Sex and violence, which some will argue go in hand, seem to be obsessions with the media: one is bombarded with them in the news, cinema, the theater and, of course, our everyday life. We are now made more aware of them than ever before. But frequently not in an honest way.
Only recently have the psychological disciplines-those concerned with finding out makes us "tick"-come to terms with reality, rather than enhance glossy, melodramatic myths. We are no longer asked to repress our inner feelings, so prevalent, for example, during the Victorian Era in England.
Perhaps because of just that lack of repression people are enjoying sex more, trying new things out, titillating their senses.
In this story we have a decided lack of repression, as we get to know the Foster family: twelve-year-old Bruce, thirteen-year-old Betty and their parents, who, some might say, indulge in rather "unusual" sexual activity.
One is not normally sexually attracted to one's brother, as is Betty to Bruce, nor is one especially attracted in the sexual sense to one's father or mother, or in this case Betty's step-father and Bruce's step-mother. Nevertheless these very feelings, long repressed in many people across the globe, are refreshingly let out in the open, which oddly enough seems to help bring this family together, in more ways than one.
Leather and whip fetishes have been portrayed as an undesirable bunch, particularly because they are so prone to violence. Hence you can imagine Betty's shock when she accidentally interrupts her parents (and younger brother!) indulging in such "bizarre' practices.
Yet, without much trouble, she is drawn into this "devious" family activity and soon comes to enjoy it tremendously, finding I stimulating and terrifically exciting.
Her already strong attachment for her family, particularly her stepfather and brother, become stronger still, bonded together by the "games" they all indulge in with surprising frequency.
This story sheds new light on the subject of human sexuality. It may very well make one pause and think, reassess one's own sexuality, perhaps urge one to liberate oneself?
CHAPTER ONE
"It's only a game, sweetheart, only a game. A game ... a game ... game ... game...."
Over and over the phrase repeated itself in Betty's mind. She felt tears stinging her eyes. Only a game ... only a game.
She sat up in bed and switched on her bedside lamp. Light filled the room, pushing the shadows into the corners, making her pounding heart slowly regain its normal beating.
It was a nightmare, nothing more. But Betty knew that wasn't so. She had just woken from a dream, true, but what she had been dreaming was an exact replica of what had gone on earlier that evening ... in her mother's room.
She had come home from the library earlier than expected. Just in time to catch the tail end of what was going on in the bedroom. With Phil, her step-father.
Control yourself, she told herself, hugging herself, sitting upright under the covers. Once again the scenes went through her head like a movie she had seen a hundred times. I don't want to think about it. I don't! But again, she knew she was only fooling herself. She could feel her loins begin to tingle, the same sensation she experienced while beginning to masturbate.
Betty was thirteen, small for her age, thin, though her breasts were surprisingly full, giving her a slightly awkward appearance which was offset by what could only be called, even for a girl her age, barely into adolescence, a beautiful face. Framed by long, flowing blonde hair which reached nearly to her waist.
It was three o'clock in the morning, but Betty knew she couldn't possibly go back to sleep. She might never sleep again. The thought terrified her, almost more so than what she had witnessed accidentally mere hours before.
My God, she thought, lying back against the pillow, it seems like an eternity. It's as if my life has suddenly been changed. Changed forever. I'll never be able to face them again.
My own little brother! she thought grimly. Not to mention Mom and Phil, my step-father. It was like ... like something out of a porno movie, though she had never seen one. What am I going to do?
Only a game. A game....
They had all jumped out of bed when her brother Bruce had cried out: "Jesus Christ! It's Sis!" And Betty had stood there, her school books in her hand (she let them fall to the floor), her mouth gaping open in disbelief.
Her brother was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, his cock, its hugeness shocking Betty, standing upright between his thighs, the purple tip of it glistening, dripping something. Semen. He had just pulled it out of her mother's asshole. Phil was standing on the bed, a whip in his hand, about to hit his wife again, her howls of ecstasy filling the room, faint reddish welts on her back, lining it like tiger stripes.
Then Phil's arm dropped and he managed a weak smile as if to say, Well, you caught me fair and square. You win. Her mother had merely whimpered like a frightened animal upon seeing her daughter trembling, eyes like little white saucers, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Sis, it's okay, really...." her brother had begun. Then Betty had run to her. room, locking her door, the image of her step-father's huge member, seemingly twice the size of her 'twelve-year-old brother's schlong, and that was absolutely monstrous, thick and pulsating, with just a whisper of light brown pubic hair, unlike her purely golden fuzz.
Evidently they had all hurriedly dressed, for when she finally did open the door they were standing there, looking sheepish, begging her to just let them explain. It was all perfectly normal. A game, her mother had said. A game? Who were they trying to kid? Yet....
There was that tingling sensation in her crotch again. She reached down under the covers and pressed her palm over her cunt. The hairs were wet. She was becoming more and more excited just thinking of her step-father there, whip poised, ready to strike her mother's back again. It was only a small thing, like a kid's toy of some kind. But it looked sinister enough.
Betty closed her eyes and moaned, realizing all the confused hours after what she had seen had been leading up to this very moment when she had to decide for herself: to forgive her family and perhaps become a part of their lascivious pleasures, or strongly voice her opinion against the sinister affair and hope they would stop. Though she could never forget what she had seen. If only I had stayed another half hour, she mused. It would have been so much easier. I never would have found out.
I wonder how long it has been going on ... Just a game. A game.
Suddenly the word GAME took on a new meaning. Just repeating the innocuous word over and over in her mind made her excited-sexually stimulated. She began to cream. She could feel an orgasm coming on. She had to find relief. It wouldn't go away if she ignored it, as if she could very well ignore it. Impossible.
Betty slipped her nightie over her head and pushed the bunched-up fabric under her sheets. She pressed her palm against the quivering lips of her vagina. Yes, she was very wet now: The sensation was becoming almost unbearably intense, her pussy juice coating her upper thighs.
How can I be turned on by something so disgusting? Betty wondered. My twelve-year-old brother balling Mom in the ass while Phil, a man I have always loved and respected, whipping her as his cock lay just inches from her pursed lips. And the unmistakable smell of sex. That heady, musky aroma. Unmistakable, though Betty's sexual experiences until now were nil. She was a virgin. She had never had much interest in boys. Until tonight, when she saw her baby brother naked, in all his exciting youthful splendor.
He's not a baby anymore, she thought, remembering the times she had noticed his swollen loins (his pants were always so tight.) That excited her more than the same sight on other boys in school. She had always loved her brother, in fact was very close to all three members of her family, but not until now did she realize how much in love with him she really was.
She thought of him now as she began slipping in her middle finger, reaming her clitoris, feeling the delicious sensations beginning to swell and rise up her naked, sweating body, consuming her like a fire. She imagined it was her who was being fucked by little Bruce, not her mother.
And now that her thoughts were turning this way, what she had witnessed earlier didn't seem as bad as it did initially. Yes, she thought, beginning to pant and moan, I guess it was something of a game. A very exciting game.
She had just made her decision.
And as if by magic, at that exact moment of self-realization, her bedroom door opened softly and Bruce entered, carefully closing the door, wincing at the creak the door made before clicking back into place.
He walked to her bedside and sat down, a dreamy, apologetic smile brightening up his cute little face. Betty thought her heart would burst with its love for this darling little brother.
"Hi, Sis," he whispered.
She pulled her covers up to her chin. "Hi, Brucie."
"Gee, Sis," Bruce said, keeping his voice low. Although their parents' room was down the hall the house was unusually quiet and the boy didn't want the two of them to be disturbed. He too was having trouble sleeping.
"I-I don't know what to say, Sis," he stammered, reddening with embarrassment. "I guess there's no use beating around the bush. You saw it all and I guess it looked pretty awful. It seemed that way the first night I did it with them. It's only been a month now...."
"A month!" Betty was astounded. She had never guessed for a moment that something even vaguely like this was going on behind her back. A whole month.
"Ssshhh! Not so loud. Listen. I can explain. I hope this doesn't change anything. You know...." He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, giving her a soft affectionate peck. His lips felt dry.
Betty was feeling nervous and almost had an impulse to pull, back her hand, but she didn't She knew in her heart that nothing could change her deep love for her brother, and perhaps her love for him was about to take on a new dimension.
A game ... only a....
"Kiss me," he murmur ed, drawing close to her, at the same time pulling her up toward him. The sheets fell, exposing her lovely ripe tits, the nipples red and erect.
He pretended not to notice but he did nevertheless. His lips touched hers and his tongue darted inside her mouth. She sucked on it, her cunt aching for release. They kissed for a long time. She could see the growing bulge inside the boy's pajama bottoms. She became more excited. Her heart was pounding.
My God, what are we doing. Are we going crazy? All of us?
"I don't understand," she said aloud.
"I understand, Sis, but, really, it's not all as bad as it might have looked. Honest. You know I've never lied to you." His left hand reached out and caressed the luscious swell of her right tit. He took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed, sending sharp pangs of pleasure racing through her.
"Don't...." she said, but not convincingly. In fact, she was thinking just the opposite. She desperately wanted the twelve-year-old beauty to touch her, fondle her, caress her, every part of her.
He let go of her tit and stared into her eyes.
"Funny, but the same thing happened to me," he began slowly, thoughtfully. "It was the night you slept over your girlfriend's. Remember?"
Betty nodded.
"Well, it must have been nearly midnight. Mom and Dad said they were feeling tired and they went upstairs. I stayed downstairs for another twenty minutes or so watching TV then when the program was finished I went to my room and undressed for bed.
"I got into bed and thought I heard someone crying. It sounded like Mom. I got out of bed ... walked quietly on tippy toes down the hall and pressed my ear against their bedroom door. Nothing. Suddenly everything was real still. It started to go back to my room when I heard it again. It was Mom. She was moaning, "Do it again!" I couldn't believe my ears. The way she said it sent chills up and down my spine.
"I waited to see if she would do it again and sure enough she kinda groaned again-I remember all this like it just happened yesterday-and she said, "Ohhhh, Phil, your dick is so big and thick. It's breaking me in half." I mean, shit. Sis, I couldn't fucking believe it. Can you imagine? Then I could hear the bedsprings. They were fucking up a storm in there!
Than she said, "Whip me, baby." Just like that. Honest. And I opened the door just a peek and I saw Dad, without any clothes on, and Mom had on these tight black stockings, nothing else on, and Dad had his cock in his hand, he was kinda stroking it like when guys wank off. Shit, I'm not embarrassing you, Sis, am I? Okay, good. Now where was I? Oh yeah ... then he started fucking her again, but first he hit her with the whip, the same one you saw tonight. It doesn't really hurt much, only if you really hit hard. It's like a toy really, but, yeah, I guess it can hurt if you want it to.
"Anyway, I stood there and my cock began getting hard in my pants and I started to turn around to go back in my room and jack off-it's funny but even from the start I never thought anything was wrong about it-I mean even the whipping and black stockings and all that. But I guess I know how you must have felt ... Okay, okay where was I? Yeah ... well ... they both saw me then. Maybe I made a noise or something, but the room suddenly got real still-you could hear a pin drop and all-and I just stood there. I couldn't move.
"Mom got up and took me by the hand and brought me to the side of the bed. Then she hugged me and kissed me. but like nothing strange had been going on. Like it was perfectly natural. She began tonguing me out and I just came in my pants. My cock was jerking inside my pajamas and cum was shooting out and I fell on her and we both fell back on the bed and Dad was laughing and then Mom was laughing, saying something about her "Big Boy" and I started laughing too.
"Then they both undressed me. Dad told me it was all okay and it was about time I learned about the facts of life and all and then Mom showed me how to do it and we fucked and, man, it was wonderful. The best. I never felt anything like it before. It was a million times better than jerking off.
"Hey, what are you doing with your nightie off anyway?"
Betty blushed, trying to pull the covers up again to cover her chest. Bruce wouldn't let her.
"Come on. Your tits are too good to hide like that. I mean, we're brother and sister." He paused as if in deep thought. Betty couldn't keep her eyes from wandering to her brother's groin, which was swollen even more. He was exciting himself in relating his story to her.
She could almost see his point, the more he talked about it the more normal it all seemed, as if every man should carry a whip and beat his wife and kids with it.
"Sis, tell me ... the truth now ... did you ever think of doing it with me?"
Betty didn't know what to say. She and Bruce, though they were very close, had shied away until now about discussing sex with each other. It was a taboo subject with them, as if by silent mutual agreement. Should she tell him the truth, that she had, especially the past few hours, been thinking just that? And nothing else?
"Yes, Bruce," she whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. It was out. She felt relief wash over her.
"I though so ... Gee, Sis, you are a beautiful chick, really you are."
"And you're the most handsome boy I know, Brucie."
"Really?" His eyes lit up. "I mean, honest?" He took both her hands in his. this time she didn't have to be coerced. She sat up and they kissed, this time passionately, like lovers who haven't seen each other for some time.
She began unbuttoning his pajama top. He moaned in her ear, nibbling the lobe, his left hand pushing down the sheets until her vagina was exposed to full view.
"Man." he murmured excitedly. "What a delicious looking pussy. Much less hair than Mom's. Yeah, I really dig it. Okay if I touch it, Sis?"
"Yes. Yes."
"My cock is rock hard. Feel it."
He took her hand and placed it on his groin. She could feel the outline of his cum-filled balls underneath the pajama bottoms. She saw a wet stain slowly spread inches above the two swollen nuts. She followed the outline of his tumescent shaft. Upward toward his navel. It was long and thin, the bulbous head pulsating, sending out wet drops of pre-cum.
"That's it," he whispered, swallowing hard, his voice breaking. "Stroke it slowly. Ohh shit, yeah." He put his hand on her mound and squeezed. She thought she would cum right then and there.
She unbuttoned the snap on his pajama fly and undid the flannel cord, releasing his cock. It sprung outward like a snake, more than seven inches long, the head thick and domed-shaped, dribbling cum sauce, oozing the clear shining liquid from the gaping piss slit.
"Yessssssss," he moaned, his eyelashes fluttering madly. "Mmmmm, Sis, yeah."
"Like this?" she whispered, her curiosity aroused as well as her sex as she trailed two fingers lightly up and down the pulsating organ.
"You catch on fast. Sure you're still a virgin:
She was too embarrassed to answer. After tonight, she then decided, I won't be a virgin any longer. Bruce will take care of that....
"Come into bed with me," she said, surprised that she was taking the initiative, even with her brother.
He rose and kicked off his pajamas until he was gloriously naked, his pale body thin and alluring, his penis erect and taunt, the skin stretched smoothly tight. He got under the covers and they kissed again, their arms going around each other. Their moans echoed in each other's ears. Delightful sounds.
He cupped her tits with both his hands and pressed her head against the pillow, his boyhood pressing rock-hard against her upper thigh. She could feel it jerk as it let out another few drops of viscous cum liquid. Betty's head began to swim.
With hearts pounding, they tongued each other out, her tits pressed against his trembling chest, her erect nipples like needles against his bare flesh. She reached down and took his hard cock in her hand, beginning to massage it, her fist encasing it, stroking it rhythmically.
"Don't Sis," he warned, his voice tight. "I'm so fucking excited I'm gonna cum right in your hand. I'm serious, Sis, Sis, SIS."
He fell against her, pinning her to the bed, her hand nevertheless managing to continue stroking until he exploded in her palm, his hot cum sauce spraying her mound, her belly, and splattering the sheets. He nearly cried out with joy, but remembered he had to keep quiet. He wanted these few quiet moments with his sister before they would have her....
Pressing his head between her tits he closed his eyes, saliva running out of the corners of his mouth, unchecked, and he groaned and sighed with ecstasy, her fingers pulling, sucking at of him every drop of cum now being produced at such a rapid pace in his swollen sacs.
"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned, his legs jerking spasmodically. "Ohhh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuckkkkkkk. So fucking goooooddddd. Sis, oh I love you Sis, ohhh I've always loved you with all my heart. Oh fuck me Sis. Let me feel my cock inside your cunt. It'll be the best ever, I promise. OHHHHHHHHH! I can't stand it, keep your hand moving ... AHHHHHH, UMMMPPPHHHHHH, AAGGGRRRHHH, Y-YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His orgasm seemed to last for hours. He clutched her cunt, feeling the hot juices running through his fingers. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God."
Betty instinctively spread her legs continued creaming in her hand, and he slipped his middle digit up her tight, virgin cunt. Her hymen had been broken for months, since she had started masturbating, but his was the first finger beside hers to travel up her fuck channel. She thrilled to his young touch. Ohh, how she adored the boy at that moment.
In and out in and out his finger went as he went over the edge, his penis flapping against her palm, spewing forth a geyser of cum. wetting them both under the covers. Then he was dry. She continued stroking him but nothing else happened. His cock began to slowly shrink.
"Christ, that was good, Sis. Jesus, and I thought you were always kind of a prude, I mean not going out with guys and all that but now I see you were saving yourself for me, right?"
Yes! Betty suddenly thought. Yes, that's it. "Yes." she almost cried out.
"What'll we do now?" she asked innocently. Her brother smiled, then kissed her tenderly.
"The fun is just beginning," he whispered in her ear, and then he let his mouth run all over her body, flinging the sheets aside. He licked her neck, her face, her eyelids, then worked downward until he was at her tits, nibbling joyously at her extended nipples. She could have wept with joy.
Continuing downward, he paused at her navel, where he playfully drilling his pointed, fleshy tongue into her, making her giggle, clutching the back of his head, pushing him down, further and further down until....
He was pausing at her mound, breathing in her heady female scent. He bent down and pressed his mouth on the slit, at the same time parting her cunt lips with two fingers, prying the wet flesh open.
"Mmmmmmm," she couldn't help moaning, her body afire.
"Like this, Sis?" he asked, raising his head, a pearly drop of her cunt juice dripping off the tip of his nose. In reply, she pressed his head back down between her thighs, which she now had stretched as far apart as possible, giving the young boy as much access to her honey pot as possible. She was dying of anticipation. She began fondling his dick again, excited by the way it responded to her touch, beginning to grow big again, the knob thickening and pulsating with desire.
Betty couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was amazed at how casually she was taking it all. First seeing her brother and step-father both making erotic advances on her mother, then her brother reaming all over her sheets, and now this ... cunnilingus.
His tongue darted out from between his cum-stained lips and reached inside her snatch for her burgeoning clit button, which he had no trouble finding. And once he, did he tongue-fucked it unmercifully, driving his older sister up the wall with pleasure.
She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. That she was actually being eaten out by her twelve-year-old brother who had probably the most well developed prick in the whole world. And it was all Betty's.
"More," she sighed. "Deeper, Jesus, Brucie, I never imagined, not for a moment ... that ... that ... OHHHHHHH, BRUCIE, LOVE!"
He gobbled her up, his body squirming in unison with hers. His tongue lapped over her inner cunt walls, drilling into her, sucking her dry. Her pubes tickled his nose but he didn't mind. It was a small annoyance, nothing to compare with the intense cunt sensations he could feel running through her, exciting them both. Forcing them to go on and on ... she craved the tight feel of his giant cock in her cunny.
"Suck it out," she moaned. "Suck it all out, Brucie. Every last drop." Clearly, the boy didn't have to be told what to do or how to go about it.
He could hear his sister's labored breathing as he settled his searching mouth deeper into her viciously running vaginal hole. She beat her pelvis against his mouth, forcing him in deeper. Her vagina was on fire and only his sweet little tongue could ease the heat emanating from her inner recesses.
Her gash was creaming prodigiously, and Bruce was having one hell of a time swallowing all her delicious juices. He compared the taste of his young sister's cunt juice to that of his mother's and found Betty's tasted better. It was sweeter, and thicker.
The bed became a battle ground, the two adolescents squirming and wriggling with delight, especially Betty, as she waited for his pud to grow completely hard again in her hand so she could stick it in her cunt and feel it thrust tightly against her inner fuck flesh.
"I want to taste your cock," Betty blurted out, realizing she wanted to do much more to the boy than that. She wanted him to do many things to her heated body too. She wondered what it would be like to be butt fucked by the delicious little boy. She already got a taste of his expert finger-and tongue fucking techniques, but she craved more. She could feel her orgasm coming on.
Finally Bruce's little furry animal grew erect under the gentle, then harsh, then gentle, pulling of her hand. It stood straight and tall in all its glory, just begging to be fucking. She could almost hear it talking to her, telling her what to do. She slid down under the covers, then thought better of it and kicked away the remaining covers that were twisted above her ankles. She had to be completely free to do as she pleased. It was. a long time coming....
"Your dick is so hard and hot to the touch," she said.
He twisted his body so his legs pointed toward her head. She got a firmer grip on his cock and began flailing it. Then, when it felt about ready to split in half in her hand he forced himself away, got up on his knees, his face flushed, and pushed her thighs even further apart, staring into her open cunt, his mouth watering with anticipation.
"It's about time you lost your virginity too," he told her, panting like an animal in heat.
Straddling her thighs, he bent down and took his cock in his own hand and pointed it to the dewy threshold of her desires. She could feel the head of his penis pressing against her cuntal opening. She took a deep breath and all her cunt muscles relaxed, leaving him a clear shot to his beloved objective, her twat.
