Bob began to caress Joanna's breast with his mouth. His lips caught her quivering flesh and began to suck, while he used his teeth to lightly scrape her jutting nipple. She cried out, threw her head back and stared glassily over his heaving shoulders.
The sight that met her eyes almost blew her orgasm. My God, she thought, Susan!
The thin, ascetic face of her daughter was floating to her from across the room. Her own fifteen-year-old girl was sitting against the wall, wordlessly watching her mother fucking the hell out of a stud she didn't even know!
CHAPTER ONE
Evening at the Langfords.
Three couples were already gathered in the living room. Phillip and Joanna Langford came out of the kitchen with trays of drinks and small sandwiches. "Here you go, folks," offered Phil in a hearty voice. "Take what you want."
Laughter filled the room. "How about your wife?" asked one of the men from the big overstuffed chair.
Phil nodded. "Be my guest, Bob," he said amicably. Joanna left his side, and her place at the big auburn-haired man's side was taken by a petite, well-built brunette.
Joanna walked across the room with a long graceful gait, smiling, arms outstretched. Bob Edwards and his wife Sherry were new to the intimate circle of swappers, and the tall blonde wanted to see what the muscular raven-haired man had to offer. She set her tray down on the low coffee table in front of him. A glance back at her husband convinced Joanna that he would be well taken care of; the brunette and he were already locked in a passionate lass.
Joanna turned back to Bob. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. He nodded. "Scotch and water."
Joanna bent forward to give him a small glass. As she leaned over, the front of her dress drooped giving the appreciative man a full view of her luscious cleavage. His eyebrows lifted as he accepted the clear drink. Wonderful tits, he thought. He imagined those barely concealed perfect mounds rolling under his palms, passion-hardened nipples burning into his flesh. Bob smiled with delighted, lustful anticipation.
The woman sipped at her own drink. Then she turned to deposit the glass on the formica tabletop. As she leaned over once more, her short skirt rode up in back, to reveal more of her thighs, smoky-grey beneath the sheer black stockings. Mrs. Langford might have been in her late thirties, almost pushing forty, reflected Bob, but she had a body as trim and exquisite as a girl of twenty. And certainly with experience no twenty-year-old had ever had!
Bob sipped his drink. The stately blonde straightened up again, lust glowing in her brilliant emerald-green eyes. "Like it?" she asked. "The drink-mixed all right?"
The man smiled frankly back at her. "Just fine." He put the drink aside. "But there are things I like much better." He reached up and pulled the willing woman into his lap.
Their mouths met, melted together in one long searing kiss. Joanna's tongue was hot, living flame in Bob's mouth, setting alight his own tongue with the fires of passion. The agile digits of taste twined together and rolled around each other in the age-old mating dance. Bob drew back. "Whew," he breathed into her down turned face, poised scant inches from his. "Lets see what the rest of you is like!"
Her tits beckoned to him, and Bob was never one to resist temptation! The pert pink tip of Joanna's tongue peeked out and dampened her ruby lips as he closed his hands around one massive jug. She moaned and wriggled her hips, grinding her ass into his burgeoning hard-on. What a man! she thought with a rising fever. They kissed again.
The pressure of her buttocks on his cock made Bob squirm and squeeze the imprisoned breast ferociously. "God!" she gasped past his ear, but he continued to roll and crush the fleshy mound in his avid hands. The forceful manhandling of her ripe mammary fruits drove Joanna frantically onward.
She scooted her firm ass to one side of Bob's throbbing groin and grabbed the bulge of his cloth-covered cock. "Oh man, baby," he muttered in her ear. His tongue traced the convoluted interior, slipped inside the dark cavern and sent hot prickling thrills racing down her spine. "Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me good!"
Bob fully intended to. One hand kept up its assault on the tit while the other fumbled for the zipper behind her shoulders. He found it; it resisted slightly, but he got it down in record time. Joanna's dress pouched open, exposing the fullness of her breasts in their snowy cups. Bob pulled the garment down around her waist as her slender hands began undoing the buttons of his light sport shirt.
He unsnapped the brassiere with an experienced flick of his fingers. Joanna smiled lustfully, and shrugged her shoulders so the bra straps slipped down her tan arms.
Bob caught his breath at the twin treasures her actions revealed. Two huge roseate nipples jutted hungrily toward him from the crests of two giant mountains of ripe, creamy womanflesh. His hands went out, drawn as if by magnets to the faintly heaving jugs. Joanna moaned low in her throat, animal-like as Bob cupped the boobs and found his fantasy of burning nipples branding his eager palms with the imprint of their lust coming serendipitously true.
Joanna felt her need whipping her on as Bob's shirt came unbuttoned and she pulled it frantically up out of his pants. God, this black-haired stud knew how to work her tits! Only Charles, dear smiling Charles, knew better how to manipulate her matched pillows of desire so as to give her the utter maximum of lascivious enjoyment. The woman's trained hands made short work of the zipper on Bob's pants, and in his excitement he lifted his ass effortlessly out of the chair despite the weight of a tall full-grown woman in his lap. He shucked his trousers and shorts off in one swift motion. His unbound cock sprang erect like a soldier at attention.
The woman's clear green eyes fastened hungrily on the penis, so long and hard and reddish brown. How good to have that inside her! It wasn't as big as her husband's, but variety, she thought, is the spice of life ... she found herself thankful once again to be married to a man who shared her open and liberated attitude about matters sexual. Even their children shared their openness-and their beds. Except for the youngest-poor Susan. Poor, inhibited Susan, a prim beauty at fifteen, but who disapproved of sex and her parents' activities with equal vigor. Unless, she loosened up, learned how to cope with and enjoy the inevitable demands of her budding young body, she had a long and unfulfilled life ahead of her.
Bob's sudden oral attack on her bare tits took Joanna's mind off her unfortunate uptight daughter. The man took as much of the succulent titflesh into his ravenous mouth as he could at one gulp, then gobbled and mouthed frantically to force still more of the delectable meat into his face. His tongue was ice and iron and sweet ecstasy as it roved over the bulging, rounded boob, flicking the turgid nipple here, laving wetly the white translucent flesh there.
Joanna grabbed the waving cock and pumped it for all she was worth. She felt excitement racing to Bob's brain, transmitted by way of the greedy suction he exerted on her mammary. Faster and faster she jerked him off, until a warning went off in her mind-Don't bring him off yet! Not this way! I want him inside me, as far as he'll go! Supporting herself on her free arm, she hitched herself up and fairly tore off her skimpy panties, rolling the dark hose down the tapered nut-brown columns of her legs.
Bikini panties, nylons, and sandals joined together In a heap on the floor. A tiny pearlescent drop of pre-seminal fluid glittered at the tip of Bob's straining, turgid manhood as the hand ran up and down the pillar of manmeat. The rich brown-gold of Joanna's well-primed pussy peeked from under the hem of her abbreviated skirt, which had gotten hiked up around her hips. Bob kept his oral attention on the breast while he dipped a finger into her cunt. The woman wriggled as the digit intruded into her body, swirled around in the steaming juices, and withdrew, redolent with the fragrance of her ready, willing, wet vagina.
Keeping a firm grip on his throbbing prick, Joanna swung astride Bob's lap, facing him. She put one bare foot on the carpeted floor to steady herself. One knee dug into his thigh as she steadied herself above the straining member. Bob let go of her breast, leaned back to watch the proceedings with unfeigned interest. The lithe long bodied woman poised, targeted the red head of his dong toward her delta of passion-dewed pubic fur, and lowered herself.
They both moaned in sheer sensual delight as his shaft pressed aside her cuntal lips and slid up, up, up into her wanton opening. She felt him going into her like a sword, each inch a torture and a blessing beyond imagining.
Her liquid-dripping labia kissed the forested base of his mighty cock. Joanna drew up her leg so that both knees sank into the chair to either side of Bob's ass. Her tits smiled invitingly into his face; he licked his lips and began to lave the jugs orally with fervid dog-like strokes. His clutching hands found her perfect rounded ass, cupped the faultless demiglobes as they began to gyrate and chum within his grasp.
The velveteen walls surrounding Bob's prick were fluid, mobile, maddening, clutching and enfolding his masculinity and sucking as agilely as any mouth. "God, what a cunt you've got!" Bob hissed.
"I'm just naturally talented, I guess," Joanna smiled lewdly, and gave his cock an extra squeeze with her responsive muscles. He was filling her up but good, his eight-inch bar of manmeat stretching the walls of her love-tunnel in the most enjoyable manner possible. Bob worked his hips in a contrapuntal motion to hers, so that the friction of their cunt-juice-soaked genitalia was a kaleidoscopic pattern of ever shifting, titillating cosmic rhythms. Bob's big muscular hands kept a firm hold on Joanna's asscheeks, and the blonde housewife gloried to the strength of the younger man. What a stud!
The metronomic rhythm of their fucking sped up. Passion was building within them, a manic urgency that cried for release. There was no need to prolong this-the evening had only begun and there were many hours of imaginative and thrilling fucking ahead of both of them. This time they could both rush mindlessly to the pinnacle of ecstasy. All the same, both intended to derive every ounce of pleasure possible from the premier sex act of this wild swingers' party!
The steam was mounting in the boiler of Bob's balls. He clenched the muscles of his prick and anus to restrain the flood of come which demanded to jet forth from his fleshy nozzle and cream Joanna's insides with gallons of sperm and semen. But he was determined to make this incredibly talented older woman climax gloriously before he let himself blow off his load.
Joanna was fast nearing the summit. Her clitoris was well out of its protective covering now, subject to abandoned, delicious abrasion by the pounding pistoning ramrod of meat that was stirring her love-juice to a foaming white froth. She started frenetically working her hindquarters up and down on the impaling cock, felt Bob tense and gasp his approval: "God, do it baby! Fuck yourself, fuck yourself but good!" She was, oh how she was.
Control slipped away rapidly. The corkscrew motion became jerky, erratic mindless, as consciousness ebbed and sheer carnality took over. Insanely Joanna threw herself down while Bob hurled up to meet her, then they rocketed apart to start anew. For one full minute they kept up the wild rhythm, though they seemed suspended in time and space, locked in a continuum where nothing existed save the thoughtless need to rush apart, then together, in a brutal hammering of blood-gorged cock into rippling, sucking twat.
Bob's mouth again found Joanna's breasts. Lips caught the cushiony mammary, strong white teeth captured a jutting goose-fleshed nipple and crushed it lovingly. Joanna cried out, threw her head back and stared glassily over the man's broad, heaving shoulder.
The sight that met her eyes almost derailed her onrushing orgasm. My God, she thought, Susan!
The thin ascetic features of her daughter, drawn with disapproval and dismay, floated across the room from her. The fifteen-year-old sat at the wall on a pile of cushions and wordlessly watched her mother expertly fucking the hell out of this fabulous well-hung outsider. Susan knew what her parents-and siblings I-did. It won't hurt her, thought the blond woman, her brain fogged with the desire that was finding fulfillment with every mighty stroke of cock into cunt. It won't HURT her to-OH MY GOD I'M COOOOMMMMMIIINNNGGGGI The last words Joanna screamed as her climax hit her, and her daughter's prim, pretty face was swirled away on the polychromatic mists of passion consummated.
The crazed constriction of her cuntal walls brought Bob's rational control crashing in ruins. He drove into her recklessly, trying futilely to cram his hips into that demanding, orgasming pussy even as Joanna sought to take him all the way in. His glans rammed painfully into her cervix, but neither was satisfied. They wanted more-more-endlessly MORE!
Then Bob's prong gave a preliminary spurt of a quart of come and both were flung over the edge. With the force of a fire hose, Bob blasted his creamy yield far up into her lust-imploding belly, and together they fell into the chasm of complete, all-encompassing orgasmic delight.
Across the room Phillip Langford and the petite brunette were just getting down to business. Phil had played the gracious host, attending to the needs and wants of his guests before sitting on the couch beside the eager woman. Her name was Laura Wayland, and her husband Mark was a partner in Phil's law office. Currently Mark was occupied with balling Bob Edwards' curvaceous red-headed wife Sherry, dog-fashion.
After they finished their drinks, Phil cast a glance at his wife to see how she fared. She was straddling Bob's cock and pumping for glory-good, thought, Phil, it's what the gatherings were for. He looked back to find that Laura had undressed with an alacrity that would have done credit to a quick-change artist. Her hands were busy at his fly; the bear-like man skinned out of his dark turtleneck in record time, then stood to let his trousers fall in a puddle on the shag carpet.
"What's your pleasure?" the brunette asked with a win-smile that did not seek to mask the lust that glowed in her brown eyes. Phil put his hands on her shoulders and surveyed the lithe, naked figure appreciatively.
Laura looked like a lovely china doll beside him. Her face was pert and triangular, her black hair cut short to frame her face, curling in to the smooth jawline. Her neck was slim and just right in length, flowing down into the plane of her breastbone. Her breasts were large for her size but high and firm so that they did not seem too much for her small frame. Her belly was rounded gently with the sheen of good muscle-tone glowing from her skin. The sparsely furred pubic mound nestled below her stomach caught Phil's eye: not a thick triangular bush but a vertical streak of raven hair stark against her snow-pale skin, following the line of her womanly slash. Laura's toothsome thighs, curving down to her tapering calves, were smooth and ideal as a marble sculpture.
The sight of the small nude woman made Phil's pulse pound. "I don't want to crush you," he said as she ran her own eyes greedily over his massive frame, across the broad hairy chest to his broad face with its auburn mustache and beard framed with long backswept hair, touched with grey at the temples. "Why don't we just lie down and eat each other?"
Laura hugged him. "Joanna said you were perceptive! You found me out without even trying!" So this compact fever-dream of beauty had a weakness for cunnilingus, and perhaps for sucking cock as well; some people all but preferred oral sex. He wasn't about to complain.
He lowered his mass to the floor, stretching out on the carpet beside the couch. With a shock he saw his daughter Susan, sitting over by the far wall. For a moment he felt a twinge of guilt, but no longer; she would have to learn to cope with sex, and soon. She knew her parents swung. She could watch if she wanted to. No one else seemed to even notice her.
The brunette got on her knees by Phil's head, then straddled his upturned face. Compressed pink lips smiled down at him from their nest of pubic hair, and he could smell the sweet perfume of her arousal. This fox was ready to eat and be eaten! She jockeyed a moment for position, then lowered herself.
Phil felt his rod stiffening as the woman's cunt descended, pearled with the dewdrops of her desire. The smell of her was rich and rank in his distended nostrils. His mouth was watering as much as her beckoning pussy as the brimming treasure came within reach. He lifted his head and burrowed face-first into her overflowing well of passion.
Laura felt him dive into her pussy, felt his nose press into her tender perineum with an unspeakable thrill. What a joy! Even gobbling uncontrollably at her sex, Phil Langford betrayed himself as an experienced cunnilingualist. This was only the preliminary to a studied, thorough eating-out that would leave Laura limp and satisfied. But not for long, she admitted to herself. She hadn't come here for just a single munch on her mons.
The woman leaned forward onto her fists. Phil's cock needed no preparation; his fevered samplings of her woman-wine had excited him almost as much as it had her. The dong had swollen to its full eight inches, long and seemingly thick as a telephone pole. Laura settled herself down and leaned forward. She steered the titanic organ to her mouth with one hand while the other steadied her. The triangular head loomed large in her vision, which grew blurry with the passion radiating from her devoured cunt. She couldn't stand this for long. The erotic torment in her pussy filled her with a hunger for sexual fulfillment-and come, gallons upon gallons of hot steaming salty-sweet male cornel She loved the taste, loved the slick feel of it creaming and coating the insides of her mouth and sliding down her throat in a torrent of slippery warmth. She had the same appetite for semen that she had for sex-inexhaustible.
Her tongue shot out and lapped up the jewel of pre-seminal fluid that glittered at the pinhole tip of the rod. The taste sent a spasm of joy hurtling down her spine to meet the one that rushed up as Phil sucked energetically on her curtainy nymphae. Phil's lips and tongue felt good, and his gargantuan prod tasted good. With a satisfied sigh Laura lunged forward and took him all in.
The suddenness and completeness with which she swallowed him made Phil's cock throb unbearably. He was revelling in the flavor of her flowing sauces, the feel of her above him surrounding him in a fleshy envelope, while his eyes feasted on the dainty pucker of her anus. He held her labia apart with his thumbs to permit him access to her inner charms, which quivered and juiced with delight. Laura's tongue swirled along the length of his prick, while her small pearly teeth clamped down oh-so-carefully at the base of the ponderous weapon. He felt his glans well down her glottis, brushing her tonsils; she must love giving head indeed, to be so adept as to swallow his awesome entirety without gagging. He knew he could not contain himself much longer.
Slowly, agonizingly, Laura lifted her head, her jaws held barely open so that Phil's penis was compressed between her hard, unyielding little teeth. All the while she sucked like a fiend; to the supine man it felt as if she were trying to draw his soul out through the pinprick hole at the tip of his cock!
At last only the swollen, empurpled head of the member was trapped. She teased the glans with her tongue, then released Phil's prick completely, while she licked it like a popsicle. Oooohhh, come soon! she thought, sparked by the idea of a popsicle-how she longed to drink in his yield! Laura could feel his cock vibrating, knew it would not take long to push him over the edge.
It would take as little time to do the same for Laura, and both knew it. Phil had settled down to his repast, his tongue probing between her fragile petals to seek the delicate sensitive pistil of her clit. The nerve-button had come forth from its fleshy hiding place to greet his oral digit, and they danced a calm pavane that had Laura's hips bucking with desire. Despite the maddeningly skillful consumption of his cock, Phil was deliberately wreaking the maximum of intolerable pleasure on the lovely woman's pleasure-center. His gaze wandered momentarily from the sculpted, sweat-gleaming ass across the room, and Phil wondered how his youngest daughter liked the sight of her father and his partner's wife eating each other. Maybe it would shock her out of her parasitic, outmoded morality. Something had to-he wondered where she had gotten it. Her brother and sister shared each other's and their parents beds often enough. Why was Susan alone so prudish?
Renewed suction on his deeply buried prong jerked Phil's attention back to the situation at hand-or at mouth, as it were. He felt the electricity generated inside the taut feminine body atop him. He inserted a thick finger in the oozing vaginal well to speed the woman on her way. Laura's tongue was working overtime, a live flame to light the fuse and hurry its burning to his balls, to set off their charge, blow his dam, and fill her mouth with his flood.
Delight shot up and down Laura's arching spine. Come soon, she begged mentally. She wanted to be filled with come at the moment of her own release. The flavor and the climax complemented each other, made each other sweeter and more poignant. Then she felt the digit slip up inside her.
It was more than she could bear. She buried her face in the auburn bush and began to pump her head furiously along his rod as the first warning contraction wracked her loins. The spasm tightened her slippery sheath around the intruding finger. Laura felt Phil stiffen and begin to respond; his hips started to churn, then left the shag-carpeted floor as he drove to meet her descending mouth. He fucked her face as madly as a stallion as he ran his finger far into her convulsing cunt and tongued her clitoris wildly. It was coming on him, fast.
Then a gushing tide of succulent, cherished fluid rush-foaming over his face, whipped to froth by his finger as Laura sucked the digit deep into her velvet-lined belly with a single ripple of her abdominal muscles. Her flying tongue felt the first sympathetic tremors in his dong, and all hell broke loose.
Laura's orgasm grabbed her hips and wagged them like a dog's tail, robbing her clit of the oral assault. It didn't matter; Phil dug his face into her cunt, licking and gnawing frantically, setting off orgasm after blinding orgasm. His penis throbbed and spat, firing machine-gun bursts of his own molten lust into her greedy oral cavity, filling her face and being with the ambrosia of his come. Phil locked his arms about the narrow waist, to crush the pussy into his ravening face as his spewing cock raped the woman's mouth. The compound stimulation brought on a mutual orgasm that was ecstasy beyond imagining. Laura sucked and sucked and was rewarded with Phil's generously flowing seed, while his mouth joined her nether one in a kiss of terminal bliss.
After the climax they lay in the same position for a long time, lingering over their oral explorations and savoring the taste, smell and feel of each other. Both rested for a space, to gather their strength for further exertions.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan Langford, slim, and beautiful in a peaked way, sat on the piled cushions and stared in disbelief. She knew what her parents did, but it was hard to accept what her eyes showed her: her mother fucking herself wantonly on the towering pole of the man in the overstuffed chair, her father eating the pussy of a friend of Mother's while the woman crammed her face full of his enormous red-tipped cock. How humans could behave this way was totally beyond the girl.
Finals were coming up at her high school in a few days, and Susan had lingered at the public library till it closed at nine. She never went on dates, even on Fridays, though there would have been no dearth of offers if she had opened up in the slightest. But she never encouraged advances from boys. She wasn't interested, and besides she was afraid that if she went with a boy, he'd get the wrong ideas and would expect certain-well, things-from her.
So straight home she went, riding her bike along the quiet mercury-lamp lit streets. She swung off her ten-speed and walked it into the garage, going into the house through the kitchen door. She had wondered at the number of cars in front of the house-her parents hadn't told her they were having a party. She heard people in the living room, and went to investigate.
It was then that she saw the orgy in progress.
When Susan looked in from the hall there were eight people, stark naked, scattered about the living room, all of them long-lost in the throes of fucking. With a shock Susan saw her mother, youthful, unclad and lovely, driving her nude hindquarters up and down, her father on the floor with that brunette....
Startled, shocked, weak in the knees, Susan stole silently into the room and sat down, the stacked cushions giving beneath her slim body as she slumped onto them. Her mother looked up for a moment, saw her, then went back to her wanton, shameless activity. Likewise, her father noticed her unnaturally pale face staring at him before he drove into Laura Wayland's cunt. Neither said anything, for which Susan was glad. If either one had spoken to her she didn't know what she'd have done.
The other people rolling around on the thick carpet or mating on the furniture took no notice at all, whether out of politeness or because they were oblivious to all save their debauchery, the girl could not tell.
The first round of sex was soon done. Joanna Langford sat for a long time on Bob Edward's hairy lap while his cock deflated to a limp soggy worm and slid out of her still oozing cunt with a tiny plop. Laura Wayland was licking Phil's spent cock like a lollipop, searching idly for any stray drops of sperm that might have escaped her avid sucking, while the bearded, bear-like man licked absently at her gaping gash. The other couples relaxed, sipped drinks, and fondled each other absently as they collected their spent energies for the next round.
Laura Wayland rolled off her partner with a contented sigh. "Care for another drink?" she purred as she shifted to rest her head on his brawny shoulder. He turned his face to her and for a minute they shared a protracted spicy kiss redolent of the juices of their genitals. "Sure," Phil said. "Whatever you're having."
Unselfconsciously, the petite female swung to her feet and walked to the table for a drink from the laden tray. She picked one for herself and one for Phil and walked back, feeling his eyes devour her. How lucky Joanna is, she reflected, to have a man like Phil! The tongue-lashing he'd given her was as good as any she'd ever received.
Joanna swung her lithe legs off Bob. Her tits bobbled teasingly in the air before his eyes, the nipples two smiling eyes peering frankly at him. Phil called out to his wife: "How was he, hon?"
"Just fine," grinned Joanna, and Bob laughed at the casual discussion of his prowess. "What else have we got lined up for tonight?"
"Let's do something adventurous," Phil suggested. His hands roved over the nude body of Laura, who had settled down beside him once more. Joanna walked to him, bent down to receive a long, passionate kiss.
"Hey, no fair," gibed Mark Wayland, Laura's husband. "Two for one! Besides, that's putting the make on your own wife!" Joanna and her husband ignored him as they twisted their tongues and drank each other's saliva.
"You want to give it a try?" called Laura from Phil's side. She raised herself to an elbow an poised provocatively.
Joanna broke off the embrace. "Hmmm," she murmured appraisingly. "Lama certainly has a spicy quim."
"Jealous?" Phil asked. "No need of that. I've got an idea."
"Must be lonely," commented his wife.
"Awfully sarcastic for a woman who stands to get the best tongue-lashing of her, ahem, short life."
"Hah!" snorted the blonde, but she eagerly assumed her position astride her husband's head.
"Hang on," he said. He rolled over to face Laura. "Feel like another round?" For an answer she writhed sensuously against his bulk. Phil ran a powerful hand down her flank, played his thick fingers along the smooth, well-padded curve of her hip. The hand slid slowly to find the dampened thatch of her cunt. The brunette moaned softly as the digit slipped in.
"Still well oiled?" queried the big man. "Good. Up you go! Get ready for my cock!" He removed the finger and urged her to her knees. The massive pole of flesh at his groin was already stirring and straightening with renascent lust.
Joanna and the small brunette both got the same idea at once. They stopped like hawks on the swelling scarlet glans. With a muffled thud their heads bumped together, and they laughed and kissed each other tenderly before getting down to work.
Both women fastened their lips on Phil's huge head, which they could feel growing noticeably under the attentions of their avid oral tissues. The two struggled playfully for position at the pinnacle of his wine-dark shaft, each glorying at the rich warm taste of his masculinity. Joanna won possession of the fiery cock-head, so Laura allowed her ruby lips to slide down his thickening prod. She bit down lightly on the thick ventral swelling of the cock, and was rewarded by a startled roar from Phil, who was unprepared for the tidal wave of pleasure-pain that came crashing up from his loins.
In a twinkling Phil's member was hard as rock and vibrating with its need for action. Bob Edwards had pulled himself out of his chair, shed his opened shirt like a snake its old skin, and now stood over the two fervent fellatrices. "Now, wait a minute," he chided, "surely there's enough to go around!"
Laura looked up. The first thing that came to view was Bob's tool, straining out from his crotch with newly reborn lust. Abruptly she relinquished Phil's cock, leaving the tumescent organ for Joanna to eat by herself. The blonde woman hungrily drew him in, sucking till her cheeks were concave with effort. Phil groaned and ruffled her long hair.
Bob was taken by surprise when the compact brunette reared up and launched herself at his prick. Her out-thrust tongue preceded her, stabbing into the pinhole at the tip of his penis, trying futilely to Insert itself in the impossibly narrow passage. He moaned and rotated his hips to aid her in her quixotic attempt-it was hopeless, but it felt sooooo good!
Susan, forgotten on her cushions, looked on in sick fascination as her father lifted her mother's head from his rigid cock. She felt a sudden pang deep in her stomach at the sight of the imposing weapon, that immense penis of her father's-or was it in regions lower than her belly that she felt the strange, unsettling churnings the sight evoked? Her mind refused to follow that train of thought. Her father slid a finger between the black-haired woman's thighs even as she began to suck Bob Edwards off, insinuating the digit into the welling depths of her femininity. With his other hand Phil tickled the inside of Laura's thigh, until she looked away from her pleasurable task and realized what Phil was driving at.
The small black-haired woman swung her leg, poised above Phil's hairy groin, with her pale skinned ass smiling up at his bearded face. Bob shifted to follow the lead of her sucking, torturing mouth as she assumed a position facing Phil Langford's feet and began, oh so slowly, to lower her hot, ready body onto his retumescent tower of manmeat.
Joanna Langford felt lust spring Phoenix-like to life within her own loins. Though there were three other men at the gathering, and each of them a hell of a bed partner, right now she wanted her husband, that wonderful loving man, to give her brimming cunt the identical treatment he had dealt her best friend! Eagerly she got to her knees, moved so that her matted, dripping bush stared her husband right in the face.
