Who can really say what goes on behind closed doors? We think we understand the people around us, and, yet, each day the newspapers are filled with stories of perverse activities and cruelties being discovered in the highest bastions of conservative life, sometimes even in the best of families.
People hide behind the facades they have created for themselves, taking refuge in beliefs and ethics which they sanctimoniously voice but do not follow in their very private lives. Sometimes it turns out that those who shouted the loudest for decency and condemned the lives of others the most were actually the ones who led the most perverse of private lives.
What about those, though, who go about their lives quietly, without harming anyone? Who can say that they are wrong and should be punished for following practices which appall the rest of society?
The family found in the pages of BEDTIME WITH MOM is confronted by the specter of incest. Where other families would have fallen totally apart, the Fielding family held together. Who can honestly judge them and their solution for preserving family unity?
BEDTIME WITH MOM-a novel which presents a portrait of a modern American family. Just how typical this family is, each reader must decide on his own.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The big, stiff cock almost seemed to dance in front of Marsha Fielding.
"Please . . . oh, please let me suck your cock," she begged. "You can come down my throat and I'll swallow every drop of your hot jizz. And don't worry about getting soft after I blow you. I'll keep your cock hard. Hard enough to fuck my pussy after you're through fucking my mouth."
There was no answer to Marsha's plea. It was so frustrating to be ignored when she was horny. Then, worse, the beautiful cock for which she lusted began to fade away.
Suddenly, Marsha bolted upright in bed, blinking with confusion for several seconds. Then she realized what had happened.
It was a dream. A wet dream.
"No doubt about it," Marsha steamily whispered to herself. "I've gone too long without any sucking and fucking. I need some cock bad."
She looked to her right, where the husband whose duty it was to service this need in her was supposed to be sleeping. But Jay wasn't there.
She guessed he was probably in the kitchen, fixing himself a midnight snack. As much as she wanted his cock, Marsha was simply too horny to take the time to go looking for her husband.
So, hungering for immediate satisfaction, Marsha started playing with her own pussy. Her cunt was moist to her touch. Probing her sticky cunt, she listened to her pussy squish while she rhythmically fingerfucked herself.
Soon she had four fingers working in her cunt, while her thumb pressed her clit. Pussy juice ran down her arm.
She prodded her cunt until her orgasm had run its course. Then Marsha removed her hand from her oozing cunt and licked her fingers.
"I've got a sweet pussy, no doubt about that," she sighed after tasting herself. "Too bad my own husband isn't as turned on by my cunt as I am."
No, she just wasn't getting the sex she deserved out of marriage anymore, and there was no point in Marsha pretending that the situation was temporary. It had been this way for the last year between Jay and her. Indeed, she could actually put a date on when the change had occurred.
The twenty-third of May . . .
It had been a restless night just like this one, with Marsha waking up horny and finding her husband missing from bed. She'd gone looking for Jay-then, practically ready to rape him. But when she found him, all she had wanted to do was die. Her husband had already found somebody else to fuck.
Eavesdropping, Marsha hadn't been able to believe her eyes. But she hadn't bulged until it was over. Then she'd slinked away like a dog with its tail between its legs, feeling hopelessly betrayed. Only later had she found the courage to confront Jay with what she knew, that he had fucked Donna, their daughter.
Once he knew he'd been found out, Jay had begged for forgiveness. He claimed he didn't know what had come over him. It would never happen again.
So Marsha had let him off the hook, praying that somehow the crisis would make their marriage stronger. And, at first, Jay had been ex-trememly attentive* fucking her as much as she needed his cock in her pussy, which was often. Gradually, though, this had tailed off. And, at times like those, Marsha couldn't help but dwell on the original turning point.
Donna was a senior in high school when it happened. Now at least she was away at college, which meant her father couldn't start up with her again. Then, too, Donna had always had a reputation as a tramp, and might very well have seduced Jay, as he'd insisted.
Unfortunately, though, there was one thing she couldn't explain away. The fact was that Jay simply didn't seem interested in fucking her anymore. After that business with Donna, Marsha just couldn't get it out of her mind that her husband preferred young girls to her. Maybe he wasn't fucking their daughter, but she suspected he was getting teenaged pussy somewhere, "Got to get hold of myself," Marsha lectured herself. "Okay, suppose Jay is screwing around on the side with some little slut young enough to be our daughter. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, it's up to me to show him that I'm not getting older, I'm getting better."
She got out of bed. Naked, she switched on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. Pressing the surface with her tits and cunt, she raised steam on the glass.
She left the bedroom, in search of her husband and a fuck. She wouldn't take no for an answer. His hard cock was going to wind up in her cunt, that was all there was to it, even if she had to all but rape him.
Marsha moved down the hallway toward the kitchen, where she assumed Jay was carving up the dinner's leftover roast beef. She stopped short halfway there, overwhelmed by a sickening sense of the past repeating itself.
Her husband's voice drifted from the living room, just as it had a year before. Even the words were virtually the same.
"Oh, baby, your little cunt's so tight around my cock. The tightest ciint I've ever fucked;"
Marsha froze, listening to the combination of hard breathing and squeakng couch springs. Oh, how she yearned to turn and run back to bed, burying her head under the covers as if this were a nightmare which would go away. But, as had been the case a year ago, she also experienced an even stronger urge to discover if her worst suspicions were justified.
So, when she moved again, it was not to flee. Creeping on cat's feet, Marsha forced herself toward a view of the living room.
"Mmmmm, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard," Sally Fielding moaned to her father, winding her legs around him. "Pop my cherry with your big cock the way you promised. I'm sooo tired of being a virgin."
"Then, sweetheart, you came to the right guy," Jay Fielding told his youngest daughter. "Don't know why a pretty little thing like you would want your old man to take your cherry when there must be plenty of young studs waiting in line to fuck you-but I'll do the job."
"Then push your cock even deeper into my pussy," Sally rasped. "Pop my cherry and fuck me bloody."
Jay's crotch bucked, hilting his prick in her young cunt. From where she spied, Marsha could see the whole thing. Indeed, it was practically the same angle from which she'd watched her husband fuck their older daughter last year.
"And now this," a heartbroken Marsha whimpered. "Sally's no better than her big sister. She and Donna are both whores. And their father's worse than both of them put together. An animal who fucks anything with a cunt, regardless of who she is."
Then Marsha realized that she didn't have Jay pegged quite right. There was one cunt he wasn't ready to fuck-his own wife's.
Suddenly, Marsha felt so old and ugly. No wonder she could get her whole hand inside her pussy when she played with herself. Her cunt had lost all its girlish tightness to age and having babies-the babies her husband had knocked her up with and was now fucking instead of her. *
"I might as well face it," Marsha sighed with defeat. "I'm old and in the way. All I can do now is watch."
There was plenty to see. Jay's cock had just hilted their daughter's cunt. Sally's ass squirmed in response, then her legs jumped from around her dad's waist and hooked over his shoulders, her feet kicking in the air.
"I'm coming, Daddy!" the naked teenager squealed. "And you know why? 'Cause you just did it! Popped my cherry!"
"You're really a woman now," Jay told the climaxing teenager. "Not just Daddy's little girl anymore."
"Damn, don't I know it!" Sally crowed. "Now just watch me prove it!"
She reared up from the bottom of the action. Jay willingly gave ground, more than happy to let her take charge. So, after a reversal of positions, Sally wound up on top. The couch groaned as she began riding up and down on her father's cock, her bloody cunt gurgling.
Sally said, "Ever since I was a little girl, Daddy, I knew I wanted you to fuck me first."
"How could you be so sure of that, baby?" Jay asked, anxious to be flattered.
"It started 'cause of Donna," Sally replied. "She saw you fucking mom and told me about how big your cock is when it's hard. Every night after that, I sneaked out of bed to your room until I saw you fuck mom for myself. And I knew I could do better for you once I got old enough. Did I, Daddy, am I a better piece of ass than mom?"
"Sweetheart, it's no contest," Jay assured his daughter, as her pussy rosr and fell on his upright prick. "I'd rather fuck you than anybody else in the world."
"Then that makes me the luckiest girl in the world!" Sally swooned. "I just wish mom would disappear someplace so I could sleep in the same bed with you every night. Even when we weren't fucking, I'd keep your cock between my legs. You'd always be hard for me."
"Don't worry, baby, we can get around your mother," Jay told his horny daughter. "If we're careful, she'll never suspect anything about us."
"But you'll have to fuck her once in awhile to keep her satisfied, won't you, Daddy?" Sally suggested.
"Just once or twice a month," Jay said. "That's all she needs anymore."
"But it makes me jealous to think about your cock in her cunt," Sally pouted.
"Don't be," Jay convincingly answered. "It's just another part of marriage. Like paying the bills. Something to just get over with once a month or so."
Throwing all her energy into proving she was the best piece of ass her father had ever had in spite of the fact that this was her first fuck, Sally dipped and soared on top of the action. The only evidence that she'd only just lost her cherry was the crimson sheen her bloody cunt left on
Jay's cock.
"Bet I can make you come in my cunt any time I say so," she bragged.
"I wouldn't bet against you," Jay groaned, the pressure mounting between his legs.
"How about now, Daddy?"
"Just say the word, little girl."
"I just did, Daddy. Now! Come in my cunt, now!"
Jay's ass jumped off the couch. Then he sank again into the cushion, as he pulled Sally solidly back on top of him by yanking at her tits so she shrieked with welcome pain. And somewhere between the rise and fall of his loins his cock had erupted in her cunt. Her dreamy smile told the story.
Even from across the room, Marsha recognized that telltale expression on her daughter's face, sighing, "My little girl's getting her first pussyful of cum. Never feels like there's so much of it as the first time. I remember when it happened to me-"
Marsha abruptly stopped short. She'd remembered too well, for she had lost her cherry to the same man as her daughter had.
"It's not fair," Marsha whimpered. "I tried so hard to be a good wife and mother, and now my husband and daughters are ready to put me out to pasture."
Then, as if on cue, Sally rubbed even more salt in her eavesdropping mother's wounds. "Bet mom never did this after you fucked her, Daddy."
With her father's cock drained and out of her fucked cunt now, Sally's pussy leaked with a combination of Jay's jism and the blood from her popped cherry. She smeared this pink froth all over her crotch from thigh to thigh. Then she reached into the crack of her plump little ass and stickily fingerfucked her squishing asshole.
"Mmmm, it feels so good down there," she moaned. "Bet mom doesn't like it in the ass."
"Fraid not," Jay readily answered Sally. "Fact is, I've never fucked her or anyone else in the ass. When it comes to that, I'm just as cherry as you are."
Marsha seethed.
In reality, taking a hard cock up her ass was one of Marsha's favorite forms of fucking. She was always after Jay to jam his cock to his balls in her tightest hole and "Greek" her, sometimes until she shit. What was more, last year when she'd spied on her husband their oldest daughter, Jay had done the same to Donna.
"Then let's do it for the first time together, Daddy," Sally urged. "Fuck my ass!"
She rolled over and bobbed up on her knees, her asscheeks the highest part of her nude body. Then she spread them in her father's direction, proudly displaying the inviting pucker of her teenaged asshole.
"What're you waiting for, Daddy?" Sally impatiently called over her shoulder. "Put it in. Put your big cock in my ass and fuck me where I shit."
"Might hurt a little, princess," Jay warned.
"Mmmmm, it better," Sally bubbled in anticipation.
Her father brought his cockhead to her shit-pit's dusky eye. Since he'd just fucked Sally's cherry cunt, his prick was well-lubed with leftover cum, pussy juice and blood. So, when he shoved his meat, it surged with slippery momentum halfway into the narrow ass tunnel.
Jay set his hips again, then bucked his muscular crotch. This time, as his cock surged, he added a corkscrewing motion to the plunge. His prick drilled into her ass until hilted, his balls winding up flush with Sally's cunt.
"That hurt you enough, baby?" he asked his wincing daughter.
She breathlessly reported, "Yes . . . hurts so good. Enough to make me come."
Sally climaxed with a shudder, which set her naked body into swaying motion. Rocking to and fro on her knees, she forced her father's prick to fuck in her ass, while his balls rhythmically slapped against her pussy.
"Your cock feels so much bigger up my ass than it did in my cunt," Sally swooned.
"That's 'cause your asshole's as tight as a dream, honey," Jay panted. "I'm gonna come even more this time than when I fucked your cunt." ""When, Daddy, when?" Sally anxiously quizzed. "I'm just dying for an assful of your hot jizz. I'd rather have you come up my ass than come myself."
"Then how about now, sweetheart?"
"Yes, yes! Shoot it, Daddy, shoot your cum all the way into my belly!" Sally cried.
His body arched beneath his daughter, lifting her in the saddle of his loins as his cock erupted in her fucked ass. As the scalding jizz invaded her, the expression on Sally's face was sheer bliss.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she groaned. "I've never felt as full of anything as I am with your cock and your cum. Feel like I'm gonna bust wide open."
Indeed, as she reached new orgasmic heights, it briefly seemed almost as if Sally might come apart at the seams. But then her father's cock stopped spurting in her ass, her own climax died down, and soon she was as limp as a ragdolL
Sliding off her father's spent prick, Sally slithered from the couch to the floor. Then, on her back with her thighs apart, she proudly displayed the oozing wound of her freshly fucked asshole.
"Oh, Daddy," Sally called, her voice floating, "I wish you had a camera so you could take a picture of me the way I am now. That way you'd always remember the first time we fucked."
"Don't worry, darling," her father assured her, "I'll never forget tonight as long as I live."
Jay Fielding wasn't the only 6ne of Sally's parents whose memory of this occasion would never fade. It seemed sure that his wife would be haunted by it as much as he'd cherish it. And now, finally leaving the scene of father-daughter incest, Marsha Fielding returned to her bed. bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Marsha was disappointed to wake up the next morning. Going on with her life seemed an impossible burden. But then, as she lay in bed and couldn't go back to sleep, even the most boring household tasks seemed better than staring up at the ceiling.
So she got up, throwing on a robe, then shuffling through the house. It was empty, the kids off to school and Jay at work. But the evidence of them was all around-a sinkful of dirty dishes, clothes that needed washing, and all the rest of the clutter a family leaves behind.
Wandering around, picking up this and that, Marsha tried to distract herself with mindless routine. But it didn't work.
Oddly enough, the thing which finally brought mist to her eyes had nothing directly to do with her husband or daughter. Marsha encountered it in her only son's room, while fumbling her way through making Clay's bed.
It occurred when she was turning the sheets and noticed that the mattress was off-center. Attempting to adjust it, she saw that there was something hidden underneath. The next thing Marsha knew she was staring at a rumpled fuck magazine.
"So Clay has discovered sex, too," Marsha sadly noted, wiping away a tear of disappointment. "It's like a disease in this family."
The crusty stains that had splattered and dried on the pictures of the naked women left nothing to Marsha's imagination. Her son had been jacking off while looking at the magazine.
Marsha knew that Clay was a growing boy, but, why, she thought, did he have to grow up so fast?
Last night, as she'd been devastated by family betrayal, the one person who hadn't contributed to her heartbreak was her son. Indeed, Marsha had taken Clay's innocence so much for granted that he'd never even crossed her mind. And now, as if to punish her for her neglect, he'd left this filthy side of himself under his mattress.
"Damn you, Clay," Marsha cursed her son for the first time in her life, "do you have to be like the rest of them? Can't you keep it in your pants?"
The idea of her not-so-little boy with his hard cock in someone's cunt made Marsha ill. Worse, she couldn't shake the mental image of it. That young cock, which she'd never really seen aroused in the flesh, filled her mind.
Marsha felt she might vomit. She went to the bathroom, searching the medicine cabinet for something she might take to calm her nerves.
A bottle of sleeping pills caught her eye. Maybe if she took enough of them-say a handful-all her troubles would be over permanently.
Just then, the front door opened and closed, as someone entered the house.
"Mom, you here?" Clay called from the living room.
Marsha's hand leapt, scattering the pills all over the bathroom floor. Hearing her son's footsteps approaching, she knelt down to hurriedly pick up the evidence of her near self-destruction.
The footsteps reached the bathroom. "Hey, Mom, why didn't you answer? What're you doing down there?"
Clay stopped short. Suddenly, facing away from him on her knees, Marsha could feel his eyes all over her. And she realized that her robe had rumpled up around her hips, so her bare ass poked out to be seen.
