Dr. John Robinson was lying fully clothed on his bed, reading a book on abnormal psychology, when his seventeen-year-old-daughter Nina came in, sat down on the bed beside him and absentmindedly began fondling his crotch. Dr. Robinson smiled and put down the book. Nina looked very much like her mother when she was that age. "Mmmmm, that feels good, baby," he told her.
It was Nina's turn to smile. She always enjoyed feeling her father's cock, even through the cloth of his trousers. She snaked the zipper down, reached into the opening, and eased the stiffening flesh past the shorts. She ran her fingers all over the length of it.
"Something troubling you, Nina?" he asked her. He was a psychiatrist, but it didn't take one to know something was on her mind. Her hands felt good on his penis, just as they always did. He reached up, unbuttoned her blouse, and thrust his hand under her bra so he could massage her breasts and feel the nipple grow hard against his palm.
She nodded in answer to his question and bent over his stiff penis to lick it. Her tongue twirled around the end of it in tiny circles. She lowered her lips and sucked at the top of it. After a while, she rolled it against her cheeks and said, "I'm afraid I goofed, Daddy."
"You don't mean you're pregnant?" he asked.
She laughed and playfully kissed his testicles. Her long upswept coiffure tickled his belly to make him laugh. She said, "No, thank goodness. I'm very careful about things like that, just like you and Mommy taught me." She sighed and continued rubbing her hands over his throbbing flesh. "No, in school today I forgot where I was, and I told this guy who was bothering me to go fuck himself."
John Robinson laughed and worked his hand under his daughter's skirt, along the hot, moist in-sides of her thighs. "Is that all?"
"Unfortunately the teacher overheard me and there was hell to pay."
The man placed the palm of his hand directly over the girl's crotch. She spread her legs to give him greater access and he began massaging her there. Through the thin panty, he could feel her marvelous young vagina, warm and wet, pulsing with the excitement rapidly building inside her.
She murmured, "That feels good, Daddy. I love you to touch me there. It makes all my tenseness evaporate. Can I talk you into fucking me?"
"With no difficulty at all, baby," he told her honestly. "You're quite a woman."
She was pleased by the compliment. "And you're quite a guy, Daddy," she said, giving his stiff penis an extra squeeze.
They stood beside the bed and undressed. He asked, "Any particular way you'd like it?"
"With you on top," she said. "It makes me feel good that way."
He knew she was really tense now. On all those other occasions when they did it just for the pure sexual enjoyment, she went in more for the exotic methods. When she needed comfort and security, she wanted him on top, symbolic of his protection. Not that he minded. Any way was delightful with his daughter, he thought, as his gaze wandered about her firm, full breasts, her slightly rounded stomach, her smooth, well-curved legs, and the tangled mass of brown pubic hair at her crotch.
Nina was very proud of her father. He wasn't square and prissy the way some girls' fathers were. There were some girls in her classes at high school who had never even discussed sex with their parents, much less fuck them. She truly loved him because he was her father and because he had a wholesome, healthy attitude about the natural functions of the body-and because she truly, physically loved his hard lean body. She enjoyed feeling his hands touching her breasts and her cunt-gently, knowingly, not roughly like her brother Alec, although there was something to be said for that approach, too.
Dr. Robinson lay on his back on the bed and pulled his daughter down on top of him. He held her there for a moment, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring the crevasse of her buttocks and squeezing the flesh there, exulting in the stiffening of her nipples as they grazed his flesh. His own genitals in intimate contact with hers grew harder.
He rolled, holding onto her, and they lay for a moment on their sides, facing each other. He palmed the nipples of her breasts, moving from one to the other with one hand, while the other hand busied itself between her legs, rubbing the wiry brown hair, stroking through the outer lips of her vagina, then plunging his middle finger into the hot, moist area to stimulate her clitoris.
She moaned and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, sucking his lips, wiggling her tongue over them and into the opening. Her hands moved over his stomach and between his legs, where she found his tight testicles with one hand and gently squeezed and massaged them, while her other hand took the shaft of his penis and pulled it, stretching it toward her body and rotating it at the same time.
"Mmmm, baby," he moaned, "you really know how to please a guy." He said it to please her and because it was true.
It was obvious she was pleased. Her smile told him that. She asked, "Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?"
"That would be nice, baby," he said. "I'd like that. But I'm not sure I'd last. You really turn me on. Besides, you'd like to get right to it, wouldn't you?"
She nodded. It was a wonderful relationship they had, not only from an emotional and physical standpoint, but from a psychological one as well. She loved running her lips and tongue over her father's stiff, throbbing cock. She sincerely enjoyed putting the end of it between her lips and pulling at it, gently nipping the edges with her teeth. But most of all she thrilled to opening her mouth wide and taking it all in, right to the balls, then clamping her lips tight around the shaft and working her head up and down, up and down, feeling his thick flesh pulse and grow even bigger in her throat, until it swelled inside her mouth and jerked and spurted spasms of hot come that she swallowed as fast as it flowed.
He could sense that the young girl was ready. He rolled over on top of her, and she spread her legs and reached down between them to take his penis in her slim fingers and guide it unerringly toward the inviting hole. The tip of his sex organ touched her vaginal lips. Spreading them with his own fingers, he moved forward and slid his shaft all the way into her with one smooth, continuous glide.
She squealed her delight as he sank into her. She clamped her legs tight around his back and hugged him with her arms. "Oh, Daddy," she cried, "I love your beautiful cock deep in my cunt. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me good."
Dr. John Robinson smiled again, for he had every intention of fucking his daughter good. He was fully aware that a great many people would be shocked at this intimate behavior between himself and Nina. However, he firmly believed that sex was a natural and normal function of all people, and that it should be enjoyed to the fullest among all members of the family group. It could be enjoyed singly, in twos or more, just as any card game or other family entertainment might be enjoyed, with no feelings of guilt or shame to mar the act or the pleasant contemplation of it before and after.
As Nina herself had once amusingly put it: "The family that lays together, stays together!"
She rocked and rolled under him, expertly gyrating her hips and lifting her buttocks to meet his thrusts into her. She twisted her body back and forth, dragging her stiff nipples across his bare chest.
"Mmmm, you're good, baby, you're very good," he told her.
As a practicing psychiatrist, he knew the value of praise. As a father, he was proud that the praise was well deserved. A great many girls went to the marriage bed unprepared, but not Nina. The man that got her for a wife would be getting a woman with lots of experience and know-how.
As a man, he was fully satisfied by his daughter's efforts to give him sexual pleasure. Every time they had sex-intercourse or whatever-she never failed to please him with her utterly female body, with the way she stroked his penis with her hands, the way she kissed his mouth and his genitals, the way she moved her lithe young body against him to bring enjoyment to herself and to him.
Her pretty face was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were glassy, the eyelids slitted with the passion that wracked her. She moaned and clutched him to her while she rotated her hips so furiously he had to dig both his hands into the soft flesh of her buttocks to hold on. She bumped and ground her genitals against him. Her legs clamped around his body tighter. Her nails raked his back. Her tongue delved into his ear.
Dr. John Robinson found himself being carried along in the sensual excitement generated by the young girl under him. He thrust rhythmically in and out of her tight, wet, hot vagina. He caressed her buttocks with one hand while the other crawled along her bouncing body to one of her breasts, which he proceeded to massage. He buried his face in the soft musky perfume of her brown hair and increased his tempo.
She was close to coming and he wanted her to do it first, after which he would swiftly follow. He was very excited himself, but a small calm portion of his mind heard a noise at the bedroom door. A brief glance over his shoulder told him the door was slightly ajar. He didn't see them, but he was sure a double pair of young female eyes were watching the performance on the bed.
It was the twins, of course, thirteen-year-old Robin and Polly. The rascals were secretly watching. Well, if that helped turn them on, why not? Everyone had idiosyncrasies, so why not pre-pubescent girls. He slowed the frequency of his penis thrusts, but maintained the rhythm. All of them were going to have a good time-he and Nina directly, the twins by their voyeurism (and probably masturbation, if he knew them)-so why not make it last?
Outside the door, in the hallway, Robin said, "Will you move over? I can hardly see them fucking in there."
Polly moved over slightly to give her sister room to peer into the bedroom. "They're really screwing up a storm," she whispered. "Daddy's on top of Nina with his peter in her pussy."
"Yeah," Robin breathed, "and she's really enjoying it, too."
In edging forward, Robin's belly and crotch were pressing eagerly forward into Polly's buttocks, and the pressure there, plus the sight of the intercourse in the bedroom, began getting her excited. She saw the motion of her sister's arm and knew the girl was already masturbating. She put her own hand under her dress, snaked a finger under the panties, and stuck it between her legs into the warm hole of her soft-haired pussy.
Robin rubbed her downy crotch with the palm of her hand, stimulating the pubescent outer lips even while her middle finger slid all the way into the opening, touching the nub of clitoris as it slid on past into the damp, pulsing cavern. She slid it in and out slowly at first, nudging the clit with each stroke, while she stared past her trembling sister into the bedroom where her father was pumping his penis into Nina.
Oh, Daddy, she thought, how I wish you were on top of me, fucking me good, shoving your big peter in my pussy.
But then Polly would be there with her as usual, no doubt. Her father seemed to like both thirteen-year-old girls working him over at the same time, kissing his lips, his nipples, his balls, and his peter, massaging him all over.
Robin enjoyed sex with her fifteen-year-old brother, Alec, but not as much as with her father. She loved to rub his peter with her hands and kiss it and suck it. She loved moving her own crotch against him, massaging his cock with her pussy, and it was obvious the man also liked it. She could almost feel his hands rubbing her breasts and fingering the nipples, as she imagined it was she in the bedroom with him instead of her older sister.
Polly was having similar fantasies. She worked her finger in and out of her slickly wet pussy and reached up to fondle her breasts and feel the nipple rise stiffly from the touch even through the cloth of her blouse and the thin brassiere she wore. All the while her eyes never left the couple on the bed. She licked her lips and watched as her father's peter moved back and out of Nina's gleaming pussy. She ran her tongue across her lips as though tasting the balls dangling there under the crack in his bottom. Her finger tried to match the frantic though controlled rhythms of the two in the bedroom.
"Well, what have we here?" a female voice said behind them.
Robin glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the corridor with an amused smile on her face. The young girl said, "Sh," but both hands were too busy to put to her lips.
"It's Daddy and Nina," Polly explained.
The older woman glanced through the crack in the door. She whispered, "You could go in there, you know. Daddy doesn't mind if you watch."
"It's more fun this way," Robin said.
Polly nodded. Her eyes were glazed and she was too far gone to speak. The flush on her cheeks told she was close to her first orgasm.
Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. "Okay, kids, have fun," she said. She turned and continued on her way down the hallway to her son Alec's room, thinking how shocked people would be if they knew the sexual freedom the Robinson family enjoyed. They'd be shocked, because that was what was expected of them-but way down deep inside, perhaps unconsciously, they'd be envious. She'd been a nudist all her life and a believer in sexual freedom, so when she and Dr. John Robinson got married he had little trouble in convincing her that their family would have no sexual hangups, no feelings of guilt or shame no matter what they did, so long as nobody was hurt.
Sex between them was inevitable because it was enjoyable and because they truly loved each other and this was one way of showing it. The thought of incest did not bother her. After all, many times she and her brother Ben had engaged in sexual intercourse when they were growing up.
She paused before Alec's door, which was partly open, and knocked.
"Come in," a young male voice said.
She opened the door. "Busy?"
He was stretched out on his bed, naked, his stiff prick between his long fingers. He was idly toying with it as he read a book.
"Oh, it's you, Mother," he said, snapping the book shut. "No, just reading is all."
His body was white and still damp from the shower he'd taken. He had a lean, hard body, as athletic as his father's. With a lean, hard prick, just like his father's, too, she thought as she stared at it. Many was the time she'd enjoyed that stiff prick. She sucked it, had it reaming out her cunt and her ass, and had it fuck her every way either of them could think of.
Alec blushed as his mother's eyes flicked over his naked, aroused body. It was not, however, a blush of embarrassment at his nudity. He was pleased by the obvious approval of his mother's eyes. The feeling was quite mutual. He shook his long brown hair from his eyes and stared back at her, x-raying her full figure with its large breasts and wide hips. At the sight of her his pecker lurched in his hand, and he felt the urge to screw her, to shove it up her snatch, to kiss her boobies and feel her butt. As an infant, he'd loved to suck her large nipples, and it was something he knew he'd never outgrow.
"Hey, you're still wet," his mother admonished him.
She grabbed the damp towel from where he'd flung it over a chair and sat down on the bed beside him. She proceeded to rub him vigorously with the towel until his body was red and tingling. She draped his crotch with the towel and was amused by the fact that it poked up in the middle like a tent pole.
"Well," she said in feigned innocence, "what have we here?" She yanked the towel away in the manner of a magician performing a trick, then she leaned forward and kissed his throbbing flesh.
Alec bit his lip and felt his pecker jerk as her lips caressed it. "Careful, woman, or you'll get a mouthful."
She licked her lips. "Wouldn't mind that at all. You look good enough to eat."
He turned serious. "So do you, Mother."
She knew what that look on his face meant. It didn't take much to arouse her son sexually, and she was proud of him for that. In addition, he was able to arouse her as well, merely by showing her his youthful body. She felt her breasts ache for his touch, her nipples stiffen in expectation of his kiss. She felt her cunt grow hot and wet as she massaged his throbbing prick with her hands.
She stood beside the bed and quickly undressed. Free of the restraining clothing, she stretched sensuously, exulting in the admiration of her teenage son who lay on the bed watching her. There was no need to play word games. Both of them had done this often before, and they knew by a word, a look, or a touch what was wanted of them.
Naked, she lay on the bed beside him, and he welcomed her with open arms, pulling her close, mashing his mouth over her lips, inserting his tongue past her teeth in quick movements. She kissed him with enthusiasm, matching his tongue motions with her own. Her hands moved down over his heaving belly to his groin, where she cradled his testicles with one hand while she pulled his penis with the other. His own hands grew busy on her body, one of them leaping from one breast to the other, the other hand rubbing the crotch between her spread legs, massaging her vaginal lips, sliding a finger into the warm dampness of the pulsating hole that was ready for him.
She pulled her mouth from his lips and kissed him on the cheek and throat. She twisted her body slightly so she could rain wet kisses along his shoulder and down on his chest. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before transferring her affection momentarily to the other one. Then she twisted more so she could kiss and tongue her way down along his flat stomach, pausing to twirl her tongue into his navel.
"Hey," he laughed, "that tickles."
She smiled, remembering how even when he was a very tiny boy she used to do that to him to make him laugh. Even as an infant, she'd taken his small stiff penis in her mouth and sucked on it to give them both security and comfort from the act. But now he was a big boy, fifteen and filled to bursting with the juices of puberty. The erect throbbing prick looming before her testified eloquently to that fact.
"I love your man's prick, Alec," she told him. "It's every bit as wonderful as your father's."
Alec felt a wonderfully warm glow of satisfaction at her words. His father had never really wanted him to feel there was any competition between them, but he still felt there was some in existence. As a result, he always tried hard to satisfy Nina and the twins and his mother-especially his mother-to be on an equal footing with his father in all their esteem.
He never expressed this feeling any more outside the family group. Once he'd made the mistake of mentioning his desires to a boyfriend, who had promptly told other boys, who in turn had smirked and called him a "mother fucker." Well, of course he was that, and he saw no reason to not admit it. He truly loved his mother and enjoyed screwing her. However, it didn't take much more derision for the youth to learn other people didn't have the same beliefs and attitudes that the Robinson family had.
His mother's spread legs were pointing in his direction. He smiled at the juncture of the full thighs where the dark triangle of pubic hair pointed the damp area between her legs that had brought him so much pleasure. She had a marvelous snatch, still very tight after all the screwing he and his father had given her, and he loved to explore it with his fingers, his mouth and tongue, and his pecker. Impulsively, he bent his head between her legs and planted a wet kiss directly on her pulsating lips.
Rose squealed her delight, and a tremor of sexual pleasure shook her from head to toe. She placed the palm of one hand under Alec's balls and gently squeezed them. With her other hand she grasped the shaft of his prick and rubbed it. At the opening in the very tip a tiny drop had congregated. She extended her tongue and licked away the dewy jewel.
It was Alec's turn to shudder.
"Feel good, honey?" she asked him.
It was a needless question. He nodded feverishly and bent his head once more into her crotch, holding onto her buttocks with both hands, while his mother sucked and blew against her vaginal lips and his tongue delved into the wet opening to lick her clit one way and then another.
Rose took her son's prick firmly in her hand, stuck out her tongue and whriled it around the knobby tip of the sex organ. She teased him with her tongue until he was frantic with desire and was thrashing about on the bed, with his own mouth and tongue furiously laving her hot genitals.
Alec was not alone in his feelings. The knowing touch of his mouth and tongue on her made Rose very excited. Her breasts ached and the nipples on them distended with increasing passion. She took the knob of his penis in her mouth and sucked greedily on it for a moment before opening her mouth wide and letting him shove it deep into her throat. She closed her lips tightly around the throbbing flesh as he jerked his prick in and out of her mouth at an increasingly frantic tempo.
She was glad she could satisfy him so thoroughly. Alec's ministrations on her crotch were more expert than a regular fifteen-year-old boy's were ordinarily. Most boys his age hadn't even heard of cunnilingus, much less practiced it. Her husband John had told her of the parade of unhappy females who came to the psychiatric couch because their husbands failed to satisfy their sexual needs. If only those unthinking males knew as much about building up a woman as Alec did, the marriages would be much happier. That was one sure thing: her son would know how to keep his own wife happy when he got married.
Alec clutched his mother's vibrating buttocks with both hands, trying to hold her steady while he centered his head over her crotch and rained hot kisses all over the insides of her sweating thighs, saving the juiciest ones for her vaginal lips before inserting his tongue between the quivering folds of hot flesh and plunging it in to rub the stiff clitoris back and forth with swift, certain strokes.
Alec enjoyed sex of all kinds, and this sixty-nining was no exception. He felt as though his entire body was on fire, being consumed by flames of passion. He felt the soft brown hair of his mother's head swish tantalizingly over his naked thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his groin and her lips tightened about his pecker. His pecker was swollen with desire as he met her head thrusts with thrusts of his own designed to shove the sex organ deep in her mouth. His sister Nina sometimes put perfume on her crotch, not for him especially, but so her snatch would smell nicer than usual. His mother didn't do that, and Alec was glad. He loved to smell the natural smells of her. He loved to have the odor of her genitals fill his nostrils, for it made him even more excited while he was tasting, licking, sucking the moist, hot quivering flesh between her legs.
Rose felt the plunges of her son's stiff penis growing swifter and she knew he was going to come before much longer. But good boy that he was, he was holding back so she could come at the same time. As she mouthed his prick and massaged his balls, she concentrated on the stiff nub of her clitoris where his tongue was pushing the hood of flesh one way and then the other. Encouragingly, she rolled her hips against his cheeks, rubbing her cunt against his mouth. She bit back a scream of delight as his tongue delved deeply and his lips and teeth nipped at her clit. She trembled, moaned, and matched his mouth movements on her cunt with her own mouth movements on his prick.
He lifted his ass from the bed for an instant. His prick swelled even more in her mouth. He grunted, unable to hold back any longer, then began thrusting the stiff prick furiously in and out of her mouth with rapid strokes. Her tongue twirled around the tip of it and her lips tightened convulsively as hot sticky fluid spurted from the end of the throbbing, spasming prick and struck the roof of her mouth.
She swallowed it as fast as it came out. At the same time, she churned her own ass so rapidly he had to dig his fingers into her flesh to keep his mouth locked to her cunt, his tongue to her clitoris. His spent prick still lay in her sucking mouth, so the scream that issued from her lips was muffled when orgasm hit her with all the force of a tidal wave. Her body shook from head to toe, her thighs twitched as spasms of pleasure wracked her.
When it was over, they lay gasping for breath, bodies sweating, passions spent. Rose removed her son's prick, now limp, from her mouth and kissed it gently before pressing it affectionately against her cheek.
"That was wonderful, Alec," she told him sincerely.
"It was wonderful for me, too, Mother," he told her. Impulsively, he twisted about on the bed, pulled her close to him, and kissed her passionately on the mouth, using his tongue this time over her lips and past her teeth to delve the cavity of her mouth with deep, soulful thrusts, which the older woman was only too happy to return.
"Oh," she said suddenly, "I nearly forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"What I'd come in here to tell you," she said, adding with a smile, "before you seduced me with this."
Playfully, she tugged his prick. Just as playfully, he retaliated by nipping gently at her nipples.
"We got a letter from Uncle Ben," she told him. "My brother Ben whom I haven't seen in years. Ben and his son and daughter are spending the summer on an island in the Gulf of California, and he's invited all of us to spend some time down there with him."
"Wow!" Alec enthused. "Does Dad know?"
"I haven't had a chance to tell him. He and Nina are too busy fucking," she said with a smile.
"Still?" Alec raised an eyebrow. "They were screwing when I took a shower."
She shrugged. "Well, you know your father. Sometimes he gets longwinded and tries to set a record."
But most of her conscious mind was not on John Robinson at all, but on her brother Ben Hardy, whom she hadn't seen in such a long time. Ben was a diamond in the rough. As youngsters they'd explored each other's body intimately from the start. They'd fucked up a storm as often as they could, and both of them had enjoyed every moment of it. Ben had a no-nonsense approach when it came to sex. He wasn't gentle and kind and slow-going like John. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. It would be a pleasant change, she thought, being fucked by a man like that. Her thoughts were interrupted by a rising moan from the other bedroom and she looked up to see Alec grinning at her.
"She's following in her mother's footsteps," Rose said. "Come on, let's go see the climax." She leaped from the bed and, naked, padded from the room into the corridor where the twins were still outside the door, both of them with glazed expressions on their faces, while their skirts were pulled up and their fingers worked frantic rhythms under panty rims into their youthful vaginas. Their moans filled the hallway.
Robin suddenly muttered, "Uh-uh-uh!" and shuddered from top to bottom, then slid down the wall to a limp heap on the floor. A short time later, Polly gulped and said, "Ohhhhhhh!" as she caught sight of her still naked brother. Without missing a stroke she moved toward him and grasped his limp penis in her hand and jerked at it.
"Sorry, Sis," Alec apologized, "but my batteries haven't recharged yet." Despite this, he felt a surge of pleasure at the touch of the thirteen-year-old's hand on his pecker.
Polly didn't answer. She licked her lips and moaned some more and kept massaging his genitals with one hand while the other hand rubbed the area between her legs. A moment later she groaned, shuddered, let go of his penis, and sat on the floor beside her prostrate sister.
Rose and her son Alec were only too happy to take the youngsters' places at the door. She even eased it open some more so they could have an unobstructed view of the bed and its two occupants. She smiled. Her husband John was really going to town with Nina. The young girl was stretched out on the bed with her legs spread wide, while her father lay between them and pumped his stiff prick into her cute little cunt. Rose watched, ever fascinated by the sight of the throbbing hunk of male flesh ramming into the opening which swallowed it, and then saw it ease out, glistening wetly from the natural vaginal lubricants within the young girl's body.
Nina's eyes were closed, but she knew full well what was happening. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement as she clasped her father tightly to her body by clamping her legs about his back and holding her arms around his neck while she gyrated her genitals against him, bumping, grinding, thrusting, twisting as his cock moved relentlessly in and out of her hot cunt. She felt herself coming, with the passion building deep inside her and rising wiftly. She squealed and mashed her lips against her father's mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth to match his rapid strokes between her legs.
Dr. John Robinson felt himself being swept up in a sexual excitement so strong it could not be denied. He could have come before this, but he'd wanted to wait until Nina was ready, so they could culminate mutually. Besides, he always enjoyed making the sex last, whether it was with Nina, the twins, or his wife Rose.
Nina's legs released him and then flailed the air as she pumped her crotch vigorously. Her lips still glued to his mouth, she murmured, "Go, Daddy, go!"
John Robinson went. He buried his face in the musky perfume of her soft brown hair and massaged her breasts and pumped his penis into her as fast as he could. He almost winced as the muscles of her vagina gripped and released him with rhythms that told him she was close to orgasm.
Nina caught her breath, clamped her legs about him once more, and pulled him close. She muttered, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" and came in a series of brief but violent spasms so intense it shook the bed beneath them.
Her father followed closely. The grip of her young vagina on his already swollen sex organ carried him quickly over the top in several short bursts that throbbed deep inside her. A moment later, he kissed the young girl warmly on the mouth. "That was wonderful, baby."
Her face was flushed with the warm glow of contentment. "I loved it, too, Daddy."
The sound of someone applauding made them look up. Rose and Alec came into the room, clapping their hands.
Rose said, "It was a beautiful, inspiring performance."
"I didn't know you were there," Dr. John Robinson said.
"I'll bet you didn't," Rose said unbelievingly. She sat on the edge of the bed. "If you two are through, let me tell you the news."
She told them about Ben Hardy's invitation, and John said, "I'm sure we could all stand a vacation. It'll be nice to get away and meet some relatives we haven't seen for a while. Ben has a daughter, doesn't he?"
Rose nodded. "Carol should be sixteen about now. Ben tells me she's quite a beauty. A pretty blonde, in case you're interested."
John laughed. He didn't answer, but it was obvious he was interested. He truly loved having sex with his wife and his three daughters, but it would be a pleasant change of pace to experience intercourse with his niece.
Indignantly, Alec brushed back his tousled brown locks with a hand. "There's nothing wrong with my hair."
"It makes you look like a girl," she said.
"Oh, yeah, does this look like a girl's?" He fingered his penis. "I'll show you." He leaped onto the bed on top of her, crushing the breath from her for a moment, and they began wrestling around.
"Hey, you two," their father said with a laugh. "Cut out the squabbling."
Rose said, "Ben also has a young son, Chris, who's seventeen."
Nina stopped struggling and looked up with interest. "Oh?"
"I thought that would make you perk up," her mother said, smiling.
Rose didn't mention that the thought also made her perk up. Ben had the same philosophy regarding sex that John had-enjoy it within the family group. She would love to feel her brother's rough but stimulating hands on her body, touching her cunt, her ass, sucking her nipples with his greedy mouth. And of course there was his son, young Chris, who would be an experience, too. The idea of feeling a couple of new pricks in her cunt, her hand, her mouth-maybe both at the same time-thrilled her very much.
They were all silent for a moment, contemplating the sexual adventures that lay ahead of them. Even the thirteen-year-old twins, Polly and Robin, were thoughtfully considering the feel of strange male hands on their youthful bodies-and apparently relishing the motion.
John reached out and playfully swatted his wife's firm, shapely buttocks. "Well, come on," he said, "let's start packing. A vacation will do us all a lot of good!"
CHAPTER TWO
Ben Hardy sat out in the patio, drinking beer and getting hornier than ever. The full moon sailed high in the Mexican skies. Somewhere out in the forest of tropical trees two birds were busy giving each other hell. A soft wind carried a cool mist from the water. But Ben's thoughts were on none of these. He was thinking of his younger sister Rose whom he hadn't seen in many years. He hadn't seen her, but he'd thought of her plenty during that time. And he'd had pleasant dreams about her, too, reliving those magic moments of their adolescence when he'd fucked her regularly. She'd always had a beautiful snatch, and he'd enjoyed shoving his cock into her and making her squeal with pleasure. Nice tits, too, which he'd felt every chance he got and sucked on whenever he could.
He closed his eyes now and thought of how he'd gone up behind her at times and rubbed the front of his pants against her ass-sometimes right in front of their parents, who never suspected a thing. Thinking about it now, he reached down in front of him and rubbed the bulge with the palm of his hand. It was no surprise to find that his cock was up stiff.
He'd gotten her answer only that morning. Rose was coming down for a visit with her family. From the letters she wrote him once in a while he knew she hadn't changed much-not physically, for she always did keep her body in good condition, and not sexually either. She'd never come right out and told him, but she'd intimated plenty that the entire family mixed it up in the bedroom whenever they wanted. It would be good seeing her again, fucking her, feeling her warm body against his, her hands on his cock, her mouth sucking him off....
He groaned and rubbed the stiffening flesh harder. He thought, And there's seventeen-year-old brown-haired Nina. He'd gotten pictures of her in a bathing suit from Rose. Just like her mother in many ways, only younger. Nice ass and legs. Tits coming along all right, too. Yes sir, I'm going to like ramming my cock up little Nina's sweet young snatch.
And speaking of sweet young snatches, he thought-and turned his attention to the twins, Robin and Polly.
He liked a girl to have some kind of tits, but there was a lot to be said for the real young stuff. He'd really begun enjoying his own daughter Carol when she was eleven. No tits to speak of, but her slim legs were nicely curved, and her hairless snatch was a pleasure to kiss and rub his cock against until he could get it into her. When she was very young, he used to have her stand with her back toward him, bending over a table, her legs spread, and he'd go up behind her and slip his cock between her legs. When she clamped her legs tightly over his shaft, he'd move it in and out until he came.
