In many cases today's family is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between people rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-- and often deviant--purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
THE FAMILY SUCK-FEST is the story of one middle-class family, outwardly normal, that discovers an eagerness to satisfy lustful cravings. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our s times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Miller was lying on the grassy lawn behind the local high school. There was a school dance going on, and the music drifted out to her. Donna had been at the dance but now she and her date, Ricky Jones, had come outside for some fresh air--and a bit of snuggling that was starting to get out of hand.
Donna's white gown was unbuttoned at the bodice and the hem was pulled high up her thighs.
Ricky was leaning over her, sucking on one fat tit and working his hands in her groin.
Donna was a lovely, nubile blonde girl with great tits and a delightful ass, Ricky was the captain of the football team, and the dark-haired youth was a very popular guy. He was two years older than Donna.
Donna had been proud when he had asked her to the school dance.
Now she was getting hot.
Donna loved to get felt up and have her tits sucked, but she was still a virgin and she didn't want to become so randy that she let Ricky go too far.
She was keeping her legs firmly together.
Ricky had his palm cupped on her blonde cunt-bush and his fingers were working down into her groin, rubbing her cunt through her wet bikini panties.
She trembled when the tips of his fingers brushed over her swollen clit, but resolved not to let the handsome boy go any further.
He raised his lean-jawed face from her tits, looking exasperated and annoyed.
"C'mon--spread your legs, baby!" he s rasped.
"I--I'm cherry, Ricky," she protested feebly.
"Yeah? Good! I like to bust cherries," he grunted, and resumed his groin groping.
Donna was afraid she might get carried away if she let him continue that way.
Then she had a better idea. If she could cream off on his probing fingers, she would cool down a bit and be more able to resist his advances.
She began to grind her ass about and pump her hips in a screwing motion. She guessed she was liable to get grass stains on her white dress, but it didn't seem to be awfully important, in the heat of the moment.
Encouraged by her movements, Ricky dove on a plump tit and nursed again, sucking the swollen pink nipple into his lips as his hand worked in her crotch.
"C'mon! Open your legs, kid," he mumbled, the words muffled on tit-meat.
But Donna managed to get her rocks off with her thighs still firmly closed together, rubbing her taut clit against his fingers as he groped in.
"Damn it! You gonna open up or not?" he snarled, getting exasperated and frustrated by the young girl.
She obviously wanted it, yet she was being difficult.
Was she just playing hard to get?
Or was the bitch that sort of abomination known as a cock-teaser, the bane of a horny guy's life?
Her pussy was so hot and wet that he thought her tight bikini panties were going to melt. He supposed that was a promising sign.
But it was just the opposite.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed.
He gazed up from her tits and saw that the girl was smiling dreamily.
"You made me cream," she purred.
Ricky was furious.
The finger-fucking had been intended as only foreplay, getting her ready for his cock, not an end in itself. His frustration was raging.
Donna didn't want to offend him. He was a foxy guy, and she hoped he would ask her out again.
"I'll jerk you off, Ricky," she offered.
But for some reason that only made the virile young man more annoyed with her.
"What you think I am, some nerd?" he rasped. "Hand-jobs are for kids."
Donna was surprised.
No guy had ever taken that attitude with her before. She loved to jack cocks off, and every guy she had done it for had seemed to really enjoy it.
But Ricky was older and more worldly. In fact, he would have loved to have the sexy blonde jack him off, but he wouldn't admit to it. He thought it would ruin his image of macho sophistication.
Instead, he decided to debase the girl to get even for the frustration she was causing him.
Ricky grasped her roughly by the shoulder and pushed Donna down on the lawn. Holding her there, he opened his fly with his other hand. He hauled his cock and balls out.
The youth had a large prick and big balls, and Donna gazed at his equipment. Since he had produced his prick, the girl naturally assumed that he was going to let her jack him off.
But Ricky wrapped his own hand around his cock-shaft, tugging back and skinning the cock- knob out in a bulging slab of purple cock-meat.
n Donna breathed in, inhaling the aroma of hot cock-meat. It made her mouth water. Her eyes were focused on his cock-knob, and she saw a thick, creamy glob of clear pre-cum ooze from his piss-hole.
Donna would have gladly sucked his prick and swallowed his cum-load. She was a virgin, it was true, but she had taken it in the mouth a few times--and adored it.
But Ricky didn't know that.
Ricky assumed that a girl who didn't fuck was a prude, and it didn't dawn on him that Donna would be willing to let him face-fuck her.
He began to beat his own meat.
"Bitch! Cock-teaser!" he growled.
"I--I'll!" she stammered. Her mouth was open and that seemed invitation enough to her.
But Ricky figured she was registering shock and dismay, not cock-hunger.
And Donna was much too shy to come right out and say that she would suck him off.
It was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
He pumped his fist up and down on his prick as he knelt over her, aiming the cock-head at her tits. As he frigged up, his foreskin rolled like a fleshy carpet over the slab of his cock-head. And as he jacked back, he was making that big cock-knob flare out and throb savagely.
He grimaced and glared, his eyes narrowed to slits and his lips drawn back from his teeth. His fist hissed up and down his prick. His cock- head was flushed an angry red and drops of pre- cum fell on her tits, thick and greasy as spilled wax from a candle.
Donna was really drooling for that cock-juice. She even inclined her head, lifting her face toward his prick and parting her lips wider.
But then it was too late.
Ricky grunted and his climax hit.
The jism came rushing up through the core of his cock-shaft and spurted onto Donna's tits. He hosed her tit-mounds and soaked her cleavage and slathered her nipples. She stared at his cum-squirting cock in fascination.
"Take it, cock-teaser!" he snarled. "Scum- bucket... spunk-rag... soak it up, bitch!"
His hips jerked sideways and he pumped a foaming spurt of cum right into her face. Cum spilled over her trembling chin and ran back along her cheeks. Gooey globs were matting her silken blonde tresses.
Ricky came a lot.
What a shame he wasted it, Donna thought.
He finished off, grunting. His formidable fucker began to sag, turning rubbery. He twisted his wrist and snapped his cock like a whip, spraying out the last drops of cum into Donna's upturned face.
Then he squatted back and began to stuff his softening cock-meat back into his pants.
Donna gazed at him in dismay. He obviously figured that he had taught her a lesson and defiled her by creaming all over her face and tits.
But Donna didn't feel that way at all.
She felt horny as hell again, aroused from watching him jack off. She gazed at him meaningfully, trying to show how willing she was to fool around.
But with his balls drained, he had lost interest.
He zipped his pants up and got up, brushing grass from his knees. Then, shooting her a dark scowl, he turned and walked back to the school building.
Donna was distraught. How silly she had been, not to offer him a blowjob! Maybe it was time that she lost her damned cherry, for that matter.
She slid her tongue across her lips, tasting the cock-cream he had squirted on her mouth. It was yummy. She scooped some cum up from her tits and held her hand under her chin, lapping the goo from her cupped palm like a hungry kitten slurping at a saucer of cream.
Ricky's jism was delectable, even tasted from her own hand. Donna could just imagine what it would be like to drink a load of cum from his prick.
She got up and arranged her clothing and headed back to the dance, determined to make up with Ricky and to offer him a blow-job.
But it was too late...
CHAPTER TWO
When Donna walked back in to the dance, looking flushed and happy over her decision, she found Ricky dancing with Gloria Clemson. Gloria was older than Donna, and she had a reputation as a naughty girl.
Ricky and Gloria were grinding groins suggestively as they slow-danced together. It was a scandalous performance to put on at a school dance. Everyone was staring at them, and Donna blushed with shame. Ricky had been her date, after all, and this was very embarrassing.
When the music stopped, Ricky and Gloria left the dance floor, holding hands and whispering together.
Donna stood before them, mortified.
Ricky gave her a smug look--and walked right on past, leading Gloria from the dance.
Donna was hurt and angry, and she felt that everyone must be laughing at her.
Embarrassed, she turned and walked out.
She wasn't intentionally following the couple, but she went in the same direction, since that was the way out. And as she came from the school building, she was just in time to see Ricky and Gloria get in Ricky's car--the car in which he, as her date, had driven her to the dance.
It intensified her feelings, and jealousy and envy were added to frustration and anger and embarrassment.
Donna felt foolish, because it had been her own fault for playing hard to get.
She didn't consider herself a cock-teaser, to be sure, but she could see how a guy would misunderstand.
What were they going to do?
Driven by curiosity--and seething lust, too-- Donna moved across the parking lot and slipped up very quietly to the side of the car.
She peeked in, finding the front seat empty.
Then she saw that they were in the back seat.
And that Gloria's naughty reputation was certainly not unwarranted.
Gloria had obviously earned it.
Ricky already had her skirt up and her panties down and Gloria was sprawled out wantonly in the back seat, one knee hooked over the front seat and her meaty thighs spread wide apart. Her cunt was open and sodden.
Donna was torn by indecision.
One part of her mind told her to run away and not stay to witness her own debasement, and another part told her that it would be a real thrill to spy on them.
She stayed there as if rooted.
Ricky took his prick and balls out.
Gloria squealed with delight.
And Donna seethed with envy.
What was the point of being a virgin, when it was tramps like Gloria who had all the fucking fun?
Obviously Gloria wasn't a girl who needed any coaxing or preliminary loveplay.
Ricky knelt on the seat between her legs and slipped his cock right up her fuck-hole without any hesitation.
He hadn't even bothered to kiss her!
He rammed in balls-deep and held the full penetration for a moment. Then he began to fuck his cock in and out with fast, hard strokes.
Gloria met his fuck-thrusts exuberantly, pumping her hips, her ass churning wildly.
They were grinding together just like they had been on the dance floor, in fact--with the vital difference that now his prick was in her pussy.
Donna was fascinated and frustrated at the same time.
As she peeked at the fuckers, she was licking her cummy lips and her pussy was smoldering like a burning ember between her slim and shapely thighs.
She was hurt that her date was fucking another girl, but she was a lot more horny than hurt.
Ricky fucked away enthusiastically. Each time his big prick stuffed Gloria's pussy, cunt- juice was spraying out, lathering her groin and trickling down into the crack of her jerking ass.
Ricky's bloated balls swung in and slapped on Gloria's grinding ass like the clappers of a meaty bell. He hiked up and fucked in at an angle, running all of his long prick across her clit.
Gloria cried out, starting to cream.
She locked her legs around the youth's hips and rode him from below.
"Here it comes, baby!" Ricky gasped.
"Yeah--yeah! Jizz me, you stud!" the lewd date-stealer squealed in anticipation.
Ricky began to spurt his spunk into her wanton pussy as his balls blew and his prick sprayed her with a lavish load of hot, thick cum.
Donna whimpered with envy.
They fucked each other through the spasms, winding down slowly, draining off together.
Ricky pulled his prick out, grinning.
His cock swayed up and down, turned semistiff, the fat cock-knob dripping.
Gloria's cunt-slot stayed open wide, retaining the outline of Ricky's thick cock. Cunt-cum and jizz poured from her pussy in a creamy tide.
Ricky kissed her then, finally.
Then they began to get dressed.
Donna sneaked away.
She didn't want them to know that she had been spying on them. But she didn't leave the parking lot. She hid behind another car.
She supposed that they would go back to the dance, now that they had finished fucking. Ricky was still her date, and she assumed that he would have the grace to take her home, despite what had happened.
Donna had made up her mind that being coy and shy was for the birds. She was going to come right out and ask Ricky if he wanted her to suck him off.
His cock had looked even more delicious after it had been soaked in Gloria's steamy cunt, Donna thought. Donna was certainly not a lesbian, but like most hot young girls, she had to admit that pussy looked tasty--almost as delicious as prick.
And she was hot to suck Ricky's cock now that it was coated with cunt-juice.
But she was in for a big disappointment.
Ricky and Gloria didn't go back to the dance.
They got into the front seat of the car and drove off, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around her in a fond embrace.
Donna had lost her date.
She moaned in dismay.
Standing beside a parked car, hardly aware of where she was, Donna raised her skirt and slipped her hand down inside her bikini panties. Her cunt was so hot that she thought it would blister her fingers.
She frigged three fingers up her fuck-hole a few times, twisting her hand and jerking her ass. Then she brought her hand up to her lips and began to slide her fingers in and out of her mouth, sucking on them, tasting her own succulent cunt-cream. She was pretending that she was sucking Ricky's cock just after it had come out of Gloria's pussy.
But that only made her more frustrated.
She considered frigging herself off on the spot, but that wasn't very appealing. There were no unattached boys at the dance, which was a shame, since Donna was in the mood to offer a blow-job to almost anyone.
But, unlike that rotten slut Gloria, Donna was not the type to steal another girl's date.
Sadly, she decided that there was nothing to do but walk home and finger-fuck her cunt to foam a few times, as she lay alone in her bed.
So Donna headed home, her cunt squishing and steaming between her legs as she stepped along, thinking that she was in for a night of frustration, with only the feeble pleasure of her own fingers.
But it didn't turn out like that, at all...
CHAPTER THREE
Donna's kid brother, Carl, hadn't gone to the dance. He didn't have a date and he had stayed home, feeling sorry for himself.
