It was her birthday, and Amanda Bryant decided that it was high time to get fucked. The thought came to her as soon as she woke up. For a moment she was startled by it, because it was such an unexpected--and yet a so definite--decision. Then she grinned, impishly. Although she didn't know much about fucking, she had a pretty good idea that it was the sort of thing that she was going to enjoy.
Amanda had led a very sheltered life.
Her parents were strict and had not yet allowed her to date boys, or even to stay out later than dinner time, so the girl had never had a chance to fool around. Otherwise, she probably would have been fucked before--or at least done some heavy petting, for she was a pretty girl, and sexy. She would have had plenty of boys drooling over her if she had been available to them. She had heard the other girls talking about what they did with their boyfriends and the conversation had intrigued her, although a great deal of it had been over her head.
Literally, in one instance.
What did they mean when they giggled and looked naughty and talked about giving head?
She knew that fucking meant letting a boy put his prick up her pussy, and she knew damned well that it would feel wonderful, because it felt awfully nice when she pushed her own fingers up in her cunt and moved them in and out and across the sensitive little bud. And, after a while, it felt very, very wonderful, indeed, and she guessed that was what the girls meant when they talked about coming.
Amanda had been masturbating for several months.
The first time it had been almost by accident--for she truly was an innocent and naive teenager. She had started rubbing her pussy and found that it was pleasant and kept on rubbing and discovered that it got better and better. After a few minutes she came with such creamy and violent sensation that it frightened her.
It frightened her so much that it was a good fifteen minutes before she got up the courage to do it again.
After that, Amanda had begun to rub herself off with regularity, at least once a day and often more. She liked to do it just before she went to sleep and she liked it even better as soon as she woke up in the morning. She was getting quite good at it, too, and could come almost at once, if she chose, or make it last for a long time.
She experimented with various styles and techniques. Sometimes she used her fingers, bunched together, to fuck her cunt and sometimes she used the palm of her hand to massage her hot clit--and sometimes she did both at once, to great effect. She loved finger-fucking herself with one hand while she rubbed her button with the other and soaked her crotch with the results.
But she knew little else about sex. But now she was determined to find out.
She thought about it for a while, wondering where and when and with whom she could get fucked. It wasn't going to be easy with her strict parents, but she was going to do her best. These thoughts, naturally, made the little virgin horny.
She decided to give herself a nice hand-job before she got up.
She drew the sheets down and looked at her smooth, nubile body. Amanda did not suffer from false modesty and she knew that any boy would be more than happy to get a crack at such a sexy and shapely body. Her tits were not really big, yet, but they were growing all the time. Her tits were firm and proud and the nipples were large and usually stiff. Her legs wear slim and her hips were pneumatic and her taut ass was shaped like a teardrop.
Her pussy was creamy and hot.
The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her mouth would be ideal for giving head, although she did not yet know what that term meant.
Her mount of Venus was bushy, a mass of curly, honey-hued hair that spread out in a wide triangle at the junction of her sleek thighs and flat, smooth belly, like a sunlit forest divided by a swampy stream. Sometimes her crotch got so wet that the cunt-juice poured down her legs and often it was so hot that it felt like a glowing ember had been stuck between her thighs. It was getting that way now.
She began her birthday hand-job.
She was in no hurry this morning. She was comfortable in bed and with no reason to get up right away, so she decided to enjoy a long, leisurely job. She began on her tits, cupping them and rolling the nipples. She hoped that soon her tits would be large enough so that she could lift them to her face and suck the sensitive tips. Had the horny girl known about giving head, she might well have wanted to go down on her cunt, as well, and give that juicy delight some tonguing.
But that thought had never occurred to her--not yet, at least.
Her hands glided down her belly and flanks. She raised her knees, parted her thighs and stroked her becoming curves, not yet touching her cunt, but caressing herself all around it. Her cunt began to really simmer and then she used both hands between her legs. She sighed and purred, beginning to pant heavily.
Despite her intention of enjoying a prolonged self-pleasuring, the girl had gotten herself too worked up by her thoughts about getting fucked, and her rebellious pussy was demanding an orgasm. She switched her hips from side to side, arched her slim back, and ground her pelvis around as her hands worked their hot magic on her pussy. Cunt juice began to pour from her cunt and seep down into the taut crack of her ass. Her clit started to steam.
Smiling dreamily, she pushed two fingers in and out of her cunt, then began using three, stuffing her slippery pussy while her other hand attended to her vibrant, lusty clit.
Waves of intense and fiery sensation began to lash laterally across her loins and ripples of wild pleasure raced up her thighs. The steamy cauldron of her cunt began to melt. The girl felt so hot she half expected her pussy to ignite.
She cried out with joy.
The flow of her cunt-juice quelled the flames of her desire as it poured from her, soaking her hands and crotch and spreading a damp patch out under her churning ass.
She kept rubbing and fingering away until she was certain that she had milked out every drop and worked off every last spasm of her climax. Then, hands still cupped over her crotch, as if holding the memory of that pleasure trapped within her, she smiled dreamily and waited until her heavy breathing had subsided.
After a while she got up and dressed.
She put on tight jeans and a cotton blouse. She had to really squirm to get into the jeans and they fit her like a coat of paint. It was a good thing that her parents still thought of her as a little girl, Amanda figured. They would never have allowed her to wear such sexy garments had they taken notice of the way she stuffed them with her nubile curves.
She posed in front of the mirror, admiring the way the jeans were drawn into a tight vee at the crotch and then, turning and looking over her shoulder, the way they were molded to the contours of her pert ass. She liked to walk past a group of horny boys, switching her hips, letting them lust for her. She had, she knew, inspired plenty of hard-ons in boys--and men, too, for that matter.
Amanda was starting to feel hot all over again.
She frowned, thinking it was strange. Usually, a hand-job lasted her for a few hours, at least, before she got hot again. She supposed that because she had firmly decided to get herself stuffed full of hot prick, a simple finger-fucking was not enough for her. It still felt wonderful--but the effect just did not last.
The sooner she got fucked, the better.
Should she take her jeans back off and finger-fuck herself a second time? she wondered.
She decided against it. Better to let her pussy steam for a while, just in case she got a chance, that very day, to get fucked. She hoped so! She thought she might go down to the soda fountain and sit on a stool, looking sexy and available, and see if a boy would pick her up.
But she had to wait until her parents went out, for they did not allow her to go to the soda fountain on her own. The wait, she knew, would be frustrating. What could she do, other than masturbate, to pass the time? Was there some novel new experience she should try, now that she was a year older?
Maybe I should smoke a cigarette, she thought.
She had never tried a cigarette. It was forbidden, of course, but she could have sneaked one without her parents knowing, had she wanted to try it, She never had wanted to, before. But now, feeling grown-up because it was her birthday, she felt the urge to try smoking--mainly because it seemed like a naughty thing to do--and Amanda was feeling very naughty.
She knew that her brother, Billy, who was a year older than she, sometimes sneaked a smoke. She had caught him smoking, once, and had earned his gratitude by not reporting it to their parents. Maybe Billy had some cigarettes in his room.
She decided to ask him for one.
She went out into the hallway carefully and listened at the top of the staircase. She could hear her mother and father talking in the kitchen, having their morning coffee. The coast was clear to her brother's room. If he had already left, she might be able to find where he kept his cigarettes hidden.
Amanda hesitated for a moment. She wondered what her parents had bought her for a birthday present, and was tempted to go downstairs and receive it. But she was not a greedy or materialistic girl. The birthday present could wait.
What she wanted most of all for her birthday was a big, hard, hot prick stuck up her pussy. Well, maybe she would get lucky, later.
In the meanwhile, a cigarette would be a sort of substitute sin. Smoking might make her feel deliciously wanton. She went on down the hallway, her juicy cunt squishing between her legs with every step she took, her ass switching back and forth far more than necessary, as she practiced her sexy parade.
Her brother's door was closed. She raised her hand to knock, then hesitated.
If her parents heard her knocking, they would know she was up and they might come upstairs with her birthday present. She certainly didn't want them to discover her with a cigarette. The last thing she needed on her birthday was a scolding--maybe even a spanking.
That was why Amanda pushed open the door of her brother's bedroom without knocking or announcing her entrance.
And that, in turn, was why Billy had no chance to hide what he had been doing.
Amanda stepped in and stopped dead, startled and shocked.
Her brother was naked on his bed.
He had a sexy magazine in his left hand, opened to a glossy photograph of a naked girl. In his right hand he was holding--and pumping--his adorable-looking cock!
CHAPTER TWO
Billy yelped and held the magazine in front of his crotch but his hard-on towered so high that the fat, purple knob could still be seen above the folded pages. He stared in horror at his sister. Amanda, still shocked, gaped back at him.
"How come you didn't knock?" Billy said, feigning annoyance to hide his terrible embarrassment and shame. The lad was blushing bright red--almost purple, like his cockhead.
"What are you doing, Billy?" Amanda asked.
She had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. In fact, she asked the question for two reasons. First, she was not absolutely certain what he was doing because she had never before seen a naked cock before, let alone a boy jerking off. And second, she figured the naive question would show her innocence and save both of them a lot of embarrassment.
Billy thought fast. Was his sister really that dumb?
She didn't look dumb. In fact, Billy had often whacked off while he thought about Amanda's sexy body and he sometimes sneaked a look at her in the bathroom. But Billy was inclined to jerk off at the slightest excuse, so his thoughts were not strictly incestuous. He beat his meat at least three times a day. Once he had gone into Amanda's bedroom and masturbated into one of her bras and another time he had found a pair of her dirty panties in the clothes hamper. Had he ever given those pink silk bikinis a super fucking!
He squinted at her doubtfully. She was blushing, too. But there was some other aspect to her attitude that he couldn't exactly define--was it fascination?
He said, "I was just exercising."
"Oh? I didn't know boys exercised their cocks."
"Sure. You got to, if you want them to get big and strong."
Amanda nodded and now she was thinking fast, too. She could simply accept her brother's implausible excuse and leave--but she was still very, very interested in what he had been doing. Since she masturbated a great deal herself, it was only natural that she should be interested in the masculine version and, since she had never before had a chance to see a hard prick, it was even more natural that she wanted to get a good look at Billy's cock while she had the chance.
The randy little virgin struggled with indecision. Finally lust and fascination overwhelmed her inhibitions. Closing the door very softly, she walked over to her brother's bed and stared down at his rampant prick.
Billy looked up at her, frowning in bewilderment, not able to comprehend just what her intention was, yet seeing her obvious interest. He felt his cock swell and throb even more than it had been! That amazed him. He would have thought that the shock of being discovered whacking off would have shrunk his cock to a mere nubbin.
"Gee," she said, still pretending to be totally innocent. "I see what you mean about exercise. What a big, hard muscle!"
"Errr--yeah, that's what exercise does."
Then he had a terrible thought! If she was really that dumb, she might go shooting her mouth off! She might, in all innocence, mention to their mother or father that she had seen Billy exercising his cock!
He said, "But it's a secret, though. I don't want anyone to know that I'm building my body up--just in case some bully kicks sand on my prick at the beach or something."
"I won't tell anyone," Amanda said.
The magazine had slipped out of the way and she could see his whole huge prick. His prick pulsated under her gaze, as if her vision were physically caressing his hot cock. His balls were as big as balloons, obviously full of something lovely.
"Don't let me stop you, Billy," she said.
"Gee, I can't do it while you watch!"
"Why not?"
"Well, gee--"
"It's still nice and big and I'm watching now." She gave him a demure smile. "Or is there something naughty about it that you don't want me to see, Billy?" she asked sweetly.
Billy began to think that maybe his kid sister was not quite as dumb as she was pretending. "Well, it gets messy," he said.
She raised her eyebrows.
"Stuff shoots out," he said, "sometimes."
"What sort of stuff?"
"The stuff that makes babies," he blurted out. Then, quickly, he added, "But that's not why I do it. That just happens and I can't help it."
"I'll bet it feels nice, though, huh?" Amanda sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Errr--yeah, it does feel nice."
"I'll bet it feels just exactly the same as if you were masturbating, instead of exercising, huh?"
"Gee--how do you know what masturbating is?" he asked. His prick was swelling up more and more with every passing moment and every glance from his sister's eyes. He felt like his wad was going to shoot even without stroking his prick any further.
Amanda decided it was time to end the game. She had no thoughts of committing incest or anything wicked like that, but the opportunity to study the actions of a prick was far too good to pass up, especially now that she had decided to get fucked at the very first chance she got.
"Oh, everybody knows about that, Billy, you silly boy!" she said.
He gulped. "Girls, too?" he squeaked.
"Sure. Girls do it."
Billy groaned with a surge of pure, unadulterated lust. He knew that girls, if they were naughty, liked to get finger-fucked. But he had never thought about them doing it to themselves.
"Gee--do you do it, Amanda?"
"Um hum. It's fun."
The glossy magazine had slid to the edge of the bed. Billy no longer had any need of pictorial stimulation.
"Can I watch you do it, Billy?" she whispered. "Can I stay here until you finish it?"
The boy hesitated. But then he said, "Okay."
Amanda curled comfortably onto her flank and leaned over him, smiling, her eyes glowing, excited and enchanted. Billy took a tentative stroke. The big bloated cockhead spread out and pulsed. The thick vein up the underside of the prick was throbbing violently and the cleft in the tip had parted to reveal a drop of preliminary spunk glistening within. Although she didn't know what it meant when girls talked about giving head, Amanda found that she was automatically licking her lips.
Billy began to pump his cock steadily up and down.
"Can I touch it?" Amanda asked, uncertainly.
She realized that she was getting carried away but she couldn't help herself. Anyhow, whatever happened would be as much Billy's fault as hers, so they would be able to share any embarrassment or self-reproach that might follow. Neither could blame the other. And her hands were itching for a feel of that hot prick.
Billy nodded.
Amanda reached out and touched the swollen head with the tips of her fingers. She drew her hand back quickly, just as if she had touched a hot stove. But then she touched his cock again. The knob felt lovely, like a rubber coated ball with a rock hard center. She reached down and touched his bloated balls, then ran her fingertips up his prick Billy took his fist away. His cock towered before her, unhandled.
Brother and sister looked questioning at each other for a long moment, each with the same thought.
Then she said, "Want me to do it for you, Billy?"
Billy was unable to make his vocal cords function. He nodded uncertainly, then he nodded again, vigorously, showing his total enthusiasm for the project.
Amanda folded her fist around the root of his cock.
It felt wonderful to have such a handful, to feel his prick swell in her grip. The head was glowing like a beacon by this time and his cock felt hot enough to burn her.
She stroked up slowly and watched the foreskin curl up at the ledge behind the triangular cock knob. Then she pushed down again and watched the head flare out from the prick. She repeated the motion. She was moving slowly, in no hurry about it. She was looking forward to pulling him off and seeing his spunk spurt out, but she wanted to enjoy his hard-on for a while, first.
Billy moaned with pleasure. His eyes were fluttering, closing in ecstasy and then opening again, wanting to watch what his sister was doing to him. His hairless chest heaved and he panted. He whimpered. He began to hump up from the bed, driving his loins upwards and fucking through her caressing fist as it rose and fell.
A dribble of creamy fluid oozed from the cleft of his cock. It trickled down onto her forefinger.
Amanda wondered why her mouth was watering. It never dawned on her that she would enjoy taking her brother's cock into her mouth and drinking his jism.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he wailed.
"Yes--yes--" she squealed.
Her fist began to fly up and down his prick now, as she felt his cock getting bigger and bigger. It got so big that she could barely span it in her delicate little hand.
Billy wailed. And then a jet of cum shot from his prick.
It rose in a creamy tower a good two feet above the bed, tumbling in a silvery spray and falling back onto Amanda's forearm and hand. She squealed with joy and kept pumping merrily away, milking wad after wad out of his prick, plying his cock as if it were a high pressure hose.
Billy had never come so abundantly before--mainly because he had never been jacked off by any hand other than his own. The thick, hot stuff was all over the place, soaking his body, the bed, and Amanda's hand.