Laura's cunt lips kissed the tip of Phil's cock, making him gasp. She was sopping wet and cool at first, but the sensation soon turned to one of boiler-heat as she lowered herself deliberately onto his upthrust prong, wriggling her sexy, delectable ass as she did so. She felt him grow within her, felt his giant cock drilling into her body endlessly until she wanted to scream around her mouthful of tasty manmeat. How long this man was! When she sucked him off she had found he was better hung than any mere mortal had a right to be, but she had no idea he was this long-or thick!
Bob corkscrewed his way into the steaming interior of Laura Wayland's educated mouth. She took him in easily, almost professionally, with her tongue spiralling out to meet his advance and coil like an erotic snake around his tangy staff of life. This woman was quite a cocksucker! He drew out again, felt her lips close tight around his girth as if unwilling to let him go. Her teeth closed behind the inflated head and trapped him for her oral digit to lave barely bearable love around the red-hot triangular glans. He put his hands on his hips and revelled in the sensation-the nibbling and tonguing, and the alternate hot and cold as she opened her mouth to admit titillating cool breaths of air while her own breath came like fire. Then Bob drove back into her, screwing her face as though it were a wanton but incredibly agile cunt.
The panting breath was icy and thrilling on Joanna's soaking pubic hair. She knew that when she dropped her brimming bush onto his waiting eager mouth, she would complete an unbelievable erotic circuit that would unite the four of them, Bob, Laura, Phil, and herself, in one delightful multiple fuck. Strong hands caught the supple bodied woman by the hips, strong thumbs planted themselves on her heavily forested pubic mound to draw apart the outer lips of her succulent pussy, exposing acres of shiny pinkness for Phil's consumption. With the stretching of her cuntal folds Joanna felt as if her world were being expanded, enlarged, to encompass a universe of delightful sensation.
Susan stared. Her mother lowered her hips and she saw her father's wanton tongue snake out to burrow between the opened nymphae. Susan wanted to scream, to cry, to run, but she could not. She knew such things happened, but still she sat clutching white-knuckled at her cushions as if in the hope the sybaritic scene would dissolve into the mists of nightmare.
The delving tongue buried itself to its fullest extent in the juicy interior of Joanna's cunt. She settled her body lower, giggling as her husband's facial hair tickled her vulnerable manhole, until both sets of spread lips enfolded his greedy mouth in a full luscious kiss. He licked far into her vagina, and she clamped her stomach muscles around his wandering digit of taste and squeezed, agonizingly.
The man writhed and bucked his hips. While Phil's conscious mind was occupied with devouring his wife's sultry sex, his motor functions had taken over his hindquarters and were driving them upwards repeatedly to meet the descending body of the brunette. The feel of her satiny rump impacting on his broad stomach with a loud smack, time and again, was total heaven.
The burly, bearded man abandoned himself to hedonistic joy. A detached part of his mind told him this was, indeed, paradise, to have a beauteous woman impaling herself relentlessly on his turgid prick, while another beauty writhed and ground her sumptuous pudendum into his face! With euphoric madness he ate and fucked furiously.
Joyously, Bob was reaping the benefits of Phil's arousal. With the rising fierceness of Phil's pumping into the compact Laura, the woman's excitement increased exponentially. And, as her excitement grew, so her delightful torment of Bob's entrapped member stepped up its intensity. Another climax was fast building in the furry sac of his balls, demanding release with Herculean force into the clutching, surrounding mouth.
Laura's hands were not idle while her mouth was occupied. First she clamped them both around the thick base of Bob's penis, steadied the arrowhead of pulsating flesh as the man thrust it in and out of her dank oral cavity; then the pace was set and her hands drifted down to toy with his testicles, to trap them and squeeze them so that the cock bobbed and jerked within her mouth. She. was lost in a delirium of carnality, with Bob's cock slapping into her tonsils at every forward stroke, with her buns splaying against Phil's stomach as his penis filled her needy slash with ecstasy. Her tits hobbled free and unattended, but she did not feel their neglect. She simply could not stand any more stimulation!
The adolescent mind of Susan Langford reeled wildly. This had to be a dream! She felt at herself to reaffirm that she was awake, running her hands down her small frightened body. Her budding breasts heaved uncontrollably; she grasped them, tried to contain their heaving, still the pounding of her heart. She could feel her nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, prodding her dry palms like two small fingers. Her mouth opened slightly, and she wet her lips.
The four people on the floor were going at it, thrashing about like maddened eels. The other couples had stopped their own erotic wrestling to watch the wild scene taking place before the couch. It was as if the four people locked together by mouth and genitals were possessed, ruled by some power greater than all of them.
Susan's mother locked her hands around Phil's head and smashed him into her. His tongue was a darting flame burning far into her belly while his mouth kneaded and worked the scalloped, dainty pinkness that fringed her seething cauldron of sex. His hands slipped around her youthful, firm ass as he strove to become one with her avaricious pussy. Joanna felt a finger prodding at her asscheeks, wedging them apart, and before she knew it her rectum was full of Phil's massive middle finger. Instinctively, her sphincter convulsed, but the member was already well within her rear. All she could do was hold it, feel it stir ring inside her bowels, shooting added sparks of pleasure clamoring up her spine.
The strain on his upper back did not trouble Phil Langford in the least as he held himself off the floor. All that existed for him were two women, at his mouth and his cock, welded to one another in an erotic totality. The digit up Joanna's ass was being strangled in a noose of steel and velvet as the woman churned her hips and tightened the strong, knowledgeable muscles of her stomach to trap both inquisitive members and crush them in a loving vice.
The enormous cock driving into her was a white-hot arrow in incandescent carnality, and Laura shed her rationality like a cocoon. She knew her need and urgency were being transmitted to Bob Edwards. She felt his own lust grow as he threw caution to the wind and raped her face with extravagant vigor. She took his every stroke, to the-hilt, while her fingers molded and rolled his boiling testes in his tight, wrinkled, elephant-skin scrotum. Her organ of taste tried to keep pace with his onslaught, but it was a lost cause; he was pistoning in and out of her mouth with incredible speed.
Laura lifted her plush hindquarters off the hairy stomach, felt the firebrand drawing her guts out like silken tongs. This was fantastic! She felt Phil thrust up to meet her return, then felt the contractions begin. Her cunt muscles knotted, sucking the bear-like man's enormous penis far up into her, held it poised there for a scarlet-and gold millennium as her brain exploded in a million parti-colored fragments.
Firm hands closed vice-like around the trunk of Bob Edwards' orally enfolded cock. With a single spurt he shot a jet of creamy come all the way to rebound off the back of her throat and slide like acid down her food-channel. Again and again his big rod pumped forth its thick white yield, once more filling Laura's mind-and mouth-with the tangy treat she so fervently craved. She rocked back and forth, pinioned by two huge pricks, eyes closed as orgasm after orgasm pounded into her. She felt pain, detachedly, as Bob caught two great handfuls of her raven hair and impaled her face with his spewing spike, calling aloud in the frenzy of his own release.
Laura's cunt became an inferno burning and sucking the life-force from Phil's body, drawing him out through the tiny opening in the head of his dick. He shot off before the fiery message of his own climax hit his brain. Then he too was gone, tossed limply on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. His ass sprang clear of the carpet as he rammed his fountaining member far, far into the small brunette's exploding belly.
A brutal finger was suddenly buried to the knuckle in Joanna's tender nether passage. The finger seemed to be trying to touch the tongue which burrowed ever farther into the oil-lined sheath of her twat. The blond woman felt an indescribable suction, pulling her labia minora into her husband's frenetic mouth as he came catastrophically, swamping Laura's quim in a Vesuvius of sperm and semen. Hard upper teeth abraded Joanna's protruding clit, and with a scream she too orgasmed. She threw back her head, let the sensation wash over her from her crotch in both directions-to her tilted golden head and her curled toes, rebounding back with a deafening thunderclap of pleasure.
Susan watched her mother cry out and slump forward with her father still gobbling at her sex, while the trim woman on her fathers jutting prong throw back her untamed head and let Bob Edwards' come pulse over her face, running over her flushed cheeks, up her nose, into her tightly shut eyes. The mutual climax possessed the four for what seemed like hours. Then they collapsed into a trembling heap of bare, sweaty flesh.
Susan stared at the pile of bodies, feeling naked, embarrassed. Then, silently as the morning mist, she rose from her stock of cushions and stole from the room. When she was out the door she gave a muffled sob and fled up the stairs.
CHAPTER THREE
The low humming of music from her older sister's room attracted Susan's attention. She felt in need of companionship. Her sister Michelle would comfort her, soothe away her fears. Susan knew her sister was no virgin and did not share her morality, but the seventeen-year-old was always sympathetic and understanding. Susan crept to the door, with an unfamiliar sticky feeling in her pantied crotch.
She tapped hesitantly on the door. She heard a mutter of voices, heard her sister's voice call out: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Missy," she replied quietly, using her sister's nickname. "It's Susan." She heard a rustling and soft steps. A moment later the door swung open.
Michelle Langford had her father's auburn hair, of a richer more lustrous hue than his, and her mother's lithe, leggy build. Her face was rounder than the younger girl's, with an upturned snub nose and an air of mischief constantly about her. "Hi, Suze," she said sweetly. "What's the matter? You've been crying! Come in." Susan stepped into the room and her sister shut the door behind her.
The fifteen-year-old stopped short in confusion. They weren't alone. Steve, Michelle's well-built, sandy-headed boyfriend, sat on Missy's waterbed holding something in his hand. Tentatively Susan sniffed the air, smelling heavy incense barely masking the odor of marijuana. Her heart gave a little jump, but she could not face fleeing to the echoing solitude of her room.
"Have a seat," Michelle offered brightly. She waved a slender hand at the black vinyl beanbag chair hunching near the bed.
Cat Stevens crooned low out of the stereo as Susan dropped limply into the chair. She was lightheaded, felt the chair swallowing her up. She sighed, shakily.
Michelle came and sat beside her. Her arm encircled the younger girl's shoulders. Her voice was freighted with concern: "Come on Suze, tell me what's bothering you."
All of a sudden Susan's vision was blurred by a curtain of tears. Steve's face, smiling gently, swam in a haze in the dark, smoky room as he took a long toke at the joint. The puritanical adolescent started sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh Michelle," she cried. "Oh Michelle, I don't know what to do!" Quickly she recounted what she had witnessed when she returned from the library.
Michelle clucked and shook her head sympathetically. "Suzy honey, you're taking it too hard. You know Mom and Dad don't believe in being bound by outmoded conventions. You know they go in for swapping and swinging, they don't try to hide it from you."
"I-I know," sobbed the smaller female. "But ... but I think it's-it seems so wrong!"
"What's wrong with it? Suzy, oh my Suzy, can't you see? There's nothing bad about sex, no reason not to do it. It's so much healthier to give your body free expression than to keep your needs and desires pent up-like you're doing." She took her sister by the shoulders, felt her shaking with emotion. "There is absolutely no reason Mom and Dad shouldn't have sex with whomever they please, when and where they please. The people down in the living room are friends-why Mark and Laura are Mom and Dad's best friends! They all enjoy group sex, and don't see a thing wrong with it." With a shock, Michelle realized that the proximity of her lovely young sister was turning her on. She was getting hot for Susan!
Susan shook her flaxen-haired head violently. "But it's wrong-it's unnatural!" She looked into her elder sister's face, limpid blue eyes unnaturally bright.
"Do you want me to say it's wrong? I can't!" Michelle spoke with sudden emphasis. "I do it-I make love to men and women, and I enjoy it wholeheartedly. If you'd only loosen up, you'd enjoy it too-and you'd be so much happier!"
Susan buried her face in Michelle's bosom and cried. Michelle circled the blond head and patted the long, com silk hair. Steve half rose, as if to leave them alone. Michelle shook her auburn tresses no. Suzy would feel better after a good cry. The dope was making the older girl euphoric, and its inhibition-removing effect was combining with Susan's face against the exposed skin of her fully developed young boob and causing an unsettling reaction in her loins. She realized abruptly that she hoped she could do something about Suzy's uptightness-this wasn't the first time Michelle had noticed her baby sister was damnably sexy.
Hugging the blonde, Michelle brushed a vagrant yellow curl from her forehead and kissed her. Tears were still streaming down Susan's lovely, flushed features. Michelle began to murmur reassuringly to her, kissing the tears away. She kissed both eyes, pale blue like her own, though now moist and red-rimmed from weeping. She kissed Susan's nose, long and slender like their mother's. She looks so like Mom, thought Michelle. She kissed Susan on the nose again, then kissed her lightly on the lips.
The fifteen-year-old felt her unhappiness subsiding in a wash of tenderness for her thoughtful elder sibling. Strange feelings stirred within her heaving breast. The pot smoke in the air made her giddy, or at least she thought that responsible for her wooziness. She laid her head against Michelle's chest, sniffling slightly.
With a shock she realized that the fulsome breasts on which she was pillowed were mostly bare. Missy wasn't wearing a bra, and her embroidered work shirt was unbuttoned past the swelling of her tits, so that the cloth hung loose to expose 'great areas of her snowy, untanned boobs. The sight had a disturbing effect on Susan, something she could no more define than she could ignore. She lifted her hand to the flat incline of Michelle's breastbone, rested her head on it.
She could feel Michelle's heart beneath her palm, pounding with a wild triphammer beat. Was Missy breathing harder with excitement, or was it just Susan's imagination? She felt her own heart start to pound faster, and her head swam.
Michelle reached up to take hold of Susan's hand, which rested beneath the spun-gold locks. Gently she urged the hand free, tugged it downward to rest on her right tit. She pressed the hand to her, felt Susan's palm hot and damp on the scantily covered mammary. Her sister gazed up at her, dry-eyed.
Michelle kissed Susan on the mouth. This kiss lingered, and Michelle felt a fire of horniness ignited in her loins. She looked into Susan's eyes, thought she saw a similar fire there. She kissed the blonde again, her heart beating wildly as she felt the small hand close around her breast and begin, timidly, to massage it.
Suddenly she could contain herself no longer. She opened her mouth and her tongue poked out, to flick gently across the younger girl's unpainted lips. Back and forth over Susan's delectable mouth Michelle ran her tongue, slowly pressing the girl's lips apart and insinuating her organ of taste. Gradually, Susan opened her mouth, accepting the amorous oral digit.
In a rising heat of passion, Michelle laved the moist cavern-like interior membranes. Susan's tongue touched hers, uncertainly, and then the two members were licking and caressing each other, forming an erotic oral sandwich as Michelle initiated her sibling in the sweet mysteries of osculation.
As their ambrosial saliva mingled, Susan felt her control slip away, and with it the years of inhibition, of careful restriction of what she would allow herself to feel. She wanted something she had never wanted before-with her own sister. She abandoned herself totally to sensuality and her own fledgling lust.
The girls locked in a fevered embrace. Their mouths melted together while their hands roved aimlessly. Michelle's work shirt fell down her shoulders to unveil the twin talismans of her opulent tits, and Susan's hands wandered over them, kneading, squeezing, massaging, loving the silky texture of the perfect flesh, the heat and hardness of the erect nipples. Susan felt her sister's hands fumbling with her blouse, unfastening the buttons, reaching around her thin torso inside the garment to unsnap her brassiere with an experienced flick. She raised her shoulders so the older girl could peel off the light blouse, which dropped in a white pool about her tiny waist. Then Michelle took hold of the bra straps and slid them down the slim tanned arms.
If the tall auburn-haired Michelle's tits were ripe, lush pendants of creamy flesh, Susan's were two firm budding charms, small but well-formed cones with large bright-pink tips that pointed like little fingers toward Michelle's hungry mouth. The older girl held her sister at arms' length, surveying her charms. The deep tan of late spring contrasted sharply with the milky whiteness of her adolescent jugs, the tasty confections vividly cresting either mound.
Her mouth watering, Michelle leaned forward. Susan cocked her chest up and shoulders hack to tilt her tits up as an irresistible offering to her elder sibling. She shivered in unwonted delight, with anticipation she had never known before. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, a voice cried what are you doing? but her lust spoke much louder now.
Greedily, the auburn-haired chick's lips closed around a jutting nipple. The rubbery flesh gave springily, and Michelle worked the love-button gingerly, for several moments, while Susan writhed in the grip of unfamiliar pleasure.
The sensations were unbelievable, unreal, and heightened by the novelty of it all. As did the forbiddenness, the delicious abandon of deserting the self-imposed restrictions of a lifetime to enjoy a tempestuous sex-act with her elder sister. Her hands played with Michelle's jugs, tweaking the nipples, eliciting moans of delight as a reward. The throaty sound vibrated the rigid tit-nubbin, held fast between avid teeth, and sent shivers coruscating joyfully down her spine.
Michelle opened her mouth farther to take in more of the erectile nipple. Her teeth were barely parted, so that they abraded the super sensitized pebble as it was drawn in. Whole new horizons of sensation opened up before Susan's befuddled, bemused brain. She recognized now the stirrings in her crotch that had frightened her as she watched the orgy. She felt the same stirrings now-the stirrings of purest, unadulterated lust.
The hands of the older girl were not idle as her mouth feasted on its tender tit-bit. They glided feather light up and down the smooth flanks of the blonde, bumping along the padded picket fence of her ribs to the cushiony flesh of her stomach, back, then down again to tap on Susan's hips, still prominent and only now beginning to swell with the full roundness of young womanhood., The inexperienced hands on her own jugs were driving Michelle crazy in spite of their clumsiness. Susan had much to learn of the art of breast-fondling-she pinched Michelle's nipples painfully hard-but at the same time the very tender roughness of the girl's foreplay aroused her sister incredibly. She laid a hand on Susan's knee, felt the quivering satiny skin. Slowly she slid up the skinny thigh, tickling the sensitive flesh on the inside of the leg, and she felt Susan eagerly part her legs as instinct took over.
The bulge in Susan's panties was wet to the touch, and Michelle's learned fingers soon detected a sopping wet area along the womanly slash as well as a larger, drier region that betrayed an earlier involuntary stimulation at the sight of their parents' orgy. It confirmed Michelle's belief that her sister was a victim of her own unnatural restraint, and that she was doing the best thing by-let's face it, she thought-seducing her barely nubile baby sister.
Had Steve been asked, he would have enthusiastically affirmed that she was doing the right thing. He had never witnessed Lesbian lovemaking before, especially not between sisters-and two such foxy sisters at that.
Michelle massaged Susan's crotch feelingly. She felt the wetness spread, become a flood. Susan was writhing and sobbing in a sheer frenzy of lust now. Michelle lapped at the nipple she held in bondage, swirled it around teasingly. She released the tit, began to lick in great circles around the unfinished boob, raising bumps of delighted gooseflesh as she homed in on the nipple. Instead of attacking the small coral stone of desire, she spiralled back outwards until her meandering brought her to the shallow valley between the small breasts.
She licked up and down the cleft, enjoying the taste of her sister and the transmitted feel of her excitement. Her own need and arousal were growing exponentially, especially with Susan's unceasing single minded diddling of her huge tits.
Frantically now, Michelle scooted a hand under Susan's bottom, got her to lift out of the enveloping vinyl of the chair. With a quick motion, Michelle slid the panties free, feeling them stick slightly to the sopping slit, and shucked them off over Susan's bare feet. The smaller girl had kicked her shoes off long since.
A rush of cold air swept over Susan's exposed cunt, but not for long. Instantly there was the warm, enticing pressure of her older sister's palm, urgently working the heavily furred bulge around and around. The motion ground Susan's clitoris against her pubic bone, and she all but cried aloud her savage joy.
Surprisingly strong small hands clasped behind Michelle's head, crushing her face between her sister's budding tits. Under the frantic squeezing she began to slide her lips down the smooth, tawny surface of Susan's body, feeling the myriad microscopic hairs on the girl's stomach tickling her. Susan started to moan and chum her hips as Michelle ran a finger along her dripping virginal slash.
The fifteen-year-old blonde was aflame with desire. She had never conceived of anything feeling as good as Michelle's finger caressing her cunt-lips. But she knew instinctively that that feeling would pale by comparison to the treatment her sister's knowing lips and tongue would administer!
The searching tongue dipped briefly into a puckered jewel-like navel, causing Susan to squirm with new delight. Slowly a long-nailed finger insinuated itself between the moist lips of the untapped cunt, slipped into a seething furnace of molten desire, to stroke it to even greater heat.
Michelle's chin brushed the light material of her sister's skirt, hiking it up around her slim hips. Urgently, she lifted her face from the silky skin and slipped down. She kissed each of her sister's prominent kneecaps, then made her way upward along the smooth inner thigh of the younger girl.
Susan giggled as her older sister's lips tickled the inside of her leg. The finger stuck into her pussy quit stroking the labia majora's inner lining, and slowly, excruciatingly, slid into her vagina. Even the slender digit expanded the virginal sheath, stretching the mucous membranes deliciously. Susan settled her ass deeper into the yielding black chair and moaned softly.
The ripe smell of the blond girl's aroused sex was an aphrodisiac curling into Michelle's nostrils. She felt her pulse quicken and her own cunt start to drip with hominess. She had always known her kid sister would be a truly delicious piece of ass if ever she loosened up-now she was about to find out at first hand! The golden-furred slash loomed large in her smoke-fogged vision.
Susan felt delicate, sure fingers spread the large outer lips of her vulva. Her disappointment at the fingers departure from her slithering sheath ebbed rapidly as the cool air kissed the exposed wet pinkness of her hidden regions. Her body tensed as she felt Michelle's breath hot on her blossom-like opened privates, and her body tingled all over as if it were being pricked by a billion minuscule needles. "Oh God, Missy," she murmured. "Oh God, do it!"
Michelle heard and complied. Deliberately, she brought her famished mouth into its first scintillating contact with her lovely sister's love lips, drinking in the smell and then the flavor of her saucy lubricants as she kissed Susan's cunt deeply and fervently. "Oh JESUS!" hissed Susan. She grabbed a double handful of Michelle's plentiful auburn locks.
Soon Michelle lost herself in dreamy consumption of her sibling's ambrosial twat. She lapped at the cerise scalloped curtains guarding the virgin's cockpit with mindless abandon. Susan's crazed tearing at her hair as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her was painful for Michelle, but the pain only lent a poignant edge to her own stimulation. Her panties were sopping and sticking to her chestnut-thatched crotch.
On the bed Steve sat neglected, nursing a hard-on of monumental proportions. The sight of Michelle shamelessly performing cunnilingus on her young saffron-haired sister was a feast to his greedy eyes! His prod throbbed, restrained by the thick material of his blue jeans. If this went on much longer, he'd simply rip a hole through the heavy denim with his stiffening, spring loaded cock!
The torture some tongue teased apart the elf-dainty folds of skin that protected Susan's inner fastness. The organ of taste rolled the sensitive flaps around against Michelle's pearly teeth to accompanying groans of delight from the nubile blond beauty. Then the coral oral digit sought and found the hood of flesh sheltering the timid button of Susan's desire. Carefully, Michelle urged the pink covering down the length of her sister's swollen clit, leaving the nerve node fully exposed to her attentions.
She eyed the opalescent clit hungrily, then touched it with the very tip of her tongue. The effect on Susan was electric. A million-gigavolt discharge coursed like lightning up her back and slammed her brain. The fuses of her conscious mind nearly overloaded with the tremendous surge of power that hit her medulla. Her slim hips began to gyrate with a life of their own, while her hands stroked and petted the auburn head. Michelle ran her tongue down the love-stone, then back up, sending jolt after thrilling jolt of unbearable pleasure pounding into the blonde's willing body.
Again she placed the tip of her stiff, cock-imitating tongue on the peak of the lust-swollen clitoris. Michelle started rotating her head so that the tongue pushed Susan's clitoris in a tiny, excruciating circle.
The feeling was indescribable. Susan's mind simply did not know words to express what was happening to her. Ecstasy flowed through her veins like erotic acid, searing her nerve endings and burning her brain with its message of passion. Susan felt something building in her loins as Michelle ate her, something that made her quake, something that constricted her throat so that she could hardly breathe. Her hips were bucking like a bronc just out of the chute now, but her sister kept her oral purchase, kept up the precise, unendurably wonderful circular motion.
The auburn-haired seventeen-year-old held the pubic petals spread with careful fingers while she went at the flowing pussy. Only such an experienced cunnilinguist as Michelle could have ridden the crest of Susan's mounting orgasm, but Missy hung on firmly, gobbling for glory the whole time.
Then it struck. Susan shrieked, a long rising ululation of pent emotion and desire, suddenly released in a torrent like Hoover Dam bursting. Her slender thighs clamped vice-tight around Michelle's head, blotting out all sensory input for the sorrel-head except all-encompassing warmth, and the taste and smell of wet, coming cunt. Susan's climax threw her clear of the chair's black embrace and the two girls landed in a tangle, half-on and half-off the great big bean-bag. Susan knew nothing of her insensate contortions, how ever; her mind was filled with a stained-glass riot of brilliant orgasmic color, as her loins exploded with lust.
Finally she lay still, her death-grip on her sister's temples released. The two lay limp and enervated, Michelle drinking in the running essence that had fountained from Susan's pussy. The older female's shirt had come off totally during the oral love-play, and she lay with her large bare breasts rising and falling rapidly.
She pulled herself up to gaze into Susan's face. "Your turn," she husked. "You go down on me now!"
Susan looked at her for a moment, uncomprehending. Then the insistent urgings of Michelle's hands made her understand. She scooted her buttocks down and out of the chair, and turned her attention to her sister's lush tits.
Michelle gasped as Susan took in a mouthful of her boob. The willowy blonde was unschooled but eager, and she mouthed the trapped mound of flesh with a religious fervor. Her tongue roved aimlessly but lasciviously over the white meat, till it chanced happily upon the prominent cherry and set to diddling it furiously.
Meanwhile, Michelle struggled with the zipper of her jeans. She wanted, to get them off so she could get off, on the incredibly sexy tongue-lashing she knew this tremendous baby sister of hers was about to dish out! The breast-feeding was simply fantastic, but Michelle's need was too great for much of such foreplay. She wanted Suzy to eat her pussy, all of it!
She arched her back and skinned off the pants, rolling fully onto her back as she did so. She was now slumped in the chair, stark naked, her luscious, youthful thighs parted to reveal the glorious chestnut thatch at their juncture. Steve, sitting across from them, felt his erection grow even larger, painfully. This was too much to bear!
Reluctantly, Susan's mouth relinquished the ample boob, the wet red finger of her tongue reaching out for a last titillating flick of the jutting nipple as strong hands pulled her from it. Then the tongue traced a moist line across the domed, firm plain of Michelle's stomach, and saliva glistened against the tan skin and incredibly fine downy hairs. Before she knew what was happening, Susan's chin brushed thick curly bush, and Michelle sobbed audibly with anticipation.
The impelling hands gave off their pulling and began to stroke the corn silk hair at Susan's temples. The odor of womanhood was overpowering to the innocent girl, but she was still hot from the conflagration of her first orgasm. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sweaty tangled mat.