Carl was a good-looking teenager with a big cock, and he could have arranged a date without much trouble, but he had waited too late and all the girls that he knew had already been asked to the dance.
Carl felt frustrated.
And his presence at home was making his voluptuous mother frustrated, as well.
Jeanne Miller, a tawny blonde with big tits, had been looking forward to her usual Friday night fuck. Both of the teenagers were usually out on dates on Fridays, and it gave her and Sam a chance to fuck up a storm, without worrying about the noise they were making.
Jeanne was a loud fuck, especially when she was creaming off, so they seldom fucked when their kids were in the house.
Now young Carl was sitting there, glumly staring at some silly television program, interfering with the normal weekend fucking routine.
Jeanne glanced meaningfully at Sam.
Sam, who understood her well, shrugged helplessly. She could see that the front of his trousers was bulging, well stuffed with swollen cock-meat, and knew that he was as bothered by the situation as she was.
How could she get rid of Carl?
Jeanne thought of possible errands she could dispatch the boy on. It had to be plausible, certainly. She wouldn't want the boy to suspect that they wanted to get rid of him so they could fuck.
Then she remembered that she had promised to return a book that she had borrowed from her sister, Maggie. Maggie was divorced and lived in an apartment not very far from the Miller house.
Jeanne calculated that it would take Carl about twenty minutes to walk over there and back. Well, that was time for a quickie, but not time enough to linger over the foreplay that she enjoyed.
Then she got a clever idea.
And one that would have amazing consequences, too.
She fetched the book and gave it to Carl.
"Would you take this over to my sister, please, darling?" she asked, smiling innocently.
Carl was about to protest, then he shrugged.
The protest had just been automatic, a typical teenage response. Actually, he didn't mind going over to Aunt Maggie's in the slightest.
Maggie was a friendly, flirtatious, sexy lady who sometimes gave him a beer when he stopped by. Carl always felt very grown-up in her presence, because she didn't treat him like a child, the way his parents did.
"Yeah, okay," he grunted.
He got up and left with the book.
Sam grinned, understanding his wife's plot.
Then he looked surprised when, instead of making a beeline for his prick, she went to the telephone. Winking at him, she phoned her sister.
"Sis? Hi. Listen, I just sent Carl over with that book I promised to return. Yeah, I know you weren't in any hurry for it. But Sam and I are hot to fuck, and I wanted to get the kid out of the house."
Sam could hear Maggie laugh over the phone.
He was impressed by his wife's cleverness.
"So, do us a favor, okay? Think of some excuse to keep Carl over at your place for an hour or so, okay? Thanks, Maggie--I owe you a favor."
She hung up and phone and walked over to Sam, her lusty ass swinging provocatively.
She figured it had been a brilliant idea.
Little did she know what she had started.
Because she figured that she and Sam had at least an hour to fuck, she wanted to take her time about it. But she had no idea that her daughter, abandoned by her date, was coining home early.
And she certainly had no idea just how her sister was going to entertain her son, either...
* * *
When the phone rang, Maggie had hurried to answer it, hoping it was one of her many boyfriends asking if he could come over for a fuck.
Maggie was always randy. She got fucked a lot, and by a lot of different guys. But since her divorce, she hadn't had the steady sex that she had become accustomed to as a married woman.
Of course, if she hadn't fucked around so much when she was married, she might not now be divorced.
But she didn't think it was significant.
When she heard her sister's voice on the phone, she was disappointed, at first. But then she began to smile. Maggie had often amused herself by flirting with her teenaged nephew and giving him a glimpse of her tits or crotch.
She adored young cock-meat.
And the idea of incest really turned her on.
Aunt Maggie could easily think of a way to keep Carl at her apartment for an hour or more...
Feeling deliciously wicked, the sexy woman undressed and slipped into a semi-transparent nightie. She inspected herself in the mirror.
Her tits were spilling from her bodice, exposed damned near to the nipples and the hem of the short garment was high up her shapely thighs.
She was going to give Carl an eyeful.
And she just might give him a lot more...
Like, say, a mouthful?
* * *
Donna got home, glum and unhappy, and horny as hell. She intended to go straight up to bed and frig her fuck-hole to foam a few times. She entered the house quietly because she knew her dress was rumpled and that there might be grass stains on her ass, and she didn't want to encounter her mother or father in that disreputable condition.
So they didn't hear her come in.
But Donna sure as shit heard them...
"Ohhhh, I'm so horny, darling," came her mother's voice, from the living room.
Donna stopped dead, blinking.
"Wanna go to bed, baby?" her dad rasped.
"Let's fuck right down here, okay? I'm too randy to go upstairs--and that hard-on you've got looks too damned heavy to haul up the stairs, anyhow."
Sam chuckled and Jeanne giggled.
And their teenaged daughter was intrigued.
Donna had just discovered what a kick it was to spy on people having sex. And if it had been exciting to look at Ricky and Gloria, she could just think how thrilling it was going to be to play the peeper on her own parents!
She knew it was naughty to spy.
But that only enhanced the kinky pleasure.
Donna, grinning impishly, tiptoed down the hall and peeked secretively into the living room.
The girl had arrived home just in time to witness the whole performance. The curtain was rising on the first act of a parental passion play...
Jeanne was standing in front of Sam, swaying her shapely hips provocatively.
He was grinning in anticipation, and the front of his pants was standing out as if he had a tent pole stuffed into his groin. His thighs were spread apart to make room for the swollen bags of his balls.
Donna was fascinated.
She knew that her daddy had a huge prick, having sneaked a look at him in the shower more than once. And she knew that her mom had a really sexy body, having deviantly stolen a few glances at her, as well.
The prospect of watching them fuck was driving the girl crazy. Horny to begin with, having hurried home to finger-fuck herself, she began to sizzle now.
"Fuck," she said quietly, as if encouraging her parents to get on with it.
Donna's knees were limp, her legs trembling. She sank down to the floor, her gaze glued to the couple. She cupped one hand over her pussy, but didn't begin to play with herself, yet. She wanted to wait until the real action had begun in the living room...
Jeanne pulled her skirt up above the waist, and Donna saw that she wasn't wearing any panties! She never did on Friday evenings, actually, but of course Donna had no way to know about that routine behavior.
Jeanne thrust her gently rounded belly out and parted her thighs wide.
Sam leaned forward in his chair, inclining over his towering hard-on, his face pushing out eagerly. Jeanne shoved her cunt up against his chin.
He began to lap merrily in her wet cunt-slot.
His tongue slurped juicily, adding sound effects to the scene that their little girl was gazing on with such glee. Sam held Jeanne by her full hips and buried his face in her groin, plating her pussy with enthusiasm.
Donna envied her mother that cuntful of dancing tongue! How she wished that it was her cunt that her daddy was licking!
And, although she didn't know why, not being a dyke, she had to admit that she envied her daddy, too--because her mom's cunt sure looked delicious to Donna!
The girl inhaled, breathing in the fragrant fumes of hot pussy as they wafted across the living room, tantalizing her taste buds by that sweet scent.
Sam was using his tongue like a spoon, scooping out cunt-cream by the mouthful. He sucked and swallowed, French kissing her fuck-hole.
Donna drew her hand out of her groin and began to taste her own pussy-nectar from her palm. Naughty as it was, she was turning on to fantasies of cunt-lapping on her mom, as well as fucking with her father.
Her eyes were popping out as she drank in the sight of the sex-session. Daddy's lapper scooped up, curled like a trough as it gathered up cunt-nectar. As his tongue slipped from her gash, he sprayed cunt-juice onto her blonde cunt-bush.
Her ass twisted and her loins pumped up and down as she mopped his face with her wet pussy. Streamers of pussy-juice unwound down her inner thighs. The air was heavy with cloying pussy-perfume.
Sam began to stab his tongue in vibrantly, like a hummingbird seeking nectar in a fleshy flower. As he tongue-fucked deeply up her cunt- hole, his lips pulled greedily on the flowing fount.
She jammed her crotch in as if she were trying to get his face crammed ears-deep into her pussy. Muffled gasps and gulps came from her groin as the man sputtered and slurped in that gooey grotto.
Her mom's pussy was so sodden that Donna thought her daddy needed a snorkel tube if he was going to stay stuck between her thighs.
"Cream me, baby!" came his muffled moan.
Jeanne tilted her cunt up as if it were a bowl, brimful and spilling over.
"Eat my pussy! Oooooh--gonna melt, baby! Drink it out of my hot cunt!"
She began to overflow, shuddering as the spasms of orgasm hit her grinding loins savagely.
The flow from her cunt got thicker and richer and creamier as her cunt-juice turned to cum.
Sam wallowed in her groin, sucking her pussy as she whipped her crotch up and down in his face.
She creamed for a long time, trembling.
Then she slowed down, smiling radiantly.
The curtain had come down on the first act, but only the first of several. And the audience of one waited eagerly for the next act in this drama of desire...
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna had cum when her mom did.
The girl hadn't even been touching her cunt. She had her hands up to her chin, licking up her cunt-juice, and her pussy just melted on its own, as if going off in sympathetic vibration with her mother's cunt.
But creaming didn't begin to satisfy Donna tonight, and no sooner had her pussy stopped juicing off than the teenager began to get hot again. She knew she could cum time and again under the stimulation of playing the peeper-- and that each time her fuck-hole melted anew, it was going to be more dynamic than the time before.
She felt as if her whole body was going to dissolve, her blood and bones and brains turning to cunt-cum and pouring out from her pussy.
Her clit was like a burning fuse and the core of her cunt was like a time bomb.
Panting, she waited and watched...
Jeanne kept her cunt thrust out in her husband's face as Sam lapped up the dregs. Then she pulled her pussy off his mouth with a wet slurping sound.
She turned her head.
Donna drew back, afraid that her mother might see her. But Jeanne was only looking at the clock on the wall, calculating how much time they had before their son might return--not knowing that their daughter already happened to be home, nor that the boy would be delayed for a long time by her wily, horny sister.
She figured there was plenty of time and that there was no need to rush things.
Standing back, she removed the remainder of her clothing as her husband--and little girl- stared at her, both admiring her curvaceous body.
She knelt on the carpet between Sam's parted legs and opened his pants. His prick sprang upward, rock hard.
His cock-head was a massive, mushroom shaped slab of purple meat and his cock-stalk was like a heated crowbar. His balls were ballooning mightily.
Donna's mouth was drooling for her daddy's prick just as it had been for her mother's cunt.
Jeanne worked his pants down his legs and removed them from his feet, tossing them aside with a jangle of coins from the pocket.
Jeanne gazed speculatively at Sam's prick. His cock-knob was flowing like a fountain, pre- cum washing heavily down his cock-shaft.
It was evident that Sam was going to blow his cum-load quickly, the first time. That suited her to a tee. She could return the oral favor and enjoy a drink of jizz and still have time for a nice, long fucking.
She bent her tawny head down over his prick and began to lick the tip, purring with pleasure as his pre-cum tantalized her taste buds.
"Ahhhh--suck me off, baby!" he gasped.
Yeah, Mommy--milk his meat, Donna silently urged.
She had been in a cock-sucking, cum-drinking mood all evening and she was really keen to see Daddy jizz off in her mother's hot mouth-- while wishing that it could happen in her own hungry mouth. But she didn't expect that to ever happen, never dreaming, in her young innocence, that her daddy--and her mommy, too--would be as eager for incest as she was.
But, of course, they were...
Usually when Jeanne sucked her husband-- or anyone else's husband, for that matter--she liked to take her time about it, licking and tongue-bathing, avidly enjoying the preliminaries and the lingual foreplay before she got down to the steady sucking that would bring her creamy reward.
But tonight, because she thought they only had an hour or so, she figured that it would be best to get his balls drained quickly, to ensure that they had time for a prolonged fucking.
She tongued his prick-knob a bit, slurping up the pre-cum as it slimed from his piss-hole. She ducked down to nuzzle his balls, savoring the flavor of those cum-swollen sacs.
Then she took his cock-head into the oval of her lips and began to suck hungrily.
"Ummmm--ummmm! " she purred, as the enormous purple cock-head flared out, filling her mouth.
Donna was wide eyed, watching in awe, amazed by the way her mother's magic mouth was working. Donna had sucked off a few cocks, herself, but she realized she was no more than a novice compared to her mother.
Jeanne's mouth was like a sump pump, a vacuum cleaner. It looked as if the cock-hungry lady could have sucked the batteries out of a vibrator.
Donna was sucking her own fingers, emulating the action of Mommy's cock-filled maw-- studying it as if she were learning to suck eggs from her mom, getting valuable lessons in love from her mother's parental guidance.
Jeanne had cock-sucking down to an art form. She didn't need to frig with her fist on his cock-stalk nor even to bob her head up and down in the traditional blow-job movement. All she had to do was suck on the head of his cock and pull his spunk up by suction.
Sam's thighs flexed and his heels drummed on the floor. He bridged deeply, thrusting his prick up into her facial fuck-hole.
