The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through very violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in A FAMILY'S LOVE, the Johnsons, are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
A FAMILY'S LOVE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bonnie Johnson pulled her coat tighter around her tits and felt her pussy tingle with fear. She had strayed rather far from the safety of her family's cabin and she was beginning to think she was lost in the woods. The wind blew her hair across her face and she looked up at the threatening, grey sky.
Turning up her collar, Bonnie trudged on in a search for a familiar sign. Hearing the water before she saw it, she soon recognized the bubbling rush of the creek which she knew flowed past the cabin. All she needed to do was follow it in the right direction and she'd be home safe!
Because the surrounding growth was laced with thorns, Bonnie had to be careful about making her way to the creek. If somebody had been at the water's edge they wouldn't have heard her approaching. And, in fact, this was precisely the case . . .
Mark Johnson had also noticed the darkening sky and had packed up his fishing gear. But, before he went back to the cabin, he took time to finish some personal business.
Grinning, he dropped his hand to his crotch. The familiar bulge was there, as he rubbed his hardening young cock through his jeans. Now he laid back on a bed of leaves and slowly 'un-zipped his fly. A tug at his shorts and his rigid prick twanged into the open.
Mark knew from comparisons with his friends back home that he had a big cock for a boy his age. And the way the throbbing rod of stiff prickmeat rose and fell with the rapid beat of his heart excited him a lot.
The sight of his own hard-on aroused Mark very much. But once he began fingering his jutting prick, his eyes automatically closed and visions of cunt filled his head.
"Oh, baby, lower your wet pussy down on my big cock and let me fuck you," he moaned to his make-believe lover.
Mark's hand, of course, took the place of the cunt about which he fantasized. In truth, he had never even been close to a cunt before. Fleeting glimpses of his sister and mom coming and going from the shower accounted for his entire experience with female nudity.
Mark, however, wasn't the only teenaged member of the Johnson family whose sexual experiences had all been imaginary-until just now.
Bonnie could hardly believe what she saw. But there it was, as big as life. Her own brother's hard, young cock. It was the first prick she'd ever seen!
"Jacking off," she whispered.
The sudden sticky warmth between her legs made Bonnie as instantly aware of her cunt as she was of Mark's prick. She couldn't help matching the two together, despite the fact that her steamy thoughts involved the forbidden suggestion of fucking her own brother.
"Got to get out of here before he spots me," Bonnie warned herself under the sound of the rustling leaves.
But she didn't budge. For now Mark's hand was moving faster and faster along the shaft of his prick. The combination of Bonnie's curiosity and arousal had her paralyzed with anticipation.
"Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me," Mark panted to the girl of his dreams as he beat his meat. "Make me come. Come for you sooooo hard!"
His prick erupted with a creamy torrent. As she watched from the bushes, Bonnie couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take that juice inside of her. And what if he did it in her mouth? What if she swallowed his jizz?
Then Mark's balls were drained. His reddened prick fell and dribbled some stray cum on his jeans. When he reached for a handful of leaves to wipe himself off, Bonnie was aware that in a moment he'd be zipped up and the whole incident would be just a fleeting memory. And, somehow, she just couldn't let that happen.
There wasn't time for her to really think. She just stepped out into the open, with no clear idea of what she'd say or do.
"I saw you, Mark!" Bonnie recklessly declared. "Saw what you were doing to yourself!"
Mark attempted to stuff his cock back into his pants frantically. But his prick was so slippery with his spilled cum that he couldn't get a grip on it. The whole time his sister's eyes remained glued to his sticky crotch.
"Damn it, Sis! Haven't you ever seen a guy's prick before?" he croaked defensively.
"No," Bonnie replied, licking her lips. "At least not like this."
Trapped by her continuing gaze, Mark tried to bluster his way out of his predicament. "Well, then go ahead and stare all you want, if that's what makes you happy. Here, Sis, here! Take a good look at my peter ... my prick ... my cock!"
He held his cock up by the head. Some left-over cum trickled over his fingertips.
"Okay, sure, so I was jacking off," he continued. "So what? I'm normal. A guy's got a right to his privacy. I'll bet you do things to yourself that you don't want the whole world knowing about. You've got a pussy just the same as I've got a cock."
"What about you, Mark? Have you ever seen one?" Bonnie interrupted.
"Seen what?" he choked, seeming suddenly exhausted.
"A pussy," Bonnie said. Mark was so stunned he couldn't speak. But his head shook from side to side.
"You're right," Bonnie said. "It is the same for a girl with her pussy as it is for you and your cock. My pussy is hot and wet right now. Would you like to see my pussy, Mark, the same way I've seen your cock? The first time for both of us?"
Mark found his tongue enough to stammer, "J-Jesus, I don't believe this!"
Bonnie quickly unfastened her jeans, letting them fall from her slender hips. Underneath was a pair of yellow bikini panties and Mark could see they were stained golden at the crotch with the juice from her leaking cunt.
"I got very excited when I watched you jacking off," Bonnie openly confessed. "Most of all when you came. I wondered what it'd be like if your big cock came in me."
She peeled down her soggy panties. There was no sun in the stormy sky, but her wet cunt-lips still glistened for Mark to see. "Want a closer look?" Bonnie asked. Mark gulped as his sister closed the distance between them, kicking off her sneakers, jeans and panties on the way. She straddled his prone body and Mark glanced warily up. She fingered her pussy lips apart so he couldn't help but look inside her pink, moist cunt gash. Some juice from her open cunt dripped down against the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, I'm normal too," Bonnie purred.
"But I don't have to play with myself anymore. I've got you to give me what I need."
"God, Sis . . . do you know what you're saying?" Mark gasped. "I'm your own brother!"
"If that really made any difference to you, then seeing my pussy naked wouldn't make your cock hard again," Bonnie said.
Mark winced when he checked himself out. His cock was very hard for his sister's cunt.
"What're you gonna do, Sis?" Mark whispered.
"Not exactly sure of that myself," Bonnie admitted. "Just have to make it up as I go along, I guess. After all, I'm just as cherry as you are."
Then, easing down on top of her brother, she brought her cunt to within a few inches of his face. He smelled it, gurgling from the ripe female aroma. "I'll eat you if you eat me," Bonnie suggested.
"You mean suck my cock?" Mark panted.
"Only if you're doing the same thing to my pussy. Here, I'll turn around on top of you, like this, and ..."
Mark watched her shift, her head dipping toward his crotch once she'd completed the half-circle above him. He felt her hot breath all over his cock and balls as her pussy opened wider than ever right in his face.
"Who goes first?" Mark muttered.
"Both of us at the same time," Bonnie answered. "When I count to three. One . . . two . . . three ..."
Mark abruptly felt the warmth of her mouth around the head of his cock and automatically his own mouth made contact with her waiting cunt. The incredible sweetness thrilled his taste buds and drew his tongue into her cunt for more. At the same time he felt his cock being swallowed inch by inch.
Kids talked about it at school, so sister and brother knew that what they were doing was called a sixty-nine. Bonnie had a girlfriend who did it with her boyfriend, and Mark knew a guy who bragged about all the chicks he'd scored with this way. But just hearing about it was one thing-actually curling into the magic number to suck cock and eat pussy was some-thing else!
Once they'd tasted between one another's legs, Bonnie and Mark were hopelessly hooked. Already each was looking forward to coming in the other's mouth.
Bonnie climaxed first. It happened when her brother's tongue nudged her clit, at first through the covering of skin, and then directly when the bullet of erect flesh popped free. Sensing he'd found something special, Mark licked the key spot at the top of her cuntslit and was rewarded with a juicy orgasm.
Mark swallowed greedily. He used his tongue like a spoon in his sister's oozing pussy. Then, when her orgasmic spasms lessened, he licked her stiff clit some more and made Bonnie moan and climax all over again.
Meanwhile, as she went from orgasm to orgasm, Bonnie got back to work on her brother's hard-on. She gobbled as much of Mark's cock as she could down her throat and to her surprise she wound up taking the whole thing, which must have been eight thick inches.
With an entire cock in her mouth, Bonnie really turned on the suction. She cupped Mark's balls in her hand, rubbing them while she snaked a finger up into the crack of his ass and tickled his asshole. After about a minute of this, Mark gasped.
"Oh, God, Sis, I'm gonna blow!"
Although she had no experience with climaxing boys, something told Bonnie to stick her finger as far into her brother's asshole as it would reach. When she did, Mark's balls jumped, clinging now to the root of his prick. Then, with a buck of his crotch, the explosion arrived.
The liquid heat spurted halfway down Bonnie's throat. She had trouble swallowing it fast enough and her cheeks swelled from the excess. But Bonnie was determined to drink every bit of her brother's jizz, no matter how much of it his gushing cock unloaded. Mark's cream was just about the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted and no matter how much his big prick fed her, all she wanted was more, more, more!
Then, when his prick finally slowed to a dribble, Mark sighed, "That's it, Sis. I'm through coming. Feels like my cock let go of about a quart."
It felt like about that much to Bonnie too. And now she took her time about downing the rest of her brother's jism, savoring every drop. Then, with the final gulp, she took the last of the delicious cream down.
Once Bonnie had recovered from her latest pleasure, the sixty-nine broke apart. She lay on the leaves beside her brother, looking at his spent prick and wondering how she could get it hard again.
