"Come here, my son," my mother said, "you are growing fast, my love, and very soon I will begin your instructions." She then turned her attention to the other children and one by one fastened her gaze upon their organs.
The twins blushed profoundly when Mother moved to tweak their semi-erect tools.
"Don't pull back, boys," she harshly reprimanded. "Those pretties are sweet and useful and will some day make some woman very happy. The boys stood silently, mulling over her words.
"Come here, my young ladies," she commanded.
Lottie and Beth stood before her. Gently, she rubbed their small, but blooming breasts. We boys watched as her maneuver brought a hardness to the tips.
"Yes, my loves, you are all ready to begin...."
CHAPTER ONE
We were a marvelously free spirited family ... free in all we did and thought ... and thusly conformed to no set of rules ... other than those set forth by our membership ... which included my father and mother ... twin brothers ... two sisters ... and myself.
Even now, as I search the cobwebs of my mind and vicariously relive a particular summer ... when the awakening of our sexual prowess loomed high on the horizon, I am struck with the simplicity of our attitudes and actions ... our familiarity with one another ... and devotion to the untried and unfamiliar.
My father, more often than not, was away from our home during the summer months, leaving my mother to devote herself to the task of amusing growing children ... leaving us children to the task of doting appreciation on our mother.
Some might say that our affection for one another exceeded the bounds of motherly brotherly sisterly love ... but those with a more open and willing mind must understand the passion that existed between us was an adventure into the world of experience and strengthened our family ties.
That glorious summer, which I have alluded to, happened as I neared my thirteenth birthday. Mature for my age, I was taller and more developed than my classmates, and frequently found their company tiresome and dull, they being mainly interested in avoiding the company of girls, and I fully aware of their form. Perhaps it was the budding of womanhood bulging my sisters' blouses that made me conscious of the graceful curves or a chanced encounter of finding my mother and father in a superb position ... I don't know ... but I definitely wanted to learn for myself the mysterious joy that transformed the human body into a writhing, groaning mass of flesh. I vowed that summer to find the answer.
To my great joy, my brothers and sisters were equally as eager. For, although we frequently examined and fondled the different formations of our bodies and had discovered that mutual handling gave rise to wonderful sensation, we were, in fact, ignorant in the true use of our tools.
It was this particular summer that brought about the discovery of moss-like fuzz growing over my sweet sisters' mounds and curls budding about the root of my cock. My two brothers, older than I, examined this artistry with intense wonder, showing both pleasure and jealousy ... both being my seniors in age ... fifteen ... and unlike myself, frail and young in appearance.
Their jealousy vanished within the month when they too discovered crisp locks twirling about their cocks and manly tufts peeking about their chests.
My sisters were a delightful mixture of girlish naiveness and womanly cunning ... exhibiting an incredible aptitude to display both.
Fourteen and sixteen, with sweet-smelling skin all pink and rose ... freshly powdered and perfumed for hot summer shows ... light organdy dresses starched wide and stiff, with billowing petticoats to play and drift. Lottie and Beth, full bosomed for sway ... Lottie and Beth, a pleasure to lay....
A sprawling green lawn with flagstone walk separated the summer house from the main home, its brilliant white latticed frame covered with large black-eyed daisies and vivid daffodils. A large pool, filled with glistening gold fish, with flourishing peach trees at its bank, stood close by. Large overripe bees hovered over the sanctuary ... pollinated the flowers and lazily floated from one blade of grass to the next. Our retreat was picturesque and grand in its resplendence.
Each morning, after breakfast, we five and our mother would rush to the summer house. Once there, we would strip naked and prance about the room, as only the freedom of childhood will allow, blowing young and bright like dancing stars. (That was indeed our mother's favorite expression ... dancing stars ... )
Once the invigorating romp had sweated our growing bodies, our mother would bid us take a dip in the pool and after, bask quietly in the sunlight, making our bodies golden brown by the summer's end.
Our nap was brief and usually interrupted by gathering peaches from our surrounding trees. Sweet fuzz-skinned fruit that dripped down your chin when once the first bite was taken. This aroused a strange and erotic sensation within me. Often, as I lowered my mouth to taste the soft ripe ball, I felt my cock stir and go stiff. At first I attempted to hide this strange reaction, but soon my mother discovered the biological occurrence and forbade me to cover my organs as I ate my fruit.
"Benton...." she began...."Don't be ashamed of enjoying something so much. Be proud of your lovely form and never bend to hide its beauty."
"Yes, Mother," I obediently replied, standing tall and erect.
"Come here, my son," she continued. "You are growing fast, my love and very soon I will begin your instructions." She then turned her attention to the other children and one by one fastened her gaze on their organs. The twins blushed profoundly when mother moved to tweak their limp tools. "Don't pull back, boys," she harshly reprimanded. "Those pretties are sweet and useful and will someday make some woman very happy." The boys stood in perplexed wonderment, mulling over her words.
"Come here, my young ladies," she commanded.
Lottie and Beth stood before her. Gently she rubbed their small, but blooming breasts. We boys watched as her maneuver brought a hardness to the tips.
"Yes, my loves, you are all ready to begin. But first, I must tell Mary what to prepare for tonight's dinner and then I shall return."
Our mother excused herself and left us to continue with our afternoon play.
The time quickly passed without our mother's return. It was decided that I should run and look for her, since we were all eager to begin our schooling.
Dressing, I crossed the lawn and walked into the large house. I first entered the kitchen where Mary stood high on a step ladder, searching the cupboard. Her plump ass protruded magnificently.
Quietly, on tip toes, I sneaked to where she was straining and cocked my head beneath the fullness of her skirt.
It was a beautiful sight. She wore no pants and her bushy black hair curled heavily about her pussy, which was petal pink. Her slit, a darker pink, peeked from beneath the locks of finer hair.
"Sir," she shouted, pulling her skirt to her.
"Yes, Mary," I stammered. "I was just looking for Mother."
"And did you expect to find her up here?" she snapped, sternly, offering a hand for me to help her down.
"I'm sorry, Mary, but the sight of your beautiful bottom made me lose my sense of gentlemanliness and before I knew it, I was enamoured with your form."
I didn't know where the words came from, but my flattering did the trick. Her arms circled my shoulders and she lowered herself against my chest, rubbing her large breasts against me. My throat became dry. My body started to tremble. Quickly she pulled herself from me and stood, slyly watching my sweating face.
"Your mother's probably in her room," she announced, flatly, leaving me to recover alone.
Wiping the perspiration from my brow, I walked to the hall and made my way up the winding stairs.
Once on the landing, the sound of muffled laughter caused me to halt my footsteps. They were coming from my mother's room. On tiptoes, I made my way to the door, stooped down and peered through the key hole.
There before my eyes my mother stood naked in the arms of a man I had never seen before. Rather than being shocked by this strange union, I became excited, for it was obvious that my mother was enjoying the embrace.
Her body was familiar to my eyes but this was the first time I had seen such a large cock. I envied the protruding stiff member that seemed to dance between her legs.
"Darling," my mother cooed, "haven't you had enough?"
"Never enough of you, my sweet," he laughed, pushing her against the bed and taking her legs under his arms so as to expose everything to me.
This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's slit. It was beautifully rose, with curls that lined pouting lips.
With his fingers, he placed the head of his cock between the folds, and then, letting go of his grip, placed both arms as to support her and pushed forward, burying his organ to the hilt.
I had expected my mother to cry with pain, but instead, she emitted a groan that definitely was a happy sound. Her eyes soon shone brightly and her face took on a radiant luster as he slipped in and out quite smoothly as his hands pressed the large buttocks, pulling them to him with each thrust. The procedure lasted about five minutes ... when all at once, he stopped short and then followed with two or three convulsive shoves. He remained quiet for a few moments, panting hard and smiling contentedly down at my mother. Then he removed his cock, all soft and wet, dripping liquid on the rug, and walked to the bathroom.
My mother remained in that position for a few more moments. Her bottom was glistening and oozing creamy droplets. It was a beautiful sight. I raised up and felt the painfully large erection that plagued my own instrument and quickly ran for my bedroom to wash the steaming hot organ with cold water to ease my agony.
Once more limp, I sat on the edge of my bed, contemplating the joyful experience that awaited me, then decided to return to the company of my brothers and sisters, but promised myself to remain silent and wait for the pleasure that confronted us in mute serenity.
That evening, after dinner, when Mother came to tuck us in and give us our bedtime kiss, she lowered her lips to my ear and begged me be still and come to her chamber after the others had fallen asleep.
I was ecstatic with her request and urged the others to find sleep quickly.
"Benton?" my sister, Lottie started. "Is it true that Mother will teach us everything?"
"She will never be able to teach a dull-witted child an ounce of anything," I reprimanded. "Unless she is rested and fully awake."
"Benton, why are you so short with us tonight? After all, it is I and Robert who are the elder and not you."
"I'm sorry, dear Franklin, but I am eager for tomorrow's adventure and do not want to spend my energy on talk."
"You're a wise brother," Robert concluded, lowering his head to the pillow, watching as the others followed his lead.
I closed my eyes and listened for their breathing to become hard and deep. My mind's eye remembered this afternoon and the superb view of my mother's pussy and I thought of how delicious it would be to put my stiff prick in her slit. The recollecting of her throbbing lips began to excite me and made my cock stand hard and start to throb.
"Please...." I muttered silently. "Find sleep quickly, my dear sisters and brothers."
At last, when I could stand it no more and I was sure all lids were tightly closed, I slipped from my bed and staggered to my mother's room, for my prick was in a fitful state of erection and walking produced sharp pains of 'discomfort to my inflated member.
I knocked lightly on my mother's door.
"Come in, Benton," the soft familiar voice caressed.
I tiptoed into the candlelit room and saw my mother more beautiful than I had ever seen her. She wore a low cut night gown of the sheerest silk, whose gentle fabric clung gracefully to her well developed breasts. Her face was framed by the long red fullness of her hair and her skin held a peculiar luster, like the pearls found off the coast of Majorca.
"Don't be afraid, child," she whispered. "Come here and let your mother see you."
My limbs started to tremble as I walked to her bedside, stopped and stood before her.
"My baby," she cooed, tracing the outline of my broadening shoulders.
"Why, darling," she continued, folding her fingers over the outline of my much excited prick. "What has put you in such a state?"
I blushed unmercifully and lowered my head, hoping to avoid her wise eyes.
"Come, my baby, undress and let me teach you the art of loving and what you must do to get rid of that wonderful load you carry so surely in your erect member."
I obediently started to undress as my mother rose from the bed and slipped her nighty from her.
"My sweet," she whispered, "you must be a good boy and promise not to say a word to anyone."
I nodded and swooned as she put her arms about me and drew me onto the bed.
She lay on her back and commanded me to kneel between her outstretched thighs. Then she took hold of my prick and told me to lie down.
I lowered myself to her slightly curved belly and pressed my groin against her hairy, jutting Venus mound. Her slender fingers guided my prick between the oily folds of skin. I thrust forward and trembled at every limb, soaring out of consciousness.
When I returned, I was still enclosed in her arms and my prick throbbed against the entrance to her hole. I looked up and my eyes began to discern her figure. She was smiling and looking tenderly down at me.
"My sweet son. You have barely touched me and come so handsomely. You were my sweet child well overdue for this encounter. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, Mother," I exclaimed. "It was the most glorious experience in my life...."
"Not so, my darling, there is much more that will entreat you to greater heights of ecstasy and, by mutual effort, we'll both enjoy much more."
She moved her hand to my erect prick and guided me into throbbing velvetness that pinched and pulled me deep inside. I groaned loudly at the deliciousness of the pleasure that swept my form.
She started to raise and lower her hips, meeting each slow thrust with a movement of her own, always squeezing the internal walls of her vagina, making my prick expand and fill her completely.
I was amazed that my member, much smaller than the one I saw this afternoon, fit as snugly within the hall, which was able to accommodate such a handsome sized prick as his had been.
We continued to work ourselves in a rhythmic patter of slapping sounds. My hands roamed her body at will, taking in the curving flesh that educated my student-like embrace.
Her hands forced my mouth to her breasts, instinctively I nursed her nipples, felt the sweet warm tips turn into hard sharp points that pricked the flatness of my tongue. It was heaven to ride above her and consume the voluptuousness of her flesh.
The sensation of thrusting my cock in and out of her most private part sent ripples of pleasure tripping my body. Excited by the intensity of my pleasure, I soon quickened my movements and was met with an equally intensified tempo of my mother. Together, we rocked and clawed, drawing out the most magnificent discharge ever. It was sheer joy to feel her heave and grunt in completion, burying my cock in a pool of secretion.
"Darling," she suddenly said, after the heat of our passion was spent. "I want you to return to your room and get some sleep."
I started to protest, because the state of my erection enabled me to continue our little tryst. But my mother was firm and begged me withdraw, which I did after getting a promise of another lesson tomorrow night.
I crawled from the bed and started to silently leave.
"Benton?" she called, "haven't you forgotten something?"
Lowering my head, I kissed her on the forehead and bid her a good night.
Returning to my bedroom, I tiptoed inside and blindly found my bed. Once beneath the blanket, I fell into a delightfully drug-like sleep.
I was awakened by the rough tugging of my brother Robert's hands upon my shoulder.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he laughed, watching me sluggishly stretch and yawn.
"Why are you so tired?" Lottie asked, leaping on the bed, letting the front of her nighty open wide, exposing her lovely up-tilting breasts.
I reached up and flicked the caramel tips with my fingers, making them peak immediately.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "You're very playful this morning, dear, sweet brother." She continued pressing her hands over my wrists and holding me down.
Raising up, I caught a breast in my mouth and licked the soft young petal. She smiled broadly and gasped, pressing forward, making me all but swallow the sensitive little flower.
"Not now," Beth admonished. "
"Mother wants us down for breakfast and we mustn't be late or else she'll cancel our lesson."
Lottie and I disentangled ourselves and dressed. Then the five of us quickly made our way downstairs and to the breakfast table.
As I seated myself, Mother looked directly at me, which made me flush, and said, "Benton, your hair is a mess. I do wish you'd pay a little more attention to your grooming."
I apologized for my unsightly appearance and began searching for my glass of milk. Immediately, Mary appeared at my side and placed a cup of coffee before my plate, then with almost imperceptible subtlety, brushed her bosom against my outstretched arm. I attempted to ignore her obvious glance and avoided her eyes with a mumbled, " Thank you."
"You are now able to drink coffee."
My two brothers and sisters looked mysteriously at my mother as she announced this privilege ... but remained silent out of respect.
The rest of the meal was a mixture of sly looks and giggling which my mother's glance halted.
Nearing our meal's end, our mother announced that she would be unable to join us in the morning, but would, later in the afternoon, begin her instructions, as promised.
Dismissed, we made our way to the summer house and once near, stripped our forms bare to catch the golden rays of sun that spilled hot over our island of freedom.
As usual, we started to explore the many corners and caverns of our bodies. Before, this journey excited me but now I found myself preoccupied with wondering if Mother's stranger would be once more entertained in her room.
I attempted to join in and even offered a new divergence by letting Lottie massage my prick until it spilled cream sauce over her white stomach. The boys were eager to try this trick and immediately suggested that Lottie and Beth assist them in the new undertaking. I was, at once, relieved because it afforded me the opportunity of fleeing their company and seeking my mother's room.
Stealthily, I made my way up the winding stairs, paused at the top and listened for voices. Everything was stone silent. My heart dropped. I leaned against the wall and waited, hoping some signs of life would be emitted from behind the closed door.
Nothing.
Disappointed, I turned to go down the stairs and heard footsteps nearing the steps. Blindly, I ran into her bedroom, searched a hiding place and closed the door just in time, for our mother and her handsome stranger burst into the room.
"I thought you'd never get rid of them, my darling," he said, placing his arms about my mother's waist and drawing her tightly against him.
"They are friends of Charles and I couldn't be rude, my pet," she playfully smiled, teasing the corners of his mouth with her tongue.
He seized her tightly around the waist and kissed her profoundly upon the lips, moving himself against her. Then, seating himself on the edge of the bed, he pulled her to his knees and thrust his hands beneath her petticoats.
"We must not take too long, my dear," my mother announced. "Charles is due to return this very afternoon and it would do no good for him to find us in such a state of lust."
He swiftly stood up, holding her in his arms and placed her, masterfully, upon the bed. He tugged slightly at his belt, dropped his trousers to his ankles and stood stiff legged at the bed's edge.
My mother swirled to face him. Clasping his extended member between her delicately slender fingers, she pulled him to her and opened her mouth, letting the knob of his prick rest gently on her lower lip. Then, with the utmost care, she rolled her tongue about the large glossy object.
My heart started to pound wildly as I imagined the sensations that prickled his flesh. Her mouth now covered the tip and sucked joyously, making tiny slurping sounds that caused me to feel my own member stiffen against my pants.
He now started to move in the same manner he had before, only this time, his thrusts were more staccato and less smooth. Short little jabs that sent his body into millions of little shivers, until, quite suddenly, he lunged forward and spewed profusely, making his juice drip down the front of my mother's chin.
"You're wonderful, my pet," he smiled, dislodging his glistening prick and turning my mother about, now pushing her skirts way above her head.
"Bend your knees," he commanded, lowering his head to her very wet slit. "Yes, my sweet," he mumbled, slipping his finger between the well lubricated folds that quivered as he probed the delicious gap.
My mother sighed loudly and forced her hips higher. I watched in frozen stillness as he lowered his head to her crotch and separated the lips, exposing a deep red formation that looked like a tiny erection. Gently, he extended his tongue and flicked the hard flesh that grew in size the moment his flattened tongue touched it.
Again my mother moaned, only now she reached for his head and forced him against her slit. He eagerly began sucking the dripping gash, occasionally dipping into the dark hole that opened and closed at will.
I watched the nervous twitching of her buttocks and the bearing down of her bottom on his face. Her hands reached for his prick and she began to jerk it back and forth in a new kind of frenzy. The more furiously he sucked, the more violently her hand worked his prick until finally she announced loudly....
"My darling ... I'm coming!"
He grabbed her hand and enclosed it in his and forced each thrust to a more maddening pace until at the same instant, he shot forth an enormous amount of sperm and she poured out a flow of completion.
For some moments they lay still in mutual breathlessness. Then my mother got up and shook her clothes as the stranger walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he returned to the room, she moved to kiss him.
"Wash your face, you naughty boy," she reprimanded.
"Never. I shall taste your bottom wherever I go," he answered, taking her once more to his lips.
"Shall we ever see each other again?" he asked, following her into the bathroom. "Never, my child."
"It shall be difficult."
"Yes, it shall. But it was a joyous three days."
He left the room, leaving my mother to finish her toiletries and prepare herself for our father's arrival. I held my breath as she neared the closet in which I hid. Pausing before the mirror, she decided against a change of clothes and instead, sprayed herself sweetly with our father's favorite cologne and retreated, leaving me to grope my way to my room.
CHAPTER TWO
Our father's arrival was indeed, a surprise to us all ... all except our mother ... for, as I suggested before, it was our father's custom to spend his summer days close to his business in town and therefore, his arrival brought about grave disappointment, for it meant a postponement of our scheduled tutoring.
I, at first, joined the mourning of my brothers and sisters, but as the days passed, I soon took a more philosophical view of the situation. I suppose I could. After all, the brief encounter with our mother had armed me with new knowledge and I began preparing to respond more favorably to Mary's advances.
As was the usual custom, we five, now six, breakfasted together. Now, when Mary casually brushed her arm or elbow about my chest, I puffed up and attempted to answer her silent request. This action had directly the opposite effect upon her. Instead of increasing the amour of her passion, it wilted her bosom and she became cold and distant.
I was brutally disappointed and consumed with a burning desire to possess her. Later in life, as I scan these recollections, I discover that this must have been the basis for my pattern of conquest. Once a lady has scorned me, she shall have no rest until she is fucked safely to bed ... and to be fucked, she will ... for I will have my way. But that is now ... and yesterday is then and after Mary's bottom I did go.
It was a large bottom, for I see it vividly before me ... all round and firm ... white like lilies and soft to the touch ... the kind a young boy of thirteen can't easily dismiss.
I lived to hold her bottom in my hands.
Now, after breakfast, instead of joyfully running to the summer house, I lingered about the kitchen, hoping to catch a glimpse of its exquisite shape. I would almost beg Mary to allow me help her with her chores. This, to the embarrassment of my mother and anger of my father. I played any ruse just so I might be near ... near enough to take a peek at the most desired piece of flesh since Marie Antoinette.
After several days of this, my mother called me to her room and forbade me to linger about the kitchen, promising that she alone would be the mistress of my education.
Not promising, but conceding her right to this position, I wandered to the summer house and secluded myself from my brothers and sisters.
It was Beth, the eldest, who sensed my unhappy state and broached the subject.
"Benton, dear brother, what is it that makes you so unhappy?"
"I don't know, dear sweet sister. Perhaps I am growing too large for my age, but I no longer can swim and run about without feeling strange quivers nip the pit of my stomach."
"But you are not alone, dear brother. I too have felt these sensations tickle my thighs and belly. I had hoped that Mother would show us the way to rid ourselves of these warm feelings ... but, alas, Father occupies much of her time."
"Then we are not alone in this fate," I sighed.
"Benton, dear brother, will you, just this time, separate your thighs for me so I might see the wonderful equipment you have been born with?"
"Of course, dear sister," I smiled, opening my legs, allowing sweet Beth to fondle my balls.
"They are so large and round and soft," she grinned. "I do so enjoy handling them."
"You handle them marvelously," I smiled, lifting up, letting her fingers sink into the crack of my buttocks.
"Just look, sweet brother, how stiff and big you have grown," she exclaimed, pulling back and staring at my swelling organ.
"Here, dear love, give me your hand and you shall feel it throb," I encouraged, placing her tapered fingers around my hardened flesh.
"If it continues to grow, it shall surely explode." She squirmed, rubbing her bottom against the seat.
"But you have seen that with Franklin and Robert ... why do you tremble so?" I asked, drawing her closer.
"I shake because that sensation rises and falls between my legs and I am about to faint from nervousness," she continued, burying her face in my neck.
"Sweet sister, I shall help, but only if you promise to keep this our secret ... for later, Mother shall show the others."
"Has she shown you?" Beth asked suddenly, pulling back.
"Heavens no. But I have seen and this shall be our first encounter."
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, happily embracing me.
"Now, my darling sister, we must first rid ourselves of all these wet clothes and find a robe to spread upon the floor."
"What if Robert and Franklin ... Lottie should return?" she asked with concern.
"They are out gathering berries for Mary's pie. You know as I they won't return for hours," I reminded her.
"Of course," she laughed, eagerly shaking the excess water from her swim suit.
"Let's stand together for a moment," I suggested, both stripped bare.
Shyly she moved to meet me halfway then with slight awkwardness, embraced my body.
"Dear sweet brother," she exuded in a gentle moan. "Your skin is hard, yet soft. I love its touch."
"Dear sweet sister," I joyously announced, "your skin is softer than the softest down, whiter than the fairest dove."
"Benton ... I am going to faint," she swooned, slipping to the neatly stretched robe.
I knelt to touch her belly and wandered over her already straining breasts. "Oh, sweet sister, to die on these ripe fruits and drink their nectar dry," I cried, taking the quivering mounds within my mouth and tasting the salty drops that fuzzed their excitement.
Beth arched her back and pushed forward, pressing her bosom full against my face. She squirmed and wiggled in total bliss.
"Dear brother," she groaned, "your lips and tongue please me so."
"Oh ... oh...." she whimpered, as my fingers tickled the moist folds of her cunt.
It was difficult to contain the lashing gyrations my sister's body made. I was enormously stiff with excitement, feeling the wetness from deep within her snug little walls drip down my fingers and over my hand.
Slipping over her belly and putting her legs over my shoulders, my hands beneath her thighs and bottom, I applied my tongue at once to her tiny clit, which I found already hard and showing its tip at the upper part of her slit..
The movement of my tongue over and around her clit produced an immediate reaction. She raised up ... forcing her swelling cunt against my face. Automatically, she reached for my head and held it in place.
I was incredibly excited by the effect my licking was having on her and was content to suck and pull at the darling piece of flesh that grew within my mouth.
Quite suddenly, Beth started to stammer and cry aloud. "Dear brother ... brother ... please ... I feel queer ... I'm going to...."
Sweet Beth never finished her sentence. Her young form convulsed beneath my lashing mouth ... her limbs shook and trembled as her bottom heaved heavily down against my chin. I waited for the wonderful gush of liquid to shoot between my lips but only received a trickle. Content, I waited for her to regain her composure.
"Benton, darling...." she smiled. "It was heaven, absolutely heaven."
"Did you like it, Beth?" I asked, hoping desperately that I had pleased her.
"Like it? My heavens, it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. But you, sweet brother, are stiff and hard. Your instrument wiggles and bobs in agony. How can I help you?"
"There is something more perfect for us both, my lovely Beth. But first, I must once more kiss you as I did ... for the more liquid you pour, the easier the time."
"I don't understand?"
"Do you trust me, dear sister?"
"Above all else, sweet brother."
"Then once again, lie on your gentle back and separate your shapely thighs, for I will bring you treats like you have never tasted before."
Beth obeyed, laying her back to the ground, her legs apart. The sweet pink clit protruded neatly from between the swollen lips. Immediately I started to roll my tongue over the familiar area. It took a little longer for the juices to begin to flow, but when they did, they were more copious and Beth showed increased excitement, yielding and straining her bottom.