He could see her nubbin of pleasure winking at him, posed on the opening of her pussy, as if blocking his way. But he knew differently. He bent down and thrust his pelvis forward, his cock slipping easily into her. But halfway in he had to push very hard before he had his long prick all the way inside her. He nearly creamed right then and there but was able to stop for just a brief second and gather his energy and concentration.
He wasn't about to cum inside her that quickly.-They had all night to fuck. He was determined to show his love for her by giving her orgasm after intense, pleasurable orgasm, until she would be screaming for mercy.
He gave his hot dong one final-push and he was fully inside her. She moaned with pleasure and pain, realizing his was the first cock ever to enter her sacred snatch.
"Ahhhhhh." she groaned as he rammed like a maddened bull into her now-humping crotch.
"Ohhhh yessssss, fuck it, fuck it good, Brucie. Jesus you've got the biggest cock in the whole world. Shiittttt it's so fucking huge it's tearing me in half."
"Your cunt is so beautifully tight," he sighed, sweat dripping off his body as a warm spring current of air gently blew through Betty's open window. "Not anything like Mum's. Jesus, Betty, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."
And it was true. Ever since he was eleven his love for his sister had taken on a sexual turning. He remembered when he first began jerking off, a week before his twelfth birthday. His thoughts then, those that had made him cum, were centered around Betty: what she looked like naked, what the two of them could do in bed together.
Betty was seven years old when her mother Joan married Bruce's father Phil. Betty's father had disappeared one summer morning and was never heard from again. No, that wasn't quite true. Yes, it was the last time she had ever seen him, but she knew her mother had communicated with him and soon after divorce papers were filed and a year later she found she not only had a new father, who she grew to love very much, but a brother too. Bruce was then six years old, precocious and annoying at times as little brothers will be with an older sister.
But nevertheless they had been very close from the start, Betty almost a mother for the boy, especially after Joan had started going to work to help support the family. Phil had been having troubles with his job but fortunately things Tightened themselves out before too long.
The bond had been set, though, and brother and half-sister were almost one person, one entity.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," Betty groaned in delight as Bruce rammed into her another time. She grabbed him, clutching him to her, her nails raking his back. He could feel her cum, her body shaking and jerking with the force of her impending orgasm.
Her legs wrapped themselves around his slim back. The pain in the boy's aching genitals grew, forcing the boy to thrust with rabbit-like speed. She pushed back hysterically, her orgasm beginning to climb inside her cunt.
He could feel the tightening in his adolescent crotch, his breath, like hers, coming in short gasps. Betty's face, now twisted in ecstasy as her climax burst, showering his loins with hot cum sauce, soaking the sheets, swam like a mirage before his eyes, which were glazed over with lustful passion.
His nuts strained in his sacs, preparing to shoot their precious load. His asshole sucked inward as he tried desperately to hold back from cumming inside her. His cock began pulsating in great heaving tremors.
"Darling, darling, darling, darling." Betty squealed with pleasure, a mad grin of desire on her face, now dotted with perspiration.
He plummeted his gorged member into her sucking cunt channel, feeling her untrained muscles fighting to embrace him, his shaft the biggest thing she had ever had inside her twat.
She recalled now the times she had thought of this moment, times when she had fantasized about fucking her brother, of holding his cock in her hand as she had already done, of sucking it and drinking his hot fiery liquid. That would have to come next.
But for the moment Betty had enough on her mind just trying to keep quiet and not fall off the bed. He was pumping into her with incredible force, his adolescent desires finally finding an outlet that could fully release his pent-up feeling.
He wished he had his father's whip. He felt like hitting his sister with it. Not to beat her, to hurt her, but....
"Ohhhhhhhh," the breath was torn from her body, startling the boy with its abruptness, her body slamming against his just as he was into his downstroke. His cock fell out of her twat and he looked up at her, startled. She reached down and grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her quickly. The boy had no choice but to be led with it. She fondled it pressing it against her cheeks, rubbing it, forcing gism out of the piss mouth and rubbing that too into her skin, making her flesh shine with his syrupy cum.
He pulled away from her then, and it nearly took all his strength to do so. He poised his penis head before the golden entrance of her pussy and plunged in again. Tears began streaming down his sister's beautiful face, now more beautiful than ever as her clit button swelled up against his shaft, pulsating in time to the veins in his penis.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." she repeated, a litany of desire, music to his ears.
Bruce's cock was covered by a nerve-busting lava-like heat as her clit expanded to a monstrous size, making her pussy temperature climb another fifteen degrees, smashing down on him as he heaved upward into her, their bodies working like too well oiled machines. Fuck machines, Bruce thought.
He heard her moaning and groaning with pure joy as she slammed her pelvis downward over his cock, burying it completely inside her fuck channel. He was thrown into an abyss of mindless fuck sensations as she flew with wild abandon over him.
More than ever before he felt his love for her well up inside his chest, making his onrushing orgasm more wondrous, even in anticipation. It was a new world, one which he had only come to know with his mother and father, and now was fully appreciating as he continued pumping his meat into the thirteen-year-old girl's hot little tight pussy.
Her mouth came down on his just at the point of cumming. They ejaculated together, their cums merging like two rivers, running viscously down the corners of her cunt, staining the sheets and wetting their upper thighs.
His precious juices shot into her, his spouting cock jerking as if in a death throe with her cuntal flesh. She kept on after orgasm after orgasm rushed through her, revitalizing her, spurring her on until she was half crazed with cuntal sensations. She went through mammoth spasms of climax, her bones rattling, her brain in a complete daze.
Suddenly, with a dying groan, she collapsed back onto the bed, her head falling gratefully onto her pillow, her long blonde hair spraying over the pillow, now matted with her sweat.
His body lay limply on top of hers. It was over. He had cum inside her. It had been like the rush of all the winds on earth. He had never known such mind-boggling sensations before, each one better than the last. It was absolutely uncanny!
Her lips nibbled at his ears. Then her hips silently began working in slow, sensual movements, his limp cock being forced to press against her dewy fuck box, the hairs tickling his balls. He kissed her closed eyelids, realizing suddenly that he would have to cum again. With his beautiful sister. What could be more perfect?
"Ohhhh, Betty," he whispered passionately into her ear. She responded by combing his longish brown hair with her fingers, massaging his scalp lightly, moaning softly, under her breath, as she felt his cock once again harden next to her pale body.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" she whispered.
"Maybe it was a good thing you came home unexpectantly after all," Bruce replied, nibbling at her ear. "Mom was really worried. Dad too. They were worried that you might do something foolish like run away from home or going to tell the police or something like that."
"You know I would never do a thing like that," her voice sounding detached, as if someone else were speaking for her.
"Sure, but, uhhh, I wasn't so sure myself after I saw your face. You looked so surprised. I thought you would faint!" They giggled and then kissed, their arms caressing, hers going to the boy's swollen groin, his to her finely textured breasts, massaging the nipples, making them harden and ache with desire until Betty was forced to realize that there were many parts of a woman that could be turned on by a man.
"Suck my cock," he asked her. "Yes, Bruce. I was just about to say the same thing."
"Suck my cock?"
She laughed. "No, silly. Suck YOUR cock."
She took his heaving muscle in her hand and began stroking it. "Is this how boys masturbate?" she asked innocently.
"Come on, Sis, don't be so naive. Course it's the way. But I bet if you do it it'll make me feel much better."
"We'll see," she taunted him playfully.
She leaned over his belly, her fair hair falling over his body, and pressed his cock to her hot lips. Her tongue darted out and circled over the penis head, reveling in its warm smoothness, the purple skin pulled back tightly over the pulsating dome-like shape.
She had never known such excitement before.
"Hey," Bruce suddenly said. "I've got an idea." He forced her to let go of his cock and ran out of his room. He came back a minute later with a huge dildo in his hand, an almost exact replica of his own piece of fuck flesh.
"Jesus, what are you going to do with that?" betty asked, frightened. She had heard about dildos but had never, up until now, actually seen one. Now that it was staring her in the face she could feel her heart pounding. It looked so life-like-made of soft, durable rubber, the veins were etched out on the erect phallus and even the balls were there, round and hard.
He lay back alongside her. "Keep sucking," he instructed his sister. "I've got a pleasant little surprise for you."
"That won't hurt my cunt, will it Brucie?"
"No. Not your cunt, because it's your ass I was thinking of." His eyes shone delightfully, as if two fires had been lit inside his head.
"My ass!"
"Sssshhh. For Christ's sake, don't make too much noise. I don't want them coming in and spoiling the fun. It won't hurt too much, I promise. Here...." He got up again and raced out of the room, returning with a small jar of vaseline jelly.
Opening the cap, he smeared the phallus with the jelly. "This is Mom's dildo but I use it sometimes when I'm wanking off. I like to stick it up my ass, know what I mean?" He giggled.
They lay facing one another and he pressed his loins against hers, so that she could fully appreciate his enormous schlong, as if he was comparing it with the rubber penis he held in his hand.
"Ready?"
She nodded, swallowing hard, taking his cock in her hand as if for support, beginning to stroke it almost absentmindedly, her body tensing up, her anal hole opening and contracting, the puckered brown star ready to be invaded by her brother's sexy looking toy.
Only a game, her mother had said.
His hand sticky with the petroleum jelly, he gently pressed the penis knob against her puckered hole. He could see her tenseness wasn't going to make matters that easy. He would have to be careful. He began shaking in anticipation, wanting to watch as the phallus shaft slowly would disappear inside her butt.
Tremendously excited, her hand now slowly rubbing over his member, Bruce jammed in the head of the cock, making the girl groan with pain. Then he swirled the tip around inside her, tantalizing her, making her moans grow in intensity.
"MMMMmmmmm ... OHHHHHHHHH!"
When nearly a third of the dildo was inside, the lubricant helping it enter, he gripped the penis shaft in his hand as tightly as he could then he rammed it up her butt with frightening effort.
She thought she would die. Her body screamed in agony, her virgin ass flesh steaming with agony. He thought for sure that he had permanently crippled her. She could feel nothing below her waist. Then the sensations began to pick up tempo, as if suddenly awakening from a refreshing slumber.
Her ass muscles fought over the intruder as it pressed all the way against her prostrate, making her ass burn like never before. It was almost like the beginnings of an orgasm, but not quite. She wanted to weep, to tell him to stop, but she couldn't. She realized she didn't want him to stop. Ever.
"Oh fuck, Bruce. Oh fuck it ... it...." Tears ran down her cheeks and the sight of that made the boy much more excited than he already was. "I can't stand it. It's too big. My ass isn't big enough to hold it. It's cutting right through me, Brucie, believe me. Ohhhh but it does feel good. I've never experienced a sensation like it before.
"There's more to come," Bruce said cryptically.
"Not so hard ... oh that's it. THAT'S IT. Ohh brother is that ever it. My God. My God."
She took his swollen beast in her hand and continued her steady stroking, trying to milk him of every drop of fuck fluid. She could feel the liquid churning and gurgling in his tight sacs. She cupped his balls, feeling their weight, enjoying their hairlessness, their plumpness, like a bunch of grapes.
Meanwhile, he ran the pole through her, in and' out, in and out, her asshole stretching to accommodate such a huge phallus. It truly was painful, but Bruce assured her it would only be this time. Then the pain would subside once the muscles had time to adjust.
Bolstered by this, her pelvis squirmed, then she humped back at him, tentatively at first as the pain was still there, making a dull ache in her loins, spreading over her entire body. But the pleasure was there too. That was undeniable.
"Suck me now," he commanded and something in his voice made her slide downward until she was able to take his member into her and suck on it, chewing on the juicy knob as it trickled cum sauce.
She drilled her tongue into the piss slit, being rewarded by another dribble of delicious tasting male cum. She had never tasted cum before and she was enjoying each taste, as if it were a new recipe she was trying out.
He rammed that phallus into her with ever increasing tempo, as she increased her motions over his cock, still, not able to take "every inch of it in, but trying her damndest to do so.
"Harder," he pleaded as he jammed the phallus all the way inside her. She felt new and very strange and weird sensations. She had never thought her asshole could be another source of sexual pleasure.
"It's your discovery," Bruce said, as if reading her mind. "Mom told me about it. She really digs it. You should see it when Dad's cock goes inside her. You think mine is big wait until you see his."
"I already have," she said, explaining in detail what she had seen when she unexpectantly walked into her parents' bedroom.
"I didn't realize you were able to take in so much," Bruce replied. "It seemed to happen so quickly. One minute you were standing there looking at us, your face about to break into tears, and the next minute you were flying out of the room and we had a hell of a time getting you to open the door. Mom even thought you were committing suicide or something. She was really worried."
And with good reason, Betty mused. It's not every mother that's caught being butt-fucked by her own twelve-year-old son, while her husband prepares to fuck her, striking her with a whip. And the mask. Yes, she had completely forgotten about the mask. It was like a Halloween mask, made of leather, black, showing only his mouth and eyes like protective woolen face masks you wear when it's really cold.
Yes, she remembered that now. The black leather mask and the black stockings. Bruce had been the only one of the three who was fully naked.
She finally managed to get three quarters of his cock into her mouth. Bruce lectured her about her ass, informing her that was where the pleasure sensations arose, once the sensitive membrane was touched.
Betty could see and feel just what he was talking about as the knob of his cock journeyed all the way up her shit channel and jabbed violently against her trembling muscle . She came, her cunt shuttering as it sent out a spray of juice that showered the boy's thighs.
Betty was in seventh heaven..
She began gagging on his huge member, and instead of helping her he began pumping it more fiercely into her orifice, not out of maliciousness, but because his cock had taken over his body completely. He was a prisoner of his own cock. The sensations traveling like electrical currents in his loins was too much to cope with, despite all the practice he had received from his mother and father. Now that he was actually fucking and sucking and tonguing his beloved sister he found the sensations being produced so abundantly inside his cock were too much to control.
His nuts slapped against her chin as he fucked her mouth. His cock shaft glistened with her saliva. She licked his bulbous prick head, then ran her tongue over it before again pausing to drill her fleshy tip into his piss slit, once again getting a taste of what was to come.
She began gagging less and enjoying it more. She was able to take almost every square inch of his prick in her mouth, and she strove to swallow him whole, knowing this would please the boy more than anything else in the world.
But it would take some practice. This was the first blow job of her young life. She resigned herself to the fact she would have to really practice, get herself really proficient in the methods of making love, of satisfying her darling little brother as he so cutely wanted to please her.
She grabbed his cock staff with one hand to steady his pelvic thrusts. In and out his cock went, and the boy eagerly awaited the blissful moment, now just around the corner, when he would reach that gloriously intense moment of orgasm, something he now worshipped.
"Suck," he moaned, closing his eyes, which had suddenly become heavy lidded.
She was finding it hard to concentrate though because of the new and pleasant sensations being adjusted inside her asshole. It was as if a great tide was falling over her, washing through her, cleansing her even more than she already was.
Again she thought, why haven't we done this before. All that damn time wasted in daydreaming, when it could've been for real.
She sucked eagerly now, getting more watery mouthfuls of his pre-cum sauce as the real spicy wads were still being heated up in his balls, ready to be ejaculated through the very tube she was now sucking on as if it were candy.
He moaned and sighed under her hand movements, but he kept the dildo working inside her, pressing against her already overworked inner flesh drilling the thing inside her, making it circle thrillingly up her shit streaked channel.
Then their movements became steady, regulated, his phallus thrusts In direct unison with her bobbing up and down over his gorged member. She licked and sucked at every particle of his fuck flesh, watching the meat grow redder and hotter with desire, the veins protruding, pulsating with blood, the underside so smooth and hairless.
She cupped the boy's delightful looking balls and watched the way the little inner sacs moved around like fish in a bowl of water. Only the sacs were swimming in a lake of cum. Only the lake was about to go dry. At least momentarily.
He let go of the dildo and her untrained ass muscles quickly forced it out of her ass with a little popping noise. He was nearly crying with delight now, concentrating only on mouth fucking her, his slim body grinding against her face.
"Oh Betty, oh Betty, Ohhhhhhhhh," he murmured, Ms body streaming with sweat, the room temperature having gone up another few degrees merely from the heat being generated by their working bodies.
He got on his knees, straddling her chest, and bracing his palms on the pillow, throwing his head back and thrusting forward with his hips, slamming into her with so much force now that she could hardly catch her breath in-between the strokes. Her mouth was filled completely with his cock. There wasn't an inch to spare.
"That's it, Sis," he said, his voice tight with emotion, his every muscle stretched taunt, to the snapping point.
In and out his member went, pressing against the back of her throat. She tried desperately not to gag. She wondered how she would be able to handle all the cum, once it flooded her mouth.
She was about to find out.
He suddenly let out a strangled gurgling sound and fell over her face, nearly suffocating her. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him away far enough so she had enough room, her nostrils gratefully filling with air. She pried open his ass cheeks and was just about to slam her middle digit inside his cute little butt when he ejaculated.
She was nearly thrown off the bed.
He pounded into her. clutching her hair, yelping with delight, his boy sperm rising to the task at hand and rushing hotly from his tube opening and into her sucking orifice. Somehow she did manage to cope with it all. But much of the semen was lost. It dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, running down her breasts and neck, dripping and smearing his body as well as hers.
He tasted delicious beyond words. Sweet and salty at the same time. And so hot and juicy, the thick milky strands of cum sauce gurgling down her throat, refreshing her, making her cum again and again as he was after countless wad into her avidly sucking and swallowing mouth. It was an intense moment in both their lives and they would never forget it as long as they lived.
God he tasted good.
But the enjoyment had to come to an end. He was soon depleted of his storehouse of cum. His limp, aching cock fell from her sperm-stained lips. She swallowed the remainder of his juice and licked her lips in appreciation.
He fell back on the bed, his balls slapping against his thigh. "Wow." he said, expelling a deep lungful of air. "You're one hell of a cock sucker, Sis."
Betty never felt so proud in her life.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mother thought you and I ought to have a talk."
Betty didn't expect to see her father home so early. She had just walked in the door from school. She was nervous.
"Let's go up to your room," Phil continued, starting' for the stairs. "I think we'll be more comfortable. By the way, where's Bruce?"
Betty put her school books on the table, remembering how these were the same books she had dropped on the floor the other night, when she had come back unexpectantly early. "I saw him during lunch. He said he was going to stay after and play some basketball with the guys."
Her step-father nodded and Betty followed him silently up the stairs.
"Where's Mom?" she asked as they sat on her bed.
"Oh, she had to see one of the neighbor's. Mrs. Samuals." Silence.
"Well, Bruce told me what went on in your room last night."
This came as a complete surprise to Betty. She felt slightly hurt that her brother could admit that to her step-father so quickly after it had happened, not that they had sworn each other to secrecy, but nevertheless he should have told her he was going to mention it to Phil.
"Oh." She blushed.
Phil chuckled good naturedly. "Don't be embarrassed. I know it's been a while in coming. I expected it to happen much sooner actually. I bet you're annoyed with Bruce for telling me."
Betty nodded. "When did he have the time to tell you?" she asked, puzzled. Everything was happening so quickly.
"He told me after breakfast. He left later than you for school this morning."
"Oh." What more could she say?
"Hey," Phil smiled, "don't pout like that." he reached out and lightly stroked her cheek. It felt flushed. Betty was uncomfortable with her step-father, but for the first time that she could remember. Right from the start of the marriage she and Phil had hit it off. She felt ... she searched her mind for the right word ... disappointed that her step-father had never told her, even hinted at, the bizarre goings-on, the ritualistic sexual "games" they were playing.
"We don't have any secrets from one another," Phil said. The incongruity of his statement hit Betty like a sharp slap across the face.
She turned to him, her face burning. He put up his hand and said: "I know, I know. Let me explain. We were hoping to keep our, uh, sexual proclivities from you both until you were a bit older and more able to cope with the idea, but when Bruce accidentally heard us, just like you accidentally walked in, we had to involve him earlier than we planned. You see, Betty, we always envisioned this as a family thing. We would each give one another pleasure. We felt our love for each other was strong enough-a foundation so to speak upon which we could build, explore new feelings ... I don't think I'm. explaining myself well ... frankly I wasn't expecting this sort of thing to happen...."
"but now that it has...."
"Now that it has it's perhaps for the better. This way we can be honest with each other. Your mother was feeling awfully guilty there for a while, and now that guilt has surfaced again. She's quite worried about you. I think she's almost too frightened to discuss this with you. That's why she asked me to."
"Daddy...."
"Yes, sweetheart?" He put his arm around her and drew her close to him. She put her head against his shoulder.
"I love you and Mom and Brucie all very much. I'm not really mad at Brucie ... I guess it was difficult for all of you...."
"We never expected Bruce to cope so well ... It was a spontaneous thing ... he was suddenly there...."
"I know. He told me all about it last night."
Phil combed his fingers through her long blonde hair. His eyes wandered on to watch the rising and falling of her breasts, hidden from view inside her light green blouse. Her jeans were so tight he could just make out the outline of her labia. He felt a tightening in his groin.
"You are a beautiful young girl," Phil whispered, kissing her cheek. She turned to him and parted her lips, closing her eyes. They kissed hungrily. She thought of Bruce and wished he was with her now, to give her the support she felt she needed. Then she decided to just let go, come what may.