Mark, though, was ahead of her this time. He reached over and began removing the rest of her clothes. When Bonnie was stripped down to nothing, his attention was on her bare tits.
In the past Bonnie had been slightly embarrassed about the smallish size of her tits. But now, with her brother's eyes on them, her titties felt like the most perfect set any girl had ever been blessed with.
"Can I suck them, Sis?" Mark eagerly asked. "Suck your titties?"
"Only on one condition," Bonnie sighed, her nipples throbbing. "That you promise it'll make your cock hard again for me."
"Good as done, Sis," Mark promised.
He pulled Bonnie on top of him, crushing her tits against his face. Then his tongue and mouth were all over them and below, Bonnie felt his prick stiffening against her belly. She popped a nipple into Mark's mouth and he sucked it like a hungry baby. Bonnie could feel the effect all the way down into her cunt.
"Sure would be easy to come this way," she swooned.
Seconds later, she was doing just that. And, as she climaxed, Bonnie smothered her brother's crotch with her cunt, rubbing his cock and balls with the hair and wet cunt-meat between her legs.
"You've got to fuck me before this is over, you know that, don't you?" she murmured hotly in Mark's ear while he sucked her tit. "Neither of us is gonna go back to that cabin cherry."
Mark didn't say anything, increasing his suction. Then Bonnie noticed he was trembling and she realized that, in spite of the sixty-nine and what he was doing to her tits now, her brother was frightened about fucking. Regard-less of how horny he might be for her, she knew she would have to make the move.
She reached down into the hairy crush of their crotches. At first she felt her own cunt, the lips separated and drooling with lust. Then there was Mark's hard-on, throbbing like a piece of living steel.
Bonnie made the key adjustment, with an upward tug at Mark's cock and a spreading dip of her cherry pussy. His cockhead entered her and her pussy was so wet she could hear it squish. Her cunt squished even more as it was penetrated by inch after inch of cockmeat, until Mark's prick was halfway inside her.
She fingered down there some more, feeling his cock going inside her cunt. Her pussylips were stretched and their curly crotch hair was matted together. She felt his balls and her sticky juice that was leaking all over their loins.
"You're fucking me now, kiddo," Bonnie crooned to her brother.
"Jeez, I hope I do it right," Mark gulped. "Don't worry, I'll help you be a stud," Bonnie promised.
Remembering how effective it had been during the sixty-nine, she again put a finger up Mark's asshole. As she dug within to the base of his balls, his hips began to rock, rising and falling. This, in turn, moved his prick in her pussy, generating the brand of friction that fucking was all about.
"How'm I doing, Sis?" Mark anxiously asked.
"Just perfect," Bonnie replied. "But you know what? It's gonna get even better when your big cock finally pushes all the way into my cunt and pops my cherry."
Once again her brother's anxiety returned. "Y-you gonna bleed, Sis?"
She tried to smooth it over. "It's nothing, really. Don't worry."
Mark took a deep breath, then muttered, "Let's get it over with, then."
"Thatta boy!" Bonnie said. "My cherry's just aching to be busted!"
"Sure it won't hurt you, Sis?" Mark asked seriously.
"If it does, it'll hurt sooooo goooooood,"
Bonnie cheered. "Now, c'mon! Let's change places and get the job done."
She fell over to one side, tugging at her brother's half-buried cock with her shifting cunt. He bobbed up on an elbow as they temporarily faced one another on the ground. Then he rolled above her as Bonnie sprawled out on the bed of leaves.
Her long legs quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling his crotch tighter against her. As his prick tried to advance inside her, Mark could feel the virginal resistance in Bonnie's cherry.
Bonnie, of course, felt it too. "Mmmmm, my cherry's more stubborn than I thought. You'll have to shove your cock harder into my pussy, Mark. Fuck me harder, harder!"
When her brother hesitated, Bonnie poked not one but a pair of fingers as far into his asshole as they would reach. Predictably, his crotch surged. But his prick refused to go any deeper into her virgin cunt, buckling from the continuing resistance of her unyielding cherry.
"Can't get my cock in your cunt any more than this," Mark insisted, panting from the futile effort to hilt his sister's pussy.
And, wincing, Bonnie had to admit, "It hurts a lot more than I expected."
"I could just fuck you with my cock half-way in your pussy, Sis," Mark suggested.
"Let's forget about busting your cherry for now." He looked up at the leaden sky, which had become flecked with the first of many swirling flakes of snow. "But we don't have much time," he added.
Bonnie knew he was right. And with the storm on tap, their parents would start calling them to safety before long, perhaps in a matter of minutes.
"Okay, forget about my cherry," Bonnie reluctantly agreed. "Just fuck me the best you can without trying to pop it this time. At least I can get a pussy full of your cum."
She began rocking Mark in the cradle of her thighs, her movements not as reckless as before. To make up for the lack of full penetration, she squeezed the half of the rubbing cock which fucked her with her strong pussy muscles.
"Getting there, Mark?" she eagerly asked. "Gonna come in my cunt pretty soon?"
"Doing the best I can, Sis, and your pussy's grabbing my cock real good," Mark panted. "Just hope I can shoot-off before the folks start looking for us."
The flakes were falling on them now as they fucked. Then the situation became much more severe.
"Bonnie! Mark!" came the call they'd been dreading.
"D-Dad," Mark stammered. "If he catches us fucking . . . God, I don't even wanna think about it, Sis. We've gotta quit."
"Just give me another minute to get your cock coming in my cunt. Please, Mark, please," Bonnie pleaded, wanting the pussy full of her brother's jizz very much.
"No, damn it, no, you horny, little bitch!" Mark hissed, losing his temper.
But when he tried to yank his cock from Bonnie's cunt she wouldn't let go. Then she was pushing up at him with all the strength in her loins.
"Come!" she demanded. "Come, you bastard! Come in my pussy!"
Meanwhile, the snow fell faster than ever. "Bonnie! Mark!" their father shouted from less than a hundred yards away.
"Come, you bastard!" Bonnie repeated.
She reached down and found Mark's balls, squeezing them to force out the cum. His cock surged in her cunt, testing her cherry again, and this time it really hurt her. Bonnie began to sob, thinking that her damned virginity was going to ruin her chance to fuck the jizz out of her brother's cock. But then she heard Mark moan above her. And his cock ... his cock was . . .
"Coming!" Bonnie gratefully swooned. "You're finally coming in my pussy!"
Then with the full flood of her brother's long-awaited climax swamping her fucked pussy, Bonnie was consumed by her own orgasm. Time stood still for her, as she forgot about the snow, her father, everything but coming along with Mark.
"Kids, is that you?" their father called, his voice carrying from the other side of the thorny thicket. The brush snapped as he started working his way through it.
With his spent cock slithering from his sister's dripping pussy, Mark was paralyzed by fear. Obviously it was up to Bonnie to regain her shattered senses and save the day. She didn't know what she'd say until she heard it herself.
"Uh, don't come in here, Daddy. I'm . . . well ... not decent. Making a potty stop. Mark's downstream waiting for me." She congratulated herself for the perfect lie.
"Well, hurry up and finish your business and get back to the cabin. Looks like it might be a blizzard," her father replied.
After Bonnie heard him heading in the other direction, she quickly dressed. Mark, though, remained in a daze. Bonnie wound up having to dress him too. Then she led him back toward the cabin, her wet pussy squishing from all the cum Mark's big cock had poured into it.
CHAPTER TWO
Ken Johnson was glad to be outside chopping wood, even if the snow was coming down in blinding sheets. For he could better deal with his thoughts, and he had plenty on his mind.
He still had trouble believing what he'd seen. But, he knew, he had to accept it. It was just too serious for a father to simply ignore. And so, supporting himself on the ax-handle, Ken Johnson stood alone in the snow, forcing himself to recall the details.
He'd been looking for Bonnie and Mark because the storm was brewing. When he called and they didn't answer, he'd started to worry. Then it occurred to him that they might be up to something and not want to be found. Perhaps they were sneaking a few cigarettes, the way kids do.
If that were the case, Ken wasn't in the mood to make a big deal of it, family trouble was the last thing he wanted on a vacation. But, on the other hand, he did have his responsibility as a parent.
Since he had to find them anyway, Ken decided to try and sneak up on the kids. If his suspicions were unfounded, he could pass it off as a joke. But if they were accurate, he could teach Bonnie and Mark a lesson and then get them back to the cabin.
The creek seemed the logical place to look, its leafy banks the ideal spot for adolescent mischief. Ken started following its winding course, walking quietly so as not to announce his presence.
He heard them first. They were just around a bend. Over the hiss of the water his daughter sounded funny and Ken considered the possibility that she and Mark might be smoking something stronger than regular cigarettes, although they were usually very good kids.
Ken ducked behind a tree, giving himself a clear shot of them without being seen himself. And immediately he wished that all he had to deal with was a little experimental smoking- anything but this!
What does a father do when he stumbles upon his own children and they're half-naked in a sixty-nine? Bonnie was sucking Mark's cock, while he ate her pussy and Ken hadn't known what to do then, just as he was still at a loss while he ran it over in his mind later.
Ken had just stood there, watching, watch-ing-and feeling guiltier by the second. What he saw his son and daughter doing to one another made his cock as hard as a rock! Ken hated to admit it but his naked teenaged daughter turned him on.