Sensing the moment had arrived, I raised up, slipped my knees between her legs and caught my prick within my hands. Dipping once more into her well oiled cunt, I lubricated my prick and lowered my body to hers, sliding my prick down between her lips and exciting her clit. By now my sweet sister was terribly excited. She arched her back and pushed down hard against my slipping organ, forcing closer contact. Taking my rod once more within my hands. I found the entrance to her hole and ducked inside its opening.
"Heavens, sweet brother," Beth exclaimed, "it feels so big."
Naturally her words excited me as did her tightly nipping cunt. Taking great pain not to simply lust forward, I pushed gently ahead and was met with both obstacle and cry from my dear sweet sister.
"Benton, darling ... it does hurt me so," she whimpered.
I was so near I knew I must go on and so I did. With one healthy thrust I nearly broke the barrier that kept me from her depth and simultaneously discharged halfway within her walls.
I lay still above her, feeling the sting her fingernails had cut. Her slip of a slit pulsated about my prick and I could feel her young passions reawakening.
"Benton, darling. You said it would be the finest of pleasure and you have only given me pain. Do you speak the truth or is there more to this mysterious promise of yours?"
With the snapping and twitching of our mutual organs in delicious play, I slipped my hand between our two bellies and, with my index finger, started to massage her clit. Of course she immediately became aroused to the point of begging me to push it in all the way.
During my fingering, I had been complimenting her walls with short gentle jabs, more to excite her than to receive pleasure, and now with her flowing so neat, her hole opened wide and her bottom raised high.
I pushed fiercely ahead, too violently I'm afraid, for I was met with a hysterical scream from my sister and a frantic attempt to unseat me. It was too late now to withdraw. I was snugly fit, up to the hairs and my passion was so aroused by her insane twisting and wiggling that I burst forth a load of 'come' to fill the belly of a whale.
Beth refused to speak but kept muttering how unhappy she was with me and bade me to remove myself, at once. Which was in fact, impossible since her tight pretty cunt strangled my prick, making escape not manageable.
"Beth, sister my sweet. I am buried complete and if you don't relax we must get an axe, for my handle is numb and it's your cunt that's dumb."
"Brother, my pet, I shall not forget that although I was wet, it was you who did 'let'."
We grew into silence, but remained locked together. Suddenly I thought I felt the convulsed pressure of Beth's walls around my prick. I remained still and exercised my buttocks, answering the little throbbing with tiny twitchings of my own.
Her full fanned hips slowly rose and soon her young body began to move beneath mine. I dared not move, wanting her to take the incentive, besides, the tiny little explosions that she caused kept bombarding my body with intense desire.
Very shortly she became fully aroused and cupped my buttocks, forcing my hips to press ahead and sink my prick way back against her cervix.
The delicious sloshing of my organ within her highly excited walls magnified my lust and soon I answered my little sister's burning hunger.
Together, Beth and I worked up a wonderful lather of secretions and soon we were moving in a superb rhythm, enjoying a very stimulating fuck. She churned and undulated with lustful vigor, holding my prick well caught within her chewing cunt. In consummated bliss we fucked until our lithe young forms could hold back no more and spewed voluminous amounts of 'come,' saturating our organs completely.
"Dear ... dear ... sweet brother," Beth exclaimed, once she had regained her breath, for she had experienced a superb orgasm and was unable to speak for at least two or three minutes.
"You have given me the greatest of surprises. I love you dearly."
Her face glowed radiantly as I cupped her head and tenderly kissed her highly flushed face.
"We must ready ourselves for dinner," I whispered, gently into her ear. She held fast to my neck and raised her hips, offering me more of the newly schooled passageway.
Now it has always been difficult for me or my brothers to refuse our sisters any pleasure and since together we two had found this game, I could not deny her wishes. My lips moved to her nipples and pursed at their pleasure, tips sharply erect. Fresh hot searing meat ... a tasty young treat ... for a brother to eat.
Beth was instinctive in sex and provided then, as in later years, glorious moments of fucking. She had the born-with accomplishment of nipping and sucking her inner walls, thus giving as receiving intense sexual risings.
That afternoon we continued to mutually satisfy each others' passions until we sank exhausted in the death-like endings of love's battle. Once recovering our strength, I was obliged to withdraw, to both our reluctant design, and as I did so, we at once noticed the mixture of blood and semen that draped my organ and oozed from my sister's cunt. At first I became alarmed by its appearance, but after a few moments of thought, realized it must have been caused by the enormity of discomfort when entering.
Beth and I discussed this for a few moments and she accepted my reasoning as the cause. Unfortunately, the mixture of blood and secretion had dripped to our robes and necessitated us dipping them in the pool. It was our good luck to get all of the sticky substance removed.
Beth and I naturally took a short swim to revive our senses and cool our scorched bodies.
As Beth dried herself and prepared to dress, I could not help but notice that she indeed gave excellent promise of becoming a magnificent woman. Her shoulders were already broad and her waist small, flaring into well rounded hips that held a delightfully curved belly and shapely thighs for support.
I suggested she wash herself with warm water as we neared the house so as to keep all traces of sperm from her womb. She understood and when once we were in the house, she disappeared to our room while I kept the others busy telling them of our most interesting discussion.
"You look flushed," our mother exclaimed, eyeing my face carefully.
"Dear Mother, that sister of mine is an excellent debator and her tongue moves rapidly, exciting me beyond my reasonable wit ... causing my face to flush with anger and my hands to tremble from frustration.
Our mother and father both laughed, realizing the sting of Beth's tongue in matters of conversation and seemed content with my explanation and therefore shifted their attention to my brothers and sisters.
"Are the fields in bloom?" our father asked.
"As far as the eye can see. The berries are black and sweet to the taste. We have gathered too many for one pie," Robert volunteered, smiling broadly, exhibiting a stained set of teeth.
"Then we shall have a splendid diet of blueberry pie and home-made ice cream this summer," Mother said, to our delight.
Our father suddenly stood up, surveyed the family and gently touched our mother beneath the chin as he announced, "I shall be leaving the first thing in the morning and must ready my belongings for the trip. I shall join you at the dinner table."
My heart fluttered and my hands started to sweat unmercifully as I watched him climb the stairs, realizing his departure meant a return to the expert handling of our mother.
"Benton," Mother said, startling me, "so you may join us at the table, I suggest you go to your room and tidy up a bit."
Immediately I rose and walked from the room, climbing the steps two at a time, for I was anxious to see what had happened to Beth.
At the landing's top I passed our father's room and heard a muffled pair of voices. Stepping closer, I recognized one to be Mary's ... the other, our father's.
"Remember, I shall be off on the morrow and tonight your bed shall be for two, so keep your door unlatched," he said.
I lowered myself to a kneeling position and peeked through the key hole.
"Certainly, sir," she coyly smiled, letting her plump hand brush across the front of my father's trousers, which were indeed open.
"Haven't you had enough?" he whispered huskily, pushing his groin against her open palm.
"Never, dear sir," she giggled, groping most actively at his obviously excited member.
"You are the hungriest little wench I have ever known," he laughed, squeezing her marvelously well endowed ass. "If you must taste this grand piece of cartilage, do so quickly, for I am again aroused and wish you to suck me limp."
For some absurd reason, my father's language shocked me, for you must realize he had always been most careful in his usage of the English word. I cupped my hands about my eyes and strained to see more clearly the activities within.
Mary dropped to her knees and placed a towel about the front of my father's pants, obviously hoping by this precaution to catch the juice. Then, eagerly she dipped into his fly and withdrew his semi-erect prick, taking it deep into her mouth. His stirring organ disappeared, thus leaving her lips trimmed in pubic hair.
Naturally this scene excited beyond endurance and instinctively I reached for my own member and held it firm, feeling it swell in proportion to the scene I was witnessing.
My father's hands reached for Mary's head, held it firm and began to pump his hips back and forth. Dear sweet Mary opened and closed her mouth in a delicious gasping, forcing his rod well to the back of her throat. She gurgled and chewed, thus producing sensations that set my father's form to shaking. Suddenly he lunged forward, threw back his head, banged his groin flat against her lips and shuddered in pleasant delirium. Her hands gripped his ass and her throat muscles jumped up and down, squeezing the last drop of semen from his prick.
At last he stepped back, withdrawing his now semi-limp member. It glistened red as drops of saliva and sperm trickled to the floor. Taking the towel, he covered himself and walked into the bathroom.
Mary remained on her knees, licking the remaining juice from her chin and lips, smiling broadly as she tasted each drop.
My father returned, once again looking composed and refreshed. He stood before Mary, offered her his hands, which she took and rose to her feet.
"Dinner will be served in a few minutes," she announced, curtsying.
I did not wait to view the remaining farewell. Quickly, I hobbled from the door, for as I suggested before, my prick was in a state of incredible stiffness which made running impossible.
Entering our room, I found my dear sweet Beth soundly asleep on her bed. My desire to awaken her and fill her gentle pussy was overwhelming, but reason controlled my lustful cravings and instead, I searched a corner and beat my meat to contented orgasm. My climactic conclusion awakened Beth and she sat sharply up in bed, damned near frightening me to death.
"Dear Benton, what in the world are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"Forgive me, sister, for wasting this stiffness but the sight of your sleeping form put me in such a state I had to find a way of releasing the joy your sight created. And, dear one, you looked so comfortable, I didn't wish to disturb you."
"Loving brother," she smiled, "do not fear waking me in the future."
I promised her I would not hesitate to do so and suggested that we both ready ourselves for dinner for it would surely be served in a matter of minutes.
"Together, we attended our toiletries and hand in hand we made our way to the dining room.
CHAPTER THREE
The stairs leading to Mary's room stretched and groaned beneath my bare feet. Each testing toe, each slight pressure brought rippling and cracking and had I not endured the noise to this point, I might have been tempted to turn back.
The difficulty in getting everyone to sleep was unimaginable. In particular Beth, who persisted in straddling my form and tickling me unmercifully, arousing the passions of this afternoon's tryst. Had Robert and Franklin and Lottie been versed in all, I would have responded with more zeal, but this not being the case, I was forced to remind Beth of their virginal state, which made her at once withdraw.
Now with all asleep, I tested each step nearing my goal, Mary's room and my father's presence.
The shock of light that streamed from her half open door startled me, making me stand quite still. The only noise that could be heard was the faucet in the bathroom running. I sighed deeply and tiptoed to the partially opened door, searched inside and found the room quite empty.
Slipping inside, I sought a hiding spot and curled into a ball in a nearby closet, leaving the door slightly ajar. And none too soon, for my father stepped silently into the room ... and Mary from the bathroom.
I leaned forward and watched as my father's lips met Mary's and his hands circumferenced her waist. She circled his neck with her arms and drew him close to her face. Mary's round breasts squirmed and crushed against my father's chest. She rubbed and pushed, forcing her round belly to smash into his groin.
The scanty gown she wore hid nothing and now a slight spot of wetness showed near her slit.
My father's hands busily slid up and down her plump behind, kneading the large dough-like mounds with strong fingers, forcing her closer to his humping pelvis.
"Get undressed, sir, and I will take you on a glorious ride," she smiled.
My father listened to her words and began unbuttoning his shirt and opening his trousers as Mary let her flimsy gown fall to the floor.
This, of course, was the first time I had seen her naked and I found myself gasping at the sight of her mature form. Her shoulders were broad and well shaped, her breasts pendulums of separated flesh. Each nipple was haloed in soft brown, each tip, tiny mountains to nibble. Her belly was round and the triangle of brown fuzz that curled about her Venus mound literally made my youthful heart pound violently.
I swallowed hard and watched as my tall, slender father stood quite casually at the end of the bed and waited for Mary to slip between the sheets.
My father's form was one which I had hoped mine would grow into, for he was slender, yet strong in shape and his gentle face still held a rugged masculine look. Now, as I crouched in the darkness, I observed the length of his cock and firmness of his balls. He was not as thick as my mother's stranger, but longer, with the head of his prick more knob-like.
Mary kneed herself onto the bed and dropped forward to her hands, crawling about in a dog position. Her breasts swung back and forth, knocking against each other as she lumbered about the covers.
"Turn around," he commanded.
Mary obeyed and now her two beautiful orbs were facing me directly. My father stooped over and spit upon his prick, rubbing the saliva up and down the shaft, then moved deliberately to where the brown button-hole and charming open cunt twitched in anticipation.
Instead of immediately burying his semi-inflated member, he rubbed it against the outer part of her hole, and made her ass wiggle joyously. This maneuver seemed to excite them both, for as he moved, my father's prick started to gam in size and Mary's cunt dribbled sweetly.
Now my father, instead of slipping into the well lubricated tunnel, stooped low and -rimmed his tongue about her ass, licking up the foam from her cunt, rolling his tongue about the beautiful indentation leading to her pouting bun-hole, sticking it in as far as it would go.
Then, rising to his knees, he plunged his nicely ripened prick in as far as he could, shoving three or four times deep within her cunt. Then, drawing it out, well lubricated, he presented its head to her ass-hole and in a single thrust buried it quite to the hilt. Mary gave a cry and shudder as she felt its length penetrate her entrails. Her buttocks contracted and relaxed, giving my now standing still father exquisite pleasure.
He arched his back and closed his eyes as Mary continued to convulse her bottom, creating delicious pressure to his happy prick. I watched as Mary's hand traveled to her clit and began actively playing with it. She soon cried out for my father to become more involved in what he was doing and to stop just standing there in idleness.
My father responded with three or four resounding plunges that sent Mary's ass dancing and her fingers crazy. It was so incredible to watch her magnificent backside in such a frenzied state of excitement that I could no longer contain myself.
I reached for my bursting prick, jerked it two or three times and then, with a firm grasping of the shaft, brought on the ecstatic discharge of rapture. I stumbled to one knee, then heavily to the floor on my side. It was fortunate for me that my father and Mary were in such a hot state, for when I peeked again, he was still deep in the soaking narrow hallway he had occupied before my fall and Mary's buttocks palpitated in devine musical tempo.
Raising up, he removed his prick from her bun-hole and slipped it into her cunt as she remained on her knees. My hand continued to hold my organ, for I knew I was still greatly excited and had much more to spend before the night was out.
Mary now maneuvered a turn with such perfection that my young eyes all but fell from my head. She lifted her leg high and swirled it over my father's head, thus shifting her position from kneeling to pelvis high, stretched arms, palms and feet flat upon the covers. It was delicious to see my father's straining prick lodged firmly in her cunt and watch the way her hole swirled about the bulging flesh, never unseating him. .He immediately fell over her. moving his tool in and out of the marvelously pink-salmon colored slit. Sinking his fingers into her plump thighs, he dug in deep and pulled her hips to him at will. It was superb to see the pubic hairs mat and mingle, sweat and curl about their private parts. The marvelous noises their bodies made as they slapped and banged against each other in passionate lust caused my cock to wiggle within my hand. I jerked and tugged at the already slippery eel and soon commenced to pour a pool of 'come' over my pajamas, so lost in my own stimulation. I covered my mouth to stifle the groan that rose from my throat and all but screamed into the room.
Mary and Father had, during this time, completed their copulation and lay silently panting, clutching tightly each other's flesh.
I finally, after gaining my composure, removed my hand from my mouth and leaned forward once more to see what Mary and Father were about. And indeed, just in time, for Mary now lay over my father with her lips tugging at his prick as my father's face was hidden between the round thighs of hers.
Clasping my father's round, but small buttocks in her hands, she lifted his hips to take him full inside her mouth, as he in turn, slurped and licked her deeply reddened clit. In mutual harmony, they tongued and chewed their private parts to such a delicious extent as to once more expel a gush of liquid that all but drowned them both.
When in dual content they disentangled themselves, my father immediately went into the bathroom and washed his organ thoroughly, bidding Mary do the same. Wishing her a solemn farewell, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and patted her on the ass.
Once he had left, Mary went into the bathroom and quickly ran the water in the sink, leaving the door pleasantly open, allowing me to view her absolutions.
Returning to the room, she sought a chair, lifted her tired form high, giving full view of her swollen slit, and searched the top shelf for what looked like a rubber hot water bottle with a long hose and black nozzle. Retrieving her article, she stepped from the chair and returned to the bathroom where she sprinkled some powder into the rubber bottle and added warm water. Then, spreading her legs, she straddled the stool and inserted the black nozzle.
I all but fainted watching her let the water spray up and out of her cunt. Her sweet enlarged snatch was scarlet, the lips exaggerated and the hair tightly curled.
She was stooped over, making her exaggerated, but succulent breasts rest upon her stomach. I moaned, leaning forward, wishing desperately to suck them. Suddenly the door of the closet swung open and I rolled out, which frightened Mary to death. The bag dropped and she jumped from the toilet, hiding herself with the shower curtain.
"I'm sorry...." I mumbled, scurrying to my feet.
Her eyes were like pools of fire as she recognized me, then softened as she observed the stiffness of my prick, which stood straight out through the front of my pajamas.
"How long have you been there?" she asked, knowing full well the answer.
"Since the beginning," I stuttered.
"Come here," she said, sternly.
"I ... I ... think I'd better leave," I mumbled, attempting to retreat.
"Come here, Benton," she commanded, dropping the shower-curtain and walking to me.
I marched to where she was moving and met her halfway.
"My poor sweet boy," she smiled, reaching out to touch my prick. "What is it that makes this gentle thing stand out so?" she cooed, now holding the erect organ within her hand.
"I don't know," I sighed, deciding to play the part she designed for me.
She asked no other questions, but fell to her knees and took my tool between her lips and commenced to nibble the knob with her teeth. My hands reached for her head to steady my shaking body.
"Oh, dear sweet Mary. What wonderful things are you doing to me?" I sighed, feeling my body engulfed in billions of little explosions.
She cupped my ass and drew me down her throat. I thought I should die from the sensations that careened my veins as my body shivered with anticipation. Sucking in, she all but swallowed me. I jerked and suddenly unleashed a series of violent thrusts that sent the dear lady flat on her haunches and my prick gushing free form over her white stomach.
"Dear boy," she smiled, half looking up at me. "You are so much a man for such a tender age."
Embarrassed by premature discharge, I lowered my head and waited for her to continue.
"But if you only knew how deliciously happy you could make me."
I stared at her as if her words were a strange mystical language, thinking it better I remain the child she thought I was and she, the mentor of my coming lesson for I could tell she was still in intense heat and desired to be filled with my sperm.
"Shall I teach you a happier lesson?" she questioned, raising to her full and glorious height.
"Oh please do, sweet Mary, though nothing could be so beautiful as that which you have just given me," I shyly consented.
"Then follow me to my bed and I will show you something you shall never forget me for."
Obediently, I trailed close behind, controlling the desire to stoop low and fill my mouth with a glorious bite of her buttocks.
Once we had reached the bed she instructed me to lie down on my back, which needless to say was accomplished in a matter of seconds.
Her well trained hands slipped my half open pants from over my hips and off my ankles. Then she moved to my chest, unbuttoned my top and removed that with equal ease.
Lowering her head, she teased the nipples of my chest with her fingertips, at times pinching the young things to pain and licking them soft with her tongue. I raised up and bit the nape of her neck, a desire I had long held. She, in turn, moved her mouth to my neck and licked my earlobe, then darted her tongue into the very center of my ear. The heat of her breath as she cupped my ear and darted her tongue sent waves of incredible chills cascading my spine, causing enormous goose bumps to form en my flesh. I twisted my head, lowered my chin and squeezed the knockers that swung joyously over my chest.
"Ouch...." she winced, tickling my ribs and straddling my stomach.
"Ouch yourself," I laughed, slipping the side of my hand into her flowing crotch, running the ridge of my knuckles against her very wet hole.
"Oh my," she exclaimed, wiggling her ass and heaving her bottom back and forth as if riding a pony. The juice started to run from her cunt like a rushing stream. I grabbed her hips in my hands and scooted between her legs, reached up and captured her swollen clit between my lips and began to suck, like a madman.
"Oh ... Benton," she gurgled, humping her cunt deep against my mouth. "Dear child," she rambled, arching her back, letting her full boobs hang like succulent fruit above my head.
The sight of her belly quivering above me and her nipples peaked and straining excited the hell out of me. I guzzled and chewed her cunt in frantic delirium.
Suddenly her thighs began to tremble. Her large bottom came down hard against my chin as she stretched her trunk and grunted in a fierce and powerful explosion. I could feel her clit swell double the normal size, her hole expand and close in violent contraction as she discharged a flood of 'come' directly into my mouth.
Not waiting for her to recover, I raised up, pushed her outstretched body back and spread her legs apart, then leaned forward and eased my throbbing prick between her lips, slipping inside her well lubricated hole.
"Benton, darling," she squirmed, reaching up, coiling her arms around my neck and pulling me down on top of her, thus sinking me deep inside her body.
"Darling...." she cooed, rhythmically contracting her inner muscles, pinching and holding my prick with her walls. I lay silently on top, letting her hidden talent do all the work. In seconds we were submerged in a pool of wetness that sloshed and slushed as our private parts started to move in harmony.
Her grip tightened about my neck as my hands slipped to her bottom, grabbed and thrust, filling her sweet hole completely.
"Oh ... dear...." she groaned, sinking her teeth into my neck.
I bucked, dislodging her mouth and reprimanded her for taking such liberties ... then continued to withdraw my prick and dallied about the entrance for a moment, making her realize the foolishness of her action.
"I'm sorry, sir," she panted, now clutching desperately to my ass.
"I'm sorry, sir," she whimpered, raising her pelvis and bearing down, forcing the head of my prick to sneak inside the snugness of her entrance.
Not wanting to torture the poor girl any longer, I pushed onward and buried my instrument to the hilt. She responded with a thankful moan and a tender movement of her hips. In and out I went, in perfect tempo. The syncopation of my plunger-like movement thrilled her to the point of insanity.
"Please sir ... please," she started to beg. "I can't take it any longer, sir."
I continued to lust in and out of her at a slow pace, for in truth, the girl's need was giving me the most excruciating pleasure and my desire to end her torture was the last thing I wanted to do.
Almost imperceptibley, her little cunt started to snap and clutch something fierce. I attempted to withdraw, but her walls closed in on me and held me in a strangle hold ... making escape impossible, forcing me to thrust harder and more violently, thus causing both of us to spin into a delicious and prolonged orgasm.
"Sir?" she whispered. "Are you all right, sir?"
I must have frightened the poor girl to death, for her sudden snapping and clawing had not prepared me for such a death-like conclusion and now I lay panting uncontrollably over her still form.
I nodded, 'yes' and attempted to move my limbs, which felt like strips of lead.
"Let me help you, sir," she whispered, reaching between her legs and attempting to dislodge my limp member.
I raised up and pulled myself from her convulsing cunt.
"I must go to my room," I announced, slipping from the bed and stumbling for my pajamas.
"Sire ... you were very good," she smiled, handing me the bottoms, trying to button the tops.
"Thank you, Mary," I humbly acknowledged and in blurred confusion, found my way out of the door and silently headed for the stairs.
Once down the steps I was confronted with a new problem, that of returning to my bed without waking my brothers or sisters. The opening of the door was accomplished without too many shuffles of bed clothes but once near my bed, I observed a form awaiting my arrival.
I froze in utter horror of being found out.
"Benton?" a soft, familiar voice whispered. "What are you doing in my bed?" I harshly replied.
"I couldn't sleep," Beth pouted. "Nor could I," I smiled, tenderly caressing her cheek.
"Where have you been?" she asked suspiciously.
"To the summer house."
"Your feet are not wet," she immediately observed.
"You don't think I'd leave my slippers on, do you?" I quickly responded.
She remained silent for a long and painful moment. "Why did you go there?" she asked, suddenly.
"I suppose I was thinking of us," I again smiled, touching her face gently with my palm.
"You're such a dear sweet brother." she grinned, kissing my hand.
"I think it's time for you to return to your own bed, dear sister," I encouraged, frightened of waking the others and truly exhausted from my bout with Mary.
"Can't I stay here a little longer?" she pleaded.
"Only if you promise it will be for just a little longer," I weakened, crawling in beside her.
The bed was marvelously warm and sweet smelling from her perfume. The immediate effect it had on me was sensual in nature. I put my arms around her shoulders and tucked her head beneath my chin, feeling heat of her body travel the sides of my frame.
"Benton?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"You're such a dear sweet brother. I love you."
"Thank you, dear Beth," I mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
I woke suddenly to find Beth sucking my stiff-standing prick at the very second it was filling her mouth with a deluge of creamy white 'come'. I jerked forward, clutched her head and buried my rod deep into her throat, making her swallow every drop so as not to leave a stain on the bed clothes.
Withdrawing, I looked long into her eyes and gently felt between her legs. The poor thing was in a state of extreme heat, her lovely cunt was dripping wet.
"Sweet Beth," I whispered, lowering my mouth to her ear. "Lie still and I shall rid you of your pain."
She rested herself against the sheet and I cupped her breasts, which, as I have already said, were showing excellent signs of womanhood and tickled the nipples with my thumb as I squeezed the roundness with my hand. She pushed up, spread her legs and waited for me to roll on top, but instead, I kissed her squarely on the mouth and fingered her cunt.
Tiny little gurgles crept from her throat but my mouth over hers kept them from being heard by the others. Eagerly, I dipped my fingers into the young juice and finger fucked her to a gloriously long but quiet climax.