He held her lovely head between his hands, but gently, with no need whatsoever to guide her or encourage her. Jeanne knew just what she was doing and just how to do it, and she certainly needed no coaxing.
"Slime me, darling," she murmured, speaking on the meaty microphone of his prick-knob.
Her lips turned outward, collaring his thick, heavily veined cock-shaft just under the crown. Saliva was washing down his prick. Her drool was shot through with streaks of thick, gooey pre-cum.
Donna was slobbering so lavishly that it felt like she had a mouthful of pre-cum, as well-- as if her fingers were dribbling out jizz.
She dipped her hand into her pussy and gathered up some cunt-nectar, then slid the fingers back into her greedy mouth and nursed on them, making believe they were her father's prick.
Sam threw his head back and howled.
"Here it comes, baby!"
"Ummmmmm--yeah! Feed me!" Jeanne babbled on his surging cock-crown.
"Swallow it, darling!" he croaked.
His cock-spume shot out so hard that Donna could almost hear the thick stuff splash in her mother's throat.
Jeanne sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, milking the sweet cum from his prick in a face-fucking frenzy. Her throat delicately pulsed as she swallowed.
She was gulping cum down greedily, but Sam was spurting so heavily that she couldn't ingest it all. Jizz spilled from her lips and trickled down his cock-stalk, blended with a tide of her frothy saliva.
She began to bob her head up and down, feeding more cock-meat into her maw. He shot as she pumped down, hosing her throat, then shot again as she pulled up, bathing her tongue with more cock-slime.
Jeanne was sputtering and sighing in ecstasy, transported to cum-drinker's paradise as she drank him dry.
He pumped a last spunky spurt into her mouth and sank back in the chair, looking stunned.
Jeanne kept on sucking for a few moments, making sure she had it all.
His balls had gone slack now, but his prick was still fat and firm in her mouth, delighting her with the knowledge that he was still ready for more.
It delighted their daughter even more...
Jeanne always adored sucking Sam off, but he was her husband and it was a treat that she could have anytime she wanted it.
But for the spying girl, this was a first-time thrill. Donna was more thrilled by watching Mom and Dad suck than they were by doing that sucking.
Donna had juiced off again, at the exact moment that her daddy had shot his jism in her mom's mouth--but cumming only made her hot to cum again.
And, of course, to peep more, as well.
She wasn't to be disappointed.
Jeanne held Sam's big cock in her mouth, licking and sucking as she waited for his potent balls to bloat with another sweet load of cum.
Those virile balls jiggled, deflated for a minute, then began to swell up again.
Smiling with cummy lips, she pulled her mouth off his prick and used her lapper to gather up the stray cum that had escaped her lips and run down his cock-shaft, onto his balls.
Now it was time for the third act...
CHAPTER FIVE
Jeanne got to her feet, standing over Sam as he sprawled back in the chair. His balls were refilled and his cock jutted up, the cock-head aimed at her pussy. Her cunt had gotten all juiced up again while she neglected it during the cock-sucking, and cunt-cream was pouring down her legs.
Donna supposed her mother was going to squat on his prick for a cock-ride now.
But, with lots of time to linger, Jeanne was in no rush to stuff her pussy.
She arched her willowy back and shoved her cunt into his face again.
Sam wolfed away with gusto.
Then Jeanne, who was a firm believer in variety being the spice of sex, drew back and turned around. She hiked her firm haunches up.
"Do my ass, darling," she moaned.
Donna gasped. Her parents were really kinky. It turned her wild--and, too, she was now getting a full frontal look at her naked mother, drooling as she gazed longingly at those big, fat- capped tits and that tawny cunt-bush.
Sam placed his open hands on the round cheeks of her ass and opened them. He began to run his lapper up through the musky crack of her ass.
Jeanne was kneading her tits and pulling at the swollen pink tips as she jerked her ass up into Sam's face. He licked her ass-crack out thoroughly, then began to work on her tiny, tangy asshole.
His tongue wedged up her asshole and his lips sucked on the puckered slot. He drooled into her asshole, then sucked his saliva back out and swallowed it.
"Ohhhhh! That's it, baby! Tongue-fuck my shitter--rim me, Sam--ream my asshole out!" Jeanne moaned.
He fucked his lapper in and out, sucking her ass with a hearty appetite.
Jeanne worked her ass in his face, her own face glowing with joy at the pleasure of having her asshole sucked and reamed.
Then the limber lady bent over.
She placed her hands on her legs and leaned down as if she were going to tie her toes. Her heavy tits swung out like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from a vine. Down she went, supple and nimble.
Sam's cock was towering up, and in this contorted position she took it into her mouth. She began to suck on his cock-knob as he ate out her asshole.
Donna had an even better view now.
The girl could see her daddy's hairy balls and the underside of his thick cock-shaft looming up, the dark ventral vein pulsing savagely. Her mother's salivating lips were glued on his prick- knob, her cheeks sinking in and puffing out.
They were locked up in a turned-around sixty- nine, sucking each other like contortionists or acrobats performing a sex act.
With her mouth stuffed full of cock-meat, Jeanne glanced at the clock again. She wouldn't mind drinking another load of cum and creaming while he sucked out her asshole, but she wanted to make sure that they had finished fucking before the untimely arrival of either of their children forced them to terminate the fun.
She gently pulled her mouth up off his towering prick, her lips distending down the cock-rod like elastic as she sucked to the last instant.
Then she drew her ass off Sam's face.
She stood upright over him, her long, shapely legs wide apart as she straddled his hard-on. Sam grasped her by the hips as she slowly lowered herself on trembling thighs. Her ass was on his belly and she was facing away from him --giving the peeper a perfect view of the front of her voluptuous body as she settled on Sam's big fucker.
She balanced on his cock-head, twisting her hips, grinding her cunt on the fat cock-knob.
Cunt-juice streamed down his prick as she poised with her pussy atop it like a flagpole sitter, squirming around to get it properly bedded.
Her groin was tilted up, and Donna could see her coral-pink slot with Sam's flushed, purple cock-head nudging into it, flaring and pulsing.
Jeanne was feeling her tits up with one hand and she slid the other down her gently rounded tummy and began to play with her clit and to finger around the coupling of cunt-slot and cock-head.
Then she began to sink down.
Donna gaped in wonderment as her daddy's thick, heavily veined cock-shaft vanished inch by inch up into her mom's foaming fuck-hole.
Jeanne slid down his cock-lance like a firefighter descending the pole to rush to a blaze-- and her cunt was blazing as much as any inferno.
She fucked down to the hilt of his prick and squatted there, hunkered down on his hard-on. His cock had vanished and his balls ballooned in her crotch.
Then she began to ride his prick, lifting up on shaking legs and dropping back down on the spike of his upthrust fucker.
His prick emerged, glistening, until the massive prick-head was in her fuck-slot, then sank in and disappeared again as she took him balls-deep.
It was driving Donna crazy.
She was hungry for her daddy's cock-meat and her mother's creamy cunt. And seeing those two delicious snacks in conjunction made the girl so hot that her lapper was practically starting to sizzle in her saliva.
Her kneeling thighs jerked as if they wanted to propel her into the room, and her nipples were jutting out as if drawn to the scene.
The girl yearned to get her face right down in their coupled crotches and lick her father's balls, then tongue his prick as it came out all slimy from her mother's pussy, running her lapper on up to dance it against her mom's clit and dip it into her cunt-slot.
But she didn't dare to actually do it.
Donna didn't realize that the attention of her tongue would have been welcomed by both of her passionate parents.
So the teenager could only linger and look and lick her creamy hands as she finger-fucked her pussy, working herself into a frenzy of desire.
Jeanne fucked up and down slowly, then began to ride faster on the saddle of his loins. As she pulled up, her pussy-lips distended down his cock-shaft. She was damned near fucking her pussy inside out.
"Ohhhhh--ahhhhh!" she moaned.
Her clit went off like a detonator and the core of her cunt began to melt, running with thick pussy-paste. The flow that was pouring down her husband's cock-shaft was getting hotter and thicker and creamier and the tantalizing fragrance fuming from her fuck-hole got stronger.
Her hips jerked from side to side and she whipped her ass against his hard belly.
"Jizz me, Sam! My cunt is creaming--shoot your fuck-juice up me, darling!"
Sam grunted and humped upward from the chair, bouncing her ass on his belly.
His prick hissed in hard.
He cried out in rapture as his balls exploded and his jizz shot into her pussy in gooey geysers.
As his prick stuffed her pussy, a blend of cunt-cum and cock-cream gushed from her pussy.
Donna whimpered as she saw the juice of their simultaneous cumming, drooling for both her father's fuck-juice and her mom's cunt-cum with an equal raging lust.
Jeanne rode away, fucking herself and milking Sam's balls to the dregs. He slumped back. She slid up and down on his fucker a few more times, making sure that his balls were drained dry.
Then she settled down to the root of his prick and lay back, her head on his shoulder, a dreamy smile brightening her satisfied face.
His cock began to soften and came snaking out of her cunt, still fat although he had lost his hard-on. The bulging cock-knob popped out. His cock-shaft swung around like a rubber hose, dripping with fuck-slime.
That meaty coil looked so mouth-watering, coated from Mom's cunt, that Donna thought her tongue was going to melt at the sight.
Her mother's cunt was still wide open and spilling out rivers of cum. Oh, how Donna longed to clamp her mouth to that suckable pussy and suck her mother off!
Donna stayed by the door for a few moments longer and then, realizing that the performance had ended, she slipped silently away and hurried upstairs.
In her bedroom, she stripped naked and slid under the sheets.
She began to finger-fuck herself silly.
But it was a feeble pleasure derived from her own hands.
Donna wished that she had someone there to do the job for her.
She was soon to get her wish...
Sam's formidable prick was still semi-stiff and he could have easily managed another hard- on, but Jeanne figured they didn't have time to fuck or suck again.
She knew that it would be terribly frustrating to begin, and then have to stop before they had creamed, because one of the kids had come home.
She got off her husband's lap and began to dress.
Seeing that the fuck-session was over, Sam stretched and grinned and announced he was going to bed, giving her a glance of significance.
"I'll be up soon, darling," she assured him. "But I want to wait downstairs until Carl gets home, okay? I don't want him to think that we sent him over to Maggie's just so we could jump straight into bed."
Sam shrugged. With his balls milked off in her mouth and her cunt, he was no longer desperate and didn't mind waiting for her to join him later.
He gathered his clothing up but, since he was going to retire, anyhow, he saw no reason on earth why he should get dressed.
With his clothing under his arm, Sam went on upstairs, naked.
So Jeanne was waiting downstairs for her son to return.
But Carl was not going to be back for quite a while.
And Sam was on his way upstairs...
Where their daughter was already in her bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna was sobbing with frustration as she frigged away on her fuck-hole and realized that she wasn't able to get enough satisfaction from her own hands.
Passing her door, her father heard her sob.
Oh, shit, he thought. Donna must be home. I hope she didn't hear us fucking.
Then he wondered: Why is she sobbing?
He had a parental duty to see what had disturbed his sweet little daughter and, forget ting that he was naked and that his huge prick was still in a semi-stiff state and glistening with slime from his wife's creamy cunt, he opened the door and went in.
Donna stopped finger-fucking herself and gaped at him as he approached the bed.
Sam sat on the edge.
"Is something wrong, honey?" he asked solicitously. "I heard you crying."
Donna couldn't help but gaze at his cock and balls, but she kept her eyelashes lowered and her daddy didn't seem to realize where she was looking.
The girl didn't dare tell him that she had been watching him fuck and suck with Mom. But she knew she had to explain her sobbing somehow.
She decided to tell Daddy about her date.
Talking about that, to her handsome father, was going to give her a kinky kick, she knew.
"Oh, Daddy--that awful Ricky Jones took me to the dance, then he left with another girl, on account of I wouldn't let him fuck me."
"Poor baby," Sam consoled her.
"I--I let him suck my tits and play with my pussy--and then the dirty pig jerked himself off all over my face and tits and left me."
"The rat!" Sam snarled.
His cock was beginning to swell and his balls were getting full of cum again.
Donna was inhaling the sweet, cloying fragrance of cock-meat and cum and cunt-juice.
The girl's inhibitions melted away in the heat of her unwholesome desire.
"See, Daddy?" she said shyly--and she pulled the sheet down to show him her tits.
His Adam's apple jumped up his throat as he stared down and saw that his daughter's nubile tits were filmed with a coating of cock-cream.
His prick came up like a crowbar.
"And he creamed in my face, too--right on my mouth, even," Donna whimpered.
Sam gave the girl a searching look.
"And it made me so horny, Daddy," she sighed. "I was playing with myself, but it wasn't any good. I guess I'm too hot for a hand-job."
Donna returned her father's gaze speculatively, squirming around and thrusting her tits up invitingly.
Sam's jaw muscles tightened and his eyes glinted. He knew that what he was feeling was wrong, but he could not resist.
Lowering his head, Sam began to suck his little girl's swollen tit-tips.
She stroked his head, moaning and sighing, as his lips moved from tit to tit.
Is this really happening? she asked herself. Did I fall asleep while I was finger-fucking myself? Is this all a wonderful dream?