Those dirty pictures Clay had jacked off to flashed through Marsha's mind. She wondered if the sight of her bare ass also aroused his young prick. Suppose, rather than covering up, she parted her thighs to give him more than a glimpse of her rear-spread pussy. Would it raise a hard-on in his jeans?
Something snapped within Marsha and she went ahead and did it. She could feel her pussy lips separating. What's more, her mind's eye pictured the throbbing bulge at Clay's crotch.
For a lingering moment, she remained in her revealing pose, the steamy silence interrupted only by her son's quickened breathing. Then Marsha could stand the suspense no longer. She looked around. It was there-a mound in his jeans. Clay's cock was stiff for her.
"I dropped something," she said, her tone flat as she clutched the sleeping pills in her hand. "School out early?"
"I thought I was coming down with the flu," Clay gulped, his voice also sounding detached.
Now Marsha listened closely to herself, pointedly stating, "You seem to be feeling better now. At least as far as I can see."
"I-I can see, too," Clay answered after a long pause, as bold as his nervous stammer would allow him to be.
"See what?" Marsha recklessly challenged him.
Clay managed the courage to choke, "I-I'll tell you what I'm looking at, Mom, if you tell me first what you've got your eye on."
"Your cock," she bluntly told her son. "I can see the way your hard cock's filling up your jeans. Now it's your turn to tell me why."
"Y-your robe's all the way up, M-Mom," Clay stuttered. "Shows everything you've g-got."
"Got what?" Marsha prompted.
"Ass . . . pussy," Clay breathlessly rasped.
"Are they better than the asses and pussies in that nasty magazine I found under your mattress?" Marsha teased. "The one you've been jacking off all over?"
"They're just pieces of paper," Clay muttered. "This is the first time I've seen the real thing."
"I've shown you mine," mother seductively taunted son. "Now show me yours."
When Clay hesitated, Marsha unzipped him on her own. Then her hand was inside his jeans, pulling his shorts aside. Clay looked away as his rigid prick sprang into the open. Marsha, on the other hand, was spellbound.
She whispered, "Oh, it's so beautiful. Such a beautiful, young cock."
"Wh-what're you gonna do, Mom?" Clay croaked, as he felt Marsha's hot breath on his cock and balls.
Marsha teased one last time. "Action speaks louder than words."
Then, having knelt before her son, she was all business. She took his prick in her mouth and began sucking. She didn't stop until she had deep-throated Clay's nine-plus inches to the root.
He mumbled, "What happens next? I've never done anything like this before with any girl-let alone my own mom."
Marsha was charmed by his inexperience. If her husband could take their youngest daughter's cherry, there was no reason why she couldn't perform the same service for their son.
She released enough of Clay's cock to tell him, "You can fuck me in the mouth to start with. It'll be good practice for when you fuck my pussy later."
Then she deep-throated the boy again and placed his hands on her head. As she slurped, instinct took over for Clay. He began guiding Marsha's suction, matching it with the rolling of his hips.
"Never felt this good when I was jacking off," Clay sighed in awe, more to himself than anyone:
His balls slapped repeatedly against his mother's chin. His cockhead jogged in the rippling vise of her windpipe. Every cock-stroke increased his supply of cum.
His crotch bucked so violently at the onset of his climax that Marsha's head snapped back. As she gave way, she pulled her coming son on top of her, pinning herself beneath him. And all the while she greedily drank his jizz, as cum poured down her throat in a creamy river from his spurting cock.
Marsha showed him that she was more than willing by continuing to suck his prick. Only this time she did it with a difference, grabbing Clay's hips to coax him to move around above her. After his cock had corkscrewed in her throat, he wound up turned around in a half-circle, facing down toward the furry patch between her spread legs.
"You want me to eat your pussy while you're sucking my prick, don't you, Mom?" the boy gulped.
Marsha impatiently reached up for him with her knees, pulling his head down between them. From there, Clay did the rest, the lips of his mouth making slurping contact with the lips of her cunt.
Coming on the spot, Marsha briefly let up on sucking cock to cry, "Fuck me with your tongue, darling ... oh, yes, yes, that's the way. Can you taste my cum? Is it sweet enough for you? I've got so much of it to give you."
"Just keep sucking my prick, Mom," Clay said from the other end of the sixty-nine.
His cockhead swelled down his mother's throat, then let loose with a liquid explosion. As she hungrily consumed the fresh flow of fuck cream, Marsha's own orgasmic activity mounted, her climaxing cunt feeding Clay as much pussy juice as his spurting prick was treating her to jizz.
This time, however, Marsha purposely didn't drink all of her son's cum, leaving herself with a generous amount in her mouth when she released Clay's drained cock. She hoped that he hadn't swallowed all of her pussy juice either.
"Kiss me, darling," she slurpingly requested of her son, kneeling to face him now.
Ready for anything his mother wanted, Clay readily embraced her. Their mouths met and they exchanged sticky tongues.
"God, Mom," Clay gulped when the sloppy kiss was over, "you've got me feeling so dirty. I had all kinds of ideas about what my first woman would be like, but I never knew it'd be this good."
"It's just gonna get better, tiger," Marsha promised. "As long as your cock stays hard for me, I'm gonna take advantage of it."
"Then what next, Mom?" Clay anxiously asked. "I've come twice, but my prick's stiffer than ever. Just tell me where to put it."
"Do I really have to tell you?" Marsha teased. "Don't you know what happens now?"
"Yeah, guess I do," Clay sighed, looking down between his mother's thighs at the hairy patch of her pussy. "Guess I'll still be cherry until my cock's in your cunt and I'm actually fucking you."
"Well, then what're you waiting for?" Marsha urged. "Take me, stud. Take me so I can take your cherry."
She leaned back, her knees up and apart. Then she let her son do the rest.
First he rubbed the blunt tip of his prick along her pussy slit, traveling up and down between her clit and asshole. Soon the juice from her wet cunt had his cockhead glistening.
"I thought you'd just go ahead and fuck me right away. Practically rape me," Marsha moaned. "But, ahhhhh, this feels so good. Take your time, darling, and make me come two or three times before you finally put your prick all the way in my cunt to fuck me."
Clay fit her cunt into the notch of his cockhead and expertly rubbed. Just below, Marsha's pussy lips trembled, while the gash they framed darkened with mounting arousal from pink to bright red.
Marsha gasped, "Gonna come now!"
As her clit continued to be stroked by her son's cockhead, Marsha's cunt began to drool with female cum. It leaked into the crack of her ass, making her feel gloriously wet. She wanted to touch herself but held back, counting on Clay to do the job for her.
"Your prick's hardly in my pussy," she murmured, "but I can still feel what it's doing to me deep down inside."
Marsha climaxed again. This time her female cum ran down the exposed shaft of her son's hard-on until pussy-juice dripped onto his balls.
"My pussy couldn't be any wetter if I was pissing," Marsha moaned. "You don't even have to fuck me to keep me coming, Clay. But don't get me wrong-any time you're ready to bury your big cock in my cunt, I'll come hardest of all."
"How 'bout now, Mom?" Clay softly asked.
Marsha nudded in breathless agreement. Then her son's cockhead began inching into the warm valley of her pussy.
"Oh, deeper, deeper," Marsha urged. "Now that your cock's moving inside me, I've just got to feel the whole thing filling my cunt."
She raised her ass, trying to force more prick into her pussy. But Clay wouldn't be rushed, pulling back just enough so his cock wouldn't enter her cunt any faster than the pace he'd set for himself.
"The slower I go, the hotter you'll be near the end," Clay explained. "So by the time I'm ready to come, you'll be begging me for a pussyful of jizz."
Marsha had no reason to disagree with his expectation. But she couldn't help but wonder how such an inexperienced young boy was so aware of what made a woman tick. She'd definitely have to ask him later.
"Oh, it's finally in. AH the way in!" Marsha swooned. "Your whole cock is in my cunt!"
"Yeah," Clay sighed.
Then, slowly, rhythmically, he began to move his cock back and forth in Marsha's cunt, producing fucking's classic friction. Squirming beneath him, his mother pushed back every time he surged, and tightened her pussy muscles to yank at his hard-on when he partially withdrew. At this point, Marsha felt like a horny, young girl again.
In an erotic trance by now, Marsha dreamily chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
However, her son did more than this. Along with fucking his mother, Clay leaned forward and put his mouth to her tits.
Marsha was thrilled. "Yes, yes, suck my titties while your cock's in my cunt. Suck me, fuck me. Suck and fuck me ... "
Clay wasn't through, though. Now his hands roamed all over his mother's naked body. When they reached for her ass, they cupped her cheeks and pulled them apart. Then his fingers slipped into her crack to massage the puckered dent a notch away from her fucked cunt.
She farted, the warm breath of her windy opening caressing Clay's fingertips. Sure enough, he got the message. A pair of his fingers plunged within, then pumped in Marsha's ass to the same tempo as his cock was moving in her pussy.
"Now I've got it all," Marsha moaned in ecstasy. "Got it all except one, last thing."
"Just ask for it, Mom, and you've got it," Clay slurped, sucking Marsha's tits at the same time his cock fucked her pussy and his fingers fucked her ass.
"Not gonna just ask. I'm begging you, stud. Begging you like you said I would. Begging for your cum in my cunt!" Marsha pleaded. "Give me the perfect ending to the perfect fuck with a pussyful of your hot, young cum!"
"Just what I've been waiting to hear," Clay panted. "I've been holding back for a long time, waiting for you to beg for it."
"Come, come, come!" Marsha begged.
A flood of jizz was rushing into her fucked pussy from her son's spurting cock, swamping the womb that had once carried him for nine months. Then Clay had a final blast of jism remaining. He grabbed his mother's asscheeks, squeezing them together so his gouging fingers would leave black and blue marks, and shot the last of his creamy load in her thirsty cunt.
After this, the gasping boy seemed drained of more than just his cum. As his spent cock wilted at last, so did the rest of him. He sprawled on top of his fucked mother, apparently overwhelmed by the realization that he'd finally lost his cherry.
"Can't believe I did it," he muttered. "Fucked a woman."
"Not just any woman," Marsha reminded him. "You fucked your best girl, darling. Fucked your mother."
Then to underscore their special relationship, she guided a nipple into Clay's mouth and had him nurse at her tit the way he'd done as a baby.
"But you're still momma's little boy," Marsha cooed. "More than ever."
CHAPTER THREE
As her son nursed at her tit, Marsha thought back on the way he'd just fucked her. Where, she wondered, had he learned how to do all the right things? She couldn't have asked for a smoother lover. The fact was that Clay, cherry until today, made his father seem like a clumsy beginner.
When he started to emerge from his daze, Marsha cautiously asked Clay, "Did you have to think about what you were doing when you fucked me, or did it all just come naturally?"
Clay answered with a question of his own. "I did good, then-huh, Mom?"
"Perfect. Just perfect, darling," Marsha honestly replied. "If I hadn't know better, I'd have never guessed it was your first time. I've never fucked a boy your age before, but I thought you'd need a lot more help than you did. But you did everything exactly right. What's your secret?"
Clay blushed, then hemmed and hawed.
"You weren't fibbing about being cherry, were you?"
"No, Mom, I swear it! I never fucked anybody before you."
Marsha was thinking of a response when she decided that her silence would get the most out of her son. She sensed that he believed she knew more about what he'd been up to lately than she really did.
"It's not the way you think, Mom," he finally blurted. "I never touched her!"
Marsha couldn't ask who, because that would tip off the con job she was pulling on her son. Silence continued to be her best tool for prying an explanation out of Clay, along with a piercing stare.
"I'm telling you, Mom, Sally and I were just talking," Clay insisted. 'You know how smart sis is. Reads all kinds of books and everything. All I did was just ask her how a guy like me could score with a chick."
"And?" Marsha asked.
"Sally had all the answers," Clay revealed. "Everything I did to you, Mom, she told me would work."
"Then why," Marsha drawled as casually as possible, "didn't you try them on her?"
"I haven't lied to you yet, Mom, and I won't now," Clay said. "Sis got me so horny that I wanted to fuck her. Even brought it up to her face. But Sally said she was saving her cherry for somebody special. Never told me who."
"Then, after what Sally had taught you, why didn't you go ahead and fuck some other girl?" Marsha asked.
Clay confessed. "By then I was hung up on sis. Other girls just didn't turn me on that much anymore. Then, when I walked in on you today, Mom, and saw your ass and pussy, it was the same thing I'd felt for Sally. Only you said yes."
The temptation to blow things wide open was more than Marsha could resist. What was more, now was as good a time as any to put the wheels in motion, to get even with Jay.
"Would you fuck Sally now if you had the chance?" she asked Clay.
"Gee, Mom," he uneasily answered, "why do you have to ask me that? Even if I wanted to try anything with Sally before, I can do it with you now-"
"But you're only human, right?" Marsha cut in.
Clay sheepishly nodded.
Here, she astonished him, swerving in an entirely different direction than he'd anticipated. "I want you to fuck your sister, then, Clay. Fuck Sally."
"Wh-what for?" Clay stammered with disbelief.
"I want you to be sure that my pussy is really the one you want," Marsha said. "And you can only know by fucking us both."
"Th-that's crazy, Mom. First of all, sis would never let me touch her, let alone go all the way with her."
"I'll double your allowance if you try," Marsha shot back.
She knew as soon as she made the offer it was a mistake.
"Wait, I've got a better idea," Marsha hurriedly said. "Suppose, before you try anything with Sally, I teach you something else about fucking? Something that every real stud needs to know about."
Curiosity showed on his face. Then it showed between his legs, his cock hardening when his naked mother knelt before him like a bitch in heat.
Clay had read enough dirty magazines to guess. "You want me o dog-fuck you, Mom?"
"Yes and no," Marsha slyly answered. "Yes, I want you to put your cock in me from behind. But not in my cunt."
"Where else, then?"
Marsha showed him instead of telling him. Pulling her asscheeks apart, she exposed the dusky fuckhole a notch away from her cunt, making sure her son got the message by tracing her fingertip around the puckered dent.
"You'd take my cock back there ... let me fuck you there?" Clay gulped.
"Say it!" Marsha insisted.
"Fuck you in the ass, Mom?"
"Yes, fuck me in the ass," Marsha confirmed. "Fuck me in the ass!"
Clay's young cock angled up from his crotch now with jutting arousal. At his age, the asshole was definitely the most mysterious part of a woman's body. To a cherry teenager, fucking pussy was at least something he expected to happen sooner or later. But actually fucking ass? Nobody got that lucky.
"I-I can't believe you're really serious, Mom," Clay mumbled. "Your asshole looks so small... my cock's so big. Wouldn't it hurt you if I fucked you that way?"
"That's what getting fucked in the ass is all about for a woman," Marsha matter-of-factly replied. "Getting hurt so good she can't stand it from a big cock ramming all the way up into her belly. The more it feels like you're ripping me in half, the harder I'll come."
"Could I taste it first?" he nervously requested.
"All you want, darling," Marsha readily agreed. "Nothing like plenty of spit to grease the way for an ass-fuck later."
Quickly, Marsha felt her son's hot breath caressing the cheeks, crack and hole of her yawning ass. Then Clay's tongue played with the hair growing in the valley between her asscheeks.
"Pull it with your teeth," Marsha suggested.
Clay bit at the strands of floss and gently yanked. The roots tugged at the rim of his mother's asshole, providing just enough pain for Marsha to squeal with pleasure.
Clay kept it up. His mother's pussy began to spasm, the cunt lips swelling, then drooling with a fresh supply of fuck honey from the abruptly climaxing depths of her gash.
"Yes, my cunt just got so wet," Marsha moaned. "Dip your tongue in it for a second, then give me a rimjob so you can lube my asshole with my own pussy juice along with your spit."
Eagerly following instrcutions, Clay orally shafted his mother's oozing pussy. When his dripping tongue emerged, he immediately shifted targets and tasted ass for the first time.
She stretched the cheeks of her ass to widen the asshole. Slicked with pussy juice, her son's tongue squeezed at least half of its squirming bulk into the tight space.
She reached for her cunt and flicked her rigid clit. A liquid wave of pussy juice dribbled down her inner thighs. But this wasn't Marsha's only source of erotic release. Coming in her ass as well as her cunt, she orgasmically farted in her son's face._
"Suck it, suck it up," she hurriedly called back. "Suck the wind out of my asshole!"
Too caught up by lust to have second thoughts, Clay feasted on her perfumed aroma, letting it shoot up the funnel of his tongue into his mouth. Then he prodded another love-fart with a surge so deep it hiked his tongue.