Of course, the most fun came when he was able to fuck her regularly. No doubt the twins had already reached that stage. It would be very pleasant having both of them work on him at the same time, and his thoughts turned to the various positions he might use. A spasm of desire shook his groin, and he swore and rubbed his bulging crotch. Instead of relieving the sensation, his action served to inflame his passions all the more.
Thank goodness for little Carol. Since her mother died years ago, she'd been his only sexual outlet-except for an occasional trip to a Mexican whorehouse, of course. But then why pay for it when you've got a piece of delectable ass right at home for free? He'd taught her everything she knew-cock-sucking, ass-reaming, fucking in all the positions. She was great at it, too, at all of them. Of course he'd have to share her with the Robinson males, but that was only fair. After all, he thought with a chuckle, he was trading one of his for four of theirs!
"Shit!" he muttered aloud. "I can't stand it any longer."
The house was quiet, which meant Carol and Chris were probably in their beds sleeping. Well, he'd just wake up Carol and have at her. The least she could do was satisfy her old man when he was hot for her-which was most of the time. Fortunately, the young girl didn't seem to have any qualms about fucking with him. Well, why should she? Young girls enjoy being fucked just as much as guys enjoy fucking them.
Ben drained the remnants of his bottled beer, rose, and went into the house. The house was dark, but he didn't bother turning on a light. He made his way across the living room and into the corridor that led to the bedrooms. He was surprised and pleased to see that a light shone from his daughter's room through the ajar door. He tiptoed past his son's darkened bedroom so as not to awaken the boy and then paused to peer into the lighted bedroom.
The first thing he saw was her slim naked body, with her long blonde hair cascading down about her bare shoulders. She stood with her back toward him, bent over the bed, and automatically his eyes caressed her nakedness, roaming over her rounded ass and down along her curved legs, then raising once more to a spot just under the crack in her ass where her moist snatch was visible, covered with golden pubic hairs.
A male voice roused him from his trance: "That's it, Carol, it's beautiful."
Ben suddenly realized he was so filled with his own passion and overwhelmed by the sight of his daughter's naked body, he didn't realize his son Chris was in the room. Ben had no idea how he could have overlooked the boy, who was stretched out on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging over the edge. Carol was bending over him, her mouth on his cock, sucking him off!
Shit! Ben thought, annoyed. Even so, he found the sight very stimulating. He couldn't see much of Chris, but then he didn't have to in order to know what was going on. He himself had been sucked off by Carol often enough to know the touch of her lips on his cock was something special. Besides, the sight he could see was rewarding enough. As she'd proved often during her childhood and adolescence, Carol was a very limber girl. Now she stood with her feet planted wide apart, bent at the waist so her hands and mouth could work at her brother's stiff cock. Another girl would've taken an easier position, but Ben was glad his daughter hadn't. From his vantage point he could see right up between her spread legs at the quivering, damp snatch that seemed to beckon invitingly at him.
Damn it, Ben thought, annoyed, I wish he would come so I could fuck her.
At that moment Chris was close to coming, but he wanted to hold off and make his pleasure last. He really loved his slim blonde sister and he loved having her suck his dick. But then he loved everything about her-the hole between her legs, her rounded cheeks, the tiny jugs that were her breasts, the way she straddled him when they were humping. He caught his breath, twisted his head back, closed his eyes, and ran his fingers along his sandy crewcut as passion coursed through him. He fought the urge to cry out, for he didn't want his father to come and see them. He always felt self-conscious when the older man was watching.
He slitted open his eyes and watched her head move up and down in his lap, her lips tight about his dick. She had her palms spread on either side of him, flat on the bed for balance, but in addition to her expert tongue and mouth she swirled her long blonde hair over his stomach and genitals, tickling him, making his coming all that sooner.
"Oh, Carol," he moaned, "I love your mouth on my dick."
If she'd been able to, his sister would have smiled. She liked sucking pricks almost as much as screwing. She especially liked doing it to her brother Chris who was so much gender than her father. Even so, she didn't mind her father's roughness when he shoved his prick in her mouth or up her pussy-or even in her ass, which he did sometimes. Often she enjoyed it all the more when he took her with such fast and furious determination. It was his way of showing her how badly he wanted and needed her body.
Now she concentrated on giving enjoyment to her brother. Her mouth enclosed over his stiff, throbbing prick, the lips tight about the pulsing shaft as she raised and lowered her head over it. She had a little trick of gently letting her teeth graze the knob at the end, hook under the rim for an instant so that she pulled the prick even more when she got to the upstroke. Chris liked it. So did her father. And their excitement transferred itself to her and made her very stimulated.
She wished she had a hand free so she could reach between her legs and fondle her pussy, but the position she'd chosen was too precarious. Still, she could feel the hot wetness gather between her legs at that spot and her entire body began to throb with the sexual excitement filling her.
In the doorway behind her, Ben Hardy couldn't stand it any longer. He unzipped his fly, took out his stiff cock, and proceeded to jerk it back and forth in his hand. His eyes were glazed as he gazed at the bouncing ass of his sixteen-year-old daughter just a few feet in front of him with her legs spread wide and her sweet juicy snatch in plain sight. All he had to do was walk up behind her and shove his cock in there all the way to the hilt.
As he thought that, his cock gave a sudden lurch of anticipation. Why the hell not? he rationalized. Chris and I have gone at her at the same time before.
He unbuckled his belt, hooked his fingers into his underwear, lowered it and his trousers simultaneously, and stepped out of them. Unhampered, his cock stuck out in front of him as though leading the way. But Ben knew the way for he'd been there many times before. He eased up behind the girl and pressed his cock against her ass.
"Oh!" she said, surprised, and glanced around at him. Her glance went from his face down along his body, and he moved back so she could see how excited he was. It was stiff and red, and she noted that the veins in his prick stood out.
"Hey, don't stop now, Sis," Chris said.
"Keep with it, honey," Ben told her, moving closer to her once more. "I'll give it to you from behind while you're sucking off your brother."
Ben didn't know if his son resented the intrusion, but at the moment he didn't really care; he was much too excited to worry about anything but getting his rocks off. As Carol bent to Chris's crotch and took his stiff cock in her mouth once more, Ben eased his own cock up behind the girl, taking hold of her hips to steady her while he rubbed the tip and shaft of his cock along the crack of her soft, warm flesh for a moment.
"Oh, you feel mighty good, honey," he told her. "You've got a sweet ass on you, sweetie."
One of his hands moved around under the white glove, squeezing and pinching, and then he placed the palm of his hand against her open crotch. He smiled as she squealed a muffled squeal. Her snatch was warm and wet against his hand. For a moment he rubbed the area there before inserting his middle finger into the opening and rubbing it back and forth between the lips, touching her clit with each stroke. The feel of her snatch and the slurping sounds his ringer made as it slid slickly in and out of her made him hurry.
He backed off slightly and spread the cheeks of her ass for a moment. There were two openings there for him to choose between-her snatch and her asshole. He'd visited both places and found them to his liking, with one just as tight and fuckable as the other. On impulse, he spread his fingers against her asshole, pressed the tip of his cock against it-and shoved.
Carol gasped and lifted her head from her brother's crotch for a moment. Surprise and pain filled her pretty face, and it was all she could do to maintain her balance on the bed. Chris helped, though that wasn't his prime intention. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her down onto him again.
"Don't stop. Not now," he begged. Frantically, he shoved his stiff penis into her open mouth. He could almost hear her sigh as she began chomping his flesh once more.
Carol didn't mind being screwed in the ass, but she preferred having her father's prick up her pussy, where it belonged. She enjoyed the way he was doing it, but he was always so rough that sometimes it pained her to sit down the next day. She pressed the palms of her hands forcefully against the bed to steady herself. Chris' continued grip on her shoulders helped, too. There was also her father's hand on her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh there, rolling his fingers around the distended nipples. His other hand had creeped around her hip and down in front of her crotch, where his fingers had crawled joyously through her blonde pubic hair and inserted themselves between the damp folds of her pussy lips to tease and titillate her passion-swollen clit.
Ben enjoyed group sex. It seemed more exciting to him now to be ass-reaming his daughter while she was going down on her brother's cock than if just the two of them were alone. He thrust rhythmically in and out of her asshole while the tightness of her puckered flesh held him with a series of contractions that almost made him shoot off then and there.
No, he thought, not yet. He eased off, thrusting with slower more deliberate strokes. He squeezed the flesh of her slim breasts and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it got good and hard. His other hand continued pressing against her crotch, while the middle finger diddled her clit back and forth. She likes that all right, he thought, delighted. Lucky for her she'd got an old man that knows how to fuck. He smiled to himself.
Calmer now, he thought of the parade of new faces, snatches, tits, and asses that would romp through his bed when the Robinson family came for a visit. That would really be something. From what Rose had told him, he'd figured her doctor husband was a little bit stuffy. The girls in the family were in for a big treat when their Uncle Ben put his educated cock into them from any and all angles. He laughed at the pleasant thought and increased the rhythm once again, pulling his cock out almost to the tip, feeling the vacuum suck wetly to hold his male flesh, then ramming it home so hard Carol almost lost her balance once more.
From his vantage point, Chris watched his father's sweating, straining face over his sister's back with mixed emotions. He'd wanted to be alone with Carol, but even so he had to admit it was quite sexy to have her sucking his dick while another guy was humping her in the asshole. Several times he'd almost come just thinking about it. He wanted to hold back, to make it last longer-but he was already past the point of no return. He reached down and grabbed her long blonde hair with both hands and held her face down low in his crotch while he pumped his throbbing dick faster and faster into her mouth. Her tongue swirled along the tip of his dick and around the side, inflaming it all the more, and she kept her lips pressed tightly around the shaft as he jerked it in and out.
The young boy groaned and lifted his buttocks from the bed so he could shove his stiff dick as far into his sister's receptive throat as it would go. In this position he let loose with a series of spasms that shook the bed under him.
Carol felt the surge of her brother's prick in her mouth and she braced herself for the spasm. It came, filling her mouth with hot, sticky liquid which she swallowed as fast as it erupted. When it was over, she removed her aching jaws from her brother's crotch and turned her attention to her father behind her, whose hands were now busy mauling her small breasts while his prick rammed in and out of her asshole.
Chris enjoyed coming in his sister's warm, sensitive mouth. He lay back, exhausted, and looked up at her straining face and hoped she would have an orgasm as good as the one she'd received from him. Except his father was humping her in the asshole, and when he did that sometimes the girl didn't come unless the hole between her legs was fingered or sucked.
A sudden thought made the young man smile. He twisted about on the bed so his head was toward the rear of the bed and inched his way backward flat on his back until his body was between the girl's outspread arms and his face was looking directly up into her outspread crotch. It was an inspiring view. Her hole was there in plain sight, surrounded by damp blonde pubic hair. Above it and in front he could see her heaving stomach and above that her slight breasts jiggling back and forth as her father pawed them.
Carol sensed her brother's intentions and was grateful for them. She lifted her hands from the bed and transferred them to Chris's knees, which she held tightly to keep her balance. She nearly lost it again when the young man's hand raised between her legs to finger her pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled as his finger roamed all over her pussylips and then separated the folds to slide easily up to her clit. Now she was really getting excited.
Behind her, Ben Hardy could sense his daughter's increasing excitement. In intensity, it matched his own. He squeezed her breasts and nipples with both hands and increased the rhythm of his thrusting cock into her tight asshole. For a thin girl, she had a nice body on her, somewhat like her mother's had been. Nice hips. Good legs. A sweet ass. And a pair of tits that just filled two hands.
No sir, he thought, the Robinsons aren't going to get shortchanged on this deal-not when it comes to quality.
She wiggled her ass against him again and he almost came. He pulled his cock back slowly, exulting in the sensation of her grasping flesh reluctantly releasing him along the entire length of his stiff, throbbing cock. He withdrew it until only the knob was inside, then he paused. He felt her tense expectantly and he didn't disappoint her. He rammed his cock into her asshole forcefully. She gasped and had to grip her brother's knees even more tightly to balance herself.
Ben gripped the girl's tits all the harder, making her wince while he plunged his cock in and out of her asshole with renewed determination. He felt himself coming and made no effort to hold back. He thrust faster, grunting, puffing while his cock made wet slapping sounds when he drove it into her. He tightened his hands on her tits even more and hunched over her straining naked body, until the frequency of his thrusts became almost frantic. At the instant of orgasm he grunted, rammed his cock full into her asshole and kept it there while it grew even more swollen and spurted spasmodic bursts deep inside her.
He sighed, released her breasts, and withdrew his wet, glistening penis. He slapped her playfully on the ass and said, 'That was great, sweetie." He yawned and added, "I'm bushed. I'm gonna hit the sack."
He turned and walked out of her bedroom, zipping up his fly as he went. In his own bedroom, he undressed and then slipped naked under the covers. He was wet with sweat, and the Mexican nights were cool. He didn't want to catch cold. After all, he had to be in good shape when his sister and her family arrived. There'd be more fucking going on than he'd had in years. He smiled sleepily as the thoughts crossed his mind. He drifted into slumber and dreamed of his sister Rose coming toward him nakedly, of niece Nina sucking and playing with his cock, of the twins Polly and Robin rubbing their young bodies all over him....
Back in Carol's bedroom, Chris said, "You didn't come, did you?"
She shook her blonde head. Her father had come and gone; she'd satisfied him and Chris, but neither of them had done more than work her up to a point where she ached to have release.
Chris grinned. "Just lie down on the bed here, and Big Brother will take care of you."
As she lay beside him, he eased himself into a position so his head was between her legs. His finger moved up into the hole there, and he slid it into the opening. She thrust her body downward against his finger as it squished into the hot wetness, rubbing the clit back and forth.
"Mmmmm, that feels good, Big Brother," she said. "Kiss me there, please."
"With pleasure," he agreed. He bent his head and planted a kiss on her crotch.
She shuddered and squealed and put her legs over his shoulders. "Lick it, Chris. Lick my pussy. Stick your tongue inside. Make me feel good."
That was just what Chris had in mind. As she lifted her hips and pressed her crotch against his face, he spread her soft outer lips, stuck out his tongue and dragged it up along the slit to the clit, where she squealed and shuddered, proving he'd struck the target.
She wasn't the only one enjoying it either. Chris liked the taste of his sister's genitals. He found it exciting, a fact proved by his own dick starting to rise hard and stiff once more. The pressure of his stiffening dick against the bed excited him all the more, and he began sliding his body back and forth to further arouse it. He had the growing urge to rise up on the bed and fling himself between her legs, shove his dick up her hole, and have another orgasm for himself. But he resisted the temptation. Not now. Get her built up first until she came.
To his surprise, she lifted his head from her crotch. She said, "Climb on top of me, Chris. I want your prick deep inside my pussy when I come."
He smiled and crawled up over her, kissing her navel and her breasts along the way. She spread her legs wide and reached down to take his stiff prick in her hands. She rubbed it, cooing and licking her lips, then moved the tip of it to her pussy. He raised himself over her for a moment and eased forward, letting his dick sink into her hole all the way to his balls.
She sighed long and loudly as he entered her. "Screw me, Chris!" she husked passionately in his ear. "Come on, shove your wonderful prick up your sister's pussy!"
She raked his back with her fingernails, clamped her slim legs tightly about his back, and began rocking under his thrusting male body. She loved the weight of him on top of her. She loved the way his hands roamed over her breasts and her ass. She loved the feel of his prick sliding in and out of her pussy, brushing her distended clit with each stroke. She panted and gasped, bumping her hot loins against him, feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Chris pumped his dick in and out of her hole with steady, rhythmic strokes, in and out, in and out, in and out. Her female hole gripped him tightly, much as a hand would, making him shudder with delight as he worked his hard male flesh in and out of her hot female body. He ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair. He cupped and massaged her breasts, palming the nipples into greater hardness. He kissed her passionately on the lips, giving her his tongue, receiving hers in return.
Carol felt herself coming. She felt it start from someplace deep inside her, like a tidal wave building up out on the ocean, gathering speed and getting larger and more formidable as it approached shore. Each time her brother's stiff prick buried itself in her pussy, she got closer to coming. Finally it happened. She moaned with ecstasy and her mind whirled. The blood pounded hotly through her body. Her pussy seemed on fire with passion. Orgasm exploded inside her with such intensity her vaginal muscles expanded and contracted spasmodically, alternately gripping and releasing the throbbing prick trapped within her body.
Chris held his breath, then let it out in a long sigh. He took hold of her hips and clutched her body close to his as his penis grew more swollen inside her, lurched, and then spurted bursts of sticky hot seminal fluid deep within her. When it was over, they lay connected for a while.
Ben Hardy's sleepy voice droned from the other bedroom: "Hey, will you kids stop fucking around in there and get some sleep?"
Chris smiled and kissed his sister passionately on the mouth. Carol returned his kiss with much enthusiasm.
"I love you, Chris," she told him.
"I love you, too, Carol," he said with equal sincerity.
"I wonder what it'll be like," she said thoughtfully, "to have a stranger kiss me, feel my breasts and pussy, and screw me."
"Uncle John and his family? They're not strangers exactly. They're part of our family, too, you know. You'll get used to it. I'm sure Uncle John and cousin Alec are wonderful guys."
Playfully, she eased herself away from him and toyed with his limp, sticky prick. "And what about you? You'll have four girls to screw. You'll forget about me."
"Not a chance." He kissed her pouting lips. "You'll always be my favorite. Now let's get some sleep like Father says."
They embraced nakedly for a moment more, touching each other's genitals with their hands. Then Chris rose and went into his own bedroon, leaving his sister with her private thoughts.
She thought of unfamiliar hands on her body-and found it strangely exciting. For years, the only men she'd known intimately were her father and her brother. Now there would be two more relatives and she wondered what they'd be like. She'd seen pictures of them, of course, in the letters that Aunt Rose wrote to her father, but they'd all been clothed. Carol would've liked to have seen Uncle John's prick, and Alec's. She smiled. "Well, plenty of time for that." There was no doubt she'd see a lot of both during their visit.
In his own bed, Chris idly fondled his dick and thought of the four Robinson girls who would soon be visiting them. The only girl he'd ever known sexually was his sister Carol. She was wonderful, but often he'd wondered about others-about the differences in the female bodies, the differences in their sexual techniques. He'd often thought of how nice it would be to have cousin Nina for a change, and Aunt Rose with her large breasts (from what he could tell from her photos anyway), and the twins Robin and Polly.
Of course it hadn't been possible until now, but he'd often dreamed of having several girls in bed with him at the same time. He knew his father had often done this in towns on the mainland, but Chris knew that would embarrass him. With relatives it was different. They were people you knew and loved, and they would all do it for him out of love for him, not for any selfish reason.
He resolved to do his best to satisfy them sexually, too. Content with his thought, he fell asleep and dreamed of that happy tomorrow when a variety of hot female bodies would be eagerly swarming over him.
CHAPTER THREE
On the early flight to Guaymas, Mexico, the entire Robinson family was quite excited about their new adventure. They enjoyed vacationing together, especially when there were new faces and new bodies and new sexual experiences to be had upon their arrival.
Fifteen-year-old Alec kept thinking of the pictures he'd seen of his cousin, Carol Hardy. She'd posed in shorts that were very brief and he was able to tell how nice her slim figure was. Both Nina and his mother tended to a fullness of figure and, of course, the twins had hardly any boobies at all. But Carol had a couple of sweet handfuls, and he knew he was going to enjoy feeling them, kissing them, sucking them. It would be a nice change to have her body pressing on top of him while she fondled and sucked his pecker and then let him shove it deep into her snatch. He wondered if she were a blonde all the way. He hoped so. He'd never seen a real blonde, of course, not naked anyway, except in pictures, and the sight of the snatch showing through the light fuzz of pubic hair had always seemed very sexy to him.
The warm sun shone through the window into his lap, making it pleasantly warm, and when he dropped his hand he discovered his pecker was hard. Well, he thought as his balls began to ache, at least I can go into the John and jerk off.
He rose and threaded his way down the aisle, keeping his hand draped casually in front of him. He wouldn't want Nina to see his hard on and tease him about it. There weren't many people on board the aircraft, but Alec couldn't see his sister anywhere. Well, maybe she was hunched down in a front seat out of sight, probably-he thought with a grin-playing with herself. In the back of the plane, he tried one of the doors to the toilet and found it locked.
"It's taken," a familiar female voice said muffled through the door.
Alec turned to go, then suddenly recognized the voice. Smiling, he put his lips up close to the door and said, "What're you doing in there, got your finger up your snatch?"
He heard a sharp intake of breath. Then Nina's voice teased him with: "Why don't you come in and find out?"
The bolt slipped back from the inside. Alec hesitated. He glanced down the aisle of the plane and saw no one was turned around and watching him. Quickly, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him and slid the bolt into place.
It was quite crowded in the narrow toilet area. When he turned to face his sister seated on the bowl, his crotch was almost rubbing her face. She'd removed her panties completely and placed them on a nearby shelf. Her legs were spread and she was working her finger in and out of the opening between her legs.
"Just as I thought," he smirked.
"And I'm not the only one with ideas," she grinned back at him knowingly. "What's that?" She placed the palm of one hand over the growing bulge in the front of his trousers and squeezed.
He groaned. "Mmmmm, that feels great. Come on, take it out and pull my pecker for me."
"Don't be childish," she scoffed, taking her hand away. "That's for kids-and sissies. Of course, with that long hair of yours...."
"Don't start that!" he warned menacingly. He quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled his stiff pecker free. Extended as it was in the close quarters, the throbbing tip nearly touched her lips. "How about sucking it for me then?" he said. "That's a grown-up game."
Nina was about to make a smart remark, but the sight of a stiff, pulsating cock right under her nose unnerved her. She'd gotten sexually excited thinking about her Uncle Ben and her cousin Chris and of the wonderful summer vacation they were going to have down in Mexico, and she'd just had to go to the bathroom and finger her cunt. She'd already had one orgasm and she was ready for another. She wet her lips and the tip of her tongue touched the tip of her brother's cock. When he moaned again and pressed the knob of it against her lips, she couldn't resist. She opened her mouth wide and let him slide the full length inside.
She loved to tease her brother, but it wasn't merely out of malice. She knew he would get so angry with her he'd want to prove himself-which is what she wanted. Her father was very gentle with her, which was nice, but sometimes she liked to be forced to do things, to be taken roughly. She satisfied this urge partly with her brother when he was angry. She had the feeling, if those stories her mother had told her were true, she was going to get a lot of rough treatment from Uncle Ben.
Now, brother Alec was shoving his stiff cock in and out of her mouth like there was no tomorrow.
She held her lips tightly about it in both directions, exulting in the taste of the hot male flesh, the smell of it filling her nostrils. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down around his knees without making him miss a stroke. This way she could feel his balls with her hands, which is something she always liked to do with a man.
Oh boy, Alec thought, this is better than jerking off any day! He knew that a lot of the guys-most of them, in fact-in school had jerking off as their only outlet. Even if they had sisters, they weren't screwing them. It seemed strange to Alec that this should be so, even though his father had long ago warned him that the incest activities of the Robinson family were not generally accepted by the outside world.
One day he would be screwing his own wife and putting his pecker in her mouth. Meanwhile, despite her teasing him, Alec really enjoyed his sister. He glanced down affectionately at her bobbing brown-haired head and at her pretty, contorted face as she sucked furiously at his pecker. He watched the stiff pecker itself slide past her lips and disappear to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth. Then he pulled it out slowly, letting the vacuum pull at him until the glistening wet pecker was out to the ridge-and then shoved it forcefully in again.
He shuddered from head to toe as a spasm of intense pleasure shook him. He closed his eyes, held his breath, and eased off to keep from coming just then. He muttered, "I wish I could screw you here."
She took her mouth from him and licked the pulsing flesh with her hot tongue. "Me, too," she said sincerely.
"But there's not enough room."
She thought a moment, then smiled. "There is if I sit on your lap," she offered.
"Let's try it," Alec suggested eagerly.
Nina rose and the two shifted around each other in the close quarters, their genitals rubbing as they twisted around.
"Ooooh, careful," Alec moaned, "or you'll get a belly button full of come."
She giggled. "Hold off. I want it up my cunt, not my navel."
He held off and sat on the toilet seat which was still warm from her beautiful butt. She twisted around and shoved her ass in his face. He couldn't resist; he squeezed the twin white globes and kissed them. When she bent over and steadied herself on the washbasin, he spread her cheeks and stuck his tongue around the puckered opening of her asshole, twirling it back and forth while she wiggled her excitement. Then his head shot lower to her snatch and the damp hair matted around it. She squealed her delight as his tongue touched the lips of her hot pussy and wetly laved the tender flesh.
"Come on, brother," she muttered hoarsely, "let's fuck." She eased herself down onto his lap, spreading her pussylips with one hand while she reached down between her legs and grasped Alec's cock in her other to hold it upright. She rubbed the knob of flesh against her wet opening and it slid into her with no difficulty. Then she settled her full weight on him.
"Oh, oh, oh," Alec groaned. "You're the greatest, Nina." He reached under her armpits and took her boobies in his hands and rubbed and massaged them until the nipples stood up hard against his palms. He felt her tense her legs under her body so she could raise and lower herself while his pecker was still up her tight little snatch.
Once or twice someone rattled the door to the toilet, apparently not noticing the OCCUPIED sign was lit, but they ignored the sound. They were occupied, all right, and nothing short of a plane crash was going to stop them from what they were doing.
Her snatch was hot and wet, and Alec winced with pleasure each time her muscles contracted to squeeze his pecker. He'd heard that sometimes snatches got bigger and looser and didn't hold as tight, especially after the girl had been screwed a lot-but Nina wasn't even close to that yet, not even with all the screwing she'd gotten from him and from his father. It was tight all the way, and all the way was where he was going with his excited pecker.
He lifted his hips, raising his ass from the toilet seat in rhythm with her own motions up and down over him. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, building up steam gradually. His hands fondled her breasts and rolled the distended nipples between his fingers. He wanted it to last. It was sure as hell better than sitting in the airplane seat, reading a magazine or watching the landscape down below. From time to time he had to really control himself when Nina wiggled her buttocks against his crotch and saucily thrust downward to meet his upward movements into her juicy snatch.
Each time she raised herself up to the ridge where the knobby end of his pecker began, there was a wet sucking sound that came from her snatch, followed by another when she settled down on his lap, letting his pecker bury itself to the balls in her snatch.
She moaned involuntarily, but she didn't mind letting her brother know how much she enjoyed his cock up her cunt. She corkscrewed her hips as she sank down upon his cock, knowing that movement would give both of them additional pleasure. Several times she heard him catch his breath and herself felt his cock start to throb relentlessly inside her body.
"Not yet, Alec," she whispered over her shoulder to him, "not yet. Hold off." In the mirror directly opposite them, she could see his passion-contorted face reflecting over her shoulder as he gritted his teeth and slitted his eyes while he plunged his stiff, throbbing cock deep into her hot cunt. Her clit stood on end, vibrating stiffly with each pass of his cock against it.
Her snatch seemed to be on fire. She could barely breathe, she was so excited. The blood pumped hotly through her body. She felt orgasm welling deep inside her, and suddenly she began trembling furiously. For a moment she tried to hold back, but it was too late. She abandoned herself completely to the intense joy sweeping through her body. She moaned as the first shudders shook her. She increased her thrusts up and down over his cock, then shrieked as the sensation struck her with full force.
Alec tried desperately to hold back, but the firm young flesh gripping him made him very excited, as it always did. Then, as he felt his sister shaking with orgasm, he increased the fury of his pecker pumping into her snatch. His pecker swelled inside her, he held his breath, shoved his flesh up as far as it would go-and let loose with a barrage of spurting semen that wrung him dry and left him limp with exhaustion.
Back in the cabin, Rose Hardy Robinson looked around. "I haven't seen Alec or Nina for a while," she said. "I wonder where they could be."
Her husband glanced up from the book he was reading and surveyed the cabin. He chuckled. "I'll bet they're in the John-"
"All this time? I hope they're not sick."
"-in the John together," Dr. John Robinson went on, undaunted, "having sexual intercourse."
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it. In fact, if I know Nina, she probably sucked his penis for a while first. That girl really loves to perform fellatio."
"You ought to know. You're the one who taught her," his wife said. "She's really an expert at sucking pricks now."
"Like mother, like daughter," he said, gently squeezing his wife's hand.
She blushed and retaliated by touching the bulge in his lap and massaging. "I had a lot of inspiration here, John. I still do."
"I suppose," he said, "you're looking forward to seeing your brother again?"
She nodded. "Ben was always a little crude. A diamond in the rough, but basically very worthwhile. He's very excited about our visit."
"Probably got himself a hard on just thinking about going to bed with you. Well, I can hardly blame him." He kissed her lightly, affectionately, on the cheek. "You're positive he believes in incest as much as we do?"
She nodded. "Absolutely. He and his son Chris have been fucking Carol for years. They both truly love the girl, but I'm sure both of them will welcome having a few more women from the family around."
John grew thoughtful. "Young Carol is quite sexy-looking. She'll be fun for Alec."
She gave his prick a playful squeeze through his trousers. "Just for Alec?"
He grinned. "I'm looking forward to it, too. I want to see if blondes have more fun."
"Maybe you can write a fuck paper on it for one of your psychiatric quarterlies," she teased.