His mouth slurped and her nipples hardened in his loving lips. Flashes of lust raced through the teenager's body and welled up in her loins.
She pulled the sheet lower and, taking her father's hand, drew it down to her groin. He began to feel her pussy while he nursed on her tits.
"Make me cum, Daddy!" she begged.
He tilted his wrist and gently slipped three fingers up into her sodden fuck-hole. As he pushed them in and pulled them out, he whipped the edge of his thumb back and forth against her clit.
"Sweet baby," he murmured. "Daddy will make you feel good, darling."
"Oh, it does--it feels so good, Daddy!"
His fingers sank in knuckles-deep and he flashed his thumb on her clit. His head shifted back and forth, mouthing each nipple in turn.
Knowing it was naughty to finger-fuck his little girl only added to the thrill of it. Sam was trembling violently as he sucked tit and fingered her pussy.
Her ass churned and her hips pumped as she drove her pelvis in a screwing motion on his hand and wriggled her tits in his face.
Her nipples surged and her clit echoed the swelling as she soared toward the crest.
"Cum, baby--cream off!" he urged her.
His mouth felt so wonderful on her tit-tips that Donna just knew it would be magic on her clit.
"Daddy--Daddy, will you put your mouth on my pussy while I cream?" she pleaded.
His muscular body jerked at her words.
He already had his mouth on her tits, and putting it on her cunt would only be a little bit naughtier, he reasoned. He moved down, licking her slim tummy.
She hiked her ass up, her thighs jerking wide apart, her pussy tilting up.
Her father stared at that sweet cherry fuck- slot hungrily. The delicate pink pussy-lips were unfolded and cunt-juice was spilling lavishly from her slot. Her clit was as swollen as her tit- tips--and even more mouth-watering.
His tongue slid out and danced against her flaring clit. He slurped into her creamy cunt- slit, then sucked her clit into his lips.
She began to cream instantly.
Sam was panting into her pussy, driven wild by the sweet succulence of her virgin pussy, the perfumed aroma that was wafting into his face.
"Cum, baby--cum, cum, cum! Cum for Daddy!" he gasped into her gooey gash.
"Eat me, Daddy!" she wailed.
Her hand crept out and she curled her fingers around his iron-hard prick. It throbbed savagely.
She started to stroke up and down, thinking that she would jack him off.
But then her hand slowed--and stopped, gripping his cock by the hilt.
She had already missed out on one mouthful tonight, and she was hot for cock-meat and her father was tongue-fucking her--and it seemed only right that Donna should give him a blow- job in return.
Fair was fair.
And it was what they both needed, too.
She held his prick by the root, squeezing the firm fucker but not pumping, as he finished her off with his flashing tongue and slurping lips.
Her girl-cum flooded into his mouth and Sam gulped that cherry slime down with glee.
"Ummm! Keep cummin', darlin'--let Daddy drink all of your honey," he groaned.
Her thighs closed around his head, then flew open wide again as he burrowed in her pussy, sucking so that she thought her eyeballs would cave in.
She juiced again and again before, finally drained, she sank back on the bed with a happy sigh.
He scooped up the last gooey drops with the ladle of his lapper, then raised his head out of her groin. His lips were creamy and cunt-cum dripped from his jaw.
"Was that nice, baby?" he murmured.
"Oh, Daddy, it was heavenly."
He looked closely at her, wondering if she might feel any remorse or misgivings, now that her cunt was no longer so hot.
But she was smiling blissfully.
"Your pussy is so delicious, darling. I'll suck you off whenever you want," he promised.
"I'll want it a lot," she purred.
"The more, the merrier."
"Your cock is so big and hard now, Daddy. Shall I make you cum, now?"
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Jack me off!" he enthused.
She was still his innocent young daughter. Sam didn't think that Donna would be willing to do any more than give him a hand-job.
It would have satisfied him, too.
But it sure wouldn't satisfy that cock-hungry teenager to milk his meat by hand!
She skimmed her hand up and down on his prick, holding her grip loose so that her palm and encircling fingers barely brushed the prick- stalk.
Then she tightened her grip and frigged harder, skinning his cock-knob out in a flaring purple slab. Pre-cum began to ooze from his piss-hole.
She levered the hard cock-shaft down and rubbed his cock-knob against her tits. His cock- lube gushed out on her tit-mounds and nipples. Her father's prick-slime was hotter and thicker than Ricky's had been.
Then she drew her hand away.
Sam stared at her in distress, thinking that she had changed her mind.
But he needn't have worried about that...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna lay back and tipped her face up. Her eyes were gleaming and her mouth was open.
"Fuck my face, Daddy," she panted.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking that maybe they were going too far.
"It's okay, Daddy. My mouth isn't cherry," Donna huskily whispered, sliding her tongue out.
If his lovely little daughter had sucked other pricks, Sam was not about to deny her his. A daddy had a duty to feed his hungry child, after all...
He knelt over her, his hard ass cushioned on her plump tits and his big fucker looming in her face. He gazed down in awe, seeing his cock thrust out to those sweet lips, finding the sight as thrilling as the sensation.
Donna licked his prick.
"Oooooh!" she sighed, as the delectable flavor of the cock-meat and pre-cum made her taste buds tingle and her mouth drool.
A mouthful of prick was always a treat.
But to suck her own father's huge prick was the stuff of dreams to the cock-hungry teenager.
She lapped voraciously on his cock-head and dipped her tongue into his parted piss-hole to gather the cock-lube as it slimed out.
She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock-shaft, where the fat vein was pounding, licking his hairy balls at the base and his cock-knob at the top.
Then she formed a fuck-hole of her sweet lips.
"Use my mouth for a cunt, Daddy!" she panted. "Fuck my face like a pussy!"
Sam hiked his ass up so that his hard-on was aimed at her salivating lips. He nudged in and moaned as his little girl's wet mouth engulfed his prick-knob.
He held her face between his hands and began to feed the cock-meat to her with steady strokes. His long fucker sank in and his cock-head pushed down her throat.
Donna gagged as her daddy's cock choked her, but she took it all gladly, deep-throating him. His cock vanished in her mouth and his balls came rolling solidly up to bump against her pursed lips.
She brought her hands up, cupping his cum- laden balls in one and encircling his hips with the other. She began to nudge a finger into his asshole.
Sam jerked spasmodically.
As her finger probed up his asshole, it felt as if she were rubbing the root of his hard-on inside his groin. He slogged away faster, the cock-meat hissing in.
Sam was happy that he had already emptied his balls into her mother twice--because that meant he could last longer as he fucked his daughter's cute face.
Her head turned and she took his cock-head into her cheek in bulging outline. Then she ducked straight down and swallowed his prick down her gullet again.
Cock-lube was pumping out so lavishly that Donna had already swallowed as much spunk as the average guy fed her when he got his rocks off.
And that treat was still ahead of her.
She gulped as his fiery cock-head jammed into her throat. Then she purred as he whipped back out and she nursed through every precious, sliding inch of his cock-lance and collared his cock-knob again.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and blew out as she exhaled on his prick, as if she were blowing his balls up by that meaty valve.
He was fucking his cock so far down her throat that she figured she wouldn't even need to swallow when he creamed. He would be spilling the sweet slime straight into her belly to begin with.
Sam was trying to hold his cumming back, loving this face-fucking with his little girl so much that he wanted to make it last for ages.
But Donna was starved for his cum.
"Feed me your fuck-juice, Daddy!" she panted, as his prick-knob pulled into her lips.
Then she gagged, as he fucked in.
He whipped it back out and she wailed: "I'm hot to drink your jizz! Cum in my mouth, Daddy!"
Her wanton words added to the wonderful feeling of her voracious maw. Sam could not restrain himself as he pumped his prick to her vigorously.
"Gonna shoot, baby!" he gasped.
"Oooooh! Whitewash my fucking throat, Daddy! Fill my mouth with spunk!"
His ass bounded off her tits and his prick sank all the way down her gullet as the horny man surged to the heights in a vibrant frenzy.
"Swallow it, honey!" he croaked.
Donna sputtered as his cock expanded and bucked.
Then his jizz was pouring down her throat.
The first spurt went right on down so that the hungry cock-sucker didn't even taste it, although she felt the hot, slimy flood.
Then he shot again on the backstroke and this creamy dose skimmed over her tongue, driving her wild. She sucked and swallowed, gulped and gurgled and gargled as he kept squirting the fuck-goo to her.
She was drinking her daddy's jizz!
The dark knowledge of oral incest was exciting Donna as much as the succulence of his cum. His gamy cock-meat rammed in and bucked and more sweet jism splashed on her tongue, hosed the roof of her mouth, swirled through her drawn-in cheeks.
Her mouth was milking his prick like a suction cup and her tongue was dancing on his cock-head as the cum-loving teenager drained her daddy dry.
Sam began to falter, missing a stroke and losing the beat as his balls went slack.
Donna kept on sucking and bobbing her head up and down, pulling out the precious stuff to the last nourishing drop.
Her belly was already flooded full of fuck- juice, but the greedy little minx was still greedy for more.
Even before she had finished emptying her daddy's cock and balls this first time, Donna was looking forward to sucking him off again-- and again.
Her father's sentiments were naturally the same.
At last, his prick began to sag and turn rubbery in Donna's adoring maw.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and, sucking on his cock-head, squeezed and pulled her fist up, milking the last drop of cum from his prick.
Then she took her lips from him and, rooting around, used her tongue to spoon up the stray cum-drops that had spilled down his cock- shaft and onto his balls.
When she had licked up every glob, the saucy teenager lay back and opened her mouth wide so that, gaping down, Sam could see his jizz filming her pink tongue. She swallowed with her mouth open and he groaned as he saw his cum slide down his daughter's throat.
He slid down on the bed beside her and they embraced, kissing and cuddling. Her tongue probed into his mouth and he could taste his own jizz. His cock and balls were pressed to her tummy and that formidable fucker began to respond, swelling yet again.
They both had the same thought.
Should they suck each other off again? Or was it time for Daddy to take his daughter's cherry?
They gazed into each other's eyes and knew that they shared the same idea.
And, either way, Sam was damned glad that his wife had stayed downstairs to wait for their son.
But she would have a long wait, if she waited, because Carl was having some fun of his own...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carl couldn't help but gawk when his sexy Aunt Margie opened her apartment door, wearing only her sheer, semi-transparent nightie.
She took the book and asked the boy if he wanted a glass of beer.
Carl didn't give a shit about the beer, but he leaped at an excuse to linger. He flopped down on the couch, acutely aware of the massively swelling cock-bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
Maggie came back with a foaming glass, handed it to the youth, then sat down beside him.
"I hope that you don't tell your mother that I let you drink beer," she said.
"Naw," he muttered.
"She might not like it."
Carl was sipping at the foaming head of the beer, trying to look sophisticated and failing.
"Of course, if you can keep a secret, we could have lots of fun together, Carl," Maggie went on.
Carl didn't understand at all. The naive young man wondered if maybe his luscious aunt was going to offer him a whisky or a cigar or something naughty like that.
"Sure, I can keep a secret," he assured her.
She gave him a bewitching smile, dazzling the young man. She was leaning close to him, and he could smell her flowery perfume and the muskier aroma of her hot cunt.
Then she opened the front of her gown and showed him her spectacular tits.
Carl almost fainted.
"You can look at my tits, you naughty boy.
I'll let you touch them, if you want to, long as you promise never to tell anyone."
His mouth moved but no sound came out. His prick jumped in his jeans as if volunteering a reply in lieu of his lips.
Maggie arched her back and shoved her big tits out toward her young nephew.
Her nipples were standing out like little rosy rockets waiting to blast off.
"Feel my tits, Carl," she purred.
He reached out. His fingertips brushed her tit and he yanked his hand back as if he'd burned it. He looked into her eyes, wondering if she was serious. Her face was a mask of depraved longing and, incredibly, Carl realized that he was going to get to feel his aunt up--at least.
"Come on, Carl--play with me," she urged.
Carl put the beer glass down on the floor and reached out again, with both hands this time, cupping a fat tit in each palm. He massaged the firm tit-globes and his thumbs and fingers drew up to pluck at the swollen nipples.
"Ummmm! Your hands feel nice, you sweet boy--feel Aunt Maggie up good."
She thrust her tits out and wriggled. She placed one long-nailed hand behind his neck and drew his face down. The boy began to suck her nipples with joy.
She opened her nightie all the way down.
"Don't you want to feel my hot cunt, too, Carl?" she whispered in his ear.
He slid a hand up her slim, curvy thigh and cupped her swampy pussy. Juice bubbled into his palm and her clit flared and trembled violently.
"Ummmm! We can have so much fun together, Carl--lots and lots of naughty fun!"
Carl had felt girls up before and even finger- fucked a few, but he had never been as thrilled as he was now, as he felt and fondled his lovely aunt.
The fact that she was his mother's sister embellished the pleasure of it, adding the dark charm of incest.
Sucking on her tit-peaks, he pulled on her clit and slid his fingers into her creamy cunt-slit. Aunt Maggie was beginning to pant with lust.