"So much tongue. So much of it in my ass," Marsha bubbled in response. "If my ass can take this much of your tongue, then it's ready for your cock, darling. Put it in me now, Clay. Fuck Mommy's ass with your big, hard prick."
Clay pulled out his tongue, licking his lips as he straightened up on his knees and aimed his eager cock at the tightest opening a woman had to offer. Next, the knob of his prick flattened against the dent, trying to squeeze inside.
She lurched back again. This time, though, her son's crotch bucked forward at the same time. The result was total entry, Clay's prick buried so his balls were flush with Marsha's pussy.
"Ooooh, you're in me so far now that I can feel my hot shit seeping down your cock," Marsha croaked. "Can you feel it, too, darling? Feel mommy's hot shit leaking all over your cock while you fuck my ass? It's so dirty ... so nasty . . . sooooo nasty, dirty, filthy sexy!"
Clay couldn't wait to see his cock smeared with female shit. He pulled his prick out of Marsha's ass so only the head remained within, excitedly checking out the chocolate smear.
"Would you suck my prick after I'm through butt-fucking you, Mom?" he blurted.
"Darling," Marsha swooned, "you must be reading my mind!"
So now, with every reason to get his cock as filthy as possible, Clay rammed his nine-plus inches back up his mother's welcoming shitpit. When his cock was hilted again, Marsha rolled her hips, corkscrewing his cock inside her.
"Can't believe how fantastic this feels," she gusted. "Every time I move with your big cock up my ass, it goes straight to my cunt. Makes my clit ache like it's being twisted by a pair of pliers. Reach down and touch it, honey."
Clay groped between her thighs, locating the erect bullet of flesh his mother was talking about. At this point, her clit was so swollen that taking it between his thumb and finger like a miniature hard-on seemed like the only natural thing for Clay to do.
"Ahhhh, that's it," Marsha crooned with approval. "Jack it off. Jack off my clit while you're fucking my ass. Make me come twice as hard for you!"
Clay began to stroke the magic button within his pinching grasp. At the same time his cock was a brown blur, as he fucked in and out of his mother's ass tunnel.
"God, what coming!" Marsha crowed. "I can feel what you're doing to my ass with my clit, and the number on my clit in my ass." Hearing this, Clay wondered how long his mother could really keep it up. He would have been more than willing to put her to the test, except for one thing, which was his mounting need to come himself.
Clay wished he could come repeatedly, like his mother. But one shot per fuck was all he had. And he had saved it as long as he could.
"Gotta come, Mom!" he rasped. "Sorry if it's too soon."
"Silly boy," Marsha laughed. "It's never too soon for an assful of cum. Any woman would trade all her climaxes for that, especially from her own son's beautiful, young cock."
Sighing with relief, Clay fucked his prick into the balls. He let it stay there, relying on his mother's squeezing shitpit to pull the trigger on the loaded gun between his legs.
"Shoot it!" Marsha called, clamping down on her son's hiked prick with the muscles of her ass.
Clay's hard-on exploded. Liquid bullets fired from it, ripping beyond his mother's fucked ass into her belly.
"Oh, you stud!" Marsha yelped with joy. "Every time you come in me your cock shoots more jizz than the time before!"
"Don't think I could come this much fucking anyone else," he said. "Know what I mean, Mom?"
Marsha didn't bite, apparently having forgotten all about her earlier insistence on brother-sister incest. Clay decided not to push it, leaving well enough alone. If he ever did fuck his sister, he wanted to do it on his own, not because his mother made him.
She pulled away from the ass-fuck, turning around to gaze at Clay's crotch. His cock was filthy from being up her ass, but her eyes lit up like a little girl who'd just been offered her favorite kind of candy bar.
Sure she was talking about her earlier promise to suck his shitty prick, Clay answered, "No way, Mom. A deal's a deal."
"Good," Marsha said with sudden sharpness. "So when are you going to fuck your sister?"
Clay didn't know how to answer.
"Okay, I'll decide," Marsha interrupted his silence. "Tomorrow night. No point in putting it off."
Clay took a deep breath, wanting to take a stand. If only he could find the right words to speak his mind. After all, if he was old enough to fuck his mother, he was adult enough to make her listen to him.
"It's all settled. You're fucking your sister. Mommy's orders," Marsha whispered. "Now, seems to me we've got one, last, little treat before we're finished."
Her face dipped toward Clay's crotch. He felt her wet mouth around his filthy cock. He'd temporarily lost his hard-on, but it returned as his mother's blowjob grabbed hold.
Her suction gradually increased, until Clay's hips started to roll. He fucked her in the mouth the way he had at the beginning.
Before long, she pulled him on top of her, her face pinned beneath his grinding crotch. In a moment, Clay realized, all he would be able to think about was shooting his wad in her mouth, her power over him complete.
"Whatever you say, Mom," he sighed in total submission, making his decision just before his prick creamed in Marsha's sucking mouth and nothing else mattered but coming.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day after her seduction of her son, Marsha turned on the burner to bring incest to a boil in her family. On the table before her were samples of her husband's and youngest daughter's handwriting. She practiced a few times, then wrote a single word on two slips of paper.
"Tonight," the notes said, one forged in Jay's scrawl, the other in Sally's girlish style. Then, leaving the table, Marsha left the message supposedly from each in a place where the other would find it.
When Sally read the note, she'd undoubtedly make herself available at the same time and place where he'd fucked her before. Except, according to Marsha's devilish plan, Sally would wind up tempted by another variety of incest than putting out for her dad-namely, the brother-sister kind.
For, it was Clay whom Marsha would steer into the living room tonight. As for Jay, he could be taken care of so that he wouldn't be able to connect with Sally until it was too late.
She went into the bathroom. Dropping her slacks and panties, she sat on the edge of the tub with her thighs spread, a razor in one hand and a can of foam in the other. It was something she'd always wanted to try anyway. When she was finished, the results were very pleasing.
"My cunt looks so good shaved that Jay won't be able to resist sucking and fucking me when I show it off, even with Sally waiting in the living room," Marsha predicted.
Jay Fielding's cock had been hard ever since he'd come home from work and found the note from his youngest daughter. He was on pins and needles. But, in the meantime, he had to go through his normal routine to throw off suspicion. Read the paper, eat dinner, watch TV.
But the toughest part was going to bed. He had to lie on his stomach to hide his rigid prick from his wife, and it was damned uncomfortable. Necessary, though. If Marsha saw how stiff his prick was, she might assume his cock was that way for her, and Jay certainly had no intention of wasting a hard-on like this on fucking the woman he was married to.
So he pretended to be asleep. Meanwhile, Marsha sat up in bed and read.
"Mmmm," she sighed to herself, "this is such a dirty book. It's got my pussy soaking wet."
At this point, Jay could hear a rhythmic squishing from his wife's side of the bed. Even with his eyes closed, he knew Marsha was playing with her moist cunt.
"Damn, my fingers aren't good enough tonight, not as horny as I am from reading this book," Marsha sighed. "I need the real thing. Cock."
Jay clung to his phony sleep, giving her no encouragement. Marsha, however, was not easily discouraged. Jay felt her pulling the covers off him. Then she was kissing his ass, before snaking her tongue between the cheeks and licking his balls.
She rolled him over onto his back. Jay could keep his eyes closed, but he couldn't conceal his boner.
"The rest of you might be asleep," Marsha steamily noted, "but, mmmm, your cock's wide awake."
Straddling her husband's loins, Marsha began to rub her cunt against his cock and balls. Jay immediately flinched, for even without looking he could tell there was something very different about his wife's pussy this evening. It felt too smooth.
"Shaved," Jay whispered under his breath.
He peeked through the slits of his eyes to be sure. Sure enough, there wasn't a hair to be seen between his wife's legs. Marsha had shaved her cunt as bald as a little girl's. It would be easy for Jay to believe that the pussy belonged to someone even younger than his daughters.
It was a fantasy Jay could not resist.
Ready to be hooked, Jay said to Marsha, "Talk baby-talk to me, honey. Like a little girl."
Marsha was more than ready for him. "Oh, jeepers, I know I'm not very old. Don't even have any hair down there yet. But I feel so grown up when I see your big, hard-"
"You mean my big, hard cock, sweetheart?" he said. "My prick? My dick? Say it. You feel so grown up when you see what?" "Your big, hard cock . . . prick . . . dick." "And what part of you does my cock make feel the most grown up?" Jay prompted, as though he were drawing out a child.
"Down between my legs where the hair doesn't grow yet," Marsha answered in a squeak.
"That's your cunt, sweetheart. Your cunt . . . your pussy . . . your twat."
"My cunt is so wet when I look at your cock," Marsha panted, as if she were truly using the words for the first time. "Know what I wish? That you could put your cock in my cunt and . . . and ..."
"Fuck you, baby? Fuck your smooth, little cunt with my big, hard cock?"
"Oh, yes! Please yes!" Marsha girlishly begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your cock!" Marsha slipped the head of his prick between her pussy lips. His hips automatically surged from below, making her juicy cunt squish as he fucked his cock straight up into her.
And when she eased down, taking his hard-on to the balls in her hairless cunt, Marsha began twisting at the waist to turn on the friction.
"Do you like the way I fuck your cock with my cunt?" Marsha asked in a small voice, the way an anxious little girl would when she was trying to please an adult. "You wouldn't rather be fucking somebody else, would you?"
"Honey, you just keep doing what you're doing, and I'll keep doing what I'm doing, and everything'll be perfect," Jay answered, clearly having forgotten about his daughter in favor of Marsha's shaved pussy. "I'm not going anywhere."
Sally Fielding had slipped out of bed and into the living room almost a half an hour ago, eager to be fucked. But her father had still not appeared. Worse, as she impatiently waited, Sally thought she could hear the squeaking of bedsprings from her parents' room.
She tried to convince herself, "No, Daddy wouldn't fuck Mom on the same night he promised to fuck me."
But then Sally heard, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your cock!"
Now she burned with jealousy.
"That old bitch isn't good enough for daddy," Sally seethed. "I'm the one whose pussy his cock is made for. Why doesn't mom just give it up?"
But, then, it gradually occurred to Sally that her anger should really be directed at her father rather than her mother. After all, her mom was just getting the sex she thought she was entitled to as a wife.
"Daddy could've . . . should've said no to the old bitch," Sally muttered. "No matter how much mom wanted his cock, he knew I was waiting for him to fuck me. It's not fair. He can fuck mom on his own time."
At this point, Sally just wished she had a way to get even with her father for cheating on her with her mother. The obvious revenge was to cheat right back on him.
"If I don't own daddy, then he sure as anything doesn't own me," she said. "Besides, I'm so damned horny I'm just about ready to fuck anybody with a hard cock between his legs."
Sally guessed that the best she could do was fingerfuck her yearning cunt to a couple of quick climaxes. Indeed, her hand was already beneath her robe, stroking.
"Mmmm," she moaned, digging into her spasming cunt. "Feels almost good enough to make me forget how daddy double-crossed me by fucking mom tonight instead of me."
Sally slumped on the couch, her robe falling all the way open so her naked body trembled in exposure. Her feet up on the coffee table so her knees were raised, she forced her entire hand up her pussy.
"Even daddy's cock isn't this big," she gasped, clenching her knuckles to make a fist inside her cunt.
Her wrist rhythmically jerked. Pussy juice leaked from the bottom of her stretched cunt and leaked down the crack of her ass. Then Sally took her free hand and began fingerfucking her moistened asshole as well.
Sally climaxed with a shudder, then fist-fucked her cunt and fingerfucked her asshole during the orgasm in order to come even more powerfully on the second wave of erotic pleasure. It worked. Her first climax gave way to another climax.
"Guess I can go back to bed now," she murmured, absent mindedly licking the flavor of her pussy and ass off her fingers once she'd satisfied her need to come. "Didn't need any help from anybody at all."
Sally suddenly stopped short, her naked body locking with tension. Were those footsteps she heard from the hallway?
Immediately she knew that she'd been lying to herself. Fact was, her hunger for a big, stiff cock remained as strong as ever. Getting off by her own hand could never substitute for actually being fucked by a pumping hard-on.
When the footsteps resumed after a short lapse, Sally called in a whisper, "Who's there?" She'd started to ask if it was her father, then held her tongue when she heard the bedsprings from her parents' room still squeaking in the background.
"Clay, is that you?" Sally then called.
He appeared. Sally had made no attempt to cover her naked body. Seeing her, Clay got an immediate hard-on which his pajama bottoms could not contain.
"I couldn't sleep," sister said to brother, showing off her juicy cunt and reddened asshole. "I guess from looking at me you can tell why."
"Yeah, Sis," Clay mumbled. "Seeing you like that doesn't leave too much to the imagination."
"You're not exactly any mystery to me, either," Sally teased, staring pointedly at her brother's throbbing boner. "Wanna do something about it?"
Clay nervously approached the couch. When he was there, Sally leaned toward his crotch while she sat. His cockhead pulsed directly under her nose, making his prick a perfect target for her abruptly licking tongue.
"Mmmm," she slurped, "your prick is as sweet as it is big. I never knew you were hung like this."
"I-I never knew you were interested," Clay stammered.
"Any girl who says she's not that kind of girl," Sally teased some more, "is a damned liar. We're as hot for your cocks as you guys are for our pussies. That's what makes the world go round."
Clay mumbled, "Jeez, and I thought you were still cherry-*
"Same here about you," Sally admitted. "Hope you're as glad about being wrong about me as I am about you."
She closed her mouth around her brother's awaiting cockhead. Her suction was expert, her confidence in her ability to give a blowjob so strong that she had no need to rush things.
"Wow, Sis, you sure can suck a guy's prick," he praised. "The way you're doing it, by the time you swallow my whole dick I'll be ready to come."
"And I'll drink every drop," Sally promised with a mouthful of cock.
"My jizz is starting to rise," Clay panted. "My balls feel like corks that are bobbing up and down in their own cream."
At her brother's mention of his balls, Sally began to gently squeeze them while she sucked cock. In addition, her other hand loosened Clay's pajama bottoms so they fell, then massaged the cheeks of his bare ass.
"Put your finger up my asshole, Sis," Clay requested.
Sally stabbed one finger in.
"Almost there, Sis," he croaked. "My whole cock's almost in your mouth."
Sally added a second finger in his ass, digging at the sensitive gland which throbbed at the base of his balls. Clay's crotch bucked again. This time his big cock jammed to the hilt, his sister deep-throating every inch.
"Told you I'd come when you swallowed my whole prick, Sis," Clay rasped, and made good on his word.
His jizz spurted like syrupy piss, gushing toward Sally's belly. Now she made good on her word. She drank every drop of cum. Indeed, when Clay's cock had slowed to a dribble, she released all except the head from her mouth and sucked the way a baby would nurse on a milky nipple.
As the dregs of his cum were drained by his thirsty sister, Clay was already thinking ahead to fucking her. She wouldn't stop sucking his cock, though, and if she kept it up he might unload again in her mouth. Not wanting to waste another wad in a place where he'd just shot one, Clay decided to take charge.
"Enough cocksucking, Sis," he impatiently snapped, pushing Sally's face away. "Let's fuck."
Sally saw how hard his cock still was and started to automatically agree. But then she held her tongue, her silence increasing her brother's impatience.
"If you're thinking about backing out, Sis, it's too late," Clay warned. "You've teased my prick too damned much for me to back off from fucking you now. I'll get rough if I have to." And Sally could no longer conceal her true feelings. "Oooooh, I was hoping you'd say that! Yes, come on strong, stud! Be as macho as you can!"
Past the point of no return, Clay snorted, "You asked for it, bitch!"
He took her legs, lifting and forcing them back over her head.
Without hesitation, Clay brutally fucked his prick into her. Her abruptly fucked pussy squished like a sponge, as excess juice bubbled from its stretched rim.
"Oh, your cock feels so big in my cunt. Even bigger than I thought it would," Sally gurgled with joy.
"What about all the other guys who've fucked you, Sis? Any of 'em hung any better than me?" Clay quizzed.
But Sally answered his question with one of her own. "What about my cunt, Clay? Is it tight enough for you? Super-tight and super-wet the way I want it to be for you? Tighter and wetter than the other girls you've fucked?" Clay countered, "I asked you first, Sis." "What difference does that make?" Sally shot back.
As they fucked in silence, brother and sister each began to suspect that the other was hiding something about previous sex partners.