"Listen, baby," he said, feigning anger, "you get disrespectful of the psychiatry profession one more time, and I'll-"
"You'll take me into one of the toilets," she suggested hopefully, "and shove your prick up my ass!"
He began chuckling, and she looked up and saw why. A stewardess was looking at them with a stunned look. She'd obviously overheard Rose's remark, and there was no doubt she saw her hand playing with her husband's genitals. The stewardess blushed furiously and hurried on down the aisle.
The twins, Robin and Polly, sitting on the opposite side of the airplane, did their best to muffle their giggles at the incident.
"Reminds me of the time," Robin said, "when you and I were caught masturbating in school."
"I remember that," Polly said. "We were having a race to see which of us came first."
"And I won," Robin said.
"The heck you did."
"Well, actually, we both came so close together it was practically a tie."
"It was fun, though," Polly said.
"All kinds of sex are fun," Robin said, adding thoughtfully, "I wonder what Uncle Ben is like."
"Mother says he's very nice. A little rough, but nice." Polly giggled. "Of course, what she remembers about him are their times in the sack together, and the size of his peter and how he liked to put it up her pussy."
"Well, who wouldn't remember things like that? I'm sure I won't forget it when he fucks me," Robin said. She shivered. "I get all goose pimply when I think of it."
"Me, too. I hope he likes us."
"He'll like us, all right. Mother says he likes to fuck thirteen-year-old girls. We really turn him on.
"You mean," Polly said incredulously, "he screws girls outside the family? Why, that's promiscuous," Robin laughed. "I'll bet when we get there we'll keep him busy."
"Yeah," Polly breathed.
Polly thought of Uncle Ben's stiff peter pressing against her pussy, of his hands squeezing her fledgling breasts, of his mouth sucking and kissing her lips, her nipples, her damp young pussy. She got very excited, and surreptitiously eased her finger up along her thighs and under the rim of her panties. She inched her finger through the sparse pubic hair and into the opening between her legs. She was unable to stifle the sigh that escaped from her lips.
"It makes you pretty excited just thinking about it," Robin said. She hesitated. "I wish we could sixty-nine."
Eagerly, Polly nodded. "But there's no chance of that, darn it." Hope flared in her eyes. "Unless-"
Robin nodded. "We could take turns. First, I could kneel between your legs. You could throw a blanket over me, just in case the stewardess comes by."
"Let's do it," Polly said quickly. She was so excited by her thoughts of Uncle Ben and by her own finger stimulating her clit, she could hardly speak. She took the neatly folded blanket from its overhead rack, returned to her seat by the window and placed the blanket over her legs. She saw Robin glance around to make sure the coast was clear. It was. Nina and Alec weren't in sight. Mother and Father were talking and laughing someplace in back of them. The few other passengers were scattered about the front seats of the airplane, most of them dozing or reading.
Robin scampered between her twin sister's legs, kneeling on the floor between them, and allowed Polly to drape the blanket over her head. It was not completely dark under the blanket, thanks to the bright light coming in through the airplane window and bouncing through cracks at the edge of the blanket. She could see her sister's spread legs, with the dress pulled up around her thighs, and in between the legs to the thin covering that was pulled up against her crotch so tightly, the slit of her young pussy was visible etched against the wispy material, with a few wayward strands of pubic hair sprouting around the edges of the panties.
Robin licked her lips and then with her fingers eased the cloth away from Polly's crotch enough so she could see the girl's naked pussy. It was a replica of her own, with the delicate folds of flesh pink and glistening with a slight haze of dew. She admired the sight for a few seconds, until Polly impatiently forced her head down closer. Then Robin stuck her face in the girl's damp crotch and began.
"Hold still," Robin admonished as Polly groaned and wiggled at the first touch of her sister's tongue on her pussy.
Robin stuck out her tongue and licked the slit up and down, back and forth, the way she knew Polly liked it-the way she herself liked it. Her sister's squirms told her it was effective, and the growing heat of her own body told her how much she herself was getting excited. She reached down between her own legs, snaked a finger under the panty rim, and proceeded to work it wetly in and out of her pussy, rubbing the upstanding clit one way and then another. At the same time she continued sucking and tonguing Polly's hot pussy.
It was fun, of course-all kinds of sex were fun-but both girls much preferred the touch of their father's hands, tongue, and peter on their young pussies. Or even their brother Alec's. The notion of pairs of strange male hands on their bodies when they arrived at Uncle Ben's place brought both of them excitement just thinking of it.
"Oooooh," Polly exclaimed, lifting her pussy off the seat and pressing it against her sister's face, "oooooh, that feels good, Robin. Keep licking. Don't stop."
Robin wasn't about to stop. Her tongue fairly flew over the pubescent crotch under her mouth. She stuck her tongue through the wet tangled mat of pubic hair and wiggled it all around the lips of warm flesh until she had to hold onto her sister's wiggling thighs to keep her still.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Polly said suddenly, catching her breath. She lifted her bottom off the seat and pressed her pussy tightly against Robin's face and shuddered her orgasm away. Then she collapsed in the seat and breathed heavily.
Robin came up for air and picked a piece of hair from her teeth. "Now you do me," she said.
"Okay," Polly agreed.
The stewardess' voice interrupted them. "Fasten your seat belts, please," she said, coming down the aisle. "Please observe the NO SMOKING signs."
Annoyed, Robin whispered, "My pussy is so hot it's smoking. What'll we do?"
Polly shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'll do you later."
There seemed no other way, so the thirteen-year-old Robin tried to still the ache in her loins as she buckled her seat belt. Nina and Alec came down the aisle to their seats. Alec was blushing furiously, but Nina merely had a contented look on her face.
As the airplane came in for a landing at Guaymas airport, Robin managed to insert her finger surreptitiously up her pussy and masturbate. When I get on the ground, she told herself, I'm gonna fuck everything in sight!
CHAPTER FOUR
At the airport, Ben Hardy was pleasantly surprised. His sister Rose was still as good-looking and well-stacked as always. Maybe a little more mature-looking, but her body was filled out very nicely. Real nice ass and tits, just as he'd remem-bred them. His hands itched to feel her up.
But first he shook hands with his brother-in-law, Dr. John Robinson, and welcomed him to Mexico. Then he hugged Rose and kissed her soundly on the lips, holding the kiss and running his tongue over her lips for old time's sake. When she didn't resist, he moved his cock up against her and was rewarded with a movement of her own loins against him. The embrace lasted but a few seconds, but he also managed to drop his hands down past the small of her back and grip her rounded ass with both palms.
"You've never met the children," Rose said. "Nina, come meet your Uncle Ben."
Shit! Ben thought, his eyes eagerly x-raying the teenager, I've got me half a hard on now. This little piece of snatch'll make me come in my pants.
Cautiously, Nina moved forward, holding out her hand. Ben bypassed it and took the young girl in his arms and kissed her with as much enthusiasm as he had his sister.
Oh baby, Ben thought, as Nina's thighs and breasts rubbed against him, I'm really gonna enjoy fucking you!
The twins hugged and kissed him next, and Ben chuckled to himself. One of them-Robin or was it Polly? he couldn't tell them apart-was staring at the bulge in his pants like she'd like to eat him up. I've got quite a mouthful, little girl, he thought pleasantly, picturing how her cheeks would bulge out if he stuffed his stiff cock in her young mouth.
"Where are your children, Ben?" John asked him. "Didn't Chris and Carol come with you?"
Ben thought he detected a greater emphasis on the name Carol. Not that he blamed John. Carol was a sweet hunk of female meat to bite into-a little thin, perhaps, but then the choicest meat was next to the bone. Besides, the other man was getting Carol in return for four of his girls. He hoped Carol gave her Uncle John a real good time, like he'd lectured her to do.
"They're waiting on the island," Ben said. "They wanted to come to the airport, but if they did, there wouldn't be enough room in the station wagon for your luggage. As it is, somebody will have to sit on somebody else's lap."
"I'll sit on Alec's lap," Robin volunteered.
Alec started to protest, but he saw the hungry look on his younger sister's face. "That's fine with me," he said, not wishing to start an argument about it.
They gathered up their baggage and took it out to the parking area, where a battered old station wagon waited for them. They piled the luggage in back of the wagon and then climbed in, Rose between Ben and John in front, the children in the back seat, with Robin sitting in brother Alec's lap.
I wish I was sitting on Uncle Ben's lap, Robin thought wistfully. He looks like he's got himself a stiff already.
It was hot and dusty as the car bounced along the road. As they talked about old times and what events had intervened since they last saw each other, Ben was fully aware of his sister Rose's warm thigh pressing tightly against him, and he kept glancing over at her, trying to picture those tits unfettered by a bra. His fingers itched to touch them. His mouth watered as he thought of kissing and sucking them as he had in the old days.
Well, there'll be plenty of time for all that, he decided. He glanced in his rear-view mirror and saw the twin Robin jiggling restlessly on her brother's lap. If she did that to his lap, there'd be a revolution in his pants. He smiled and wondered if something was going on back there.
Something was indeed going on, and Alec knew what it was. Despite his recent sex with Nina in the airplane toilet, Robin's warm, rounded bottom rubbing against his crotch was starting to make his pecker get stiff again. He thought he recognized that look she'd given him-a hot, hungry, sexy look. When she reached down between his legs and grabbed his pecker, he was sure of it.
He tried not to appear startled by her sudden move, for he had the feeling Nina was watching them out of the corner of her eye. Still, the tough of the young girl's hand was doing things to him, as it always did.
Robin put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Put your finger up my pussy."
He shook his head. "Not here," he whispered back.
She pulled his pecker through the cloth. "Please."
Every time the station wagon bounced, it brought her firm butt against his stiffening pecker, and Alec knew he was getting back in the mood very quickly.
He glanced around. The three adults were busy talking up front. Next to him in the back seat, Polly was dozing in the warm car. Next to her, near the window, Nina was gazing out at the bleak landscape.
"Okay," he whispered in Robin's ear, "but make it fast."
He inched his hand under her skirt and along her warm thighs, between them and into the crotch of her panties. She trembled as his fingers touched the cloth, but she made no outcry. He rubbed the center area for a moment, then slid his finger under the rim and into the soft, squishy area between her legs. He moved his finger up and down the tender lips of her young snatch and rubbed the tip of her clit with each stroke.
She spread her legs and leaned back against him. He didn't realize what she was doing until she'd unzipped his fly and was dragging his pecker out between her legs and under cover of her skirt. By that time it was too late. Any protesting he did might be noticed by the others-especially by Nina who would chide him and do her best to make him embarrassed by the act.
Besides, the touch of Robin's hand on his naked pecker felt very good. He had his finger under her skirt, sliding in and out of her juicy snatch, while she had her hand under her skirt, pulling his pecker back and forth. They'd jerked off before, but never in the back seat of a car with other people around.
To Robin, Alec's finger up her pussy felt much better than her sister's or her own. Of course, part of the thrill was in having her own hand on her brother's stiff peter, which was jerking and throbbing around in her grasp. She wished she could take off her panties and let him ease it up inside her hot pussy, but of course that wasn't possible.
What she could do, however, was rub it all over the insides of her sweating thighs and up against the crotch of her panties, which she did. She could sense Alec gritting his teeth even as his peter swelled up in passion against her flesh. His excitement made her all the more excited, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud as she felt the beginnings of orgasm fill her youthful body.
Alec tried to hold back from coming, but it was clearly a losing battle. He clenched his teeth as his pecker was being rubbed back and forth between his sister's hot thighs, as she pressed it firmly over the crotch of her panties, where even through the thin material he could feel her warm wet snatch responding to him.
He knew he was lost when Robin began shuddering all over, as she clamped her bare legs tightly around his stiff, throbbing pecker and held it there imprisoned. Automatically, he raised himself slightly. His pecker surged through her tight legs-and spurted white hot semen over her lap and the inside of her dress. But Robin didn't mind, because she was already in the midst of her own orgasm, relieving the pressures that had been built up on the airplane.
"Not too bouncy for you kids back there, is it?" Dr. John Robinson asked, turning in his seat to glance at them.
"No, no, it's fine," Alec stammered. He was aware of Nina's amused eyes watching him, and he knew that she fully comprehended what had happened. Well, so what. I screwed her in the John, didn't I? he thought defensively. Fortunately, Polly was still sound asleep beside them. He waited until his father turned back to the road ahead before stuffing his pecker in his pants and zipping up.
In the front seat, Ben Hardy had a rough time keeping his mind on the road. Sister Rose had casually dropped her hand on his thigh, resting it there, and her touch on his already excited flesh was about driving him up the walls. He wished she'd move her hand directly onto his crotch and massage his cock. He'd like that. But chances are, she wouldn't. Not in front of her husband and the kids. Though he was sure John wouldn't really mind. Despite his distinguished appearance, his brother-in-law was a regular guy who liked fucking as well as anybody. Rose's letters had made that pretty clear. He also not only didn't mind the others getting their jollies with whatever turned them on, he encouraged them to do so. Something about the dangers of repressed desires, Rose had written.
Well, with Sis around to suck his cock for him and then ram it up her sweet snatch, Ben Hardy wasn't going to have any repressed desires. There was also Nina in the back seat, not to mention the twins. There were times when the real young stuff-like around thirteen-made him horny as hell.
They drove to the shoreline where a weather-beaten motorboat was tied up to a dock that extended into the water.
"I'll leave the car parked here," Ben explained. "We don't need a car on the island. We either walk or use bikes."
"Sounds very healthy," John said.
"I like my exercise," Ben said, giving Rose a big wink and slapping her on the ass. "Especially certain kinds."
Polly, getting out of the car, whispered to Robin, "What's he mean by that?"
"It means, dummy," Robin explained, "that Uncle Ben wants to fuck Mommy."
"I think," Nina said under her breath, "that Uncle Ben wants to fuck all of us. Except you, of course, Alec. Sorry to disappoint you."
She laughed as Alec glared at her. Uncle Ben was a big man, and from the looks of the bulge still in his pants he was big where it counted. All of the men in her family were very gentle and considerate with her-except sometimes Alec when she riled him up on purpose so he'd fuck her forcefully. She was sure that with Uncle Ben, she wouldn't have to get him angry with her. It was his nature to act the caveman with women. It would be fun for a change having a cock rammed up her cunt like the guy was trying to rape her.
They loaded the luggage in the cabin of the boat. Ben started the motor, took the wheel, and headed them out into the gulf, heading toward the island visible ahead.
"You used to like motor boating when we were youngsters," Ben said to Rose. "How'd you like to take the wheel?"
"I've forgotten how," she said with a laugh, "but I'll try."
As long as you haven't forgotten how to fuck, Ben thought good-naturedly. He moved aside so she could go in front of him and take the wheel.
John, Alec, and Nina were up front watching the island grow larger. The twins were in back gazing at the disappearing shore. Ben saw his chance. He moved up behind Rose and pressed his hard cock against her ass, at the same time reaching under her arms to grab her breasts.
She sighed and wiggled her ass back against him. "Mmmm, that feels good, Ben," she said.
He grinned, squeezed her tits harder, and nibbled at her ear. "It's been a long time, baby."
"Too long," she agreed.
"We'll make up for it," he promised. "How about tonight? We'll fuck and suck and everything else-for old time's sake."
"I'd like that," she told him.
He felt like lifting her dress and shoving his cock right into her snatch then and there, but he resisted the impulse. Besides, he looked up front to see Dr. John Robinson gazing over his shoulder at them. There was no mistaking the fact that Ben had both his hands on Rose's breasts, but John merely smiled and turned his attention back to the island ahead.
Ben chuckled. Well, at last the ice had been broken. The cards were on the table. A lot of guys would get sore if you were out to fuck their wife, but after all this was a different case entirely. Rose was his own sister, so who had a better right to fuck her than her own brother? Ben Hardy's balls ached in anticipation.
He throttled down the motor on the boat as the island loomed before them. On the shore were two figures, seventeen-year-old Chris and his sister, sixteen-year-old Carol, both of them in bathing suits. The two figures walked onto the dock to wait the arrival of the launch.
As they drew closer, Alec squinted his eyes to take in the slim girl's figure in the brief bikini. He thought how nice it would be to screw a girl with long blonde hair, to feel that hair moving all over his naked body. Her slim figure appealed to him, too, as a change of pace. Her boobies looked like just two handfuls, but that was plenty enough. As his gaze moved on down over her hips, across her suntanned belly, lingered at the spot where her snatch lay concealed by the wispy cloth, he felt a pang of desire hit him. He'd already had two orgasms that day and that, combined with the heat of the midday sun, made him pooped. However, with someone like Carol around, his batteries would soon be charged up again-of that he had no doubt.
His father, Dr. John Robinson, was thinking similar thoughts, though not in as primitive terms. His sexual experience outside the immediate family was quite limited, and he was really looking forward to having sex with the young blonde teenager. Of course, being his niece, she was still in his family, which placated him somewhat. Yet she was also somewhat of a stranger, since he hadn't seen her since she was a very small girl.
It would be interesting noting his own reactions with a new girl, and to observe her behavior when she was with him. He grinned to himself. Hell, he thought, who am I kidding? I'm dying to have fun touching those young, unfamiliar breasts, to feel her vaginal lips under my tongue, to have my stiff penis deep inside her lovely body.
The Robinson women were not ignoring the tanned youthful body of Chris Hardy. Nina's gaze raked the muscles in his chest and arms and shoulders, but her eyes lingered on the short-haired blond youth's crotch, where his cock was outlined in bold relief against his tight jockey bathing suit. She started feeling warm and wet between her legs as her cunt quivered in anticipation of the wonderful things she and Chris would be doing together.
"He's cute," Robin whispered to Polly. "I hope he likes us."
"Of course he'll like us," Polly said. "We're part of his family." She grew thoughtful. "Besides, I'll bet he's never had two girls screwing him at the same time."
"We don't always have to do things together, you know," Robin said with a pout. "Besides, the word is fucking, not screwing."
"Daddy says either one is okay," Polly said defensively, "as long as we don't use the words in public. I wonder why people get so uptight when we say things like that?"
Robin shrugged. "I guess they must have sexual hangups, like Daddy says. They don't express their love like we do and they get neurotic."
Rose was sorry that her brother's hands left her to take the wheel and guide the boat into the dock. She enjoyed his touch after all these years, and the feel of his hands and the motion of his stiff prick against her ass really kindled many pleasant memories.
Now she looked at her nephew standing on the dock, smiling and waving to them. She caught her breath as her eyes wandered over his youthful body. He was a handsome boy, with clear blue eyes, and his blond hair in a crewcut-that itself was unusual these days. She loved her husband very much, but she was looking forward to fucking both Ben and Chris-possibly even at the same time. She'd always enjoyed those sessions where John and Alec had been in bed with her simultaneously. Sometimes she'd be sucking off Alec, while John rammed his prick up her cunt from behind. Sometimes-Oh, the combinations were many, and she liked them all.
When the boat docked, Chris hooked its rope to one of the poles mooring the dock. Then everybody kissed and hugged each other with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Carol shook her long blonde hair and quietly appraised the two new males who were going to be an essential part of her life for a while. Her Uncle John looked very distinguished with his gray hair; she was sure he would be gentle in his screwing of her, not like her father, and that would be a welcome change. Her cousin Alec had let his hair grow long, and she thought he looked rather handsome with it that way. She also thought that he was looking at her body in a way that suggested he'd like to take her bikini off her right then and there, suck her breasts, feel her ass, and shove his prick up her pussy. That made her feel good.
Chris himself was overwhelmed by the sudden influx of available females. He'd hardly believed it was going to happen-now here they were, in the flesh. His Aunt Rose really did have big breasts, and his cousin Nina was getting there too. The thought of those jugs moving nakedly over his bare chest brought shudders of anticipation to him, and he felt his dick move restlessly in his tight bathing suit. As for the twins, they seemed filled with youthful exuberance, and he was sure that Uncle John had taught them a lot of sexual things that maybe even the Hardys didn't know about.
They picked up the luggage and laughing, talking excitedly, they made their way up to the big house to get acquainted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shit! Ben Hardy thought, my balls are aching just thinking about her.
"Her" referred, of course, to his sister Rose, whom he hadn't seen for many years. If it were up to him, he'd take her right into the bedroom, strip off her clothes and ram his cock up her snatch. But he knew they'd expect a few other pleasantries first, like having a drink and tour of the island and then dinner.
If I don't get into Rose's ass pretty soon, he complained to the fates, I'll go right out of my fucking mind!
But he forced himself to smile and engage in small conversation out on the patio, while Carol scampered into the kitchen for drinks.
"Nice little place you've got here," Dr. John Robinson said.
"It's cozy," Ben agreed, "and cheap. We've got four bedrooms here and plenty of beds and cots. I guess some of us may have to double up, though."
Rose smiled. "I'm sure we'll all manage just fine, Ben."
He jumped as she put a reassuring hand on his leg. "Yeah," he said, wetting his suddenly dry lips, "I guess we will, all right."
He tried to keep his gaze from her full breasts and her crossed legs, and failed. Oh, baby sister, he thought, I can't wait to see you naked again.
Rose caught his lustful glances and felt a warm glow fill her body. She wondered what it would be like to have Ben's stiff prick up her cunt after all these years. The thought made her all the more anxious to find out.
"It's still early," Ben said, "and we've got a couple of hours before dinner. How would you folks like to see the island?"
"That would be very nice," John Robinson said.
Ben said, "I-uh-I've got some things to do, so I hope you won't mind if I let Chris and Carol show you around. They know the place better than I do."
Rose caught Ben's meaningful glance at her. To her husband, she said, "I'm tired from the trip. Why don't the rest of you go along? I'll see it tomorrow."
John smiled. "All right. Lie down and get a good rest, dear. We'll see you later."
To his son Chris, Ben winked and said, "Give them the grand tour, son. Be gone a couple of hours." He chuckled. "If you know what I mean."
Chris nodded. He knew what his father meant, all right. He wanted to be alone with Aunt Rose, so he could hump her. It was all he'd talked about since the Robinsons had accepted his invitation to visit. Not that Chris blamed the man. Aunt Rose was a fully blossomed woman with a nice pair of jugs, who probably knew a lot of neat tricks with the hole between her legs.
There wasn't much to see on the island, but Ben had faith that his son Chris could delay them long enough for him to do sweet things with and to Rose. Chris could take them on a slow walk completely around the island, stopping to show off some of the flowers and animals, the tiny caves worn out of the rock from the water lapping at it.
Rose was standing up watching the families move out of sight beyond a clump of trees. The others were barely out of sight before Ben moved in behind her and roughly fondled her full ass with both hands.
"Sister, I've missed you," he said. He transferred his hands to her tits, squeezing them, while he pressed his stiff cock up against her ass. He kissed her neck and cheeks wetly, and was pleased that she sighed and wiggled her ass against him.
Rose felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her. She liked the feel of her brother's hands on her ass and breasts. They were crude and rough, unlike her husband John's, but it was a pleasant change. Ben was the kind of guy who enjoyed sex without any hangups, and she knew instinctively that he was going to give her a fucking unlike any she'd had in a long time. His stiff prick against her nudging ass gave ample testimony to that.
"Let's go inside," Ben said hoarsely.
Rose nodded. Hand in hand they crossed the patio, went inside and through the rambling hacienda to a big bedroom. Ben grabbed her, pulled her close to him, and mashed his mouth greedily on her lips. His hands roamed over her body, feeling her breasts through the thin dress, sliding down the small of her back and over the rounded soft flesh of her ass, rubbing, gripping her with both hands to pull her closer to his own hot cock.
"Baby sister," Ben Hardy muttered, "you are going to get yourself fucked."
She smiled and reached down between them to fondle his stiff prick through the cloth of his trousers. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. Her voice was calm, but she felt anything but. It had been a long time since she'd had a sexual animal like her brother Ben paw her, and she realized now how much she'd always liked his roughness. His overwhelming maleness had always made her feel more female. His light stubble of beard scratched her face, but she even liked that. Most of all, however, she liked the feel of his sweaty hands on her body and the feel of his prick pressing tightly against her crotch.
Ben sighed. "Your hand on my cock feels great, Rose." He worked her dress up above her-hips with both hands. Then he reached between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her silken panties with the palm of his hand. He felt her warm, wet snatch through the thin material, and the wiry pubic hair surrounding it.
Rose caught her breath as the contact of his hand came to her hot cunt. She eagerly unzipped his fly, reached into the opening and grabbed his stiff prick and eased it into sight. It was big and thick and hairy, just as she remembered it.
Ben groaned his pleasure as her knowing hand rubbed his cock up and down. He snaked a finger under the elastic rim of her panties and through the tangled mass of damp hair until he reached her snatch. He rubbed his middle finger over the pulsating lips and up against the clit before inserting it deep inside the sticky warm wetness that seemed to grip his finger welcomingly.
His fingers undid the buttons of her dress. His hands moved in quickly to grasp her naked breasts. As he'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. That was pleasant. She winced as his hands rough-housed her flesh.
"Sorry," he said.
"That's okay, I like it, Ben. It's like old times." He grinned happily and continued massaging her breasts until the nipples rose up stiffly against his palm. He bent his head and took one of the nipples in his mouth and chewed on it while his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and worked them down over her legs.
"Here, let me help you," she offered.
He released her and she stepped back and quickly removed her dress and her panties. She stood nude in front of him for a moment, turning this way and that like a model.
"You like?"
Wordless with passion, Ben could only nod dumbly. His eager gaze raked her full-fleshed body, lingering on her firm breasts, the still flat stomach, the wide hips that had cradled him so often in the past, the curved legs, and most of all her hair-covered snatch in full sight, waiting there for his pleasure.
With a hoarse cry, Ben Hardy unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers and shorts down around his legs. He stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his feet and kicked them aside. Through the front folds of his shirt, his cock stood out stiff and straight.
Rose Hardy Robinson moved forward, licking her lips expectantly. "You want me to suck your prick, Ben?"
"Yes," he said, "yes."
He stretched out on the bed and pulled his shirt up. She got on the bed beside him, kissing him passionately on the lips for a moment while her hand rubbed his prick and his balls. Then she slid down alongside his body, kissing his stomach, tonguing his hairy flesh until she got to her throbbing target.
Rose loved to suck pricks. Her husband said she was a natural-born cocksucker and she took that as a compliment. She truly enjoyed the feel of a throbbing mound of stiff male flesh filling her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. It made her excited to run her tongue all around a man's stiff sex organ and make him come in her mouth.
She smiled as she got a close-up view of her brother Ben's erect prick. It was just as beautiful as she'd remembered it-thick, ruddy-looking, with veins bulging all along its pulsating length. She cradled his balls in the palm of one hand and took his prick in the other and rubbed it against her cheek, back and forth.
Ben groaned his pleasure. His daughter Carol had a lot of youthful enthusiasm when it came to sucking cocks, but his sister's more mature approach was a pleasant change of pace designed to excite him with her deliberate methods.
Rose opened her lips and ran the length of his prick over them. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of it, twirling her tongue around in concentric circles. Funny, the way different pricks taste differently, she thought. Ben's had a different flavor than either her husband's or her sons. She smiled as she wondered if Dr. John Robinson should write a learned paper on that subject.
It pleased her to have Ben's body thrashing about on the bed. He gripped the bedclothes with clenched fists and rolled his head back and forth on the pillow and moaned while her tongue slid up and down the shaft of flesh. When she got to the balls, she planted a wet kiss directly on them-a maneuver that made Ben shudder from head to toe.
Ben felt his cock lurch against her soft, warm, wet lips, and he couldn't take any more of the teasing. He reached down, took her brown hair in his hands and held it over his crotch while he shoved his cock directly into her mouth.
Rose opened her mouth wide and let her brother's solid prick ram into her mouth, sliding past her lips and teeth, the top of it striking the roof of her mouth an instant before it slid back out to the tip, then was slammed back once more with authority. She closed her lips tightly about it, making him pull and push past her lips with an effort that increased his excitement.
She enjoyed her brother's roughness for a change. He hadn't himself changed much. His motions, his reactions, were much the same as when they were both teenagers fucking up a storm. It was good to be home again.
Oh, sweet sexy sister, Ben thought wildly, what I've been missing all these years.
As she sucked his cock, Ben reached down to fondle her tits. When he did that, she got up on her knees without missing a stroke and twisted her ass around so he could reach it. She hadn't forgotten how he liked to play with her asshole and her snatch while she was sucking him off, he thought with a fond smile of remembrance. With her knees apart, he had a perfect view under the crack in her ass of her snatch that was hot and damp, with the wiry black pubic hair matted with sweat. Without hesitating, he reached out to fondle her ass for a moment before sliding his hands down the curve and between her legs, where he inserted a finger into her moist snatch and worked it feverishly in and out.
"Mmmmmm," Rose murmured with approval. With her brother's prick filling her mouth, she could say little else.
It was obvious he got the message. To make it even clearer, she thrust her ass back against his thrusting finger so the tip of it would touch her clit on the instroke.
"Come on, Rose," he muttered hoarsely, after a moment, "let's fuck!"
