Once again, that irrepressible inquirer into the psuedo virtuousness of our contemporary society, Frances Madero has turned her attention to the possibilities and probabilities of degeneracy and depravation that could concern the youth of today.
In Come With Me, Little Boy, Miss Madero probes the area of the ghetto children, and one of the many presumably righteous attempts to assist and salvage these poor unfortunate youngsters.
In every major city across the country, thousands of supposedly staunch and upright citizens are offering their time and their monies in an attempt to right an obvious wrong, i.e. the despicable and atrocious environment where hundreds of thousands of children are forced to live and grow up.
Supposedly, these do-gooders are unselfishly devoting themselves to the altruistic purpose of saving these young people from their surroundings; showing them by virtue of clubs, trips, and brief visits to more substantial and more secure homes, that there IS a better way to live.
But what must those children feel when they are returned to their slovenly abodes? What thoughts must go through their minds when they are dumped off in the same old neighborhood, at their same old tenement, after experiencing the benefits of the more affluent? If the purpose of this assistance is to goad them into doing bigger and better things than to follow in their parent footsteps, we are sure the divine intention is lost on them.
And what of the people who indulge in this activity? Are they doing it out of compassion? Or is it merely to salve their conscience?
Miss Madero contends that there may be another reason behind this extended generosity. While shrouding her tale in pure fiction, she points out the possibility of depravation, degeneracy and lust that might linger behind the outward appearance of such righteousness.
As the reader follows the heroine, Christine, and her sister, Maggie through a relatively short period of time with a group of ghetto children, he will readily see what can, and possibly does occur under the guise of benevolence.
As the two women seduce boy after boy near a lake high in the hills, it becomes readily apparent that their intentions were something less than saintly.
And when Christine's sister and her husband offer up their own youngsters to the depraved orgy, even to the point of incest, the reader will find himself caught up in a tale of debauchery that pulsates with realism.
It is our opinion, that after following Christine to the final deplorably degenerate exploit, the reader will be left with his resolves shaken, and his beliefs left in tattered rags.
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CHAPTER ONE
The woman's blonde hair flowed over the back of the car seat as she arched her spine. She moaned softly when the young man's hand slipped inside her blouse to grasp a large, bra-encased tit and squeeze.
"Ohhhhhh," she whispered. "I... ! Oh, don't! Please!"
"Don't make me stop now," he grunted, kneading her tit with his strong fingers. "Jesus! God, you're built!"
Placing a hand on his chest, she tried weakly to push him away, but when his lips found hers and his tongue darted into her mouth, she tensed, then threw her arms around his neck to pull him even closer.
"Ummmmmm!" the woman crooned deep in her throat. His hand had slipped down to her thigh, and was inching up to her crotch, caressing the inside of her leg gently as it moved.
When his hand touched her pussy, covered only by light nylon panties, the blonde jerked involuntarily, then spread her legs as wide as she could in the confines of the front seat of the car to give him more room. His fingers pulled at the elastic around her leg, then they were groping in the damp hair surrounding her hot cunt, searching for her gash.
"Uuuuummmmmm!" Her tongue wrapped around his as she hunched upward, thrusting her twat against his hand, wanting to help him find her moist slit, the firm nubbin of a clit and her hole. "Uuuuummmmmm!"
It seemed forever to her, but he finally separated the hair, and his fingertips were caressing the cream-filled crack, lightly rubbing her nubbin, then going down toward her dilated hole.
Dropping her hand from his shoulder, she fumbled for the zipper on his fly, yanked it down, then reached in to fish the hard tool from its covering. As her fingers twined around the shaft, she felt a warm tingle surge through her loins. It was huge!
He pulled away from her mouth and buried his face in her hair. "Aaaarrgghhh!" he groaned, shoving his fingers into her cunny.
"Oooohhhhh, honey," she murmured, holding his prick tightly. She skinned it back, then rubbed the palm of her hand over the hot, taut tip. "It's such a big one! Uuuuummmmmm!"
"I gotta fuck you!" he grunted. "I just gotta!"
He reached up to her waist and began tugging at the top of her panties, trying to pull them down. She let him work at it for a moment, then raised her ass so they would come off easily.
"We shouldn't," she gasped as he slid the garment down her legs. "Not here in the park. We might get caught."
"It's dark. Nobody'll see us. Christ! I gotta fuck you! We can't stop now!"
The blonde kicked her shoes off, and he pulled her panties off her feet. As he tossed them to the floor of the car, she spread her legs again, giving his cock a squeeze. His hand ran up her leg, found her hairy snatch, then his fingers were going into her hole, swirling around in the wet tissues.
"Ooooooohhhh, God!" she whimpered. "Ooooohhhh, God!"
Her hand was pumping on his dong, sliding the skin up and down, jacking him off. She slid farther down in the seat, then pressed against his chest as she thrust her face up to his, her mouth open.
He kissed her briefly, letting her tongue run over his lips, then inside his mouth. When he backed away, she pushed over on the seat and put her face down into his lap. Still holding his rod in her hand, she bent lower and slipped her open lips over the end of his cock, her tongue flicking around the rim.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" he cried out softly. "Ohhhhh, Christ! Aaarrrggghhhh!"
She nibbled at the tip of his dong, then slid her mouth as far down the throbbing staff as she could. She closed her lips around it and began to suck, her cheeks puckering with the hard pressure she was applying to the sweet tasting prick.
"Uuuuuuuugggghhhhh!" he gasped. Placing his hands atop her head, he began to hunch his shaft up to her mouth as she started bobbing up and down on it. "Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!"
"Uuuuummmmmm," she crooned, her mouth full of cock. She was sucking and pulling at it, tasting the saltiness and savoring it. It had been so long!
The young man ran a hand down her back, pulled up her skirt, then he felt down the crack of her ass to her cunt. He inserted a finger deep into her twat as she slurped on his cock, reaming her hole, caressing the sensitive tissues.
"Baby! Baby!" he gasped. "Oh, suck it! Suck me off! Oh, Jesus! Uuuuunnnggghhhhh!"
The blonde swirled her ass around on his finger, sucking even harder than before. The immense shaft in her mouth was jerking wildly, pulsing as she tugged and pulled on it. It had been over a year since she had put her mouth on a prick, and she felt once again the exhilarating pleasure of blowing a man.
Bracing with his feet and his back, he began lifting his ass off the seat, thrusting and jamming his tool at her face, trying to cram it all the way into her mouth. His balls and his loins were tingling, and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"AAAARRRRGGHHHHHH!" he cried out. "UUNNGGGHHH! I'M... GOING... TO... ! UUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!"
The woman felt his prick expand as his juices began to surge up the long dong. Then it swelled between her lips and hot sperm was gushing and spewing into her mouth, slamming against her tonsils and flowing down her throat in huge waves.
"U UUNNGGGHHH! UUUUNNNGGHHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Swallowing thirstily, the woman continued to suck and pull on the tool, draining the immense rod of all fluid. Finally the spurting stopped, and the last drops oozed from the swollen tip. She licked the rod clean, rimmed the end, then sat up abruptly.
"I've got to have it!" she moaned throatily. "I've got to have you fuck me. Now! Get up!" The young man moved nearer the door. The woman raised up, got on her knees in the seat, then leaned over the back. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, then spread her legs.
"Stick it in!" she hissed. "Hurry up! Get behind me and stick it in!"
He moved around behind her, knelt on the edge of the seat, then took his cock in his hand and pointed it at her twat. He eased it towards her, rubbed the tip in her hot, wet gash until he found the hole, then pushed forward, sliding his prick easily into her juicy snatch.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned. "Uuuunnnnggghhh! My God! Oh, honey! Aaarrrggghhhhh!"
"Uuuuunnnnfffff! Whhhuuuuffffff!" He placed both hands on her waist and lunged, stuffing his shaft deep into her belly. The tissues of her snatch enveloped his dong, grasping it tightly as it slid up her tube. Then the end of his dong banged into her womb, sending shivers of delight through his pecker.
The blonde was gripping the back of the seat with both hands, holding on as she swirled and twisted her ass, hunching and pumping, forcing the plunging tool to ream her tube.
"Ungh! Ungh! Whhuuuuffff! Jesus! Your cunt's so tight!"
"Don't... talk!... Just... fuck... me!"
His head hit against the roof as he arched his back, his ass hunching frantically. The soothing warmth of her cunt was exciting on his prick, caressing it and massaging it as he slid it in and out.
The slurping and sucking sounds of fucking were magnified in the car, exciting the woman beyond her expectations. She felt the electrifying shocks in her uterus, signalling an early climax as the enlarged tool pounded against her womb.
His juice squirted into her tube, swirling around the opening to her womb, then running back down and out her hole. The orgasm shook her body, and she jerked and twisted, hunching for the final glorious spasms of climax.
"Alright," a deep voice said as the door to the car was yanked open. "Everybody out!"
The couple twisted their necks to be blinded by the glare of a flashlight. Then, at the same time, they caught the bright glitter of a badge directly behind the light.
The young man quickly pulled his cock from the woman's twat and backed away against the dashboard. As he was clumsily trying to stick his still hard tool back into his pants, the blonde pulled her skirt down frantically and scrambled across the seat to the door and got out.
"Right there is fine," the officer said to her. "He'll be ready in a minute." He chuckled as he turned back and shone the light on the bulge in the young man's pants as he clambered from the car.
The policeman tucked the flashlight under his arm and took a notebook from his breast pocket, along with a pencil.
"Now, let's see some identification. You first, lady."
"Just... just a minute." She reached back into the car for her purse, opened it with shaking hands, then handed over her wallet.
"Driver's license," the officer said curtly.
"Oh, yes. Yes." The woman slid her license out and gave it to the cop.
"Christine Denny, huh? Mrs., it says here. This your husband?" He looked questioningly at the young man.
"Oh, no! I... ! That is, I'm... I'm a widow."
"Uh huh. Then who's this?"
"He's... he's just a friend."
The policeman nodded, as he copied the information from her license, leering. Then he handed it back to her.
"Now you, buddy. Let's see it."
"I... I don't have a... license," the young man stammered.
"What have you got? Service I.D.?"
"No, I... I'm not old enough."
"How old are you, then?" the officer said bruskly, his eyes glinting as he looked the young man up and down.
"Uh... Uh, I'm fourteen."
The blonde gasped. "WHAT?"
"That's what I say, lady," the cop sneered. "Good God, you're thirty-two! What the hell you doin' out with a kid like this?"
"I... I didn't know! I... I thought he was : . .!"
"Never mind. Lock up your car. Both of you are going down to the station.
Christine Denny had enough sense not to say anything until her lawyer was present. Her husband had been an attorney, and she had learned quite a bit from him. So as soon as they were at the station, she asked that her lawyer be called. Then she sat by herself in a small anteroom, wringing her hands, trying to rationalize what had happened to her. When Allen Harper arrived a half hour later, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"My God, Chris!" Allen said. He sat down next to her and took her hands in his. "I've already talked to the sergeant. Is what he told me true? Were you caught with that boy?... "
"Yes," she nodded. "Ohh, Allen! What's going to happen? What are they going to do with me?"
Harper leaned back and stared at her, shaking his head. She was a beautiful woman, intelligent and well bred. Her husband had been one of his best friends. When he had been killed in a car accident, she had turned to him for help and advice. And now, only a year later, this!
"Just calm down, Chris. It's not as bad as it sounds. All they can get you on is contributing to the delinquency of a minor. I'll see about bond, and get you out of here as soon as I can."
"Hurry, please," she begged. "I can't stand it here. Not for another minute."
It had taken more than an hour to secure her release. Her car was still parked where she had locked it up, so Allen took her home. Both were silent during the ride, though Christine sniffled from time to time and dabbed at her eyes.
When they pulled up in front of her modest home in the suburbs, Allen sat quietly, waiting for her to indicate what she wanted to do.
"Well," she said finally, staring out the windshield. "I suppose you'd better come in and get the story. If you're going to defend me, you'll have to know all of it."
"We don't have to right now, Chris. It can wait."
"No. I don't want to wait. Let's go in the house. I need a good stiff drink."
"Okay, but I think it should wait." He turned off the car, helped her out, then they went into the house.
The furnishings were tasteful, and a big fireplace commanded one end of the living room. Two long couches faced each other in front of it, and soft lights were on.
"Take off your coat and mix us both a drink," Chris said. "I'm going to change."
Allen walked to a small bar against one wall and began to pour as she went down the hallway to her bedroom. He mixed two strong highballs, then stood waiting for her to return.
When she came back, Chris was wearing a nightgown and thin negligee, both black. With her rich blonde hair, the contrast was fantastic. Her full tits pointed out proudly from her chest, and as she walked he could get brief glimpses of what he knew to be beautiful legs.
"That's much better," she smiled as she accepted her drink.
They sat facing each other on the couches. Chris lit a cigarette, took a long swallow from her glass, then looked over at Allen, an expression of despair on her face.
"I... I don't know where to start, Allen. I... I know that whatever I say, it's going to sound terrible."
"Begin wherever you want to. I've got plenty of time." He grinned. "Nancy was still asleep when I left. She probably won't even know I was gone."
"About the boy," she said after a long silence. "I really didn't know he was so young. I... I picked him up late at a bus stop to give him a ride. We... we were going through the park, and I stopped. I don't know why. Then... "
"Take it slow," Allen said soothingly. "His name is Lennie Simpson, by the way. I saw him, and I can understand why you thought he was older. He looks like he's about eighteen."
"Well, we stopped, and he started... caressing me. I... I didn't stop him, Allen. Since Bill died, I... "
"I know. You haven't been going out." He hesitated. "Do you want to tell me all the sordid details tonight? You don't have to, you know."
"Yes. I know enough about law that you have to know the whole truth if you're going to help me. But please be patient."
Harper nodded.
"So, I let him... fondle my breasts. And I kissed him. I think I really wanted him to. Then, I didn't seem to care. He ran his hand up my leg, and began caressing my... " Her voice cracked, and she stopped.
"Please, Chris. Don't try to use medical or legal terms. I'm old enough to know all the words. Just talk to me as you would talk to Bill. I'll understand."
"All right," she sighed. "I hope you're not shocked. He... he started to finger my pussy. I know I should have stopped him, but I was so hot I couldn't." She paused, took a drink and a drag from her cigarette, then cast her eyes at the floor.
"I... I took his pen... his cock out. It was so big and hard I lost all control." She swallowed a sob. "Then, I... I sucked him off. Oooohhhhhh, Allen! I'm so ashamed."
"Okay, okay," he said softly. "It's alright. Then what did you do?"
"By that time my panties were off, and while I sucked him, he finger-fucked me. Then I wanted him to stick it in so bad I couldn't stand it. So I got up on my knees and he put it in."
"All right. Now, did he cum inside you? That's very, very important. Did he shoot off?"
Chris nodded her head slowly. "Yes," she whispered. "He blew off both times. When I sucked him and when he was... was fucking me."
"Was that when the cops came? Did the officer actually see you fucking? Think, now. Do you think he really saw you fuck the boy?"
"Yes," she sighed. "He opened the door just as we were both cumming. I know that. He couldn't have missed it."
Allen leaned back in his chair, trying to cover the bulge in his pants with his arms. He looked across at the lovely woman and wished he had been that young boy. He stared at her with compassion in his eyes for a moment, then picked up his drink.
"Is this the first time, Chris?" he asked quietly, then took a sip of his highball.
Chris looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Why, of course! Why would you ask that?"
"Just for the record, honey," he smiled. "They're going to ask that in court, you know."
"Yes, I suppose they will. Oh, Allen, can't you... ? Do I have to go to court? Can't you explain that I thought he was older? That I didn't dream he was...?"
"Afraid not, Chris. Especially since the officer saw you. There wouldn't be any trouble, except for that."
Christine got up, picked up his glass, then went to the bar and mixed two more. When she returned to hand him one, she saw him staring at her tittys, a faint smile playing on his lips. There was no doubt in her mind what he was thinking.
"Can you keep it out of the papers?" she asked, resuming her seat.
"I think so. I've already talked to the lieutenant in charge of the station. He'll do his best. But I don't know what'll happen when it gets to court.
There's no way to hide anything there."
"I know," she said sadly. "Well, I guess I deserve it."
"Chris, why didn't you come to me if you wanted a little. I'm not so bad, you know. I'd have taken care of you."
"Why, Allen! I never would have dreamed of... ! My God, Nancy is my friend! I wouldn't...!"
"It would sure as hell have beat the trouble you're in now. Whatever would have happened, it would have been better than this."
"But, Allen. I... I never thought you cared for me... that way. You never paid any attention to me."
"Oh? Take a look at this!"
He threw his suitcoat open, and she could see the immense bulge in his pants. His prick was throbbing so hard it made the cloth jiggle. She could feel hot desire welling up in her loins as she stared at the mound.
"Do you want it?" he asked huskily. "I really can't go home like this, you know."
He stood up without waiting for an answer and took his coat off, tossing it on a chair. Then he stripped off his tie and crossed to sit next to her. Sliding an arm around her, he put his lips against hers. As she melted against him, his hand went to her titty and cupped one gently.
She was breathing heavily as he kissed her, rubbing his hand over her ample tit, teasing the nipple. Turning, she pressed against him, one leg thrown over his. Suddenly, he pulled away and stood up.
"Not like this," he rasped. "Let's go to bed and do it the right way."
Chris was trembling when she stood up and let herself be led back to her room. She turned on the light as they entered, then stepped to the bed where she slid the negligee off her creamy shoulders.
Allen had his shirt off and was taking off his pants. She saw his huge erection sticking out from his shorts like a hairy pole, the foreskin stretched tight over the tip. She pulled the nightgown off over her head and as she dropped it to the floor he slid his shorts down.
An immense sack of balls hung under his upright dong, hair covered and swaying. Her belly palpitated as he walked towards her, his dick bobbing, a drop of liquid seeping from the end.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Allen!" she cried, throwing herself at him.
As she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, she could feel his stiff shaft pressing against her belly. She thrust her tittys against him and turned her face up to be kissed.
Allen layed his open mouth against her lips, reaching down behind her to take the cheeks of her ass in both hands and pull her toward his throbbing dong.
Christine melted. Her legs felt weak as he thrust his rod against the smooth skin of her tummy. Her tittys were crushed between them, but she could still feel the tingle in her hard, pointed nipples.
"Ooooooo, Allen," she murmured, backing away toward the bed. "Don't tease me. I can't wait. Let's do it now. Let's fuck. Please?"
She sat down on the edge, then slid back, her legs spread wide. Allen stared at the large, conical tittys, the bright pink nipples pointing towards the ceiling, then looked at the pink slit in her crotch, dilated and moist between the hairy lips of her cunt.
His prick was jerking wildly as he crawled up between her thighs and laid down on top of her, his hard dong rubbing her hot, creamy gash.
CHAPTER TWO
Chris grabbed at Allen's stiff dick frantically, rubbed it in her already wet slit, then inserted the tip into her hole. As Allen lunged forward, cramming his tool into her belly, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, whimpering in delight.
"Ooooohhhhh, Allen! God! I didn't realize you were so big! Uuuunnnngghhhh! Uuuunnnnffff! Push it all the way in! Ohhhh, my God! Uuuunnnnggghhhh!"
"Aaarrrggghhhh!" he groaned as his rod separated her warm tissues and slid up her tube to slam into her uterus. "Jesus, Chris! You're so tight! Aaarrgghhhhh! Uuunnngghhhh!"
"Do it fast, honey!" she urged. "Fast! I can't wait! Oh, honey! Uuuummm! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Allen hunched and pumped his ass, driving his tool into her with force, pounding her pelvis with his. The cheeks of his ass squeezed together as he stabbed her repeatedly, his hard cock slithering in and out.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Damn! Aaaarrggghhhhhh!"
"Aaaaalllleeeennnnnn! Ooooohhhhhhh! Faster! I want to cum so bad! Faster! Uuuunnnnggghhhh!"
She was writhing and wriggling under him, swirling her ass on his dong, hunching and pumping with him as he pounded her. It was sheer heaven for her! She closed her eyes and pretended it was Bill on top of her again, jamming his shaft into her twat. Animal sounds came from her throat as she lost herself in the ecstasy of the union.
"Baby... I'm... going to... cum!" Allen stiffened, stopped his plunging, and gasped.
Chris felt the warm liquid squirt inside her, spraying her womb. It erupted in spurts, flowed down her tube and lubricated it, letting his motionless prick soak in its own fluid.
The moment she felt him cum, Chris arched her back and trembled, lost in her own climax, her body vibrating with the tingling sensation.
"Oooooohhhhhh! Uuuuummmmmmm! God! Uuunnffff! That was so good, dear! Ohhhhhh, Allen! I wish you had done this sooner. I wanted to be fucked so bad."
Allen was still tense as he withdrew his dong and got off the bed. His huge shaft was jerking as he stood looking down at her, smiling.
"I wish I had, too. You're a terrific fuck, Chris. Much better than Nancy. I'd like to come back and do it again, if you'd want me to."
She remained on the bed, her legs spread, the white cream oozing from her snatch to run down over her asshole onto the spread. She placed both hands in her groin on either side of the hairy snatch and grinned up at him.
"You really liked it? I mean really?"
"Uh huh," he replied, walking over to his clothes. "But I do have to be going now. I don't want to get Nancy upset. We can talk about it later, when I get some definite information on the court date." He began dressing.
"Allen, when will that be?"
"Well, tomorrow's Saturday. No hope there. Maybe Monday. It won't be for at least three weeks, anyway. I can assure you of that."
He had his clothes on and returned to the bed. Reaching down, he ran a hand over her tittys, their nipples still hard. He kneaded each of them gently, then patted her tummy.
"Take good care of that. I like my merchandise in good condition." He leaned over and kissed her, then went to the door.
"Stay there. I'll find my way out and lock the door. You sure know how to please a guy, Chris. 'Night."