He wondered if she was going to touch him, too.
But he needn't have worried. His aunt was as horny for him as he was for her.
She heaved her haunches up, her legs parting.
"Does my cunt look yummy, baby?" she whispered. "Don't you want to taste it?"
Carl gasped on a mouthful of fat tit, afraid to move, terrified he might break the spell. Aunt Maggie gently coaxed his head down and jerked her cunt up to meet him. He buried his face in her perfumed pussy and his lapper sank into her sodden fuck-hole as deep as it would go.
"Ahhhh! Eat me out, baby! Tongue-fuck Aunt Maggie to a fucking foam!" she moaned.
The boy was French kissing her cunt like a bearded mouth, sucking on the hairy rim as he fucked his tongue in and out of her cunt-hole.
Carl had never tasted anything as scrumptious as Aunt Maggie's pussy, nor smelled anything as tantalizing as that aromatic fuck-hole.
He wondered if he was doing it right.
Then he knew that he was, because the older woman began to shudder and whimper and her fuck-hole started to melt in his eager maw, spilling over with cunt-cum.
He was making Aunt Maggie cream!
He finished her off, relishing every spasm and every drop, but even as he drank her cum he was wondering if she might lose interest in him, once she had gotten her rocks off in his mouth.
But Maggie never lost interest in men, especially horny teenaged boys. And one cumming was never enough for the insatiable lady. Creaming off only made Maggie eager to cum again... and again.
She mopped her cunt-muff all over her nephew's eager face as the dregs spilled out. The boy was coated with incest-oil from his chin to his forehead.
He looked up hopefully from the tops of his eyes.
Aunt Maggie didn't have the heart to leave the boy in doubt for even a moment. She loved to flirt, but she never played the cock-teaser.
She reached down to open his fly.
Carl dove on her cunt for a last suck as his lewd aunt pulled his jeans into an open vee.
His prick jolted out like a shock absorber and his balls rolled free, inflated with jizz.
"Oh! Oh, my!" she exclaimed.
This was even better than she had planned on.
Desire surged through her anew. Seducing her teenaged nephew had been a fascinating prospect, but now that she saw that the boy had a gigantic cock and a set of huge balls, it was even more thrilling.
And because he was a youth, she knew there would be the bonus of potency--that in his teenaged virility, Carl would be able to cum again and again.
She felt his balls and stroked his prick and wondered where to take his first cum-load. Her cunt was still randy, her mouth was hungry and even her tight little asshole was twitching for some cock-meat and cum.
She decided to fuck him to begin with.
She figured that his prick would taste wonderful after he had shot off in her creaming cunt, the flavor of cock-meat spiced by cunt-nectar.
She drew his head out of her crotch.
"Wanna fuck me, Carl?" she purred.
"Oh, yeah, Aunt Maggie!" he enthused.
She slipped out of her nightie, which had been slung back over her shoulders, anyhow, and her nephew hopped up to drop his jeans and whip his shirt off.
He wanted to be naked for this first fuck with his gorgeous aunt.
She pushed back along the couch, and Carl was going to hop aboard immediately. But his lascivious aunt wanted the boy to know that he had plenty of treats in store for him.
Grabbing his hard-on, she drew it up to her face and fucked the cock-head into her mouth. Carl shuddered as that magic maw worked on his prick.
She batted her silken eyelashes as she gazed up at his face, his cock half buried in her mouth.
She sucked for a moment but then, afraid he might shoot off unexpectedly--and having made up her mind she wanted to take his first load of cherry jism in her cunt--she pulled her lips from his slimy prick-knob.
"Ummmmm! We can have all kinds of fun, Carl," she sighed. "You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow it. My cunt will suck your prick just like a mouth, and you can fuck my mouth like a cunt."
He looked so enthusiastic that Maggie would have laughed, had she not been too hot to feel any other emotion for the moment. Her cunt was steaming and her mouth was salivating voraciously, one end of this lustful lady as hot and hungry as the other.
She rubbed her nose against his swollen cock- head, then brushed it over her chin and cheeks. She levered it down and rubbed the cock-knob onto her tits, over the nipples and then into the cleavage.
His hard-on was so taut that it was almost humming like a battery-powered vibrator. It felt as if she were using a sex toy on her tits, and she squirmed against his prick.
Carl humped, fucking through the smooth, soft cleft between Aunt Maggie's tit-mounds. His cock-head slid up to the woman's throat, spilling out pre-cum in a spunky wake, as his balls rolled up her elegant belly.
She turned her face down and licked his cock- knob as it squeezed from her tit-tunnel.
She didn't dare to take that tasty hunk of cock-meat into her mouth again, however. Now that she had decided to let him fuck her cunt before she sucked him off, she avoided the temptation.
Maggie knew herself well and knew that once she began to suck on the young boy's delicious cock again, she would be unable to cease until she had milked out her creamy reward and swallowed every blessed drop of his cum-load.
She gently tugged his prick out of her tit-cleft and urged him down. Carl dragged his hard-on down her belly. The prick-knob lay on her cunt-mound.
Prick-paste oozed from his piss-hole and creamed into her silken cunt-bush. His cock- head was very hot, laid on her vee like a branding iron.
Aunt Maggie heaved her ass up and opened her groin wide, her supple body bridged under him.
Carl pulled his prick down from her hairy cunt-bush and slid the cock-head into her cunt- gash. It ballooned and her hot clit pulsed against the slab.
He stared up at her, trembling, as if asking her permission to shove his prick up her foaming fuck-hole.
"Fuck me, darling!" she urged him. "Fuck me hard--fuck me good--fill Aunt Maggie's hot cunt and fuck my ass off, Carl!"
The teenager began to work his fucker up her seething cunt. Inch by inch, his cock sank in and he stared down, watching his cock-lance disappear into his aunt's pussy in a sort of stunned disbelief.
She jammed down to meet him, and the last of his long prick vanished. His cock was buried balls-deep up his Aunt Maggie's fuck-hole. She purred with pleasure as his cock-head flared in the core of her cunt and the hard cock-shaft worked like a lever up the creamy chute.
They held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the sensation of being fully united.
Aunt Maggie began to fuck first.
She pulled her pussy halfway up his prick- stalk, then shoved down and stuffed her pussy full again. She repeated the stroke, her slim, curvaceous body undulating as she fucked onto his prick.
Carl fell into the rhythm with her.
His hard, muscular young ass corkscrewed as he fucked his cock up her cunt and his balls swung out like the dewlap of a rutting moose, whacking her ass.
"Ahhhhhhh! Pump it to my pussy! Fuck me silly, Carl--screw my cunt to jelly!" she moaned.
Aunt Maggie was in horny heaven!
Carl's cock was larger and harder than most, and the fact that it was incest-meat and that it was nephew-nectar dribbling out magnified the thrill of the action.
As did the fact that Carl was fucking his mother's sister and her pussy was paradise on his prick.
He fucked faster and harder.
Aunt Maggie, knowing how virile and potent and vibrant a teenaged boy was, knew she didn't have to worry about a premature cumming-- because young Carl would certainly be able to cum again and again.
He dipped down to feed her a long, rippling, underslung fuck-stroke, running the full length of his long cock across her fiery clit, as she hiked her haunches up and angled her pussy to his meaty fucker.
Then he heaved upward and drove down as if he were trying to fuck her right through the couch.
Each time his fat plunger plugged her pussy- slot, it pumped out a wash of cunt-juice. Aunt Maggie's crotch was lathered with fuck-foam and streams of the stuff ran down her trembling thighs. A gooey ribbon of cunt-juice seeped into the crack of her ass.
She started to orgasm.
"Jizz me, baby! Hose my cunt!" she wailed, yearning to feel her sister's son's cum pouring into her pussy before she let herself peak out.
She threw her legs around him, thighs clamping, knees hooked, riding him from below in a wanton horizontal waltz.
Carl began to shudder and wail as he surged toward the crest.
"Shoot, darling---spunk me!"
Carl growled like a dog and slammed in as his swollen cum-bags erupted volcanically. The jism came spurting up through his cock-stalk and jizz-jets splashed into her cunt-hole, so powerfully that it felt like a burst of buckshot squirting into her pussy.
Aunt Maggie let herself go, wailing as her orgasm peaked and her fuck-hole melted.
Aunt and nephew, working in perfect harmony, fucked each other through the spurts and the spasms.
The boy began to slow down finally, panting, grinding to a halt. His balls were drained.
But his precious prick was still as hard as if he hadn't shot his cum-load for a week, and Aunt Maggie knew she had plenty of pleasure yet to come.
It was going to be no hardship at all to keep her nephew occupied and give her sister lots of time for some Friday night fucking.
But that fucking happened to be finished.
And Jeanne was starting to wonder where her son was...
CHAPTER NINE
Obviously, her sister was detaining the boy as long as possible, Jeanne figured.
But she wished that she had known how long it would be. She and Sam would have had lots of time for another fuck or suck, if she'd only known it. Now, she was getting horny again and eager to go up to bed for more marital fucking.
She was thinking that maybe she should telephone Maggie to let her know that it was all right to send Carl back home now. Once Carl and Donna, who should be coming home from the dance fairly soon, she supposed--never dreaming that the girl was already home and in her bed with her father--were both safely in their beds for the night, she could join Sam for more fucking.
She guessed that she would wait five more minutes before she made the phone call.
And five minutes was a long time, for a hot aunt to dally with her sexy nephew...
Carl, very much aware that Aunt Maggie had promised him a blow-job as well as a fuck, slowly tugged his cum-slimed cock out of her cunt.
Aunt Maggie slipped down on the floor, kneeling over his lap and licking her Ups. Now that his prick had been basted in her pussy, it looked even more scrumptious, and the fumes rising from his glistening prick were making her drool.
She began to suck his balls.
Those potent young balls instantly started to swell up again. Drop by drop, his virile spermaries seeped more jizz into his balls as his naughty aunt licked his balls.
She licked up and down his towering cock- shaft and flutter-kissed the underside of his cock-knob. Turning her lovely face, she fluted her mouth up and down the underside of his prick as if playing a mouth organ.
She rubbed her nose against the snout of his slimy cock, snuffling and sniffing the gamy aroma and whipped her lapper on the oozing piss-hole.
"Yummy--ummmmm!" she purred, tasting his pre-cum and whetting her appetite for the full load of tasty cum that was bloating his balls.
She worked back down and groveled in his groin, nuzzling in under his balls. Carl hiked up and his aunt's nimble lapper flashed into the crack of his ass.
He drew one knee up and hiked a haunch up from the couch. Aunt Maggie licked up his ass- crack and her tongue danced in his asshole, tasting that puckered bud as a sort of hors d'oeuvre before she returned to the main course of his cock-meat and the dessert of his creamy jizz.
It felt great to the boy to have her rimming out his tingling ass-ring. But Carl was getting set to shoot off again, and the boy knew that it would disappoint them both were he to cream before his cock was in her mouth.
He dropped his hip back down and jerked his prick up to her willing face again.
"Suck it, Aunt Maggie! Suck me off and swallow my jizz!" the youth urged, trembling in an exquisite torment as the need to empty his balls got fierce.
Maggie dove on his fucker, sucking the cock- knob into her lips and nursing hungrily. Her head turned as she twisted her Ups around, screwing her mouth down on his big prick.
Then she started to move her head up and down, stuffing more prick in, giving the boy the traditional blow-job action that would soon have him squirting off.
"Yeah! Suck it, Aunt Maggie! Suck that prick! Oh, shit! Your mouth is like magic!" Carl wailed.
He pumped away, grinding up and down, fucking her radiant face furiously.
Then the telephone rang...
The phone was on a table at the end of the couch, and it startled them as it jangled.
Maggie wasn't going to answer it.
Sucking on sweet cock-meat and about ready to drink a dose of jizz, the lady was in no mood for an interruption. Her head kept on bobbing and ducking.
But the phone kept on ringing.
It was distracting. Maggie figured it would be better to answer it and dismiss the caller quickly, so she could carry on cock-sucking without the irritant of that ringing to bother them.
Then, too, it dawned on her that it might be some horny man. She knew that she couldn't very well keep Carl there all night and figured it might be handy to have a back-up lover invited over for later, knowing that she was going to be horny after Carl had to leave, no matter how many times she creamed off on his cock or tongue.
An incestuous encounter was certain to leave her in an insatiable mood.
With Carl's cock-head still in her lips, she groped out and brought the phone to her ear.
"Maggie?" It was her sister's voice.
"Muphhhhh!" Maggie sputtered.
There was a puzzled pause, then: "Sis? Is that you? I can't hear you."
It brought a delicious twinge of shame and guilt to Maggie, to have her sister on the telephone while she had the woman's son fucking her face.
"Um-hum... umphhhffff! Yes!" she gurgled.
With the receiver held to her ear, she could hear Jeanne clearly. But with Carl's cock held in her lips, Maggie knew that she was being incoherent.
Although she dearly hated to relinquish that succulent mouthful, she figured it was wise to do so, and she pulled her mouth off his cock-head.
She held the boy's bulging cock-knob to her open lips, her tongue laid against the flaring underside.