Her lips touched tenderness as she ground her face into the densely forested cunt-bun. Susan's fingers dug into the large demiglobes of a faultless ass as she burrowed into the mons veneris, moving her face around and around, crushing the older girl's lust-distended clitoris against the underlying bone. Michelle petted Susan's head and ran her tongue over dry lips, "Oh, honey, you feel sooooo good!" she cried.
Susan's lower lip encountered the top of Michelle's brimming quim, a quiver with excite ment, then the adolescent was lost In a swimming lip-to-lip kiss with her sister's juicy twat.
The rush of woman-musk made her head swim, and the acid-sweet flavor of the dripping lubricative fluid was almost more than she could stand. But somehow, instead of repelling her, it drew her irresistibly on. Susan's mouth stretched wide and Its taste-probe quested in search of more succulent nectar. Her lust bloomed again in her pale-haired groin.
She was now on her knees, worshipping at the altar of her older sister's femininity, while the other ran fevered hands over her hair and shoulders and moaned cat-like in her joy. Susan's pert buttocks were waving provocatively in the air, the lust-dewed golden thatch of her pubic hair peeking down from the pink crevasse between the snowy cheeks.
The sight was altogether too much for Steve. He leapt to his feet, tearing off his t-shirt, and crossed the room with a bound. A stifled cry escaped the auburn-haired wench, telling of the initial penetration of her cunt by Susan's tongue. Steve's belt buckle resisted perversely, but he got it undone and his navy bells unbuttoned in record time. He wasn't wearing shorts beneath the pants; his cock jumped free as he pushed the denim trousers down over his hairy thighs. He was seven inches of thick, hard cock, dark reddish-brown and swaying in the breeze as he tried to make up his mind what to do with the mighty weapon. The possibilities were endless, and endlessly delightful!
Susan stirred the inside of Michelle's cockpit with her tongue. Frantic fingers clawed at assflesh, and as her own excitement mounted her own ass wiggled invitingly. That made up Steve's mind for him. Let another have her cherry-he was going to devirginate that tempting pubescent ass!
He got to his knees behind the cunt-lapping fifteen-year-old. Steve reached out one hand and touched the shimmering globes, eliciting a shudder of delight. He ran his hand down the satiny swelling, rejoicing in the smooth feel of the girl's hide. He ran a finger around the hard, noded rim of her asshole, and slid down to tickle her perineum before dipping into her manhole.
Susan took a mouthful and sucked on it. Michelle's entire body rippled with the pleasure of increased attention. Susan did not know what the male intended, but she knew whatever it was she wanted it!
Steve withdrew his finger, gleaming with vaginal liquids. Painstakingly, he smeared the fluid around the tightly-clenched anus, oiling the puckered depression. Then the digit returned for another coating of cunt-juice. This time Steve tickled the fisted asshole into relaxing with a fingertip. Susan's back crawled into goosepimples as the finger slipped up her rectum. This was unnatural, she thought, but it felt too good for her to bridle. She was beside herself, lost in a mad fling that she realized, deep down, she would regret next day when the salacious fog had dissipated, but now she was living only for each second's wonderful carnal fulfillment.
The patterned Indian print hanging from the ceiling caught Michelle's eye. Her lust-clouded gaze discovered new designs in the thin cloth, while she enjoyed Susan's apprenticeship as a quim-sucker. As a woman, she had an instinctive grasp of what felt good, and Michelle looked forward to training her into mastery of the art of cunnilingus.
Susan yanked her hands free of Michelle's twisting body so as to better examine the girl's pussy. She pulled apart the labia majora and ran her tongue dog-like over the expanse of pale pink, nerve-rich tissue and felt her sister's thrill. The inner lips were fragile, provocatively parted, and inviting; she thrust her tongue between them and ran it up and down. Michelle waggled her ass and locked her hands behind her sister's head.
As Susan felt the finger leaving her ass, she tried tightening her belly to hold the lovely intruder in. To Steve the unexpected contraction felt as if his cock, not his forefinger, was inside the girl. He had to get into her, and damn soon, lest he cream all over Missy's carpet.
To think was to act. He smeared a final helping of rich sauce around the anus and inside, pushing his finger up the girl's rump all the way to her knuckle and twirling it in her rectum. He wanted to penetrate with a minimum of wear and tear on the chick.
Steve took himself in hand, feeling his organ pulsing with barely repressed power. Carefully he steered the flaming scarlet glans to the tiny opening. He rubbed his prick around, lapping up the feel of hot assflesh on his tool. Susan squealed around a mouthful of vulva as it hit her what he was about to do. Good God, can I take it? she thought. Even the youth's digit within her anal passage had stretched her painfully, though she was too preoccupied to protest. It had turned her on, too, she admitted, but that gigantic cock? Maybe she should protest, try and stop Steve from....
Steve lunged. His conical head wedged open the unwilling anus and forged its way into the impossibly tight channel. It was like a tight, hot, dry glove being pulled onto his prick, and he drove on, ruthlessly, until over half his length was buried in the quivering rump.
Susan tried to lift her head and scream, but implacable hands locked behind her neck would not let her budge. Michelle was murmuring deliriously now, crushing her sister's face to her as if trying to cram the blond head up her ravenous cunt. Susan called out in agony as though yelling up the other girl's vagina, and the wild vibrations that resulted drove Michelle mad.
Susan's ass was afire, stretched unbearably, ripped apart. She felt that at any moment she must split open as the enormous rod plunged into her bowels. How could anyone enjoy this? She cried out again, muffled by the spongy mound, and struggled to get free. Steve .grabbed her hips and Michelle's frenzied arms held her immovably to her enflamed sex.
Suddenly Steve withdrew. Susan felt weak, almost collapsed. It hurt sooo bad ... but when all that remained clutched in her raw asshole was the titanic head of the cock, she shook with an unfamiliar appetite and shoved her ass back to meet his next advance. Pleasure shot in actinic blue lines through the dark pain, overmastered and replaced it as the iron-hard prong rammed up her back.
Her eating took on new energy. Steve began fucking her butt with short hard strokes, sending tearing, beautiful jolts into her groin. Her pussy was awash once more. Susan stuck out her tongue, drove it well into Michelle's vagina.
It was the last straw for the auburn-haired beauty. The fiery oral digit spiralling into her sweet-slimed pipeline of pleasure sent Michelle shrieking over the edge, and as she came cataclysmically she pulled her sister's gobbling face farther and farther into her convulsing pussy. She wanted to take that neophyte tongue all the way to her throat! A tempest of ecstasy roared through her brain as she climaxed.
The peristaltic waves of passion running the length of Michelle's cunt closed like wire nooses about Susan's tongue. The blonde's eyes bugged out at the fantastic sensation and she wagged her head from side to side in a shark-like feeding frenzy. At the same time, she drove backward hard, impaling her round, pearly ass on Steve's rigid stave of manmeat.
Steve felt her rocket back at him, and thrust forward manfully. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and his teeth clenched with the strain of his effort. Both were pushing together with a strength borne of sheer lust, and, slowly, millimeter by hard-won millimeter, Steve fed still more of his endless fleshy log into the white-hot furnace of Susan's bowels.
The electric nimbus of Michelle's orgasm suffused Susan. She did not even slow her consumption of the gushing delicacy, as she tensed the muscles of her thighs, panting with exertion. She raised one knee from the floor to brace her foot on the carpeted surface, and she gasped with Steve as the maneuver compressed her tiniest corridor unbelievably.
To Steve, it was like the jaws of a trap closing on his tool. He leaned forward, grunting as he locked hands around the slim waist. He was going to give this incredibly hot chick his every inch or die trying! They both strained to the utmost, and the cock inched inward.
Then, at last, Steve felt the resiliency of Susan's protruding buttocks press against his groin. With a spurt of energy he buried his dagger to the hilt and felt his orgasm thunder into being.
Frantically he jerked his sword from her marble mountains. He pistoned back into her, out, and in again as Susan clenched her sphincter and threw her body to and fro to match the tempo of his fucking. It felt like a pulsating telephone pole was being shoved up her dry rectum, but it was good, so good. Her rational mind gave up and her whole universe centered on her feasting mouth and metronomically punished asshole.
Steve came. A full load of sperm and semen rushed down his tube and blew off the tip of his cock, deep into Susan's belly. Mindlessly he pumped her, impossibly deeper with every spewing stroke. The boiling torrent of come touched off a fresh hurricane in Susan's humid cunt, and the sympathetic contraction of her rectum knocked Steve for an erotic loop.
Together they grunted and sobbed as their desire scintillatingly spent itself. Michelle sobbed and called out as she came again, and for a time they were three healthy young animals, sating themselves with no thought save bestial release.
Weakly, Steve pushed away from the girl's trembling ass, his rapidly deflating cock coming loose with a pop. "Wow!" he breathed. "Where've you been hiding your sister, Missy? Her asshole's tighter than yours, even!"
"Jesus, I wish I'd known," gasped Michelle, between pants. Her sapphire eyes were open and staring dreamily at the Indian hanging. "You'd never think such a prudish exterior would be concealing such a damn good eater!"
Susan lay in the huddle against the beanbag chair, her head pillowed on Michelle's tan thigh. The tides of orgasmic oceans had ebbed, leaving her with a strange feeling of emptiness. Suddenly, it all came home to her-her nakedness, her sister's wanton nudity, the full import of what she had done-and what had been done to her!
She sprang to her feet and was out the door before the others could move, leaving behind her clothing and a wild cry of grief and pain.
Steve stared openmouthed after her. "What's gotten into her?"
Michelle frowned, so concerned that she ig,nored the obvious rejoinder to Steve's question. "Oh nor she moaned. "I should have known! When she came down she had a relapse of that damn straitlaced morality. Great God, if we don't do something it might put her off sex forever!" Steve looked out the door, shaking his head, What a shame that would be!" he exclaimed, echoing Michelle's thoughts. They had to help her, he knew. For their own sakes as well as Susan's.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan Langford sat alone in her room. Her knees were pulled up to her chin, her skinny arms clasped around them. She sat in the middle of her big unmade bed and stared out the window. Sometimes she rocked back and her wide cornflower-blue eyes seemed to gaze at the ceiling, but sightlessly, as though she were gazing out into infinity.
How could you do it? she was thinking. Your own sister! For a good part of her life she had shared a room with her sister-this room, in fact, which she had gotten all to herself when her elder brother Charles had gone away to college. How often had she and Missy slept together, six feet apart in their separate beds. Or sometimes, when one or the other felt lonely or frightened, in the same bed snuggled closely together. Michelle's body always felt so warm, so reassuring, pressed next to hers in the middle of the night. Had Susan, in the back of her mind, always been thinking about how nice it would be to hold her sister in a passionate embrace, while their tongues explored each other's mouths and bodies? Had her subconscious mind always lusted after the lovely brunette, awaiting only the opportunity to drive Susan to acts she had always considered despicable?
The blonde shook herself. It had happened. Her sister had kissed her in the forbidden, disgusting regions between her thighs, gotten pleasure from it ... made her get pleasure from it. And then she had done the same for Michelle, getting down on her knees, kissing and licking and sucking at her sister's seething cunt-and, worst of all, enjoying what she was doing. She could still feel the pungent oily juices on her lips and tongue, and her stomach twisted in revulsion. But she hadn't reacted like that when she was eating Michelle. Far from it.
She had savored the taste of her older sister's pussy as if it had been some fine, rare wine.
Susan hugged her knees tighter to her budding breasts. The breasts my own sister kissed and fondled, she thought as she felt her legs pressing her small jugs against her ribs. In a spasm of self hatred she knew that the feeling of her thighs against her young, undeveloped mammaries was making her long once again for Michelle to touch her there, to lap and nip and fondle, to make her know again those horrible, unnatural pangs of ecstasy.
Worst of all, there was nothing to do to keep the memories of the night before from crowding into her sleepless brain. It had been wrong, wrong, wrong, and every thought, every picture appearing in her mind's eye served to remind her of it. Incest ... homosexuality ... promiscuity....
Lesbianism ... the words seemed to ring accusingly in her ears.
And if anyone ever heard about it, she could go to jail!
It never occurred to the unhappy adolescent that this latter was extremely un-likely. While her state, like most others, had outmoded puritanical laws on the books regarding what was legal in the way of sexual conduct, no one was really liable to find out what had happened. Her parents went about their merry ways, making no secret of their swinging activities, and no one ever bothered them.
But Susan was in the throes of terrible, adolescent guilt. She rocked back and forth on the springy mattress. This was a mistake; a stab of pain shooting along her spine reminded her forcefully of what else had gone on in Missy's room. As if she could forget! There was a burning, an incessant ache in her rectum, as constant and unrelenting as the voice of God pronouncing eternal damnation on her. She had let herself be fucked in the ass. She had allowed Steve to sodomize her, while she buried her face lewdly and lustfully in her sister's groin, and given herself over to the wracking tempests that started in her loins and laid the whole of her tender young being in ruins.
She had enjoyed the orgasms intensely, incredibly more than anything she had experienced in her entire life. But at the same time, they were as shattering for her as they were for any pubescent youth just beginning to learn the ways of her blossoming body. Even a youngster with a normal curiosity and eagerness about his or her own sexuality found that first encounter with ultimate physical bliss an earth-shaking experience. The first real sex act with another person was equally powerful.
For both to happen simultaneously was cataclysmic. And to a girl as inhibited as Susan was, as frightened and repelled by sex, it. was a terrible, unsettling thing.
Add to this the fact that her first sex was of a sort she had always considered evil and repulsive ... with her own beloved sister. And that her tender asshole had been mercilessly reamed by a male she hardly knew. And that she had enjoyed it all, unabashedly.
It was too much for Susan to take. She sat on her bed, her thin, pretty features pale and drawn. Her blue orbs stared intently into nothingness. For a long time she tried to make her mind blank. She tried to forget what had happened. And more, what she had become.
It was futile. Every vivid image of the wild session in Michelle's room brought a tingling to her loins and a weakness that seemed to envelop her entire body. It was if her body was deliberately betraying her, as if the memories that scourged her only made her libido cry out for more of the same.
The thought of Missy's glorious auburn head delving between her downy thighs, the feel of the rough, knowing tongue on her sensitive pussy lips, the smell of her sister's aroused bush as Susan burrowed deep into the furry feminine mysteries, the red-hot pleasure pain lancing through her ass and crotch as Steve rammed his cock into her sldnny buttocks . ... suddenly she realized that she was rubbing her heels into her crotch, grinding their hardness into her pubic bulge in unconscious reaction to her racing thoughts. She felt the wetness spreading against her feet, making her loins feel cold and clammy.
Susan felt as if she were choking. Abruptly she shuddered, tears streaming from her sapphire eyes. A sob caught at her throat. She didn't know what she wanted , to be told, how her fears and self-loathing could be driven away. But somehow she knew that Missy was the one to talk to. She could put her at rest, soothe away her pains and doubts. She had done it so many times before.
Silently Susan rose. There was a definite damp spot in the panties she wore. She pulled down at the hem of the long, faded yellow t-shirt she wore instead of a nightgown, making sure her groin and the spreading dark stain were concealed. Then she walked to the door.
* * *
Michelle Langford sat on the living room sofa and read the morning paper. She had been out mowing the lawn, so she was dressed to take the maximum advantage of the hot, late spring sun. Her slim willowy body was clad scantily in a green and white striped, sleeveless top that left her midriff bare, and faded, cut-off blue jeans that rode so far down her hips as to be considered incitement to riot in eleven states and the District of Columbia. Her face and body were richly and deeply tanned, and her beautiful hair had been made even more lustrous by the sun. It brought out the radiant golden-blond highlighting she had inherited from her mother. Right now the seventeen-year-old high school senior could have stepped from the pages of the classiest teen fashion magazine in America.
But right now she was frowning. Her finely chiseled brows were drawn ever so slightly together, so that a little vee appeared between them. Her full lips were firmly set.
Michelle Langford was worried.
Her sister Susan had been absent from the breakfast table that morning. That was quite unusual. Aside from the fact that the girl was the envy of the family for her ability to consume huge quantities of food and still remain so slim as to appear skinny, she was an early riser. She made her daily appearance at the morning meal looking bright and cheerful while the others were yawning and rubbing sleep reluctantly from their eyes.
Mr. and Mrs. Langford had commented on her absence, but had attributed it to a late night of studying for final exams. They didn't see anything to connect it to the events of the night before.
Missy knew better. She had not yet told her parents what had happened after her little sister fled the orgy downstairs. Although her parents were completely liberated in their sexual attitudes, Michelle was worried they would be angry with her. She had exposed her little sister to a shock that could affect her whole outlook on life. If anything went wrong because of it, Michelle was afraid they'd blame her.
God knew she already blamed herself!
"Hi Missy," came a booming masculine voice. "Why so glum? Find your own obituary?"
The pretty brunette forced a wan smile, "No, Dad," she said simply. "How was the office?"
"How is the office ever when you have to go down and spend two hours of a beautiful Saturday straightening things out? If that new partner of ours, Martin Reinhardt, doesn't shape up we're going to have to let him go." He cocked his shaggy head and looked at her steadily. "It's far too nice a day to spend moping around. What's getting to you?" Phillip Langford had immediately seen that something was bothering his foxy daughter. She was anything but her normal, ebullient self this morning!
Michelle concentrated on her newspaper while her mind raced. She was finding herself as unequipped to cope with the situation as Suzy was. Had she done wrong to have sex with her sister? In this of all families she knew incest was not looked on askance-it was a major part of life for everyone except the youngest girl. But had Michelle taken advantage of the adolescent?
Her father stood patiently. He was puzzled by the girl's evasiveness as much as he was by her obvious discomfort. The Langfords were always open with each other. Finally Michelle made her decision. She squared her shoulders and lifted her head to look her father in the eye.
"It's about Susan, Dad," she said.
"What's the matter," Phil urged.
"Last night. She saw the party you and Mom threw for your friends. It shook her up quite a bit."
Phillip Langford gave a rueful smile. He saw that she was there watching some of it. But after all she knows what goes on in this household. Shes' got to learn to cope with it."
Michelle shook her beauteous head. "It's not that, exactly. It's what happened afterward. She came into my room, looking for someone to talk to, to help her get her head straight. Steve and I were up there smoking ..Michelle paused and glanced at her father. He said nothing. His daughter was her own person and entitled to her own habits. Just like Susan.
"Anyway," the auburn-haired girl went on. "I was kind of feeling stoned and mellow, and Suzy was shook up and wifty. She told me what she'd seen, asked me what to do. I held her in my arms, tried to calm her down, told her it was all right ... and I started getting turned on! There she was, so vulnerable, so unhappy ... and so damned sexy! First I wanted to mother her, kiss away her tears, but the way our bodies brushed together, the way I could feel her getting turned on, was just too much. We started feeling each other all over, and kissing. Not just sisterly pecks-for real, tongues and all."
Michelle dropped the paper to her lap, sat back recalling. In spite of her guilty feelings, she couldn't help being horny again at the very thought of her foxy younger sister getting off on her oral treatment, her slim body bucking and writhing under her lips and tongue, while her sweet pussy gave off its succulent exudations for her eager consumption. She shook her head, then continued: "I went down on her, Dad. God, it was nice-how long I've dreamed about doing that! With you, and Mom, and Charles it's always been great, but Suzy has always been so unapproachable, so-well, virginal. I brought her off by eating her out-I'm dead sure it was the first orgasm the kid had ever had. You know what that can do to a person." Michelle could recall her own first orgasm. It had left her weak in the knees and shivering, unable to stand for an hour. By that time her brother Charles, lying beside her with his great organ glistening with her asyet-untapped juices, had gotten her worked up to try it again.
"Then she sucked me off," the brunette said. "That felt good too. She didn't know what she was doing, but puritan or no, she's got a hell of a lot of talent. About then Steve got turned on. He came over and screwed her up the asshole while she finished me. We all got off together." Michelle stopped and looked confused. "When Susan came down, I guess it all just hit her at once. She started sobbing and ran out of the room. She hasn't come out yet!"
The girl's eyes were huge and gleaming with moisture. Phil moved closer to her, rested a great hand on her head. "So you and Steve made love to Susan, and you're afraid you've scared her?"
"Yes, Dad!" sobbed Michelle. "I've got a terrible feeling she'll get turned off sex completely! Oh, what'll we do!" At this she broke out crying. She hugged her father around the hips, clung to him sobbing while he stroked her hair and murmured reassuringly to her. "There, there," he said. "Everything'll turn out fine. Suzy'll sort these things out herself-she's a bright girl."
The slim bare shoulders were heaving. Phil was acutely aware of the pressure of his daughter's nubile young body against his crotch. He felt the stirrings of lust in his loins.
He knew that he had sired a pair of beautiful daughters. Now what he wanted was to ensure their happiness!
"Y-you mean I haven't done anything wrong?" Phil shook his massive head. "You might have acted unthinkingly, but it was out of honest emotion. You love your sister and wouldn't do anything to hurt her." He took her triangular face in his enormous hands and tilted it up to look at him. "If we pull together on this, we may be able to help Susan. This might have been the thing she needed to jolt her loose from her prejudices. What we have to do is make it as painless as possible."
"Oh Dad," sighed Michelle, "you're wonderful." She laid her head against him and hugged him, hard. Suddenly she felt the bulge in his groin, growing steadily and burning into her soft cheek.
She looked up again, blinking away the last of her tears. A mischievous glint took the place of sadness in her cobalt-blue eyes. "Poor Suzy," she said, a little shakily. "She doesn't know what she's missing!"
"What did you say, doll?" her father asked. "I didn't-whoops!"
Michelle had grabbed.
She clutched the enormous cloth-covered prize with both hands. Her father's enormous cock wriggled and slipped in her grip like a hooked trout just out of the stream. Phillip jumped at the sudden attack, then relaxed. He'd made Missy happy, at least.
The auburn-haired teenager was playing with his organ like a new toy. Her nimble fingers squeezed here, tweaked there, stroked along its rapidly expanding length. Tingles of pleasure ran cat footed up and down Phil's spine as his hips lapsed into a natural, churning motion.
Michelle Langford lovingly fondled Phil's stiffening cock. Her worries, fears, and frustrations had resolved themselves into one basic need: to be furiously face-fucked by the bear-like man who was her father! Her mouth hungered for the taste and the feel of his gigantic pillar of manmeat.
Phillip Langford had made the early-morning trip to his law office clad in colorful shorts and a short-sleeved pullover. The zipper fastening the front of his shorts offered no resistance to Michelle. She had the pants open in a flash, and was burrowing into the man's jockey shorts.
Phil sucked in his breath sharply as cool fingers closed around his prick. The familiar feeling of desire for his eldest daughter welled up rapidly in his loins. Fortunately he had a family where such desires need not go unrequited!
Michelle teased his underpants slowly down his hips. As the elastic band slid toward the floor, she drew forth his length of prod, holding it up to her admiring gaze. It was a truly monumental penis. Eight inches long, and thick in proportion. It was a dark wine-reddish in color, deepening in hue toward the end and then flaring out into a flaming purplish-scarlet at the mighty cone-shaped glans.
Though not yet entirely erect, the organ vibrated like a tuning fork with the mans ill-suppressed lust.
The girl's breathing became quicker as she steered her massive prize toward her eager mouth. As she leaned forward to trap its head in an incredibly erotic oral embrace, all thoughts of her younger sister's problems were gone magically from her mind.
* * *
Susan Langford stepped timidly out of her room. It was past eleven, extremely late for her to be coming out of her room. She felt sure Missy would be around; she had heard her sister out mowing the lawn until not long ago.
The slender blonde crept down the hallway, her steps deadened by the carpeting. A quick glance inside showed her that Michelle's room was empty. She decided the older girl must be downstairs, reading or fixing herself a snack in the kitchen.
Still moving quietly, for no reason she could have named, Susan went to the top of the stairs and started down. Abruptly she stopped stock still, hanging onto the banister with both her hands. Voices drifted up to her ears, but it was the sight that met her eyes that held her as if paralyzed.
For there, on the living room sofa where so much of her parents' "party" had taken place, sat her father. And her auburn-haired seventeen-year-old sister was assiduously sucking him off!
His shorts pulled down around his hairy ankles, Phillip Langford had lowered his butt to the couch in the first seconds of his daughter's assault. Now she knelt before him, fondling one of her ripe boobs with one hand while the other steadied her father's prick for consumption. Her glowing blue eyes were closed in ecstasy, as Susan could tell from her profile view from the stairway. Phil Langford's big hands clutched helplessly at the brightly patterned cushions under his ass.
The big man was in a heaven of sumptuous delights. His daughter was running her head up and down, impaling her face on his jutting fleshy spike before withdrawing, her mouth formed into a tight "O" that ringed the giant implement of pleasure. Her tongue was a darting flame of fire, circling and spiralling around the blood-engorged rod, savoring the full meaty taste of throbbing, iron-hard male cock. The brunette paused at the crown of the sex-spire to outline the flaring hood with her dexterous digit of taste. Then her tongue teased at the pinprick opening at the very tip of Phil's cock, trying to force its way down into the great shaft. It was a futile effort, but Michelle and Phil both gloried in the attempt.
While one hand toyed with Phil's hairy ball-sac, the other one .was expertly working the nipple of Michelle's own tit. It was rock-hard and felt almost out of place against the backdrop of soft, cushiony titflesh. Missy rolled her marble-like love button between avid fingers, pulling and pinching it. Then she pushed it back into the ripe jug with one long-nailed fingertip. The mingled pleasure and pain that stabbed into her chest made her head reel with sheer carnal joy.
Phillip Langford was getting almost as much out of his daughters autoerotic breast-play as the girl was. As she worked her own arousal to a fever pitch, her excitement communicated itself to him by way of her slurping, sucking mouth.
Susan Langford watched the scene unfolding in front of her in stunned silence. Her young mind did not know how to assimilate the picture. Here was her sister, giving their father a passionate and seemingly expert, to judge by the way 'his handsome face was transfigured-blow job. And here was the dreaded, unwelcome feeling in her own crotch, the tingling of longing and unnatural desire. Susan wanted to hide her face, to run, to flee the visions and the stirrings of her own awakened sensuality.
But there was no place for her to go. The worst torture was in her own flaxen-haired head.
Fire ants crawled down Phil's pulsating lust tube. Michelle was chewing the uttermost tip of his gland like a bored student chewing an eraser on a pencil. The comparison would have struck the girl as very apt. Her father's cock-head was certainly as chewy and satisfying as a pencil eraser. Only vastly more so!
And no other eraser ever held such promise of flowing white reward as her father's dong did. The girl knew that soon her father would blast his wad, blow the steaming, fuming produce of his balls far down her gasping throat. And that was what she wanted at the moment, more than anything in the world!
Missy never ceased her fervent toying with the opulent tit. Its toothsome point was still captured delightfully by her own fingers, and the fantastic feeling emanating from the well-handled nipple flowed like warm syrup into her groin. Meanwhile her mouth was fully and completely stimulated by the enormous rod of flesh that jerked and throbbed within it. She took his rod all in one gulp, feeling it poke down her throat and stretch her jaws to the point of painfulness with its remarkable girth. She had long since learned how not to gag while swallowing cock; she hung on professionally, her tongue pinned in her cheek by the giant invader while her belly muscles went concave in the exertion of producing the demanding, urgent suction.