" 'Night." She turned off the light as he went down the hall.
As Chris was preparing breakfast for herself the next morning, the door chimes sounded. She turned the fire down and went to answer it, hoping it was a salesman she could get rid of quickly. After the night before, she didn't feel like company.
"Hi, Chris. I hate to bother you so early, but I need some help."
It was her sister, Maggie. Five years older than Chris, she looked much more. Though she had retained her lush figure, she didn't keep herself up, and her hair was always unkempt, her makeup hastily applied, and her clothes always seemed about to burst.
"C'mon in, Maggie. How about a cup of coffee?" Chris shut the door, then led the way back to the kitchen.
"Yes, I'd love one. I've only had one cup this morning. It's really been hectic."
Maggie slumped at the table while Chris poured, then joined her. They both lit cigarettes, then Maggie placed her hand on her sister's arm.
"Hon, I need a favor. You know Paul and I have been involved in this ghetto children thing the city's been sponsoring?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"Well, we agreed to take some of the kids up to Dublar's Lake every so often. For a week. Paul splits up his vacation, and he can fish up there, too. We borrow a couple of tents and let the kids sleep in them, and we use our camper."
"So?"
"So, we had a trip planned for this morning. We were going to take four kids, plus our three. We were all set to go, but this morning Paul's boss called, and he has to go to Denver on a rush business trip. I can't handle seven kids all by myself, and I hate to disappoint those poor underprivileged children. Would you go with me? Please?"
"I don't know, Maggie. I...!" She was going to tell her sister about the incident last night, then decided against it. She would find out soon enough. And even though Maggie wasn't too bright, it was going to cause trouble between them.
"Please? I know you don't have anything to do. You told me so yourself just last week. It wouldn't be much work. Just keep an eye on them. I'll even do all the cooking."
Chris thought. Maybe it would be best to get out of town for a while. If word did leak out about the boy, she didn't know whether she could stand the looks and leers of her friends and neighbors. Besides, it would feel good to get away from the house.
"All right, Maggie. I'll go. How do we get nine of us up there? Surely not in your camper?"
"No. I can take two, and you could take the others in our car. The camper is full of tents and supplies, anyway."
"Well, give me time to eat my breakfast and change, then we can go." Chris got up and went to the stove to dish her meal onto a plate. "I intend to hold you to that cooking. I can't even boil water without burning it."
"I will. And thanks. While you're doing that, I'll go get the other kids. Then I'll stop back and pick you up." She rose and left, leaving Chris to eat her overcooked bacon and eggs by herself.
Chris had dressed, packed a suitcase, and was waiting by the front door when her sister returned. As she got into the car, Maggie introduced her to the children, two boys and two girls.
Trish was about thirteen; thin except for her bust, which was out of proportion with the rest of her. She had coal black hair and deep black eyes. Her jeans and tank top were skin tight, and Chris noted that she didn't wear a bra.
Nancy was prettier, but her eyes were hard-. The same age as Trish, she was dressed in a skimpy halter that barely covered her well-formed tittys, and short shorts that didn't hide much. Her creamy skin, shiny brown hair and lush figure made Chris wonder just how she was underprivileged.
Ted was tall and fair with bright blue eyes. He had a nice smile and even, white teeth. Long and lanky, he seemed the only one of the four who was actually enjoying himself.
Hank was a stocky young boy, with sandy hair that hung down to the collar of his knit shirt. His chest and biceps bulged under the material, and if it weren't for the seemingly perpetual scowl on his face, he would have been good-looking.
"I'm very glad to meet all of you," Chris smiled. "I know we're all going to have a wonderful time."
"We'd better get going," Maggie said, starting up the car. "I want to get home before those kids of mine tear the place apart."
The children were silent on the way to Maggie's house. Chris decided not to try too hard to get acquainted right away, and to let things run their natural course.
When they arrived, Chris and the youngsters stayed in the car while Maggie went in to get her brood. Chris smiled to herself as she remembered them. Though they were moderately well behaved, each had his own personality, and they could be wild on occasion.
Dianne, the only girl, was somewhat shy. Only twelve, she had already shown a definite ability for music, and Maggie wanted her to be a singer. Blonde like her mother, she had developed fast, and was proud of her figure. She wanted desperately to become a model, but was afraid because of her shyness.
Bobb and Chuck, the boys, were two alike. At thirteen and fourteen, they had already shown promise in sports, especially football. Because of that, and their inherited good looks, they had no difficulty with the girls, and were pretty cocky about it.
When they came out, they rushed to the car and clambered in. After introducing themselves, and greeting Chris, they began a steady chatter that wasn't to quit until they reached the tree-shaded camp grounds at the lake.
While Maggie supervised the erection of the tents, Chris busied herself with the girls, sorting and putting away the food and other articles they would need. She was surprised at the way Trish and Nancy dug in. They seemed to be willing workers, and got along well with Dianne.
"Hey!" Maggie called finally. "Let's knock off for some lunch. I'm about starved."
There was a chorus of shouts from the kids, so Chris set about preparing the food. She had hardly begun when Maggie came over to take charge.
"I promised, remember?" Maggie laughed.
When things were cleaned up and put away, Maggie decided to take the children for a tour around the grounds and the lake. They all left, with the exception of Chuck, who said he already knew what was there. When they had gone, he sat down at the picnic table with Chris and grinned.
"Where've you been keeping yourself, Aunt Chris? We don't see you much anymore."
"I've been awfully busy, Chuck," she lied. "How is school going?"
"Pretty good. The coach says I've got a good chance to go pro, if I don't screw... oh, excuse me. If I don't mess up."
"Why, I think that's fine, Chuck. What are you going to do now? Go down to the lake?"
"Nah. I'd better check the tents again. Last time, the stakes weren't in tight enough, and one of 'em fell over." He got up and strolled off, walking around the opposite side of the camper.
Chris sat for a moment, breathing in the pine scented air and looking at the beautiful scenery that surrounded the lake. It was a picturesque setting, with rolling hills, trees, and a huge, deep blue lake.
She rose and elected to get a short nap in the camper before the crowd returned. Stepping up into the back, she was going to the bed when she glanced out the window and saw Chuck.
He was standing behind one of the tents only a few yards away, his cock out of his pants, peeing on the ground. He was holding his tool with his thumb and index finger at the base, so that Chris had a good view of his dong.
It was long, thick and hairy, and the head was skinned all the way back. Chris watched in fascination as he played the stream of piss around, aiming at rocks and pebbles. As the yellow arc began to slow and finally stop, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then wrapped his hand around his rod and pumped it a few times.
As Chris stared, the shaft got hard, pointing skyward as it stiffened. Chuck's hand was still pumping it, more rapidly now. His legs trembled and quaked as his palm began to pound on his tool.
Chris felt a warmness in her groin, then her pussy began to twitch as she stood rooted, watching the boy jack off. Her own legs began to quiver as she stared at the immense tool being massaged so thoroughly. She thought about the boy in the car, and how she had felt when her mouth had slid down his prick.
Quickly, she unzipped her slacks and shoved a hand down under her panties to her hairy cunt. Spreading the lips of her pussy, she inserted a finger in her gash, and started rubbing her clit, pumping her ass at the same time.
"Uuuunnnnggghhhh! Uuuuunnnggghhh!" She could barely hear the boy moaning as he pounded his prong furiously. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open. "Uuuunnngghh! Uuunnngghh!"
Then suddenly, his knees bent and a white liquid squirted from the end of his dick in spurts, shooting up in the air, hanging there, then dropping to the ground in front of him. His entire body shook violently, and he shuddered.
Chris was so hot she couldn't stand it. Her own fingers were caressing her cunt feverishly, tickling her clit and rubbing the moist lips of her twat. She had never seen a man jack off!
The boy pumped the last drops of sperm from his rigid dick, then looked furtively around. He pushed the foreskin over the tip of his jerking dong, then forced it back into his tight jeans.
"Ooooohhhhhhh," Chris whispered softly. "Ooooohhhhhhhh!"
Again, she thought of the boy and how good his cock tasted, and the urge was uncontrollable. She couldn't stop! Not now! Not without anything! Thinking quickly, she grabbed for the zipper on her slacks and yanked it apart, breaking it. Then she wiped the hand that had been on her cunt and stepped to the door.
"Chuck?" she called. "Oh, Chuck? Could you come here for a minute?"
In a few minutes, the boy rounded the back of the camper and looked into the doorway. "Yeah, Aunt Chris. What is it?"
She glanced down at the bulge in his pants. His hard-on had gone down a little, but not enough to hide.
"I broke the zipper on my slacks, honey. I'll have to put on some other ones. Would you get my suitcase from the trunk of the car?"
As she spoke, she pulled the opening wide for him to see. Her sheer panties were white, and as he looked, his face reddened.
"Sure. Just a second."
He left, and Chris heard him get in the car for the keys. She quickly stripped the slacks off and tossed them on the bed, then bent over to look at her pussy. The black, curly hair was visible under the flimsy material, and some hairs were sticking out around the elastic in her crotch.
She adjusted the panties so that even more hair showed, then stood waiting in the middle of the passageway. She knew men, and she was sure boys were just the same. Once he saw that hairy cunt, he would do anything to get into it.
A pang of conscience struck her when she heard the trunk slam, but she dismissed it as she heard him walk around the camper to the door. Her cunt ached. She had to have something!
"Here, Aunt Chris," the boy said, opening the screen door and climbing up. He put the bag down, then looked at her for the first time. His jaw dropped as his eye caught her long, bare legs and the dark patch of hair under her brief panties.
"Thank you, Chuck. I think I'll put on a pair of shorts. Would you put it up on the bed for me, please?"
His eyes were wide as he nodded silently and picked up the suitcase. Chris stood aside to let him pass. The aisle was so narrow he couldn't get by without brushing against her, and when he did, his bulging pants rubbed across her belly.
"Oooohhhhhh," he gasped. "Excuse me."
"That's alright, dear," she smiled. He was as tall as she, and she was looking directly into his eyes.
He tried to back away as he tossed the bag on the bed, but fell backwards into the small dinette. When he climbed down, his gaze was drawn to her panty covered pussy. He saw the dark tangle of hair, and the wisps of dark curls that peeked out around the white material.
Chris stood stock still, watching the expression on his face. His eyes were bulging. She glanced down to his pelvis and saw the mound in his pants get bigger by the second as he stared at her snatch.
"Chuck, honey," Chris said softly, feeling the warm cream oozing from her hole and wetting the crotch of her panties. "I saw you over behind the tent. Don't you know boys shouldn't do things like that? At least not where you can be seen. If you have to have an ejaculation, you should find a girl to do it for you."
The boy listened to her, though he hadn't removed his eyes from her panties. But when she mentioned ejaculation, he looked up at her, fear furrowing his brow.
"But... ! I... ! Oh, Jeez, Aunt Chris! Don't tell mom! I won't do it anymore! Honest!"
Chris crouched in front of him, her legs wide. With her thighs spread, and in that position, her panties formed into her gash. The boy's eyes had followed her down, then dropped to the dark, wet area between her thighs and he sucked in his breath.
"That's alright, honey. I understand. Everybody has to do it once in a while. Even girls." She was uncontrollably hot now, and reached a hand over to pull his zipper down.
"Aunt Chris! Don't! Please don't! Jeez!"
"It's all big again, dear. I just want to see it." She opened his pants, and the stiff prick popped out, throbbing and jerking.
"Please!" he whimpered. "Don't! I... ! Ohhhhhhh, God!"
She wrapped her hand around the hot shaft, feeling the hardness of his muscle. Very gently, she skinned it back. The big purple head was swollen tight, and a drop of liquid was seeping from the slit in the end.
"Ooohhhh, Chuck! That's such a nice one! Did anybody ever tell you that? Why, it's about the biggest I've ever seen!"
Chris began sliding her hand up and down his stiff prick. It pulsated under her fingers as she gazed at it lovingly. She wanted desperately to suck him off--to taste his sweet juices. But she was afraid it would frighten a boy like him. And that was the last thing she wanted.
"C'mon, honey," she cooed, releasing his cock and standing up. "Let's get up on the bed and I'll take care of that big old thing for you." She hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down.
A croaking sound came from his throat as he saw her naked cunt for the first time. The black hair surrounded the gash that split her crotch. The pink lips of her twat were visible as she lifted a leg up to take the panties off her feet.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Ooooohhhhh, my God!"
"C'mon," she whispered, climbing up on the bed. "Get up here with me. C'mon."
Chuck rose up stiffly, his prick still standing out, hard and twitching. His face was filled with agony as he slowly got up on the bed and crawled between her outspread legs.
"That's the boy," she crooned. "Now come on up so I can put it in for you."
He moved up on knees and elbows until the tip of his shaft was touching the hair on her twat. Chris reached down, took it in her hand, and guided it tenderly into her cunny.
"Now, shove it in, honey. Hard!"
Chuck tensed his body, then lunged upward, thrusting his rod into her warm and grasping snatch.
"Aaaarrrgghhhhh!" he groaned. "Oooohhh, Jesus! Uuunnghh! Uuuuunnnggghhhh! Ooohhhh, wow! Wow!"
"Uuuuuummmmmm," Chris murmured. "Uuuuummmmm. Ohhhhh, honey! Uuuummmmmmm! Ohhhhhh, you feel so gooooooood!"
The boy stopped when his dong was buried, the end touching her uterus. His head was beside hers, and he was breathing heavily. She could feel his pecker vibrating in her twat, and smiled.
"Now, honey, pump it," she said quietly. "Just pump it in and out. Aaaahhhhhhh! That's it! You're doing it just fine!"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Uuuummmmm! Oh, honey! That's beautiful! A little harder now! Uuummmmm! Faster! Ohhhhhh, Chuck! Uuuunnnggghhh!"
She was writhing and twisting under him, hunching and pumping her ass, swirling her cunt around as he slammed and pounded his big dick into her.
He was panting and gasping into her ear, his hands clutching at the blanket on the bed as he drove his dick deep into her belly with each thrust. He could feel his sperm coursing up from his balls, surging at the base of his plunging prick.
His hot fluid spurted into her tube, pounding against her womb. They went rigid, shook with spasms, then trembled as the seemingly never ending flow of sperm crashed into her uterus, flowed around his dick, then seeped out her hole.
"Ohh, Chuck," she murmured when her climax stopped, leaving her almost breathless. "Oooohhhh, Chuck! That was divine! Ohhh, honey! Uuuuummmmm!"
"Oh, God," he cried out suddenly. He pulled his dong from her twat and leaped off the bed.
Jamming his cock back into his pants, he hurried to the door, still trying to zip them up.
"Oooohhhh, my God!" he cried as he sped out the door, leaving the screen swinging on its hinges.
CHAPTER THREE
Chris had rolled on her side to watch the boy dart out the door, then she lay back and closed her eyes. Sobs welled in her throat and tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she realized what she had done.
"My own nephew!" she whispered chokingly to herself. "My God, what am I doing?"
She lay there cursing herself bitterly for a long while. Then she heard the sounds of chattering and laughter. Bounding out of bed, she wiped her pussy with a paper towel, slipped on her panties, then dug frantically in the suitcase for something to wear.
A wrap-around skirt was the closest thing at hand, so she snatched it out and put it on. Turning to the tiny sink, she ran some cold water and wiped her face. Then, trying to appear calm, she stepped out the door just as the mob walked into the area.
"Hi," Maggie called out. "Boy, did we have the fun!" She came up to Chris breathless, her face red from exertion.
"God, kid! We went all over the place! Remember those old stables at the other end of the lake? They've got horses now. The kids made me promise to let them go riding tomorrow. I hope you know how. I sure don't."
Chris gave her sister a weak smile and nodded as she looked around for Chuck. He wasn't to be seen, but the other children were filing into the tents, so she assumed he had gone there.
"Don't tell me it's nap time?" Chris said, attempting to sound gay.
"No. Hell, no. They're getting into their swim suits. I thought it was long enough after lunch that they could swim. I'm going to join them. Want to come along?"
"No. I don't think so. I'll straighten up the camper and get the stuff ready for dinner."
"Don't you cook. I promised."
Chris laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll just get things ready."
As Maggie climbed into the camper, Chris turned and picked up her cigarettes from the picnic table, then strolled off into the pines, thoughts hanging heavy on her mind.
"You're... you're not going to undress right here, are you?"
Dianne was standing by her cot watching the other girls taking their clothes off. Both Trish and Nancy were bare from the waist up, and their tittys were sticking out proudly from their chests as they fumbled with the tops of their bikinis.
"Sure! Why not?" Trish giggled. "You've seen tits before, haven't you? What's the problem?"
"Yeah," Nancy smirked. "We're not ashamed of what we've got. Are you?" The girl bent over to cup her huge large boobs in the skimpy top, then she straightened up to tie it in back.
Dianne had been surprised they would expose themselves like that. She had never let anyone see her naked. Not even her own mother. And these girls didn't even wear brassieres! Though they both had nice tittys, firm and pointed with soft, pink nipples, Dianne knew hers were just as big. And they were older than she was.
"Well, go on, kid," Nancy said. "Get your suit on. We'll be late if you don't." She was sliding her shorts down her well-shaped legs, and before she bent over, Dianne saw the dark, hairy triangle covering her pelvis.
"I... ! I don't want to. I...!"
"Aw, go on," Nancy laughed. "We're all girls, aren't we? We aren't going to rape you. Honest."
Trish unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She had nicely rounded hips for being so thin, and the hair on her cunt was thick and black.
Afraid to be jeered at, Dianne undid her blouse and took it off. She undid her bra and let it fall from her shoulders, then picked up the top of her suit quickly and tried to put it on before the girls got a very good look.
"Boy," Nancy said quietly. "You're really built, kid. I bet you're almost a thirty-five. Right?"
Dianne's face was red as she nodded, stuffing her tits into the top. Secretly, she was proud that her tits had drawn a comment. Even though it was from another girl.
Unzipping her slacks, she slid them down, along with her panties. As she pulled them off her feet, she glanced over and saw Trish and Nancy looking at her pussy. Unashamed now, she took her time taking off her slacks and putting on the suit, all the time facing them.
"How about that, kid?" Trish said to Nancy. "She's got a better build than you do."
Nancy glared at her friend, but didn't reply. When they were ready, they trooped out through the door flap together.
"Let's go, girls," Maggie called. The boys were standing around her, and looked longingly at the girls in their skimpy suits. All except Chuck. He was looking around for his aunt.
They all started walking towards the lake, the boys lagging behind to watch the cute little asses jiggle as the girls giggled and laughed.
Things went quietly for the next two days. Chris had taken the youngsters riding; everyone had tried to help cook a meal, and they all enjoyed swimming in the lake. The ghetto children had relaxed, and were having as much fun as anyone.
Maggie had tried to keep them all together for their escapades, but the children tired of that and wanted to do what each of them felt like. She finally relented, even letting them stay in their bathing suits most of the time.
One afternoon, in an effort to get away and think, Chris put on her suit, picked up a blanket, and suntan lotion and headed off to a small clearing several hundred yards from the camp. It was a nice grassy place, and there was plenty of sunlight amongst the high trees.
She spread the blanket out, layed down on her stomach, then undid the straps to her top. She didn't want marks on her back from the tan. Not with the backless styles back in. Closing her eyes, she almost drifted off to sleep in the quiet solitude.
"Mind if I join you?"
Chris turned her head and looked up. Hank was standing by the blanket, wearing his trunks, a rare smile on his face. As she stared at him in surprise, he pointed to the blanket beside her.
"Yes. Sure, Hank. There's room." She put her face back down and closed her eyes. She could sense when he settled down beside her. And in her mind she could picture his well muscled young body since she had seen it so much the last few days.
"Want me to put this stuff on you?" he asked lightly.
"Why, thank you, Hank. If you would, please."
She heard him unscrew the cap. Then felt the cool liquid drip on her back. He put the cap back on, then his hands were gently massaging her skin, rubbing the cream all over, from her neck to her waist.
"Feel good?" he asked. "I never used the stuff myself."
"It's better than a sunburn, believe me."
"I suppose."
He had done her shoulders and back, and then began rubbing the lotion up and down her sides. As his hand neared her armpit, she could feel his fingers brushing against the side of her titty, and it sent a thrill through her. But he didn't go all the way.
Without asking, he slid down to her legs, applied some more cream, then began rubbing them. When his hands reached her thighs, he caressed them lightly, and she felt him massaging them inside, near her cunt.
She was becoming hot, and when he brushed against her twat, her legs jerked involuntarily. He stopped instantly, then when she didn't say anything, he started in again. She knew he was doing it intentionally, but she didn't want to stop him. It felt good.
"You, ahhh, you want me to do the other side, too?" he asked hoarsely.
Chris thought deeply for a moment. She desperately wanted him to, but... but then what? She couldn't let herself get carried away with a boy again. She had already done enough damage to two of them. And she hated herself for it.
"I... I don't think so, Hank. Thanks anyway."
"Oh. Okay." He sounded disappointed.
Chris felt more cream between her shoulder blades, then he was doing her back again. This time, his hands went under her arms and down the sides of her tittys. She felt his fingertips rub the sides of her flattened tits, and it was too much for her.
She rolled over on her back, leaving the brief top lying on the blanket.
The huge mounds pointed up from her chest, the nipples hard. Hank stared at them silently as she watched him, then he poured a small amount of lotion on her belly and began swirling it around.
Gradually, he worked up to her tittys. Then both his hands were covering them, rubbing them, kneading them and squeezing them. Chris relaxed and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasant senation.
As he caressed and felt her tits, Chris put her hands down, lifted her ass, and pulled the bottoms of her suit down. She kicked them off with her feet, then opened her eyes. Hank was staring at her cunt, his eyes bright, his hands working even faster than before.
"Rub me down there too, will you?" she asked softly.