His words excited her. Her husband and her son would never have phrased it that way. They were too much of gentlemen with her for that. But brother Ben was a direct, caveman type. Needless to say, she was willing. She took her mouth from his sticky prick and lay on the bed beside him. He wasted no time. He rolled over on top of her, spread her legs with his hands, and rammed his prick between her legs. It was a direct hit. The tip of his prick struck the wet folds of her cunt, slid past them, and sank all the way in.
She moaned, delirious with passion, and crushed him to her with her arms and legs. Like a stallion, he slammed between her thighs, and she almost screamed each time his loins hit her. She thought he was going to rip her apart with his roughness. But she loved every throbbing inch of his battering-ram prick and wouldn't have it any other way. "That's it, Ben," she shouted, "fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt with your big, gorgeous prick!"
Her words spurred him to increased frenzy. His hands mauled her breasts as he hammered his penis deep into her. Her fingers raked his back as she clamped her legs tightly around him and began a bumping, grinding motion with her hips and buttocks against his thrusting male body. She loved his brutal tactics with her. Ben was like an animal intent only upon the sexual pleasure he could give and receive-and Rose loved it. She loved his hairy body on top of her, sweating profusely. She loved the weight of him as he crushed the breath from her with each thrust of his prick deep into her cunt. She loved to have him fuck her with his no-nonsense approach.
Ben slobbered her face with kisses. He mauled her breasts with his big hands, squeezing and massaging the warm flesh. He was feeling sexual sensations he would never forget. His daughter Carol was okay, and so were the girls he sometimes visited on the mainland-but nothing compared to Rose. Okay, maybe a lot of it was sentimental, but he wasn't shoving his cock into her snatch out of nostalgia. She had a great body, with nice tits, and an ass made for pinching. Besides, she loved him with more love than any sister ordinarily had for a brother. Their sexual upbringing had taken care of that.
Several times he almost came. Generally he would have, but now he wanted to make it last a little longer. He slowed his rhythm a little, moving his cock in and out of her snatch at a deliberate pace. He ran his lean fingers through her brown hair and kissed her hotly on the lips, running his tongue over and into her mouth. He fervently squeezed her breasts and rolled the stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Rose sensed his efforts at self-control. It was so unlike him. She was sure he liked to go for broke, fast and steady, until he came. But now he was holding back, not so much for her sake, but because he wanted to stay inside her cunt for a while longer, as though he was afraid she wouldn't come to him again.
As for her, she never had any trouble achieving an orgasm and now was no exception. Her brother's stiff cock slid into her cunt, brushing her upstanding clitoris, then slid back out, brushing the clit once more, making it throb with excitement. It wasn't long before she felt herself being carried over the peak. She felt hot and sweaty all over, but especially so between her legs. The blood pounded hotly through her veins and she felt as though her body were aflame with passion.
"I-I'm coming," she breathed in his ear.
She shrieked then as it hit her. She clamped her legs tightly about his plunging back, held him close with her hands. Her mouth covered his lips and the tongue inserted itself into his mouth with thrusts to match that of his prick in her cunt. Her cunt walls gripped him with a fervor that could not be denied.
He grunted and knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Her snatch was gripping him so tightly he almost winced at the pleasure-pain shooting through his stiff, throbbing cock. Ben increased his strokes, holding Rose's waist with both hands while he plunged his cock in and out of her. He felt it coming from someplace way down deep inside of him, building up the pressure as it went along, rushing in a great wave toward his swollen cock. His body straightened out and he began trembling. He groaned, and his cock raised and spurted hot sticky semen all over the inside of his sister's snatch. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her and lay there for a moment, sweating, breathing heavily.
She kissed him warmly on the mouth and said, "That was wonderful, Ben. Just like old times."
"You're the greatest, little sister," he told her. "I always have a good time with you. You haven't changed a bit. If anything, you've gotten better."
Rose smiled and stretched lazily. This was going to be the best vacation any of them ever had.
CHAPTER SIX
As Chris and Carol Hardy gave the Robinson family a walking tour of the island, Polly whispered to her twin sister, "Mom didn't look tired. I wonder why she wanted to stay behind at the house."
"Don't be a ninny," thirteen-year-old Robin said. "She and Uncle Ben wanted to be alone together."
"Oh, to talk over old times, I suppose."
Robin grinned. 'To fuck over old times, you mean. I'll bet he's got his peter in her pussy right now."
"Gee, do you really think so?"
Robin nodded. "I wish we could sneak back and watch them."
There was little chance of that. They were well on their way. Chris kept up a running monolog about the features of the island, but it was obvious part of his mind was on other things-Nina Robinson's breasts, for two of them. He couldn't seem to take his eyes from the jiggling mounds as they walked along. Nina was well pleased with the attention, but it was obvious Carol Hardy wasn't.
She dropped back beside Dr. John Robinson. "Uncle John, could I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
She glanced around. "I meant alone."
"Of course. But you know the island better than I do. Tell me where."
She took his arm. "Over here," she said, leading the way to the shoreline where a tiny outcropping of rock jutted. "I know a special place."
"Hey, where are you two going?" Chris called.
"I'm going to show Uncle John a cave over here," Carol called back. "You go on ahead. We'll catch up."
"Oh, goody," the twins chorused. "A cave."
"Go along with the others," their father said. "You can see all the caves you want later. Your cousin and I want to be alone."
When the twins smirked, John realized what they were thinking. Not that having intercourse with Carol was a bad idea-he'd entertained the idea all along. Now, seeing her in the skimpy bikini, he was not surprised to renew the thoughts. It even occurred to him now that perhaps that was why Carol wanted to see him alone-to seduce him in the cave overlooking the water.
She led him down to the shore, where waves gently lapped at rocks. "Be careful," she warned, 'some of these rocks are slippery."
He nodded and followed her as she crouched and bent to keep her balance on the wet rocks. When she bent, her brief bathing suit stretched tight over her buttocks, outlining them and the crack running the length of the gently curved flesh. Watching her youthful body twist agilely in front of him, John began to look forward with increasing eagerness to the impending sexual encounter.
To their right rose the jutting mount of rock, in the front of which he could now see the entrance to a small cave. A few more steps brought them to it, and they went inside. It faced the Gulf and it was about the size of a small bedroom, a hollowed-out portion of the cliff worn away by erosion.
"Very cozy," John said, looking around.
She nodded. "Sometimes Chris and I come here to-" She paused and blushed.
"To have intercourse," John said. It was a statement, not a question.
"Or just to sit and talk," she said.
"Is that what you want to do now-sit and talk?"
"Of course," she said, giving him a puzzled look. "What-" Understanding dawned on her pretty face, and she blushed again. "You thought-"
It was his turn to nod. "I was hoping that was the reason, Carol. You're a very beautiful young girl."
It was a sincere compliment, but the girl frowned. "With a flat chest," she said bitterly.
John laughed. "I'd hardly call you flat-chested."
"Did you see the way my brother Chris was looking at your daughter's breasts? They come out to here. I know what was on his mind. He'll never like mine again because they're so small."
"Of course he will," her uncle assured her. "People are built differently. I've had men on my psychiatrist's couch worried about the size of their penis-until I convinced them it's not so much what you've got as what you do with what you've got. It's funny because some of these men have bigger ones than me."
A curve of smile appeared on Carol's face at that. "I'll bet you have a very nice one."
"And I'll bet you have very nice breasts," he said. "May I see them?"
She hesitated only slightly, not out of embarrassment at disrobing, but out of showing off her slight chest. Then she unsnapped the bikini halter, shrugged it off, and stood naked to the waist for his inspection.
Dr. John Robinson felt a familiar ache in his loins at the sight of this lovely slim girl standing before him clad only in the briefest of bikini bottoms, exposing her youthful charms.
"Lovely," he breathed. "You're lovely, Carol."
He moved in close to her and palmed her breasts. She sighed and shivered. Her nipples rose swiftly against his hands.
"There are many men," he said, "who think that more than two handfuls is wasted anyway. You have enough here to satisfy any man."
It was true, which made it all the easier to say. Carol didn't have the breasts of a Rose or a Nina Robinson, but she didn't need them. His wife and daughter were built differently, heavier, and he explained this to his sixteen-year-old blonde niece.
"You're not just telling this to me to make me feel good?" she asked him.
"Definitely not. Your body turns me on, Carol. Can you imagine what I'd like to do to you right now?"
She laughed. "I don't need much imagination," she said, as her eyes moved over the front of his pants.
He took her hand and placed it over the erection pushing out his trousers. "Now you need even less imagination," he said.
Her hand lingered on the bulge in his pants. She caught her breath and gently squeezed and massaged the bundle.
"Mmmmm, your hand feels nice," he said sincerely.
He bent his head, pressed his lips over her nipples, and sucked, moving from one to the other until they were up stiff. At the same time, he placed his hands over her rounded buttocks and palmed the flesh avidly.
She shuddered. "Oh, Uncle John, I wish we could screw right now. I'd love to feel your prick up my pussy," she admitted. "Then let's."
"But the others-"
"We told them to go on ahead. Don't worry, they won't come back. Besides, I'd rather have a tour of your lovely young body any day."
Carol smiled because she knew her uncle truly meant what he said. She could tell that her body and the closeness of her affected him because of the way his prick was throbbing under her hand and the eager way he'd palmed and was kissing her breasts and nipples. She shivered as tremors of pleasure shot through her. She'd been nervous at first talking to him because he was practically a stranger, despite the fact that he was her uncle. But he'd quickly dispelled her nervousness with his calmness, his sureness in the way he talked to her, the way he touched and kissed her.
"There's an old air mattress back here," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the rear of the cave, where the walls sloped. "My brother Chris and I lay there sometimes."
He followed her, feeling very excited being with this sixteen-year-old blonde whose body was, for the moment, unfamiliar to him. He stood over her as she lay on her back on the air mattress and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. His eyes riveted to the area of her crotch, where wispy strands of light, downy pubic hair gathered, pointing the way to her vaginal lips which seemed to pucker invitingly to him.
Carol felt a warm thrill pervade her as she saw the look on her uncle's face. It was obvious he wanted to screw her. She could tell not only by his face but by the prick forcing out the cloth in front of his trousers.
"You look good enough to eat," he told her.
She smiled at that. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
He grinned and quickly shucked off his clothing. Naked, he lay on the mattress with her, pulled her close and mashed his lips against hers, sticking his tongue into her mouth with short, rapid thrusting movements. His palm slid over her heaving belly and came to rest upon her warm crotch, which he rubbed for a moment. She moaned and thrust her own tongue into his mouth and lifted her hips to present her pubic area to him. With his free hand he rubbed her breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingers knowing the value of foreplay, he slid his middle finger up along her vaginal lips until he encountered her clitoris, which he massaged so expertly he soon had the young girl moaning almost deliriously.
"Don't be bashful, Carol," he murmured against her mouth. "Play with my penis. Go on."
Carol was dismayed she'd been so overcome with excitement at the unfamiliar but knowing hands on her body that she'd been neglecting her duties. Her hands quickly shot between them. With the palm of one hand she took his tightening balls and gently squeezed them. With her other hand she stroked his stiff prick pressing in against her. "You feel good enough to eat, too, Uncle John," she said.
He laughed. "It's a wonderful day for a picnic. Let's have lunch."
He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her throat. He slid down along her writhing body, kissing her shoulders, the slopes of her breasts, tonguing and mouthing the nipples with enthusiasm before moving down along her hot, undulating belly, where he twirled his tongue for a moment before twisting about on the mattress so he could continue his journey downward.
Uncle John's new position brought his prick and balls right under her nose, literally. She wondered with amusement if different men's pricks tasted differently, if maybe they came in different flavors like ice cream cones. Certainly she could tell her brother Chris' from her father's, even in total darkness. There was something not only of the texture and oiliness of the skin, but the odors as well.
She moved her head in close between his legs and smelled her Uncle John's genitals. The musky odor filled her nostrils and made her all the more excited. She felt an additional surge of excitement when he blew his hot breath on her pussy. It inspired her to reach out, resting her cheek on his thigh, and touch and fondle his prick and balls with her hands and rub it against her cheek. His moan of pleasure told her how much he liked that.
He lifted his head from her for a moment and said, "Rub the end of my penis on your nipples."
His request surprised her. She'd never done anything like that before, but she was eager to give it a try. She twisted her body slightly to get into position, then she took his prick firmly in her fingers and guided it so the very tip of it grazed her erect nipples. Her breasts ached deliciously as contact came. She teased first one nipple and then another, leaving a sticky residue on the very tip of each. For so simple an act, it seemed an incredibly sexy thing to do, and she found herself getting built up very swiftly.
She nearly screamed her delight as her uncle's lips came into direct contact with her pussy, as he alternately blew and sucked the opening, as his educated tongue worked its expert way across her throbbing clit and deep inside her with slow, deliberate, and intensely exciting rhythms.
She moaned, "Oh, Uncle John, don't stop. Suck my pussy for me. I love it."
Eagerly she bent her own head to his crotch and, holding his stiff throbbing penis in one hand, stuck out her tongue and swirled the tip of it all around the head of his prick, collecting tiny dew droplets of seminal moisture which had gathered there. She'd had lots of practice sucking the pricks of her father and her brother, and she wanted this new wonderful male relative of hers to know how much she appreciated him.
From his reactions, it was obvious she was succeeding. As she teased him with her tongue, his body thrashed beside her, and his own mouth and tongue laved her hot pussy furiously, moving beyond her vaginal lips and over the clitoris and all over the insides of her crotch.
Carol tried to keep calm, but it was clearly not possible. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the entire shaft of his throbbing, swollen prick, clamping her lips tightly about it as she worked her head up and down over it.
She lacks finesse, John thought, but she certainly makes up for it in enthusiasm!
He held the girl's squirming sweating legs as he centered his head over her crotch and kissed the area between her legs, extending his tongue to lick the perimeter of her genitals and all over the insides of her thighs. Her steaming passion was evident from the musky odor of her vagina in heat as she squirmed passionately under him. He planted wet, deliberate kisses directly on her vulva, pressed his lips tightly to the opening of her vagina and alternately blew and sucked until she was moaning and nearly out of her mind with sensual delirium. He expertly inserted his tongue between the folds of her vaginal lips and drew it upward until the tip of it touched her quivering clitoris, which he laved with whirling strokes so that it grew more and more swollen with passion.
Carol was the first new woman he'd had in many years, and her young love-filled body was affecting John strongly. He felt his penis rise throbbing into her hot, eager mouth while her head bobbed up and down over his lap. His penis was up as hard and stiff as ever as he plunged it with swift, sure strokes into her eager mouth, withdrew it almost completely, until he could feel her teeth at the ridge surrounding the tip, then forced it past her tight lips once more. The hot-damp, musky smell of her vagina filled his nostrils, exciting him all the more.
The feel of her Uncle John's mouth on her pussy and the taste of his throbbing prick full in her mouth made Carol thrill to the contact. She enjoyed sixty-nining, but she also longed to feel this new, wonderful column of male flesh between her legs, imbedded deep in her pussy. She took his prick from her mouth and pressed it fervently against her cheek. She gasped, "Uncle John, screw me. I want you on top of me. Please."
Dr. John Robinson didn't answer-not with words, anyway. He pressed his palm against her hot crotch, with the middle finger working rhythmically over her clitoris, even as he twisted around on the air mattress to get into position. She spread her legs wide in welcome, and he went between them, lowering himself so his penis tip would touch the area where his finger was.
Eagerly, his niece reached between them, seized his stiff, throbbing prick and rubbed the end of it against her wet pussy. Entry was simple by this time. She eased it in, moaned, and clamped her legs tightly about his back as he let his passion-swollen prick glide into her all the way. She clutched his back and began rocking back and forth and murmuring softly, "Oh, that's it, screw me, screw me, screw me."
John smiled. Once the young blonde got turned on, she kept being turned on. Of course, he had to admit that, despite his attempt at outward calm, he was as sexually stimulated as he ever was. The sixteen-year-old's vagina was quite tight, and it gripped him firmly as he thrust his erect penis in and out between her legs. At the same time, he managed to twist his head from one side to the other, kissing her slim breasts, sucking the nipples, one after the other, licking the stiff brownish flesh which she tried to thrust into his mouth.
Carol had been close to orgasm for some time. Now she didn't try to hold back. She abandoned herself completely to the hot juices coursing through her twisting female body. Each time her uncle's prick pushed the hood of her clit one way or the other it brought her a degree closer to the peak of her passion. "I-I'm coming!" she gasped, clutching him with her arms and her legs and her entire body.
John realized this without her telling him. All the signs pointed to it-the beating of her heart, the ways she breathed with difficulty, the sheen of perspiration that made her body glisten. He was very close himself. He could feel it welling deep within him, building up, getting ready to burst through his throbbing sex organ into her lovely female body. Suddenly, she released him, moaned long and low. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kicked the air behind him with her legs until she was through.
He followed closely, gripping her buttocks with both hands, fingers digging into her slim flesh, while his mouth sucked greedily at her nipples. He plunged fast and rhythmically into her, not stopping even when he had expended his last spurting burst of seminal fluid against her vagina walls. Then he slowed his pace and transferred his lips to her mouth, where he worked his tongue gently past her lips while he murmured, "You've not only got a lovely body, Carol, but you know how to use it. I've never had a better time."
She smiled and returned his tongue-kiss. "You're pretty wonderful yourself, Uncle John," she told him sincerely. "I'm going to like having you stay here with us for a while."
"The feeling is mutual," he told her, meaning it.
After a while, he withdrew from her. They got to their feet and dressed. "The others will be wondering what happened to us," she said.
"I don't think they'll wonder. They'll know. And my son Alec will be envious that his old man got to you first."
Alec, Carol Hardy thought. Despite his long hair, he didn't look like a sissy. If he was half as good as his father, he'd be all right. Then, of course, there was always Uncle John to turn back to.
As they made their way out of the cave, the sixteen-year-old slim blonde smiled warmly. It looked like it was going to be a long, hot, sexy summer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nina Robinson grinned at Chris Hardy and glanced back up the beach where her father and Carol had disappeared. "Your sister's a fast worker," she said. "We're here less than an hour and already she's lured my daddy into a cave with her."
Chris blushed. "Your father's a charming man of the world. Maybe he had something to do with it, too."
"Maybe," Nina admitted. "Daddy does have a lot of know-how." She glanced teasingly at her own brother. "I notice Carol had the good sense to pick the older, more mature Robinson."
Alec nervously brushed his long brown hair over his forehead and controlled his temper. "It may not be what you think at all. Dad's a doctor. Maybe Carol wanted some medical advice."
Nina laughed. "You know as well as I do what they're doing in there."
"I'll bet they're fucking," thirteen-year-old Polly put in.
"Yeah," her twin sister Robin said, "Daddy's probably got his peter up her pussy this very minute."
"And don't you wish it was you, Mr. Long-hair," Nina teased her brother. "Maybe she didn't pick you because she thought you were a girl."
Alec bristled angrily. "Now, listen-"
Chris interrupted with a laugh. "Hey, you two, let's not start out the first day squabbling. I'm sure, thin though my sister is, she's not going to get all worn out with your father."
Alec grunted. "All the screwing in the world won't wear out Nina. She's got boobies big enough to milk."
Nina stuck her tongue out playfully at him and thrust her chest out proudly.
"I can think of better things to do with them," Chris Hardy said, staring, "than milk them."
Nina linked her arm in her cousin's. "Why don't we leave these uncouth people," she suggested, "and discuss the matter? "
"Yeah, sure, go on," Alec said. "Don't worry. Robin and Polly and I will be just fine."
"They're just your speed, darling," Nina told him, and stuck out her tongue again.
She gripped Chris Hardy's arm all the tighter and steered him away. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone."
"You're pretty hard on your brother," he said.
She giggled. "I'm just teasing and he realizes it. Sometimes I do it just so he'll attack me-sexually, I mean. That's when he's hard on me. Speaking of hard-" She glanced down at his crotch, where his cock was outlined against the tightened cloth of his tiny bathing suit.
He blushed. "You're a pretty fast worker yourself, Nina."
She nodded, admitting it readily. "Why waste time when we could be fucking instead of talking? To tell you the truth, Chris, from the first I saw you today, I've wanted to see you naked. I've wanted to touch your bare cock and feel it against my body. Don't tell me you haven't felt it for me. I saw the way you were looking at my breasts, my ass, and my legs."
He grinned. "I guess it was pretty obvious. I haven't met many girls, and my sister Carol is the only one I've ever humped. She's great, but-"
"I know. Variety," Nina said. "Well, you'll have plenty of that with the Robinson family here. But I want to fuck you first-and as soon as possible. Is there someplace we can go?"
With his head he indicated the area that lay ahead of them. "There's a secluded area of beach I know about. Carol and I have lots of meeting places. We don't mind Dad watching, but sometimes we just want to be alone. So we go to the cave where she took your father, and down on the sand where we're heading. It's very nice. You'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Nina said, and it wasn't the beach scenery she was talking about, but her cousin's young cock which she'd soon be stroking and sucking and easing up her cunt.
Chris could hardly believe it. He'd stared at Nina's picture many times, fantasying he was with her, feeling up her breasts, the cheeks of her rounded ass, inserting his dick up the hole between her legs. There were times he'd had an orgasm just thinking about her and playing with himself. At times, he dreamt about her and wet the sheets. Occasionally, he even tried to imagine he was with her when he was really humping his sister Carol-which wasn't too easy, because his sister was built much slimmer than his cousin. Now he didn't have to use his imagination. Nina was there with him, talking about how much she wanted him to put his dick up her hole. The idea made him hurry.
They climbed up a slight rise of sparsely tufted grass imbedded in the tan sand. On the other side was a drop of a few feet to a small area right beside the shore. Chris dropped down, then raised his hands to help Nina. "This little patch of sand is underwater at night," he said. "But right now, it's just big enough-and no one can see us."
He gripped Nina's waist and she eased herself over the edge of the embankment, managing to let her luscious young body slide all the way down along her cousin's male form. For a moment she stood there, pressing up close to him, with her arms snaked around his neck. Then she kissed him warmly, passionately on the mouth, inserting her tongue past his lips and teeth to lick the insides of his mouth. He returned the kiss and let his hands glide around her ass where he could press the palms of his hands against the rounded flesh and pull her into contact with him so closely that she could feel his dock starting to rise and move against her body.
"Your hands feel good on me, cousin Chris," she told him huskily. She reached between them and massaged his cock through the thin bathing suit.
He groaned and said, "Likewise."
She kissed him again, and inched her fingers under the elastic rim of his trunks. Her palm worked down along his belly and gripped his cock nakedly with her hand. As it filled her palm, impulsively she tugged at it.
"Hey," he said, "don't break it off."
"I won't break it off," she said mischievously, "but I might suck it off."
"I dare you," he said.
She smiled and licked her lips. It was a dare she wasn't about to refuse. She sank to her knees on the sand in front of him, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his swim trunks, and eased the bathing suit down over his hips. Once it got free of his hips and the cock was standing up in front, the suit slid right down to the ground and Nina found herself facing his stiff cock inches from her eager mouth.
The sight of a cock she'd never seen before brought a gasp of delight from Nina's lips. She played with it with her fingers and rubbed her hands all over his balls. It was similar to her father's and her brother's, of course, but she noted little differences. The texture of the skin, for one thing, and the coloring for another. She rolled his stiff cock between her hands, feeling it throb and give a little lurch of excitement against her palms.
"Oh, that feels good, Nina," Chris moaned. "Please kiss it for me."
Needless to say, she was willing. After all, she was a kissing cousin, wasn't she? Also a sucking cousin. And a fucking cousin, for that matter.
She continued to fondle his stiff cock, running her hands all up and down the pulsing shaft of flesh as though it were a new toy, all the while bending her head closer to it, breathing her hot breath over the tip of it, wetting her lips sensuously with her tiny pink tongue.
Chris stared down at the kneeling girl, hardly breathing, watching her wet her lips as she drew closer to his dick. He'd dreamed of Nina doing this to him, and now his dreams had become reality. He was more excited than he'd been in a long time. He held his breath as her lips came so close to the tip of his dick he could feel the warm breath of his skin. Her lips pursed and he tensed as they met his throbbing flesh in a soft, warm, moist kiss that made him gasp and reach down for her brown hair to steady himself. An instant later, her tongue extended to lick the top of his dick and circle the rim with quick, tantalizing movements.
His sister Carol was very good at sucking dicks, but he'd never been so thrilled as when his cousin Nina was doing it to him. Perhaps it was merely the strangeness of a new mouth teasing him. Whatever it was, he knew he was in for a wonderful time. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. His heart pounded a rapid beat in his chest as he seized Nina's upswept hair in both hands and unerringly guided his dick into her mouth.
Nina was pleased her cousin was so anxious. She opened her mouth wide and took the rounded tip of his cock between her lips. Her lips closed tightly about it. She began pulling and sucking at it furiously.
"Mmmm, that's it, Nina," he murmured encouragement. "Oh, that feels good. Suck it, suck it good."
He shuddered as tremors of pleasure shook his body. Holding her head with both hands he held it tight and forced his stiff, throbbing dick past her lips until it was plunging deep into her hot, wet mouth.
Nina took the full thrusts of his lurching cock hungrily, keeping her lips tight about the shaft as it worked in and out of her mouth, twirling her tongue about the tip of it and the sides with a fast and furious pace. The musky smell of his cock and balls filled her nostrils and the taste of his pubic hair flavored her tongue. She gripped his balls and squeezed gently with one hand. The other hand held the lower part of his cock determinedly, to keep it from extending beyond her mouth. Each time the knob of his cock slide out of her teeth, her tongue massaged the end of it, then she sucked at it until he thrust it once more into the welcoming cavity.
Her body was hot and sweaty and she felt a warm wet sensation grow between her legs, centering at her cunt. She enjoyed being a cocksucker and her talents were appreciated by her father and her brother. From the way Chris was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth in an erratic fashion, she knew delightedly that she could add her cousin to the list. She just wished she could feel his hands on her breasts and thighs, his male body sliding over her nakedness, probing her juicy cunt with his throbbing cock.
At the thought, a deep ache filled her. She took his cock from her mouth and rubbed it against her lips. She murmured, "Chris, let's fuck."
Out of breath, he nodded and helped her to her feet, then he kissed her passionately on the lips.
"You want to undress me?" she asked him.
"Yes," he muttered hoarsely.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, easing them from their holes. He massaged the outside of her bra for a moment before reaching into her blouse and behind her to unsnap the bra. He took off both blouse and bra in one quick movement-and gulped appreciatively as her full breasts bob-bled into view.
Naked to the waist now, she smiled and said, "You like my breasts, Chris?"
He nodded. "I love them. They're beautiful."
"Touch them," she instructed. "Kiss them."
The unfamiliar sight of large breasts had held the boy transfixed with wonder. Her words stirred him to action. He covered them with both hands and massaged, feeling the nipples stand up stiffly against his palms. Then he bent his head and took one of them between his lips and sucked greedily on it while fingering the other. An instant later he reversed positions.
"You have lovely breasts," he murmured into her flesh. "Lovely."
Nina smiled, pleased. She knew that her figure was much fuller all around than Carol's, but this seemed especially true with her breasts, which though large for her age were firm and stood out even when she wasn't wearing a bra. It was obvious that she excited her cousin very much. While he kissed, sucked, and licked her nipples, she reached between them and fondled his cock and balls with both hands.
"My skirt," she told him. "Take off my skirt."
He'd been so enamored of her breasts, Chris realized suddenly, he'd temporarily forgotten there were other parts of her yet unexplored which were just as interesting, if not more so. He unzipped her skirt, hooked his fingers in the waistband and also in her skimpy panties, which he anxiously drew down over her hips and thighs. When her clothing fell in a puddle at the girl's feet, she stepped out of them. Chris took a step back to drink in her nudity, and his pulse pounded crazily as his excitement mounted.
Voluptuous, he decided, was the word for cousin Nina. His sister Carol with her slim figure was sensuous. He could hardly control his emotions as his gaze raked her full breasts, her wide hips, her curved legs. "Lie on the sand," he said.
She started to lie down, but the sand was hot. "Ooooh," she squealed and rose, brushing grains of sand from her ass.
"I forgot about that," Chris apologized. "Here, this'll take care of that." He took her skirt and blouse and spread them out on the sand.
Nina thought, II I get some sand in my cunt, it'll be painful. She said, "I've got a better idea. You lie down. I want to be on top."
By that time, Chris was so worked up he didn't care how they did it as long as they did it. He quickly spread out Nina's skirt on the sand and lay on his back.
Eagerly, Nina moved into position over him, standing for a moment so he could look up between her legs at her cunt, delighting in the look of expectation that came to his face as he gazed at her. She then went to her knees, straddling him, took hold of his stiff cock with one hand and opened the damp lips of her cunt with the other. Slowly, she lowered her body, letting his cock sink full into her.
Chris gasped with renewed pleasure as his dick disappeared into the warm, moist, hair-covered hole between his cousin's legs. Her vaginal muscles gripped him with such intensity he winced with the delight that coursed through his straining male body as he shoved his dick upward to get deeper into her. He'd been sexually stimulated all day long by thoughts of the girl, and now he was so excited he could hardly control himself. He raised his hips from the ground, pumping his penis into her, at the same time reaching up to fondle her bouncing breasts.