"Your hair is so silky and soft," he said, running his fingers through them, watching the light from her window playing on the individual strands, giving each one a life of their own.
They kissed again and his tongue went between her parted lips and caressed her gums, her inner cheeks, her teeth, tasting her sweet breath, her breasts pressed against his chest, the rising and falling of her tits becoming more rapidly paced.
His crotch swelled, his cock snaking slowly upward toward his belly.
He unbuttoned her top button. When Betty gave no resistance, her breath hot and heavy against his ear, he finished unbuttoning the blouse, then parted it, pulling the shirt tails from out of her jeans, revealing her pale, alluring flesh.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, I can see already your penis is so nice and hard."
He could have jumped for joy. "Feel it," he instructed her.
Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she placed her hand on his groin, feeling it swell up some more instantly. Her heart beat faster, as if the movements of her heart and his cock were somehow joined. She cupped his crotch and he squirmed, moaning. His cock shaft continued stretching, the head becoming more bulbous underneath his trousers.
"My sweet little girl," he murmured. "Daddy's little princess...."
His words excited her. Her fingers were poised on the upper end of his zipper, ready to flick the catch down. He, meanwhile, had reached behind her, his fingers fluttering nervously over her skin, and unsnapped the catch of her bra. She let him lift her blouse off her shoulders and throw away the bra.
Her tits were pale and full, the nipples in contrast a delicious red, erect like two little soldiers. He cupped a breast in each hand, weighing them, caressing them, kneading the tit flesh like dough. Her skin was so youthfully fresh, free or wrinkles, seemingly untouched, though he knew she had already been deflowered by his own son and he felt proud of the boy. Like father, like son, he thought, forcing back a cry of joy as he took her in his arms and they both leaned against the bed board, their sighs filling the room.
He pressed and rubbed and massaged her tits, rejoicing in their surprising fullness. If she's only thirteen now, he thought, imagine what she'll be like at sixteen, nineteen ... twenty-one ... She would be his for life.
He bent his head, jerking slightly as she squeezed his crotch, hypnotized by the spasmodic movements of his swelling dick, and took one nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled on it, sending her into throes of ecstasy. He licked her cherry nipple, tasting her flesh, the little knob becoming more and more taunt as he sucked and licked it repeatedly.
His hands were all over her-her back, her shoulders, her face, and down toward her crotch, which he cupped in his palm, forcing her to rise off the bed and sit on his hand. She squealed with delight.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, do it to me ... show your love for me the only true way ... I want to feel your cock...." She unzipped his pants. "I can tell already that it's so big and strong, like you, oh my God it feels enormous ... Jesus."
His cock, once she had pulled his pants and boxer shorts down below his knees, sprung to life, like a jack-in-the-box.. It was dark, surrounded with curly black pubic hairs.
She realized she was looking at Bruce's cock as it would appear years from now. She ran her fingers through his pubes like he had run his fingers through the hair on her head. His balls pulsated, the sacs swelling up terrifically. His shaft was well over eleven inches long, enormously long and thick like a flag pole. It completely captivated Betty. She never imagined a man could have a cock so big. It looked like a large furry animal which had attached itself to Phil's groin.
She watched as the knob swelled and purpled with blood, the shaft veins protruding as they filled with the blood rushing up to his 'domed prick head. She didn't yet dare touch the man's shaft, it seemed too terrifyingly big. She was frightened just to look at it, her cunt twitching nervously as she wondered how it would feel being shoved in and out of her tight adolescent pussy. And she thought Bruce's penis had been big.
His left hand disappeared inside her pants, making contact with her dewy cunt. She moaned, unbuttoning his shirt, her hand running across his hairy chest. His body was quite a contrast to her younger brother's, whose slim youthful-looking frame was hairless, save for the slight whisp of pubic hair moustaching his loins.
Her step-father's body, on the other hand, was hairy and much more muscular than his twelve-year-old son. Betty was becoming more and more turned on as she compared the man next to her to her memory of last night, when she had been in her brother's trembling arms, embracing him, his fine looking cock slicing through her cuntal flesh.
She suddenly felt a delicious pang of love for her step-father. She slipped his shirt over his shoulders and he kicked off his pants and underwear. Now he was completely naked, his cock almost menacingly standing, straight and lean above his loins.
Her panties were now soaked as she began creaming heavily, his fingers like little bursts of thunder and lightening as they slipped into her tight fuck channel, reaming her burgeoning clit button, exciting her like she had never been excited before in her life.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Please, Daddy I want to feel your cock meat inside me...."
"Yessss, princess, ohhhh, yes." he moaned excitedly.
Soon her pants were off, the sopping panties on her bedroom floor and her cunt was in full view. It was like a work of art to her step-father. She, like her brother, had only the barest shadow of pubic curls, and this alone was enough to drive Phil up the wall. His heart was tripping madly, his panting breath like fire in his lungs.
Her cunt lips were full and glisteningly wet. He pulled apart her labia and was greeted by the inviting sight of her clitoris, which seemed large for a girl her age. His fingers grew moist as he worked them over her labia, not entering her yet, putting that delicious moment off in order to bring himself to the peak of excitement.
He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, locking her fingers around the penis into a fist. Then he pressed her hand and she squeezed him, watching the blood rush up to the penis head, swelling it up even more. His piss slit gaped open and a pearly clear drop of pre-cum sauce emerged, dotting his head like one huge inverted exclamation mark. Her cunt began creaming like a fountain, staining her upper inner thighs and causing a stain to spread on the sheets below her.
"Ohhhh my God, but you'll learn quickly," he moaned.
"And what about the whip, Daddy," she panted.
"They'll be time for that, sweetheart," he replied, his heart pounding so hard he thought it would push right through his chest.
"Does it hurt," she persisted.
"Only if you want it to, my dear. I can give you more pleasure than you ever imagined. But let's wait ... until Mother and Bruce join us ... later ... not now ... now it's just the two of us ... you have so much to learn and I have so much to teach you my sweet little girl."
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, yesssss."
He slipped two fingers into her creaming twat, making instant contact with her sensitive clit, her nubbin of pleasure. She yelped with desire, feeling electric-like jolts flashing upward from her excited loins. God it felt good.
She began pumping on his cock, masturbating him, the flow of pearly cum drops increasing, spilling from his open cock slit.
Betty's step-father felt like a young boy having his first sexual encounter. She was doing things to his body in her little-girl way that was sending him up the walls with desire and pleasure.
He looked down at himself and saw his huge erection grow another quarter of an inch in length and almost twice that size in thickness. His wife had never been able to do that so quickly before. Which was one reason they used whips and leather wear. It was the ritualistic aspect that turned them both on.
At times they would get so involved he would beat her with the whip until she bled, great red blotches and welts appearing on her back,, her thighs, across her cunt. Then she would strike out at him, even slashing at his penis until he would have to grab the whip out of her hands and force her down as if raping her, her body more excited than he had ever known it to be. She was a wild woman at times, uncontrollable like a beast in the deepest forest.
And Phil loved every minute of it.
Now, drenched with sweat, the man began pumping upward with his hips, in motion with Betty's fist as it went up and down, slowly at first, then becoming more and more rapid, until, her hand was but a blur as it flailed her step-father's gigantic organ.
They kissed, his fingers playing musical cords inside her cum-slippery cunt. His fingers probed deeper and deeper, bringing her to the peak of orgasm until her body gave a savage series of spasms and she came, her face pressed against his chest. She moaned with pleasure, her cunt overflowing its delicious cunt fluids over Phil's actively working fingers, soaking his hand, cum dripping off his knuckles and soaking the sheets beneath her perky little ass.
"Shut it," he whispered suggestively in her ear as her orgasm subsided.
"But ... but it's so big," she said, wiping tears of pleasure from her eyes. "I-I don't think I can take it all in. I had enough trouble with Brucie last night."
"Yes, he does take after his old Dad in that respect." They smiled at one another. "But you'll have to give it a try, dear; it'll take a while, I know, but after you get your first taste of male gism you'll be hooked for the rest of your life, believe me. It's the same with a man and his first sip of a woman's pussy."
He pressed the flat of his hand on the back of her head and she went down on him, her hand holding his huge dong as if for support.
With lazy slowness, like a tiger about to spring on its prey, Betty sat up next to her step-father, twisting around and lying on her side next to him, her head next to his thighs. Her fingers played gently with his erect prick, making it spring to life, the flesh pulled over the glans good and tight.
With a sudden jerk, Phil pulled her up and over him, her face falling heavily over his sweaty cock, the balls like miniature basket balls a mere inch from her mouth. She moaned erotically, her eyes taking on a sleepy look of love and Phil felt her rubbing her face in his crotch, licking madly at his cum-filled nuts, sucking the flesh of his cock clean of all manly sweat.
Phil pulled her legs apart over his head until her creamy snatch was looking him right in the eye. Then he allowed her to gently settle on his face so he could give her a good eating out. He could feel her body quivering with growing excitement as she mewed and purred over his erect meat, wetting it down and sucking on it he was so erect it was actually painful for him.
He pulled down on her hips, mashing her down over his loins and he could have wept for joy when he felt her lift up his weighty balls to lick at his hidden ass crack. She tickled his ass hairs with the tip of her tongue, nearly bringing him to orgasm right then and there. But he managed somehow to gain full control over his body functions and hold back, his every muscle straining to prolong the pleasure.
His cock was at its steel-like hardness, throbbing defiantly against her pretty little face as she went back to sucking on his broad cockhead, momentarily forgetting about his puckered asshole. As his excitement increased, he raised his hips, digging more and more of his hard prick in and out of her wetly sucking mouth.
He trembled and almost hit the ceiling as her tongue ran delicately around the high-ridged glans, tickling, making it quiver delightfully in her sucking orifice. He strained to hold back, trying to enjoy her blow job as long as humanly possible.
He loved every touch of her tongue, every movement of her mouth until his whole body was one quivering mass of flesh, under the expert control of pure cock sensations, ready to explode blissfully at any time, to disintegrate into climactic fury.
He felt the awesome swell in his hairy balls as they drew up tight to the base of his prick and tensed, hesitating. Then, as if realizing he was terribly close to bursting in her mouth, she let his hard cock fall from her mouth, making a sharp slap as it slammed back against his belly and she returned to his asshole, craning her head so she could get her pointed tongue pressed hard against the brown puckering that was his quivering asshole.
She pressed the tip of her fleshy tongue against his starred opening, and he groaned with pleasure, closing his eyes and taking one deep breath before finally plunging his face into her fuck box, his nose tickling her clitoris.
She licked at his ass crevice, her nostrils filling with his musky manliness. His eyes rolled back in his head as his asshole opened, then contracted, allowing her entrance to his shit-smeared channel. She ran her snake-like tongue up as far as it would go, his ass muscles grabbing the fleshy intruder as if embracing it with desire.
His anal channel opened miraculously as she probed further and further inside him, journeying toward his prostrate, finally making contact with it, licking him there, caressing his sensitized inner flesh until he thought he would pass out.
His tongue tip darting up against her enlarged clitoris. He flicked at it, jabbing her burgeoned piece of pleasure knob, his tongue slashing at her like a whip, darting at her from between his teeth. She began creaming heavily until he was soon swallowing great heaping wads of her female cum, its heady fragrance filling the room, driving him to previously unknown heights of passion and pleasure.
He was almost hysterical with joy as she ate out his asshole, her finger then replacing his tongue, which quickly, impatiently, returned to his member. Her middle digit traveling all the way up inside him until it jabbed his prostrate, fingering it unmercifully until he felt like crying out for her to stop.
Instead he said, "More, more, more. My little daughter is so good at sucking' out her father's asshole. Bet ... you're been practicing with ... Bruce ... right?"
She looked up to him and smiled, letting go of his cock long enough to let him see her licking it with her tongue. Her finger was rammed all the way up his shit-soaked tube, working away inside him like a power drill, circling viciously, not giving his inner rectum a moment's rest. She was truly making up for lost time, wishing she had gotten to know her step-father more closely like this before. Since she was eleven, just barely eleven, that is, she fluctuated in her fantasizing between her (then) ten-year-old brother, whose cock even then she had once, only briefly, seen dangling down between his thighs, like an elephant's trunk, and her step-father, both of whom she loved dearly, as she was now demonstrating, as she had on her adorable brother the previous night.
"Jesus H. Christ that's a wild tongue you've got there, Betty dear," Phil said between clenched teeth. "You sure Bruce was the first boy you've ever had?"
Betty stopped her sucking long enough to look into her step-father's eyes and nod yes. Then she returned to his gorged cock shaft, making it throb incessantly as he went back to tonguing out her clitoris, his lips kissing her pouting labia, the furriness of her pubic hairs tickling and massaging his nose and chin.
His face was smeared with her cum sauce as she was now creaming to beat the band, heading for another awesome orgasm.
Then he came in her mouth. It was so sudden, the sensation quickly darting up his cock shaft as if it were a straw, that the man was totally unprepared and unable to hold back any longer. With one great heave of his hips he plowed into her, pushing almost all of his cock inside her.
"Suck it all, damn you, all of it." He took her roughly by the hair and forced her further down over his member until she was gagging.
He ejaculated into her avidly sucking orifice, instantly filling her to the brim, steam coming from the corners of her mouth, his cum was so fucking hot.
He screamed in delight, his voice breaking like an adolescent. It was pure bliss.
He pounded into her, almost breaking her jaw, and she gagged-on his dick until her face was beet red. Much of his cum fell from her lips in white viscous lumps, trailing wetly down her chin and dripping onto his thighs and running off his tightly pressed balls.
Wad after molten hot wad flew into her with such speed it took her breath away. In and out went his ejaculating member, all the way to the back of her throat until she started choking, still he fucked her mouth, not pausing to let her recover because by then he would have been totally spent. He wasn't wasting a moment.
"Agggggrrrrrrhhh," he yelped. "My fucking cock is going to break offffff...." He just kept going on and on. "Oh my God yeeeeeeeaaaa ... woooooooaaaaaa...."
She was pouring cunt juice all over his face, neck and shoulders as her excitement reached a feverish peak and she came again, her juices being swallowed as soon as they were out.
He was a human sucking machine, his lips never getting enough of his young daughter's honey-tasting twat.
His tongue whipped her clit button until she was crying out for him to stop, her hand over his still rigid phallus, her mouth bobbing up and down with regularity, her tongue and lips at work.
The room was filled with the moans and groans that could only characterize fucking or sucking. He was having a field day with her cunt, eating her out completely, forcing her body to produce more and more cunt lava until he thought he would burst, juice oozing out of his every pore.
But he managed to swallow more of her cum than Betty was taking in of his. Yet this didn't bother him. She has plenty of time to learn properly, he thought, brilliant colors exploding before his eyes.
God, he thought, she tastes so damn good. He'd have young pussy any day of the week.
Jesus, Betty thought with amazement, he must have grown another foot inside me. He's like a telephone pole jerking against the back of my throat. I've never felt anything like it. Please go on, she pleaded with herself. Don't make me gag or vomit. Please. PLEASE!"
She wallowed in his sea of cum. trying desperately to quench her thirst for his male essence, her tongue and lips working in unison to milk every drop of his cum. And she was succeeding, better than she ever imagined possible. He was a fountain with unlimited resources. He came again and again, a chain series of orgasms, filling her to the brim, sperm spilling over and running down her body and his, which was already covered with her watery fuck liquid.
"Oooooohhh ... ahhhhhhh ... suck it suck it suck it suck it. More ... that's the ticket sweetheart ... my little girl cock sucker ... Jesus that feels just fine ... just ... just YAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Another pulsating wad of cum settled deep inside her throat until she was feeling dizzy with all the liquid she was forced to cope with. It was too much for any young girl to handle. Yet she persevered. She nearly vomited twice, his cock resting way back, almost down her throat, and because of the exciting presence of his huge prick in her mouth she was excited to the point where she came over and over again, each orgasm far better than the last until they were reaching such intensity that she was unable to stand the pleasure. Her poor cunt was aching to be fucked.
He was drowning in her flowing female jizz. Periodically he would raise his head and breathe in a lungful of air, then ram his nose deep inside her creamy thatch.
"So big," his step-daughter said with undisguised admiration, "and thick too."
"Ohhhhh my sweet little princess blow jobber," he moaned incoherently, his body convulsing in ecstasy. He plummeted his cock into her sucking orifice, feeling her cheeks hollow out as she expelled air, trying desperately not to choke, that being the one main thought in her head, not to ruin it for him, this being her first blow job on her beloved step-father.
Finally he was thoroughly, but thoroughly spent. He fell back with his head on the pillow. Betty fell back at his feet, letting his now flaccid schlong to rest for a while, until the next sexual onslaught.
After licking both her lips and his cum-smeared cock clean she pried open his brown anus and pressed her finger, then her deeply searching tongue, to find out if the fragrance she detected earlier was true. .If so, her step-father had to have the cleanest asshole in town.
She smelled again. Yes. It was like smelling a man's cologne.
"We all wash very well as you can smell, Betty," he said, as if reading her very thoughts. "Mother and I don't want any unpleasantness to interfere with our nightly pleasure."
"You do this sort of thing every night?" Betty asked somewhat sheepishly, not believing that a man her father's age or a woman her mother's age (actually they were both only in their early forties, but this seemed very old to Betty) could continue on such a basis. Yet it was true. Owing to conditioning over a period of years during their marriage and even before, both Joan and Phil were able to go to great lengths to satisfy one another. That was vital to them both, satisfaction guaranteed.
And Betty, his stunningly beautiful daughter, would tonight be "initiated into the pleasure of S-M sex as Phil thought of it, with its inherent Beatings and fucking, both of them savage and eminently pleasurable.
Perhaps not every night, Betty, but whenever we feel like it, which I suppose is quite often nevertheless." He lay his hand over her heaving breast. "But let's not talk anymore now. We still have a lot to get to know about each other."
With that, he began fingering her nipples, first the left then the right, from one to the other, back and forth, again and again, until his thirteen-year-old step-daughter was climbing the walls with pleasure. Her clitoris began jerking frantically inside her swelling pussy. Her walls were oozing fuck cream. Her cuntal muscles were opening and closing, as if embracing a man's penis.
She began writhing, her hot adolescent mouth pressed tightly against her step-father's lips, their tongues flicking inside, gumming, going in and out like two tiny snakes.
He alternately squeezed and fondled her tits, the titflesh seeming to swell and become ten degrees hotter than before. Her whole body in fact was taking on a red hue, as if a hidden raging fire were swelling upward, consuming her completely.
She pressed him close to her and he began fingering her sweating cunt, the hairs feeling springy and moist, wet with her fuck juice which was now beginning to steadily flow down Phil's fingers as they jammed and thrust into her hot portal of sexual fire.
She moaned and sighed with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his arms and he plunged his creamy digits into her at an even faster pace, searching her inner cuntal regions, unsatisfied unless he could bring her to a complete orgasm.
"Make me cum," she squealed with delight, his fingers working busily inside her. "I must cum ... ohhhhh sweet shit, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ... ohhhhhh my God!!!"
He shoved his raging hard-on in front of her face and she eagerly took it, pressing it to her lips, his belly against her chest, the sweat from their bodies merging and running down to soak the bed sheets. Steam rose from their wet bodies, hovering over the room like a sensual mist of passion.
"Go on ... suck it ... yesss," he commanded, his voice thick with emotion. "Take it in your mouth and make me cum ... ohhhh you're so hot it's like embracing a flame."
She began sucking on his member, but only long enough to ensure it was the thickest and hardest it was about to come. Then she licked it along the shaft once for good measure, before spreading her legs apart and rolling over on her stomach.
Holding on to his cock behind herself she poised the purple cock a mere quarter inch from her puckered anal entrance. That's all her step-father had to see.
"Wait," he panted, rising off the bed, stepping off the mattress. "Wait my precious little fuck child. I think you're ready now after all...."
Betty lay there in trembling anticipation, her pussy itching her like never before. She reached below and began caressing her clit button, wanting to be all primed for what Phil had in store for her. She knew it had to be the whip and her body ached to be touched by the multifibered end, struck repeatedly, her clit button ringing in expectation.
Her whole body was on fire. Seconds seemed like hours, hours, years.
"I'll just be a moment, sweetheart," Her step-father called out from the bathroom adjacent to Betty's bedroom. It separated her room from her brother's. She heard her father opening and closing the medicine cabinet.
What, she wondered, could Daddy want with my medicine chest?
When Phil reappeared, his cock a monstrous erection, swelling upward from between his hairy loins, reaching inches above his navel. Betty lay there, mesmerized by his swinging prong.
Then she realized that, indeed, Phil was carrying the whip, but in his other hand was ... yes, a dildo, and a small jar of vaseline, which Betty realized was in her medicine cabinet. She blushed as her step-father approached. She remembered she frequently used the vaseline while masturbating, coating her middle finger with the jelly and slowly, then more and more rapidly, reaming her clit button, racing across it, reaming, reaming, reaming.
Her vaginal juice quickened its pace, making the thirteen-year-old girl quiver with excitement, her body unable to keep still.
"Get on your stomach, Betty, I want to see your face."