"It's your mother," she whispered to Carl.
Carl gasped at the knowledge that his mom was on the phone while his aunt was blowing him. It seemed to strengthen the sordid depravity of the incestuous situation.
"Yes, it's me, Sis," she rasped into the phone.
"You sounded funny, Maggie--like you were talking with your mouth full."
Maggie had to giggle.
"Anyhow, I just wanted to let you know that Sam and I are finished fucking and--" Carl heard those words clearly.
Maggie was about to speak, her lips shifting on the glossy tip of his prick.
Just then, Carl creamed!
Splash--slurp--glugggg!
The sounds that Jeanne knew well and fondly came to her over the telephone.
Holy shit! Is my sister sucking my son off?
"Sis--what the hell?" she asked.
But Maggie could not answer. The instant that her young nephew began to cum, the cock- hungry woman lost her senses and abandoned herself to the joy of drinking the jizz from his pounding prick.
Her mouth slid down over his cock again and she sucked in cum-drinker's rapture. She wanted nothing to disturb this feast, and she reached out and dropped the phone back into its cradle.
Then she carried on, sucking every precious drop of cum out of Carl's cock in ecstasy.
Carl humped up, feeding her the cock-meat and the cum, hosing her hot mouth time and again. Her head dove down and she took his prick in to the hairy hilt. Jizz hosed her throat, then bathed her tongue as she jerked back up and took a spurt with only his cock-knob in her lips.
Carl's cock was a creaming cornucopia, feeding her with endless spurts. His cum was hot and thick and sweet--and all the more wonderful because it was the forbidden fruit of incest, her sister's son's cock-cream.
Cum poured out like manna from a horny heaven, and Maggie drank it with glee.
At last the youth sank back, shuddering and moaning, feeling as if she'd sucked his brains out. Aunt Maggie kept on bobbing her head on his prick, making sure he was empty, still greedy for more of his jism.
When she was certain that the boy was done creaming off, she swallowed all of his prick into her maw and held it there, nibbling at the root.
She expected the phone to ring again.
Her sister must have assumed that they had gotten a bad line or had been disconnected and would be phoning again. Maggie would have to make up some lie to explain the creamy cum- gulping her sister had overheard.
But the phone didn't ring again, after all...
* * *
Jeanne stared at the phone, and her face was filled with wonderment and passion.
She had heard the jizz squirt out, heard cock- meat hiss through lips, heard her sister gulping and sputtering as she swallowed cum and, in the background, heard her son groaning and panting and whimpering.
Jeanne was in no doubt.
Her sister had actually sucked off her son!
She looked stunned for a while, and then she began to grin wickedly.
She wasn't angry and she wasn't scandalized.
If anything, she was jealous!
Jeanne Miller had many times stolen a furtive look at her virile young son's cock-bulge and thought about how lovely it would be to suck him off and drink his cum.
She had never done anything about her lustful desires, figuring that incest was wicked, but she had enjoyed many a fantasy about blowing the boy.
Now, having discovered that her sibling was giving Carl a blow-job, at least--and, if she knew Maggie, she was probably fucking him and taking his cock up the ass, as well--Jeanne became an inferno of raging desire.
There was no longer any need at all to wait downstairs for Carl, and she was eager to join her husband in bed and fuck herself silly on his cock while she thought lurid thoughts about their son.
And so Jeanne did not phone back.
Instead, with her tongue tingling and her cunt steaming, she went on upstairs, horny for her husband's cock--and intending to make believe that it was her son's cock.
But, to her surprise, Sam was not in their bed.
She looked in the bathroom and he was not there, either.
Where in hell had he gone?
She soon found out...
CHAPTER TEN
Standing in the hall, puzzled, Jeanne heard a sound from her daughter's room.
She didn't know that Donna was home from the dance yet and could only assume that her husband must be in the girl's bedroom.
But why?
Exciting possibilities dawned on her.
Did Sam like to he on their little girl's bed and entertain incestuous ideas while he stroked his prick? Did he like to sniff the teenager's dirty panties, maybe, or jack off in her bra?
Since Jeanne had been having all sorts of hot incestuous urges for their son, she could hardly blame her husband if he was horny for their nubile daughter.
It made Jeanne even more aroused.
She figured that it would be a real kinky thrill to peek in and catch Sam beating his meat into their daughter's underwear or cumming on her sheets, so that the innocent girl would soon be sleeping in his spilled spunk.
She figured she would spy for a few minutes, then join him before he shot his cum-load, confessing that she shared his incestuous fantasies.
She moved silently down the hall.
Donna's door was not fully closed, for Sam, not realizing they were going to be doing anything naughty, had not bothered to shut it.
And as Jeanne approached, she was suddenly startled to hear Donna's voice.
The fact in itself wasn't so surprising, since it was the girl's own room and she could have gotten home without telling them she had returned.
It was the young girl's words that so greatly startled her mother when she overheard them.
"Let me suck you some more, Daddy--" Oh, my God! thought Jeanne. Her husband and daughter were having oral sex!
Jeanne was astounded--but she wasn't at all unhappy about it. The woman wasn't hurt or angry or disgusted--she was thrilled and envious.
She sneaked up and peeked in.
The sight made her tremble and yearn. Jeanne was horny to join them for a family threesome.
But first she thought she would watch for a while, pleasuring her eyes before she got involved...
Sam was lying belly up, his great cock-lance looming up in a meaty tower. His prick was glistening with drool and it was evident that it had already been in his little girl's mouth--that the teenager had already swallowed a load of her father's fuck-juice but was greedy for more.
Jeanne couldn't blame her.
Hungry to drink from her son's cock, she could hardly castigate her daughter for having the same dark desires for her daddy's cock and cum.
Donna curled on her slim flank beside her father's pelvis, bending down, plump tits jiggling saucily. Twisting her slender torso from the hips, she swung her tits back and forth so that the stiff nipples brushed his cock-head.
Then she dove down and took that hot, purple prick-knob into her sensual lips, sucking softly.
Sam bridged up, stuffing his big cock deeper into her lovely face.
"Turn around, baby," he rasped.
Donna whimpered on his prick and began to rotate her nubile body. Without taking the head of his cock out of her mouth, she spun around as if revolving on a prick pivot, reversing her position.
She shifted one leg across and knelt over her father's upturned face in the sixty-nining position. His head came up to meet her pussy and the lithe girl ground her groin down onto his eager face.
They began to eat each other with enthusiasm, savoring inverted oral love.
Sam's tongue shot up into Donna's cunt and her mouth swallowed down toward his balls.
They pumped together in unison, feasting together like any happy family sharing a Thanksgiving banquet.
Watching this, Jeanne started to frig her cunt and clit automatically. But then she whipped her hand away. Why waste a cumming on a hand- job when there were so many more interesting ways to get her rocks off?
Donna and her daddy sucked on each other for a while, and then the girl pulled her pussy off his face and began to turn again.
Sam's ardent lapper kept lashing at the air, spraying out pussy-juice. He was hot to eat her out more, but supposed his little girl wanted to finish him first, so she could savor his cum without the distraction of having her cunt getting tongue-fucked at the same time.
But then she drew her mouth off his cock and knelt upright beside his flank. She threw one knee over and straddled his loins.
"I wanna sit on your cock, Daddy," she sighed.
Sam hesitated.
Sucking with the girl was one thing, but fucking her was another. It was the ultimate act of incest, breaking the final taboo.
And she was still a virgin, besides.
But the thought of taking his own daughter's cherry aroused him even more.
"Yeah, baby--sit on my prick and fuck yourself silly!"
Were they going too far now?
Should Jeanne, wife and mother, rush in and prevent them from going all the way?
Like hell!
If her horny husband and nubile daughter were going to fuck, Jeanne was sure as shit going to enjoy watching the performance-- while she waited for the time that audience participation was called for.
Sam's rigid fucker loomed up against Donna's slim tummy and she wriggled against it like a purring kitten. With his massive balls jammed to her curly blonde cunt-bush, his cock- head towered up nearly to her tits.
She could just imagine what it was going to feel like to have that long, thick, throbbing cock-shaft fucked up her creamy cunt-hole.
She slid up his huge prick-stalk as if she were shimmying up a tree. His wet prick-knob slid no down her belly and nestled in her golden vee, then dipped back into her groin.
The nimble teenager balanced on the end of her daddy's prick, swaying around, her lovely, trim little ass jerking and her hips shooting out from side to side as she poised on his cock-knob.
Her cunt-slot sucked on his cock-head.
That fat slab was stirring her creamy bowl to a froth, and pussy nectar was pouring down his prick and running over his bloated balls.
Jeanne breathed in the fragrance of hot cock- meat and steamy pussy and drooled. The lustful lady was damned near as hungry for her little girl's creamy cunt as she had been for her son's prick and jizz.
Donna squirmed around and the hard, round cheeks of her ass parted, exposing the tiny, puckered bud of her asshole. Her mom drooled over that tart and tasty-looking little ass, abandoned to dark desire.
Then Donna started to push her pussy very slowly down on her daddy's cock. His cock- head sank in and her cunt-lips collared his fucker just as her mouth had before. Inch by inch, the thick, veined cock-shaft vanished.
With half of his huge prick stuffed up her pussy, Donna felt her cherry go.
She paused there, trembling and shuddering, cunt-juice gushing from her cock-stuffed cunt in a deluge. Her hips turned, twisting her pussy on his prick.
Then she sank down and took all of her daddy's cock.
Donna whimpered as she felt her pussy full of hard cock-meat for the first time.
Sam groaned with the joy of having every single inch of his prick enveloped in his little girl's clinging cunt-hole.
They were both in ecstasy.
And so, too, was a watching wife and mother...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Donna held her father's prick all up her pussy, squatting down on his loins. The horny teenager was experiencing a joy she had never known before--and experimenting with her own fuck-muscles.
The first time that Donna had sucked a cock, she had known just how to go about it, as if it were a talent inbred in her--and now she discovered that she knew instinctively how to fuck, too.
Her inner cunt-rings rippled and fluttered up her father's cock-shaft from root to crown, sucking on the pounding cock-meat like a voracious mouth.
She squirmed around, winding her cunt-hole on his fucker in a screwing movement, adding torque to the suction of her squeezebox pussy.
Her cunt-sleeve contracted, molding her fuck- tunnel to the contours of his cock, clinging and gripping to every precious inch of that incestuous insertion.
"Ohhhh, Daddy--I love it!" she babbled. "I love having you up my cunt, Daddy. I love fucking you--I want your big cock up my cunt all the time, Daddy." She paused, then grinned and added: "Except when it's in my mouth."
Sam grunted and started to hump.
She held the penetration and for the first few strokes he simply bounced her nimble body up and down on his belly, flopping her tits and jolting her ass.
Then Donna began to move in counterpoint, pulling her pussy up as he withdrew and dropping back down to meet him as he lunged up from the creaking bed.
From the foot of the bed, Jeanne had a perfect look at the action. She watched her husband's enormous, vein-seamed cock-shaft go in and come out and saw his daughter's pliable cunt-lips suck and ripple. Glistening pussy- nectar poured from the girl's cock-stretched pussy.
"Screw, Daddy! Fuck me silly! Fuck my brains out!" Donna urged.
But she was setting the pace, herself, as she rode on her father's upthrust prick.
His cock hissed into her fuck-hole, pumping her cunt-cream out as he filled her full. He reached up to play with her plump tits, then held her by her hips and helped her to ride him faster. He lifted her up and slammed her back down on his big fucker.
Donna danced on his prick, going wild. She felt as if that long fuck-rod was transfixing her, the cock-knob pounding a path right through her vital organs, shoving her heart and lungs aside to make room. She slammed down and shuddered, wondering if his prick was going to come out of her mouth.
"Cummin--cummin, Daddy!" the teenager cried.
Sam felt his daughter's wet, clinging cunt begin to melt on his cock. It thrilled the man even more than when the girl had creamed on his tongue and her cunt-cum had poured into his mouth.
He hammered upward. His cock sank into her cunt like a sky rocket, filling her to the brim. His balls gave a mighty surge and he climaxed.
Donna wailed with rapture when she felt her father's hot fuck-juice geyser into her cunt-core.
She wallowed on his groin, stuffing her pussy and creaming off each time he shot more jizz into her. His prick kept spraying the spunk up Donna, and the girl was shuddering in her own cumming frenzy.
"Daddy--Daddy--Daddy!" Donna babbled as she fucked herself mindless on his thundering prick.
They peaked together and ebbed together, coming down through the slow spiral of contentment.
His final squirt splattered into her pussy, and a last spasm of orgasm shook her to the core. She settled down, keeping his cock in her cunt.
Her face tilted down, a smile of rapture causing the girl to glow radiantly.
Her pussy was stuck to the hilt of his prick, and cunt-cum and fuck-slime oozed out like paste as she wriggled and jiggled on the man's loins.
"I just adore fucking, Daddy," she sighed.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned.
"Can we screw a lot, from now on?" she whispered.
"Y--yes, darling. We can suck and fuck a lot--whenever we get some time alone," he promised. "But we'll have to be careful. We don't want your mother or brother to ever catch us in bed."