Nina moaned her delight as his stiff cock throbbed past her clit and into her pussy. She loved to have her breasts played with as he was doing to her; she was proud of her breasts and she liked others to enjoy the sight and the feel of them, too. The nipples of her breasts were like hard spikes pressing against his hands and fingers, while her flesh ached with desire.
She lifted herself up, letting his swollen cock withdraw to the rim, then sank back down over him, swallowing his sex organ with her cunt. She did this rhythmically, all the while gazing down at his passion-contorted face gasping and staring up at her. Her torso churned, her breasts bounced. Her skin was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration, but it was from the sexual exertion, the fucking, not from the heat of the lowering sun. Her clit was standing up and throbbing in swollen excitement, making her wince with pleasure each time his cock rubbed against it.
"That's it, Nina," he moaned. "Go, go, go."
Chris timed his own thrusts with her sexual rhythms, not neglecting his massage of her breasts. He loved her breasts. He wanted sometime to spend an entire night pillowing his head on her breasts, sucking and kissing them. He wanted to rub his dick on them and between them. He wanted to shoot his wad all over their soft smooth surfaces. He could tell from her increasing erratic behavior that orgasm was very close. It was for him, too. His dick was swollen inside her, throbbing and ready to let go at any time. He had to control himself the way he did with Carol. As he thought of Carol, a pang of jealousy shot through him, and he wondered if she were enjoying her sex with Uncle John back at the cave. He put the thoughts from his mind as a sharp cry came from Nina's open mouth.
Suddenly she leaned forward and raked her hard nipples across his chest while her mouth touched his lips and her frantic tongue searched his mouth. Then she shuddered and cried out again, more loudly this time. She straightened her body and threw her head back, eyes closed to the sun. She went wild. Her hips corkscrewed her loins into his lap. She pumped her cunt faster and faster onto his stiff cock.
Chris knew it was time, which was just as well because any further holding back on his part was impossible. She shrieked and began trembling from head to toe. As though that were a signal for his own body to respond, it did. Orgasm came flooding through him, and he rammed his dick deep up into the hole between her legs and held it there while it expanded and from the tip of it spurted spasm after spasm of hot juice that drained him dry.
Exhausted, he fell back on the sand, eyes closed against the sun, letting the sounds and the smells and the sensations of the world drift back to him-the fine mist of the gulf waves lapping the shore, the gurgling bubble of froth sighing into the sand, the feel of the hot sun on his body and the hard sand at his back.
For a moment longer, even after she'd had her orgasm, Nina Robinson continued moving her body up and down, more gently now, reluctant to let go of the wonderful cock that had given her such a good time. Finally, it slipped out of her cunt completely. She rested on Chris' legs and smiled down at him.
"That was great, cousin," she told him. She wasn't sure it was as good as her father, but then Chris was younger and less experienced. In any event, she had enjoyed it to the hilt, no mistaking that.
"Thanks, cousin," he replied, returning her grin, "you're wonderful."
He reached up and played with her breasts for a moment. Even while he did so, he couldn't help but wonder what his Aunt Rose's breasts looked like naked. If Ben Hardy, his father, ever got tired of humping the woman, Chris knew he'd like to take a try at it. "We'd better get back to the others," he said suddenly.
Nina nodded and rose from him. As they dressed, she thought about the only male in the group she hadn't fucked-Uncle Ben. He looked like a rough one, all right, the kind of man who took what he wanted when he wanted it. Right now he was probably fucking her mother for all both of them were worth, and her mother would probably have bruises all over her body from the experience. Nina shivered as she thought of the man's naked body, his cock standing out stiff and throbbing, coming after her, throwing her onto the ground and brutally shoving his cock up her helpless but happy cunt.
Seeing her shiver, Chris asked, "Cold?"
She shook her head. "Not cold at all," she said. Quite the opposite, she thought. Hot for cock, cousin Chris. My juicy cunt is steaming and ready for you and your father, anytime.
From the way things were rapidly shaping up, Nina was sure she wouldn't have long to wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The twins looked at each other and at their brother Alec as they stood alone by a clump of tropical trees by the edge of the stretch of white sandy beach.
"A fine tour," Robin said, disgusted, "everybody else is busy fucking everybody else."
"Yeah," Polly agreed, "now what are we going to do?"
"Well, don't look at me," Alec said quickly. "I'm bushed."
"That's right," Polly recalled, "he screwed Nina in the airplane toilet on the way down here. Then he came between your legs in the station wagon."
"I suppose," Polly sighed a woman of the world sigh, "that we'll all have to wait for his refractory period to be over."
"His what?" her thirteen-year-old twin asked.
Robin smiled. It was a word she'd learned from her father. "It means," she explained in the tone a teacher might use with a backward child, "the time it takes after a guy comes for him to get his peter up hard again."
"Will you two brats stop discussing my peter-my pecker, I mean," Alec said, annoyed.
"What's eating him?" Polly wanted to know.
Robin giggled. "Nothing. But he wishes his cousin Carol was eating him instead of Daddy."
"Oh, shut up." Alec said.
The trouble was, it was the truth. He didn't begrudge his father screwing the sixteen-year-old girl, but he was anxious to try shoving his pecker up her snatch himself. Of course, he was pretty pooped from the journey and having two orgasms. He decided it was better that he make love to the slim blonde later when he'd recuperated more fully.
"I don't know about you two," Alec said, "but I'm going to take a nap."
He chose a shaded spot under a palm tree where the grass was thick and stretched out. The twins took off their shoes and waded around in the cool water for a while, but this bored them.
Robin stared wistfully at her brother Alec and said, "I bet he could get it up if he wanted to."
"I guess he's too tired," Polly put in. "Look, he's asleep already. I'll bet nothing could wake him up."
"Nothing?" Robin smiled mischievously. "I wonder-"
It was Polly's turn to grin. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"It would be something to pass the time while we're waiting for the others to catch up."
"I'm game."
Stealthily, the two young girls sneaked up on their sleeping brother and sat beside his reclining figure. Robin reached out and tentatively touched the bulge in front of his pants. He stirred, smiled in his sleep.
"He thinks he's dreaming," Polly said. "His dream is going to get better," Robin promised.
She took hold of the zipper of Alec's fly and eased it down all the way. Then she unbuckled and un-snapped his belt and trousers.
"You're not going to take off his pants, are you?"
Polly asked, wide-eyed.
"Of course not, silly," Robin said, "but we have to have room to work, don't we?"
She spread open the flaps of his trousers. Under the tight jockey shorts, the outline of his peter was readily visible. Robin placed the palm of one hand over it and gently massaged.
Alec muttered, "Ooooh, baby," and his smile got wider.
Polly giggled, but a sharp look from her sister silenced her.
Robin reached into the folds of the jockey shorts and grasped the tip of Alec's peter, which she pulled slowly into sight. The touch of the male flesh made her feel warm and wet between her legs, as it always did. Even Polly stared fascinated as ever at it and licked her lips.
"Let me touch it, Robin," Polly begged.
"In a moment," Robin said.
Robin rolled the long pink peter between the palms of her hands, then bent her head and licked the end of it with the tip of her tongue. Alec groaned and stirred restlessly.
"How come you have all the fun?" Polly pouted.
"Oh, all right," Robin said, annoyed, "you play with it for a while."
She released the peter and sat on her haunches to watch. Eagerly, Polly rubbed her slim fingers over the length of the limp sex organ.
"It is, it is getting stiff!" Polly said excitedly.
"See, what did I tell you?"
There was something about the sight of stiff peters that turned Robin on. Once again the warm wet feeling flowed between her legs, and she couldn't resist putting her fingers under her panties and into her pussy.
Polly, meanwhile, knelt beside her brother, fingering his peter, while her head lowered over his crotch. When she pressed her lips against the flesh, Alec moaned and moved so restlessly she was afraid he was going to wake up. When he didn't, she pressed her lips against the side of his peter once more and kissed it from its tip down to where it stuck out amid sprouting pubic hair from his jockey shorts. Then she stuck her tongue and dragged it up from the base to the top. Alec had not been able to clean off his genitals since he came between Robin's legs in the car, and the smell of the dried-on semen clinging to his peter filled Polly's nostrils and made her feel all the sexier. Her own free hand crept between her legs to massage her pussy right through the thin panties she wore.
"I can't stand it," Robin said, her face flushed, her voice hoarse. "I've got to sit on him."
"You can't," Polly protested. "His peter isn't stiff enough."
Robin felt it with her fingers and discovered to her dismay that Polly was right. The peter bent flexibly in her hand.
"Maybe," she said, "if I can get it up me, it'll get stiffer. Daddy's does that sometime."
"He'll wake up," Polly said.
"We'll have to take the chance."
"Why do you have to go first?"
"Because I'm the one who thought of it," Robin said self-righteously. "Now let's stop arguing. Move over."
Polly reluctantly moved over. Her sister rose, quickly took off her panties and crouched over Alec's crotch. She lowered herself until her pussy was just barely touching the boy's peter; then she gently moved her body to and fro, letting her moist pussy graze his sex organ temptingly.
Alec moaned again but didn't open his eyes.
"Come on," Robin said impatiently to the peter, "get hard."
Polly shook her head. "He's getting very excited, but his peter isn't hard enough yet."
Furiously now, Robin ground her pussy into her brother's crotch. Alec gasped and opened his eyes but was unable to focus them right away.
Polly, whose eyes were riveted to Alec's genitals, said, "He isn't hard, but I think he's coming anyway."
Robin looked down. Her sister was right. Fluid was dribbling from the opening of her brother's half-stiff penis, flowing over his jockey shorts.
"Hey," Alec said, sitting up and pushing Robin away, "what's going on here?"
"We were just playing," Polly said with a giggle.
Alec groaned as he saw the mess on his shorts. "Now look what you've done." He took a tissue paper from his pocket and dabbed it over the sticky white liquid. He said angrily, "I ought to-"
"You'd better not try anything," Robin warned, "or we'll tell Nina you couldn't get a hard on."
Alec opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut. The reason he couldn't get a hard pecker was because he'd already come twice within the space of a few hours and he was very tired. Besides, he'd been sleeping. If he'd been awake-
But there was no point in arguing the point with himself or anyone. His sister Nina teased him enough about his long hair. She seized upon any possibility to irritate him, and he didn't want to give her any.
"All right, all right," he grumbled. He went down to the water to clean up some more.
"Wow, you sure handled him," Polly said with admiration in her voice.
"It just takes know-how," Robin said modestly. She tried to appear grown-up and woman of the worldish, but she felt terrible. The ache in her pussy had spread throughout her entire young female body. She said, "I don't know about you, but I've gotta get fucked."
"Yeah," Polly breathed. "My pussy hurts from getting all worked up." She added thoughtfully, "We could masturbate."
"We could, but that's for kids. We're thirteen years old now."
"Maybe Daddy would screw us."
"I'd like to try Uncle Ben," Robin said.
"Yeah, me, too," Polly agreed. "Too bad he's busy screwing Mommy. But maybe tonight."
Robin nodded. "Maybe tonight," she agreed dismally.
A few minutes later, John Robinson appeared, holding hands with the slim blonde girl in the bikini, Carol Hardy. Both were breathless, their faces flushed but very content.
"What happened to Chris?" Carol wanted to know.
"He and Nina went someplace by themselves," Polly said.
"Oh." The young blonde girl's face darkened. She thought, I hope he doesn't get to like big breasts. Then she thought of what her Uncle John had told her when they were screwing around, and she felt reassured.
"Here they come now," Robin said, pointing.
From around a clump of trees came Nina Robinson and Chris Hardy. Nina had a radiant glow on her cheeks, while Chris looked a bit sheepish.
"Hi," he said, "I was just showing Nina a private part of the beach."
Polly giggled. "A private part of his crotch, he means," she muttered, and Robin poked her to be quiet.
But Robin knew very well that this was true. Her eyes darted to the front of her cousin's bathing suit where his peter lay in bold outline, and she felt a familiar ache in her pussy as she thought of Chris's naked sex organ.
"Well," Dr. John Robinson said brightly, 'suppose we continue our tour of the island and get back to the hacienda for some lunch? I'm famished."
The seven walked around the island some more, with Chris and Carol showing off their knowledge by pointing out various tropical plants and birds by name. A short time later, they arrived back at the house, where Ben Hardy and Rose Hardy Robinson were sitting on the patio sipping drinks.
John kissed his wife warmly in greeting, and she said, "How was the grand tour?"
"Very stimulating," he told her with a wink. "How'd you make out?"
"Just like old times," she said, smiling.
That evening they cooked steaks on a hibachi on the beach and Carol proved how good she was at making salads, too. The night was warm and comfortable.
"You folks stay here for a moonlight swim if you want to," Ben Hardy said. "I've got some chores to attend to back at the hacienda."
"Anything I can help you with?" John offered.
"Not this trip," Ben told him.
He trotted off across the clearing toward the house.
Robin squirmed restlessly. "What do you suppose Uncle Ben is doing back at the house?"
Polly shrugged. "How should I know? Certainly not screwing anybody. We're all here."
"Unless," Robin said with a catch in her breath, "he sneaks in a girl-or maybe even does it with a dog or a goat."
"Screw somebody not in the family?" Polly said in a shocked tone. "Why, that's promis-promis-"
"Promiscuous," Robin supplied. She hesitated, then made up her mind. "I'm going to see what he's doing."
"But you can't-"
"Sure I can," Robin said, proving it by starting off into the darkness.
"Hey, wait for me," Polly called softly, and darted at her heels.
In a few minutes they were standing before the quiet, darkened hacienda, listening for sounds but unable to hear any. Motioning for silence, Robin led the way across the patio and into the living room. No one.
Polly touched her sister's arm and pointed down a corridor, where a lamp in one of the rooms cast a block of light into the hallway floor. Robin nodded and tiptoed down the corridor until she reached the door. Both twins cautiously peered around the edge of the opening to stare into the lit room. It was a bedroom with a big double bed whose head was up against one wall. The sole occupant of the bed was Uncle Ben Hardy.
He was fully clothed, but his fly was unzipped and his peter was up stiff and in full view of them. Polly could not stifle her gasp at the sight of the big hairy peter swollen with passion. At the sound, the man opened his eyes and smiled at them. "Come on in, girls," he said. "I've been waiting for you."
CHAPTER NINE
Shoving his cock up his sister's gorgeous snatch after all these years had been to Ben Hardy like a dream (a wet one, of course) come true. He had enjoyed every fucking minute of it, including the fore-play when they'd fooled around, he'd sucked at her tits, while she'd gone down on him-and the whole wonderful bit afterwards.
It had been like old times, only better, but it hadn't blinded him to the fact that there was other young snatch in the crowd, waiting and wanting to be fucked by their Uncle Ben. Nina, for example, with the tender seventeen-year-old tits and body that wouldn't stop. Not to mention the thirteen-year-old twins, Robin and Polly-not much tits there, but the real young stuff always turned him on. The fact that these two were related to him made the idea even more appealing to him.
Sister Rose had taken a lot out of him, but he was fully recuperated and ready to go. Nina had looked like she'd had it-and the way she was holding hands with his son Chris left little doubt as to whose cock she'd had rammed up inside her. Nina was a fast worker, all right, and he was looking forward to fucking her.
Meanwhile, he was sure he noted hungry looks on the faces of the twins. The way they looked at his crotch gave him the notion they'd like to eat him up. He chuckled inwardly at the thought, because that's just what he had in mind-among other delicious things. There was something about young innocent-looking bodies swarming over his carcass that made him get a stiff cock just thinking about it.
So he thought about it, and when they were all at the beach for the cook-out, he'd decided to come back alone to the hacienda and see who'd follow him. It was no surprise to find out it was Robin and Polly. "Come on in, girls," he repeated the welcome. "Come in and visit with your Uncle Ben."
As he patted the bed beside him, Robin and Polly entered the room somewhat sheepishly. They sat on either side of him, and he encircled their slim waists with his arms, sliding his hand down to caress their pubescent rounded asses. He was pleased to see that neither of the girls was able to keep her eyes from his stiff cock standing up nakedly from his open fly.
He smiled and took the stiff cock in one hand. He said, "I got it this way just thinking about you girls."
"You did?" Robin breathed, impressed.
"That's right. I thought of how nice it would be if we three got together and did things. Here."
He took Robin's hand and guided it to his cock. She said, "Oooh," and pulled her hand away for an instant as though it were a red-hot poker.
Uncle Ben laughed and guided her hand back again. "Don't be afraid, it won't bite you, honey," he assured her.
Robin nodded, ashamed that she'd acted so childish. It was just that his peter seemed so unfamiliar to her. It seemed thicker than any she'd yet seen, more deeply veined, and with lots more pubic hair sprouting around its base. She held the peter in her palm and then enclosed it and worked her fingers up and down over it, pleased at Uncle Ben's answering gasp of pleasure at her actions.
"That's it, honey," he sighed, "make me happy." He reached under her skirt from behind and fondled her soft, rounded ass, poking his finger in her crotch to feel her young snatch through the thin cloth.
"Hey, what about me?" Polly pouted.
Uncle Ben laughed heartily. "I couldn't very well forget my other favorite niece, now could I?" he chortled. With his free hand he pulled her down to him, held her across his chest while his lips mashed her mouth and his tongue slipped easily past her lips in quick darting movements. At the same time, his hand worked under her skirt and between her legs to her pantied crotch.
Mmmmmm, baby, he thought. Here I got me two young snatches to feel up at the same time! He said, "Come on, let's all get undressed so we can have ourselves some real fun."
Robin had been in the mood for some time, and Uncle Ben's familiar hand on her pussy, coupled with her own fondling of his thick, throbbing peter, increased her desire all the more. Though the quieter of the two, Polly had physical feelings much the same. The girl thrilled to the touch of her Uncle Ben's lips on her mouth, to the feel of his hand between her legs. They both squirmed out of their clothes without leaving the bed and then eagerly helped the older man out of his clothing.
With a smile, Ben reached for the four tender young breasts dangling under his nose. He touched them, squeezed them, massaged them, kissed them, then sucked the young nipples. His hands roamed over the inviting crotches, into the downy snatches between their legs, over the smoothly curved legs and up around the rounded asses that were his to do anything with that he wished.
Wherever he looked, there were stimulating close-up views of thirteen-year-old female anatomies, ready, willing, and able to give him delights he dreamed of but seldom had. His palms itched, his mouth watered, his cock throbbed in anticipation, and his balls ached from wanting them.
As Robin's eager tongue began exploring his balls and worked up along the shaft of his distended cock, Ben reached out and rubbed Polly's tender young breasts and drew her closer to him so he could take one of her stiffening nipples between his lips to suck hungrily on it. At the same time, one of his hands moved down along her rounded belly and between her legs to delve into the soft pubescent lips of her snatch. He had to smile as from the corner of his eyes he noticed Robin wanted to get into the act by twisting her body around on the bed, not missing a lick or a kiss, and presenting her naked white ass to him.
Uncle Ben was not one to play favorites if there was no need for it. The young ass hovering in front of his face looked too good, anyway, to pass up. Her legs were slightly parted, giving him a lovely view right up between them and into the moist, lightly bushed area surrounding her hot and eager snatch. He kept his one hand working over the area between Polly's legs, which she kept closed and pressing up tight against his fingers, while he used the free hand to caress the soft roundnesses of Robin's wiggling flesh, squeezing each soft half moon and gliding his fingers down along the crack in the very center and below to the spot where his finger could delve unin-hibitedly through the wetly matted hair and into the delightful female opening at her crotch.
I wonder. Uncle Ben thought, if my little niece has ever had her asshole tickled.
With his middle finger still working in and out of Robin's snatch, he pressed his thumb into the crack of her ass, forcing the flesh aside, then forced his thumb quickly into the puckered opening of her asshole.
"Ooooh!" the young girl said, and lifted her head in surprise.
Uncle Ben took his lips momentarily from Polly's stiff nipple and said, "I hope I didn't hurt you, honey."
"No," Robin assured him with a shake of her head, "you just surprised me, that's all." She lowered her head once more to his swollen peter and kissed it at the point where his balls began. She wiggled her behind against his hand, exulting in the feel of his fingers simultaneously up her pussy and her asshole, working slowly but steadily in and out of each opening with a rhythm that made her gasp. It felt-strange. That was the only way she could describe it. Their father had told them about ass-fucking and fingering and licking, but neither he nor Alec had ever done it to them, preferring to concentrate on the other erogenous zones. Anyway, with Uncle Ben doing it to her, it was strangely exciting, and she decided she liked it.
Polly could see what Uncle Ben was doing with his hands to her sister, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go that route. She was much too content with having the man's unfamiliar lips sucking her nipples, with having his rough hand and finger jerking in and out of her pussy with such intensity she was sure she was going to come fast this time.
When Uncle Ben said to her, "How about you sucking my cock for me, too, honey?" Robin nodded, disappointed though she was to have the man's mouth and finger away from her. Even so, as she bent over him, she managed to wiggle her own bottom up close to the man's face to give him a hint of what she wanted. Obviously he took the hint, for an instant later, his hand was busy again on her flesh and she was groaning as his finger and thumb took the same grip on her as his other hand took on her sister.
Ben smiled at the eagerness of the two young girls. His brother-in-law John had trained these girls well, as well as he himself had trained his daughter Carol from a very young age to suck his cock, to play with it, and so forth. His smile broadened as two pairs of tongues and lips engulfed his stiff, throbbing flesh, licking his balls, running hotly over the sides of his cock. He could feel their young breasts massaging his stomach and his legs, feel the hard nipples graze his flesh and make it tingle. He could feel himself coming, but he held back, wanting it to last.
One of the girls, Robin, was busy nibbling at the tip of his cock, and suddenly, she opened her mouth wide and took as much of it inside as she could, while the tip of her tongue whirled around the tip and the sides of it. This left little room for the other twin, but Polly was not one to let her sister get the best of her (or of Uncle Ben, for that matter) without a fight. She twisted around on the bed and eased herself up under his legs, resting them on her shoulders while she attacked his balls with her lips and tongue.
Ben shuddered pleasantly from head to toe and somehow managed to keep from coming. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have minded. But he wanted to fuck both these girls, and he didn't know when the others in the party would return to the hacienda; he might not have time to recuperate enough to take both twins on again. The spirit was always willing, but sometimes he realized he was human and couldn't torture his flesh beyond endurance.
Robin's ass was still in front of him, and he continued working his thumb into her asshole while his middle finger plunged into her snatch. On impulse, he took hold of her hips and drew her back slightly, nudged his nose into the folds of her ass and held it apart with his fingers so he could see the puckered opening of her asshole. He lifted his head up and stuck his tongue around the opening, laving it with quick strokes before pressing his face up close and shoving the tongue inside.
If her mouth hadn't been so filled with Uncle Ben's thick peter, Robin would have screamed with delight. First the finger, now his tongue into her behind. Secretly, she was glad it was she receiving this treatment instead of her sister, then felt ashamed that Polly wasn't in on it. Meanwhile, she wiggled her behind at his face, encouraging the man to continue, which he did. She also drew her young breasts slowly back and forth across his stomach, for this was something that her father and her brother enjoyed, and she was sure her uncle would, too. All the while, her mouth continued sucking, her tongue continued licking, and her hands busily gripped the bottom part of his peter, holding it tightly, working her fingers up and down to keep him excited.
There was no question that Ben Hardy was excited. His breath came in gasps and he could feel his heart pound like mad inside his body. He gritted his teeth and held on. Finally, unable to take it any more, he said, "Come on, let's fuck!"
"Me first," Polly squealed.
"No, me," Robin said.
"I'll fuck one of you," Uncle Ben decided, "and eat the other." He pointed to Polly. "You straddle me." He guided her into position where she could sit on his lap, with her juicy snatch poised on his stiff cock. "Now put it inside you, honey," he directed.
Polly, glad to be the chosen one, nodded eagerly, gripped his peter and rubbed the end of it against the opening of her pussy. When the tip of it was in, she lowered herself on it, catching her breath as it slid all the way into her body.
Ben wet his lips and watched, wincing pleasure as his cock disappeared up the wet, downy opening of her snatch. Man, she's tight! he thought, delighted. The girl smiled as she sensed his pleasure; she began raising and lowering her body over him.
"Now you," Ben said hoarsely. "Straddle my chest. That's it. Come closer, bring your lovely young snatch right into my face."
Straddling him, Robin moved forward, her legs spread wide, her pussy pointed right for his mouth. She didn't really mind that her sister was the one going to be fucked. She liked having a guy's mouth and tongue on her pussy; it was a very sexy way of doing it. She moved her hot pussy into contact with his face, squealing a little as his mouth eagerly pressed against the opening and his tongue came out and licked upward through the folds of tender flesh to touch her clit.
Ben Hardy was as excited as he'd ever been. He thought: Shit! This is better than any of those fucking young whores on the mainland who sucked and fucked anybody who had a few dollars. These thirteen-year-old snatches were his own flesh and blood, whose only other experience was with their father and brother.
Ben Hardy inhaled deeply the musky odor of Robin's snatch. He loved the smell of hot young snatch, and he loved to taste it too. He smelled it and tasted it now, fast and furiously. Meanwhile, Polly's young body rose and fell in his lap, and he rammed his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of her body to meet her thrusts against him. She was very tight, and that's what he liked most about it, the way her snatch gripped his shaft all around, squeezing it on the upstroke and the downstroke, wringing every bit of sensation out of his maleness.
His hands were gripping Robin's churning ass, but he left the flesh of her behind and reached up to her chest where he could hold and fondle her fledgling breasts and roll her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
It was impossible for him to hold back any longer and he didn't try. His tongue wagged frantically in Robin's crotch while he lifted his hip to ram his cock deeper into Polly's snatch. He was surprised to hear Robin gasping and jerking her body spasmodically. Obviously, the touch of his hands and tongue had finally gotten to her, and she was coming herself, muttering, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Ben grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, raising the straining Polly with him. His cock grew large in her snatch, and spurted spasms of semen in short bursts deep inside her. Then he collapsed in a sweat and rolled Robin from his chest so he'd have room to breathe.
Polly was still frantically bouncing up and down over his cock, tears running down her face. She was crying, "Not yet, Uncle Ben, don't come yet. Keep screwing me. I haven't come yet. I haven't come yet!"
Ben Hardy's first impulse was to tell the girl that maybe they'd get together later, or to go find his son Chris, or maybe even her father or brother. He was pooped and well-satisfied. Then he thought how nice it would be later on during the coming days and nights if little Polly were grateful to him.
To Robin, he said, "Get dressed and go back to the beach. Delay them from coming back here for another ten minutes."
"But-"
"Don't argue, just go," he said, and playfully swatted her on the ass.
Robin yelped and rubbed her behind which stung from the slap. But she got dressed and, with a wistful look back at the two in the room, left to trot back to the beach party.
"At last we're alone, honey," Uncle Ben said to the young girl, drawing her close to him and kissing her tear-stained cheek.
"You-you wanted to be alone with me, Uncle Ben?" she said, a trace of smile working on her lips.
"Of course, honey. You're the one I chose to fuck, didn't I?"
The smile blossomed, and she said, "That's right. I wish I'd come with you, Uncle Ben."
"Me, too, honey." He groaned, wanting to call her by her real name. Trouble was, he couldn't tell the twins apart. He suspected this one was Polly because she seemed the quieter one, but he didn't want to make a mistake, so he had to settle for "honey." He said, "Now just lay back on the bed and relax. Uncle Ben will make you feel good."
She did as she was told. For a few seconds, he looked at her slim body from head to toe. It was a very nice female body for a thirteen-year-old. One day she, like her sister, was going to be a beauty. Meanwhile, she was a living doll in her own right, with the charm and the innocence of youth-and she was available to him for the summer.
He bent over her and kissed her warmly, passionately, on the mouth, inserting his tongue past her lips in quick darting movements. His hands roamed over her slight breasts, down over her rounded belly, and between her legs, rubbing her thighs a moment before settling into her crotch. She trembled as his palm covered her snatch.
"Does it feel good, honey?" he asked her.
She nodded, unable to speak. She'd already been worked up sexually and it wouldn't take much to put her over the top.
He continued rubbing her snatch with his hand while his lips moved down over her neck and shoulders and up the incline of her breasts to transfer to her nipples. He took them one by one into his mouth and sucked them until they were hard and aching with swollenness. Meanwhile, his finger delved into the hot, hairy, moist opening between her legs, working up along the folds of flesh to the point where he could rub her clit with swift, sure strokes that brought gasps of increasing delight from the young teenager's throat.
She began moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" again in time with the thrusts of his finger against her clit. Her body pressed downward against his hand, and she corkscrewed her hips in a way that gave her even more pleasure. Before long, she shuddered from head to toe and let out a long moan as orgasm struck her full force and flowed through her entire body and found release between her legs where his finger worked so diligently.
Even after she'd stopped shuddering, he moved his finger gently in and out of her for a moment. Then he quickly bent his head and kissed her full on the snatch. Polly smiled and hugged him close to her.
"Oh, Uncle Ben, that was wonderful," she enthused.
"For me, too, honey," he said with a grin.
