Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
WHAT A FAMILY FEAST! - a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
When Wendy Franklyn saw her daddy's cock for the first time, she was shocked and amazed.
She was also deeply impressed.
The teenaged girl had gone into the bathroom, not realizing that it was occupied. Her father, John, was standing under the shower with the curtain open. With his face tilted up under the spray, the man wasn't aware, at first, that his daughter had come in. Wendy started to go back out, then paused to stare at him.
He was broad shouldered and flat bellied, well muscled and lean and suntanned.
He was handsome, with a rugged face and close-cropped hair streaked an iron grey at the temples.
But it was his prick that intrigued the girl.
Wendy, rather a passionate young lady, was not unfamiliar with cocks, but she had never seen anything to match her daddy's prick.
For one thing, it was huge.
Even soft, as it was at the moment, it was larger than most of the young men's pricks that Wendy had encountered. It looped out from his loins in a fat, meaty coil that hung halfway down his sinewy thighs. It reminded the impressionable teenager of a miniature elephant's trunk.
For another thing, it was shapely.
The purple knob was shaped like a mushroom, flaring out from the thick cock-shaft. His stalk was seamed by a heavy vein that stood out prominently. The knob was connected by that long rod to a set of balls that seemed to be as big as apples in his groin.
But what amazed and impressed Wendy most of all was that her daddy's cock was ridged by a network of raised scars up the shaft, all crisscrossed like the stitches in a quilt. It looked as if it had been sewn together by some crazy scientists, put together out of the parts of a half-dozen cocks.
A young man whom Wendy dated had once tried to impress her with his worldliness by showing her the French Tickler that he carried in his wallet. The rubber sheath had been spined like the backbone of a dinosaur with hard rubber ridges. Wendy hadn't let the boy use it on her, mainly because he had admitted that he had used it several times before, washing it out for future functions.
But her father's cock reminded her of that tickler.
She just stood there, staring.
John was soaping his flat belly, blissfully unaware that he was under observation. He lathered on down to his groin and began to soap his cock and balls. He smiled slightly, as if he was enjoying the sensation as he worked the soapsuds into his cock and balls.
His thick stalk began to swell and elongate farther, rising up towards the horizontal.
Holy cow - is Daddy gonna frig off? Wendy wondered. A hot flash shot through her loins at the idea.
His palm was frothy with soapy lather. He folded his fist around his cock-rod and slowly pulled up and down. Maybe he was only washing his prick, Wendy thought - yet it seemed to be quivering as he stroked it and it was very definitely getting fatter and stiffer in his hand.
He shifted down and soaped his balls, thrusting his ass and hips out. Now his massive prick was jutting out level with the floor, not yet angled up into the position of an erection but definitely semi-hard.
Wendy held her breath.
The naughty girl was hoping with all her horny heart that her daddy was going to toss himself off. She was dying to watch him beat his meat and to see all of his hot, thick fuck-juice spray from the fat cock-knob.
But then he turned to let the shower wash over his broad back - and saw her standing there.
He wasn't embarrassed.
After all, he was only taking a shower and she was his own sweet little girl so he saw no need to be modest. He just gave her a big grin.
Wendy jerked her eyes up, blushing slightly, hoping he hadn't seen the way that she had been staring so intently at his cock and balls.
"Oh, excuse me, Daddy," she said.
Lowering her eyes demurely, she left the room.
She started to go back her bedroom, thinking that she would give herself a good finger-fucking while she fantasized about her father's incredible prick.
But then she paused and a really naughty look came over her impish face. When she'd left the bathroom, she hadn't closed the door completely. Now she returned, stopping to listen. The shower was still running so she knew her daddy would still be standing under it and that it would be safe enough to steal a look in through the ajar door.
She didn't suppose that she was going to be lucky enough to see him jacking off, but looking at his gigantic cock even unhandled was a treat for the little minx. She wanted to store up lots of mental images that she could recall later, while she enjoyed a hand-job. Wendy peeked into the bathroom again .
Wendy, along with feeling a definite incestuous desire for her daddy's cock, also felt a mild curiosity as to how it had become seamed by scars.
There was a history to that.
As a young man, John had once been fucking the ass off a corn-fed farmer's daughter. They were on a blanket in the fields, really going at it enthusiastically. He had felt particularly vigorous in the fresh open air.
The rural girl had blonde ringlets, big tits and haunches like threshing machines. She was proving a most enthusiastic piece of ass, as well.
Her heavy, firm thighs were folded around his hips, heels beating on his ass as he steadily slogged his rock-hard cock into her creamy cunt.
"Plow me, Johnny - sow my fields!" she had gurgled, in her pastoral pillow talk.
He fed it to her with long, rippling, under-slung strokes, his balls dragging along the ground. Her churning ass jolted as he stuffed her to the brim.
Her cunt was seeping like a silo, soaking the soil under her grinding haunches. John whacked his cock-meat in to the hilt, plunging ball-deep up her countrified cunt.
He began to grunt and tremble.
"Oooooh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed, realizing he was about to cum.
John pounded in with pounding strokes.
Cows were mooing.
Sheep were bleating.
A sheepdog barked.
And a farmer began to howl in outrage.
The farmer, a beefy, brawny fellow wearing overalls and a frayed straw hat, had been checking his flock and had almost trod upon the couple as they rutted merrily away like beasts of the field.
Not in the best of moods at any time, the farmer now became violently angry as he realized it was his daughter getting plowed. He began to berate them, cursing and screaming and stomping the ground in fury.
But John was getting into his cum-strokes and was out of control, unable to break off the action.
With the girl's scandalized father standing over them, John squirted his seed into her cunt. The farmer howled. John drained his balls off with jerking strokes.
Looking guilty and sheepish, he pulled his prick out of her pussy. A gooey wash of spunk poured from her pulsing cunt and the farmer became very agitated as he saw the evidence of fucking.
John, an urbane young man, tried to make light of the situation. He looked diffident. The farmer's huge, horny hands reached out threateningly.
"Please, B'rer Fox - don't throw me in the briar patch ..." John said, trying to make a joke.
But he had given the farmer an idea. And John was no rabbit. The farmer lifted him bodily and flung poor John right into the thicket. John's cock and balls were still hanging out and as he tumbled around in the briar bushes, the wicked thorns slashed into his swinging cock-shaft, cruel barbs digging into the fat cock-flesh.
Leaving John hooked on the thorns, the farmer dragged his daughter home, where he punished her by making her suck his prick.
John painfully pulled his prick from the briar patch and studied the damage woefully.
It was only superficial, he decided, and the thought of going to a doctor and having his cock stitched up was not an inviting prospect. He left it to heal on its own. Soon, enough, it did. But the big cock was left seamed and ridged by scars. John had been embarrassed the first time he presented his prick to a young lady after that misadventure, even apologizing for the condition of his cock. But the girl had loved it. The affair had proved a blessing in disguise. John's cock, already gifted by magnitude, had now become - as his little girl had noticed - just like an exotic French tickler. The big scars that spread out in a network over his cock-rod added wonderously to the sensations that cock-rod imparted to a woman's tender pussy.
It was like some ancient weapon, a mace, a lance, a battering ram, a seige machine - and the ladies dearly loved to have it plow into their pussy-holes. John had played the field for a while, benefiting multitudes of cunts. Then he had met Vanessa, a voluptuous and promiscuous woman who adored his cock so much that she married him.
Happily married, now, they had a young son and a nubile daughter - who had just discovered what a fascinating fuck-stick her father was gifted with.
Now that lustful little girl had sneaked back for another peek at the paternal prick.
John, too, was staring down at his cock and balls.
Although he had pretended not to notice, John had been well aware of the way his daughter had been staring at his cock and balls. It turned him on.
He had gazed speculatively after the girl when she left the bathroom and his cock had begun to swell.
Wendy was in for a visual treat . . .
Chapter Two
John felt a bit guilty at getting aroused by his daughter, but he couldn't help it. Wendy was a delightful little minx, with cinnamon hair, big, sexy eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. She had pert, thrusting tits and a high, hard, delightfully rounded ass. Just about every boy at school had jerked off while thinking about Wendy.
Why shouldn't her daddy?
John didn't beat his meat very often, since his wife was always horny and available - but he had never had his nubile daughter stare at his cock with such interest before, either.
He was passionately inspired.
He stood under the shower with his head lowered, watching his balls balloon and his huge cock-stalk rise up in a series of jolts until it was standing erect. Angled up from his loins, the bloated purple cock-knob extended as high as his breastbone. That knob seemed to be staring back at him from its solitary eye as he gazed down his body.
John couldn't decide if he should jerk off or deliver his hard-on to his wife. Vanessa would, as always, welcome an unexpected cuntful and John was thinking that he could close his eyes and have all sorts of wicked thoughts about their daughter as he balled her mother.
But then his piss-hole parted and a glob of milky pre-cum came oozing out.
John realized that he had become so horny that he would shoot his bolt the instant he buried his thundering prick into Vanessa's hot fuck-hole.
That, he knew, would not please her.
He figured that the best thing to do was to give himself a quick hand-job, to take the immediate pressure off, then go to his wife for a longer fucking.
Wendy thought it was a good idea, as well, as she peeked in from the hallway and saw her handsome father fold his fist around the hilt of his cock.
She thought that she was going to faint.
John pushed his loins out, still standing in the shower but turned away from the nozzle so that the spray fell over his neck and shoulders - and his daughter had a full frontal view of his body.
He pulled his hand up his cock-shaft lightly, just skimming the cock-rod in an almost casual stroke. Then he tightened his grip and pumped up and down again, grimacing at the sensation of the more vigorous stroke.
As his fist pulled up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his slick purple cock-head like a fleshy carpet. Then he pumped back toward his balls and that massive slab flared out in a wide edge of naked meat.
Pre-cum squeezed out of his piss-hole, hot and thick and creamy. It ran down his cock-knob slowly, like sluggish quicksilver, then onto his cock-shaft. A pool began to build up in the web between his thumb and forefinger as his fist slid smoothly up the oily stalk.
He fondled his balls with his left hand, kneading and cupping, lifting them in his palm as if he were weighing the cum-load that they contained.
His ass and hips pumped and he fucked up through his fist as it jerked down. He was stroking steadily, but slowly, obviously enjoying the hand-job and apparently wanting to make it last as long as possible.
His fat cock-head was starting to glow like a lightbulb by this time. The pre-cum was steaming on the hot cock-meat.
His eyes were closed and his lips were dragged back from his teeth in a grimace.
What is he thinking about? Wendy wondered.
She hoped he was thinking about her.
Wendy was going wild as she watched her daddy wanking. She felt as if her eyeballs were being pulled right out of their sockets.
Wendy had gone to the bathroom intending to take a shower, herself, and she was wearing only a white terry cloth dressing gown. She was wishing that she had pretended not to notice her father at first - long enough to slip out of the gown and give him an eyeful of her naked, nubile body.
She let the robe open now as she knelt at the bathroom door. Her slender back arched and her delectable tits thrust out. The girl's tit-tips were so stiff that they looked like little pink rockets ready to be launched from the delicate rosy pads of her aureolas.
She was concentrating on her father so completely that when she began to caress herself, she was only faintly aware that she was doing it.
John frigged happily away, never for a moment realizing that he was performing for an audience. Images of his sexy little girl paraded through his fevered mind, and incestuous fantasies danced in his fertile imagination.
His prick leaped up like a performing seal balancing a big purple ball as his fist pumped down to the hilt. He had taken his free hand off his balls now, letting them swing at the base of his cock-shaft. They looked heavy as sandbags as they came looping up and out.
Wendy's mouth was watering and her pussy was melting as she gazed at his adorable cock and balls. She cupped her plump tits in both hands, lifting the mounds and shoving them together into deep cleavage. She wished that her daddy's cock was sliding through that tit-tunnel.
She pulled her thumbs and fingers up the firm tit-globes and rolled her taut nipples. She pulled on the rosy buds and felt them explode in her fingers.
She was on one knee now, the other thigh arched out from her open robe. Her pussy was wide open, the coral-colored lips unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower. Her oval slot was spilling out goo. The creamy nectar lathered her crotch and trickled down her thigh.
She slid one hand down her slim belly. With her palm cupped over her curly cunt-mound, she dipped her fingers into her vee and flicked them against her clit.
She had to stifle a moan at the fiery contact, afraid that her daddy might hear the sound.
But he was moaning himself, and the blood was pounding in his ears. The shower hissed, spraying over his shoulders, and his cock hissed through his hand. John was not likely to hear the spying teenager no matter how much noise she made in her steamy arousal.
Stabbing his cock-stalk and grunting as his fist hammered down to the hilt, he began to stroke a bit faster.
Wendy was moving slowly. Her cunt was ready to cream at any instant but the naughty girl was holding back, wanting to save her cum-ming until the magic moment when she watched her father's fuck-juice squirt out.
She cupped her tits again, lifting them and tilting her lovely little face down. She began to lick at her sensitive, swollen tit-tips while she gazed from the tops of her misty grey eyes at her daddy's self-shagging.
But then, as she saw that he was stepping up the pace, she dropped both hands down into her groin. She ran her fingertips up the open folds and through the gooey cunt-slot, brushing her clit lightly. Her cunt was so hot that she almost expected it to blister her fingers with the boiling cunt-oil.
She tilted her wrist and, bunching her fingers together into a prick-like packet, she began to push them up into her fuck-hole. She sank them in to the knuckles, twisting them around inside her clinging cunt-sleeve.
She was pretending her fingers were a cock.
More specifically, she was pretending that they were her daddy's magnificent cock.
As the teenager steadily finger-fucked her pussy with one hand, she rubbed her clit with the other, working towards the caress but still restraining herself, waiting on her father's creamy conclusion.