She kept pumping away until she was sure she had milked out every last precious drop and could feel his cock beginning to soften and shrink in her fist. She stopped pumping, then, but continued to hold his adorable cock, wishing that it would stay hard-or get hard again, so that she could jerk him off a second time.
Amanda really was innocent. It hadn't occurred to her that they might do other things...
CHAPTER THREE
"How long does it take before your cock is ready to shoot again?" asked the inquisitive and more-than-willing girl, as she held his softened prick in her palm, lifting it slightly, as if trying to determine how much weight it had lost during the ejaculation. His balls had shrunk some, too. But even now his cock was a sightly object, looping out from his loins and giving her every hope that it would soon show renewed vigor and get hard again.
Billy, looking dreamy and almost stunned by the extent of his climax, gave her a contented smile. "Not long," he said. "But how about letting me look at your pussy? That's sure to make me get hard again. And I'd love to see how you play with yourself, Amanda. I'll bet girls do more than just stuff their fingers up their pussies."
"Oh, sure," she said.
She didn't mind showing her brother her cunt one bit. In fact, she found the idea delightful. She could just imagine how excited he would get, looking at her creamy cunt, and how big and fat his prick would get. And, if he wanted to touch her, that was okay, too.
She stood up and started to squirm out of her tight jeans.
"Wait a second," Billy said. "I'd better make sure mom and dad are still in the kitchen." He went to the door, opened it quietly and listened.
Amanda watched his big prick swing as he moved. Not completely soft, his cock not only swayed back and forth between his thighs but was also jolting upwards as the shaft began to straighten again.
Billy could still hear their parents talking. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but that didn't matter.
He nodded and grinned at his sister, closing the door gently. He came back to the bed and Amanda squirmed out of her jeans, eager to display her hot pussy.
* * *
There was a reason why their mother and father were talking too softly to be heard from upstairs. It was the very same reason why they were such strict parents.
Strangely enough, it was because they were both over-sexed perverts who could never get enough cock or cunt and who were afraid that their depravity might have been carried in their genes and passed on to their children. They loved being naughty, themselves, but did not think that teenaged children should be promiscuous. They had been strict in order to keep their kids away from the opportunity to fuck and suck--the way they did, with relish.
They had no doubts that once Billy and Amanda discovered the pleasures of sex, both of those offspring would turn into raving sex maniacs. Not that they really found the thought so disturbing--but they wanted to prolong the innocence of their children as long as possible. They were discreet in their own affairs, and didn't want the kids disgracing them by getting bad reputations at school or in the neighborhood. One did, after all, have to consider what the neighbors thought.
That was why Charles and Claire Bryant went to town to fuck.
They planned to go to town today, in fact, and were starting to grow impatient at the delay. They had spent the night fucking rather quietly, and talking about more naughty things. Now they were in the mood to do those naughty things.
"You'd think Amanda would have been down by now to see what her birthday present is," Charles Bryant said.
His wife, Claire, nodded her agreement.
"Where shall we go, darling?" she asked. Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "First, I mean?"
"You choose," said agreeable Charles.
The Bryants had a wide circle of friends, among whom they shared their sexual favors and appetites. Most of those friends were unmarried, for they had a taste for threesomes, more than for wife swapping or over-crowded orgies. They liked to share, for instance, one woman between them and Charles particularly enjoyed watching his wife fuck another gentleman.
"Oh, dear--it's so hard to decide," said Claire.
Claire was a gorgeous woman, blonde and curvaceous. She had big tits, wide hips, and a narrow waist, giving her the proverbial hourglass figure. They never had any trouble finding a partner for her. The only difficulty came in deciding whom to fuck on any given day.
Charles was tall and fit and good-looking. It was never hard to find a woman for him, either.
Like Jack Sprat and his wife, between them the Bryants always licked the platter clean.
"I can never tell which I want first," she said. She licked her lips.
Charles prick, already tense despite a night of balling, began to get as hard as a rock.
"I do so love to lap a cunt," said Claire. "It really whets my appetite, darling. But a big prick is adorable, too--I'll simply have to leave it up to you to decide."
Charles stroked his lean chin thoughtfully. "Let's call on one of your male friends, first," he said. "That way I'll really be worked up by the time we visit a woman and I get my rocks off in her, dearest--if you don't object?"
"Of course not, Charles. But whom? How about Mike Carver? He's a bit of a lout, I know, but he has such a lovely big cock and he always comes twice. That way I can suck him off first, then he can fuck me."
Charles agreed enthusiastically.
"And for you, dear?" she asked.
"Marlene Carruthers, I think," Charles said. "I'm just in the mood for a redhead--a real redhead."
Claire smiled approvingly. She, too, was thinking of that big, flame-colored bush into which she could delve, wallowing merrily in the woman's crotch while her tongue slipped up the sodden pussy.
"Oh! I'm getting so hot," she whispered.
Charles grinned and stood up.
The front of his trousers bulged out with his massive hard-on and his wife's eyes lighted. She was tempted to open his fly, haul out his cock, and suck him off, right there at the breakfast table. Cock and cum beat bacon and eggs any day. But she restrained the impulse, fearing that the children might come down. There was nothing that frustrated Claire more than to be sucking a sweet prick and then be interrupted and have to stop before she got a chance to be rewarded for her oral efforts with a lovely mouthful of hot, thick jism.
"Oh! What on earth is keeping those wretched children in bed for so long?" she cried in impatient frustration.
Had they known, the Bryants would have been very surprised.
* * *
Amanda had her jeans off and she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, like a stripper teasing a customer. Billy sat on the bed, staring in awe. His sister stood beside him, just out of reach, so that he would not get carried away and grab her prematurely. She was enjoying watching him watch her, lewd little trollop that she was--or, rather, that she intended to be. Billy's cock was hard again. As he sat, his prick towered up so high that he seemed to be looking at her across the knob, as if it were a gun sight.
Her blouse opened.
Billy licked his lips at the sight of her firm, pert young tits. They were upright, needing no support. And, with the big nipples so stiff, they looked like little spaceships ready to be launched.
Amanda turned full circle, wearing only her panties now.
He thought they were the same pair of panties that he had jacked off into, that time. They were just a tiny triangle of silk, stretched so tightly across her hips that her vulva looked like a missile loaded into a slingshot, ready to be launched at him. He could see a few wisps of golden pubic hair poking out the edges of the crotchband. Through the semi-transparent material, he could clearly make out the outline and contours of her pussy.
Amanda giggled and hooked her thumbs into the panties, stretching the elastic out and then tugging them down.
Billy groaned as he got his first look at a flesh and blood--and cream--pussy. Amanda's cunt surely looked a whole lot better than the ones in the glossy pages of his magazines, he thought!
Amanda parted her thighs and tilted back, pushing her crotch out toward him so that he could look right at her creamy cunt. Reaching down, she used her fingertips to spread her cunt lips open, revealing the darker, inner flesh that was streaked with cunt-juice and starting to steam. Amanda was a bit surprised at her own wanton boldness. But she was not ashamed because Billy had already put his cock on display and let her milk it.
Naked, she moved to the bed and sat beside her brother, her knees raised and parted. The horny boy was staring between her legs with such intensity that his eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs. Amanda began to demonstrate how a girl played with herself. She rubbed her clit and cunt lips and then began to finger-fuck herself, slowly pushing three fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.
"Ummm," she purred.
Her cunt was sucking on her fingers, making a soft, moist, squishing sound as she pushed in to her knuckles. She twisted her fingers around in the hot cunt before drawing them out again.
Billy began to feel her tits.
He touched her hesitantly, nervously at first, as if afraid that she might resent his hands or' reject him, But, after all, she had whacked him off, so why should she not be willing to enjoy the counterpart? She surely didn't seem to object. She was smiling happily and he began to feel her with more determination. He cupped the plump tits in his hands and rolled the nipples in his fingertips, pulling and exciting them so that the firm buds seemed to explode in his hands.
Amanda drew her hands away from her cunt.
Open and inviting--and unattended--the golden-haired, juicy-slitted pussy sparkled and glowed. Billy gave a little whimper and reached down to cup her pussy with one hand. The warmth of her cunt wafted over him. He began rubbing, then started to use three fingers, bunched together, to plow up her cunt as she had done.
Amanda squirmed and moaned as she ground her pelvis around, working her cunt onto his hand. It certainly was a lot nicer when someone else did it for you than when you did it for yourself, she thought. Again she imagined how much better yet it would be if, instead of fingers, it were a big, hard prick that was sliding in and out of her.
Such thoughts renewed her determination to get fucked. But, of course, it never dawned on the girl that she could let her own brother fuck her. Fooling around like this was okay, she figured. It was just a little bit naughty. But actually fucking--that would be incest!
Billy was leaning right down over her, his face almost in her cunt, as his wrist tilted and he worked his fingers up into the mysterious depths of her loins. Unlike his sister, Billy knew full well what giving head meant--both for boys and for girls. But he had never done it and wasn't sure if he wanted to.
But his mouth was watering, just like hers had been.
Then Amanda was at the peak. His hands had done the job efficiently, and even as the pubescent lad was wondering if he should use his tongue on his sister's sweet pussy, she began to cream.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she wailed, jerking and twitching, her whole hot body starting to vibrate and spasm. "Ahhhhh!"
As the thrill peaked, she felt her cunt melt in his hands. A stream of pearly cunt-juice flooded out, soaking his hands and seeping down into the crack of her ass. Billy gurgled with joy as he saw this flood of female nectar and realized that he had brought his sweet sister to a climax. He continued to push his fingers into her cunt, working her pleasure off as he leaned very close, watching in fascination the results of his caress.
The waves continued to wrack her body for a long time. Then at last she stilled.
"Oh, that was lovely," she said.
Billy pulled his hand out of her pussy and looked at it. His fingers were dripping with delicious-looking juice.
"Can we give each other hand-jobs lots of times?" asked the naughty and nearly insatiable virgin.
"Sure," Billy agreed. "All the time."
And then, thinking the moment appropriate, he pushed his hips out and shoved his prick towards her. It was hard as a crowbar again and the knob was dripping.
Gurgling with delight at this wonderful new game, Amanda folded her fist around the root and began to beat him off again. In this position, she could see that when he came he was going to shoot the thick stuff all over her belly and tits and that seemed like a lovely idea. She pulled his cock up and down and cupped his balls with her other hand, squeezing gently, as if to pump the cum from him.
"Why--" Billy rasped, then faltered.
"Ummm?" she purred, stroking steadily on his prick and gazing in rapture at the bloated knob.
"Why don't you take it in your mouth?" he gasped.
Amanda was startled. "In my mouth?" she echoed. Her hand slowed, still pumping but very slowly now as she digested this new idea--and considered digesting jism.
"Sure... you know... giving head!"
"So that's what it means!" she cried, as if shouting Eureka! at the sudden enlightenment.
"Sure! A blow-job!" Billy said.
"But--but that's awfully naughty!"
"Lots of girl do it--or so I hear."
That was true enough. Amanda had heard half a dozen of her naughtier friends talking and giggling about it. It couldn't be too wicked if lots of girls did it, and enjoyed it. And the sight of that tasty-looking prick was making her drool!
But still--he was her brother.
As soon as she discovered what it was, Amanda had instantly decided to suck some boy off. But she hesitated now at the thought of doing it with Billy. Would it be incest? She wasn't sure. Fucking would certainly be incest, but fucking in the mouth was different.
She licked her lips, as if anticipating what that delectable dick would taste like. She just knew that his cum would be yummy.
Maybe she should just jack him off on her tits and then scoop it up and taste it that way, I she speculated. That couldn't be incest, as it might--or might not--be if she were to actually take his cock in her mouth and let him shoot there.
"Please," Billy pleaded.
Billy had always lusted for a blow-job and looked forward to getting one, although he'd never dreamed that it might be his sister who first mouthed his prick.
"Well--" she said, still doubtful. She wanted to very much, but she was still not sure.
Then Billy said a convincing thing. "If you'll suck my prick, Amanda--I'll lick your cunt, afterwards! Okay? Is it a deal?"
Amanda's mind swirled at the thought of how wonderful it would feel to have a tongue stirring through her cunt! She stared at him and Billy grinned and licked his lips. Oh how she wanted that tongue!
"Just suck it for a minute, okay?" he said. "I won't come in your mouth, I'll tell you before I shoot."
But Amanda's inhibitions had melted and she gave her brother a wicked grin. "If I suck your cock, Billy--I am damned well going to get a nice drink out of it!"
Billy groaned in a positive torment.
"Mind you, I haven't said that I will," Amanda added, teasing the poor boy and feeling his prick swell larger--and more deliciously--in her slowly stroking hand.
Billy looked stricken. His eyes were pleading with her.
Amanda parted her lips and her tongue shifted back and forth. "All right, Billy," she said. "I'll suck your cock for you and you can shoot in my mouth, too. Oh, yes! I want you to! I want to swallow a load of that hot, thick stuff. I'm hungry for your jism!"
Billy beamed with joy and thrust his hips out, driving his stout prick toward her face, the tip dripping. Amanda had gone too far to back out now, not that she wanted to. She wanted nothing more, at the moment, than a mouthful of hot cock. Holding his balls in one hand and the hilt of his cock in the other, she leaned toward him, her mouth open, all set to slurp his cockhead into her mouth and start enjoying her first ever suck.
Then, from the foot of the stairs, her mother called out.
"Amanda! Come down here this instant! We've been waiting for you, you naughty little sleepyhead!"
Well, Amanda sure wasn't sleepy--but naughty, she was. She looked as disappointed as Billy did.
"After they go out," she promised. "As soon as they go out, I'll suck you off, Billy."
What could he do but wait?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Coming, Mom!" Amanda called to prevent the woman from coming upstairs.
She called out with her head still bent over Billy's cock, ready to gobble him, so that she seemed to be using his prick as a microphone. She hesitated for a second, wanting to take at least one lick of his hot prick, but then thought better of it. It would be too frustrating to get just a taste and then have to stop--like eating an appetizer without a main course. And it would leave poor Billy in a terrible state. She eyed his dripping cockhead hungrily for a second, then jumped up and hastily pulled on her clothing.
Billy decided to wait right where he was, naked on the bed, and hope she would soon return.
Amanda rushed downstairs, hoping that the flushed excitement on her face would be taken for pleasure at receiving a birthday present. But both Claire and Charles were rather flushed, themselves.
"Is Billy still sleeping?" Claire asked.
"I guess so," Amanda said.
"Well, we won't wait for him. Happy birthday, darling."
Amanda opened her nicely wrapped gift. They had given her a new dress. She held it up in front of her, thanking them. The dress was far more modest than she would have chosen for herself--she loved to show both cleavage and thigh. But she thought that it was very pretty, in a frilly fashion. And, if she wore no panties under it and sat with her legs apart and managed to pull the hem up, it might be a handy way to let boys get a look at her cunt without appearing to be an exhibitionist.
Maybe now that she was older, her parents would let her wear her new dress out on a date, she thought. She hoped so. And she was determined that the new dress would not remain on her for very long, once she was alone with a boy.
She kissed her mother and then her father, wondering why he leaned over her in such a strange way. She never for a moment suspected that he didn't want her to press against him and discover that he had a gigantic hard-on. And as she kissed hi m, chastely, to be sure, he found that hard-on was becoming even more demanding. It was obvious that his daughter was growing up, thought Charles, and he toyed with other thoughts, as well.
Amanda sat down to breakfast. Claire and Charles lingered for a few minutes, so as not to make their impatience too obvious. Then they told her they had to go to town early.
Amanda had often wondered why her parents went to town so frequently, and stayed so long. But she never asked and she was certainly glad, today especially, that they did.
As soon as she heard the car pull out of the drive, Amanda jumped up, eager to go back upstairs and suck her brother's cock. But then she had another idea. It wouldn't hurt to keep the horny lad waiting another minute--it would only make him hornier--and she decided to try on her nice, new dress, without panties, so that she would look her best when she gave her first blow-job. A mouthful of cock and a frilly new dress--what more could a girl ask for on her birthday?