As he slid his hands down over her tummy to her pelvis, she opened her thighs slightly. His creamy hands rubbed over her belly and pelvis, not touching the hairy area surrounding her twat.
Chris turned her head to look at his cock. His trunks were sticking far out, the prick inside jerking and throbbing. She reached over and put her hand on the bulge, squeezing it gently.
"Uuuunnnnggghhhh!" he gasped, turning to look at her.
"Don't look so surprised, dear," she crooned. "We both know what's going to happen, don't we?" Reaching into the front of his waistband, she pulled the tie lose, then started slipping his trunks off.
Hank grinned, straightened up, then pulled them down himself stretching the material out over his hardened shaft. He sat down, yanked the suit off, then grinned at Chris.
"Like that? You want it like that?"
"Yes, dear. Just get up here and do it." She started to spread her legs for him, then stopped. "No. I've changed my mind. You lay down."
Hank nodded and dropped to his back. Chris rose up on her knees, crawled to him, then bent over his stiff shaft and took it in her hand. It was thick and hard, bigger than Chuck's. And there was more hair covering his dick and his balls.
Leaning over, Chris opened her mouth and placed her lips on his foreskin, pushing it back with her mouth. Then she ran her tongue around the rim, licking and teasing it, tickling the tiny slit on the end.
As she cradled his heavy sack of balls in her hand, Chris slid her mouth down his stiff tool, sucking and pulling on his rod as she buried it between her lips. Sunlight beat down on her naked back and ass as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, sucking and slurping, delighting in the pleasure of a prick in her mouth again.
The boy was hunching his ass upwards, punching his rod at her mouth. He spread his quivering legs to give her more room to massage his balls.
"Uuuummmmmmm!" Chris murmured, her mouth full of swollen dick. "Uuuuummmmm!"
Hank was writhing and twisting, his entire body twitching as Chris nodded her head. It thrilled her to know she could make him blow off whenever she wanted. She dropped her hand from his nuts and slid a finger down to his bung hole.
Carefully, she teased the puckered opening with a fingertip, then slid it in, reaming his canal gently.
"AAARRRGGHHHH!" Hank shouted, reaching out to grab one of her tittys. "AAAAARRGGGHHHH! GODDAMN! OOOHHHH! UUUUNNNGGHHH!"
His body was tensing up, and she knew he would be shooting off soon. She increased the tempo of her mouth, sliding it up and down rapidly, sucking and pulling his cum up the shaft. As his legs stiffened out, she felt the surge of cum at the base of his pecker, then it was flowing up his shaft.
"AAAARRRGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Hank's sperm was gushing into her mouth, flowing over her tongue, slamming against her tonsils and spraying against the back of her throat. She gulped quickly, forcing the warm cream down into her stomach, tasting the sweetness of the young lad's cum.
"UUUUUUMMMMMM!" Chris moaned ecstatically. "UUUUMMMM!"
She quickly licked his prong off, running her tongue the entire length of it. Then she rose up, climbed on top of him, and bent down to rub a hard nipple across his lips as she put a hand back to guide his tool into her snatch.
Hank sucked her titty happily, gasping for breath. Chris slid the tip of his pecker between the folds of her twat, rubbed it up and down her wet gash, then inserted the tip into her hot hole.
Sitting up with a jerk, she placed both hands on his hard chest and slipped her cunny down over his dong. With her eyes closed and her mouth open, she swirled her ass round and round, forcing his hard tool to ream her cunny out.
"OOOHHHHHH!" she cried out. "OOOOHHHHHH!GOD! UUNNGGHH!"
The boy reached up with both hands and cupped her tittys. He began kneading them as she lifted up, then slammed down again, cramming his rod in to the hilt. Then she began to corkscrew on his dick, squirming as she pumped.
"UUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she groaned. "UUUNNNGGHH! OOOOOHHH, WHAT A COCK! WHAT A COCK! AAARRGGHHH! WWWHHHUUUUFFFF! OOOOHHHH!"
"FUCK IT!" he shouted. "FUCK IT! UUUNNNGGHHH! CHRIS! OH, SWEET JESUS! FUCK IT! A A A ARRGGGHHH! UUUUMMMMFFFF!"
Her back was arched, her face towards the sky as the spasms of climax thundered through her body, her entire frame shivering and vibrating.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Hank's hot liquid exploded in her cunt, squirting hard against her womb, spurting out in jets as he hunched madly up, trying to get his dick even farther into her.
Then Chris collapsed on top of him, moving her legs back to lay her full length on his body. She left his prick inside her, moaning softly into his neck as the tremors of orgasm slowly left her, panting for breath.
After a few moments, she rolled off easily, sweat running down her face and her chest. They both layed there silently, each basking in their enjoyment. Then Chris sat up and reached for her suit.
"We'd better get dressed," she said quietly, slipping the bottoms up her legs. "We wouldn't want anyone to catch us here."
The boy groaned, sat up, then began pulling his trunks over his feet. When they were up to his thighs, he got to his knees and yanked them over his ass and still-hard dick.
"Jesus, Chris. That was terrific. I... I been hoping that something like this would happen. I even dreamed about it the other night. I blew off into my blanket."
Chris smiled as she slipped the halter cups over her full tits and put her arms into the straps. "I'm glad you liked it. Tie me, will you?"
When he was through, she said, "You won't say anything about this, will you? Not to anybody? It might... it might cause a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry," he grinned. "I won't. I'm not stupid. I know a good thing when I see it. You want me to walk back with you?"
"No, Hank. Why don't you go around some other way? Then nobody will be suspicious. Okay?"
"Right on." He rose to his feet, still smiling, and took off into the trees, angling away from the camp.
Chris carefully folded the blanket, picked up the suntan lotion, and strolled slowly back to the camper. A guilty feeling was tearing at her insides. What on earth was she doing? Why was she so suddenly interested in boys?
If she wanted a fuck, all she had to do was let it be known in town. There were hundreds of men who would love a chance to get their pricks into her. Why this unaccountable interest in fucking kids? Even at that, screwing Hank wasn't so bad. He was just a stranger whom she would never see again. But Chuck? That was a different story!
A frown of worry creased her face as she neared the camp area. There was no one in sight, so she tossed the blanket and lotion into the camper and got a cold can of beer from the cooler that Maggie had been thoughtful enough to bring along.
She sat down at the picnic table, took a long swallow of the cool brew, then lit a cigarette. She had to do something about this. Maybe see a psychiatrist or something. Perhaps if she told the court that she was seeking professional help, they wouldn't be so hard on her.
Staring at the beer can, lost in thought, she was startled when she heard a noise behind her. Turning around quickly, she saw Dianne walking towards her, her mouth turned down at the corners as though she were about to cry.
"Hi, honey," Chris said. "Come on and sit down."
The girl walked up, dropped down on the seat next to Chris, then stared at her folded hands in her lap.
"Why did you do it?" Dianne said so softly Chris could barely hear her. "Why?"
"Do what, Dianne? What do you mean?"
"I... I saw you out there with Hank. I-... I was going to find you to... to see if you wanted to go swimming with me."
Terror clenched at Chris' stomach. She felt dizzy for a moment, losing her eyes to dispel the nausea she felt. Then she quickly lit a cigarette with shaking hands before turning back to the girl, who was still looking down at her lap.
"Dianne... ! Honey, I... I wish you hadn't seen that. I would give anything if you hadn't." She reached over to put a hand on the girl's shoulder, but Dianne shrugged it off.
"I... I think it was terrible, Aunt Chris. You... you shouldn't do things like that. I... I always thought you were so... so nice and everything. Then... ! Oh, why? Why?"
Tears were flowing down the girl's face, and her shoulders were shaking as she broke into sobs. Chris sat silently until the girl quieted. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? What answer was there for it?
"Dianne, honey, you must understand. There's going to come a time in your life when you... when you have relations with a boy. When that happens, you're going to find that you like it, and that it's wonderful."
"But, Jeez!" the girl croaked. "You and... and a boy! That's not right! It's just not right!"
"Honey, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Dianne nodded her head slowly.
"Well, you see, when you... when you get used to having... sex, it's hard to stop. When your Uncle Bill died, I didn't do anything for a long time. But a woman has natural instincts that have to be satisfied. You can't just turn off your normal emotions like a water faucet. It would be like being hungry, but not eating. Do you see?"
Dianne turned to look at her, red eyed. "Yes. I see. But you should do... do things like that with a man. You're... you're old enough to be his mother!"
"What can I say? What do you want me to say? I know it wasn't the proper thing to do. But I'm lonesome. Hank was the only one around when I wanted it. I couldn't help myself."
The girl stared into Chris' eyes for a long while. It was as though she were seeking an answer in them. Then she sighed heavily, and dropped her gaze back to her folded hands.
"Yes," she whispered. "I guess that's the way it is. I only hope you won't do it again. I love you, Aunt Chris. You're my friend." She paused. "I won't say anything about it. You don't have to worry about that."
"Thank you, dear," Chris said, relieved. She patted the girl on the arm. "I promise it won't happen again. And I'm very glad you came to me to talk about it."
Dianne stood up. She wiped her face with the backs of her hands, then smiled weakly at Chris.
"I think I'll go take that swim now. Maybe it'll make me feel better."
"That's a good idea, honey. Be careful."
Dianne turned and started away towards the girl's tent, then stopped and came back. "I think you should know something. I'm pretty sure Mom saw you, too. She was walking away through the trees when I came up to that clearing. She didn't see me, but she may have seen you."
Chris closed her eyes and bowed her head. That was all she needed. Her body shuddered as she thought of what her sister would say if she did see what had happened.
"Thank you for telling me, dear," she sighed. "Now, you'd better go get that swim. I'll see you later."
When the girl had gone, Chris went over to the cooler and opened another beer. If what Dianne had guessed was true, she was going to need it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The members of the group straggled into camp one and two at a time just before six. Chuck carefully avoided Chris, but the other youngsters flocked around her, telling what they had done during the day. \ When Maggie finally arrived, still wet from her swim, Chris looked for some sign that she was upset, but Maggie was her old self, smiling and laughing with the kids. She cooked a big meal of grilled pork chops and everyone ate as though they were on the brink of starvation.
The children did the dishes immediately after the meal, then pleaded to be able to toast marshmallows over a fire. Maggie agreed, and when they were busy stuffing themselves on the brown, sticky gobs, Maggie came over to Chris.
"How about taking a walk down to the lake? I want to talk to you."
Chris nervously said yes, and followed her sister from the circle of jabbering kids into the darkness. They picked their way down the lane, walking slowly to avoid fallen branches and holes. When they arrived at the shoreline, Maggie dropped down into the sand and lit a cigarette.
Chris sat beside her, waiting expectantly for the violent explosion she was sure would be forthcoming. She was surprised when Maggie laughed suddenly, then clapped her on the knee. This was not what she expected at all!
"Chris, you're something else," Maggie smiled. "I didn't think you had it in you."
"What do you mean? What in me?"
"I saw you with Hank today. Now, don't get upset. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm really very glad it happened. Or I should say, I'm glad I know about it."
Chris shook her head in wonder. "I don't get it. What do you mean?"
"I mean, join the club! Honestly, I didn't think you would ever do anything like that. I was afraid when I asked you to come with us that you'd be a prude. But now, I've got to tell you about a lot of things."
"I guess I'm a little dense, but I still don't understand. Why would you be afraid to ask me along?"
"Chris, it's simple. I know you don't know any more about my sex life than I do about yours. But, Paul and I... well, we do things a little differently than most people. We, ahhh, we decided that things were getting a little stale with us. So we agreed to try something different."
"Look, Chris. I know you fucked Hank. I saw it. I was surprised, but at the same time, I was glad. Why do you think we started taking these kids out in the first place?"
"You mean... ? You mean you and Paul...?"
"Right. Those kids won't say anything. Why should they? They have a good deal, and they know it. Free vacation, free food, a good time. And they're not ignorant of the facts of life, either."
"But... ? All of them? You and Paul... ? With all of them?"
"No, honey. Not all of them. And we don't take the same ones all the time, either. The ones that aren't interested, we don't ask out again. Even with the ones that are, we don't make a habit out of it."
"Do you... do you let your own kids know what's going on?"
"Of course not. And we try to keep a close eye on them. I don't know about the boys, but I'm sure Dianne hasn't done anything."
"And Paul? He... likes the girls?"
"Chris, you should have seen one girl. Her name was Agnes. She was all over him like a whore. He told me that she blew him one day when they were going to the store. Right in the car!"
"How about the kids that are here now? Have you both... have you both tried them?"
"No. That's why I was so pleased. I didn't know whether that Hank would or not. He seemed to be so withdrawn. But now I know better. How was he, by the way?"
Chris lit a cigarette before answering. She was so shocked she couldn't absorb what her sister was saying. It sounded so fantastic that it would take her a while to digest it. Never in her life would she have believed anything like this.
"You don't mind if Paul screws the girls, and he doesn't mind if you do it to the boys. Is that right?"
"Uh huh. That's it. It works out real nice for us. We've got one of the nicest arrangements possible. Naturally, we still have each other. But a little variety once in a while seems to make it a lot better."
"My God," Chris whispered.
"Why are you so surprised? After all, you fucked Hank, you know. Was that the first time you had a young dick inside you?"
Chris started to answer, then thought better of it. Even with her sister's admission, she couldn't tell her about the boy in the car. Or Chuck. "Maggie, I...!"
"Never mind. It doesn't make any difference. Anyway, what I'd like you to do is cover for me while I try Hank tonight. I want to take him out in the trees and have him stick me. Will you do that for me?"
Chris thought for a moment, then nodded agreement. There wasn't much else she could do. Not after what had happened.
"Good. I knew you would. My pussy's been aching for a good fuck since we've started up here. You know, a young prick can make you feel good. Like you were a teen-ager again. And some of those boys are really hung. I saw Hank's rod. Wow!"
"When do you want to go?" Chris asked.
"I'll let you know. Maybe after they're all asleep. I'll talk to him as soon as we get back, and have him sneak out. We can get away without anyone knowing about it. I just want you to keep an eye out. I wouldn't want my kids to find us."
"All right, Maggie. I'll do it. But please be careful. I'm sure it would be a shock to your kids, especially Dianne. Just take it easy."
"Don't worry, honey. I've had plenty of practice. Shall we get back now? There's no telling what those kids are up to."
They got up and headed back. Chris' head was reeling with the news she had received. She would never have imagined that her sister and brother-in-law would do anything like that. Not in a million years.
When they reached their area, they saw the kids sitting around the fire chattering and laughing. Maggie seemed to be in an even better mood than before, and coaxed everyone into a game of charades until it was time to go to bed.
As they were breaking up, Chris saw her sister take Hank aside and speak to him briefly before going into the camper.
"It's all set," Maggie announced gleefully as Chris came in the door. "He's going to wait until the boys are asleep, then meet me up in that clearing. God, I can hardly wait."
They turned off the lights, and while Chris lay in the bed, listening to the night sounds of the woods, Maggie sat in the darkness of the dinette, fidgeting as she waited for all the kids' noises to cease. When everything was quiet, she stood up and nodded to Chris.
"I'm going now. Keep a sharp ear out. I don't want anyone following us."
"Be careful," Chris said, then watched her sister climb down the steps and disappear into the inky blackness, carrying a blanket.
She tried to stay awake, but the clear night air and the efforts of the day were lulling her off to sleep. Her eyes were drooping, and she had almost drifted off when she heard the door open quietly.
Peering into the dark interior of the camper, she saw a form come in, then walk towards the bed. When it came close, she made out Chuck's face in the dim light of the moon.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered.
"Aunt Chris, I can't stand it. I... I want to come to bed with you."
"How... how did you know your mother wasn't here?"
"I knew. I know all about what she and dad do with those kids. We all know. We just don't say anything. I saw Hank sneaking out, and I got up and watched. He met Mom up in the trees."
"Oh, Chuck. I'm so sorry. I didn't think you...!"
"Aw, it's okay," he said softly. "We talked it over, and we figured they knew what they were doing. The only thing is, they won't let us do the same thing. If they would, it'd be a lot different."
Chris looked at the boy wonderingly. He was dressed only in his shorts, and his cock was hard, pushing the material out like a tent. She knew what he wanted. And why shouldn't he have it, if his mother was out being fucked by another boy?
"Why don't you take those off and climb up here?" she said soothingly. "We can have some fun, too."
Chuck grinned widely and yanked his shorts off. Chris threw the covers back as he started to climb in. She was sleeping in the nude as she usually did, and the boy gazed up and down her beautiful figure as he got up.
He quickly bent down and covered one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking on the pink point until it got hard. Chris put a hand on his head and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sensation his sucking sent down to her pussy.
Releasing her titty gently, he raised up to look at her.
"Can I... can I eat your pussy, Aunt Chris? I want to very much."
The very thought made her uterus contract and her wet cunt dilate even more. Moving her thighs apart, she smiled and winked.
"Of course you can, honey. Make me cum. Eat me so hard I cum."
"I'll try." The boy crawled down between her legs and bent his head down. In an instant, his hot tongue was running up and down her slit, licking and lapping at the creamy gash. He closed his lips around her clit and began sucking it tenderly.
"Ooooohhhhhhh! Chuck! Uuunngghh! Ohhhhh, honey! Ohhhh, do it! Eat me! Stick your tongue in my hole, dear! Uuunngghh!"
She placed her hands on each side of his head then lifted her legs to drape them over his shoulders. His mouth was a wild thing, boring in between the lips of her twat, licking, slurping and sucking.
"Ooohhhuuuuuucccckkk! Ohhhhhhh! Right there! Ohhhh, baby! Uuunnnggghhhh! God, you're wonderful! Ohhhhh, honey! You do it so gooooood! Uuuuuummmmmmmm!"
Chuck ran his hands under her ass, grasping both cheeks as his face rubbed up and down on her snatch. Then his tongue was darting into her hole, rimming it, licking the flow of juices that was seeping out.
"Baaaaaaby!" she moaned. "Oooohhhh, baaaaaaby! I'm so hot I can't stand it! Pretty soon! Uuuunnnggghhh! Ooohhhhh!"
Chris squirmed and twisted on his face, her body quivering as she hunched up onto his flicking tongue. Her chest was heaving and her belly palpitating as she felt her orgasm coming on. "CHUUUUUUUCK! UUUUNNNNGGHHHH! NOW, BABY! NOW! NOW! OH, MY GOOOOOOOD! NOW! NOW!"
Using her legs and her hands, she forced his face into her gash, enveloping his mouth and nose between the folds of her twat. Her back arched off the bed, and animal sounds ushered from her throat. Then she jerked violently, stopped, went rigid, then dropped her legs and hands as she sank back onto the bed, exhausted.
Chuck rose up slowly, his face covered with her cream. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge, his frame trembling from the excitement.
"Let's take a breather," Chris whispered. "Then I want you to stick that dick in me and fuck me to death."
Chuck turned his head and smiled. "You bet, Aunt Chris. Anything you say."
"What did you want to see me about, Mrs. Mason?" Hank asked as Maggie led him by the arm through the trees.
"Wait 'til we get there, honey," Maggie smiled. "I know you'll like it."
They stepped carefully through the pines, their footsteps hushed by the fallen needles. Then they entered the moonlit clearing, where only a few hours before Hank had had his prick taken care of.
"Here we are," Maggie announced. "Grab the other end of this, and we'll spread it out."
She unfolded the blanket, and together they layed it flat on the ground. Maggie kicked her shoes off and walked to the center, holding her arms out to the boy.
"C'mon, honey," she cooed. "C'mere and let me hold you."
Confused, Hank stepped forward, then stopped to leave his shoes on the edge of the blanket. Then he walked close to the woman, who still had her arms out to him.
When he was near enough, she pulled him close, pressing her entire body against his, feeling the hardness of his muscular frame. She kissed him passionately on the mouth, sticking her tongue between his lips to entwine with his.
Suddenly, Hank realized what it was all about and put his arms around her, kissing her back. He could feel the pressure of her gigantic tits against his chest, the nipples bare under her light blouse.
"Ohhhhhh, Hank," she moaned, pulling away. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his hardening tool, squeezing it through the cloth of his jeans.
With her other hand, she began unbuttoning her blouse. As the last button was undone, she yanked it wide open, showing him her still-firm tittys, the nipples like pencil erasers sticking out from the creamy mounds.
"Bend down," she whispered, holding a tit in her hand to guide it into his mouth.
His lips closed around her tit and she released his prick to unzip her shorts. As the boy sucked madly on her nipple, she pushed her shorts down her legs and kicked them off her feet. She wasn't wearing panties. Shrugging her shoulders, the light blouse fell off onto the blanket, and she was standing nude in the moonlight, the boy still tugging on her nipple with his lips.
"That's enough, baby," she murmured.
He backed away and looked at her. Her immense tits were pointed directly at his chest, and below, the dark bush of her pussy contrasted with the whiteness of her belly and legs.
Quickly, he shed his shirt and pants, stood as naked as she for a moment, then stepped to her. His hard prick stabbed into her belly as he pulled her to him. Now her hard nipples were pressing into his chest, and he could feel the softness of her tits squashed against him.
"Honey," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh, honey! Let's lay down."
They fell to the blanket together, still entwined. Maggie groped for his cock as soon as they were down, grasping it in her hand, feeling the hard muscle jerk as she squeezed it.
"Oooohhhhhh," she groaned. "God, what a prick! Ohhhhh, Hank! Let me suck it!"
She pushed away from him and scrambled to her knees. As he rolled over on his back, Maggie bent down to hold his tool with two fingers, her open mouth covering the tip of his prick.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhh!" he gasped. "Oooohhhhhh, Jesus!"
He was being sucked off for the second time that day! And by different women! His stiff cock throbbed in her mouth as he reached over to run his hand down her bare back to her ass. He let his fingers slide down the crack of her ass until he could feel the hair in her crotch.