Her firm, trim ass churned and her hips pumped in a fucking motion. Her hips were working like pistons, her thighs trembling and jolting. She was hovering just under the heights, and holding there, simmering.
Her fuck-hole was sucking hungrily on her fingers, making soft, moist squishing sounds. Her greedy cunt-gash pulled so firmly that she had to yank back with force to retract her fingers against the suction of her pussy.
"Cum, Daddy! Shoot!" she whispered, longing to see his fatherly fuck-juice spurt.
Then her wish was granted - abundantly.
John growled like a dog and his handsome face twisted with violent emotions. His fist beat savagely up and down his cock as he soared to the peak.
His balls exploded like a bomb.
Grunting, he slammed his fist down. He felt his rock-hard cock-rod ripple as his cock-lava came rushing up through the hollow core of his fleshy tube.
His cock-head flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.
Then his cum rocketed from his piss-hole.
His first creamy spurt shot out as his fist pumped down. It rose up in a foaming geyser, hung suspended for an instant, then slapped against the tiled shower wail. He seemed to be spraying more spunk from his cock than the shower was spraying out behind him.
Great globs of goo clung to the smooth surface of the wall, sliding down very slowly. His ass jerked back, recoiling from the explosion in his prick. He shot a second huge jism jet out on the rebound.
Wendy had never seen so much cum pouring out of a single prick before. His hand flew frantically, a mere blur as it skimmed on his cock-stalk. He spurted out cum on the backstroke, under pressure, then looped more out as his fist pulled up to the hosing knob.
His thick spunk sped out in slimy ropes and creamy coils. A spurt rose straight up in front of his contorted face, then another shot out and splattered against the wall.
He began to wobble and stagger, his legs going weak as all of his vitality spent itself from his prick. He was trembling all through his muscular body, as if the spasms in his vibrating cock were running through him like an electric current. But he kept on cumming.
Cock-spume foamed out, frothy like the soapsuds that lathered his body. The stuff looked as thick as condensed milk, Wendy thought - and as delicious!
Wendy, naturally, was cumming, too.
The waves of bliss rushed across her slim belly and shot up her trembling thighs, crashing together in the melting heat of her cunt-core.
She frigged her fingers in and rolled her clit, and her cunt-cum spilled out in a pearly cascade. She seemed to be cumming almost as abundantly as her daddy. Moaning and whimpering, eyes glued to his cock and balls, she clawed the steaming climax out of her cunt in a crazed rapture.
Her clit was throbbing, and each time that bud exploded, her cunt creamed again in the depths, the eruption triggered by the detonator of her clit. Girl goo streamed down her legs and her crotch turned to a swamp. Trickles ran back to seep into the crack of her ass. Her palm was pooled with spunk, her fingers slathered.
She came as long as her father did, her timing perfect as she thrilled to this act of visual incest, this eroticism via the eyes.
John's balls seemed bottomless, his deluge endless, his stamina boundless. He had pumped out cum by the bucketful, soaking the walls of the shower with slime. The gooey stuff clung like limestone in a cave.
But at long last he faltered.
His stroking slowed and became jerky and erratic. His cum stopped spurting and the last of that magnificent load seeped from his piss-hole in a trickle.
He kept on jerking for a moment, as if he were mixing a cocktail in a meaty shaker. His cock-meat began to soften now, spent and drained. That scarred prick had been like a stalk of gnarled briar but now it started to sag and flop, swinging from his fist like a fat rubber hose.
When he drew his hand away, his cock stood out in a fat curve from his balls, swaying up and down like a pendulum, the heavily weighted knob bobbing up and down and the last dregs dripping out.
His daughter had creamed with him, cum-ming again each time another load pumped from his prick. Now she slowly wound down in accord with him. The last fading spasms shook her and she moaned softly. She kept on frigging for a few moments to make sure she had worked her cumming off to the dregs, that every precious wave had rippled through her loins.
The girl was smiling contentedly.
But her eyes were still burning with lust as she continued to stare at her well-frigged father.
Her tongue slid slowly across her lips.
Naughty Wendy was hoping that her daddy would forget to mop up his spunk from the walls.
She wanted to lick it up!
And as she gleefully played the voyeur, little did the girl know that she, too, was under keen observation . . .
Chapter Three
Vanessa, wearing tight shorts that clung to her heart-shaped ass as if they had been painted on and a low-cut halter that left a lot of smooth, deep cleavage spilling out, was doing the breakfast dishes at the kitchen sink. She was looking idly out the window and thinking, as usual, that it would be nice to have a big cock stuck up her cunt.
To her credit as a wife, she happened to be thinking fondly of her husband's armor-plated prick.
But then the teenaged girl who lived next door came out into the adjoining yard to sunbathe. She was wearing a skimpy black bikini and her solid young flesh, already oiled with suntan lotion, glistened.
Vanessa gazed at the girl and licked her lips.
Vanessa was certainly not a dyke. She adored cocks and cherished the sexual attentions of men - mostly, but not strictly, those of her husband.
But just because she liked steak didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy ice cream.
And as she stared out at the bouncy next-door neighbor, Vanessa's thoughts turned to cunt-lapping.
The girl - Molly, her name was, Vanessa knew - spread a large blanket out on the lawn and knelt on it. She reached behind her and unclasped her halter. It fell away and her pert tits spilled out tantalizingly.
She sprawled out on her back to sunbathe topless in what she assumed - if she cared - was the privacy of her own back yard. She drew her knees up slightly and her thighs parted, exposing the inner flesh to the rays of the sun.
Her bikini bottoms were a tiny wisp of cloth drawn tightly across her loins and cunt-mound. The crotchpiece was narrow and Vanessa could see a few wisps of cunt-hair curling from the leg hole. The sight was making the woman drool.
She finished the dishes, but lingered at the sink. Molly squirmed deliciously, getting comfortable on the blanket, her oiled flesh glowing.
Vanessa's eyes moved all over the teenager's luscious body. She gazed at her perky tit-tips, her shapely thighs, her trim little belly. She would have loved to seduce that little nym-phette. The idea of sucking off a girl no older than her own daughter was terribly exciting.
In fact, the thought of sucking off her own adorable little daughter turned the lustful woman on, as well.
Vanessa had an unholy temptation to go out into the yard and put the make on the sunbathing minx. But she restrained her urge. If the girl should reject her advances, it might well prove to be an embarrassing neighborhood scandal and, despite the fact that her tongue was sizzling for snatch, she figured it was best to be discreet.
She began to squirm with desire, her pussy getting juicy and her tongue tingling. Vanessa could hear the shower begin to run upstairs and she had half a mind to go up and coax a morning fuck out of her big-cocked husband.
But she was loathe to leave the window, to stop lusting over the teenaged tart in the yard.
Vanessa decided that she would give her pussy a frigging as she stood at the sink, then enjoy a long and leisurely screwing from John a bit later on.
It was by a strange coincidence that John was just then deciding to jack himself off in the shower as a prelude to plowing Vanessa's hot pussy.
Or maybe not so strange, since the married couple shared such similar tastes in these things. Tastes that their kids had inherited! Incest and voyeurism, nicely mixed together, ran rampant in their blood . . .
Young Mike had gone out early that morning, hoping to find some naughty girls in the park, hoping to do a bit of finger-fucking and, hopefully, get his cock jerked off in return.
But the park was deserted.
He hung around for a while but no girls showed up and his balls were getting more bloated by the minute. After a while, he decided to go back home and drain off a load by hand, then return to the park to wait in greater comfort - or, at least, with less urgency and pressure.
Mike entered the house and, because his hard-on was standing out in his tight jeans, a condition that would be obvious to any observer, he walked quietly, hoping to get to the privacy of his bedroom without encountering another member of the family.
Passing the kitchen, he glanced in.
He halted and frowned, puzzled. His mother was leaning over the sink, peering intently out the window. Mike was curious as to what the woman found so interesting in the back yard, but with his hard-on thundering so vibrantly in his jeans, he didn't dare approach her.
He shrugged and was about to move on.
Then Vanessa's lovely ass began to move in a sensual sort of spiral, jerking sinuously.
Mike, who was a great admirer of sexy asses - his mother's and his sister's not the least - paused to look. The boy looked puzzled for a moment - then he began to tremble as the incredible truth dawned on him.
He stared, drinking in the details.
His mom had opened the waistband of her tight shorts and had slipped her hand down inside them. He could see the crotch of her shorts shifting around as if she had a snake tucked between her legs.
Holy fuck - Mom's frigging her cunt! he realized.
His cock sparked like a lightning rod.
His balls felt as hard and as solid as bowling balls at the root of his thundering prick.
The lusty lad grinned - or grimaced. In total fascination, he watched the cheeks of her ass heave about. He could hear the soft slurping sounds that her sodden cunt was making as she fingered it.
He swayed and lurched. So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that the youth was light headed, dizzy with dark and depraved desire.
What in hell was she looking at? he wondered.
But he didn't really give a shit, as long as he could look at her without being discovered.
Oh! How he wished that the woman would remove those shorts, that he could stare at her naked loins as she finger-fucked her cunt to froth!
But, under the circumstances, for just a quick frig in the kitchen, Vanessa didn't bother to strip. Her hand squirmed inside her shorts and she churned her ass around faster as she felt the waves begin to flow.
"Ummmm!" she whimpered.
Mike almost fainted when he saw a pearly ribbon of cunt-juice run out of the leg hole of her tiny shorts and slide on down her inner thigh.
Vanessa began to jack her pelvis in and out with short, sharp strokes as she creamed on her hand. She was grunting and moaning and panting like a steam engine.
Then she stiffened and sighed.
Mike knew that she had gotten her rocks off, although her hand was still gently shifting in her crotch. He could see the spillage seeping through the material and another pearly streak run down her leg.
The tormented boy inhaled and the pungent aroma of her hot pussy-perfume tantalized him. The fragrance of melting pussy was permeating the room.
It was permeating the whole fucking house, as a matter of fact, as his sister mauled her pussy just above his head, but Mike didn't know that - yet.
Mike knew that if he stood there another moment he was liable to cum in his jeans.
Thinking that the show was over, he crept silently away and started for his bedroom, intending to beat his meat to jelly as he remembered that thrilling scene.
Had he lingered a bit longer at the kitchen door, Mike would have come to understand that a single cunt-creaming seldom satisfied his sexy mother.
Vanessa only slowed down as her orgasm ebbed, then she began to finger-fuck herself a second time as she continued to stare lustfully at the nearly naked girl.
Mike went up the stairs awkwardly, almost thrown off balance by the weight of his cock and balls and having to step around his meat rack as it ballooned in his groin.
At the head of the stairs, he received another shock - and another visual treat.
This one was even more revealing, for his sister's bathrobe was wide open and Mike could see her thrusting, swollen-tipped tits and her pumping loins.
Wendy, wanking, made her brother's mouth water.
With her cinnamon hair and her blonde cunt-mound, the delectable little nymphette was all sugar and spice - slathered with cream as well, for her hot little pussy was pouring out the cunt-cum lavishly.
Mike gripped the bannister, almost collapsing.
He could hear the shower running and realized that Wendy had to be spying on their naked father as she finger-fucked herself to a frazzle.
And if the girl lusted for Daddy so incestu-ously, Mike just had to wonder what she might think about sibling sex?
He stared at her cupped hand and saw cunt-cum oozing out between her fingers and sliming in her palm.
His prick was on the rampage, threatening to rip right through the denim of his jeans.
Clenching his teeth and rolling his eyes, he whipped his zipper down and his gigantic prick came springing out like a crazed bull into the bullring.
When he grabbed his cock-rod, it jolted so violently that it almost tossed his hand off, like a bucking bronco throwing a rider in a randy rodeo. Mike had been fortunate enough to have inherited his father's enormous prick - although never having had the mixed blessing of a briar patch to embellish the cock-meat.
Now the frantic youth stood at the head of the stairs, gazing at his frigging sister in fascination. His cock stood up like a periscope, as if it too, were staring at the girl.
Mike stroked his meaty prick very slowly, just skimming the stalk. He wasn't trying to cum.
Mike was hoping that maybe he could spend his swollen load in his sister.
So now Daddy was beating his meat in the shower and Wendy was watching him as she played with her pussy and Mike was staring at her as he gently fondled his cock and Vanessa was still frigging her pussy as she spied on the neighbor girl.
As chance would have it, the whole fucking family was frigging at the same time on this fateful day . . .
And about to do a lot more ...
Chapter Four
John leaned against the shower wall while he caught his breath, his prick still semi-hard and showing signs of renewed vigor. Sagging slightly now, criss-crossed by a web of raised scars, it looked like an inner tube that had been patched and vulcanized, and was all set to be blown back up to swollen capacity.
He turned off the shower and stepped out, eager to get to his sexy wife and sink his cock into her for another cumming and, in his haste - and to his daughter's delight - neglecting to clean the slime from the tiles.
He quickly dried himself on a bath towel and then, not bothering to dress and hoping there would be no reason to, he wrapped the towel around his loins and left the steamy and slimy-walled bathroom.
Wendy dashed down the hall and ducked into her bedroom, peering out from the partly open door.
Mike stepped back into the shadowed recesses behind the head of the staircase. He was so hot that he was afraid his cock-meat might be glowing in the dark. He tried to hide the massive cock-meat torch behind his open hands, although it was too big to be concealed. His cock-knob jutted out above and his balls simmered below.
Whether it was actually glowing or not was a moot point, however, for John didn't so much as glance in that direction as he went in pursuit of pussy.
Mike was sorely tempted to follow his daddy, to see what happened when the man caught Vanessa finger-fucking herself at the kitchen window and hoping that the results might be very interesting to spy on.
But then he saw his kid sister come sneaking out of her bedroom again and tiptoe down the hallway. She slipped into the bathroom - and that was an even more exciting prospect for a young man with cum-full balls.