She went into the front room where there was a full-length mirror and tugged her jeans off. Then she removed her blouse and panties. She was just about to pull the dress on over her head, in front of the mirror, when the family dog walked into the room with a hard-on.
Amanda was amazed. They had had the big mongrel for a year and she had never seen him with a hard prick before.
But Rover knew what he was doing. Rover had scented hot cunt and that scent was not new to the big-cocked doggy.
* * *
Claire Bryant was, in fact, even more depraved than her husband knew. Claire had been fucking Rover, off and on, for six months. That was why she had wanted a pet, in the first place. For she had wondered, for years, what it would be like to fuck an animal. She would have preferred a horse, or a donkey, but a dog was more practical. It had turned out to be as lovely as the over-sexed woman had hoped. She liked, particularly, to get on her hands and knees and let Rover fuck her doggy fashion. Sometimes she even whimpered like a bitch in heat.
Claire had often been tempted to tell Charles that she had been fucking the dog. She knew he wouldn't mind. In fact, he would probably be intrigued and beg her to let him watch the next time she fancied having some dog cock.
But how did a wife get around to telling her husband a thing like that? It wasn't easy. She had dropped a few hints, but Charles--not realizing how all-encompassing her passions were--had failed to get them. It was Claire's fond hope that one day Charles would get around to suggesting that a bit of bestiality might be in order.
If he made the suggestion, Claire would be able to do it, while he watched, and pretend that it was the first time she had fucked a beast. In the meanwhile, her dog-fucking had had to be done on the sly. She had been discreet about it, as the Bryants tried to be about all their sexual transgressions.
Rover, however, being only a dumb dog, did not understand such fine points as discretion. The moment he scented Amanda's creamy cunt, he realized that there were things of interest in the front room and his cock came sliding out from the hairy sheath, ready to do its duty.
Now, with all the innocence of his obedient species, the big black and tan hound came across the room, stiff-legged and stiff-pricked, firmly believing that his young mistress wanted to be serviced.
Amanda had her arms raised, about to slide the dress over her head. Her legs were slightly parted and cunt juice was trickling down both smooth thighs. She watched the dog approach, confused by his hard cock. Had he been chasing after some neighborhood bitch?
Then Rover thrust his cold black snout into her crotch.
"Oh, go away you naughty doggy," she cried, stepping back. She had no time for a pet, at that moment. She was impatient to get her new dress christened by a fount of jism.
Rover stepped forward and, once again, thrust his muzzle into the girl's pussy.
"Stop it, Rover!" she demanded.
The dog cocked its head, slightly puzzled. The big mistress always liked him to lap her a while, before they fucked, It was hard for a dog to learn new tricks.
But then Amanda frowned. That cold snout had felt very pleasant, indeed, when it pressed into her burning cunt. She was willing to wager that the dog's long, nimble tongue would be a real joy!
Oh, no! She mustn't! That was too, too naughty!
But still, it had been naughty to jerk her brother off, too, and she had come to no harm from it. It would be even naughtier when she sucked him off, and yet she was looking forward to it hungrily. Was it any more wicked to let the hound give her pussy a few strokes with his tongue? Just a couple, just to see what it felt like--just a little added birthday present? She was able to convince herself it would be all right.
It wasn't as if she would be doing anything, herself. Just happening to have her legs apart as the dog gave her a lick was not much different than if the friendly mutt licked her face, really.
Amanda was seized by a wild excitement. She felt all the more excited because, really, she knew it was a terribly naughty thing to allow. She put the dress over the back of a chair and sat down, her long, sleek legs extended and her hot thighs apart.
"You can lick it, if you want, Rover," she said, as if she were merely doing the dog a favor.
Then it dawned on her that she need not worry what the dog thought of her. After all, a dog could not kiss and tell. A girl could let a doggy lick her cunt all day and never have to worry about her reputation being ruined.
She could even do other things!
But no! She would never do anything else--just a lick, just enough to get her cunt really steaming hot so that she would enjoy it all the more when her brother sucked her off, later. That was all she wanted.
Rover was hesitant now, having been rejected.
Amanda reached down and spread her cunt lips apart, offering him the aromatic and delicious pussy between her legs. Rover shook his head. He would never understand these humans, he thought. His tongue lolled out over his jaw and he tasted. Then, once again, he advanced, this time to a warm welcome.
The dog began to run his long tongue up Amanda's crotch, lapping her from the start of her ass cleavage to her bushy mount of Venus with each long, attentive stroke.
Amanda began to shiver, then to shudder. She had never felt anything quite as lovely as that hot tongue running up her parted, creamy cunt. She had intended to only let the dog lap her for a moment, then rush yearningly up to her brother's waiting cock, but now she found that the sensation was too good to stop. She knew that she would be able to come in a very short time, if she let the dog continue tonguing her and Amanda loved to come.
She didn't suppose it would be any naughtier, creaming on Rover's tongue, than getting licked without a climax. After all, she would still have plenty of lust left for Billy. Why, it might even work out better, that way. With her cunt taken care of, she would be able to pay full attention to Billy's prick, blowing him enthusiastically, without being in a hurry to finish him off so that she, in turn, could get some head.
"Ooooh--lap it up, Rover," she purred.
She began to move her lithe hips like pistons. She clamped her thighs around the dog's hairy shoulders and humped on his snout. Cunt-juice was pouring onto his pink tongue and pooling up like melted silver in the arched center and dripping juicily from the edges.
Amanda wailed as she came.
Rover lapped it all up.
"Oh, that was so nice," the horny girl sighed, as if the dog could understand her words, feeling very grateful to the clever mongrel. Rover took a last lick and stepped back a pace; Amanda patted him on the head and was about to rise. But then Rover sprang up, his forefeet resting on the chair on either side of her hips. Rover expected a fuck! He had been well-trained by Claire and was salivating for some human cunt, now that he had done the preliminary lapping.
Amanda was startled. "Oh, no," she said. "Go away now, like a good doggy."
Rover's flanks humped. He pushed his big prick in and out, arching above her belly, up to her tits. He could not manage to get his cock up her cunt unassisted, not in their present face-to-face position. Although he might have whacked his cock in all right had she been on her hands and knees, and he was waiting for the girl--as her mother did--to take his prick in her hand and guide it into her steaming pussy.
Amanda felt a little frightened. But then she looked at the dog's prick and saw how big and hard and hot it was, and the girl realized that she was being absolutely selfish. After all, Rover had been kind enough to lap her cunt and, having no hands, he could not jerk himself off. The dog was not as lucky as Billy, for instance. It only seemed fair to Amanda that she should give Rover a hand-job, both out of gratitude for the lovely licking he had given her, and so that the poor dumb brute would not suffer the agony of frustration.
She didn't suppose it would be very wicked, just jacking him off--certainly no worse than letting him lick her. And it was her duty, as his mistress and as a human and as a dog lover. Why, to let the poor thing go on with a hard cock--that would be thoughtless and unfeeling.
Having practiced on her brother, the girl felt confident that she could toss Rover off very quickly and then get back upstairs before Billy began to wonder what was keeping her.
She reached down under his shaggy belly and cupped his cum-bloated balls. Her hand was turned palm upwards, as if lifting his sac and judging the amount of jism stored inside. She touched the red tip of his prick with her other hand. It felt smooth and hot and slippery and lovely. Folding her fist around the hilt of his hairy prick, the girl began to pull the dog's prick slowly up and down. She loved the way the cock knob came throbbing and straining and flaring out from the stalk as she drew the hairy sheath all the way back.
Rover was whimpering and his haunches, humping as he fucked through her fist and wondered when she was going to slip his hot cock into her cunt. Like any male, he would settle for a hand-job--but he preferred pussy.
Just like Amanda, until that morning Rover had not known what it meant for a girl to give head.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amanda was shocked when she realized that her mouth was watering for the dog's cock!
But then she realized that it was only natural, since she had already been looking forward to her first-ever mouthful of cock and here she was, with a tasty-looking cock sliding through her hand and over her tits--not far from her face. It was a dog's cock, to be sure. But it was, nevertheless, a prick, and the sight was making her feel hungry.
She would never do it, of course. She would never do a really depraved thing like taking a dog's cock into her mouth and sucking on it--never! But, oh! It did look so delicious! And she was so eager to see what it felt like to give head! She started to pump his cock faster, thinking that she had best finish giving him a handjob before she got carried away and did something wicked.
Her fist skimmed up and down, fairly flying on his prick, causing his cock to swell and flare. Her work only served to make his fat cock knob look all the more succulent.
The cock tip was bubbling with jism now and Amanda was drooling, like a dog, herself.
What did jism taste like? Well, she would know soon enough when she swallowed her brother's thick load. She knew she would just have to be patient and resist such a terrible urge.
Rover rumbled deep in his throat, humping, his tail thumping wildly. As he thrust, the head of his prick slipped into the cleavage between the girl's plump titties. She let it plow up and down that soft crease for a few strokes, then shifted the tip and touched the dripping cock knob against her nipple. Cum left a glistening track on her tit. When she lifted his prick upwards, a gossamer thread of dog jism spun out, linking the brute's cockhead with her swollen nipple.
Amanda gurgled with pure lust. Her mouth was open and she was jerking the beast off almost in her face. She had an idea that when he shot, his cum might hose her lips, but she did not close her mouth. Instead, she let the tip of her tongue slide out, curved, like a pink carpet over which his cum could skim. That way, she reasoned, she could get a taste of cum without actually blowing the beast.
She leaned closer to his cock knob.
Maybe just one quick lick? she wondered. If she just flicked her tongue across the cleft cock tip, just to get a taste of that slippery, delicious-looking slime--that wouldn't be as wicked as if she were to take his cock into her mouth, would it?
She could not resist the unholy urge.
Amanda touched the tip of her tongue against the tip of the dog's prick. Jism trickled onto her tastebuds. She leaned back, eyes wide and wild, letting the cum slide around on her tongue for a moment and then swallowing the thick drops.
Oh, foolish girl! What horny teenager can take a tiny taste of jism, no matter the species, and resist drinking more? It was just like eating a single salted peanut. She had to have more!
Leaning in again, the girl began laving the dog's cockhead with her tongue, slurping and lapping with hungry relish and greed. Her nimble tongue curled all around the big, red wedge of cockmeat and dipped into the dripping cleft. Cum coated her tongue and lips. She adored the stuff. She simply had to drink his wad when he shot, she just had to let him come in her mouth! She fitted her lips to the pointed tip of his surging prick and let them slowly part, feeding his cockhead into her mouth millimeter by millimeter. Her lips compressed around the ledge of his cock knob and she began to suck vigorously.
Oh, it was wonderful! What could ever be better than a mouthful of cock? Already, even before she had made the dog come, the insatiable little girl was looking forward to sucking her brother off--and any boy who asked her, as well. She was sucking so hard now that she seemed to be trying to inhale the brute's prick, to pull the canine's cum out by suction.
Her hand had stopped stroking his prick now that she was sucking on his cock knob. She gripped him at the very root, dragging the sheath back so that the knob flared in her lips. But then, starved for his load, she began pumping his prick again, jerking the mongrel off right into her mouth.
Rover was yelping and fucking into her face gleefully.
Claire, for all her wanton ways, had never given him a blow-job, although she'd licked his cock once or twice. Now the dog realized that there were things just as good, or better, than cunts. How lucky the human species was, he thought, in hi s vague, canine fashion. How could he ever again tolerate the attentions of a mere bitch?
Maybe, with both of these horny women in the house, he would never again have to!
His balls were about to explode and Amanda was jerking him wildly. She was sucking with gusto, drooling all over his shining cockhead as she lusted for his cum.
Rover howled.
Suddenly the girl's mouth was hosed by cum.
The hot jet splashed in her throat with such force that her head snapped back, recoiling. She bobbed forward immediately, mouthing his cock knob again, not wanting a single drop to be wasted. The dog squirted shot after shot into her maw and she gulped it down furiously to make room for more.
At last his sharp spurts subsided, although his cum continued to pour out, seeping onto her tongue and running into her cheeks. Amanda continued to suck and to hand-stroke him, to make sure that she had milked out every last delicious drop. Not a single bit of jism lurked in his cock and balls when she had finished.
The dog's prick began to shrink in her lips. Amanda still kept on sucking, still hoping to drag a few last trickles of joy-juice from him. The slimy stuff was running down her chin and splattering onto her tits and her tongue. Rover was going wild as she lapped up the overflow from his cock knob.
And her brother, standing stark-naked in the doorway, his big prick in his hand, was shocked, to say the least.
* * *
Billy had been waiting for his sister to return ever since he had heard their parents' car drive off. His cock had been glowing like a lighthouse as it towered above his belly and he was afraid that it might suddenly go off all by itself. Had she changed her mind? Was she going to leave him in torment? Had the girl had second thoughts about doing a thing that came close--very close--to being incestuous?
Finally, Billy decided that he could not wait any longer. He would take his cock to her.
So it was that the boy went downstairs with his prick plowing a path before him, like the figurehead of a ship. He heard Rover panting and whimpering and he heard other, unidentifiable sounds--slurping, greedy, fluid, sucking sounds--and he went into the front room to investigate.
And was mightily shocked. He was also annoyed, envious and jealous!
The dog was getting the blow-job that had been promised to him!
He stood there, too shocked to speak, and watched his sister swallowing that bubbling cream from Rover's prick.
Looking satisfied and dreamy, the girl slowly drew her cream-coated lips away from the dog's shrinking meat. Her tongue slid across her lips, gathering up the stray drops. Then she saw Billy.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Amanda! How could you?" he cried.
She also saw his huge, hard prick. It was bigger than Rover's cock, and smoother, of course, but filled with every bit as much of that hot nectar. She was blushing. After all and all things considered, it is embarrassing for a girl to have he r brother catch her sucking a dog off. But she was also flushed with desire. She could tell from the state of his cock that Billy was in no condition to scold her.
She smiled sweetly.
"I--I got carried away, I'm afraid, Billy," she said. "I was only going to take a few licks, just to get some practice in for your sake, you see? So that I would know how to do it real good, for you."
"But, golly--imagine sucking off a dog!"
"Ummm--it was yummy, too," she purred.
Her lips parted and her tongue fluttered. Billy could see a few ribbons of dog cum still slathered on her tongue. His prick gave such a mighty lurch that he staggered, thrown off balance by the sudden shift in his center of gravity.
He moved towards her. Whatever he thought about the situation, he had to get his rocks off before he exploded.
"That damned dog got my blow-job!" he whined.
"Ummm--but now it's your turn, Billy," she said.
I'll have to settle for another hand-job, he thought. Despite his lust, the boy had been scandalized at finding out that his sister blew dogs.
But there she was, waiting, with her mouth open.
Should a fellow put his cock in where a dog's cock had just been? Billy asked himself. Then he grinned.
Damned right he should!
CHAPTER SIX
Mike Carver worked nights and was therefore usually available for the Bryant's amusement--not to mention his own. Mike was a brawny, hairy-chested fellow who didn't bathe as much as he should have, always had dirty fingernails and spoke in a crude fashion. But Mike also had a ten-inch prick, and that was the important thing.
Claire had picked him up in a low-class bar, the first time they met. She had gone to his dirty apartment, sucked his cock and then let him fuck her a couple of times. His fat prick had been immensely satisfying to the lewd woman and she had arranged to call upon him again the next day.
Mike had been amazed when she brought her husband with her.
But when it became apparent that Charles was willing to sit back and enjoy the performance, Mike had been willing enough. He had fucked Claire with vigor--even more energetically than he had the day before, since he had an audience to impress.
Charles had looked on approvingly, and only joined in after Mike had shot his wad. He loved to gobble his wife's pussy while it was full of another man's hot jism.
Mike thought Charles must be a little strange, to say the least, if not downright perverted.
But he couldn't complain.
* * *
Mike opened the door a suspicious crack and then, seeing who his callers were, threw it wide in welcome. He was wearing a dirty tee shirt and a pair of grey underpants, having been lounging around the apartment all morning, alternately listening to the radio and playing with his prick--not jerking off, but just stroking it up to a nice hard-on, then letting it subside, then stroking it up again. He planned on enjoying a nice masturbation later in the day and knew, from experience, that this prolonged self-stimulation was inclined to fill his balls very thoroughly.