"Oh, brother," she exclaimed, once she had completely discharged her load. "Thank you."
I looked down into my dear sister's glazed eyes and tenderly kissed the lids closed.
The hour of dawn was approaching and my body was still in a state of excitement, but I was fearful the rest of our family would awaken.
I at once sent Beth back to her own bed and hoped to catch a few hours of sleep before breakfast was called.
CHAPTER FOUR
Our father bid us goodbye and our mother promised faithfully to show up at the summer house as soon as she had properly said adieu to our father. She smiled demurely in my direction and I felt my face flush. Beth caught the look that passed between us and assumed a pouty expression during the remainder of the meal.
"Beth, what is wrong with you?" I queried, once the others were busily playing on the lawn.
"I think you and Mother have something going on between you," she flatly stated, taking me completely by surprise with her bluntness.
"Don't be such a child," I scolded, assuming the posture of elder.
"Don't call me a child. You, dear brother, are two years my junior and I am the oldest of all."
"I'm sorry, dear sister, if I offended you but I only meant you were acting the part of a child."
"Then I shall no longer play with you," she snapped, jumping up to join the others. "Wait, Beth...." I called.
Left alone, I conjured up the image of my mother and father fucking. It was a delightful picture ... one that immediately brought about an extraordinary hardness to my prick.
At once I was angry with myself for having offended my sister.
Closing my eyes, I envisioned my father's long thick prick, exquisitely white with veins coursing through the shaft in a most tempting manner, ending in a beautiful vermilion knob. His balls were firm and hung graciously near the root, gallantly between his spread legs. His ass was ivory white, polished hard, looking cold to the touch.
My mother's pink gash was in clear view as she was spread wide apart on the edge of the bed. Tiny droplets of secretion hung about the edge of her vagina as little moisture beads trickled onto her sparsely haired ridge.
Now my father moves to the bed with prick in hand and lazily rolls the knob around the entrance. She slips her fingers to her cunt and spreads the lips apart, revealing the gaping hole that awaits my father.
"Benton...." It was Lottie's voice that took me away from my daydreaming.
"Benton, your pants are bursting," she exclaimed, pointing to my obviously aroused organ that stretched and strained beneath my fly front.
"So it seems, dear sister," I casually observed, served.
"Shall we make it spill free?" she asked, recalling our games of touch and spew of not so long ago.
"If you like," I consented, not wanting to discourage the healthy curiosity of her fourteen years.
"Of course I like," she gleefully grinned, unzipping my fly and inserting her slender fingers into my pants.
"Brother dear, I don't know if I shall be able to pull you free. You are swollen so large there is little room for me to move."
I unbuttoned my belt and allowed my sister to slip my trousers below my hips. Now my prick stood straight out, nearly tearing a hole in my underwear.
"I think you'd better remove those," she suggested, hesitatingly, never before having asked me to expose myself completely.
"With the greatest of pleasure, dear sister," I graciously consented, removing my shorts.
"Dear, Benton ... you have grown so large since last I saw your beautiful machine," she exclaimed, taking hold of my organ. And you are so red."
"That, lovely Lottie, is because I am cooked to the boiling point, I confessed."
She laced her hands, one after the other and still did not encompass my member. I do not want to seem boastful, for in truth, Lottie's hands are plump but small, and my youthful tool is thick and long and indeed, it would be difficult for her to engulf me totally.
"My, it does wiggle and pulsate," she announced, moving the shaft skin back and forth.
I closed my eyes and waited for her to increase the tempo but dear Lottie had other things in mind and instead, laced her teeth over the head and teased the tip.
I arched my back and started bumping up and down on the floor, surprised, but overwhelmed by her action. Then, with a sudden lunge, I passed the blockage of her tongue and found myself shoving in and out of her throat. She must have been enjoying herself, for she did not attempt to dislodge the swelling rod and in fact, opened her mouth wider, allowing me to thrust more violently.
The aptitude of her throat muscles caused me incredible pleasure. I jerked uncontrollably as she continued to suck me down ... down in a whirlpool of indescribable perfection.
In one frantic stroke, I shot a wad clear past her tonsils, making her swallow at an incredible rate, thus squeezing and pulling my organ clear to her collar bone. Once empty, I stroked her head and begged her to relax so I might free my organ. Reluctantly, she expanded her esophagus and allowed me to withdraw.
"Dear sister," I exclaimed, "who has taught you the marvelous usage of your pretty mouth?"
"Robert and Franklin," she confessed.
"Robert and Franklin?" I exclaimed. "And from where did they learn this form of enjoyment?"
"From father," she stated.
"Father?" I repeated, stunned by her admission.
"The afternoon we went berry hunting Father joined us and taught us that a sweeter juice comes from within."
I leaned back against the wall, raised my behind to pull my pants up and recalled the afternoon and Beth.
"I am sorry to have missed your adventure."
"Father asked where you and Beth were," she started, "and we told him you and she were in the summer house."
"And what did he say?" I asked.
"Nothing. He said he was sure Mother would attend to your education."
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Robert, Franklin and Beth.
"You must get some sun, dear brother. Your skin is pale and sickly," Robert said, closing the door to the house.
"Yes, you are right," I agreed, noticing his front bulged largely.
"I think I shall rest," Franklin yawned, moving to a corner of the room and seating his obviously exhausted body on the floor.
"Shall we run in the sun?" Robert asked me.
"I don't know...." I hesitated, glancing at Lottie, whose face was flushed with excitement.
"Let's...." she encouraged, taking my hand to lift me up.
"Let's," I agreed, taking both their hands and leaving Franklin and Beth to doze contentedly.
Once outside, Robert suggested we strip naked and swim across the pool. I watched as he carefully stepped from his pants and walked slowly to the edge.
He had an erection that looked as if it would penetrate a steel vault.
All three of us dove in and swam to the other side at a record fast pace.
As I climbed from the water, I noticed Robert eyeing my organ which, from the cool wind that blew, had risen to distinct proportions of stiffness.
"Robert, why do you stare at me so?" I asked.
"Because you have grown in size, dear brother, and I am amazed at the width of your instrument."
"And I am surprised at the thickness of yours, sir," I smiled, returning the compliment.
Lottie coughed softly, reminding us that she was still in our company. Robert shot her a look that sent her back into the pool. I watched as she swam a way out and began treading water;
"Why were you so unkind to her?" I asked, now that she was out of ear-shot.
"I was not unkind, dear brother. I was only attempting to have a moment or two alone with you."
"That, kind Robert, is indeed a very nice idea."
Robert raised from where he was seated, walked to me and sat down at my side.
"You are growing into a very superb looking man," he announced, dropping his hand to my tool.
"Thank you, sir," I smiled, leaning back on my elbows, letting my prick stick up very tall and shiny in the sun.
"Dear brother, I should like very much to take your gentle organ in my mouth," he said softly, rubbing the light hair along my thighs.
"I would enjoy that very much, Robert," I grinned, feeling his palm rub up and down my shaft, making warm sensations careen my groin. I lay back, stretched myself and waited for Robert to begin his attack.
He straddled my hips and raised his backside high, taking into his mouth my standing rod. His hands cupped my balls as his fingers began to massage my prostate glands. I thought I should lose my mind. He was superb. His tongue licked and rolled about my hardened flesh. I raised and lowered my hips in sudden abandon, as if fucking a tiny cunt, lusting in and out of his pursed mouth.
Lost in my own excessive delight, I hadn't noticed Robert's body lower itself and his prick start to rub up and down my stomach.
He started to grind his tool into my pelvis as he continued to pull and chew my expanding organ. Violently he humped and banged, emitting large hungry moans from deep in. his throat, until his body lurched forward and a deluge of 'come' saturated my belly and spilled over my pubic hair. I complimented his load with one of my own and shot a strong flow into his mouth, which he left open, letting the creamy thickness spill down my prick and run along my crack.
Abruptly, Robert jumped from my hips, turned me over and raised me to my knees. Greedily, he licked and sucked my bun-hole, tickling my glands with the tip of his tongue, forcing an immediate return to my excited state. Spreading my cheeks wide, he stood up and slipped his knob to the entrance of my ass and rubbed it up and down, making certain it was well lubricated. Then with tenderness, he spread my ass-hole and inserted a finger. The sensation was exquisite. I thrust my ass back against his probing finger and wiggled, hoping to increase the heat that traveled my thighs.
He then inserted two more, then three until he had all of his fingers buried. It was a new delicious, exciting sensation. I twisted and churned my buttocks, attempting to draw him deeper. He then extricated his hands and stepped forward, slipping the knob into the entrance and pushed forward. The difference between fingers and cock was considerable. I felt impaled on a giant spike and as he moved deeper, I cried in pain.
"Dear brother, it's hurting me."
"Have patience, dear Benton and soon it will make you swoon in ecstasy," he huffed, pushing and cramming me full of his organ.
I closed my eyes and attempted to relax. The lessening of tension made the pressure of his hearty tool seem less painful and more pleasant. Suddenly, I felt the moistness of flesh brushing the head of my prick.
It was Lottie.
She had crawled beneath me and now separated her legs, making a V. She lifted her cunt to reach the tip of my cock. Eagerly, I lowered myself and with her dainty fingers guiding my way, sank into the wetness of her slit. Immediately, Robert gripped my thighs, supporting both our weights as I slushed in and out of the contracting Lottie.
Together, we three pumped like a well oiled machine. It was heaven to feel Robert's prick igniting the walls of my ass as Lottie raised and lowered herself to meet the lunging of my prick. In reckless joy, we speedily brought ourselves to a rigorous climax.
Spent from our bout, we fell forward and panted to normal breathing. Lottie was the first to stir, begging me to lift up so she might free herself from both my brother's and my weight.
Reaching around, I tapped my brother's behind and begged him to ease out, which he readily did as I lifted high and allowed my sister to move from beneath me.
Together, we three rolled to our backs and laughed gleefully, delighting in our triangle of pleasure.
"Benton, dear sir," Robert began, "I am still vigorous in the area of my groin."
"So I notice," I smiled, raising up to see his glorious hardness defy the afternoon sun.
"Would you care to return my compliment by placing your mouth about my knob and lick the tender tip to dripping fruit?" he asked, most sweetly.
"Only if I may, in turn, fill your bun-hole with my throbbing rod," I bargained.
"That, dear brother, is understood."
"Then let us not waste words and get about relieving our pressures," I agreed, moving to his side so I might engulf his member between my pursed lips.
Indeed it was a novel experience. One which I immediately took a liking to and would repeat in my later life. The taste of his organ was much like a salt stick, nippy, but definitely pleasing to the palate.
Taking his tool within my hands, I tickled the root with my fingertips as I slid my lips over the ridges of glistening flesh. My dear brother quivered and inhaled deeply, making his glorious chest puff large and his stomach sink to a concave hollow.
Pressing his superb head with my lips, I thrust, to his infinite delight, the foreskin back, making his buttocks instinctively raise up to meet my voluptuous proceeding. This I repeated in abandoned pleasure until I could feel, by the electric stiffness of his prick, that he was close to the crisis.
I started to tickle his tightened balls with my hand and pressed a finger hard against his asshole. He bolted forward and poured his tribute into my longing mouth. I swallowed most of it but saved some and lubricated the throbbing shaft, for Lottie's convenience.
Raising up, I flipped him to his stomach, wrapped my arms about his belly and lifted him high, exposing his tiny hole. Spreading his cheeks wide, I lowered my head and let a mouthful of his sperm ooze into his crack, making his hair glisten and sparkle in the afternoon heat.
My dear Lottie, instead of resuming her position, crawled on her stomach beneath Robert and greedily started to gobble his prick. Robert, in turn, lowered his head and began lapping the juices that rivered from her cunt.
I was stiff with excitement and did not waste too much time dallying about Robert's bun-hole. With precise aim, I spat on my prick, rubbed the saliva into the folds and thrust forward, impaling my dear brother, making his ass wiggle and shake in furious desperation. The tightness of his bun-hole caused marvelous pressure and friction, thus made frigging him an ecstatic experience. He was being driven to frantic pleasure. His bottom twisted and churned until a convulsive shudder seized his body and he poured a copious draught into Lottie's guzzling mouth.
I, in turn, increased the velocity of my humping, which immediately brought on the crisis. In one perfect lunge, I saturated his backside with a torrent of sperm. Lottie too, bucked crazily and instantaneously joined the pool of completion that my brother and I swam blissfully in. Her back arched and she groaned loudly, shooting a bucket of juice onto hot grass.
The sound of Beth's voice, culling from the far side of the pool, made us scurry free of our lascivious position and yell in unison our recognition of hearing her.
"It is near dinner time," she repeated. "Mother wants to speak with everyone before the meal, so you'd best get your clothes on, quickly, and return to the house."
Leaping into the pool, we swam to the other side, dressed in silence and hurried to our mother.
Beth and Franklin were already seated before her as we three entered.
"Over here," our mother indicated, pointing to three empty stools at her feet.
"Tomorrow you are to visit your cousin."
We all registered a look of surprise and disappointment. It was not that we didn't care for our cousin, it was just that we had hoped to spend some time in our mother's company.
"You shall be gone for two weeks. I shall join you the week after the first and then we shall return home." Her voice was strangely stern as she made this announcement. "I shall take with me, Lottie, Robert and Beth. Franklin and Benton will visit the first week and we shall join you the second."
This arrangement came as a great shock to us, for we rarely, if ever, had been separated and now, with our new enjoyment of each other's company, our disappointment was great.
"Where, Mother, will you and our brother and sisters go?" I questioned.
"Your father has asked that we join him in town for a week," she stated.
"Oh...." I nodded, not understanding this unusual request.
"Now, children, to dinner and an early bed," she said, rising, indicating our conversation had ended.
That night, dinner was a gloomy affair, hardly any of us could speak. We were dumb with depression.
Our baths were taken in silence and it was only when we realized fully that we would be deprived of each other's company that we started to express our affection.
Beth and Lottie slipped into my bed and Robert and Franklin exchanged the embraces of two brothers off to the war, never likely to return. It was a glorious and beautiful sight to witness the love and devotion that existed between our community.
When we all had spent our passion and reassured each other of undying loyalty, we fell into a heavy and stoic sleep, each dreaming of the moment, a week from hence, when we should be united once more.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Mary's voice that brought us out of our sound sleep.
"Hurry up and get dressed," she sternly commanded. "You are to be ready to leave directly after breakfast, Franklin and Benton, so stop dallying in bed and get to it," she concluded, pulling the covers off our beds.
"Aren't we leaving immediately?" Lottie asked.
"No, you three will remain till after lunch, then you shall accompany your mother to town."
"We know that," Beth sighed.
"Then don't ask foolish questions to waste my time," Mary snapped. "Breakfast will be served in five minutes," she added, moving briskly from the room.
"My, she's in a nasty mood," Beth flipped, slipping into her dress, moving to me to button it.
"Yes, I know," I agreed, bending my head to kiss the smooth skin of Beth's back.
"I shall miss you, dear brother," she exclaimed.
"And I you, lovely sister. But be patient. One week is not too long a time," I encouraged, fastening the snap of her dress.
"Stop that," Franklin interrupted. "We've got to be ready to go."
"Yes, you're right," I agreed, hurrying to gather a few clothes and placing them in his open suitcase.
Breakfast was a quiet affair with our mother reminding us of how she expected us to behave.
"Aunt Charlotte and Uncle George have just returned from Europe and I'm sure will have many interesting and informative things to tell you boys," Mother said, addressing Franklin and myself.
"Do you think they'll tell us about them too?" Lottie asked.
"I'm certain they shall."
"How old is cousin Beatrice?" Beth suddenly asked.
"The same age as the twins," Mother said. "Oh," Beth exclaimed, shooting me a sly look.
"I think we're ready," Mother announced, raising from her chair and waiting for us to leave the table and follow her to the hall.
"Remember, boys," she once again started, surveying us from head to toe, "be gentlemanly and cooperative."
We nodded our heads and one after the other, kissed her on the cheek, bade our brother and sisters good-bye, and loaded ourselves in the car. Franklin was distant and seemed preoccupied during the first part of the drive, but as we neared the stretch of coast line that would soon bring us to our destination, he started to become more talkative.
"Do you think Beatrice has grown very much?" he asked.
"I suppose so. After all, a girl of fifteen certainly matures more quickly than a boy of that age, or at least that's what Mother says," I volunteered.
"I wonder why Mother and Father decided on this trip?" he continued.
"I don't have any idea."
"Oh look, Benton," he suddenly announced, pointing to a rolling hill of green, where a huge bull was mounting a cow. "Dear brother, look at the size of his 'wang'," he exclaimed.
"Superb," I agreed. "Daniel, will you halt the car a moment. Franklin and I wish to gaze upon the scenery."
The driver stopped and Franklin and I ran to the picket fence that secluded the animals from the road.
"Do you think it hurts her?" he asked.
"Hardly. It looks to me as if she's enjoying it. Look at the way her tail is raised and her behind wiggles," I said, realizing the scene taking place before us was arousing both of us.
"My dear, but his balls are enormous," he grinned.
"And will you just listen to the noise they're making?" I laughed, letting my hand brush against the front of Franklin's pants. His prick was swollen and the head pushed his front out. "Dear brother, before we return to the car, don't you think it a good idea if we urinate?" I suggested.
"Definitely," he agreed, walking toward a cluster of rocks just up the road.
I followed him and, as we stepped behind the stone shelter, unzipped my pants and drew out my prick, which was in a state of excitement.
"May I help you?" Franklin offered, laying a hand about my member and holding for me while I peed.
"Your hand is marvelously warm," I smiled, reaching into his open pants and withdrawing his inflated prick.
"So is yours, dear brother," he grinned, pushing his bottom forward, forcing the skin of his shaft to move back and forth within my grip.
I tightened my hold and waited for him to follow suit, which he promptly did, allowing us to frig each other into a delicious state of 'come'.
"Gentlemen?" a soft voice said, startling the life out of us. We opened our eyes and there stood Daniel with his pants open and his prick fully erect.
"I'm not here to spoil your fun. On the contrary, I hope to add to it."
Franklin and I exchanged glances and silently decided we'd better let him participate in our sport to be certain his lips remained sealed.
"How can we help you?" I asked, admiring the large knob on his rod.
"Let us walk up the road a short distance and find the secluded patch of trees we passed and there I shall show you how three can play far better than two."
We tucked our organs from sight and followed Daniel the short walk. Once amidst the heavy foliage, he suggested we three remove our trousers to avoid grass stain, which we promptly did.
His prick was one of medium size, not too long, nor very thick, but did possess, as I said before, a very handsome size nut.
Franklin's tool was long and slender, much like my father's, and seemed to wave, almost imperceptively in the chilly afternoon breeze.
"You have a sweet ass," Daniel announced, running his palms over my behind.
"Thank you, sir," I smiled, graciously stepping back, allowing his hands to squeeze my taut buttocks.
"I should like very much to frig you, young sir," he whispered, running his tongue about my neck and ears, sending chills down my back.
"Only, dear sir, if my brother, Franklin, can in turn do the same to you," I said, watching the expanding of Franklin's tool as he viewed the man's advances.
"Of course, young lad," he laughed, reaching over my shoulder and toying with my prick.
Franklin moved behind us and reached for Daniel's balls, making him wince with pain.
"Easy, lad," he admonished. "First finger the tool, then the nuts," he instructed, now turning me about to face him.
"On your back," he commanded.
I obeyed and reclined against the moist grass. He lowered himself, pulled my legs apart and draped them over his arms as he lifted me high and all but swallowed my prick.
"Oh ... sir...." I panted, feeling the suction of his mouth pull my rod from the roots. At once, he placed his powerful arm beneath my bottom, supported my weight and fingered my balls with his free hand. This tickling sent me into several quivering trembles and I opened my eyes, fearing I might discharge prematurely. He sensed this and let go of my organ, leaving it to stand tall and throbbing.
Clutching my buttocks again, he raised me high, spit on my bun-hole and rubbed his lubricated cock, for Franklin had been giving him pleasure from behind, back and forth on my crack.
Now he spread my behind and introduced the head of his prick into my bottom hole. Since his knob was bulbous he had great difficulty getting it into the tiny crack. The pain was at first unbearable and I begged him to stop for just a moment, which of course he did, bidding my brother do the same, since Franklin was buried deep inside him. Pausing until I told him he might try again, he drew back a wee bit and applied more spit to the area, then gently eased forward, sliding his prick in as far as his belly and my ass would allow.
Again he halted, lowered his head and caught the tip of my prick between his lips and began rolling his tongue about the knob. Immediately I relaxed, thus allowing him a freer passageway. He began in slow movements of thrusting in and out, which, together with the hot and voluptuous licking of his tongue, sent me into passionate trembling, causing me to grow very fierce in my demands. Nothing I could ever imagine could equal the intense pleasure of that double action act and as I approached the grand and final rapture, I groaned and heaved with such loud and fierce velocity that I hardly recognized my own being. Daniel managed to save his wad for the last and after Franklin had spent strongly, he shot a stream of sperm that soaked my entrails goodly.
Happily gorged, we removed our penises from their hiding places, dressed and returned to the car. The remainder of the drive, Franklin and I slept. It was the abrupt halting of the car that wakened us from our deep sleep.
"Gentlemen...." Daniel announced. "You are here."
I raised my lids and looked into the loveliest violet blue pair of eyes peering at me through the open window.
"Hello. You must be Franklin," she said softly.
"No, I'm Benton and this good fellow beside me is Franklin."
"I'm your cousin, Beatrice," she grinned broadly, opening the car door.
Both Franklin and I exchanged glances, understanding we were most pleased with the sight that refreshed our senses.
"Mother and Father have motored to town. They'll be home in about an hour. They apologize for not being here to greet you but you see, they expected you a little earlier," she explained, stepping back, waiting for us to disembark.
"Sorry, Miss Beatrice, but we had a flat along the way and that delayed our trip," Daniel volunteered, following us to the house.
The house was small and New England in design, with a view of the ocean just beyond the fence that surrounded its tiny yard. It had one street with some straggling houses spotted here and there but the beautiful stretch of beach that faced the homes gave the scene an air of charm and poetry.
We followed Beatrice into the house where she, at once, insisted we partake in a glass of cool lemonade to clear the dust from our tonsils.
"You can put the luggage upstairs. The first bedroom to the right of the landing," she instructed, indicating the room by pointing a long elegant finger toward the upper floor.
"Yes, Miss," Daniel smiled, walking the creaking staircase.
Beatrice was taller than both Franklin and myself and had an incredibly commanding figure for a mere girl of fifteen. She was broad shouldered and wide hipped with a bosom that was well separated but not enormous. Her hair was coal black and, as I stated before, her eyes a blue violet, with heavily fringed lids of curly black hair.
"Why do you stare?" she asked me.
"I am delightfully happy to view such a handsome cousin."
"Thank you, dear Benton. Then we share the same view, for both you and Franklin are well cut men."
Draining our glasses, Beatrice suggested she show us to our room which we readily agreed to, for we were eager to remove our clothing and replace them with a swim suit.
Our room was small, two beds, a dresser, two rocking chairs and a thin partition.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"That is where I sleep," Beatrice responded, sliding the screen back and exposing a daintily furnished corner.
"Such a lovely color pink," I said, touching the velvet spread that covered the narrow bed.
"Yes, that is one of my favorite colors," she smiled. "The bath is just off the hall," she added, leading us out of the room and across the hall to a closed door. "Mother and Father sleep here," she continued, opening a door just to the left of the bath and exposing a handsome double bed.
"I'll leave you gentlemen to attend to your toilet."
"Thank you, dear cousin," we said, watching her turn and walk down the staircase.
"What do you think?" Franklin asked when we were alone.
"I think everything is very fine."
"Do you think we shall have a good stay?" he continued.
"Dear brother, you always worry about the strangest of things. Of course we shall have a good stay. Just look out the window and see the way the sun has greeted us. Yes, I think we shall have a marvelous visit," I added, viewing Beatrice from the window as she touched her toe to the ocean edge and pulled back just as the white foam nipped the tip.
The sand beneath my feet felt incredibly good. Eagerly, I rushed to where a wave hovered between breaking and dancing and dove beneath its enormous hull.
"Hurry up in," I yelled, coming up for air, then submerging beneath another wall of water. "Come on," I beckoned, watching Franklin linger on the ocean's edge, barely dipping his feet in the spray.
"You know I don't care much for the ocean," he snapped, disagreeably.
"Do as you wish," I laughed, turning to swim beyond the choppiness, rolling on my back and gliding to the smooth glassiness ahead.
Closing my eyes, I stretched, jackknifed and cartwheeled in the buoyant liquid, feeling a stirring within my pants, then a hand on my thigh. I opened my eyes and was greeted by Beatrice's lovely smile.
"A mermaid," I exclaimed, reaching for her long black hair that now hung straight and floated about her shoulders.
"You are a marvelous swimmer, dear cousin," she giggled, moving away from me.
"And so are you," I called, .swimming to her side.
"Thank you," she said, turning quickly and accidentally brushing one of her bosoms against my arm. "Excuse me," she quickly mumbled, her face flushing an attractive pink.
"Children," a woman's voice called from the shore.
"That's Mother," Beatrice exclaimed. "We'd best return."
My Aunt Charlotte was plumper than I remembered and her hair was now streaked with silver threads that glistened brilliantly beneath the sun rays.