Things got even more uncomfortable for him after the kids came in one another's mouths and their sixty-nine gave way to fucking. Ken couldn't help himself. As he eaves-dropped, he pulled his stiff prick out of his pants and jerked off behind the tree. It was only after he'd shot his wad and partially regained his senses that he was able to force himself away from the incestuous scene.
At first he'd wandered around in a daze. Then Ken remembered that his wife was expecting him to bring the kids back to the cabin. So he called out their names at a safe distance, wanting to warn them to finish fucking, since he hadn't the nerve for a confrontation.
Ken had been relieved by the way Bonnie's lie about her using the bathroom had let him off the hook. But then his ordeal really began. He relived details of what had actually happened, endlessly running them over in his mind-as he did now while supposedly chop-ping wood.
"Damn, what kind of father am I?" Ken scorned himself. "I know for a fact that my own kids are fucking each other and what do I do about it? Nothing! Nothing, except stand around in the snow and wish that it were me instead of her brother that Bonnie sucked and fucked."
For with only the mental image of his spread-legged daughter's naked, young body possessing him, Ken had another hard-on. Finally he broke down and openly confessed to himself.
"I've got to have that little girl. Got to fuck her!" he said out loud.
Then Ken Johnson picked up the ax and started swinging as furiously as he could. By the time he was finished, he'd chopped enough wood to see the family through the worst kind of blizzard. But he still had the same incestuous thoughts and the same hard-on.
"It's just snow, Daddy," Bonnie said, as her father led her across the white expanse. "What's out here that you want me to see, anyway?"
"Bet the creek's iced over by now," Ken replied, skirting her question.
Bonnie shrugged with apparent disinterest. But, inside, her stomach was churning. After yesterday's close call, the last place she wanted to go was back to the creek, especially with her father. But she knew she had no choice but to follow behind as Ken led the way through the thicket. The bubbling stream of water was not only frozen, but blanketed with snow.
"Looks a lot different than it did yesterday, doesn't it?" Ken said. And after a pause, he added, "The water was making so much noise yesterday that at first I had trouble hearing you."
"Oh . . . you mean after you called out for us?" Bonnie gulped. "No, before that."
Bonnie's face turned as white as the snow around her.
"I was following the creek, looking for you kids," Ken said. "I thought you might be sneaking some cigarettes or something and I'd catch you in the act. It turned out to be a lot more interesting than that, though."
Waiting her out, her father looked at her.
Taking a chance, Bonnie flew right into the face of the storm. "Okay, so you saw me and Mark getting it on. But you don't want to punish me for fucking him at all, do you, Daddy? You want to take his place!" she blurted out.
Ken Johnson drew the deepest breath of his life. "What if I said I did?"
"I'd tell you to prove it," Bonnie replied.
Ken's next breath was even deeper than the one before it. Then his trembling hand was at his fly and he unzipped his pants. He clumsily fumbled with his long-johns to get at his cock and then, with a springing lurch, at least ten inches of rigid cockmeat jutted into the open, as hot and throbbing as the snowy surroundings were cold and still.
"My God!" Bonnie gasped. "Your cock's so big!"
"Do you think you can take it, sweet-heart?" Ken panted, all his composure gone. "Take your daddy's big cock in your mouth and pussy the way you did your brother's?"
"Only one way to find out!" Bonnie excitedly answered.
She knelt in the snow before her father. Her slender fingers couldn't span the thick barrel of his huge cock as she brought the pulsing head to her mouth. First, her tongue flicked out to give her a taste-salty. Then she started sucking.
"Oh, suck it all, baby! Suck my prick all the way down to my balls!" Ken begged.
It was only the second time Bonnie had ever given head, but she knew now that no cock would ever come her way that was so large she couldn't swallow every inch. And, she guessed, she wasn't going to blow many guys who were hung any better than her own dad.
Ken helped her by taking a hold of her head and bringing her face toward his crotch. Bonnie Fished his balls out of his pants and found they were as massive as his prick.
Already she was greedily anticipating the amount of jizz they could produce for her to drink.
Bonnie slurped and even gagged some as her father gradually pulled her face forward. Then her throat relaxed, there was a thrusting plunge, and she had all his prick.
"Good girl!" her father cheered. "Now move your lips back and forth and fuck my cock with your mouth."
Bonnie eagerly began to do as she was told, wondering if this was how her mother sucked her father's cock.
And, as if he'd just read her mind, Ken promptly answered Bonnie's unspoken question. "Your mother won't touch my cock with her mouth. I'm glad to see you don't take after her, princess."
Her mother didn't know what she was missing, Bonnie thought.
"Fact is, your mother isn't that much interested in any kind of sex with me. If she was, I might be able to leave you alone," Ken said.
Thank God for that, Bonnie gratefully thought.
She slid her clutching lips faster and faster around the length of Ken's hard-on. If only she could climax herself at the same time her father came in her mouth. That would be heaven, with his hot jizz pouring into her stomach at the same time her senses exploded. And would it prime her for the fuck she prayed would occur after the blow-job!
Now Bonnie was glad that Mark hadn't actually popped her cherry. It would be so much better to have her father do it with his bigger cock. If he couldn't fuck her pussy bloody with that monster, she was always going to be a virgin, no matter how many times she fucked.
"Listen, baby," Ken soon told her as she sucked his cock, "I hope you're thirsty 'cause this is it. I'm coming now!"
His prick erupted. Bonnie'd had trouble swallowing all her brother's cum during the first blow-job she'd ever given. But there was no such difficulty in downing her dad's creamy flow, even though he climaxed harder and longer than Mark had.
"Mmmm, you really know what you're doing, don't you, little girl?" Ken sighed when his load had been consumed. "How many cocks have you sucked?"
"Just Mark's," Bonnie answered honestly. "What you saw when you spied on us, Daddy, was my first time ever."
Ken shook his head with awe. "You learn fast. Your mother never-"
"Let's leave mom out of this. And Mark, too," Bonnie cut in. "For the time being, Daddy, it's just me and you. Nobody else matters."
"Whatever you say, honey," Ken agreed. "Now what's next?"
"As if I had to tell you," Bonnie teased.
Then she began to strip. In the cold, her bare flesh prickled with goose bumps as it was exposed but she didn't shiver, even when she was stark naked. Indeed, her eager, young body seemed to glow from within in anticipation of fucking her hung dad.
"You're the prettiest damned girl I've ever seen!" Ken gushed.
"I've always worried that my tits are too small," Bonnie answered, fishing for more flattery.
"They're perfect, sweetheart. Just perfect little titties for a girl your age," her father reassured her.
"And my pussy?" Bonnie asked expectant-ly.
"Looks good enough to eat."
"Really, Daddy?"
"Why not, angel? It'll make my prick even harder for fucking you if I eat your pussy first."
It made wonderful sense to Bonnie, so she stood proudly as her father knelt before her as if her teenaged cunt were a shrine. She clasped his face against her thrusting crotch and when the lips of his mouth met the lips of her pussy, she came on the spot.
"Your tongue feels sooooo goooooood, Daddy," she orgasmically moaned.
Ken finished eating her pussy with a flourish. Drawing the bullet of her clit into his mouth, he sucked it until Bonnie climaxed so wetly she felt as if she were pissing in her father's face. And just as she'd done with his jizz, Ken drank every drop of her generous supply of hot pussyjuice.
Then, her cunt thoroughly devoured, Bonnie slumped down onto the snowy ground. Spreading her legs, she fingered the rims of her pussy apart, feeling like her wide-open cunt gash provided a pink glimpse all the way to her soul.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me now!" she declared. "Fuck my pussy with your beautiful, big cock!"
Ken loomed over her, the shadow of his massive hard-on falling across her naked body. When he removed his pants and long-johns entirely, his naked loins flexed with macho power. Bonnie guessed that he was strong enough to fuck right through her. God, she hoped so! How she yearned to finally get rid of her unwanted cherry.
"Just wish you were still a virgin so I could fuck your little pussy bloody," Ken said, moving between his daughter's spread thighs.
Bonnie didn't tell him that he was going to get his wish. She wanted to surprise him.
"Oh, well, can't have everything," Ken sighed. "What I'm getting still makes me just about the luckiest dad around. Getting to fuck my own little girl's cunt is what matters."
"Then stick it in, Daddy!" Bonnie impatiently urged.
"Just give me one last look at you like this, baby," Ken requested. "It's priceless."
His eyes misted over as he committed the sight of his spread-legged daughter to memory forever. Then he drew a bead on Bonnie's teenaged cunt and brought his chunky cock-head to his daughter's pussylips. He ran the blunt prick-tip from her asshole to her clit, then centered it and shoved.
Bonnie moaned when his cock entered her cunt. "More, Daddy, deeper. Fuck my cunt with every bit of your huge prick!"
Ken's crotch bucked, with him expecting his hard-on to sink in to the balls. However, there was sudden resistance and his cockhead was stalled by a stubborn obstacle within his daughter's cunt.
"Your pussy's even tighter than I thought it'd be," Ken panted with frustration. "Relax, honey. You've got to relax if you want me to fuck you with all of my prick."
"You just keep shoving, Daddy," Bonnie countered.
"Don't want to hurt you ..."
"Let me worry about that."