Now he was delighted that he had not jerked off to a climax. He knew he had a tremendous load stored up.
"I hope we aren't here at an inconvenient time?" Charles inquired in his polite manner.
"Naw," said Mike. "Glad to see you."
"My wife needs some prick, you see," Charles said.
Mike crudely patted his well-packed crotch. "She's welcome to all of it," he said, generously.
Claire smiled and looked sexy.
"Want a beer?" Mike asked, playing the gracious host.
"Errr--yes, please," Charles said.
Claire, already starting to take her clothing off, declined. Mike brought a can of Budweiser from the fridge. Charles waited for a glass, but soon saw that one was not forthcoming, so he took a sip from the can. Claire slipped out of her panties and took the beer from her husband, taking a small sip to get her palate working. Mike stood, waiting, his prick swollen enormously in his underpants.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" Claire asked.
Mike nodded and headed there, then remembered his manners and stood back for the happily married guests to enter first. There was a chair beside the bed, comfortable enough, although the stuffing was trickling out of it in a dozen places. Charles sat in the chair and crossed his elegantly tailored legs and, beer in hand, waited for the performance.
This was always the embarrassing part for Mike, who never had figured out what pleasure Charles got out of watching his wife being fucked by another man. Mike was always a bit uncomfortable until he got in the saddle and began banging away. H e was never sure if he should, for instance, kiss Claire before he fucked her. It didn't seem right, somehow, kissing another man's wife right in front of him. He sat down on the bed, pulling his tee shirt off but leaving his shorts on. Claire curled up beside him and dropped a hand onto his bloated groin.
She smiled at her husband.
Charles smiled back, approvingly.
She began kneading Mike's prick and blowing into his ear and squirming her tits against him. Then she bent down and blew her heated breath onto his cock through his shorts. His prick reacted immediately, jamming out and dragging the elastic of his shorts away from his hairy belly.
Claire giggled and gazed down into the gap.
The head of his cock slipped out and the elastic snapped back, trapping the meaty wedge. against his belly. Claire leaned lower and her tongue came out. She began to lap his cockhead, her tongue laving the sensitive underside of that fat, throbbing lump.
Mike looked questioningly at Charles.
Charles nodded happily.
If Charles didn't mind his wife sucking another guy's prick, why should the other guy? Mike tugged his shorts off, squirming out of them while Claire continued to tongue his cockhead. Then he knotted one brawny fist in her hair, folded the other around the hilt of his cock, and rammed his fat, long, hot cock right back into her gullet.
"Unghh," she gasped, as the cock knob clogged her throat.
Mike began to fuck her in the mouth with hard, ramming lunges. He was not a tender lover, but Claire liked a bit of the crude stuff, once in a while, and it thrilled her to get fucked this way. His prick was running right down her throat as he plunged in. As he drew out, her lips dragged on his cock and she sucked adoringly.
"Want me to come in her mouth?" Mike grunted the question at Charles, as he roughly pushed Claire's head all the way down on his prick, burying every fat inch. Her nose flattened against his belly and her chin jammed against his swollen balls.
"Oh yes," Charles said, agreeably. "She likes to drink it."
"I knew that. I wasn't sure if you did," Mike rasped.
Claire's head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for apples. She was deep throating him, taking every inch of his prick in willingly, so that Mike didn't really need to haul her up and down by the hair--although he continued to do so, out of habit, not normally finding himself in the company of such an enthusiastic cock-swallower.
He began to moan as the thrill began.
Claire pulled her lips away from his prick for a second, her tongue still flashing over the tip. "Oh!" she said, "watch, darling. He's going to come any second. Watch him shoot in my mouth!"
Charles was watching with all of his attention, his eyes popping out and his own prick pounding like a jackhammer.
"Ummm--drink his cum, darling!" he enthused.
Mike lunged upwards.
Claire's mouth opened wide and she took his prick right back into her gullet and felt it explode. Her mouth filled with creamy cum and she swallowed ravenously and bobbed her head up and down as she milked his cock and balls to the bone.
She used her tongue to lick him sparkling clean. When he'd finished shooting, she turned to smile happily at her husband, sticking her tongue out so he could see the jism that streaked her tastebuds.
Mike's cock stayed hard.
"His cum is delicious, Charles," said the naughty wife.
"You seemed to relish it, dear," said Charles. "But now I need some up my cunt," she whispered, starting to play with Mike's prick again. His cock needed little attention, it had remained hard and huge. She stroked it a few times, then stretched out on the bed beside him. Mike rolled onto her, his rough hands mauling her in what he supposed was a form of tender love play.
Claire guided his cock to her cunt and rubbed the burning knob around in her gaping pussy, then pushed the head into her cunt. Mike braced his knees and cupped his big hands under her ass, lifting her into an arch, then drove the full length of his mighty prick into her smoldering loins.
"Oh!" Claire said. "Oooooh."
Mike grunted and moaned.
The full length of his great prick was buried in her soft, hot cunt. For an instant he felt faint, as if all his vitality seemed to be drawn into his cock and then drawn out into her loins. Neither moved for a long moment as they savored the sensation of being linked together at the roots.
Then Claire began to work her talented cunt muscles. Her pussy began to constrict around his meaty prick, tightening in rings which ran up his cock from the broad base to the flaring tip, just as if she were jerking him off with some mysterious, internal hand while deep within her belly some hot mouth seemed to be sucking on his cock knob.
Mike whimpered and began to propel his prick into her vigorously. His ass and thighs tightened in conjunction and he shoveled his cock into her furiously, his whole body jerking with the effort.
He fucked into her in a frenzied fashion, as if intent on emptying his balls at the soonest possible moment. That suited Claire. She was so stimulated by the cock-sucking that she had just done that she was ready to come, too.
"Fuck me!" she wailed.
Still using her cunt muscles to wring his prick, Claire began grinding her hips and humping her belly up to meet his thrusts.
Her ass was clear off the bed, now, but she was supported on his great prick, balanced like an acrobat. They were fucking so fast and hard that she could hear his cockhead bumping against the neck of her pussy, a muffled drumbeat that set the rhythm of their lust.
She hooked her long legs around him, her heels digging into his crotch. Tightening her thigh muscles, she seemed to want to pull his whole body right up into her steaming pussy.
Mike's hands clawed at her tits and his head bobbed up and down like a disjointed puppet on a sensual string. Her cunt was so well oiled by her desire that his cock slid into her without any effort at all, but as he drew back, that juicy pussy slurped closed, clamping around his prick and yielding well-lubricated friction that was driving him to new heights.
The soft bed swayed beneath them, as their taut thighs intertwined, their bellies slapped together, and their hipbones clashed. Mike drilled her savagely and thoroughly and Claire clung to his broad shoulders with both arms and wailed and moaned with pure joy as he lashed furiously into her greedy cunt with all the strength he could summon. Her hands moved down his taut back and dipped down to finger his asshole and to flutter over his balls as they swung in and out between his braced thighs.
"Come, come into me... " she panted.
Her belly flipped up, changing the angle of his approach. He rammed home from a lower degree, to the hilt, growling like a beast and whimpering like a soul in torment.
Claire felt him come.
His cock was chock-a-block up her and she felt her whole cunt suddenly fill up with his hot spunk as his prick expanded mightily and the knob erupted like a volcano, spilling forth the thick lava of his loins. He came so hard that his ass seemed to be driven back by the recoil. Gritting his teeth, he rammed his prick home again and a second great spurt burst from his cockhead, filling her hot cunt to over-flowing.
Claire came with him, shuddering and vibrating and jerking about on his cock as her juice gushed into her cunt to flow with his. She squeezed his balls in her hand and tightened her cunt, milking at his cockhead. Mike shot into her again, and then again, each burst as powerful as the one before, hosing her womb with his thick spunk.
At last, hollow and emptied, Mike sank down, his head resting on her fat tits, his body drained of energy.
Claire continued to move for a few moments longer, gently kneading his balls, squeezing out the last drops and working off the final spasms of her own orgasm. Then she sighed and smiled contentedly, relaxing under him. Her body softened and her thighs loosened their grip.
Mike withdrew his prick from her. His cock had diminished somewhat following his orgasm but it was still semi-hard and inordinately large. As he withdrew the knob, her pussy flooded with a rich creamy mixture of love juice and spunk. A creamy ribbon trickled down into the crack of her ass. Charles stared at this fluid evidence of his wife's transgressions. He could hardly term it infidelity, but it was certainly a transgression. He viewed it all in a rapture of voyeuristic glee.
Claire looked questioningly at her husband. She thought he might want to fuck her now, himself.
But Mike's mighty prick was still full of vigor, throbbing and pulsing in a great, meaty coil sprouting from his hairy belly and Charles grinned and stayed where he was.
That suited Claire, too.
She could have all the marital cock she liked and she was perfectly happy to enjoy another stuffing of extra-marital prick now that it was available to her. She raised up on one elbow and slurped Mike's cock into her lips. She sucked on it and her tongue glided and laved around the fat knob expertly. Mike's prick grew into a new hard-on, as big and as hard as if it had not just been drained. She pulled her lips from his big prick and gently pushed Mike down on the bed. She threw her leg across and straddled him, fitting his cock knob into her pussy and working it around for a moment, then relaxing her thighs and settling onto the tower, taking every inch up into her cunt. Her cunt lips spread out on his cockroot like a suction cup. She held the full penetration for a moment, enjoying the thrill of being stuffed to the core with a huge, hard, throbbing prick.
Then she began to rotate her hips, turning her cunt around on his prick without moving up and down yet. Mike began to groan. Claire tensed her thighs and pushed up, rising until only his cock knob was in her and the fat prick stood out between them, like a bridge connecting his balls to her crotch. She settled down on his cock again. She sighed with pleasure and began to rise and fall slowly and steadily.
Charles got up and came over to the bed.
He saw down behind them, lowering his face to get a close-up view of their fucking. He watched Mike's fat prick vanish up his wife's cunt, then come sliding out again, steaming, soaked with cunt-juice. Her ass was grinding, the cheeks parting as she descended.
Charles leaned in and began to tongue her asshole, then drew back to observe some more. He adored watching a prick slide into her, loved watching his wife's cunt getting stuffed chock-a-block full of another man's cockmeat. He loved the way her cunt lips were pulling and sucking on Mike's thick, gnarled, veined prick and the way she ground her hips from side to side in such obvious delight.
Claire spun slowly around, reversing her position without dismounting from his cock. She swiveled around on his big cock as if it were a spit on which she was being rotated over a sensual fire. She continued to fuck up and down, facing Mike's feet now--and facing her fascinated husband.
This was Charles' favorite point of view.
He rested his chin on the bed and slid in close as he stared at Mike's mighty prick going in and out. He saw Mike's bloated balls jam into Claire's soaking crotch at the downstroke, then watched, intrigued, as she rose up and a good seven inches of pounding cock emerged from her cunt.
Her clit was swollen and throbbing as it rubbed against Mike's cock and ribbons of cunt-juice poured down his prick as she ascended the carnal tower. Mike had already come twice and it took longer this time, but that suited both Claire and her observant husband just fine. She went up and down steadily as Mike lashed his hips up from the bed, meeting her as she descended. Her cunt was working on his prick like a velvet wringer as she went up again.
Then he howled with lust as he blew his slimy jet into her cunt.
Claire cried out with delight as she felt yet another dose of hot jism hose her pussy. She rose and fell faster as she milked his cock and ball's to the bone. A blend of cum and cunt-juice streamed from her pussy and poured down his cock onto his balls.
Claire continued to pump until Mike collapsed under her, every ounce of his hot, thick sap spent and every last spasm of his thrill ebbed in the seething intensity of his climax.
Claire slowly dragged her cunt off his cock.
She arched, pushing her hips and belly out toward Charles. Charles gave a wail of lust and jammed his face between her legs, sucking greedily on his wife's cunt. Her cunt was full of another man's jism and it drove him wild. He slurped and tongued and sucked as Claire heaved her crotch up into his face. He tore at his own clothing, opening his belt and fly and releasing his own prick.
His cock sprang out like a wild bull into the bullring.
Mike squinted at Charles' prick. It was every bit as big as his own huge cock, and just as hard and hot. Why in hell did Claire like to fuck other men? he wondered. Why did Charles let her do it? Let her, hell! He encouraged it! It was all a mystery to Mike. He couldn't figure it out. He certainly would never have treated a wife of his like that, no way!
But he certainly didn't object.
Claire was gazing down at her husband's face as it wallowed about in her crotch. She understood these things far more than Mike did--she liked to suck a cuntful of jism, herself. She fell back and raised her knees and fed cunt-juice and cum to hungry Charles.
Then Charles took a last greedy gulp and slid up her body.
His prick glided along her thigh and then rammed into her cunt without manual assistance. It was as if there were a homing device in his cock knob or as if her cunt were magnetic, drawing his compass-needle-cock toward the polarity of her pussy.
He fed the whole big prick into her cunt and held it, looking down into her excited face. Husband and wife exchanged a loving glance, sharing their sense of depravity. Then Charles began to fuck her with long strokes that rattled her hipbones and vibrated her pelvis.
Mike marveled at the woman's insatiable capacity. And Mike didn't know the half of it.
Already, Claire was thinking about the next person she and her husband would be visiting on that day. She'd had plenty of prick--now she was hungry for some pussy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amanda's appetite for cum was unsatisfied, despite the load of dog cum she had just drunk. With her jaws still dripping with the stuff and her palate still tingling with the taste, she eyed her brother's splendid prick with insatiable hunger. The girl thought that she would never be able to get enough of the savory cream to gobble, that she would be able to drink it by the bucketful.
Even before she'd had her first taste of human cock and cum Amanda knew that, judging by the canine cum, she was going to be blowing lots of men, lots of times. How lovely it would be, she thought, to get gang-banged in the mouth--to take on, say, the entire football team, those brawny lads, wearing their helmets and pads. Or the basketball team, did those tall, tall boys have pricks in proportion? To take them on one right after the other, milking each prick dry, licking it clean and then switching to the next in line!
Maybe, someday--someday, she hoped, soon.
But at the moment she had brotherly balls to empty and sibling spunk to drink. It was proving to be the best birthday that the girl had ever hoped for! Although hungry for his cock, she wanted to take her time and make a good job of it, especially since he was her brother and, therefore, likely to prove the most readily available boy in the future. It might not always be possible to get out of the house or to find a boy who required some sucking, so it would be convenient to have a cock in residence.
And there was always Rover, too. Amanda had convinced herself that blowing a dog was not an act of bestiality, just as blowing a brother was not incest. As long as she fucked neither of them, she would be keeping herself relatively pure.
After all, a girl didn't want to become depraved.
The innocent and virginal girl licked her lips and smiled, her eyes gleaming as Billy approached. His balls were so bloated that he had to walk with a bow-legged gait. Amanda's imagination was so lively that she wondered if she would ever get to blow a cowboy--or a cowboy's horse.
Billy stood in front of the chair, his ass tucked in and his prick stuck out like a spike.
Amanda teased him. She licked the insides of his thighs. She dipped her tongue into his belly button. She lapped up the creases where his legs joined his torso, carefully avoiding his cock and balls for the moment, while the lad got more and more desperate, groaning and gnashing his teeth and hissing.
"Suck it, Amanda--suck my cock," Billy moaned.
Placing her hands on his hips, she turned him around. His prick swung past her face like the boom of a sailing ship. He moaned a protest as he found himself turned away from her but, before he could turn back, she had leaned in, giggling at her own naughtiness, and began to run her tongue up the crack of his ass. Then she stabbed it, fluttering and probing, right up his tight asshole.
Amanda supposed that she had invented that little embellishment, having never heard of licking someone's ass before. After a few moments of that, she turned her brother around again.
She began on his balls, tonguing and kissing them, as if worshipping the containers for the juicy feast they held in store. Billy placed his legs wide apart, arched his back, clinched his jaw and waited for the glorious moment when his cock, for the first time, would find itself buried in a sucking mouth.