Grinning and feeling deliciously depraved, Mike went down the hallway, following his cock as it jutted out before him like the prow of a sailing ship - with the ballast of his balls hobbling in the horny hold.
He slowed as he came to the door, which Wendy had left ajar again. He sneaked a look into the bathroom - and was rewarded by a cock-jolting sight. . .
Wendy had stepped into the shower and gazed at the tiled wall, where it was streaming with slowly flowing jism. The naughty girl adored cum at any time, but the idea of her own daddy's spunk was driving her crazy.
She let her bathrobe slip from her shoulders and, naked, arched her slender back and shoved her pert tits out. She began to rub her tits against the slimy wall, soaking the pink tips with goo.
She cupped the tit-mounds in her hands and worked some of the sticky fluid into her tit-meat and nipples. Then she tipped her face down and shot her tongue out to lick at her perky pink tit-tips, sighing joyfully as she tasted her father's fuck-juice off her tits.
She thrust her belly out and rubbed against the tiles, matting her tawny cunt-bush with spunk.
Then, her face radiant with depravity, she began to run her flattened tongue up the wall, slurping up great milky globs of congealing cum-juice.
Her daddy's cum was scrumptious!
If the lovely stuff tasted so yummy even lapped up secondhand, the naughty teenager could just imagine what it would be like to suck a load straight out of his enormous cock-head, to milk his big balls dry through that gnarled tube! Her pretty face ducked up and down as she tongued up the spillage greedily, gathering it all.
"Yum yum!" she purred.
As the succulence of spunk seeped into her frenzied tastebuds, Wendy's pussy began to smolder and juice again. She scooped up some jism in her hand and started to rub the thick stuff into her cunt-slot and work it into her clit with her fingers and thumb.
The congealing goo liquefied again in the heat of her cunt-gash, flowing into her fuck-hole. As her pussy filled with the slippery scum, she started to tremble violently. It was almost like fucking her father. Her horny cunt was soaking up his fuck-juice like a sponge.
She lapped up some more from the wall, let it heat up in her mouth for a moment, then spat it out into her palm, mixed with her saliva, and began to massage the spunky unguent into her cunt-slot enthusiastically.
Then her brother cleared his throat.
"Oh!" Wendy yelped, startled.
Her head snapped around, looking shocked and guilty and embarrassed - and with cum foaming on her lips.
Mike had stepped into the bathroom and, unlike Wendy, had the foresight to close the door behind him.
Now he stood there grinning fiendishly, with his iron-hard cock looming out like a cannon.
"You like cum, huh, Sis?" he croaked.
"Oh, I - I - " she stammered, flustered.
But her shame was lessened by the fact that her brother obviously did not disapprove of her naughty little snack - and even more by the fact that he had his magnificent cock out, pounding so promisingly.
Wendy lowered her eyes demurely but a secret smile worked on her sensual lips.
"Want a drink outta my cock, Sis?" Mike asked, his voice all husky and tight.
"Oh, gee - that would be awful naughty!" she protested, but her eyes were plastered on his prick.
Mike jerked his hips out, thrusting his cock around like a vaulter's pole on the run in.
"C'mon, Sis - I'm horny and you're hungry - why don't you do us both a favor?" he coaxed.
How could a girl resist such an offer when her mouth was slobbering and her pussy was smoldering? She gave her brother an impish grin and let the tip of her tongue slide across her scum-drenched lips.
She reached out and touched the head of his towering cock with her fingertips, then drew her hand back quickly, as if she had touched a hot stove. She giggled and glanced at her fingers as if checking to see if they were burned.
Mike grunted impatiently and shoved his hips out. But he was more confident now. The youth hadn't been sure how his kid sister would receive his suggestion, whether she would be game to break the taboos of incest. Now he was sure that the girl was as eager as he. She was trying to act kittenish and shy, but the lust that was smoldering under the surface was evident to her brother.
She touched his flaring cock-head again, then reached down to fondle his balls. Her brother's prick was sleek, instead of ridged and gnarled, but Wendy thought that it looked almost as huge as Daddy's - and it certainly felt as hard as a hunk of living meat could get - a petrified prick looming up from his delightfully full balls.
She drew her fingertips up from his balls, tracing along the thick vein that was pulsing up the underside of his vibrant cock-shaft. At the top of the caress she flicked her thumb against the sensitive spot where his meaty cock-head flared out from the long, fat cock-rod.
Mike's piss-hole had been weeping ever since he had seen his mother frigging herself downstairs and now, as his sister rubbed him at the base of his wedge-shaped cock-head, a heavy flow of pre-spunk bubbled out.
Slathering the hot purple cock-knob, it looked like whipped cream poured on a fat plum - but a lot more delicious than any fruit, to Wendy's taste.
"Yes, Mike - I'll blow you," she purred.
Mike had known that, but the words thrilled him, anyhow, and his cock jolted like an avalanche. Jism was streaming from the cleft now and running down his cock-stalk like a fountain, but although he was spilling a lot of pre-cum out, his balls were keeping ahead of the leak. Those enormous balls just kept swelling bigger and bigger.
Wendy whimpered when she thought of how much jism she could swallow out of those impressive brotherly balls. The girl was drooling at the prospect of his sibling spunk spurting off into her hot little mouth.
The fatherly fuck-juice she had lapped up had soaked into her tongue, whetting her appetite for a load straight out of an exploding cock-head. She closed her hand around his shaft and gave it a slow push-pull. But she only stroked him once. He was so hot and hard that she knew he was ready to get his rocks off and the cock-hungry, cum-starved little minx sure didn't want to waste that load by hand.
"I'll suck your cock, big brother - and you can shoot in my fucking mouth - and I'll swallow every drop of your hot, thick fuck-juice!" she whimpered, knowing that such erotic talk would thrill him.
"Sis, if you want a mouthful, you better get down there - 'cause I'm all set to blow!" he croaked.
Wendy sank slowly down to her knees before him, her face level with his loins. She stared straight ahead at his delectable-looking cock, her eyes crossing as she turned her vision in on the flowing knob. The girl looked like a hungry child staring into the bakery window, longing for cream buns.
The heat of his cock and balls wafted into her face, causing her to glow. It was like looking into the open doors of a furnace. Jism slid down the cock-stalk like lava spewing forth from an erupting volcano, coating his cock-meat with slime - and he hadn't even shot his ball-load off. As abundant as that flow was, it was only the initial seepage.
"Jeez, Sis!" he rasped, swaying slightly and shuddering, his athletic body turning limp and floppy, but moored firmly on his iron-hard cock.
Wendy rubbed her cute little up-turned nose against the underside of his cock-head, sniffing and inhaling the musky, gamey aroma of his overheated cock-meat and the tantalizing, starchy fragrance of his pre-cum.
She placed her hands on his hips. Wendy knew from pleasant experience that the quickest way to bring a boy off in her mouth was to pump his cock-rod in her fist as she suckled on the knob, but she wasn't going to do that with her brother. She was yearning for his fuck-juice, but in no hurry to drink it, wanting a nice long suck on his delicious cock-meat before she got to swallow the creamy rewards. She intended to do the job with only her mouth, unassisted by her hands.
Ducking down, she licked his balls. Mike jerked like a puppet on a string. Wendy laved all over his bloated balls, tasting his musky ball-meat as a sort of hors d'oeuvre before she began the main course.
She could feel the hard nuts jiggle inside the hairy sacs and his cum sloshing around in a creamy tide. She tilted her head and tongued under those swollen balls, sweeping around the heavy balls with moist slurps.
The ball-lapping was driving her brother wild and causing Wendy's tongue to steam and tingle. She flattened her tongue against the base of his cock-shaft and very slowly drew it up, tracing along the pulsating vein. She slurped his cock from root to crown, gathering up the seepage that was pouring down the stalk.
She repeated the long, slow slurp, then bobbed up and down, with her tongue darting in a criss-cross pattern as she worked on his vibrating prick.
At the top of the stroke, she kissed the underside of his swollen knob, where the fat vein spread out into a delta under the fat, purple head.
She drew back for a moment, gazing at his cock-meat, making sure he wasn't liable to suddenly shoot off prematurely. The hungry girl was savoring the preliminaries but didn't want to linger over them so long that she might run the risk of having his jism squirt out into the air.
She leaned in again and tilted her head sideways, fitting her parted lips to the base of his cock-shaft. She began to run her mouth up and down on the hard tube, playing his prick as if it were a flute.
She hummed and blew as his smoking cock-stalk slid through her pursed lips. More pre-spunk oozed out and trickled down into the corner of her mouth as she fluted on up towards his cock-head again.
The seepage was getting hotter and thicker and creamier, and Wendy knew that she had better get the fucker in her mouth now or risk losing the first cum jet. Anyhow, she reasoned, now that they had started fooling around together she would have plenty of opportunities to linger over all the succulent variations and to enjoy using different techniques.
Now some sucking was due.
Her lips fluted up to his knob again and this time she turned face-down over that bulging lump. She kissed the slimy tip tenderly, nudging the tip of her tongue into his dribbling piss-hole and tasting his pre-cum inside the cleft.
"Ummmm! Yummy!" the girl whispered, speaking with her lips right on his cock-head, as if she were caressing a microphone.
Then she parted her lips and fed the head of his prick into her mouth ...
Mike jolted violently.
Although a few lewd girls had jerked him off, Mike had never had his cock sucked before. The thrill of having a hot mouth on his cock-meat was maddening - and the fact that it was his own kid sister's magic mouth made that thrill even more overwhelming. The charm of incest embellished and enhanced the physical sensations.
He stood with his legs widespread and his loins heaved up, his cock jerked up into her face. Wendy held only his flaring cock-knob in her lips, at first. His long, thick shaft stood out between them, like a pipeline ready to pump the oil from his balls to her mouth.
Her cheeks drew inwards as she sucked, and her moist lips turned out around his cock-stalk as she collared that fat tube just below the head.
"Ummm, ummm, ummmm!".she purred as she nursed on the succulent slab.
Gooey ropes of spunk dribbled onto her tongue. She slobbered down his prick. Her saliva washed down the shaft, streaked through with thicker threads of cock-cream.
She turned her head, cinnamon-colored hair tumbling over her cheeks. She twisted her mouth around on his cock-knob as she sucked on it.
She pulled away from the bubbling meat wedge for a moment and gazed up at Mike through her eyelashes.
"Your cock is scrumptious, Mike!" she whispered. "I love having it in my mouth. I wanna suck you off a lot - all the time - I'm hungry for your slime!"
"Suck it, Sis! Suck it!" he gasped, jerking his cock and balls up desperately towards her face.
Pre-cum and saliva were streaming from the hot knob, hissing and bubbling and sizzling. His prick was like a red-hot poker that had been dipped in oil.
Wendy dived on his cock again.
She suckled ravenously on the fat slab, then began to bob her head up and down in the classic blow-job motion, as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel at some horny Halloween celebration, some perverted party.
Each time she jumped her cinnamon-tressed head down, She took a bit more cock-shaft into her mouth. Mike stood rigid, not daring to move for fear that he might somehow disrupt this joyful sibling suck.
Wendy went down all the way, sinking his prick in to the hairy hilt.
"Unghhh!" She gulped as her brother's bloated cock-head clogged her throat.
But she held it buried in her horny mouth. Her lips were plastered around the root of his prick, her chin brushing against his balls and her nose rustling around in his wiry pubic hair. She was gorged on his cock, his knob dribbling right down her gullet. Her hot mouth pulled on his cock-stalk and her throat pulsed as she swallowed.
Then she drew back to the head.
"Ummmm!" she sighed as she sucked her way up through every precious inch.
She jumped her head down again, gulping, and pulled her facial fuck-hole slowly back up, purring. She repeated the stroke at a different pace, knowing he would last longer if she didn't fall into a steady rhythm - -and wanting him to last as long as possible. Wendy was adoring this meaty mouthful so much that she wanted to suck for hours.
She drew up to the end again, covering the crown and sliding her tongue sinuously around against the slippery underside of the swollen slab.
"Fuck my face, Mike!" she moaned. "Fuck my mouth like it was a cunt!"
Mike groaned. He began to hump, plunging his prick up as his sister's head bobbed down. He reached down and held her face between his open hand as he slogged his thundering cock steadily into the oval slot of her mouth.
His cock-meat hissed and sizzled as it sank in and pulled back out, streaming and steaming. Wendy was gurgling and gasping and gulping, slobbering and slurping, whimpering and whining with the rapture of it.
Her head angled. She took his cock-knob into her cheek. Then she took it down her throat again. She was gulping his cock down like a sword swallower, mouthing her brother hungrily and gluttonously.
Pre-cum was sliding steadily down her throat now, a slimy rope of the sweet stuff uncoiling from his piss-hole into her throat. The hot juice was warming her belly like a fine brandy.
Wendy was starving for his load now, her appetite whetted by the meat and the seepage.
"Cum, Mike!" she whimpered on his cock-knob, the words muffled on his meat. "Cream for me! Slime in my mouth! Whitewash my fucking tonsils! Unghhh!" Her pleading words were choked off as his cock-head jammed her throat. Then, pulling back to that flaring slab, she whispered, "Feed me your hot, thick jism, Mike! Pump it into me!"
Mike howled like a wolf.
"Here it cums, Sis!" he cried.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Wendy gasped and she bobbed her head down towards his balls again - as those overladen balls began to erupt.
His cum rushed up the hard core of his cock and his first spurt shot straight down her throat, so that Wendy didn't get to taste it.
She gulped and gurgled and pulled her mouth back up to his cock-knob so' that his second dynamic squirt poured onto her frenzied tongue. It skimmed over her tongue, thrilling her tastebuds as it pumped back to her gullet.
Wendy was in cock-sucker's heaven, cum-drinker's paradise, as her brother creamed in her mouth lavishly. It seemed as if he must be pouring out even more fuck-juice than her father had jerked from his balls.