Then, seeking to get her father in gear, Bonnie recalled the finger-in-the-asshole trick. She reached into the hairy crack of Ken's ass and poked him so deeply that she felt crumbs of his shit under her fingernail.
"Oh baby!" Ken groaned.
Bonnie began rhythmically finger-fucking his asshole. Predictably it put springs in Ken's loins and his crotch recoiled, the resulting fuck-thrust powering his muscular prick straight ahead in his daughter's tight cunt.
The abrupt pain Bonnie felt was like nothing she'd ever experienced. But she hid it, biting her tongue so as not to alarm her father. At the same time she kept finger-fucking Ken's asshole, forcing his massive prick ever deeper into her cherry pussy, regardless of how much it hurt.
"Rip me, Daddy, fuck me!" Bonnie shouted. "Rip my cunt to pieces with your big cock!"
She added another finger inside Ken's asshole and dug at the throbbing gland located near the base of his balls. When his prick lurched again in her stubborn pussy, the pain was almost unbearable.
Now it occurred to Bonnie that her damned virginity might defeat her again. For, as dark-ness closed in on the fringes of her flickering consciousness, she was on the verge of passing out before her cherry was finally broken.
"Got to hang on," she hissed to herself. "Got to see it through."
"What'd you say, honey?" her concerned father asked.
"Just shut up and fuck me, damn it!" Bonnie shrieked, bracing herself to endure the ordeal. "Fuck me harder, harder, harder, you bastard!"
But her worried father had started pulling back. Frantic to finally lose her cherry, Bonnie pushed violently up at him with her crotch, impaling her cunt on the spike of his reluctant hard-on.
The pain made her see stars. But then, at last the breakthrough arrived and the stars melted into bright red swirls of pleasure.
"It's popped!" she swooned. "My cherry's gone at last. I'm a real woman now!"
"What're you talking about?" her confused father asked.
"Don't you get it, Daddy?" Bonnie happily moaned. "I was still a virgin for you, after all."
"But your brother ... he fucked you first . . . saw it with my own eyes," Ken gulped.
"But my cherry wouldn't give then. Don't you see, Daddy? It was fate. Fate that you'd be the one to pop it for me. Thank you, Daddy, thank you for being the one to finally turn me into a real woman."
With his shock starting to wear off, male pride rose within Ken. "Never thought I'd get to take another cherry at my age. Surely not my own daughter's," he congratulated himself. "But I did it, damn, if I didn't do it!"
"Don't pat yourself on your back too much, Daddy," Bonnie teased. "You're still not through. Now you've got to finish me off with a pussy full of your hot cum."
"Damn, won't take long," Ken promised, his whole cock buried in his daughter's pussy now.
Bonnie's legs scissored him so she could guide the stroking movements of his prick inside her. In and out, back and forth, his cockmeat rubbed within her cunt while she squeezed his prick with her juicy pussy-muscles.
"Hurry, Daddy, hurry and give my pussy the cum it needs," Bonnie pleaded.
"Now, baby, now!" Ken croaked.
His body blanketed Bonnie, with his mouth drooling all over her tits. And down below, ten inches deep in her cunt, his climaxing hard-on spurted cum like a machine gun shooting liquid bullets.
Bonnie could feel the jizz gushing past her pussy into her womb. God, she thought, she'd never been so full of anything in her life.
"My cunt'll never hold it all!"
And, indeed, as her father's prick slowed to a trickle, her pussylips already slobbered with excess cum that had begun to dribble into the crack of her ass. Then Ken abruptly pulled out, moving back with his eyes trained between Bonnie's legs.
"Just want to get a good look at what I've done to you, baby," he explained.
Bonnie's fucked cunt showed him plenty. Oozing with a pink mixture of the blood from her popped cherry and fresh jism, its slimy contents leaked down past her ass and left a spreading pool on the snow beneath her.
"Jesus, it doesn't get any better than this!" Ken exclaimed.
"How do you know unless you try it again?" Bonnie answered. "After all, there's always room for improvement, Daddy, even with a stud like you."
Ken got the message and quickly he was back between Bonnie's spread legs, fucking her all over again.
CHAPTER THREE
Diane Johnson looked out the cabin window at the endless snow and silently cursed her luck. This was definitely the last place she wanted to be. Just to be up here in the middle of nowhere for a few days was bad enough, but after what this damned blizzard had done to the roads they were stranded indefinitely.
Longing for the city, Diane sulked in her chair and thought about what she was missing by being here. Her loss could be summed up in a single three-letter word-S-E-X.
Diane's lover these days was named Chad. He was just a kid really, young enough to be her own son. But his youth was what she liked about him best. His cock never got tired and he was hung so big! Diane was never satisfied until he'd fucked her in the mouth, pussy and ass with that beautiful prick, filling her holes with his teenaged cum. Fucking Chad was completely different than fucking her husband, Ken.
Chad worked as a bagboy in a supermarket. Diane had first seduced him one day when he'd carried her groceries to the car, putting out for him right in the back of the station wagon. Since then she'd done things with Chad that she'd have never dreamed of doing with Ken. How she wished she could do them now instead of being trapped in this stupid cabin.
As she thought about what she was missing with Chad, Diane's hand strayed between her legs. She began unconsciously rubbing her yearning pussy through her tight jeans. Then she moaned without really being aware of it and heard a familiar voice. "You all right, Mom?" Jolted back into reality, Diane looked up. There was her son. She'd been so caught up in her erotic fantasy that she'd forgotten Mark was even there in the same room.
"Uh, yes, of course, I'm fine," Diane lied, her pulse racing. Then to distract him, she added, "Wonder what happened to your father and your sister."
"Still out in the snow, I guess," Mark answered. "And they can have it. I just can't get into it myself this trip."
Mark's words seemed detached. But his eyes had plenty of life in them. They flickered as though the flames in the fireplace were reflected directly in them. And as Diane attempted to inch her hand away from her crotch, she realized that her son was quietly watching her every move.
"Cabin fever, huh?" she' said, her pussy throbbing with vitality. On a reckless impulse, she put her hand where it had originally been -right between her legs.
Mark took a deep breath. "Looks like you're pretty restless yourself, Mom." He stared openly at the crux of her semi-parted thighs, watching her fingers fiddling with the zipper of her fly.
Diane stared, too. It was like she was seeing her son for the first time. It had never occurred to her how boyishly handsome he was. Just about as good looking as Chad, as a matter of fact. What other similarities did they share, besides their ages?
With subtle movements, her fingertips nudged the zipper of her jeans gradually down. She wore bikini panties underneath, and their waistband was slung so low that the bush of her generously hairy pussy curled above the elastic.
"Uh, Mom, you know what you're doing?" Mark anxiously asked, watching her carefully.
"I think so," Diane murmured.
There was a metallic whine as she unzipped herself a lot faster and farther than she'd originally intended. In her growing excitement, her heaving stomach snapped open the top of her jeans and now the pants gaped open from her navel to the well of her thighs.
"Listen, Mom," Mark choked, "anything I said before, I was just kidding around. I didn't mean-"
"Stand up!" his mother sharply commanded.
She lifted him to his feet with the hypnotic force of her eyes. And there, between Mark's legs, was what Diane had been looking for- that throbbing, telltale mound straining under his pants. He was hung, all right.
It would be too easy, too unromantic to get Mark's hard-on out of his pants by relying on her parental authority to order him to strip. No, Diane wanted his cock to surface because it was so aroused by her that it could no longer be contained.
So now she also stood up. Her loose jeans slithered to the floor when she shook her hips. She stepped out of them, clad only in her blouse and wet panties. The excess hair of her pussy billowed from the elastic at her thighs and waist.
"You can take them off for me or I'll do it myself," she told Mark. "Either way they're coming off so my cunt can breathe."
A stunned Mark was in no condition to perform even the simplest act. Indeed, the only part of him which seemed to be functioning properly was his straining prick, a crowbar under his pants. So Diane peeled away her panties herself, doing it with teasing slowness.
Her pussy seemed to get hairier with every extra bit of exposure. Like a wiry explosion, her bush curled in all directions-all the way up to her belly button, out past the hollows of her crotch, and obviously well back into the crack of her ass.
Eventually, the abandoned panties joined Diane's jeans on the floor. But she didn't stop stripping there. Now her flannel shirt was un-buttoned and discarded. Beneath it she wore a long underwear top instead of a bra and when she pulled it over her head, her large tits flopped into view. She stood stark naked before her son.
"Do I look as good as you want me to, Son?" Diane purred.
The only other naked female body he'd ever seen was his sister's. But Bonnie was too young to have filled out anything like their mother. Here were the big, ripe tits of a grown woman, with nipples like strawberries and curves that no girl Bonnie's age had. Then, last but not least, Mark saw the hairiest cunt imaginable.
But Mark couldn't go any farther than just looking, not with his own mother. Somehow it didn't seem as wrong to have sucked and fucked his sister. But this was the same cunt that had delivered him into the world.
It was also the same hairy cunt which Diane now rubbed maddeningly against his swollen crotch. At the same time her tits pressed against Mark's chest with such force that he could feel her nipples through his shirt.
"I'm not going to do any more than this, Son," Diane now whispered. "The rest is up to you."
Mark's hands trembled as they found his mother's bare ass. Then he pulled the plump asscheeks apart, reaching into the split so that all the hair tangled around his probing fingers.
"Yes, the rest is up to you," Diane repeated into her son's ear.