The funny thing about it was that it was true. He was too sexually sated to actually get a sensual thrill from what he'd done, but it pleased his masculinity that he'd been able even so to satisfy a young girl without using his limp, tired cock. The nicest thing about his sexual generosity, of course, was that it would pay off handsomely in dividends later on.
CHAPTER TEN
There were four big bedrooms in the hacienda, with a big double bed in each. John and Rose Robinson shared one of these beds. Alec Robinson and his cousin Chris shared another. Nina Robinson and Carol Hardy doubled up. Ben Hardy had a bed of his own. A large foldaway bed had been placed in their parents' room to accommodate the twins, Robin and Polly.
Of course, everyone was fully aware that this arrangement was merely temporary. They fully expected that during the night secret games of musical beds would be played by one and all as the whims struck. It was only due to the strenuous journey to the Mexican island, and the even more strenuous (though more enjoyable) sexual activities which had taken place, that everyone slept soundly that first night of the Robinson-Hardy family reunion.
In the morning, Dr. John Robinson awakened to find his penis rising stiffly out of the fly of his pajamas and his wife Rose looked amusedly at him. Playfully, she tugged at it for a moment. "Well," she said, "what have we here?"
"It's a penis," he explained to her with a straight face.
"And an excited one, too," she marveled. "I'll bet you were thinking lustful thoughts about your skinny niece Carol."
"She's not skinny," he defended. "Besides, I was thinking about you."
"I'll bet you were," she said teasingly, and bent her head over his crotch to gently bite his prick.
They were just kidding, but John knew he'd been dreaming of the slim-figured Carol, age sixteen, with blonde hair and the face of a hungry, sensuous animal. At the thought of her young, agile body squirming over him, pressing her taut nipples on his chest, sliding down and touching, probing with her slim fingers, then taking his throbbing penis between her smooth lips, his flesh stood up in a sudden lurch.
Rose laughed, planted a juicy kiss on his prick, then vaulted from the bed. In the skimpy baby doll nightie, she looked great. Her full breasts poked out the diaphanous material of the abbreviated gown, and the black triangle of pubic hair was clearly visible as she stretched.
"Hey, come back," he said.
"Sorry, mister," she said, "you'll have to take a number for faster service. The next dance is saved for a relative."
As she pulled on a bathrobe and whirled from the room, John thought; Yeah, for seventeen-year-old Chris, whom she hasn't had yet-and maybe brother Ben after that for an encore. It was too bad Carol didn't have a sister, but then she was a woman enough to satisfy him every time, of that he was certain. Idly, he toyed with his stiff penis as he thought of the girl.
On the rollaway bed nearby, both twins had their eyes slitted, watching their father's stiff peter rolling about in his hands. They licked their lips and secretly placed their fingers into their own pussies to masturbate.
Finally, Robin couldn't stand it any longer. She said, "You want me to suck you off, Daddy?"
Her voice startled him. He smiled. "I thought you were asleep," he said. "Yes, Robin, I'd like very much for you to suck me off."
"Oh, boy, thanks," Robin said, leaping from the bed.
"Hey, how about me?" Polly wanted to know. Her father laughed. "There's always room for one more."
The young girls quickly shucked off their pajamas and swarmed nakedly over him, each grabbing for his peter and trying to stuff it in her mouth.
"Hey, I asked first!" Robin said heatedly.
"Girls, girls," John Robinson said, "don't fight. There's enough for everybody-but maybe not at the same time. Tell you what, we'll make a contest out of it." He picked up his wristwatch from the night-stand and placed it on his wrist. "Each of you sucks my penis for a full minute and tries to make me have an orgasm. You take turns, and the one into whose mouth I come is the winner."
"Me first, Daddy," Polly said eagerly.
"No," her father said, "Robin is the one who got the idea, so she'll start."
Smiling smugly, Robin got into position, gripping ,hc bottom of his penis with her hands, licking her lips in pleasant anticipation of the contest.
John stared at his watch, smiling. A little wholesome sibling rivalry never did any harm. He counted off the seconds, then said, "Now!"
Robin happily bent to her task. She loved her father very much and wanted to please him. In addition to that, however, she genuinely enjoyed sex-"a natural born cocksucker," her father had once called her, and she knew it was a compliment. She also determined to keep that title by making him come in her mouth this time.
She opened her mouth wide and let his peter slide deep into her mouth. She closed her lips about it, gripped the shaft and his balls tightly in her hand and worked her head up and down as furiously as she was able to do, all the while twirling her hot little tongue all over the insides of her mouth, letting it rub against the peter and move in over the top in steady swishing strokes designed to make him excited. The man's groan told her she was succeeding in working him up. He wasn't the only one. She found sucking peters very sexy herself, and a familiar warm, wet sensation began between her legs.
"Time," her father called. "Come on, dear, it's Polly's turn."
Reluctantly, Robin moved away and watched her twin sister take over the task. It'll be a heck of a thing, she thought, if I get Daddy all worked up and he comes in Polly's mouth because of that.
Polly felt the same way, which is why she also worked her mouth and tongue avidly over her father's stiff throbbing peter growing bigger in her mouth. She took it out of her mouth for an instant and nibbled along the sides, working up one side and down the other like an ear of corn.
"Time!" her father called.
Damn! she thought, annoyed, but released him to Robin.
Their father was having a hard time trying to decide which of the two girls he should let finish him off. Robin always seemed to get her way, so it might be fairer if he came in Polly's mouth. Yet failure might be harder to take for Robin. He also knew that if he waited long enough, his timing would be awry and the matter would be taken out of his hands-and he would simply come with whatever girl happened to be sucking his penis at that time. Perhaps, he thought, nature should really be the one to decide. "Time," he called, and Robin pulled her mouth from his throbbing penis and gave way to Polly.
Polly attacked him with her teeth again, nibbling all over his peter and nipping strongly at the knob at the tip all over to the ridge. When it was Robin's turn, she tried sucking on his testicles and opening her mouth so wide he thought she was trying to swallow the hairy sacs. Polly chomped on his penis, moving it from one puffed-out cheek to the other with her tongue.
John had the urge to reach down and fondle his daughters' breasts or between her legs, but he resisted the impulse. To be fair, the contest should be conducted only with the girls' mouths on his genitals. He managed to resist the impulse, but he was unable to keep his mind clear and calm any longer. He found himself gasping for breath and moving his hips automatically upward to thrust his stiff penis into the hot mouth working over it.
Robin leaned over her father's crotch and stuck out her tongue to lick up a bit of sticky semen that had collected on the tip of his peter. She pressed her lips firmly against the top and kissed the hot flesh passionately. She took the knob into her mouth and enclosed her teeth under the ridge and pulled up vigorously. He's coming! she thought wildly. Daddy's coming!
John could feel the beginning spasms that told of the onset of orgasm. He sighed and began to spurt the hot liquid into Robin's mouth. "Time!" he gasped.
Robin found herself being shoved aside by her twin sister. Polly spread her lips wide and took her , father's jerking peter full in her mouth and sucked on it, exulting in the feel of its throbbing length spasming against her tongue. She kept sucking even after the last drop of his come had splashed against the roof of her mouth and coursed down her throat.
"Anyway, I won," Robin declared. "He started to come first in my mouth."
Polly looked up frowning, her lips wet and sticky. "But he came all the way in mine. I'm the winner."
John Robinson laughed. "You girls are just too good. We'll have to call it a tie. You both win." He pulled them both to him and kissed each one warmly on the lips. "I love you both equally well anyway, and don't forget that."
"We love you too, Daddy," they chorused.
From the corridor where she'd been watching, Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. It was a very touching scene in the bedroom. John was not only a good husband, but a wonderful father as well, and she loved him very much.
She gathered her bathrobe around her and walked softly down the corridor. It was early morning and she doubted that anyone else was up-especially after the full activities of the day before. She glanced into the bedroom where her daughter Nina and her niece Carol lay, moving restlessly. The next bedroom held her brother Ben, lying on his back, the covers tossed off him, his thick prick sticking out, half erected, from the front of his totally naked male body. Rose paused for a moment to look at him. He was a diamond in the rough, all right and she loved him, too. On impulse she walked silently into the bedroom, bent over, and planted a grateful kiss on the shaft of his prick.
"Thanks, Ben," she said, "for a wonderful reunion."
In his sleep, her brother smiled.
For a moment Rose stood there over him, her mind fraught with indecision. She would loved to have kissed his prick some more, perhaps even straddle him and brought him awake with his prick sliding up into her cunt. But she had other plans. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she walked out of the room and back down the corridor, to the last bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed, watching the bed's two occupants-her son Alec, and her nephew Chris, laying pajama-clad with their backs to each other, separated by at least a foot and a half of space.
Rose shrugged off her robe and, wearing only her shortie nightgown, crawled from the foot of the bed up over the bed and lay in the center between the two young boys. Still asleep, they shifted slightly to afford her the room. She lay there for a moment, not moving, feeling the warmth of the two bodies pressing close to hers. She recalled how wonderfully athletic Chris' male body had been in the tight bathing suit that showed off his penis. Like father, like son, apparently. The notion excited Rose very much. She eased her hand over his hips along the rim of his pajama bottoms, snaked it across his belly, then dipped under the waistband to his groin, where she clutched his limp prick with a gentle but firm hand.
Chris groaned and turned slightly toward her. "Mmmmmm, Nina," he murmured in his sleep, "I love your hand on my dick."
"They all do," Rose said drily.
I mustn't neglect my own little boy, she thought, and put her free hand through the fly of Alec's pajamas to touch his prick. Alec reacted in the usual way by sighing and twisting to press himself up against her body.
Well, I've got me two handfuls here, all right, Rose thought. She loved to feel a guy's prick in her hands, to massage it and experience it grow thick and stiff, thanks to her. Even more than that, she especially enjoyed two pricks. Sometimes, husband John and fifteen-year-old Alec would be in bed with her at the same time, and she'd make them both very happy and herself as well. It also meant there were twice as many mouths and hands that could feel up her cunt, her ass, and her breasts.
"Ooooh," Chris groaned and twisted even more.
The seventeen-year-old boy placed his hand on his aunt's belly and rubbed. He worked his way upward at first, pushing aside her shortie nightgown until her large breasts were exposed, then he dipped his head to nuzzle them and kiss and lick the nipples and take them between his lips and suck greedily, while his hand returned down the path along her belly and below, where his fingers probed the wiry black pubic hair in search of the hot, moist hole between her legs.
Rose couldn't help but squeal her delight as his finger found her cunt and -edged past the clit into it. Her outcry made him snap his eyes open and he lifted his head to peer into her face.
"Why, you're-you're not Nina," he said, surprised.
"That's right, my sweet, sexy little nephew," she admitted, "but I'm just as lovable."
Playfully, she tugged at his stiffening prick and made him yelp. The sound brought Alec awake, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Hey, what's going on?" he wanted to know. "Oh, it's you, Mother. What time is it?"
"Time for a little mother-fucking," she told him. To Chris, she said, "And some aunt-fucking, if you'd like to."
The taste of her nipples was still in Chris' mouth, and his finger was still in her sex hole. He gazed at her full body and licked his lips. There was no doubt about whether or not he'd like to. His stiff dick sliding through Aunt Rose's clenched hand gave ample proof of that.
"I'd like to," he said.
"Then do it," she told him. "Come on, Chris, put this beautiful big prick of yours into my cunt."
She pulled him over on top of her. He rolled between her widespread legs, probing for the hole between her legs. Rose took his prick in her hands and guided him unerringly toward the lips of her cunt and rubbed the tip of his prick over them, back and forth for a moment, before inserting the end into her. As he sank in all the way with one sure, swift stroke, she squealed and clamped her legs tightly about his back.
Beautiful, she thought. She loved Chris' lean hard body on top of her, crushing the breath from her. She loved his young hands massaging her breasts and palming her already stiff nipples. But most of all she loved his prick, thick like his father's, moving relentlessly in and out of her hot body with rhythmic thrusts.
She glanced over to see her son Alec watching them, idly rubbing his stiff prick in his hands. Can't neglect my own baby, Rose thought, and reached out for him. He smiled as she took his prick in her hand, rubbing it one way and then the other, pulling at it, then moving her fingers down to his balls to gently cradle and squeeze them.
Boy, Chris thought as he pumped his dick in and out of his Aunt Rose's hole, she's as good as Nina, and her breasts are even bigger.
He used both hands to rub her breasts, smiling as the nipples hardened even more against his palms. Without missing a stroke, he impulsively bent his head and licked one of the nipples for a moment before taking it into his mouth and sucking and biting it.
Rose bit her lip and murmured, "Ooooooh, you feel good, Chris."
"The feeling," Chris muttered through clenched teeth, "is mutual, Aunt Rose."
She lifted her ass from the bed and corkscrewed her hips to meet his thrusts into her. His prick was every bit as wonderful as Ben's, and she greatly enjoyed its throbbing length smacking into her, making wet sounds as it plunged deep, all the way to the balls, rubbing her clit along the way. Not only was she excited from her nephew's stiff prick sliding in and out of her, the feel of her son's throbbing genitals in her massaging hand made her catch her breath. If only she could do more with Alec, she thought, than just jerk him off....
She gave his prick a sudden yank that brought his eyes to her face, and she motioned with her head for him to slide up farther. At the same time, she drew her tongue sensuously across her lips, leaving little doubt as to what she had in mind.
Alec smiled and nodded. Often he and Dad would have sex with mother, and they'd get into different positions so they could all enjoy the act. The feel of the woman's hands rubbing his pecker all over made him throb with anticipation of orgasm. Now, he had another thing to anticipate-his mother's tender lips sucking his throbbing flesh, kissing his balls, nibbling at him all over between his legs-at the same time his cousin Chris' pecker was screwing her in the snatch.
Eagerly, Alec moved up on the bed so his pecker was next to his mother's face. He had to curve his body around the top of the pillow and in back of his head, but he didn't mind, for it gave him a good view of everything that was going on. It seemed a little strange to see a stranger screwing his mother, but that made it all the sexier. He watched as Chris' lips tried to devour the nipples and boobies thrust in his face. Each time the cousin reared back, Alec could look down along his mother's sweaty, heaving belly and see the boy's swollen pecker come out glistening wet from the hairy snatch between the woman's legs, then drive home into the hole again with such force it brought gasps of pleasure from his mother's lips.
Alec turned his attention more fully on his mother's lips, for she was dragging them back and forth over his pecker. He felt her hot breath all along his tender skin, felt the dampness of her moist mouth. He almost straightened in a spasm of delight as her tongue came out and snaked back and forth across his flesh. He moaned as her fingers tightened on his balls, but it was not with pain. Gently, she nibbled at the ridge of his pecker, pulling at it with her teeth. Alec slitted his eyes and was only vaguely aware that his cousin Chris was grunting and groaning loudly as he pumped faster and faster into the woman squirming under his passion-ridden body.
Rose was in heaven. She loved giving pleasure to men she loved, and she loved receiving it in return. Now, it was both ways with the two young boys who were related to her. Gratefully, she kissed the rolling sweat from her son's balls, craned her neck to nuzzle his pubic hair that filled her nostrils with musky perfume, and licked droplets of seminal fluid that gathered in the tiny hole at the very tip of his prick. She knew Alec pretty well now, and she was sure that orgasm was imminent; she wanted to be sure to have his prick in her mouth when he came. She nibbled at the top of his prick, then took it between her lips and pulled at it with sucking motions that made him tremble and breathe even more erratically and make thrusting motions with his hips.
Between her legs, Chris' prick sank into her cunt with authority, then retreated even more quickly, to be followed by a fast thrust in the increasing rhythm he had established. She was unused to her nephew's body, but she thought she had it figured pretty well. What she wanted to do was make them both come at the same time, getting it in her cunt and her mouth simultaneously.
Chris' eyes were rolling around and they seemed to be glazed with the intensity of his passion. He huffed and grunted on top of her, holding onto her gyrating hips now with his face buried in her full breasts.
"I-I'm going to-come-Aunt Rose," he managed.
Rose sensed this. She worked on her son's prick which was throbbing and stuttering around in her mouth, using every bit of know-how she had learned during the years. She swished his prick back and forth from one cheek to the other. She pressed her lips tightly around it and alternately blew and sucked it. She twirled her tongue swiftly around the tip and along the underside of the ridge near the top.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Alec said in response to her labors, and he stiffened his body and began to convulse.
"Ooooooh!" Chris moaned, stiffening his own body an instant later.
Rose felt Alec's prick engorge in her mouth and spew spurts of sticky liquid down her swallowing throat.
She felt Chris' prick grow big inside her cunt, spasm and shoot semen deep inside her body.
Rose closed her eyes and sighed. She had three orgasms herself this time, and she felt exhausted but happy. Both boys withdrew from her.
Chris said, "Gee, thanks, Aunt Rose, you're the greatest."
"I'm the one to thank you, Chris," she said. "You're an accomplished lover. You can fuck me anytime you want." She turned her attention to her son. "That goes for you, too, Alec."
"I'd better go clean up," Chris said.
"Wait." Rose reached out and grabbed her nephew's sticky-wet prick. "That's a mother's-and an aunt's-job."
Chris lay beside the prostrate Alec and watched in amazement as his aunt bent over his genitals and used her lips and tongue to suck and lick away all traces of the semen and vaginal juices on his dick. She worked on Alec at the same time, slurping her tongue up one side of his penis and down the other, licking away and sucking it clean until the flesh was red.
"I don't know which I like better," Alec said thoughtfully. "Before, or after."
"I like them both," his cousin said agreeably.
Chris looked up into the doorway to see Nina Robinson standing there in her wispy nightgown, staring angrily at him.
"You know what's wrong with this whole fucking family," Nina asked, her voice trembling. "All everybody thinks about all the time is sex, sex, nothing but sex!" She turned and fled down the hall.
Chris stared at the empty doorway. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, puzzled.
"A slight case of jealousy, I'm afraid," Aunt Rose explained. "Don't worry, she'll get over it." She smiled. "Besides, Nina wanted an excuse to hop into bed with your father. Now she has it!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Nina stormed from the bedroom where her mother had just been fucked by her brother and her cousin, she realized she was being emotional and irrational. Yet even her psychiatrist father recognized this trait in women, even sometimes in those females in his own family. Nina herself had inklings of what it was-jealousy. In the few hours they'd been together, she'd formed an emotional attachment toward her cousin Chris.
All during the night she'd dreamed of his bronzed athletic figure moving naked over her, his lovely cock up stiff and pressing in between her legs. She loved his lips on the nipples of her breasts, his hands massaging her ass, his finger delving into the moist heat of her cunt.
She'd hurried to his room to have him fuck her again, first thing that morning-only to discover her mother had beat her to it. Nina realized she shouldn't be selfish-her father had taught them differently-but then wasn't her own mother selfish for taking two of the four men on the island at once?
In passing through the corridor, Nina had not missed the inspiring sight of her Uncle Ben lying on his back, stark naked, his thick cock pointing toward the ceiling. I suppose Carol will beat me to him, Nina thought-and hurried. In the doorway to his bedroom, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Her slim-figured cousin was not there as she'd half feared. Uncle Ben was in the same position as before, snoring soundly away.
Nina went into the room and closed the door securely behind her. She didn't want any interruptions, and she'd just as soon make her cousin Chris wonder and worry about what she was doing with his father. She advanced to the bed, pulled her thin nightgown over her head and let it drift to the floor. Then she lay on the bed with her feet sharing the pillow with Uncle Ben's head and boldly reached out for his cock with both hands. He murmured in his sleep, and the smile on his almost homely face got broader.
Nina licked her lips as she stared at the thick-veined column of warm, throbbing flesh in her hands. Sex always excited her, but there had been times when it was especially so. The time with Chris had been one. She'd thought she'd become so blase about fucking and cocksucking and all the rest of it that she'd take it as a matter of course. But now once again the feel of an unfamiliar cock nestled in her hands and the knowledge that she would be soon kissing and licking it intimately and then placing it in her cunt, made her as excited as she'd been yesterday with the man's son. More so! she thought defiantly.
She bent her head to it and tentatively stretched out her tongue to lick the very tip of the cock. Uncle Ben sighed. Thus encouraged, she pressed her lips against the end of his cock and gently massaged his flesh with them. She pursed her lips and blew at the end of it while her fingers danced along the sides.
Uncle Ben laughed and squirmed as though her actions tickled him pleasantly. "That's it, honey," he murmured, his eyes still closed, 'suck it, suck it."
That was just what Nina intended to do-among other things. She cradled his balls with one hand and steadied his cock with her thumb and forefinger securely placed around the base of the shaft. She ran her tongue all over the top of his cock, then down along the sides in a slow spiral until she got to the bottom, after which the spiral curved upward to the very tip once again.
Still asleep, Uncle Ben made automatic thrusts with his hips. She was getting him turned on, that was certain. Nina smiled and attacked his genitals with renewed enthusiasm. Her mouth and tongue labored all over his crotch, kissing, licking, sucking his cock, pulling at his sweaty, musk-scented balls with her lips, all the while pulling and massaging his throbbing shaft with her agile fingers.
"Oh, honey," he moaned, "that's beautiful. Just beautiful."
She glanced up the length of his body to see that his eyes were open, but he wasn't looking at her face. Her legs were stretched out alongside him, with one of them bent and lifted so that her own crotch was there right in front of his admiring face as soon as he awakened.
At first Ben Hardy thought he was dreaming. If it was a dream, then he didn't want to wake up. However, as sleep faded and consciousness came to him more and more, the sensual delights he felt became sharper and more real to him. There was actually someone in bed with him, sucking his cock.
From force of habit he assumed it was Carol, and he kept his eyes closed and prepared to enjoy this moment of relaxation. But something was different. Breasts, for one-or rather, two-things. Those tits dangling over his legs and stomach were a lot fuller than Carol's. Besides, the tonguing technique was different. Rose, he thought pleasantly.
But when he opened his eyes and stared directly into the snatch, he knew it wasn't his sister either. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Nina Robinson, his niece, glancing expectantly up at him even while she continued running her tongue along his stiff cock.
Finally he did look down at her and he smiled. "Honey," he told her, "from the moment I first laid eyes on you, I wanted us to get together like this. In fact, I was just dreaming of you."
"You were-really?" Nina said. She tried to retain her sophisticated manner and failed.
"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," he said, "not to my own flesh and blood. Come on, honey, put it in your mouth and suck it good for old Uncle Ben."
He lifted his hips, took her brown-haired head between the palms of his hands and forced her mouth down on him. She opened her mouth wide and he shoved his cock deep into the opening with such force she started to gag. She caught her breath, however, closed her lips tightly about its throbbing length and then began to raise and lower her head rhythmically.
Nina was glad that Chris had been occupied. She'd wondered what Uncle Ben would be like, and now she was finding out. So far she liked his manly, forceful manner. She liked the taste of his cock in her mouth, the smell of his balls and pubic hair filling her nostrils. She was determined to give the older man as good a time in the sack as her cousin Carol-and even her own mother-could.
Ben Hardy rested his head on Nina's inner thigh and watched as his own cock went sliding in and out of the teenage girl's receptive mouth as her head rose and fell over his crotch.
Oh, honey, he thought, elated, you're great. Not only have you got big tits, but you're young, too. It was a wicked combination, one he'd learned to appreciate when the girl's mother was that age.
As she crouched over him, Ben reached down and fondled her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his knuckles to make them stiff. Then he ran his hands along her squirming thighs, over her heaving belly, then on the insides of her glistening thighs, around the leg to her firm ass.
Her snatch was staring him right in the face, but he saved that for last. He probed the wet, hairy hole with his fingers, parting the folds of the lips and dragging a knuckle into her clit with such force she winced.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," he said quickly, "did I hurt you?"
His cock still in her mouth, she shook her head no.
"Here," he said anyway, "I'll kiss it better for you." He buried his head in her crotch and planted a juicy kiss directly on her snatch. He grinned as she shuddered from the contact. He'd never been much of a snatch sucker at first, but some young whores on the mainland had suggested he try it. He did and found it helped work him up even more. Also, the girls themselves seemed to like it. He started practicing on his daughter Carol, just for variety, and found that she got very excited when he did it to her. Of course it would never replace straight fucking. Nothing was better than having his cock ramming in and out of some young girl's hot snatch. As he thought of that, Ben Hardy lifted his head from Nina's crotch and husked, "Come on, honey. Let's you and me fuck!"
Nina took her uncle's cock and rubbed it against her cheek, smiling at his words. Her own father didn't object to the word "fuck," but he seldom used it. She supposed it was his college education that made him say intercourse most of the time. As for Alec, he preferred the word 'screw." It was a pleasant change to be with a man who merely said to her, "Let's fuck!"
"Let's," she said. "I want to feel your big cock in my hot cunt, Uncle Ben."
"That makes two of us, honey," Uncle Ben said. He didn't waste any time. He pulled her up beside him on the bed and rolled over onto her, crushing the breath from her lungs with the weight of his big body.
Nina spread her legs for him while he thumped his cock between her legs, seeking the lips of her warm, moist cunt. Finding the opening, he reared back like a stallion and shoved his cock all the way into her.
She almost screamed as he entered her. His cock seemed bigger than her father's, thicker-and certainly rougher. Despite her frequent fuckings at the hands, cocks, and bodies of her father and her brother, Nina knew her cunt was still quite tight. But she wouldn't have had it any other way. She liked the way a man's cock slammed into her, and she knew he liked the way her vaginal muscles gripped him tightly from all sides, squeezing delight from his body.
Uncle Ben was all man, there was no question of that. He yanked his cock out almost all the way, then pounded it fiercely into her cunt. He did this over and over again, while he bruised her breasts with his hairy hands and mashed his panting lips against her mouth. She felt like a virgin all over again and thought she was going to be ripped apart by this sexual animal with his battering ram of a stiff cock. But she loved it. "Fuck me, Uncle," she cried. "That's it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
She knew she was shouting, but she didn't care. Let Chris and the others know what I'm doing, what a grand time I'm having fucking Uncle Ben. She clawed his back with her fingernails, clamped her legs firmly about his back, and began rocking and rolling under his thrusting body. She loved a man who acted the caveman. She enjoyed being taken forcibly as Uncle Ben was taking her. There was no nonsense about the man. He had a stiff cock, and he wanted a woman-so he took her. He was like some big beautiful sexy animal in heat, doing what comes naturally. He had only one thought on his mind-sexual satisfaction-and that same thought was on hers.
She loved it all. She loved every thick inch of his cock she'd sucked on, that was now ramming relentlessly in and out of her fiery cunt. She loved every square inch of his hairy body sweating, huffing and puffing, forcing her own breath from her with each plunge of passion. She knew she was going to have a few bruises on her body, but that was all right, too. It would be something she could flaunt in front of Chris and make him sorry he'd taken her mother instead of waiting for her.
As for Ben, he always enjoyed fucking-but especially so with a new girl. The mysteries of sister Rose's voluptuous body had been renewed with great delight. But her daughter Nina's flesh was unfamiliar, and he was having the time of his life exploring it. It sure beat going to whores on the mainland.
There was nothing wrong with it, but it was sometimes too cut and dried. He often had the feeling they were sucking and fucking just to get his money and they'd have just as much enthusiasm with some other guy.
But little Nina was not like that. No money was involved, and she only wanted him for his body and for the pleasure his cock could give her. She was a sweet-fucking piece of ass that really turned him on. Nice-looking all over. He wondered if she had a lot of boyfriends. Probably. But if he knew Dr. John Robinson, the man wasn't allowing her to put out for any of them. Inside the family, anything went, but no fucking around in the outside world.
Which would make the seventeen-year-old sexpot hot for any new body in the family-like his, for instance. She'd welcome a new cock with open mouth and legs, just as she was doing now. It was a shame she wouldn't be around for longer than the few weeks scheduled for the vacation. He'd like to have Nina around all the time. And Rose, too, of course. And the twins, Robin and Polly. I could have me my own private harem, Ben Hardy thought with a grin.
It was a pleasant dream, but it was just that-only a dream. In a few weeks, Nina, Rose, Polly, and Robin would be back up in the states being fucked by John and Alec Robinson-while poor Uncle Ben would have to content himself with the slim-figured daughter Carol, and an occasional young Mexican prostitute on the mainland. Unless, he thought, some miracle happened. He'd put his mind to it and see if he could work one.
Meanwhile, there was the voluptuous Nina under him, squirming her crotch against him while he pumped his cock in and out of her delicious young snatch. He ran his fingers through her upswept but now mussed brown hair and mashed his mouth over her lips, probing her mouth with his tongue. He moved his hands down to her large, firm breasts and pinched and kneaded them with rough fingers. He felt his cock swell inside her snatch with more enthusiasm than he'd ever had. His head swam before the tingling sensation of this strange, wonderful, exotically female body twisting under and against him.
Nina felt her orgasm coming, and she knew it was going to be a big one. Uncle Ben's big cock rubbed the nub of her clit one way and another with each stroke in and out, bringing a sharp sensation of pleasure with each delightful touch. Buried deep inside her cunt, his flesh brought her moaning to a peak of passion that made her mind whirl. She perspired profusely and her loins seemed to be on fire. She gasped as it hit her. She caught her breath and shook from head to toe, shuddering with a series of quick spasms that caused her cunt muscles to contract and tighten about her uncle's swollen cock.