A jism jet hit the roof of her mouth, clinging to the arched surface. A cum-wad sloshed into her cheek. The slimy stuff was dribbling through her teeth and gums, coating her throat and painting her gullet.
Wendy sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, greedy for every delicious drop.
Mike just kept cumming, hosing her hungry mouth with spurt after spurt. He was shooting off under such pressure that he would have blown her head right off the end of his cock if her mouth wasn't clinging with such suction.
The girl was drinking his fuck-juice voraciously, but his load was too much for her. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down both sides of her chin.
Mike stared down with haunted eyes, watching his jism spill from his sister's sweet lips, hardly able to believe that he was creaming in his sweet sibling's suck-hole. Thick, milky drops fell from her chin and splattered onto the slopes of her thrusting tits, soaking into the smooth cleavage and swirling around the stiff tips.
He shuddered and shot.
Mike felt as if he were cumming from the heels, as if his hard-on was rooted in the floor.
He could distinctly feel every separate spurt as it sped up through the core of his cock and he could hear the heavy stuff splash in his sister's mouth.
And Wendy gulped merrily away, her belly already full yet greedy for more of that brotherly love.
At long last, Mike flagged.
His cock-head stopped pumping the spunk out like a hose and the dregs trickled out in a dribble onto Wendy's flashing tongue. But his cock-meat was still hard as a bone and the girl kept on nursing on it gleefully.
"Don't stop, Mike - keep shooting off!" She gurgled, sucking another gooey glob out from his balls. It slid up his stalk like a lump of melted lead and came squeezing out from the cleft, sliming her tongue.
Mike collapsed back against the tiled wall.
His balls were hanging slack and empty now.
But his prick was still rampant and rock hard and his sister kept on sucking.
"Jeez, Sis - you've got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner!" Mike croaked.
And Wendy smiled happily, her lips turning up around his cock, delighted by the compliment. . .
Chapter Five
Molly, that delectable little sun bather, was annointing her nubile body with more suntan lotion. Sitting up, her juicy tits bobbled mouth-wateringly. She began to oil up the insides of her bronzed thighs.
Vanessa's tongue was hanging out.
The girl was working the slippery oil in right up to her groin, her hands moving slowly and sensually.
It almost seemed as if she was giving herself a hand-job with her greased fingers as she squirmed on the blanket in such a tantalizing way. Was she? wondered Vanessa. Molly was wearing big sunglasses and Vanessa couldn't see the look in her eyes, but the girl's lips were parted and moist and she appeared to be panting.
Again, Vanessa was seized by an unholy urge to go out and offer to do the job for the girl.
But then John entered the kitchen.
He stopped and grinned broadly.
"Something interesting?" he asked.
Vanessa glanced around and nodded.
"Come have a look at this," she said, motioning with her head toward the window. The Franklyns had a very honest sort of marriage and Vanessa had never tried to conceal the fact that she liked a bit of pussy. John didn't mind in the slightest - especially if Vanessa told him all about it in juicy detail, afterwards.
John stepped up beside her, put his arm around her slender, willowy waist and gazed out.
"Hummm - making you hot?" he said. "You fucking know it!"
They watched Molly for a while as the little temptress continued to work the gooey oil into the sleek flesh of her upper thighs. Then she began to massage the slippery stuff into her tit-meat.
John's prick, which had never fully subsided following his jack-off in the shower, rose up like a lever. The bath towel slipped from his waist and hung from his extended cock like bunting on a flagpole.
Vanessa reached down and held his prick, murmuring as it throbbed so thrillingly in her hand.
"Ooooh - for me, darling?" she asked.
"Yeah, baby!" he croaked. He pumped his cock and made the tool jump in her palm. It was so thick that Vanessa could barely span the breadth.
"Let's go up to bed," she suggested.
But John grinned devilishly. Both John and Vanessa enjoyed variations in their sex life, both in how they did it and also where they did it.
Now, looking disarming, but with a glint in his eyes, he said, "Shit, honey - my hard-on is too fucking heavy - there's no way I can lug it up the stairs."
"Oh? And what do you suggest, Sir?" she said, playing the game, batting her wide eyes innocently.
"Get your ass on the table," he rasped.
"Oh, John - the kids!" she protested. She didn't realize that Mike had come home, of course, and had already had an eyeful and was just about to give Wendy a mouthful, but she knew that the girl was still upstairs.
"She won't be down right away," John said. "Anyhow, they must know that we fuck - they're living proof of that, right? It'll be okay."
"Well . . . " Vanessa hesitated.
But she offered no resistance when John took her hand and led her to the kitchen table. And John, who was so inordinately horny because his daughter had stared at his prick in the bathroom, was thinking that it would be a real turn on if the girl did happen to come downstairs and get a look at them fucking like crazed weasels.
"I'm gonna stuff it to you like your cunt was eating an eclair for breakfast," he promised.
Vanessa purred in anticipation. But Molly was disappointed . .
Molly had been fully aware that Vanessa was admiring her from the kitchen window - which, in fact, was why the naughty little exhibitionist had been massaging herself so erotically with the suntan lotion.
She had even noticed that Vanessa's tongue was hanging out and drooling hungrily.
But now, with her appreciative audience departed, Molly stopped caressing her body with the oil. There was no sense in performing to an empty house.
Annoyed and disgruntled, the girl got up and sullenly went back to her own house. She walked into the living room where her mother, a curvaceous divorcee with big tits, was sipping her usual gin and tonic.
"That lesbian next door was peeping at me again, Mommy," said the girl.
Carla, Molly's mother, raised her eyebrows.
"Is that so, dear?"
Standing beside the couch on which her half-drunk mother reclined, Molly slipped her thumbs under the elastic of her bikini bottom and squirmed out of it. She turned and sat down on the couch, her ass on the edge and her shapely thighs parted, feet extended along the floor.
"I think she wants to eat my cunt, Mommy," the teenager complained, tossing her head.
"It's not a nice neighborhood," Carta replied. "Imagine living next door to a woman like that!"
"It made me ever so hot, though," Molly added, giving her mother a sly look.
"Did it, dear?" Carta asked.
She leaned down and turned her head to stare at her daughter's pussy. Molly tilted her loins up and shifted her legs a bit farther apart.
"See, Mommy?"
The girl's cunt was open in a wide oval and the pink slot was foamy with girl goo, some of the slippery nectar trickling down and soaking into the tight crack of her ass and a few streaks running down her legs.
"Oh, yes - I can see that you're hot, dear - and all nice and creamy!"
Carta sipped at her gin and tonic, her teeth clinking on the rim of the glass and a thoughtful look in her slightly glazed eyes.
"Well, Mommy will fix," she said.
She put the drink down on the end table and slipped to the floor, kneeling between the girl's open thighs. She stared down at her pussy, studying it as if it was a chore that had to be performed, some bizarre maternal duty.
Molly looked amused. The girl was wondering if her mother was ever sober and, if she was, if she had any recollection of the things she did when she was drunk.
Carta reached out. Her hands were shaking but Molly couldn't discern if that was due to drunkenness or desire - not that she gave a shit.
Her mother used her fingertips to delicately spread the girl's cunt-lips open wider, almost turning that juicy pussy inside out.
Then her head ducked down and Carta dived enthusiastically on her daughter's delectable pussy.
She fitted her parted lips to the open slot and began to use her tongue in the hot hole. Her nimble tongue shifted around like a whisk, churning through the cunt-juice. Her lips sucked on the hairy rim as she stabbed her tongue up the slot, as if she were French kissing a bearded mouth.
Molly squirmed deliciously on the edge of the couch, jerking her loins up, serving her cunt to her mother like a delicate pink shellfish on a bed of seaweed.
"Ummm, that's nice, Mommy!" she purred.
Carla was stuck to Molly's cunt like a limpet to a mossy rock. She sucked enthusiastically and her tongue curled in to spoon the cum-cream out by the mouthful.
Molly clamped her thighs around her mother's head for a moment, locking her in a velvet vise. Then she threw them open wide again. There was no need to hold the woman there. Carla knew her parental duties.
Her lips slurped and her tongue splashed in the soaking slot. Her hands slid back to cup Molly by the cheeks of her greased ass, tilting her pelvis up higher as if she were draining a gooey goblet.
Molly began to moan with the rising thrill.
Her feet bicycled in the air, pedaling away furiously as she ground her cunt-gash in her mom's mouth. The waves came rippling across the teenager's trembling tummy and shooting up her thighs. Her pussy began to throb.
"Oooooh, Mommy!" she cried.
"That's right, dear - cream for Mommy," the woman sighed, mouthing the words on Molly's pussy.
Carla's head turned from side to side around the pivot of her stiff, stabbing tongue. Bubbling sounds drifted out of Molly's crotch. Molly's pussy-juice was beginning to surge down her cunt-sleeve in a heavy tide now and her mother's tongue was plowing up hard.
"Cumming, Mommy - cumming!" Molly moaned.
Carla's motherly mouth milked merrily away, filling up with foam. She swallowed noisily, gargling on the girl's gooey pussy.
"That's it, baby - get it all out - give Mommy all of the nasty stuff!" Carla urged.
Flopping about on the edge of the couch like a rag doll, Molly soared to the peak, then surged to another, higher, crest. She was cumming in a tidal flow into her mother's mouth, the nectar pouring out. Carla's tongue was awash as she ladled it up the creaming channel.
The highest crest ripped through Molly and she shuddered at the grinding spasm, rocking and writhing. Then, with a sigh, she slumped back, panting. A smile of satisfaction glowed radiantly on her lovely little face.
Carta kept on mouthing for a few minutes to make sure that she had worked off every wave and milked out every drop of her daughter's relief. She pulled her lips off the slot with a loud suction sound and used her curled tongue to lap up the overflow from Molly's groin, even dipping into the crack of her ass for a few errant drops.
Then she sat back on her heels, looking like a woman who had finished her chores.
She reached out for her gin and tonic, deserving a drink now that her work was finished.
"Feel better, dear?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Mommy - thank you,"
Carta took a slug of gin.
"We really should complain about that wretched pervert next door," she said.
Chapter Six
Meanwhile, the wretched pervert next door was about to get her ass fucked off on the kitchen table, and loving every minute of it.
She removed her halter while John knelt before her and pulled her skimpy shorts down. Her cunt-mound was a tawny mane of thick curls, a juicy jungle through which her open cunt-slot ran like a sluggish river.
She raised one knee, then the other, as he drew the shorts from her feet. Then, since he was kneeling there, anyhow, she shoved her cunt into his face.
John lashed her pussy-gash with his tongue, grinding his head into her groin like a terrier shaking a rat. Vanessa mopped her cunt into his face for a while, then moved back and perched her ass on the edge of the kitchen table. John, still on his knees, shuffled in and continued to tongue her cunt. She jerked around as he snacked away happily on her tabled pussy, serving it to him like breakfast.
That gave her an idea. Since she was right there on the table, anyhow, she figured she might as well present a tasty dish to him. She fumbled behind her for the jam jar and dipped her fingers in, then spread the sticky stuff into her pussy. She added a dollop of honey. John lapped the condiments out of her cunt with relish. Her pussy-nectar was flowing almost as thick as the honey by this time, tasting as tangy as the jam. His whole face was smeared with juice, slathered from his chin to his forehead.
He licked up the seepage, then slowly got to his feet. His enormous prick rose up and the knob caught under the edge of the table as he rose up. His cock-meat was stiff. Then his cock slipped free and snapped up like a released lever, slapping against his belly with a dull, solid thud.
Staring down at his cock past the rise of her fat tits, Vanessa squirmed in anticipation of being stuffed to the brim with the gnarled, seamed cock.
But it looked so tasty that she thought she had better have a little suck to begin with. She scooped up some more raspberry jam and worked it into his gnarled cock-shaft, then fingered some honey into his balls. There was a can of condensed milk on the table and, grinning playfully, she tipped it up and poured some over the head of his prick.
The thick stuff washed down his purple knob, the same color and consistency as the jism lurking within his honey-slathered halls.
She leaned back on her hands and admired her decorative and tasteful touches. His cock looked like some enormous ice cream cone or cream bun.
He thrust it out and Vanessa began to run her flattened tongue up his cock-rod, starting at his balls and slurping on up to the knob.
The confection was delicious. She lapped the honey from his balls and the jam from his shaft and slurped the condensed milk from his cock-head. Then she sucked that meaty cock into her mouth and nursed on it.
Vanessa loved to suck pricks and drink cum - an inclination that she had passed on to her daughter, in fact, although she didn't know that yet. Now she was tempted to milk John off in her greedy mouth.
But her pussy was steaming for cock-meat and she decided to fuck him first and give him a blow-job for dessert, embellishing the musky cock-meat with all sorts of sweet and savory delicacies and then sucking it dry.
She tongued a last dollop of honey from his hot balls, then lay back across the table and lifted her knees. Her ass was sliding in some spilled butter as she wriggled around. Her pussy was open and smoking hot.
John grasped his cock by the hilt and angled the wedge-shaped knob into her crotch. He began to move it up and down, using the bloated knob like a ladle in her slot, stirring that creamy bowl.
Her clit was smoldering like a fuse against the head of his prick - the fuse that was soon going to detonate the explosion of her cumming.
Tilting his wrist, he rubbed the end of his cock up and down her groin, working it into the crack of her ass, dragging it up between the open folds of her fuck-slot and across her clit. The bulging wedge flipped out and lay in her cunt-bush for a moment, like a purple reptile basking on a shelf.
"Give it to me, damnit!,, she gasped, working her lush hips like pistons, her wide, firm ass-cheeks slipping around on the greasy table. John dipped his cock-knob into her cunt. As always, it was intimidating when she felt that first nudging penetration. His cock was so enormous that Vanessa often wondered how she could hold it all, where the fuck it was all going inside her loins. But her pussy was pliable, her capacity more than adequate. Sometimes she thought that she could have fucked a telephone pole.