Mark kept one hand on her ass while the other slid between their crotches, fumbling at his pants. They opened and sagged at the hips. Only his jockey shorts stood between his mother and his hard, young cock now.
Rubbing his prick against her lower belly through the thin cotton of the tightly packed shorts, Diane swooned, "Oooooh, up to you, Son."
The shorts came down. Popping up, Mark's rigid cock was trapped between their stomachs. Diane resumed rubbing, her son's dangling balls being tickled by the upper fringe of her pussy-hair.
"Keep this up, Mom," Mark gasped, "and I'll come all over you, right here and now."
"Well, then," Diane teased, "we shall see what we shall see, won't we?"
She rubbed even more, using the slight roll of feminine fat around her middle as an erotic cushion against her son's captive prick. And just below she cupped his balls with her slender hand, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Don't blame me, Mom," Mark croaked.
His thighs flexed and his crotch did, too. Then a cry of release ripped from his throat as his cock erupted.
With nowhere else to spurt, the escaping cum lathered the bellies of mother and son. Diane didn't back off until Mark had shot every drop his cock and balls had to give. When she finally did step away, the fresh jism dribbled from her splattered stomach down to the hairy triangle of her pussy.
"God, you're beautiful!" Mark blurted out.
"So are you," Diane hornily replied, looking straight at his ever-rigid cock.
Then mother and son silently stared at one another. During this heated pause they took small steps, drawing together again. Suddenly they were locked in an embrace, kissing and exchanging probing tongues.
"Know I said it was all up to you, but now I'm changing the rules," Diane panted when their soul-kiss was broken. "Eat me, honey, eat me! Eat my hairy pussy while I suck your big prick!"
Diane pulled Mark down with her. After the scramble, he wound up on top, his loins astride her head as he faced her spread crotch. She guided his cock into her mouth while his own mouth made contact with her cunt. Then, as she deep-throated him, he buried his face in the curly jungle between her legs.
She let go of his sucked prick to moan, "Ooooooh, that's perfect, Son, just perfect. Just taste the juice my pussy's gonna come for you."
Her hairy crotch flexed, practically smothering Mark. Instead of air he breathed in the sticky honey from her climaxing cunt. What he didn't hungrily consume slobbered down his chin as he wallowed in his mother's sloppy orgasm.
Meanwhile, at the blow-job end of the sixty-nine, Diane was having her own feast. She doubled the suction on her son's prick, using her mouth like a cunt to fuck Mark to an even better climax.
"Jesus," Mark moaned in the nest of his mother's pussy, "my cock feels like it's gonna bust!"
This was exactly what Diane wanted to hear. Her suction became ferocious and there was only one thing Mark's prick could do-explode.
Deep in his mother's throat his cockhead poured out something like molten lava. It was the hottest, thickest cum Diane had ever swallowed and as she guzzled it down, Diane wondered if Chad had outlived his usefulness. If her own son could do the job, why wander?
As she bobbed up, Diane prayed that her son still had a hard-on. Her prayers were answered when she saw that Mark's cock jutted up from his crotch at an even sharper angle than before, even as it dripped the dregs of its second batch of jizz.
"You don't get tired, do you?" Diane gurgled, with some of the stray cum from the blow-job coating her tongue and trickling from her mouth. "That's what makes young boys so special."
Mark didn't have the nerve to ask the obvious question his mother's words created. However, reading his mind, his mother was not so shy.
"Yes," Diane openly admitted, "you're not the first boy I've made it with. I've got one back home I suck and fuck whenever I get the chance. His name's Chad and I was thinking about him when you caught me feeling my pussy."
"Am ... am I as good as he is for you, Mom?" Mark stammered.
"The jury's still out until you fuck me," Diane told the truth.
"And then?"
"Chad may have to find himself a new piece of ass."
"You really mean that, Mom? You'd give him up for me?"
"If you earn it. Only if you earn it."
That said, Diane went to the only bed in the cabin, since the kids slept on cots. Up on the mattress, she propped herself on all fours, spreading her raised ass in the air like she was a bitch in heat.
Despite his inexperience, Mark immediately recognized the significance of her pose. "Y-you want me to dog-fuck you, Mom?"
"Always like it best that way," Diane confirmed. "A cock just feels a whole lot bigger in my cunt when it's fucking me from behind. And then, naturally, it puts the guy in just the right spot to switch holes when the time is right."
Was his mother saying what Mark thought she was saying?
"You want to fuck me in the ass, too, don't you?" Diane asked matter-of-factly.
"Gee, Mom ... I never-"
Diane chuckled, "Well, there's a first time for everything. The way it works is that your cock gets nice 'n' slippery from fucking my pussy and the juice will make your cock slide right in when you finally fuck my ass."
It was the dirtiest thing Mark had ever heard of! It made his fuck-session with his sister seem like child's play. Mark was counting on his mom to turn him into a real man at last.
Now he went to the bed and Diane. From between the open cheeks of her plump ass, her pussy yawned like a set of hairy jaws. Mark just hoped his cock would be able to fill such a big, wet pussy-hole.
Then he knelt behind her and stuck his cock in. And all of his doubts about his prick being adequate for his mother's cunt were immediately erased as Diane clamped down with her juicy cunt muscles. Mark's entering cock felt the squeezing pressure from her pussy all the way down to his toes.
"God," he muttered with awe, "you can make your cunt so tight, Mom, it's almost like you're cherry."
"It's been a long time since I was that," Diane giggled. "But a woman always remembers how to make every fuck as exciting as her first one."
"Who did it to you first?" Mark asked. "Who took your cherry, Mom?"
"Your father," Diane answered. Then she sighed, "Damn, he was sure a better fucker when he was a kid."
"Before you were married?"
"What else?" Diane said wistfully.
"Marriage ruins everything. Your father arid I have hardly even fucked for years. And I stopped sucking his prick about the same time he quit eating my pussy, sometime not long after our honeymoon."
Mark let her words sink in as he concentrated on fucking his cock into his mother's cunt. Diane's hot-fucked pussy grabbed his cockmeat with rhythmic yanks and already Mark felt another rising tide of jizz in his balls.
"Mmmm," his mother moaned, "your cock getting ready to come?"
"You got it, Mom," Mark rasped.
He grabbed her asscheeks, guiding her ass as he pumped his prick in her tugging pussy. Hot, scraping friction separated his balls and lifted them so they clung to the root of his hot-fucking prick. The friction reached into the pit of Mark's crotch, opening the floodgates and releasing the dam between his legs.
"Now that's what I call coming!" Diane cried as her son's liquid fire melted the inside of her cunt. "And all I want is more . . . more . . . more!"
"Yeah, Mom, milk me, milk me!" Mark shouted. "Fuck so much jizz out of my cock and balls that your pussy can't hold it all."
"I'm already leaking," Diane excitedly revealed. "Your cum's running down my legs like piss. I love it!"
"Then just wait'll I fuck you in the ass, Mom," Mark eagerly replied. "That'll make you forget all about that Chad guy for sure."
"It's you for me from now on, Mark honey. You don't need to fuck my butt for me to know already that you've got the best young cock I'll ever fuck!"
His cock abruptly popped out of Diane's thoroughly fucked cunt, dripping with the gleaming slime of her female nectar and his own jizz. A slippery pole, his hard-on was just made to slide into his mother's ass.
Her asshole was there, puckered in readiness. Indeed, Diane was so excited over the prospect of her own son fucking her ass that she farted in anticipation.
Then Mark's cockhead was pushing against the entrance of her ass. His prick harder than ever, he shoved it like a battering ram.
"Ooooh, it hurts. Hurts just right," Diane groaned. "Deeper, deeper, deeper! Don't stop!"
An incredibly horny Mark needed no prompting. He pushed until his prick was hiked in his mother's ass, his balls flush against her previously hot-fucked pussy.
"Some women like a cock to move slow in their asshole," Diane called over her shoulder. "But I like it fast. Fast and hard and mean! Ass-fuck me like you hate me, Mark! Rip me in two!"
Mark's prick responded with cruel, macho surges. When he rammed in to the hilt, he could feel the heat of his mother's gurgling crap with his cockhead.
"Hope you don't mind things getting messy," his mother said.
"Do what you've gotta do, Mom."
"You're a prince, you know that? I've never shit for anybody-not even Chad."
"He doesn't exist anymore, Mom. It's just me now, Mom. Me and you. And I'm ready for anything."
"Beautiful!" Diane exclaimed. An orgasm hit her at the same time she allowed her bowels to collapse. A flood of watery shit swamped her son's cock and he just ass-fucked her harder than ever. Then Mark came himself and the shit Diane had spilled was replaced by what seemed to her to be a quart of teenaged jism.
They were both filthy when it was finished, except that Diane wasn't quite finished. She had one thing she wanted to do, her own way of thanking her son for fucking her ass better than it had ever been fucked before.
"Let me suck your cock. Please let me suck your shitty cock!" she begged.
A willing Mark swiftly pulled his prick out of her. He stretched out on his back, his chocolate prick finally drooping. Pouncing on his crotch, his mother quickly sucked it back to full hardness. And when the shit was slurped away, Diane kept sucking until Mark was fucking her in the mouth.
He came again, his fifth climax since they'd started. This time Diane took it in her face.
"Five times," she gurgled, her features melting. "That's the most anybody's ever come for me."