"Benton," she greeted warmly, pulling my wet body against her fleshy bosom and belly. "How are you, my darling child?"
"Wonderful," I finally answered, once she had released me from her voluptuous embrace.
"Come, children, your uncle George is waiting for you at the house," she announced, placing an arm about Franklin and my shoulders, drawing us close to her body, like a mother hen protecting her young. The roundness of her hips, as they rubbed against mine, sent glorious little ripples of excitement through my body. I edged closer, wrapping an arm about her waist. She responded to my little squeeze by nuzzling her round cheek against my face.
"We're so pleased your mother and father allowed you to come for a visit," she continued. "We do like to keep the family close."
"Hello there," my uncle exclaimed upon seeing us.
"Dear Uncle George, it's good to see you again," I said, extending a hand.
"Marvelous," he grinned, surveying both Franklin and myself, lingering near the roundness of our trunks.
"They certainly have grown into splendid young men," our aunt agreed, running her palms over our backsides.
"Yes, they have," Beatrice volunteered, to remind us she was still in our presence.
"You must change now. Dinner will be ready in a short while," our uncle said. "We dress very casually here," he added, winking at us.
The three of us returned to our room, with Franklin deciding he would shower first while Beatrice and I chatted.
"How long is it since last I saw you, dear cousin?" I asked.
"Nearly five years."
"You were less round, then," I grinned.
She blushed and instinctively covered her skimpy bathing suit which revealed the true beauty of her large and succulent breasts, which was indeed, the very roundness I was referring to.
Her eyes shifted from my face to between my legs, then darted to my chest.
"I think I'll get ready to shower," she said, nervously.
"Yes, you'll go after Franklin returns."
She walked to the partition and disappeared behind it, leaving one of the sections slightly ajar. I listened as the wet suit slipped from her body and dropped to the floor in a quiet thud.
"Dear cousin," I announced, walking to the screen and peeking around to see her lovely young naked form. "Dear cousin, you are indeed handsomely built," I gasped. For indeed, the sight that greeted me was overwhelming in its beauty. Her Venus mound, all black and curly, sent a vigorous titillation to my prick and I immediately felt it jerk and twitch, straining against my trunks.
"Thank you, kind sir," she smiled, turning her back to me, giving me the glorious view of her backside. I damned near fainted from the sight of her large cream white bottom. I hungered to possess the succulent mounds that teased my eyes.
"Dear cousin," I whispered, "you have the most superb bottom I have ever seen."
"Have you seen many?" she flipped.
"Hardly ... and yet, many, for I have sisters. Yet none compares with the perfection of yours. I should love very much to touch your skin."
"Dear cousin, behave yourself or else I will have to leave this room," she reprimanded.
"I beg your forgiveness. But it is not often that one sees a work of art become a reality before the naked eye and I am consumed with a burning desire to trace your flesh ... only of course to make certain it is real."
"Dear cousin, your words are pretty but I trust them not, for it is evident that your passion stems not from your heart but a lower portion of the anatomy."
"Judge me not too harshly, sweet Beatrice, for if I swoon and swell, it is the sight of ye that balloons my organ."
"Thank you, dear Benton. But dinner shall be served and I must dress."
"By all means, lovely Beatrice, and I must remain silent and endure the torment your beauty casts me in."
She turned now to face me. Her look was silent and knowing. It was evident that she was not in a virginal state, which made me all the more anxious to possess her.
"Dress, dear cousin, there are more hours to the day than just these few minutes," she said, smiling sweetly and turning full around so I might once again view the largeness of her tits.
"Succulent orbs," I sighed aloud.
"Thank you," she grinned, moving her palms over her boobs, making the tips stand sharply pointed.
I abruptly turned around, hearing Franklin walk into the room. He shot me a strange look, then grinned broadly as he noticed my excited prick.
"Your turn," he announced.
"No, I think our cousin wishes to cool her form, first."
Beatrice stepped from behind the screen, wrapped snugly in a pale blue robe.
"I'll be just a moment," she said, passing us both and moving to the bathroom.
I slipped from my trunks, letting my prick stand out straight.
"Has our dear cousin done that to you?" Franklin asked.
"I think it is the sea air. It stirs the senses, you know, and makes the body come alive."
"Yes, I believe you are right," he grinned, opening his robe and displaying his enormously inflated prick.
"Dear brother," I exclaimed, walking to him. He stopped my saying anything more and quite casually took me in his arms and glued his lips to mine. Our tongues met. Both our hands wandered, his on my prick, which immediately jumped beneath his touch and mine on his, which twitched and wiggled.
I dropped to my knees and took his prick in my mouth, sucked it and fondled the root with my hand. Then, moving my other hand between his legs, I sought his ass-hole and inserted two fingers. I started to move my lips over his knob while simultaneously I frigged his ass with my fingers.
He cried and whimpered in agony of pleasure. Cupping my head within his hands, he pulled it back and forth, guiding its movements until he lunged forward and shot a great wad of sperm down my throat.
I continued to suck and frig him, forcing him to discharge once more.
Gruffly, he pulled me from his organ, pushed me against the bed and knelt beside it. Then, taking my knob between his lips, he started licking it soundly and just as I had done, spread my legs and sought my bun-hole, hiding two fingers within its passageway. Slurping about the head, he worked the glands near my balls with his thumb as he continued to thrust heartily. Naturally this brought on a fine discharge, which he swallowed greedily. My hand fell to the bedside and brushed against his member, which had resumed the vigorous size of a few moments before.
I raised up, leaned on one elbow and was ready to relieve the tension that was evident when Beatrice made her entrance.
"Gentlemen, dinner will be served whether you are dressed or not," she sarcastically said, viewing our naked bodies.
"Quite right, dear cousin," I laughed, jumping from the bed and rushing to the bathroom.
"Poor Franklin," she exclaimed to my brother. "You're in such a dreadful state."
"Yes, dear cousin, I am. But since you are not capable of changing my condition, I suggest you return to your corner and I remain in mine."
"Good show," I mused silently, pressing against the door, attempting to listen to their conversation.
"But you have not asked me."
"Nor shall I."
"How shall I take your rudeness?" Beatrice asked, evincing disbelief.
"As disinterest, dear cousin. Plain and simple."
"Then I shall leave you with your tool in pain," she snipped, scurrying across the room.
"That is what I hoped you would do."
Now the track Franklin was traveling fascinated me. Easing the door open, I snuck to the bedroom and peeked through the doorjamb.
Franklin was standing in the middle of the room, bare-bottomed with pump at full tilt.
Beatrice nervously paced behind the screen.
"Franklin," she began. "Don't you find me attractive?"
"You have a pleasant face, cousin."
"Just pleasant."
"Just pleasant," he repeated.
She stepped from behind the screen, delightfully naked. My rod twitched awkwardly against the metal plate. I covered my hose and smiled broadly, watching her undulate her hips at Franklin.
"What are you about?" he asked, feigning disgust, turning his back on her. "Do I displease you?"
"No, dear cousin, you do not displease me, nor do you please me. I do think you'd best get dressed, dinner will be served in a matter of minutes."
Franklin's back remained to her face and without him seeing, she dipped her fingers into her bush and rubbed her clit vigorously, making a sloshing noise.
"Dear woman, what are you about?" he snapped, turning around, catching her fingers dizzily massaging her spilling cunt. "Are you in such a painful state, dear cousin?" he asked, not moving, just standing still and fondling his erect prick with the tips of his fingers.
"Yes, dear cousin, I am ... for unlike you, who finds me unattractive, I find your body very desirable."
"Don't tell me such falsehoods. It is only because your belly tickles and your cunt twitches that you pay me kind words."
"Indeed not, kind sir," she exclaimed, rushing to him, grabbing for his member, which he quickly moved out of reach. "I shall die if you do not aid me," she whimpered, running to the bed, reclining her body and separating her thighs widely apart.
My heart pounded loudly at the glorious sight of her gash so hotly scarlet and glisteny. Pouty lips that throbbed and quivered beneath the ridge of curly locks sent my stomach into butterfly tumbles. How much I wanted to run from behind and surprise her with my goodly knob.
"Dear cousin, please," she whispered. "Please take care of the hurt that travels my well oiled tunnel."
"Spread your lips, Beatrice," Franklin commanded, walking to the bed.
Beatrice immediately opened her lips with the tips of her fingers, displaying her purple-red gash, magnificently oozing secretion.
Franklin knelt on the edge, moved forward and lowered the knob to the seeping hole, then rolled his poised head about the entrance, every once in a while slipping the tip in an eighth of an inch.
"You shall drive me crazy," she moaned, lifting her large bottom high, snapping her cunt each time Franklin jabbed, hoping to catch the knob.
"You are an eager little girl," he smiled, now holding his pump firmly and running the tip up and down her slit, making the juices pour freely.
"Hungry only for you, dear cousin, and your magnificent tool."
"Then you shall have it goodly stiff past the sheath and clear to the root," he announced, thrusting straight and hard, meshing his pubic hair with her pussy coat.
Stabbing fiercely three or four times, he shook in a convulsed shudder and went off soundly, filling her womb with a mighty load.
Her legs wound about his waist, holding him tightly in place as she continued to hump and lunge against his steadfast prick until she too raised high and spilled a mighty spew of goodly 'come'.
When once their bodies stopped quivering and their breathing returned to normal, I entered the room and bade them 'hello'.
"Hello yourself, you mad dog," Franklin grinned, arching his back and allowing me to see how neatly in place his prick did fit in Beatrice's slit.
"What say ye, brother, would you care to exchange positions with me," I asked, stepping closer, exhibiting my near bursting tool.
"Naturally," he laughed, winking at me.
He eased his pump out to where the knob wobbled vicariously at the edge, then indicated for me to come quickly to him and grabbed mine, retreated hastily and replaced his with mine.
"Dear sir," Beatrice winced, "you're large enough to choke a horse."
"But not so large as to choke you, dear sweet cousin, for I have observed your resting nest is ample to accommodate heftier rods than mine."
"Enough with your words, sir. Pump and work me fast, for dinner will be served."
My fingers neatly slipped between us and skipped into her heavily mossed pelvis. Sweetly, between the tips, I caught her magic button and massaged it vigorously, making the little penis stand sharply out and the juices spew.
Beatrice lifted high and demanded I thrust forcefully, for she was now in a marvelous state of passion and squirmed most agitatedly beneath my prick. Lusting for her backside, I clutched the splendid balls and pumped her to me. A few short shoves, beneath her inner knob, created the most incredible humping that I didn't want for more. Beatrice brought us both to a pool of salacious completion as we drenched our private parts in an amorous wave of 'come."
When once our panting eased, she threw me from her and rushed behind the screen. Franklin and I exchanged pleasantries, dressed and walked below to find our dear aunt and uncle awaiting our company. Beatrice joined in a matter of minutes.
"Your face, dear child," Aunt Charlotte began, "is flushed. You mustn't expose yourself too much to the sun."
"Yes, Mother dear," Beatrice replied, seating herself between Franklin and myself.
Aunt Charlotte had changed her outfit and was now bedecked in a flimsy dress of ivory white that lent a mysterious air of incongruity to the casual trousers and shirt our uncle wore. At first glance, I hadn't noticed, but on closer observation, I realized the dark halos, that peeked through the sheer material was indeed Aunt Charlottes' incredible nipples. Her breasts were splendidly bulbous and not the kind a young man of thirteen years could easily dismiss.
Attempting to think of other things, I was unsuccessful and continually returned to the boobs that wobbled each time she took a breath. Needless to say, I was relieved when at last the maid, Peggy, announced dinner was to be served.
CHAPTER SIX
We had passed two days and nights at our aunt and uncle's home without much happening, for cousin Beatrice had taken a very contrary attitude toward my brother and myself and refused to allow us to touch her. It was Franklin who discovered her real reason. She was in 'that time of the month' and therefore her pussy was bound up tightly.
Then on the third night, for I was restless and although my sexual needs were being met by my brother's considerate daddling, I was hungry for a tight cunt to frig and found sleep impossible.
Not wishing to disturb the others, I rose from my bed and descended the staircase to prepare a mixture of tea with sherry, hoping the warm brew would quiet my nervous condition.
Now the maid's quarters were just beyond the kitchen and as I tiptoed about, I heard the most superb groaning coming from her room. Stepping a little closer, I pressed my cheek to the door and listened as another moan kissed my ear. My heart immediately started to flutter, for the sounds were most exciting and caused a superb wave of sensation to engulf me.
"Darling child, your bottom is delicious," a female voice whispered.
I pressed closer, wondering if I had heard correctly.
"Thank you, Ma'm," Peggy answered, "Would you like me now to taste your bottom?"
"By all means, dear child," my aunt said.
"I should love to lick your cunt dry," she giggled, obviously applying a hand to my aunt's sweet snatch, for a deep throaty groan trembled against the door.
"Dear child, your fingers feel so good within me. Please hurry and dip way back and circle the large protruding knob with your fingertips. Oh ... yes ... my child, you make me cream so profusely. Now ... quickly ... before I run dry, lick the spunk and suck my projection," my aunt heatedly commanded.
"Dear girl," Aunt Charlotte swooned. "Your tongue is inspiring me to heights of passion I've never felt. Harder, dear girl, don't spare me pain. Yes ... sweet one ... bite the button ... chew dear woman, chew...." My aunt's voice trailed off into an incredible groan that all but frightened me to death. I closed my eyes, pinched hard the tip of my prick and shot a wad all over the door.
Suddenly the door flung open as I tumbled into the room.
"Dear Benton," my aunt exclaimed, leaning over the bed and smiling down at my sprawled body.
"Dear Aunt Charlotte. I could not sleep and hoped a cup of hot brew would calm my nerves," I stuttered, scurrying to my feet.
"Don't rush so, dear child. Perhaps we can aid you in your quest for sleep," she said, smiling pleasantly at Peggy, who was preoccupied with studying my standing prick.
"Peggy, dear child, will you kindly fix Benton a cup of tea?" she said, startling the girl into consciousness.
"Yes, Ma'm," Peggy curtseyed, and left the room.
I turned my gaze to my aunt who had, in the meantime, stuffed two pillows beneath her charming ass. She lay with her luscious thick thighs, wide apart, knees bent, leaving her gloriously hairy cunt fully exposed.
"I realize, Benton, that you are but of a tender age and therefore unfamiliar with the female form and so to make your first encounter a most enjoyable one, I suggest you explore its various parts."
This invitation sent me into tremors, for as I have stated before, my aunt had a most incredible backside, with immense hips that tapered to a small waist, above which were her superb, large and firm boobs, that now, as she lay naked, stood hard and erect. Her arms round and long, equal in proportion to the shapeliness of her thighs.
"What are you waiting for, Benton?" she asked, as I stood in frozen pleasure, eyeing her succulent shape.
"Nothing, dear aunt," I smiled, moving to the bed's edge, about to inspect the sweet flesh to its most minute piece.
Her Venus mound was prominent and thickly covered in salt and pepper curls that followed around and along the gentle roundness, passing between her thighs. In the center was a well defined indentation and protruding from there were her large succulent lips. Just above this perfect formation lay her clit, pouty and swollen from recent use.
Because my aunt's legs were so widely apart, beside each of her lips was a stretch of skin, deeply pink and glistening from trickles of secretion. The two rows of curls ran down this ridge and disappeared into her sweet bottom hole. I spread her cheeks wide and examined the tight little flesh that pouted sweetly, touching it gently with the tip of my finger, watching the way it twitched when contacted.
Moving to her lips, I separated them and became enchanted with the lovely redness of her cunt and searched the darkness of that exquisite pleasure giving sheath, feeling the silkiness of the walls about my fingers.
Retreating, I slipped up and pressed against her clit, making charming circular motions as I viewed the secretions from deep within her walls spill from her gash and drip down her crack. This action produced considerable pleasure in my aunt, for she lifted her haunches and undulated against my probing fingers.
Not desiring to have her demand more from me, I pulled off her clit and once more returned to the wetness of her cunt. Slipping two fingers inside, I spread her apart and scanned the tunnel. Although the sensation was always one of velvet smoothness, I noticed on close examination a series of ridges running about her hollow. I, two or three times, jabbed at the interior walls and watched in increased excitement the contracting and relaxing of the pleasure creating lining. Pushing in two more fingers, I was able to feel the entrance to her womb.
"Oh dear," my aunt winced, closing her flexing cunt tightly around my probing fingers. "Push them in further," she commanded, which of course I immediately did. Backwards and forward I moved as she wiggled her ass in a splendid circular motion, nipping and pulling at my buried fingers. I made, at least, a half dozen slow and deliberate thrusts and then went wild, plunging violently six or seven times in rapid succession, making her pour down on my arm in a torrent of liquid. She went off in a scream of delight. Her limbs relaxed as she shuddered to a sluggish quiet.
My prick was now on the verge of bursting. I renewed my movements and started working in and out slowly, hoping to revive her, which I accomplished sooner than expected, for she started to hump robustly and before I could make an effort to replace fingers with prick, she went off again. I quickly attempted to withdraw, but she closed her cunt so tightly that I could not budge my encompassed digits.
"Please, sweet aunt, the pain is unbearable. Allow me once the joy of spending inside you."
"Sweet Benton, just once more," she pleaded, contracting her walls.
I did as she bade me and thrust most violently. The friction was incredible, for my fingers and knuckles burned as I sloshed in and out. She arched her back, heaved her bottom down hard and squeezed my fingers so tightly that I thought I should lose a hand.
"Dear aunt," I said, after she lay still. "Please release me from this hold."
"I can't, sweet boy. It's involuntary. Please child, tickle my clit and then I shall be more relaxed and your hand will be free."
Again I searched the swollen projection and rubbed it squarely on the head, causing, just as Auntie had promised, the juices to flow and the expanding of her cunty.
Now, not waiting for her to direct my actions, I retreated and mounted, ramming my throbbing organ in to the hilt. Expecting to be greeted by a cavernous hole, I was deliciously surprised to find her cunt fit snugly about my bulging rod. She had indeed the most luscious cunt I had ever fucked.
Because of my highly erotic state, it took but two lunges for me to spiral into a gigantic eruption that, quite frankly, shook both Auntie and myself, for at the moment of climax, I bit into her neck and sank my fingers into her luscious tits. I lay leaden on top of her full belly, panting in splendid bliss.
I had all but forgotten Peggy when out of the corner of my eye I spotted her standing beside the bed, looking down on us. Her gigantic tits hung bulbous, teasing her waist, but more interesting to the eye was the strange contraption she had laced about her hips.
"Don't get off," Aunt Charlotte whispered, feeling me lift up, attempting to get a better view of Peggy's tool, for indeed, it was a replica of a cock, only larger than any my tender years had seen.
"I should never want to leave these walls," I smiled, jabbing contentedly into her quenchless hole.
Peggy moved to the end of the bed, mounded the spread and lowered her form to drape my back. Cupping my" balls, she pinched and pressed, driving new sensations throughout my body. I in turn, answered the call of Auntie's cunt which was set ablaze with twitching.
Peggy's hands, large and strong, grabbed my thighs and forced my cheeks apart. I braced myself, fearing the instrument she had lowered to my bun-hole would surely rip me apart.
"Relax, kind sir," she requested. "I have our tool well oiled."
I attempted to refrain from fearing the mighty object, but to no avail. Peggy pulled off and my aunt started immediately to hump and claw, drawing me into a circle of perfect bliss. Peggy once more lowered the phallus and this time, instead of dallying, she thrust and drove her spike home. I winced in pleasure and pain, for at that moment, dear Auntie had carried us both beyond the orbit of now and together we spun in a blissful spasm. I shouted, but my cry was stifled by my aunt's large tongue being thrust into my mouth. Peggy remained still as Auntie and I returned to a small, but delicious quivering.
"Dear child," my aunt finally said, "you need no instruction. You are for sure, woman's best friend."
Pleased by her words of flattery, I relaxed and delighted in the sensations of Peggy's laborious tits upon my back and Auntie's boobs crushing my chest.
The internal flexing of her cunt revitalized my vigor and the added pressure of Peggy's tool buried deep within my ass-hole created uncontrollably delicious sensations to spin and run about my groin.
Fast and more my aunt did implore as Peggy did contrive to ride harder yet, making sweet Auntie wet and me swim gaily about. Lo and behold, without too much more, I started my humping, Auntie was pumping with dear Peggy bumping above. Together, we three, rode heavenly as warriors best we laid us to rest.
When after our battle and breathing was rightly returned to its proper intake of oxygen I raised high and dislodged Peggy, rolling her from my back. Then, eagerly, I withdrew from Auntie, who was by now quite exhausted and had, in fact, fallen asleep, leaving Peggy and I very awake.
"Suppose you take that contraption off and allow me the pleasure of your warm sweet cunt," I calmly announced, attempting to unbuckle the metal clasp. '
"Don't be so anxious, young sir. I am not for your pleasure, but for your aunt's and if she wishes me to have you lay your frail form atop my bosom, then I shall."
"Then wake her quickly so we may decide the fate of my prick."
Peggy leaned forward and whispered in Aunt Charlotte's ear.
"Of course you should," my aunt responded, not bothering to open her lids but a slit.
"Come here, large wench," I commanded, grabbing her thighs within my hands and spreading her snatch to full view. Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and flicked the glistening patch, which was incredibly wet.
"Dear sir," she did moan. "How goodly your tongue feels."
I smiled to myself, but continued to guzzle, for Peggy had a most delicious tasting discharge and the bout of moments ago had left my mouth desperately parched.
"Kind sir, you are driving me mad," she cried, writhing and twisting like a boa constrictor. I fumbled for the discarded dildo and slipped it between my tongue and Peggy's cunt, lubricated it, then searched the tiny pook of an ass-hole. Once found, I lodged the knob solidly inside and licked with a more powerful stroke, making her relax enough for me to push the object in to the root.
This was accomplished in a matter of moments, for the rapid action of my tongue sent her careening into wonderful quivering ripples. Her feet slipped from beneath as she pushed against the covers to force her rump against my face, sending a deluge of liquid into my mouth. I continued to move the dildo in and out of her rectum, but now, exchanged my lips for my prick and soundly went to ramming her deep. This double action sent her raving mad. She scratched and clawed at my shoulders, banged and crashed against my body, causing me to spill a gigantic load straight into her womb as her body convulsed into a fit of uncontrollable spasms. In enraptured passion, we continued to hammer away until once more we let go of another glorious discharge that brought us tumbling from the bed and onto the floor.
In disoriented content, we gasped and strained, attempting to raise to our feet.
"I'm stuck, dear girl," I said, realizing she'd locked me inside.
"Then fondle my clit," she nastily spit.
Because of her sudden temperament change, I gruffly fingered her slit, made a deluge pour and withdrew from her spew, leaving her to drip herself dry.
Begging my pardon, I gathered my pajamas and returned to my room.
"Where have you been?" Franklin asked, as I passed his bed.
"Down in the galley sipping tea with Aunt Charlotte and Peggy," I yawned.
"Christ," I yelled, slipping into my bed and finding my sheets soaking in red.
"Damn you, Franklin," I yelled. "Why did you have to fuck her here?"
"I'm sorry about that, brother Benton," he said, wryly.
"And so am I. Good night, sir."
"Good night, dear brother. Sweet dreams."
"Good night, cousin Benton," Beatrice added.
"Good God! Good night."
The next morning, after breakfast, Franklin and Beatrice excused themselves and sauntered off in the direction of the small beach town.
Aunt Charlotte had asked me to stay behind, which I reluctantly did, for my prick was quite sore from our vigorous workout of last night.
"Benton, my son," she began, as we strolled along the beach front. "I did so enjoy our little party last night."
"And so did I, dear Auntie."
"You are a darling boy," she giggled, drawing me under her wing and kissing me playfully on the neck.
I lowered my lids and observed her nipples sticking out in a point, making her dress peak sharply. Casually, I raised my hand as if to brush a lock of hair from my forehead and rubbed against one. She jutted her chest forward and smiled lovingly at me.
"You'll make the floods begin," she confided, softly.
"I don't understand," I boyishly responded.
"Of course you don't," she grinned, releasing her hold on me. "Go, darling child for a dip. The water will do you good."
Without hesitation, I broke fast for the ocean and dove beneath the first wave to rise. My strokes did increase as I lost sight of the beach and floated grandly away from the shore.
After breast stroke to the right and Australian crawl to the left, I middled my way on my back, oblivious to all, my mind was a ball ... big, empty and floating about.
It was the sputtering of an engine that recalled my senses. I opened my eyes to find my uncle seated in his Boston Whaler, leaning over the side, gazing.
"Hello there, young man," he finally said.
"Hello, kind sir," I replied.
"Would you care to join me?" he invited.
"I'd love to," I delighted.
"Climb aboard."
Which I did.
"It is my custom to spend as much time out on sea as is possible," he said, his weather-beaten face confirming his truth.
"I should like to have the time to spend," I said, surveying the vast serenity that surrounded us.
"Youth never has time for anything," he playfully responded. "Except perhaps for sex."
"Always time for that, dear uncle."
"I quite agree."
Now it was strange that his remark should surprise me, for although he was fifteen years my aunt's senior and had a head of shocking white hair, his body held a youthful vigor of a man several years his junior. I recalled at that moment that our mother had frequently told us about his mania for exercise and physical fitness.
"Why do you stare?" he suddenly asked.
"I hadn't realized I was, but if, in fact, I was
... it was because I hadn't realized how large and thick your hands are."
"That in part comes from boxing, my child."