Her cunt-lips began to suck on his cock-head, slowly drawing the purple slab in deeper, as if she were swallowing him into her hungry fuck-hole.
John held steady, letting the suction of her pussy pull his prick in. He groaned. It felt like his hard-on ran all the way back to his asshole and as if her sucking cunt was pulling his guts out.
His cock-head vanished in her slot.
Her pink pussy-lips collared his scarred stalk and drew it in inch by inch as John stared down and watched the long prick disappear. He, too, marveled at the elasticity of his wife's cunt-tunnel.
Flipping her hips and grinding her ass, she jammed down and took the final inch in. His prick was buried to the hilt in her seething fuck-hole. Her cunt-lips were plastered around the hairy root like a suction cup clamped to a wall, and his heavy balls were cushioned against her ass.
They held the full penetration for a moment as John thrilled to the feeling of having all of his smoking-hot prick buried in her clinging pussy-hole, and Vanessa enjoyed the sweet sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the core.
Then, together, they began to move in a slow, sinuous rhythm, wanting to make the fuck last as long as they could before they reached the pounding cum strokes.
John pulled his prick out, having to tug against the clinging suction of her pussy. He drew out until only his knob was lodged in her oval cunt-slot, paused, then shoveled it ball-deep into her again.
Vanessa met him in counterpoint, shoving her cunt down to meet his lunges and twisting her pelvis on the backstroke, so that her cunt-hole was winding around on his prick, adding to the in-and-out friction.
Her cunt-muscles fluttered, closing up his stalk in a series of contracting rings. It felt like she was jerking him off inside her pussy, frigging him with her fuck-hole.
Her pliable pussy-tunnel clamped around him, molding the wet walls to the contours of his cock like wax that had been heated to the melting point and then congealed again around that rock-hard mold.
He dipped at the knees and fed her a long, slow, rippling underslung stroke that tilted her ass up from the table. Then he rose up on quivering thighs and fed it to her from above, running the length of his armor-plated prick across her tingling clit as he wedged it in.
He was plunging in so deep that Vanessa almost expected his prick to come out of her mouth.
His balls swung in and slapped against the tight curve of her ass. They were so full that she could almost hear the jism slosh as they whacked her ass.
His thick, seamed stalk pulled out slowly, all slathered with her cunt-nectar, looking as if he had dipped it into the honey pot.
He jerked in fast and hard, then fed her a slow, inch-by-inch thrust, changing the tempo stroke by stroke. Her pelvis danced under him, her ass waltzed on the table, her smooth thighs clamped his hips, parted, closed around him again in a hooking action.
John hooked his cock into her and held it buried, pumping his cock so that the iron-hard shaft and flaring knob flared and pulsed up the length of her clinging cunt-sleeve, making her shudder with the sensation. His cock-head felt like a hunk of molten lead deep in the core of her cunt-hole and his cock-rod was levering in her pussy like a crowbar, the hilt angling over her clit.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she gasped, grinding her groin against him as he held his cock burrowed into her.
He pulled out in slow-motion, then his ass corkscrewed and he sank it all in again.
Holding the penetration once more, he reached down to cup her heavy tits, massaging and kneading the firm mounds and pulling at the stiff tips. Her nipples were like bullets pulsing in his hands.
He bent down to suck her tits. His prick was too hard to bend and as the man stooped over, it levered her ass down on the table. He sucked a fat nipple, then switched to the other pert, rosy bud. He wasn't humping now, but Vanessa was squirming on his cock, transfixed and impaled on the long pole. She turned her hips, rolling like a little pig.
He lapped up through her cleavage, circling back to mouth a taut tit-tip again. Vanessa groped for the honey pot and fingered some onto a nipple. As he sucked it off, she rubbed jam on the other. He switched across, savoring this delectable breakfast from the groaning board of her well-laid table.
His giant cock was thundering up her cunt-gash as her cunt sucked on his cock like a voracious mouth. His prick was so hard that he expected it to ring like a gong as he drew it out, then whipped it up her cunt again.
He straightened up from her tits and began to shovel the pork to her steadily once more, moving a bit faster now as he surged towards the heights. Vanessa met him, ass jolting, belly pumping, hips churning.
Her pussy was throbbing now.
Her cunt filled with goo and his cock slid in like a pole sinking into quicksand. As his cock filled her cunt-slot to the brim, cunt-juice oozed out around the cock, soaking his balls and lathering her crotch.
His balls were so full now that they were no longer swinging in and out under his cock. They were rolling up like bowling balls against her ass-cheeks.
He grasped her by the ankles. Bridging his muscular back, throwing his head and shoulders back as he thrust his belly out, he began to pull his wife onto his prick. She yelped with joy and snaked down to meet him.
"Creamin'! I'm creamin', John!" she gurgled.
He banged in, jolting her to the bones.
"Cum up my cunt, darling - slime in my cunt!" she wailed, yearning for his steaming lust lava.
John hammered in, slowed for a moment, then pounded in again, violently and savagely, starting to pump it to her. He fed it up her cunt, yanked back out against the suction, rammed it in again, packing her pussy to the brim, stuffing her cunt to the depths. She thought that his cock-head must be shoving her heart and lungs aside to make room as it drove in so deep.
He moved his hands up under the cheeks of her ass, tilting her groin a bit higher as he shoveled frantically in on the cum strokes, feeling his balls getting set to blow their load off at any moment.
"Jizz me - jizz me, darling!" she wailed.
John hauled her by the ass, pulling her soaking pussy onto his prick, then held her steady and drew it back out as if unsheathing a sword from a sodden scabbard. His cock glistened, drenched with her cunt-cum. The dark vein was writhing like a snake and the ridges of scar tissue stood out along the throbbing stalk.
Holding only the tip in her cunt, John stared down at the coupling. He knew that he was going to blow his wad off on the very next stroke and was prolonging the pleasure for one final moment. His massive, iron-hard cock looked like a war club, some weapon that could bludgeon or stab.
"Now!" he hissed, tensing.
"Yeah - yeah! "she panted.
His balls ballooned as John inched his cock up into her steaming cunt. He sank in slowly until half of his cock was buried. Then, as his balls erupted, he rammed it the rest of the way up her.
His fuck-juice shot into the core of her cunt-hole in a creamy torrent. Vanessa cried out in rapture as she felt that mighty hose spray her pussy. His cum felt as hot and as thick as melted lead.
John's hips recoiled as his cock blasted off.
He shot a second spurt out on the backstroke. As his cock-head slid into her slot, the jism streamed from his piss-hole, swirling on up her cunt-sleeve.
Then he slammed in again, driving his cock up through his own cunt-filling cream. Fuck-juice broke in a foaming wave around his cock-head as he cut through the swampy slime and he shot off again in the depths.
Vanessa writhed and thrashed blissfully, still creaming herself and doubly thrilled by the steaming hot flow of John's fuck-juice. She raised her head and stared down the gentle slope of her belly, watching his prick sink in and pull back out, shooting on every stroke.
It felt so huge inside her that she expected to see the outline raised in a furrow up her belly. She could feel his cum swirling and sloshing in her loins as he steadily pumped her up. The insatiable woman felt as if she were being inflated like a balloon on his meat valve.
As they drained off, his balls stopped rolling and began to swing again, slapping against the curve of her ass. She kicked her legs out, then drew her knees up, turning her curvaceous body up. John pounded his prick into that fleshy curve and still more foaming fuck-juice spurted into her drenched cunt.
Vanessa's feet waved wildly about as if she were performing exercises. She arched and bowed, twisted and squirmed, jerked and jolted. His cock hooked in and she wriggled like a fish on a gaff.
John began to slow down finally, grimacing as he squeezed out the last drops from his hard-on. Vanessa kept on humping at the same furious tempo as he slowed, so that now she was fucking twice as fast as he was, pushing her pussy onto his prick at two strokes to one.
He stopped moving entirely.
Vanessa kept on pumping, draining off her joy.
But although his balls were empty now, his cock was still huge and hard inside her. She was eager for more. So were the kids . . .
Chapter Seven
Although his cock had stopped squirting off, Wendy kept it in her mouth for a while, nursing adoringly on that succulent hunk of meat as her brother swayed around on the end of it, groaning and panting.
The girl had done the whole job with only her mouth, but now just to make sure that not a single precious drop of brotherly love still lurked in his cock, she folded her fist around his cock-shaft and frigged it up and down. Then she tightened her grip and squeezed the tube as she drew her hand up to her lips, as if getting the last dregs out of a toothpaste tube. She was rewarded by a last nugget of spunky goo that oozed out onto her tongue.
Smiling dreamily, she pulled her lips off him.
Mike stared down at her. The youth looked a bit nervous. He knew that it was really naughty to get a blow-job from his kid sister and now that it was over the boy was afraid that Wendy might feel guilty or regretful.
But not a bit of it.
Wendy only felt happy that they had begun enjoying sibling sucking and the girl was looking forward to drinking gallons of jism out of her brother's balls.
She gave Mike a saucy look and leaned back into his groin, using her nimble tongue to gather up the stray drops that had spilled from her lips. She tongued the slime from his meaty cock-shaft and lapped the seepage from his balls, then mouthed his cock-head again and slid her tongue against the slab as she sucked on it.
When she drew back again, his cock-head had been polished to a gleaming purple luster. His cock stood like a lighthouse, the knob a flashing beacon.
"Oh, wow, Sis - you are some sweet cock-sucker," Mike rasped, seeing there was no need at all to feel concerned about her reactions now that it had ended. "I bet you could suck the batteries out of a fucking flashlight!"
"I love doing it," she admitted. "Cock-meat is so yummy! And I just adore drinking jizz!"
"I got all you want, Sis," he boasted.
Wendy was licking her lips thoughtfully.
"I like other things, too," she said.
He stared at her, his head cocked to one side - and his cock-head starting to flare again.
"Wanna go to my room and fool around some more - on the bed?" she suggested.
"Yeah!" Mike cried.
"I guess we better not fuck, being brother and sister and all - but we can do everything else," she promised as she got up from her knees.
She could feel his fuck-juice sliming in her belly as she moved.
"Maybe we better sneak downstairs and make sure that Mom and Dad are busy, though, huh?" Wendy said. "If we're fooling around and making lots of noise and things, we don't want one of them to come upstairs."
Mike nodded. It would be embarrassing, to say the least, to get caught being naughty on his sister's bed, he figured. He just couldn't imagine what their mom or dad would say if they found out.
Wendy pulled her terrycloth bathrobe back on and the boy levered his cock into his fly with some difficulty getting it zippered in.
They tiptoed downstairs together - and discovered that their parents were, indeed, busy - and in the most fascinating sort of way.
Wendy and Mike looked into the kitchen just as John was starting to cum.
"Holy cow," Mike whispered.
"Ooooh - " Wendy squealed.
Their inherited inclination to play peeping Toms was deeply gratified. Standing side by side, just back from the door, they stared in awe.
Vanessa's luscious ass was sliding around in the butter and jam and honey and John was pouring jism as thick as honey steadily into her pussy-bowl.
As his fat prick plugged her fuck-slot full, their mingled cum-juices oozed out around the rim. Vanessa's goo was pouring out in creamy sheets and John's fuck-juice streaked the flow in molasses-thick ribbons.
"They're busy, all right," Mike rasped, grinning.
But now the kids were presented with a difficult decision. It was evident that they could go to Wendy's bedroom safely, with Mom and Dad rutting away like goats. But, eager as the teenagers were to fool around some more, they were even more fascinated by the performance.
"Let's watch for a while," Wendy whispered.
Mike nodded, his eyes glued to the scene. He was breathing heavily.
Wendy let her robe fall open. Taking her brother by the wrist, she drew his hand over and placed it on her cunt-mound. He began to squeeze her, his fingers trailing down into her cunt-slot.
Reaching out blindly, Wendy unzippered his fly and reached in to haul his cock and balls out. She began to frig his stalk as he fingered her cunt. But the caressing was incidental at the moment, for both of those naughty kids were concentrating on the kitchen table action.
John stopped humping and stood, feet spread wide and back arched, his fat cock still jammed ball-deep up into Vanessa's soaking cunt. She kept on pumping her pussy up and down and twisting her lithe loins from side to side as she worked off the last spasms. Then she slowed and stopped.
John pulled his prick out. It came out level with the floor, then snapped back up into the angle of full erection, not daunted in the slightest by having been emptied.
Wendy whimpered as she gazed at that remarkable cock. There was still a coating of spunk on her tongue and it liquefied again, now, as her mouth got hot at the sight of her father's delicious-looking prick.
Now that it had been greased in her mother's gooey cunt-gash, his cock looked even more scrumptious than it had when she saw him tossing off in the shower.
It looked exotic, with the raised ridges running up the stalk, like some pillar carved with inscriptions. Cunt-cum and jism glistened and foamed on the magnificent cock and balls, making Wendy drool. She thought that Daddy's cock looked even tastier than her brother's. Mike was staring at Mom's cunt intently. Now Wendy glanced at that soaking cunt, as well, with a far more than daughterly fascination. Vanessa's vacated cunt-slot was still stretched open in a wide oval, retaining the shape of John's cock. The gaping cunt-gash was flooded with their combined fuck-juice and her stiff clit was floating like a log in a swamp.
Wendy loved cocks and cum too much to even consider being a lesbian, but the girl just had to admit that her mother's pussy looked as tasty as her daddy's prick - especially at the mo-ment, all full of cum-juice. The girl was confused by her desires. But she had come by them honestly, of course - and her mom could have told her that a girl doesn't have to be a lesbian to be a cunt-lapper!
Wendy didn't know why, but she sure knew that it would be a real thrill to suck her mother's pussy!