Maggie's snatch was wet, and her slit dilated. Her hole was within reach, so he slid a finger into it, twisting it around to ream the opening.
When she felt his finger in her twat, Maggie used her lips to push his foreskin back, then ran her tongue around the head of his dick, rimming it, teasing the small slit, then she slid her mouth as far down as she could, sucking and pulling on his dong.
The sweetness of his thick shaft sent Maggie into a frenzy. She was sucking with everything she had, her head nodding up and down so fast it was almost a blur. She grabbed his balls and began milking them down, rolling his nuts in her hand like dice.
Hank's warm cream spewed into her mouth, surging in jets as it spurted against the back of her throat. Swallowing with a thirst, she swirled her ass on his finger at the same time, but she couldn't cum. Not that way.
When the last of his sperm had seeped out, she pulled her mouth off and straddled his dong, backwards. Gripping his rod, she inserted it into her hole, then grabbed his balls again and began hunching him. As she spiralled up and down on his dong, she cradled his nuts and with the same hand, pushed a finger deep into his asshole.
"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! Ohhhhh, man what a cock! Unngghhh! I'm . ,. going... to... fuck... it... right... off!"
Maggie braced herself by putting a hand on the blanket between his legs, then began pounding the tool deep into her hot snatch, swirling and twisting as she hammered down on the thick shaft.
"UUUUNNNGGGHHH!" Hank groaned. "UUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!"
He raised his head to watch the gleaming cheeks of her ass as she hunched and pumped on his staff. He could see his slimy rod slither in and out of her twat as she raised up, then rammed down on it, the cream from her cunt glistening on his dick.
Just as her orgasm sent vibrating tremors through her body, she felt his sperm slam into her tube, washing against her womb in waves. She stopped, squeezing his nuts while the delightful spasms of orgasm shook her. They remained motionless for a while, gasping for breath, their bodies quaking from the effort and ecstasy. Then Maggie lifted off his cock and slumped onto the blanket, her chest heaving. Hank didn't move. His legs twitched and his prick jerked, but he lay still.
"Ooooooohhhh, Hank," Maggie groaned. "God, you're a good fuck. I have to take a breather for a minute. That was almost too much for me."
"Uh huh," Hank gasped. "Me, too. I don't know whether I can do any more or not."
"Let's wait and see." Maggie closed her eyes and smiled.
"Ready?" Chris asked softly. Chuck had crawled up beside her, and was laying in the crook of her arm, her nipple in his mouth.
He pulled away from her titty and nodded.
"Okay. Let's do it a different way, this time. I'll get up on my hands and knees. Would you like that?"
"I've never done it that way," he replied. "Do you want me behind you?"
"Uh huh." Pulling her arm from beneath his head, she got into position, then spread her knees.
Chuck rose and knelt behind her, holding his cock in his hand. Staring down at her beautifully shaped ass, he inched up to it, then rubbed his dick around until he could feel her hot hole.
"Right there," Chris whispered. "Now, stick it in and pump it. I want you to fuck me hard. Hard and fast."
The boy inserted the head of his pecker, then put his hands on her hips. Bracing his knees, he lunged forward, stabbing her twat with his shaft.
"Uuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" Chris cried out. "Uuuunnnnnggghhh!"
Her twat was juicy and slippery from his eating her, and his tool went all the way in easily. He backed it out almost to the tip, then slammed it in again, banging against her uterus.
"WHUUUUFFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAAARRRGGHHHHH!" Her pussy was even tighter this way, and he thrilled as the tissue inside her belly wrapped around his dong as though it were a hand. Doing as he was told, he began pounding it to her, thrusting forward almost viciously as he held on to her waist.
"BAAAAAAABY!" she cried. "BAAAAAABY! OHHHHHH!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAARRRGGHHHH!" He bent over her back and put his hands under her, taking a tit in each and kneading it.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OOHHH, FUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!"
Chris was twirling her ass around, undulating as he shoved his dick in faster and faster. His long tool was deep inside her, almost to her waist. Each time he lunged, she could feel her intestines being pushed out of the way to make room for the big dong.
Chuck erupted at the same time, his sperm crashing into her twat. He sank onto her back, motionless, as his dick jerked, the warm liquid shooting out the end of his rod in gushes.
Christine kicked her knees back and fell down on the bed. Chuck dropped with her, his dong still twitching in her cunt. When the tremors had subsided, he eased his dick from her juice-filled hole and got down off the bed, shaking his head dizzily.
"I think I'd better get back now," he whispered. "Mom'll be back pretty soon, and I don't want her to catch me here."
"You're right, honey. Go ahead. But don't forget tonight. We'll have to do this again, won't we?"
"You bet. Well, goodnight."
" 'Night, Chuck." Chris closed her eyes and relaxed as he went silently out the door, his shorts in his hand.
"Well, I'll be damned," Maggie muttered, motioning Hank to a halt. She shook her head in wonder as she saw her son climb from the camper, stark naked, his prick hard, and walk quickly to the boys tent.
"Do you suppose he was...?"
"Never mind, Hank. Just never mind. Let's get to bed."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, kid," Trish hissed. "You asleep?"
Dianne had been tossing and turning on her cot, trying to close her mind to everything and drift off, but unable to. She had heard people walking around outside, then the sounds of moans and groans, probably from the camper, had disturbed her even more.
"No," Dianne whispered, getting up on one elbow. "How come you're awake?"
"I wasn't, but those voices woke me up. Who was it, do you know?"
"No." Dianne lied. She was sure it was her mother with one of the boys again. She knew what was going on. Her brothers had told her. But she didn't want to admit it to anybody.
"Sounded like somebody was going at it pretty good," Trish giggled. "Boy, I wish I could get a little."
"Huh?"
"I want a good fuck," Trish said more loudly. "Goddamn, it's been a long time."
Dianne didn't say anything. She wasn't sure whether she should reply to that remark or not.
"You a virgin, kid?" Trish asked, rolling over on her side to look at Dianne.
"I... ! Yes," she replied softly.
"Good God! How old are you?"
"Twelve. Almost thirteen. What's wrong with being a virgin?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. But Jeez, kid. You don't know what you're missing. It's really cool. No shit."
"How... how many times have you done it?"
"Hell, I don't know. Lots. I was only ten the first time. You ought to try it, Dianne. It's a blast." Trish paused, then asked, "Haven't you even jacked off?"
Dianne had heard her brothers talking about that, but she wasn't quite sure what it was.
"No. I don't think so."
"You don't think so? God, kid. You sure are dumb. Either you have or you haven't. Don't you know what it is?"
She didn't want to appear stupid, but Dianne wasn't exactly sure where the conversation was going, so she told the truth.
"Not really, I guess. What is it?"
Dianne's stark honesty brought out the compassion in Trish. She threw back the covers, got off her cot, then walked over to sit next to the girl.
"Jeez, kid. Haven't you ever cum at all? I mean, never?"
"I guess not." In the moonlight filtering in, Dianne could make out Trish's nude body. Her large tits were only inches from her face, and the nipples were dark against her white skin.
"Oh, for God's sake," Trish said wonderingly. "Haven't you ever played with your pussy? Like sticking your finger in or anything?"
"No. Never. My mom won't even let me use a tampon. She makes me use the pads. I've never put... anything inside me."
Trish was silent for a while, then she glanced over at Nancy, who was snoring quietly. She sighed, then turned back to Dianne.
"Want me to show you how? Really, kid, you should at least know how to do it. It's not as good as a cock, but it's something anyway."
"I... I don't know. Does it hurt?"
"Naw. It feels good. Want me to show you?"
Dianne wasn't sure, but she didn't want to be chicken. She had always wondered what the fascination with sex was all about, and this was a good time to find out.
"Okay," she whispered. "What do I have to do?"
Trish thought, then said, "I think it would be better if I did it to you the first time. It always feels better to me if somebody else does it. Of course I'm talking about boys, but it's the same thing."
Reaching over, Trish took hold of the covers and pulled them down. Dianne was wearing a shorty nightgown, complete with panties.
"Take those things off first. I can't do anything with those on."
Dianne hesitated, more out of embarrassment than anything else, but she was committed now. She sat up, pulled the top off, then layed back down to slip the panties off. When she was finished, lying there naked, Trish looked her body over admiringly.
"God, Dianne! I wish I was built like that. I'm so damn skinny."
"Not on top, you're hot," Dianne laughed, at ease now.
"Okay. Just relax and let me take over. Spread your legs out."
Dianne did as she was told. She watched Trish slide down on the bed, then felt her hand sliding up the inside of her thigh to her crotch. Trish inserted a finger into her gash, then began rubbing it up and down her slit, pushing the lips apart.
As Trish continued to caress and fondle her twat, Dianne relaxed and closed her eyes, enjoying what the girl was doing to her. She felt her cunt getting wet as Trish swirled her hot fingers around her pussy, spreading the fluid over the folds of her snatch.
"Okay, now," Trish said hoarsely, "I'm going to put one of my fingers in. Ready?"
"Uh huh."
Dianne's legs twitched as the girl slipped a finger into her hole. She had never felt anything like that! It kept going in farther and farther, as though it would never stop. And the farther it went in, the better it felt.
"Shhhhhhhh! Don't wake Nancy up. How's that? Like it?"
"Uh huh! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Relax, kid. I'll do it all."
Trish began sliding her finger in and out of the girl's twat, twisting and turning it inside to rub all the sensitive tissues. Dianne's juice was running now, and her finger made a slurping sound as it pumped her hole.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Dianne twisted and turned on her back, thrilling at the sensation Trish's finger was giving her. "Ooooohhhhh!"
Trish smiled, and began pumping faster. She could feel her womb with the tip of her finger, and knew what Dianne was experiencing. The fluid was running out onto the palm of her hand as she slid her finger in and pulled it out, swirling it around.
Trish pounded harder, her other fingers slamming against Dianne's pelvis as she hammered her finger into the juicy hole.
"OH! OH! OH! UUUUNNNNNGGGHH! OH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Dianne's body went rigid, then shook violently as the hard spasms of orgasm thundered through her body, tingling every nerve. Then she sank back on the cot, trembling, her chest heaving from the excitement.
Trish pulled her finger from the dripping hole and wiped it on the blanket. Then she moved up on the cot to lean over the prostrate girl.
"Now do you see what I meant? That's what it feels like, only better. Still want to be a virgin?"
Dianne opened her eyes and looked up at the girl. Her lips turned up in a grin and she patted Trish on the shoulder.
"I see," she said. "I wish I'd done it before. Thanks a lot, Trish. I really mean it. God! I never dreamed it would be so good!"
"That's okay, kid. I'm your friend, you know. Now I'm going back to my bed and jack off, too. I'm hot, after doing it to you."
She stood up and crossed to her cot. Laying down, she spread her legs wide and put a hand on her pussy. Dianne turned on her side to watch as Trish stuck a finger in her twat and moaned softly as she pumped and pushed at her own hole. It wasnt long before her ass was in the air and her body was jerking with climax.
She whimpered, then relaxed, her finger still in her twat.
When Christine woke up the next morning, Maggie was gone. She got out of bed, put on a pair of shorts and a halter, ran a brush through her hair, then stepped outside.
Several of the kids were wandering around sleepily, and her sister was at the open oven, a fire already going under a big pan of frying bacon.
"Good morning," Maggie called. "I thought you were going to sleep 'til noon."
"What's on the agenda for today?" Chris asked, walking over.
"Hell, I don't know. The kids want to go horseback riding again, but I told them they'd have to ask you. Want to take them?"
"I don't know just yet. Let me wake up first, then I'll decide." She lit a cigarette, then glanced around. The boys were all outside with their trunks on, waiting for the girls to go down to the lake for a swim before breakfast.
She looked at both Chuck and Hank lovingly, though they hadn't noticed her as yet. Then her attention was drawn to Ted, who was standing to one side, his hands on his hips. His long, lanky frame was very tanned after so many days in the sun, and the teeth behind his grin seemed much whiter.
But what attracted her attention was the mound in his trunks. His prick was up against his belly, outlined under the tight material, and she could almost make out the head of his dick.
"If he got a hard-on," she thought, "it would pop right out the waistband."
Her gaze was still fixed on his cock when the girls came out of their tent. As usual, they were still tying and tugging at their suits. And as Chris watched, Ted's dong started to get hard, growing under his trunks as he stared at the girls. When the kids took off for the water, Chris turned to her sister.
"What about Ted, Maggie? Have you tried anything with him?"
"No, not yet. He's sure a pleasant kid, though. Never a bad word for anybody or anything. I think he's getting to that Nancy, though. Every time he looks at her, his prick gets hard."
"Oh? Hmmmmmmmm. Maybe I will take the kids riding."
Maggie threw her head back and laughed. "For crying out loud. You sure picked this business up fast, didn't you? What are you going to do, screw him on horseback?"
"Don't be silly. I just want to see if he's receptive."
Maggie turned serious, her eyes on the frying bacon as she said, "Chris? I know Chuck was in the camper with you last night. I saw him come out without anything on. And he had a hard-on."
"Maggie, I...!"
."No, don't say anything before I'm through. I don't mind, really. And I know Paul wouldn't. I don't care if you fuck him fifteen times a day and thirty on Sunday. Just don't let him get too attached to you, that's all. You know how boys are. They all have a mother complex."
"I don't think he'd let himself get that involved, Maggie. He's a pretty good kid. And I have to admit it wasn't his fault that he came to me. I... I led him on a bit."
Maggie swung around and put an arm over her sister's shoulders. "Don't worry about it. If it wasn't you, it would have been some kid who would have probably scared him to death. It's all right, Chris. Believe me."
"Alright, everybody, Mount up." Chris swung easily into the saddle on the swaybacked mare.
The horses certainly hadn't been selected for their looks or spirit. Rather, they were all old, slow plodders that could be trusted with the novice riders that rented horses by the hour.
However, that fact didn't dampen the youngsters' enthusiasm. They each climbed up awkwardly, then sat proudly, their faces beaming at their accomplishment.
Chris made sure that they all had their feet in the stirrups properly, then pointed to the start of the planned trail that would bring them back to the stables in two hours, give or take five minutes.
"Let's go. Chuck, you're the oldest, so you go first. Stay on the trail. Don't go wandering off. The horses know the way, so just let them take you where you're supposed to go."
Chuck turned his horse and went out the gate, followed by the other children as they got their nags to move. Chris rode up next to Ted and put a hand on his arm.
"We'll be last. If one of these horses gets raunchy, I'll need some help. Okay?"
"Sure!" Ted grinned. "I'd be glad to give you a hand."
When the others had formed a single line and were on their way, Chris motioned to Ted to go, then fell in behind him. She noted that he seemed to take to riding naturally, his back ramrod straight, holding the reins easily as she had told him to do.
The line moved off into the trees, and soon they were out of sight of the stables and the lake, lost in the towering pine trees and brush. The trail was well marked, though narrow. It wound around, taking the easiest route through the rolling hills.
When they had been riding for about fifteen minutes, well into the woods, Chris kicked her horse and rode up beside Ted. He turned to her, his eyes sparkling happily.
"Boy, this is really fun, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, Ted. Let's pull up at the next clearing. I want to talk to you."
"Okay. As soon as I see one, I'll stop."
They went on another ten minutes before Ted pulled his roan up, then urged him off into a small clearing next to the trail. Chris rode up, jumped off her horse, then tied him to a tree.
"Get down, Ted. We can take a walk from here. See some of the scenery while we talk."
The boy got down, tied his horse, then followed Chris up the hill into the trees. When they had walked about two hundred yards, Chris stopped on a small, shady knoll and sat down in the thick grass. Ted dropped down beside her.
"What did you want to talk about, Chris?" he asked with a serious expression.
"Well, it's rather personal, but I have to ask you a few questions. You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Not at all."
"All right, then. Ted, Mrs. Mason, Maggie, says that you and Nancy have been... ahhh, getting kind of close."
"Nancy?" His face began turning red. "Well, I... ! That is, we...!"
"Let's talk plainly, Ted. Have you been... screwing her?"
"I, ahhh... ! Why? Did Nancy say something?"
"No. At least not that I know of. But that doesn't make any difference. Have you or haven't you?"
"Well, I... ! Oh, God, Chris! I don't want to talk about things like that with you! Do we have to?"
"Yes. Now answer me. Have you?"
Ted cleared his throat, picked at a blade of grass, then looked off into the trees. "Yes," he said quietly.
"How? We've been watching all of you. How did you do it?"
"We... once we did it in the lake. We swam away from the other kids and did it in the water."
"And the other times?"
"Well, we... we snuck out early one morning while everyone was asleep, and went into the woods."
"Is that all? You didn't do it any other time?"
The boy's face got redder than ever. "One time... one time she... sucked me off. It was at night, and we were supposed to be going to the bathroom."
"All right, Ted. There's no harm done. We just wanted to know what was going on. It's just that we don't want any of the girls getting pregnant while they're supposed to be with us. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, ma'am," he murmured.
"You don't have any disease, do you?"
"Oh, no! Honest! Really, I don't!"
"Well, I think I'd better take a look, anyway. Perhaps you didn't before, but you might now. Stand up and pull your pants down. I want to see it."
"Ohhh, no! Don't make me do that! Please!"
"Go on now," she ordered. "We can't take any chances. If Mr. Mason was here, he'd do it. But since he isn't, I'll have to. Now, get them down."
Ted stood up nervously, ashamed to look into her face. He unbuckled his belt, then pulled his jeans down to his knees. He started to take his cock out of the opening in his shorts, but Chris stopped him.
"No. Not that way. Pull them down, too."
The boy heaved a sigh, then yanked his shorts down on top of his pants. Chris sucked in her breath when she saw his tool. Even soft, it was huge. The thick, hairy shaft hung down past his balls, the foreskin puckered over the end. It looked like a pony's prick.
Chris got to her knees and inched over to him. Her face was only inches from his cock as she reached out and took it in her hand. She held it up and examined it carefully, running her fingers over it gently.
Ted's legs trembled as she peered at his cock, turning it around and around, then cupping his balls in her hand and holding them up to look them over.
Though he tried to stop it, it began getting hard as her hands played around his pelvis. As he stood there, embarrassed beyond belief, the shaft slowly started to stiffen, throbbing as it jerked into a hard-on.
"Ohhhhh, God!" he moaned. "Don't! Please don't!"
"That's all right, honey," she said softly. "We want it to get hard. You'll have to have an ejaculation. If it's white, it's all right. If it's yellow, we've got a problem."
As she talked, the prick kept rising. Her hand was still massaging the pole, tenderly squeezing it as it rose in a steady, pulsing rhythm. When it was at full erection, Chris could barely control herself. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen!
"That's good, Ted. Now, I'm going to masturbate you. I want you to cum as soon as you can. Then we'll be all through. Okay?"
"Oooooohhhhh, Jeez, Chris! Do I have to? I feel so funny! You shouldn't be doing this to me!"
"Don't talk now," she rasped. "Just stand there while I make your sperm come out."
" Oooohhhhhhh!" he whimpered. "Ooooooohhhhh, God!"
Kneeling in front of him, Chris began to pump on the huge prick. Gripping it tightly, she slid her hand up and down on the monstrous shaft, her cunt wet as she stared at the hairy rod.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" he moaned. "Uuuunnnggghhhhh!"
"That's it, honey," she cooed. "Just let it come out. Oh, Ted! What a nice cock! It won't take long. Just relax and let it squirt out when it's ready."
"Aaarrgghhh! Uuummffff! Ohhhhhhh!" His body was quaking as he began hunching into her hand. The big sack of balls under his dick swayed as she increased the tempo of her hand. She pulled the foreskin back, exposing the tremendous purple head of his cock, then moved her hand frantically up and down.
"Do it!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh, Ted! Do it! Cum! Cum! Oh, baby! Cuuuuuummmmmmmm!"
Chris straightened her back, her tits directly in front of the head of his cock as she pounded it wildly. Ted was hunching and squirming, thrusting his dick through her grip, pumping with her.
His warm cream spurted from the opening in the end of his rod, squirting out in jets. It slammed against her breastbone, sprayed her throat, then ran in a river down her chest between her tits.
Her halter didn't touch her skin between her big tittys, and as the fluid continued to gush out in a stream, it flowed over her tits, found the canal, then ran down over her belly onto her shorts.
"UUUNNNGGHHH! UNGGHHHH! UNNNGGHHHH!"' Chris waited until the eruption had stopped. The last drops oozed out the end and dribbled over her hand. Then she released his prick and stood up. Ted was twitching and shaking, his eyes closed, his breath coming in gasps.
"There, honey," Chris said soothingly. "It's all over. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
He opened his eyes slowly, looking at her sleepily. He took a deep breath, then shook his head.
"No. It wasn't so bad," he whispered.
"Well, we'll have to use my panties to wipe us off, before we get going again. Just stand there. I'll get it taken care of."
Chris unzipped her shorts and pulled them off. Then she slid her filmy panties down her legs. When she straightened up, she saw Ted staring intently at her cunt, his mouth hanging open.
"Do you want to go, Ted? Or would you like to stay here and have some more fun?"
Ted didn't answer. Silently, he kicked off his shoes, then bent over to slip his shorts and jeans off his feet. When he had tossed them aside, he stepped close to Chris, took his cock in his hand, then guided it between her thighs.
Reaching behind her, he undid her halter, pulled it off, and threw it on the ground. Then he put his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her passionately on the lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Chris placed her hands on his chest, and pushed him away from her gently. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his arms as his long prick jerked between her legs, banging against her hairy twat.
"Let's lay down," she whispered.
Backing away, Ted's long dong slithered from between her thighs. She eased herself down on her back, then spread her legs wide, the moist pink gash and the folds of her snatch gleaming in the sunlight.