Donna giggled girlishly.
"Wow! What would Mom say, if she knew?" she said.
But Mom already knew, of course--and approved with all her horny heart.
"Can we do it again, Daddy? Just once more?" the greedy teenager begged.
Sam looked undecided.
Obviously, he wanted to, but he was afraid that Jeanne might decide to come upstairs now, getting tired of waiting for Carl.
Donna began to jiggle on his prick, then pulled her pussy up and down through a few inches. The girl, no longer burning with lust since she had creamed and had a cuntful of her daddy's cum, looked young and playful as she amused herself on his prick.
But the sliding friction had its effect, and they both began to get hot again. She pumped faster and Sam heaved upward to match her pace.
Both were thinking they had better hurry up and get their rocks off again, before they were interrupted.
But Jeanne, although she was greatly enjoying playing the peeper, could bear to wait no longer.
Wearing precious little to begin with, she now stripped for action and, stark naked, walked into the bedroom wearing only a smile.
"Jeanne! Oh, jeez!" Sam croaked.
Donna, spiked on her father's prick, twisted around to stare at her mother in dismay.
But it could hardly escape their attention that Mom was naked and grinning, and that the woman certainly didn't show any resentment.
"Don't stop," she rasped.
She curled onto the foot of the bed.
"I've been watching from the door--and now I wanna have a closer look," she announced, as she leaned toward her little girl's ass and gazed down into her groin.
Sam and Donna were relieved that the woman approved of their incest--and delighted that she seemed more than willing to take part in the play.
Sam was keen on the idea of having a threesome with his wife and daughter both involved. And Donna was wondering if her mom shared her interest in cunt-lapping. The girl had always been curious about lesbian love, imagining going to bed with one of her teenaged girlfriends.
The idea of fucking with Mom thrilled her so much that she began to tremble like a leaf--a leaf shaking on the long limb of her father's prick, in fact.
Already guilty of incest with Daddy, Donna was hot to make it with her mom, too, the very thought of lesbian sex driving her crazy.
The nimble teenager began to fuck up and down on her father's prick faster and harder. She kept looking back over her shoulder to see what her mother's face looked like as the lady looked on in fascination.
She saw that Mom was licking her lips and knew for sure that it was bisexual desire that was causing the woman to look so hungry.
Jeanne was inhaling the sweet scent of cock and cunt as they fucked, the randy aroma heavy and mouth-watering.
Jeanne gazed up at Donna's face questioningly.
"You wanna lick us, Mom?" Donna moaned.
It was invitation enough for Jeanne.
Tongue first, she dove into their groins...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jeanne started licking and sucking on her husband's hairy balls, but that was only the first course. She could suck Sam's cock whenever she liked, and right now she was more interested in giving some head to her daughter.
She nuzzled Sam's balls, then shifted up and began to kiss the firm cheeks of Donna's ass. She placed her open hands on the round globes and spread them open, running her lapper up the girl's ass-crack.
Jeanne began to fuck her tongue into the girl's tangy asshole and sucked on the rippling ass- ring, French kissing her little girl's sweet ass.
Sam could hear Jeanne slurping away behind Donna, but her mouth was no longer working on his balls and he looked puzzled, not sure what she was doing.
"Ooooooh, Mommy's got her fucking tongue stuck up my asshole, Daddy!" the little minx moaned.
The knowledge that her mother was rimming out their kid caused Sam to shudder violently, and he began to fuck his prick into the girl furiously.
Jeanne sucked ass for a few tasty minutes, then slid back down into their coupled crotches. Donna rose up on quivering knees, dragging her pussy up so that only her father's bulging cock- head was in her cunt-slot.
She poised there atop his cock like a French chef proudly presenting a masterpiece--serving her hungry mother a mixed platter, a smorgasbord of cunt and cock.
Jeanne ran her lapper slowly up the raised ridge of Sam's pulsating ventral vein and lapped at Donna's cunt-lips as she slid up to them.
"Oh! Now she's licking my cunt, Daddy!" squealed the frantic teenager, knowing it would thrill the man.
Sam jolted into her and Jeanne stuck her tongue up the girl's cunt in tandem with his prick.
"Cum--cream!" the woman gurgled in their groins, yearning to suck up the spillage of their cumming.
Sam, turned on totally by the depraved knowledge that his wife and daughter were into bisexual love, hammered into Donna's pussy and shot his cum-load.
Great geysers of hot cum pumped into her.
Donna could have creamed off on his cum- spurting prick, if she had wanted to. But she was holding back, saving her next cumming for her mom's tongue.
Sam emptied his balls violently and sank back with a groan of complete satisfaction.
Donna whipped her cunt up and down on his spent cock as her mother lapped voraciously at slimy cock and cunt together.
The girl squirmed up and deliberately pulled her pussy from his cock-head, letting his prick flop down.
Jeanne sucked her husband's spent cock into her mouth and nursed greedily--not so much interested in sucking that ever-so-familiar prick as she was in tasting her little girl's pussy-nectar on the prick-meat.
She slurped all the creamy goodness up as Donna daintily drew away. The teenager turned and sat on the bed, beside her father's hips. She was watching her mother suck his cock, but knew that was only a preliminary. Her own pussy was the main course, so Donna spread her slim thighs wide and offered her creamy cunt to her mom.
"Watch, Daddy--watch while Mommy eats out my cunt," the naughty girl whimpered.
Sam's head snapped up, his eyes round and glowing with passion. He was eager to see the lesbian incest, and the fact that he was watching increased the depraved thrill of it for the females.
"Yeah--yeah--eat cunt!" Sam cried.
Jeanne gave the thoughtful little sexpot a look of pure devotion and slid down from her tits.
She tongued out her shallow belly button and licked her blonde pussy-bush. She sank down lower and began to run her nimble tongue up the insides of the girl's thighs, licking up the ribbons of cunt-juice and jizz that had trickled down there.
"Don't tease me, Mommy! Eat my cunt!" Donna wailed in desperation, longing for that hot lapper.
Jeanne poised over her daughter's pussy, gazing at that creamy delicacy and inhaling the heady fumes. The woman was dizzy with desire, so hot for her little girl's pussy that she felt faint from hunger.
Sam rose up on one elbow, twisting his torso toward them, getting a ringside seat.
Donna slid a hand down into her groin and pulled her pliable pussy wide open. Rivers of juice and cream ran out of her pink pussy-slot.
"Eat me, Mommy!" she moaned.
Jeanne's face lowered and Donna jerked her hand out of the way and tilted her cunt up.
Jeanne began to tongue out the girl's gooey cunt-gash and lick her trembling clit. Her tongue laved and lashed and swirled in the creamy hole.
Then her lips fitted to the pussy-slot and she began to suck.
"Ahhhhh--Mommy! Drink me!" Donna wailed.
"Ummmmmm--ummmm!" Jeanne sighed, as she dined on that delectable pussy.
Her tongue snaked up the chute and her lips nursed on the unfurled rim. Her mouth filled up with cunt-juice and she gulped it down in a cunt-lapping frenzy, and Donna spilled out another mouthful.
Donna's pussy was sucking on her mother's tongue like a hungry mouth being French kissed. The flow got thicker as her pussy-juice turned to cum-cream.
"Creamin'! Creamin', Mom!" she cried.
"Ahhhh! Cum in Mommy's mouth!" Jeanne urged, the words muffled as her lips worked on that hairy snack.
Donna folded her legs around her mom's buried head and undulated, saddled on her face. Her ass hiked up and swung from side to side as she ground her groin around in a lathered frenzy, melting in her mother's mouth.
The limber girl jerked faster, peaking out and holding at the crest. Then she began to slow down as the waves of her pleasure passed and faded.
The girl lay back, spread out across the bed.
Her mom kept munching away, eating her pussy, savoring the last gooey drops.
Donna's cunt and clit were content.
But now her tongue and lips were horny.
The prospect of plating her mother's pussy thrilled the naughty teenager every bit as much as having Mom eat her out.
With the lower half of her face still rooting around in her daughter's sodden cunt, Jeanne gazed up the girl's arched body--and saw that Donna was sticking her tongue out tantalizingly.
"You want to eat me, baby?" Jeanne purred into the girl's pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Sit on my face, Mom! I'm hot to suck your cunt off!" Donna wailed.
Jeanne moaned with joy.
The woman had been preoccupied with her tongue, perfectly satisfied to give head--but finding out that her daughter wanted to return the favor made her tremble with anticipation.
Jeanne felt a surge of pride for having given birth to such a sex-crazed daughter--and a surge of joy because she was about to reap the benefits of Donna's depravity.
The woman snuffled around in the girl's swampy pussy for a few more moments, then began to move up her body. She paused, mounted like a man about to fuck in the missionary position.
Donna locked her legs around her mom's haunches.
Jeanne began to hump, just as if she were fucking the girl with a prick.
Donna undulated and squirmed, humping and rubbing her cunt-mound against her mother's hairy pussy, moving sensually and sinuously.
It made Jeanne, ultra-feminine lady that she was, wish that she did have a prick.
Then she slid up higher, dragging her pussy up Donna's tummy and squatting over her upthrust tits. She whipped her cunt-slot on those pert tits, her swollen clit brushing Donna's nipples.
Donna craned her head up, her chin on her breastbone, gazing at the wet cunt that was mopping her tit-mounds and juicing into her cleavage.
Her mouth was salivating, as hot for her mom's cunt as she had been for her daddy's cock.
"Feed me, Mom! I need to eat your hairy pussy, Mommy--I wanna sink my tongue in your cunt!"
The saucy teenager was whipping her lapper around, as if showing her mother how nimble it was, or maybe getting it limbered up for the action ahead of her.
Jeanne shifted up, resting her firm ass on the girl's creamy tits and shoving her bushy cunt out as Donna's face went down to meet it.
Jeanne held her cunt-slot stretched wide open with her fingers and Donna went right to work, tongue-fucking as deep as she could and sucking on the woman's cunt with a gash-gulper's glee.
Donna needed no practice or training. Cunt- sucking came as naturally to her as cock-sucking did. She wondered if she had inherited the knack and the ability from her mother, if cunt-lapping was in her blood.
It was sure in her mouth, anyhow.
The girl French kissed her mom's fuck-hole and Jeanne began to juice off lavishly. Donna gulped the goo down and sucked more out voraciously.
Jeanne moaned and fucked her little girl's face, creaming off spectacularly, while Donna spooned the cunt-cum out with her lapper and swallowed it with joy.
Even before she had finished mopping up this first cum-load, Donna was thinking ahead of all the pleasure she would have from now on, in her mother's groin.
Jeanne drained her pussy off, cranking her crotch on Donna's mouth, her carnal cream pouring out as if she were giving her cunt an oil change.
Finished foaming, the voluptuous lady squatted on the teenager's face for a while, letting her cunt-starved daughter lap up the last of her snack.
Then she dismounted, smiling blissfully, and they fell into a fond embrace. Belly to belly, they clung together and kissed passionately, tongues sliding back and forth.
Both of their mouths were so full of pussy- cream that kissing seemed the same as cunt-lapping.
"Wanna dive on me again, Mom?" the insatiable little minx chirped. "Or shall I go down on you again?"
It was all the same to Donna. Her tongue was as horny as her cunt, and she didn't care which she satisfied next.
But now Sam was ready for more satisfaction.
He was panting with passion, inspired by the rare sight of a mother and daughter--his wife and his daughter--giving each other enthusiastic head.
His massive cock was jolting as it loomed vibrantly up from his newly refilled balls.
"Hey--how about me?" he rasped.
Donna and Jeanne looked at him and smiled, then looked at each other, questioningly.
They realized they had a problem.
They had two hot cunts, but only the one cock to service the both of them!
Both mother and daughter were eager for a cuntful of prick as the natural follow-up to the cunt-lapping, but Sam could only handle one pussy at a time.
He had shuffled closer and they began to lick the head of his cock, both tonguing the slab at the same time, kissing each other with his cock- knob flaring and throbbing between their fervent lips.
Donna was considerate.
"You wanna fuck Daddy, now?" she sighed.
Well, Jeanne did, but she hesitated.
A parent had an obligation to her child, a duty to deprive herself when her daughter was in need. Jeanne figured that she should make the sacrifice--at least temporarily.
She was not a selfish woman, and she had fucked Sam damned near every night for years now, while their little girl had had the pleasure only once.
"No, baby--you can have him," she rasped.
Donna beamed, and so did Sam.
Sam loved his wife, to be sure, but daughter- fucking was more on his mind, now that he knew the joy of incest.
"Fuck Donna, darling--and then I can suck your cum out of her cunt," Jeanne said, looking on the bright side.
Donna dropped back and spread out.
Her father mounted her.
Jeanne grasped his big cock and guided it into their daughter's pussy, stirring the cock-knob in her slot as if she were mixing paint.
Sam began to inch his prick in.
Jeanne hovered over them to watch, her own pussy on fire, wishing they had another prick available.
Her wish would soon be granted...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Deciding that her sister was not going to phone back and wondering, without too much concern, if Jeanne had become suspicious, Maggie pulled her hot mouth off her nephew's still-rampant prick.