Her eyes slid back and forth between her father's greased fuck-rod and her mother's flooded cunt-slot. Mike was staring at Vanessa's tits and ass and groin, intrigued. He had nursed on those fat, rosy nipples as an infant - and how he would love to suck them again!
His cock jolted in his sister's hand. The boy was panting, and each time he inhaled, the head of his cock flared as if it, too, were breathing. It pumped in and out like a lung, looming out from Wendy's gently stroking fist.
He bunched his fingers together and began to frig them in and out of Wendy's fuck-hole, whipping the edge of his thumb against her clit each time he sank his fingers in knuckle-deep up her cunt.
Wanking, they watched . . .
"Wanna cum again, darling?" Vanessa asked, thoughtfully, as if offering him second helpings at the table.
Grinning, John bent down. His prick was looming so high that as he doubled over, the fat purple knob damned near brushed him under the chin. It made Wendy wonder if her daddy could give himself a blow-job.
John buried his face in Vanessa's sodden cunt and began to tongue-lash her. Sucking on the slot, he stabbed his lapper up into her wet cunt-sleeve.
Vanessa worked some more honey into her fleshy folds and John licked it out of her hungrily. Then she rubbed more of the sticky stuff onto her tits and into her cleavage, greasing up her titty-tunnel.
John rose up again, his chin dripping.
"Fuck my tits for a while, darling," Vanessa purred. "Then you can cum in my mouth!"
John eagerly moved to comply.
And two very interested youngsters paid rapt attention - teenaged students taking parental instruction.
How else would they learn about the birds and the bees?
Chapter Eight
Vanessa slithered down to the edge of the table and cupped her fat tits together with both hands. John nudged his cock into her cleavage and began to slide it up and down through that honey-slick crevice.
His enormous cock-head squeezed from the upper slopes of her tits and ran up her breastbone, nudging into the hollow of her fluttering throat. The purple slab was streaked with honey, laying a sticky track out of her cleavage.
Vanessa tipped her radiant face down. Her tongue pushed out and she began to flick it against the tip of his cock as it slid up to her chin.
John tit-fucked her slowly and steadily. He had already creamed off twice now, in the shower and in her pussy, and he was going to be able to make the next act last for a long time. That pleased Vanessa. She had cum a lot already too, frigging off as she peeked at the adorable sun-tanning nymphette next door and creaming heavily on John's cock, and now her mouth was hornier than her fuck-hole.
His balls dragged up her belly as he fed his cock-shaft up between her tits. His knob emerged and Vanessa flashed her lapper against it. The combination of sweet honey and gamey cock-meat was mouthwatering and she knew it would be even more scrumptious when his piss-hole began to dribble again, adding some cream to the confection.
Her hot lips parted.
"Fuck my mouth, darling!'' she whispered. John plowed up through her slippery tit-track and his swollen knob sank into her mouth. He shifted up higher and began to fuck her face steadily. His balls were bouncing off her tits as he fed the meat into her maw.
Vanessa sucked and her cheeks drew inwards, pulling on his stalk. Then she blew down his cock-rod. He shoved his bloated cock-head back into her throat and Vanessa sputtered and gulped, taking it all.
When he drew back out, her lips pulled along his stalk, distending pliably as the prick-loving woman sucked gluttonously through every meaty inch.
The kids were going wild.
Wendy watched her daddy's cock glide in and out through the moist collar of her mom's mouth and her own mouth began to work, echoing the action. Blowing her brother was lovely but the naughty teenager was lusting for a mouthful of that potent paternal prick.
Mike was thinking how wonderful it would be to sink his cock into his mom's maw, what a joy it would be to have her swallow his slime. All sorts of frenzied fantasies danced in his mind. He was wondering if he dared to sneak into the master bedroom sometime when his mother was sound asleep and jerk off on her lips.
He certainly intended to beat his meat off into the honey pot as soon as he got a chance, so that his mother would be eating his spunk second hand. Of course his daddy might eat some, too, but Mike didn't want to think about that. The boy was imagining all the places where he could leave a load of jism for his mother. He could jack off in the butter dish, cream in the peanut butter.
His sister was having similar fancies.
Wendy was planning on frigging her cunt with her father's toothbrush and replacing it in the rack so that he would taste her cunt-cum the next time he brushed his teeth. She thought it might be a kinky kick to fuck herself to jelly on the fat salami she had noticed in the larder. The whole family would be munching her cunt-juice when they ate the meat - and the idea of her mother swallowing her cunt-juice turned Wendy on as much as anyone else.
Her pussy was sucking on her brother's probing fingers. Mike pulled his hand out of her groin and slid it back in front. Her loins jumped, dancing on his hand as he finger-fucked up into her cunt-hole.
She was stroking up and down on his cock-shaft and working her thumb against the underside of his flaring crown at the top of the stroke. But she wasn't falling into a steady tempo. Wendy didn't want to jerk her brother to a creamy conclusion, just to keep him hard and hot for later.
But first she yearned to see her daddy spill his jism into her mother's mouth. Wendy's eyes were as excited as her clit and her tongue as she peeked on that parental plating on the kitchen table.
Preliminary goo was bubbling out of John's cock-head now. It dribbled onto Vanessa's tongue and streaked her sucking lips as his cock-meat sank in and pulled out. He was feeding it to her a bit faster now.
His gnarled prick pulled from her maw, soaking with saliva and slimed with spunky threads.
"Ulphhh - " Vanessa gagged as he pumped his cock-head back into her throat. Then she purred as he pulled out through the pursed collar of her lips. Her tongue was folded into a pink arch so that his slippery cock-meat was running over it as it sank into her gullet.
She had sucked all the honey off his cock now and was relishing prick and pre-spunk, sweeter than any honey to her taste.
She cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing gently, as if trying to pump the jism out of the swollen bags. Her other hand slipped around behind him and the wanton woman began to nudge a finger up into his asshole. His ass bounced forwards and he buried his cock-meat in her mouth.
Watching this, Wendy reached behind Mike, sliding her hand down inside his open jeans. She began to ream his shit-hole with her finger. Mike groaned and pulled his hand up through the crack of her trim little ass, starting to finger her tight little ass-ring.
The kids were learning a great deal as they studied their passionate parents so intently.
John began to moan and gurgle and jerk his prick into Vanessa's mouth vigorously. Plenty of preliminary goo was seeping from his knob now, juicing her tongue and sliming her lips and whetting her appetite for the full load.
Her head jumped down as she gorged herself to the root on his succulent cock-shaft. His cock was fiery hot now. Her saliva steamed from it as he pulled out of her mouth. His pre-cum was getting thicker, running around on his stalk like beads of quicksilver and soaking into her tastebuds, sloshing in her cheeks.
"Cream me, darling!" she pleaded. "Use my fucking mouth for a scumbucket!"
He jolted in, tossing her head back as he gored her on his cock. His balls were enormous again, inflated like waterwings. His long, thick, seamed cock was writhing and throbbing like a gnarled tree trunk struck by lightning. It hissed into her greedy maw like an immersion heater, boiling her saliva.
"It's cummin', baby!" he rasped.
"Yes, yes! Fucking hell, hose me!" she wailed, sucking like a sump pump as she eagerly sought to pull the spunk out of his balls.
John threw his head back and gasped.
As his cum started to spurt up his stalk, he felt as if his guts were pouring out. Vanessa jammed her finger knuckle deep up his shit-hole and he felt that probing digit caress the root of his hard-on.
Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.
His first spurt came so abruptly that Vanessa didn't feel it spurt from his piss-hole. One moment her mouth was full of swollen meat and the next it was full of hot jism.
She gulped the sweet slime down, whimpering and gasping, and he pumped another gooey wad onto her flashing tongue. It drenched her like boiling oil, fluidly seeping into every nook and cranny of her mouth.
Vanessa was going crazy with cum-drinker's rapture. She pounded her head up and down on his stalk, swallowing and sucking, gulping and gurgling. Streams of spunk flowed down her throat and filled her belly. She mouthed down to the hilt of his cock-rod and took a creamy geyser back in her gorge, then her lips fluted back up to his knob and he fed her another slimy spurt onto her tingling tongue.
She ducked down again, as if she were trying to swallow him balls and all, as if she wanted to devour his meat as well as his fuck-juice. His steaming spunk filled her mouth and spilled from her lips, fat beads splashing on the upper slopes of her tits.
"Lucky Daddy!" Mike moaned.
"Lucky Mommy," Wendy murmured.
Fingering each other's shit-slot, the two fascinated kids watched as their father drained off his fuck-juice into their mother's gluttonous mouth.
He pumped the last squirt into her and swayed about as she milked out the dregs.
His cock was starting to soften and diminish in her mouth now. Vanessa kept on sucking, enjoying the sensation of having a prick soften in her mouth - a sort of reverse thrill at the end of the feast.
Mike and Wendy waited to make sure that they had seen the final act in this parental performance.
And then the siblings exchanged a wicked glance and, by tacit agreement, sneaked off to be very, very naughty . . .
Chapter Nine
As soon as they were in her bedroom with the door closed, Wendy dropped her dressing gown from her shoulders, then started to undress her brother. She knelt in front of him as she lowered his tight jeans. His naked cock loomed in her face and naturally she paused to take a tasty slug on the knob. With her head stuck on the end of his cock-meat, she fumbled around, stripping him naked.
Mike fucked into her face a little and Wendy was tempted to let him cum in her mouth again. But she had already enjoyed a lovely face-fucking in the bathroom and now she wanted to try some other things. - For one thing, having her brother stick his finger up her asshole had given the girl ideas.
She didn't think that they should carry incest to the ultimate degree of fucking - but taking it up the ass was a different matter, no different from taking it in the mouth, really - just a blow-job from the other end of her digestive tract.
And she just knew it would feel swell.
She pulled her lips off his cock and, holding it like a leash, led Mike to the bed. They lay down and embraced. Mike felt her tits and rubbed her ass. Wendy squirmed her belly against his cock and balls. They kissed, lips grinding, panting into each other's mouth.
Her tongue slid out and Mike sucked on it. His own lapper entwined with hers. Then he tongue-fucked into her mouth, in turn. They swapped tongues and saliva back and forth, French kissing enthusiastically.
Wendy arched, heaving her tits up, and Mike dropped his head, starting to suckle on her nipples and lap up through her smooth cleavage. He was thinking it might be nice to fuck her between the tits, the way he had seen Daddy giving it to Mom. It struck the boy as ironic that he should be fantasising about his mother as he fondled his sister.
He humped, jerking his cock up against her belly. The knob brushed the underside of her tits. He nudged into the cleft and stroked up and down. Wendy tilted her lovely face down and lapped hungrily at his slimy cock-head as it came slithering out from her tit-tunnel.
She wriggled down lower, licking down his cock-shaft as if it were a candy cane, then spent some time giving his balls a thorough tongue bath. She shoved her face right into his groin and licked on back behind his balls. Then she held his hips and turned Mike over onto his face.
His cock jammed into the bed like a crowbar, levering his ass up into the air. Wendy bent over him, placing her hands on the hard, tight cheeks of his ass. She parted them, opening the crack and exposing his asshole.
Her tongue slid out and she began to lick up and down through the crack of his ass. She dipped on down into his groin and lapped his balls, then dragged her tongue back up his ass-crack to his shit-hole.
She began to lick that puckered bud.
Mike jerked spasmodically.
"Jeez, Sis - " he gasped, amazed and delighted by his kid sister's wantoness. He shoved his ass against her face, humping as if her were fucking the bed.
Wendy had never rimmed out an asshole before, but she found it a treat. She enjoyed the tangy taste and the naughtiness of it thrilled her.
She turned her face from side to side as she worked her tongue around in his shit-ring. She slobbered into the perfumed slot, then sucked her saliva back out, flavored delectably by her brother's shit-chute.
Her tongue shot deeply up into his asshole and Mike yelped and jerked. It felt as if she was licking the root of his hard-on from inside his groin.
Working happily on his asshole, Wendy slid a hand around his flank and held his cock, stroking it as he humped up and down. He frigged through her fist, hammering his prick into the bed, then shoved his ass back into her face.
After a while, Wendy moved away. Mike was so hot that he felt numb. He kept on humping the bed for a moment before he realized that his sister was no longer sticking her tongue up his asshole. Then he rolled over.
Wendy had twisted away, kneeling now, with her head down and her delectable ass hiked up. Her thighs were parted and her pussy was streaming like a waterfall down her crotch and legs. She wriggled her ass enticingly.
"Do me, now, Mike!" she gasped.
Mike slid in belly-down. Holding her around the thighs from behind, he pushed his face in and began to suck- her soaking cunt-slot. His chin was on the bed as he wolfed merrily away on the flowing fount. He tongued her parted cunt-lips and nursed on her clit. He began to sweep his lapper up through her crotch. As he slurped higher, his nose was brushing up through the crack of her ass.
"Ummmm - do my ass, Mike," she purred.
Mike pushed his nose into that taut little brown bud, then began to tongue it out. The delicate flavor of her asshole made his tongue tingle. He licked the rim and reamed on into the tangy track.
Wendy was panting with the pleasure of that erotic caress. If it felt so lovely to have a tongue sliding up into her shit-chute, just imagine how wonderful it would feel to have a big cock reaming her ass!
"Shove your prick up me, Mike!" she wailed.
"You wanna fuck, Sis?" he croaked.
"No - no - shove it up my ass!" she cried. "I wanna get ass-fucked, Mikey!"
"Oh, yeah!" Mike was delighted at the prospect of burying his cock in her loins - and feeling quite self-righteous, as well, since bugger wasn't really incest.
He fitted his lips to her asshole and let a large amount of drool pour into the tiny brown slot, getting it lubricated. He inserted his finger in and pushed in knuckle deep, working it around inside the tight tunnel, preparing his sister's shit-chute for his fat cock.