Ted crawled up inside her thighs and placed the head of his swollen cock against the dilated slit. Maneuvering his ass around, he guided the tip of his dong into her hole, then slowly pressed forward, inching the thick shaft up her twat.
"Uuuuunnnnggghhhhh!" Chris gasped. "Ohhhhh, God, Ted! Ohhhh, Jesus!"
Smiling confidently, the boy continued to press his tool into her belly. He knew from experience that she would cry out when it hit her womb and kept going. His prick was much bigger than normal, and the girls he had fucked were all surprised when the long, massive shaft pressed against their intestines.
"Ooohhhhhhh! Stop! Ohhhh, Ted! Uuunngghhh! Stop it! Oh, my God! Aaarrrggghhhhhh!" Chris tried to move around to accept the monstrous shaft that was stabbing her pussy. Just when she thought it must be the end, he inched it forward again.
The boy kept shoving his cock, the tip against her uterus. OF all the girls he'd fucked, her twat was by far the biggest, yet even Chris was begging him to quit.
Chris moved his arms out of the way, then pulled her legs up and draped them over his shoulders, giving him as much room as she could. Then she felt his balls banging against her asshole and knew he had crammed it in to the hilt.
"Uuunnngghh!" the boy gasped. "Uuuunnnnggghhh! God, Chris!"
He leaned down on her, pressing her knees against her tits, the backs of her thighs tight against his chest. Easing his ass back, he thrust forward, slamming his dong deep inside her.
"AAARRRGGHHHHHH! OHHH, TED! GOD! FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK MEEE! JESUS, WHAT A COCK! OOOOOOOO, MY GOD! AAARRRGGHHHHHH!"
"Hang on, Chris! I'm going to fuck you good! Ungh! Ungh!"
The pain gradually gave way to extreme pleasure as his rod began sliding in and out of her cunny. Her juice was flowing now, lubricating his dong so that it was stabbing her easily.
She was writhing and twisting, hunching and pumping as he pounded his prick into her. Throwing her arms around his neck, she arched her back, thrusting her ass upwards, then gyrating as he hammered away at her hot twat.
With a final lunge that almost tore her intestines out, he drove his dick in as far as it would go, then went rigid as his juices gushed out against her womb. It squirted so hard it was painful to her, then his cock jerked as it spurted gently into her tube.
"TED! UUUNNNGGGHH! TED! OOOHHHHHH! UUUMMMFFFF! MY GOD! IT'S SO WONDERFUL! UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHHH!"
Their bodies trembled from the explosions inside them, then the twitching gradually subsided as their breathing returned to normal. Ted slipped his prick from her hole, squatted back on his heels, then heaved a sigh as he stared at the gaping hole between her legs.
White cream was flowing from the opening, oozing into her slit, then running down over her bung hole to drip on the grass. Her legs were still quaking, and the muscles in her belly were palpitating.
"Ohhhhhh, Ted!" she murmured. "Ohhh, honey, what a fuck! You wore me out with that big cock!"
"I'm worn out, too. I can't blow off more than twice, without a rest. Think we ought to get dressed?"
"Yes, I suppose so." Chris sat up and smiled weakly at the boy. "Ohhh, Ted. I'm so glad we stopped."
"Me too."
He reached over and picked up her panties, tossing them to her. She wiped her tittys and belly off, then rubbed at her cunt until it was dry. Then she got to her knees and crawled over to Ted, sliding the nylon over his prick to clean it off.
"Better?" she asked. "I'll just have to throw these away."
After getting into their clothes, Chris stepped close to Ted and kissed him. Then she patted him on the ass and led the way back to the horses.
They set off at a lope to catch up to the others. It was almost a half hour later before they caught sight of the line of riders, plodding slowly along the trail. When they rode up behind them, no one had noticed they had been gone.
By the time they got back to the stables, Chris' pussy was sore. Not just from the riding, but sore inside from Ted's enormous cock. She dismounted stiffly, then waited for the kids before leaving the corral and heading back to their camp area.
They hadn't been back two minutes before Maggie grabbed Chris by the arm and pulled her aside.
"Well?" she asked breathlessly. "How was he?
Did you fuck him? Is he a good piece of ass? Tell me! Hurry up!"
"For God's sake, slow down," Chris laughed. "Yes, we did fuck, and yes, he is a good piece of ass. God, Maggie! You wouldn't believe the size of that kid's prick! It's huge! I've never seen one so big!"
"Ohhhhhh," Maggie moaned. "And I haven't even tried it yet. Goddamn! Was he nervous? Or scared?"
"At first. But we got to it. Honestly, Mag, I'm sore."
"I only wish I was," her sister exclaimed. "Damn. I'm going to have to try that tonight. I'm going to get him out in the woods."
"Okay. Just be careful." Chris paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Maggie, I think there's something you should know. Chuck told me last night that your kids know all about what's going on. Even Dianne."
Maggie looked at her, startled. "Dianne too? Ohh, God!"
"Now, don't worry. He told me they don't care. They're not too happy that you won't let them do the same thing, but I know they don't think any the worse about you or Paul."
"But... ? Chris, I can't let them... ! Paul wouldn't stand for it. Especially Dianne. So help me, I think she's still a virgin. He'd kill me if I let one of those kids dick her."
"You don't have to. Just let things ride as they are. I don't think you should do anything different. At least not until you and Paul talk. We'll be going home tomorrow anyway, won't we?"
"Yes. I suppose you're right. But should I try to do anything with Ted, now? If they know...!"
"Let's see how things go this afternoon, Mag. Then you can decide tonight."
Dianne and the other girls had gone into their tent to put on their swim suits. Though it still surprised her, Dianne was no longer uncomfortable undressing in front of the girls. She stripped down naked before putting her suit on, as did Trish and Nancy.
While Nancy had her back turned, Dianne signalled to Trish that she wanted her to stay behind and talk. The two dawdled as they dressed, letting Nancy finish first.
"I'll see you outside," Nancy said. "Hurry up." She went out through the flap.
"What do you want?" Trish asked softly.
"What's it like to fuck a boy?" Dianne asked seriously. "Do they... do they do anything else? I mean, besides sticking their things in?"
Trish tugged at her top, adjusting her big tittys in the cups, then walked over to Dianne.
"Have you ever seen a cock?"
"Well, a couple of times. I saw my brothers. But their cocks weren't hard or anything. They looked so little. I know they get hard and big, but I've never seen one that way."
"Listen, we can't talk about it right now. They'll get suspicious if we don't get out there. When we get to the lake, I'll tell you all about it."
"Okay." Dianne adjusted her tits, then followed Trish outside.
Maggie and Chris had also changed, and they headed for the water with all the kids following. The lake was a little chilly, but once in, they accustomed themselves to it quickly. While the others splashed around and swam, Dianne moved close to Trish.
"Tell me now," she begged. "What's it like?"
Trish looked around and saw that no one was near. She edged closer to Dianne and swirled her hands in the water.
"Okay, kid. I'll give it to you fast. Understand, you have to try it for yourself, but I'll tell you what you should know. First off, when a guy gets hot, you know, when he wants to fuck, his cock gets hard. It sticks way out, and it gets big around."
"Does it stay that way? I mean, does it ever go down?"
"Sometimes. But not usually until he blows off.
You know, shoots his sperm out. Then it gets soft. If a guy gets a hard-on, you know he wants to fuck."
"Do they stick it in right away? I mean, does the girl just let him put it in, then he cums?"
"Oh, no, kid. Huh uh. Most of 'em like to play with your tits and your pussy first. Sometimes they suck your tittys. Or they might even lick your pussy. It all depends. Then they put it in. If you'll let 'em, that is."
"God! Do they stick it all the way in? How big are they?"
"About like this," Trish said, holding her hands apart.
"Oooohhhhh! That big? God, I don't know...!"
"Don't worry, Dianne. You can handle it. Every gal can. Your pussy stretches, you know." She paused. "You know, kid, if I were you, I'd let your brothers fuck you first. They know how, I'll bet. And you wouldn't have to worry about some guy getting all kinky."
"Oh, I couldn't do that! Jeez! If I asked them, they'd run right to mom."
"I bet they wouldn't. I bet they'd do it. I'll tell you what. You take one, and I'll take the other. We'll sneak away down the lake, and go up in the trees. How about it?"
"Trish, I... ! I don't know. If they said something...!"
"They won't. Believe me. C'mon, now. I did you a favor. Now do me one. It's only fair."
Dianne glanced around. Her mother and Chris were playing water polo with a big rubber ball. Nancy and Ted were with them. Chuck and Hank were lying on the beach, face down, talking. Her other brother, Bobby, was swimming in from the middle of the lake.
"Okay," Dianne agreed. "I'll stop Bobby and have him get Chuck. Wait here for me."
She waded off, and Trish began swimming idly around in a circle. In a few minutes, Dianne came back.
"They're coming. Let's start on down, so nobody'll see us go together."
They began wading down the shoreline, glancing back to make sure the boys were following them.
"Can I have Chuck?" Trish asked. "I'll take him off away from you two. I've had the hots for him all week."
Dianne had wanted Chuck. He was older, and would be more apt to understand what she wanted. But she didn't want to upset Trish, so she nodded her head.
When they were several hundred yards away from the group, the girls splashed out of the water and ran into the trees in back of the beach. They waited anxiously for the boys to come up. They were still a ways away when Trish ran to, them and spoke quickly to Chuck.
He nodded slowly, then followed the girl up the rise while Bobby continued to stroll towards his sister. He was grinning as he came up to her.
"What did you want to show me?"
"Come on up here, and I'll show you," she replied, leading the way into the trees.
When they reached a small clearing, well away from the lake, Dianne turned and stopped.
"Well, what is it, Sis?" Bobby asked.
"Ahhh, Bobby? Will you do something for me?"
"I guess so. What?"
"Will you do to me what you do to other girls? Will you... will you fuck me?"
Bobby's eyes opened wide, and his jaw dropped. "Huh?"
"Will you fuck me? I... I want to learn how. Trish says it's a lot of fun, and I want to learn. Will you?"
"God, Dianne! I can't do that! Not my own sister! Jesus! I don't think I could even get a hard up."
"Will you try? Please? I want you to do it. I don't want any old stranger to teach me. Please?"
Without waiting for an answer, Dianne reached behind her and undid her top. She shrugged it off her arms, letting it fall to the ground. Her big, conical titties stood out firmly from her chest, the nipples pink and hard.
Slipping her thumbs in the waistband, she pulled the bottoms down, kicking them off her feet. Then she stood in front of her brother, stark naked, her lush body gleaming in the sunlight.
"Jeez!" Bobby gasped.
He had never seen his sister naked, though he knew she had a good shape. For that matter, he had never seen any girl nude. Whenever he had clicked a girl, he had just pulled up their dress and yanked her pants off.
"Dianne, are you sure you want to? I mean, you could get one of those other guys to do it. Are you sure you want me to?"
His cock was hardening in his trunks. The stiffening rod was pushing the material out as it swelled. Dianne stared at the growing mound and nodded her head quickly.
"Please?" she pleaded. "Please? I can't stand it."
Bobby swallowed hard, staring at his sister's beautiful figure. Her legs were shapely, flowing into nicely rounded hips and a small waist. There was no sag at all to her tits, and they were pointed directly at his chest.
"Okay," he rasped.
He tugged at his wet trunks, stretching them out over his hard-on, then yanked them down his legs. Slipping them off his feet, he stepped towards her, his stiff shaft bobbing as he moved.
Dianne was fascinated by his rod. She had never seen a hard-on, and it was bigger than she had imagined. The foreskin was stretched tautly over the head, open a bit at the tip where a drop of liquid oozed from the tiny slit.
"Ohhhh, Bobby! God! It's so big. Whhheeeewww!"
"Hold it," he whispered, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his throbbing dick. "Feel how hard it is?"
"Uh huh! Ohhhhh, Bobby! Will it fit?"
He reached down and put a hand on her hairy cunt. Then he separated the lips of her twat, rubbing a finger up and down her gash. Moisture was flowing from her hole, and he spread it over her slit, teasing her clit as he fondled her.
"Sure it will," he breathed heavily, continuing to massage her wet pussy.
She was holding his prick tightly, squeezing it as he played with her snatch. She stared down at it, enthralled by the size and length of her brother's tool.
"Want to suck it first?" he asked softly.
"Huh? I don't know how!"
"It's easy. Just kneel down and put your mouth over it. Hell, Dianne. All the girls do it."
"They do?" She hesitated, then nodded her head. "Okay. I will. Tell me if I don't do it right."
His hand fell away from her cunt as she dropped down to her knees. She looked up into his face for a moment, then opened her mouth and slid it over the end of his cock.
"Uuuunnnggghhh! That's it, Sis! That's it! But wait a minute."
He pulled his dong from her mouth, skinned it back, then pushed it forward again, touching her lips. Dianne opened her mouth wide and let the thick, hairy shaft slide into it. She closed her lips around the rod, then began to suck.
As he hunched his ass forward, pushing and pulling his dick in and out of her mouth, she got the idea and started to bob her head. There was a sweet-salty taste to his cock, and she liked it. She let her saliva mix with the flavor of his dong, swallowing as she sucked and pulled on the hard rod.
"Uuuunnnnggghhh! Oooooohhhhh! Dianne! Suck it, Sis! Oh, damn! Uuummffff! Harder! I'm going to cum pretty soon! Uuummfff!"
"Uuuummmmmmm!" the girl moaned. "Uuuummmmmm!" Bobby put both hands on his sister's head, then punched at her mouth frantically.
"NOW! UUUNNNGGHHH! NOW! NOW! AARRRGGHHHHHH!"
Dianne hadn't expected the gigantic wave of liquid that gushed from his prick. It spewed out in spurts, almost choking her, as she wasn't prepared for the flow. She swallowed rapidly, forcing the warm liquid down her throat, tingling at the feeling of having made her brother cum.
His cock was still jerking as the last of his cream dribbled out onto her tongue. She ran it around the head, licking the last of his juice off, then pulled her mouth away and looked up at her brother.
"How was that? Did I do it right? Is that the way?"
"Jesus, yes," he gasped. "That was cool. God, Sis! I didn't know you could do things like that."
"Neither did I," she giggled. "What now?"
"Lay on your back. I'll put it in and let you see what a fuck is all about."
She threw herself back, spreading her thighs to let him get between them. Bobby knelt and crawled forward until his still throbbing dick was touching the hair around her snatch.
"Put it in," he whispered. "Stick it in your hole."
"Don't hurt me, Bobby," she said, reaching down to take his tool in her hand. "Remember, I haven't done this before."
"Go ahead," he hissed. "I won't hurt you."
Her gash was wet, liquid seeping from her hole into the folds of her cunny. She used the head of his prong to spread the lips, then eased it up and down until she found the entry.
"There," she murmured. "Go ahead. Just take it slow, will you?"
"Uh huh," he grunted.
Bracing his knees, Bobby eased his prick into her, forcing it up her canal slowly, spreading the tissues with his hard shaft.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" Dianne moaned. "Oooohhhhh! Not so fast! It feels... ! Bobby! Ohhhhhh!"
Unconsciously, her legs went around his waist, spreading her pelvis. His rod continued to worm its way up her tube, sending thrill after thrill through her young body.
"Uuunnghhh!" he gasped. "Ooooh Jesus, what a tight cunt!"
"Bobby! Ohhhh, Bobby! Is it all the way in? Ohhhhh!"
The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt his pelvis hit against hers. The hair on his balls was tickling her asshole as she hunched upwards, thrusting her cunt over his dong.
"Do it!" she cried out. "Do it! Fuck me! Ohhh, God! Oh, Bobby! Uuunnggghhh! Uuummmffff! It feels so goooooood!"
"Uuuunnggghhhh!" he groaned. "Uuuunnngghhhhh! Oh, damn!"
Dianne's tittys were flattened against his chest as he slammed his tool deep into her tummy. His ass quivered as he hammered his dick home, thrusting the head against her womb.
When she felt his hot cum clam against her uterus, Dianne shook with her own orgasm. Thunder crashed in her ears and lights danced before her eyes as her body shook and trembled, the delightful sensation spreading throughout her frame. "OOOOHHHHHHH!" she cried out. "OOOOOHHHH! UNNNGGHHH!"
Bobby sank limply against her, his breath coming in gasps. Dianne let her legs fall from around his body, her arms from around his neck. They lay there for a while, quivering, then Bobby slithered his cock from her hole and stood up.
"We... we better get back," he rasped. "Goddamn, Sis! You really are something else. When we get back home, I'm going to do that again."
"I want you to," she sighed, smiling up at him. "I didn't know it would be so much fun. God! I almost passed out when you came inside me."
"Okay," he grinned. "But let's get going. Mom'll be damned pissed if she finds out we're gone, you know."
Dianne stood up, the white fluid dripping from her twat.
"Oh, darn it," she said. "What do I do about that?"
"Use a leaf and wipe it. But hurry up, for God's sake."
She pulled a leaf from a nearby bush and ran it up her wet gash. Then she got into her suit as Bobby pulled his trunks on. When they were ready, they walked back to the beach to find Trish and Chuck sitting on the sand, waiting for them.
"What took you so long?" Chuck asked Bobby. "Couldn't you find the hole?"
They all laughed as they waded into the water and started back to where the others were.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The quartet hadn't been missed. A number of people had arrived at the lake during the last few days, and the water was filled with swimmers and splashers. Even if someone had looked for them, it would have taken a while to locate them in the crowd. Maggie saw them coming out of the water and waved. "Find the others, will you? We have to get back for lunch."
They finally gathered in one place, and then filed off to their area. Nancy and Trish offered to do the cooking, so while they were occupied, the others changed into dry clothes. Once inside the camper, Maggie turned to Chris.
"I managed to talk to Ted. He sounded as anxious as I am. As soon as the boys are asleep, he's going to meet me over here by the camper. God! I'm as excited as a school girl."
Chris laughed. "For Pete's sake, Mag. Cool down. You'll have wet panties all afternoon, if you don't."
Maggie smiled at her sister and nodded. She was nude, her suit draped across the small dinette table. As she rubbed a thick terry towel over her body, Chris looked her up and down.
"You know, Maggie, you've still got a damned good shape. It always amazed me that you didn't take better care of yourself. With a good hairdo and some clothes that fit, you'd still be a knockout."
"Oh, hell, Chris. I don't give a damn anymore. Paul still loves me, no matter what. As long as I don't get fat, and give him a good screw once in a while, he doesn't care. And who else am I going to impress?"
"That's not the point. If you kept yourself up, these boys would be stumbling all over themselves to get to you. At least do something with your hair, for God's sake. You can use my curlers, if you want to."
"You really think so?" Maggie opened a cupboard that had a mirror fastened on the inside and looked at herself. "You think a hairdo would do it?"
"That and something that fit. Why don't you put on one of my outfits? We're about the same size. See what a difference it can make."
"Okay, I will. Right after lunch."
Maggie put on a pair of panties and a bra, then donned a loose fitting robe that hid her figure. When Chris looked at her in disgust, she shrugged.
"I said after lunch, didn't I? This will do 'til then."
Chris finished dressing, then stepped out of the camper and walked to the open oven where Nancy and Trish were grilling hamburgers. She helped set out the relishes and things, then sat down at the table for a cigarette.
Dianne came out of her tent at the same time the boys were filing out of theirs. She looked over at her brothers, and her face got red as she cast her eyes down and walked over to Chris. She sat down next to her aunt, picked a piece of celery from the dish, and chomped down on it noisily.
"Aunt Chris," she said between chews, "I want you to know that I understand what you told me the other day."
Chris was surprised at the remark, but didn't let it show.
"Why, that's fine, honey. What made you change your mind?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just think I understand, now. I shouldn't have let it bother me so much."
"I'm glad you see it that way. I hope what happened won't affect our relationship."
"Oh, no. Not a bit. Let's shake on it." They smiled at each other as they clasped hands.
"Maggie, why don't you use the camper tonight?" Chris asked as they turned off the lights. "I'm going to go down by the lake with Hank later on. There's no point in you going out on that hard ground."
"Hey, that's great," Maggie replied. "I didn't want to get your outfit messed up anyway." Crossing her arms, she pulled the tight fitting knit top off over her head, then shook her hair out.
"See how much nicer you look now? Even the girls noticed it. Nancy told me she thought you looked great."
"It does make a difference, doesn't it? I saw Ted looking at me several times tonight. I think he wanted to mount me right in front of everybody."
Chris laughed, sitting down at the dinette. "Wouldn't that have been something?"
Maggie slipped her bra off, then slid her shorts and panties down her shapely legs.
"What time are you supposed to meet Hank?"
"Oh, no special time. I just hope he and Ted don't wait for each other to go to sleep." She stood up and picked up her cigarettes. "I think I'll go on down to the lake. It's a nice night. I'll wait for them there." As she was going out the door, Maggie was climbing into bed, throwing the covers down. Chris almost envied her sister when she thought of how big Ted's cock was. But Hank knew how to use his tool, too.
"Listen, you guys," Nancy said sternly. "I'm going to go out, tonight. If one of those old gals check, I've gone to the John. Understand?"
"Sure. We get you," Trish said, sliding under her blanket. "Who you going to meet?"
"Ted, I hope. I'm going to sneak into the boys' tent when it's quiet. I've got to have a fuck. I'm going nuts."
Dianne had to stifle a giggle as she thought about what she had gotten that afternoon. Her groin still tingled from her brother's big prick, and she imagined she could still taste his cock in her mouth.
"Well, you'd better wait for a while," Trish told Nancy. "If you get caught, there'll be hell to pay."
"I know, I know," Nancy answered sharply. Then she sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, kid. It's just that I'm so damned horny."
"That's okay. Forget it. I know how it feels."
After a long period of silence, Nancy said, "You kids getting any dick? I don't see you climbing the walls."
Trish giggled. "Oh, we might be. We just might."