Phil felt a storm brewing in his powerful loins. His total oral entrapment, the incredible suction on his prong, brought his climax like a tropical typhoon. Suddenly he grabbed two big handfuls of his daughter's gleaming red-gold hair, dragging her face down onto his straining, turgid prick while his hips bucked uncontrollably. Waves of spastic muscle tension washed up his body and down again, strangling him, cutting off his breath.
Michelle tasted the first tangy drop of clear pre-seminal fluid. Sighing happily around her mouthful of cock, she gave off diddling her nipple and her fathers tool and wrapped both hands around his ass. She pulled herself onto Phil's prick with all her strength. She felt her breasts being crushed into the couch, felt her nipples like fingers pushing into the cushions. Frantically, her father jumped and thrust his hips forward again and again, fucking her face with wild passion.
Come soon! the girl mentally begged. Oh, how she longed for, lusted for, demanded her father's erotic seed to swamp her, torrenting into her deep oral cavity and drowning her tastebuds in a flood of tasty semen.
She got her wish. Phil grunted and blew his wad.
From her perch on the stairs Susan had a view of the effects of the erotic eruptions. Her father's eyes screwed tightly shut, and his powerful back arched as if a million volts of electricity were coursing through his body. Animal sounds of pleasure issued from his thick throat. Michelle's cheeks pouched out like a chipmunk's as her father pumped gallon upon gallon of his come into her greedy, willing facial receptacle. Her body quivered and quaked as she drank it all in, swallowing huge gulps of the white fluid as her father released his lust in a hurricane of sexual repletion.
Long after the mighty cock had given its last waning throb and its final spurt of come, the girl kept up her oral ministrations. Her tongue roved over the still tumescent cock, searching for the remnants of the freely flowing yield. Then the enflamed digit of taste crept up once again to the still burning glans, to delve far into the infinitesimal lust-channel in search of every last smidgen of tasty treasure.
Susan sat limply on the stairway. Her legs dangled into space between the railings. Her knees had long given way and folded up beneath her. She watched a vagrant stream of white come dribble from the side of her sisters mouth, saw Michelle's tongue flick out lightly to scoop it up. Susan's panties stuck at the juncture of her legs. The garment was soaking wet with the juices of her forbidden, repressed desire. She felt a lump in her throat, but still sat without moving.
CHAPTER FIVE
Michelle hauled herself off the floor and crawled onto the couch beside her father: Their mouths met for a long, searing soul kiss that shared the remnants of the creamy treasure the girl had so greedily garnished from Phil's prong. Though the man was limp and water-limbed from the climax, he felt lust stirring almost unabated in his groin. The girl's body was warm and supple against his, her nipples burned through his shirt and into his chest. His bared cock, only just deflating into a limp red worm, pricked up slightly.
Above and beside them, Susan never let her eyes rove from the scene. .Before long she saw her father and sister locked in a passionate embrace, her father's big hairy hands closing around Michelle's ripe tits, massaging them fervently. His dong was ballooning, growing before the adolescent's eyes from a meek worm into a raging dragon of desire!
Susan groaned and rubbed her crotch against the polished hardwood post between her legs. It ground her swollen clitoris hard into her pubic bone, sending chills thrilling up through her body. Her slim torso was wracked by tremors just I as she racked herself mentally for her sickening abandon, but there was no stopping it. It was out of control. Once again the girl was helpless, controlled by a lust she would not accept.
The auburn-haired teenager writhed her body against the bear-like bulk of her father. It was her turn! She had relished sucking him off, and especially savored the rare flavor of his spew, but now her neglected cunt was crying out for some attention to be paid to it! The edacious cuntal mouth was jealous of her oral one. To be filled to overflowing with that magnificent specimen of cockflesh-what more could be desired? It was her pussy's turn!
Drawn as if by magic, Phil's hand crept down to her groin. It massaged tenderly the swelling pubic mound, felt the heat raging within. Thick stubby fingers worked at the brass buttons of her jeans, worried it until it gave way. Then they caught the zipper and ran if slowly, infuriatingly, down to open the cut-offs and expose the glories beneath.
Missy wasn't wearing any underwear. Susan wondered if she had stopped. She hadn't worn any the night before either, when-Oh God, she thought, it's happening again! Her eyes devoured the spectacle of Missy's rich auburn thatch coming to light, and once more her mouth watered with unholy hunger.
Her skinny hips were moving of their own volition, pounding the girl's pudendum into the thick wooden post. Her knuckles were white where her hands were wrapped tightly around the railing.
Below her, her father and sister fondled each other, unconscious of the silent, tormented spectator of their foreplay. One great red-furred paw covered Missy's cunt, drawing animal sounds of ecstasy from around her double mouthful of tongue. Her fingers pumped her father's cock, urging it into full erectness, insistently, impatiently.
Blood pounded in the blond girl's veins. Blood flowed into the rich spongy tissues of her groin. Blood seemed to congeal with overwhelming, unfamiliar pleasures and desires as Susan masturbated frantically, throwing herself into the wooden upright she was straddling.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
Her breath was already coming short, or she would have given a full-throated scream of terror. As it was, her little yip of surprise went unnoticed by the pair on the couch as they settled into a prone position with Phil on top, his prick prodding into the brunette's juicy thighs as the two readied for another bout of torrid sex.
Susan's face flushed hotly as she turned and stared wildly into the concerned, beautiful face of her mother.
"Why Susan," Mrs. Langford said. "What's the mat-oh Susan!" The girl's yellow t-shirt had hiked up, exposing her crotch and the sopping wetness of her matching pale panties. Susan made a frantic attempt to cover herself, then gave up and threw her arms around her mother's hips. Gently the older woman helped her to her feet.
A soft, tender hand reached down and touched the damp stain at the juncture of the girl's long legs. "You were watching?" asked Joanna. Silently except for her sniffling, the girl nodded her flaxen head. She kept her blue eyes downcast as if to avoid the great green ones of her mother.
"Come with me," her mother said. Her arm stole around to encircle the heaving shoulders. She led the quietly weeping girl off into the master bedroom.
The room was furnished all in tasteful, calming shades of green. Mellow noonday sunlight filtered in through the drawn curtains. Susan didn't resist as Joanna steered her to the large double bed and impelled her to sit with a gentle pulling on her arms. A quick glance showed Joanna the young girl's juices of love were still flowing into the reinforced crotch of her lemon panties.
"What happened, Suzy darling?" Joanna asked. Her daughter turned a tear-streaked, lovely face to hers, her eyes wide and shiny.
"Oh, Momma!" she sobbed, and blurted the entire story, starting with her inadvertent intrusion on the orgy. She faltered while telling of what went on in her sister's room, but Joanna spoke soothingly and stroked the girl's hair. She listened to the story, her pretty face drawn into lines of worry.
Finally Susan finished her story. As if spent by the effort, she lowered her head to her mother's lap and lay crying quietly. "Don't worry," said Joanna softly. "You love your sister, don't you honey?"
"Yes, Momma," replied the girl, lifting her tear-streaked face.
"Then it's not bad, is it? To make love to someone you care for?"
The teenager only looked confused. She buried her face in Joanna's lap.
Joanna Langford sat and thought. She could feel her daughter's unwilling arousal, just as she could feel the pain in the girl as she struggled with the fact of her newborn sexuality. The girl had gone through a trauma that most teenagers undergo over a prolonged period of time. Susan had taken it all at once. Unless something was done to reassure her, to steer her on the path of recognizing and dealing with the desires that she would inevitably feel, she might wind up with a twisted and unhappy outlook on sex that could ruin her adult life.
There was only one thing to do.
Joanna shifted her weight expertly on the bed, causing the housecoat she had on to fall open at her midriff. She was wearing nothing beneath the garment. Her daughter was suddenly aware of the warm, bare skin by her head.
Her mother's hands stroked her temples. Without knowing what she was doing, Susan kissed the bare flesh. Joanna sighed and shivered slightly. Her petting increased its fervor and her urgency subtly transferred itself to the teenaged girl.
Once again the flowing, unsettling feeling came into Susan's sex. This time it didn't bother her. She was warm, at home, and everything was all right. Her mother was there, comforting her, stroking her.
She didn't notice at first that her mother was undulating her body ever so slightly. At first it seemed the woman was trying to draw away, and Susan nuzzled all the harder to keep the comforting presence from going away. As the adolescent clung ever tighter to her, Joanna began to lift and push forward with her hips.
In this manner she worked the long-haired blond head farther and farther down her magnificent body. Then she felt the girls sharp chin tickling her tangled bush. She felt a moment of apprehension. Would this be too much for Susan? Would the girl think herself betrayed? She felt' rather than heard the soft sigh wash over her loins, and Susan kissed her avidly on the twat.
Susan felt the prickly hairs under her jawbone. She didn't hesitate to move her lips down into the thick of the densely forested mound, kissing and tonguing instinctively. Her mother's hand massaged her groin, building the lust inside the girl's loins while enfolding presence calmed away her fears.
The girl dipped her head. She was following the dictates of her passion, which told her to seek the pink slash in the tangle of lush undergrowth. She could smell her mother's excitement, the rich spicy tang so much like Missy's, and yet so different. She probed tentatively with her nose, then planted her lips for a long, drawn-out kiss.
By luck rather than design she was right on target. Her lips touched those of her mother's willing pussy and pressed them heatedly. Joanna thrust upwards with her hips to return the caress as best she could with her nether mouth. The girl didn't x yet try to penetrate the inner fastness of her mother's cunt, but her mouth pushed hard against the expanding love-button hidden in the folds of Joanna's pussy.
Joanna's breath caught in her throat. The feel of Susan's lips on her quim was indescribable, the pressure on her clitoris unspeakable. The girl was uneducated, but she was naturally good at sex!
One of the older woman's hands crept to Susan's damp pubic mound. Joanna squeezed the pliant rise of flesh, enjoying the ripe womanly feel of her daughter's cunt. How she wanted to explore those virgin recesses, dip into the hitherto unsampled stores of the adolescent's woman-wine even as Susan was tasting hers. Suddenly she was jealous of her elder daughter. To Michelle had fallen the delightful privilege of first consuming the young girl's pussy. It was unfair! It was Joanna's prerogative as Suzy's mother to have the pleasure of orally deflowering her.
She was making up for lost time, though!
If Susan felt the least twinge of doubt, repulsion, or even hesitation, she didn't show it. Single-mindedly she dug into her mother's twat, her lips and tongue gobbling for glory as Joanna's hips began a slow, sensuous undulation like a belly dancer's. In fact,' all she was conscious of was intense pleasure, tactile, oral, and sexual, as she ate cunt and her mother's hand massaged her own youthful genitals. She was horny, she was hungry, she was getting what, deep down inside, was all she ever wanted!
Lust controlled her young mind like a succubus. The fevered protests she would have voiced had died stillborn at the first touch of her lips to Joanna's smooth stomach. The warmth of her mother's down-covered skin had drawn the girl, but it seemed there was a heat beyond that of the woman's' exquisite body-the heat of her raging internal inferno of lust!
Susan's slim leg scissored against each other, begging for more than the gentle rubbing her pussy was getting. Joanna felt the girl's need, and she worked her fingers down to caress the maidenly slash. More juices flowed from the pubescent pussy, dampening the long-nailed digit that stroked along the blood-engorged nether lips. Susan's tongue sought out to part Joanna's pubic petals and dive into the full-blooming nectar well of her womanhood. The long, slender body tensed, back arching like a cat's, and a sensuous moan issued from the swan-like throat. Joanna purred with pleasure, emerald eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
The older woman bent sideways. Her torso twisted sinuously at the waist as she urged her daughter's hindquarters up onto the bed so that she could administer the same treatment she was so inexpertly-but delightfully-receiving. Her fingers were quick and urgent as they stripped away the sopping panties with a single impatient motion.
What lay revealed to her greedy gaze was a golden treasure of pubic fur. It bushed out from Susan's cunt in luxuriant profusion, dew-drops of honey glistening in the tangled strands. What a lovely twat! Joanna longed to kiss it, lick it, suck it-devour it!
She did! Headfirst she lunged, smacking a wet juicy kiss full between the thick labia. It was like kissing a man with a beard, but never did a man's oral lips taste as sweet and pungent as a woman's cuntal ones!
Susan shivered violently. Bursts of incandescent white light flashed from her young cunt and lit up her body with erotic brilliance. Missy's eating had been competent; here were the lips and tongue of an expert at work!
The taste and odor of Joanna's excited quim was an incredible inducement to orgasm. Susan's cunnilingus stepped up its furor as her passion grew by leaps and bounds. Her mother shifted position relative to her edacious mouth, but the girl never let the fiery pussy-pudding out of reach of her oral embrace. Joanna moved to bring all the resources of her full-lipped mouth into play on Susan's cunt so that the two women lay on their sides, faces pressed avidly into each other's groins.
Susan had a perspective she had never had before. Joanna crooked one shapely leg in the air to open her pussy to Susan's love-play, spreading her cunt-lips like a blossoming bloom unfolding with the morning sun. Experimentally, Susan ran her tongue along the slash, letting it linger on her mother's naked pink perineum.
Joanna shook with pleasure. That felt good! "Go on, honey!" she breathed. "Eat me-good!" Susan heard, and complied. While her younger daughter occupied herself with lapping dog-like at her oozing sex-slit, Joanna concentrated on putting Missy's performance of the night before to shame. Maybe Susan wouldn't withdraw further into herself after this session. Not if she did it right!
The adult woman lifted her daughters knee and put her head between the pale thighs. The Spicy aroma of ready cunt pervaded her nostrils. She drank it in like a fine perfume, closing her eyes in appreciation. She kissed the spread lips once more, and then stuck out her tongue.
Gingerly, the digit of taste prodded into the bearded folds of rosy flesh. The very tip of the stiffened organ parted Susan's labia majora and ran along the shiny declivity between them. Joanna's tongue was a scalpel making a deliberate incision in Susan's consciousness. Delirium washed over the girl's being; at any minute her soul would spill out through the opening cut by her mother's tongue.
Joanna twisted her tongue-knife in the gaping wound. It bled, clear, tangy fluids that glistened in the morning sunlight. Susan gasped into her mother's cunt, her rush of breath blasting full into Joanna's distended clit. The older female almost lost her self-control then. Lights flashed and bells rang in her brain, but she kept on. She intended to drive her inhibited offspring mad with divine passion!
She was succeeding admirably. Susan was in a paradise of carnal delights. Her mother's vaginal oils were ambrosia fit for the gods; the mouth working on her own cunt was surely the instrument of some heavenly being, a goddess of sexual pleasure working her will through the mortal flesh of Joanna Langford. The teenager's imagination performed a thousand flights of erotic fancy as Joanna's oral skills worked their magic.
Cool fingers clawed into Susan's skinny ass, pulling her up. Eagerly, Joanna drew the girl's rump up, and the girl swung a leg across her mother's face. Joanna rolled onto her back, taking the teenager's slight weight easily on her front.
Instinctively Susan worked to her knees and elbows. While her young quim smiled down at Joanna's face, Susan spread the older woman's cunt with her fingers. She gazed long and lovingly at it. What a lovely picture! The insides of the labia majora were a hot glimmering pink, a deeper shade than the pale and delicate inner lips. These were scalloped delicately and folded together at the top, now nearest to Susan's chin. At the level of her azure eyes the cuntlips flowed into the perineum that separated Joanna's succulent manhole from her puckered anus. Susan sighed. There was so much delightfulness to partake of.
Joanna feasted her own brilliant green eyes on her offspring's femininity. The girl's muff was frilly, radiant yellow, the pussy itself the palest pink. The outer lips were prominent, thrusting outward so they were visible when the girl stood with her thighs parted. Joanna stiffened her tongue in imitation of a male penis and stabbed into the girl's sex. Hot oils bubbled forth to surround it, to marinate it in savory cuntal sauces. The oral digit stirred around, whipping Susan's passion into a high froth of foaming cunt juice.
Joanna had always been fascinated by the way a woman's pussy lathered up when someone ate feverishly at it. Soon it was as if whipping cream was spread thinly over the girl's thatched quim. She began fucking her tongue into her daughter's fathomless well of ecstasy, driving in till her teeth pushed far in between the scalloped cerise nympha.
Sucking hard, Susan took the fine skin-flaps that surrounded Joanna's vagina into her mouth. The delicate tissues abraded erotically against her teeth while her young tongue searched for the rising nubbin that was her mother's clitoris. The lectures in sex education Susan had sat so uncomfortably through at school were at last paying off!
Like ripples emanating from a stone dropped in a pond, ecstasy travelled through the adolescent's body. Her cunt was being raped, ravished by her mother's tongue. The woman's teeth seemed like a thousand needles of ice shooting into the naked cunt, sending chills flashing through her bloodstream. The ice in her blood met the fire in her nerves, and exploded into jagged multicolored glass shards in her heaving belly. Losing rational control rapidly, she started to chew her mother's pussy frenetically, though never really biting down on her mouthful of slippery twat.
The effect of this was to drive Joanna out of her mind. This little girl had talent undreamed of! Her tongue impacted repeatedly against the teenagers' clit-button, each touch tripping circuits in the pleasure center of her brain and shorting out more and more of her rational mind. Joanna's oral member speared even deeper, twisting in flight as it arrowed into Susan's vaginal recesses. The walls of the girl's love-tube were smooth and slick with mucous lubricants; they were also alive and crawling with pleasure as the girl sought to suck her mother's tongue onward till it reached her womb.
It seemed that the younger blonde was intent on making a symbolic pilgrimage back to the region from which she had sprung, as she feasted at the font which had given her birth. Curly pubic hair tickled her nostrils as she wagged and worried the imprisoned petals of flesh between her pale lips.
An outsider would have stared in amazement at the scene. Nude and glorious, Joanna lay on her back, legs opened wide, staring intently up between the half-moons of her daughter's upturned ass. Lying atop her, still in her yellow shirt, was Susan. She might have been a smaller, slimmer replica of the older woman. The most apparent difference was the eyes; hers were a bright evanescent blue, her mother's a bottomless, aquatic green. But both pairs of eyes were almost shut with growing enjoyment. Only now and then did either lovely female lift her eyelids to examine briefly the opened cunt of her incestuous partner.
Locked together in an oral embrace the pair lingered for seeming hours. Sweet smells and flavors filled their universes; sweet slurping sounds issued from their orally enveloped crotches. Two sets of lips, .two questing, probing tongues were all that existed for either of them. To give pleasure, to receive pleasure-what other purpose was there to life?
All too soon they knew their pastime must end. Faster and faster they ate each other, urgent for their climaxes in spite of their futile wish to prolong this lovely repast forever and a day. Joanna screwed her daughter's cunt with her tongue, raising her head and dropping it back with such force that her teeth hammered into Susan's widespread portals of womanhood. The girl's hips were bucking now, jumping and wiggling as worms of ecstasy crawled around in her stomach and hips.
Susan buried her face in her mother's bush, pressing the older woman's ripe but still youthful ass far into the bedspread. It seemed she would tear Joanna's pussy lips loose, so fierce was her mouthing, but she was gentle enough that only a little pain lanced into her mother's groin, shooting whitely through the red fog of sexual enjoyment. And that only added spice to the oral acrobatics! Joanna's clit strained upward to meet the ever roving tongue, being rewarded now and then with a brief scintillating touch of ecstasy.
Susan came first. Her asscheeks slammed together like a clamshell, and her cuntal walls tried to squeeze shut. All that seemingly stopped them was the intervention of her mother's tongue, which was deep within the girl when the contraction hit. A stranglehold descended on the extended oral finger, threatening to crush it in a grip of iron. Then the rings of tightness began to slam the length of Susan's tunnel of lust and on into her stomach, where they grew in intensity until they smashed into her brain at a thousand miles an hour.
Her translucent-skinned ass leapt into the air. She bounced off the bed repeatedly as her orgasm seized her and threw her limply hither and yon. The room spun, the world distorted, her mother's twat became a gaping maw that swallowed her up forever, and she fell into a timeless abyss of eroticism.
Joanna's eyes started out of her head as Susan's coming cunt sucked her in. For a wild, irrational moment she feared she would be pulled in, drawn to a fiery death in the furnace of lust she herself had kindled! Then her tongue was released, and a torrent of liquid gushed down into her face, overflowing her mouth, running down into her nose and eyes in a tickling stream. Her daughter cried wordlessly into her pussy, breathing her full of uncontainable passion as her tongue laved Joanna's erect clit. Susan pummeled her ass up and down onto Joanna's face, fucking herself frantically on the cock-counterfeiting spire of flesh jutting from between her mother's lips.
Joanna came.
It seemed that an erotic termite, or an army of them, had invaded her pussy and was burrowing its way into her body. Her daughter's thin arms were wrapped around her ass and hugging unbearably as she mindlessly devoured Joanna's brimming cunt. The girl got the reward she sought: rich fluid wealth like that which had gushed from her own twat, flowing forth from her mother's sex-slash as climax seized her.
Joanna's eyes were screwed shut. Her every muscle was drawn taut as a violin string, and her orgasm plucked her like a master musician. A deep resonant note of pleasure welled from inside her-was it real, or a by-product of her orgasm-clouded brain? Her mind was overwhelmed by a scarlet, fire-shot haze, as climax after climax battered her sensibilities. Together she and her daughter floated on an ocean of sexual satisfaction, while they melted into each other at their conjoined mouths and groins.
They lay like that for a long while, lapping and sucking at each other's spent pussies. Joanna sighed deeply and stretched herself, lifting her head to kiss her daughter's dropping muzzle.
Susan shook herself. She looked back over her shoulder at her mother. Her cornflower-blue eyes were blank and expressionless.
She got to her feet. Joanna stretched sinuously again as she watched Susan bend gracefully to put on her panties. The girl seemed to be avoiding her eyes. "That was beautiful, Suzy dear," she said. "Didn't you think so, honey?"
Her daughter didn't reply. Silently she walked to the door and left the room without saying a word.
Silence hung heavy on the air. Joanna was suddenly very sober, her euphoria gone as though cold water had been dashed on her.
It hadn't worked.
Susan was rejecting sex again. It was that cold comedown that followed orgasm, that brought her back to the "real" world and made her prudery return with a vengeance. Once again she was tortured by guilt feelings, made all the stronger by the fact that she had just added to her list of transgressions in her own eyes. She had just engaged in oral intercourse with her mother!
Joanna sighed and got up off the bed. She pulled on the housecoat and padded down the hall to Susan's door. It was closed. Pressing her ear to the door panel, she could hear the sound of muffled weeping.
She shook her golden head. Something had to be done. It was more imperative than ever before-her daughter's happiness was at stake!
Joanna was thoughtful as she walked back to the master bedroom, hearing the sounds of her husband and Michelle below, still going at it with tireless energy. A plan formed in her mind. It might just work-but she would need the help of everyone in the family, and more besides!
CHAPTER SIX
Steve Garner rang the doorbell of the Langfords' house. He stood on the porch, his wiry frame clad in tight-fitting blue jeans and a muscle shirt. There was no response at first, so he pressed the button once again. The afternoon sun reflected harshly from the whitewashed house, and the youth was grateful for the shade of the porch.
He was about ready to give up and leave when he heard sounds from within the house, In another minute the doorknob turned and the door swung open. Inside stood Joanna, dressed in a short blue shift. She wore a colorful scarf tied around her head to restrain her flowing blond hair.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Langford," Steve said. For the hundredth time he admired the woman. She didn't look much like Missy, who had inherited her looks from her father's side, but Steve knew The seventeen-year-old had gotten her personality from her mother. And if she had inherited her talents and appetites from this female too-that was something to think about! "I was just looking for Michelle."
Joanna smiled dazzlingly at him. Even rows of white teeth glittered in the sunshine between lips as red as blood. Steve felt a tightening in his crotch. "Missy's not here right now," the woman explained. "She's gone off shopping with her father and Suzy. She'll be back about suppertime, I expect."
"Oh." Steve sounded disappointed. "Well, thanks anyway, Mrs. Langford. I'll be seeing you." He turned to go.
The woman stopped him with her voice. "Why rush off?" she asked. "Why not come in for a while? They may get back early, and besides, it's so hot out here. How about coming in for a Coke or something."
Steve halted halfway down the steps and looked back at her. His throat constricted as his eyes met the woman's. Her gaze was level-and frankly admiring. "S-sure," he said, flustered in spite of himself. "That'd be nice." Joanna ushered him inside and shut the door behind him.
In spite of his reputation-well-deserved-of being a big stud around school, Steve had no idea of how to cope with this fantastic older female and her obvious attraction to him. Why, she was beautiful, like some sort of goddess! Ethereal, that was the word that best applied to her. Her tapering, fine-boned feet seemed to float inches above the carpet as she preceded him into the cool living room. "Have a seat, Steve," she said, gesturing airily at a couch. He plopped heavily down on the sofa. He was perspiring.
Slim white legs flashed under her shirt as she swayed out to the kitchen. Taking advantage of Joanna's turned back, Steve fastened his eyes on her ass. Though secretly he'd wondered a thousand times what Mrs. Langford would be like in the sack, he'd never looked at her in this light before.
He had certainly been missing something! The pert demi-globes of Joanna's ass rolled together as if mounted on gimbals, as smooth and fluid as waves on the sea. The muscles frolicked beneath her skirt, flirting the cloth enticingly with every step, she took. Steve remembered taking this sexpot's youngest daughter in the ass. Skinny as Suzy's rump had been, it had been beautiful in a gawky, adolescent way-perfectly sculptured with skin like translucent marble. It made his heart race to imagine what this woman's bottom must be like!
Steve imagined what the woman's bottom would be like slamming again and again into his crotch while he drove the straining erection he had suddenly acquired into her seething interior. He almost creamed in his pants.
"What can I get you to drink, Steven?" came Joanna's dulcet tones from the kitchen.
"Coke'd be fine, ma'am." It felt odd to address the woman as "ma'am", when he had just been fantasizing what it would be like to fuck the daylights out of her.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" She came out of the kitchen carrying a tray laden with glasses and a tall bottle of bourbon. "Why not something stronger? I've got some excellent whiskey."
Steve gulped. He nodded to the woman.
"That's fine, Mrs. Langford." His sharp grey eyes noticed something subtly different about her.
"All right." Stooping, she set the tray on the coffee table and poured the youth several fingers of the rich brown fluid. "Thank you, Mrs. Langford," said Steve, accepting the preferred glass.
"You're welcome," she said cheerily. "And please stop calling me Mrs. Langford. My name's Joanna!" She undid her bandana and shook her head. Her gorgeous mane cascaded in a golden waterfall about her tan shoulders.
"That's better." She poured herself a stiff drink and sat down on the couch, not too close to the young man, but not far either.
Her clear emerald eyes regarded him critically over the lip of her glass as she sipped her drink. My daughters definitely got taste, she decided approvingly. But then I didn't raise her to settle for second best!
And he must be something, for Missy to even look at him after Charles!
Joanna took another taste of her bourbon. She rolled it around in her mouth, enjoying the way the young man was squirming imperceptibly under her cool stare. She wanted his help. She had to enlist his aid in bringing Susan out of the trauma that was threatening her. Joanna was determined to make any sacrifice to get his help.
Not, she reflected, that the sacrifice was going to be unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact.