She began lapping up his prick.
She used long, upwards strokes of her tongue, at first, slurping all the way from his balls to his cock knob. Then she began to switch her tongue back and forth as it went up, following the path of the dark, fat, pulsating vein that seamed his prick shaft. She flutter-kissed and licked at the sensitive point where the veined cock flared out into the big, triangular knob. Then she began to wash the whole steaming cock knob with her tongue, sweeping all around and over the meaty wedge.
Billy was wailing with joy and need, pleasure and desire, lust and craving. His hands opened and closed but he didn't touch her. He was willing to let his sister get on with it as she liked.
Billy was a more considerate lover than Mike Carver--although, of course, the boy did not know who Mike Carver was, nor that the man was, that very moment, fucking his mother down the throat.
Amanda fitted her parted lips to her brother's prick shaft and began to run them up and down, as if playing a skin flute. Her tongue darted around. The tip of his cock had started to dribble, and a slimy nugget ran sluggishly down his cock knob and onto his shaft. Her gliding lips slurped it up and she vibrated with delight as she savored her first taste of human spunk and discovered it was sweeter than the dog's jism.
Then she decided it was time to suck him off in earnest.
She parted her lips around the head of his cock and let his prick slip into her drooling mouth. Her lips compressed around the shaft and she sucked on the cock knob for a few delicious moments. Then she remembered that, unlike Rover's, Billy's cock was smooth and hairless all the way down. She began to bob onto his prick, feeding her more and more of the burning cock into her mouth with each dip of her head.
She didn't use her hands, as she had with Rover.
Amanda was enjoying this so much that she didn't want her brother to come too soon, didn't want to hasten matters by jacking him off into her mouth. Besides, she thought it would be nicer if she did it all with her lips and tongue, without manual assistance.
Even so, it wasn't going to take long. The boy had been horny to begin with--he was always horny, in fact. And the sight of his kid sister sucking off the dog had driven him to new heights of urgency. He began to wail and gurgle as the waves o f sensation lanced and laced through his belly, his thighs, his balls and his prick. The thrill seemed to be melting his whole body and he felt as if he were going to shoot his bones and blood and brains, his very life force and spirit, out through his prick when he came.
"Ummm--yummy," she sighed, taking a momentary pause from sucking, but still licking the tip of his cock.
She looked up at his face, to see how he was reacting to her oral ministrations. From the expression on his face she knew, to her pleasure, that she was doing a super job. It was obvious that cock-sucking came natural to a girl, or to Amanda, at least. She was an expert from the very start, without any need of practice or experience.
"Come, Billy," she coaxed, teasing him with the words as her tongue teased his smoking cockhead. "Shoot in my mouth. I want to swallow your hot, thick, delicious jism."
Her lewd words excited the lad almost as much as her nimble tongue and talented lips. He began to shake violently all over.
Seeing he was about ready to blow, Amanda mouthed his cock again and started sucking with vigor and full attention to what she was doing. A little spurt of preliminary spunk shot onto her tongue, heralding the creamy geyser that was on the way. His cock swelled up so huge that it was pressing into both of her cheeks at the same time and his balls looked as big as cantaloupes as they prepared to release their charge.
"Here--it--comes!" Billy wailed.
Amanda slurped joyfully.
His balls blew and the rich sap sped up his cock and came boiling into her ravenous mouth. She squealed with pleasure and gulped the stuff down greedily, sucking more out all the while, hoping he would keep pouring it into her for a long time, wanting a gallon of the tasty slime.
She emptied his cock and balls and swallowed every drop, wishing that there were more.
His prick, starting to soften, slipped from her lips. She gave it a parting kiss, then leaned back to savor the mouthful of his cum she had swallowed.
"Want me to do you now?" Billy asked, deeply grateful to his sister for her efforts. He could tell from her dreamy, smiling face that she had enjoyed drinking his cum as much as he had enjoyed pouring it into her.
"Um--yes, please," she purred. Then she added, "It's too bad that we can't fuck, Billy."
They looked at each other, sharing the regret. But that would be incest.
And across the room, hearing one of the few human words that he knew well, Rover pricked up his ears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amanda arched her slender back and stretched her legs out, thighs parted. It was the same position she had assumed when she was allowing the dog to lap her pussy.
Billy got down on his knees. His prick was sticking straight out in front of him, not angled upwards in a full erection but not willing to sink down between his legs, either. Already his well-emptied balls, with the potency of horny youth, were beginning to refill themselves.
Billy gazed at. his sister's cunt. "I don't really know how to do this," he said.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage," she giggled.
He had to admit that her pussy looked awfully tasty. The pink cuntlips were unfurled and streaked with cream. The darker, inner lips were gently fluttering. Her clit was stiff and a ribbon of cunt-juice had trickled down her crotch.
Neither of them noticed the dog's inquisitive advance.
Billy leaned in and blew on Amanda's pussy.
It was just like blowing on the embers of a fire. He felt the heat waft into his face and saw his sister's pussy fill up with a new dose of cream. He could have sworn that wisps of steam or maybe smoke were drifting up from the fiery cauldron of her cunt.
He took a lick.
"Ummmm," she purred.
He licked again, running his tongue up her pussy. Ohhhh! I like it, he realized. It's not nasty at all.
On the spot, Billy had become a devoted cunt-sucker. He felt just as Amanda had, knowing from her first taste, that she was going to be sucking off every prick that she could from then on.
He began to lap away with gusto, slurping at her cunt and tonguing her clit. Then he thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy as if he were fucking her with a tiny cock. He spread her cunt lips open with his fingers so that he could lap deeper. He parted his lips and tilted his head, clamping his mouth to her and sucking merrily.
Hot cunt-juice ran over his tongue and seeped past his lips. He began pushing two fingers in and out of her cunt so that he was finger-fucking her and sucking her at the same time Amanda began to vibrate with ecstasy.
Her lively imagination was at work, as well as her cunt. She couldn't decide which felt better, a dog or a brother. The dog's tongue was longer and more nimble, but Billy was able to embellish the caress in other ways--with his lips and his fingers. Then she wondered what it would feel like to have another girl do that to her.
She didn't suppose that she would ever find out, not being a lesbian, but the idea was exciting. A girl, having a cunt of her own, would probably know just what felt best. She knew that she would know, had she ever been inclined to eat a pussy.
No sooner had Amanda had that thought than she began to ponder on it. The idea of sucking a cunt was really not at all disgusting. In fact, it was thrilling. She wondered if any of her girlfriends--the naughty ones who talked about giving head--had ever tried it. She could think of half a dozen of her girlfriends at school who she wouldn't mind giving some tongue to, as long as they returned the favor and didn't tell anyone about it.
She wondered if her daddy ever sucked her mommy's cunt. Then, getting carried away, she wondered if her mother had ever sucked a cunt herself.
Never for a moment did Amanda think that there could possibly be any truth to that idea. It was merely a sexual fantasy and she would have been amazed had she known how many pussies her mom had gobbled. In fact, the woman was slurping away on a creamy cunt at that very moment.
Then the thrill began to build up in her hot loins and Amanda stopped thinking of everything except Billy's tongue and lips.
She closed her thighs around his head, rocking back and forth and rubbing her sodden pussy around on his mouth, soaking him from chin to forehead with a slick film of pussy juice. Billy was moaning, the sound muffled by her cunt and thighs, as he realized he was bringing his sister to the peak and renewed his efforts, tonguing rapidly, sucking steadily.
It seemed as if the cunt-juice was coming out of her pussy in a string, a steady rope of slippery cream uncoiling from her pussy. He gulped it down and sucked for more. His cock began to rise again, coming up in a series of short, sharp jolts.
She cried out, arching her back and bending, her hips switching, her thighs moving against his head. Her cunt melted. She cried out again in a prolonged gasp of pure bliss as the peak came--and stayed, and stayed. She hovered there at the height of all sensation as multiple orgasms rippled through her belly and rushed up her thighs and flooded in her cunt.
At last she slumped.
Billy tongued up the sweet residue of her climax. "Feel like sucking my cock again?" he asked.
"Ummmm--in a moment, just let me get my breath back."
"I sure wish I could put it your cunt," he sighed.
"Oh! So do I! I really do need to have a cuntful of big, hard, prick, Billy. I want to feel a cock squirt a thick load of jism right into my burning pussy!"
They both looked regretfully at Billy's cock. His prick was so perfectly capable of supplying that hot load, yet it was denied them on the grounds of siblinghood. It seemed a terrible shame.
Then she saw that Rover had a hard-on once more.
Following her gaze, Billy took note. "Amanda! You wouldn't!"
"I--I guess not," she said, wistfully. "It's just that I need some cock so badly."
Billy was remembering how thrilling it had been to watch his sister suck Rover's cock and drink his cum. He guessed it would be even more thrilling to watch the dog's long, hairy cock go in and out of her cunt.
"That would be bestiality," he said.
"I know," she sighed.
Billy grinned secretly. "Unless you made him stop before he shot," he said.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I read all about that," he lied. "It's the same as blowing your brother not being incest, you know? You can let a doggy put his cock up your cunt, as long as he doesn't shoot in you.
"Really?" she cried, interested.
"Sure! It was in the Playboy advice column."
"Oh! Oh! Do you think I should?"
Billy nodded enthusiastically. He was really looking forward to watching his sister fuck a dog. He knew it would make him tremendously hot for the next blow-job she gave him.
"But won't that be cruel?" Amanda asked. "I mean, letting him start fucking and then making him stop before he gets his rocks off? That sounds like a real case of cruelty to animals."
Billy didn't want her to back out. "Well, you can let him shoot in your mouth again," he said. "Dogs don't care where the stuff winds up, as long as they get their balls emptied."
Amanda grinned with lascivious joy. "I will!" she cried. "I want to!"
Rover, as if understanding this, came walking toward her, his big, hairy prick, the head unsheathed and glowing, bounced merrily under his shaggy belly and his long tongue lolled out.
What a pleasant prospect!
She was going to get fucked by a dog--and yet not commit an act of bestiality!
Then, once again, she would have the pleasure of drinking the dog's cum, quickly followed by a mouthful of her brother's hot jism--without the blemish of incest!
Amanda was delighted that her brother knew so much about such matters. Had he not told her the truth, she would have supposed that she had already been guilty of incest and bestiality.
She would have to start reading Playboy, herself. It must be full of helpful hints.
But at the moment, she was not interested in hints. The naughty girl was eager to be full of prick.
CHAPTER NINE
Marlene Carruthers was always eager to be full of prick. But she never minded waiting long enough to get her bushy, red-haired pussy sucked first. Meeting Claire and Charles had truly been a Godsend for the randy, flame-haired beauty.
She had been to bed with women before and had always enjoyed it. But after the cunt-sucking was finished it always left her yearning for a follow-up fuck. She often had to get up, put her clothing on, and leave her female lover to go out looking for a man. With the Bryants, she had no such problem. For as soon as Claire had finished, Charles took over.
Charles had discovered Marlene in much the same way Claire had discovered Mike Carver, and at roughly the same point in time. He had met her in a bar. Marlene had just come from a cunt-sucking session with a model she sometimes sixty-nined with and, although she'd creamed very thoroughly in the model's mouth, and drank her own share of cunt-juice simultaneously, her pussy was churning for some cock.
It had not been difficult, therefore, for good-looking Charles, with his well-packed pants, to pick her up.
Claire had gone off to get gang-banged somewhere, or so he assumed, for she had said something about a motorcycle gang on her way out. So Charles went back to Marlene's apartment and threw a super fuck into her missionary style, and then a longer-lasting but equally satisfying one as they stood belly to belly in the shower.
Afterwards, lying on the bed recovering, both of them looking forward to a third fuck, in due course, Charles politely inquired if she had ever been sucked off by a lesbian.
"Certainly not," she'd snapped.
Charles was disappointed, knowing how much his wife would relish a munch of that flaming-red bush. Fortunately, he quickly discovered that it had merely been his choice of words that had been wrong, not his hopeful intentions.
"But I've been eaten out by a normal girl, of course," the hot redhead had added, smiling impishly. "I don't care for lesbians, you see. They are too demanding, too possessive. They tend to get romantic and fall in love, just as if they were normal. They like to have passionate love affairs, with emotions involved, rather than good, old dirty sex. No, I prefer to do my cunt sucking with a normal woman, by far."
She gazed speculatively at him.
"Does that surprise you?" she asked, never sure how a man was going to react to such an idea.
"Oh, not at all," Charles had said. "My wife is the same way."
"Oh? How--interesting."
"It could be."
"In that case, why not?"
The next day Charles had brought Claire to visit Marlene. Claire had been fucked seventeen times by nine different motorcyclists the night before, and had had enough prick for a few days. But she was keen to apply her tongue to the juicy red-haired pussy about which Charles had told her.
Claire and Marlene had hit it off like a house afire. They both felt that lesbians were disgusting and once they realized that they shared that outlook, they got down to some serious cunt-sucking while Charles watched, directed and, ultimately, joined in.
* * *
Marlene was always pleased to see the Bryants. So when they arrived at her luxury apartment, after having left Mike Carver's terrible little place, she greeted them with enthusiasm.
She had just come from the bath and wore a semi-transparent green robe that drifted over her lusty contours with maddening and provocative shifts, giving a glimpse here, a glimpse there, then concealing those areas again. Her long red hair was loose and it cascaded like a forest fire when she tossed her head, bidding them to enter.
"Oh, I'm so pleased to see you," she said, kissing Claire--but not in the emotional fashion of a lesbian. Then she kissed Charles, in turn. "I was just wondering if it was worthwhile to go out, or if I should stay home and fuck myself silly with my vibrator."
"Shall I fuck you silly with my tongue, then?" Claire asked.
"What a good idea!" Marlene agreed.
She led the way to the playroom, a room well-designed for sex, which she preferred to the bedroom. As she moved ahead of them, her hips swinging, lithe and supple, both Claire and Charles watched the sheer garment waft about her smooth, tanned thighs and heart-shaped ass.
Charles prick began to really thunder and Claire's mouth started to water. There was a fireplace in the playroom and although it was not functional, Marlene had fitted it with an electric and plastic pseudo-fire so that mock flames could dance suggestively over naked flesh. In front of the fire there was spread a huge rug, made of synthetic fibers, but in the shape of a polar bear.
There were erotic paintings on the walls. And, on the wall beside the fireplace, was Marlene's prime conversation piece--a small gunrack of antler horns on which, instead of rifles, she had mounted her dildo collection.
It was both amusing and useful--and shocking, too, the first time you came upon it.
Marlene had a dozen dildos in all shapes and assorted colors and various sizes--mostly large sizes, of course. There were red dildos, black dildos, zebra-striped dildos. Some were shaped like spears, others like bludgeons. Some were life-like in configuration, while others were ribbed with a series of hard rubber spikes, like a French tickler.
One was equipped with a set of balls and looked something like a bagpipe. But it was functional. When she loaded those balls with yogurt or whipped cream or jism which she had not swallowed but saved to spit into them, the dildo was capable, due to a thermostatic device in the knob, of actually shooting cum.
Yes, Marlene was well-supplied and capable of taking care of herself, if need be. But no rubber or plastic prick could replace a real cock, nor a real tongue. She was always glad to see the Bryants.
Marlene switched on the electric fire, bending as she did so, the gown molding to her shapely bottom so provocatively that Claire had to lick her lips at the sight. Marlene straightened and turned to face them. Smiling, she slipped the robe from her shoulders. Her tits were large, rolling together in deep cleavage at the inner circumference. Her pubic thicket was a flaming tangle spreading across her loins and, lower down, that bush was bisected by the open slit of her cunt.
She sat down on the bearskin rug, one knee raised.
Claire began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings of her clothing because she was so excited. Her fingers yearned to caress smooth, female flesh, not fool about with buttons and zippers.
Charles began to undress, as well. At Mike Carver's, he had been content to leave his clothing on, at first, while he enjoyed playing the observer. But it was a different matter when the threesome was made up by another woman. He wanted to be all set to join in when whenever the urge became too powerful for him to resist.