That did it. Ben couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to-and he didn't want to. He increased his frantic strokes, plunging his cock swiftly and furiously into the snatch that gripped him. He held onto Nina's hips so tightly she winced, but he didn't notice. His body straightened out and he shook the bed with the fury of his orgasm. Deep inside the young girl, his cock straightened itself even more, grew more swollen, and spurted bursts of juice inside her.
For a moment they lay silent, gasping in air, and Ben let his cock remain inside her snatch. Impulsively, Nina grabbed the man and hugged him, planting a juicy kiss on his lips. "You were wonderful, Uncle Ben," she said. "I don't know when I've had a better fucking." She hoped Chris was outside the door listening.
"Me, too, honey," Ben Hardy said with a grin. "You're the best piece of ass I've had in a long time." His smile faded slightly as he realized what he'd said. It was true enough, but he didn't want his sister Rose to get angry with him. The full truth was, of course, that whatever girl he was with was the best piece of ass he'd ever had. If Rose was to be the next one, at that time she'd be the best. Hell, he thought, the whole fucking family is great.
When Uncle Ben rolled off her and lay on his back, Nina idly drew her finger across his cock. "I hope you'll be able to come up and visit us once in a while," she said hopefully.
"You can plan on it, honey," he said. "I wouldn't want to be without your lovely snatch for very long."
Nina smiled contentedly. Not only was she sexually satisfied, her uncle's words were comforting. Despite her anger at Chris, she knew she'd miss running her fingers through his short blond hair, rubbing her breasts against his naked chest, and pressing her hot cunt into his lovely cock.
A knock sounded at the door. "Hey, you two," Carol's voice came through, "are you going to sleep in there all day?"
"We weren't sleeping," Nina said, unable to keep the triumph from her tone, "we were fucking-among other things."
The words didn't faze the slim girl. "Well, get up if you want breakfast." She went away.
Uncle Ben rose and began dressing. "Carol's a pretty good cook, and I'm starved."
"There's only one thing I'm hungry for," Nina said, staring at his dangling cock.
Uncle Ben laughed, pleased. "Later, honey," he said, adding mentally, and often!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Carol," John Robinson said, squeezing the slim girl's leg under the breakfast table, "you're a marvelous cook."
Everybody, their mouths filled with eggs and tomatoes, could only nod agreement-except for Nina, who sulked and thought, Well, at least I've got bigger breasts!
They were gathered on wooden benches around a large, heavy redwood table on the patio in the shade from the overhanging roof. It was the beginning of a hot day, and the girls had dressed in shorts and halters, which fact also pleased the men.
Ben Hardy was seated between his sister Rose Robinson and her daughter Nina, and as he ate he alternately ran his hands along their naked legs and thighs, between the legs and up to the crotch. It was under cover of the table, but Ben knew that nobody really gave a damn. They were one big happy, sexy family-and anything went, anytime.
Nina gave Chris a disdainful smile and casually-but obviously, for he was watching her closely-moved her hand over to Uncle Ben's lap. Through the cloth of his trousers she rubbed the bulge in his pants and felt the answering quiver of his cock nestled there. From the corner of her eye she noted her father's disapproving glance at her actions. She realized he was not objecting to her intimacy with his brother-in-law in public, but her using this means of revenge against her cousin Chris. A sudden burst of shame filled her. Her Uncle Ben was great in bed. She loved his cock pumping frantically in and out of her hot, juicy cunt, and she wanted him to do it to her again. But damn it, it was Chris she loved!
"Today's Sunday," Ben Hardy said, "and there's a bullfight in the arena if anyone wants to see it."
"You don't mean here on the island?" Rose said.
"No, it's in town." He laughed. "I know it doesn't seem like much of a town, but it does cater to tourists quite a bit. Besides the bullring, they've got some pretty interesting nightclub shows."
"That's not a bad idea," John Robinson mused. "I haven't seen a bullfight in years. And those nightclubs might be fun later."
"Bullfights-yech!" Robin and Polly chorused, shuddering.
"They're not really bloody," Alec said. "I saw one in Tijuana once. You'll probably love it once you get used to it."
"I don't know," John said. "It might be a bad experience for the girls just now. Especially if they don't really want to see it-"
"We can stay here," Robin suggested, "and go swimming and exploring and things."
"Sure," Polly put in, "we'll be all right until you get back."
"I don't know," their mother said, looking doubtful. "I hate to leave you two all alone here on the island."
Chris said, "I'll stay here with them. I've seen lots of bullfights and I don't particularly want to go today. I'm bushed. I've had a hard morning." He glanced at Nina when he said that, then swiveled his head to smile affectionately at his Aunt Rose. He also obviously put his hand on the woman's leg under the table. Nina hmpfed and turned away.
"I think," John Robinson said slowly, "that's a good idea."
It'll separate our two quarreling lovers, for one thing, he thought, and it'll give me a chance to have a heart to heart talk with Nina.
"It's all settled then," Ben Hardy said exuberantly. "The events start about four-thirty, so if we leave after lunch we'll have plenty of time to drive into town."
"Wonderful," Nina enthused, gripping her uncle's cock under the table and giving Chris a meaningful glance, "I'm sure we'll all have a wonderful time."
Nina ignored the sharp look her father gave her. After breakfast, she deliberately walked away, saying she was going for a stroll, so he wouldn't lecture her on manners. She was just around the bend of a clump of tropical trees when Chris caught up with her.
He said, "What's biting you?"
"Nothing."
"You're angry with me."
"Ami?"
"Listen," he said, running a frustrated hand through his blond crewcut, "what do you expect me to do when your mother crawls into bed with me and grabs my dick?"
She didn't answer him.
"Oh, come on, you're not jealous of your own mother, are you?" he said incredulously.
It sounded silly to her, but she wasn't about to back down now. "I really don't care who you fuck, Mr. Hardy," she told him haughtily.
"Well, I care," he said.
He moved in close to her and pulled her savagely to him, mashing his lips over the startled girl's mouth before she could protest. He pressed the front of his trousers against the front of her shorts, and his hands moved down along the small of her back and cupped her firm buttocks. Despite his recent early-morning activity with the girl's mother, Chris felt his dick start to respond excitedly.
"Let me go, let me go!" Nina squirmed against him, trying to get away. "I don't want you to kiss me. I don't want you to do anything to me, Mr. Hardy."
She was lying and she knew it. She could hardly catch her breath as his hands roamed over her ass, massaging the warm flesh under the thin-materialed shorts. His mouth on hers felt very good, and so did the bulge in the front of his pants as he mashed it close to her groin.
One of his hands left her buttocks and moved to caress her breasts, first outside the thin halter, then under the rim to the naked flesh, where her nipples began erecting against his palm.
"Come on," he said, "let's hump and make up."
She couldn't help but smile. "Hump? That's a funny word for it."
"Okay then, fuck, screw-anything you want to call it." He groaned. "Come on, Nina, you know how I feel about you, baby."
"How do you feel?" she asked him, excited herself by his closeness.
"I love you," he said.
"And what else?"
"I want to hump you, love you, fuck you, screw you."
His words filled her with a growing desire. She rubbed her haltered breasts against his chest and reached down to massage the bulge in front of his pants.
She said, 'Tell me exactly what you'd like to do to me, Chris!"
He muttered hoarsely, "I want to shove my dick up the lovely hairy hole between your legs. I want to kiss your breasts, suck your nipples."
"You want to lick my cunt?" she asked him.
"Yes, oh, yes," he said, trembling.
He was beginning to make thrusting motions with his crotch against her. His eyes were glazed and his breath became gasps. The feel of his stiffening cock turned her on sexually, as did his words concerning what he'd like to do. She loved it when a man said dirty words to her. The sounds of them sent goose pimples running up and down her spine and then back down to explode in her cunt. Her heart hammering in her rib cage, she took hold of his zipper and gently eased it down.
"You can go to the bullfights with us," she said. "I'm sure we'll stay overnight, and you and I can be alone together. Chris-all night, just the two of us, with no interruptions."
She reached in and found his stiffening cock and curled her fingers around its naked, throbbing length.
"Who-who'll stay with the twins?" he asked her, probing her mouth with his tongue. "Alec can stay."
"But he wants to see the bullfight," Chris protested. He could hardly speak. His cousin's hand on his dick was making his so sexually excited he couldn't stand still. "Besides, he's never humped my sister, and I can tell he's looking forward to it."
"Fuck Carol!" Nina said angrily.
Chris forced a smile to his face. "That's just what he wants to do. And I know Carol is anticipating it, too."
"I don't give a damn about either of them," Nina said, really annoyed now. "I'm talking about us, Chris, you and me, and the fun we can have together."
Chris obviously didn't know what words to use, but he knew he had to say something. He said, "I've got the rest of the family to think about, even if you don't."
A grim look came over Nina's face as she released his cock. "You haven't fucked Robin and Polly yet, have you?"
"What does that mean?" he wanted to know.
"It means I think you're hot for a pair of thirteen-year-old girls who don't have any breasts to speak of," she flared. "You'd rather stay here and fuck the twins than be with me!"
"That's not true."
"If it's not true, then come with us," she said, her voice getting persuasive again, her hand returning to his crotch.
"I-I can't," he said helplessly.
She yanked her hand away from his cock. "If you can't, I'm sure your father can. He's a better lover than you are or ever will be. So go fuck yourself!"
She turned and stamped away. Irritated, Chris flung after her, "I don't have to. I'll have fun while you're gone, don't worry about that."
He turned to find his Uncle John beside him. The older man placed a consoling arm around the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Chris, she'll get over it," John assured him. "I've been a psychiatrist for a good many years and I still don't understand women most of the time. Tonight I'll stay with her and have a little talk about this."
"I'd appreciate it, sir," Chris said, meaning it.
Chris was aware of an empty feeling in his gut. It was partially physical from having been sexually worked up without following through to orgasm. It was also sorrow for having alienated his cousin Nina, with whom he'd fallen quite in love. But. it's not, he told himself, going to stop me from having sex with the twins, Robin and Polly.
Chris had never had two girls at once before. His father had, of course, on the mainland in the whorehouses he frequented. He was also aware that his father and Robin and Polly had gone to bed earlier the previous evening while everybody else was down at the beach, and the older man had had a perfectly contented look on his face afterward.
Later in the day they all put on their bathing suits and frolicked about on the beach and in the water. The gulf was warm and very clear, and swimming through it was very pleasant. Alec couldn't keep his eyes off Carol's slim, bikini-clad figure, and he got a stiff pecker from trying to picture her naked. Several times Carol glanced over to see him watching her, and automatically her eyes went to his crotch where the telltale bulge told her what he was thinking. She responded by blushing, pleased by the attention and by the results of the attention.
She thought Alec was very nice, but that was only natural for she thought his father was an exceptional man as well. She'd never enjoyed more the feel of the older man's prick as he shoved it up her pussy, and she was sure that fifteen-year-old Alec would be nice to screw, too. It bothered her to see the longing looks her brother Chris gave Nina who kept running about on the shore and in the surf probably (so Carol suspected) so her big breasts would keep bouncing. Once the girl's halter came undone, falling into the water, and her naked breasts flopped into full view. Carol's father Ben was nearby at the time and only too happy to assist in putting the halter back into place, making sure he got a lot of feels in along the way.
Okay, she thought, so some men liked to milk cows, that was their business. She had enough in the breast department herself to satisfy any man. Uncle John had told her that, and the way his son Alec was staring at her seemed to verify it. She even managed to swim near Alec as they darted through the clear water close to the body. On impulse Alec grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips and hugged her close to him. Carol's eyes sparkled, and she reached down and boldly grabbed the fifteen-year-old boy's cock through his bathing trunks and squeeze. Later, when they were in town, there would be more, but for now it made her intentions quite clear to him.
Rose Hardy Robinson came laughing, gasping up onto the shore and fell onto the sand. At her heels was her brother Ben, also laughing, wheezing from the effort as his legs splashed through the water, his eyes riveted to his sister's churning ass just in front of him. He fell to the sand beside her, quickly grabbed her by her breasts and kissed her passionately.
"You naughty boy," she scolded playfully, "what you must be thinking."
"You know damn well what I'm thinking, Rose," he said with a coarse laugh. "I can hardly keep my hands off you. You've got a lovely ass, tits, snatch-everything. I've got me a stiff cock that won't stop, and I want us to fuck."
"I thought you were hot for my daughter Nina," Rose teased, but it was obvious his words pleased her.
"Of course I am-because she reminds me of you.
But you can still teach her a few things about pleasing a man, honey. I want to definitely stay over in town tonight, so you and I can be together."
Rose's face turned serious. "I'd like to, Ben, but do you really think the twins will be all right?"
"Of course they will. Nothing ever happens out here on the island. Besides, Chris will be looking after them. They can fish and swim and go exploring and-" he grinned lasciviously-"have other kinds of fun, and we'll be back first thing in the morning. Just as long as they don't-" He stopped.
"As long as they don't what?"
"Oh, there are some caves on the island that go back pretty deep. The whole place is honeycombed with them. I told Chris not to wander too far into them."
"You mean he could get lost in there?" Rose asked incredulously.
Ben Hardy shrugged. "I don't think so, especially if there are others along. It's like being lost in the woods-you could keep going around in circles and not realize it."
"I wish you'd speak to him about it," Rose said.
"I will, Rose, I promise," her brother said. "I'll tell him not to do any exploring." He added mentally, Except exploring those two young bitches' bodies, of course. Remembering the twins' sexual enthusiasm with him, Ben knew his son Chris was going to have himself one hell of a fucking good time with them. Later, on the boat heading toward the mainland, when Rose asked him if he'd remembered to warn Chris about the caves, Ben Hardy lied and said he had. He rationalized to himself, however, that Chris was going to be too busy fucking two nubile and willing thirteen-year-old girls to probably even get out of the house.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Robin, Polly, and Chris stood on the dock waving good-bye to the motor launch as it pulled away and headed toward the mainland. When the boat was out of sight, they turned and headed back toward the hacienda.
"Well, what would you girls like to do?" Chris asked them.
"Gee, I don't know, Chris," Robin said. "What would you like to do, Polly?"
Polly wet her lips and stared at his crotch. "I'd like to screw," she said.
Robin was shocked. "Polly!"
"Well, I would. And so would you, you know it," Polly said defensively. "After all, we're related to him, aren't we?"
Chris laughed self-consciously. All morning and early afternoon he'd been almost painfully aware that, he would be stranded on an island here with two thirteen-year-old girls. Trying not to be obvious about it, he'd examined every part of their young female bodies and liked what he saw. Their legs in the bikinis were slim and nice-looking. Their bellies were slightly rounded, puckered at the belly button. Their breasts might one day turn out like Nina's and their mother's, but right now they were rather shallow-which didn't bother the seventeen-year-old youth because he'd humped his sister many a time and her breasts were not very big-especially when she was only thirteen, three years ago.
Robin pouted that she wasn't the one to suggest a fucking spree. She said, "We can do that later. I'd like to explore the island some more."
"I want to screw," Polly said. "What's left to see on this dumb island anyway? We've seen everything, haven't we, Chris?"
"Almost," Chris said.
"What do you mean, almost?" Robin wanted to know.
The boy hesitated. "Well, there are some caves that stretch back quite a ways underground. I have the feeling there might be some treasure hidden someplace down there."
Even Robin's eyes widened at that. "Treasure?"
"Sure," Chris went on. "There are rumors that pirates came through this area many centuries ago, left chests full of gold and jewels and never came back for them."
"Wow," Polly said in awe.
"But we can't go into the caves," Chris said.
"Why not?"
"Because I promised my father I wouldn't go into them. He thinks it might be dangerous." He shrugged and a smile blossomed on his face. "So I guess we'll just have to-uh-screw, like Polly says."
Polly shook her head. "Uh-uh. We can screw later. Right now, I want to search for buried treasure."
Chris was honestly sorry now he'd mentioned it. He had no desire to disobey his father's orders. At a sudden thought said, "Let's put it this way, girls, if we don't have sex first, then I won't show you the caves where the treasure is buried."
"That's blackmail!" Polly protested.
"It's still early," Robin said. "We can do some fucking at the hacienda, then go into the caves, and when we come back we can celebrate by doing some more fucking."
"Well," Polly said reluctantly, "all right."
Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He'd delay having an orgasm as much as possible to make the sex act with the girls last as long as he could. Then when it got dark, it would be too late to go into the caves, and he'd put it off until tomorrow-when the others would be back from the mainland.
Once inside the hacienda, the twins headed directly for Chris' bedroom, each one of them holding onto his hand and pulling him. Robin's eagerness had returned, now that she was so close to having a fresh young male peter to look at, to fondle and pull and suck on and stick up her pussy. Uncle Ben had been a welcome change of pace, and now her cousin Chris would have some new flesh to offer. Polly felt very smug about her actions. Usually it was her sister Robin who was the bold one, but it was little Polly who'd suggested they do some screwing and who'd urged them to search the caves for pirate treasure.
In the bedroom, Chris allowed his eyes to roam over the bikini-clad twin bodies, the bare legs, the fledgling breasts under the skimpy halters. He recalled the pleasant daydreams he'd had of the two young females crawling nakedly over his responding male body, and he shuddered with anticipation.
Together they lay on the bed and started to kiss each other. Their mouths were warm and wet as they moved over his lips, and Chris returned their kisses with a great deal of enthusiasm. He'd vowed to not think of Nina-a vow he was having no trouble keeping, under the circumstances, as his hands roamed ininhibitedly over the twins' squirming bodies, fondling the breasts under the halters, delving between their legs to rub the thin cloth at the crotch. Their own hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his fly, unbuckling his belt.
He groaned as four hands grabbed his dick at the same time. "I think," he said, "we'd all better get undressed."
He quickly pulled off his own clothing while the twins removed their halters and bikini bottoms. Their bodies were smooth, white, slim, with rounded mounds of pubescent breasts, curved thighs, slim legs.
"You like what you see, cousin Chris?" Robin said flirtatiously.
Wetting his lips, Chris could only nod. The sight of all that naked female flesh made his mind spin. He didn't know where to begin.
"Well," Polly said impatiently, "are we going to screw or aren't we?"
Chris went into action. He lay on his back between the two prone girls and pulled them both against him. He alternately kissed one and then the other on the lips, inserting his tongue deep into the warm, wet opening with quick strokes. The girls returned his kisses just as passionately, while they rubbed their crotches against his leg and moved the nipples of their shallow breasts against his chest, tickling and titillating him. Their hands roamed over his dick and his balls, squeezing, kneading, while his own hands grew busy on their nipples turning hard with passion, and then between their legs where his fingers probed the dewy hot openings fringed with downy outcroppings of light pubic hair.
He found their clits and, with his middle fingers imbedded in their vaginal lips, he rubbed the upstanding flesh with furious but meaningful strokes to which the twins answered with moans of delight.
"I want to suck it," Polly almost shrieked. "I want to suck his peter."
"Me, too," Robin moaned, sorry again she didn't think of it first.
"Be patient, girls," Chris said with a smile, "there's plenty for everyone." He reminded himself once again that he mustn't come too soon, or he'd have another argument on his hands about the caves. It wasn't going to be easy, for his dick was already up as stiff as it was likely to get and was throbbing like it usually did when he was on his way to coming.
Polly bent over her cousin's peter, holding the base of it in her slim fingers. The end of it gaped at her, with a slight trace of moisture welling in the tiny opening at the very tip. She extended her tongue and licked away the wetness with such enthusiasm the boy squirmed and almost pulled his peter from her grasp. But she settled her other hand around his balls to steady him and herself and bent forward more to kiss and suck on the end of the column of flesh she held rigidly in her grip.
Robin was not about to be outdone. She kissed Chris furiously on the mouth, then transferred her affections to his nipples, going from one to another almost frantically, remembering her father had once told her that they were erogenous zones on many males as well as on females. She remembered suddenly how her Uncle Ben had surprised her by fingering her asshole and then licking it as well as her pussy. It had been a thrilling experience she'd never felt before, having a man's tongue working over any hole other than her pussy, and it had been strangely exciting to her. Her cousin Chris' peter was not available, but maybe he'd like to have his own asshole licked!
She didn't bother asking him. She just dove over onto the other side of him and wedged her head under one of his legs, twisting her face around until she was facing his ass directly. From her vantage point she could see his balls and above that his stiff peter disappearing rhythmically into her sister's slurping mouth. Polly was hardly aware she was there, but Chris soon would be. She used both her hands to separate the cheeks of his ass, then eagerly she pressed her face forward. She'd come to like the musky smells of a man's genitals when he was sexually excited, and now new smells around his asshole drifted to fill her nostrils as she delved closer to the puckered opening. Impulsively, she planted a wet kiss directly over the opening and smiled to herself as Chris gasped. Not wishing to have him relax, she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the opening all over before forcing her tongue inside with quick motions.
Chris shuddered and summoned all his strength of will to keep from coming. He could see why his father liked to have two young girls work him over. No matter where he looked there was a luscious piece of young female anatomy waiting for his touch or his kiss. At this time, Polly was busy cradling his balls and sucking his dick, while her sister Robin was lower with her tongue laving his asshole. Both of the girls presented their nicely rounded asses to him-Polly's to the left, Robin's to the right. Idly, as he felt his dick swell inside Polly's eager mouth, he ran his hands over the shapely asses aimed at him. The flesh was firm and smooth and warm. He moved his palms over them and down the twin cracks splitting the center. He could see the holes between their legs with delightful clarity, hanging there surrounded by wispy strands of wet, matted pubic hair. Simultaneously, his fingers probed the damp forests and crooked upward into the holes where the hot flesh quivered and sucked at him, while both girls moaned and murmured into his genitals.
He was going to come, he knew it. The combination of Polly's mouth frantically but expertly sucking his dick and Robin's tongue up his asshole were getting to him faster than he imagined possible "Wait!" he gasped. "Let's-let's do it the regular way."
Once again Polly was the winner. In a swift maneuver that surprised even her, she released his peter and rolled over on her back beside her cousin, after which she proceeded to pull him over on top of her. Robin was hampered by her ungainly position, and by the time she'd lifted up her head and whirled around, Chris was already between her sister's legs, which had clamped tightly about him.
"Hey," she pouted, "that's not fair."
"I'll do Polly first," Chris grunted, plunging his dick into the hole, "then you." He gritted his teeth and thrust in and out of the girl's vagina with rhythmic strokes, trying desperately to keep from coming. He buried his face in her long straight black hair and felt her rub her stiff nipples against his naked chest, felt her bump and grind her groin to meet his thrusting dick. He could feel her getting more and more excited as he pumped into her. Her heart beat rapidly and her breathing became erratic.
"Oh!" Polly moaned suddenly. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
She opened her mouth wide and covered his lips with it as she pulled him close to her and spread her legs wide over his behind and flailed them vigorously in the throes of orgasm.
One humped, another to go, Chris thought determinedly. It occurred to him too late that if he'd come with Polly, he might be able to convince Robin to wait until his dick got hard again. That would take up enough time for it to get dark outside and too late for cave exploring. He said, "Next," and rolled off one twin.
Robin was ready for him, flat on her back on the big double bed, arms and legs spread eagerly to accept him and his body. As the weight of him crushed the breath from her, she scissored her legs at the small of his back while her hand guided his peter expertly up her hot, wet, and pulsing pussy. She squealed as he entered her fully, then she raked his back with her nails while she began a rocking motion under him.
Chris shuddered and clutched her rounded, churning ass with both hands. He tried to hold back but he could hardly think. Her loins pounded relentlessly at him and he could do nothing but plunge in and out of her at a rapid rate and hope for the best.
It was like a new experience for Robin. She hadn't particularly liked the taste of her cousin's asshole, but the mere idea of it was so sexy as to be very stimulating to her. Also, his maleness was new. The passion-contorted face hovering over her was an un-used-to sight, as was the feel of his thick peter throbbing into her hot pussy. She appreciated this and so did her own body, for it grew very hot and sweaty and she felt the first gushing of orgasm exploding inside her so furiously her entire body trembled and she heard hissing sounds slithering from her throat and past her lips as she came in a series of spasms that seemed to not stop but to go on forever.
Chris grunted. Aware of the girl's orgasm, he knew there was little point in even trying to hold off. He didn't think he could have, anyway. He was already way past the point of not returning, and all it took was the thought to send him careening over the top. With a wild cry, he gripped Robin's ass in both his hands and began pumping swiftly into her until his dick grew even more swollen inside her and spasmed, spurting jets of semen deep inside his cousin's writhing body.
He was hardly through with Robin before Polly leaped up off the bed and said, "Okay, let's go find that pirate treasure."
Chris forced a laugh. "You've got a one-track mind."
"Well, you did promise," Robin reminded him.
"Yeah, I guess I did," Chris agreed reluctantly, "but-" He glanced out of the bedroom window, where the sun was settling quickly toward the horizon. "But it's going to be dark pretty soon."
"All the more reason," Polly said, "that we get started right away."
"That's right," her sister agreed, leaping from the bed to put on her bikini.
"We really shouldn't," Chris said. "My father says it's dangerous."
"Your father doesn't have to know, silly," Robin said. "He won't be back until tomorrow morning. Come on, before it gets dark. We can go into the cave just a little way."
"Oh, what are we arguing about, anyway?" Polly said, obviously irritated. "If the little boy doesn't want to go, we'll just go ourselves."
"But you can't do that," Chris objected. "You don't know where the caves are. You might get lost."
"If we do," Robin smirked, "we'll blame it on you."
"Yeah," Polly put in, "and we'll tell Nina what a fraidy-cat you were."
Chris sighed. It seemed he didn't have much choice in the matter. Well, he'd take them into the caves a little ways and then come back. He wanted to be on their good sides, because later he wanted to sleep with them and have them play with his dick and suck on it again. Besides, he didn't want Nina to think he was afraid of a dumb cave or of going against his father's wishes. As for that last, well, the old man didn't have to know about it, did he? "Okay," he said.
"Good," the twins squealed in unison.
Chris dressed, got a three-cell flashlight from a drawer, and led the way. The sun still hovered like a red eye above the horizon as they made their way through the clearing then across a heavily vegetated area of banana trees and tall, stately palms. A large outcropping of rock loomed before them. At the base was a small opening that was like a dark inkblot on the white rock.
"We'll have to crawl through there," Chris directed. "Once inside, we can stand up, though." He -edged ahead of them. "I'll go first, since I've got the light." He got down on his hands and knees and started to crawl through the opening. When only his legs and ass were visible, a giggling Robin bent down and began tickling his backside. "Hey," his muffled tones came to them, "cut that out."
Polly, getting into the spirit of the thing, ran her hands between his legs, using the tips of her fingers to tickle his peter and balls.
Finally, he squirmed through, and they could almost hear him gritting his teeth inside the cave. He said, "All right, come on in."
"You first," Polly said.
"All right," Robin said suspiciously, "but don't goose me."
"I won't."
Robin got on her hands and knees and crawled into the opening. It was inky black except for a few feet yonder where she could see the beam of Chris' flashlight. Then she yelped as Polly's fingers slashed between her legs, rubbing her pussy with vigorous strokes. "That was a dirty trick," Robin said, when her sister stuck her head in.
"But it was fun, wasn't it?" Polly smirked. "You wouldn't have minded if it was Uncle Ben feeling you up."
Robin blushed. To change the subject, she said, "That's not much of a light you've got there."
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "I should've checked the batteries back at the hacienda." In the dim light, his face was worried. "I don't know how much longer the light will hold out, so we better not stay too long."
"We can turn back when we find the pirate treasure," Polly said.
"If we do," Robin amended.
"We may have to try it again sometime," Chris said hopefully.
They worked their way through the tunnel which got larger as they progressed, until they could stand upright. The tunnel sloped downward, then upward, and then they faced several branches which Chris shone his light into. The beam reached only a short ways in, however.
"We'd better turn back," he decided. He flashed the light into Robin's face, then around. "Where's Polly?"
"I'm in here," Polly's voice came at them, complete with echoes.
"Well, get back here. We're going back home and have some more sexual fun and games."
Polly, crouched low in one of the tunnels, couldn't suppress a giggle. "I can't find my way back, come and get me."
"You know," Robin mused, "I've never been fucked in a cave before." She shivered. "It sounds so-so primitive. Like you're a caveman and I'm your mate."
"Yeah," Chris said, annoyed. "Well, we're all gonna get ourselves lost in here with your stupid sister around."
He elbowed past Robin and ran into one of the tunnels. Polly saw him coming and crouched even lower as he came in fast, flashing the dim light around the walls. Too late, she saw his anger at her was making him go too fast, and she shouted a warning. Too late, he stumbled over her and fell headlong. Instead of landing on the cave floor, he went on down, falling below the level they were at, the flashlight tumbling with him. They heard his bewildered and frustrated voice screaming loudly for an instant, followed by a dull sound of a body striking stone. Then there was silence.
Robin moved through the darkness toward her. "What happened?"
"There-there's a deep hole in the path," Polly said, trembling with fright. "I didn't know it was here. Chris fell into it."