"It's easy being a stud with you, Mom," Mark sighed. "I could go for six!"
But he wouldn't get the chance. The voices of his sister and father filtered into the cabin from outside, carrying clearly in the chill winter air.
There was just enough time to wad up the filthy sheets and stash them in the hamper. Diane started to draw a bath and Mark grabbed his pants and scrambled out the back door.
And as they parted in haste, mother and son gazed at each other with burning lust. What they didn't know, of course, was that the same emotion was being shared outside the front door between Ken and Bonnie, just before father and daughter reluctantly entered the cabin.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Out in the snow barefoot, Son?" Ken asked with a raised eyebrow when a shivering Mark wandered back into the cabin.
"It was a dumb thing to do," the boy lamely answered, offering no further explanation.
Ken shrugged and went back to his magazine. His mind was occupied with the sexy charms of his teenaged daughter's hot, young body. Ken couldn't wait to fuck Bonnie again and as long as Mark stayed away from her, Ken was perfectly willing to let the boy freeze his ass off.
Leafing through her own unread magazine in a chair on the other side of the room, Bonnie was fully aware of her father's steamy thoughts. The same thing was on her mind, too.
It was funny, Bonnie realized, but now that she'd fucked the muscular cock of a grown man, Mark seemed like such a kid. After all, even though he'd had every chance to pop her cherry, he'd come up short. But her father had done the job. Oh, had he!
Bonnie's pussy spasmed just from the memory of the way her father's big cock had fucked her pussy. And his spurting cum had been so hot and thick! That it was the same cum which had originally given her life mean something special to the girl.
Bonnie looked up longingly from her magazine at her father and he looked up at her at exactly the same time. She knew he had a hard-on. God, how she wished they were alone so she could have him fuck her right there in the middle of the cabin floor before the roar-ing fire!
The one who did get up, though, was Ken Johnson. He was presumably on his way to the bathroom but he paused just long enough beside his daughter's chair to silently mouth a single word that almost made Bonnie climax right on the spot.
"Tonight," was Ken's message.
Bonnie readily nodded, the juice from her excited pussy leaking into the crotch of her panties.
Diane Johnson had finished her hasty bath and she was in the kitchen drying dishes when her son returned to the cabin. When she saw Mark, he was almost blue from being out in the snow with no shoes.
Diane glanced toward the other room to be sure no one was looking, then kissed Mark on the mouth. "Poor baby. You must be freezing!"
"Don't worry, Mom, you can warm me up later," Mark whispered back. "When, darling?"
"Tonight."
"But how? Your father and sister-"
"We'll find a way, Mom. Leave it to me," Mark said confidently.
It was against Diane's better judgment to fuck her son again with Ken and Bonnie sleep-ing right in the cabin. But then she spotted the bulge in Mark's pants and her judgment flew out the window. A boy who still got it up for her after five climaxes and being barefoot in the snow was someone she couldn't say no to.
"Tonight," Diane agreed, treating herself to a brief rub of her son's swollen crotch.
The snow was falling outside again and all mountain roads, the radio warned, would be closed for days. Everybody in the Johnson family realized they'd all be stranded in the cabin indefinitely. Then, as the radio erupted with static, their thoughts individually returned to the same subject-incest.
Shucking off the sleeping bag, Mark sat up on his cot, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. Then he got up and tip-toed around the cabin, checking things out. When he lingered briefly at his sister's cot, there was no reason for him not to believe Bonnie was not sound asleep.
But she wasn't. Excited over the prospect of fucking her father again, Bonnie hadn't slept a wink. And when her sensitive ears picked up the muted stirring in the cabin, she'd at first assumed it was her dad coming to get her. Now, realizing that it was Mark on the prowl, she held her breath and lay motionless in her sleeping bag. When he turned his back on Bonnie and walked away she sighed with relief.
Mark went over to the bed where their parents slept. From her distance, Bonnie heard the covers rustle. There was some brief whispering. Then Mark, in his long-johns, slipped on his boots without lacing them and snuck out the door.
Bonnie couldn't figure it. Indeed, she'd begun to wonder if she might actually be asleep after all and had dreamed it. It was no dream, though, when she saw her mother get out of bed a few minutes later.
Diane Johnson went to the window and looked out in the direction of the family car. The moonlight shone through the nightgown she wore, silhouetting her naked body. God, Bonnie thought, her mother looked beautiful. But what was she up to at this time of night?
Then, Diane too put on a pair of unlaced boots and threw a robe hastily over her night-gown. That was all she wore as she slipped out of the cabin just as Mark had.
Bonnie fine-tuned her hearing to pick up the slightest sound. In a moment, there it was, drifting in from outdoors-the cautious open-ing and closing of the car door.
Bonnie got up and went to the window herself, focusing on the car. But she couldn't see anything that would give her a clue as to what was happening out there. She was left to wonder what in the world her mother and brother were doing, if, in fact, they were together.
What Bonnie was missing started with a passionate kiss between Diane and Mark in the back of the station wagon. They kicked their loose boots away while their tongues darted down one another's throats. Mark's hand moved under her nightgown between her spread legs, finger-fucking his mother's squishing cunt.
"Mmmmm, your pussy's even wetter than it was before," Mark panted when the kiss ended.
"What about your cock?" Diane asked, her robe falling from her shoulders. "Is it hard for me?"
"Harder than ever, Mom."
"Prove it, stud, prove it!"
Mark knelt, pushing down the bottom of his long johns. His prick twanged into the open, its throbbing length and his dangling balls un-affected by the cold.
Diane sighed, fondling her son's thickly jutting hard-on. She kissed the tip of the swollen cockhead.
Mark lifted his mother's nightgown, noticing that her pussy was even hairier than he remembered it. Then he buried his face in the crux of her thighs, shifting around on top of her as she fell back so his stiff prick was in sucking distance of Diane's mouth.
"Mmmm, my favorite number," Diane moaned. "Sixty-nine!"
Then she guided her son's cockhead between her open lips. From there she slurped Mark's prickmeat to her throat, swallowing until she'd eventually downed his entire cock to the balls.
At the other end of the sixty-nine, Mark used his fingers along with his tongue, probing Diane's asshole while he licked her cunt. She clearly enjoyed getting it in both fuck-holes and she climaxed immediately.
Diane's orgasming cunt was suddenly so very wet and sticky that her son's squirming tongue slipped out of it. But, rather than returning his tongue to her cunt, Mark let it slide into the hairy crack of his mom's ass.
Since his fingers had already Widened her asshole, his tongue easily replaced them, pushing into the chute normally used for the passage of Diane's shit.
"Oh, yes, rim it, rim my ass," Diane cried, gurgling around a mouthful of teenaged cock. "And finger-fuck my pussy!"
Mark stuffed his tongue up her ass so far that he could taste her seeping shit. At the same time three of his fingers began to move in her pussy, curled at the knuckles so their flexing bulk resembled the head of a cock.
Simultaneously, Diane fucked her son's real cock with her mouth and throat. Her hands were also busy, rolling Mark's balls between the palms.
"Gonna come for you, Mom, gonna come," Mark gasped from the jungle of Diane's ass, his speech slurred.
Diane was sucking too much of her son's cock too deeply to answer with words so her eager response was a series of slurps. Mark easily understood how thirstily she craved his teenaged cum.
His crotch bucked against her face, his thick, young cock buried in her throat. Then his hot jism poured into his mother's belly.
Diane drank it all, even though there was so much cum that she sloshed when she moved after Mark's prick had finished shooting.
When the sixty-nine broke up, she was hotter than ever and Mark's cock remained tirelessly rigid.
"Seems like every time you come for me, your beautiful prick gets even harder," Diane said as his teenaged cock jutted from his loins.
"A guy's gotta be a superman to keep up with you, Mom," Mark said. "Now how do you want me to fuck you?"
"Do it to me in the ass first this time, honey," Diane requested. "Only let me do all the work. Get down on your back and let me slide my horny ass straight down every inch of your big prick like I was sitting on a spike."
"Try that, Mom, and you won't be able to sit down for a week," Mark teased.
"It's my ass and that's how I want it fucked," Diane insisted, playfully pushing her son down in the rear of the station wagon.
Then she had straddled him, her yawning ass dipping while she held up his stiff prick. His cockhead made contact with her asshole and Diane gritted her teeth and plunged, bearing down until she'd taken Mark's cock up her ass to the hilt.
"Now this is ass-fucking!" she whimpered, the pain welcome. "Hurts sooo goooooood!"
She rotated her hips, heaping the divine punishment on herself by cork-screwing her son's big cock up her fucked ass. When Diane climaxed, the escaping juice from her cunt leaked down all over Mark's stomach.
By now the station wagon swayed while mother and son ass-fucked within. If someone had seen the jerking car from a distance, it would have raised a lot of questions. And someone did wonder-Bonnie.
"Damn, what the hell are they up to?" she sighed at the cabin window. The last thing that would've crossed her mind being the possibility that her brother might be fucking their uptight mother.
Then Bonnie remembered that the radio in the cabin had gone on the blink just before the family had turned in. Could it be that her mother and brother were out there listening to the car radio to catch up on the latest weather report? If so, they ought to be back inside soon.
"Oh, well," Bonnie yawned, "it's none of my business if they want to freeze their buns off."