Naked now, Claire joined Marlene on the rug.
Marlene was willing to take the passive role, at first. Although she liked to do some cunt-sucking herself, she was willing to let Claire make the initial advances. She also knew that it excited Charles more to watch his wife sucking pussy than it did to watch her being sucked, although he seemed to enjoy all aspects of seeing his wife with another woman.
Claire began fondling Marlene's tits. She lowered her head and licked the tips, then sucked on them.
She stroked the redhead's sleek, unblemished thighs, then began to finger her sodden cunt lovingly, causing Marlene to moan and whimper with the soft pleasure of the caress.
Claire dipped her fingers into Marlene's pussy, then raised them to her lips. She let her husband see that they were coated with cunt-juice and then began to lick that juice from them. She pushed them into her mouth, sucking on her fingers as if they were a little prick.
"Yummy," she purred.
"There's more where that came from," said Marlene, suggestively opening her legs wider.
Claire went down on the redhead. She used only her tongue, at first, lapping at Marlene's creamy cunt with long, slurping strokes.
Charles knelt beside them, leaning closer so that he could see it all clearly. He was burning with lust as he watched his wife's pink tongue slip up that creamy pussy. Marlene reached over and took his swollen cock in her hand, but she didn't stroke it. She just held his prick at the root to make him feel a part of the coupling, to link him up to their bodies. His cock ballooned in her grip but he was willing to delay his own pleasure as he thrilled to the hot joy of voyeurism.
Claire started sucking then, her sweet lips fitted to Marlene's cunt, steadily dragging the cunt-juice out of the redhead, hungrily, passionately, making soft, moist sounds as she slurped. Her tongue slipped up the oiled pussy and probed within.
Marlene rocked back and forth, trembling. She placed her free hand tenderly along Claire's cheek and began to rotate her hips, working her flooded pussy around on Claire's mouth. Claire rubbed her whole face about in the steaming crotch as she worked her expert mouth on the horny woman.
Soon, Marlene was gasping.
"Come," Claire urged, softly, the word muffled' as she uttered it right up Marlene's cunt. "Come for me. Come in my mouth. Let me drink your sweet cunt juice, honey!"
Marlene threw her head back, her face switching from side to side in the throes of passion. Her flaming hair cascaded over her cheeks. Her eyelids fluttered. Her pulse beat wildly in her throat.
"I'm gonna cream," she gasped.
Claire gurgled with delight and her tongue slipped and slid around in Marlene's open cunt and her lips sucked madly.
Marlene's cunt melted in her mouth. Claire slurped it up voraciously.
She sucked away until Marlene had stopped shuddering with the thrill and sank back, momentarily contented, onto the rug. Then Claire raised her face, her jaws dripping, and kissed Charles. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the other woman's cunt-juice on her tongue as she sucked lovingly on his own tongue.
Marlene smiled dreamily. "Now I'm hungry," she announced.
She was stretched out on her back, licking her lips. Claire could hardly deprive a hungry girl, could she? Claire moved up, threw one smooth thigh across the woman's body and straddled Marlene's face.
Marlene was gazing up at Claire's cunt like an urchin at the window of a candy store. Her tongue was out, fluttering, even before Claire lowered her crotch within reach. Claire slowly descended and clamped her pussy onto Marlene's face. Marlene began lapping and snacking with relish.
Claire's pussy seemed particularly delicious today, Marlene thought. It was always delicious, certainly, but today it seemed creamier than ever and there was a different texture, a subtle blend of the spicy sauce.
It was because Claire's cunt was already full of two men's jism, actually. But Marlene didn't realize that, nor would she have cared, for the hot redhead drank cum with as much gusto as she drank cunt-juice. Getting both at once was a special treat.
Claire squirmed around as if doing some bizarre, squatting dance as she ground her crotch into the redhead's upturned face. Cunt-juice was pouring from her, sliding over Marlene's probing tongue, spilling onto her lips and flowing past them, into her mouth. She opened her lips wide and began to mouth Claire's whole pussy with greedy slurps. Her hands cupped Claire's hips, holding her in place, tilting her up as if her crotch were a bowl from which she was drinking.
Claire gave a happy wail and her cunt creamed.
Marlene moaned with muffled joy and gobbled the hot stuff down with a hearty appetite.
After a while, Claire dismounted from the redhead's face.
"My cunt is nicely taken care of now," she said. "But it's made me feel hungry again!"
"Cunt-sucking is a vicious circle," Marlene, who knew the feeling well, agreed. "Getting sucked makes a girl hungry to suck and sucking makes a girl's cunt need to be sucked."
"The obvious solution," Charles suggested, helpfully, "is for you two girls to sixty-nine and come at the same time."
"What a clever idea," Claire told her happy husband.
She gazed at Marlene, who was still lying on her back, her lips slimy with cunt-juice, her red hair matted with an overflow of the silvery stuff, her eyes flashing with desire.
Marlene nodded eagerly Claire spun around into the inverse position. She straddled Marlene's face once again, reversed now, then leaned down and buried her own face in Marlene's crotch. The two women began to eat each other out at the same time, enjoying the pleasure equally at both ends.
Sixty-nining was a wonderful invention, giving a girl the opportunity to eat cunt and get eaten at the same lovely moment. Marlene and Claire worked together, wanting to get the timing just right so that they could come simultaneously.
Charles crawled up and down, his prick sticking out under his belly like a pole. He lowered his head to watch, close up, his wife's lips working on the steaming pussy under her face. Then he moved to the other end of the linkage to admire the way Marlene's tongue was stabbing so daintily up Claire's burning cunt.
His cock was rampaging, demanding that he slip it into something hot and soft and slippery. But he fought against the urge, knowing he would be fucking an assortment of cunts or mouths, whichever he wanted, in the very near future. He wanted the girls to enjoy their sixty-nine without being thrown off stride by the intrusion of a prick.
They timed it just right.
The thrill built in both girls at the same tempo. They seemed to share that magic sensation. It was like an electric current that was rushing back and forth via the transformers of their mouths, stepped up in the coils of their crotches, sparking in high voltage through the closed circuit of their coupled bodies.
They came at the same moment.
Claire felt her mouth fill with cunt-juice at the same instant that her cunt melted and she let her own cunt-juice gush out into Marlene's mouth. She swallowed the succulent stuff down greedily. It was just as if the creamy load passed right through her body and flooded from the other end. As if she were drinking her own cunt-juice out of Marlene's pussy and feeding Marlene her own cunt-juice from her own melting pussy.
They sucked each other off to the last drop.
Then Claire raised her head and looked meaningfully at Charles.
It was time to add a prick to the proceedings.
CHAPTER TEN
Back at the Bryants' house, another prick was about to be inserted in different proceedings.
Amanda, the birthday girl and a virgin, was about to get fucked by the dog while her brother, who was also a virgin, looked on with envy. Billy was fascinated, as well. It was not every day that a boy got to watch his sister fuck a dog!
Remembering how Rover had tried to mount her as she sat in the chair, Amanda guessed they could do it that way just as well as if she got down on her hands and knees and did it doggy fashion.
Not knowing that Rover had been fucking her mother in various positions, she supposed that he was just a clever and imaginative sort of dog. She patted the cushions on the chair and Rover bounded up, his forefeet braced beside her hips, and his big cock thrusting out toward her tits as if he were anticipating another blow job.
She ducked her head down and tongued the slippery red tip of his cock for a moment, just for the hell of it, looking sideways at her brother as she did so. Then she wrapped her hand around the hilt of his cock and pushed him lower, wedging the big, smooth-tipped, hairy-shafted prick into her crotch.
She moved the cock knob around in her sodden cunt, using it like a spoon to stir that creamy bowl. Rover braced his haunches, his hind legs scrambling on the carpet. The pointed tip of his cock slipped into her cunt. She took her hand away and spread her thighs wider. Rover bunched his haunches, trembling.
Then the brute plowed his prick into the willing lass.
There was nothing delicate about a dog fuck. Dogs were not staunch exponents of foreplay. The mongrel whacked his prick into her and began to hump her immediately.
Amanda cried out with pleasure as, for the first time, she knew the joy of having a cuntful of prick.
Billy gasped as he watched that hairy tool plunge in, then pull back out. Her cunt lips were clinging so tightly to it that it seemed as if her pussy was being pulled out as the dog drew his prick back.
Oh, it was just wonderful to be stuffed to the brim with cock, thought the randy teenager. Even a dog's cock! The feeling made her look forward even more to her first human prick. She fell into rhythm with the yelping, whimpering brute, finding that fucking came as natural to her as cock-sucking had.
She arched her back and pushed her cunt down as the dog plowed up her pussy and she rotated her hips as he drew out, winding her slippery cunt around on the receding prick.
She clamped her thighs around the dog's haunches and hooked her heels behind his churning ass, riding under him, gyrating on his prick. She was wailing and moaning, panting and gasping. She reached down under his shaggy belly to play with his balls.
Amanda took her brother's cock into her free hand, stroking it slowly up and down--but not enough to make him come. She was still looking forward to another mouthful of his jism, after the dog had emptied his cock and balls.
She had to remember to pull Rover's prick out before he shot! But she hated to, she knew it would feel just wonderful to let him hose her cunt with his hot slime.
Rover's hairy haunches were fairly flying now as he fed his cock to her with savage energy. His back was arched so that he was like a straining bow, ready to let fly a fluid bolt. He whipped his cock into her so fast that it hissed as it sped up her cunt, like a heated crowbar dipped into a tub of water. His cock was steaming as it pulled back out, lathered with the juice from her pussy.
Amanda started to come. Her eyes rolled about wildly as she experienced her first-ever orgasm with a cuntful of prick. Her nubile body jerked and jolted. She could feel the dog's cock balloon as he neared his own savage orgasm. The thrill ripped through her.
The dog howled.
She had to pull his prick out before he shot or she would be guilty of bestiality! She grasped the root of his prick in her fist and tugged.
She plucked the head of his prick from her pussy at just the last moment. The shining red cock knob plowed up her belly, through her pubic hair, and a geyser of jism spurted out, skimming up her belly and flowing between her tits in a creamy deluge.
The hot little nymph stared down. When she saw all that steaming cum going to waste she could not help herself. She shoved the dog's cock back into her cunt just in time to let him spill his second scalding spurt up her pussy. The stuff hosed her and she cried out with lust as she felt it jet into her cunt.
Rover kept humping wildly away as he emptied his balls into her virginal, human, cunt.
Her cunt juice poured down as she joined the dog in the ecstasy of mutual orgasm.
Rover slowed.
Amanda had a terrible thought. What if we get stuck together, like dogs do? she wondered.
But she needn't have worried. Drained now, Rover pulled his prick from her cunt and hopped down from the chair. His soaked cock was dangling down under his belly, leaving a trail of cum and cunt-juice on the carpet.
Amanda looked at her brother.
He looked shocked--but his prick still looked inspired.
"I guess I shouldn't have put his cock back in my cunt, once he started to come, huh?" she said, embarrassed.
But Billy didn't want his kid sister to start getting the idea that she was doing things she shouldn't do.
Thinking fast, he said, "No, that's okay--as long as he shot his first wad on your belly, the rest don't matter. It's only the first that counts, according to Playboy."
"Oh, I'm glad," Amanda said. "I was afraid that I might have been guilty of bestiality."
"Nope--don't worry about that."
Billy was moving in now, offering his pulsating prick to his sister's mouth. She scooped up a handful of dog cum from her belly and tits and lapped it from her palm. Then she turned, ready to suck her brother off once more. But now that she knew what it felt like to have her cunt full of cock, she hesitated.
"I wonder if that's true with humans?" she mused.
Impatient now, Billy pushed his prick into her face. She turned away so that his cock slid along her cheek instead of going into her mouth.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I mean, if you were to put your cock in my cunt--but pull out before you came--would that be incest?"
Billy grinned hugely. "Why, of course not!" he said.
"Are you sure, Billy?"
"Absolutely, Amanda. I read it. Would Playboy lie?"
"Ummmm--in that case, maybe you ought to fuck me a little, huh? As long as you promise not to shoot in me."
"Oh, I promise!"
She smiled wickedly. "Not the first spurt, that is," she said. "If it's the same as with a dog, I guess you can shoot your second spurt into me without having to worry about incest, right?"
Billy was nodding up and down enthusiastically.
Amanda slid out of the chair. She was sick of that position, having already been fucked in both the mouth and the cunt while she perched there.
She dropped down on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at her brother. He understood.
The dog had fucked her in the human position. Now, from her brother, she wanted a doggy fuck.
Billy knelt down behind her, vowing that he would pluck his prick out before he came. He'd even almost convinced himself that that was true. It sure was a lot of fun, not committing incest!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marlene and Claire were combining to give Charles a blow-job at that moment. They had hauled him onto the rug and stretched him out on his back with one girl curled up on either side of his pelvis. His cock stood up between them and, when they each wrapped a fist around his long prick, they might have been choosing up sides for a baseball game, with a bat.
The cock knob was fiery red and bubbling with froth from the tip. The vein was pounding vigorously up the underside of the shaft and his balls were crammed with juice. It was a delectable sight, no doubt of that, and the two cock-hungry girls gazed at his prick hungrily. Cunt-sucking was a treat but when it came right down to it, both of them preferred to suck a prick--especially such a big, cum-filled prick.
"Be my guest," Claire said graciously when Marlene gave her an inquisitive look.
Marlene leaned down and slurped Charles' cockhead into her mouth. She sucked lovingly, her cheeks hollowing in and her red lips curling outward on his prick.
Claire moved in lower and lapped his balls, loving the way the hard nuts jiggled within their hairy sac.
A trickle of preliminary spunk shot onto Marlene's tongue, exciting her so greatly that she was tempted to keep right on sucking until she milked his hot load out. She loved to drink the slimy stuff. But she knew that would be very selfish of her and she certainly did not want to antagonize Claire, who was such a good friend.
She sucked dreamily for a few moments, then pulled her lips away and gave Claire a crack at it.
Claire tongued the bubbling cock tip, then mouthed it.
Marlene gave his balls some licking while Claire worked busily on his flaring cock knob.
Then they switched again.
Charles was loving this. The best part, he figured, was that, despite being tremendously horny from watching the girls sucking each other off, he was still able to prolong the pleasure for quite a while. Each time the women switched places on his prick he was granted a momentary cooling-off period.
The disruptions in the steady sucking aided his control. As his cock towered between them, unmouthed for a moment, the cock knob was smoking and steaming and thick globs of cum oozed from the tip. Then one or the other fell upon his prick again and polished it to a luster.
Marlene cupped her big tits together, deepening the cleavage, and let Charles fuck up the soft, warm tunnel between them. As his purple cockhead came squeezing out from between Marlene's tits, Claire tongued it with moist, fluttering strokes.
Then Claire took the cock knob into her mouth again and Marlene began to run her pursed lips up and down his shaft. Her mouth started at his balls and ran up until it brushed against Claire's cock-filled lips.
The two girls kissed each other with his cockhead between their mouths, their lips parted around his meaty slab. They swapped tongues back and forth, their slippery lips gliding around his cockhead as they passed it back and forth. Cum streaked his cock knob and streamed down onto their lips.
They began to play with each other's tits, and then to finger-fuck each other. But it was just a sideline--they were both concentrating on sucking Charles' prick.
Charles wondered which one of the cum hungry girls would get to drink his load. Which one would be lucky enough to have his cock in her mouth when he shot his wad? The girls were wondering much the same thing. But they were willing to share. Despite the fact that they both loved drinking jism, they realized that it was not right to be selfish at a time like this.
Charles began to groan and his balls ballooned.
Marlene slipped her lips over his cock knob.
Claire ran her tongue and lips up and down his prick, tracing along the fat, ventral vein, almost as if she were jerking him off in the grip of her compressed lips.
His cock went off like a stick of dynamite.
Marlene gasped as her mouth and throat filled up with the mighty deluge. She gulped it down hungrily, then slipped her lips away so that Claire could get a dose. Claire quickly bobbed down, her mouth open, just in time to let Charles' second geyser erupt in her maw.