"Did you box?" I exclaimed.
"For several years, until I met your aunt, then she pleaded with me to give it up, which I have regretted since."
"But why, is not the sport a very dangerous one?"
"For some, but for those who understand the art, it is definitely not."
I pondered his remarks and concluded he must be right, since women know nothing of men.
"Would you care to learn how?"
"Oh, Uncle George, that would be superb."
"Good, then we'll commence to give you a lesson immediately."
"Right here?"
"No, over there."
He pointed to a stretch of beach that peeked out from behind a group of jutting rocks. Anxiously, I fastened my gaze in the direction we were heading and encouraged him to a faster speed.
Once on the beach, our lesson began.
"Put your feet wider apart and move about on your toes. There's a great deal of grace involved, you know. That's right, now keep your guard up and circle about me. Remember, Benton, no one can hit a moving target. Good boy ... now try to hit me," he encouraged.
I thrust out two or three times, but was met with an effective block.
"Don't look so discouraged," he teased. "Perseverance, young man, in everything you do pays off in the end."
Once again I crouched low, attempting to mimic his style, then sharply jabbed him two or three times on the jaw. His head went back and his feet wobbled noticeably.
"Are you all right, dear uncle?" I quickly asked, fearing I might have hurt him.
My answer was a resounding sock to the temple, with confused my mind and clouded my vision.
"Don't ever ask a man if he's all right," he snapped, continuing to use my shoulders as a punching bag.
I recovered and circled to his left, feigned a blow and followed with a snapping uppercut that sent him reeling. Stepping back, I waited for him to get to his feet so I might continue my attack, for his sudden seriousness had made me angry. He rose and I marched in, banging and punching his mid-section. At once he grabbed me and wound me in a bear hug. It was then that I realized his organ was in a state of grave excitement. Attempting to disentangle myself from his clutches, I was caught off guard and received a dizzying blow to the jaw, which neatly snapped my head back.
"You're wonderful," he laughed, watching me shake the fogginess from my head.
Blindly I ran toward him and caught him with a hard right across the jaw. He fell to his knees, groped at his cock and slumped to the ground, humping violently within his hands.
Now ordinarily, I might find this sight rather unusual, however, for some unexplainable reason, it aroused a delightful erotic sensation. I leaned over his body, unzipped his fly and took out what I imagined to be the largest prick I have ever seen in my life.
"Dear boy," he gasped. "You have the most extraordinary pair of biceps."
Running his thick hands about my shoulders and arms, he raised high and made his organ jut up stiffly. The sight was too much, I trembled with desire. Lowering my head to the throbbing mass, I opened my mouth and placed my teeth about the vermilion knob, nibbling lightly the tiny slit at the very tip.
"You young rascal," he exclaimed, grinding his teeth in pleasure. "Not that way my young friend, come here."
I followed his command and slid forward to be next to his prostrate body. He turned on his side and drew me to him, grinding his long cock against my thigh, which I in turn imitated. Then he pulled me over him, making me straddle his rod and forced it beneath my balls and between my buttocks, as my cock rubbed against his belly. My rod stood straightly out and throbbed something dreadful.
The sensation of his huge member jabbing beneath my balls and the cleft of my ass sent me into wild vigorous humping, which in turn, set my uncle off immediately. He cluched my hips, banged me down and shot an ocean of sperm between my buttocks as I, in turn, spewed deliciously all over his hairy belly. Not waiting for us to recuperate, he lifted me by the waist and placed me above his noble tool, then eased me down upon it. I winced as the giant knob penetrated and my buttocks sucked up the large stiff shaft. I contracted and bore down upon his member, making him throb furiously within. He began to thrust upward, evidently enjoying the pressure my inner walls were giving him. "Frig me, dear uncle," I begged. "Of course, my child," he grinned lasciviously, taking hold of my prick and jerking it in unison to his plunging. Rising to my haunches, I helped the goodly man by upping and downing myself in frenzied enjoyment.
Together we doubled our vigor and united in a triumphant spending that sent my uncle gasping in wild cries of delight and myself back bending tremors. I now lay sprawled upon the hairy legs of my uncle and he with his eyes closed and his mouth open gasping for air.
"Dear sir ..'.?" I asked, raising to lean upon my elbows. "Are you all right?"
"Certainly, my boy. I was just contemplating your beauteous bottom hole," he lasciviously grinned, twitching his tool, buried deep in my meat.
"Please, Uncle, I beg you. I ache something fierce."
"All right, my child, but as soon as you're healed...." He didn't finish his sentence, but instead, told me to lie back and hold his feet within the crook of my elbow, then straightening his knees, he thrust forward, uncorking me.
I arched in pain, cradling my buttocks, feeling the inflamed rectum sting unmercifully.
"My dear poor boy," my uncle said, raising to his feet and offering me his hands. "Let me help you up."
I did as he so bade and lifted to my feet, but discovered I was ill at ease for walking. My gentle uncle lifted my arm and placed it about his neck, then gallantly half carried me to the boat. Once seated, I moaned so loudly I thought he would panic from fear.
"Child, I had no idea this afternoon's bout would prove such a disagreeable feat."
"It hasn't been so at all. It is just that your tool is so superbly endowed with length and thickness and I am slender and short where my ass is concerned that your thrill giving device I fear disemboweled me."
"A good hot soak and a massage from Aunt Charlotte will revive you at once," he philosophically suggested.
"Perhaps some sleep would do my button hole better," I quickly inserted, for thinking of Aunt Charlotte's great thirst sent me reeling.
"Perhaps," he concluded, as off we sped to the nearest bed where rest for the weary descended.
It was the whispering and giggling of Franklin and Beatrice that opened my eyes to a day with blue skies, sunshine and promise.
"Hello, you two," I yawned.
"Hello yourself, Mr. Sleepyhead," Beatrice smiled.
"The devil must have dusted your head with sleeping powder for you have been free of this world for more than ten hours," Franklin added, seating himself on the edge of the bed.
"Has it been that long?"
"That long indeed, and longer," Beatrice said, hopping onto the other side of me.
"Uncle George told us you were seized with fits of cramps. Fortunately for you he happened by," Franklin said.
"Yes," I acknowledged, lowering my lids to avoid his eyes.
"He does show up at the strangest times, doesn't he," Beatrice slyly smiled, shooting me an unexplainable look.
"If you two will kindly remove your forms from my bed, I shall dress and join you in your folly."
"Your folly is to be between the sheets. Dear mommie has given strict orders for you to remain in bed, after all, how would it look for your mother and sisters to arrive and find you ill tomorrow."
"But I'm well and anxious to leave these confines," I protested.
"You'll do no such thing. Right, Franklin?"
"Right," he agreed.
"Very well then ... then I want company."
"You have it, dear sweet brother, for I have promised Uncle George a boat ride and cousin Beatrice has consented to keep you company, much to her mother's protesting, for Aunt Charlotte thought you need sleep more than conversation."
"Thank you, dear cousin. You are truly much kinder than I have thought," I said, taking her slender fingers into my hands.
"Good, she is safe for the time and I am off on a seafaring adventure," Franklin said, standing up and waving a good-bye as he ducked beyond the door.
"What shall we company?" Cousin Beatrice suddenly asked, now that we were quite alone.
I reached forward, cupped her head with both my hands and drew her lips to mine. She became greatly agitated, trembled noticeably and attempted to push me from her.
"Why do you persist in acting like this to me?" I asked, when at last I had released her.
"Because you lack shading my dear Benton."
"Pardon."
"You are without depth and live in a world of black and white." She hesitated, lifted her rump from the bed and walked to the end, wrapping her arm about one of the posters. It was perfection, seeing her standing that way, her eyes flashing nervously about the room and her mouth set and determined, yet soft and pouty. It was indeed an inviting piece of flesh.
"There are shades of grey, Benton ... subtleties that obviously you are too young to understand."
"No, sweet cousin, I do not miss the shades. I ignore them, for my world is the world of color
... where everything is vivid and alive."
"Yes, children love color," she flipped.
"And the dead love black," I snapped, scanning her succulent breasts.
"You see, that's what I mean," she suddenly shot. "There you sit, staring at my breasts, telling me directly that you want them now."
"Right you are, dear cousin, and what is wrong with that?"
"These breasts might as well be a piece of hamburger as far as you're concerned ... for your only concern is that you are full."
"True, but it just so happens I don't have a pound of hamburger and I do have you with delicious plump tits facing me and if I say I want them because they will fill my hunger, then you will say I lack finesse. Dear cousin, I lack nothing except the warmth of your body next to mine."
"You're a carnal beast," she yelled.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," I shouted, jumping from the bed and stalking her.
"Don't come near me," she shot. "Don't you dare touch me."
I stopped, stood still and began to laugh uncontrollably, which set her off in a rage.
"What strikes you so funny?" she spit, dubious with my sudden explosion of merriment.
"It is funny because you prize your hole so much," I finally said. "Funny because you are desperate for it to be filled, good and properly, but fearful I might know, so you pretend I lack grace, when it is you who lack courage."
"You lie, you immature child," she shouted.
"It is you who lie. To you, the sun is white, the moon is grey and the stars silver buds, but to me the world is a cathedral of orchid, red and blue, yellow, green and brown and I ... I am brilliant orange like the sun and you a golden pink like the moon. Spray your rays upon me, child, so I may feel you are alive."
"You're mad," she said.
"If I am, then be mad with me for, Beatrice, I have decided that I shall marry you."
"Never."
"Oh yes. I always get what I want and I want you," I flatly stated. "Now call your mother to me, for I have no patience for a virginal mind and whore's body."
"And I have no patience for a cousin who has lost his senses," she barked, stomping from the room.
(Now, dear reader, I shall disclose that I did in fact, marry my cousin, Beatrice, on my eighteenth birthday and she became a splendid wife, bearing me three children and a houseful of lovers and mistresses. Ours has been, for I am still in the bands of holy wedlock, a very happy and prosperous union. Now I only tell you this for my recollections solely encompass the summer of my thirteenth birthday and I thought it of interest and importance that you know I am a man of my word ... from childhood.)
"Benton?" my aunt asked as she entered the room. "What did you say to poor Beatrice that set her in such a state of tears?"
"That I should, when the time is ripe, make her my wife."
"Wonderful," my aunt joyfully exclaimed. "And when might that be?"-
"When the moon is lavender and the sun is golden," I replied, ruefully.
"My darling child," Aunt Charlotte said, wrapping her arms about my neck and crushing her overripe tits into my chest.
"Oh, Auntie, dear," I said, nuzzling into the softness of her neck. "You do smell good."
She pushed me back against the pillow and started to roam the blanket, lingering long enough to rub my prick into a smart and glorious erection. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tongue into my mouth, giving me the most luxurious kiss. I remained in that glorious position for several minutes, then exchanged places with her tongue and thrust mine grandly into her mouth. She sucked and pulled the slippery wet muscles, always keeping up the activities of her fingers, groping most expertly my prick.
"Dear Auntie," I finally said, after disengaging my tongue. "I do wish you'd remove those garments so I might taste the luxury of your bottom while I fasten the door securely."
This she did quickly and when I returned to my bed, two pillows beneath her bottom gave me a glorious view of her gash. Stooping at the bed's edge, I started to lick her most exquisitely and because of her great anticipation, two flicks brought a quick spend and a gentle groan.
"Dear Benton," she swooned, somewhat embarrassed by her hotly discharge. "Insert your fingers, please."
"Not this time, dear sweet Auntie, for I wish you to taste my juice as I return to your slit," I laughed, climbing upon the bed and straddling her shoulders, slipping my tool between her lips as my tongue sought a wetter pair.
I clutched her plump thighs and she seized mine as together we delighted in bathing our organs in a mutual pool of saliva until we could stand the voluptuousness no longer and commenced to a more violent assault and finally discharged a gratuitous load of satisfaction.
Our exquisite aftermath was interrupted by the violent sound of banging upon the door. I bolted from the bed, grabbed Auntie and her clothes and shoved her behind the screen where she speedily dressed.
"Who is it?" I stalled.
"Beatrice, you fool," she snapped.
"All right, dear child," I joked, waiting for Auntie to put the finishing touches to her hair.
"Hello, dear girl," I exclaimed gleefully, as I opened the door and let her enter.
"Bastard," she shot, looking directly at me, then her mother, who had neglected to finish buttoning her blouse.
"Dear cousin, what has put you in such a froth?"
"You look feverish," her mother said, stepping to her and feeling her forehead.
"Don't touch me," she shouted, running from the room.
"I think I'd better speak with her," Aunt Charlotte said, leaving directly on Beatrice's heels.
I climbed into bed and pulled the covers securely over my tired body, thinking it best I nap away the rest of the afternoon ... night ... hoping to awaken to my mother, sisters and brothers early arrival in the morning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I did, in fact, awake in the early morning hours, but not to the arrival of my mother and sisters and brother, but to a strange and ominous crackling from down below.
I sat up and found Franklin soundly sleeping.
Slipping from the bed, I tiptoed to peek at Beatrice and found her too, to be slumbering soundly.
Walking to the hall, I eased my way down the staircase and made my way into the kitchen, pausing long enough to open Peggy's door and find her snoring.
Stopping dead in my tracks, for the snapping which had awakened me occurred again, I attempted to trace its origin. It appeared to be coming from the door just beyond the dining room. I naturally scurried to the place, seized the door knob, turned gently and opened the door wide enough to accommodate half a face. Squinting, for the light was dreadful, I recognized the naked bodies of my aunt and uncle. Opening the door wider, I slipped inside and crouched low, hoping to stay in the shadow, out of sight.
"Darling, didn't you find young Franklin to your liking?" Aunt Charlotte asked.
"Very much so, my darling, but I think I prefer young Benton's ass to his," he laughed, cracking a long slender whip against the cement floor.
"Poor boy, you did take advantage of him," she said, moving to where my uncle was standing.
"I don't think so. I'm sure he enjoyed himself as much as I did. After all, it was because of his zealous temperament that his bottom did 'smart'," he laughed lightly, taking Auntie by the arm and placing her directly in front of him.
"But you," he suddenly yelled, "you lecherous old bitch, having the young rebel suck you off like you did was inexcusable."
He stepped back, swirled the whip high above his head and landed a stinging blow about my aunt's shoulders, which she took with super silence.
"What was I to do? The dear sweet thing was just standing upright, throbbing handsomely and his interest in my anatomy was, to say the least, charming."
"Charming indeed, sweet Charlotte," he grinned, once more letting the black thinness coil about her hips and cut into her belly.
"Well?"
"Well what, dear George?" she smiled, casually scratching her plump Venus mound, letting her fingers linger within the heavily bushed pubic hair.
"Relate the splendid details of your lascivious union."
"I thought you'd never ask," she grinned broadly, undulated her way to the floor, spread her legs wide, which gave me a glorious view of her familiar gash, and breathed deeply, heaving her breasts high.
"I first encountered sweet young Benton the evening I journeyed into Peggy's room," she began.
"Where our charming, round bellied, full titted, enormously vaginated bitch was sucking your clit."
"Correct," she laughed, dipping her fingers into the folds of flesh that now glistened.
"Like this," dear uncle said, wracking her hand with the handle, making it abruptly pull back, giving free access to the thick black leathered handle, which he rubbed up and down her slit.
"Very much like that, my pet," she cooed sweetly, flicking her fingertips against the head of his prick which was in a semi-state of inflation. "Only more gently, for Peggy dear does have a most velvet smooth tongue."
"I'm sure, my dear," he grinned, bending low to pinch her tit, making her wince in pain and pleasure.
"Now on with it," he snapped, cracking a blow to her shoulders and another across her breasts, causing large ugly welts to raise vividly about her flesh.
"Dear Benton all but fell into the room," she once again started. "You see, the poor sweet fellow was watching and the scene that took place put him in such a state of heat that he indulged in flogging his own tool and groaned so loudly, he caught our attention and...."
She didn't finish her sentence, for the sudden lashing of leather biting into her flesh made her wince with pain and writhe m a most sensual way that I immediately became aware of possessing an incredible erection. My eyes shot to my uncle's organ and confirmed my suspicions. He too, enjoyed a joyously hard and stiff prick.
"And then?" he asked, now pacing about her form, every so often, giving a tiny tug to his knob.
"I invited him in and he hobbled to the bed, for his pink and white shaft was bulging with veins and the blood was close to the surface, making his pain, I would think, most unbearable."
"Yes ... yes...." he grunted, lowering to his knees, between her legs and playfully running his fingers over her twitching slit.
"Ouch...." she winced, as he pulled the fine hairs along the ridge of her snatch and rammed the handle brutally into her cunt.
The sight was truly an exquisite one for now his prick had reached the bursting point and the thin ridges swelled like giant knuckles, the veins stood brilliantly out and the head all but burst, its scarlet color almost irridescent.
Dear Auntie lunged forward and started madly to thrust against the handle, wiggling her ass in an excessive seizure of lust.
"Yes...." he yelled. "Go on."
His large hand rammed hard and faster, forcing the handle well past the tearing point. Aunt Charlotte screamed with pain and joy for she could now hardly speak, yet knew that if she didn't, she would never spill the discharge that was flooding her cunt.
"He ... moved ... over ... me...." she panted, between shoves. "And ... when ... he...." She couldn't. Her eyes bugged, her belly quivered and her limbs started to vibrate uncontrollably. She looked seized in a fit of convulsions.
Uncle George withdrew the handle and shot a deluge of sperm directly into her clit, then leaned back on his haunches, watching as the river streamed down her cunt and into the crack between her buttocks.
I clasped my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound of my 'coming', for I, in truth, had been greatly excited by what I had just seen.
"Please, George...." Auntie panted. "Please," she begged, leaping on top of him, making them tumble to the floor in a mass of legs and arms.
"Not until you finish the story," he laughed, covering his organ so she might not straddle it.
It dawned on me that my sweet auntie had not completed her story, nor climaxed, for now the juices flowed unmercifully down her leg and onto my uncle's, which made the fine hair glisten most exquisitely in the soft light.
"He came to me and lowered his head to my slit, which was swollen and raw from Peggy's chewing," she started, rapidly connecting the words, making them quite meaningless.
"Then he lowered his tender mouth and began submerging it between the folds of flesh that cried for his touch."
"More feeling, darling woman," my uncle said, jerking her up and over his knees, making her rump protrude magnificently. Then raising his hand, he commenced to give Auntie a spanking.
"How ... will I ... ever...." she stuttered, attempting to slip her fingers to her clitoris, but was caught by my uncle and slapped unmercifully.
It was near impossible watching her in that position, for her well hanging boobs strained and stirred with each blow. My mouth started to water and I felt very much like an experiment in control, not very successfully being controlled, for I wandered to my chest and pinched my nipples to hardness, imagining them to be hers. I would die to swoon away a load of cream within the walls of her posterior, which was scarlet with heat, brilliant in color from the spanking.
"He commenced to pull and suck my erect button, sending me into spiralling sensations that engulfed my groin and lifted me from the pillows which supported my buttocks and quite...."
Catching him off guard, Auntie grabbed his prick and jerked violently, upsetting them both. Like an octopus, her arms coiled about him, holding him securely, and down she sat, directly upon the slippery eel, caught securely in her trap.
Shivers of excitement raced my blood as I watched him buck and bounce in an effort to unseat her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped the hair on his chest. Then, as if wearing a pair of spurs, kicked his buttocks, forcing him to greater gymnastics.
I clutched my organ, listened to the tempo and came in on just the beat. Thusly the three of us rode home to a victorious spasm.
When they had finished their lustful play, they laughed and giggled like two school children. Uncle George rose first, then helped Aunt Charlotte to her feet as, together, they walked arm and arm to where I was hiding.
Cautiously, I opened the door and raced the flight of steps, ducking in the bedroom as I heard them reach the staircase below.
Panting and quite exhausted, I blindly searched my bed and found it filled with Beatrice.
"Dear cousin, where have you been?" she asked, startled awake. "And good lord, what time is it?"
"I have no answer to either of your questions, but have one of my own. What are you doing in my bed?"
"You were right," she softly said.
"About what?"
"About my wanting to be by your side ... wanting you to be my lover."
"Dear woman, this is not the time to discuss philosophy."
"But it is. Your family will be arriving tomorrow and then we shall have missed the chance of mutual embracing."
Of course, her remarks both touched and disturbed me, for the night had been an exhausting one and I wasn't certain if my rod would be able to undertake a new awakening.
Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I crawled in beside her, wrapped her snugly within my arms and kissed her affectionately.
"Do you really want to marry me?" she suddenly asked, which indeed, startled me awake.
"Yes," I answered, flatly.
"Why?"
"Because I like the sway of your back, the spray of your hips, the smallness of your waist and the thick locks of hair that hug your Venus mound."
"There you go again."
"I like the way your thick black hair hangs loosely down your back, the arch of your eyebrow and the vivid electric color of your eyes."
"Benton...."
"The turn of your nose, the fairness of your complexion, the fullness of your lips, the brightness of your smile...."
"Benton...."
"The plumpness of your thighs, the way they support your round buttocks, the slender lines of your calves, the tininess of your feet and ankles ... "
"Benton...."
"The taper of your fingers, the length of your hands, the ripe, large succulent flesh that forms your tits ... "
"Benton...."
"The protrusion of your rose colored clit, the fair pinkness of your slit, the poutiness of your lips, the darker ruby of your...."
"Benton," she said loudly, putting a halt to my adulation. "But what of my spiritual qualities. You are truly only interested in the flesh. I'm angry for having thought you were capable of deeper, more profound feelings."
"But I am and you have not heard."
"I don't understand you."
"The carriage of a woman tells of her spirit, the soul of her heart rides high on her bosom, the depth of her devotion can be felt within her womb ... you have not listened, my sweet cousin, for I see but you do not hear."
"But what of love?"
"What is love, dear cousin, but the enjoyment of pleasure beyond words, beyond measure."
"Could you ever be faithful?" she asked, after a long and silent pause.
"To what? Myself? I fancy ... yes. To one? Of course. To none? Most assuredly. But to all? Never."
"You make little sense, dear Benton."
"I am human and therefore I make no sense and much nonsense. I have time enough to make sense when I die. Then I shall follow the predictable course, but until that time, I shall never follow a simulated life plan, for I am real. I cry and laugh, hate and love, fall and rise. What's in between doesn't matter."
"So you will be unfaithful."
"A bouquet of flowers is beautiful, but the differing smells can offend the nostrils. A bowl of fruit is very appealing, but a fruit cocktail can be dull to the taste. Yes, my love, I shall be unfaithful, but only after you, and then, only one at a time."
"Dear Benton, you are a strange young man."
"Dear Beatrice, I'm hearing colors and you are feeling grey, but it does not matter, lean back in my arms and together, we'll achieve sexual ecstasy ... I guarantee."
Sweet Beatrice curled about, raised to an elbow and placed her gentle lips to my forehead, pursed them tenderly and kissed my brow. I leaned forward and nibbled the slender lines of her neck, leaving a most attractive hicky along the outer ridge.
Continuing our embracing, we covered each other with kisses and caresses, muttering soft terms of endearment as we fondled and wandered over our charms.
Beatrice had a marvelous way of passing her fingers over my prick, which at once raised him to his fullest vigor. It was the most superb way of manipulating my cock I ever experienced. She seemed barely to touch it, but drew her fingers along its length, from head to toe, with a delicacy of touch unequaled by any other. The effect was magical and although I had spent several times earlier, I was stiff ready for a new adventure.
Beatrice sucked and chewed at my nipples, slid her tongue to my navel and, after the glorious caressing of my prick, took the greatly excited member into her mouth applying tremendous skill. As she greedily worked my tool to terrific size as I fingered her slit, rolling the wonderfully erect button to twice its size.
Capturing one of her hands, I seized it and inserted one of her fingers in my bottom and started it to frigging me. I stretched and grunted, showing her how much this double treatment pleased me.
She grabbed my hands and tugged, indicating I do the same, which of course I did, but first inserted three fingers into her well soaked cunt, then a thumb in her bun-hole as I worked her clit with my other hand. She greatly increased the ferocity of her attack, for this triple working excited her excessively. The rapturous crises came at last and laid us to humping and thrusting in soul-killing ecstasies.
We each retained the sweet objects of our caressing and worked them until our forms convulsed and twitched in splendid release, pouring the nectar of our passion down in a torrent of lust.
We lay for some time in the afterglow of enjoyment, languishing sweetly. Then Beatrice raised up and moved over my still vigorous rod and settled her bottom over it, like a hen about to hatch her eggs. Her movements became exciting and stimulating as she slid up and down, delighting my prick, stimulating it to large proportions by the internal pressure of her luxurious sheath. Once more we commenced to lustful spending and sank into a death-like swoon of satiated pleasure.
After gaining control of our senses, I changed positions with Beatrice, never, of course, dislodging my member, and found her comfortably soft to lay upon. Naturally the maneuvering and squirming about had once more set off a throbbing of our organs and as soon as her belly quivered beneath mine, I commenced to pump her handsomely.
She heaved her bottom up and down and murmured, "Benton ... my love, faster, darling ,.. please ... deeper...."
She clasped me with a hug that was bear-like in strength and 'came' with a scream of agonized delight, pouring down a perfect pool of secretion all over my thighs.
"Beatrice, my love," I ranted, continuing to bang vigorously within her convulsing walls, straining to accommodate the lustful thrusting.