Ted eased out of his bed silently. He still had his shorts on. Peering through the darkness, he could make out the still forms of the other boys, the steady sound of breathing filling the tent.
Not making a sound, he went to the flap, opened it, then glanced around before moving off. He walked stealthily to the back of the camper and rapped lightly on the door.
"C'mon in," Maggie whispered loudly. "We're going to stay in here."
Ted opened the door and climbed in. In the half light, he could see Maggie almost clearly, her naked body stretched out on the bed, the hairy triangle in her crotch dark against the white skin.
He walked up to the bed and stopped. His cock was getting hard, throbbing up to an erection as he stared at the lovely body he would soon have his cock into.
"Take those off," Maggie whispered. "Then get up here. I think I've waited long enough."
Ted pulled his shorts down, then climbed up beside her. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Maggie was on top of him, her mouth pressed against his, her hand groping for his tremendous prick.
When her fingers touched the immense dong and massaged it from the base to the tip, she drew back, sucking in her breath.
"My God, Ted! Jesus! That thing's so...!"
She slid backwards down the bed, moving around so the light from the window shone on the huge tool. She couldn't believe her eyes! It was the biggest shaft she had ever seen! She put one hand around it at the base, and her other hand on top of it, and it still didn't cover the monstrous tool.
"Oooooobhhhhh, Ted!" she moaned. "God, it's going to feel good to have that inside me! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
She shifted her legs, then bent down over it. After kissing the tip, she skinned it back and rubbed her lips all over the shiny head. She rimmed it and teased the tiny slit with her tongue, then opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip with her lips.
He had wanted Chris to suck it that morning, but had been afraid to ask. Nancy was the only girl who had given him a blow job, and he liked it almost as much as fucking.
"Uuuummmmmm!" Maggie murmured, her head bobbing up and down on his prick. "Uuuummmmmmm!"
She grasped his balls and milked them down, fondling and caressing the walnut-sized nuts as she sucked and pulled on his staff. Maggie had had a lot of cocks in her mouth, but nothing like this! Chris was right!
"Aaaaarrggghhhh! Unnnnggghhh! Ohhhhhhh!" The boy was hunching his ass upwards, thrusting his dick farther into her mouth. His legs trembled as her lips and tongue worked his rod over, tugging at his prick as though it were a popsicle.
"UUUUUMMMMMM!" she groaned loudly. "UUUUUUMMMMMM!"
Maggie sensed that it wouldn't be long. She began nodding her head quickly, increasing the pressure on his jerking cock, pulling the juice from his balls.
She could feel the base of his thick cock get bigger as sperm flowed up his dong. Then it passed her lips and was jetting out into her mouth, crashing against the back of her throat, the warm cream filling her mouth before she had a chance to swallow.
The white liquid seeped back out past her lips, running down his shaft as it continued to gush out the tip. Frantically, she tightened her lips and forced the cream down her throat, gulping the sweet-tasting juice.
She sucked it all out, then cleaned his dick off with her tongue, licking it from base to tip. Sitting back on her heels, she smiled at the boy as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"How was that, honey? I hope you liked it as much as I did."
"Oooohhhhh, God!" he moaned. "Wow! That was the greatest!"
"I'm glad. Why don't we rest for a minute before we do anything else? We don't want to tire you out too quickly, you know."
As Ted closed his eyes and sighed, Maggie leaned over him and brushed a nipple across his lips. The boy smiled, then opened his mouth and took the titty, sucking on it contentedly.
"I'm going now," Nancy whispered. "Remember, you kids cover for me. I'll do the same for you, sometime."
"It's all right, Nancy," Dianne said. "Just be careful."
"Make him eat your cunt," Trish said, then giggled.
"Screw you," Nancy hissed, then slipped out into the dark, wearing only a filmy shorty nightgown.
Hank had watched Ted sneak out, then waited for a few seconds. Bobby and Chuck hadn't moved. He listened for any other sounds outside, and when he heard none, he slipped off his cot and made his way outside.
Ted had disappeared. Hank wondered if he went to piss, or whether he had something going for him, too. Seeing no one in the area, he swung around and headed for the lake. He hoped that Chris was already there. His nuts were aching for a fuck.
Picking his way carefully, he wound his way through the trees and came out on the beach. A few yards away, he could make out the glow of a cigarette. He stopped short, wondering whether to go on. If it wasn't Chris, he might have some explaining to do.
His aching balls made up his mind for him. Circling around, he walked up directly behind the figure. When he was close, he knew it was Chris from her long blonde hair. Sighing gratefully, he hurried up beside her and dropped down into the sand.
"I'm glad you're here," he said. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but Ted was moving around."
Chris almost laughed, but kept it inside. She knew where Ted had gone. And right about now, Maggie was getting a pussy full of his huge prick.
"That's all right, Hank," she smiled. "We've got all night, really. What do you want to do?"
"Gee, I don't care, Chris. Whatever you say."
"Okay," she said, standing up. "Let's go back nearer the trees. In case anyone comes along. I don't think anyone will, but there's no point in taking chances."
Hank followed her up to the tree line, where they found a small grassy plot near the sand. Chris undid her halter and let it fall away. Then she unzipped her shorts and stripped them off.
The boy was quickly taking his shorts off, tossing them to the side. When Chris was nude, he stepped up to her, his hard dick brushing against her belly.
"I don't want to lay down tonight," Chris said softly, taking his cock in her hand. "Let's do it standing up."
Hank's pecker jerked as her hand closed over it. He nodded as he cupped her tittys in his hands and squeezed them.
"I'll lean against a tree, dear. Then you can put it in from behind. Okay?"
"Uh huh. Whatever you want. God, Chris! My balls hurt!"
"Let's do it right now, then," she smiled. "We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable."
She let loose of his shaft, turned around, and walked over to a scruffy pine that had a thick branch growing out at waist level to her. She put her hands on the limb, then bent over, spreading her feet wide.
"My cunt's already wet," she whispered. "You can stick it in now, if you want to."
Hank stepped up behind her, holding his dong in his hand. He skinned it back, then guided it between the cheeks of her ass, sliding it up and down the dark crack. The smooth skin of her ass tickled his dick, sending shivers through his body.
"Don't tease!" Chris gasped. "Stick it in my hole!"
Bending his knees slightly, Hank pushed his cock down until he felt her cunt hair touching the head. Then he swirled it around, feeling the moistness of her gash, searching for the opening.
When he found it, the boy quickly inserted the end of his rod into the orifice, then pressed forward until it was half buried. Then he gripped her waist with both hands and lunged, forcing his swollen prick deep into her belly.
"Ohhhhh, God, Chris! I can't wait too long! Ooohh! Jesus, it's so goddamn tight! Aaarrggghhhhh!"
"Hank! Don't cum too fast! Make it last! Ohhh, Hank! Oh, baby! Baaaaaaaaby! Uuuunnnnngggghhhhh!"
Clutching at the branch, she swirled and wiggled her ass, twirling it around his plunging shaft. His groin was slapping at the cheeks of her ass as he hammered away at her twat. She raised up on tiptoe to give him better entry, then gyrated her hips wildly, swiveling on his dick.
His juice exploded in her twat. She could feel his pecker jerking wildly as the fluid sped out the tip of his dick to splash against her womb. At the same instant, her body went tense and her arms went stiff as her orgasm shook and vibrated through her entire frame.
"HANK!" she screamed. "HANK! HANK! AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHH!"
When their quaking had ceased, the boy withdrew his prick from her snatch and he sank down to the ground, spent. Chris straightened up, then sighed deeply as she moved next to him, resting a hand on top of his hanging head.
"That was wonderful, dear," she said softly. "Just perfect."
"Thanks," he grunted. "It was almost too much."
"We'll take it easy for a minute, honey. I felt you cum. I know it was a lot." She dropped down next to him and took his still throbbing dong in her hand.
"Hey, kid?" Trish said into the darkness. "How come we're laying here, just wondering what's going on out there?"
"What do you mean?" Dianne answered, still wide awake. "I don't give a darn what Nancy does. That's her business."
"No, I didn't mean that. I meant, she's getting fucked, and we're just laying here, feeling our pussys."
"I'm not either," Dianne giggled.
"Well I am, damn it. If Nancy can do it, why can't we?"
"With who? My brothers again?"
"Why not?" Trish got off her cot and walked over to the other girl. "We could go over there and wake them up, if they're asleep. Two of us could come back here, and two stay there. How about it?"
Dianne pondered the idea for a moment, then sat up. "Yeah, why not? But this time, I want to change around. You take Bobby, and I'll take Chuck. Do yon want to stay there?"
"Hell, I don't care. C'mon! Let's get going. No telling how soon Nancy'll be back."
Dianne leaped out of bed, then the two girls went to the flap. Trish peeked out and saw no one, so she darted outside, followed by Dianne.
They dashed naked across to the boys' tent and hurried inside. Both Chuck and Bobby were in their beds, apparently asleep. The girls hesitated, trying to see which was which in the darkness. Dianne strode quickly to one of the cots and peered down. She could just make out Bobby's face in the dim light.
"This one's yours," Dianne said. She went to the next cot and shook the sleeping figure. "C'mon, Chuck. Wake up. C'mon, now."
He sat up as Trish woke Bobby. "What do you want?"
"Come over to my tent and you'll find out," Dianne teased. "Huh?"
"Oh, come on, for God's sake! Don't ask so many questions!"
Chuck mumbled something incoherently, then threw the blanket back and sat up. He was still wearing his shorts. After rubbing his eyes, he stood up and then noticed that his sister was stark naked.
"Hey!" he muttered. "What the hell...?"
"Never mind. Just come with me." She took him by the hand and let him out of the tent just as Trish pulled Bobby's blanket down and crawled in beside him.
Dianne led her brother across to her tent, then pushed him inside as she took a last look around. There were no sounds coming from the camper, so she ducked inside.
"Nobody's here, now," she said. "Chuck, I want you to fuck me. Bobby did it, and I really liked it. Will you do it to me?"
She stepped closer to her brother and leaned against him, pressing her tittys against his chest. Reaching down, she took his soft cock in her hand and began playing with it, fingering it lightly.
"Goddamn, Sis! You really want it, don't you?" His hand reached for her cunt. Deftly spreading the hair and lips apart, he inserted a finger into her slit and began rubbing it up and down, tickling her clit.
"Ohhhhhh, Chuck!" she groaned. "Ohhhhhh, wow!"
His shaft was getting hard in her grasp. It throbbed as it grew, pulsing with each heartbeat as it stiffened in her hand. She clasped it tightly, feeling the huge prick swell.
"Chuuuuuuuuck!" she whimpered. "Oohhhhh, Chuuuuuuck!"
"What do you want?" he gasped. "How do you want it?"
"Would you... ? Would you eat my pussy, Chuck? Nobody ever has, and I want to see what it feels like." When he didn't answer right away, she added quickly, "I washed it just before I went to bed. Honest."
"Okay," he rasped, his finger feeling for her hole. "I'll do it. Lay down on your cot."
They both dropped their hands, then Dianne backed up and dropped down atop her blanket, spreading her thighs apart. The boy went to the bottom end and got up on his knees. Then he layed down between her legs, his prick hanging down over the edge, his face directly above her snatch.
Dianne jerked as he began kissing the inside of her thighs and around the hair that covered her twat. Then he stuck his tongue out and slipped it between the lips of her cunt. As he began teasing her clit, she put her hands on his face and closed her eyes, thrilling at the feeling of his face buried in her wet snatch.
"Ohhhhhh, Chuck!" she moaned. "Ooohhhhhhh, Chuck! God, that feels good! Uuuuummmmmm! You do it so nice! Uuuuummmmm!"
He lowered his tongue, sticking it in her hole and rimming it. Then he put it inside, and she could feel the tip touching the tissues lining her tube.
"CHUCK!" she cried out. "OOHHHH, CHUCK!"
Lifting her ass off the cot, she thrust it up to his mouth, pressing the folds of her cunny over his face. His hot breath was going up inside her, tickling her vagina.
Twisting and writhing, Dianne had her first orgasm from being eaten. Her eyelids fluttered as the exhilarating feeling of climax surged through her body. Then she dropped back on the cot, breathing heavily.
"Oh, Chuck!" she whimpered. "Oh. Chuck! Chuck! It felt so goooooood! Ohhhhhhh!"
Her brother raised up and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He swallowed several times, then placing a hand on each of her knees, he pushed her legs far apart. Crawling up, he laid down on top of his sister, his prick against her hairy bush.
"Put your hand down and stick it in," he grunted. "I've got to fuck you now, or I'll blow all over the place."
She closed her fingers around his tool, then shifted it around until it was in her tube. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly.
"Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear. "Fuck me good, you wonderful brother! I need it! God, you're terrific!"
Chuck lifted his ass slightly, then slammed his cock into her cunt, jamming it hard until he felt her uterus with the tip.
"Uuunnngghhh!" he gasped.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After leaving her own tent, Nancy started towards the boys' tent, then stopped short. Before having Ted's oversized dick in her, she thought she should empty her bladder. The last time he had fucked her, he had almost screwed the piss out of her, literally.
She hurried through the darkness to the public bathroom and went inside. Fortunately, there was a light on. She squatted on a stool and pissed, then wadded up a ball of tissue, went to the sink to wet it, then wiped her gash carefully.
As she dried herself with paper towels, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her big tittys pushed the top of the gown out, the nipples showing darkly under the material. She smiled to herself, then pulled the nightgown off, admiring her body in the mirror.
"It's still better than Dianne's!" she muttered to herself, then put the garment back on.
Leaving the restroom, she padded barefoot back to the tents, set on going in to get Ted. Just as she came into their area, she saw Hank standing in front of his tent, looking around. She stopped behind a tree and waited.
He gazed in her direction for a second, but couldn't see her in the dark. Then he turned and walked away into the trees, in the direction of the lake.
Normally, curiosity would have made her follow him to see what he was up to, but tonight all her thoughts were concentrated on getting Ted's prick into her cunny.
When Hank had disappeared into the trees, she walked quietly to the boys' tent, listened, then went in. In the dim light, she could see that only two of them were still there. She walked to the first cot and looked down.
Chuck was sleeping peacefully, lying on his back with his arms thrown wide. She went to the next bed and bent over. It was Bobby.
She checked the other cots to make sure they were empty, then went back outside, shaking her head in wonder. Surely Ted wasn't out with Trish or Dianne. They would have said something. She was wondering whether to go to the public men's restroom to look for him when she heard grunts and gasps from the camper.
Stealing silently past her tent, she approached the back of the truck, stopping near the door. Raising on tiptoe, she peeked in through the screen and saw Maggie bent over a huge cock, her mouth covering the tip. It had to be Ted! He was the only one in camp with a prick that big!
As she watched, Ted hunched his ass up, cramming his dick into the woman's mouth. Nancy stepped back on the ground and shuddered. Maggie! She was sucking her boyfriend off! Right here in camp! Her boyfriend! Turning around, she leaned on the back of the truck, dry sobs choking her throat. Ted was hers! Goddamn it, he was hers!
Other sounds came from inside, but she didn't hear them. All she could think of was Maggie with her mouth over Ted's big cock, sucking on it with her lips and tongue.
"Damn that bitch!" she thought. "She's got a man! Why in the hell does she have to mess with mine?"
Clenching her hands into fists, she beat them against her legs, trying to vent the anger and frustration inside her. When she quieted, she listened for any noises from the camper. It was quiet.
Nancy wanted to wait for Ted to come out so she could talk to him, but realized he would be mad if he thought she was following him around and spying on him. So she turned on her heel and started around the truck to her tent.
Just as she neared the cab of the truck, she saw Trish and Dianne come out of their tent, stark naked, and dash over to the other canvass shelter. She stopped and waited. In a few seconds, Dianne came out, pulling Chuck behind her. They darted across and dashed inside the girl's tent.
"Oh, shit," Nancy muttered. Now she couldn't go back. She would have to occupy herself until they were through. Then, she began to put two and two together.
The two brothers were with Trish and Dianne. Ted was inside the camper with Maggie. That meant that Hank had sneaked off to meet Chris!
"Jesus Christ!" she thought. "Everyone's getting a fuck but me! Goddamn it to hell!"
Heaving a sigh, Nancy shook her head slowly, then started off for the only place vacant where she could sit down and rest in peace. The public restroom.
Trish had covered Bobby's mouth with hers, thrusting her hot tongue into his mouth as she groped for his cock. He was still half asleep when she had climbed into bed with him, but as she fondled and caressed his dong and his balls, he responded.
He put one arm around her to grip her ass, and with the other hand, he reached down to massage Trish's hairy snatch. He inserted a finger between the folds of her twat and slid it up and down, his prick rising in jerks to erection.
"Ohhhh, Bobby," Trish murmured into his neck. "I've wanted you to do that all week. Ohhhhhh, God! Uuummmmmm!"
Her heavy tits were pressed flat against his chest, the hard nipples digging into his skin. Gently, he slipped a finger into her cunt and twirled it around, manipulating it against the tender tissues inside her tube.
"Trish! Ohhhhhh, baby! Uuunngghhh! Don't jack me off! I want to dick you!"
"Do you want me to suck you off, Bobby?" she whispered, her thighs spreading to give him more room. "I will if you want."
"Huh uh!" he gasped. "Get on top and fuck me, Trish! Hurry up!"
The girl kicked the blanket down, then moved over to straddle him. Holding his prick tightly, she rubbed it all over her pussy, swirling it through her hair, rubbing the folds, then slipping it into her wet gash.
"Uuuunnnggghhhhh!" he groaned. "Oh, baby!
Uunnggghh! Put it in! Stick it in your hole! Uuunngghhhh!"
Trish rubbed the opening with the tip of his throbbing rod, then eased it in, sitting down on it gently. Then she removed her hand, placed both palms on his chest, and dropped down on his tool, cramming it in to the hilt.
"Shhhhhh!" Trish hissed. "Hush up, now. Just lay there. I'll do all the work."
Swiveling her ass, she slid up on his dong, then slammed back down, thwacking her ass on his thighs. Undulating her hips, she forced his tool to ream all sides of her tube, the tip hard against her womb.
Bobby reached up and grasped both of her tittys in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as she swirled steadily on his pecker. He lifted his ass off the cot, thrusting upwards to cram his rod even further into her twat.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, Bobby! What a cock! Ohhhhh, Jesus! Uunnnggghhh! I want it so baaaaaaaaad! Uuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!"
She began hunching and pumping on his prong, corkscrewing up and down, making gurgling sounds in her throat as she fucked his shaft expertly.
"AAAARRRGGHHHHH!" Bobby moaned loudly. "AAARRRGGHHHHH! OHHHH, TRISH!
UUUNNNGGGHHHHH! WWWHHHHUUUU-UFFFF! DO IT! FUCK IT! OHHHHHH!"
Trish went wild. She began hammering his prick hard, her ass slamming down against his pelvis with such force it hurt him. Writhing and twisting, she pounded harder and harder, her hands gripping the skin on his chest.
"HOLD IT! HOLD IT! NOW! NOW! I'M... AAARRRGGGHHHH!"
Both bodies stiffened as their orgasms wracked their bodies. Their juices mingled in Trish's twat, running out her hole to stream down Bobby's dong onto his balls. Then Trish collapsed on top of him, burying his face in her large tittys.
"Are you ready to fuck?" Maggie asked softly. "Uh huh. Are you sure Chris won't be back for a while?"
"I'm sure, Ted. Besides, what difference does it make? You screwed her too, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah. But I... ! It wouldn't be right if she came in while we were doing it."
Maggie laughed quietly, kissed him, then rolled over on her back. "So what if she does see us?
Maybe she'll learn something. Now c'mon. I want to feel that wonderful prick inside me. Get on top, honey. Stick it way in."
She spread her legs, and Ted moved over on top of her, his immense shaft resting on her hairy snatch. Putting a hand down between them, Maggie gripped his tool then eased the head into her already dilated hole.
"Push it in slowly," she whispered. "I want to feel every inch of it."
As she wrapped her legs around his waist, Ted braced himself, then began pressing forward, shoving his long shaft very slowly into her twat.
"Ohhhhhhh, Ted!" Maggie gasped. "Uuuuunnnnnggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, baby! Jesus! OoOooohhhhhh! What a pole! Unngghhh!"
The boy continued to shove, his thick prong pushing her intestines aside as it slithered up her tube. He felt the tip touch her uterus and kept going, wanting to bury his prick way up inside her.
"Ohhhhh, God, Ted! Is there more! Ohhhhh! Stop! Ohhhh, baby! I can't take it all! Uuunngghhh! Don't! No more! Ohh, Jesus! Ted! TED! TED! OOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Maggie lifted her legs up into the air, her feet almost hitting the ceiling of the camper as she tried to spread her pelvis as much as possible to accept the monstrous shaft.
"OOOOHHHHHHH! GOD! AAAHHHHHHHH! UUUMMMFFF! OHHHHHHHH, IT HURTS! UUUUUUNNNGGGHHHHH! TED! AARRRGGGHHHHH!"
She was about to begin beating him on the head to make him stop when she felt his pelvis pressing against hers and his balls banging against her asshole. Her legs and arms dropped to the bed as she relaxed, thankful there was no more prick.
"Uuummffff! Uuunnggghh! Whhuufffff!" Ted was slipping it in and out now, and her juices had lubricated the shaft so well it didn't hurt so much.
Maggie put her legs back around the boy, locking her ankles behind him as he began fucking her gently. It felt as though the head of his dick was clear up to her chest when he was all the way in. She closed her eyes and smiled at the wonderful sensation his tremendous prong was sending throughout her body.
"FUCK ME, BABY!" she cried out. "GIVE IT TO ME! OHHHHHHH, WHAT A COCK! OOOOHHHH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GOD! UUNNNGGHHH!"
The boy was hunching his ass frantically, giving her the entire length of his staff each time he lunged forward. The soft flesh of her womb banging against the head of his dick thrilled him, his balls titillating each time it hit.