"What are you going to do?" his step-daughter asked meekly. Beginning to tremble from head to foot.
Phil only leered at her.
"Please," her voice trembled. "Please tell me ... what."
"You'll find out in just a moment," he teased her.
Bundled in his hand, now just come to view, was a strip of cloth. He put this down on the bed, next to her, with the dildo, vaseline and whip. Then he slipped both hands underneath her torso and lifted her gently, placing her closer to the head of the bed.
"What?"
"Ssssshhhh, bitch." He grabbed both her wrists and before she was able to stop him had her bound to the brass beadstop.
"Daddy, what-I-I...." Her heart began pounding viciously against her trembling breasts. She didn't know what to think. It was as if her step-father had suddenly turned into a mad man. She tried to get loose from the tight restrictions of the cloth strip, but to no avail. She was bound to the bed, it was as simple as that.
He positioned himself between her outstretched legs, his cock aimed toward her brown anal pucker. Then he pulled her up by the waist and roughly reached for her pillow, tugging it out from under her head and placing it underneath her loins. Already a wet stain spread on the pillow case as her wet, flowing cunt made contact with the cloth.
Oh my God, she thought, becoming more and more excited, the fear beginning now to leave her.
Her muscles were tensed until she was like a spring about to burst open.
Fuck me, she repeated silently, as if sending out telepathic messages to her step-father. Fuck me, fuck me....
He opened the cap of the vaseline jar and spread the creamy substance inside the jar all over the dildo, then along her crevice, then on the tip of his middle digit which he deftly slipped up into her asshole. He made circular motions inside her, driving her crazy with adolescent desire and lust.
Betty was now ready for anything. Her anal juices were already working, signaling the rest of her body that she was about to have this man's huge cock embedded deeply inside her rectum before long.
She moaned, her ass humping the pillow, as his finger rotated inside her anal channel. Then he pulled the dripping finger out and prepared to enter her asshole. He then pulled her ass upward again, pressing his loins against her butt. Just at that moment he saw the dildo just lying there, as if saying use me ... use me ... and he had a brilliant idea. He had done this with his wife many times before, but never with his young step-daughter.
He picked up the plastic pseudo-phallus and smeared cream over it, the cream from her swimming pussy. Holding the dildo in one hand, his cock in the other, he settled the dildo into her cunt.
She moaned as fire raged through her, the dildo slipping smoothly into her creaming cunt until fuck juice was running, dripping from the base part of the plastic dildo, running down Phil's knuckles.
"Deeper," she moaned. "Deeper, Daddy ... ohhhh Phil you have such sure hands ... it's slipping inside my throbbing pussy like it was made for it ... like a hand fits into a glove ... ohh it's delicious ... feels so gggggggggooooooooodddddd...." Wait till I get inside your sweet little asshole, Betty, then I'll show you how good you can feel ... just wait ... just wait...."
In and out the dildo went and Betty eased herself back down on the pillow. But Phil would have none of that; he wasn't finished with her yet.
He lifted her back up again, the dildo lodging itself deep inside the girl's twat, supported there-by the thirteen-year-old's working cuntal membranes and muscles.
At this point, Betty didn't know whether she was coming or going. The beginnings of an orgasm was welling up inside her and making her moan with impending pleasure. Her every muscle was twitching. Her asshole opened and closed, waiting, waiting....
"Fuck me," she moaned, grimacing as the dildo went further into her cunt.
Phil pried apart her ass cheeks, until the brown flower of her anus met with his eyes. He gasped with anticipation as the opening opened and closed spasmodically, issuing forth one pearly drop of ass secretions. He licked his lips in anticipation of having the tightest ass of his life. Maybe tighter than Bruce's....
His cock greased with the jelly, he pressed the head of his rubber-like cock against her asshole. Nothing happened. Then he pressed harder. Still nothing. Her ass was incredibly tight.
"Relax," he told her: "This won't hurt very much. Just a slight sting perhaps when I actually fuck you for the first time, but that's just a preparation of the other joyous fucks to come. Think of it, sweetheart, your step-daddy's cock right up your lovely little butt. What else are fathers for?"
He then burst into laughter.
Betty's fear returned. She was expecting a painful experience. Her father's attitude had taken on a decidedly sadistic turning. This frightened his daughter. She wasn't sure to what limits he would go in an effort to satisfy his carnal lusts.
God help me, she mused. I may need all the help I can get. She tried again to loosen the strip of cloth binding her to the bed but she couldn't work her wrists out of it. Already she couldn't feel anything in her fingers. They tingled a bit but not as much as a minute ago. Her arms were starting to lose feeling now as well.
He tried again to enter her but still her asshole, in fright, fought her every inch of the way. Phil then concentrated on her cunt, the vaseline and her own cuntal secretions making the dildo's journey in and out of her cunt easy and pleasurable. She couldn't have asked for more.
Then her step-father took hold of the dildo and in one blinding motion shoved it all the way up her vagina.
The young girl screamed once and fainted.
CHAPTER THREE
When she awoke, her loins aching, tears running down her cheeks, she felt a funny sensation in her ass. An unusual pressure building up as if a hot poker was being shoved up inside her, taking up all space, making her asshole spread wider apart to accommodate the intruder.
Then Phil gave a sigh and lunged forward, the pressure building up terrifically inside her and Betty knew what it was. In fainting she had relaxed completely, if only for that one moment, long enough to allow her step-father's huge schlong to gain access to her anal fuck channel. He was half way up her butt and moving forward, deeper and deeper inside her.
Betty wanted to cry out, but instead she reached around herself and took hold of the base of the dildo, still lodged firmly in her creaming twat, and began masturbating herself with it, all her muscles relaxing, her breath normalizing as was her heart beat which had been galloping like a hundred horses on stampede inside her chest.
He felt absolutely huge inside her, too huge, he wasn't going to fit, he couldn't possibly....
"Stop." She screamed, tears springing to her eyes. She writhed on the bed, sobbing. "No, don't. Daddy, Daddy ... too much ... you're too hard ... Ohh sweet Jesus...."
He was half way up her asshole but it took great effort now for him to go in even a fractionally small amount. She just wouldn't give in. He picked up the whip. He struck her once with it across the buttocks.
"No, no." she cried.
"Yes!" He struck her again, harder this time so that a red welt appeared.
Each time Betty yelled "Help," she knew she was in reality thinking "More, or "Harder!"
Yet she couldn't come out with those words and let him respond accordingly, which he was doing now nevertheless.
Each time she was struck her body would rise, then fall heavily back on the bed. And with each stroke her asshole opened, allowing Phil to go in deeper and deeper and deeper....
Her ass screamed for mercy. She couldn't take much more of the torture, as delicious as it was proving to be. "Fuck me," she stressed. "Fuck me all over. Put your cock in my mouth, stick it up my butt, fuck me, up my cunt, my butt, my mouth, my twat, all of them, all ... fuck, fuck, fuck me ... ME ME ME ME ME ... more, more, don't stop, don't ever stop, ohhh Dadddyyyyyyyyy...."
She was half hysterical with the explosive ass sensations ripping upward from her butt, destroying all tissue, making her eyes mist, her body yearn for every inch of his gigantic schlong.
"Harder," she screamed.
"Mmmmmm yesssss, it's coming, dear, hold on."
"More."
"Yes."
"Every fucking inch, Daddy."
"Ride it out, baby."
"Harder ... so much harddeerrrr."
"What an ass."
"So good and thick."
"Agggggggggrrrrhhhhhh."
"Jesus it's all the way up my asshole! Every fucking inch. Ohhh Phillllll."
"Yes, yes here it comes ... feel it, baby, feel it ... all eleven inches."
"Give it to me, Daddy." she squealed. "Ohhh can I ever feel it. Man, it's so hot and juicy and ... Ohhhhhh...."
Taking care, even in his impatience, not to seriously damage her internal orgasms, he butt fucked her slowly at first, his cock easing in and out of her steaming butt hole with difficulty at first, then, as the ass chamber expanded and her virgin ass muscles gradually gave way he was able to penetrate her inner shit-lined depths without too much trouble.
Then he increased his fucking tempo, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he had her climbing the walls with pleasure. His cock was like a huge persistent electrical current flowing through her, making her skin tingle from head to toe.
Her greasy ass muscles pulled on his throbbing tumescence. He arched his back and threw back his head, gritting his teeth as if in pain. Her muscles masturbated his huge fuck tool, surrounding his cock flesh, seeming to delve into the flesh itself, going deeper and deeper into his very essence.
His prick tensed and throbbed inside her, as it journeyed in and out, in and out, all eleven inches inside her. She was panting with desire, the delicious pleasure pain sensations shooting myriad sensations through her.
He reached below her to grab her two swinging breasts, clutching them both for support, feeling and caressing them, first, one, then the other. She began humping back at him, his hairy cum-filled nuts slapping against her open ass cheeks.
Her thirteen-year-old body shimmered like a jewel, entrancing the man completely. Even though Betty wasn't, in the strictest sense, his daughter, but rather his step-daughter, he felt now a love for her that transcended all human flesh. Now, they were truly one.
Her nipples were hard, yet pliable, like rubber. She yelped each time he squeezed her erect teats but it was an exclamation of pleasure, not dissatisfaction.
The dildo was deeply embedded in her cunt, unmoving now, so that he had to let go of her tits long enough to keep it in action. He matched the fuck motions of the dildo with the butt-fucking movements of his gorged member. In and out his cock went, in the same tempo as the dildo, which he forcibly pressed in and out of her burning fuck channel.
It was clear that Phil was becoming more and more excited, carried away by the sight of his lovely thirteen-year-old step-daughter being cunt fucked by his dildo as he butt-fucked her with his own cock, both at the same time.
What happened next had a devastating effect on Betty.
First her step-father grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back, almost snapping her neck, and he kissed her, forcing his tongue deep down her throat, her neck muscles bulging and straining with the unnatural position he Was forcing her head to take.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... stop...."
"Mmmmm he mumbled incoherently as he bit her lips, drawing blood. Her eyes were open wide with terror as they looked into his eyes, glazed over with lust, laughing cruelly at her.
His nails raked her tits, then he squeezed hard on her nipples, making her scream with pain, the scream turning into a gurgle as it caught in her throat. Their mouths were still tightly pressed together so that she had to breathe through her nostrils.
She fought him but it was no use, he was clearly the stronger of the two. The pleasure in her cunt turned to pain as it merged with the erotic sensations in her ass. She wanted him to stop now, things were getting out of hand.
It was as if her step-father had suddenly turned into a raving boob.
He pulled the dildo out of her cunt so quickly she swooned with the pain.
"No ... noooooo ... Daddy ... ohhhh it hurts ... I ache ... oh shit I ache all over I...."
"Quiet, bitch," he shouted. "You'll speak when you're spoken to."
Phil could feel the power flowing through his body like the blood flowing in his veins. He felt powerful, on top of the world, ready to cope with anything, anything at all. He fucked her ass without mercy, making her scream aloud with the pain, not aching, ignoring her outbursts, her writhing her protestations.
"Stop...." she cried, trying still to break away from his grasp.
Now that the dildo was free from the warm and milky confines of her creaming vaginal passage he took the plastic instrument in one hand while with the other steadying himself by clutching a handful of her ass flesh and pulling quickly out of her asshole, so quickly that she nearly fainted with the pain.
He slapped her across the face and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. She moaned, her head spinning in ever-widening circles.
"Help." she said feebly, her voice sounding miles away. "Please ... he's ... hurting ... me, me, me, me ... ohhhhhh!"
He rammed his throbbing cock into her pussy. It slipped in easily because of the incredible amount of pussy juice she was producing. As soon as all eleven inches were tightly fitted inside the deliciously tight fit of her cunt she felt a strange sensation building up inside her burning twat. Then it exploded, nearly throwing her off the bed.
She climaxed viscously, her body exploding. "Take this and this and this, you beautiful little bitch...." he pounded every inch into her. Her cunt creamed flowed anew as she came, shaking like a leaf, her mouth opened in silent ecstasy, the pleasure and pain merging to create one tremendously intense sensation that Betty knew had never, up until now, existed for her, not even when she balled her younger half-brother.
"Take it all, baby," he said between clenched teeth, feeling the cum in his balls beginning its upward journey, ready to shoot out of his pulsating piss slit.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, it hurts," she said, tears streaming down her face, "but it feels so good...." she began sobbing, "so good and ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh. Sweet Jesus in heaven. Ohhhhh my God I can't take any more of this ... it's too much ... it's scaring me ... Daddy, I'm frightened ... I've never felt so fucking good ... be fore ... in ... my ... life ... help me, ogggrrrrf ffhhhhhh ... Phil."
He came in her like a fountain. Wad after searing hot wad of fuck sauce melted its way her fuck channel as if it were made entirely of wax. He was giving her the butt and cunt fucking of her life. With his body half over hers, he alternately fucked her ass and her pussy, jamming his cock into one orifice, then the other, over and over again, entering and reentering her creaming holes of fuck passion.
He took the whip in his hand and hit her with it, once, twice, four times, ten, twenty, until her body and mind were numb. He sloshed inside her cunt, where he had ejaculated not a minute before. He was half crazed with the marvelous sensations throbbing through his hard cock.
He finished creaming inside her ass, then went on to fucking her vagina, his cock keeping his body pressed tightly against hers as if they were glued together. In and out, in and out he went. Betty was crying hysterically now, trying still to get away from him but unable to.
They fought and wrestled each other, his body tormenting hers.
She could feel the burning welts on her back and taste the saltiness of her blood as it trickled from the corner of her mouth.
But beneath it all, Betty realized one surprising thing: that despite the pain, the violence, the incredible incongruity of her step-father actually doing this to her, laying bare his emotions, slicing through her with his huge cock, she was enjoying every minute of it. One taste and she was hooked for life.
And it really was that simple. Phil had her right where he wanted her, in his power, willing, albeit reluctantly at first, to do whatever he asked, unquestioning.
He pressed her face against the pillow until she was unable to breathe. She thought he was seriously trying to smother her. Instead he excited himself tremendously and his fuck shoves became harder and fiercer than ever. Then he pulled her head up by the roots of her hair and kissed her savagely, biting her lips until they bled.
Still she silently cried for more. More. More. And he gave it to her.
"Take this, fucking little daughter bitch." he howled, tensing as he came close to sperming inside her. He managed to control himself long enough to catch his breath and better position himself so that he could really make her feel every eleven inches of his huge cock.
His cock seemed to thicken and lengthen to an even greater degree inside her until she didn't know whether she was coming or going. She collapsed on the bed, her body as limp as old dishrag. Still he fucked her, it was like fucking a dead person but this didn't bother him, he was really getting his jollies now.
"Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty...."
He was in her cunt now, her open and quivering anus staring him right in the face. He picked up the dildo.
As brutally as he could, his blood boiling, his senses reeling, he rammed it into her butt, with all the strength he could muster behind it.
Susan's young and desirable body jerked with an agonized scream as the large dildo ripped her anus open. A strange sort of happiness, or hysteria, came over Phil as he twisted and rammed the dildo savagely up her ass, her screams of agony only making him drive it in harder, until at last she slipped into unconsciousness.
Phil had never known such excitement before. He was mere seconds away from creaming, her screams having brought him to the peak of sensual excitement. His heart was pounding like a sledge hammer.
He screamed in ecstasy as he came inside her creaming butt, all eleven inches of his magnificent masculinity deeply embedded inside her aching orifice. He filled her to the brim with his fuck sauce as it burned its way up her channel, awaiting her immediately as if he had just shoved a bottle of smelling salts under her nostrils.
"Christ you're tight." he groaned, slumping on top of her.
"Daddy, don't stop now." she ordered.
"don't ... worry ... bitch...."
He came inside her butt, wad after precious wad filling her, drooling out of the corners of her butt, streaming down his solid shaft, dripping off his pounding cum-filled nuts as he slammed into her repeatedly, unable to stop, going deeper and deeper inside her, her screams ringing in his ears, having the opposite affect on him, making him fuck her all the more harder, her pain enriching his pleasure.
"Yesssss ... yesssssss ... oh sweet shit it's good ... my daughter ... she's so fucking tight ... my daughter ... ohhhhh ... AHHHHHH!"
She wept openly, her body convulsed with sobs.
"That's it bitch," he said, a mad glint to his eyes. "Now you know what it's like to really be fucked by a man. Bet even Bruce couldn't give you this much pleasure ... eh? Eh? Eh?"
"No," she screamed. "NO NO NO NO NO NO. Keep it up ... harder ... soo ... fucking good."
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he chanted.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," she repeated, until they were both chanting the word as if it were a vital part of their fucking, without the word being expressed verbally he would no longer be able to ball her-she would no longer be able to enjoy the ecstatic sensations emanating from both her ass and her cunt, the two groups of sensations merging to form one big rush of indescribably pleasure, winging its way like a giant bird through her. "beat me."
Her words were like magic to his ears.
Although he had finished cumming, his cock had remained hard inside her aching butt. He pulled it out and turned her around on her back.
Leaning over her, cock in hand, he pressed the juicy tip of his aching schlong to her dry lips and said softly, menacingly, "Suck it ... suck every fucking inch of it, bitch, if you know what's good for you." Then he took the whip and struck her across the breasts.
She tried to protect herself by wrapping her arms around her chest but he just hit those too until she decided to lay perfectly still and let him do to her what he wanted. She would not offer any more resistance. "Slip it in my mouth," she whispered, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering madly.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as he lay on her chest, gradually pushing all his cock into her mouth, the tip of it already pressing against the back of her throat and he wasn't even half way inside her yet.
She gurgled and gagged on the huge intruder but nevertheless was miraculously able to get in all eleven inches. He sat on her chest, slightly bent over to make sure she was getting all of his juicy shaft, his thigh muscles jerking spasmodically as his heart pounded and his breath came in raspy pants.
"Jesus that feels good." he moaned, closing his eyes and giving a deep sigh of satisfaction.
Betty couldn't take, she was too intent on sucking all the greasy shaft into her mouth, her lips and tongue rolling over the delicate shaft, concentrating on his purple, oozing glans which she knew gave off the most intense sensations imaginable if properly stroked.
Her tongue drilled into his piss slit, and she sucked all his pre-cum as if his shaft were a straw. Swallow after swallow of his hot cum charged through her. Another orgasm blasted through her as she guzzled down her fifth mouthful of his watery fuck sauce.
He howled with pure abandoned pleasure as he tilled her with his pre-gism coating. His balls tightened and the inner sacs pressed against the walls of his nuts. He could feel the tremulous beginnings of a full-fledged orgasm and knew even then that it would be one of the best he'd ever experienced.
Betty sucked and sucked until she thought her mouth would fall off. She sucked him dry of his pre-cum and waited quivering her heart thumping, for the real jizz to break and coat her throat with the true essence of his male organ.
"Suck it, bitch," he said, humping her mouth. "Take in every fucking inch, Betty. Come on, really suck it all down. Suck, damn you."
He grabbed her by the hair and pressed her head down until she was gagging and choking, his tumescent fuck pole deep inside her throat, making her gag until her face turned a bright red and she looked ready to keel over in another dead faint.
She managed to control her breathing through her nostrils but he was forcing too much of his prick down her throat at one time. She grabbed him by the hairy balls and gave a sudden squeeze. Instantly he let go, and gave her a slap across the mouth that set her teeth rattling.
Smiling, he hit her again, and again, then took her by the roots of her hair again and forced her down, all the way over his cock.
"You'll learn, bitch, that I'm the master here and you do what I want you to," he leered at her, working his pelvis against her lips. "When I want you to suck every fucking inch of my cock you'll do it or by God I'll knock your teeth out."
Their pants were the only sounds in the room. Silently, Betty resumed her avid sucking and Phil let go of her and began caressing her face.
"That's it, baby, that's it." he cooed, soothing her jangled nerves. Her trembling ceased and they both settled down, he murmured love words in her ear, gently nipping at her lobe, soothing her, calming her down as if nothing violent had occurred.
After just a few minutes of his soothing rhetoric Betty was actually willing to believe nothing had happened at all. Her step-father was back to normal. Her whip welts began to sting.
He liked her breasts and the stinging sensation increased, the salt from his saliva making her body twitch as the pain increased.
"Sssshhhh," he whispered, licking at her tits, sucking on her nipples, getting her so excited that she sucked even harder. Then he turned around, his cock still in her mouth, and maneuvered himself into the sixty-nine position.
Soon her musky female twat was staring him right in the face. He licked at her muff, the hairs dewy with her cunt juice. She moaned with great feeling, her body rising off the bed, her cunt on fire.
He flicked his tongue at her, aiming successfully for her burgeoning clit. The pearl-shaped flesh drop glistened with her inner gism, tingling ecstatically each time he made contact with the tip of his fleshy tongue.
She couldn't believe a man could do such mind-boggling things to a young girl's cunt. She was loving every minute of it.
She was so excited she came instantly, filling his mouth with her creamy fuck fluid as he eagerly guzzled it down, running his tongue over his spunk-stained lips. "Mmmmmmmmm," he exclaimed.
She ran her tongue around the ring that accentuated the dome-like shape of his penis head, which was now thickening to an unbelievable degree, like a giant mushroom in her mouth. More watery cum oozed from his quivering piss slit.