"Is it nice to cum in Aunt Maggie's mouth, baby?" she purred, grinning wantonly.
"Jeez, yeah! I don't know which feels better, Aunt Maggie--your mouth or your cunt."
"You can have either--or both--whenever you want to, Carl. You'll have to come over and visit me a lot, from now on. I want to keep your balls emptied."
The boy looked down at his cock, grinning in gleeful expectation. His potent, teenage cock was still stiff and his balls were swollen.
"You gonna empty 'em again, before I have to go home?" he asked, hopefully.
"Of course, you dear boy," she purred.
Then she smiled wickedly.
"You've had my cunt and my mouth. Would you like to fuck me up the ass, now?"
Carl gulped. Jeez, his aunt was really naughty--and he was mighty glad of it!
Aunt Maggie got down on her hands and knees on the floor, dropping her head down to the carpet and hiking her trim ass up high, wriggling it provocatively.
"Butt-fuck me, baby!" she whimpered.
Carl knelt upright behind her haunches and spread her ass-cheeks open with his hands. Her tight little shit-hole looked much too small to take his big prick, but he guessed that Aunt Maggie knew better--that the naughty woman had taken cocks up her hot ass before.
He figured he should lubricate the slot and bent down to tongue out her asshole, slobbering into it. He stuck his nose in and snuffled the aromatic socket, imagining that snug slot gripping his cock.
Then he fitted his cock-knob into her asshole.
His cock-knob flared out, still seemingly much too huge to wedge into that hot harbor. But her ass-ring rippled and slowly opened to accommodate the passage.
He started to work the big reamer in.
Aunt Maggie reached back between her kneeling thighs and fondled his swinging balls as he forced his prick up her shit-chute, inch by sweet inch.
His cock-head was the widest part of his fucker. It levered up, opening her ass-channel, blazing a trail for his hard cock-shaft to follow.
He thrust hard and, smooth as silk, all of his prick disappeared in his aunt's asshole.
Carl gasped down in disbelief.
His balls were ballooning in her crotch and his cock was embedded to the base. She gurgled with delight, feeling his cock-head flare in her bowels and his cock-stalk work like a crowbar up her ass-guts.
Aunt Maggie's cunt was creaming all over his balls as she rubbed them into her groin. She jerked, pulling her asshole halfway up his prick, then slamming back and taking it all again. The boy's lean, flat belly bounced on her high, round ass.
"Ream me out, Carl! Pack the fudge! Oooooh! Turn my ass to creamed caramel candy!"
Carl tugged back against the clinging suction. His prick came out like a taffy pull.
Then he fucked up her ass again.
Aunt Maggie's ass was sucking and swallowing as if it were trying to digest his living cock- meat in reverse, the back end of her digestive tract milking his cock as hungrily as her mouth had.
The boy wondered if the head of his cock was floating in the cum she had swallowed before, so deep was it ramming up her guts.
Her shit-chute relaxed and opened slightly, letting his fucker slide in and out faster. He was jolting her ass on his cock-thrusts, shaking her to the core as he bottomed out in her hot ass-guts.
Aunt Maggie began to cream off on his balls, as she worked them in her fuck-slot and against her clit. Tides of cunt-cum gushed from her gash, drenching his balls. She slid her middle finger up her cunt-hole and felt his prick pounding up the twin tunnel. "Jizz my ass! Blow it up my bowels!" she cried, hot to feel his slimy enema.
He heaved into her heavenly haunches as her ass-guts worked on his cock, giving him a blow- job backwards.
His fuck-foam was soon squirting into her ass-guts.
Aunt Maggie squealed with ecstasy as the boy's cum pumped into her trembling ass.
She could still taste his cum on her tongue.
It made her think that his jizz must be pouring straight through her digestive tract and welling up in her mouth again, boiling out of her gullet.
The virile boy shot as much cum into her ass as he had into her mouth and cunt, creaming off dynamically into her seething shitter.
Geysers of cock-cream spurted into her ass- guts and Aunt Maggie melted all over his balls as, jolting together in a frenzy, they drained off together.
Carl slumped over her ass, panting.
Aunt Maggie squirmed around a bit, making sure she had milked him to the bone. She was looking radiant now. She had had her nephew in all ways--and the wicked woman was looking forward to his next visit.
But, with that in mind, she didn't want to give his mother any cause for suspicion, not being certain how her sister would feel about incest-- not that she needed to worry about that in the least.
She began to pull her asshole off his cock.
Her tight ass-ring clung to his prick snugly, and for a moment Carl wondered if they were stuck together.
But then his prick came slithering out and the fat cock-knob popped from her asshole with a slurp.
That puckered bud stayed open and great globs of jizz came bubbling out.
Carl gazed down in awe at his Aunt Maggie's ass. He bent down and kissed her ass with tender reverence, as if paying homage to her lovely ass.
She wriggled her ass in his face, purring. Then she twisted around, grinning.
"Let me clean up," she said.
Her lips parted and Carl jammed his ass-soaked prick out eagerly. Aunt Maggie sucked the soiled cock-meat into her hot mouth and nursed, sucking up the cum and the ass- juice from his prick.
She polished his cock-knob until it gleamed.
And, in the process, she was making the vigorous youngster's cock stiffen again. But before he was fully hard once more, she removed her mouth from his cock.
She looked at his wet prick wistfully.
But he had been at her apartment for a long time now, and Aunt Maggie knew that the boy should be getting back home before his mother began to wonder.
Milking him off again would be greedy now--and it might deny her future incestuous visits.
So she suggested that Carl had better leave.
The boy, too, understood that it was for the best, and he offered no protest.
Aunt Maggie walked him to the door and they kissed good night, and then he dropped down and kissed her cunt, as well, in a fond, parting gesture.
Then Carl left to walk home.
But his cock had been half sucked again, and he had left with the taste of pussy on his tongue. And before he had gone half a block, he had another hammering hard-on.
Well, it couldn't be helped.
Carl figured that he would just have to jack himself off when he got to bed.
But that wouldn't be necessary, at all...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carl was walking like a cowboy, his legs bowed out around his balls, practically stooped over his big cock by the time he got to the house.
He sneaked in furtively, hoping everyone had already gone to bed, not wanting his mom or dad to see him with his hard prick bulging in his jeans.
There was no one downstairs and he went on up, heading for his bedroom, supposing he would have to jack off alone now.
But Carl never got to his bedroom.
Following his jutting hard-on down the upstairs hallway, he came abreast of his sister's bedroom--and heard her bed squeaking, and plenty of panting.
The boy stopped dead, fascinated.
Was his sexy big sister finger-fucking herself? Or had she sneaked a boy into her room?
It was sure worth a peak.
And maybe more!
Carl had often had naughty thoughts about his gorgeous sister when he was stroking his prick--and about his mother, as well, although he had no idea that that, too, was applicable in this situation.
He had never for a moment imagined that he would ever have sex with his sister--before. But now that Aunt Maggie had so energetically introduced the young man to the delights of incest, he was wondering if maybe Donna might be game for some sibling sex.
He peeked into her bedroom--and damned near fainted at what he saw!
Donna was spread out naked and Daddy was starting to push his cock into her pussy--and Mom was curled up beside them, her tongue hanging out, panting as she looked on with obvious approval and encouragement!
Carl's whole fucking family was depraved.
His mother and father and aunt and sister were all degenerates and involved in incest!
What did the boy think about that?
He felt left out! Even though he'd just come from the arms of his gorgeous Aunt Maggie-- and her mouth, cunt and asshole, as well--Carl felt deprived, as he spied on the family frolic.
Yet some instinct told the young man that he would not be unwelcome in that orgy.
He began to undress as he stared longingly into the bedroom at the threesome--a threesome he was soon to even out to round numbers.
Naked, his big prick standing like a lighthouse before his belly, he waited for the proper moment to make his presence known.
He didn't have long to wait...
Sam fucked in balls-deep and held all of his prick stuck up Donna's sizzling pussy. She writhed and thrashed about like a fish on a hook.
"Screw me, Daddy! Fuck--fuck!" she wailed.
Her father began to pull out and fuck back in, his balls hammering on her grinding ass.
Jeanne was crawling about, licking here and there, lapping at the edges and tonguing the rims. She sucked on Donna's tits, then slipped back to rim out Sam's asshole and lick his swinging balls. Shepherding them, she circled the coupling. She shoved her lovely face right into their groins and tongued cock and cunt in conjunction.
This was amazing and thrilling Carl, who hadn't realized his mother and sister were bisexual.
Then Jeanne drew back with a sigh.
"I hope you'll have some stiff prick left for me, when you finish with Donna," she said. "I need a hard cock!"
And that was her son's cue.
They all gasped when Carl strode in, but he was naked and his rigid cock was just what the doctor ordered--huge and hard.
"I've been fucking Aunt Maggie!" he proudly announced as he moved up to the bed, wanting them to know that he, too, was into incest.
His mother didn't hesitate for a moment.
She was past all inhibition in her passion. She took her son's huge cock into her mouth and sucked with wild enthusiasm.
Carl fucked into her face.
The boy was ready to cream, anyhow, getting turned on by watching. And his mom's mouth was magic and the physical sensations were embellished powerfully by the fact that it was his own mother's mouth on his prick.
Carl creamed off at once.
His mother drank his cum.
She swallowed most of the boy's jism, but some spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin.
The sight thrilled Sam and Donna as they stared, seeing what she was gulping down.
They began to fuck faster under the stimulation, as Carl drained off in Jeanne's maw. He fed her plenty of cum, but his prick didn't yield an inch. The boy was so sexually excited that as his balls emptied off, his cock only got harder and fatter.
And Jeanne was glad of that!
She sucked the last drop of cum from his piss hole, then spun away and knelt with her ass toward him. She shoved her face down into Sam's groin from behind.
"Fuck me like a dog, Carl!" the woman wailed, her pleas muffled in Sam's crotch.
Carl moved up behind her, mounting her as he had his aunt, but aiming for her pussy instead of her ass. The boy was hot to ass-fuck his sexy mother, to be sure, but first he wanted her cunt-hole.
"Be a mother-fucker!" she howled.
And Carl slid his cock-head into her cunt, paused for a second to savor the anticipation-- then rammed all of his prick up his mom's fuck-hole.
Jeanne cried out in rapture as her cunt was filled with her young son's bloated cock-meat. Her inner cunt-muscles sucked and pulled, and he had to tug back hard to draw his cock out of her cunt. Then he fucked in again.
Stuffing her pussy, he tilted her ass up and levered her head down. Jeanne was sucking in Donna's crotch as Sam's glistening prick fucked in and out.
Her cunt gripped his prick tightly, pulsing, pumping like a squeezebox on his fucker. He held her by her hips and twisted her body around as he drove his cock in under the firm cheeks of her ass and filled her cunt with fuck- stroke after fuck-stroke.
Sam fucked his daughter vigorously, and Carl poured the prick to his voluptuous mother. The two couples were linked together by Jeanne's tongue and lips, but fucking two by two. How lucky it was that Carl had gotten home to make up a foursome. The odd numbers had been awkward, and doubling up was more fulfilling.
Sam's ass corkscrewed as he fucked his little girl's juicy pussy.
Jeanne's face rubbed up and down in their crotches. Desire was making her tremble.
She licked Sam's balls and tongued his slimy prick as it came pulling out. She stabbed her tongue into Donna's cunt and danced it against her stiff clit. Then she flattened her tongue and dragged it up with a long, wet, slurping stroke that ended up in Sam's asshole.
Sam was all set to shoot, and when Jeanne's tongue fucked into his ass, he gasped and his jism geysered out, flooding his daughter's fuck- hole with another cum-load.
Donna gurgled and orgasmed on his prick.
Jeanne licked back down from Sam's asshole to his groin and began to spoon up all of their combined cum-creams as the milky fluids gushed from her daughter's cock-stuffed pussy. Her tongue gathered the fuck-slime and her greedy lips sucked it up. The wanton woman was swallowing their fuck-juices, filling her belly as her son made ready to fill her cunt-hole.
Carl was staring over his mom's shoulder as he fucked her pussy. Seeing her sucking up cunt- cum and cock-cream thrilled the youth damned near as much as fucking her was doing, and he surged to his crest.
The boy's cum hosed Jeanne's cunt and she climaxed, her clit tingling and her pussy turning to paste.
They all fucked through the trembling spasms and the mounting waves, draining off together.
Sam was starting to flag a bit, but Carl was still rock hard and randy. Sam and Jeanne, devoted parents, looked on with approval while Carl and Donna did some sibling sucking, then finished with a fuck.
That ignited Sam anew. And Jeanne had an ever-ready cunt, so the parents joined in again, locking up with the kids in a complex cluster- fuck, so intricately woven together that neither Sam nor his son was exactly sure if his prick was in Donna or Jeanne.
But it didn't matter at all.
All the couplings were relative and these close relations rutted away, trying out all the combinations possible for four sex-crazed fuckers.
When Carl suggested they phone Aunt Maggie and ask her to join them, they all agreed it was a good idea.