She returned to her cot and slipped into the warm sleeping bag. She was sleepy and the distraction caused by her mother and brother had made her forget all about fucking her father. For the first time that night she fell into a deep slumber.
Soon Bonnie had started to dream. It was a very nice dream, the kind romantic young girls enjoy best. Bonnie's imaginary "Mr. Right" was there, crawling into the sack with her. He'd visited her many times before in her sleep, but this was the first time she'd seen him since she'd lost her cherry.
"Your cock . . . your cock," she drowsily murmured. "I want to suck your cock!"
In the past, due to her sexual inexperience, Bonnie's erotic dreams had consisted of cuddling more than anything else. Indeed, although she'd sensed the presence of Mr. Right's throbbing cock, she'd never actually pictured it in her mind. But tonight she did.
"Mmmm, you're hung. Hung so big and hard for me," she sighed. "Fuck my mouth with your big prick!"
When she'd still been cherry Bonnie had never come on this strong to her dream lover. But Mr. Right had no objections now. He was ready to satisfy the lust of the woman she'd become.
"Take it, baby, take it. Suck my cock all the way to my balls," Bonnie heard him say.
As though there were two of her, one watching and the other ready to give a blow-job, Bonnie saw herself swallow Mr. Right's huge prick. Then she could even imagine the taste of the thrusting male cockmeat-salty, oh, so salty. It aroused her thirst for the cum which she dreamed would soon spill down her throat.
"Suck, suck, suck, suck," Mr. Right chanted, grinding on top of her.
Bonnie felt Mr. Right's hard-on twisting in her mouth, along with movement above her. His cock turned all the way around in her throat to match the hundred-and-eighty degree shift of his body. His hot breath warmed her crotch. Sixty-nine! Bonnie excitedly thought.
She spread her legs for him and then the lips of his mouth kissed the lips of her cunt. He found her clit and sucked it, burrowing at her crotch so she could feel the stubble of his heard scraping at the crux of her loins..
Pushing up into his face, she forced his fat tongue deeply into her cunt. He all but fucked her with it and she knew she was going to come. Right in his mouth she climaxed, feeling him slurp up the orgasmic juice oozing out of her cunt.
But, no matter how hard she came herself, Bonnie knew she wouldn't be satisfied until Mr. Right had come too. How she craved his jizz! She milked his balls dry with her greedy mouth as her real-life experience had taught her to.
The cock she sucked strained in her throat on the brink of eruption. One final tugging swallow of the meat and, for the first time in one of her erotic dreams, Mr. Right shot his wad.
Bonnie couldn't get enough of his cum, even though his climaxing prick unloaded so fast it was as if he were pissing in her mouth. When he'd slowed to a dribble, she still kept slurping, nursing like a hungry baby on the head of his prick.
"You gotta let go, baby," he told her. "Gotta let go of my prick if you want me to fuck you."
Nothing could have pleased Bonnie more. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me now!" she pleaded.
Inside the sleeping bag, his muscular body quickly pinned her beneath him and Bonnie felt the pulsing force of his hard-on between her legs. Then it was entering her, splitting her pussylips apart as inch after inch of his cock surged inside her spasming pussy-hole.
"Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart," Mr. Right instructed. "Wind them around me so you can jerk my cock back and forth in your pussy. Then I can fuck you just the way you want to be fucked."
"Bet you tell that to all the horny, little girls you fuck in their wet dreams," Bonnie teased.
"Got enough on my hands right here to keep me busy, princess. Those other little girls can dream about their own daddies fucking them while you and me are busy doing it for real."
"For real?" Bonnie repeated.
"What do you think? Say, are you all right? You're acting kind of funny."
"For real?" Bonnie repeated again. "What's happening to me?"
She forced her eyes open, not knowing what to expect. "Daddy!" she blurted, suddenly wide awake.
"Shhhh, not so loud," Ken warned, putting his hand over her mouth. "You'll wake up your mother and brother."
It all came back to Bonnie now. She started to ask her father if he knew when her mom and Mark had returned to the cabin from the car but his hand was still over her mouth. She couldn't believe that she'd actually forgotten all about his promise to fuck her tonight!
"Say," Ken whispered suspiciously, "you weren't by any chance having a dream that I was some other guy, were you?"
"I was just pulling your leg, Daddy," Bonnie lied. "You know I've been waiting for you on pins and needles. I thought you'd never show up."
Ken sighed with relief. "You had me going there for a while. I don't want you spreading your legs for any other guy except your old man. Understand? I don't even want you thinking about it."
Now Bonnie was the one who put her hand over her father's mouth. "Just shut up and fuck me, Daddy!"
His face fell to his daughter's small tits and he began licking from nipple to nipple. At the same time, Bonnie rocked him in the cradle of her thighs, rhythmically jogging his cock in her cunt. The results felt good. Bonnie let her mind go blank and allowed her senses to take over.
"That's it, just suck me, fuck me, Daddy . . . keep sucking my titties and fucking my pussy," she moaned.
She closed her eyes again. Once more, it was like a dream. Instead of a cot, she floated on a cloud. She came. Indeed, she willed the climax to happen. Felt soooo goooooood.
"That's my little girl," Ken whispered as she orgasmically writhed beneath him. "I'll keep you coming until I come too. Nobody can ever fuck you the way your daddy can."
Now father and daughter stopped whispering entirely, so the only sound in the room was the creaking cot on which they fucked. When his prick finally erupted in her pussy, the creaking stopped and their satisfied moans soared.
Then, after a time, Ken silently slipped out of the sleeping bag and returned to his own bed. He didn't know it, but Bonnie was already sound asleep, mingling her father with her imaginary Mr. Right in her dreams. Then his incestuous mission for the night accomplished, Ken also dropped off.
The cabin was as still as the snowy outdoors. Nothing moved, inside or outside, not for a long while, not until it was safe to be awake while everyone else in the family was asleep with their secrets.
A glow from a lighted cigarette then burned in the darkness. And the smoker thought that in the eerie silence she could almost hear the gears in her own mind working. She glanced at the dozing male figure beside her in bed, shaking her head with wonder as she recalled what she'd witnessed.
"Got to hand it to you, Ken," she sighed. "I didn't think you had the guts. Looks like you and I have a lot more in common than we ever would have guessed."
And then, smoking her cigarette down to the filter, Diane Johnson dwelled on what it meant to be the wife and mother in a family where she and her husband both fucked their own children. Before dawn broke she'd made a decision that had her pussy burning in anticipation.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Bonnie woke up filled with a gnawing curiosity and a cunt full of her father's cum. The curiosity dealt with what she'd witnessed the previous night before her father had fucked her. She still wondered what her mother and brother had been doing out in the station wagon together.
The more Bonnie ran it over in her mind, the less convincing her notion that they might've been listening to the weather report on the car radio seemed. She couldn't put her finger on the reason why that seemed wrong but still . . .
"Hey, little Miss Sleepyhead ! Get out of the sack and try some of these flapjacks with real maple syrup," her father said, interrupting Bonnie's thoughts.
Bonnie waved him away, muttering. Then she crawled all the way back into the bag's cocoon and pretended to fall back "to sleep. Really, though, Bonnie was waiting. She knew that the rest of the family would get restless and eventually leave the cabin. Then she could slip outside and check out the mysterious station wagon.
"Well, gotta take advantage of what we're dealt, even if it is more snow," Ken Johnson said after a while, rubbing his hands as he looked out the window. "I'm going ice fishing."
"The great outdoorsman," his wife sarcastically muttered.
Ken ignored Diane and went to get his gear. Then, too full of boyish energy to stay cooped up in the cramped cabin, Mark decided to go with his father. As he and Ken left, Mark winked at his mother, something his dad missed but his sister noticed.
"Damn!" Bonnie whispered.
After Ken and Mark were gone, Diane Johnson busied herself washing the breakfast dishes. When she finished she sat down with a book in front of the warmth of the kitchen stove, her presumably sleeping daughter the last thing on her mind. From afar, Bonnie guessed this was a good time to make her move.
When Bonnie slipped out of the bag and hurriedly dressed, her reading mother neither looked her way nor said a thing. It was almost too easy, like she was invisible, thought Bonnie, as she tip-toed across the room and eased the cabin door open and slipped outside.
The car sat there in the snow, its windows covered over. Bonnie let herself in through the hatchback, lowering it behind her as she knelt in the rear of the station wagon.
She began looking for clues without knowing in advance what they might be. She felt, though, that she'd recognize something important if she saw it. And she was right.
At first it looked like it was just a sticky smudge on the upholstery in the back. It could have been made by some dropped food, except that Bonnie knew that with the doors and windows shut an old mess would have frozen by now. Only a stain made within the last few hours would still be relatively fresh.
Bonnie dabbed at it and licked her fingertip. After her recent experiences she'd have recognized the telltale flavor anywhere. It was unmistakable.
"Cum!" Bonnie whispered, her pulse racing. "Cum from a cock. Mark's cum!"
Bonnie considered the possibility that her brother had just been jerking off. Their mother? Maybe she'd seen Mark go outside, had followed him. But no, that just wouldn't wash.
"They were fucking," she gulped, chilled by a sense of certainty. "Mom and Mark fucked last night in this car!"
Bonnie felt as if she were sitting on a keg of dynamite, with the smallest thing threatening to set it off. When she heard the metallic click behind her, she almost jumped out of her skin. She jerked around in a panic and saw the hatchback being opened from outside the car.