The very tip of Betty's tongue ran in ever-widening circles over her step-father's exposed glans. In her wake she left the prick flesh glistening with saliva. It seemed to twinkle as it caught the light fanning in through her bedroom window.
Her tongue danced over the man's prick, never pausing long enough for him to catch his breath. He was humping against her avidly sucking mouth in great pushes and shoves. She was improving, managing to get virtually all his enormous prong down her throat, sucking down the sweet tasting pre-cum sauce as it oozed with exciting regularity from the older man's stiff cock.
Her hands lifted up his balls, which were hot to the touch and swollen with boiling cum. She pressed the sacs together, making him wince with pleasure and pain.
"Do it again," he ordered her.
She obeyed, and he moaned in ecstasy, his loins throbbing, his balls being squeezed together, the wrinkled testicle flesh smoothing out in her hand as she kneaded his balls like balls of dough.
"Suck it harder, bitch," he screamed, pulling at her hair, then pushing her head down hard over his tumescent cock, the eleven inch cock shaft slipping with some difficulty down her throat. He could feel the tip of it pressing against the very back of her throat.
Spreading her legs wide apart he rammed three fingers all the way up her creaming vagina, until only his knuckles showed as they pressed tightly against her muff. He alternated his sex play with her in this manner-first sitting on her face, then pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to position himself over her flaming cunt, drinking in mouthful after exciting mouthful of her female cream, his heart pounding, his mind and body reeling, then returning to pounding his organ into her, as far down her throat as it would go.
"Suck." he yelped, squirming as she licked up and down his shaft.
Betty's neck muscles became rapidly more and more tired. She wasn't used to this much sucking. She remembered how it was to have her twelve-year-old brother's slim, hairless cock in her mouth, then in her mind she compared it to her step-father's enormous schlong, the comparison making her more and more excited, as if she actually was sucking both the boy's and the man's cocks, instead of only her step-father's.
The thirteen-year-old girl could feel the quaking inside the man's pulsating nuts. The sacs were swirling around freely in their sea of cum. She could tell Phil was ready to cum by the way he was licking her dripping cunt. Instead of avidly eating from her steaming pussy he was slowly, sensually, tonguing her outer labia, not bothering to delve any further.
He was obviously waiting, anticipating....
"SHITTTTTT!" he screamed.
His burning cock swelled up to a mountain inside her and he erupted, sending great wads of cum sauce flying down her throat. She choked with the force of his orgasm, but nevertheless managed to swallow every last drop.
"Christ!"
He creamed without letting up. She drank and drank again, enjoying every delicious hot drop.
"Jesus!"
Her lips and tongue worked in expert precision. He howled with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... Urn ph!"
He pounded his cock into her with breath-taking force.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned with delight, tasting his delicious cream.
"Suck ... suck ... suck...." he groaned, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
Sperm slipped from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue snaked over her slimy lips and cleaned off his semen residue.
"Fuck!!" he cried, bucking against her like a wild stallion.
Spurt after delicious spurt splashed against the roof of her mouth. Strings of white creamy cum were sucked through her teeth as she munched on the thick mixture. She cupped his two balls in her hand and squeezed hard, forcing up more gism, making him growl with pleasure.
"Christ you can suck!" he commended her, his body on tire, a chain of orgasms shooting through his loins, spreading upward to completely envelope his tortured body.
Then it was over, as quickly as it had begun.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and swallowed down the remainder of the cum, smacking her lips. He lay back on the bed, panting, holding his half-erection in his hand, watching it dwindle in size, the throbbing lessening. He groaned.
Betty now had an opportunity to catch her breath, which was coming in uneven pants, raking her throat dry.
They embraced and kissed lazily, their tongues moving and joining.
"I only wish we had done this before," Phil muttered in her ear. "My sweet little baby girl. It's hard to watch a beautiful girl grow up when you desire her so...." He closed his eyes and soon his breathing was normalized, as was hers. They listened to the sound of their breasts raising and falling. Outside a bird twittered and a slight breeze blew the curtains inward, chilling their sweaty bodies, but pleasantly so far the day was hot.
"School will be over in a few weeks and I'll have you all for myself," Phil mused.
"What about Bruce ... and Mom?" Betty inquired.
"Oh, of course them too, silly, it's just that you and I have some catching up to do." .
He turned on his side and let his left hand "all on her tit.
"I feel like a kid again, sweetheart," he whispered affectionately. "I can hardly wait until tonight."
"What'll we do then?"
"Everything."
"Like today?" she asked, laughing, her eyes sparkling.
Phil giggled, caressing her tit, watching the nipple enlarge and turn erect. "Yes, but even more. They'll be four of us then. You r brother can get quite ... emotional ... when he wants to you know ... I think he enjoys our little games as your mother calls them more than all of us put together." He didn't bother to hide the pride in his voice.
Betty felt a pang of jealousy. Her mother was too afraid to tell her about what had been going on, while Bruce's father, her step-father, had been more open with the boy, even though Bruce had accidentally, like Betty, become involved. Betty wished her mother had told her and not left it up to Phil, not that she minded her step-father, far from it, but she was disappointed in her mother's meekness, her underhandedness.
She thought of Bruce, naked and desirable, his cock straight and ready for action, and she felt a familiar tingling in her groin, a sensation that was being rapidly heightened around her breasts, where Phil was now eagerly fondling and caressing her.
He embraced her and they kissed. Passionately. She felt his cock harden against her upper thigh, the tip of it inching upward toward her dewy bush. She .reached down and began masturbating him. He moaned and slipped a finger under her ass, up her crack, her rectum muscles pulling and tugging at the digit.
"I've never wanted someone as much as I wanted you, Betty," he nibbled her earlobe. She squirmed with pleasure, desire flooding her body.
"Ohhhh, Phil, fuck me again, this time really fuck me. I mean really hard. It makes it more exciting that way.
He took his finger from her asshole and slipped it, along with several more, in her creaming twat. Instantly she creamed over his hand, experiencing a mini-climax that made her desire him all the more.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear, pressing her loins against his hand, moaning as he sent fuck signals all through her body.
"Mmmmmmm ... so tight and juicy...." He concentrated on her clit, making it ring like a bell with the sensations now piling up inside her crotch.
"Yessssss, Daddy, that's it, only ... only ... only harder ... harder ... faster, that's the way I like being finger-fucked ... soooo goood, like little cocks inside my cunt. I'm so hot I'm burning up. Your cock is so hard and tall."
She writhed and pressed against him. his fingers working like little demons inside her hot box. He had four fingers inside her, each one seeming to have a mind of its own, reaming her clit, pressing against her four cuntal walls, inching back, deeper and deeper into the inner recesses of her creamy cunt flesh.
He couldn't get over how tight she was, as compared to his wife's cavernous vagina, a veteran of much fucking.
"I'm so hot," she moaned, her voice weak and far away.
"I know," he moaned. "I know, Betty sweetheart. My little baby...." They kissed and he inched his other hand around her, plunging two fingers up her flaming asshole, working the fingers in her twat at the same rate as the ones, now up her asshole.
She was loving every second of it. She never thought a woman's ass could be a source of so much pleasure. She yearned to be butt-fucked by her younger brother.
She could now only imagine what his silky soft skin would feel like pressed against her asscheeks, his hard pecker slamming repeatedly into her butt hole.
The mere thought of being butt-fucked by Brucie made her more passionate than ever. Then she thought what it would be like making love to her own mother. She had never even thought of making it with another woman, much less her mother, but the thought did have its own attraction.
She wondered what it would be like sucking on a woman's twat, caressing a woman's tits, slamming fingers up her butt and cunt, making her clit flutter with excitement. Already she was looking forward to the evening, when she would be in the arms of all members of her family: her twelve-year-old brother, her mother and her handsome, big-cocked step-father, who had already initiated her into the "game." with all its little pleasures and tremulous excitement.
Phil reamed the thirteen-year-old girl's prostrate, making her moan in ecstasy, a new world of sensations opening up to her. She remembered the night before when Bruce had mentioned to her that he had frequently finger-fucked himself in the ass while masturbating, thereby accentuating the impending orgasm.
I'll have to try it by myself sometime, Betty mused thoughtfully.
But meanwhile....
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner was like a celebration. Everyone was excited, even Betty's mother was talkative, having received glowing reports from Phil as to how her daughter was adjusting to the revelation of their sexual routine. Or "game" as she still referred to it.
"You do look pretty tonight!" Joan, the mother, exclaimed. "I hardly recognize you."
Betty blushed girlishly and everyone broke up laughing, Bruce nearly choking on his food. At odd intervals during the meal he'd run his odd intervals during the meal he would run his hand down his step-sister's thigh (he was sitting alongside Betty) and Betty would spread her legs apart, letting his fingers creep inside her panties to feel her warm pussy.
Looking down at his crotch Betty could see he had a raging hard-on. During dessert he surreptitiously unzipped his fly and pulled down his briefs, letting his stiff organ spring out of its confines, delighting and exciting his thirteen-year-old sister.
"Why don't you two men go upstairs to the bedroom and wait for us there," Joan suggested, clearing the table. "Betty can help me finish here."
Phil winked at Betty and gave her a slap on her behind. Bruce chuckled. They both walked up the stairs and disappeared inside Betty's parents' bedroom.
Silently, the mother and daughter cleared the table, putting the plates, glasses and utensils in the dishwasher. Betty could sense her mother wanted to say something, but she was holding it back. Meanwhile, Betty waited patiently for her to speak.
Cleaning her hands in the sink Joan said over her shoulder, "Betty, dear, why don't you sit for a minute. I think it's about time we talked about this before going upstairs." Her voice betrayed the excitement she was feeling.
Betty sat at the kitchen table.
Moving over to sit alongside her, Joan said: "I suppose this hasn't been working out like I planned. As Dad already told you we were planning to tell Bruce and you about our little games...." she paused with the word games and smiled, "but when you and Bruce were older. Then when your brother accidentally overheard us and walked in. well, there wasn't much we could do but show him what we were doing. There was nothing to hide. We were just worried lie and you too-would have trouble understanding it all.
"But it all worked out rather well with Brucie. He loves fucking with us...." Betty blushed at the word fucking' Her mother had never spoken so frankly with her before. She suddenly felt more adult, her anger at her mother keeping her in the dark subsiding somewhat.
"But we still thought we'd wait before telling you," Joan continued. "Even Bruce agreed. He thought you were something of a prude-no, no, dear, I don't mean to say you actually are!-and agreed that we should wait, even though your father and I could tell he was very anxious to get you into the fun too.
"Now that you've also happened upon our games and according to Dad you've grown to the idea of us all fucking, then there doesn't seem to be any problem." She reached out one hand and stroked Betty's cheek. It felt hot and dry.
"You're not mad at your Mom, are you, sweetheart?" She drew closer, her hand stroking Betty's shoulder.
"No, I guess not," Betty said, shrugging, her skin tingling as the hand slipped inside her blouse.
Joan's breathing became more rapid. Betty edged closer to her mother, the woman's hand cupping her daughter's left breast.
"Do you love me?" Joan asked, her voice a whisper.
"Yes, Mom," Betty replied, just as softly.
Joan began unbuttoning her daughter's blouse, then undid the catch of her bra. Her eyes brightened when she saw her daughter's breasts emerge. "You are a lovely little girl, Betty, and ... my goodness! I didn't expect your tits to be so big. You're turning into a pretty young lady!"
Betty kissed her mother, their tongues darting into one another's hungry mouths. It was all happening so quickly Betty didn't even have the time to realize she was making love to her mother. It all seemed somehow so natural, so right.
They hugged each other and Joan undid the snap of Betty's jeans, her fingers feeling the damp panties, already wet from the attentions of Bruce's young and agile fingers.
"Ohhh, mommy, hold me," Betty sighed like a child. Her hand slipped under her mother's dress and up her panties. Her cunt felt hot and wet to the touch, the thick patch of pubic hairs dewy with her female juices.
"Betty, you're gorgeous," Joan cooed, several fingers slipping into Betty's twat. Betty imitated the move and soon the two were busy finger-fucking each other in the kitchen, eyes half closed, hearts pounding.
Joan had never felt so excited before in her entire life, she knew how much Phil and Bruce desired her daughter, knew because she too harbored lascivious desires for the beautiful thirteen-year-old. She wanted to teach her daughter everything she knew about sex, she as the teacher, Betty as the willing student.
Phil had gone into great detail about the afternoon's adventures with Betty-they never kept anything like that from one another-and Joan felt the excitement building up inside her, her blood racing.
"Oh my God," Joan moaned, her body pressed against her daughter's, their fingers working in and out of each other's creaming twats.
"I want to eat you," Betty murmured, grimacing with pleasure each time her mother's knowing fingers reamed her adolescent clit button.
"You will, dear, and I'll have you too. My mouth is already watering."
"Let's go upstairs with Dad and Bruce," Betty suggested, her voice clotted in her throat.
Hand in hand, like two affectionate schoolgirls, mother and daughter mounted the stairs and entered Joan's bedroom, finding Bruce clad only in his underpants, his rigid cock firmly outlined against the white fabric, and Phil with his shirt off, peacefully smoking a cigarette on the bed.
"Ready?" Bruce asked anxiously.
All eyes turned to Betty.
"What-what-what do I do?" she asked, trembling, not knowing what to expect next.
"Fuck me," her brother blurted out, massaging his cock.
Betty grew more and more excited. She began unconsciously taking off her blouse, then her jeans, until she stood before them with just her moistened panties on. Then, like a stripper performing her act, she began teasing the panties down over her hips, leaving them hanging there, her middle finger inside the elastic edge, moving, caressing....
Phil took off the rest of his clothes. His cock looked absolutely enormous. Joan saw her daughter staring at it and smiled. I remember the first time I set eyes on it," she mused to herself. "I know just what must have been passing through Betty's mind when they first undressed: Would it possibly fit inside my cunt?
She remembered how tight she had felt the first time she and Phil fucked, and she wasn't Betty's young age either. She had had some experience with men. She had been carrying on with a man while married to Betty's father, though Betty had no idea of this. Joan decided she would admit it to her daughter, but in good time. When the initial excitement had settled down somewhat and she could really sit and talk with her daughter about things she never dared discuss with her before.
"Christ what boobs!" Bruce said with admiration as he watched the bouncing orbs while Betty stood there and finger-fucked herself, her knees becoming weak until she had to stop and sit on the bed, alongside her young brother. They looked at each other and smiled. Betty was nervous but her nervousness was gradually beginning to fade.
Joan undressed, revealing full, firm tits, much like her daughter's, only larger and fuller, and her bushy mound, the labia clearly defined inside the forest of pubic hairs.
"Tome to Momma," Joan said, smiling, her arms outstretched.
They embraced and kissed while Bruce and Phil looked on, a smile on their faces.
Joan lay back on the bed and pulled young Betty down over her, their loins pressing together, Joan feeling the sparseness of her daughter's pubic thatch. Their pussy lips pressed against each other and they both began creaming, their loins becoming wet and sticky.
"Phil...." Joan called, motioning for the man to insert his raging hardon in her mouth.
Bruce took the hint and made for the only available orifice, his sister-spermy little ass. He got on his knees facing her cheeks and began kneading her buttocks like bread, Betty moaning with delight. She began sucking her mother's tits while her step-father straddled Joan's face and lowered his stiff cock into her mouth, bending over, facing Betty, so his prick could go all the way inside his wife's mouth.
"Do it baby," he whispered excitedly.
Joan took hold of his awesome shaft and began licking the exposed glans, which were oozing pre-cum sauce, the watery mixture being scooped up by Joan's pointed little tongue, then swallowed, the soothing mixture running down her throat, her body tingling.
Holding onto both buttocks to position himself and keep his balance on the bed. young Bruce pressed the head of his pulsating cock against Betty's puckered asshole.
He couldn't enter her. She was resisting.
"Open up. Sis," he said impatiently. "I've got something good and big for you!"
Betty nearly died with excitement.
Her mother's hand slipped down between their pressing bellies and began reaming Betty's clit button. The thirteen-year-old moaned ecstatically, her hips grinding into her mother's.
Joan sucked up and down Phil's giant shaft while he leaned over and kissed his step-daughter, the two of them with arms awkwardly interlocked, their bodies gyrating with pleasure as Bruce prepared to enter her butt.
"Suck, suck, suck, suck," Phil persisted, his wife doing as he asked.
Betty chewed on her mother's erect and red nipples, the blood pressing against her lips, her teeth lashing out against the tit-flesh, her tongue rolling over the swollen flesh, leaving in it wake a viscous trail of saliva which made her mother sigh with disbelief. She was actually about to fuck her own daughter! What more could a sexually liberated woman ask?
Bruce pumped his cock until it was thoroughly hard and then rammed it against his thirteen-year-old sister's ripe young asshole, piercing her rectum finally and making Betty buck and struggle on the bed. Joan took her arms and pinned her down on top of herself. Betty's mouth tightly pressed against Joan's tits.
Betty watched as her mother pulled back the foreskin of her father's achingly huge dong, stretching it back from the moist, dark-colored head. She trembled with anticipation as if it were her tongue reaching out to touch the very tip of the man's schlong.
A pleasant shock went through Phil as he felt her tongue touch the little pulsating hole at the tip of his organ. He sat on his haunches, enjoying the growing excitement in his loins, a mad grin on his flushed face.
He watched as her tongue glided over his cockhead, her long fingers clutching lightly at his swollen, cum-charged balls as she licked. He felt his nuts being sucked into her mouth, being sucked and chewed like candy!
His cock was covered with nerve-busting, lava-like heat as his elongated cock slid easily in and out of his wife's mouth. Betty was amazed to find it slipping in and out-all of it!-of her mother's avidly sucking mouth.
Excited beyond words, Betty remembered where her brother was, his cock in hand, poised at the threshold of her asshole. She screamed with joy and humped her ass back against the boy's slender member.
"Christ!" she heard him whimper as she slammed against his cock shaft, shoving his deliciously stiff cock up her butt hole, throwing them both into an abyss of mindless cock and ass sensations as she went up and down on the lad's strong prick.
Her flailing body beat a swift tattoo against her brother's trembling loins. Bruce held onto her as if he were riding a maverick, his hips pressing in unison against her ass cheeks, his balls slapping loudly against her buttocks, electric-like charges shooting up and down his gorged shaft.
"Aiiiii!" he moaned with excitement and pleasure.
Betty then fell over on her back alongside her mother, her cunt juice spread over her young thighs, her cunt lips quivering. The boy's cock slipped out of her asshole with a "pop" just in time before breaking the poor boy's staff in half!
It was so sudden he didn't know what hit him. The expression on his face made them all laugh.
"Hey," he cried out indignantly. "What the hell's going on here, Sis?"
Then he stared, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, at his sister's adorable cunt gash, her finely shaped thighs spread wide apart, waiting. It looked like a mouth waiting to devour him whole. Her adolescent pussy stared him straight in the face. He leaned down, pressing his face, against her twat, hooking his arms around her thighs, keeping them as wide apart as possible.
He .stuck out his tongue, stretching it to cover the mere inch that separated his face from his sister's yawning chasm of delight. The pulsating mouth of her cunt hung open loosely, the pink, mucoused inner pussy flesh dripping with excitement as creamy fluids spurted from her slit, the button-like clitoris looking huge and bulbous at the entrance of her hole.
He heard the murmur of amazement from Betty as she witnessed the unusual length of his tongue stretch over to reach" the distance between her cunt and his mouth. A trickle of her fragrant juice slowly seeped down the center of his tongue as she began producing more and more fuck juice.
He felt the saucy mixture spread over his face as Betty suddenly pressed the back of his head downward, mashing his face against her running gash. His nose, mouth and eyes filled with her fuck juice as his tongue instantly began probing deep within her mushy cunt.
A veritable flood of her fuck juices had the boy drowning in her adolescent pussy as she came in a rush of desire, moaning with pleasure, her body writhing on the bed.
He struggled to pull air into his young lungs, his face turning purple with effort as Betty kept his face firmly pinned against her cumming pussy. Betty came again and again, her mind and body reeling with delight, her hands flailing the air, her ass pumping up and down off the mattress.
Joan, the cock still in her mouth, smiled at her husband and he smiled back, his hands fondling her. tits as he positioned himself so that he was facing Joan, his cock sliding deliciously in and out of her mouth.
He reached under the pillow and in his hand was a dildo, only one much bigger and more ornate than the one he used on Betty. This one was rubber, the exact replica of a man's erect phallus, even to the protruding veins, supposedly gorged with blood, the cockhead enlarged like a giant mushroom.
The balls were hairy and swollen, wrinkled like his own nuts. He poised the dildo at the entrance of his wife's creaming cunt, then pressed it up inside her. She let out a yelp, his cock falling from her mouth. Then he struck her, taking his cock in hand and forcing it back inside her mouth.
He rammed the dildo all the way up her cavernous cunt, then extracted his own member and pumped that too into her cunt, side by side with the rubber phallus, filling her completely.