The boy slammed it in to the hilt, went rigid as his sperm shot out the end of his pecker, spraying her womb, then he sank down, covering her body with his as they both trembled and shook from the excitement.
As luck would have it, everybody converged on the clearing in front of the tents at the same time. Except for Bobby, who was lying contentedly on his own cot, relaxed from his session with Trish.
Maggie had gone out with Ted, intending to go to the restroom. As they rounded the truck, Dianne and Chuck came out, then Trish. While they stood in mute silence, looking at one another, Chris and Hank walked out of the trees, and stopped short.
Nancy had also returned, walking between the tents, then she saw the others standing around. Without a word, she stepped over to Ted and took his hand in hers, seeking protection from what she was sure was going to be a big argument.
"Well," Maggie said finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "It looks as though we were all caught at the same time. I think before we go any farther, we should all get something on."
She turned around and went back to the camper. As she strode off, the others glanced around nervously and headed for their clothes. Before Hank walked away, Chris patted him gently on the shoulder and smiled at him comfortingly.
"What do we do now?" Maggie sighed as Chris entered the back of the camper. She was donning her robe, an expression of tense nervousness on her face.
"What do you suggest?" Chris snorted. She was already dressed, so she lit a cigarette as Maggie tied the sash around her waist.
"God, I don't know! I suppose we should talk to them. But what do we say? Jesus, we were caught, too!"
"Well, we certainly can't lie about it. And we can't lecture them. I don't think we should do anything. Let's just tell them to go to their own beds and stay there. We're going to leave in the morning anyway."
"But what am I going to tell Paul?" Mag groaned. "God! He thinks I was protecting Dianne. When he finds out Chuck was in her, he's going to hit the roof."
"That's another problem" Chris said. "Right now, all we have to worry about is the kids. You stay here. I'll tell them to go back to bed. We can talk about it later. Okay?"
Maggie nodded sadly, then sagged down on the dinette bench.
Chris went outside and called the children around her. They all had hangdog looks on their faces. The boys had gotten Bobby up, and he was with them, his eyes cast to the ground.
"Look, kids," Chris began. "We're not going to have any trouble out of this. Nobody's going to raise hell. As far as Maggie and I are concerned, it would be better if we all just forgot about what happened tonight. And that means all of us!"
She glanced at each face to make sure they understood.
"Now, everybody go back to bed and stay there until we have breakfast ready in the morning. I don't want any more hanky-panky tonight. All right?"
The youngsters nodded in unison, then turned away silently to go into their tents. When they had all disappeared, Chris went back inside the camper.
"Okay," she sighed. "It's all settled. Now let's get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."
There was no unnecessary conversation the next morning. After breakfast, they all pitched in to pack everything away and take the tents down. It was almost noon before everything was ready to go and they piled in the car and truck for the ride home.
The laughing and chattering that had filled the car on the way up were gone now. The children stared silently out the windows, carefully avoiding each others eyes. When the caravan pulled up in front of Maggie's house, they all got out to help unload the camper and the trunk of the car.
While Maggie took the ghetto kids back to their homes, the boys began putting the things away in the garage. Chris took Dianne by the arm and led her inside the house. She motioned to the girl to sit on the couch while she went into the kitchen to mix herself a stiff drink.
"Okay," Chris said quietly when she returned. She sat down on a chair facing the girl and looked at her while she sipped her highball.
"How did it happen? And why did you do it with Chuck?"
"Oh, God, Aunt Chris! I don't know. Trish said I... she said I should do it with my brothers first. She... ! Oh, that isn't right. I can't blame her." The girl stared at the floor, shaking her head. "I... I did it with Bobby, too."
"Honey, it's not that bad. I'm not criticizing. It's only that... well, you shouldn't do it with your brothers. Your mother's worried sick about what your dad's going to say. That is, if we tell him at all."
Dianne looked up at her, her eyes filled with hope. "You mean you're not going to tell him?"
"I don't know right now, dear. We'll have to see. It all depends on what your mother wants to do. I don't see any point in it, myself."
"But they... they do it all the time! How could they chew me out for doing the same thing they do?"
Chris shook her head. "I don't know. That's just the way it is, I guess. Anyway, I'll talk to Maggie when she gets back. We'll see what we can do. Now why don't you go get a good, hot shower? It'll make you feel better."
When the girl left, her spirits lifted a bit, Chris stepped to the phone and dialed Allen Harper. His secretary made her wait for several minutes, then he finally came on the line.
"Where in the hell have you been, Chris? I've been trying to call you all week. The trial's set for tomorrow. I pulled some strings, and got a hearing with a judge I can work with. You've got to be there."
"I will, Allen. I've been up at the lake with my sister. What time tomorrow?"
"Ten. And it would be a good idea if Paul and Maggie came with you. The judge will want to talk to someone who's known you for a while. Character reference. You know."
"Yes, I know. I... I haven't told them about it yet. I hope they'll help me."
"You'd better convince them, Chris. You're going to need all the help you can get. I've talked to Lennie Simpson again, and he says he'll say it was all his fault. If the judge doesn't break him down, I'm sure we can get you off. But you'll have to have your family there. Can you do it?"
"Yes," she said, almost in a whisper. "I'll make sure they come. I'll see you at the courthouse at ten. 'Bye."
Chris hung up the phone and went to the kitchen. As she was pouring herself another drink, Maggie returned. Without asking, Chris mixed one for her sister, then they sat down at the dining room table.
"I told the boys to get Dianne and make themselves scarce for a while," Maggie said. "Paul should be back this afternoon, and I wanted to get our story straight before he got here. I'd rather not tell him anything about what happened, if it's all right with you."
"I think that's the best way," Chris agreed. "Just be sure you tell the kids to keep quiet."
"I will. And thanks. You've been a lot of help."
Chris smiled, then took a sip of her drink. "Maggie, I've got a problem that I need your help on now. And Paul's."
"What is it? Ill do anything I can."
"I wouldn't even have told you about it, but Allen Harper, my attorney, says you can do me a lot of good."
Speaking slowly and carefully, Chris told her sister what had happened with Lennie Simpson. Maggie remained silent through the dissertation, nodding her understanding from time to time.
When Chris had finished, Maggie got up from the table and fixed two more drinks. Putting one in front of Chris, she sat down and shook her head.
"You know what could happen if they found out about the lake, don't you?" Maggie said quietly. "They'd throw the book at you."
"I know. That's why... why I'm so scared. All one of those kids has to do is say one word, and I'm really in hot water."
"I know mine won't say anything. I can take care of them. But I can't guarantee the other kids. You know how they talk to their friends. I think I'd better go see them as soon as I can. I won't say anything about you, though. I'll just tell them to keep their traps closed."
"I'd appreciate it. Do you think Paul would go to court with me? I imagine both of you would have to testify."
"I know he will, Chris. God, after what he's done, he couldn't hardly turn you down, could he?
When he gets home, I'll tell him the whole thing. I'm sure he'll do it."
"I hope so. How about taking me back now? I want to get a hot bath and change into some clean clothes. I feel cruddy."
"Sure. Let's go."
Chris washed her hair thoroughly under the shower, then filled the tub with hot water and soaked. Then she took a douche, put her hair up, and layed down for a nap. When she awoke, she was refreshed and feeling less depressed. Slipping on a robe, she spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening lounging and watching TV.
Shortly after seven the phone rang. It was Maggie.
"Just thought I'd let you know that Paul and I will be there tomorrow. He said he'd be more than happy to help. We'll meet you in front of the courthouse about nine-thirty. Okay?"
"Wonderful. And tell him thanks for me."
When she finally went to bed, anxiety over the next morning kept her awake for a long time. It was only when she thought of the boys and what they had done together that she could push the court session from her mind.
And the more she thought about the boys, the hotter she became. If only she had one of them now. Her hand inched down to her pussy, and she rested it there, a finger inserted in her gash.
Remembering Hank, and Ted, and Chuck, her finger slid to her hole, and suddenly it was inside, slipping up her tube. She spread her thighs wide and jacked off, murmuring their names softly as she pounded her twat into orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
Chris was extremely nervous as she walked to the courthouse after parking her car. Even though Allen had told her he was sure she would get off, nagging doubts pervaded her thoughts. And if it hadn't been for the activity at the lake, and what Maggie had told her about Paul, she would never have asked them to come.
As she neared the wide steps in front of the main entrance, she saw Maggie and her husband waiting for her. For once, her sister had dressed up for an occasion. She was wearing a tight fitting knit suit that showed off her bosomy figure well. Her hair was done up beautifully, and from a distance she could easily be mistaken for a model.
Paul was standing next to her, relaxed. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his face tanned and handsome. His dark brown curly hair blew in the slight breeze, giving him a nonchalant look. Chris had often thought that if she hadn't married Bill, she would have gone after Paul.
" 'Morning," Paul grinned. "Not nervous, are you?"
"Are you kidding? I'm shaking like a leaf. You certainly look pretty this morning, Mag."
"Thanks. I thought it was the least I could do. We'd better be getting in. We saw Allen a minute ago. He didn't seem to be too concerned about it."
"I'm glad he's confident. I wish I was."
They went inside, located the room where court was to be held, and went in. Lennie was there, with a couple who appeared to be his parents. The officer who had arrested them was sitting in the rear and in front of the bench, Allen was talking quietly with another man in a dark suit.
Then the clerk came in to announce the judge. When the black robed figure walked in and took his seat, Chris felt her stomach sink. He looked like a very stern old gentleman.
A deputy came in, closed the door, then stood in front of it as the judge began speaking. He said that since this was a juvenile matter, no one else would be allowed in, and that he would make the decision in the case.
Exactly one hour later, they all left the room. Chris was so relieved, she felt her legs wouldn't hold her up.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Allen smiled, coming up next to her in the hallway. "You're paroled to Paul for six months, then it's all over with. Just thank God Lennie said what he did."
"My Lord," Chris sighed. "Why didn't you tell me he had a record of sex offenses? I wouldn't have been nearly so scared."
"I didn't know until the judge started rattling them off. Juvenile files aren't open, you know. Only when they're caught on another offense. Anyway, it's all over. You can go home and forget about it, now. Need a lift home?"
"Thanks anyway, Mr. Harper," Paul said, taking Chris by the arm. "We'll take her. Thanks for the job you did. We all want to thank you."
"Don't give it a thought." Harper smiled at Chris, kissed her on the cheek, then went off down the hall.
"Did you forget I drove down?" Chris said. "You don't have to worry about me."
"Good," Paul laughed. "Then you can take me home. Maggie has some things she wants to do. I'll let her take the car, if it's okay with you."
"Certainly." As she glanced at her sister, Maggie gave her a knowing wink. She was going to go talk to the kids. Though it wasn't really necessary now, Chris was glad it was being done. They parted in front of the building, and Chris let Paul drive. When they were out of the downtown area, he turned to her, patted her on the thigh, and smiled.
"Why don't we go to your place? We can have a quiet drink to celebrate without kids running all over."
"Fine with me." She lit a cigarette and leaned back, her nervousness disappearing quickly as they wound through the tree lined suburban streets.
Inside her house, Chris went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of expensive bourbon. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. And I think this is it."
She mixed two drinks, handed one to Paul, then they sat on the couches in front of the fireplace, facing each other. Paul raised his glass in a toast, and they drank.
"Quite an experience, wasn't it?" Paul said quietly.
"Yes, it was! God!"
"You know, I'm surprised you never came to me. I know it's been difficult for you. Maggie wouldn't have minded if I had... ahhh, taken care of you."
Chris smiled, sure of what he was thinking. "Well, I didn't know about what you two were doing until Maggie told me. You kept it pretty well hidden. I was surprised to find out you had a thing for young girls."
Paul laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, Maggie said she told you all about it. Well, what's wrong with it? Hells bells, if it wasn't me, it would be some young stud. They want it as much as I do. Sometimes even more."
"I didn't think you'd want someone so... inexperienced."
"Shit. They learn how in a hurry. Don't kid yourself. I think a couple of them taught me something." He paused. "But what about you? You still need someone to take care of you. If you want, I will."
Chris almost choked on a swallow. "You mean you want to go to bed with me? Right now?"
"Why not? I've always wondered what you'd be like. And I know Maggie wouldn't mind. How about it? Want to?"
She looked at him curiously for a moment. What Maggie had said was evidently true. He didn't care what she did, and she didn't mind if he dicked someone else. She felt her pussy getting wet as she stared at him. Her groin was tightening up as she thought of what it would be like to have him mount her.
"I... I think it would be nice, Paul," she answered softly. "Shall we go into the bedroom?"
"Let's do it right here," he said huskily.
Standing up, he took off his suit coat, then stripped his tie and shirt off.
Chris got up and pulled her dress over her head. Then she took her slip off, and stood with only her bra, garter belt, panties and hose on.
"Take it all off," Paul said gruffly, pulling his pants down. "Let's be naked."
When he took his shorts off, Chris sucked in her breath at the size of his cock. It was almost as big as Ted's, long and big around. Thick black hair covered it almost to the tip. His foreskin was taut over the swollen head, which peeked through, a drop of liquid seeping from the slit.
"Like that?" he grinned, grabbing it with his hand to wave it around. "It may not be the biggest, but it does the job."
Chris had her belt and panties off, and was pulling her hose down her legs. When she lifted a foot up to slip them off, liquid dripped from her twat onto the floor. She got her other stocking off, then unhooked her bra and let it fall away.
"Jesus, you've got a beautiful body," Paul said. "It's just made for fucking." He stepped over to her, took her in his arms, and pressed his hard tool against her belly as he kissed her passionately.
"Hey!" she said, pushing him away gently. "Let's fuck, not make love."
She reached down and took his shaft in her hand, skinning it back. Then she moved her fingers up and down the rod lightly, feeling the prong jerk as she touched it.
"Baby," he whispered. "Not too much of that. I don't want to shoot off in your hand."
Chris sank to one knee in front of him, still holding his dick. She applied her lips to the head, kissing it all over, letting her tongue touch it as her mouth worked around the tip.
"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Paul groaned. "Oohhhh, baby! Uuummmmm!"
She opened her mouth and slid her lips over it, tonguing his slit, then rimming the head.
"Oooohhhhh! Jesus, Chris! You don't have to suck me off! Uuunnnggghhhh! Damn! Ohhhhh, Chris! Uuuunnnggghhh!"
Taking his balls in hand, she tenderly caressed them as her mouth slid up and down on his cock. She moved her other hand around behind him, and ran it down his crack until she found his puckered asshole. Very slowly, she inserted a finger into his canal, probing and swirling it as she forced it up to the last knuckle.
"Chris! Uuummffff! Chris! God! U u u u n n n n ggh h ! Damn! Oh, baby! Aaaarrrggghhhhh!"
He put his hands on top of her head and held her as he began to hunch his dong into her mouth. His legs trembled as she sucked him, milked his balls and stabbed at his asshole.
She sucked even harder, her cheeks puckering as she put everything she had into it. His cock was so big it hurt her jaws to suck it for so long, but she kept it up, drawing his sperm from his balls.
"UUUUUUMMMMMM!" she moaned, her mouth full of dick. "UUUUMMMMMMMMM! UUUUUUUUMMMMMM!"
Paul hunched and pumped at her mouth, thrusting his dong at her frantically. His entire body quaked as the fluid began to course up from his nuts and out his prick.
Chris could feel his pecker swell as the juice coursed up the thick shaft, then it was exploding in her mouth, splashing in waves against the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, gulping the cream down as it flowed in squirts from the end of his jerking rod.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
When the last drops had spilled out onto her tongue, she licked him off and stood up. Paul's eyes were half closed as he shivered and shook. Chris pressed her huge tits against his chest and leaned up to kiss him tenderly.
"Did you like that?" she smiled. "I know I did."
"Ohh, damn, Chris! That was terrific!" His eyes opened wide, and he closed his arms around her. "Now, it's your turn. Why don't you lay down on the couch, and I'll eat your cunt."
"Ohhh, I'd like that, Paul." She backed away and went to the couch, laying down with her legs spread.
Paul gazed for a moment at the pink, moist gash gleaming in the surrounding hair, then he knelt down. Starting at the insides of her knees, he ran his mouth up her legs, kissing the creamy skin lovingly.
Chris put her hands on either side of her twat and with her fingers, separated the lips of her cunt. She looked down at Paul as his face neared her gash, then his mouth and nose were buried between the folds of her wet snatch.
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned. "Paul! Eat me! Lick my cunny! Oh, honey! Uuunnggghhh! There! Right there! Uuunnnggghhh!"
She wiggled around, then draped her legs over his shoulders, letting her feet dangle down his back. His lips were around her clit, sucking on it as his tongue teased the little node.
"Ooooohhhhh! Paul! Uuummmmm! Eat my twat! Eat me! Lick me 'til I cum! Ohhhhh, Paul! Uuuuunnnggghhh!"
As he moved down to insert his tongue into her hole and rim it, he reached up with both hands and gripped her tittys, closing his fingers around them and kneading them.
"PAUL! PRETTY SOON! UUNNGGHH! MAKE ME CUUUUUUUM! PAUL! DO IT! OOOOHHHHHH! AARRRRRGGHH! EAT ME! EAT ME! AAARRGGHHH!"
Chris grabbed at the hair on top of his head as she put her thighs together and squeezed his ears. Her ass lifted off the couch as the orgasm vibrated through her body, leaving her shaking and quivering.
Paul lifted his head as she separated her legs and let them drop down. He stood up slowly, rubbing the back of his arm across his mouth, wiping away her sweet fluid.
"Jesus, Chris! I've wanted to do that for a long time."
"Ohhhh, Paul! I'm so glad you did! It was thrilling."
When Chris swung her legs to the floor and sat up, Paul sat down on the end of the couch, his prick pulsating. His foreskin was still pushed back, and the purple head looked as though it was ready to burst.
Chris glanced over at it, then got up, walked over to him, and straddled his thighs with her knees. She pushed a nipple at his mouth as she reached down to take his tool in her hand and rub it on her cunt.
Paul looked up at her with a grin, then opened his mouth to accept her titty as she inserted his throbbing shaft into her twat.
"Uuuuummmmm!" he gasped as she settled down on it, shoving it deep into her tube. "Uuuuummmmmmm!"
"Oh, Paul! God! Ohhhhhhh! Uuunnnggghhhh!"
She put her hands on his shoulders and raised up, then let her pussy drop quickly over his extended rod. Her ass slapped against his thighs as she pounded down, the tip of his rod hitting against her womb.
"Aaarrgghhhh! Paul! Ohhhhh, Jesus! Uunnngghhh! Your cock is so hard! And so big! Oooohhhhhhhh!"
Swirling and swiveling her ass, she corkscrewed up and down on his dick, hammering at his prick frantically. She was pressing her titty hard against his face, smothering him with the mound of soft flesh as she hunched and pumped on his prong.
Paul backed off her tit, gasping for breath. "Uuuunngghhhh! Chris! Fuck me! Fuck it off! Aaarrggghhh! God, baby! Ohhh!"
"PAUL! ARE YOU READY? UUUUNNNGGHHHHH! I'M... GOING... TO... UUUNNNGGHHHH! PAUL! PAUL! AAARRRGGGHHHHH!"
His hot liquid spewed out the end of his rod, pounding into her cunt in huge waves, gushing against her tissues. He thrust his ass upwards as she arched her back, and they both exploded at the same time, shaking and trembling as the wonderful feeling of climax wracked their bodies.
When they had both stopped shuddering, Chris eased off his tool carefully, then stood up. Cream dripped from her twat and ran down her leg, some of it oozing out in globs to splash onto the rug.
She sighed heavily, picked up her panties, and wiped herself off. Then she cleaned up the rug, tossing the wet garment off into a corner. She smiled at Paul, who was leaning back, his chest heaving from the effort, then walked over to the bar to fix two more highballs.
"Here," she said, handing him one. "This should revive you a little bit."
Crossing to the other couch, she sat down and lit a butt, staring at her brother-in-law as he sipped his drink. His dong was beginning to wilt, sagging down over his balls slowly. It was apparent he wouldn't be ready for anything else for a while.
"Am I as good as Maggie?" she asked coyly.
"Hell yes! She hasn't fucked me like that for years. Since we've been messing around with the kids, we don't screw much anymore. I don't know why."
"Speaking of the kids," she said seriously, "can we talk about that for a minute? Paul, I don't see any reason why we all can't get together. I mean, your family, those kids from the ghetto program, and me. Why can't we have them over to your house? Or even over here?"
"Well, I guess it'd be okay. The only thing is, I wouldn't want our kids involved. They don't know what Maggie and I have been up to."
Chris sighed. "Paul, they do. Now before you say anything, hear me out. I talked to Chuck. He told me they know all about what you've been doing. And, they don't mind. But they think they should be allowed to do the same thing, and I agree."
"Hold it now." Paul leaned forward to look into her eyes. "I don't mind if the boys get a little ass, but I don't want Dianne involved in this. She's too young, for one thing. And besides, there's always the chance she would get pregnant."
"Oh, Paul. Don't be silly. She's old enough. And if she got on the pill, you wouldn't have to worry about her. She could use mine or Maggie's, as far as that goes. Or you could take her to a doctor and get her fixed up with a prescription."
"I don't know," Paul muttered. "I... I just don't like the idea of my daughter fucking everybody that comes along."
"Be realistic, for God's sake! She's going to get it from somebody. Boyfriends, pickups, what have you. She's a normal, healthy girl, Paul. There's no way you can stop her from being fucked. No way at all."
Paul snorted and leaned back again. "I suppose you're right. Well, what do we do? We'd have to talk to Maggie about it before we made up our minds."
"Why don't you do that this afternoon? If she agrees, she could pick up those kids we took to the lake. Tell their folks we're taking them out to a movie or something. Then everyone could come over here tonight. I've got plenty of room."