She lounged back on the sofa. Steve took a drink, felt the fiery liquid crawling down his throat. He didn't much care for straight whiskey, but at the moment he was incapable of refusing Joanna Langford anything. He gulped at his drink. His head swam. He wondered if she could see the swelling in his crotch. And did she have to stare at him like that?
"Why, Steven, you're blushing!"
And it was true. Under the merciless gleam of those two faultless green orbs, he was coloring to the collar for the first time since he was ten and the twelve-year-old girl up the block had invited him to come over and play with her pussy.
He had thought she was talking about a cat!
He knew better now, of course. But still, he just didn't know what to do about this incredible female who had him blushing and squirming like a virgin schoolboy. He had balled both her lovely daughters, but something in her eyes let him know that he was still a cherry-until he had possessed her!
"It's certainly hot out today, don't you think so, Steve?" Joanna asked, toying casually with the top button of her shift.
Steve almost choked. He goggled, and Joanna almost laughed aloud at the ease with which she was working the age-old ploy.
Steve now knew what had looked different about Joanna when she came out of the kitchen. She had taken the time to remove her brassiere, letting her tits bobble free beneath the shapeless shift. He now had ample opportunity to see this, because she was very deliberately undoing the buttons of her housedress. The youth looked on as though hypnotized as acres upon acres of luscious flesh were revealed to his lusting gaze.
The short dress fell open, exposing the tops of her two great melons. The nipples still hid tauntingly outside of view, concealed by the drooping cloth. "Steven," chuckled Joanna, mock reproof in her voice, "don't you know it's not polite to stare?"
"Still," she went on, "I suppose I should be flattered. You're a randy young buck who can take his pick of a hundred hot young chickies at school. It's really quite a compliment to know that you'd even want to stare at a pair of worn-out old milk bags like ... these."
Steve's goose-grey eyes threatened to pop right out of his skull. Joanna had been wrong-not about Steve's being a stud at school; if he'd carved a notch in his tool for every chick he'd tumbled, he wouldn't have anything left to do it with. But she was wrong about what she suddenly revealed to his sight. They were treasures-succulent fruits-enticing glories-the envy of a goddess! But not milk bags!
They were the two most beautiful, most perfect specimens of titflesh Steve had seen in his entire life. They were huge and opulent, as firm and bouncy as a young girl's. Symmetrical they were, jutting proudly from Joanna's sloping breastbone. Impossibly tiny bikini marks whitened the delectable flesh around her nipples; otherwise her skin was a deep, rich tan, the color of some exotic, well-polished wood. All except her nipples. These two confections were large and round as marbles, sitting in the middle of circular aureoles of brown flesh.
And right now they were swollen like two ripe cherries, pointing imperatively at his gaping, hungering mouth.
Steve was never one to resist temptation. Nor was he dumb enough to pass up such an unequivocal-and irresistible-invitation. Without thinking he lunged forward and buried his face in the valley between those fantastic mountains.
Joanna cradled her enormous boobs in her hands, pressed the pliant mounds on either side of the youth's head. "That's a nice way to break the ice," she murmured. Steve didn't hear her.
The young man wandered in the wonderland of her jugs. He was completely surrounded by delicious mammary tissue-above, beside, and below, cutting off all sensation except for the consciousness of her pounding heart, her swollen jugs, her sleek creamy skin. He nuzzled her and licked her and crushed her to him while she rubbed those incredible tits maddeningly against his throbbing temples.
As his initial fever subsided he began to lick his way to the summit of one of those snowy peaks. His slavering tongue left a wet trail of saliva as he travelled over her expanse of whiteness, revelling in the womanly flavor of her, thrilling at the way her body moved and tensed under his oral assault. This temptress, this unbelievable ageless seductress, was being turned on by him-in a big way!
And Joanna was indeed growing more than a little horny. Today had not been the first time she had admired her senior daughter's boyfriend-it was just the first time she had actually tried him on for size. It looked like a decision she wasn't go mg to regret. His fervent gobbling at her ripe breast was getting her hot, and quickly. His tongue felt like an erotic snake crawling over her tit, stinging her with sensual pleasure until her breath came in short, rapid-fire gasps. Her hands clutched greedily at her boobs, shoving them at him, demanding his mouth.
She got her wish, and then some. Steve's questing organ of taste found one of her nipples, and in a trice his mouth was fastened on the summit of her boob like a shark remora. Crimson bolts of pleasure stabbed into her chest as he sucked greedily at her love-button. Milk bags her breasts may not have been, but Steve couldn't have feasted more intently or more rapturously had the sweetest of nectars flowed from the sumptuous tit.
What was flowing from the tit was the electricity of the woman's excitement. If she had wanted Steve earlier, she needed him now-needed to be taken by him, fucked well and long and hard! "Oh God!" she cried. "Oh, you're good Steve! You're soooooooooo good! Keep it up!"
The youth needed no more urging. He probably could not have been dislodged from his vantage point with a crowbar. He wrapped both his hands around the fulsome delicacy, squeezing the tit into his mouth as if it were a tube of toothpaste. Joanna cried out incoherently, grinding her other tit into his cheek savagely, as if to rub it raw in her frenzy-and her lust-tempered nipple seemed hard enough to do it!
Her nipples were so stiff and distended now that the slightest tweak sent shivers shooting into her heaving chest. The combination of Steve's mouth on her one tit and the abrasion of the lust sensitized carborundum tip of the other was almost enough to drive her insane with lust.
She wanted a cock! She pulled away from him. Her boob came out of his mouth with a loud plop! and he looked up at her with disappointment plainly evident in his slightly glassy eyes. She grabbed his face with both hands and dragged it to hers. Her eyes were closed and her tongue stabbed out of her mouth, frantic for the touch of his oral member. Obediently, he extended his tongue, and the two digits of coral flesh touched scintillatingly before Joanna's insistent pulling drew them both into her mouth, where they waged lascivious warfare for a blazing millennium in the soft caverns of her beauteous face.
Her hands flew to his crotch, undid the fly of his jeans. She peeled the garment off him like a banana, clutching for his dong as she did so. She was rewarded with a hand full of cock, all hot and throbbing and swelling-and long! The youth had a seven-inch prick at least!
Not too hard to see how he held Missy's interest!
Now, if he just knew what to do with it....
Furiously Joanna pumped her fingers up and down on Steve's prick. His hands played with her tits, kneading them like great wads of putty as his tongue was drawn impossibly far into her sensuous oral recesses. Frenetically, Joanna broke away. She jumped from his grasp and stood upright in front of him, her tits sheened with saliva and perspiration mingled.
Her flying fingers undid the buttons of her shift in an instant, and in another instant her panties had disappeared magically from her loins. Steve feasted his eyes on the fertile triangle nestled between the pillar like thighs. Sunshine-hued pubic hair bushed out in exuberant luxuriance from her crotch. Droplets of liquid lust twinkled between her long, achingly lovely legs. This woman's desire was as great as his!
He made a clumsy grab for her, which she lithely avoided. Dancing away, she threw herself to her hands and knees before the couch. "Fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck me noowww!!"
To hear was to obey! Steve sprang to his feet and skinned hurriedly out of his shirt, to stand naked behind the woman's upturned buttocks. Joanna looked back over her shoulder at him, saw his trim handsome figure swimming in a haze of lust. "Hurry up, dammit!" she cried harshly.
Steve smiled lewdly. "How do you want it, Mrs.-Joanna?"
"In my cunt! Fuck into my dripping cunt, right now-pleeeeaaaase!"
"Your wish is my command!" Dropping all pretense at a composure he didn't feel, Steve went to his knees and immediately drove into her, hard.
They both nearly collapsed. The youthful bar of manmeat spread wide the lust-tightened channel of Joanna's sex, while Steve found himself wondering if he hadn't stuck his prick into the impossibly hot older woman's asshole instead of her manhole. Could any but the purest virgin's love passage be this narrow? Yet it was true. No rectum he had ever entered possessed the wealth of muscles, all million of them, and all articulated and moving in myriad titillating ways to coax forth his steaming stream of come. And no asshole he had ever known was as seethingly, slitheringly, soakingly wet as this woman's pussy was!
"Oh do it! Do it good!" implored the blonde. The sandy-headed youth did his best to comply. He could not have disobeyed had he wanted to-something about this woman made it impossible for him to do anything but thrust his iron-hard cock into her willing slash, again and again, until the fury of orgasm possessed them both!
He did! In-out-in-out! His hands clutched into her buttocks, great white depressions sinking into the pale alabaster demi-globes of her asscheeks. Her crimson crevasse was ablaze with lust, enflamed as his furry crotch banged repeatedly into it. His pubic hair was tickling her asshole, and she wanted to wiggle and writhe and scream. But she could no longer find her voice. She too had lost all capability except fucking!
Her hips gyrated like a cement mixer. Steve could never know what kind of supple joints the woman could have had concealed in those rounded plush hindquarters of hers, but there must have been a lot-and all kept well-lubricated! The maddening motion of the pulsing flesh that surrounded his manhood had infinite variety and infinite energy.
They fucked like this for long minutes without a variation in their frantic tempo. Steve's cock pistoned into her cunt with the regularity of a metronome and the power of a jackhammer, while she pushed back with all her strength to take him ever further up her needy, edacious pipeline of promiscuity. A loud buzz sounded in her ears, interrupted only by. the rhythmic, obscene slop-slurp! sounds of him piling into her with crazed frequency.
Then Steve slowed his screwing down. Gradually he braked almost to a stop, so that he came out of her micron by micron, taking with him her very soul as he withdrew torturously. Joanna writhed and sobbed in her need, trying to form the words to beg him to fuck her harder, relentlessly, until she climaxed coruscatingly. But the slow agonizing withdrawal crawled along at its snail's pace, while ecstasy rolled over her body in an endless tide.
Steve brought his big stiff penis out till only the swollen conical head remained held by her pussy lips. He admired his weapon for a moment, enjoying the sight of its turgid, steely, oil-glistening extent. Then he shoved it back into her, still taking his time. She gave a small shriek and tried to throw herself back and stab herself to death on that ponderously driven dagger of manmeat. But Steve didn't allow her to. He held her firmly with his hands on her ass, and plugged her at his own pace.
It seemed like an eternity until his muscle-girdled crotch bumped into her protruding rump. He tensed his thighs and ass and mashed her buttocks flat with the force he exerted, pushing inexorably into her vagina till it seemed the tip of his rod of tumescent hardness would push through and come out her mouth. Joanna was almost delirious, rippling her cuntal sheath in an unceasing concatenation of sexuality, playing his skin-flute with the virtuosity of a true artiste. For all his will-power, it was all he could do to fuck her that slowly once. The effort exhausted him. He collapsed forward onto her arching back.
Her tits dangled neglected below her vaulted rib cage. What a pity, he thought, reaching down to rectify the situation. The results were electrifying. Joanna neighed like a horse and reared, throwing her upper torso into the air and Steve with it-She straightened all the way to the vertical, her hands crushing his over her melon-like tits.
Steve almost died on the spot. The sensation as the woman reared upright with his cock still inside her was absolutely incredible. It felt like it was being broken off, and it felt a million times better than anything else he had ever experienced. Right now he could not have cared less if his member had snapped off at the hilt. At least it would remain forever inside the body of this divinely sexy female!
Joanna nearly came when Steve's hands closed around her jugs. Instinctively she tried to get up-this was too much to take! For once in her life, she wanted to escape from further stimulation. What she did had the opposite effect to freeing her, however.-The underside of the buried cock scraped jaggedly along her distended clit, while the perambulations the tumid pillar of masculinity performed inside her vagina completely overloaded her nervous system.
Crazed with ecstasy, Joanna groaned and thrashed about in the teenager's arms. He did his best to hang on, licking at her ear and nipping the back of her neck as she wiggled her pelvis around and around on his cock. He began to work back into the age-old rhythm of screwing in and out of her white-hot furnace of carnal desire.
He had to lower his buttocks to pull out of her cunt. The air was rich with the aroma of her aroused pussy as his dick slid out laden with a dripping freight of her exotic juices. Her tits were lush, resilient pendants in his hands, her nipples like round rubies pressing into his palm. He had never seen a woman worked into such an erotic frenzy before. He knew that he could have come off just by watching the inhumanly beautiful mother of his girlfriend going mad with concupiscent pleasure.
She began to masturbate herself on his rampant sex spire, going up when he lowered his ass, and driving down with killing force when he raised his hips. If the thick taut-skinned padding of her ass hadn't intervened, he feared her pelvic bone would have pulverized him with the awful impacts. All at once his control was gone too, and his breath came in huge ragged gulps and sobs as his cock began to vibrate with the prelude to a climax of monumental proportions.
Insensately they screwed each other, knowing nothing else than that the world revolved around the giant prong pumping wetly into Joanna's clutching quim,' stretching her membranous walls with every invasion, sucking her guts out with the erotic vacuum formed by each retreat.
Joanna started to lean forward. Strong hands mashed her tits flat as Steve refused adamantly to relinquish his grasp on her well-matched mammaries. Still her body inclined, till it seemed that the clawing hands would tear off her tits. The sensation was delicious; Joanna's whole body was undulating with sheer, voluptuous carnality.
Both their bodies were sheened with sweat. Joanna suddenly collapsed, her shoulders and head falling to the carpet with a jarring impact she barely noticed, so engrossed was she with the frantic, memorable fucking she was being dealt. Her hips churned rhythmically around the massive invader, teasing it, tormenting it, demanding that it spew forth its hidden load of come. Every time the powerful rod pulsed into the sopping cunt, it stroked excruciatingly across her clitoris. Each time his dong plunged into her, Steve felt a bear trap with jaws of liquid silk close about it, trapping it.
Fast as the lovemaking was, it grew still faster, till Steve's hips were going in a blur of motion. Joanna sped up to keep pace with him. It was a futile effort; her face was ground into the carpet until it was red and raw, and the skin was all but rubbed off her knees as she scrabbled for traction to throw herself back onto his spike. His cock seemed to expand, to fill her pussy and burst it apart in a blinding flash of light, then continue up her body till it ripped her whole being asunder.
They came.
Together they were thrown into a boiling cauldron of climax. Even as Joanna's cunt jerked tight around it as if to choke it off, Steve's tool erupted and gave off gallons and gallons of soupy white sperm and semen into her greedy fumaroles. Her womb was flooded with the spraying seed, and still she sucked him off with her well-trained cuntal muscles berserk in orgasm. His jism filled her whole channel and was pumped out of her in spurts by every forceful entry of Steve's cock. Forever and a day they lingered in the misty, flame-shot wilderness of orgasm, and it was all too soon for both of them when they came back to the reality of their surroundings.
Steve's haughty cock deflated rapidly and dropped out of Joanna's quim. Come and cunt juice combined oozed from her gaping, loose lipped slit as they fell to the carpeted floor and lay side by side, happily spent. They lay that way for a long time, stroking and fondling each other's bodies.
It was a long while before they needed words. Joanna finally yawned and asked, "how did you like it?" in a husky voice.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" grinned Steve. "Let's do it again I"
Joanna stared at him in amazement, her eyes wide and not without a trace of admiration in their fathomless viral depths. "You're going to wring me out completely!" she laughed. "Don't you ever wear out?"
Steve shook his head. "Not on your life!" he assured her.
"I guess not," Joanna said, studying him closely. "Or Michelle wouldn't have kept you."
Steve tensed. He felt a sudden irrational fear. It was obvious Joanna knew he had been having sexual relations with her daughter.
The older woman saw him stiffen, smiled, and kissed him on the mouth. "Don't worry, Steve darling. I'd only be upset if you were planking my daughter and wouldn't give me a tumble. Then I'd be jealous!" His relief was apparent.
She went on, "But Susan's a different matter."
Steve nodded. "You-you know what happened?"
"Yes. Susan wasn't prepared to handle it, and she freaked out. There was no way you could have known, but I need to ask for your help."
"Mine?" The sandy-haired youth looked puzzled.
"Yes. The only thing I can think of that's going to keep Susan from working herself into a deep dark hole over all this is some form of benign shock treatment." She regarded him seriously. "Usually I'd ask Charles-my son-to lend us a hand with this. But he won't be getting home from college until next week, and by then it could be too late."
Steve was beginning to get the drift of Joanna's thinking. And it didn't displease him at all!
"Tomorrow night we're going to have a very special family gathering, to which you're invited. We're going to mount an all-out frontal assault on these puritanical prejudices that have been tormenting my daughter. We'll demonstrate to her that sex is a good thing, a beautiful thing. Hopefully, we'll eventually get her to participate. So far her encounters with sex have only made her retreat further into her shell. We've got to hope that this will break her loose."
The youth lay thinking. He was impressed by Joanna's emphasis. Steve hoped things would work out-he was very fond of the Langford women, even young Suzy whom he had never known except as a gangly, shy adolescent until night before last.
"Count me in!" he exclaimed after a pause.
"Good." She smiled into his eyes. "And now-"
"And now?" he prompted.
"And now you wouldn't want me to be jealous of my younger daughter, would you? How about fucking me up the ass!"
"Sure thing!" Steve responded eagerly. She started to get up, but he put forth a restraining hand. "No, your knees and elbows have taken enough punishment. We'll do this differently."
So saying he whipped a cushion off the sofa and slid it under her buttocks, propping them up at an angle.
"There," he said, rubbing his hands in evident satisfaction. "Let's see how this works out." He knelt between her raised, well-parted legs.
In reality the youth had no idea how it would work out. He had always done anal sex with the girl face down, or on her hands and knees. But today, for some reason, he felt adventurous!
He dipped a finger into her upturned, smiling quim. From his experience with this woman's elder daughter he should have expected what he found. She was ready and raring to go! Taking his gradually ballooning organ in hand, he smeared the tip of it along her swollen pussy lips.
Under this treatment, his cock soon burgeoned once more to its full mammoth extent. Joanna lay on her back, eagerly awaiting what she knew was in store for her. Her asshole already burned as though that massive cock were crammed up it.
Satisfied with the stiffness of his erection, Steve began to slide its glorious length along Joanna's distended labia majora. At the apex of every thrust, his glans penis poked into her clit where it peeked timorously from its concealing folds of flesh; at the nadir he prodded gently at the woman's perineum before starting forward once more. In short order his member was slimed with a layer of the woman's fragrant lubricants, and Joanna was all afire and needful of another fucking.
It occurred to the sandy-haired youth that the first session of lovemaking had only served to get his partner warmed up for some serious sex. The way she was moaning and waggling her ass on the cushion, she was already fast approaching the point of no return of an orgasm that would make her previous one pale by comparison. And he had to admit that seeing this incredibly foxy woman lying here waving her long, tapering legs in the air, her pussy juicing feverishly and her breath coming in short dog-like pants-and all because of him-was more of a turn-on than he could remember ever encountering.
Steve needed to get into Joanna soon, or, in spite of the one tumultuous orgasm, he'd blow his wad out all over her beautiful belly. And that would never do! He tested her anal sphincter with a forefinger. It relaxed easily, let him slip the digit inside. Then, suddenly, the tiny circular muscle came alive. It clamped down hard on his finger, started to actually suck it up her sleek back. Joanna leered openly at his popeyed surprise. Jesus God, he thought. And I'm going to put my prick in there!
He wasn't sure he'd survive the experience. But he could not have cared less!
Hurriedly he gripped his cock and steered its inflated head to that tiniest of pleasure-portals. The purplish glans shone with its coating of female oil. The musk of the aroused woman was strong, heady liqueur in his flared nostrils.
Still guiding his implement with one hand, he thrust forward slowly with his hips. The anus resisted slightly, so that he had to give a strong shove to get inside. Suddenly, he realized the woman's subterfuge, for the instant he applied pressure her well-trained asshole unclenched and he found himself precipitated three inches up her butt before he knew what he was about! His breath hissed in over his teeth. He should have guessed from the unbelievable tightness of her vagina that Joanna's asshole would be a truly snug fit for his not inconsiderable size. But he had had no idea how snug it would be! And yet the greased pole had slid with ease halfway into that minute opening-a tribute to the woman's superb muscular control. Here was a woman who took her fucking seriously!
It was obvious that Joanna Langford's ass had been well-reamed by experts any number of times. And yet she was tighter back there than even her virgin daughter had been. Steve began to appreciate the benefits of a lifetime of exercise! Grunting a little, he tried to draw out.
And found that he couldn't! Playfully, Joanna clamped down with her rectal muscles. The walls simply collapsed around the young man's girth, and held him in place. Now he knew what a barbed arrow felt like-the flaring of his hooded cock-head made it impossible for him to pull out unless Joanna permitted him to.
This state of affairs was not to be tolerated. His head swam with the delicious feeling of it all, and he wanted nothing more than to just stay still and let that incredible anal suction bring him off instead. But he sensed Joanna was testing him. He had to persevere.
He braced his hands on the insides of her widespread thighs. The tanned flesh was warm and pliant to his touch. His arms knotted as he pushed outward with all his might. Joanna lay back her head and closed her eyes, a rapt look on her face.
The feeling she was experiencing was incredibly delightful. The abrasion of Steve's huge dong along her constricted anal passage was like a rasp being drawn along raw nerve ends. Pain shot through the pleasure, but it was a good pain, a sweet pain, a pain that made her delight more poignant still. Millimeter by millimeter Steve withdrew, and every fraction of his titanic cock increased the pair's stimulation tenfold.
At last Steve pulled out all but the knurled head of his penis. That was still entrapped by Joanna's rectum. Then he drove into her again, meeting the same resistance. This time he found it necessary to brace his hands on his hips to effect penetration.
Sweat stood out In beads on his forehead. A smile ghosted across the reclining woman's lips, and they parted. She ran her dainty coral tongue across them. Steve felt his balls tightening into a compact hairy sphere, but the sheer concentration of invading the now unwilling asshole was enough to fend off orgasm for a while. Slowly hut surely he won through till his cock was again half buried between those perfect, pearly half-moons.
And Joanna relaxed against Steve's hips shot forward as though shot out of a cannon. In a flash he was, unbelievably, sunk balls-deep in her posterior paradise.
For a minute he stared at his completely swallowed cock as if unwilling to credit the evidence of his eyes-or the fantastic sensations arrowing into his loins. His spine was electrified by pleasure. He felt as if a lightbulb screwed into his ear would have glowed from the sheer sexual energy coursing through his system.
The Steve experienced a novel, unsettling feeling. He wanted to come-and was unable to! Joanna's anus simply held him too closely to allow his boiling seed room to make the high-velocity transit of his prick-chute. He stared at his groin, facial muscles working.
Joanna giggled, and twitched her ass, increasing his torment. If she didn't let up, the top of his head would blow off! "I'll let you go in a minute!" she said meaningfully. She reached out a slim hand and steered his hands to her gaping cunt.
He diddled her clitoris experimentally. The shock waves that ensued almost caused the pressure cooker in his balls to explode with the suddenly built-up pressure. "Stick your fingers into my pussy!" Joanna ordered. Steve obeyed meekly. First one, then two, and then three of his fingers were shoved into her insatiable manhole.
Then his thumb extended to attend to her jutting nerve node of ecstasy.
"That's it!" she purred. She began to move fluidly, seeming to flow about the cock and fingers plunged deep into her body. Slowly, her rectum eased its death grip. Steve jerked himself out all at once, then doggedly plowed back in-to the hilt!
At once he was locked in the final approach pattern of orgasm. The backthrust mounds provided a clear beacon for him to home in on. All he had to do was keep flying straight and level and everything would come out fine in the end. Joanna's end!
In and out of her tireless rump he fucked. The woman's body was never still a moment as she drank in the full effect of his double assault on her aroused libido. The fullness in her ass had been sheer unadulterated joy. With his fingers crammed up her tunnel of lust and the stubby thumb working her clit, it was almost too much too handle!
As it was, it was Steve who lost his battle for self-control first. His orgasm caught him almost unawares, his cock giving three sharp preliminary throbs as he poised with his arrowhead of meat implanted in Joanna's behind. He just had time to lunge frantically forward before he shot another full charge up her back in a coruscating stream. Thunder crashed in his ears and his eyes closed as his stomach muscles pumped come into the seething bowels of the prone woman. In his fever he plunged his other hand, all four fingers, into Joanna's slithering twat and finger-fucked her as orgasm tossed him on a multicolored ocean of erotic fury.
Steve's jism was erotic acid searing through Joanna's body. And then the hand-dagger of stiffened fingers jabbed into her pussy, so that her lower body seemed filled to overflowing with lust alive manmeat. With an uncontrollable scream, she came. Her cries were dim in her own ears; she heard a rushing as of a river with a dam out upstream. Lightning crackled and flashed blue-white across her consciousness as climax after climax wracked her willowy frame.
Steve fucked her ass and pussy long after the fountaining in his throbbing prong had subsided. It was so good being inside this woman! Even when his cock was once again limp and desiccated, her strong asshole held him firmly within her. At last, with a long shuddery sigh, he pulled out of her. A stream of semen drooled out of her anus and traced a cool line along her enflamed buttocks as Steve's cock dangled down between his hairy thighs.
Steve lay forward, giving the woman his weight. Their mouths met in a long, soul-searing kiss. The warmth of afterglow suffused their bodies and their beings with happiness.
"It's a pleasure to get to know you better," Joanna said, staring dreamily into the glass-grey eyes of the lad atop her.
"And how!" Steve concurred fervently.
"You'll remember-tomorrow night. Come around seven o'clock."
Whew, thought Steve. "If I can get up the energy."
"I'm sure you can," cooed the woman. Before the youth could react, she was slipping serpent-like down the length of his body, bathing his torso with kisses as she went. With a shrug, Steve rolled onto his back and resigned himself to his fate.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susan Langford stayed late Monday after school. She spent her time in the library, ostensibly studying for her final examinations, but actually to hide from her family. She felt disgraced, soiled, felt that her parents and her older sibling were always watching her surreptitiously and laughing inwardly at her every minute she was home.
The fifteen-year-old finally left the library around five-thirty to go home for supper. She rode her bicycle along the tree-lined lanes, keeping her mind deliberately blank of all thoughts. It took her too short a time to get home, and she took her time about putting the bike in the garage.
She avoided the gazes of her family when she came in and sat down at the table. No one asked why she had been late to dinner, much to the adolescent's relief. But there was a feeling in the air, an almost tangible sense of tension and expectation.
Susan gulped her food. When she had finished, she rose without excusing herself and hurried to her room.
At seven o'clock the girl heard a knock at her bedroom door. She ignored it, hoping that whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again, more insistently.
"Who is it?" she called sullenly.
"It's Missy."
"Go away!" the girl replied, and pushed her face into her pillow.
"Suzy," said Michelle gently, paying no attention to the younger girl's demand. "Come on down to the living room."
"I don't want to," said Susan. She felt stubborn. "Leave me alone."
"Come on, honey. Mom and Dad are down there. They want to talk to you."
Susan lay still for three dozen heartbeats. Then she got reluctantly to her feet. She smoothed her mussed saffron hair by running a small hand through it, and walked to the door.
Michelle stood outside. She was dressed in an old shirt of Charles', a plaid work shirt that came down to her thighs so that her sister couldn't see what she was wearing under it, if anything. The brunette smiled, a little tentatively. "Hi, darlin'. Let me take you on down."