"Once more," I encouraged, forcing her to return the pleasure my hammering was giving. She spontaneously wiggled and churned her bottom, thus driving us to an insensible conclusion as again we soaked our organs in a deluge of satisfaction.
"Benton," my lovely young bride, to be, finally said, "Will you allow me to move and withdraw you from your new home?"
"Of course, my darling," I smiled, unstopping her and letting her retreat to the bathroom so she might rinse the sperm from her womb.
Deliciously exhausted, I rolled to my stomach, stretched and commenced to fall asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The mid-afternoon brought the glorious reunion between our brother and sisters. Franklin was in a state of extreme heat as he rushed to greet Robert and I to engulf Lottie and Beth.
"You look dreadful," our mother said, addressing me when we were alone, walking the beach.
"It's the sea air. I've been unable to sleep," I confessed.
"Is that all?"
"No, dear Mother, it is not. I have asked dear sweet cousin Beatrice to marry me."
"Benton, my boy, but you are much too young for such an undertaking," she said, caressing my head.
"Not for now ... but for a later time," I explained, thrilling to the warmth of her touch.
"I've missed you, my son," she said, pausing and looking directly into my eyes.
"And I've longed for you, my dear Mother," I said, near tears, for having her beside me brought an incredible wave of sentimentality to gush over my spirit.
"You are looking marvelously well," I continued, guiding her to a stretch of beach, hidden beyond a clump of rocks, so we might reacquaint ourselves.
Once we had reached our destination, my mother threw her arms about me and I trembled from joy, feeling the great heaving of her breasts crush against my chest.
"You tremble, my son," she whispered in my ear.
"I shake because I have missed your arms so much, dear Mother."
She drew us to the sand and pulled me over her, raising her bottom to rub her Venus mound into my groin.
"Dear Mother," I swooned, pushing my erection against her crotch. "You feel so wonderful," I ranted, molding her breasts in my fingers.
"Dear boy, what makes you so hungry," she coyly asked.
"Your sweet round curves," I grunted, feeling as if the shaking of my body would rattle us apart.
"Then come, my love, and we shall give you your way," she whispered, slipping her hands to my fly and unzipping my pants as I quickly started to unfasten her buttons, for my mouth dripped saliva as I anticipated the taste of her nipple. Once her dress had been laid open and my pants lowered about my ankles, we commenced an intensive search and seizure. Mother kneaded and pulled my balls as I writhed and twisted in agonized delight, licking and sucking her enormous tits.
"My God," I moaned, "I shall die," feeling the raging fires of passion consume me as my fingers dipped into her moist cunt and sloshed about the wet halls.
She fastened her mouth around my ear and darted her tongue about in a violently thrusting which sent me into a state of vibration. Unable to control myself any longer, I shot a premature load directly into her hands. Dear Mother laughed softly as she felt the hot liquid trickle between her fingers.
"You have indeed missed your sweet mother," she cooed, taking me by the shoulders and forcing my body down over her stomach to where my chin rested upon her pubic region.
"Now, show me the pleasure you have just received," she moaned, raising her bottom high and guiding my head between her upright thighs and bent knees.
I had indeed missed my sweet mother's slit for, in truth, it was the most beautiful I had ever seen.
Eagerly, I lowered my mouth to her clit, slowly rolled my tongue about the hard flesh and sucked it to full peakness.
"Your fingers, darling," she groaned, heaving her bottom up and down.
Immediately I slipped into a drenched hall and commenced to frig her, only now, I added another finger to her bun-hole which startled and pleased her immensely. Deliciously, I sucked, fucked and lusted. The more violent the thrusting, the more hysterically she squirmed and wiggled in frenzied passion until she screamed and banged heavily down upon my working flesh.
"Dear boy ... dear boy...." she ranted, rocking back and forth, clutching my digits and head within her thighs...."dear boy ... you are truly superb.. "
I continued to chew and thrust, for my mother was beside herself in passion and I hoped to prolong her glorious state for the length of pleasure she could endure. Once more she churned and twisted, puffing her belly full out and flailed her arms about the sand in uncontrollable spasms of orgasm.
"Dear son...." she panted, shuddering in the aftermath of her quake. "The sea air has done you a world of good."
"Yes, Mother," I readily agreed, sliding over her palpitating body and easing my throbbing tool inside her cunt.
"Dear boy, you are swollen so large. Have you grown since last you visited this nesting place?"
"I don't know, dear Mother," I panted, for the internal pressure of her cunt contracting about my prick set me off into a delicious and abrupt 'come'. I jerked forward and spilled sweetly within her womb.
"Now that you are seated, shall we commence to ride a bit?" she suggested, lifting her hips high and taking me into the air with her.
"But of course," I grinned, rhythmically starting to jab beneath the sweet cervix that jutted gently out, inviting the entrance to her womb. The juices did once more start to flood our organs as we lunged in formidable bliss, stirring and mixing the sea of our passions to its utmost heights of endurance. And, together, we achieved an incredibly long and draining orgasm, causing us to dissolve into panting and exhausted animals.
"Shall we take a dip, refresh our bodies and rejoin the others?" Mother said, leaning on one elbow and cupping my head in her hand.
"Yes, I think that is a fine idea," I agreed, easing my tool out as gently as possible, but still making her wince with pain.
"Dear Mother, forgive me."
"Don't be such a foolish boy," she scolded. "The largeness of your instrument when limp is a wonderful source of pride. Act noble, for you are indeed endowed with a royal prick."
We cooled our bodies in the ocean water, dressed and returned to find everyone had left, leaving the house quite empty.
"I think I shall rest," my mother announced, climbing the stairs, with me following closely behind and showing her to her room, which was just beyond ours.
"If you would like anything, please let me know," I said, kissing her on the forehead and closing the door behind me.
Retracing my steps, I walked quietly into my room and lazily hopped on my bed. Stretching handsomely, I crossed my arms and placed my hands beneath my head, proceeding to fall soundly asleep.
The giggling of female noise awakened me. I sat up abruptly and cocked my head to the side, hoping to find the origin of the soft laughter.
"It looks so funny," Beatrice was saying.
"But it feels marvelously delicious," Beth announced.
Slipping from the bed, I eased my way to the screen and peeked over. There stood Beth and Beatrice, both strapped soundly, with dildo jutting handsomely from their slits.
"I've never done this," Beatrice confided, shyly.
"Nor had I until this trip," Beth hastily said, hoping to ease the obviously nervous girl.
Beth led the way to the bed. Beatrice moved hesitatingly after her but once their knees touched the blanket, she lunged and toppled over Beth, sending them squarely onto the bed, with Beatrice on top.
"My, you are very anxious, dear cousin," Beth giggled.
"I know. I have always wanted to stick one of these things into a woman," she whispered.
"Then you shall," Beth stated, spreading her legs wide, affording me an excellent view of her glistening pussy, which most naturally made my prick throb with excitement.
Had it been any two others, I probably would have burst into the room and joined the scene, but the thought of disturbing the new adventure made me stop my desires. Instead, I contentedly flogged my prick as Beatrice and Beth inserted the object.
First, Beth guided Beatrice's into her gaping slit. Spreading her lips with her fingertips, she caught the long thickness and inserted the head, then commanded Beatrice to push forward, which she did, burying the instrument to where their pelvises meshed.
"Now pull back a little," my sweet sister commanded, "so I might slip my object beneath yours and catch your charming cunty."
Beatrice withdrew to where the tip vicariously lulled about the entrance, then taking Beth's, directed it to her hole.
"Are you ready?" Beth asked.
Beatrice nodded.
Together they thrust forward, simultaneously burying their tools.
"Dear lord," Beatrice murmured, "but it feels so good."
"Yes, it does," Beth agreed, now starting a tempo of short jabs, then long thrusts until the two of them moved like well oiled machinery.
It was sheer ecstasy to witness their scene. They moved with the delicate insinuation of femininity, taking their time, stretching each sensation to its utmost.
Now, as the height of their passions built, they turned from pussy to tiger and started to claw and bite the flesh of the other until their bodies commenced to quiver, their breasts stood point to point and their bellies shook with impending crisis. They locked tightly in a vise-like embrace and rocked violently in throes of orgasm.
I joined their finale by spilling a load down my pants, which brought me abruptly to my senses and the girls to the knowledge of my presence.
"Dear sir," Beatrice snapped, her face flushed and her body still quivering.
"Dear brother, why did you not announce your arrival?" Beth asked sweetly.
I moved to where they were locked and placed my palms over Beth's buttocks. "I had no idea you were interested in a third member," I smiled.
"Of course we are, dear brother," Beth quickly said, before Beatrice had a chance to offer any discouragement.
Stepping forward, I spread Beatrice's cheeks apart and snuck my fingers over the lodged object, then fingered her clit, making her forget her objections.
Beth raised higher so I was able to play with her sweet button too. It was perfection to rub their wet buttons and feel the thick object sink in and out of their cunts. Having started them on their journey, I quickly retreated to the rear end and inserted my finger up Beatrice's working behind. She groaned slightly, but Beth increased her hold and hastened the tempo of their fucking, therefore carrying Beatrice into a state of oblivious passion.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I counted to five and dove my prick deep in the small seat of her ass, which made her cry out in pain.
"Don't stop now," Beth screamed, feeling Beatrice's body go suddenly limp. She raised her heaving bottom high and carried the three of us into the air, then pushed her fingers quickly to Beatrice's clit and started frigging it like mad, for poor Beth was panting and desperately near orgasm. Her quick actions must have done the trick, for Beatrice once more started humping, carrying me along with them. Easing in and out, I caught the rhythm of their tempo and together we three enjoyed an excellent time of fucking, particularly dear cousin Beatrice, for her ass now wiggled and squirmed in abandoned delight. Tbis action increased Beth's pleasure and gave me an indescribable orgasm.
When the three of us finally quivered to a gentle pulsing, Beth begged for me to withdraw, for the weight of our bodies was proving too much for her to bear.
Spreading Beatrice's cheeks wide, I unplugged, but before moving away, lowered my head and licked the pooking hole that twitched in perfect rapture.
"If you will allow me to disentangle myself, you shall have all the secretion you can swallow," Beth snapped, annoyed with my slow departure.
"Yes, dear sister," I apologized, "I just could help but taste the seat of my pleasure."
"You are a superb animal," Beatrice laughed, withdrawing the dildo and standing beside me now.
"Shall we compare," I grinned, glancing down at her outstretched replica.
"If you like," she said, taking hold of mine and rolling it between her palms, making it at once stand in alertness.
"Now move closer so we may compare the size," she suggested holding hers outright and placing it next to mine.
"Heavens, it's a good inch and a half longer," I exclaimed, thinking how wonderful it might feel within my anal passage.
"Shall we play 'Bury the stick'?" Beth said, joining us, displaying an excellent looking rod.
"That would be a wonderful idea, dear sister. But first, let me see which of you two sweet dears has the longest handle."
I stood them side by side and examined their instruments carefully. Although Beth's was slightly longer, about an eighth of an inch, Beatrice's was thicker and had a handsomely large knob.
I decided it would be Beatrice I should have frig me.
The three of us climbed upon the bed. Beth made me wait as she unstrapped her harness and handed me the dildo.
"Dear brother," she said, "would you mind terribly if I asked you to insert this in my cunty while you work from behind?"
"The joy it would bring me would make me happy," I said, taking the thick rubber tool and clutching it firmly within my fingers.
"May I taste your delicious slit?" I asked.
"But what of me?" Beatrice said. "If I am without a stick, how shall I gain my instrument of pleasure?"
"Never you mind, dear Beatrice, you shall take mine and I will leave my ass closed," Beth quickly inserted, wanting to start our game.
Clutching Beth to my chest, I crushed down upon her and kissed her mouth with such fervor she winced in pain.
"Dear brother, you are filled with lust," she said, smiling kindly on my demanding touch.
Beatrice moved behind and fondled my balls, pulling, squeezing and flicking them with her fingertips. Then softly, the sensation changed and the velvet smooth thrill of her tongue licked the firm flesh, sending my prick into dancing heat.
Again I embraced dear Beth and sucked at her tongue, taking it full into my mouth, making her gasp and hump in rising excitement. She reached for my buttocks, spread them wide, making a much easier access for Beatrice, who was now inserting the head of her wonderful instrument.
"Please, dear Benton, don't dally with your own rising. Let me have a fairly load," Beth implored.
Naturally I wanted to please my sweet sister, who undulated her lovely form beneath mine and immediately cupped her sweet ass, threw her legs up and back, raised her and lowered my steaming hard-on into her sweet molten pot of lava.
Beatrice took advantage of our jostling for position and at my most relaxed moment, rammed the rubber hose well into my rectum, making her soft round belly ride sweet my rump.
Together, we set up a terrific tempo, thrusting in and out in perfect harmony. I felt Beth and Beatrice both begin to search their clits, Beth's hands in front and Beatrice's scurrying frantically near my lower back. This added movement sent new and added dimension to our humping.
In agonizing drives of powerfully seated passion, we hammered and banged at each other until, in unison, we moaned and grunted our happy ending.
The trickle of 'come' that slid down my back and inched its way between my crack sent new and short explosions to my body. I frantically started to bang away at Beth, who had not expected the new assault, but met the challenge with an attack of her own, bringing us both to a delicious and copious spend.
Drained and happily exhausted, we disentangled ourselves in a most awkward manner, with Beatrice removing her projectile first, and me having to excite Beth's clit once more to oil the walls so I might free myself.
"Dear brother, I don't know if I shall be able to walk," Beth announced, raising to her feet and hobbling toward the hall.
"Perhaps a quick wash will soothe your precious bottom," I suggested.
"I don't know. I fear it is the weight of our leaden forms upon the dear sweet child's thighs," Beatrice volunteered.
"You are probably correct. But what a wonderful way to spend an afternoon," I laughed, lightly tapping dear cousin on her glorious fanny.
"You are sweet, Benton, but strange," Beatrice said, shaking her head, not certain she understood my feelings.
"And you, sweet woman, have the most glorious tool I have ever had placed in my bottom hole," I teased, stroking the phallus that had remained strapped about her during this brief conversation.
"Dear heaven, I forgot the object was still on," she laughed, blushing fully, giving a superb glow to her already brightly lit face.
"Dear, Benton, will you help me, for I can't seem to loosen this buckle," she asked, tugging the leather hook.
"I shall leave you two to dally while I dilly some water within my salley," Beth laughed, limping to the bathroom.
"Come here, sweet cousin, and I will rid you of your excellent equipment."
She moved to me and stood before me, arching her back so I might see better, since her enormously fine breasts cast shadows over my working area. I know I shouldn't have but the sweet brown halo and pointed nipple tempted my whistle and I grabbed one between my lips and sucked the sweet thing blue.
"What shall we do, sweet Beatrice. I cannot remove your harness. You are fixed for life with an extraordinary prick," I grinned, stepping back to once more delight in its size.
"It is truly marvelously carved," I announced, moving closer to handle its finely ridged shaft.
"Dear cousin Benton. I shall gladly give it to you if only you can rid me of its bulk."
"Then let me try, one more ply, and if I'm lucky, then you shall be free for sucky...." This bit of nonsense tickled me so much that I doubled over and started to laugh, which made my cousin very angry, for it was getting late and her predicament was one she wished not to share with the others.
"All right. I shall not rhyme, but work my hands to free you from your plight."
This was, of course, accomplished immediately, making Beatrice the wiser, for now she knew that I had feigned my inability to free her.
"But why do you trick me so?" she, in bewilderment, asked.
"Because the sight of your titillating breasts, your throbbing gash and enormous tool makes me think you are the most complete creature ever created."
"Get dressed, you naughty boy. The others are sure to arrive."
"You are right, sweet cousin," I agreed, walking across the hall and banging on the door, hoping to get Beth from the toilet.
"What is your urgent message?" she asked, opening the door.
"Just this," I laughed, walking to the toilet and letting go with an excellent leak.
"And how is your pussy?" I asked, shaking the last drop from the tip.
"It hasn't felt better," she laughed, grabbing my rod and shaking it violently, making me jerk away from her.
"You can't still be hungry?"
"I can, but I'll wait for you and I shall share the same bed."
"When did you hear this?" I asked, half pleased, but worried about dear Beatrice and what she would say.
"Mother made the sleeping arrangements. Lottie is to stay with her and Franklin and Robert are to share a bed."
"Wonderful, dear sister, then we shall talk, but now I must shower and free myself of this heat that rises within in anticipation of your warmth.
"By the way, dear sister, where did you get the contraptions?"
"They were a gift from Mother."
"How thoughtful," I said, turning the shower on full blast and drowning out her reply.
Dinner was a grand affair, for it was the first time in a week that we six had shared the same table and the charming company of our aunt and uncle and sweet Beatrice added immeasurably to the joviality of the reunion.
"Dear Uncle George," Lottie began, "Mother tells me you have wonderful slides of Europe.
Will you not share these with us this evening?"
"I should love to, sweet Lottie, but unfortunately, my slide projector is at a very fine friend's home and he is away for several weeks," Uncle George responded.
"Mother, what was the city like, this time of year?" Franklin suddenly asked.
"Not at all pleasant. The weather is humid, the streets terribly crowded and the noise almost unbearable."
"How is Father?" I asked.
"He is fine," Beth volunteered, giving me a sly wink.
"And is he very busy this time of the year?" my uncle asked.
"Not usually, but for some unexplainable reason, he has been busy every month this year," our mother said, passing a knowing look to my Aunt Charlotte.
"Dear sister, it is good to have you and the children under our roof," uncle once more said, raising his glass of wine to propose a toast. "To our gentle family ... may it remain as close as it is."
We all raised our glasses and sipped, for Uncle George believed that red wine was excellent for digestion and circulation and had insisted we children all get a glass, or at least half of one.
Dinner concluded on a note of homemade peach ice cream and promised sleep, for we were all exhausted and decided to retire earlier than usual.
Mother, Uncle George and Aunt Charlotte retired to the dining room for some after dinner digesting and conversation as we children decided to stroll the beach front for some light conversation.
I walked between Robert and Lottie with Franklin, Beth and Beatrice following close behind.
"Did you enjoy your visit?" Lottie suddenly asked.
"I am enjoying my visit," I corrected. "But I did miss you all very much."
"Yes, we missed you very much, Benton," Robert said, squeezing my hand.
"I think we should tell him," Lottie finally said.
"Tell me what, dear sister."
"I fear Mother and Father are having some difficulty," Robert finally said.
"Oh no," I exclaimed, genuinely shocked.
"Yes, I fear Father is involved in some strange affair," Lottie said.
"But surely this shouldn't matter. After all, he has been a man of the world for a long time," I suggested. "I mean ... after all, a man must stretch his legs occasionally."
"I don't think that's the problem, dear brother. You see, I think he is serious."
"Impossible," I flatly stated.
"Not quite. Franklin and I were here."
"I didn't mean it like that," Robert said, defensively. "What I meant to say was that he suggested that he might be away for more than his usual summer time."
"Has Mother said anything to you?"
"No, she has remained most peculiarly silent."
"Yes, that's the way Mother would be," I said, nodding my head, agreeing with her philosophy of muteness.
"I shall miss his presence very much," I suddenly added.
"Yes, so shall I," Lottie sighed.
"Has it been decided?"
"Nothing definite, but we all, we three, feel certain it may be. Unless Father gets his way," Robert hedged.
"His way?"
"Yes, he has, in fact, Benton, taken a fancy to his tailor."
"His what?" I said, not quite believing my ears.
"He has gone beyond the normal attachment for his clothier and quite frankly, Mother is irritated by this sudden lustful craving," Lottie said.
"But why?"
"Because, she herself is being neglected."
"Oh."
"And he is spending large sums of money on this gentleman."
"And Mother feels he should be more discreet with his behavior, for in truth, he openly embraces him on the street," Lottie sighed, heaving her young breasts.
"This is indeed a strange situation. Poor Mother, we spoke this afternoon but she gave me not hint of what was happening. I suppose she wanted to spare me the difficult telling."
Our walk concluded on that note.
Depressed and very tired, we all returned to the house, made the rounds of kissing foreheads and bid our aunt and uncle a good sleep, and sweet dreams to our dear mother.
"Benton?" Beth said, when we were finally snuggling close in bed. "Is it true you want to marry Beatrice?"
"Yes."
"Oh," she said, disappointedly. "Why do you ask?"
"She told me you did and I called her a liar."
"How unkind of you, dear sister," I chaffed.
"But how can you want to marry her when it is me that you truly love?"
"I shall always, love you, dear Beth, but I shall marry Beatrice."
"How can you marry someone you don't love?"
"But I do love our cousin and she is something quite separate and apart from the love I feel for you."
"Will you always let me feel your organ?"
"But of course, dear sister. What indeed does that have to do with my marrying Beatrice?"
"But you shall be living with her."
"And you shall visit ... and when you do, I shall share your bed."
"She may not allow it."
"She will allow anything I want, for I shall be the master of my home and you shall live with us if you wish."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, dear sister ... I promise."
(Again, dear reader, I interject, for I have kept my journal within the time of summer and my thirteen years. For your enlightenment, my sweet sister Beth did indeed live with my wife, Beatrice and myself for a number of years, until she met a dear charming woman and decided to choose her home as a residence. She and I continued our close affection for each other until her untimely death, when she was struck down in an automobile accident, which also took the life of her close companion.)
Dear Beth, so much taken with my promise, hugged me tightly and begged me to explore the curves and gestures of her sweet young flesh, which I did indeed immediately commence to do, for the luxury of her body beneath mine sent me into tremors of excitement.
Taking her mouth gently to mine, I sought a long and demanding kiss that caused our bodies to writhe and push against each other in hungry lust. Slipping from her mouth, I ran my tongue along the smoothness of her neck, over her shoulders and nibbled the crook of her elbow. She arched and twisted in anticipation, pulling my head across her shoulders and onto her breasts.
Anxiously, I lowered my mouth to her nipple and pulled the tip between my lips, circling the haloed flesh, making the tip stick sharply against my tongue. Opening wider, in an effort to consume the total deliciousness, I sucked and pressed, forcing the large overripe mound flat to her chest. I was superb and caused her belly to quiver beneath my chest.
Kneading the quivering jelly-like softness, I traversed its roundness and bit into the hairy bush that V'd to her thighs.
"Darling, Benton," she heaved, attempting to pull my mouth directly over her slit.
I pushed her hands away and lazily lingered about the sides of her slit, licking lightly the puffed flesh where the sparsely haired roundness tickled my nose.
"Dear brother," she squirmed, obviously nearing her wits end. "Please."
Not to cause her any more suffering, I consented to lowering my mouth over the splendidly erect clit and rolled my tongue about the strongly swelling button. Dear Beth stretched and trembled as I made little sucking motions with my mouth.
Feeling the contraction of her vaginal passage against my chin sent me into a hysterical state of delirium. I started to chew on her, unmercifully, until I thought she would lose her mind. Her belly puffed to enormous proportions, her head rolled back and she groaned so loudly I had to beg her be silent by abruptly halting her obviously lengthy conclusion.
"Dear brother," she whimpered. "You cut short the most delicious spending."
"I'm sorry, sweet girl, but you were about to awaken everyone and then our party would be over much sooner than wanted."
"Never mind, dear Benton. Come quickly within me, please," she urged, reaching between us and burying my rod to the hilt. She did not wait for me to get into position, for her walls still throbbed and she was anxious to spend once more.
Immediately, upon contact, she sucked me deep and worked her inner muscles, causing me to join her on a quick and luxurious 'come'.
"You are ever so hungry," I stated.
"Yes, in truth, the more you have, the more you need, I fear," she whispered.
"Have you had a lot, as of late?" I asked.
"For sure."
"Tell me, dear sister. Tell me all."
Remaining in our position, Beth raised high, sank me deep below her cervix to find sleep and started to tell me of her adventures away.
"As you most probably know, or at least surmise, Robert and I have exchanged embraces with Lottie and Mother, adding dear Father. These embraces were indeed most lustful and happy, for they brought about a warm and close union between us all. We were, of course, saddened by the fact that you and Franklin were not with us, but Mother promised as soon as we returned home, the situation would be rectified and all of us would once more join in."
"It all started one rainy afternoon when Lottie and I were left alone in the apartment. We were bored, tired from knitting and playing checkers and had searched the rooms for new divergence when Lottie suggested we act as if we were at the summer house. This I readily agreed to, for it had been three days since I had been fully unclothed and the prison of garments was not only stifling my thinking but had made me sluggish and moody. Hastily, we both undressed and soon commenced to our habit of fondling one another, only now, we carried our curiosity past the point of merely touching, for we had been schooled in the conclusion, obtaining gratification.
"I reclined on the floor as Lottie spread her slender form over mine. She proceeded to lower her bottom over my face and I in turn, raised high and greeted her arrival with an open mouth, holding her rump securely in my hands, so as not to have her smother my face completely.
"She arched and twisted in sensational bliss and I could feel the excitement that traveled my body being translated into secretions that dripped my walls and trickled between my thighs.
"Her breasts looked superbly large and tilted upright, peaked and straining to their utmost as she received the pleasure my fast lapping tongue was delivering to her bottom. Now she began to hump and squirm above, making holding her a very difficult task, for although she is slender, the velocity of her vibrations kept throwing me off balance and I feared I would lose my touch just at the moment of crisis. She must have sensed this, for she stopped her wiggling, contracted heartily two or three times and plunged her bottom down heavily onto my mouth. I lifted her bottom, attempting to get my breath, but was met with another forcing bottom dropping and finally a series of spastic tremors that told me she had spent herself in a most admirable fashion.