She moaned and groaned with the pleasure-pain sensations, enjoying the forcefulness of his shoving, his own hips working rhythmically, filling her completely, in and out, in and out ... over and over ... in and out. Joan heaved her two breasts in the air, fondling and caressing them, feeling their weight, the nipples erect and glowing like two miniature candles. She squeezed and tweaked her erect orbs, feeling the tit grooves, circling over her nipples, making them burn like fire.
She came once, twice, thrice as Phil kepi ramming his cock and the dildo, side by side, into her cunt. She creamed at a prodigious rate, spilling her juices over the sheets, soaking them, the fragrance of her pussy filling the air.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, her throat burning, her arms pressed to her sides, her hands working over her tits, exciting herself.
Bruce brought his thirteen-year-old sister to another climax, then, choking, he pulled away from her tight grasp and quickly lifted her up off the bed, wriggling close enough to her butt to insert his huge organ.
"Ohhhhhh shit yesss!" Betty sighed, watching his slim, agile body spring into action as he fell on top of her, his pelvis slamming against her, his cock entering her, he pressed hard against her, their flesh pressed tight together.
His bulbous cockhead felt like a solid electric bulb lighting up inside her ass walls expanded to take in his heady shaft. It felt like a flag pole was being thrust up her steaming asshole. She screamed with the pain and Bruce slapped her across the face, then took her roughly by the hair and brought her head up, pressing his lips against hers. They kissed hungrily as his fingernails raked her skull.
He slammed his loins hard against her butt, his huge cock going into her all the way to the hilt. It was like a burning torch inside her shit tube.
Bruce loved the hot feel of his sister's steaming asshole. His cock pulled all the way out of her, then slammed automatically back inside. Tears of joy and pain, the two sensations deliciously mixed, ran down Betty's face. She beat her brother's shoulders with her fists, then raked her fingernails down his back, her body pressed close to his, his prick working steadily inside her.
She wanted to scream, to run away from all this craziness, yet she knew she couldn't. She was inexorably bound to these family games now, her life was meant for nothing else.
Turning to one side she was able to see, though just barely, as a red haze was now covering her eyes like a mist, her step-father insert the bulbous cockhead of his dildo into her mother's rectum. She watched it disappear inside the puckered hole, her mother yelping like a dog in heat.
Bruce had his back arched inward, his belly thrust forward, his head bent back nearly double, his long hair showering over his shoulders. His teeth were tightly clenched together, gritted as if in pain but in reality it was because of the wondrous sensations now pulsating through his adolescent loins.
His cock thickened tremendously, lengthening almost a half inch as he felt her hot entrails sucking him in further and further. He pressed hard against her prostrate and she screamed out in ecstasy, her cunt creaming like never before.
"Do it to me," she screamed with delight, his hot pecker slamming again and again into her hot little butt hole. "Fuck my ass right off! Do it, do it, do it, do it!"
He slammed into her with such force he threw her back against the bed board, her mind reeling, her body feeling as if it were suspended in mid-air, high above the clouds, in total bliss.
She looked down and watched as her twelve-year-old brother adroitly slammed his cock into her, just a bit at a time, then all the way up her butt then withdrawing it for a few seconds before shoving back in, either partially or all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, his pubes tickling her buttock flesh.
"Shit, Jesus...." he moaned, rotating his cock like a drill inside her juicy ass. "Christ that's good ... wow! Ohhhh my God, yeahhhhh, mmmmmmmmm ... ohhhhhh baby ... ohhh shit, Betty, ohhhh shit...."
He came, spraying her insides with his precious cum sauce, which was the hottest sensation Betty had ever experienced. The boy's lava-like fluid was like a gummy, slimy snake as it crawled up her butt, mashing against her prostrate, making her squirm with desire, the pleasure sensation enveloping every part of her female body.
She too came.
They clutched one another, his cock shooting wad after steaming hot wad into her inner butt flesh, until it oozed out of the corners of her hole, down his shaft, collecting among his pubes, rolling in great thick drops down his balls, dripping onto the sheets, soaking the bed beneath them.
They writhed in total abandon, their bodies sweating like pigs. Steam rose from their animalistic movements and they howled like a dog baying at the full moon.
Phil pushed the dildo into his wife until she finally reached orgasm, her body twitching and fluttering like a little bird. She could hardly stand it, it was so good.
Joan yearned to hold her daughter, give her comfort and pleasure. But for the moment she was too involved with the enjoyment of her incredible cum, her cunt flowing like a raging river.
Joan seemed to increase the spectacular enjoyment of her own enjoyment by eagerly watching from the corner of her eye the full joy her own daughter was receiving at the able hands of her step-son. It was a joy to watch them as they squirmed and writhed on the bed, their bodies locked in bodily ecstasy.
Phil was getting a charge from them as well, the sound of their moans and groans like music to his ears. If only we had started this years ago, he thought, as he felt the semen begin to bubble and cook in his testicles. He would be cumming shortly, there were no two ways about that, he knew.
He masturbated himself with one hand as he kept shoving the dildo with the other, until his wife's screams turned to moans, then sighs, then something less distinct, her eyelids fluttering, her body in spastic convulsions.
"Stop," she moaned ... "Please ... please, Phil. PHILLLLL!"
But Phil wouldn't let up. lie plowed the huge phallus into her until she was creaming at an absolutely incredible rate, her thighs sticky with her female gism. She begged him to stop, too tired to move, but he refused He reveled in her discomfort, having experienced it vicariously before, while whipping her and having her suck him off at the same time.
He knew she was eager to make love to her daughter, but he was content to tease her, his cock pointed at her as he flailed his fist over it enticingly. She bucked and tried to get away from him but he held her in place with the dildo. pressing in and out of her with such speed it kept her constantly pinned down to the bed.
"Please. Phil, it's too much. Jesus it's too fucking much ... Phil, listen to me, please, ohhhhhhh, ouch. ouch! ... stop ... please!"
Phil just wouldn't let up.
Meanwhile, Betty had come for the umpteenth time, her body tired yet strangely invigorated as if she could never stop her brother's cock from fucking her, and not wanting to if she could.
"So motherfucking tight!" he said, his ass hopping excitedly off the bed, his cock going in and out in blur-like motions, giving her the maximum pressure of his tumescent shaft.
It was a miracle she could still breathe!
Finally, Phil let up and allowed his wife to get up and reach for Betty's shoulder, grabbing a tit instead, but holding on for dear life, as if Phil were going to take Betty away from her forever.
"Not yet!" Bruce cried out, his voice tight and excited. He was nearing ejaculation and he didn't want his step-mother to ruin it for him by pulling Betty away from him too quickly.
First things first. He had to cum!
His cock seemed to grow even larger inside her butt. Ass juices streamed down from the corners of her shit tube opening, lubricating his already fluid fuck motions.
He gave her every inch he had, and it proved to be more than enough. Betty came, her body burning in ecstasy. Her cries of passion turned to gurgles in her throat, as if she were gargling with a mouthwash.
Still, Bruce remained hard inside her and Betty knew he would remain so until he reached yet another orgasm. He wasn't going to give his sister up to his step-mother's lascivious passions just yet!
"Ohhhhh, Betty, here it comes...." he groaned, his face tightening as the pressure in his cock shaft increased and became almost painful.
"Soak me, Brucie ... give me all you've got ... fuck me ... ohhhh shit!" she yelped, her hands flailing the air as her ass squirmed and hopped up and down off the soaked mattress.
He climaxed like thunder inside her aching asshole.
They were both surprised at the amount of jizz he still had stored inside his plump nuts. The wads were as thick and juicy as before, but he more than compensated for this with vicious fuck strokes that Betty thought would surely slice her right in half.
A few seconds after Bruce came; Betty reached orgasm, his fingers tantalizing her creaming cunt, inching in and out of her at the same rhythm in which his burgeoning erection ran in and out of her running butt. They both lay on the bed, he on top of her. she running her fingers lazily through his hair. With a groan of pain he lifted his ass up and extracted his limp dick. She sighed as it slipped warmly and wetly from her twat. Gism dripped off the flaccid penis, running down his shrunken balls and streaming down his thighs.
"Christ that was good!" he breathed, bathed in sweat.
"You were terrific, Brucie," she sighed, her heart beginning to lessen its steady pounding.
"I've never known anyone to cum so many times in a row like that!"
"That's my boy!" Phil exclaimed proudly. "Come to your Mom," Joan said, arms outstretched.
Bruce and Phil looked at one another and smiled.
"Go to it!" Bruce said, sitting cross legged on the bed, already pumping on his cock, ready to masturbate while Betty had a go with her mother.
Phil's cock slowly grew erect as he eyed his daughter's sweet little ass, wondering how he could get at it while the two women made love.
As if echoing his father's exact thoughts, Bruce thought, watching his sister snuggle up to their mother: what a beautiful ass Sis has!
Bruce gasped with delight as he watched his mother kiss Betty, their mouths joined as one, their tongues darting into one another's orifice, licking, flicking like tiny snakes, sucking on their fleshy tongues, running them over gums, teeth and inner cheeks.
Then Joan gently pushed Betty's head to her snatch, her legs already wide apart as she reclined on the bed, Phil waiting anxiously in back of his stepdaughter, the man's cock hard and huge looking.
Bruce lay with his head facing the foot of the bed, so that he could see all the wondrous cunt action as his thirteen-year-old sister dropped her tongue into the searing caldron of her mother's pussy.
Joan moaned with pleasure, her eyes half closed, her free hand wandering lightly over her own breasts, feeling the nipples harden as they gorged with blood.
"Suck me dry, sweetheart," Joan sighed, her body tingling all over. "You're tongue is so sweet tasting, and warm as toast.:."
Betty tasted the bananas-and-cream mixture flowing from her mother's cavernous cunt. The girl paused to stare into the heavenly pit, female gism dripping from her hot lips. She was thrilled by the sight of the woman's rather large clitoris which shone with cunt juice like a beacon in the night.
Betty dipped her tongue down into the saucy mix and scooped up a mouthful of delicious tasting gism, her head moving in and out as she dug deeper and deeper with her shovel-like tongue. Flicking and sucking, she quickly brought Joan to climax, despite the woman's practiced ability to hold off her orgasm, allowing the man to come several times if necessary before she let herself go.
But this time it was different. After all, she thought, it's not everyday that a woman can enjoy the intimate licking of her own daughter's beautiful tongue!
"Mmmmmmmmm," Betty moaned, rejoicing in the wonderful tastiness of her dear mother's dripping cum juice.
"Do you like it?" her mother asked, combing her long shapely fingers through her daughter's sweat-stained hair.
Betty merely bobbed her head up and down to signify a definite yes. Her body was overrun with the sensations beginning to fully erupt in her young cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Phil flailed over his stiff prong, bringing it to its maximum thickness, increasing its impressive length with every swift shaft-stroke.
She then realized with a flash of pleasure what her step-father intended to do. She wiggled her ass as if to signal the man that she wanted nothing, more in the world than for him to stick his blood-gorged phallus into the warm inner depths of her now-aching asshole.
Phil got the message and began inching his way toward his beautiful young step-daughter at the same moment that Joan reached underneath to pull the girl on top of her so she could share in the feminine licking and sucking of cunts.
But Phil wasn't worried. As Bruce continued masturbating, his eyes bright as lamps, watching his sister go to town on his mother's cunt, the man adjusted the two prone bodies him so that he could enter Betty from behind as Joan began sucking on her rich-flavored young thatch channel.
"Ohhhhhh shit," Bruce murmured, smiling in anticipation at the show about to be put on, as if for his sole pleasure and enjoyment. His hand was a blur over his erect cock.
Slam!
Phil's cock entered Betty's asshole in one earth-shattering thrust that sent vicious waves of pain through the thirteen-year-old's excited body.
Silently, Betty wept, yet a strange and not unpleasant tingling sensation whipped through her as she saw her step-father pick up the dildo, then drop it in favor of ... the whip.
He pounced his heavy shaft into her nonstop while Joan feasted on the young pussy, her gism-stained lips moving as if silently praying. She swallowed eagerly, smacking her lips in approval.
Then Phil was suddenly holding the whip in his hand, his arm raised to strike Betty's bare back. She cringed in terror, wincing with the pain she expected momentarily to feel.
Phil struck her once, twice, three times, and Betty cried out in agony.
CHAPTER FIVE
Then she climaxed, the pain increasing her. pleasure immeasurably.
Her ass was on fire, but now Betty had learned to revel in the pain, let it wash over her like the sea washes over the beach. Her every muscle screamed with pain and her flesh like it had been singed in a tire, but she was enjoying it, yes.
Joan motioned for her step-son to come closer to her. He pretended at first not to notice her. He half closed his eyes, too intent on jerking off to want to stop, even for a few seconds.
Then Joan began running her curled tongue invitingly over her lips, making them glisten enticingly. Still Bruce decided to ignore her. Then she inserted her middle finger and started sucking on it, pushing it in and out of her mouth as if it were a thin little cock.
Bruce's cock began pulsating. He slid over on his ass, still keeping one hand pumping on his rigid phallus, and poised it in front of her mother's mouth, lowering his crotch so she wouldn't have to strain her neck to reach it.
Then he began to torture.
He kept his hard thick cock mere inches from her wet lips, enjoying her struggle to try to stretch and reach it. Phil smiled as he watched his son tease his wife. He rammed into Betty's steaming, aching butt hole, his strokes sure and practiced.
Joan was almost there but not quite. She had to have her son's cock, she just had to! She already had her daughter feasting from her cunt as she tweaked Betty's clit, her husband inserting a finger up her ass as he continued butt fucking Betty.
But there was more. She had to have the boy's hard pecker in her mouth to suck on while she rammed a middle digit up his young and desirable ass. That would increase her already tremulously building climax invaluably.
"Please, baby," she moaned, trying to make a grab for the boy's prick, but he was quick and artful enough to elude her, laughing hysterically. He was loving his step-mother's annoyance. He flailed away at his cock, tempting her.
She was dying to touch him, to feel his hard essence in her mouth, his sweating little body in her arms....
"Come on, Bruce, enough is enough ... Phil will you tell your son...."
Phil burst out laughing. Bruce was nearly in tears.
Joan started to get up but clearly couldn't she was pinned down by Betty who in turn was pinned down by her step-father. It was frustrating.
I'll kill that boy! She thought maliciously.
He dangled his thick member in front of her face, whipping the pre-cum dribbles onto her forehead. Her tongue ran over her lips again and she moaned.
"Brucie ... BRUCIE!"
"Something wrong, Mom?" he asked innocently, breaking out into a big grin.
"You little monster!" He took the whip from his father's hand and struck her across the breasts. Joan screamed. "Again," she cried. He hit her twice again. "Yes!"
Bruce was terribly turned on now. He couldn't stand teasing his mother anymore. He lowered his cock into her mouth, straddling her face, his balls bouncing on her chin, the smooth skin feeling hot and desirable.
She scooped his balls up in her palm and squeezed them until he yelped with pain.
"Next time don't tease your mother!" she gave him another angry squeeze.
"Okay! Okay!"
She stopped and sucked his cock shaft into her mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"That's more like it!" he sighed, resting on her chest while Betty hungrily ate from her steaming pussy.
Phil slowly extracted his cock from Betty's young ass and inserted it into her thirteen-year-old cunt, her ass juice on his shaft lubricating his motions, which were further lubricated once her cunt juices started to flow.
"Wow!" Betty said, her voice thick, her mouth full of her mother's creamy gism.
She moaned once then dove her mouth into the pink redolence of Joan's achingly good tasting pussy channel.
"Suck it, Mommy!" Bruce squealed, Joan running her tongue up and down her twelve-year-old son's cock shaft.
"Mmmmmmmm," she replied, giving his dick numerous tongue slashings.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Jesus is that ever it!!"
She smiled at his adolescent excitement, her tongue flashing and flicking, delighting Bruce's senses.
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Phil extracted his burning cock from his step-daughter's creamy, white, hot pussy and bent down, parting her ass cheeks. He cleaned her ass crevice, which was viscously running with cum sauce and ass juices, with his pointed tongue. She moaned with delight.
Then he concentrated on her puckered little asshole which resembled a flower about to bloom. She tasted sweet and salty, like bananas and cream. She was delicious.
Then he pried open her butt, hole and inserted her tongue, all the way to the root. His lips pressed against her asshole, kissing her crevice and the puckered little flower, making her tremble excitedly.
His tongue went way up inside her and was instantly grasped by her surprisingly strong ass muscles which worked themselves around the fleshy invader as if embracing it.
"Oh shit, what a hole!" Phil said, his voice sounding muffled as his tongue wedged itself further up his step-daughter's wondrous shit hole.
Seeing what his father was doing, Bruce turned himself around, his cock corkscrewing inside his mother's mouth like a thick swizzle-stick, so that his ass was directly over her face.
Then he roughly pulled out his cock and began masturbating again, rising only to fall onto his mother's mouth, her lips pressing against the crevice that separated his smooth ass cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Yesssssss," Bruce groaned, throwing his head back as the woman's tongue entered his hole, Bruce prying open his butt with both hands underneath himself.
He watched her breasts bob on her chest in rhythm to. the tongue spiraling up his shit channel.
He grimaced as if in pain but actually he was in a much different sphere of sensations. Pleasurable ones to be sure. He yelped as her I tongue slimed over his hot prostrate.
His hand flailed over his stiff organ, his fingers wrapped around the tumescent shaft, his bulbous mushroom-shaped cockhead spurting little bits of watery pre-cum, just waiting for the moment to run amuck.
He masturbated astride her face as she licked him out, eating out his asshole, probing deeper and deeper ... and deeper still. He could feel the distinct cum sensations swelling up inside his sperm sacs. There was no telling what was about to happen.
He began hopping up and down on her chest, her head pounding the pillow each time he came back down, her shoulders feeling ready to crack in two from the weight of his ecstatic movements.
She removed the tongue from inside his steaming asshole, then flicked it against his puckered hole. This thrilled the twelve-year-old more than words could convey.
"Shittttt," he said tightly, eyes closed as if in pain, his chest muscles tightly ribboned across his thin boyish chest. "Ohhhhh Mommy this is it ... shit I can feel it cumming up from by aching, cumm-making balls ... up my shaft ... shit look at it grow so, thick, and long! Jesus H. Christ I don't ... think ... I can stand it! Help meeeeeee!"
He jerked his hand up and down his cockshaft in rhythm to his 'mother's tongue as it slithered like a delicious snake over his entrails.
"I'm dimming." he cried. Her tongue drilled all the way back up his butt.
"I'm cumming ... cumming ... cumming!"
She fondled his plump balls, feeling the vibrations within.
"I'm fucking cumming ... wowwwwwwww!"
Spunk shot out of his gaping piss slit as he yelped with pleasure. His body was in seventh heaven, sending wondrous sex signals to every part of him, signals of joy and immeasurable pleasure.
"Aggggrrrr! Mannnnnn! Wowwwww! Shittttttt!" he cried.
He bounced and twitched and writhed and jumped, sending wads of cum completely off the bed, over to the other side where they slapped wetly onto the floor, forming little puddles around the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Tears ran down his downy cheeks.
He pumped his beet-red cock like a madman, juice flying all over the room, splattering against walls, on Joan's thighs, in Betty's hair, on her back and ass and on Phil's hands, which were pressed on either side of his step-daughter's fine young hips.
"Shit!"
Cum flew in every direction. It seemed the room was swimming in it. Betty saw him cumming. sperm shooting like white glistening stars from the tip of his prick, and scooped some up with the end of her finger, eagerly eating it while she licked her lips clean of her mother's more watery cum fluid.
"Sock it to me, Mom!" Bruce cried, his ass wriggling in a dance of sheer ecstasy.
She pressed her middle finger against his young asshole and just as he was almost finished cumming she rammed it up inside him, her tongue following right alongside. The boy's tight hole gave in and took them both, he writhed with pleasure, giving the last brief moment's of his orgasm another sharp pleasure-pain pang of delight, accentuating its strength. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" young Bruce screamed.
Cum spotted the other's flesh, hot to the touch, when Bruce finished climaxing. He was as dry as the desert.
Then his strength gave way and he collapsed next to his mother, his now limp cock dangling wetly from his loins. The hairs glistened with spent cum.
"Man that was good," he said weakly, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, feeling the slimy essence of his twelve-year-old adolescent body underneath, soaking the sheets and rubbing against his back and thighs.
"You were wonderful," Joan said affectionately, running her shapely fingers through his hair.
"But I didn't do anything!" Bruce replied.
Joan's face tightened as her impending orgasm was upon her.
"Oh yes you did, sweetheart...." she said thickly, her face turning bright red.
"What?" he asked, puzzled, excited by her approaching orgasm.
"You ... made ... me ... so ... excited," she panted, rising from her prone position on the bed as Phil's finger excited her clit, reaming it with mercy.
"You ... were ... exciting to ... watch humping up and down like that, your cute little spunk wads flying all over the room ... shit ... ohhhhh Phil you're the best ... honest to Christ that's good!"
A part of her seemed to burst and she saw stars.
Cum ran from her cunt as he pressed against her clit button, tweaking it repeatedly, making it ring like a divine bell.
"PHILLLLLL!"
She came like never before. His finger was like an electrical current running through her at break-neck speed.