Something in her tone made Susan wonder uneasily what was in store for her. She allowed the older girl to take her by the hand and lead her down the stairs.
They stepped out on the thick shag rug of the living room, and Missy gave Susan's hand a reassuring squeeze. Susan looked wildly around the room, a hunted look coming into her eyes. Her mother and father sat on the couch, smiling at her. And in the big overstuffed chair, where her mother had so expertly fucked Bob Edwards that fateful night, sat Missy's boyfriend, Steve Gamer.
Susan's throat knotted. For a moment it seemed that she would bolt from the room. Then her mother called to her and beckoned her to sit on the couch between her parents.
Susan obeyed listlessly. Her mother kissed her on the cheek. She turned her face away.
Joanna's great green eyes were sad. "Oh, Suzy," she said quietly. "Don't be scared. Everything will be all right."
The girl found her voice. "Wh-what's going on?" she asked.
Joanna looked at Phil. He took the cue. "We've decided to do something for you, honey. We know what's been happening to you over the past several days, and we understand what you're going through. None of us planned for any of this to happen to you. We would have avoided it if we could.
"But now the damage is done. It's your mother's and my responsibility to help repair it. Michelle and Steve have agreed to help, too. They feel responsible for a lot of the pain you're going through." He paused and looked into her eyes. So deep-so beautiful, he thought. Please God, let her open up before she destroys herself!
"Honey," Phil went on. "You know the kind of sex life your mother and I-and your brother and sister, for that matter-lead. And you know that we love each other very deeply. Just as we love you. We're going to do our best to try to show you that there is nothing wrong, or dirty, or evil about sex. We want to show you how beautiful it can be."
The room was dead silent. Everyone seemed to be holding his breath as if wondering what to do next. Phil looked at his wife. "Darling," he said.
He extended a hand. Heaving his bulk to his feet, Phil helped his wife up off the sofa. He was clad in his business clothes, a buff-colored shirt and dark brown slacks. Joanna was a different matter. She had prepared for this event with foresight and planning.
She wore a tropical print dress that swept all the way to the floor, cascading down her slim body in a long, graceful, unbroken line. The dress was slit all the way to her hip, and its neckline plunged low to reveal a vast expanse of her voluptuous cleavage.
Beneath the garment she was nude. The way the cloth clung to her every well-padded contour made that readily apparent, as did the way the skirt swished apart, baring her flanks as she walked.
She went to her husband, hugged him. Their mouths met for a long, sensuous kiss. Joanna tilted her head back and to the right and opened her mouth to admit his big powerful tongue. It swept over her teeth and wrestled fiercely with the occupant of her dark oral cavern. Their hands roamed restlessly over each others bodies as they sampled the delights of their mingling saliva.
Phil's great hands slid down to Joanna's barely covered boobs. A shudder of excitement passed over the woman's long slinky frame. She felt dizzy with passion. Her loins throbbed and ached with need for her husband.
The great reddish paws closed around Joanna's tits. Her nipples were already hard-it didn't take much to get this wanton woman ready for love! Strong thick fingers closed, making large, spider-like depressions in the malleable flesh. Joanna felt needles pricking into her lungs. She rotated her hips against her husband's crotch, felt the bulge of his erection through the thin layers of cloth.
As if suddenly remembering the purpose of this unusual gathering, Joanna pulled back. She glanced over at Susan. The girl was watching all right, but her expression alarmed Joanna. Susan's azure eyes were wide and yet unseeing, and her mouth was set into a prim line so that her lips almost disappeared.
Joanna stepped away from her husband, although she was loath for the skillful, seemingly crude manhandling of her mammaries to cease. She stood in the middle of the room, tall and willowy.
Reaching around behind herself, she took hold of the zipper running down her back. She pulled it down, slowly, holding the dress front against her proud jugs as she drew the fastener down to where her back dipped in before flaring out into the fulsomeness of her buttocks.
She ran a hand over the front of her torso, feeling the ripeness of her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. Electricity tingled through her. She ran the hand like a small animal across her tits, down to caress her smooth belly, then flattened the cloth against her midriff as one hand stroked down onto her swelling pubic mound.
A gasp escaped her ruby lips. She covered her pussy coyly with her hand, closed her palm on the rise of flesh. Pleasure flowered from her crotch to envelop her whole body.
Joanna let the dress fall. It drooped to the floor, and Joanna was aware of a stifled gasp as Phil and Steve drew in their breath. The two males were eyeing her with frank appreciation. Michelle leaned forward where she sat on the floor next to her boyfriend, wetting her lips with her coral tongue.
Even Susan was affected! She bit her lower lip, and the tip of her small tongue peeked out the comer of her mouth. The gesture twinged at her mother's crotch, and at her heart. The poor, dear, sexy little girl!
Unselfconsciously, swaying her hips intentionally from side to side with a flaunting motion, Joanna stepped up to her husband. She proceeded to undress him, quickly and efficiently, while he stood as if transfixed and stared at her nude body going lithely about its activity. She was like a pale toast-brown flame, darting sinuously this way and that as she slid his pants off over his feet, urging him to step out of them. This done, she stood up. "And now, husband mine," she said, unable to keep a catch of urgency out of her voice, "this is were we show our daughter what a wonderful thing the sex act can be!"
So saying, she pulled the bear-like man to the floor. She dropped beside him, leaning over to kiss him once again on his bearded lips. His cock jutted from his groin at a forty-five degree angle; she took hold of it and ran her fingers, formed into a precise "O", along its huge swollen length. The man's hands mauled and ravaged her tits, squashing them and crushing them in a grip of iron while their tongues danced the ancient courtship ritual in their interlocked oral recesses.
The waters of passion were flowing freely in Joanna's cunt. She was glad that they were going to keep this first sexual encounter of the evening simple and direct for Suzy's benefit. She couldn't have stood a lot of preliminaries!
From the tension in Phil's rod it was obvious that he felt the same way. A quick glance at the blonde showed that the pair had Susan's attention, if nothing else. Well, it was a start. Impatiently, Joanna pulled Phil over on top of her.
His weight was crushing and wonderful. His cock dug into her belly. "Ready to fuck the daylights out of me?" the woman asked.
Phil's blue eyes sparkled. "Need you ask?" She didn't. He didn't even waste time testing her readiness with his fingers. He had been married to this hyper sexed woman for twenty years. He knew her better than that!
Besides, his own lust was getting damn near uncontrollable. And it wouldn't make a good impression on Suzy to have him spew his come all over the rug before even getting into his wife's quim. Besides, the stains were hard to remove.
He heaved himself up on his massive arms. Knots of muscle appeared as he prodded at the gateway of her desire with his cock. She parted her legs for him, clearing the way for the outsized intruder. The spear-shaped head of his prick, swollen and purple, pushed between her outer guardians, then cajoled its way past the smaller, more sensitive sentries within her folded fleshy fortress.
He had the password! Joanna's inner lips parted with a pang of pleasure and Phil slid in easily. He lowered his hips, letting his penis go into her farther and farther. Joanna writhed around the invading weapon as if it were a blade of cold steel being driven with such agonizing slowness info the ready hole in her loins.
Her pussy was tight, the product of strenuous hours of sit-ups and other exercises to keep her muscles perfectly toned. So, even though this titanic cock had made its way into this very passage a thousand times before, it still stretched the flexible walls of her vagina to three times their normal diameter. It was like sliding into a slippery, slimy sheath of vulcanized rubber that clung to his cock as it entered.
Just with the first, simple entry, Phillip and Joanna Langford had given each other more pleasure than most couples do in an evening of fucking-if then! And now they were ready to get down to business.
Phil screwed his wife with languorous strokes. He found an easy, natural rhythm and concentrated on driving deeper with every thrust. Joanna lifted her trim knees to allow the man better penetration. Expertly, she matched his every move, soaking the last drop of sensation from each and every stroke of his massive cock. Her plush hindquarters rotated smoothly.
All the while they kissed, arms wrapped about each other's shoulders. Their tongues explored over their faces, Phil tracing Joanna's jawline, leaving a wet trail as he dipped past her chin and followed the rounded slope to her dainty ear. He teased the hair from around it, began to blow softly into the aural channel while nibbling her earlobe. Joanna sighed, nipped him at the juncture of powerful neck and broad shoulders as he stuck his tongue into the whorled interior of her ear.
It felt as though he was drilling clean into her brain. Joanna arched her back, stiffened-and held the pose. For a long second they: lingered as if frozen, Phil buried balls-deep in his wife's sex, Joanna bending up to meet him. Their mouths worked frantically, the woman teasing her agile oral digit along his bull neck. Phil stepped up his attention to her dainty ear, and then the motion of their hips commenced where it had left off, faster than before.
Phil was withdrawing his full length, sometimes dragging his giant prong out of Joanna completely before plunging it back into her steaming cunt. "Oh boy," sighed Joanna. "Do it!"
She raised her faultless legs and wrapped them around her husband's waist. At every entry she strove to shove him ever further into her grasping vagina. The heat from her furnaces enfolded his prong, emanating from it to surround him in a rosy glow. He felt his inflated glans prod into her cervix, heard her give a full-throated shriek of joy. Her time was coming soon!
And so was his. His load was boiling impatiently in his balls, waiting to be released into her cunt. Joanna's pussy was a fuming, sucking, irresistible mouth fastened on his prod. His organ seemed interminable as it slid past the swollen guardian of her clitoris, sending one continuous message to her brain by erotic telegraph.
Joanna went stiff as a board. She arched her back, threw back her head, and let out a long, wordless scream: "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Then she went into explosive convulsions of ecstasy as her loins exploded in climax.
His wife's coital spasms caught Phil by surprise. He was only with difficulty restraining himself from blasting off into her. Suddenly he took a hammer blow to the cortex. Joanna's scream rang flat and distant in his ears. A vise clamped down onto his dick.
He could restrain himself no longer. His iron hard prick throbbed, and shot forth gallon upon gallon of rich, creamy come into his wife's shuddering, slithering cunt. She screamed again as she felt the stinging stream rebounding from her cervix with every spurt of the gigantic, pistoning pole of lust. She was in heaven, with sheerest bliss being pumped into her in liquid-white increments.
Even after the fury of their orgasms had died away to a mellow afterglow, Phil and Joanna lay joined genitally, savoring the feel of their spent, sweaty bodies as their tongues explored each other's mouths. At last Phil sighed happily, and rolled off the woman's prostrate form. His wife took advantage of the opportunity to stretch languidly.
"Well, honey," purred Joanna, her green eyes glowing as they travelled to her blond daughter s face. "That's what sex is, when people love each other. Can you understand what were saying now?"
The flaxen head shook. Susan said nothing, but her eyes were big and shiny.
Joanna sighed inwardly. At least she had gotten some response from the girl. It was a beginning....
Steve Garner sat in his chair, Michelle seated on her heels beside him. During Phil and Joanna's performance they had sat without speaking or moving, although Steve's hand roved ceaselessly over his girlfriend's lustrous auburn hair. The youth felt an all but uncontrollable stirring in his loins, building up gradually from the time Joanna had done her striptease to the time Phil, sated, had rolled off her glorious, nude form.
Now Michelle glanced up at him, her sapphire eyes alive, telling him that it was now their turn. Steve felt self-conscious about the other people present, but the strident demands of his flagpole-stiff cock didn't leave him much room for quibbling. He had to fuck into Michelle's incredibly sensual manhole-whether in public, in private, or atop the Empire State Building!
Michelle turned her face up as he slid to the floor beside her. Her lips and teeth were slightly, thrillingly parted, awaiting his oral caress. He gave her what she so patently wanted, giving her his tongue like a moist slimy lollipop to suck on while his hands quested over her perfect body. He felt her jugs, unrestrained under the heavy felt shirt. He could guess now that the girl had been as stimulated watching her parents fuck as he had-her nipples were as hard as the semiprecious stones they so resembled.
And now his sensitive nostrils could distinguish the aroma of Michelle's aroused womanhood, so distinctive from the pungent odor of Joanna's excited pussy that pervaded the room. The teenager's succulent juices of love had dribbled down her faultless asscheeks and puddled on the floor, soaking into the carpet. The girl was naked beneath her work shirt, as Steve soon found out when he let one hand mouth southward from her plump boobs.
If Steve was hot and horny, Michelle was about ready to melt into a pooled slag of molten lust. Just the sight of her mother and father making it so passionately had brought her off once already. She was acutely aware of the smells, the small animal noises the fucking pair had made, of Steve's thrilling touch on her hair, the roughness of the cloth on her nubile body.
When Steve cupped her tits, Missy almost came again. The coarse material scraped her nipples, the soft skin of her tits, and it was like sandpaper rasping along the pleasure center of her brain. She sucked on Steve's tongue, enjoying the erotic feel of it, only wishing it were his enormous cock instead that was thrust between her red-gleaming lips.
Time enough for that later! Right now, she just needed to fuck her boyfriend, to come off gloriously with a prick inside of her.
Quickly, she unbuttoned her boyfriend's short sleeved, lightweight shirt. She opened it, ran her long-nailed, graceful fingers down his smooth, well-muscled chest. She teased his nipples with razor-sharp nails as she pulled the shirt down over his arms. He writhed uncomfortably, unused to the sensation. Then a new light came into his grey eyes. That felt good, after the initial shock. It hurt though, just a bit.
Before Steve had time to seriously contemplate whether he was exhibiting masochistic tendencies, Michelle's fast fingers had unzipped his pants and retrieved his rigid penis. The feeling of her cool fingers closed about his Aaron's rod of eroticism drove all thoughts from his mind, leaving nothing but all-consuming lust.
While Michelle jacked him off, Steve slipped his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and started to search for her pussy. He found it, all wet and eager, the hair matted and laden with her lubricants. Roughly, he knuckled her sensitive pussy lips, cruelly grinding his fist into her vulva till she gasped around his stiffened tongue. Her hand squeezed tightly on his prick. He opened his other hand so as to take the tips of both her mouthwatering cones into it at once, closed the hand over the imprisoned mammaries in a vise-like grip. Then he pinched Michelle's labia with the fingers of the hand at her crotch.
The effect on the girl was breathtaking. From a quietly, calmly horny teenager, Michelle was transformed into a raging tigress, a kicking, fighting bundle of muscles and fury-and lust! She almost bit through his tongue, and to be on the safe side he pulled it out of her mouth. Her own coral oral digit followed his as it beat a hasty retreat into his own facial cavity, to beard it in its den and do battle to the death. Meanwhile it seemed she was endeavoring to pull his cock out by the roots, so violently was she masturbating him. He pinched harder and waggled the blood-rich cunt lips from side to side.
Missy let go of his prick and literally tore off her shirt. A flying button hit Joanna on her upturned nose as she lay on her belly two yards away, watching the proceedings with unfeigned interest. "Enough of this fooling around!" the girl exclaimed. "Let's fuck!"
Steve didn't have to be told twice. He started to his feet, only to be surprised when his girlfriend put her hands to his chest and shoved him down again bodily. "Out of your pants!" she commanded.
He obeyed with as much alacrity as he could muster sitting on the thick luxurious carpet. The deep pile rug tickled his bare ass. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling!
Missy was on her feet. She turned her back on the youth. The crease of her smooth ass smiled smack into his face. He leaned forward to plant a juicy kiss right on those firm, pear-shaped buttocks, then began to work his way between them, tongue extended. "Jesus!" yelped Missy. "That's damn fine, lover boy-but save it for later!"
A look of disappointment crossed his features as his proposed treat dropped from his tunneling mouth. Then it was replaced by a look of sheer delight as the matched demiglobes of assflesh descended toward his upright telephone pole of reddish meat! Missy reached behind herself, spread her asscheeks with her hands as she guided her downward-bulging cunt bun onto his quiveringly eager minaret of masculinity.
Steve's dong felt more aroused then it ever had before. Her nether lips kissed the head of his weapon, then slid down it. The broad arrowhead wedged in, forcing Michelle's buttocks even farther apart. She dug in with her fingernails and rotated her hips. She cried out in low, guttural tones as she took him in.
She corkscrewed down the jutting prong. His knees were close together, and the girl spread hers widely to straddle his lap-and the tantalizing member that protruded from same!
It took forever for Michelle to impale herself fully on the out-thrust lance of Steve's desire, but at the same time it was but a fleeting millisecond of incandescent pleasure. Too soon it was gone, but a kaleidoscopic spectrum of other instants, equally delightful, succeeded it. Steve's ecstasy when the girl's avid pussy-lips kissed the furry base of his dong was unimaginable. Missy had never been quite so hot, so delightful, so lasciviously wonderful. Her ass settled into his lap as if molded to fit as she groaned and screwed herself with all her strength, trying to take him in further still.
It was impossible from the outset. But how they both revelled in the attempt!
Steve slid his hands up her smooth flanks, over her ridged ribs till he found her tits. Her cherries were straining right out of their fleshly brown platters, stiffened into twin tiny fingers of super sensitized tissue. Steve flicked experimentally with his fingers. Michelle's cunt clamped down with steely muscles along the length of his prod.
Steve closed his eyes. Oh wow, he thought. He did it again. Impossibly, Michelle squeezed him even tighter! Much more of this and the damned thing would come off!
Or worse, he would come off, and without having fucked this magnificent chick to the uttermost. And he couldn't have that happen! Slowly, grinding her hips, Michelle lifted her weight from her lover's groin.
She was turning his crank like the handle of an organ grinder's organ. It was an apt metaphor-it felt like his organ was being ground by a million tiny, acid-dipped teeth within Michelle's twat! What's more, Michelle's eager young hands had never left her ass. She was working the double demiglobes frenetically, rolling them this way and that, pulling them in opposite directions and then squashing them together again, exerting exotic new pressures on Steve's pinioned penis.
Missy was getting off on feeling up her own plentiful bottom. The way her anal sphincter expanded and then contracted as she manipulated her buttocks this way and that was incredible. And what it did to her clutching, oily vaginal channel!
Steve could have had no idea what effect his breast-fondling was having on the girl. Red-hot needles stabbed straight into her tumescent nipples, driving through her lungs all the way to her spine. The threefold stimulation was driving her to the edge at breakneck speed, and all she wanted now was to accelerate her climax by whatever means possible. She had the cock she craved-now she had to come!
The girl's eyes seemed darker when she opened them halfway. Her glance wandered almost detachedly around the room until it came to rest on the features of her baby sister. The girl's thin features were oddly, inhumanly beautiful, as though sculpted into firm lines by a master artist. Her cheeks looked hollow-a trick of the light, no doubt. Their planes rounded off at the fine zygomatic bones, dipping inward toward the eye-sockets.
Some part of Michelle's fevered brain found time to marvel at those eyes. No sculptor, no painter either, could have come close to capturing them. They were a limpid blue that seemed like an endless vista of open sky. But there was pain in those luminous eyes, and a furtive, wary look like that of a hunted animal.
The fifteen-year-old sat perfectly immobile. Her eyes didn't flicker, her facial muscles didn't twitch. She held herself, her body at least, under the most rigid control. As if afraid that if she allowed herself to move a muscle her defenses would crack. She seemed to fear that if she shifted position a hairsbreadth, the walls she had so carefully constructed around her sexuality would crumble, bringing her cherished attitudes down in irrevocable ruin.
Michelle tried to project a telepathic plea into those fixed, bottomless eyes: Come on, Suzy, my dearest. Loosen up. Let go of your reserve. Let your prejudices fall in pieces-oh, what good do they do? Honey, for your sake-please!
But the cornflower orbs would not meet her lust-darkened indigo ones. They remained immovably glued to the spectacle of the lissome brunette fucking herself madly on Steve's erect cock.
Michelle couldn't take it any longer. Steve's prick poking into her repeatedly as she heaved her body up and down, the feel of her constant manual attention to her ass, her fingernails biting into her, the youth's dogged clinging to her flopping, burning tits-all these combined to drive the seventeen-year-old's fears, worries, and hopes about her younger sister from her mind.
Steve had not noticed the girl's distraction. Even while her mind was temporarily preoccupied, her superbly trained body took over. Her hips never ceased their synchronic pistoning in and out of his groin, never broke the rhythm of the incessant churning around his penis as it slipped out of her slippery and shiny with cunt juice, and then disappeared easily into her tunnel of lust while her ass splayed itself against his muscle-ridged groin.
Nor did he let up his ministrations to the girl's jugs. He didn't have much else to do, the way Missy was pounding her ass up and down on his cock, so he concentrated on the feel of her rockhard nipples and goosepimply aureoles, experimenting, juxtaposing their varied textures with her smooth, resilient mounds of meaty boob. Her ; brown-burned body was slick and gleaming all over with the sweat of her exertions.
Obscene smacking noises issued from her oft-invaded quim. She let herself be bathed in the fullness of it all, let the sensations flow over her like water from a cooling stream. Yet they did nothing to cool her ardor!
Michelle plucked one hand from its excitingly agonizing perch on her left tit, transferring it to her crotch. Her cunt gaped wide, invaded from the rear, giving the others in the room a clear view of her pussy-lips, spread and smiling with moist delight. Her clit peeked almost imperceptibly from the folded skin at the apex of her sex-slit, and it was there that she steered Steve's dexterous fingers. "There," she murmured. "My clitty-do my clitty!"
Eagerly, Steve complied. He took the tiny pearlescent marble of nerve-rich tissue and rolled it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger like a marble. Michelle bucked and quaked in reaction. He started to press it inward, feeling his hand and the erectile nubbin rubbing along the underside of his dick as the girl moved more rapidly up and down.
The room swam' in Missy's vision. She was subject to more sexual pleasure than she could bear, and the musk of her amply stimulated womanhood was intoxicating incense in her nostrils. She clawed at her own pert rump, as if to rip her fundament apart, then squashed her buttocks into each other to collapse the ever tight membranous walls of her cunt even further. Hot waves of pleasure pounded out of her clit, out of the nipple Steve still worked feverishly.
Her pussy walls started contracting. It started with her deliberate, tortuous pressure on the deeply embedded member, then rapidly went completely amok, yanking a noose of piano wire tight around the head of Steve's penis as it pulled out. Michelle sat down hard on the rampant prick. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Oh oh oh oh oh OH OH OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHr Her orgasm seized her and catapulted over the cliff. She floated forever in an endless abyss of ecstasy, while passion roiled and crashed in her climaxing brain.
Locked inside her spasming cunt, Steve found himself going over the brink too. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock into her again and again as her unconscious up-and-down motion sent him mad. I'm coming!" he yelled. "Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!"
Spewing sperm and semen fountained into Missy's exploding pussy. Her convulsions took her momentarily clear of the hosing nozzle of manmeat, allowing two whole spurts of come to blast off into open space, splashing whitely all over Missy's taut ass as it came down hard, feverish in its need for more cock-ever more cock, to be rammed unmercifully into her multiply-orgasming twat!
They jerked and flopped and strained together for a full minute, till long after the eruptions of Steve's cock had dwindled and died. Slowly Michelle sank into his lap, sighing mightily as the still stiff cock drove into her lust-tube one last, glorious time. She turned her head. Their lips met for a scintillating, prolonged kiss as their bodies relaxed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Wow! What a show!" said Joanna admiringly as the lovers engaged in their final kiss. "I want some of that!"
"Go ahead," said Phil with equanimity. His own tremendous member was coming to life again his crotch. He had to admit his elder daughter was a pretty fine piece of ass.
As he knew from experience!
His wife lifted herself and crawled forward on hands and knees. Missy was just hoisting herself clear of Steve's cock, which was much diminished from its former grandeur when it dropped out of her temporarily sated manhole. She looked at her mother curiously as the svelte blonde crawled up. "Care to join me?" the older woman asked.
Her daughter looked puzzled. "I'm going to perform an act of mercy," Joanna explained. "I'm going to bring this poor, pathetic, dead little thing back to life!"
Steve sat up attentively as he realized it was his own organ of pleasure under discussion. Pathetic, huh? Little? He bridled, started to protest.
His mouth, which had opened to remonstrate, snapped abruptly shut as the radiant golden head bent to the therapeutic chore. Joanna cradled the dong in her hand. It was not so very small, actually. Even in its current half-limp condition, it was big, and furthermore it showed no signs of diminishing any further. To her skillful touch it showed signs of renewed activity. She had better get to work, and quickly, or her special resuscitory skills would not be needed!
Her tongue licked out, tasted the organ. The meaty flavor of male organ was currently subdued by the overwhelming taste of come and Missy's oils combined. Joanna didn't mind. They were two of her favorite flavors. Lightly, her crimson tongue danced the length of Steve's cock.
The effect was most gratifying. The dormant monster stirred, twitched, and started to pulsate with awakening lust. She licked again, and the vibration of the prick became more apparent.
"It's a miracle!" breathed Michelle.
Her mother nodded wisely. "And the miracle is, a little mouth jive." She lapped at Steve's penis with dog-like strokes, slurping up all the sweetly mixed sauces she could find.
Steve certainly wasn't minding the treatment. He had even forgotten Joanna's crack about his cock's being pathetic. As the blonde studiously cleaned his prick of the fluids that coated it, he found himself thinking he could become a regular addict of this sort of therapy.
If he wasn't already!
Joanna could feel the blood pouring back into the recently drained spongy cells in the youth's penis. The erectile tissues were busily doing their thing. As the cock started to stiffen and stand out from his sweat-drenched lap, Joanna tilted her head to take it into her mouth.
As yet it barely filled her yearning oral cavity. She held it for a long moment, feeling Steve's heartbeat transmitted directly into her skull as the life-giving fluids were pumped back into his dick. Joanna teased his balls with her fingernails to speed the process. The woman's red-painted nails were tiny blades stabbing into the hairy ball-sac, making it contract defensively. In short order the youth's scrotum was a small, compact, furry sphere.
This attention caused his meatloaf to rise more quickly in the oven of her mouth. And her tongue was all the yeast required! If meatloaves required yeast, he thought, resting his head back against the chair. God, this woman was skillful! He could feel her tongue moving around in its wet, dark den, sliding around the intruder like some manner of slimy, lascivious snake. He could not believe it, but within a few minutes of coming cataclysmically into Missy's hot young quim, his tool was getting stiff once again. He would be ready for action in no time at all!
Watching her mother assiduously sucking cock was having its effect on Missy, too. As usual, her first climax had done nothing to sate her. If anything, it had only whetted her every sharp sexual appetite. And from where she was, that prick looked might good.
When the member was hard enough, Joanna began to move her lips up and down it, feeling its girth slide into her face and out again over her even white teeth, growing steadily. Her tongue was alive and in constant motion, urging the young man's prodigious weapon back to its full proportions. The older woman felt something tickling her concave cheek as she exerted a bit of suction for good measure.
It was her daughter's auburn hair falling down beside her face as the girl lowered her head. She meant to partake of this feast, tool Joanna sighed. After all, Michelle was a Langford. And that was synonymous with sexually insatiable!
At the thought, Joanna swivelled her eyes to look at her other daughter. Susan was leaning forward, gripping the cushions with white-knuckled fists. Her face was white, and she kept running her tongue over her lips as if to keep them from drying out. Joanna's heart leapt. The white fabric of Suzy's t-shirt was pulled taut, and even through it and the sturdier stuff of the adolescent's brassiere, the girl's two nipples poked outwards, plainly visible in bold relief.