Claire hadn't quite gotten her lips closed on his cock when the slimy stream squirted out. Marlene, looking on with interest, saw the creamy stuff blow from his cockhead and rise like a heavy cloud into Claire's open mouth. Claire pursed her lips then, taking a delicious suck and dragging out a third jet.
Marlene swallowed the fourth.
Charles had stopped squirting, but heavy banners of the stuff continued to pulse from his cock knob. Both girls, working in unison, used their hot tongues to lap up every drop.
His cock remained rampant.
Not even pausing to rest, Marlene sat on Charles' towering prick.
She rode up and down, stuffing her burning pussy to the brim with his magnificent prick and laughing with a pure joy of it. Claire knelt behind her ass and lapped his balls. Then she moved up and began using her nimble tongue in the crack of Marlene's ass. She stabbed the tip into the redhead's asshole, rimming it with gusto. Then, recalling how she had sat on Mike's prick backwards, she asked Marlene to turn around. She wanted to have the same view that he had had.
Charles grinned in approval, pleased to find that his wife's tastes were in accord with his own.
Marlene threw her knee across Charles' body and turned, facing the other way. Claire got her excited face right up close and watched her husband's fat prick vanish and then emerge. The stalk pulled out slimy with cunt-juice and Claire knew she simply had to have a taste of that. Cunt-juice was delicious stuff and it was even better when it was served on a cock.
She fitted her lips around his prick, slurping away, letting him fuck right through her mouth enroute to Marlene's pussy. Then she slid up a bit higher so that she was able to suck Marlene's clit and Charles' cock at the same time.
Claire was kneeling, her ass hiked up, her cunt bubbling. But she was enjoying the feast of cunt and cock so much that, although her crotch was on fire and demanding attention, she ignored it. Her tongue felt like a clit and her lips felt like cunt lips as she mouthed merrily away.
Charles' prick began to swell alarmingly, the fat rod spreading Marlene's cunt lips wide open.
Claire was pushing her tongue up into Marlene's cunt alongside Charles' cock, her lips sucking wildly as she gulped the nectar from that stuffed pussy. She was staring down, looking fondly at what she was eating, and actually saw her husband's big balls blow.
The hairy sac seemed to burst and his cock expanded as the hot sap rushed up. Then he was spilling another creamy flood deep into Marlene's sucking cunt. The juice poured from Marlene as cum and cunt juice blended into one delicious sauce. Claire opened her mouth wide and laid her tongue out over her lower lip and slurped the succulent stuff up with all the pleasure of her gluttony.
Charles' prick slipped out of Marlene's cunt. It was starting to soften now, after this second quick climax.
His cock bowed down in a fat arch and Claire mouthed the knob, sucking it clean. Then she clamped her lips to Marlene's hairy pussy again and began to suck every drop of that jism from her. After all, it was her husband's jism and it belonged to her, by rights. She had every right to slurp it out of Marlene, for she had not given it away but merely lent it.
She sucked possessively.
She swallowed every last drop and wished there were more.
Charles lay, panting, his massive cock stretched out along his thigh now, requiring a few minutes to recover.
Marlene, having been fucked and sucked at the same time, had come with great intensity. She, too, had to rest for a moment. She curled up beside Charles on the rug, her legs parted so that Claire could continue to suck her cunt, if she wanted to.
But that sweet cunt was empty now. Claire had already sucked it dry.
And Claire's own cunt was screaming for attention.
Raising her cum-smeared face, Claire happened to notice the dildos on display on the wall.
"Mind if I borrow one, honey?" she asked, knowing that sometimes a woman is jealous of her dildo and does not care to have it commit infidelity. But Marlene had no such sentiments and was perfectly willing to share her dildos, just as she was always willing to share a man.
"Sure, Claire," she said, graciously.
Claire jumped up, sending the cunt-juice streaming down her thighs. She moved to the wall, her pussy squishing, her very nature abhorring the void of an unstuffed cunt. She took a huge black dildo down, sucked on the tip to lubricate it, then slowly fed it up her pussy.
"Ummmm, nice," she purred.
It had been nice sucking on it, too, she thought. A wicked gleam came into her eyes. She took down another fat dildo and brought it back to the rug, too. She knelt down.
The black dildo that was stuck up her cunt wagged behind her just like a tail.
Claire fed the second dildo to Marlene's pussy, pushing it in slowly and pulling it out carefully. Marlene's cunt started to get juicy once more--then it started to get soaked.
Claire fucked the long rubber tool into her until every inch of it was slathered with cunt-juice. Then she brought it to her mouth and began to suck on it. She pushed it in and out of her lips, fucking herself in the mouth and sucking Marlene's nectar from the rubber cock as she did so.
It was nice to have a cock in her mouth and her cunt at the same time. It would have been better if they were real cocks, of course, and she knew that the next time she and her husband visited Mike--or any one of their other male acquaintances--she would have to suck the man off while Charles fed his prick to her cunt. Or vice versa--or both.
Then she thought about having three men at once. The idea was thrilling!
She jumped up again, the black dildo still sticking from her cunt and the other one stuffed into her mouth, and moved back, walking somewhat awkwardly, to the dildo display. She selected a third of modest size--modest, that is, for that collection. Still it was a good eight inches long and thick in heavenly proportion.
Claire knelt down again beside Marlene and Charles so that they could clearly see what she was doing. She smiled at them, her lips curling around the hard rubber cock in her mouth.
Then she began to push the third dildo up her asshole.
The fit was tight, at first, but then her ass muscles relaxed and her taut asshole expanded to accommodate the welcome prick. She worked the cock right up into her bowels.
Then Claire began to squirm. She looked like a porcupine, sprouting dildos from all ends.
Her mouth slurped. Her pussy sucked. Her well-stuffed asshole began to tighten in rings around the fat ass-raker. It was as if she were digesting the thing in reverse.
Claire was amazed at how lovely it felt to have an assful of cock. She had never gone in for ass fucking before. Now she knew she would have to get Charles to ass fuck her very soon.
His cock was starting to rise again, she noticed. Very soon, indeed, she thought, as she saw the potent cock rise to a new perfection.
It was by pure coincidence that her son, Billy, happened to look at her daughter's asshole at just that moment and got the very same idea.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Having told Amanda that it would not be incest as long as he pulled his cock out before he shot his wad, Billy Bryant was a bit worried about it. He was not at all sure he would have the willpower to pluck his prick from her pussy at the crucial instant.
Amanda was on her hands and knees, her ass hiked up, waiting for him to slip his prick into her from the back.
Billy, trying to get the logistics just right, was studying the scene as he sank down behind her, his cock jutting out like a spike. If he pulled out at the last moment, he guessed he would squirt his jism all over her shapely little ass, he thought.
And then, quite naturally, he thought--or in her asshole?
Would his prick fit up her ass?
The idea thrilled him. He hated the thought of pulling out and shooting into the air. He wanted to spill his load somewhere in her nubile body--and he didn't think ass fucking was incestuous.
But he wasn't sure what his sister would think of the idea.
He folded his fist around the root of his cock and pushed his loins forwards. His cockhead nestled into her flooded cunt. He began to move his prick up and down her pussy and the girl whimpered with the sensation. He was not up her cunt yet, but he was brushing at the edges.
She was thrilled to the core by such joy, eager to get deflowered and be rid of the terrible burden of her virginity. She pushed her ass back, trying to jam her pussy down onto his probing prick.
Billy lifted his prick. His cock knob was nice and slimy from her cunt, now, well oiled up. He fitted the tip into the crack of her ass and, hiking up a bit, aimed it right into her asshole.
He pushed firmly.
"Not there, silly," she said.
Billy continued to push resolutely.
"Billy! That's the wrong hole," she said. She was giggling at her brother's mistake.
But then, as his prick continued to wedge and pry at her ass, Amanda frowned in wonderment. Why, it felt sort of nice! It felt like it might be very nice, indeed, were the randy boy to shove his big, hard cock right up into her bowels! The tip of his cockhead had slipped into her tight asshole but when he tried to feed more of his long prick to her, the shaft bent slightly. He hiked higher, changing the angle. With the tip stuck up her ass, he no longer had to hold his prick by the root. He clamped his hands on her hipbones as if they were handles, and began to drag Amanda back onto his cock as he thrust it into her.
"Billy, that's my asshole!" she squealed.
But her tone was not one of protestation, nor did the naughty nymphet try to dislodge her brother's cock. In fact, she began to squirm and wriggle against him, as if to make his entrance easier.
Encouraged, Billy said, "Let me put it up your ass, Amanda. I can shoot in you, that way."
Amanda was in two minds about this. The thought of getting fucked in the ass excited her and she was perfectly willing to try it. But she still wanted to experience her first-ever cuntful of cock and hated to delay that pleasure while he plowed her up the asshole.
But Billy's words decided her, for she adored the idea of having her brother squirt his jism into her body. And, if she could not have that hot load in her pussy, her asshole was far better than nothing.
"All right," she whispered.
She lowered her head and hiked her ass higher.
Rover looked on, his muzzle resting on his paws, puzzled. He wondered why these humans were going to fuck dog style, first. And then he wondered why the dog human was putting his hairless prick up the bitch human's asshole? It was awfully hard to figure humans out.
But it was interesting to study them. Rover was a voyeuristic sort of dog.
Amanda's ass muscles began to loosen and relax. The head of her brother's prick was inching into her ass, slowly spreading the hole, going in millimeter by millimeter. The deeper it went, the better it felt. She hoped that her asshole could take his big cock. She wanted very much to get stuffed full with that incandescent cockmeat.
Billy pulled back on her hipbones as if he were drawing a tight boot onto a foot.
Amanda helped him by squirming back onto his cock.
Suddenly, his whole cock knob was in her!
The big meaty prick slipped in and her asshole clamped closed around the shaft behind the knob, gripping him snuggly. The knob was the fattest part of his prick. Now that that was in her, it would forge a path for the rest of that long cock.
Billy worked his cock in slowly but surely. Then he was buried to the hilt in her asshole, his balls hanging down into her crotch and his smooth belly flattened against the curvature of her shapely ass.
He held the full penetration for a moment, loving the sensation of having every inch of his prick inside hot, tight flesh and letting Amanda thrill to the wild joy of having a fat cock stuffed to the root in her asshole.
The hot cock knob felt like a glowing lump of iron in her bowels. Her asshole began to work like a pliable wringer on his prick, sucking and compressing. It felt as if she were jerking him off inside her.
"Oh! Move, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck my ass!"
Billy drew out. It was difficult, for the first several strokes, for the fit was very tight, but as he slowly pulled out and then plunged back in her asshole adjusted to the passage and after a few moments the horny lad was humping into her easily.
His balls swung in and slapped against her steaming cunt.
His belly slapped on her ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in ecstasy. Having her asshole full of prick was every bit as wonderful as a mouthful. Oh! Row heavenly would a cuntful be?
Billy grunted. He was sweating with his efforts and a lank lock of hair fell across his youthful brow. His ass corkscrewed as he ground his cock into his sister's ass, steadily, shoveling the cock into her, feeding it in to the hilt while her asshole sucked and clutched on it.
Amanda reached back between her legs and got a handful of his swinging balls, squeezing gently, as if to pump the cum from the sac and send it pouring up his prick and boiling into her bowels.
She wanted his jism! She wanted to feel the steaming cream spurt deep into her belly and she began gasping.
"Come, Billy. Shoot it up my asshole! Fill me with your thick, hot cum!"
His prick seemed to be shoving so far up her ass that the knob must surely be reaching her belly! She had a fleeting moment of concern as she wondered what effect her digestive juices might have on that living meat. What if he pulled his prick out and found it half devoured? But then it dawned on her that people had been fucking each other in the ass for ages and if there was any danger of a cock being digested, surely Playboy would have given warning.
Her ass and hips rotated, whipping back to meet his cock.
Billy shoved his prick in with hard, rippling strokes. Rising higher, he plowed down. Her knees spread out a bit farther. He was fucking her right down into the carpet.
She shoved back, wailing and panting, redoubling her efforts as she kept pace with the horny boy. She still had a handful of his balls and she was rubbing them around in her crotch as he filled her asshole.
Her cunt was over-flowing. Thick streamers of cunt-juice poured down her thighs and the splayed out. His balls and belly and thighs were coated with a film of juice, as if he had been being spray-painted.
"Come! Come! Come!" she cried. Billy threw his head and shoulders back. His hands tightened on her hipbones and he slammed his fat prick in as far as it would go.
His balls blew and a flood of steaming lava rushed into his sister's hot ass, washing through her in a deluge. He squirted a second load into her, and then a third She felt every drop as it burst from his cock knob, burning her, driving her to wild heights of joy.
At last his balls were empty.
Billy, grinning rather idiotically, as if his mind had spilled out with his spunk, pulled his prick out. A flood of jism poured from her asshole as he removed the plug. He sat back on his heels, his prick still jutting up before him, softened only slightly.
Amanda turned around, still on her hands and knees, a satisfied smile on her lips. She crawled to him and took his soiled prick into her mouth and sucked it clean. If her brother was kind enough to put that sweet prick up your naughty asshole, she reasoned, it was only fair that she clean it up for him afterwards.
His cock had only softened a little and as soon as her legs and tongue began to work on it, the potent prick tightened and expanded and rose up into a brand new hard-on.
Amanda continued to suck. Her asshole had imparted a new flavor to his prick and the randy virgin was savoring it with appreciation.
Billy thought she intended to suck him off again and settled down to enjoy it before feeding her another mouthful. But then Amanda pulled her lips away from his cock. Tasty as it was, she still had not had it up her pussy and by this time the girl was not even worried about incest.
Amanda just had to get her cunt fucked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was awkward to move with three dildos stuck in her, but Claire managed to move gracefully and erotically as she came over to the bearskin rug on which Marlene and Charles waited with growing excitement. Her slightly rounded belly undulated like an exotic dancer's, her lush hips swayed, her well packed, firmly molded ass rippled.
The expression on her sensual face matched the expressive movements of her body. Her lips caressed the big rubber cock just as if it were a real cock, promising to reward her oral attentions by squirting a load of lovely juice into her throat. Her cunt and asshole were tightening on the other two dildos.
She sank to her knees at the foot of the rug and Marlene's legs parted automatically. Claire pulled the dildo from her mouth and fucked it up Marlene's pussy a few times. Then she put it back into her mouth, sucking the hot cunt-juice from it. She repeated the process, alternating the rubber prick between Marlene's cunt and her mouth.
After a while, Claire leaned down and, dispensing with the dildo, buried her face against Marlene's steaming pussy, her mouth open wide and sucking rapturously.
The other two dildos were still stuffed up her cunt and asshole. Her pelvis writhed with sensual pleasure, as if the inanimate cocks were actually fucking her pussy and ass.
Charles observed with interest.
He watched Claire's tongue slide, rippling, up Marlene's soaking cunt and he watched his wife's sweet lips pull adoringly on the redhead's stiff clit. He reached down and got a hold of the hilt of the dildo that was up his wife's pussy.
Charles began to fuck the fake cock in and out of her cunt with slow, steady strokes. She pushed back to meet the thrusts, purring and drooling as she gobbled Marlene's creamy pussy.
"Ummmmm--ummmm--ummm," Claire purred, as she swallowed cunt-juice. "Ahhhh... ahhhhh," she sighed as the dildo probed her cunt.
Charles switched his grip to the other dildo and began to feed it into her asshole. The fit was tighter and Claire moaned, but not with pain--with the pleasure of having her taut asshole spread by a prick.
Charles began to fuck both of the rubber tools into her at the same time, like a two stroke engine. As he shoved one up her cunt, he drew the other out of her asshole, and vice versa. Then he altered the rhythm, stuffing asshole and cunt full of prick at the same time.
Claire was going wild with the sensations. She could feel the two dildos sliding together through the slender partition that divided her two holes. She felt so full of rubber cock that she thought the outline of the one in her cunt must be pressing a furrow out along her belly and the one in her asshole must be spreading her pelvis wide open.