Sally sort of broke the ice. "Actually, I haven't fucked that many guys. To tell you the truth, one before now. Before that I was still cherry."
This made it easier for Clay to admit, "I just lost my cherry, too."
Then, as his cock worked in her pussy, brother and sister looked one another in the eye and asked the same question at the same time. "Who with?"
"Daddy!" Sally revealed.
Simultaneously, Clay blurted, "Mom!"
And then brother and sister just stared at each other in awe.
"So that's it," Clay whispered, finally breaking the silence. "That's why mom wanted me to fuck you so much. She was using me to get even with dad for what he did to you."
"Mom put you up to this?" Sally gulped.
Clay nodded.
"Well, that explains why she jumped daddy tonight," Sally reasoned. "Mom knew somehow that I'd be in here waiting for him, so she fucked him first. Then I'd be all hot and bothered, ready to go after your cock when you showed up."
"Okay, suppose that's right," Clay muttered. "Where do we go from here, Sis?"
"All the way!" Sally answered without a hitch. "The main thing is that one way or another, your cock's in my cunt. And, yes, it's bigger than daddy's. How about my cunt? Is it as tight and wet as mom's pussy?"
"Tighter. Wetter," Clay told his sister.
"Then why are we wasting our time talking about you fucking mom and me fucking daddy, when it's your big cock in my tight, wet pussy now?" Sally seductively crooned. "Forget about them and just fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!"
She lowered her legs. Then they were wrapped around Clay's waist. She pulled his crotch flush with hers, packing his prick inside her pussy. "Oh, make me come, Clay, make me come so much I can't stand how good it feels," Sally urged. Clay reached into the crush of loins, finding his sister's clit at the top of her cock-stuffed pussy. Taking the magic button between his thumb and finger, he twisted it around double.
"Ahhhh, that's it!" Sally orgasmically swooned. "I'm coming now. Only thing that'll make it better is if you come right along with me."
"I'm ready, Sis! Damned ready!" Clay declared. "Make it happen for me, Sis. Make me come in your cunt."
Sally grabbed his balls. One squeeze was all it took. Clay's prick exploded.
"Your cum is soooo hot. And there's soooo much of it," Sally groaned with delight. "More, more, more! Then when you're through, before you lose your hard-on hurry up and stick it in my ass and fuck me there."
"Okay, Sis," he told her when his climax slowed to a dribble in her cunt. "I'm ready to switch."
"Ooooh, rip me, rip me!" Sally begged, as her brother's prick made the shift from one fuckhole to the other. "Fuck my ass until I shit all over your cock!"
"You already are, Sis," Clay chuckled, listening to the gurgling result of his hilted prick up his sister's rear chute. "All that sweet shit's making your ass nice 'n' slippery."
"Then hang on for the ride, brother dear," Sally answered. "Cause I've got you right where I want you."
CHAPTER FIVE
They had finished fucking right on schedule. In spite of her seemingly boundless passion, Marsha had seduced her husband by the clock. Almost a half an hour to the minute after she'd made her first move, her shaved pussy was full of Jay's cum and she'd rolled over to apparently go to sleep.
She lay there with one ear cocked, though, listening for the signs that her husband had remembered how their daughter was expecting him in the living room. That he would do so was all part of Marsha's plan.
What Marsha had counted on was that, while she was fucking Jay, her children, thanks to her earlier string-pulling, had discovered brother-sister incest. It seemed foolproof.
"Sally," Jay Fielding hissed, sitting up in bed beside the wife he'd just fucked when he was supposed to be fucking his little girl. "I forgot all about her because of Marsha and that damned shaved pussy."
Realizing he might have said too much and sppken too loudly in his wife's presence, Jay bit his lip and nudged Marsha to see if she was awake. She didn't budge.
"Sound asleep," he sighed with relief.
Now Jay got out of bed, looking down at the cock his wife had fucked limp and knowing he had a lot of explaining to do to his horny daughter.
He walked along the hall, noticing that the light was on in the living room. Yes, Sally was waiting up for him all right. And Jay felt a welcome stirring in his cock at the thought of her naked charms.
"Yeah, looks like everything'll work out okay at that," he predicted, watching his prick rise. "I'll just give Sally a line of bullshit, then stick my cock in her mouth and start her sucking before she can ask too many questions."
By the time he reached the entrance to the living room, Jay had another jutting hard-on.
Then Jay poked his head around the corner, scanning the room for his little girl. He lost that hard-on along with his breath, as though he'd just been kicked in the stomach and the balls at the same time.
Jay might have fucked both of his daughters, but he wasn't prepared for this from two of his children, not to catch his son Clay ass-fucking his sister Sally.
Jay's immediate urge was to charge into the open, pull Clay from between Sally's legs, then beat the little punk senseless. After that he would go to work on his whore of a daughter. That he might be jealous didn't occur to him.
But then he was reminded of his own incestuous guilt from a totally unexpected source. Indeed, he was caught as much by surprise by the whispering voice in his ear as he'd been by Clay and Sally fucking.
"Now you know what it feels like to watch, Jay," Marsha said to her astonished husband, having appeared without warning by his side in the hallway. "Now you know what I went through when I walked in on you and the girls. Yes, I know about you and Sally, along with what happened last year with Donna."
"You set this up, didn't you?" he hissed. "Did it to get even with me for fucking the girls." Marsha didn't deny it. "It's not just the kids who deserve a whip-ping.for what they've done. I ought to beat you black and blue, you bitch," Jay seethed.
"Shhh, the kids'll overhear you," Marsha cautioned. "Be a shame if we broke up their party now."
"I'll do more than break up their party," Jay vowed, although his voice had lowered. "I'll break a few butts and bones-"
"And just what'll that accomplish?" Marsha cut in.
Instead of admitting he really didn't know, Jay defensively countered, "You have any better ideas?"
"A few," Marsha answered. "I want to get even, but not in the way you think. Actually my idea was more along the line of getting my share." "What're you trying to say, Marsha?" Jay gulped.
"Maybe just what you think," Marsha saucily replied. "Go ahead, take a stab at it."
"You're trying to make me think you'd fuck Clay if you had the chance, aren't you, the way I did the girls?" Jay muttered.
"I already have fucked Clay," Marsha said.
Jay stammered, "Y-you're bluffing. You don't have the guts to go that far."
"Then I wouldn't have the guts to go out there and suck and fuck with the kids now either, would I? Join the party instead of breaking it up?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Watch me!"
Just like that, Marsha turned on her heel and marched back up the hall. On the way, the robe that had been all she was wearing was left behind. When she stepped into the living room, she was stark naked.
Jay listened for the kids' reaction, and there was a gasp from Clay and blurted astonishment from Sally. But then an eerie silence followed, as Jay's imagination ran wild.
He couldn't stand the suspense, edging toward the living room. And when he caught sight of the latest development, he froze all over again. For, instead of Clay and Sally being so shocked that they'd stopped fucking, their mother had made it a threesome. Adding her shaved cunt to the action, Marsha had crushed it against her son's face while his prick remained in his sister's asshole.
Sally moaned, "Gee, I don't know how or why this is happening, but I wouldn't change it for the world. Mrnrnm, my own brother eating out our mom's shaved pussy while he fucks my ass. What a fantastic trip I"
"I didn't ask for this . . . still don't understand it," Jay panted. "But no way I'm getting left out now that it's here."
Jay had an enormous hard-on at this point. I led him into the living room, where he cleared his throat to call attention to himself.
"Oh, Daddy," Sally squealed, "you too? C'mere and put your big cock in my mouth so I can suck it at the same time as Clay's sucking mom's cunt and fucking my ass."
Jay streaked to her. His daughter promptly gobbled his prick to his balls. Meanwhile, Clay kept tonguing Marsha's hairless pussy while his prick pumped in Sally's squishing shitpit.
"Well, still think I'm bluffing?" Marsha playfully taunted her husband.
"Guess not," Jay sighed. "Looks like we still have a lot in common after all, old girl."
"Thanks to these super kids," Marsha said with parental pride. "I just hope Sally's sucking your cock half as good as Clay's eating my pussy."
"They're doing pretty good betweem themselves, too," Jay noted with equal pride. "Clay's fucking Sally's ass as good as I did."
"He ought to be ready to come pretty soon," Marsha predicted. "Bet that young cock'll really shoot a load of jizz up Sally's tight, little butt."
Then, as if on cue, Clay's crotch violently bucked, driving his prick especially deep in his sister's asshole. In reaction, Sally pushed back, her loins straining to signal that something important was taking place.
"Damn, if I don't think that Clay's coming right now," Marsha said.
She pulled her son's head up from her shaved pussy. The look on his face was one of sheer bliss.
"Mmm, you're coming all right, aren't you, Son?" Marsha sighed.
Clay breathlessly panted, "I'm coming so much in sis's ass it feels like I'm pissing."
"I'm just about to do the same thing in the little girl's mouth," Jay chimed in, as Sally continued blowing him.
"No, Jay, don't come in Sally's mouth," Marsha suggested to her husband. "Save it for her ass."
"But that's where Clay's already shooting it into her," Jay pointed out.
"Exactly. So when he pulls out, Sally will be lubed in advance for your cock to slip right in to the balls and shoot another wad up her butt," Marsha said. "That is, unless you've got something against 'sloppy seconds,' Jay, honey 1"
"Hear that, Clay?" Marsha asked her son after Jay had agreed to go along. "Your dad's ready to take over fucking your sister's ass as soon as you're through coming. Then, while he's filling Sally's little ass with even more cock and jizz, I'll suck you back to another hard-on."
"Sounds good to me, Mom," Clay agreed.
His prick had just pinched off its last creamy blast. His cock was still dripping when he withdrew from his sister's asshole. His prick was smudged, of course, with Sally's shit after such a deep ass-fuck.
"Mmmm, chocolate, my favorite kind of sweet," Marsha giggled as she viewed her son's filthy tool. "Feed it to me, Clay."
She drew her son away from Jay and Sally so father and daughter would have room to get going, while Marsha herself knelt before Clay in the classic cocksucking position. His prick was at half-mast for only as long as it took his mother to close her mouth around his cock.
In the meantime, Jay flipped Sally over onto her hands and knees. Her previously fucked asshole squished as he drove his big prick in from behind, her brother's leftover jizz leaking down onto her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy," Sally squealed with glee, "it makes me feel like such a whore to be fucked in the same place twice in a row by one cock right after another. What a dirty, filthy feeling. I just love it to death!"
Increasing her joy even more, her father pumped his prick in her well-lubed shitpit. Sally rocked to and fro on her knees to match the rhythmic cock-thrusts, quickly climaxing from this ass-fuck as hard as she had from the one her brother had treated her to.
"I'm coming just as good from your prick up my ass as I did from Clay's, Daddy," she orgasmically moaned. "Now if you shoot as much jizz in me as he did-"
"You got it, baby!" Jay cut in.
He buried his cock to the root in Sally's ass chute, just as his climax erupted.
"Oh, Daddy, your cum's shooting all the way into my tummy," Sally rasped. "And it's so hot . . . and there's so much of it. So much hot cum gushing into me."
Then, Jay's balls had been drained. He eased his prick out of Sally's asshole, anticipating a rest before any more fucking. But she had other ideas.
She called over her shoulder, "Don't stop now, Daddy! Hurry up and stick your cock in my cunt before you lose your hard-on. I'll do the rest."
Jay wasn't capable of saying no to his precious little girl at this point. His prick automatically shifted from one fuckhole to the other. Her cunt's youthful muscles squeezing around his entering meat, Sally's pussy suffered not a bit in comparison, seeming just as tight as her asshole had been.
Pushing him back onto his elbows, Sally landed in the saddle of Jay's loins, pinning him beneath her. She was sitting now, with his prick straight up her pussy. Then her crotch began to rise and fall, causing her cunt to jerk around her dad's upright cock.
"Oh, yeah, baby, do it, do it," Jay gasped. "Fuck me, Sally, fuck me. Keep fucking me like this and I'll come all over again in your pussy as much as I just did in your ass."
"Mmmm, Daddy, that's one promise I know I can make you keep," Sally vowed.
"Sorry it's taking me so long to come in your mouth, Mom," Clay said, "but I already fucked sis's pussy and ass before you and dad showed up. You just keep sucking my cock, though, and you won't stay thirsty for long."
But Marsha was impatient. In addition to deep-throating her son's prick, she squeezed his balls to prime his supply of cum. Then one of her fingers found its squirming way up his asshole.
"Yeah, I'm getting there, Mom," Clay panted. "Keep it up . . . keep it going."
Marsha, however, went farther than maintaining the status quo. At first Clay couldn't figure it out when she abruptly released his prick. He understood, though, when she stuffed both of his balls in her mouth and turned on more suction than any guy could stand very long without coming.
After not more than a slurping moment of this, Clay cried, "All right, Mom, you've done it! Just watch me come for you now!"
His flexing cock jumped, tugging his churning balls free from his mother's oral grasp. Then, when his jizz spurted and fell, Marsha caught it with her open mouth as if she were drinking from a gushing fountain.
Clay jacked off the rest of the way to satisfy her taste for cum, coaxing the dregs of his climax forth with a handjob. When he'd slowed to a dribble, his mother licked his sticky fingers and dripping cock until the fuck cream was gone and they glistened with her spit rather than jizz.
"That was a helluva blowjob, Mom," Clay sighed with admiration when it was over. "Nobody else but you could've sucked that much cum out of my balls so soon after I'd just fucked sis in her pussy and ass."
"What about me?" Marsha said. "Am I gonna get your big cock in my pussy and ass the same way Sally did?"
"Jeez, Mom, I'm only human," Clay answered. "Maybe later, but right now my cock needs some rest. Just look."
He pointed to his crotch. His spent cock was totally limp. Even Marsha had to accept that it would be a waste of time to try and make him fuck her at this point. But, on the other hand, she was still horny.
She turned from her son toward her husband and daughter. Sally was on top of the action over there, guiding her young pussy up and down Jay's standing prick. Looked like something was about to happen, too, because Sally's movements were getting increasingly frantic and her dad writhed beneath her.
Aware that Marsha was watching, Sally called, "Daddy's gonna come, Mom. Get down close here where his cock's in my cunt and you can get a real good look."
Marsha was right there, kneeling beside the fucking couple. But she did more than just watch. Her tongue was irresistibly drawn to the union of cock and pussy, and the next thing she knew she was lapping all around the crotches of her husband and daughter.
"Mmmm, Mom, you devil," Sally laughed. "This way you can lick daddy's cum when it leaks out of my cunt after his prick shoots it into me."
Sally might as well have been reading her mother's mind, because Marsha had just had the same idea a split-second before. Now all it would take was Jay's cooperation, which he quickly gave by coming.
As Jay's cock spurted its creamy torrent in their daughter's cunt, Marsha licked all around Sally's oozing pussy lips. However, although she was supposed to be feasting on her husband's leaking jizz, it occurred to her that the real thrill was tasting her little girl's cunt.
In the past, Marsha had never experienced any meaningful lesbian desires. But, all of a sudden, running her tongue all over a cunt seemed like the most natural thing there was- especially when it was her daughter's cunt.
And then there was Jay. Marsha would wind up sucking her husband's cock while their son fucked her from behind, with Sally watching. Then, later, Sally would take on both dicks at the same time, with Marsha looking on.
It was hardly a dull evening, to put it mildly, and Marsha wouldn't have traded it for anything. But, still, she paid special attention to her tempting daughter throughout the action, while noticing that Sally also seemed to steal more than a few glimpses at her.
CHAPTER SIX
They were alone together, each sensing the other had done her best to get Jay and Clay out of the house.
"Wonder if there's anything good on TV," Sally said. "Guess I'll turn it on and find out."
"Wait, I've got a better idea," Marsha replied.
"What, Mom?" Sally anxiously asked, her eyes aglow with anticipation.
It was now or never, Marsha realized.
"In place of turning on the TV, darling," she purred to her luscious daughter, "why don't I turn you on instead?"
Sally blinked in response, muttering, "Did I hear you right, Mom?"
Marsha took a deep breath and said, "Absolutely, darling."
Standing, Marsha began unbuttoning her blouse as she edged across the room toward Sally.
Sally gulped when her mother's braless tits sprang free. Her own tits swelled under her tight sweater.
"Well?" Marsha whispered.
Sally immediately pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She also wore no bra. Her perfect young tits heaved in exposure, the aroused nipples as plump and red as ripe strawberries.