Cautiously the two girls peered over the edge of the hole. Thirty feet below them the weak beams of the flashlight ironically played over the face of their cousin Chris, whose eyes were closed. A thin trickle of blood eased from his mouth and from the wound darkening his blond hair.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As he sat with his family on the shady side of the bullring, Dr. John Robinson was more interested in the reactions of the spectators than in the action taking place in the arena between man and bull.
His daughter Nina's eyes were wide, glued to the scenes before her, but her hand unconsciously wandered between her Uncle Ben's legs to stroke the in-sides of the man's thighs and the bulge of his penis, while she herself wiggled on the rough stone seat, obviously very much excited sexually. Son Alec was briskly massaging his cousin Carol's naked thigh below the short skirt she wore, and both of them were plainly worked up.
He was surprised to find that even he was not immune to the excitement. His penis stood up in stiff erection, and he couldn't resist fondling the thighs of his daughter Nina and his niece Carol who sat on either side of him.
When the bullfight was over at six-thirty, they all felt emotionally and physically drained.
"I could use a drink," Ben Hardy said, as they went with the crowds to the parking lot.
"And some food," Rose put in. "I'm starved."
Her brother sidled up to her and whispered, "I got me a stiff cock you can chew on, baby."
"There was a nice-looking restaurant I noticed on the way in," John said. "We can stop there, if Ben says okay."
"Sure, why not?" Ben said agreeably. "Then we'll go nightclubbing. They got some of the hottest shows in the local nightclubs I've ever seen."
In the air-cooled restaurant, they ate Mexican food to the accompaniment of mariachis wandering from table to table for the tourists' benefit. Fifteen-year-old Alec felt in a very romantic mood. He held hands with Carol under the table as often as he allowed his hands to stray over her thighs and between her legs. She savored him with an affectionate smile which didn't reveal her real thoughts: I wonder what he'll be like? I hope he's as nice as his father. She'd become so used to screwing her own father and her brother that she'd thought it would be difficult adjusting to a new prick invading her pussy. But with Uncle John, there was no problem. She'd enjoyed the change immensely. She was sure that she'd love Alec's lovemaking, and the feel of his prick in her hands, her mouth, her pussy.
When they'd finished eating, Ben Hardy took them on a nightclub tour of the town. For a small community, six nightclubs seemed quite a few, but Ben explained that most of them were open or only put on shows during weekends for the tourists who flocked down here to sample the wicked life. One thing was certain: the nightclubs tried to outdo each other in sexuality.
On raised platforms, the girls-most of them dark-haired, dark-complected Mexicans aged in the neighborhood of fifteen or sixteen-walked out and around, displaying their nubile charms in a bikini or a shortie nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. To some brassy tune played by a three-piece band, they quickly stripped naked and continued the act totally nude.
Few of them knew how to dance, but that didn't seem to matter. They got down on the floor, spread their legs, did a few bumps and grinds and other suggestive movements, and sometimes masturbated with their fingers or with dildos. More often than not, they'd come right up to the ringside tables and stand with their legs slightly apart, their crotches available for any eager male tongues to explore.
Ben was only too happy to get into the act. He gripped the girl's hips and nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose while his tongue extended and licked the area directly between her legs. "Mmmm, honey," he murmured, "you've got a taco-flavored snatch."
The girl smiled and moved on.
Another girl who looked about fourteen came and bent over the table, offering John her breasts. Tentatively, he reached up and fondled the firm flesh, whose nipples already were stiffened.
Ben Hardy gulped his beer and laughed. "Go ahead, John, suck the cute little titties."
John did. He rose slightly and took one of the nipples in his mouth and nibbled at it. The girl smiled and moaned. When he'd retreated, she poked her hairy young crotch in his direction.
"Go ahead, dear," his wife Rose nudged him, "don't hurt her feelings by refusing."
John had the notion that none of these girls could have their feelings hurt by rejection, but he didn't mind tasting another girl's genitals. Emulating Ben's maneuver, he took hold of the girl's naked buttocks and pulled her crotch into his face. Her pubic area was heavily scented with perfume, but underneath it he could detect the musky natural odor of her vagina which stimulated him even more. He licked her vaginal lips for a moment before releasing her.
"Oh, dear," Rose said, "I do hope the twins are all right."
Ben glanced at his wristwatch. "It's one o'clock. Don't worry, they're probably all in bed by now."
He chuckled to himself. In fact, they probably hit the sack as soon as we left and have been fucking up a storm ever since!
Remembering how wonderful it had been with the twins' naked bodies crawling over him, with their mouths sucking his cock and their cute little tits and snatches rubbing against him, he shuddered and felt his cock give a little lurch of anticipation. He wet his lips and looked at the three girls at the table with him. Carol was going to be fucking Alec, he was sure of that. Which left Nina and Rose. He wouldn't mind sticking his cock up either of them-or both. Well, John probably wouldn't want to fuck his own wife in some motel room.
So it would be sister Rose, Ben thought-and smiled. He didn't mind a bit.
Nina watched the way her Uncle Ben looked at her mother and came to the realization that she wasn't going to be the one to fuck him that night. She'd been hoping to do so, so she could tell Chris exactly what happened when she returned to the island. She'd love to see his face when she described how nice and big and thick his father's cock was, and how she loved to roll it around in her hands and kiss the end of it and lick it all over and then open her mouth and swallow it, after which she'd let him ram it into her hot, juicy cunt as fast and furiously as he could. She didn't particularly want Alec, which was just as well, because he and Carol seemed very much interested in each other. Which left-
"Daddy," she said with a smile, as she felt his hand moving along her thigh under the table, gently squeezing.
He returned her smile and leaned forward to nibble at her ear. "Will you sleep with me tonight, baby?" he asked her.
"I'd love to," she whispered back, meaning it.
It was only a few days, but it seemed like a long time since her own father had fucked her. He didn't have Uncle Ben's caveman tactics, but he was gentle and understanding. She loved the way he inserted his cock up her cunt, the way his lips teased her nipples and her clit. She smiled as she thought that not only her heart, but her cunt, belonged to Daddy.
"It's getting late," Ben Hardy said. "I'm pooped. What say we go to a motel in town and have a good night's rest so we can get an early start back to the island?"
The truth was, of course, that he had a stiff cock that he was dying to ram up sister Rose's delightful snatch.
"A good idea," Dr. John Robinson agreed. In the car on the way to the motel, he said, "I'd like to have a get-together with my daughter here, so we'll stay together tonight in one room. You four can pair off any way you like."
It was no surprise to anyone that while John and Nina went into one motel room, Ben and Rose took another, and Alec and Carol took a third.
The motel door had hardly slammed shut when Alec grabbed Carol and pulled her close to him. He kissed her warmly on the lips and ran his hands over her rounded butt. "At last," he muttered hoarsely. "You know, I've had a stiff pecker for days just thinking about you."
Carol smiled, pleased. "I'm glad, Alec. I've wanted you, too." She reached down and rubbed the bulge in his pants. "I've wanted to feel this prick up my pussy ever since I first saw you. I was afraid-" she hesitated, then rushed on, "I was afraid you wouldn't like me because my breasts aren't as big as Nina's."
"Don't be silly, I love your boobies," he told her. "I love everything about you."
His hands moved up under her skirt from in back, rubbing the rounded butt until he got to her flimsy panties. He snaked a finger under the rim and crept into the matted moist pubic hair and beyond that into her hot, wet snatch.
He forced her mouth open and shoved his tongue deep inside, matching the in and out rhythms of his finger which made sucking sounds as it delved between her legs.
She spread her legs so his finger would have more room to work at her. She felt all warm and gushy inside. She said, "Alec-let's-screw!"
He nodded eagerly. Together they backed to the big double bed which dominated the motel room and fell onto it, his finger still moving relentlessly into her snatch, rubbing the clit which stood up straining to meet each thrust against it.
Carol felt familiar urges whirl her mind. She felt hot and sweaty all over, but especially so between her legs. Her nipples rose stiffly and her breasts ached for the touch of his hands on them. She helped him unbutton her blouse and shove aside the flimsy bra that contained the mounds of woman-flesh on her chest. As he bent to suck the nipples, she unzipped his fly and boldly reached into the opening to gather up his throbbing prick in her slim hand and gently squeeze its pulsating length.
"Your prick feels good, Alec," she husked.
"It does with your hand on it, Carol," he said. "Do you-do you really like my breasts?"
"Mmmmmm," he answered, licking the nipples avidly.
"You're not-disappointed, are you?"
"I love them. They're beautiful," he said sincerely. "I hope you like my pecker."
"I do, I do," she assured him, rubbing her hand more frantically along the naked shaft.
"I was afraid you'd be disappointed in me," he confessed, "after having screwed my father. He's really the sex expert in the family."
She smiled shyly. "Maybe you could teach him a few things. But first, teach me. I want you to do everything to me, Alec. Everything. Kiss my nipples. Suck my pussy. Stick your big beautiful prick into my mouth. We're going to have a wonderful time, both of us-and to hell with everybody else in the world."
"Suits me," he agreed.
She unbuckled his trousers and pushed down his jockey shorts so his balls were visible and ready for her touch. A man's prick was always a wondrous thing to Carol, and it amazed her how it could get so big and stiff in so short a time from something tiny and limp. She held her cousin's prick in her hands and gently stroked it, delighting in the way the flesh throbbed and lurched against her fingers. She ran a hand up and down the side of it and brushed the palm of the other hand along his balls, cupping them, cradling them and gently squeezing them in a way certain to excite the boy.
Both Chris and her father had always excited her very much. Then Uncle John had come along with his new and unfamiliar male body to give her new thrills. His son Alec was now presenting her with additional ones. There were little differences she began to notice in the physical aspect itself, variations in the length, width, skin texture, and so forth of the pricks, and also the reactions to her touch. She loved very much these two new men who had come into her sexual life. They would never replace her father or her brother, of course, but they would augment the wonderful family relationships she had.
At that moment she loved Alec and his excited male body more than anything. She wanted truly to do everything sexually possible with him and with his wonderful stiff prick sticking up against her. She wanted to touch and fondle it, to run her hands hotly all over it. She wanted him to put it in her pussy and shoot his hot come all over her. She wanted to put his dripping flesh in her mouth, to run her tongue all over it, to kiss him and run her tongue on his balls, to lick away all the wetness that had collected there.
Her mind was a flurry of thought as her body grew hot with the emotion flooding her. She helped him remove her blouse and her bra. She hooked her fingers into her skirt and panties and worked them down over her hips until she was completely naked. It took only an additional moment to ease him from his clothes.
Alec's own mind and body seemed to be on fire. Eagerly he pressed close to Carol's slim writhing body, pushing one hand between her legs, the other on her breasts. The touch of her slim hand on his pecker made the blood rush through his veins in fiery torrents. He bent and kissed her nipples with increasing passion.
"That's it, Alec," she moaned, squirming deliriously, "kiss them for me, kiss my breasts. Oh, that feels wonderful." Almost desperately, she thrust her body downward against his finger moving steadily into her pussy, squishing into the moist, heated caverns of female flesh, rubbing the hood of her clit back and forth with each stroke. She pulled his stiff prick harder.
She shuddered and twisted as an orgasm wracked her body. Perspiration sheened her from head to toe, and her eyes were glazed with passion. She wet her lips and said, "Let me suck your prick."
Alec was willing. He removed his fingers from her snatch and watched as her mouth sucked his nipples for a moment before moving down his chest, across his stomach, along his belly, toward the inevitable target of his trembling pecker. She held it firmly in both hands, and he tensed as he felt her hot breath warming the tip of it. When her tongue reached out and teased the end of it, he gasped, lurched, and thought he was going to come then and there. With a mighty effort of will, he restrained himself.
Carol smiled. It pleased her to be able to get a reaction from a man by touching the tip of his prick with her tongue. She did it some more, twirling the tip of her wet tongue all across the top of his flesh. Alec gasped and raised his hips in an effort to force his prick into her mouth. Carol opened her mouth and took the top of his prick between her lips, closed them around the ridge and made sucking motions which caused the boy to thrash around on the bed under her.
He sucked in air. "I can't take much more of that. Come on, let's screw. I want my pecker in your snatch when I come."
She crawled up beside him, lay on her back, spread her legs, and let him crawl in between her thighs. With one hand he spread the lips of her genitals, pressed his pecker up against the opening, and eased it in. She sighed as the full length of it slid quickly into her.
Alec moaned as her snatch gripped him tightly. "Oh, baby," he said, "you feel great."
"Mmmm, you, too," she said.
She scissored her slim legs around his back and raised her pelvis, rotating her hips and grinding her hot loins against him.
Alec plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and wiggled it around. With his hands he worked her boobies, palming the stiff nipples with circular motions. He moved his pecker in and out of her slowly at first, dragging the stiff flesh almost out of her tight snatch, then swiftly plunging it back in all the way. He tried to control himself, but he wasn't able to. Carol's body excited him very much, and having her suck his pecker first had worked up his sexual juices to such an extent he was ready to come. His thrusts into her became more frantic.
Her eyes widened suddenly. "No, not yet, Alec. Wait for me."
He gritted his teeth. "I-can't!"
She moved her hips up to meet him as he stiffened his body against her and the beginning spasm shook them both. His fingers tightened on her breasts and he moaned and shot bursts of hot semen deep into her vagina.
Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "I-I'm sorry," he managed. "You had me so worked up-"
She kissed him. "That's okay."
"No, it isn't. You didn't come, did you?"
She thought of lying. Instead, she said, "No, I didn't. Maybe we can try again later."
"You're damn well right we can try again later," Alec said determinedly. "But right now I want to try something else." He kissed her warmly, passionately on the lips, then moved down, letting his pecker slide from her snatch while he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her nipples. Her sighs and smiles told him she liked him to do that, to pay homage to her slim breasts, which were very sensitive. He moved his lips down over her stomach, kissing a wet trail down over her thigh, working his body between her legs.
He knew she was still built up, emotionally and physically, so his hands and fingers kept on probing between her legs, rubbing the snatch, fingering the clit, keeping her excitement at a high level. He saw she'd thrown back her head and rolled it back and forth on the motel pillow, closing her eyes and moaning softly. She reached down and held his head and tried to move it between her legs.
Alec smiled and teased her, licking all around her snatch but not quite making it there. His wet tongue slithered all over her heaving, sweaty thighs, crossing to the point where her light blonde pubic hair, very soft and cuddly against his nose, sprouted. His nostrils filled with the sweet perfume of her snatch, making his head spin. It was he who couldn't resist any longer.
She nearly shrieked as his lips planted a juicy kiss directly on her hot, moist pussy. Her legs lifted eagerly to give him more room as he spread her pussylips with his fingers and then extended his tongue and licked the opening, starting at the base and working his way up along the inner folds in one smooth stroke, ending at the clit, which he managed to suck between his lips for a moment.
Carol could hardly think straight. Her body was on fire and the blood was pounding at her temples. Her slim form thrashed about on the bed and Alec had to grip her butt with both hands to keep her steady so he could continue kissing her between the legs.
"Don't stop," she begged him. "Don't stop, Alec. I'm almost there."
Alec wasn't about to stop. He sucked her snatch, he blew into it, his tongue worked in and out, his lips kissed, his teeth nibbled with gentle but firm bites.
In a moment she was delirious with passion. Her long blonde hair flailed the pillow. Her hips ground out a frantic rhythm as she thrust her hot crotch into his eager and willing mouth. She put the palms of her hands over her breasts and squeezed the flesh until it ached with delicious pain. She clamped her legs around Alec's neck and held on. "I-I'm coming," she gasped. "I can feel it-way down deep inside me. Suck my pussy, Alec. Suck it for me. Suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Alec increased his tongue thrusts into her, not pausing for breath. His father had taught him the importance of making sure the woman was satisfied. Besides, he knew it was good for his own masculine ego. His father had evidently satisfied Carol, so must the son.
Suddenly she moaned, "Oooooooooh!" lifted her butt completely off the bed, trembled, and rapidly bumped her crotch rhythmically against his face as she came with an orgasm so intense the bed shook under them. When it was over she collapsed in a sweat, breathing hard, happily content. Impulsively, she pulled her cousin to her and kissed him on the mouth. "I love you, Alec," she said.
He smiled. "I love you too, Carol," he told her.
Her own words disturbed her, for she remembered she had said the same thing to her brother Chris. Well, hell, it was true, she loved them both, and she'd continue to screw both of them for as long as she could.
"Too bad Chris didn't come along," Alec mused. "He could've had the twins sleeping with him."
Carol laughed. "If I know my brother, he's already had the twins by this time. And I'll bet they're not going to be doing much sleeping tonight either." She was pleased to note she was not the least bit jealous of that fact.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"I am not jealous," Nina insisted, failing to keep the annoyance from her voice.
"Then stop acting like it," her father advised calmly.
"Daddy, did you bring me into this motel room to lecture me or to fuck me?" the young girl wanted to know.
"Both, baby." Dr. John Robinson, naked, sat on the double bed beside his daughter, who was also quite naked. He put his arms around her and kissed her warmly on the lips. "You know I enjoy very much being your lover, Nina, but I'm also your father. You've been behaving badly toward poor Chris."
Nina opened her mouth to protest, then she sighed. "You're right," she admitted. Automatically, she dropped her hand into his lap and massaged his limp cock. "I suppose even I knew it. I shouldn't be jealous of my own mother, should I? Except I was hoping to have Chris all to myself, and the disappointment was just too much."
"I understand how you feel, baby." John reached for his daughter's large breasts and massaged them. "But you made up for it with your Uncle Ben," he reminded.
Nina laughed, remembering, and ran her hand over the length of her father's cock and under and along his balls. "I did, didn't I? Uncle Ben is quite a caveman," she remarked.
"So I gathered from all the commotion next door," her father said wryly.
Through the thin walls came Rose Hardy Robinson's voice: "Ben, not so rough."
And Ben Hardy's voice, hoarse with passion: "I can't help it, honey, you really turn me on. Come on, suck big brother's cock while he plays with your lovely snatch."
John Robinson sighed. "I suppose some girls go in for rough treatment," he said. "Me, I'm the gentle type."
He ran his palm between her legs, which she opened wider to accommodate him, brushing the luxurious growth of wiry black pubic hair around her genitals. He brushed his knuckles against her vaginal lips for a moment before easing his middle finger up along the inside of the lips to touch the tip of her clitoris.
"Mmmm," Nina murmured, giving his cock a playful squeeze, "I like the gentle, understanding type, daddy dear."
"I'm glad, because you're stuck with him for tonight, baby," he said. "Tomorrow, you can have Chris fourteen times-but tonight you're mine."
"I like being yours," she said.
She twisted around and sat on his lap, facing him, pressing her full breasts against his naked chest, rubbing her open crotch against his stiffening cock.
"We haven't tried this position in a long time," he said. "I like it, baby."
She cut off his words with her lips, kissing him with her mouth slightly open, so she could place her tongue between his lips and run it back and forth just short of his teeth. She felt his hands grip her ass and move her in closer so his cock could make more intimate contact with her cunt. She began shifting back and forth to stimulate him.
"Oh, Nina baby," he said, trying to catch his breath, "you're going to be-" He paused, looking thoughtful. "What's that terrible word you always use?"
"Fucked!" she told him. "Fucked! Fucked! Fucked!"
"That's the one," he said. He reached down between them, easing his hand over his own stiff penis to once again rub the hot, damp opening between her legs. He carefully parted the hair, moved the lips of her vagina into a spread position. With his other hand he pressed the tip of his stiff penis against the hole. When the girl shifted her position, his shaft sank deep into her.
They groaned in delightful unison, and he applied his lips to her nipples and felt them grow stiff in his mouth as he kissed and sucked them, alternately. At the same time, Nina lifted her body and then descended in rhythmic fashion, making sucking noises as her slick cunt opened and closed over her father's upright cock.
"Wow!" came an explosion from next door, "you've got the hottest snatch in the world, Rose honey."
John smiled. "It's nice to be appreciated," he told his daughter.
Nina put her arms around his neck. "And nobody appreciates you like I do, Daddy," she said, kissing him, not missing a stroke of her pussy on his cock. "I wish I'd sucked on you for a while."
"We've got all night, baby," he said. "Let's just take our time, nice and easy."
Nina nodded and continued moving her crotch up and down over him while her father squeezed her ass and felt her breasts and lifted himself upwards each time her body descended onto his lap, enclosing his cock completely, burying it within her cunt as far as it would go.
From the next room came sounds of bedsprings protesting, of squeals of feminine delight, grunts of a male in heat. John and Nina ignored the sounds, and soon they were so caught up in their own passion the world could have tumbled down around them without them hearing it.
John closed his eyes and held onto his daughter's firm, bouncing buttocks, exulting in the feel of her full breasts massaging his chest with the nipples raking his skin and making it tingle. He forced his penis up into her vagina.
"That's it, Daddy," Nina squealed, "fuck me. Fuck me good." Her pretty face was red with the sexual excitement coursing through her young body. Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth opened, sucking in air. She groaned and raked his back with her fingernails, increasing the speed of her up and down movements so he had to hang onto her gyrating ass for control to prevent his cock from slipping out of her frantic cunt.
Nina had never had any trouble coming with her father, and now was not going to be an exception. She muttered, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over again while she mashed her lips against his mouth and rammed her cunt into his groin, trying to force him to come at the same time.
It worked. She felt her body tremble with passion. Her body jerked spasmodically, and his followed an instant later. She felt his cock swell up inside her cunt and explode in an outburst of liquid that splashed inside her and made her gasp and squeal against his open mouth.
A moment later they collapsed onto the bed and lay side by side, fondling each other's body, kissing away the sweat and the sexual fluids that clung to their genitals.
"Daddy," Nina Robinson announced, "you are the greatest."
"I think," her father said gallantly, "that it has to be declared a tie between us."
A male voice from next door filtered through the walls as Ben Hardy said, "Come on, Rose, let me shove my cock up your ass."
In their motel room, Rose Hardy took her brother's prick from her mouth and got up from her knees. She said, "Any way that pleases you, Ben."
"I like it any way with you, honey," he told her, "and every way. I'm just afraid you'll be leaving me again before I have enough of you."
Briskly she rubbed his prick and his balls with both hands. "And how soon will you be having enough of me?"
His big hands mauled her tits and her snatch. "Never. I wish you could stay here forever."
"Maybe you can come up to the states sometime for a visit," she suggested.
"Yeah," he said, "maybe I can."
"You want me to bend over?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No, get on the bed on your back and spread your legs."
She nodded and did as she was told. She watched as he lay with his own back on the bed, his crotch facing her crotch. His big prick was standing up stiff and throbbing throughout its veined length as he inched his way toward her.
"Okay," he directed, "open up your ass for me, honey."
She gripped her cheeks and spread them, watching in awe as he reached down in front of him and poked the knobby brown tip of his prick against her asshole. After a while he managed to get the end of it in, and he leaned back and forced his crotch against her. She winced as his prick entered her ass.
"You okay?" he asked her, pausing.
She nodded. "Fine, except I'm a little tight. We should've used some Vaseline, I guess."
He chuckled. "I remember an old army expression: Keep a tight asshole. I wonder if this is what they meant." He added, "You want me to get some Vaseline for you, honey?"
"No, it'll be all right, Ben."
"Good," he said and shoved his cock in all the way.
Ben Hardy leaned back on his elbows and watched. He liked all ways of fucking, but this was one he especially enjoyed with his sister Rose. Her full body was spread out before him and he loved to watch her bobbling tits as he worked his cock in and out of her tight asshole. He could also see her snatch open wide just above the point where his cock was buried inside her, and the sight of that helped turn him on all the more.
Rose Hardy leaned back and through passion-slitted eyes watched the big hairy body of her brother move in against her, then retreat, shoving his prick in and out of her asshole with each forceful movement. It was not one of her favorite positions, but she enjoyed it once in a while, especially with Ben. It was so like him-so forceful and cave-mannish. She remembered they'd done this often when they were adolescents, and she recalled also what else he liked her to do while he watched. She didn't mind, because she liked that part, too.
She massaged her breasts with both hands until they rose stiffly into erection. Then she lifted one breast and by bending her head was able to lick the nipple and take it between her lips and suck it. At that point, her other hand dropped down to her cunt, where she stuck a finger inside the folds of warm flesh to manipulate her clit with furious strokes. She realized her brother wasn't going to wait for her, so she had to hurry.
Ben moaned, "Oh honey, you've got a real sweet asshole." Then he grunted, rammed his cock deep into her ass, and held it there while he spurted until his cock was drained dry.
Rose rubbed her clit furiously until she felt orgasm fill her body. She trembled from head to toe and then came in a series of spasmodic bursts that left her exhausted.
"Boy," her brother exclaimed, pulling out, "you take a lot out of a guy. I'm going to take a little nap." He crawled up onto the bed beside her, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Rose stared at him for a moment, then grinned and shook her head. She bent over him and kissed his sticky prick affectionately for a few seconds, then placed her cheek against it, closed her eyes and rested.
Tomorrow would be another day. Another day of fucking and generally having good clean wholesome sexual family fun. It was turning out to be the most wonderful vacation any of them had ever had.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next morning when the group returned to the island, the wonderful vacation turned into a nightmare. Chris Hardy and the twins were nowhere to be found.
"I hope they didn't go into the caves," Rose said in a near panic.
"I have a feeling they did," Ben Hardy said grimly, adding, "and disobeyed my orders." He didn't bother to tell her he'd forgotten to give the orders before they left.
"Do you have some flashlights?" John Robinson asked determinedly. "We're going in after them."
Ben nodded and went to get them. After rummaging around, he came up with three three-cell flashlights-one for himself, one for John, and one for Alec. Rose, Nina, and Carol wanted to go along, but the men persuaded them to remain at the hacienda.
Ben gritted his teeth and led the way across the island to the cave entrance. II anything happens to those cute little pieces of ass, he thought grimly, I'll never forgive myself-or Chris either. He wondered if his sister Rose would forgive him if anything happened. The thought of her being angry with him, of not sucking his cock anymore or letting him fuck her, was too much to bear.
They found the cave entrance without difficulty, and Ben crawled in on his hands and knees, with the other two men close at his heels. He played his flashlight through the darkness ahead of him, crawling along until he could stand upright.
"Robin! Polly!" Dr. John Robinson called. "Chris!"
They waited for the echoes to die down, then waited silently.
"I hear somebody crying," Alec said.
"Me, too," his father said elated. "It must be the twins. But which way?"
They hurried on. Ahead of them the cave branched off into several tunnels.
"Each of us take a tunnel," Ben said. "With three of us, nobody'll get lost."
Silently, they agreed. Ben went down one tunnel, flashing his light about the floor and the walls. He'd gone to one corner of a large niche cut from erosion into the tunnel wall. There, blinded by the glare of his flashlight, the twins huddled, wide-eyed and scared, trembling with a fear that made them unable to speak.
Ben opened his mouth to call to-the others, but he was afraid the loud noise of his voice would only further terrify the young girls. He went to them and cuddled them in his arms, speaking soothingly to them. "It's all right now, girls," he said quietly, kissing them, fondling their breasts and legs. "You're safe now."
He heard John's voice echoing through the tunnels-an agonized, surprised cry of frustration and outrage that was more sound than words.
Alec's frantic voice followed with: "Dad! What is it? I'm coming." Then another voice crying out in the darkness.
The twins looked up at their Uncle Ben, terror renewed in their eyes. He shook his head. "You stay here," he ordered. "I'll be right back."
Carefully, he made his way back along the tunnel until he came to the fork. He cautiously crept down the branch he remembered John Robinson had taken, keeping his flashlight beam on the floor-until he spotted the hole. Peering over the edge, he saw three bodies crumpled at the bottom. They were lying very, very still. One of the flashlights still flared light through its broken lens, and in the light blood was visible on the heads and faces of Chris, John and Alec. Ben Hardy turned away and felt very sick.
"There's no point in you going home now," Ben told his sister. "Why don't you stay here, Rose-for as long as you'd like."
Rose Hardy Robinson smiled weakly. "Thanks, Ben. I'd like that. You're the only family I've got now, except for the girls."
He hugged and kissed her. "That's right. We've got to stick together now, you and me-and all the girls."
Ben had wanted to, but it just didn't seem right for a man to go fucking his brother-in-law's widow so soon after the tragedy. He'd had to make do with his daughter, Carol. But now with Rose's voluptuous body so close to him, familiar urges welled inside Ben Hardy's male body. He felt his cock lurch in anticipation, and his fingers itched to touch his sister's snatch, ass, and big tits.
In a way, it was kind of funny. He'd wished the girls could stay with him, and now they'd be doing just that. He'd have himself a regular harem right there in the big happy family-with his sister Rose, his daughter Carol, his nieces Nina and the twins Robin and Polly.
All the girls appeared then, looking to the only male on the island to whom they could turn to comfort. He was ready, willing, and able to give them as much as they wanted-one at a time or in groups. He couldn't help but let his eyes, roam over all the female flesh available to him now-over the full breasts, the slim legs, the rich lips that could suck, the tight snatches capable of giving him more pleasure than he'd ever known.
"Don't none of you worry," he said, trying to hug and kiss all of them at once, "your Uncle Ben will take care of you." His eyes narrowed and a smile covered his homely face. "All of you."