Without removing her open mouth from Marlene's pussy, Claire looked sideways and saw that her husband had a gigantic hard-on again. She rolled her eyes in glee, but her mouth stayed where it was. Her lips were parted wide so that her mouth was plastered to Marlene's cunt, glued there by saliva and cunt-juice, slapped on by suction, and linked by the rivers of pussy juice that ran from Marlene's cunt onto her tongue.
Charles saw her signal with her eyes.
Slurp, slurp, went her mouth, but her eyes were free to suggest that he whack his big prick into her.
Charles started to draw the dildo from her cunt.
Claire shook her head, which made Marlene squeal with a new sensation, as Claire's mouth rotated on her cunt.
Charles lifted his eyebrows.
He tentatively pulled the ass-fucking dildo out a few inches and Claire nodded happily, her lips sliding up and down in Marlene's frothy crotch as her head went up and down. Charles pulled the buggering stick out and turned onto his knees behind his wife's upthrust ass.
Her cunt was still stuffed brimful of rubber cock but her asshole was available. The other dildo had done the work in advance, spreading that tight ass tunnel and making it ready for the insertion of a flesh and blood and cum cock. He fitted h is cockhead to her little brown asshole and paused, wanting to make sure that this was what she had in mind.
Claire, her voice muffled in Marlene's redheaded muff, gurgled in the juicy foam. "Oh, darling--yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me up the ass!"
Charles began to push his prick in. Slowly, inch by inch, he fed the fat cock into her until he was buried to the belly in her ass. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread those firm globes apart so that he could stare down and see the hilt of his cock where it vanished into her sucking asshole.
He began to withdraw, watching, fascinated, as his fat prick pulled out. He drew back until only the big, shovel-shaped cock knob was stuck in her, then pushed his whole long, thick prick back in. He began to feed it to her with steady pace.
Claire gurgled with delight, still mouthing Marlene's cunt hungrily. She reached back with one hand, got hold of the other dildo and began to fuck herself up the cunt with it.
Charles could feel the rubber prick rubbing against his own prick as he went in and out. It added a new dimension to the act, a new sort of friction. That, plus the fact that her asshole was tighter than her cunt, causing the man to tremble and vibrate with his rapidly approaching climax.
Marlene wanted a better view of what was going on behind Claire's upthrust, mobile ass. She craned her neck, lifting up on her elbows to look past Claire's flank, but she couldn't see the fucking from that position.
She didn't want to break contact with Claire's mouth, for her pussy was sparkling and foaming under the attention of those clever lips and that masterful tongue, but she truly did want to enjoy the sight of some ass fucking. She began to turn around, her body revolving around her crotch, as if her cunt were the hub of a wheel.
Claire, realizing that Marlene wanted to change positions, hiked up to let her legs and hips come around and her torso slide under. Marlene squirmed underneath Claire and worked herself into the bottom position of a sixty-nine. Her face was placed under Claire's crotch so that, gazing up, she could see Charles' prick going in and out of his wife's asshole, although the cunt-stuffing dildo was partially blocking the view.
Marlene grasped the fake cock by the hilt and pulled it out of Claire's pussy.
A deluge of cunt-juice bubbled out from the vacated pussy. Heavy drops of the creamy stuff fell into Marlene's face and onto her parted lips. Her tongue swiped them up.
It seemed a shame to let that delicious cunt go unsucked and unattended and she could see that she would be able to watch the ass fucking perfectly well with her mouth clamped onto Claire's pussy. She leaned up and Claire settled down and the two lusty women began to eat each other in a sixty-nine while Charles continued to pour his cock up his wife's asshole enthusiastically.
His balls, swollen with a new load of juice, dragged along Marlene's face as he worked his prick in. Marlene gave the hairy bag a few licks as it slid down to her mouth. As it pulled back, her tongue delved as far up Claire's cunt as it would reach. She loved that cunt. She wished that she could push her whole face right up inside Claire's pussy and eat her out from within.
Charles began plowing in fast and furious.
The girls gobbled with renewed hunger.
All their hips and bellies and asses ground wildly about as they reached for the final peak of their passion. Like some well-oiled machine, the three parts of this linkage slid together--and came together.
Charles spilled his smoking wad of cum into his wife's eager asshole in a spurting stream.
Marlene's cunt seemed to erupt like Old Faithful as it billowed a blossom of cream up into Claire's mouth.
Claire's pussy over-flowed on Marlene's upturned face.
Charles' cum poured from Claire's asshole as his cock continued to push in, pumping the stuff out like a plunger. The jism ran down into her crotch and through her open cunt and poured into Marlene's mouth.
They moved together until all three were finished and drained. Then they collapsed in a cluster of panting contentment.
What else could they do now?
Claire thought about it for a few minutes.
There was something that she had wanted to tell Charles for a long time and get him involved with. Now, inspired by all the erotic things they had been doing, Claire's inhibitions had faded away.
"Well," she said, "I guess that now that you've had my asshole we've done just about everything that a threesome can do."
Charles frowned as he tried to think of some arrangement or coupling that they had not yet attempted.
"Two girls and a man, two men and a girl--now what else is there that we might try?" Claire said, thoughtfully. She still wanted her husband to suggest it.
But Charles hadn't thought of it.
It was naughty Marlene who had the thought. That sexy redhead giggled and said, "How about fucking a dog?"
"A dog?" Charles gasped. But his prick, limp and drained as it was, gave a jolt at the concept.
"A dog?" Claire echoed, giggling, too.
Marlene had no qualms about admitting it. After all, Charles was not her husband and she had no need to be modest and shy with him. She grinned at him.
"Sure, why not?" she said.
"Have you ever had a dog?" Charles asked, thrilled by the idea.
"Well--only once," Marlene admitted.
"Oooooh! Tell us!" Claire squealed.
"Well, it happened when I was just a teenager," Marlene said. "The neighbors had this big Alsatian and one day I noticed that he had a hard-on. There must have been a bitch in heat in one of the houses nearby, I suppose. Anyhow, I got the idea that it might be nice if I were to jack him off--just to do him a favor, you know? So I called him over and started petting him and rubbing his ears and all, then I just let my hand slide down and under him and took his prick in my hand. I started to jerk him off."
Marlene licked her lips and went on. "Boy, the dog was going wild, rumbling in his throat and humping my hand and--well, I always was a naughty girl and his cock felt so nice and big and I knew how much that dog would appreciate some pussy so I took him into the house. I took my clothes off and got down on my hands and knees and he mounted me. We had a little trouble getting his cock in my pussy, but we managed."
Marlene smiled. "And then, after that, it was really wonderful. Dogs put a whole lot of energy into fucking, you know, and I really loved the way he pounded that hairy prick into me. It was one of the best fucks I've ever had. I must have come three or four times before he shot his load up my cunt."
"Wow!" Charles exclaimed.
Claire was looking at him mysteriously, smiling as ambiguously as any Mona Lisa.
"Would you ever do a thing like that, Claire?" he asked.
"Would you want me to?" she countered.
"Yeah! If I could watch!"
Claire saw that the idea was truly exciting her liberal-minded husband. She had expected that it would. Being a liberal thinker, Charles was not prejudice about race, creed or color so why should she be bigoted against dogs?
Claire looked demurely at her husband. "Charles, dearest--I have a confession to make," she said, lowering her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes.
"Oh? What would that be?"
"I've been fucking Rover," she said.
"Oh, wow!" Marlene gasped.
"Rover?" Charles said. "You've been fucking Rover?"
Claire nodded.
Charles looked stunned.
"I hope you aren't angry," Claire said.
Then he grinned. "Well, I am angry," he said. "I'm angry that you didn't tell me before, and let me watch."
"I've told you now," she said.
His cock was rising, but Charles ignored it. He'd had enough fucking and sucking for the moment. Now he was eager to sit back and relax and watch his gorgeous wife fuck the dog.
"Do you suck his cock, too?" he asked, hoping she would say yes.
"I never have, no," she said. She saw how disappointed he looked and added, "But I will, if you want me to, darling. I'll blow Rover and he can come in my mouth."
Charles felt faint with lust.
"Oh, you are naughty!" Marlene said. "And lucky, too."
"Let's go home now," suggested Charles.
"Okay, darling," Claire agreed, enthusiastic about the idea.
"Can I come?" Marlene asked.
"Why not?" Charles said, agreeably. This was his lucky day--and Rover's, too.
Little did they know that Rover had already struck it lucky.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Amanda took Billy by the hand and, as she lay back, drew him on top of her nubile body. Her thighs were parted and he knelt between them. Dropping his head he began to suck her nipples. She cradled his face in her hands and writhed against him.
His prick was edged tight to her crotch, the knob looming out above her mount of Venus, as if she had an upside down cock on her own distinctly female loins. The hard, fat cock lay across her groin and she could feel it throb.
"Fuck me, Billy," she urged. "Fuck my cunt!"
"Oh, yeah!" he gasped. "I promise I'll pull out when I'm almost ready to shoot."
Amanda smiled at him. "Don't you dare!" she said.
Billy groaned at the thought that he would soon be squirting his jism into her pussy. It might be wicked but they were both long past the stage of worrying about that. Anyhow, he reasoned, if a guy's sister sucks dogs off and fucks them and blows her brother and lets him fuck her up the asshole--well, how much naughtier can a real fucking be?
Billy slid back far enough to drag his prick across her mound and place the tip in her creamy gash cunt. Then he pushed it slowly in it in slowly and steadily.
Amanda whimpered with delight as she felt her cunt fill up with a prick for the first time--well, the first time with a human prick, anyhow. Billy's fat cock was stuffing her beautifully.
She began to work her cunt muscles as soon as he was halfway in, the soft, padded rings closing around him as if desperate to suck his whole long cock up her cunt. Then he shoved the last inch in and their crotches were jammed tight together, his whole cock buried up her pussy.
Amanda moved first. She rolled her hips, twisting her cunt around on his cock, her pussy muscles dragging demandingly.
Billy began to fuck her. He moved slowly at first, feeding his cock to her with long, underslung strokes. His ass corkscrewed and bucked. He raised up and fed a thrust to her from a higher angle so that the full length of his prick rubbed across her clit, coming and going.
Amanda cried out with the thrill and threw her lithe legs around him, her thighs clamped to his flanks and her feet locking behind him. She met him stroke for stroke, pushing her cunt down as his cock plowed in and then rolling her hips and pulling with her cunt muscles as he pulled back out.
He was long-stroking, drawing back until only the tip of his prick was wedged in her cunt. Then he pushed his prick all the way to the root, his balls pressing into her frothy pussy.
They were both thinking that fucking was the best thing they had tried yet. It was better than cock-sucking and cunt-sucking and ass-fucking--although all of those things were lovely and worth doing again.
Amanda began to yearn for his jism. She knew that she would come the instant she felt his hot juice spurt into her. The lava of his lust was going to set off a chain reaction in her pussy.
"Come," she urged. "Shoot in me, shoot up me, fill my cunt with that lovely spunk, Billy!"
Billy grunted. He was just about ready to shoot. He had a last moment's doubt, thinking he should pull out and squirt the stiff on her belly and tits, or quickly move up and spend it in her face, her mouth. But even as he wondered whether he should, he knew in his heart--and in his balls--that there was no way he would be able to pull out of her hot cunt before he came, even if he wanted to.
He drove in faster and harder, fairly pouring his prick into her now as the spiraling thrill built in his belly.
"Gonna--shoot--" he gasped.
"Yes! Yes! Shoot in me!"
His balls seemed to melt with the intense force. The thick juice sped up his prick and came spurting out in hot jets from the head of his prick, hosing her cunt violently.
Amanda wailed and her cunt started to cream the moment she felt his jism spill into her.
They pumped wildly together as they worked off their mutual and simultaneous orgasms, whimpering and moaning. Billy emptied his cock and bails to the bone and in the process pumped Amanda's cunt-juice out in a deluge that matched his own.
Finished, they looked at each other with adoration. His cock was still in her, still hard.
"Let's do it again, okay?" she asked.
Billy grinned and nodded.
He started to pump again.
"Wait--let's try it from the back, this time," she said, eager to experience as many variations as possible now that she had finally started to fuck.
Billy drew his prick from her pussy. Amanda turned over onto her hands and knees and he knelt behind her, as he had when he was fucking her up the asshole. But he had a different target now.
He slipped his prick into her cunt and held it for a second. Then he began to ram and thrust with wild joy as her ass and hips rolled and rocked and jammed back to meet him.
All this was too much for Rover.
The dog had been confused when he watched the boy fuck her asshole. They had been in the doggy position, but the lad had put his prick in the wrong hole and it seemed a bit perverted to the dog. It didn't seem right that humans should fuck doggy style, anyhow, and to make a mockery of it by fucking the ass was all the worse. Now, however, they were doing it like proper dogs and Rover could understand what was happening.
But it still wasn't right. Why should a dog be neglected while a boy did a dog's work?
But then it dawned on the dog that he had had his fair share of human style sex, as well. Like getting to shoot in the girl's mouth, for instance. He had truly enjoyed that. It was a novelty and a treat. Rover had quite a few bitch friends but not a single one of those bitches--not even the French poodle--had ever sucked him off. He decided to take advantage of the situation.
He walked up, stiff-legged, in front of Amanda.
She saw that his cock was hard again, the tasty tip thrusting out from the staining prick, the hairy foreskin peeled back. The idea of having a cock in both ends at once was appetizing. She knew that Billy wouldn't mind. In fact, he was panting right at her shoulder as he gazed down to see what she was doing with her mouth.
She ducked her head under Rover's belly and let him push his prick into her parted lips. Her tongue lashed his hot cock and her lips sucked adoringly on the tasty mouthful. She hoped that the dog would fill her mouth full of jism at the same moment that her brother shot a load into her cunt.
She began sucking with the steady rhythm that would soon bring Rover to a climax, while Billy started slamming his cock in faster and harder.
Rover was humping, fucking her in the mouth. His cockhead was wedging right down her gullet.
The happy girl had the idea that the dog's cock and her brother's cock, both very long, might be bumping together like moles somewhere in the middle of her body. She felt as if she were pierced right through on their pricks, rotating slowly over a fire on a spit of pricks.
They were fucking with such total concentration that none of them--not even the keen-eared dog--heard the car pull into the driveway.
* * *
Charles, Claire and Marlene were all very excited at the prospect of doing and watching some dog fucking and sucking. They were hoping that the children had gone out so that they could get right down to it, instead of having to take the dog back to Marlene's.
"It's almost a shame that we are such strict parents," Claire said, as they went up the front steps. "If we gave the kids more freedom, they'd no doubt be out now."
"Yes, well, now that Amanda is older perhaps we should let her start dating," Charles said.
"Ummm. She'll probably get fucked, though, if we do."
"Oh, I shouldn't think Amanda is that sort of girl," Charles said, as he opened the door. "Unless," he added, with a wicked grin, "she takes after her mother."
They started down the hall and then all three of them paused as they heard sounds from the front room. They were sounds suspiciously like cunts being fucked and cocks being sucked. They looked at each other, puzzled. They could definitely hear squishing and slurping and a hell of a lot of heavy panting.
It occurred to Charles that perhaps some horny hobos had broken into the house and were using it to fuck, for what other explanation could there be? The only ones who belonged in the house were Billy and Amanda, and Rover, of course. And certainly none of them would be making such sounds.
They went on down the hall and looked in--just as the three way fucking reached its creamy conclusion.
Rover shot in Amanda's mouth.
The three adults saw the thick canine cum over-flow the teenager's lips as she gulped it down and sucked for more.
Then Billy blew his load up her cunt.
They saw the slimy stuff, mixed with cunt-juice, pour down Amanda's crotch.
Marlene giggled and Charles and Claire looked at each other in shock. Then they looked back into the room with undisguised interest.
It was obvious that being strict parents had not worked. Now, at the same moment, they both saw their mistake. It was a lot better to be a liberal-minded, tolerant parent, they decided--and a lot more fun, as well.
When Billy and Amanda looked up and blushed with shame, the blush lasted only a moment. Their parents were smiling and already taking their clothing off as they advanced across the room to join in a remarkable family get-together.