Then it was Marsha's turn again. She stripped away her skirt. Panties weren't part of her wardrobe today either. With no hair on her shaved crotch to block the view, her swollen pussy lips quivered with excitement.
"Oh, Mom," Sally panted, "we were so busy sucking and fucking dad and Clay last night that I never got a chance to tell you how beautiful your shaved pussy is."
"Would you have eaten it if we'd been alone, darling?" Marsha steamily asked.
Licking her lips, Sally hungrily replied, "You know I wanted to. You must've seen the way I kept looking at your pussy."
"Then what are we waiting for, sweetheart?" Marsha seductively cooed.
Mother and daughter closed the remaining distance between them, then Marsha removed Sally's shorts and panties. The curly triangle between the teenager's thighs bristled with excitement.
"Mmmm, your pussy's so wet for me," mother told daughter. "Now feel how wet my pussy is for you, princess."
Sally slipped her trembling hand into the crux of Marsha's thighs.
"Can I fingerfuck your cunt, Mom?" Sally eagerly asked.
"Only if you let me fingerfuck yours at the same time and kiss me too," Marsha answered.
Their mouths met first. Then, as they exchanged darting tongues, their fingers wriggled into each other's pussy. The kiss wasn't broken until mother and daughter had both climaxed, female cum trickling down their inner thighs.
"I've got to eat you right now," Marsha gasped. "Eat your pussy while you're eating mine."
"On the couch or in bed, Mom?"
"Can't wait to get to either. Let's do it right here, baby."
They pulled each other down to the floor. Marsha got on top, swinging around above her naked daughter to face down toward that succulent teenage cunt while her own thighs straddled Sally's head.
"Together, let's start together," Marsha urged. "Let's start eating pussy together and try to come together."
So, beginning the lesbian sixty-nine, mother and daughter put their mouths on the juicy cunt before them. Neither had ever tried bi-sex before, but their tongues could do no wrong. Sally's surged deep within her mother's pussy. Marsha licked her daughter's girlish clit. They came together.
"Oh, sugar," Marsha moaned, "we couldn't do anything wrong if we tried. We're made for each other. Quick, let's come together again before the first time wears off."
To prompt another climax from her daughter, Marsha lapped down from Sally's clit at the top of her cunt to the puckered dent a notch below her pussy. Then Marsha was rimming like an experienced dyke, tasting her first female asshole. "Mmmm, Mom, I love it down there," Sally groaned with pleasure.
"So do I, honey," Marsha slurped in reply. "The more tongue you put in my ass, the more-I'll put up yours."
"Will you fart for me, Mom?" Sally eagerly asked. "Fart while you come?"
"Only if you'll be doing it back."
"Oooh, I already am!" Sally squealed.
She farted in her delighted mother's face. At the same time, she also poked her tongue into her mother's asshole.
"Now it's my turn," Marsha murmured.
She farted too. Sally sucked at her mother's windy aroma as it whistled up the funnel of her ass-probing tongue.
"Next time I fart, I'm gonna come along with it," Marsha promised.
"Make me fart and come at the same time you do, Mom," Sally urged.
Then Sally was rimming Marsha's asshole again. And Marsha rimmed Sally. And mother and daughter were fingerfucking one another's pussy as well. When they farted again, this time together, fresh cum oozed from their cunts and ran down their arms.
They kept it up until the orgasmic farting became something more than just perfumed wind and they could taste each other's seeping shit. At this point, they transferred their filthy tongues back to their cunts. Poking in just the right way, they finished the sixty-nine by forcing spontaneous pissing in each other's mouth.
"God, Mom, you make me feel soooo dirty," Sally swooned when they broke apart. "I can't get enough of it!"
"Same here, baby," Marsha readily, answered. "Anything special you want me to do now?"
"Well, this might sound kinda silly," Sally muttered, "but I can't help being sorta jealous of... . well, you know. Your pussy, Mom. Wish mine was shaved as smooth as yours is."
"Say no more!" Marsha happily replied. More than anxious to make her daughter's wish come true, she was already on her way to the bathroom for some lather and a razor.
"Oh, I can hardly wait to have my pussy as smooth as it was when I was still a little girl."
Having moved to the couch, Sally spread her legs as far apart as they would stretch. With one of her knees raised and swung to the side, and the other hooked in the opposite direction over the armrest, she flexed her crotch in readiness for the foam and blade.
"Mmmm, this is gonna be even more fun than when I shaved my own pussy," Marsha lilted, kneeling before her spread-legged daughter and pointing the nozzle of the aerosol can of lather straight at Sally's pussy.
Marsha pressed the button and the foam whooshed. Soon it had blanketed the hairy triangle of her daughter's bush. Then the razor came into play, tugging at the rims of Sally's pussy lips.
"Mmmm, the blade's just dull enough to feel so good on my cunt," Sally moaned with pleasure. "I could come just from getting my pussy shaved."
"Be my guest, honey," Marsha prompted, expertly stimulating her daughter's ultra-responsive cunt at the same time she sheared the pussy.
Sally's eyelids fluttered and her breath gusted. Then she was drooling, both from her mouth and between her legs.
"Feels just super," Sally sighed. "Guess I'll just keep right on coming until you've shaved my cunt completely bald, Mom."
As her daughter gulped and gurgled from a cluster of climaxes, Marsha guided the razor up, down and around the teenager's juicy cunt. Gradually the lather disappeared from Sally's crotch, along with, most importantly, all the hair. The only place any hair grew anymore was in the crack of Sally's ass.
"Might as well go all the way with this," Marsha noted.
She spread her daughter's asscheeks, where plenty of pussy juice and lather had oozed. The razor quickly did its work, the slightly dull blade tugging around the pucker of Sally's asshole. After that, Marsha dipped her face into the spread of those teenage thighs to lick away the final traces of foam.
"There," Marsha announced. "Clean as a whistle!"
"Oh, rind me a mirror, Mom, so I can get a real good look," Sally anxiously requested.
Marsha got the mirror and gave it to her daughter. Holding it between her spread thighs and asscheeks, Sally looked down and instantly fell in love with her new image.
"It's so beautiful," she swooned at the sight of her smooth crotch and ass crack. "Without any hair in the way I can see every little detail of my cunt and asshole."
"Mmmm, so can I," Marsha murmured, also studying the mirror's eye-catching reflection. "Your pussy and ass look so damned adorable I just wish I could trade places with your father so I had the cock to fuck them."
"Maybe you can," Sally breathlessly suggested. "I mean fuck me. But you don't need to trade places with daddy. Think I know how you can grow a cock of your own, Mom-that is, if you're ready for something really wild."
"Baby, I'm ready for anything!" Marsha homily declared. "Just point me in the right direction."
"Try the kitchen, Mom," Sally panted with excitement. "There must be something in there that-"
"I'm way ahead of you, darling!" Marsha interrupted, then was on her way in search of a substitute cock.
She found a cucumber in the refrigerator. Running warm water over it took away the chill, so it felt like a column of living flesh in Marsha's grasp.
"Mom, it's perfect!" Sally whooped when she saw it. "And to think about all the times I've complained about cucumbers in the salad."
"That's 'cause I made the mistake of slicing them," Marsha teased back. "There're a lot more, uh, appetizing this way, don't you think?"
Marsha held the cucumber down at her crotch, so one end slipped slightly between her pussy lips and the rest of it curved up like a jutting hard-on. Then she gave herself a make-believe handjob, much to her daughter's delight.
"God, are you hung or what, Mom!" Sally squealed. "That thing must be almost a foot long, and soooo thick. You know what else, too?"
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Marsha answered. "How about this? If I stuck one end in my pussy first, then when I fucked you there'd be no reason why you couldn't fuck me at the same time."
Marsha stuffed as many inches of the makeshift cock in her cunt as were needed to lock it securely in place. Then she advanced toward the couch, aiming her female hard-on at Sally's waiting crotch.
"Beg me for it," Marsha hotly requested when she arrived within striking distance.
"Shove it, Mom! Please fuck me!"
Marsha's crotch bucked like a man's. The cucumber sank into her daughter's welcoming pussy. When Sally pushed back, the other end recoiled in Marsha's cunt.
"Oh, baby, I can feel it as much as you do," mother told daughter, as the two of them joined at their crotches and began rolling their hips. "We really are fucking each other!"
"Which one of us do you think will come first?" Sally asked.
"Why don't we do it the way we did when we were sixty-nining, darling," Marsha answered. "Together!"
Without further delay, mother and daughter climaxed in the same instant. Just as they shared the same fucking tool in their stuffed cunts, they shared orgasmic vibrations. It was as if each had temporarily crawled into the other's writhing body. They didn't just come together, they came as one.
"Ahhh, what a trip," Sally moaned when she could speak again. "But now let's take it even farther. Know where I want you to fuck me now, Mom?"
Marsha didn't have to be told. She was already withdrawing half the cucumber from her daughter's cunt. The vegetable was slicked with pussy juice, making it perfectly lubed for the next, much tighter hole it was about to enter.
"Oh, yes, Mom, yes!" Sally urged, as her mother aimed the business-end of the makeshift cock a notch below her cunt. "Fuck me in the ass with that beautiful monster!"
Marsha took the plunge. As the cucumber surged into her daughter's shitpit, she could feel the other half jamming harder than ever in her own cunt.
With the two-way dildo buried equally in pussy and ass, Marsha and Sally pumped their loins for maximum friction.
When, eventually, their latest shared climax had run its course and they were both eager for more, Sally suggested, "Bet our 'cock' is nice 'n' shitty now from being crammed up my ass. It'd feel dirty as hell if you shoved it back up my pussy. So dirty that I bet I'd come for you all over again, Mom."
Needing no additional persuasion, Marsha withdrew the cucumber from her daughter's asshole. It was smeared with female fudge when she returned it to Sally's waiting cunt, and buried it so her own hairless cunt wound up flush with her little girl's shaved crotch.
"Isn't it super how without any hair in the way our pussy lips almost kiss while we're fucking?" Sally noted.
"Our clits can, too," Marsha answered, angling the next cock-thrust so their magic buttons came into orgasmic contact.
"Damn, this is the best coming yet!" Sally crowed. "But it's just gonna get better and better. Just hold on, Mom, and I'll show you how."
Now it was Sally's turn to maneuver the dildo. She removed it from her mother's pussy, ready to direct the course of the fucking on her own for the first time.
"Sit down on top of me, Mom," she urged from below, "and let me fuck you straight up. the butt."
Eager to take advantage of her daughter's offer, Marsha raised her hips enough for Sally to hold the exposed portion of the cucumber upright. Then, spreading her plump asscheeks, Marsha eased back down. The blunt end of the waiting tool nudged her asshole, sending shivers of anticipation along her spine. Then she farted to widen her tightest opening, and bore down.
"Hurts sooo goooooood!" Marsha cried, as inch after inch of thick shaft surged into her narrow ass tunnel.
"Mmmm, you're telling me!" Sally cried. "The more you take up your ass, the harder the other end jams in my pussy!"
"Sounds like a reason for us to come together one more time," Marsha panted, her asscheeks flush with her daughter's crotch now.
Then, swiveling her hips, Marsha twisted the two-way cock in her asshole and Sally's cunt. Leaking shit and pussy juice quickly seeped into the crush of female loins.
Marsha's ass began rising and falling, jack-hammering the long, green hard-on in both her asshole and Sally's cunt. The couch rocked. Moans mounted upon moans. And through it all was that constantly squishing rhythm of double-fucking.
Mother and daughter climaxed nonstop. Indeed, at this point only one thing could stop them from fucking and coming.
Pressed into service as a two-way fucking tool, the cucumber finally let the lesbian lovers down. Abruptly it had broken in half, one of its pieces lodged in Marsha's ass and the other stuck in Sally's pussy.
"Damn, it's over," Sally pouted.
"Not quite yet," Marsha replied with a twinkle in her eye. "There's always dessert."
"What's that, Mom?"
"Same thing as the main course, only this time we eat it," Marsha teased.
Then she removed the chunk of cucumber from her fucked ass and offered it to her daughter. Sally immediately dug into her fucked cunt and returned the favor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They were sitting up in bed the way husbands and wives do, having a late-night conversation before turnii|g out the light. However, the topic of conversation was what set the Fieldings apart from the average American married couple.
"You know when you and Clay were gone today?" Marsha asked Jay. "Guess what Sally and I did."
Jay knowingly answered, "I was wondering when you two would get around to that. What's it like?"
"I felt just like a real lesbian and I know that Sally did too."
"Then you ate each other's pussies, huh?"
Marsha nodded, adding, "And that's not all. I shaved Sally's cunt for her, so it'd look just like mine."
"So what else did you do besides go down on each other's shaved pussies?"
"We fucked. Actually fucked," Marsha enthusiastically revealed. "Can you believe that? I fucked my own daughter, Jay, same as you did. Only we did it the way only two women can."
"Did you use a dildo?" Jay asked. "Didn't know there was one of those things around the house."
"Oh, we're sending away for one," Marsha answered. "But you'd be surprised the stuff a couple of horny dykes can do with a big, fat cucumber."
"I can imagine," Jay chuckled. "Next time, though, I want to watch."
"So you can jump in with the real thing?" Marsha teased.
"I'll stack my cock up against anything a couple of bi chicks can come up with," Jay con- fidently maintained. "Let's face it, I'm a stud. Who could resist this?"
He pulled off the covers, revealing a jutting hard-on.
"I think I know somebody who couldn't care less," Marsha challenged. "And she's right in the family. Want me to tell you who?"
Getting his wife's drift, Jay defensively muttered, "Well, that's different..."
"You mean because Gloria's your sister, or because she's such a damned dyke?" Marsha taunted.
"Uh] well, both," Jay sheepishly admitted, his boner and self-assurance sinking.
"Don't see why that ought to bother you," Marsha said. "If you fucked your own daughters, your own sister shouldn't bother you. And so what if she's gay? Don't you have the cock no woman can resist? Why, you'd be doing Gloria a favor if you fucked her. Straighten her out after all these years."
"Yeah, sure," Jay stewed. "That'll happen about the same time as you go the same route with Hal."
At the mention of Marsha's brother, the shoe was suddenly on the other foot. Now she was the one who was on the defensive.
"Hal's not gay," she insisted.
"Never said he was," Jay snickered, enjoying his wife's discomfort. "He's just not interested. Too busy being a saint to remember what cocks and pussies are for, that's all."
Marsha hated to admit that Jay was right about Hal, but she had to. Her minister brother seemed to have no idea that sex existed.
"Okay, okay," Marsha sighed to her smirking husband, "so we're even. Gloria and Hal are a couple of lost causes."
"Yeah," Jay sighed too.
Long silence followed, she and Jay staring straight ahead. Then, slowly, they turned toward one another. Each grinned.
Jay spoke first. "It's crazy, but..."
"C'mon, honey, why not?" Marsha coaxed. "If we can fuck our own kids, why not take a stab at this? I'll do it if you will. What do you say?"
"Only if you promise you won't put me down if I strike out with Gloria," Jay answered.
"You've got my word. But you've got to promise me the same thing if I don't get anyplace with Hal," Marsha said.
"All right, it's a deal."
Gloria Fielding not only knew that everyone thought she was a dyke, she did everything she could to encourage the impression. It was the perfect cover for the hidden facts of her sex-life.
By day Gloria was ordinary librarian, but by night she was one of the city's most expensive call girls. It was the ideal solution for her. If she couldn't have the one cock she truly wanted, then she'd suck and fuck so many that she couldn't tell one from the another.
Sitting alone in her apartment, Gloria finger-fucked her blonde pussy thinking of him. . . him . . . him ... the one man she couldn't have. Closing her eyes, she fantasized that her clustered fingers were his cock in her cunt, rubbing and pushing deep within to make her come.
The man of Gloria's dreams was none other than her very own brother. She had wanted Jay ever since the day she had spied on him jacking off when they were both still kids. The image of his rigid cock, spurting cum, remained crystal clear in her mind after all these years. No man she'd ever fucked had lived up to this erotic memory.
Why had she never overcome her hangups about incest and told her brother the truth about her feelings for him? This was the question Gloria kicked herself with to this day. Again, tonight was one of those times.
At this point in her life, memories and second thoughts were about all Gloria had to rely on to keep her incestuous'dream going. She scarcely saw her brother these days. Jay went his way and she went hers, even though they lived in the same city.
"If I really did fuck Jay after all these years, it'd probably turn the family upside down. It's most likely best for everybody like this," Gloria wistfully sighed.