Betty was alongside her mother, so that Joan was sandwiched between her daughter and step-son. The thirteen-year-old raving beauty had cum several times in a row, each one better than the last. Her body was exhausted, not used to this non-stop sex game.
All she could do was wait for her step-father to cum inside her dripping vagina as he continued finger-fucking his wife. Joan rippled with another orgasm, fire melting her bones.
Her cunt muscles pulled the man's finger inside, not letting go. He had to pull very hard to extract the digit, even long enough to just plunge it all the way back in, making her weep with pleasure and pain, her ass aching like a motherfucker.
Bruce reached over and grabbed the dildo.
He slammed it against his mother's exposed butt, her ass hopping like a rabbit up and down the soaked mattress, and she screamed, nearly shattering their eardrums.
"Christ that's unbelievable!" she screeched.
Bruce picked up tempo, in gear with his father's finger-fucking motions until Joan didn't know whether she was cumming (which she was!) or going....
Her mind sizzled as her body burned. She writhed and jerked spasmodically, heavy pleasure vibrations ripping through her tortured frame. She loved it!
Phil could feel the time was coming. His balls contracted and tightened, his hairs dripping her cum juice. His daughter's cunt was still the tightest he had ever known, yet it was beginning, just beginning, to expand. In a few months of vigorous fucking she wouldn't be the same girl.
He dreaded the thought of her cunt expanding but not the idea of fucking her to inadvertently make that happen.
"No more," Joan screamed, actually meaning just the opposite.
With his free hand, the precocious twelve-year-old boy took the whip and began beating his mother's creamy cunt lips, while his father continued fucking her. He was getting some of the sting of the whip and knew that his orgasm would improve tremendously from the delicious tickling sensations of the whip, just barely touching his shaft each time it slashed over the woman's upper labia.
He pounded into her like the world was about to end. She moaned and screamed and begged for him to stop, then suddenly began urging him on, her body in a delicious turmoil, her mind numb.
"Motherfuckers!" Phil cried, snapped his head back.
Betty then felt her cunt turn red hot as the man ejaculated inside her, his cum sauce mixing with her own, forming a spicy smelling mix that ran down her thighs.
"Fuck me!" Joan moaned.
Bruce gave the dildo one final shove and Joan came, bursting into tears and moaning: "Beautiful!"
Phil extracted his finger from his wife's cunt and collapsed on Betty's chest, his mouth taking in one of her erect tits.
He moaned like an animal in heat, sucking her tit like a baby. He came in waves inside her, wads clogging her up, her clit button ringing nonstop.
She joined in his pleasure by cumming herself, her climax taking her by surprise, sending her to heaven and back.
Bruce was becoming so excited again he began rubbing his cock against Joan's wet, silky pubic hairs, giving himself an instant erection. He came the exact moment Phil reached his second consecutive orgasm inside his step-daughter's flowing cuntal membrane.
Phil pounded her vagina several times more, until he was completely spent.
They all untangled themselves and gave sighs of relief and satisfaction. Their bodies ached, satisfied.
Phil was surprised, looking at his watch, that they had been at it for hours.
"I think it's about time for bed, kids." He yawned.
Already half asleep, Bruce and Betty went to their rooms, their clothes trailing behind them.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mom!" Bruce called. No answer. "Mom!"
He ran upstairs, in a hurry to go for a swim at the public pool. Under his jeans he wore a skin tight pair of bathing briefs. He continued calling for Joan until he stopped and listened and heard the shower in his mother's bedroom.
"Mom, I need some money ... Mom!" The bathroom door was unlocked. Steam enveloped him as he entered the bathroom. Even though it was over 80 degrees outside his mother had to have her hot shower.
"Yes dear?" she called over the noise of running water.
She rubbed moisture from the glass shower stall and saw her son standing there, bare chested, his jeans clinging to his slim body. She felt a sudden need to hold him. to....
"Yes, dear?" she repeated, brushing wet strands of hair from her dripping face. She lowered the pressure of the water.
"Mom, I need some ... some...." he had gone suddenly tongue-tied. This happened every time he saw his mother naked, as she was now, standing with the stall door open, steam flowing out in wispy clouds, the mirror clouded over.
"Come closer...." she said, motioning with her hand.
Water dripped from her pointed nipples. He saw she was aroused. Despite their constant they could still turn each other on at the slightest provocation.
He walked toward her, feeling his loins tremble, his cock stiffen.
"I-I thought I'd go swimming but I need a " couple of ... bucks...." He stood there before her and she watched as the swelling at his crotch grew larger, his cock shaft snaking down his upper thigh.
Her heart began pounding, as did his. He watched the quick rising and falling of her tits, the swollen tit flesh dripping with little beads of water, the nipples red and pouting. He wanted to reach out and touch her. They stood inches apart.
Joan reached out and grabbed the boy's crotch, squeezing it until he closed his eyes and leaned against her breasts, his arms going around her wet waist. He nestled his head between her mountainous boobs and sighed, his cock hard and aching for release. It pressed against her thighs, her dripping muff making a damp spot just below his waist.
She squeezed and cupped his crotch, feeling the tightening of his member until it was fully hard. Bruce began sweating, partly because of the hot bathroom and partly because of his growing excitement. It never failed to amaze him how thrilled he could get at the mere sight of his mother's well shaped body. Perhaps because it was his step-mother, not his real mother. He couldn't remember his real mother. She had died when he was quite young.
Her hand slid under the tight pants, across his buttocks, to his moist ass crack where she tried to slip in her middle finger, but to no avail. The pants and briefs make access to his crack too difficult.
Instead she cupped his chin in her palm and they kissed, she leaning down so that her tits swung like two cantaloupes within reach of his trembling fingers.
He grabbed one tit and with his other hand grabbed a fistful of her pubic hairs and pulled, making her cry out with joy.
"My baby boy!" she cooed, as if Bruce were truly her real son, not that she ever thought differently of him. They were too close for that.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned into his ear, biting his lobe.
"Why don't you take a shower with me instead of going swimming?" Joan asked him, her lips gluing against his, her tongue journeying inward.
He pulled away to say, "But it's too hot, Mom, it's fucking hot outside you know."
They both laughed at Joan's like of hot showers, no matter what the temperature was outside.
"Well I can always adjust the temperature, though I can't promise it still won't get hot for you...."
They both laughed.
She increased the pressure of the water and lowered the temperature to suit the boy.
"Undress, sweetheart." She-got back in the stall and watched him strip.
He was so turned on he nearly fell when taking off Ins pants, nearly breaking his neck.
She laughed. "We have all the time in the world, baby. Nothing like a little sex in the early afternoon!"
"You bet!"
His cock was perfectly outlined against the rather flimsy fabric of his striped swim briefs.
"I'll have to buy you a new pair of trunks, sweetheart, can't have all the girls clambering all over you, can we?"
"Why not?" the boy said, giggling, slipping out of his briefs.
His pale cock was in sharp contrast to his tan, which he had acquired in the past few days, lounging in the sun now that school was over for the summer. Betty, too, had a nice tan. Joan, however, was still rather pale. She didn't tan well.
His cock head was bulbous and purplish, a think trickle of watery pre-cum oozing from the tip.
He stepped gingerly into the shower, as it was slightly slippery with soapy water. They quickly embraced and he rubbed his loins purposefully into her muff. They kissed hungrily, their lips meshed together, water spraying over them, running down her pale body and his tanned back.
"Ohhhh you smell so good, Mom," he cooed, his tongue running over her cheek, her shoulders. He cleaned her like a cat.
"Hold me tight, sweetheart, I mean really tight!"
They pressed against one another and she felt the oozing tip of his cock rub against her moist labia, exciting her, making her crotch itch with desire. She could never get enough of her adorable little son.
She looked down and gasped. His cock was so big! It was standing up like a tower from between his shimmering thighs, hairless but dotted with running water.
She reached down and parted his cheeks apart with her middle digit, letting it run down between his buttocks, reaming his crack, feeling his puckering asshole open and contract excitedly as she made contact with it, prying apart his cheeks so the water could more easily run down it, making him squirm with delight.
The water was just the right temperature. Not too hot and not too cool.
"Let me was you," Joan said, taking a bar of soap from the holder affixed to the tiled wall.
"Then I'll wash you! Hey, we've never done that before!"
"The family that washes together stays together," his mother joked.
She washed his hair and face, tenderly massaging his cheeks with the flat of her palms, making them rosy red under the tan. Then she worked downwards, starting at his shoulders.
"You have a gorgeous little body for a young boy, Bruce," she admired. "Not a scratch on it and so smooth, except for that delightful patch of pubic hair on your cock and ... yes, under your armpits too! My little boy is really growing up!"
"Yeah, so's my cock." The tip of it pressed between her labia and managed to slip inside just a trace, just pressing against her enlarged clitoris, sending an instant wave of pleasure through her body.
"Now, now, not so fast ... must learn to be patient...."
She got on her knees and washed his chest and reached behind to soap his back, his body beginning to tremble with anticipation.
"Soon, soon," she whispered.
Then she got to his cock. She took his balls gently in her hands, squeezing them and testing their weight. They were filled to the brim with life-giving cum. She yearned to taste his heady essence.
She soaked his cock shaft, her fingers tracing its length, feeling its thickness, the veins protruding, gorged with blood, waiting ... waiting....
"Mom, suck it," he moaned, his groin pressing against her hand. She remembered how he teased her that night weeks ago. A smile spread over her face.
"In a little while. I want to get you good and hot, Brucie...."
"But I am hot, Mom, hot for your creamy cunt," he protested, his voice reduced to a whine.
"Sssshhhh now ... be patient ... be patient."
"Shit," he muttered.
She ran her fingers up and down his thick shaft, feeling it jerk spasmodically against her. Another ooze of cum slipped out of his piss slit. He was almost there....
She turned him around and soaped his asshole, her finger cleaning inside his butt.
"Ohhhhh shit," the boy said under his breath, leaning on one of the tiled walls for support. His other hand was on the top of Joan's head; he was trying desperately to guide her straight to his cock, to have her hot lips pressing upon his gorged member.
But Joan wouldn't touch his cock to her lips. Not yet.
"Please," he muttered under his breath, moaning with anticipation.
Joan's soapy hands left the boy's buttocks and cock and went further down his smooth, tanned body. She ran her fingers over his thighs, noting that already muscles were forming, he was becoming muscular. She sighed, think: My baby boy is growing up, even though she had only known him since he was barely eleven years old.
"Suck me," he groaned, his fingers running through her wet, stringy hair.
"Soon...."
"Now!"
"Soon...."
"Ohhh Mommy please!" he wailed. "Don't do this to me!"
"Ssssshhhh!"
"Please!"
"I said quiet!" She slapped him on the rear. He pulled her hair, trying, like a puppeteer with his marionette, to get her head at the right position, just in front of his cock, her mouth poised on his prick head.
She pushed him against the wall and pinned him by the waist.
"Okay, you asked for it!" With that she took his peter in her hand and began giving him the most strenuous hand-job he was ever to have in his life.
She tightly gripped his hard, hot phallus and began flailing it, her fist moving up and down, up and down, continuously.
His hands were waving in the air. She had taken him so completely by surprise with her tight fist-fucking that he could hardly catch his breath. He stood, weak kneed, his back pinned against the wet wall, water cascading like a waterfall above his head, water streaming down his body and dripping off his balls as they jumped like huge Mexican jumping beans as she pumped harder and faster.
"Shit not so ... HARD!"
He tried to pull away from her grasp but she was too strong for him. She was determined to teach him a lesson.
"Christ ... ohhhh Christ!" he wailed.
She held his cock so tight in her gloved fist that the skin was stretched to its limit over the shaft, his glans coming completely to view on the down-stroke, hidden in the up-stroke.
His prick shaft turned a bright red and the bulbous cockhead was a deep shade of purple, seeping watery droughts of pre-cum.
"Mommy please!"
"Please what?" she taunted him, staring up to him, her eyes mocking him, a sadistic grin on her face. Her expression frightened the boy, which was her intention. Pain and fear often lent a more pleasurable high when orgasm was reached. Bruce's would be tremendous.
"You like your mother to wank you off like this, don't you sweetheart?"
"Not so hard ... ohhh shit, Mom!"
"What's so hard, your cock or my fist fucking strokes?" she jested.
"Mom ... pleeassseeeeeee...." He grimaced with the aching pain emanating from his crotch. She was fucking him so hard he squinted with the pain, sharp tremors running through him.
"Mmmmmmmnn...." Joan licked his cock, while slowly doing on the downstroke. his glans miraculously coming to full view. She sighed, as if meeting a friend she hadn't seen for some time.
"Suck it," Bruce said between clenched teeth, his feet slipping on the floor, his legs giving in on him. As he slowly slid down, Joan kept a hard hold on his prick, lowering herself down at the same time until they were both sitting on the shower floor, rain tumbling down from the faucet.
She took the back of his head in her open palm and drew him to her, their lips meeting in ecstasy, his cock jerking tremulously inside her tightly closed fist.
"Shit," he squealed.
"Yesssss," she hissed, like a viper about to strike.
They kissed again, her tongue rushing into his open lips. He sucked on her tongue, his hands running over her tits, feeling the delicious mounds, tweaking her nipples, feeling the weight of her boobs.
Her hand was flying up and down his cock now. His shaft was getting thicker and thicker. She knew he was about to come. She hand fucked him even faster, his moist cock aching and desiring release.
The friction of her fist passing up and down his cock at such a speedy rate was making his poor prick feel like a lit torch. He tried to pull her hand away but she was too determined to give up that easy. She was easily sapping him of a greater part of his energy. He tried getting up but it was impossible. His legs were stiff and it seemed as if every ounce of his energy had been stolen from him.
"My fucking cock! OWwwwww!"
Joan laughed, a mad glint in her eyes.
"Mommy please ... please ... ohhhh shit I can feel it, I can really feel it. Fuck here is comes. Here it fucking comes ... Here, here, here, ohhhhhh Christ...."
Gism spurted out of his spasmodically jerking cock, spraying all over his step-mother's tits and crotch.
"SHITTTTT!"
He humped the floor, his ass hopping up and down like a rabbit. He squealed with delight, every muscle on fire, blood racing hotly through his veins.
His cock was hugely thick in her hand as she flailed him. He could hardly believe it himself as he stared downward, a smile of supreme pleasure on his face, his eyes half closed, moans issuing from his dry lips. He raised his face and water fell on it. His tongue ran over his lips. He groaned, calling: "Mommy, mommy, mommy...."
A warm feeling spread over her as she saw how pleasurable an experience this was turning out to be for her step-son. Just as she had planned. He was obviously loving every second of her fist-fucking.
Angels danced before his eyes. He could have cried with joy. He had never known such all absorbing pleasure before. It raged upward from his loins and quickly enveloped him in a blanket of absolute bliss. He wanted it to go on forever. He prayed to keep on cumming.
But unfortunately all good things have to come to an end. Bruce slumped back against the wall and watched his mother lick her sperm-stained cheek, where a thick glob of jizz had adhered to despite the running water.
"Man, that was good," he sighed, his heart still pounding heavily against his chest.
Joan rubbed the remaining spunk on the boy's belly and pubic hairs over his body, coating it in the viscous mixture. Then she began licking him all over, in ever-widening circles, her tongue like a shovel as she scooped his essence into her mouth.
She swallowed and smiled. He was delicious!
Her tongue went to his gaping piss slit and drilled quickly inside, rewarded by another fresh taste of his cum sauce. He was completely dry. But only for the moment.
"Now it's your turn," she said, spreading her legs wide apart and leaning back against the wall facing Bruce.
He took the cue and slid over to her, lying on the wet floor and going right for her clit with his pointed little tongue. She moaned ecstatically when he reamed it repeatedly, giving her the sharp pangs that could mean only one thing! orgasm.
Her cunt gates opened and out came a flood of juicy cum juice, filling the boy's eager mouth to the brim so that he had difficulty swallowing and at the same time tickling the tip of her clit button. Yet he managed!
"You delightful little boy," Joan moaned, her head turning from side to side, eyes closed, her hand resting on top of Bruce's head.
His nose pressed hard against her clit as his tongue journeyed deeper and deeper up her cunt channel. Her sharp orgiastic warning pangs were becoming sharper and sharper still. She writhed on the floor, her ass tracing circles on the wet floor.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed tremulously.
She pressed down on his head and he went further inside her. She was absolutely delicious! This is the best treat a boy could have, he thought merrily, lightly biting on her clit, making her squeal with joy. Her mushy cunt filled again with female gism, tantalizing the twelve-year-old.
"Suck me dry, you dirty little cunt kisser!"
He took her clit between his lips and sucked on it as if it were a teat. She loved it, her body on fire, unable to keep still for a moment.
"My God!" she cried.
Another fluid gust of female gism flooded her cunt channel, running into the eager twelve-year-old's mouth, soothing like the best of liquors, making each and every nerve end tingle with delight.
His cock, which was limp and dangling uselessly between his thighs, now sprung to life. She reached out and grabbed it, thrusting her fist up and down over it. Then he grabbed her by both legs and slid her downwards, the water rushing over them, and prepared to mount her.
By now his cock was ready for action. He knelt in front of her parted legs, his cock in hand, becoming harder and thicker as he flailed his fist over it, a glint of keen anticipation in his bright little eyes.
"Ohhhh," Joan said appreciatively, eying his thick and heady member.
Pulling her legs around his waist, his cock a mere half inch from her portal of ecstasy, Joan readily wrapped her legs around him, pressing her muff closer to his huge dong. She closed her eyes and let the shower water spill over her face.
"Do it," she murmured. "Fuck me, Brucie, sweetheart. Let me feel that delicious cock of yours slicing like a knife through my aching pussy. I'm so hot for you I can hardly stand it. My beautiful, beautiful little boy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His cock standing straight and tall, unaided by his hand as he needed them both to steady himself against her slippery body, the excited boy pressed his loins against her open, steaming pussy channel.
He pressed forward, lunging, and he was inside her, to the hilt.
She experienced a tremendous rush. Her head began spinning, her body seeming to run away from her. She moaned ecstatically, feeling his thick, slithery member inch up inside her like a huge snake. The pressure building up in her crotch was intense, rising to fill her body as he jabbed forward, thrusting his hard cock deep inside her. Then he rammed into her so hard her head hit the tiled wall and nearly made her unconscious. She mumbled incoherently, only aware of one thing: the wondrous feelings being produced solely because of his snake-like prick.
His cock dome, now the size and shape of a giant mushroom, pressed against her inner cuntal walls, his cock shaft pulsating right against her clit button. She moaned and groaned with the intense sexual feelings rushing pell-mell through her flaming twat.
He felt the water hit his back and run down, tingling the blonde hairs under his arms, running off his cock tube and between the crevice of his slim buttocks.
"Shittt," he exclaimed, her cunt muscles completely surrounding and pulling on his cock.
They drove him further inward, her viscous juices lubricating his adolescent desires, pressing him further and further toward his objective-the very inner bowels of her pussy.
His balls slapped a tattoo against her pubis, her musty muff tickling his pubic hairs. She looked down and saw his cock shaft go in, then out, of her steaming pussy hole. She gasped with delight to find herself juicing at a tremendous rate, an orgasm already building deep inside her, threatening to burst her in two.
"harder," she cried.
He kept his fluid pace, as if ignoring her. Her nails raked his back, drawing blood.
"Harder!"
He grimaced with the pain, moaning sensually.
"Harder, goddamn it!"
He pounded viscously into her, pressing her spine against the wall, her body arched inward as if in a fetal position.
"That's it!" she screamed, her voice sounding hollow and unreal in the confines of the shower stall, with the water rushing over both of them, their each and every scream and moan and sigh echoing inside the chamber, accentuating their pleasure, amplifying it.
"I love it!" Bruce cried delightedly, his cock feeling like a huge tower as it reamed against Joan's enlarged clitoris.
He never knew such exquisite pleasure before, knowing instinctively that his impending orgasm would be one of the most, if not the most intense, orgasm he would ever experience.
This thought made him pound into her with even more force, until she was pinned to the wall, unable to move a muscle, her body on fire, the water doing little to put out the flames reaching outward from her hot cunt.
"Shittttt! Fuckkkk! Jessuuussss!" she screamed, the sounds reverberating in their ears as they bounced off the four tiled walls.
Bruce felt her cunt quaking and sure enough she came, spurting cunt juice in a prodigious amount, running out of her portal, streaming down his cock shaft and dripping off his plump hairless balls.
"Fuck that's hot!" Bruce said, his balls opening and contracting, tightening against his cock root.
"My God!" she groaned, the heat becoming almost too intense.
She wailed with pleasure, her body thrashing and squirming under his, her breasts tightly pressed against his slim, tanned chest.
She could feel his tiny pointed nipples pressing like needles against her titflesh, her boobs flattened against his forceful thrusts. He inched upward and her mouth joined his. His lips were spread apart and her tongue slipped in between them, wetly caressing his gums, his teeth, the hollow of his inner cheek."
"Mommy, I think I'm cumming ... cumming ... shit I can feel it, the cum is so fucking hot in my nuts, so much of it ... I don't think I can stand it much longer...."