Joanna thought it was ample cause for optimism. Susan had been fighting herself all night. Now the impulses, the needs of her nubile young body were getting the better of her restraint. She would break soon. And Joanna felt, deep down inside, that once she broke, it would be like a dam bursting. When that happened, all Susan's fears and inhibitions would flow in an unstoppable torrent out of her body.
The mature woman had taken station sucking hard on the young man's glans penis. She could feel the magenta cone swelling in her mouth as her tongue laved over its corrugated surface. Missy attended to the cockshaft, fastening her lips around it from the side. She mouthed the burgeoning prick with something like religious reverence, which was hardly surprising considering the tremendous amount of pleasure the mighty penis had bestowed upon her. It was the natural way of showing gratitude.
In his wildest, most fevered imaginings, Steve had not even remotely conceived of what it would be like to have two women working over his cock. And these two were both true experts at their erotic craft-Joanna was clearly the more experienced, but her daughter was an apt pupil, with an inherited aptitude for anything dealing with sex. Two sets of lips clamped hotly on Steve's prod; two tongues roved restlessly over his ballooning member. Michelle nipped carefully at the thick swelling running the length of his cock's lower surface. Steve let out an involuntary yelp and tried to jerk away. It was impossible; the pair of clutching maws held him fast as bonds of iron. And besides, once the shock wore off, he rather enjoyed having the seventeen-year-old gnawing on his manly bone.
Soon, his pillar of manmeat stood proudly from his hairy groin at its customary jaunty angle. By itself the giant flaring head of his dick seemed to fill Joanna's mouth. Her teeth were closed behind its widespread king-cobra hood, holding it firmly in place for the surgical precision of her tongue's actions. Deftly, her oral digit worked over the immobile glans, teasing, torturing, thrilling.
Missy sucked on the bar of masculinity. The veins stood out in bas-relief, and her tongue traced along them, reading them like Braille. Her own lust was a raging hunger in her loins, and once more her aromatic genital sauces drooled from her cuntal mouth to stain the carpeting. Nobody paid any attention; the rug was the last thing on anybody's mind at the moment!
Phil, meanwhile, was stiff as a flagpole-and seemingly as long. His cock-soldier stood to rigid attention, ready and willing to shoot a machine gun stream of white bullets into any available female orifice. With so many spread out before him, he was in quite a quandary to decide which one to aim for!
Actually, his choice was narrowed considerably by the fact that two possible portals of entry were already occupied sucking off the teenaged youth. Steve was bearing up manfully; Phil was proud of his daughter's judgment. But he had. his own needs to consider, too.
Missy had gotten to her hands and knees'; her tits brushing the floor as she helped her mother nurse Steve back to health. Her puckered little asshole seemed to wink invitingly at her father. That was the sign he needed to make his choice.
The brunette felt her father's warmth behind her upturned rump. Without looking back, she let out a long, shuddery sigh of anticipation. Her breath feathered over Steve's tool and almost drove him mad. His whole body was shaking with pent-up sexual energy-impossibly soon after he had vented his lust in a blazing climax!
Phil took his own tumescent prod in hand. Dropping to his knees, he hunched forward. The cock slid under the pie-shaped wedge of chestnut-furred cunt. It splayed the lips of Missy's cunt apart, letting her sweet juices roll out and inundate it. Michelle moaned with pleasure and wriggled her hips.
The girl never ceased her sucking. The spike of Steve's manhood ran out the side of her mouth to disappear into the puckered ring of Joanna's lips. As her father fucked his prick along her seething sex lips, Michelle's excitement communicated itself magically to Steve's lust-fogged brain. As his eyes were screwed tightly shut, it was impossible for him to divine the source of his exponentially increased pleasure, but he was gratefully accepting the fruits of Phil's enterprise.
Joanna sat on her heels between the boy's spread knees. A sidelong glance showed her husband taking up position behind Michelle's rounded haunches. The sight reminded Joanna of her own unabated hunger. She needed a prick inside of her, too!
On the sidelines, forgotten by the rest, Susan' sat and watched. In spite of herself, she was growing extremely excited. The acres and acres of naked flesh rolling around on the floor were by themselves stimulating. And the multifarious uses to which all that nudity was being put was an irresistible lure to the inhibited adolescent.
After all, a hidden part of her mind harangued her, just what exactly is wrong with it? You enjoyed yourself-didn't you! She shook her head, as much to rid herself of the contemptuous, accusing voice as in denial of what it said. Still, the murmur went on inside her brain: Admit it! You've loved it, every time. And you know what? You know that it didn't harm you a bit. It just shook up those preconceived notions you've built up. Flaxen hair flew as Susan shook her head vehemently. And about time, too!
Her rebellious sex was playing her traitor again, too. It was leaking a steady stream of her lubricants onto the couch, and the familiar aroma of her own arousal was stronger in her nostrils than the scent of fucking. Her loins were in a turmoil. Her cunt hungered to be filled with cock, her ass ached for another flashing ecstasy of penetration by a male member, her lips craved the touch and taste of the tickling bristly hairs and the slick membranous tissues of a female pussy! Her thin young body cried out against her restraint. But still, grimly, she held on. She clung to her embattled puritanism as though it were a frail raft, while the whirlpool of her adolescent libido tried to drag her down.
God, that looks good! said the still, small voice. Her father was punching at Michelle's anus with a stubby forefinger, cajoling it into relaxation. Even as she watched, the instinctively fisted muscle softened and permitted his entry to the first joint. Satisfied, he pulled his cock from her lewd bulge and brought the pointed tip to bear on her littlest entryway. Missy's whole body was visibly quaking like a leaf from her excitement.
Phil Langford withdrew his finger, used the digit and his broad thumb to spread Michelle's asshole wide enough to accommodate the tip of his prick. He shoved the end of his glans into the tiny opening. Missy jumped, but she didn't try to escape.
The seventeen-year-old had trouble trying not to bite through Steve's prick. She hadn't had her ass screwed for a long time-too long, in fact. And, except for her brother Charles, her father knew how to make her rectum sing for joy better than anybody. Although she admitted that Steve was pretty good. Still, her anticipation almost made her come for the third time this evening. It was too soon for that, and she successfully mastered her loins.
Her crack yawned wide as Phil shoved forward with his hips. His cock was well lubricated, and gained an easy entry till the whole glans had disappeared into Missy's anus. There he bogged down. Missy hadn't yet learned her mother's trick of muscular control. But then, she lacked twenty-odd years of experience that Joanna had over her!
Her father reached out, got a firm grip on her hindquarters. His arms strained, and he pulled himself forward, gradually. The sphincter muscles resisted reflexively, but the man's strength was too great for them to effectively refuse him entrance. His major concern was to keep from going in too fast and taking the chance of damaging the delicate tissues inside the girl's posterior channel.
Now Michelle couldn't keep herself from biting down on Steve's prick. She wrapped her lips over her teeth but still chomped hard on the turgid member. Steve's eyes bugged half out of their sockets and his back arched as if he'd stepped on a live wire. Pre-orgasmic contractions shot the length of his sperm-chute, and for a minute Joanna, still working on his cock-head as if it were an all-day sucker, thought he was going to blast off again. He didn't, but the muscles of his lower body were working independently of his conscious mind.
Phil's big dick slid into his daughter's pert ass. Oh God, she wanted scream at the top of her lungs, he's tearing me apart! He was big-soooooo big. Far, far bigger, fatter, and longer than she had recalled. She couldn't unclamp her jaws enough to scream, however. She hung grimly onto Steve's prick and fought to keep consciousness.
Phil stopped with two or three inches of his dong in Missy's butt. He wanted to give her a chance to rest, to assimilate the reality of his mammoth prod's being well inside her rectal passage. It was there to stay!
Missy found control of her jaw muscles. "Oh, wow!" she gasped. "I didn't think I'd make it. Take it easy, Dad."
"Sure, honey," her father grunted obligingly. "I'm going in a little farther. You ready?" The auburn head nodded.
This was more than Joanna could take. Here was her oldest daughter about to get her shapely little ass pumped within an inch of its life, and her cunt was aching unremittingly from-well, minutes of neglect. It simply wasn't fair!
She relinquished Steve's cock. The weapon bobbed free, and Missy made a dive to scoop it into her own greedy mouth. "No you don't!" cried Joanna, playfully pushing her away. She lay back, rolled over on her right side, and lifted a long, well-sculpted leg. "Want a try, lover boy?" she asked Steve in her most seductive tones.
"You bet!" he grinned. He got quickly to his knees. He found that he had to sit all the way back on his heels to effect penetration in this odd position. He did so hurriedly-this was something he'd never done before, and he was eager to round out his education!
Phil continued his excruciatingly slow entry of his daughter's anus. He watched Joanna take up her reclining pose and part her thighs-always an adventurous one, that wench, That was why he had married her. He'd have to give her another whirl-if he still had the energy left after he finished with his hot daughter!
For Missy rediscovered some of the many motions she knew, the secret little techniques of butt-fucking. Her ass started to screw itself onto the impaling cock, working down the prodigious length in a spiralling motion. Her clutching rectum formed a helix of pleasure about her father's throbbing dong, and she found her own genitals warming with delicious excitement, too. She was starting to enjoy this!
After six inches, Phil stopped again. He might have been able to force his way deeper into the girl's bowels, but he was afraid to right now. If she was able to relax and accept it, then he'd give her the whole eight inches! He started to pull out of her.
The vacuum threatened to suck Missy's guts out her minuscule asshole. She watched dreamily as Steve wiggled forward and used his hand to stick his cock into her mother's manhole. The wanton older woman rolled around and pushed herself down along his prick, a look of bliss transfiguring her lovely face, as he filled her needy cunt to overflowing.
Missy's father began balling his daughter in earnest. Her rectum had loosened its death grip on his tool as much as was possible, and he felt free to fuck in and out of her with an easy, uninhibited natural rhythm. She was digging it in a big way now, soaking up the sensations of being anally reamed by her very own father.
Right in front of her Brazilian topaz-green eyes, Joanna and the girl's boyfriend were getting it on with a vengeance. Steve had discovered that in this position, only the slightest movements were necessary to stimulate both partners. His cock was bent sharply down past the horizontal, exerting a natural tendency to rise, to snap back up and point skyward. Joanna was writhing on the carpet, the shag engraving curious little curlicue designs on her tender skin. The throbbing, pulsating bar of manmeat buried in her quim felt incredibly good. Steve held her by one tapering calf, helping to hold her satiny limb elevated. His fingers were cool on her skin.
Missy wriggled her ass, shoved back with strong thighs into her father's crotch. Slowly but surely he was working his cock further and further into her with each and every stroke. Soon he would be embedded balls-deep in her tight little asshole. And soon Michelle would come yet again, if possible more spectacularly than the first times!
She decided that being a passive spectator to a sex act was not cut out for her. Her mother's cunt looked delectable with Steve's big dick sprouting from it like a lascivious plant. And that slab of cockflesh looked rather toothsome, too-why not have a bite to eat while she got her pipes cleaned from behind?
Phil's gigantic cock ploughed into Missy's exhaust with gusto. Tight and hot-at the moment that was Phil's description of paradise-a description completely fulfilled by his older daughter's succulent ass! And she was good. Her hips were in constant motion, doing their best to wring the maximum of pleasure from the invader that was stretching her anal sheath beyond imagining.
The girl lowered her mouth, kissed the inside of Joanna's airborne thigh. Her lips slid down, electrifying the tender flesh as they moved inexorably toward the oozing, cock-crammed twat. Steve leered at her; he had a premonition that he was going to get some good out of this little project too.
How right he was! Missy's mouth clamped on gaping pussy and firmly held prick at the same time. Steve moaned low in his throat as the auburn-haired beauty's tongue crept over Joanna's labia majora and started to worm its way between her mother's cuntal lips and the cock they grasped so securely. It felt as if her tongue was burning into his cock, leaving a meandering, curlicue imprint of her lust.
Joanna was certain she had died and gone to heaven. Her daughter's tongue infallibly sought the swollen button of her clit, and started to play with it the way a cat toys with a mouse. The girl's agile digit of taste was managing to thrill both Steve's penis and Joanna's twat, to say nothing of what it did for its eager owner!
Suffice it to say that Michelle pursued her double taste-treat with a single-minded fervor that would have done credit to a religious zealot!
Phil never rested an instant from his fucking. There was so much pleasure to be had in this world-so much carnal enjoyment to be gleaned from just this beautiful young lady's ass alone. Her rump bumped into his stomach as he drove into her, and he felt her rectum grasp him on his way out. The sight of her creamy demiglobes was an aphrodisiac-what a vision of loveliness! And to think that he, and his wonderful wife Joanna, were responsible for this fine female. It was enough to make him feel proud.
His climax was coming on him at a breakneck pace. His own desire had barely been sated by his encounter with his wife. He had an almost inexhaustible supply of sexual energy-and it was stridently clamoring for an outlet!
Michelle was doing everything within her power to make her churning bottom that outlet. A fire was burning in her bowels-a fire that could only be quenched by his fountaining come!
Avidly, the teenager ate at Steve and Joanna's conjoined genitalia. She munched now on a mouthful of pussy, now a throbbing hunk of man root redolent of taste of a feminine treasure-trove. Her tongue swirled around and around, concentrating on her mother's clitoris-but taking time for side excursions over as much of Joanna's cuntal terrain and Steve's vein-ridged penis as she could reach. They tasted good, both of them, and it was a real turn-on to feel their own augmented excitement, to sense their gratitude for the delight she was liberally meting out with her lips and tongue.
Suddenly she clamped her mouth hard and sucked. Joanna and Steve gasped as one, full throatedly. The brunette had felt Phil's cock begin to vibrate wildly within her buttocks. Pleasure coursed through her body as she readied herself to accept his flood of semen.
Phil pounded violently into his daughter's rump. Gone were any considerations of caution. His lust overmastered his conscious, rational mind, overwhelming him with the need to fuck like a stallion into the writhing girl impaled on his prick, to shoot his seed into her fiery anal receptacle. He was coming before he knew it, filling her bowels with a plentiful stream of jism.
Powered by his contracting stomach, the gallons of his yield surged far into Missy's belly. She cried aloud around her mouthful of dripping sex as he filled her with repeated strokes of his gushing member. This was what she wanted-needed-lived for!
The big bear-like man pumped into her until his scrotum had emptied itself of every last drop of sperm and semen. His blue eyes glazed over as he panted out the last gobbet of milky juice. His cock deflated quickly and slid out of the clutching anus with an audible pop. Limply, he fell back on his elbows to watch the fun.
Steve and Joanna were beginning to strain into each other, forcing the teenager's fleshly probe as far into the woman's manhole as it was possible to do. Their actual hip motion was circular as they whipped their passions to a high froth-aided and abetted most ably by Missy's mouth. The girl was in a shark-like feeding-frenzy now that her father had come off up her back. She was in the grip of a benign fury that would not subside until her orgasm brought her down.
Her saliva was running in streams over the cock-filled cunt. She burrowed face-first into the brimming quim, gnawing on Steve's rod of passion. Her teeth were sharp and very hard as she chewed on the youth's cock, but all it did was increase the sensation a thousandfold for him. He was incredibly hot from this unbelievable combination of blowjob and exotic, sideways fucking!
Joanna smiled up at the youth. He was expanding the walls of her pussy like nobody's business with that cock of his. She got off on the sliding in-and-out of regular sex, but sometimes she just liked to get a cuntful and just savor it, exploring, testing, finding a million and one ways to please herself and her partner. The unusual position was adding spice to her sensuous meal. The constant upward urging of Steve's cock trying to return to its normal stance pressed against one side of her vaginal tube. But it was Michelle's oral ministrations that made this experience truly memorable. The girl had a talent for fellatio and cunnilingus, and the obvious relish with which she practiced both simultaneously was a joy to behold-and be held by! It was great in other ways, too, of course. Joanna was the last one to forget that.
Missy's twat throbbed. Her ass was warm and rosy from the fucking it had received, but her pussy was jealous and sending twinges all the way to Michelle's fevered brain by way of remonstration. The girl recognized the signals. Get something done about her ravenous pussy-or else.
She had never found out what "or else" was. She never resisted temptation long enough tol She lifted her head. "Hey, somebody," she said plaintively. "How about me? My cunt's getting lonely."
She instantly had the attention of her boyfriend and mother, since she had lifted her mouth from its labors to speak. Joanna ran her eyes over the nude form, drinking in the contours, the rich hues of coffee and cream. "Poor baby! I'll take care of you, doll," she said huskily. "Trot your sweet little love-lump over here and Mommy'll suck on it!" With a squeal of delight, Michelle obeyed her mother. She scooted over with her knees and quickly was astride Joanna's face. "Oh, Momma!" she cooed. "Eat me good!"
"You bet," her mother said from between her thighs. The woman's breath tickled lasciviously at her crotch. "But get back to work!" Then Joanna's green eyes misted over as she sighed from her heart. Her daughter had complied.
First the woman set about cleaning the come from Michelle's violated asshole. It was a pleasurable task, and she felt small tremors shiver through the girl's body in response. Her tongue circled the fisted anus, insinuated itself briefly, then slipped out after she had gleaned the last gobbet of tasty come from the girl's butt. Then her digit of taste made its way across the pink bridge of the perineum and dove into Missy's oozing well of passion.
Missy and Joanna were now in the time-honored 69 position, or an interesting variation of same, with Missy's torso twisted to compensate for her mother's unusual posture. Steve almost felt like an intruder on a family affair-were it not for the fact that his seven inches of manhood were happily included by the seventeen-year-old's oral acrobatics! He felt Joanna quivering like a taut bowstring, felt Missy step up the fervency of her eating even more. The tension was increasing in his loins like a coiled spring.
His fingers caressed Joanna's silky calf. In response Joanna began to move the raised leg around in the air. As it moved it distorted and changed the shape of the elastic sheath enclosing Steve's cock, sending a rush of electrifying sensation shooting into his belly. It was as though her edacious pussy had acquired a life of its own and was trying to milk his seed from his hairy little nut-sac.
It was too great a strain. He gasped and came.
Joanna groaned into Michelle's pussy and kept waving her leg in the air. Her cunt enfolded the boys prick, milking his erotic venom from the fleshy fang.
Steve hunched crazily into her, as if trying to stuff his whole body into Joanna's greedy manhole. It was unfeasible, but in the mind-shattering repletion of his lust he could not have cared less. All that mattered was to drill as deeply as he could into that prurient passion pit while he popped his nuts gloriously. Come jetted from his glans penis in what seemed to be a single protracted spurt as the jackhammer pumping jerks of his cock came too quickly to be distinguished from each other.
Ecstasy ruled his being. It rocketed out of his gonads and impacted in his brain, which fragmented into a billion brilliant splinters and coalesced into a miasmic red fog of pleasure. His cock was clutched in a velveteen fist, and he was content to hammer himself to death against the woman's cushioned pelvis as he spent his passion.
Long after his newly-replenished sperm had drained itself yet again he fucked into her fervidly. It was good, for Joanna followed him to the wonderland of climax in a matter of seconds. His never-ending screwing sent her to far realms of gold and kept her there for a scintillating succession of orgasms while she took her frenzy of ecstasy out on her daughter's willing, thankful cunt. All the while Michelle ate devoutly of Joanna's womanly fruit and the stem that sprang from it, revelling in the sudden tang of Steve's jism.
Her mother's face was shoved full into her bearded pubic mound. Another fantastic round of coming hadn't done much to sate Joanna's appetite for cunt. The auburn-haired beauty knew true contentment as she settled down to eat and be eaten.
CHAPTER NINE
Steve's cock went rapidly from its haughtily erect stage back to a limp hose. He tried to draw it clear of the tangle of straining, sweating nude bodies, and found that he had to wait while Missy carefully licked it clean a second time. It was a delightful experience, but not like the first time had been. It was more like getting scratched where it itches. He needed time to recuperate!
Reluctantly, Michelle let Steve's cock slip out of her oral embrace. In a matter of seconds she had forgotten it. She was too absorbed in the cheerful task of eating her mother out. While Joanna reciprocated just as cheerfully!
Off on the couch, forgotten, infinitely, achingly lonely, Susan sat and struggled with herself. Wave after wave of sexual excitement broke over her, flowing almost tangibly from the couples rolling on the floor. Her hands were clasped together, held between her knees. She was rocking back and forth, moaning softly to herself, conscious of the fact that her arms were rubbing over her pubic mound and sending thrills into her flat belly, and also that she was powerless to stop. She felt her identity slipping away as the demands of her pubescent body warred with her age-old restraint.
Her sister and her mother were happily engaged in diving into one another's muffs, oblivious to the rest of creation. Steve and Phil lay back in attitudes of repose, watching the scene with interest. Why did they have to do this to her? Why must they subject her to this? She couldn't bear to watch it any more. She had to escape. She had to ... have a cock! The thought sprang unbidden to her mind. She longed for, pined for, was dying for the feel of a cock. She let out a sob of despair. Was there nothing she could do?
Her father looked at her, concern in his deep blue eyes. He rose and crossed to her. Go away! she wanted to scream at him. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to strip off her clothes, expose her trembling thin body to his lustful gaze and that of everyone in the room. He wanted to take her, to violate her inner sanctum with that ugly, gross, repellent, gigantic, terrifyingly huge....
... delightful, delicious, utterly big and utterly irresistible cock! With a pang of self-loathing, she knew that she wanted nothing else, now or ever.
He came and sat down next to her. His bulk pushed the cushions down and she had to shrink away to keep from leaning against his hairy nude body. The act steeled her resistance. She was determined to fight the sinful emotions sweeping over her. Even if it killed her!
Phil looked at her, feeling her torment. He put a hand on her skinny shoulder. "Honey-" he began.
Something snapped inside the girl's head. With a feral snarl disfiguring her lips, she turned and sank her teeth into her father's hand.
With a howled curse, Phil snatched away the injured member. A horseshoe of red indentations burned on his hand, blood starting from several score of crushed and ruptured pores. The man's bearded face went totally blank, then clouded over with anger.
"Damn you, you little bitch!" he yelled. "You bit me!"
Susan shrank back, terrified as much by what she had done as by her father's wrath. She started to get up. Phil grabbed her by the arm, yanked her toward him savagely.
With a single mighty jerk he tore down her jeans. She stood quivering in her t-shirt and turquoise panties, the denim pants puddled around her calves. The man hooked a thumb into the elastic band of the panties and ripped them from Susan's body. Then he dragged the girl across his lap and delivered a stinging swat to her bare ass.
Susan let out a shriek and struggled desperately. The others sat and stared, shocked, not knowing what to do. Somehow, they realized they must not interfere.
The strains of the last few days all came out in a rain of stinging blows against the upturned bottom. Susan screamed again and again, her twisting and kicking futile in the face of his vast strength.
Phil grew hot and sweaty. Her efforts made him redouble the force of his spanking, until the hot and heavy blows stung his palms as much as they did the girl's fiery, enflamed flesh.
"Stop, Daddy! Stop!" Susan begged. "Oh please-stop!" Phil turned a deaf ear on the girl's cries, which continued to grow ever more frantic until they degenerated into hopeless, incoherent sobbing.
At last Phil wearied, his rage spent. "I lost my temper," he said to no one in particular. "I shouldn't do that." The girl moaned and wriggled against his crotch.
Suddenly he became aware of an unsettling fact. The girls' struggling had rubbed into his cock, stimulating it until it blossomed into a fully-fledged hard-on!
He sat still, trying to assimilate the fact that spanking his youngest daughter had given him a painful, throbbing erection. He was due for another surprise, though. For when once again he could make out the words through his daughter's weeping, they were: "Oh, Daddy, don't stop! Spank me-pleeeeaaaasssse spank me more!"
He looked around. The faces of the others mirrored his own shock. Tentatively, he swatted the now pink bottom. The girl's body undulated, and she cried out with unmistakable delight. He did it again, then again.
When Susan had buried her teeth in her father's hand, the self-loathing she felt immediately was infinitely greater than any she had felt after sex. She had hurt her father, the wonderful man who had raised her and done everything to insure her happiness, when he had reached out to help her! She was terribly frightened by her father's unwonted violence, and tried to escape when he pulled her over his knee.
But when the blows actually began to fall, she was suddenly glad that her father was spanking her. She deserved to be hurt, after all the misery she had caused her family, moping around and feeling sorry for herself, rejecting their overtures when they tried to comfort her. She deserved to be spanked. She needed to be spanked.
She wanted to be spanked!
The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. She never wanted her father to stop spanking her now. She wanted him to pound away at her ass until she couldn't sit down.
And then she wanted him to fuck her!
The transition was complete and irrevocable-and when it came, the shock of passage was subsumed in the wash of pain from her flogged buttocks. But she was different-suddenly, inalterably-and deliciously!
Again her father let up beating her rump. He was panting from exertion, and from the lust which now raged like wildfire in his loins. Into the pregnant pause, the half-naked girl blurted, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me now!"
Phil sat as though petrified. "Do you know what you're saying?" he asked carefully. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Oh yes!" she squealed. "Take me. Fuck meeeeeeee!"
She twisted, sat up in his lap. They kissed. For the first time ever, Phil's tongue entered the soft secret cavern of the blond girl's mouth. Her timid tongue hung back, then, as if remembering the tricks she had learned from her mother and Michelle, came out of hiding and touched her father's oral organ.
It was like closing a circuit. Erotic electricity flowed through both their systems, lighting up their faces with new-found desire. Emboldened, Susan twined her tongue around her father's.
A hairy hand slid down her slim side to her lap. A finger dabbed at her forested pubic mound, eliciting a hearty murmur of pleasure from the girl. In spite of her mouthful of tongue, the girl nodded emphatically. Do it! she commanded with a peremptory shake of head. Phil started rubbing the swell of flesh, feeling her pubic hair crinkly and damp beneath his palm. One digit stretched out, caressed her pussy lips.
Susan parted her thighs. Her body was overwhelmed by numberless different sensations-new sensations. The feeling of freedom, of loosening the bonds that had held her in the past, of delicious abandon. Before when she had had sex she had always been thrown into the act like an unwilling participant, forced into degrading deeds by the dictates of her body. Now she knew how to appreciate the needs and wants of her young body-and the pleasure to be had by satisfying them! She wanted her father now, as she had never wanted anyone before. Quite literally-she had never openly, actually, and with full control of her senses lusted after anybody. She wanted her father to plug the empty, gaping hole in her cunt with that mammoth cock-and she wanted him inside her with her heart and soul as well as with her aching quim.
Haltingly, the adolescent reached out and touched her father s protruding cock. It bobbed slightly, then came back erect. Susan stroked it, petting its fiery head as if it were a small pet animal. Her father groaned, slipped a finger into her liquidy vaginal well.
Phil's finger went in to the knuckle in a sensual swamp. The spanking had set the girl to juicing for all she was worth. It seemed her cunt was boiling over with the oils of her lust. He fingerfucked her cautiously at first, then picked up the tempo as she began jacking him off, inexpertly but oh, so effectively.
Their mouths were pressed together, their tongues unabashedly slipping and sliding and encircling each other. Phil reached out and cupped a bite-sized tit with his free hand; Susan closed her free hand over it and squeezed, crushing his hand into her breast. Her erect nipple poked demandingly into his palm.