Then, having made peace with herself as well as she could, Gloria closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on just making herself feel as good as she could by her own hand. Her fingers began to wriggle again in her juicy cunt, digging within for the key to another orgasm.
And, in the self-imposed darkness, listening to her own moans and her squishing pussy, Gloria was unaware that her evening to herself had come to an end. She didn't know it yet, but she had company.
Jay had actually been in the apartment for some time, staying out of sight to help himself to some of Gloria's scotch in order to build up his courage. Hearing the sexy sounds coming from her bedroom, he guessed that she was undoubtedly fucking some other dyke. Turning her on to cock under these circumstances, he anticipated, was bound to be a tough sell.
The challenge, however, stimulated him, particularly once the scotch had started taking effect. Booze had always had a way of putting ideas in his head. Like now. Like finding a nylon stocking to pull over his face.
"What better way to break up a couple of dykes?" he chuckled, warmed to recklessness by the alcohol in his system.
He went to Gloria's bedroom in his disguise. There was one last touch before he opened the door to burst inside. Dropping his pants, he unleashed the rapist's weapon-the gun between his legs with the nine-inch barrel, his hard, throbbing prick.
Now he made his move. Pulled by his jutting hard-on and propelled by the scotch, he kicked aside the door and charged into the bedroom.
"All right, you bitches!" he barked at the pair of lesbians he expected to find. "Tonight you dykes go straight for a change!"
But, as soon as he'd spoken, the intruder
"realized he'd made a mistake. There was only one woman there.
Gloria looked straight at his exposed hard-on and said, "Is this what I think it is? Rape?"
The intruder nodded haltingly.
And Gloria readily replied, "Don't worry, stud. You came to the right place. I'll be more than enough for you."
She was naked on the bed. And when she parted her legs, the pussy that had just been fingerfucked to a pair of climaxes was aglow with sticky arousal.
At this point the masked intruder was reacting more like a nervous teenager about to lose Ms cherry than a rapist. Gloria's blonde cunt seemed to have him in a trance.
"Y-you Teally want it, don't you?" the intruder stammered.
"Only on one condition," Gloria said. "You've got to let me pretend you're someone very special to me. Damn, if you don't even sound like him. Please?"
"Wh-who is he?"
"His name is Jay," Gloria revealed. "Can I call you that."
"Who's this Jay?" he choked. "How come he isn't here fucking you himself if he's so special?"
"It's-so crazy. I've never told anybody the way I feel about him, not even the real Jay," Gloria nervously giggled. "But since you and I'll probably never see each other after we fuck tonight, what've I got to lose by telling you the truth? So, okay, Jay's my own brother," Gloria confessed. "I've always wanted to fuck my own brother. And, tonight, you're him. You're Jay!"
She fingered her pussy lips apart even wider. The glistening fuck juice of her incestuous arousal oozed from her yawning cunt and leaked down into the crack of her ass.
"Fuck me, Jay!" she pleaded. "Please fuck me!"
The intruder reached the bed. On it, he knelt in front of Gloria, hypnotized by her supremely fuckable cunt. Then she caught him with her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him down on her.
"Oh, stick it in me now," she passionately urged, groping for his stiff prick in the tangle of his loins. "Got to have your hard cock in my horny pussy, fucking me the way Jay would."
She got a handle on the intruder's cock, guiding his prick into her welcoming pussy. As his crotch automatically bucked, Gloria pushed back. The big prick immediately hilted her cunt, corkscrewing inside her when she wiggled her ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Jay," she panted. "I always knew your cock would feel this big in my pussy. That it would make me come just as soon as you started fucking me."
And come Gloria did, on the spot. Writhing beneath the masked intruder, she was so orgasmically active that she ca'used him to grab her to keep her under control while she climaxed. Then, once his hands were on her naked body, it was inevitable that they'd find the soft handles her tits presented.
"Mmmmm, yes, squeeze them," Gloria moaned in appreciation when his fingers dug into her tits, "squeeze my titties. Jay would. He'd squeeze my titties while he was fucking me until they were black and blue. My own brother would know how to treat me rough."
The intruder was starting to get used to the idea. "Like this?"
He'd grabbed a tit in each hand. White tit-flesh oozed between his gouging fingers. Then he added twisting motions to his dual-grip, brutally wrenching Gloria's tits until she scream- ed with welcome pain.
"Ahhhh, hurts sooo goooood!" she cried. "I can feel the sweet pain all the way down in my cunt. Goes perfect with the way your big cock's fucking me. No choice . . . just gotta come all over again!"
Gloria wildly thrashed beneath the intruder, causing her tits to be mauled even more and the cock fucking her to whipsaw in her pussy. Then, eager for even more coming, she put her own hands to work. One of them seized her clit, pinching hard. The other fingered her asshole, so deep that the intruders prick was bumped.
"Mmmmm, I can feel your cock in my cunt while I dig into my ass," Gloria breathlessly noted. "Here, let me put another finger up there. Feel it? It's like I'm halfway jacking you off through my ass at the same time you're fucking my pussy. Bet it'll make you come for me twice as hard. Oh, I hope so. I wanna be fucked so full of your jizz my cunt can't hold it all."
"Gonna come!" he gasped.
"Oh, baby, those are the sweetest words any woman can ever hear from a man!" Gloria declared. "Shoot that jizz from your cock into my cunt as hot, hard and long as you can make it, stud!"
"Damn, Gloria, you got it!"
As the intruder's prick erupted deep in her fucked cunt, Gloria didn't stop to think how somebody who was supposed to be a complete stranger knew her name.
"Oh, Jay . . . Jay . . . Jay. I'm coming just as much as you are. The more jizz your cock shoots into me, the more pussy juice I put out. My cunt's drooling. Your jizz and my pussy juice are leaking down onto my asshole. Just feel."
Gloria stopped finger-fucking her ass, replacing her hand down there with the intruder's. She wouldn't stop prodding him until he was probing the narrow tunnel below her cunt.
"Yes, I love it in the ass as much as I do in the pussy!" she hotly noted.
The intruder read between her words. As soon as his prick had pinched off its final blast of cream in her swamped cunt, he pulled out of that fuckhole. Then, before he lost his hard-on, he plunged his prick into Gloria's other and much tighter fuckhole.
"Fantastic!" Gloria squealed with joy. "Now fuck my ass even harder than you fucked my pussy. Really rip me ... rip me ... rip me!"
Because his cock was lubed with pussy juice and jizz, the intruder had no trouble establishing a steady groove in Gloria's ass chute. He used his entire hard-on as he fucked back and forth, leaving only the cockhead inside when he pulled out.
She cried, "I know I must be shitting on your cock by now. But, don't worry, I'll suck you clean when you're finished fucking my ass."
"You do it all, don't you, Sis?" the intruder said, apparently in the firm grip of Gloria's brother-sister fantasy. "And all these years I thought you were a dyke. Jesus, Sis, I'd have fucked you years ago, if only I'd know what a dynamite piece of ass you are."
Gloria was too far gone to wonder why he knew so much.
"Oh, Jay, if only I'd had the guts to let you know from the very beginning how much I wanted your beautiful cock in my pussy, ass and mouth," Gloria sighed. "It started when we were just kids. I saw you jacking off. Your cock . . . your cum . . . they knocked me out. After than, no one guy would ever do for me if I couldn't have you. I let everyone think I was a dyke, 'cause it was easier that way."
"Well, I know you didn't stay cherry, Sis. Not the way you fuck"
"While everyone thought I was gay, I've been a whore," Gloria confessed. "I've fucked so many men I can't count them all. But everyone of them, Jay, I closed my eyes and pretended they were you."
He muttered, "What about now? Are you just pretending again, or is it more?"
"Only one way to find out," Gloria said.
The intruder froze as if he weren't even sure himself who he was. Gloria's fingers were rolling the stocking from his face.
The stocking was off. Gloria didn't bat an eyelash.
She purred, "You couldn't fool me, Jay. When a woman's waited her whole life for the right cock to fuck her, she just knows when she's finally got her man."
Unmasked, Jay Fielding blurted, "God, Sis, you make it so easy for me to fuck yout I should've seen . . . should've known. Can you ever forgive me for waiting so long to do what I should've done all those years ago?"
"All I can say, stud," Gloria cooed, "is better late than never."
Scissoring him, her legs pulled Jay all the way back on top of her so his cock lurched up her ass. Then she was rolling her hips, forcing him to ass-fuck her with everything he had.
"Oooooh!" Gloria groaned with pleasure. "The head of your prick is jamming so deep that when you come it'll shoot all the way into my belly."
"That won't be long, Sis," Jay predicted. "I'm building up a load of jizz that's even more than I shot in your pussy."
"And I want it so bad," Gloria swooned. "Want an assful of so much of your jizz that it'll be like I'm shitting your cream after you come up my ass. So anytime, stud, anytime you're ready to give it to me."
"Won't take much, Sis. You can help if you want to."
"My pleasure," Gloria sighed, reaching down to fondle Jay's balk. "And you can help me, too. Help me to come in my pussy at the same time you're doing the number on my ass."
Jay promptly stuffed his whole hand into his sister's cunt.
"Make a fist!" Gloria urged. "Fistfuck my pussy while your cock's fucking my ass!"
Jay clenched his knuckles. He could feel his cock with them through the thin wall between his sister's cunt and asshole.
"Mmmmm, tha's it, rub your cock and fist together while you're fucking my ass and pussy with both of them at the same time," Gloria suggested. "Make us both come better than we have in our whole lives."
Jay alternated thrusts in his sister's cunt and ass, his knuckles and cockhead catching each other everytime they pumped. Climaxing nonstop at this point in both fuckholes, Gloria lifted her legs over Jay's shoulders, her feet kicking in the air.
"Now you come as much as I am!" she called to her brother. "Just blow me away, Jay!"
Jay drilled his cock almost straight down into her ass chute, so deep that his hand was forced out of Gloria's cunt. Then, as he let his sister suck her own pussy juice from his sticky fingers, Jay gritted his teeth and let go with a gushing eruption from his ass-fucking boner.
Jay grabbed her legs, pushing them back over her head. As he finished coming, his cock jackhammered in her ashole, heightening her screams of ecstasy.
And then it was almost over. Jay's cum had all been spilled except the dribbling dregs, which he leaked all over Gloria's pussy when he pulled out.
"Guess that's it," Jay sighed.
"You're forgetting something, brother dear," Gloria reminded him. "Your cock must be awfully dirty after fucking my shitty ass."
Jay remembered. His cock was wilting fast now, so his sister easily swallowed the whole thing when he put it in her mouth. And then she sucked him clean.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Jay had told Marsha about his remarkable success with his sister Gloria, she knew she had a tough act to follow. Still, even though she was aware she had her work cut out for her, she couldn't have been more excited about the prospect of seducing her brother Hal.
Something that Jay had mentioned about Gloria had really hit home with Marsha. Namely, that business about Gloria spying on Jay jacking off when they were kids. Hie same thing had once happened to Marsha in connection with her brother. Maybe Hal didn't seem to care about sex as an adult, but it hadn't always been that way.
Marsha had only seen Hal doing it that one time, but it was unforgettable because it wasn't just a routine handjob. He'd ^stolen a pair of her panties out of the dirty clothes hamper and had sniffed their soiled crotch first. Then he'd wrapped them around his young prick, beating his meat until he came all over them.
Marsha had never seen those panties again, and for months had wondered whatever became of them.
"Seems like it happened yesterday," Marsha sighed as she drove toward Hal's church. "Was his cock really as big as I think I remember it?"
She laughed and shook her head. No, not that big. It must have seemed that way then because she was a dumb little virgin who'd never seen a hard-on before. Same with the cum.
Still, Marsha hopefully thought, there had to be some truth to her flight of fancy or she wouldn't have such a striking memory of Hal's cock.
By the time she reached her brother's church, Marsha's cunt was soaked with anticipation.
Her pussy squished with every step when she left the car and walked toward the cottage the congregation had suppled for Hal's residence.
She saw a moving shadow through the blind, so she guessed he was home alone, probably working on next Sunday's sermon. Should she knock, Marsha wondered, or sneak in and take her brother by surprise?
She decided on the latter. Through the back door Marsha stole, ready to make up the seduction as she went along.
As befitting a bachelor, the cottage was small. In the kitchen Marsha could liear her brother's movements. Hal was apparently in the single bedroom, making the bed or something, because springs squeaked and that sounded like the rustling of sheets.
"Oh, that Hal," Marsha sighed. "You'd think he'd at least have a woman come in to clean house for him. Is he that afraid of us?"
There was a short hallway. Marsha tiptoed down it. By now the bedsprings were squeaking in a steady tempo.
"What's he doing in there?" Marsha whispered to herself.
"Oh, you stud," a woman moaned from the bedroom. "Your cock's the biggest and hardest
I've ever felt in my cunt. Never knew a preacher could be hung like this. Fuck me, fuck me."
The bedroom door was ajar. Marsha took a deep breath and looked. Then she was breathless.
Her view left nothing to the imagination. Naked on the bed, her minister brother and the woman provided a perfect view of his cock pumping back and forth in her cunt.
"Oooooh, Hal, I'm coming already!" the woman swooned. "When I signed up for marriage counseling, I didn't know it'd turn out like this."
"Baby, if you'd put out for your husband the way you're fucking me," Hal said in a macho voice that was nothing like his usual soft-spoken self, "being frigid would be the last thing you'd have to worry about."
"I lied about that," the woman giggled. "Maybe I didn't know it'd turn out Uke this when I came for counseling, but, ooooh, did I hope. The first time I ever heard you preach, I thought you were a hunk. Half the good ladies in the congregation do, you know."
"Smart girl," Hal chuckled. "Just take your turn, baby, and there'll be enough to go around for all of you. Can't play any favorites when there's such a demand for my services."
"Stud-service, you mean," the woman moaned, as she climaxed again. "I'll bet you come even harder than you fuck."
"Squeeze your pussy around my cock*and your hand around my balls and you'll find out how hard I can come, sweetheart," Hal told his latest conquest.
The woman bore down from within, cinching her cunt arountf Hal's hiked cock. At the same time she cupped his balls and put on the pressure to prime his cum-supply.
Hal's crotch bucked as the woman wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. And, from where she still stood outside the door, Marsha could see the root of her brother's cock pulsating as Hal spurted a torrent of hot jizz into the cunt he fucked.
"There's plenty more where that came from," Hal boasted.
He pulled his dripping cock out of the woman's sloppy cunt. His prick was as hard as ever.
"Just tell me where to put it, and I'll keep right on fucking you," he said.
"In the ass!" the woman eagerly urged, drawing her legs back to present her tightest open- ing as the next target for her minister's tireless boner. "Fuck me up the ass until we're both coming all over again."
Hal took aim on her dented pucker. Looking on, this was more than Marsha could stand to watch. She either had to leave right now and let her brother ass-fuck the woman in peace or do something about it.
Marsha didn't know exactly what she would do until she'd actually made her move. Then, there she was, smack dab in the middle of the bedroom, abruptly the center of astonished attention.
"So, I finally tracked you down!" Marsha heard herself shout at her brother. "See you're up to your old tricks, even if you are calling yourself a preacher these days."
"Wh-who's she?" the woman in bed stammered to Hal.
Before he could answer, Marsha convincingly lied, "Just his wife, honey. Just the mother of his three children. Took me long enough to find the bastard, but now that I have I see nothing's changed. He's still screwing around as much as a minister as he did when he was driving a truck and living with me and the kids."
"Is this true?" the choking woman asked
Hal.
He vigorously shook his head in denial.
"The congregation would love to hear about this," the woman in bed with him seethed, deciding to believe Marsha's story.
And here Hal spoke: "So would your husband, cunt."
The threats canceling each other out, all the woman could do at this point was curse, "You son of a bitch!"
She snatched up her clothes to march from the bedroom with what little dignity she could manage at this point.
"You can have him, dearie!" she snapped at Marsha on her way out. "What I've got at home may not be much, but at least I've got a husband I can keep."
Then she was gone.
"Why'd you do it, Sis?" Hal gulped. "If it was to save me from myself, you're too late. I'm already too far gone. Even God can't save me now-"
"Skip the minister bullshit!" Marsha snapped. "I'm not trying to save you from yourself. What I'm trying to save is all for me."
Hal's jaw dropped as his sister began to strip.
Her blouse floated to the floor. She wore no bra. Her thrusting tits were like headlights which caught her brother in the glare and temporarily paralyzed him as if he were a frightened jackrabbit.