His facial muscles tightened and a crease appeared on his forehead, as if he was concentrating hard on something, which he was. He was trying to put off cumming as long as possible. He wanted to feel another delicious orgiastic hot rush of her female fuck sauce. He wanted her to cum again. Then in the gentle warmth of her flood he would let himself go and their cums would mix inexorably.
They pressed tightly against each other, their mouths still joined, the sweat mingling with the shower water, steam beginning to envelope them as their body temperatures rose another ten degrees.
A red film covered Bruce's eyes. He was finding it difficult to see, to breathe, his heart pounding furiously against his ribs.
"More ... harder ... more," Joan cried feebly, her head throbbing, her body tingling with desire.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Joan climaxed a second time, her cunt boiling up.
"Wowwww!" Bruce let himself go and felt the intense rush of semen up his shaft. It propelled him forward, nearly slamming his head against the wall. He clutched her tightly, screaming with pleasure.
He couldn't comprehend how good his orgasm was. Wads of thick creamy cum shot out of his piss slit like rockets. He howled with delight, his every nerve and reveling in the intense feeling rushing through him.
Wad after hot wad joined her more watery cum and ran out of her pussy slit, running over her pubes and his, his fuck motions sounding more and more slushy.
They squealed with abandon, like wild animals cumming in the night.
"Keep it cumming!" his step-mother cried with joy.
"Yess, Mom, ooh shit yesssssss!" he rejoined.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her scissor hold, nearly cracking his young ribs.
He pounded his fists on her boobs, screaming and hollering with pleasure. It wouldn't stop. His pleasure feeling seemed to increase instead of dissipate. It rose like an enormous ... thing ... from deep inside his aching nuts. His sacs pressed tightly against the walls of his inner testicles, now quickly becoming drier and drier.
Her clit button sang with joy as his thick cock shaft repeatedly pressed against it, in and out, his skin tightly meshed over his shaft, the veins hot and protruding, gorged with blood.
"Mommy!"
"Ohh yess, hot and strong ... Brucie ... What a cock ... hard ... thick...."
He grimaced with the pleasure-pain, vibrations of intense feeling absorbing every particle of his adolescent body.
Then it stopped as quickly as it had begun. They both lay on the shower stall floor, exhausted and spent, the water still spilling on top of them, cooler now as they had been fucking for some time, their bodies wrinkled like prunes.
"Let's dry off," Joan said, getting up. She quickly soaped off the cum residue on her muff and clinging to the boy's pubic patch and balls. Then they walked hand in hand to towel themselves off.
He stood in her bedroom, feeling the absorbent smoothness of the towel brushing over his torso. She dried him off, concentrating on his cock and balls, and his delicate little puckered asshole. Then he took the towel and attended to her body, pausing at the tits and at the crack between her thighs.
Soon they were both excited again, clutching each other tightly. He sucked on her tits, his slim buttocks pressing inwards as his muscles contracted. She reached behind him and cupped each ass cheek, holding tight.
"My sweet little baby boy," she sighed in his ear.
He clamped his teeth on her nipple and nuzzled it deliciously. She bent her head back and moaned with pleasure, her hot box itching with desire. She knew what she had to do, what she had to have, and where she had to have it.
She broke from their embrace and went to fetch the dildo. His eyes lit up when he saw it in her hand.
"Lie on the bed," she commanded him. Something in her voice made him do it instantly.
She pulled his legs up and apart. Seeing his cock was jerking and trembling with the need to cum again, she poised the tip of the dildo against his ass, her own asshole twitching like mad, and thrust it inside.
"No!" he cried but too late.
A wave of intense pain flashed through him as she rammed the thick rubber dildo all the way up his soft unyielding butt. He screamed in pain. He couldn't see because of the pain, the tip of the phallus pressing hard against his delicate prostrate.
"Mommy, stop!!!"
But she wouldn't let up for a moment.
"Mommy, it hurts so much!" He started to cry, tears running down his flushed, downy cheeks.
He squirmed on the bed, feeling the heat rise up his ass channel. He had never been assaulted in this manner before. His ass was certainly not virgin, yet whoever had been butt-fucking him before, with cock or dildo, had been relatively careful not to hurt the delicate inner membranes.
But this time Joan was out to give him pain, which in her philosophy meant renewed pleasure consciousness. The more pain, the more heightened the ensuing pleasure. Which explained the whip. And the dildo.
In and out slammed the dildo, reaming inside the poor boy's hot butt. He howled with pain, sobbing, kicking, screaming for her to stop. He tried to get away but somehow couldn't Each move seemed to increase the pain as she spiraled it up his shit tube, digging into the entrails, popping against the tremulous prostrate, giving him no mercy, her viscous thrusts increasing.
"Can't stand it ... can't...," he murmured, then blacked out.
Joan pulled out the fake cock and straddled his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and poised it at the entrance of her shit hole. Then he awoke, dazed at first, the vibrations of his pain still present.
"What-Mommy, what's happen-"
She lowered herself on top of him, holding tightly to his stiff schlong. Then she relaxed her prostrate muscles and his cock head slipped easily inside her channel.
"Wow!" he moaned, all pain forgotten.
She grimaced as his thick cock slid all the way inside her. His pubes brushed against her muff.
"So tight!" he groaned. She kept fondling his balls as she went up and down on top of him, his cock jerking inside the tight, hot confines of her ass tunnel.
"This is the life!" he sighed.
"You bet, you little cockboy!"
She sat on his thighs and wiggled her butt, his cock firmly entrenched inside her moist hole. She spread her hands over his chest, squeezing his little erect nipples, making him squeal with delight. She pulled at the hairs underneath his armpits until he giggled with delight and pleasure.
Then she leaned forward, his cock bending inside her. He loved this. Then she bent backward, causing his cock to bend away from his body. This brought him renewed pain, and he quickly grabbed her thighs and forced her to come back toward him. She rocked herself on his thighs like an empty bottle bobbing in water.
She alternated in this way, giving him pleasure, then pain, pleasure then pain until he didn't know whether he was coming or going.
Then he knew. He was cumming.
The hot sauce in his rocks swiftly swept up his tube and out of his gaping piss slit, filling her ass to the brim, overflowing until great globs of semen rolled down his red shaft.
His aching cock produced one of the most memorable pleasure sensations he had ever experienced. It was truly delicious. He moaned with joy, squealed with pleasure, sighed with satisfaction.
Then she went up and down, then spiraled her lower torso, giving his cock a heady workout. It thickened and lengthened even further inside her, the way it always seemed to do when he was in the wondrous throes of an orgasm.
"Ohhhhh Christ that's good," Joan approved.
"Man, yesss!" he sighed.
He finger-fucked her once his orgasm subsided, though she kept his cock inside her butt channel, moving up and down, keeping it erect. His fingers zoomed in and out of her, reaming her clit, making it ring like a bell.
Then his knuckles were showered with her hot dew. It splashed over his loins and spread wetly over the sheets, making viscous stains on the mattress.
"Cumming...." she murmured, her lips pouting, her head thrown back, her long hair falling over her shoulders, still wet from the shower.
"Christ you're tight!" he commented, his cock keeping its erectness inside her swelling shit channel.
"But you love it," she added.
"You bet!"
He started humping back at her, his cock inching inside the limited confines of her asshole.
"That's it, sweetheart. Give it to Momma!"
"What an ass!"
He took hold of her swinging boobs and squeezed, rising a bit off the bed in order to better luck her. He was good still for another orgasm. And he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass him by.
He fucked into her with all his adolescent strength. She howled with pleasure. His fingers worked inside her cunt, concentrating on her clit button, making her cream heavily now.
"Here it comes!" she said.
"I'm fucking ... ready ... ready!"
She fell on top of him, nearly crushing him. Her tits flattened against his chest. He was panting, as was she. Cunt juice smeared over his thighs, loins and belly. She came in a rush, moaning in ecstasy.
His cock bent forward, he came, only a spurt of cum this time, but the pleasure was intense. More intense than the other few times put together. They thrashed and squirmed on the cum-and sweat-covered sheets.
He cried: "Mommy! Mommy!"
She moaned ecstatically: "Brucie! My baby boy! BRUCIE!"
Then they lay in each other's arms. Before she knew it the boy was asleep in her arms, his breathing steady, his face uncreased and a smile spread across his face.
Soon she too feel asleep and they lay in one another's arms for some time, motes of dust dancing in the sunlight above their heads.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The house seemed strangely quiet when Bruce entered. He was sweating heavily, having just finished two sets of tennis with a friend at the school courts. He placed his racket on a chair in the hall and went into the kitchen for a glass of water.
He opened his door, spun around to close it and was instantly pounced upon by his step-mother, who held him by the shoulders.
Before he could say a word, Betty scooted out of his bathroom and grabbed him from behind, her arms closing around his waist.
Then Joan got down and took him by the ankles, lifting him up while Betty started to carry him toward the bed.
"Wha?"
"Sshh!" his step-mother hissed.
"Hey, what's going on...?"
Betty pinned him on the bed, his sweating body pressed against hers, staining her tee-shirt. Joan brought his legs over and lay over them, her hands working on his fly.
Betty took the whip that had been on his bedside table and raised her hand, ready to strike her step-brother.
Bruce started to struggle, but the girl and woman had him pinned down well. He could only kick, or try to, while trying to maneuver himself from Betty's tight hold. Impossible.
Betty burst out laughing, hitting him hard across the ribs.
Joan's fingers were trembling as she pulled off his briefs. His cock had a half-erection, the balls having shrunk in fear. Then, by deftly manipulating his growing member, Joan had him fully hard in no time at all.
"Mom, what ... what...."
Betty kissed him again, then ran her tongue over the welt on his shoulder, causing him to cry out when the salt in her saliva rubbed against the red line.
"Delicious...." she murmured as she licked, her tongue going lower down his body, pausing to drill into his navel, then licking at his cock shaft as Joan masturbated him.
"Please, Sis....PLEASE!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Betty and Joan giggled like two little girls.
"PLEASE!"
Joan took his stiff prong in her hand and squeezed it until the head turned a deep purple, the blood rushing up to fill it.
"Hey, that hurts ... shit ... stop!"
Betty squeezed his balls together like two marbles.
"Stop!"
Betty's teeth ran along the underside of his cock, pulling at the shaft skin, nibbling it and chewing on it.
Joan pulled on his sacs with her teeth, taking the hanging flesh under the two testicles and biting on it. Bruce was terrified. He wasn't sure if the girl and woman weren't out to castrate him!
The biting and gnashing and pulling were driving the frightened little boy up the wall. He couldn't pull himself away. They held on to him much too tightly. It was difficult enough to breath, let alone escape!
They decided to lay in wait for him until after he returned from the tennis games, when he would be more apt to be tired and worn out. unable to fully defend himself. And they had been right. Already he had resigned himself to the attack. He no longer tried to fight his step-sister or step-mother.
Betty, her luscious teen-age body just out of Bruce's grasp, glittered with the late afternoon sunlight. She looked like a goddess. Passion grew in the boy's loins.
Joan raised Bruce's ass off the bed, to expose his puckered ass-hole.
Betty poised the tip of the rubber phallus to the opening.
"Shit, don't," he cried.
"Quiet!" Joan screamed.
Bruce lay there, whimpering, his eyes closed, eyelids quivering.
"Okay, sweetheart, give it to him!"
Joan began really sucking on his tremulous tool. It quickly became apparent that Bruce was enjoying this attention considerably. His head went from side to side, moans issued from his hot lips. His hand reached out and came in contact with his sister's sweet little ass. He hooked his fingers into her crevice and brought her around so her ass was directly in line with his mouth. Then she sat on his face, the dildo still spiraling up his butt.
"Want to taste cunt?" she panted.
Bruce extracted his mouth and said: "Yes. bitch, give me all of it!"
She turned around, the dildo slipping from her fingers, being expelled from his ass as the muscles contracted. A tiny popping sound was heard when the dildo shot out of his bum, but no one heard it? they were all too intent on other matters.
Joan sucked the boy's prong with more vigor, feeling it jerk inside her mouth, a sure sign he was about to cum. Her mouth watered with the anticipatory pleasure of imagining her mouth being filled by his delicious male essence.
He squirmed under her deft touch, as her fingers traced the outline of his balls, then pausing to squeeze each testicle, first one then the other. Then her fingers entwined themselves among his blond pubic hairs, feeling their silky smoothness, their damp muskiness.
Before he knew what was happening she had three fingers up his butt. At the same time Betty slipped her cunt over his mouth, his tongue automatically dripping with her freshly-made cunt cream as it splashed out of her portal of pleasure.
His mouth made a slurping noise as it went in and out, over and around her cunt, kissing the lips, brushing deliciously against her thick and moist muff.
She reached orgasm just a few short seconds later, her body jerking convulsively atop his. She licked at his belly button, then licked his pubes clean, her mother's mouth and hers brushing against each other as they paid their respects to the boy's young phallus.
"Shit!" Bruce mumbled, his mouth full of cunt cream, his face still pressed against "his step-sister's delicious steaming pussy.
"Christ!' Betty moaned as she came, seeing red. "Christ! Christ! Christ!"
"Eat it," she cried.
"Mmmmmmm...."
"Suck it all out." Her voice was husky and tight.
"Srggrhhhnnnnn," he slurped out her heady essence.
Suddenly his ass started hopping up and down the mattress. He started thrusting his pelvis up to Joan's face, making her suck all the more harder. She reached underneath the boy to grab his ass in order to better position herself for the kill.
He started twitching uncontrollably as sweat ran down his body, over his welts, making them itch and throb painfully. He could feel his cock harden terrifically, as the balls pulled inward, then outward.
With a heave of his ass he came, ejaculating his fine fuck fluid inside her anxiously awaiting mouth. She was filled to the brim, guzzling down wad after steaming hot wad of his delicious gism. She sighed with pleasure as the soothing liquid coursed down her parched throat.
He pumped his ass up and down furiously, pausing in his cunt eating to let out a scream that could only have come from a young boy experiencing the cum of his life. His voice cracked and he whined like a little boy, his cock jerking in her mouth, slapping against the hollows of her cheeks.
"Christ almighty!" he screeched.
She took tight hold of his buttocks and continued her sucking, her giant tits like bouncing balloons as he struggled to tree himself. He came again and again inside her, wad after wad filling her, bubbling out of the corners of her mouth, trickling off of her chin, running down between her breasts. "Jesus, Jesus. Jesus!" he cried.
Joan had to use every ounce of her strength to keep him on the bed.
"Fucking shit!"-His body was in the delicious throes of a tremendously intense orgasm. It was a wonder his twelve-year-old frame could withstand such all-encompassing pleasure. The pleasure pangs were almost unbearably keen, tremulous waves that spread all over the boy, making him feel like he was a bird on the wing, high above the earth, heaven bound.
"Ohhhhh my god...." He sounded weak.
When he finished ejaculating into her mouth she let go of his spent, flaccid member and let it drop, slapping against his upper thigh, splattering it with the last remaining bit of cum inside him, which Joan quickly scooped up with her witchy tongue and swallowed gratefully.
"Man am I beat!" he said in the bearest of whispers.
"Fun's not over yet, baby boy," Joan said sarcastically, wiping the sperm from her lips with her tongue.
"You mean...?"
Betty and Joan nodded in unison, giggling.
They switched positions. Joan held the whip this time, her cunt poised over the young boy's mouth, while Betty made ready to give him a blow-job, his-second in a row.
Bruce had his chance for escape when the girl and her mother changed positions, yet he didn't take it, for whatever reason. His eyes never kept off his sister's perky little ass. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting a bit of her muskiness.
"Ready?" Joan asked, as if they were about to start a race.
"You bet," Betty said, laughing.
"Oh boy!" Bruce said, as his sister's hot lips brought his cock to life again.
His mother quickly lowered herself onto his face, her muff in line with his mouth.
What more could a boy ask for, Bruce wondered as he slurped at his step-mother's cavernous but delicious cunt. Here I am, he mused, twelve-years-old, fucking my sister and mother every day, one cunt being sucked now while I finger-fuck the other and get sucked off! What a Combination!
"Ohhhh, lover boy that is intense!"
Joan approved, shifting her weight so he would have the best opportunity to fully eat out her oozing cunt. And then she came, and they all just lay there together in unison as a family should, fell asleep all clutching each other.
He went to work with gusto, his tongue encircling her large clit button, flicking it clean of its slimy residue of female gism. She moaned and sighed with pleasure, feeling the delicious beginnings of an orgasm coming upon her.
She fingered his pubic patch, watching her daughter suck his cock in and out of her mouth, saliva making the shaft shine like a torch.
"What a cock my boy has on him," Joan said proudly, admiring his thick, lengthy tool.
"So delicious...." Betty added.
Betty concentrated on his most sensitized part-his cockhead. She ran the flat of her tongue over the tip of his glans, letting it glide like a bird over his dome-shaped prick. Bruce moaned in appreciation, his cock shaft swelling automatically, knowing he would soon be shooting wads of cum through it, and with that pleasure sensations so keen he would hardly be able to stand them.
Her tongue licked the oozing fluid from his piss slit. His glans were wet and rubbery, not unlike the pseudo-phallus she had inserted in his slim little butt. The veins on his prick shaft stood out in sharp relief as they filled with blood.
His cock did look and feel and taste enormous as it pulsed tremulously.
His time was nearing. He was too exhausted from tennis to endure the amount of pain and pleasure he would be getting. He could not hold his orgasms back like he normally would have been able to. Already he felt tired, his many nights of play and days of frantic activity finally showing telltale signs.
A miniature heart seemed to be pulsating steadily inside his cock shaft, warning him of his immanent orgasm. He readied himself, his muscles tightening, his sinews stretching as his body lifted slowly off the bed, first his ass, then he would fall back and his shoulders would rise, but not very far up, as Joan was firmly pressed on top of him, her cunt still affixed on his Her cum continued to drip at a startling rate from within her pussy channel. Her muff tickled his face, and his nose was dripping cum like he had a running nose from a cold. Occasionally, he would lift his head from her vagina and take a deep breath. Then, as if diving underwater, he would plunge back into her pussy and continue his delightful sucking and tongue-probing, much to Joan's extreme pleasure.
The boy is really quite something, Joan thought as he renewed his exciting clit reaming. He had the gusto of a bull. Never pausing, he went deeper and deeper into her steaming pussy, until his lungs would be bursting for more air, then he would rise and fill his lungs before jumping back into her channel for more sucking and licking.
His body was like a feather under the woman and her daughter. They hadn't much trouble keeping him pinned to the bed.
"Christ," Joan groaned. "That's it, Brucie. Concentrate on the ole clit knob!"
He obeyed instantly, keeping his tongue on or about her clit for some minutes, until his mother was crawling the ceiling with pleasure.
She came, filling his mouth to overfilling with her delicious female gism.
His tongue curled around her pubic hairs, following the distinct foaming outline of her pussy lips, the labia a deep red, creaming and pouting, slurping noises abounding.
"What a tongue!" his step-mother admired, her head beginning to loll, her face flushed, heart pounding, she could feel it ... coming....
Betty continued sucking on his cock until he was just about to cum in her mouth. Then she stopped, his cock fluid falling back down into his testicles like mercury in a thermometer. He winced at the burning pain.
Then, when his cock had stopped its jerking, she put it into her mouth and continued sucking. He was just about to cum. Then she took his cock out of her orifice and waited, watching him grimace with the pain.
"Please, Sis, no more of that sort of stuff ... please," he begged her.
She wouldn't relent.
"PLEASE!" he cried, frustration bringing tears to his eyes.
Again she let his cum rise to the upper reaches of his cock shaft, then let go of his member so that the heady sauce would creep down again. At this point it was becoming quite painful for the young and anxious boy.
Finally, after several more aborted attempts to ejaculate, she let him insert his cock into her burning cunt. She straddled his thighs and sat on his flaming cock pole, it entering her easily.
She humped him, moving up and down, then sideways, giving him the most manipulation possible. His cock sang for joy. It was finally finding release!
"Wow!" he cried, humping back at her.
"WOW!!"
He ejaculated, in one searing wave of pleasure, his cum shooting right up her fuck channel. Wad and wad after thick wad sloshed against her inner cunt channel, being quickly adsorbed by her pussy flesh, which had almost spent itself dry.
His fuck motions were lubricated, giving his pleasure thrill an extra added lift. She toppled over on him and they clutched one another, their bodies merging as if one, his cock tightly wedged inside her creaming, steaming twat tube.
"Christ! Christ! Christ!" she yelped, her eyes wide open, the pleasure sensations sending electrical jolts through her skin.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod.'" he cried. "Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!!"
He spluttered as Joan lifted her ass from his face long enough to cum herself, her perfumed spray spilling over him, misting over his vision, making him choke as it filled his nostrils and mouth.
Betty continued spearing herself with his erect cock, up and down over the smooth phallus erupting deep within her. Joan meanwhile was reaching a tremendous orgasm, one of the most memorable ones she-could remember in years.
Bruce humped his little ass up and down. pressing his loins tightly against his sister's creamy muff, her hairs beaded with cum juice.
"So f u c k i n g. ... h o t ... h o t ... hotttttttt!" Betty wailed grimacing at the steam pouring from her pussy, her inner cunt flesh on fire. Yet the pain did increase her pleasure immeasurably. She was in ecstasy!