Then he rose up and knelt behind her. Her ass swung around invitingly. He held her by the hips and pushed his loins out, nudging the flaring crown of his huge prick gently into her puckered asshole.
He stared down doubtfully, not at all sure that his giant cock was going to fit up that tiny slot. He was a bit intimidated by the thought of skinning his prick. Still, it was the sort of chance that a horny guy had to take.
Holding her hipbones steady, he began to cram his cock-head into his sister's shitter. Wendy squealed happily and shoved her ass back, twisting around, trying to screw her asshole onto the head of his cock.
The tight brown bud slowly parted, rippling and spreading out around his knob. A glob of preliminary spunk oozed from his open piss-hole, greasing her slot, and his fat slab slid in a bit deeper up the oiled hole.
Mike jolted in, his own ass screwing violently - and his cock-head vanished in her ass.
"Ooooh!" Wendy squealed.
It hurt just slightly, but that tingling ache only served to add another dimension to the pleasant sensation of having a cock up her ass.
"Stuff it all up me!" she moaned.
The head of his cock was the thickest part of the tool and as Mike slowly worked that fat slab up into Wendy's asshole, it was spreading her out, blazing a trail for his throbbing stalk to follow up into the unexplored regions, the virginal territory of that sibling shit-chute.
Half his prick was stuck up her now. The lower portion stood out like a bolt between her tiny slot and his ballooning balls. He jerked his cock and her shapely ass bobbed up and down on the end.
He levered another inch in.
Where in hell is it all going? he wondered.
Bracing his knees and holding her hips firmly in his hand, he slammed his loins out and buried the rest of his long prick up into her shit-tunnel. His bloated balls were jammed into her creamy crotch and his flat belly was pressed tightly to the curve of her ass.
Wendy gasped as he filled her bowels to the very brim. His cock-head was flaring and steaming in her guts and his shaft was levering up the tight track. It felt as if she had swallowed a lump of smoldering iron.
Her brother held it all up her, grinding it inside her without falling into a humping motion yet. Wendy was wailing with the joy of it. She felt transfixed on that elongated cock, spiked through and through. She thought that his rock-hard cock must have gone up to her guts.
Her shit-chute was stretched out wide around his cock-shaft and the knob was buried so deeply up her that she thought it must be reaching to her stomach - that the throbbing slab must be splashing around in a slimy pool of the fuck-juice that she had swallowed from the other end of her digestive tract.
Her ass muscles began to work on his cock, rippling up the hard rod as if she were swallowing him in reverse, digesting his cock from the wrong end.
"Pound it to me, Mike!" she gasped.
He pulled back. The fit was so snug that, at first, he simply dragged her ass back on his cock. But then her tunnel adjusted, loosening slightly. His cock came out inch by inch until only the wedge-shaped knob was lodged in the brown ring. It flared, spreading the bud. Then he groaned and rammed it back up her guts.
His cock-head surged into her hot bowels, dribbling pre-cum like an enema up her ass. He began to hammer in steadily, sinking ball deep into that tight back passage.
"Ooooh - ohhh - ahhhh!" Wendy wailed, winding her ass around in a spiral as he screwed up the chute. Wendy was drooling onto the bed. There was still a film of jism on her tongue and as she tasted it again, now, she wondered if he was squirting more into her mouth from inside.
Her ass heaved up as he plunged in and her knees bounced on the bed. The bed was squeaking loudly. She was crying out and Mike was groaning. Lost to their lust, they didn't realize how much noise they were making.
Mike pounded on, packing the fudge with thundering strokes as Wendy churned and jerked on his cock. Her nubile body coiled and uncoiled, wriggled and squirmed, jolting and bouncing as he steadily buggered her ass.
She reached down into her crotch. His balls swung in and she cupped them, rubbing them around in her creamy cunt-slot. Then she slid three fingers up her fuck-hole and began to finger-fuck her cunt as her brother reamed her ass.
She could feel his throbbing prick sliding up the other tunnel, separated only by the slender partition that divided her twin tracks. She pulled in her clit. That swollen bud was ready to explode.
"Jizz me, Mikey! Slime my guts!" she howled.
He shoveled it in, grunting and grinding and gasping as her shit-chute clamped like a tubular vise on his cock, dragging him into her bowels and sucking like a mouth.
"My ass is hungry for your cum!'' she cried. "Hose my horny bowels, Mike! Cream in me!"
His cock spread her wide as it expanded. He bounced her violently as he sank the steaming cock-meat up into her smoldering digestive tract. It felt as if her whole body cavity was stuffed full of cock.
"Gonna juice your ass, Sis!" he croaked.
She gurgled in anticipation. Her cunt was foaming as she creamed. She slammed her ass back, gorging her guts on her brother's rock-hard cock-rod, her bowels as greedy for jism as her mouth had been.
Mike felt his balls explode and an instant later felt a creamy tide surge up through the core of his cock like paste from a tube.
That oily enema spurted into her bowels.
Wendy cried out in ecstasy as she felt that hot, thick spunk running into her guts. It felt as if she had stuck a fire extinguisher up her asshole and released the foam. Mike poured his brotherly love into her steadily, squirting more out each time he rammed his cock into her ass, and her cunt dissolved and creamed in the twin track.
Her clit was going off like dynamite and her fuck-hole was melting as her brother continued to pump in, packing her ass with prick and hosing it with slime.
His fluid spunk swirled up through her ass. The girl gasped. It felt just the same as it did when she swallowed a load down her throat, she thought. Her asshole and her mouth were interchangeable, feeding her belly from either end with equal greed.
Mike squirted the last slimy dose into her. His cum splashed into her asshole, so thick that it felt like solid lumps rolling into her guts. He kept on whipping his ass-creamer in, milking out the final trickles and Wendy kept on squirming and shoving her fingers up her cunt as she creamed again and again, going off in a sequence of rising spasms.
At last he slumped over her vibrant haunches, drained to the dregs and panting like a steam engine.
Wendy slid belly-down along the bed.
Mike started to pull his prick out of her ass. It was stuck fast. Jammed in to the root, it wouldn't budge at all and when he drew back, her brown bud distended, clinging to the thick rod.
It felt as if, in the fierce friction of that ass-fucking, they had melted and fused together.
He gripped her by her ass-cheeks, holding her down, and yanked back hard. His cock-meat came out as it had gone in, inch by slow inch. She moaned and shuddered, feeling as if her guts were being pulled out of her shit-hole, stuck fast on his slowly withdrawing cock.
His cock-head lodged in her brown eye, hooked fast in the tiny ring. Then it came out with a moist slurp. Cum flooded out of the slot and streamed down the crack of her ass, running into the cunt-cum that was oozing from her cunt-hole, lathering and greasing her groin.
Mike sat back on his heels. His soiled cock was starting to soften at last, looping out in a fat coil from his belly - still fat and impressive although it had now lost that iron-hard consistency. The stained slab of his cock-head bobbed up and down, weighting the end of his cock.
Wendy squirmed around to face him, smiling blissfully with the contentment derived from having an assful of hot, thick sibling spunk.
She felt as if she had just eaten a wholesome and nourishing meal. _
But Wendy could never manage to eat enough to satisfy her and now she slid over and took his soiled cock into her mouth. It was coated with a film of ass-juice and jism, flavored and perfumed pungently.
She began to suck his cock hungrily.
And neither of the naughty kids realized how much noise they had been making . . .
Chapter Ten
Coming upstairs to get dressed, wearing only the bath towel again, John heard the sounds of a rigorously rocking bed coming from Wendy's room. Not knowing that Mike was home, he supposed that his daughter must be in her room alone - and giving herself a hand-job.
He got a kick out of it.
He guessed that the teenager was horny because she had gotten a good long look at his cock and balls in the bathroom and it turned
John on to imagine that his sexy little girl was frigging over her daddy.
He wanted to see it. He played with the idea of walking into her bedroom unannounced, under some pretext. If he was lucky, he could get a look at her hands moving on her cunt - and if he was very lucky he might time it so that he arrived just as the cunt-cum began to flow.
He grinned, making his plans. He was thinking that he could act startled at finding her frigging off - and maybe even drop the bath towel, as if in surprise - giving her another look at his cock and balls while the girl was all hot and excited from her own self caress.
He tiptoed up to the door and paused, listening and trying to time it just right.
Then he frowned, puzzled slightly by the sounds. He could definitely hear some moist slurping going on. Was her cunt sucking like that? he wondered. It sounded as if someone was giving head behind the door. Jeez - was his limber little girl acrobatic enough to go down on herself? Lust raced violently through John as he imagined Wendy sucking her own pussy and creaming on her own tongue!
Driven by desire, with the bath towel flopping around on his throbbing prick, John opened the door and stepped into his daughter's bedroom - and got a shock . . .
When John left the kitchen to get dressed upstairs, Vanessa started to put her own clothing back on. But then she decided not to get dressed for a while.
Vanessa, who was almost always horny, anyhow, was in a particularly horny mood now. Her lust had been inspired by spying on the suntanned neighbor nymphette and magnified by getting fucked in both mouth and cunt right there on the kitchen table. Wendy might have come downstairs at any moment and seen them on the job, she realized - or Mike could just as easily have returned from the park and caught them. The idea of having one of her kids see her getting screwed or giving head was really getting Vanessa worked up.
She decided to remain naked for a while, hoping to get a chance to flash her carnal charms, as if by accident, at one of the kids. She loved the idea of having her teenaged son staring at her tits and pussy. And the thought of nubile little Wendy looking at her was almost as exciting.
She wandered over to the window but was disappointed to find that Molly was no longer stretched out topless in the yard. She moved back to the kitchen table. The surface was slick where cum and pussy-nectar had overflowed from her cunt, the fuck-juices blended with honey and jam. Vanessa flicked some up on her finger and tasted it. Then, getting carried away, she perched on the edge of the table and carefully worked dollops of condiments into her cunt-slot and clit. She began to finger-fuck herself, alternating between her cunt and her mouth. She frigged around in her fuck-hole for a while, then lifted her creamy hand to her lips, licking up the juice.
The mixture of honey, jam and cunt-juice was delectable, and her learned palate could discern the delicious flavor of John's jism blended in, as well.
She began to switch hands, frigging into her cunt with one and her mouth with the other, then changing places. One hand dipped down into her crotch drenched with saliva as the other came up slathered with cum-cream.
She scooped a handful of seasoned sauce out of her pussy and lapped it from her palm like a kitten drinking from a saucer of cream. She bunched her fingers into a cock-shaped bundle and fed them into her mouth.
She drew one knee up and braced her heel on the edge of the table, tilting her haunches slightly. She sank a honey-slick finger into her shit-hole and wriggled it about, then sucked on it, enjoying the subtle variation in taste and texture served from her ass.
Naturally, all this was making naughty Vanessa hungry and horny as could be.
She wished that her son would come home so that she could flaunt her voluptuous body before him and watch the front of his tight jeans swell up!
But Mike was out - or so she believed - and Vanessa's thoughts turned to her daughter. Maybe Wendy would be taking a bath or shower soon, she figured. Naked, herself, she could wander into the bathroom, getting an eyeful of the sexy teenager's lathered loins and tits and sort of casually arrange to give Wendy a good look at her creamy cunt, as well, exciting both her voyeur and exhibitionist sides at once.
Pleased by that prospect, Vanessa sucked a last mouthful of goo from her cunt-gash and, naked, her curvaceous body glowing with sexual heat, her nipples stiff and swollen and her pussy juicing in her groin, she went upstairs.
She, too, was in for a shock . . .
Occupied, the kids weren't aware that their father had stepped into the bedroom.
Mike had sunk down onto his back and Wendy was kneeling over him, jumping her cinnamon hued head enthusiastically up and down on his towering cock. The greedy girl was eager to swallow some more sibling slime to go along with the heavy load she'd taken from the other end.
John blinked in surprise.
But then he began to grin fiendishly and his prick leaped up like a hammer poised to strike.
He watched the collar of his daughter's lips flute up and down on his son's huge cock-shaft. He could see that this was not their first sex act, either, because as she knelt with her ass towards him, John could see thick ribbons of fuck-juice oozing from her asshole!
He hesitated, wondering if he should sneak back out and not embarrass the kids. But that sight was so thrilling that he couldn't bring himself to leave and he stood there, gaping and panting.
John was lusting for his daughter.
And it was evident that Wendy had no qualms whatsoever about family fucking - that the girl was already depraved and nothing her daddy might do could possibly corrupt the naughty little nymphette more than she already was.
Then they saw him . . .
Mike opened his eyes so that he could watch his sister's sweet mouth engulfing his cock. Instead, he found himself staring at his father!
"Oh, shit!" he moaned.
Wendy glanced at his face from the tops of her eyes, never missing a drumming beat on his cock-meat. She wondered why Mike was looking so horrified and distraught.
"We're in bad trouble, Sis!" he croaked, nodding his head towards the foot of the bed.
Holding his cock-head in the oval of her lips, Wendy slowly turned, her face revolving on the meaty column.
"Ulpppphhh - Daddy!" she squealed, yanking her mouth off Mike's prick and blushing bright red.
John stepped up and as he did so the bath towel fell from his loins, revealing his mighty cock and balls.
Wendy couldn't help but see that he had a magnificent hard-on - and that he didn't look at all angry with them. He was staring in fascination.
"Get out of here, Mike - I'll deal with you later," he croaked. "But first I'd better have a little . . . errrrr . . . talk, with your sister."
Mike leaped up, happy to have a reprieve. Circling wide around his father, he moved to the door and went out into the hallway. Wendy had sucked him about halfway towards another cumming and his cock was pounding violently.
But the youth didn't dash off. He stood there in the hallway, staring back into the bedroom he had just left, anxious to see what form of punishment their father gave to Wendy so that he would have some idea what was in store for him.
John stepped up to the bed, prick first. Wendy was staring at his intimidating weapon like a tethered goat watching a boa constrictor approach.