"That's right, brother dear," Marsha wickedly purred. "You're going to sin again. Only this time we're going to keep it all in the family."
Marsha dropped her skirt. She wore a frilly garter belt, stockings, but no panties.
"You like my pussy without any hair on it, Hal, sweetie?" she teaed. "Remind you of when we were growing up and I was still a little girl?"
Hal stiffly nodded.
"I remember you too when we were growing up," Marsha said. Then she sighed. "And, mmmm, you haven't lost an inch where it counts."
Finally breaking his silence, Hal stammered, "W-what happens now, Sis?"
"We make up for what we missed when we were kids," Marsha stated with stark simplicity. "Fuck me, Hal!"
She passed her brother on her way to the bed. He turned to watch her legs spread when her ass hit the mattress. Open wide to begin with, her pussy lips spread even more when Marsha fingered them as far apart as they'd go.
Hooked, Hal panted, "There've been a lot of women in this bed. But, damn, I've never wanted to fuck any of them as much as I do you, Sis."
* Then, what're you waiting for, stud?" Marsha homily beckoned. "Don't flatter me, fuck me!"
Hal joined her on the bed, kneeling in front of her so the shadow his jutting hard-on fell across her hairless cunt. Then, gripping his cock, he guided its swollen crown to just outside Marsha's yawning pussy lips and the deep, pink gash they framed.
"Mmmmm, put it in," Marsha crooned. "Just your cockhead at first, then push the rest of it up my cunt nice 'n' easy, inch by inch, until you're in me all the way to your balls."
Hal's cockhead passed through the fleshy gateway to his sister's pussy. Then Marsha's fingers released her pussy lips and they closed around the pulsing cock-knob inside her. Then Hal began nudging his prick gradually forward, watching the rims of her cunt seem to swallow his prick's slowly advancing cockshaft.
"Jesus, Sis," Hal sighed when his prick was about halfway in her. "Your cunt feels almost cherry."
"Then pretend it is," Marsha urged. "Pretend we're both as young as we wouldn've been if you'd fucked me when my pussy was this hairless without me having to shave it."
"Oh, yeah," Hal agreed, closing his eyes to picture his sister as a little girl. "I remember you, Sis, when your hair was still in pigtails and you had all those freckles."
"Then fuck me the way you would've fucked me then, Hal. Fuck your kid sister's little tomboy cunt. It's so hot from climbing all those trees and riding horses bareback. Didn't know that, did you? That I never missed the chance to rub my little pussy against something hard. Might've been a virgin, but I still knew what it was like to come."
"Not the way I'll make you come, Sis," Hal promised. "Not the way you'll come from my big, hard cock moving inside your hairless, little cunt."
Hal's prick penetrated Marsha's pussy.
"More, more!" Marsha panted in a girlishly breathless voice. "More cock in my cunt!"
The next time her brother pushed forward, she pushed back. What had been a gradual advance of his cock into her cunt became a surge.
"Oooooh, that feels so good. I'm almost ready to come," Marsha moaned.
She and Hal pushed their crotches toward one another again. There was squishing as his cockhead tested the moist depths of her pussy.
"The whole thing now, Hal," Marsha demanded. "Your whole cock in my cunt. I know there's only an inch or so left, but make it feel like an extra foot of prick when you ram it into me."
Marsha's ass left the mattress. Hal bore down. The result was a sharp smack of their bare loins and the complete burial of his massive prick in her hairless pussy.
"Mmmrnm, that much cock in her cunt would break any girl's cherry, no matter how young and tight she was," Marsha swooned.
"Yeah," Hal rasped. "Thattaway, Sis! Fuck me back! Make my cock move in your cunt . . . back and forth ... in and out."
Marsha's loins rose and fell beneath him, her tight pussy rhythmically jerking his prick. In return, Hal began to arch and bend at the waist, shafting his cock in her cunt to the root.
"Oh, we're fucking now, Sis! Really fucking!" Hal enthusiastically declared. "Wrap your legs around me, Marsha, and really turn it on."
"Then you suck my titties," Marsha answered. "And stick your finger up my asshole." "You got it, Sis."
So, as Marsha wrapped her thighs around her brother's rib cage, Hal lowered his face to her jigghng tits and lapped his tongue from nipple to nipple. Then, from down below* his hand crawled into the crack of her wiggling ass and the middle ringer shot straight up her narrow shitpit.
"Ahhhh, I'm coming again!" Marsha yelled. "And know what? This time I don't think I'm gonna stop until you come too, Hal."
As Marsha climaxed, her brother kept licking her tits, jackhammered his cock in her pussy, and fingerfucked her asshole. Then she added to the stimulation herself, reaching into the grinding tangle of loins to pinch her own clit.
She yanked at his hiked prick with her rippling pussy. Then her brother bit into one of her tits and clutched her asscheeks, pulling her crotch against his to draw the two of them to the moment of his orgasmic release.
Hal's climax was one which neither he nor his sister would ever forget. Rather than unloading in separate spurts, the cream flowed from his prick in a continuous stream. Already Marsha's cunt was leaking, and Hal's supply of jizz didn't even seem halfway drained from his balls.
"How much have you got left?" Marsha asked, just to make sure there was as much extra cum as she guessed there was.
"Plenty, Sis," Hal gasped.
"Then shoot the rest of it straight up my ass!" Marsha eagerly suggested.
Hal responded at once. As his sister lifted her legs to give him room to maneuver, his cock left her swamped cunt and plunged a notch below. He didn't stop thrusting until he was fucking her ass to his churning balls, and his jizz was shooting into Marsha's bowels the way it had been shooting into her womb just seconds before.
Then, at last, Hal's cock slowed to a dripping trickle. But his horny sister wasn't ready to give up on his climax just yet.
"Put it in my mouth!" she cried. "That way I can suck every last drop of jizz out of your balls."
Hal was finally losing his hard-on when he transferred his dribbling cock from her ass to a blowjob. However, Marsha quickly had his prick completely rigid again, deep-throating his cock with gurgling suction. Then she fingered his nuts, milking him dry she thought.
"Damn, Sis, don't know how, but all of a sudden I'm getting a whole new load to shoot!" Hal exclaimed with wonder.
So, grinding his crotch against her face, he fucked his sister's mouth with the same intensity as he'd previously fucked her cunt and ass. And when he came again, it was the same continuous stream of jizz all over again. Marsha swallowed every drop, adding a bellyful of cum to her pussyful and assful.
"It was the perfect fuck, Hal," she told her brother when it was over.
And Hal kidded her on the square, "Maybe so, Sis, but next time it'll be even better."
CHAPTER NINE
"Wow, you're right, I am having trouble believing this," Sally said to her mother. "I'd have bet anything that Aunt Gloria was totally gay. And Uncle Hal. He's a good-looking guy, for sure, but he always seemed like such a . . . a . . . "
"Wimp?" Marsha chuckled.
"That's the word."
"Well, things aren't always what they seem," Marsha said.-"Your father and I proved that with Gloria and Hal."
"So you really fucked 'em, huh?" Sally sighed. "Daddy and his sister. You and your brother. Wish I were invisible so I could've followed each of you when you did it. Watched with my own eyes instead of just hearing about it later."
"I've got a better idea than that," Marsha replied with a sly grin.
"Uh-oh, I know that tricky look on your face, Mom," Sally noted. "You're setting me up for something."
Just then Clay walked into the room. He also had a strange look on his face-an expression which indicated he'd overheard the conversation between his mother and sister.
"Well, Sis," he said to Sally, "I see mom's playing her little games with you, too."
Sally asked, "Then you know what Mom's up to?"
"I sure as hell ought to," Clay answered. "I've already signed up for the ride she's trying to take you on. Should be some trip."
"All right, you two," a frustrated Sally said. "What's this all about?"
Clay told his sister, "Mom's planning a little get-together for tonight. Sort of a family re- union. Getting my drift, Sally."
"Aunt Gloria and Uncle Hal are coming over here?" Sally said, looking toward her mother.
Clay continued, "Mom's got this idea we ought to be all one, big, happy family. In other words, share and share alike. Like, say, what's good for mom is good enough for you, Sis. What's good for dad is something right up my alley, too. Still getting my drift, Sally?"
"Then I'm supposed to fuck Uncle Hal tonight, and you're supposed to fuck Aunt Gloria?" Sally gulped, looking at her mother again.
Marsha nodded.
"Okay, suppose Clay and I do fuck Aunt Gloria and Uncle Hal tonight?" Sally muttered after a long pause. "Then what happens with all of us here in the same house?"
Now Marsha spoke up: "Just what comes naturally when people start sucking and fucking, darling. I think a bright girl like you can probably figure it out."
"An orgy," Sally whispered after another long pause. "A family orgy."
Hal arrived first. He hadn't wanted to come, but his sister had insisted and there wasn't any way he could turn her down now that he'd fucked her.
So here he was, uncomfortable about having to hide his normally square image for the benefit of his other relatives so no one would suspect there was anything betwen him and his sister. Exactly why Marsha was determined to put him through this when they ought to be alone together and fucking the night away, he could not understand.
"Hi, Uncle Hal," his Jiiece greeted at the front door after he'd knocked. "C'mon in. Mom and dad had to run down to the store for something, so they told me to entertain you until they got back."
Hal followed Sally into the house. She was wearing tight shorts and he couldn't help noticing the way her asscheeks wobbled in them.
"Oh, what's this?" she said, spotting a shiny object on the carpet. "A penny. Finding a penny's good luck."
She stooped over to pick it up. From where he stood, Hal watched her shorts ride up in the crack of her ass to expose the plump asscheeks. She clearly wore no panties underneath. All of a sudden, Hal had a hard-on.
Lingering in the position, Sally teased, "Are you looking at what I think you're looking at, Uncle Hal?"
"Wh-what's that?" he stammered.
"My ass, silly," Sally chirped without the slightest trace of embarrassment. "Didn't know you were interested in that sort of thing, Uncle Hal."
"I am a man, you know," Hal choked, thinking of nothing else to say that made any sense in this uncomfortable situation.
"Does that mean you've got a hard-on for me, Uncle Hal?"
Hal tried to deny it. But his niece wheeled around before he could hide the mound at his crotch.
"Yes, your cock's plenty hard, all right," Sally purred. "And from the looks of that bulge in your pants, I'd say you're really hung. Of course, there's only one way to find out for sure."
She knelt in front of her astonished uncle. But his astonishment at this point was nothing compared to what it became when Sally unzipped his fly. And from there it mounted even more, as she pulled his stiff prick out in the open and licked the swollen cockhead.
"Mmmmm, your cock's as sweet as it is big," Sally slurped. "I'd love to suck it for you. Suck your big, sweet cock, Uncle Hal, until you come in my mouth."
Stunned into silence, Hal felt his niece's soft lips enclose the knob of his jutting prick. His balls started to churn right away, already manufacturing a creamy load of jizz.
Hal tried to summon his willpower. But, while he struggled with himself, Sally sucked his cock deeper and deeper. Feeling his resistance give way to the temptation of her hot, wet mouth, Hal knew that he was indeed as hooked on incest with his sister's daughter as he'd been on sex with Marsha.
Sally sucked his prick even deeper and harder, taking his cock all the way down her throat. Then she began squeezing Hal's balls, priming their cum-supply for an eruption in her mouth.
"Oooooh," he moaned, his crotch bucking, "I'm letting it go. Coming so hard."
Sally's face ballooned from the load of jizz she was abruptly taking. Her uncle's cock spurted faster than she could swallow. But she hung in there, refusing to surrender a drop.
Then Hal's climax had run its course. Able to take her time now, his niece drank the rest of his cum without being rushed, savoring every gulp.
"Yum, that was delicious," Sally gurgled when she was finished. "Hope you like my pussy juice half as much as I dig your jizz, Uncle Hal. 'Cause now it's my turn to feed you some of my cum."
She stood, putting her hands on her uncle's shoulders and forcing him to his knees on her way up. then she squirmed out of her shorts in front of his bulging eyes, revealing her smooth, young cunt.
"It's shaved," Hal gulped, remembering how his sister's pussy had also been completely hairless.
"Like mother, like daughter," Sally drawled.
"Th-then you know about your mom and me?" Hal raggedly gasped.
"Who did you think turned me on to you, Uncle Hal?" Sally teased. "One of the ladies from your church?"
"Then this is all a set-up. Something your mother and you cooked up. My God-"
"What's the matter, Uncle Hal, don't you like home cooking? Here, try some."
Sally thrust her crotch in her uncle's face. As her pussy lips made contact with his mouth, Hal was hooked all over again. Automatically shooting into her gash, his tongue began orally fucking Sally's teenaged cunt.
"Hope you're thirsty for pussy juice, Uncle Hal," Sally cheerfully warned, "cause I'm one little girl who comes quick and wet."
She climaxed without delay. The female cum Hal didn't swallow drooled down his chin. He was wallowing in it, using his tongue like a spoon in his niece's oozing pussy to gorge himself on her fuck nectar.
"God, I want more, more ... so much more," Sally groaned after a moment. "I know you just started eating me, Uncle Hal, but I'm already too hot for just your tongue in my cunt. Need something bigger, longer, thicker, harder. I need cock! Your cock in my cunt! Yes, fuck me, Uncle Hal. Don't wait, fuck me right now!"
She slid her crotch away from her uncle's sticky face, slumping to the floor on her elbows and ass as he knelt before her. Sally's hairless pussy was wide open. Hal's cock was harder than ever. Then pussy and cock closed the distance between them.
"Oh, this is as good as it gets," Sally panted, wrapping her legs around her uncle and rock- ing him in the cradle of her thighs. "Your cock feels just huge in my pussy. Every bit as hard and big as mom told me it'd be. What a fuck!"
Hal didn't answer because he was so busy sucking Sally's tits while his prick fucked nonstop in her tugging cunt. He was so much in the groove that it didn't seem likely that anything could throw him off now. But just then somebody knocked on the front door.
"Jesus!" he hissed with alarm, abruptly trying to pull his cock free of his niece's cunt. "How could I get myself into this?"
But Sally squeezed her young pussy muscles even tighter, refusing to let her frantic uncle go as she locked his cock in place.
"Are you crazy?" Hal rasped. "Somebody's right outside the door."
Hal looked up, his brain reeling as though he were in the middle of a nightmare. Into the room walked his nephew, who scarcely seemed to notice the incest in his midst.
Clay went to the door and opened it. "Hi, Aunt Gloria, long time no see. C'mon in, the party's just getting started."
Gloria looked beyond her nephew at Sally and
Hal fucking on the floor and muttered, "So, I see."
"Yeah, we've got a little catching up to do," Clay calmly said, matter-of-factly unzipping his fly as his aunt stood in the doorway.
"Wh-what," Gloria sputtered to her nephew, "makes you think I'd ever take part in anything so ... so ... "
"This!" Clay produced his cock. His prick was nine inches of throbbing teenaged steel.
And Gloria's eyes glowed with instant lust. Silently, she stepped all the way inside and kicked the door to the outside world closed behind her.
"You can explain what this is all about later," she told her nephew, sinking to her knees before him so his throbbing cock jutted in her face. "But for now, no questions asked. All I'm interested in is your hard, young prick."
Gloria began sucking Clay's cock with hungry slurps. His hips started to roll, and he held his aunt's head, fucking her mouth.
Then, as she went down on her nephew, Gloria began stripping.
"Want my pussy eaten while I suck your cock," she slurred with a mouthful of prick.
Clay allowed himself to be pulled down by his aunt, as she collapsed beneath him. He straddled her shoulders while his cock filled her throat. Then, after she'd pulled his pants down to his knees, he shifted around in a half-circle above Gloria for a sixty-nine.
His aunt's cunt was blonde. He could see every luscious detail through the golden threads of her virtually transparent bush, especially the pink, meaty pussy lips.
He buried his face between her open thighs. She pushed her cunt up against his tongue. She sucked his cock with increasing hunger. In short, it was a classic sixty-nine, a fact which did not go unnoticed by the other two family members in the room.
"See," Sally teased her uncle as they watched her brother-and Gloria get it on, "I told you Clay would answer the door."
"What about the ret of it?" Hal demanded. "How does your Aunt Gloria fit into all of this?"
"Pretty much the same way as you do, Uncle Hal," Sally cheerfully answered, "only on the other side of the family, that's all. You're mom's brother and she fucked you, and Aunt Gloria's my dad's sister and he fucked her. But why stop there? So we invited you two over tonight so you could try out the younger generation, the way mom and dad already have."