"Fortunately Lottie knew that I too was in dreadful pain, for she turned to her stomach, crawled over my form and dipped her hands into my cunt, which gushed as soon as her digits made contact with the walls.
"We were interrupted by the entrance of Father who sweetly asked if we minded his joining our party. Of course we bade him to join in, which he did, posthaste, and now the three of us playfully fondled our private parts. Our father is built most deliciously, you know. He is long and slender, rarely thick, with a superb knob that he can twitch at will, which feels incredibly good when buried deep inside.
"Lottie decided it would be best if I first had intercourse with him, for she had spent quite handsomely on our first go-round and, as I mentioned, mine was piddly.
"I eagerly accepted her considerate offer and sat upon dear Father's tool which was shining brightly from having been up and down Lottie's slit. I pinched his nipples as he sucked at mine and together, we tongued and humped to a merry climax.
"Mother was the next to join our party and she indeed did add to the sport, for she possesses an exquisite bottom and all of us were lusting after it. It was, however, Father's wish and he of course received his dish.
"Now, Mother hooked up with Father and Lottie did suck away at me as I fingered her sweetly. We were contendly involved when dear Robert arrived and added successfully to the show, for he added another hose.
"Robert joined Lottie and myself, becoming the meat for our sandwich as Father rose, leaving Mother aside to join the salami we had neatly tucked between us.
"Now, Mother slipped beneath us and secured Lottie's mouth between her lips and sucked. the dear girl's tongue almost from the roots as I lowered my head to nibble her clit and Robert did straddle Mother's large tits and Father did bury his rod to the hilt in Robert's sweet bottom upon Mother's tits.
"It was a most joyous time, dear brother, for like a spinning wheel, we turned and wove different patterns, making marvelous colors, shapes and forms.
"When each of us had spent at least a half a dozen times we dozed off in sleep and slumbered for hours. Then Mother awoke and made us some dinner, which, like savage beasts, we devoured and clawed.
"After our bait, we retired to the living room to digest our meal, but Robert and Father had other ideas. They rose from their chairs, stormed out of the room and never were heard from that night nor the morn. When we asked them where they had gone, they feigned a look of dumb and stood silently still, remaining quite mum. But it was not to avail, for we three girls had quite a ball, Mother had unpacked herself, two dildos and all.
"First, Mother strapped one on and instructed us in its use. Then Lottie did test the hefty new tool. We laughed and we giggled as around the room she did prance, acting like Father, a man with hot pants.
"Mother went for me and Lottie for her and again we played the circle, spinning about we did go ... 'come'."
Beth started to laugh as she imagined the scene. "It really was an interesting sight to see us strut about like roosters looking for a hen."
Now the telling of Beth's tale did start a new fire and instantly we started to perspire, for if you recall, I was locked in her hall and quickly the fire ignited.
The following morning, our mother came into our room and announced we were to be leaving that same afternoon. The suddenness of our departure both shocked and pleased us, for we were anxious to return to the familiarity of our summer home.
Busily we packed and readied ourselves for the trip. I attempted once or twice to get cousin Beatrice alone, but since Beth's arrival, she had been unwilling company. Finally, just moments before our departure, I managed a few words with her.
"Dear cousin, how sorry I am that I must leave your side, but remember, charming woman, you shall, in just a few years, be my life long companion."
She cocked her head to the side and gave me a questioning look.
"Please don't doubt my word, unless of course you do not wish to share my nuptial bed."
"But I do, dear cousin," she blurted out.
"Good. Then kiss me solemnly on the lips and promise to see the rainbow when the sun is out and I shall return for you, soon."
Not waiting for her to respond, I pulled her to me and took a long sweet kiss, crushed her breasts against my chest and ground my groin into her pelvis.
"Farewell, my Beatrice," I smiled, taking her hand and walking into the living room to rejoin the others.
Beth shot me a look that would kill but I held tightly to Beatrice's hand, for she was sweet and I did indeed want to call her my wife.
CHAPTER NINE
It was glorious to be home and to sleep soundly in my own bed. I had enjoyed aunt and uncle very much and had indeed fallen in love with cousin Beatrice, but the familiarity of home was most perfect and I was happy to awaken to the snarling voice of Mary, announcing breakfast was served.
As was our usual habit, we raced to the summer house and stripped bare, dove into our pool and swam across to the shore. There we lay on our backs and counted the leaves that hung and swayed sweetly above our heads.
"It's so good to be home," I said, stretching beneath the golden rays.
"Yes it is, dear Benton," Robert laughed, playfully running a branch across my stomach.
"Are you always so nervous?" Beth snapped, disliking his attentions.
"Not always ... just when I'm happy and free," he playfully laughed, running the branch over her boobs.
"If I catch that I'll strip it bare and switch you goodly," she announced, making a grab for the full leafed branch.
"I just might enjoy that," he quipped, once more tempting her to make a grab for it.
This time, she ignored his tease and pretended she didn't care. Turning her face from him, he immediately ran the bushy thing over her belly. She turned quickly and, like a cat, snapped the branch from him.
"Now we shall see," she laughed, standing tall, stripping the leaves, making it bare.
"Dear sister, I was only joking," he said, sitting up on his haunches. "Growl...." he suddenly said, pretending to be a tiger.
"Hiss...." Lottie announced, rolling over.
"Roar...." Franklin announced, feigning a claw.
"Grrr...." I agreed, attempting to attack her.
The four of us started circling around her, leaving her in the middle, defending herself with her whip.
"Stand where you are, animals," she commanded, catching on to the game. "Ahhhhhhh ... Ahhhhh." she spit. "Roll over, roll over, Simba," she said, flailing the stick over Lottie's head who indeed, followed her instructions, but not fast enough to miss the crack of her switch.
Robert tried to crowd her, but she turned quickly around and slashed him severely on the back side, which immediately brought a resounding stiffness to his prick.
"Get down, boy...." she yelled, poking the stick at Franklin, who now stalked and hissed. "Down boy," she said, bringing the stick across his chest. He grabbed his prick and started frantically jacking off.
"Grrrr," I teased, pawing the ground.
"Don't tempt me Big Boy," she whispered, narrowing her eyes.
Once more I pawed the grass and pretended to leap. Her eyes flashed as she struck me three or four times over the face, arms and shoulder, sending me wincing to a corner.
A giant roar came from Franklin as he once more tried to attack, but was stopped with a painful blow to the stomach.
Now Robert rose from his crouched position, stood tall and walked slowly toward her. She lowered her head blindly and slashed out, cutting him deeply, finally stopping his advance.
It was my turn to try. I lowered my head, braced myself and attempted a quick and bull-like rush, but was pushed back by the brutal stinging of the switch.
Lottie crouched low, almost slithering to Beth's feet, she made a surprise attack which sent Beth reeling. Immediately we all jumped on top of her. Robert submerged his prick in her mouth as Lottie savagely chewed her tits. Franklin spread her legs wide and crammed her cunt full as I attempted to sneak in the back door which was, after much lifting and turning, accomplished.
We writhed and twisted in a maze of legs and arms, tongues and bodies ... until, one after another, like a chain reaction, we flooded Beth with our drippings.
One by one, we excavated ourselves from Beth's body, leaving her to recover in the solitude of the shore.
After taking a brief dip, I returned to where she was lying.
"What's wrong, dear sister?" I asked, noticing she had been crying.
"Nothing, dear Franklin," she said, keeping her face turned away.
"Beth, this is Benton," I said, touching her shoulder.
She remained silent.
"Dear, Beth ... are you all right?"
"Please join the others, Robert."
"Beth, this is your dear brother, Benton," I said again, now becoming alarmed by her state of distance.
"You are not Benton. For my dear brother Benton never would have let the animals attack me," she flatly stated.
"Dear child, it was you who provoked the beasts."
"It was not I. It was the beasts themselves."
"That's true, dear sister. But if you don't know the rules of the jungle, then you shouldn't attempt to master the primates."
"I am no match for the savage."
"Very few are, least of all gentle creatures like yourself."
"I am very unhappy, Benton."
"But what ever about?"
"You ask that after this?"
"Yes."
"How can you? Or are you as thick skinned as the elephant you so admire?"
"I admire his trunk because it is long, curls up and has a definitely lewd flavor about it, which appeals to my infantile mind."
"Is that all?"
"I am fascinated with his size and his memory."
"And no doubt, his color, grey."
"Not all elephants are grey."
"What other colors do they come in?"
"Blue ... green ... orange ... red ... candy-striped ... pink...."
"I do believe Beatrice was right when she said you were mad."
"Only when I shouldn't be. Then I'm most perfectly mad for that is when I should least be."
"Benton, do you really love me?"
"More than you shall realize, dear sister."
"Then why did you let them do what they did?"
"It wasn't me that let them ... it was you, dear Beth, and that is what you refuse to see."
"I only know you could have stopped them."
"I could not, for then I would have had to stop myself and if I did that, I would not have been able to enjoy the snugness of your bumhole. Now be reasonable. Is it not selfish of you to ask me to forego that pleasure?"
"But surely you could have savored that treat later."
"But later wasn't then and, dear sister, I did want it then, as we all did."
"I don't understand your reasoning, if indeed you have any."
"I have none and it is because I have none that I like most what I want and want most that what I like."
"You confuse me with your double conversational elliptic astronomical ... '"
"Now, sweet Beth, you are catching on."
"Language is fun isn't it, Benton."
"Extraordinarily so, dear sister. Hurry, raise up and dress. I'll soothe your wounds as we walk and talk of fools and kings and children with wings."
Dear Beth recovered quickly from her experience and soon we five were once more frolicking about in our summer house.
"Benton, my love," Lottie said, one afternoon when the others had drifted away, leaving us two alone. "Do you recall our last encounter?"
"Yes, dear Lottie, I do. It was before we left for our visit."
"Yes, that is right," she nodded.
"And why do you ask?"
"I don't know. I suppose because I have a desire to repeat the afternoon."
"One can never exactly repeat what has happened before. In fact, it is usually best one doesn't try."
"But it would be great fun and besides, I do so tickle within my tummy."
"Then let us open you up and see if we can rid you of the playful fellow who tickles within," I laughed, pulling her slender frame to me.
"Will you let me play with your equipment?" she asked, once her young body was pressing tightly against me.
"But of course."
"You are a sweet brother. Franklin and Robert won't let us examine them. They're so anxious to bury their poles that they forget about the fish."
"They are young in the ways of the world, sweet Lottie," I smiled, trailing my hand over her subtile young form.
"Here, let me guide you to the seat of my pleasure," I said, taking her hand and placing it over the spongy tip of my prick. "Doesn't that feel good?" I asked, making it throb deliciously within her enclosed fist.
"Dear brother, it does feel marvelously good."
"Shall we undress and rid ourselves of these restrictive, garments?" I suggested.
My charming little sister started to remove her blouse and was about to unbutton her bra when I had the most incredible desire to screw her with it on.
"Would you mind terribly if I put your bra on?" I asked.
"Not at all, sweet Benton, if that's what you wish."
The narrowness of her back made fastening the elastic contraption difficult, but after much tugging and pulling, we managed to hook the back.
"Lottie, would you mind if I made a hole in the seat of your pants and wore them?"
"Of course not, sweet brother," she said, removing her panties and handing them to me. I quickly searched for something sharp enough to puncture a hole, found a rock on the grass and slit the crotch, then stepped into the silk undies, prying my prick through the slit.
I walked to the pool's edge, leaned over and admired my form. Pleased with my reflection, I returned to Lottie, who was waiting in a prone position upon the floor. Her slender thighs were apart and her rosy slit peeked out from behind sparsely haired lips.
"Oh, dear girl. You indeed are sweeter than I remember," I gasped, hungry to catch the trickle that slipped from her hole and was about to disappear between her full buttocks. Unable to catch the droplet with my tongue, I hastened to slip my finger to it and balanced the creamy clear droplet on the tip, managing to bring it to my lips and waiting tongue.
"Dear brother," Lottie exclaimed, "do you truly enjoy it that much?"
"Much more, for sweet is the nectar that flows from within," I mumbled, gorging my mouth full of her.
Lottie clamped her thighs tightly against my cheeks, holding my head in place as she reveled in the delicious lashing my tongue was actively engaged in. Her bare bottom wiggled and bumped against the floor as her tiny bun-hole twitched and nibbled at my finger that now sought entry.
Deciding to wait until after I had entertained her cunty, which was smarting sweetly, I exchanged positions and snuck into the slippery hot lava that bubbled and foamed. She truly enjoyed this added touch, for her gyrations greatly increased and her breathing became more insistent.
Slipping my thumb into her rectum and cramming the remaining digits into her pretty slit, I sucked and pulled her clit, making her twist in delirious shivers. Plunging in more violently and increasing the velocity of my tonguing action, she thrust upward and squealed, filling my mouth with a deluge of cream sauce.
I, at once, jumped, literally, on top of her and rammed my rod in to the utmost. I can't say for sure whether the added sensation of the silk pants rubbing against my flesh or the tightness of the hole around the root of my prick made me spend so profusely, but that was perhaps one of the best fucks I have ever had.
Dear Lottie seemed to be enjoying herself immeasurably, for she refused to allow me to dislodge my tool.
"Dear child, again?" I laughingly questioned.
"And again," she insisted, starting the internal pressure of her tunnel about my train. Needing little encouragement, I remained still and allowed her educated muscles to do all the work. Contract and relax they went, first slowly, then more quickly, until we two were brought to the splendid crisis and spent deliberately without the usual gyrations and slamming. Her walls squeezed the last drop of semen from my prick, quietly and most effectively.
When I had withdrawn and returned her bra and panties to her, she asked me how I enjoyed their use.
"Incredible, Lottie dear. Next time, you must try it. It adds immeasurably to the sexuality of the situation," I announced with confirmed authority.
"Benton, dear brother, would you mind terribly if I left and went to the house. I should like to wash your sperm from my womb before dinner time."
"Certainly not. You run along. I'll see you later, dear sister," I laughed, kissing her on the forehead.
Lottie ran from the house and I walked to the pool's edge, dove in and lazily swam across to the other side. Lifting myself from the water, I lazily stretched out and decided to nap.
The licking of a large wet tongue against my leg wakened me. I opened my eyes and was confronted with the most beautiful Irish setter, whose tongue was about to lick my cock. Not daring to move, for fear of frightening the stray creature away, I remained still and waited for his goodly sized tongue to roll about my prick. And when it did, it indeed was superb.
The roughness of his tongue on my organ was incredibly exciting. I stiffened the moment the sandpaper muscle caressed the knob, which fortunately, seemed to be his favorite spot.
Intently he licked and rolled his handsome muscle about, seemingly fascinated with the way my prick twitched and wiggled beneath his touch. Getting closer, he bared his teeth and looked as if he might be about to take a bite. I tensed and waited, but he changed his mind and resumed his lashing, driving me into shivering and quaking which concluded in a gigantic heaving of my bottom and an enormous unloading, which frightened the beautiful animal away.
Jumping to my feet, I attempted to see where the lovely beast was heading, but he had enough of a head start to disappear without a trace.
T wonder who owns him?' I silently mused, never having seen him before. 'And I wonder how in the world he got in here?' A high wall of shrubbery surrounded the two acres and heavy iron gates kept out the peddlers and drifters, but apparently not handsome young Irish setters, I laughed, quietly.
"Hey you," Beth called from across the pool. "You'd best get dressed. Mother wants to see you."
"Right away, dear girl," I shouted, diving in and swimming to where she stood.
"My God, Benton, what in the world has been chewing on your prick?" she exclaimed.
I looked down and indeed the knob was swollen and scarlet. "I don't know. I hope I didn't sun burn the little bugger too badly," I concluded, shrugging my shoulders.
"Well, get dressed and hurry. I think Mother wants to speak to you about Father. You know, he's bringing his friend home this weekend?"
"No, I didn't know."
"Well, kind sir, he is and Mother will probably be in a dreadful humor all weekend."
"Was this dear Father's condition?"
"Yes."
"And now we shall have the trial."
"So we shall."
I smiled, tucking my shirt in my pants and, taking her hand, we headed for the house.
CHAPTER TEN
Father arrived with his companion, a very tall, handsomely rugged looking gentleman, several years his junior.
Our mother had, the day before, instructed us that we were to be courteous and pleasant and in no way indicate our displeasure with this liaison.
"How do you do, sir. I'm Benton," I smiled, extending my hand.
"How do you do, Benton," he said, in a deep resonant voice.
"This is Mr. Steele," my father announced. "You've just met Benton. The young lad over there is Franklin and his twin brother is Robert.
My daughter Lottie and my other daughter ... Beth." Father paused a moment, then added. "I believe you've already met my wife."
"How do you do, Mrs. Hornay."
"How do you do, Mr. Steele," she said, stiffly. "Benton, will you kindly take Mr. Steele's luggage to his room?"
"Yes, ma'm," I said, lifting the pigskin bags that bore the initials J.R.
"I'll help you," Robert volunteered, picking up the large pullman piece.
"Thank you," I said, nodding my head for us to leave.
As we walked the steps, I heard Mother ask if they would enjoy a cocktail after their long trip.
"What do you think?" Robert asked, as we neared the landing.
"I think he brought a lot of clothes. These bags are dreadfully heavy."
"No ... I mean, what do you think of him?"
"I don't know yet. He seems like a very stiff sort of fellow if you ask me."
"Do you think he's handsome?" Robert blurted.
"He cuts a good figure of a man."
"That's what I thought."
"I would have expected something like that from Lottie or Franklin, but certainly not from you, Robert," I teased.
"And what is that supposed to mean, dear brother?"
"It means absolutely nothing, dear brother. Since when can't I tease you. Yes, I find him most attractive and if Father were not so deeply involved, I should find him even more so."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Variety is the spice of life," I laughed, good naturedly tossling his hair.
"Come on now, let's leave the others and take a swim," he said, offering that special twinkle about the mouth.
"Not now, sweet brother, for I am most interested in speaking with Mary."
"Mary?"
"Yes, I haven't spoken with her since my return, other than to say, good morning."
"Very well. But next time, it shall be you who will ask me to swim," he grinned.
"What's for dinner?" I asked, entering the kitchen.
"Since when do you worry about what is being served?" she snapped, definitely in a foul humor.
"Since I am going to eat it," I answered, just as nastily as possible.
"Pheasant with wild rice dressing," sh grunted.
"Oh, Father's favorite," I added.
"Yes, your father's favorite," she mimicked, understanding the meaning for my presence.
"Mary dear, I missed you terribly when I was away."
"Don't start your pretty words with me, Master Benton. I'm in no mood for your foolishness."
"What about this evening, dear Mary. You never did finish my lesson."
"I finished all right," she barked. "Good evening, sir, nice having you back," she smiled, addressing my father.
"Benton, what are you doing here?"
"I was wondering what was on the menu?"
"Since when is the kitchen your domain, sir? I think you'd best seek the company of your brothers and sisters."
"Yes sir," I snapped, angered by his sudden appearance.
"Benton?"
"Yes sir?"
"Would you kindly address me with more respect and less insolence?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I've got a splitting headache."
"Very well, son," he suddenly said, "I'm sorry too, for biting your head off. The trip was quite miserable and I too am very fatigued."
"I understand, Father," I said, quietly. "Thank you," he nodded, watching me leave the room.
I, of course, wanted very much to stay about and find out what he and Mary were discussing, but thought it best I not test his good nature any longer and walked out on the lawn to catch a breath of fresh air before dinner was to be served.
Walking the grounds, around the house, I stood outside the glass door leading into the living room and watched as Mother and Mr. Steele conversed.
He indeed was a handsome fellow. His face was squarely shaped, with large black eyes, straight nose and determined jaw, marked distinguishingly with a cleft in his chin. His mouth was full, yet not soft, and his teeth were quite even ... a nice white color.
Continuing my meandering, I passed the kitchen and caught Father and Mary in a very warm embrace. I decided against lingering and took the scene I had viewed as offering some hope for our mother.
Indeed, the extent of the passion is what confused me, not the desire nor the action but the extent of the involvement. It was beyond my comprehension how a man of my father's worldliness was taken in so completely by another human being. Certainly my mother was excellent in bed, after all, I had tasted her wares and others, so there was comparison and indeed I preferred her to them all. Why even now, as I recall the episode, it seems ludicrous. However, hasn't it been my contention that life is, indeed, unpredictable.
Dinner was a fairly grim affair with most of us children fearful of either saying too much or not enough, so consequently, we spoke only when spoken to.
"Will you be entering college soon, Benton?" Mr. Steele asked.
"No sir. I'm still at Yallmith," I said, flattered he should think me more mature than my years.
"And you, Franklin?" he asked. "I shall be entering Halvard in the season of seventy."
"My very best buddy graduated from there. A fine school," he said.
"Is that J.R.?" I blurted.
"Why yes ... how did you...."
My father's face turned pale and Mr. Steele stammered to a halting silence.
"You're a very observant young man," he finally said, after regaining his composure.
"Too perceptive sometimes," my father ground out.
"Never. Youth should be attentive and always aware," he smiled, slyly glancing in my direction.
Beth caught his glance and started kicking me under the table. I retaliated with one that made her visibly wince with pain.
"What's the matter, dear child?" our mother asked.
"Just a stitch in my side," she quickly responded, returning to her dish of melting ice cream.
"Would you care for some brandy in the library, gentlemen?" our mother asked.
"Thank you, dear," our father said, rising to draw her chair back.
"Good. I'll have Mary bring it in to you."
"And you?" he asked.
"I'll finish my coffee with the children, if you don't mind, Mr. Steele."
"Not at all, Mrs. Hornay," he said, rising to excuse himself and follow Father from the room.
* * *
Once we had reseated ourselves in the living room, the discussion began.
"Well, what do you think we should do?" Robert started.
"What do you think we should do?" Beth said.
"I don't know," Lottie conceded. "I think he's rather nice," Franklin said. "You would," I smiled, loudly. "What did you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Franklin," Robert said, calming him down.
"Mother dear, is there anything you would like us to do?" I asked suddenly, realizing that, in truth, this was her problem.
"Nothing. Except, perhaps, stop talking about it," she finally said.
"Agreed," I hastily announced, for fear the others might say something that would hurt her.
"It is enough we all know and will be able to cope with the problem," she added.
"I don't think it is such a problem, dear Mother. I think it shall burn its way out and things shall return to normal," Robert interjected.
"What makes you say such a thing?" Beth queried.
"I have a feeling. That's all I can say," he concluded.
"We have amongst us a mystic of formidable talent whose sensitivity receives the vibrations of others," I jokingly teased.
"You are becoming a very glib and discourteous young man since you have found a new way of introducing your prick," our mother suddenly snapped at me.
I flushed and quickly returned to silence.
"I am tired. I think I shall retire. And I suggest you all do the same. You may spare Mr. Steele and your father the pleasure of your company until morning. Good night, children," she said, standing and waiting for us to rise and follow her up the stairs.
When we reached the landing and stood before her door, she stopped my moving by holding me by the elbow. "I wish to speak with you, Benton ... alone, please."
"Yes, ma'm," I said, waiting for the others to kiss her goodnight.
Once we were inside her bedroom, she turned to me and said, "I'm very disappointed in you, Benton."
"I'm sorry, Mother."
"I don't think you are. I think you are secretly delighted with your casual way of viewing life."
"But, Mother dear, I meant no harm."
"One never does."
"Mother, please ... I am truly sorry if I have offended you but it is because everyone is taking this as such a tragedy that I hope to offer levity.
I have obviously failed to make you smile. For this, sweet Mother, I am sorry."
"Don't be, my child. You are right."
"Father shall return to your bedside," I suddenly stated.
"He has never left it, dear child. My only concern is, he may foolishly squander away large sums of money on this gentleman and that would be unforgivable."
"I understand, Mother."
"I knew you would," she said, drawing me to her. "You are indeed the brightest of my stars."
I kissed her gently on the forehead, for she was in a state of bleeding, and didn't wish me to spend the night with her. I retreated from her room and searched my own.
"What did Mother have to say? Beth and Lottie chimed as soon as I entered.
"That I should spend a copious load within the arms of my sisters."
"You are a naughty boy, Benton," Lottie giggled.
"Truly, Benton, what did she say?"
"Nothing of importance...." I paused and searched the room. "Where's Franklin?"
"In the bathroom."
"Good. I suggest we set him loose," I said.
Robert's face broke into a broad grin and the girls giggled joyously. They all nodded in the affirmative. "But let's not tell him. Let's just make the opportunity."
We quickly undressed and waited for him to get into bed.
"You know, Robert, I think that Mr. Steele is indeed a very handsome fellow," Beth started, once Franklin had crawled between his covers.
"I agree," Lottie added.
"Yes, I imagine him to be an interesting and lustful person," Robert interjected.
"Well, I tell you ... and I trust you all not to breathe a word to Mother, but I fancy he must be an incredibly virile man," I contributed.
We waited for Franklin to contribute but he remained silent.
We thusly assumed the bait had been dangled.
"Heavens I am tired," I yawned.
"And I," Beth coughed.
"Good night," Robert said, pulling the blankets about him.
"Sleep well and warm," Lottie contributed.
"Good night, dear brothers and sister," Franklin finally said, reaching up to turn off the light.