"Daddy, are you - ?"
"It's okay, honey," he whispered. "You're Daddy's lovely little, girl. Daddy's naughty little girl."
His ridged cock-rod loomed up in her face and, with a little whimper, Wendy parted her lips and ducked down, taking his huge cock-head into her mouth.
"Ummmmm," she sighed, sucking hungrily on that pungent paternal prick.
"Ahhhhh!" John moaned as he frigged his steaming-hot cock-meat into her eager maw. He pumped it in through the oval slot her lips had formed. Her tongue slid against his knob and stalk as he sank it deeper. Wendy gurgled on the gorger. She could feel all the seams and ridges with her sensitive lapper and lips as she gently bobbed her cinnamon head back and forth, filling her facial fuck-hole.
Sucking her daddy's cock seemed even naughtier than blowing her brother - and Wendy adored it.
In the hallway, looking in, Mike gulped in surprise when he saw what was going on. If that was the punishment, Mike knew that he was safe - because there was no way his father was going to deal with Mike in that way!
The boy was relieved - and randier than ever.
His selfish father was getting the second half of the blow-job that had begun on Mike's prick and now Mike's neglected cock was bucking and pounding frantically.
He folded his fist around the thick stalk and began to frig it up and down as he continued to observe the incestuous action in the bedroom.
That was how his mother found him . . .
Coming naked up the stairs, Vanessa was modestly expecting nothing more than a chance to flash her pussy at her daughter and maybe get a look at the girl's bathing body.
When she saw Mike jacking off at Wendy's bedroom door, Vanessa almost fainted. A look of shock raced across her pretty face, followed immediately by a look of joyful expectation. She supposed that the boy must be watching his sister getting dressed as he pulled his prick or, at the most, that Wendy might be having a hand-job on her bed.
Vanessa's expectations were still modest.
The curvaceous woman moved down the hallway, smiling and licking her lips.
When Mike saw her, he gasped and blushed.
But his fist was in a steady rhythm and, despite his dismay, his hand kept right on pumping his prick like some engine that would run until it was switched off.
He saw, too, that his Mom was smiling approvingly and that she wasn't wearing anything but that smile.
"What are you looking at, dear?" Vanessa whispered.
"Errrrr - you're gonna be surprised!" he mumbled.
Gazing at her son's impressive cock, Vanessa didn't look into her daughter's room for a moment, not expecting the view to be as exciting as it was.
"Let me do that for you, Mike," she offered, reaching out for his cock and balls. His hand jumped off his cock-stalk and she closed her fist around it. It pulsated pleasantly in her palm. Her son's sturdy cock felt every bit as huge and hard as his father's, she thought - although it was not seamed by those raised ridges that added so much to the friction.
To her moral credit, all that Vanessa had intended to do was jerk her son off as, together, they spied on sexy little Wendy in a sort of prime-time family viewing.
Then she glanced into the bedroom!
Chapter Eleven
John lowered Wendy down along the bed, keeping his prick in her mouth. He knelt over her, his ass cushioned on her tits, fucking down into her face with deliciously slow and deliberate strokes. Her head bounced up from the bed to meet his cock as he stuffed it to her maw.
Then he pulled it out and began to move down her quivering body. His balls dragged over her tits, then down her flat belly. His prick was angled up like a gun, her saliva steaming from the meat and gooey preliminary seepage dribbling from the piss-hole.
He poised over her loins.
"You gonna fuck me, Daddy?" she whimpered.
She sounded frightened and looked shy - but then she arched her back and thrust her pelvis up invitingly and a blissful smile came over her radiant face.
"Yeah - fuck my cunt, Daddy!" she cried.
John angled his mighty cock down into her upthrust crotch, holding it by the root and rubbing the bloated knob around in her flooded cunt-gash and against her clit.
He dipped the tip into her pussy.
Her pliable pussy-lips began to pull on the meaty wedge, dragging his cock up into her fuck-sleeve. He slid his hands over her jerking hips and cupped her under the cheeks of her ass, holding her loins up at the coupling angle.
His thick cock slowly sank into her cunt.
Wendy began to wail and gasp when she felt her cunt-hole fill up with that massive hunk of ridged cunt. No prick had ever stretched her pussy out so satisfyingly or pushed up so far into the core of her cunt.
He pumped in to the balls and held all of his prick buried up his little-girl's cunt for a moment. She thrashed wildly about on that huge cock and her tight cunt muscles began to milk on his cock-meat hungrily. Her pussy was sucking his cock just like her mouth had done.
Then he began to hump her with long, steady strokes, tilting her pelvis up and down.
Her daddy was fucking her cunt!
Wendy was wild with the rapture of it.
He was screwing his sweet little daughter! John jolted with the dark thrill of incest as he pounded his prick into her pulsating pussy.
And what did Vanessa think of this?
Vanessa began to seethe and simmer at the sight. She had a moment's doubt, knowing that she should rush into the bedroom and prevent the incestuous encounter. But it was far more fascinating to watch it than interrupt it.
Her cunt was bubbling over desperately, needing to be filled full of prick - and, as fate would have it, she already had a rock-hard prick in her hand.
Her son's prick, as it happened! And how appropriate, as they watched John fucking his daughter! Whatever inhibitions that Vanessa might have had were long gone now, driven away as her eyes drank in the scene.
She was desperate to fuck with Mike.
Yet she couldn't bear to turn away from the bedroom door, to ignore that performance for an instant, even for the sake of getting her pussy plugged with prick.
But there was a simple solution to that.
Vanessa dropped down onto her hands and knees, her head in the doorway and her shapely ass hiked up, squirming and jerking lasciviously.
"Fuck me like a dog, Mike!" she moaned.
The boy shuddered at the prospect of throwing a fuck into his voluptuous mother. It seemed a lot more wicked than sucking and ass-fucking with his sister - and all the more thrilling because it was depraved.
Mike knelt behind her firm ass, grasping her by the hips. Vanessa reached back between her thighs and grabbed his cock again, guiding the fat slab of his cock-head into her pussy. That flaring filial knob wedged into her fuck-slot.
Mike hauled her ass back by her hips and his loins slammed out. He plunged into his mother's cunt to the hilt. They began to doggy fuck frantically.
Mike was grunting like a brute and Vanessa was panting like a bitch in heat as they ground together. She was still staring into the bedroom and now her son was looking over her shoulder as he, too, watched the other half of the family fucking in absorbed fascination.
His mom's cunt clung and sucked on his cock-meat. As he slammed it up her pussy savagely, he was driving the woman forwards on her hands and knees. His flat belly beat against the curve of her ass and she slid forward a bit more on every dynamic thrust.
The son was fucking his mother right on through the bedroom door, towards the other furious fucking action in an act of aroused audience participation.
John's ass corkscrewed as he powered his prick savagely up his daughter's dewy cunt-hole. Wendy was creaming as his throbbing cock drove in, carving through her cunt like a torpedo.
She threw her legs up, hooking her knees and clamping her sleek thighs around his hips. Her heels locked together behind his haunches, drumming against his grinding ass and then bicycling furiously in the air.
Her ass was heaving up from the bed to meet him as she jammed her cunt onto his pounding prick. That tight slot was milking on his cock-meat and thick globs of fatherly fuck-juice seeped from his cleft, soaking into her goo, turning her cunt-chute to a morass.
He was starting to hammer away on the cum strokes when Mike fucked Vanessa right up to the bed.
Losing a stroke, John looked at his wife and blushed, ashamed of having been caught fucking their daughter and expecting Vanessa to be outraged.
But then he saw that their son was busily whacking his prick into Vanessa's cunt from behind, throwing a savage doggy fuck into his mother. Mike grinned sheepishly and Vanessa gave John a wicked sort of smile.
John carried right on fucking his daughter and Mike never missed a beat.
Heaving his cock into her, Mike drove his voluptuous mother right up onto the bed, crawling up after her, firmly linked at the loins. Her face was right behind John's churning ass as she pumped away under her son. Her tongue slid out and she began licking John's balls as they swung in and out under his pounding prick.
Her head bobbed up and down and Vanessa slurped her tongue through the crack of John's ass. She tongued his balls, then dragged on up and rimmed out his asshole.
Then she lowered her chin to the bed, turning her head to the side. She was burrowing right down into his groin now. She parted her lips around the underside of his cock-shaft and began to suck.
His prick was fucking through his wife's lips as it slammed in and out of his daughter's pussy. That massive cock-stalk pulled out slathered with girl goo and pounded back in drenched with Vanessa's slobber. His bloated balls pulled up to the corner of her mouth as his cock sank in to the hilt. Then it came out again and Vanessa wailed with the joy of it as she hungrily slurped her daughter's cunt-cum from her husband's cock.
Under the double stimulation of pussy and mouth, John was soaring to the creamy crest.
Vanessa felt his iron-hard prick jolt and she gasped in avid anticipation, eager for the magic moment when he spilled his spunk into Wendy's cunt-hole, shooting the girl full of his hot incest oil.
"Cum in her cunt, John - shoot in her hot cunt!" Vanessa squealed onto his cock and balls. Her mouth had worked right up into Wendy's crotch now. She was sucking on the rim of her daughter's cunt-slot and shoving her tongue up into her fuck-hole alongside John's prick.
And, with that approving wife and mother in direct attendance at the function, John howled and emptied his enormous load into his little-girl's creaming cunt.
He jolted in like an engine, spurting the slime into her in steaming streams as Wendy melted again on the driving, squirting piston of her daddy's cock.
Then Mike was shooting off, as well.
Mounted firmly on his mother's haunches, the boy was staring over her shoulder, watching her tongue flashing around in the coupling. Seeing his mother licking his sister's pussy and his daddy's prick drove the youth to crazed crests and his jism poured out in a tidal wave.
Vanessa's cunt soaked up her son's spunk and her darting tongue gathered up her husband's fuck-juice as it came bubbling from her daughter's cunt-hole. Wendy creamed. Vanessa spooned it out with her tongue and her own cunt creamed in response. John and Mike kept on pumping the steaming slime into both of those molten cunts.
John began to wobble and jerk as he thrust into Wendy's spread vee, and Mike started to slump down over his mother's churning haunches. Father and son had both cum a lot on this memorable morning and, potent as they both were, they were starting to flag now.
But mother and daughter were as horny as ever, sharing an insatiable appetite - a Franklyn family trait. They kept on grinding as John and Mike faltered.
Mike, bringing up the tail end of the train, like a caboose, had to uncouple first, before his father could draw out of Wendy's cunt at the head of the line.
The boy sat back on his heels and his cock slithered out of his mother's pussy. It stood out level from his loins for a moment, then crashed down like a felled tree, slapping against his muscular thigh. His balls were finally finished, hanging like punctured balloons.
John dragged his cock out of his daughter's sodden pussy inch by inch, rubbing it against his wife's parted lips as he withdrew. His balls, too, were deflated.
His cock drooped down like a waterlogged cord of lumber. Vanessa sucked it into her mouth and nursed avidly, adoring the flavor of his cock-meat now that it had been soaked in their daughter's delicious pussy.
She slurped all the combined cum from his prick, then pulled her lips off him and turned her excited face back into Wendy's steaming groin.
The girl's well-fucked cunt gaped open wide, her clit floating like a little boat in the creamy wash oozing from inside her pussy.
Vanessa gave the girl a speculative look.
"Oooooh - eat my cunt, Mom!" Wendy squealed.
That was all the invitation that the cunt-hungry woman needed. She always enjoyed sucking a wet pussy, and the idea of plating her own daughter drove her wild. She leaned in and began flailing her tongue in Wendy's slimy cunt. Then she clamped her open mouth on the smoldering gash and began to suck voraciously.
John and Mike exchanged a glance.
It wasn't the sort of thing that a boy expected to see his mother doing - especially not with his sister - and Mike looked rather shocked.
But John was grinning approvingly and encouragingly and he gave his son a conspiratorial wink. Then they both turned to watch the scene.
Their balls began to slowly fill again, their lust renewed by the passionate plating performance. They saw Vanessa's lapper churn and whisk, her lips pull and suck, cum and cunt-cream spilling into her maw. She was making lots of thrilling sounds as she wantonly wallowed in her daughter's groin.
The woman sucked out every drop of fatherly fuck-juice from their daughter's delicious cunt and then kept sucking until she brought the girl to another creamy cumming. She mouthed her cunt through the spasms and swallowed her goo with relish, savoring every incestuous drop.
Wendy sprawled back on the bed, her pussy contented.
But she was licking her lips.
"Feed me, now, Mom!" she whined.
Vanessa trembled with joy as she discovered that her little girl was a cunt-lapper as well as everything else. The greedy woman lingered in the girl's loins for another minute, lapping up the overflow and gathering up the errant streaks that had seeped into the crack of her ass.
While she was licking Wendy's nether cleft, Vanessa could taste jism there, as well - and was delighted to realize that Mike must have ass-fucked the girl. She sucked a mouthful of pungently flavored spunk out of Wendy's shit-slot, enjoying it as a savory after the cunt course.
Then she moved on up, straddling Wendy's body and squatting over her upturned face. Wendy moaned as she gazed up into her Mom's open fuck-chute. That steaming slot was dribbling with a double load of family fuck-juice, so scrumptious-looking that it made Wendy's eyes water and her tongue drool.
Then Vanessa lowered her loins and clamped her cunt onto her daughter's eager mouth. Wendy began to suck, finding that cunt-lapping was the most natural thing in the world - and that she knew just how to do it without any practice or training or previous experience.
It was an inherited skill.
Wendy sucked on her mother's clit just as, as an infant, she had suckled on her tits - and was rewarded with a creamier mouthful than had ever been nursed from a nipple.
She ate out Vanessa's pussy for ages.
Just long enough for John and Mike to get hard cocks again, in fact - and the memorable morning continued . . .