Joanna and Michelle looked at each other. Emerald eyes met glittering sapphire ones, and as if by mutual consent Joanna rolled onto her back while Michelle returned to her position astride the older woman's face. The two picked up where they had left off. This was an occasion to celebrate-and they were doing it! Steve was content to just sit and watch. He was temporarily hors de combat-but he could tell that his own powerful libido would not let him remain idle for long.
Phillip Lanford and his youngest daughter had eyes only for one another. Susan was wondering if this was what she had always wanted-had she always lusted after her father? The thought bothered her, but not the way it would have an horn-earlier. Now she was unhappy that she hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity to make it with her male parent sooner. Oh, the things she had missed!
She wanted to fuck. But first she wanted to get naked. She let go of the hawser-thick prick and pulled her shirt off over her sunshine-haired head With a quick motion she unsnapped her bra and sat revealed completely to the man's appreciative gaze.
Her budding breasts were not large, but they were high and firm and jutted proudly from her chest. They were topped by two huge roseate nipples, which right now were stiff and swollen and pointing straight at her father's face. He touched one nipple with his forefinger, pressing it like a button back into her tit. The cushiony flesh gave, and pleasure lanced into Susan's rib cage. "Oooooh!" she exclaimed, and threw herself on her father.
Phil thought he had an armful of wildcat. The teenager was struggling and fighting and making animal sounds, clawing at his body as she bore him onto his back. Abruptly, Phil realized what was happening. He was being raped-by his own virginal daughter!
Phil Langford was not about to resist. The girl grabbed a double handful of beard and planted a strong, passionate kiss on his lips. Her tongue arrowed into his mouth, drinking deeply of his saliva. Again the oral snakes met and coiled together in the dank oral recesses.
Desire was a raging flame in Susan's loins. Her father's iron hard cock was poking into her buttocks from behind-it felt good, but at the moment she needed him rammed up her pussy. She slid her lips away from his, ran her tongue through the dense jungle of his beard. The hairy mat of his chest abraded her nipples thrillingly. Her bottom pushed his cock to the vertical, and his hips started an unconscious rhythmic motion. The upper surface of his prick rubbing along her crack between the twin mounds of warmth that were her well-spanked buttocks, making her squirm with the urgency of her desire.
Susan got to her knees. It wasn't far enough; she had to get a purchase with her bare feet on the couch and lift her body to straddle the towering spire of manmeat.
"You sure this is the way you want to do it?" her father asked solicitously. "Be careful, you've still got your cherry, don't you?"
The girl nodded. "I know," she murmured. She was obviously planning on doing something to remedy that very state of affairs!
It took a bit of maneuvering for the inexperienced young female to wangle the wedge-shaped tip of Phil's cock into the lips of her pussy. The prick felt absolutely enormous as it dipped into her sex-furrow. Susan bit her lip, closed her cornflower eyes, and descended.
The great cock, surprisingly, slid smoothly in, until the prodigious glans was swallowed up.
Then it stopped, and Susan winced as it fetched up painfully against her hymen. Although she had had her cunt eaten on two occasions and her ass screwed once into the bargain, she was still technically a virgin. Now she had to pay the physical cost of her enjoyment. Her father was about ready to call off the entire project, unwilling to have pleasure at the expense of causing his daughter pain. But the girl was determined; she gritted her teeth and bore down inexorably.
Susan's maidenhead resisted, then stretched. Phil felt a pop, and Susan gasped and clutched at his broad, hairy chest. Her hips slid down to enfold his penis, and fluid trickled down into his crotch. He had broken through his daughter's ultimate barrier.
Pain shot through and through Susan's body. But rather than snapping her out of her haze of lascivious excitement, it whipped her to a fever pitch of desire.
Flopping like a seal, inexpertly, not knowing whether the monstrous expanding of her untried vaginal tissues felt good or not, Susan fucked herself furiously on her father's rampant masculinity. Phil's cock filled her up and threatened to rip her apart-how could he be so big? The tip of his weapon stabbed into her cervix. She now knew what it was like to be utterly filled with manmeat.
Phil was fighting off a premature orgasm. He had forgotten what a virgin pussy was like-but he was being reminded in the most forceful manner conceivable. It seemed that-rather than her elastic sheath stretching to accommodate his girth her impossibly tight vagina compressed his tool to fit. It wasn't possible-but it was happening!
The girl had as yet no control over her cuntal muscles. But at this stage that would have been gilding the lily. The snugness of the fit was making Phil gnash his teeth and hold his breath with the effort it took to keep from blowing this lovely chick through the ceiling with his wad. Two orgasms should have sapped his prowess somewhat-but they hadn't. He was as randy and ready as a twenty-year-old, and like a twenty-year-old was about to come off after only just getting into her cunt.
He didn't have to hold himself in for long. Susan's passions had been building up all night. And, indirectly, all her life. The last vestiges of her prudery were being shed like a cocoon, dropping from her shoulders like a tangible weight. Her loins were ablaze with passion, a passion she knew could only be temporarily sated by the monumental invader within her churning belly. Susan was a Langford; for the first time in her life Susan realized what that meant. She was blessed with a sexual appetite and capacity that most people would consider extraordinary. Sometime, perhaps in her early childhood, some trauma had channeled her vast sexual energy into rock-bound repression. Now she had broken free, and her lust flowed freely down its true and proper course.
All she wanted to do now was to come gloriously. And after not more than two dozen strokes of her father's stout cane she got her fondest wish. She seemed to leave her body, to float above it on a cloud of ecstasy while observing all that went on below. As though she were a detached witness, she noted how her slim body was beginning to flop about like a fish out of water, how her breath was sobbing and ragged, how her mouth was open in a long, soundless scream of passion fulfilled. Her cheek pressed into her father's muscular, furry chest. Then her cunt gave a warning twinge, and she was precipitated back to reality. The reality of a gargantuan, delicious log of prick, throbbing and jerking with barely repressed lust as she impaled herself on it with metronomic mania.
Susan came. It was beautiful. It was indescribable. It was all the pleasures she had denied herself in her short existence, rolled into one furious detonation of her every sense. The climax roared out of her churning loins like a diesel locomotive, mashed her flat and crashed into her medulla with a deafening report. Light and color and sound exploded in her skull; she was aware of her father moaning and twitching as he pumped his seed into her slobbering sex, unable to restrain himself any longer. A cry ripped from her throat, loud and ululating as an air-raid siren: "AAAAAAAAAiiiiiiieeeeeyyyyuuuuuuunnnngggggGGGGHHHH!"
Their mutual orgasm held them in an iron grip for a crystal eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it had picked them up, it dropped them back to earth and fled to its mystic realm. Susan and Phil clung to each other, exhausted, not daring to believe. The cold depression, the inevitable surge of self-hatred that had followed her previous climaxes did not seize the fifteen-year-old this time!
Instead, the mellowness of afterglow suffused her being.
She lifted her golden head to look adoringly into her father's eyes. "Dad," she whispered, "it was wonderful!"
CHAPTER TEN
The big BMW purred low and resonantly like a huge metal cat. Charles Langford hunched low over the handlebars, making the massive machine fly through the peaceful suburban streets. He was almost home!
Goggles obscured his clear green eyes, his deep reddish brown hair streamed freely in the wind. The thick leather protective jacket he wore, a compact bundle of clothes and necessary personal items stashed behind the saddle, were all the belongings he had brought with him back from college. His other possessions were in storage back East. It was a long hard ride from the Coast, and he had wanted to travel light.
He had been on the road for several days, stopping late at night to catch a few hours' sleep in dingy hotel rooms. And now he was almost home! Home at last, after nine months at school. He'd missed them all-Phil, Joanna, Missy, his baby sister Susan-the poor kid. When he had talked to Joanna just before leaving school she had said that Suzy was having some kind of emotional upheaval. The youth had a suspicion it had some thing to do with the adolescent's disapproval of her family's swinging lifestyle.
Ah, well. He'd see how Suzy was soon enough. And he was not averse to intramural swinging ... his crotch tightened as the throbbing of the mighty 1250 cc. engine pulsed up through his sinewy thighs. He had missed his clan in more ways than one. He bent lower, spurred the bike faster.
And then there he was. His white house, three down from the shrub-lined comer. He heeled over on his left side and ran the bike up into the driveway, brought it to a screeching halt. Charles kicked down the stand, undid his pack and slung it over his shoulders, and fairly ran across the lawn and up onto the porch.
The door swung open when he rang the bell, and there was Michelle, her brilliant eyes alive with genuine joy at seeing her brother again. Sisterly affection glowed on her beautiful features, but there was nothing in the least sisterly about the long, lingering, soul kiss that passed between the pair. "Wow!" exclaimed Charles when he reluctantly pulled back. "You've learned some things in the past year, Sis!"
Missy's eye sparkled mischievously. "You'd best believe it," she advised in her most seductive tones. "And if I can get you upstairs before Mom gets her hooks into you, I'll-"
"Hey, none of that! It's share and share alike in this family-remember?" The tall, familiar form of his mother stepped forward with the grace of a gazelle. Again an avid feminine tongue sought Charles' digit of taste in a loving oral embrace.
"Well," she said, stepping back to let her eyes rove admiringly over his lean, husky form. "How did that compare to what you got from that brazen redheaded hussy?"
"Redhead!" cried Missy, blood in her eyes. Her mother and brother ignored her.
Charles was at a loss for words. Here were two incredibly foxy, incredibly horny women demanding that he make a judgment as to which one was the better. Charles knew more attractive ways of committing suicide. "We-ell," he said, fingering his chin as if lost in contemplation, "I'd have to say that-I don't have sufficient data on which to base any conclusions."
"You'll get it!" the women said in chorus. And the sultry looks they gave him promised that he would!
"Hello son!" came the familiar booming baritone of his father. Phil Langford had put on a little weight, and a touch of grey frosted his temples, but otherwise he was just as his son remembered him. And his grip was just as crushing as ever.
Charles tried not to wave his mangled hand in the air as he greeted his father. "You're looking great, Dad-getting a little paunchy, though, aren't you?"
"Oh?" said Phil good-naturedly. "And I suppose you think you're the better man now that your poor father has gotten old and grey and decrepit?"
Charles ran a surreptitious glance over his father's brawny frame. The older man, in spite of his essentially sedentary occupation, had the physique of a weightlifter, and a good fifty pounds on his single son. And most of it was muscle. Charles grinned. "I know better than that, Dad," he laughed. Phil slapped him on his leather-clad shoulders.
"Come in," he said. "Make yourself at home. Why don't you just run your things upstairs to your room and then have a sit and tell us about your adventures in the Big City? Sound good?"
"Sure," Charles agreed. "But where's Suzy? I haven't said hello to her yet."
His father looked vague. "Oh, I imagine you'll see her later. Now, why don't you take your bag up to your bedroom so you can rest your bones. I bet you've had a long trip."
Charles nodded and started up the stairs. He was worried a little about his baby sister's conspicuous absence. Was something wrong? The rest of his family didn't seem too eager to volunteer any information if there was. "Hurry back," Michelle advised as he bounded up the stairs.
He didn't see the secret look that passed between the three when he was out of sight. A knowing grin crossed Phil's hirsute features, and he flashed a high sign to his wife and daughter. Things were going according to plan!
If Charles had been made uneasy by his parents' apparent evasiveness about his youngest sister, he had completely failed to note their unusual eagerness to cut short the warm homecoming and shoo him up to his room. He found the familiar door, noticing wryly that his Blue Oyster Cult poster had disappeared from its place of honor. Missy never had liked it. She probably wasn't thrilled about being moved back in with Susan, either. Smiling wryly to himself, Charles turned the knob and swung the door open.
For the second time since his arrival home, Charles Langford was struck speechless. He now knew what had become of his young, prudish baby sister. She lay facing away from him on the bed, her slender body clad only in an impossibly sheer black negligee. The garment had ridden up in back, to expose two creamy slices of tender assflesh.
This was his puritanical kid sister? Surely there was some mistake. Even as his balls bounced in their sac and began a hammer-song of pounding desire, he started to back out of the bedroom. "Ooops! Sorry, Susan. I just walked-"
The girl rolled over to pin him in the merciless beam of two sapphire searchlights. "Where are you going?" she demanded. "Aren't you even going to say hello?"
Charles tried. He had lost his voice.
The blonde lay back on a curved elbow. She was twisting at the waist so that her barely covered ass still smiled at him from under her nightgown. Her shoulders were pulled back so that her proud young breasts thrust themselves outward from her sloping sternum. Her nipples were plainly visible through the filmy black fabric, poking almost through her garment in their excitement.
Charles stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Immediately a look of horror crossed the girl's pouting features. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "It's an evil biker, all dressed up in leather!" She looked at him wildly and wiggled her ass around on the bedclothes. The hem rode up still further.
Charles was beginning to understand what game was being played. He could barely recognize her. Her figure had filled out, so that what had been planes and angles when he had left were all smooth padded swellings and rounded contours beneath her scanty garb. Her body had not finished developing, of course, but at some time in the past nine months she had made the magical transition from puberty to young-womanhood. But where did she learn to use makeup like that? Her big blue eyes were outlined with dark lines till they were huge melting orbs that burned straight down into his soul. Her lips were painted brilliant ruby red, and her cheeks had been subtly rouged to bring of the best of her pale, aristocratic color.
But come to think of it, since when did Suzy act like that? She certainly wasn't the gawky, puritanical adolescent she had been!
But his was not to question why-not when a blatant, irresistible sexual invitation was involved-from his own super sexy youngest sister!
Squaring his shoulders menacingly, the young man advanced on the reclining female. She gasped again and writhed helplessly. "Oh no!" she moaned. "I know what you're going to do now! You're going to grab me and take me over your knee, and then you're going to spank me till I can't stand up!"
Aha! thought Charles. Aloud, he said, "That's right, bitch. Just keep still and take what's coming to you, see?" He used his best gruff Humphrey Bogart imitation, and was gratified by the effect it had.
"Keep away from me!" said Susan, sitting up at last and backing away from him across the rumpled bedspread. "You won't be satisfied with just spanking my poor, defenseless young bottom. Oh no. Then you'll unzip your pants, pull out that enormous cock of yours, and rape me with it! Don't get any closer! I'll scream!"
"Don't you dare!" growled her brother. "One peep out of you and I'll make you wish you'd never been born!" Leaning across the bed, he reached out for her. "C'mere, and I'll-"
He never got to say what he'd do. Susan glared at him, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out the most piercing scream Charles had ever heard. He lunged for her, reflexively throwing out his hand to stifle her outcry. My Christ, he thought frantically, what'll my folks think?
Downstairs the rest of the Langford clan was assembled, waiting breathlessly for some sign of the success or failure of their scheme. They had put a lot of time and effort into preparing this surprise for Charles' homecoming.
Then Susan's cry rang out, loud and long and remarkably strong. The rafters seemed to shake with her wail, which stopped abruptly as if cut off. There was a moment of silence, and then a muffled curse followed by a plainly audible slap! of skin against skin.
The Langfords smiled heartily. Phil stepped to the bar, brought out glasses and a decanter.
"Brandy, anyone?" he asked. "This calls for a celebration!"
Upstairs in the bedroom Charles was sucking ruefully on his cruelly-bitten thumb. "Damn you!" he gritted.
"You brute!" sobbed Susan, rubbed her swatted hip.
"I'll brute you!" Charles exclaimed feelingly. He grabbed the slinky female and struggled to get her over his knees. He was genuinely mad-that bite had hurt!
"You monster!" Susan said emphatically. "You're going to whip me! You're going to beat my ass raw with your gloves!"
Charles' hand stopped halfway along the arc it was tracing to intersect her snowy, bare buttocks. Her nightie was pulled all the way up to her hipbone, now, and the girl's ass smiled cheekily right up at him. "Gloves?" he asked curiously, forgetting both his anger and his play-acting.
"Yes," the girl said. "Those ugly, nasty black leather gloves in your hip pocket! Oh, please don't!" Her plea did not ring quite true in spite of the fervor with which she uttered it.
The youth stopped himself from saying it was a good suggestion. He had to admit she was doing a masterful job of letting him know just what she wanted without destroying her fantasy of rape at the hands of a brutal, black-leather-clad hoodlum. Besides, he was getting off on this charade as much as Susan was!
Quickly Charles snatched his riding gloves from his jeans pocket. They were expensive ones, made from fine black-dyed pigskin, as thin and pliable as his own hide. He realized why Susan was so specific about them-they would sting and bite her tender flesh like the lashes of a whip!
Snap! The gloves smacked home across her buttocks. Susan jerked into the air, jackknifing across Charles' thighs. A shriek escaped her lungs, heartfelt as searing agony lanced into her buttocks. She hadn't imagined it would be like this! Those gloves slapping brutally into her snowy demi-globes hurt infinitely worse than her brother's hand.
Again the leather-covered arm raised and shot down with savage force. A sharp report cracked through the air, and a broad scarlet band appeared on the bare ass, running athwart the thin line of her tightly compressed buttocks. Another blow, and another, and yet another, raining down in quick and agonizing succession. Susan had yelled herself hoarse, and was writhing and sobbing like one gone insane.
Hot red weals appeared where the gloves slashed at the tender assflesh. The marks of the whipping were raised and puffy against the perfect, smooth pelt of the girl's body, and her taut mounds looked as if a lunatic had been at them with a paintbrush and a can of red paint.
Susan was possessed by a raging demon of ecstasy. Her butt hurt-but it hurt so good! Her brother's arm was tireless in its pounding, brutal assault. Pain wreathed her hips, flowing out from her tortured bottom to envelop her whole body-her whole being! She was wrapped in a flame-shot crimson cloud of exquisite, delicious agony! She never wanted this spanking to stop!
Her brother didn't either. He was amazed at the way he was getting turned on by whipping his sister unmercifully. His giant cock was straining against the fly of his jeans as if to tear through the thick denim and bury itself in the girl's belly where it pressed against his crotch. His need had been building up over days of mindless travelling on the hard, hot road. In spite of the rousing send-off his room ate Jacqui-a buxom, beautiful black girl from Detroit's inner city-had given him, he had grown incredibly horny over the past several days.
And now he was driving himself to an erotic frenzy by slashing madly at his baby sister's mountains. How she had changed! He realized that if he didn't get his cock out of his pants and into the girl in damn quick order, he was going to come in his underwear. And that would be a damned shameful waste of good, wholesome come!
Charles stopped his attack. Susan sobbed and started to lift her head. She was going to protest this inexcusable neglect of her needy ass!
Her words died in her throat. Charles had slipped the gloves on over his hands. One leather-clad finger drilled between the clenched globes of her rump, probing ruthlessly for her anus. The glove permitted Charles enough sensitivity that he could tell when he had found the depression of his sister's poop chute. Brutally, he thrust his finger into the unspeakably delicate nether portal to Susan's body.
Susan shot into the air, driving the finger in even farther. Charles felt incredible tightness enclosing his finger as he shoved it in deeper, ever deeper, until the knuckles of his fist were digging into her enflamed ass. Susan was trapped, pinned against her brother's crotch like a butterfly on a collector's tray!
Charles could tell the girl was grooving on the feel of his gloved finger invading her bowels. With his other hand he groped lower between the still-pressed cheeks, looking for the forested glory of her pubic mound. He couldn't quite feel her coarse, bristly hair, but he found the mouth of her cunt readily. He should have-it was gaping open in unashamed invitation!
The youth's finger had a peculiar feel to it, alien and utterly delicious, as it slid into her vagina. Her membranous cuntal walls rippled inward to catch and hold the digit. Charles unfolded his fingers and thrust them up his sister's pussy-all of them.
Pleasure threatened to overcome the girl completely. In the back of her mind was the dim consciousness of how long she had lusted after her brother-suppressed, of course, by her long-standing shell of chastity. That shell was broken, now, and she was making up feverishly for lost time.
Charles withdrew his gauntletted hand from the brimming twat. He brought the hand to his lips, sniffed at it, licked it. It was redolent of the pungent, tangy taste of quim! The black leather was shiny with the oils of Susan's lusting cunt.
"Seems ready," the youth commented. "All right, bitch. You've had your fun!" He flung her onto the bed, away from him. "Now," he commanded sternly. "Give head. And make it good!"
Eager hands fumbled at his fly. The pants came open and one hand dived into his underwear. It came up bearing a rigid, flaming firebrand of cock! Charles lay back and sighed when the girl's fervent lips circled about his penis.
Susan almost fainted in admiration. Why, her brother was at least as big as Phil! She had been afraid she would be spoiled by Phil's thick eight inches, and that she would have a hard time finding a partner who could really please her. It would be an irony, to go from one extreme to another in her sexual attitudes and still not be able to achieve sexual gratification. But she patently had nothing to worry about!
Charles' prick felt big around as a tree trunk going into her mouth. The orally entrapped organ was throbbing with a million volts of sheer unmitigated lust, and she was greedily plugging it into her facial socket. Her cheeks caved in and seemed to meet the sides of Charles' cock as she sucked in excruciatingly.
Charles thought the top of his head would come off from utter pleasure. Susan's tongue was like a winged snake twisting sinuously around his cable-thick caduceus, cajoling the mighty prong to give up its glorious white yield. The feeling was like fucking into a vacuum cleaner and a dishwasher rolled into one!
Frantically, Charles fucked his sister's face. She tried to draw back to keep from gagging, but his gloved hands locked in her hair, dragging her onto the impaling spike. Oh, how he longed to blow forth his wad, up into that lovely, greedy receptacle. But, wouldn't he rather save his energy and come off in Suzy's cunt? He needed desperately to feel his sibling's cuntal mouth worshipping his prong as devoutly as her oral one.
He tried to pull out. Susan closed her teeth around his cock. Hard little blades flayed the massive member. Charles bugged out his eyes and tried desperately to escape before it was too late.
The blond-headed nymphet stuck a finger up his ass and blew with all her might.
It was like blowing Joshua's Trumpet at Jericho. Her brother's walls came tumbling down. He yelled involuntarily and shot a foaming torrent of jism far into the deepest recesses of the girl's throat. Hammer blows slammed into his crotch as his cock jerked and spat. His head reeled from the awful, repeated impacts. He was getting punch-drunk. He was going mad. He was coming!
Susan never paused in her avid sucking and licking until the enormous prod had given one final, titanic throb and subsided. Then, following the lessons she had learned from her mother and Michelle, she carefully cleaned the weapon of every last droplet of the salty-sweet goodness. At last satisfied that, if not polished, Charles' penis was suitably laundered by her tongue, the girl lifted her radiant head.
Her morning-glory orbs widened in amazement. A look of delight crossed her features. Charles' cock wasn't deflating! There it stood, stiff as a steel rod, looming over the youth's hairy groin. "Jesus!" breathed the girl, reverently.
"You did well, bitch-for an amateur," said Charles weakly, trying to slip back into his role. "I'll reward you later!"
Susan looked indignant. She rose from her feast and flopped onto her back. The mattress jounced them both. "Bullshit," she firmly declared.
"What?" asked Charles, dazedly.
The girl surprised him by lifting her slender legs in the air, exposing the full glory of her dripping pink sex slit to his still lustful gaze. "You're supposed to be raping me," she reminded with a wiggle of her ass. "Get to it!"
The powerful youth was taken aback at the girl's wolfish sexual appetite. He started to peel off his jacket-he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like this, startled or no.
"Wait!" cried Susan. He stared at her. "You can't do that-I mean, oh, I thought you horrible bikers never did anything without your leathers on!"
Charles said, "Oh." So little Suzy wanted a little taste of leather, eh? Well, even though he had just pumped that hot little face full of come, he was already horny enough to tear his leather jerkin' off, as the old joke ran.
Robin Hood never had it so good. Quickly he divested himself of his pants, and then launched his half-naked body across hers. She gave a little shriek of ecstasy, cut off when his lips crushed into hers, his tongue driving in to reap the rich white reward of his come. Susan's tongue fought valiantly for it, and the two oral members strove and strained for endless hours.
The tumescent prick poked into Susan's perineum. Charles could feel need pulsing from Susan's every pore. She was moving constantly below his weight, revelling in the feel of his slick leather jacket on her nude body. He braced his arms under him and lifted. The cock slid agonizingly up the membranous divider in Suzy's rump and then slipped effortlessly into her carnal well of brewing passion.
The girl panted into his mouth and wrapped her thighs around his trim leather-clad waist. Strong legs pulled her pelvis into his, forcing his prong into her cunt as far as it would go. And it was a long, long way!
Susan Langford was delirious with sexual pleasure. Her twat was filled magnificently by the Brobdingnagian prod that pumped furiously into her manhole with short, powerful strokes. Her mouth was crammed full of her elder brother's tongue, while he taught her things about kissing she had never conceived of. And above it all, there was the incredibly erotic feel of leather! Her nipples scored the pliant material as they thrilled to its sensation. They were like tiny fingers caressing Charles' broad chest, and he could feel their hardness and urgency even through the jacket and the shirt beneath it.
His gloved hands were wrapped around the slender shoulders, crushing the wanton young wench to him. How tight she was! How hot her elastic loves heath felt around his prong. He wanted to take her, to pound into her again and again till another orgasm blew off the conical, enflamed red head of his pillar of passion. He fucked into her in a frenzy of blind lust, while at every thrust she tightened the grip of her wiry thighs to pull him ever deeper into her tunnel of lewd love.
Excitement mounted in his sweat-and cunt juice-soaked loins. Obscene slurping noises came from the region of their interlocked pubes. Charles was rushing headlong to the edge of another orgasmic abyss!
He locked his gloved bands under her churning buttocks. The delightful new sensation made Susan squeal around her succulent mouthful of tongue.
For what seemed an eternity they strove together like this. Brother and sister, they were bound together by an unbreakable bond of flesh, literally and figuratively. With a total, mindless abandon possible only to those with youth and boundless erotic energy, they fucked.
Sensory delights swamped Susan's being. The sound of their screwing, the heavy breathing of her brother feathering over her soft cheek; the smell of leather and oil and her own gushing cunt sauce; the feel of the slimy second skin of leather, of nipples like two tasty cherries scraping over the thick material, of an untiring oral member rolling over and around hers, of that overwhelming prick arrowing down her pipeline of pleasure to rebound from the elastic walls of her cervix-all these threatened to drown the girl in a torrent of carnal bliss.
And all at once, it happened. A climax yanked Susan's cunt into a strangling noose around her brother's cock. He responded by letting loose a boiling stream of his come. It filled her lust tubes and seeped into her belly, searing her nerves like erotic acid. Delight seized her and her brother, shaking them the way a terrier shakes a rat. The orgasm that took hold of them both was like the hand of some god of carnal pleasure enfolding them in his infinite grip while they grunted and groaned and bucked and spent their lust. Hand in hand, cock in cunt, they travelled to heaven and back again.
For a long time they lay, Charles' weight pressing Susan's slight body comfortingly into the bedspread. At last he sighed happily and rolled off. "You've changed," he said to her upturned face.
The girl turned her head. "Yes, I have," she said. "And I've never been happier before in my life." Charles reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. He noticed that he was still wearing his gloves, and the pair broke into gales of laughter.
After a while they quieted down. Susan snuggled against Charles' muscular torso. "Welcome home, you big bad rapist," she purred. "Let's do it again."