We all closed our eyes and pretended to sleep. It was difficult not to toss and turn, for the waiting period was a long and restless one. Finally, after dozing, I awoke to the footsteps of my father and Mr. Steele.
"Good night, dear boy," my father said, standing outside my mother's door.
"Must you sleep in there?" he asked.
"Dear boy, I wish to," my father stated.
"But I am only faithful to you and you disservice me," he sulked.
"See that you remain so," my father good naturedly said. "Now, be a good boy and retire, we have already partied enough for one night."
"Good night, dear man," he whispered huskily, tiptoeing his way to his room.
My heart started to pound, for I began recalling his well built form and penetrating look. Controlling my desire to change places with Franklin, I sighed deeply and pulled the covers up tighter about my neck.
There was a long silence, then the bathroom light went on in the outer hall and we knew it must be him. Feigning a heavy sleep, Robert, Lottie and Beth started breathing heavily and I in turn started to snore, which was something I did when deeply comatized.
The bathroom door opened again and he returned to his room. We waited in heavy breathing for Franklin to make his move, which he did, minutes after.
Slipping from the bed, we heard him tiptoe into the bathroom and close the door. Then Mr. Steele's door opened and he tiptoed down the hall and knocked lightly.
Franklin opened the door, leaving himself fully exposed.
"I'm sorry," Mr. Steele apologized.
"That's all right," Franklin whispered, "I was just about to take a leak. Do you need to, too?"
"No, I've already finished," he mumbled.
I had raised up and viewed the scene from a half crouching position, watching closely the way Franklin rubbed his knob between his fingers, making his prick assume grand proportions.
Mr. Steele was also impressed with his tool, for he had not taken his eyes from it.
"I have such difficulty sleeping," Franklin suddenly said, still manipulating the head.
"I also have that difficulty," Mr. Steele agreed.
"Unfortunately, when I can't sleep, I have nowhere to go?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Mr. Steele said, now casually touching his crotch.
"Oh, that's all right," Franklin grinned childlike, now exposing his fully erect shaft completely.
Mr. Steele's eyes all but bugged from his face. "Would you care to talk for a while?" he asked.
"That would be nice," Franklin agreed, leaving his prick hanging out the front of his pants and following Mr. Steele down the hall, into his room.
I raised up quickly, as soon as I heard the door latch click.
So did the rest of my sisters and brother Robert.
"Stay where you are," I cautioned. "I'll check and see if the hallway is empty. I'll watch the door and you watch and see if Father awakes so I might make arrangements to create a large and beautiful disturbance, right?" They all nodded and I tiptoed to my position, which was, of course, at the key hole.
The small space limited my visual field but what I didn't actually see, I heard and it was superb, for at times, I did envy sweet Franklin.
Mr. Steele was seated on the edge of the bed, his robe open enough to expose his handsome tool, surrounded in a forest of thick black hair. The knob of his prick was deep salmon and the slit a deeper color pink ... and moist. His balls looked large and heavy. I would have given almost anything to have been able to squeeze them soundly or better still, lick them gently a few times. But instead, felt my own and continued to gaze.
It was Franklin's turn to move. He stood up and walked toward Mr. Steele and then suddenly stopped to the side of him, giving me a wonderful view of his erection.
"I'm sorry I was in such a state of confusion when you came into the bathroom. I forgot to put my prick away," he laughed, taking hold of the standing handle and attempting to push it inside his pajama front.
"My dear ... the poor thing won't go in," he helplessly fumbled.
"Maybe I can help you," Mr. Steele said, offering his large and hairy hands.
"I hope you can," Franklin coyly smiled.
I was truly enamoured with my brother's fine approach. He was excellent and I felt myself becoming excited by his coy, womanly gestures.
Mr. Steele pulled Franklin to him and turned him away from him so his back was facing him, then quite easily reached around Franklin's front and fondled his prick most lovingly.
"Dear sir, but I fear you are going to create some fire within me and I shall blush."
"Perhaps if we removed the bottoms we might be able to pull the waist down over your standing tool," he suggested, already unfastening the cord about Franklin's pajamas and neatly dropping them to the floor.
Without waiting for an invitation, he turned Franklin to face him and pulled him over him, leaving his legs spread wide and his prick standing straight out, facing me. How I would love to have snuck inside and taken the glorious tip between my lips and sucked the spongy thing to throbbing.
Franklin raised up and bade him to remove his robe, which he did after putting Franklin on his side. I gasped and shuddered as the robe fell from his body.
He was covered in a rich layer of black hair and his buttocks were rounder than I imagined them to be. Dear lucky brother, I thought, watching Franklin raise up and take the large noble head and bury it within his mouth and start to work it in and out, then extend his tongue and lick up and down the shaft.
Mr. Steele moved forward and kneed his way onto the bed, allowing me a view of his glorious balls that hung freely between his legs. He put his arms beneath Franklin's and pulled him up to the pillow, then sinking his prick deep within his mouth, slipped his leg over his head and lowered his lips to Franklin's jutting prick which disappeared as if swallowed by a giant whale.
Franklin's body quivered as soon as Mr. Steele's lips made contact. It was insanely perfect to watch how his feet trembled and his toes wiggled as each time Mr. Steele slipped up and down his shaft or sucked eloquently on his knob.
It was, of course, just as stimulating to notice how, as Franklin's fervor increased, so did Mr. Steele's, for they were in perfect harmony and together they shot a wonderful torrent of sperm down each others throat.
I was fortunate enough to witness the powerful spray my brother set off and had Mr. Steele swallow. It was grandly full and creamy looking. I envied the gulping and sucking Mr. Steele was forced to do.
Franklin suddenly raised up and slipped from Mr. Steele's mouth, fell over him, pulled his cheeks apart and spit, what was obvious some of Mr. Steele's discharge, directly into his butt-hole. Then most forcefully he lowered his prick to the tiny opening and plunged it in to where the hair on Mr. Steele's ass meshed with the hair that curled neatly about Franklin's root.
He now commenced to thrust and pump violently, making the large man groan vigorously.
I looked down the hall and received a crazy waving from my brother and quickly ran from the door to a dark corner. Barely in time, for my father was immediately in front of the door and thrust it open to find Franklin riding superbly bare back.
"What in God's name is going on?" my father's voice boomed.
"Oh, Christ," Mr. Steele groaned, gushing violently all over the place as Franklin heaved a last thrust in my father's presence.
"Get off of him," he shouted, damned near breaking my brother's prick in two as he pulled him from him. "Go to your room. I'll talk with you in the morning," he snapped.
Franklin hurriedly ran, bare assed, to the bedroom where he was greeted with muffled congratulations.
"Dear sir ... it is not what you think," Mr. Steele began.
"I'm certain, sir, it's not. You have abused the privilege of my home. I would appreciate your leaving the first thing in the morning."
"But, sir ... I love you," he stammered.
"That may well be the case, but I do not reciprocate the amour, so I will bid you good night, sir," my father concluded, storming from the room and slamming the door behind him.
Passing the door of our bedroom, he stopped and peeked in. All heads were well beneath the covers, so I was told, when at last I returned. Then he continued on, into our mother's bedroom.
Mr. Steele left promptly the following morning and sweet Franklin became the hero of the hour, for even Father was grateful to be rid of the burden.
That afternoon, things returned to normal. We children went to the summer house, swam, fondled each other affectionately and swam some more until about dinner time.
After dinner, Mother told us that Father would be leaving in the morning and she hoped we had enjoyed his short visit and she would start her lectures just as soon as she had properly bid him good-bye.
She suggested we bed down early so we might be strong and vigorous for our instructions on the morrow. We readily agreed and hastily sought the warmth of our beds.
Before slipping off to sleep, our father came into our room and wanted to say good-bye, for he would probably be gone before we awoke.
"Dear, children, or should I say ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry that our visits have been so short and unfamiliar, but I promise to make up for our time apart when you return next week from your summer away."
We all took turns kissing him good-night. When he approached my bed he winked slyly and whispered, "I have neglected you the most, but shall rectify that." Gently, he grazed my organ as a manly understanding passed silently between us.
That night, as was my usual custom, I had difficulty sleeping for I knew our father would surely be winding his way to Mary's room. When I was certain everyone had fallen asleep, I slipped from my bed and made my trip up the winding staircase. The shock of light that had greeted me on my last trip was not there and only a thin line spilled from beneath the door.
Inching my way on tiptoes, I neared the door and pressed against it. To my horror it sprang open and there at the end of the bed sat Mary and my father gazing down at my sprawling form.
"You're late," my father exclaimed. "Or are we early?"
"I don't know...." I stammered and jumped to my feet.
"Come, come, my son, we were expecting you ... or so Mary was, for she told me of your last visit."
I flushed unmercifully and thought I might die on the spot.
"Why do you stand so dumb? If you wish to join this party, you must ask."
"I think I had best be leaving, dear Father."
"Nonsense, you'll do no such thing. You will, in fact, stay," he stated flatly. "Now, disrobe, Mary, and we shall teach this son of mine the manly art of fucking."
Mary allowed her sheer gown to slip from her shoulders and suddenly stood gloriously naked. The sight once more of her pendulum breasts and patch of brown curly locks immediately struck a responsive cord and my tool rose to the occasion, standing out smartly for my father's eyes to see.
"You, my boy, have a very handsome handle. Come, let's see what kind of timber it's made of," he said, pulling the front of my pajamas open and letting them drop to my ankles. "Step free of them and remove your top. The only way to feel is to feel free of all restrictive garments," he continued, stripping naked.
Mary had already settled her large bottom on the bed and now my father followed. "Are you joining us?" he asked, extending a hand.
Awkwardly, I walked to the bed's edge and waited for him to instruct me in my part.
"Lay back," he said to Mary, which she immediately did. "Here, let's put this beneath her bottom so we might get a better view of what we shall be tasting," he said, slipping a pillow beneath her large bottom.
"Marvelous isn't it?" he said, separating the lips of her cunt with his fingertips, allowing me to examine the deep gaping hole that glared hungrily at us.
"Watch," he said, standing at the edge of the bed and inching his prick into the gash. "Look, Benton, the way she twitches and purses, like a fish about to catch a crumb."
I stood close and sighed deeply as he leaned forward, inching his way inside until his hair caressed her bottom.
"Now watch," he continued, easing the bulging mass of flesh out.
It now glistened brightly from the secretions her walls had been discharging.
"Would you like to try?" he asked, pulling completely out, only letting his knob dally about the entrance.
I could hardly speak, I was so excited. I replaced him and practically dove in.
"Easy, son," he reprimanded. "You've got to enter slowly, then draw it out and in once more."
I followed his instructions to the letter but somehow the increased pressure of Mary's walls set me off, for as I withdrew, I spewed a load all over her bottom.
My father started to laugh, then smiled gently. "You are very eager, young fellow," he sighed. "We must try it once more. Do you think you will be able to control yourself?"
"Yes sir," I panted, attempting to recover from my premature discharge.
Once more I stepped to Mary's bottom, which was now soaking wet, entered and slowly moved within, then out and within once more.
"Excellent," my father proudly exclaimed. "Now, continue until you feel as if you might spend."
"Very well, sir," I said, remaining fully engulfed in Mary's juicy snatch.
Moving now with more assurance, I brought us both to the point of climax and halted, waiting for my father to give new instructions.
"Continue," he said, tapping me on the buttocks.
I thrust three or four more times and just as I was about to shoot my load, my father started spanking me lightly on the behind. At first it distracted me but as I became more furious with my plunging and Mary more insistent in her demanding, the spanking increased my excitement to the point of idiocy. With sudden trembling and jerking, Mary heaved and caught my prick deep with her cunt, clutching tightly, strangling the juice from me, saturating her womb to flood level as my father paddled my behind unmercifully. It was indeed a joyous orgasm.
"Dear boy," my father exclaimed, now supporting my wobbling body. "You have superb control."
"Thank you, sir," I panted, leaning over Mary's spread legs.
"Shall we continue with our lesson?" he asked, greatly excited by the exhibition he had just witnessed.
"With the greatest of pleasure, sir," I said, once more responding to the throbbing pressure of Mary's sweet cunt.
"Now, if you will jerk gently beneath the knob that sticks out," he suggested.
I followed his orders and lowered my prick beneath Mary's cervix and commenced a series of short jabs that set her juices to flowing once again.
"Now before you become so involved, withdraw your well lubricated member and slip it between her gash, making certain you rub here," he indicated her clit.
I withdrew, stepped forward and slid the shaft up and down her slit, then rested it on the entrance to her cunt once more.
"What you are searching for now, is a smaller and more tightly fitting cave to sharpen your tool in," he said, separating her cheeks for me and exposing her pouty arse-hole.
"That, my dear boy, will create enough friction to ignite your entire body."
"I pushed against the tight button and managed to get it in just past the knob.
"Let me help," he suggested, placing his fingers on her clit and starting to rub the little penis to quick erection, making her ass rotate in a most sensual movement, thus moving me in deeper.
"Thank you, dear Father," I whispered, cramming her sweet rose-bud full.
"Now, proceed as if you were entering the passage as before," he instructed.
I again withdrew slowly, but this time not so near the end for fear of not getting back in, and again returned to the same luscious depth as before. Mary wiggled and squirmed in fiery abandon. Her belly heaved and her breasts stood ripely out.
The time of crisis had once more been met for us both, for with only one more trust to be made, we spent in a dizzying intensity that caused us both to squeal in frenzied satisfaction.
"You are indeed quite a man," my father proudly exclaimed, standing up and hovering over our limp forms.
"Come now, we mustn't stop now," he said, playfully flipping my balls with his fingertips, which caused me to sit upright in the saddle, immediately.
"Dear Father," I exclaimed, being at eye level with his enormous cock. "You must be in dreadful pain."
"Not at all, my son," he said, "Besides, that will be taken care of shortly."
I nodded as if understanding him and waited for his instructions.
Unplugging me, he turned me about and mounted Mary as I had previously done before, deep within the confines of her most incredible cunt.
"Now, my boy," he started, once he had his fingers securely wrapped about her plump thighs. "I wish you to mount me in the same fashion you have just left Mary."
"Certainly, dear Father," I excitedly agreed, for it had long been a secret desire of mine to frig him soundly.
Without waiting for his prompting, I spread his lightly haired buttocks apart and introduced my prick to his pink and sweetly pouting arsehole.
"Make certain you're well oiled," he cautioned.
Remembering his use of saliva, I spit upon my prick and moistened the head to a glistening wetness, then leaned forward and eased my way inside. Once my father had secured my position, for he now contracted his buttocks, making the pressure about my prick incredibly beautiful, he started to move within Mary. At first, he traveled the familiar and well used cavern slowly, but then, as she in turn raised and lowered her buttocks, he increased the tempo, as I did above.
Together, we joined in a pumping motion that set the whole bed to rattling. So violent was our thrust that I thought we might awaken the others. Suddenly, we all commenced to shudder and tremble. My head threw back and my eyes rolled about their sockets as I poured a wonderful quantity of sperm into his arse-hole, as he in turn unloaded a giant wave that gurgled and churned with the downpouring from Mary. We lay panting and groaning, delighting in our joyful spending.
"Benton?" my father said, quite suddenly.
"Yes, sir," I answered, shaking the sleep from my eyes.
"I think you had better return to your room."
"Yes, sir," I nodded, slipping from beneath the covers, realizing I must have dozed off.
"Good night, Father," I yawned, stumbling to my feet and out the door.
Once I had reached the landing and walked into our bedroom, I realized it was dawn and Father was fully clothed when he awakened me, meaning he must now be leaving for the city.
"Get some sleep," a voice behind me said. I turned to face our mother. "I was...."
"I know where you were. Your father and I have been talking," she said, guiding me to the bed. "Now get some sleep, for tonight, I shall be your tutor."
"Yes, Mother," I smiled, pulling the covers about my neck and immediately falling asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You'll miss the lesson ... you'll miss the lesson," Lottie bleated at the end of the bed, jumping up and down, pulling me from a deep sleep.
"What time is it, sweet sister?" I asked, realizing the sun had fallen below its highest point.
"Nearly three o'clock," she said, "and Mother is about to join us at the summer house."
I leaped from the bed, which startled Beth, who had just walked into the room, and raced across the hall to the bathroom.
"You must hurry," she shouted after me.
"I shall," I yelled through the closed door, attempting to relieve the pressure that had built in my bladder.
"We'll join you there," they excitedly chimed, banging profoundly upon the door, causing me to start and piddle quite aimlessly all over the stool.
"Damn," I muttered, "they are in a great rush."
Dressed, refreshed and anxious to meet with Mother and the rest, I raced across the lawn and into the flower covered cottage of privacy.
The lecture had evidently begun, for as I burst into the room, Robert and Beth leaped nearly six feet, shocked by my robust entrance.
"Why are you so skittish?" our mother asked, greatly disturbed by the reaction.
"He startled us," Beth said.
"Yes, like sudden wind, up he blew."
"Remember, winds are warm and gentle," she smiled, indicating with her long fingers that I should sit next to Franklin, who was in a handsome state of undress, as were the others.
Crossing my legs, I assumed an Indian position and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, hoping to, as quickly as possible, join the erotic condition of my brothers and sister, for it was evident that both boys had large stiff erections and both girls enjoyed sharply aroused nipples.
"As I was saying before your brother burst into the room," Mother started once more, "the time has come for all of my children to know the pleasure that is housed within the temple of your bodies."
Perhaps it was the late afternoon sun, which is indeed a flattering heat, softening the day with shadows, or maybe the tone of her voice, but this particular afternoon our mother looked exceptionally beautiful and as I sat watching her ease each syllable from between her lips, I was struck with a deep love and devotion.
"Robert, will you kindly assume the position I asked you to, before Benton arrived."
"Yes, ma'm," he said, placing his hands on the floor and standing most straightly on his hands, balancing his body by placing his feet against the wall.
"Now Beth, will you kindly move to where Robert is and kneel before him?" she said, indicating directly in front of him. "Good, now as you can see, Robert and Beth are in a superb position to gratify each other."
"I beg your pardon, Mother ... but it seems to me that Robert shall receive the gratification and a head full of blood to boot," I volunteered.
"Quite right, dear Benton. But also he can relieve the tension Beth is feeling."
"I don't quite see that, ma'm," I continued.
"Beth, place your gentle lips about your brother's marvelous organ ... that's right, now move closer for Robert must be able to tongue your darling pussy ... that's good, dear children."
She paused a moment and looked about the room. "Any more questions?" We remained silent.
"All right, children, break from your positions."
Beth withdrew and Robert fell over to lay on his stomach.
"While you are there, Robert, raise your bottom high and remain on your knees and hands. Good. Now, Benton, would you like to help me demonstrate this, now that you are out of your restrictive garments?"
"Certainly, sweet Mother."
I walked to Robert and gently tapped him on the backside, making his tool straighten smartly. Then waited, standing behind him, hoping Mother would instruct me in the art of bugger, for Robert did, indeed, have a glorious looking arse. Still young and firm, the lightly feathered buttocks glistened from his strenuous hand-stand.
"Now, Lottie, will you join your brothers?" she asked.
"Certainly, sweet Mother. I anxiously await your instruction."
Now dear sister walked to our lustful duo and placed herself in front of Robert.
"Slide beneath his form," Mother commanded.
Lottie obliged and slid under Robert, gently grazing his vermilion knob with her betty as she passed beneath.
"Now to your knees, dear Benton," she commanded.
I followed instructions and was met with a glorious view of Robert's balls, neatly sacked and warm to the touch, for accidentally, as lowering my form, I touched their pinkness.
"I think you'd best seat yourself first, Robert," Mother suggested. "Best you accomplish this by raising your sister's legs over your biceps and dropping her knees within the crook of your arm, this way you will have a firmer grip when you start your ride."
Robert followed her advice to the letter and now was neatly tucked inside the well lubricated passageway of Lottie.
It was a superb sight to see his tool neatly slide between the lips of dear Lottie, to watch the way his veins did swell the moment contact was made and to witness the opening of her gash, like a flower in morning, spreading its petals to suck in the sun.
"Benton, darling ... I think it is time for you to commence your pleasure."
Not waiting to be instructed, I eagerly flicked his balls with my outstretched tongue.
"If you will," Mother started, "please use your finger to massage his glands."
"Certainly, dear Mother," I sweetly replied, employing my fingers to beneath Robert's balls and rolling the flesh to great success, for his arse did get busy, twitching and wiggling about.
"Less urgency. We have more," Mother reprimanded, for I was indeed becoming greatly overly heated by this delicious position.
"Raise to your feet and insert your projectile, dear son."
I followed her order and eased past the door but was met with a terrible cry.
"Dear Robert," I sighed, "did I hurt your insides?"
"No, I forgot to open the door."
"Lottie, do your part, relax dear Robert so it will not smart," Mother commanded.
Lottie commenced to contract and relax, and Robert became involved with his axe, enjoying my thrusting much more.
"Do not move so much, you'll disrupt the fluid," Mother scolded, for she could tell we were on our way to exploding.
"Franklin, my pet, come here with the rest and bring sister Beth along."
Both of them rose to face Mother, boldly, then waited for her to instruct.
"Now, Beth, dear child, straddle your sister's shoulders."
Beth walked to face Robert, halted and turned to face Mother, then straddled dear Lottie and lowered her bottom.
"Keep your weight on your haunches," Mother immediately said.
Beth raised slightly and braced herself directly over Lottie's mouth.
"Can you make contact?" Mother dear asked.
"Just a moment," Beth requested. "Lottie, dear sister, can you pinch your shoulders together, making your space much narrower?"
"If you will, for the moment, stop your gushing," Lottie said, closing her eyes tightly, missing a drop that slid from Beth's slot.
"I'm sorry, dear sister, but the heat of this vigor is nearly driving me mad."
Wiggling her ass, she squirmed into position and now Lottie raised her arms and cupped Beth's bottom, for the weight on her chest was immense.
"Front or back?" Mother asked Franklin as he stood viewing our linked bodies.
"Let me think," he grinned, walking about our group, attempting to decide.
He stooped to examine Beth's mouth, then circled behind to inspect my rear.
"I think I'll stay here," he finally answered, touching my rump with a digit.
"Treat your brother as he treated his," Mother suggested.
Franklin eagerly dropped to his knees and began to guzzle, taking wholly into his mouth, my balls. My prick went throbbing, twitching and wiggling. He ran up my crack, moistened the track, lifted up, heaved in and was seated.
"Oh dear," Beth did murmur.
"What is it, my child?" Mother asked.
"I'm about to run my course."
"Not so, my child, for love must be disciplined. Now I'm going out the door and I will return in a moment and I implore you to remain as you are," she said, standing tall and sternly taking in our positions.
"Dear Robert," I said, "please stop your twitching."
"I can't ... sweet Lottie is itching."
"What about you?" Franklin did ask.
"This is indeed a difficult task."
"I can hardly breathe," a muffled voice did sigh.
"It's not my fault," Beth nearly cried. "Sweet Mother return ... I can't hold back the tide."
"You'd best try, for there are some things that can't lie."
"How long must we wait?"
"As long as we must."
"How long is that?"
"As long as we must."
"You've said nothing, yet."
"As long as we must."
"Why do you repeat yourself, Benton."
"So I won't bust."
"My nose it does itch."
"Don't move or you'll set us on fire."
"I shall try not to, dear brother."
"If this be our lecture, then I am most unhappy."
"Do you not like the feeling of love that unites us?"
"Of course I do, but it is hard on the back."
"And hard on the nerves, for I am about to crack."
"So is mine."
"And mine."
"Dear heaven, where's Mother."
"Probably observing us all from the window."
"Do you think so?"
"Why not?"
At once the door opened and a sudden release filled the room, for the end must be near and Mother returned ... with our father.
"What a splendid group," he exclaimed.
"What a marvelous surprise," we, in unison replied.
"It was your mother's idea," he gently said, moving about, examining his troupe.
"I think I shall choose the front," he announced.
Beth's face brightened, for it was she who was to receive our new member.
"And what about Mother?" I suddenly cried.
"Do not fear," she slyly said. "I'll sit up here." She indicated Robert's back, and I joyously beamed, for it meant her cunt would be mine to clean.
"But first, I must set about arranging the tempo. "Charles...." she said. "Get into position."
Now by this time, our sweet father had stripped himself bare and was walking to Beth, who had closed her eyes and opened her mouth, looking as if she were about to receive communion.
"Is every one nearly ready?" Mother did ask.
"Just waiting for you, dear," our father replied, now lodged most snugly and securely.
"Good. Shall we be fast or slow ... perhaps the middle," she smiled, setting the metronome to waltz tempo.
Mother quickly moved to where Robert and I were joined and now exhibiting great agility, swung her ample bottom over Robert's shoulder and seated herself before me.
"You'll have to put my knees over your shoulders," he smiled, leaning back and raising her bottom, attempting to get comfortable in the confining area.
"Now, darling, lower your head and see if you are able to reach it," she suggested.
"I think it best, dear Mother, if I hold your haunches high and draw you into my mouth instead of me attempting to bend and reach you."
I took Mother's sweet bottom, raised it to my mouth and closed my lips about her budding clit.
Nodding my head, I indicated I was ready.
"All right, children," she said. "Now let's start. One two three, one two three, one two three ... you're ahead of us, Robert. Get with the tempo ... one two three, one two three, one two three ... That's it, darling, smoothly ... smoothly ... all together ... one two three, one two three ... marvelous ... one two three ... click click click, click click click, click click click, click....