"Y-you mean your folks have fucked you kids?"
"By, now, everybody's fucked just about everybody," Sally giggled. "Or will before tonight's over. Maybe even you and Aunt Gloria'll give it a whirl."
"But she's supposed to be gay ..."
"And you're supposed to be Mr. Clean. Neither of you've been living up to your reputation, though," Sally snickered. "Just look at Aunt Gloria suck Clay's cock while she feeds him her pussy. Now does she look like any dyke to you?"
Sally's legs were wrapped around her uncle's waist again. As she rocked him on top of her, his jerking cock made her wet pussy squish loudly.
"Mmmmm, I'm starting to come again already," Sally moaned with delight.
"Let me give you a little extra push," Hal playfully offered.
He reached between their grinding crotches and found his niece's clit at the top of her cock-stuffed pussy. Giving the magic button an expert pinch, he sent Sally into gales of orgasmic ecstasy.
"Oh, yes, I'm coming sooo goooood!" she swooned. "Now make it even better for me, Uncle Hal. Keep me coming all the way until you come too."
Hal responded by running his rough tongue over Sally's tits. Then he fastened his mouth on an erect nipple and sucked.
"More! More!" Sally wildly demanded. "Do everything you can to go along with fucking me!"
As he went down on her tits, pinched her clit, and fucked his prick in her cunt, Hal had a free hand remaining to work with. He brought it down under his niece's squirming ass, then reached into her crack until he had a fingernail caught under the puckered rim of her asshole.
"Mmmmm, stick it up my ass!" Sally yelped. "Stick it so far up my ass that you can feel your cock next door in my pussy and I shit all over yur fingers."
Hal shoved a pair of fingers all the way up her ass tunnel. Sure enough, he could feel his prick bumping a notch away in Sally's fucked cunt. Then he experienced the seeping warmth of female shit down past his knuckles, giving him the lubrication to start steadily fingerfuck- ing his niece's slippery asshole.
"Oh, this is heaven!" Sally cried. "Damn, we're good together, Uncle Hal. So good, it's almost like we just invented fucking between the two of us!"
Clay and his aunt slipped out of their sixty-nine and got into fucking. They became almost a mirror image of Sally and- her uncle. Both couples were too involved by now, though, to pay any attention to the other.
"Well, well, well," Marsha said to her husband when she and Jay walked in on the dual fucking. "Looks like we got back just in time. Sally and Clay sure didn't waste anything getting down to business, did they?'
"What'd you expect, hon?" Jay answered his wife. "Those kids have had a couple of great teachers in you-know-who."
"Yeah," Marsha sighed, "guess we have done a pretty damned good job on Clay and Sally, haven't we?"
"Don't forget Donna," Jay said. "Too bad she's away at college so the whole family can be together tonight."
"Mmmmm," Marsha sighed when reminded of her other daughter. "Would I like to see the expression on Donna's face if she walked in on us tonight. We'd give her a welcome-home party she'd never forget."
"Oh, shoot it into me, Uncle Hal!" Sally cried, as her fucked pussy was pumped full of fuck cream.
And Gloria urged her nephew, "No matter how much you come in my cunt, Clay, honey, just don't lose that hard-on. 'Cause I want my ass fucked as sooaas you're finished letting go with this load of jizz."
"Me, too!" Sally echoed her aunt's request. "Fuck me up the ass right after you've fucked my pussy, Uncle Hal."
And, looking on, Jay wistfully said to Marsha, "Looks like they're doing just fine without us."
"Maybe so," Marsha answered. "But when you bake a cake, it's always better with the frosting on it. That's where we come in. C'mon, Jay, let's spread ourselves around."
Marsha quickly stripped. Jay followed her lead. Then, quickly, as Clay began fucking Gloria's ass, his mother stepped astride the action and gave the boy her shaved pussy to eat. Clay hungrily responded.
Jay moved to offer his daughter his hard cock for a blowjob just as Sally was taking her Uncle
Hal's surging prick in her shitpit.
"The frosting and the candles!" Jay crowed to his wife as their daughter eagerly deep-throated him.
CHAPTER TEN
Donna Fielding had offered to suck the damned dean's cock, but the old fart had still flunked her out of college. What a drag. Now she was on her way back home, having hitched a ride with a truckdriver who wasn't so picky about trading favors for a blowjob.
After copping the guy's joint and swallowing his cum, Donna had been so bored by the bumpy journey that she'd let him coax her story out of her. Why not? She had to get it off her chest somehow, even to a complete stranger. At least she could level with him, unlike her parents. They'd be furious she'd washed out of school after all the money they'd spent on her education, unless she came up with the right pack of lies.
"Booze and sex," Donna explained. "That's what I thought college was all about. If I wasn't stoned, I was fucking. Or both. Most of the time both, as a matter of fact."
"Sounds okay to me," the truckdriver laughed. "Course your folks might not see it that way."
Donna winced. "Did you have to remind of that? They'll hit the roof if I don't think of the right story to lay on them. In other words, anything but the fuckin' truth."
"Well, good luck. But if I were your old man, little lady, I know what I'd do," the truckdriver said, suddenly turning serious.
"Beat my butt, I suppose," Donna wearily sighed.
The truckdriver nodded.
Then, at last they were there. Donna didn't bother to thank the trucker for the ride. In a moment, the rig pulled away. Standing there, with her bags in front of the house where she'd been raised, preparing to face her family, Donna had never felt so alone in her life.
Weighted down by her bags, Donna trudged up the walk, wondering if this was the one time she wouldn't be able to wrap her father around her little finger. Usually she could count on him backing her up when she screwed up. Then, abruptly, she stopped short, an idea that might work finally occurring to her.
"Wrapping him around my little finger isn't all that I've done with daddy," she reminded herself in a whisper. "Why didn't I think of it before? I must be slipping."
Donna's game plan was suddenly set-blackmail.
"If daddy won't take my side about leaving school, I'll threaten to tell mom he fucked me," Donna schemed. "A session alone with him will convince him I mean business."
Donna was full of confidence as she approached the house. The light was on inside, even though it was late. Maybe, she hopefully thought, her father was up alone and she could get down to brass tacks with him as soon as she walked through the door.
Peeking through the window to see if the situation was as made to order as she hoped, Donna received a dose of the unexpected that left her plan to blackmail her father in shreds.
"My God," she gasped, "Mom's doing it too!"
When she'd first caught sight through the drapes of her naked mother sucking a cock, Donna couldn't see the face of whoever was getting the blowjob. Shifting angles, though, she'd focusecton his all-too-familiar features. It was Clay, her kid brother.
Donna reeled with shock away from the window. Gradually, however, she gathered her wits.
"I know," she whispered. "I can play both ends against the middle. Daddy probably doesn't know about mom screwing around with Clay. So I'll just blackmail her, too. Blackmail both mom and dad separately."
She returned to the window.
From where Donna watched, there were now a pair of cocks being sucked, another couple having joined the startling scene. The first, of course, was Clay's hard-on being deep-throated by his mother. Donna had almost gotten used to that. But she was hardly prepared for the latest addition to the action-her father's big prick fucking her kid sister Sally in the mouth!
"Sally and daddy, too . . . and doing it right in the same room with mom and Clay," Donna gasped, reeling away from the window again with her blackmailing career apparently over before it had started. "God, what's been going on in this family since I've been gone?"
Then her mind came up with one last, desperate twist. She could blackmail them all. Threaten to call the law if they didn't stay off her case about flunking out of college.
"They'd hate me if I did that," she sighed. "I'd be an outsider in my own family. While they were sucking and fucking together, nobody'd come near me."
In the midst of feeling sorry for herself, all at once Donna realized that all she really wanted was to be included in what was happening inside the house. She forgot all about trying to lie her way out of flunking out of school.
"This is where I belong," she told herself, rubbing her pussy through the crotch of her jeans to give her strength to rejoin her family without apologies.
Her only caution was to leave the front porch so she could enter the house through the back door. She wanted to creep up on them. Maybe even join the action only after it was in full swing again, with everybody too busy sucking and fucking to ask any questions when she plunged in. After all, wasn't another naked body always welcome at any orgy?
In the dark kitchen, Donna quickly removed her clothes. She felt so much more sure of herself naked. But, then again, she hadn't planned on the light being turned on without warning while she stood there bare-assed. And to be confronted with the last two people she expected to see.
"Aunt Gloria . . . Uncle Hal," Donna gasped.
They were both as naked as she was, their crotches glistening with jizz and pussy juice that had already been spilled. Without a doubt, Donna realized, they were also part of the incredible family orgy. They must have been fucking in another part of the living room so she hadn't seen them through the window, and now they were taking a break.
"Well, well, look who's here," Gloria purred at the sight of her unclothed niece. "I might not be the dyke everyone thinks I am, but this is enough to make me try and live up to my reputation. Helluva a tastier prbposition than the snack I came in here to get."
Even with an instantly jutting hard-on, Hal was more sensible, asking his trembling niece, "Your folks know you're back in town, honey?"
Donna shook her head, at a loss for words.
"Planning to surprise them, huh?" Hal said. "Let me guess. You came home from college, happened to look through the window before you knocked, and saw what you've been missing while you were away. No way a pretty, young thing like you was gonna get left out, so off came the clothes, but you thought it was just your folks, sister and brother."
Gloria picked it up. "When Hal and I walked in on you, it must've blown your mind."
Donna nodded.
"Well, sweetie, your fantastic body's blowing my mind, too," Gloria said. "For years everybody's thought I'm a damned dyke, but the fact is that I've never eaten even a single pussy. But I'm ready to start now."
Finally speaking again, Donna stammered, "Wh-what about Uncle Hal?"
"You like sucking cock?" Hal asked his niece.
Donna nodded.
"Then you can suck mine while your aunt goes down on your pussy," Hal suggested.
Donna had never made it with another woman. In fact, despite all her cruising in the fast lane, she'd yet to seriously make it with more than one person at the same time.
"Yes!" she said to her aunt and uncle without hesitation. "Let's-suck!"
They took her right there on the kitchen floor. Donna hardly had spread her legs when Gloria burrowed between them, planting the lips of her mouth on her niece's pussy lips and hiking her wriggling tongue. Then Donna looked up, saw Hal's big cock approaching from above, and opened up to take his prick straight down her throat.
Donna climaxed on the spot, and not just because her pussy was being eaten either. In addition to the. predictable stimulation from her aunt's tongue in her cunt, she also had the sensation that her uncle's sucked prick had activated a phantom clit down her throat.
"Oooooh," Donna moaned with a mouthful of prick, her tongue-fucked pussy squishing from below as she spoke, "you two are already making me come sooooo gooood! More, Uncle Hal! More, Aunt Gloria!"
"Baby," Hal told Donna, "I can't keep this up for long without coming just as hard as you are."
Gloria chimed in, "No way I'm gonna be the only one of us three who doesn't come."
Gloria stopped eating Donna's pussy now, seeking to improve her own orgasmic chances. Fitting her hips between the cocksucking girl's thighs, Gloria began fucking her niece's cunt with her own pussy.
Donna immediately wrapped her legs around Gloria's waist, grinding their crotches together. As their cunts rubbed, their stiff clits made contact, and aunt and niece were abruptly coming together like the most experienced of lesbian lovers.
Then Hal reminded Donna that his cock was still plugged into her, launching a creamy torrent of hot jizz down her throat. So Donna did double bi-sexual duty in the most active fashion, cunt-fucking like a dyke at the same time she drank the cum from a spurting prick.
"Come for your old auntie," Gloria urged, rubbing those cunts together.
"Drink that jizz, sugar," Hal said.
And, from beyond the door, another voice could suddenly be heard. "Hey, what's going on in there?" It was Jay. He'd been on his way to the kit- chen to wash down the pussy juice coating his tongue when he heard all the commotion inside. He assumed it was Hal and Gloria getting carried away with each other, until he walked in on the threesome which was actually taking place.
"Donna," Jay gasped.
Releasing her uncle's dripping cock after she'd swallowed his cum, Donna murmured across the room to Jay, "Don't ask me to explain now why I'm here, Daddy-I just am, that's all. And horny as hell to suck and fuck just like everybody else in the family. Okay, Daddy?"
Jay started to say something, but held it back when his cock spoke louder than words, springing out and up from his crotch.
"Thatta boy, Jay," Gloria called, turning toward her brother. "C'mon, there's room for one more now that Hal's shot his wad. I'll even move up on Donna's face and have her eat me, so you can fuck her pussy with that hard-on you've got."
"Oh, Daddy, do what Aunt Gloria says, please!" Donna cried. "I've missed your cock in my cunt so much while I've been away at school, and I've never eaten a pussy before.
Having both at the same time will be the best welcome home any girl could ever have."
"Damn, little girl, when was the last time you didn't get your way with your old dad?" Jay sighed. "You got it."
Then he knelt in front of his oldest daughter, her raised knees rubbing his hips as he aimed his cock at her inviting cunt. Meanwhile, Gloria had straddled Donna's face, easing her blonde cunt down onto the spike of the female tongue which awaited her.
Jay's prick entered his daughter's cunt at the same time Donna's tongue shot into her Aunt Gloria's lowering pussy. Then all three of them began moving their hips, as the gurgling from Donna's pussy-eating and the squishing of her own wet, fucked cunt filled the room.
Watching was Hal, regretting that he'd come so quickly. Now he had a hard-on again, and no one to suck or fuck with. But then his eyes lit up. If one niece wasn't available, there was always the other.
"Sally," he called to his sister's youngest daughter when he caught sight of the naked teenger at the doorway. "Just the girl I'm looking for."
"Who's that down there with daddy and
Aunt Gloria?" the confused girl asked. "Can't be mom. I just left her in the living room getting her ass fucked by Clay."
Gloria briefly raised her ass, exposing the sticky face on which she'd been sitting so her younger niece could get a look at the newcomer to the action.
"D-Donna," Sally stammered. "What're you doing here?"
"Having the time of my ever-loving life!" Donna blurted. "College was never like this! Take my advice, Sis, and don't ever make the mistake of leaving home like I did."
Then Gloria's crotch eased back down and Donna was sucking cunt again. Her father, fucking his oldest daughter all the while, picked up on the dialogue with Sally.
"Baby girl," Jay said, "all I can tell you now is that you just go ahead and do your thing while your big sister's doing hers."
"You heard your dad, Sally," Hal now called again to his niece, flexing his boner so it angled up from his crotch. "C'mon over here and taste this."
Sally was still in a daze from the unexpected developments, but her hunger for cock had her on automatic pilot. She went to her uncle, got on her knees with her ass up, and began sucking Hal's big prick while he reached down to rub her plump asscheeks.
By now, all but two members of the family orgy had been lured into the kitchen. Back in the living room the last pair of stragglers, Marsha and Glay, had just finished a mother-son ass-fuck.
"Jeez, where'd everybody go?" Clay wondered as he pulled his drained cock out of his mom's ass tunnel.
"Beats me," Marsha sighed, still clinging to the final vibrations of a magnificent orgasm. "You can go find out if you want to. I'm just gonna lie here and feel the cum drip out of my fucked ass."
Seeing that his mother was temporarily in a hazy world of her own, Clay got up to satisfy his curiosity about where the rest of the family had gone.
Something pointed him in the direction of the kitchen even before he heard the sounds coming from there. When he was at the doorway, he saw them all in there, made a quick body-count, and realized an extra female had been added to the orgy.
Reading Clay's mind from across the room, his Uncle Hal called to him, "Your big sister Donna. She's home from college. Expect you'll be fucking her later, just like I will, soon as she finishes with your dad and aunt. In the meantime, though, your kid sister Sally needs another cock to work on."
Clay needed no further persuasion. He was ass-fucking Sally as soon as he could get to her.
Marsha was alone in the living room. Gradually, it occurred to her that something was going on in another part of the house that she needed to know about. She got up, her legs shaky, and teetered toward the slurps and moans and squishing noises that drifted from the kitchen.
Then Marsha was at the doorway, gazing at a roomful of sucking, fucking naked bodies. There was Sally, deep-throating her Uncle Hal's prick while her brother fucked her up the ass. And Gloria was getting her pussy eaten by the same girl whom Jay fucked. It suddenly struck Marsha who the girl was.
"We're all together now," Marsha sighed. There was no happier mother in the world than she as her beloved family sucked and fucked under the same roof.