"Okay. But before we go any farther, what happened at the lake? Did you and Maggie try the boys out? Are they ready for something like this?"
Chris nodded, trying to decide just how much to tell him about what happened. Then she described the activity, or at least as much as she knew about, leaving Dianne out of it entirely. When she was through, Paul had a wide grin on his face.
"So the girls like it, too! Good! But do you think they can be counted on to keep their mouths shut? If this ever leaked out, we'd all be in a helluva lot of trouble."
"I'm sure, Paul. Maggie is talking to them right now. She offered to, because of my troubles with I that Simpson boy. As long as I'm on parole, I have to be damned careful."
"All right. Let's have one more drink, then I'll go home and talk to Maggie. Ill call you later and let you know what we're going to do."
Chris got up, kissed him as she took his glass, then went to the bar.
"But, Jeez!" Bobby protested. "We don't know when they're coming back. What if dad walks in?"
"We can hear them drive up," Chuck said, pulling his pants down. "We can get dressed in a hurry."
"But our cocks will show," Bobby said. "We can't hide a hard-on."
"Oh, stop arguing and get your clothes off," Dianne said harshly. "For God's sake. Do you want to or not?" She had her blouse and bra off, and was slipping her slacks and panties down her legs. Her tittys swayed as she bent over to pull them off her feet.
"Okay, okay." The younger boy yanked his T-shirt off and tossed it on the couch. Then he stripped his pants off quickly.
"Lay down on your back," Chuck said to Bobby. "We'll do it like Dianne wants it."
Bobby got down on the rug, his shaft sticking straight up in the air, jerking. The girl nodded to Chuck, then knelt on her knees and crawled over between Bobby's legs. As she put her fingers around Bobby's throbbing prick, Chuck dropped down behind her and gripped his tool.
Dianne slid Bobby's foreskin back, then bent down to kiss the tip. Chuck sidled up behind her and inserted his cock into the crack of her ass, rubbing it down until he felt the wetness of her gash on the end of his dong.
"Stick it in, Chuck," the girl hissed, then opened her lips and slid them over her brother's cock. She was tonguing and rimming the hard shaft when she felt Chuck's stiff prick sliding up her cunt, separating the tissues as it slithered up towards her uterus.
"Uuuuummmmmmm!" she murmured. "Uuuummmmmmm!"
Chuck put his hands on her hips, then began hunching and pumping his swollen dick into her twat, thrusting it forward, then sliding it out almost to the end before slamming it back in again. The cheeks of his ass twitched as his sister's pussy caressed his plunging shaft, massaging it with her wet tissues.
"Uuuunnngghhhh!" he groaned. "Uuunngghhh! God, Sis! You sure have a tight twat! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummmfffff!"
The girl was bobbing her head up and down on Bobby's hard prick, sucking and pulling at it with her mouth. She could smell his male aroma as she tugged at his dong, trying to pull his sperm from his balls.
Dianne was wild. Chuck's prick was doing wonderful things to her cunny, and she had a sweet tasting cock in her mouth. At the same time! She gyrated her ass around the stabbing tool as her head nodded on Bobby's shaft.
Suddenly, sperm was gushing into her from both ends. Just as she felt Chuck's liquid spurting into her cunt, slamming hard against her womb, Bobby's dong swelled, and then it was jetting into her mouth, washing over her tonsils and flowing down her throat.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Bobby shouted. "UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Chuck hammered his cock in one final thrust, then stopped, his body quaking as the liquid spewed out the tip of his pecker.
Dianne swallowed quickly, forcing the warm fluid down her throat, then whimpered softly as the last of Bobby's juice oozed out the end of his cock.
She licked him off, then waited while Chuck slithered his prick from her twat. Then they all got to their feet and began to dress. No words were necessary. They were all content.
CHAPTER TEN
After Paul left, Chris climbed in the tub for a long, hot bath. Then she took a douche and put her hair up. She wasn't particularly hungry, filled with excitement over what was going to happen that evening, but she decided she should eat something.
She had a TV dinner while her hair dried, then puttered around the house, waiting anxiously for Paul to call. She was watching the evening news on TV when the phone rang, and her heart skipped a few beats as she hurried to answer it.
"Hi. Paul. We talked it over, and Maggie says it would be a good idea. She's already called the parents of the kids, and they all seemed happy to get rid of them for a while. Maggie's going to pick them up around seven. I'll bring our kids over at the same time. Okay?"
"That's perfect, Paul. I'll see you then."
Chris dressed quickly, then drove to the liquor store for pop and booze. As an afterthought, she picked up several things to snack on, then rushed home.
Paul came in the door without knocking just after seven. The children followed him in, smiles creasing their faces. Chris told them to sit down, then got each of them something to drink while they waited.
"She should be here pretty soon," Paul said, swirling the ice in his glass. "None of them live very far away."
Chuck cleared his throat and glanced nervously at his dad.
"Are... are we all going to...!"
Paul grinned. "I guess so. That's what your mother and aunt want, anyway. Why? Are you scared?"
"No. I... I mean, it sounds cool. But, are... are we all going to... to do it in front of everybody?"
Dianne laughed. "Why not, silly? It'd be kind of funny for us all to go to another room, wouldn't it? I mean, heck. We'll all know what's going on, anyway."
"She's right," Chris said. "There's nothing to hide. When the others get here, I think we should just take our clothes off and let everyone see what's happening."
Bobby didn't look too enthusiastic about the whole thing, and he sat quietly, sipping on a bottle of pop.
"Dad?" Dianne asked. "Are... are you going to do it to me, too?"
Paul looked at his daughter lovingly. "Only if you want me to, honey. You make the decision."
The girl nodded slowly, but didn't pursue the matter.
"What the heck is keeping them?" Chuck muttered. "Jeez! It shouldn't have taken this long. They only live a... "
He was interrupted by the front door opening, then Maggie came in. Behind her, the other children stepped in, a shy look on their faces.
"Welcome," Chris said gleefully. "Glad you could make it."
She stood up, then introduced Paul to each of the kids.
"Now that we all know each other, I think we should get on with it. Maggie, did you tell them what we're going to do?"
"Uh huh. They think it's a great idea. Don't you kids?"
They all nodded agreement, then Chris motioned to the hallway.
"Let's go to the bedrooms and undress, first. There's plenty of hangers. Just come back when you're ready." She took Maggie by the arm and led her off to her bedroom as everyone began moving off.
The girls followed the women into Chris' room, then they started to strip. They all stared openly at each others bodies, admiring the pussies and titties. Chris felt proud that her tits didn't sag much more than the younger girls' did. She thought that was pretty good, considering her age.
"Should we douche first?" Trish asked Chris.
"I think that would be a good idea. We can't ask them to eat us if we don't smell good, can we? The syringe is under the sink in the bathroom there. Help yourself."
Chris sat on the bed while the other females paraded into the bathroom to clean their cunts out. She smiled when she thought of what the men were thinking when they heard the almost continuous splashing of water in the stool.
When they were all ready, they filed back to the front room. All the men were there, sitting around on the couches and chairs, every prick standing up at full erection. Dianne gasped loudly when she saw Ted's huge prick, and Chris grinned. That was one cock the girl was sure to try before the night was over.
"What took you so long?" Hank smirked. "I was getting all set to beat my meat."
"I wouldn't get too anxious if I were you, young man," Chris laughed. "You're going to get more than you can handle before this is all over."
The males stared at the beautiful naked bodies as the women took their seats. Paul couldn't take his eyes off his daughter. He had never seen her nude before, and was surprised at how nicely she was built.
"Shall we have a drink first?" Chris asked. "Or do you all want to get right to it?"
"God, Aunt Chris!" Chuck spoke up. "You can't expect us to wait too long. Not with you gals parading around like that."
"All right, then. Who's going to be first?"
"I will!" Chuck said quickly. "Nancy? Can I?"
Nancy wanted Ted's prick, but she didn't want to turn Chuck down. She nodded silently, then got down on the floor and spread her thighs. The pink folds of her pussy were wet, and as she opened her pelvis, the males gazed in fascination at her gaping hole.
Chuck knelt between her legs and laid down on top of her. He swivelled his ass around, guiding the tip of his enlarged cock to the moist opening in her slit. When the head was in, he let his body drop atop hers, squashing her titties. She threw her legs and arms around him and moaned softly as his tool penetrated her twat.
While the rest of the party watched, the boy began to hunch his dong in and out of her cunny, his legs and ass trembling as Nancy's snatch grabbed at his prick. Each time it came out, the others could see her hole pooch out, the shaft wet from her tube.
"U u u nnngghh ! " he groaned. "Uuunnnggghhhh!"
Maggie was entranced. She gazed fondly at her son as he pounded his dick into the girl, happy in the thought that he would be able to satisfy any female with his thick dick.
Trish had sat down next to Paul, and as she stared at the fucking couple, her hand moved over to grip his pecker, holding it tightly. He turned to smile at her, but she was transfixed by the rod sliding in and out of her friend's pussy.
Dianne stole quick glances at Ted's monstrous cock, throbbing wildly as he observed the screwing pair. Her pussy was so hot, fluid was running out her hole, dampening the cushion under her. Suddenly she jumped up and rushed across to him, kneeling on the floor between his knees. She wrapped her fingers around his rod, then opened her mouth to slide her lips down the huge shaft.
"Unnnnggghhhhh!" he gasped. "Uuunnggghhh! Oh, God, Dianne! Aaarrgghhhhhh! Uuummmmffffff!"
Bobby's hand had stolen to his jerking pecker, and his eyes were glazed as his fingers grasped his tool. Looking around the room quickly, he saw Chris' twat gleaming in the hair in her crotch. Stepping over to her, past the pair on the floor, he squatted down in front of her.
"Can I?" he whimpered. "Can I eat you, Aunt Chris? Please?"
She smiled down at him, nodded, then spread her legs. The boy dove between them, his mouth already open, his tongue out and flickering. She slid down on the cushion, pushing her twat out over the edge, and he buried his face in the folds of her slippery cunny.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as he began sucking her clit with his lips, teasing it with the tip of his hot tongue. "Ohhhhhhhh, Bobby! Uuummmmmmmmm!"
As he mouthed her cunt, his hand grabbed his pulsating dong and he started jacking off, pumping his dick as he rimmed Chris' hole frantically.
Unconsciously, Trish was pumping Paul's rod, her hand moving up and down on his dong as she stared at Chuck and Nancy. He reached down, gently removed her fingers from their tight clasp, then motioned to her.
"Get up on your hands and knees, honey," he murmured. "Ill stick you right now."
She looked at him blankly, then got up and knelt on the couch, her tittys hanging over the back. Paul rose and stepped up to her well rounded ass. She moved her knees apart as he aimed at her cunt with his cock, then inserted the tip. Putting his hands on her waist, he positioned his feet, then lunged at her, forcing his hairy rod up her twat.
"UUUNNNNGGGHHHH!" she cried out. "GOD! UMMMFFFF! OHHHHH, IT'S SO BIG! AAARRGGGHHHH!"
Paul grinned happily, then hunched his ass in and out, his thick dong sliding easily into her lubricated hole. He felt his balls banging against her hair-shrouded pussy as he hammered at her. She swiveled and swirled her ass around the stabbing rod, moaning softly.
Maggie could stand it no longer. She looked around at all the fucking couples, shuddered, then stood up. Crossing the room, she walked up to Hank, turned around, then reached back between her legs to hold his pecker as she dropped her pussy down over it.
When it was in, she pulled her hand away and put her palms on his knees, steadying herself as she lifted her ass up. Then she slammed down on his cock, shoving her twat all the way down on his rod.
He reached around under her arms, and cupped her titties in his hands, squeezing them as she pounded away on his swollen cock. He hunched his ass up to help her, his eyes closed as he thrilled at her hot, moist tube massaging his tender dick.
Maggie looked down, then reached for his balls, milking them as she corkscrewed up and down. "Uuunngghh! Ohhhhh, Hank! Pump it up to me! Hunch, baby! Hunch! Uuunnnnggghhhh!"
Dianne was still bobbing her head on Ted's huge prick when she heard Nancy scream. Then hot liquid was gushing into her mouth, slamming against her tonsils, and washing down her throat in gigantic waves.
"UUUUNNNGGHHH!" Ted shouted.
"UUNNNGGHHHH!"
Soon the room was filled with slurping and sucking sounds; flesh banging against flesh; animal-like grunts and groans. Cries of anguish echoed from the walls. Then gradually, there was only the sounds of heavy breathing as bodies continued to quake and tremble.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus!" Nancy moaned from the floor.
"Uuunnnnggghhhh!" Ted gasped.
Paul pulled his prick from Trish's pussy, their combined juices running out of her hole onto the couch as his dong left the gaping opening. " Whheeeew www!"
Bobby straightened up and stared at the pool of cum under his pulsing dick. Hie wiped his face with the back of his hand, and grinned up at his aunt.
Dianne stood up, her legs shaky. She spun around and sat down, her chest heaving from the effort.
"Well," Chris said quietly. "It looks as though all of us got something that time. What do you all say we have that drink now, and let our systems return to normal?"
When nobody disagreed, she got up and signalled to Maggie. They went into the kitchen, returning with refreshments. The group was all smiling happily as they found a place to sit and sipped on their drinks.
"Don't you think everyone should clean up before we start again?" Trish asked.
"That's a good idea, honey," Maggie said. "After all, we've got plenty of time."
"Wait!" Dianne said quickly. "Before we do that, there's something I want to do."
She put her bottle of pop on the table, then strode over to stand in front of Paul.
"Daddy? Can I fuck you? I really want to."
"Let her, dear," Maggie said. "You know how she's always felt about you. Show her how much you love her."
Paul gazed up and down his daughter's body. His prick began to jerk as he stared at the lush figure, the firm titties, and the thick bush of hair covering her twat.
"Okay, honey. I'd like that." He set his glass down on the floor, then leaned back and held his arms out.
Dianne smiled broadly then mounted his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. She took her father's tool in her hand, slipped it into her already wet cunny, then eased down on it, forcing the throbbing prick deep into her belly.
" Uuuunnnnggghhhh ! " she gasped. "Uuunnnggghhhhh!"
When she felt her ass touching his thighs, she leaned out to brush a hard nipple across Paul's lips. He grinned, then opened his mouth and took her titty, sucking on it as she lifted up and slammed down again.
"O'OOOOHHHHHH, DADDY! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OOOOHHHHHH! IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOD! UUUNNGGGHHHH!"
The others watched intently as the girl slid up the hairy dong then pounded down again, slapping her ass against her dad's legs. Maggie looked over at Chris, winked, then turned to observe her daughter happily screwing her husband.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Dianne shouted. "OOOHHHH, DADDY! UNGH! I... THINK... THIS... IS... WONDERFUL... ! UUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" She was hammering away at his prick, jumping up and down as she moaned in ecstasy. Paul hunched up to her, helping her fuck him. Then they both went rigid, their bodies shaking as their orgasms exploded at the same time.
Wrapping his arms around his daughter, Paul buried his face in her soft titty as his sperm shot out, flooding her tube and running back out over his balls.
The girl was still trembling when she lifted off her dad's dick and climbed down. Smiling happily, she leaned over to give him a kiss.
"That was very good, honey," Maggie said, patting her daughter on the ass as she passed on the way to her seat. "I know your dad liked it, too."
"Okay, everybody," Chris announced. "Let's go get washed up then we can do something different."
When they returned from the bathroom, Chris stood patiently in the middle of the room while everyone took their seats. Then she glanced around, smiling.
"I think we should do something that we can all watch. How about two gals taking one guy?"
"Hey, that sounds great!" Trish said. "Who?"
"How about Bobby first?" Paul said. "He's the youngest male here."
"Good," Chris nodded. "Now, which girls will do it?"
"I will," Trish spoke up.
"Me too," Nancy said. "I haven't had him yet."
"All right. Bobby, lay down on the floor. Nancy, you get on his cock. And Trish, you sit down on his face. While Nancy fucks him, he can eat your cunny."
"Ohhh, swell," Trish agreed.
When the boy was on his back, Nancy straddled him, holding his rod in her hand to insert it into her gash. Trish knelt down over his face, positioning her cunt just above his mouth.
"Okay, girls," Maggie laughed. "Go to it."
Nancy slipped the boy's prong into her pussy, then eased down over it. Relaxing her legs, she let her twat sink until his prick was buried in her snatch.
Trish looked down at her crotch, then settled down until her gash was covering Bobby's mouth and nose. Instantly, she felt his hot tongue flicking into her slit, running up and down over her clit and her hole.
"Okay, Nancy," she whispered. "Give it to him."
Trish gazed at Bobby's prick as Nancy rose up, then banged down on it. Then she put her hands on Nancy's shoulders as she stared at her tittys bouncing up and down as the girl slammed down on the stiff dong.
"Is... he... eating... you?" Nancy grunted, pumping up and down quickly.
"Ohhhh, yes! Uuuuummmmm! Eat me, Bobby! Eat me good! Uuunnnggghhh!"
The boy had his eyes closed as he slurped and sucked at Trish's cunny. He swallowed the juice that was seeping out of her hole, his tongue rimming the opening feverishly.
"Trish! His cock is way up inside me! Aaarrggghhhh!"
"Fuck him, Nancy! Fuck him! Uuunnggghhhh!"
Trish dropped her hands and leaned over to take one of Nancy's tittys in her mouth. As Bobby rimmed and reamed her cunt, she sucked on Nancy's nipple.
"Trish! Unnnggghhh! Ohhhh, God, that feels good! Unngh!"
As the trio sucked and fucked on the floor, Chris stared at Ted's monstrous dong. It was throbbing and jerking as he watched Bobby get it from both ends. The foreskin was pulled back, and the purple knob of a head gleamed.
"Ted!" Chris rasped. "Come here!"
Getting up from her chair, she turned around and knelt on the cushion. She spread her legs, and leaned over the back.
Ted strode up to her, and without waiting, slipped his huge dick into her snatch, cramming it all the way in in one lunge.
"AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!" Chris screamed.
"GOD! OOOOHHHHH! TED! GOD! UUUNNNGGGHHHHH!"
The boy bent over her back, grabbed a titty in each hand, and squeezed and kneaded the pliable flesh as he slammed his dong deep into her tummy.
"UUNNNGGHHHH!" he groaned. "UUNNGGHHH! CHRIS! OHHHH! CHRIS!"
Paul enjoyed seeing his boy get such a good working over by the girls. He envied his son as he watched Nancy and Trish give him all they had with their young cunts. But when he saw Ted thrusting his tool into Chris, he became hotter than before.
Getting up quickly, he walked around behind Chris' chair, took his prick in his hand, and pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth readily, and he shoved forward, burying his jerking cock between her quivering lips.
"Suck it!" he grunted. "Suck me off, baby! Uuunnggghhhh! Aaarrgggghhhh!"
Her head remained motionless as he punched her mouth with his dong. She sucked and pulled at the plunging rod as Ted pounded his gigantic cock into her cunt. She let her mind go blank as she thrilled to the two pricks hammering at her from both ends.
"UUUUMMMMMM!" she murmured loudly. "UUUUMMMMMMM!"
"SUCK ME, CHRIS! GOD! SUCK ME! BLOW ME OFF! UNNGGHH!"
"Trish!" Nancy shouted. "Stop sucking! I'm going to cuuuummm! Ohhhh, God! Uuummffff! Aaarrgghhhhhh!" Nancy pulled her tit from Trish's mouth, arched her back, and shook as her orgasm sped through her body. At the same moment, Bobby's sperm spewed from the end of his rod, gushing out into her tube.
As he came, the boy thrust his face deeper into Trish's cunt, his tongue inserted as far as possible into her hole. She quivered and writhed, then twitched as her orgasm tingled every nerve in her body.
Ted shot off, squirting his juice into her. Chris felt the warm liquid, sucked harder on Paul's jerking staff, then he was also erupting into her, his juice flowing into her mouth so fast she could hardly swallow it.
The two trios broke apart slowly, their bodies still quivering as they sought a place to drop down.
Maggie got up and crossed the room to sit next to her husband, who was still gasping for breath. She put her arm around him, kissed him on the cheek, and smiled.
"Isn't this fun, honey? We should have done this a long time ago. I'm so glad you and Chris thought it up."
"So am I," he wheezed. "But, damn! We've got to take it slower! I'm not as young as I used to be."
Chris heard him and laughed. "Well, you didn't have to put your cock in my mouth, you know. If you're that tired, why don't you go lay down on the bed for a while?"
"Who said I was tired? I just want to rest for a spell."
Maggie patted him on the leg. "You just sit here, dear. One of the girls will take care of you when you're ready."
"I'd like to," Trish commented. "You let me know when, Paul. I'd like to suck your cock."
Paul smiled at her, closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch.
He was a lucky man. A very lucky man.
"All right, now," Chris said. "Who's going to be next?"
The pleasant situation continued on in the same way for several months. The children would be picked up once, and sometimes twice a week to go to Chris' house. When time permitted, they would return to Lake Dublar and spend long weekends there, frolicking amongst the pines and enjoying the wonders of both the outdoor and indoor sports.
Eventually, after much discussion and planning, Paul, Chris and Maggie sold their homes to buy a much larger house; a three story affair that had at one time been a very expensive mansion.
Paul quit his job, they applied for and got a grant from the county, and opened a home for wayward and underprivileged youngsters. They fixed the house up beautifully, winding up with some twenty separate rooms and two dormitories.
The flow of new children seemed endless. There were always hundreds of young boys and girls who needed a place to stay. And, as they were indoctrinated into the systems of the house, most would have preferred to live there for the rest of their lives.
Though the house is a respected part of the community, and the mayor points with pride to what is being done in his city to provide constructive assistance to destitute and homeless children, no one except those who live there know what joy exists behind the curtained windows.