"Find what you were looking for?" said an all-too-familiar voice. "M-Mom!" Bonnie stammered. Crouching, Diane entered the rear of the station wagon, the hatchback falling shut behind her. Now she and her wide-eyed daughter were practically nose to nose, their mingled breath rising in a billowing cloud through the cold.
"Well?" Diane prompted. Bonnie knew there was no point in lying, not with the way her mother stared right through her. "Y-you and Mark, Mom?" she stuttered.
If Bonnie expected her mother to be shy about admitting it, she was in for another surprise. For Diane nodded vigorously. "I'm sure you can understand why I did what I did, Bonnie-if you know what I mean."
Choking, Bonnie could only suppose that her brother had spilled the beans about fucking her first to their mother. Again Bonnie saw no advantage in lying and as she gathered the courage for a full confession another bomb-shell took her breath away.
"Seems that you weren't the only one who saw something suspicious last night, young lady," Diane said. "I got an eyeful too." Bonnie gasped, "Last night?"
"You and the old man looked like you were going at it pretty good," Diane chuckled, leaving no doubt that she knew everything. "I haven't gotten that kind of action out of your dad since our honeymoon. Didn't know he had it in him anymore."
Bonnie couldn't believe how casual her mother was about the whole thing.
"Okay, so we both know each other's secret -me and daddy, you and Mark," Bonnie said, daring to bring the issue to a head. "Now what, Mom?"
"Let's put it this way, honey," Diane purred. "Since you've managed to bring your father's cock back to life, naturally I'm curious to find out what you have to offer that's so special."
Bonnie flinched when she felt Diane's hand slip beneath her flannel shirt and touch her braless tits. But she did nothing to stop her mother's caress.
"Trust me, baby, trust me," Diane sensually whispered. "Don't you see? Each of us already has so much on the other that it's like we're chained together. So, mmmm, why not take advantage of it?"
She lifted one of her daughter's small tits out of the partially unbuttoned shirt and kissed the immediately stiffening nipple.
"B-but, Mom," Bonnie sputtered, thrills from the female mouth on her tit shooting all the way down to her pussy. "I-I'm not gay."
"Neither am I, sweetheart," Diane answered, still slurping at her daughter's erect nipple. "But haven't you wondered about trying it?"
"No," Bonnie honestly replied. But then, just as honestly, she added, "Not until now."
"Well, this is your chance. Our chance, darling," Diane murmured. "I'll bet we can make ourselves forget all about men for the time being if we just do what comes naturally. Like this ..."
She unbuttoned her daughter's shirt all the way, pushing Bonnie back and burying her face between those girlish tits. Squirming with anxiety at first, Bonnie soon experienced a pleasurable rush that relaxed her when her mother's thigh rubbed her young pussy through her jeans.
"I'm going to lick you all over," Diane promised.
Her tongue went to work, moving slowly down from Bonnie's tits. Eventually Bonnie started to squirm again, but this time it was in response to her horny mother's touch.
"Looks like I've run out of skin to lick," Diane said when her tongue lapped past Bonnie's navel. "That is, unless I do some-thing about these jeans."
"Oh, Mom, take them off!" Bonnie urged.
"Strip me naked so you can eat my pussy!"
"Only under one condition," Diane play-fully said, her fingertips teasing Bonnie's zipper.
"Anything, Mom, anything!"
"You've got to promise to come for me if I eat you, darling. Come in my mouth, so I can drink the juice out of your sweet, young cunt."
"It won't be hard, Mom. Just try me," Bonnie panted with lust.
Her mother snapped open and unzipped her jeans. In her earlier hurry to sneak outside and investigate the station wagon, Bonnie hadn't bothered with panties and now her cunt was revealed immediately.
"Mmmm, what an adorable, little pussy!" Diane cried at the sight of the wispy triangle at the crux of her daughter's open thighs. "Couldn't have picked a prettier one for my first taste of cunt."
The lips of Diane's mouth crushed the lips of her teenaged daughter's waiting pussy. The sound of greedy female suction immediately filled the car, quickly joined by Bonnie's moans when her mother's tongue found her clit.
"Ahhhh, Mom, keep it up just like you are now," Bonnie called. "You're sucking and licking my cunt just right to make me come for you. Hope you're thirsty. Mom, because you'll be drinking my pussy juice just . . . about . . . now. Now! Now!"
With a buck of her hips, Bonnie abruptly climaxed in her mother's face. Diane respond-ed with gulping swallows which made Bonnie come even harder. Clutching Diane's head with her thighs, Bonnie pressed her pussy so tightly against her mother's mouth that she couldn't tell where her own pussy lips ended and her mother's oral lips began.
"It's like you already knew my pussy inside and out in advance, Mom," Bonnie moaned. "You suck me, oooooh, perfect."
Bobbing up from between Bonnie's legs, Diane answered, "It won't be any different when you eat my pussy. You'll know exactly what to do, too."
"Gee, Mom, I don't know," Bonnie said. "After the way you've gone down on me, you've given me a lot to live up to."
"Don't worry, darling. Once you see my pussy, you'll have all the confidence in the world."
Diane arose on her knees and down came her jeans. Underneath her panties were almost dissolved at the crotch from all the juice they'd absorbed. Diane peeled the soggy panties away with tantalizing slowness, teasing her daughter.
"Sooooo hairy," Bonnie swooned while her mother's panties finally dipped all the way below Diane's pubic beard.
"It grows all the way up into my ass," Diane revealed, kicking the jeans and panties entirely away now. "Just look."
She leaned back on her elbows, spreading her thighs and asscheeks for her daughter. The erotic growth of which she was so proud crawled from her cunt into the split of her ass like vines, framing the pink pucker of her asshole.
"Nothing to stop you from sucking me in both places," Diane suggested. "I like a nice hot tongue in my ass just as much as I do on my pussy."
"But that's not fair, Mom," Bonnie pouted. "You didn't eat my ass when you went down on me."
"That slight oversight can be taken care of while you eat me," Diane answered with a horny grin.
Bonnie giggled. "You be on top, Mom," she suggested. "I want you to sit on my face with that hairy cunt and ass of yours so you can smother me with them."
"My pleasure, sweetheart," Diane agreed, dropping onto all fours. "You just slide under me and we'll fit together like we've been doing this for years."
"Mmmm, I wish," Bonnie said, thinking about all the lesbian action she'd missed.
Then, from the rear of Diane, Bonnie wriggled feet-first on her back through the archway of her kneeling mother's thighs and arms. She wound up with what seemed like a hairy acre of pussy directly above her face, while at the other end of the action her own cunt was caressed by her mother's hot breath.
"Together. We'll start eating together. When I count to three," Diane said. "Okay? One . . . two ..."
Diane's crotch had started to dip. Bonnie's was on the rise.
"Three!"
The mouths of mother and daughter met one another's pussies at precisely the same instant and the female sixty-nine had begun. Now rhythmic slurping filled the car as tongues entered cunt slits, probing to the juicy depths.
As she held up her half of the sixty-nine, Bonnie didn't miss not having a cock to suck at all. Her mother's incredibly hairy cunt latched on to her face and wouldn't let go and Bonnie especially liked taking a mouthful of bush while she tongue-fucked the cunt gash.
When Diane climaxed for her daughter it was the first time Bonnie had ever tasted female cum. Automatically, she compared it to the male variety: And while she couldn't say that either the cream from a spurting cock or the honey from an orgasmic pussy was superior to the other, she certainly knew she would have no difficulty adjusting to a steady diet of cunt.
Her mother apparently felt the same way. For when Bonnie climaxed, Diane acted as if she were going to eat right through her daughter to devour every available drop of teenaged pussyjuice.
Mother and daughter came repeatedly in one another's mouths. And as their multiple orgasms mounted, another advantage of lesbian sixty-nining occurred to Bonnie. When she'd been sucking with her brother and father, the action stopped once the cock shot-off. But there was no such limitation when both halves of the sixty-nine were women. The female partners came and came and came, never stopping since there was no single-shot prick to pamper.
Indeed, when Bonnie and her mom finally withdrew their mouths from one another's cunt, it was only because the time seemed right to test the orgasmic possibilities of even tighter, more sensitive holes.
Simultaneously, each stuffed her tongue into the other's ass chute. Spit greased the way, with penetration surprisingly quick and deep. Neither Diane nor Bonnie could now avoid farting and neither was the slightest bit embarrassed by her windy reaction to her female partner's tongue. They even giggled while sucking up the tangy fumes.
Soon, Bonnie discovered what her more experienced mother already knew-that the nerves in a woman's asshole lead straight to her clit. Bonnie climaxed even sooner and harder than she'd expected to from getting her ass tongue-fucked.
With her tongue hilted in her mother's climaxing asshole, Bonnie learned about the side-effects of the practice. A little bit of something like chocolate syrup seeped into her taste buds. It was shit, she realized, but Bonnie reacted with anything but disgust. She knew that her own shit was being tasted by her mother and it gave her the most incredible sense of sharing she could imagine.
"Ooooh, Mom, I think I loved eating your ass as much as I did your pussy," Bonnie sighed when they'd finally broken apart for air. "And your tongue in mine . . . mmmm . . . first time I've ever really taken anything down there before. Feels sooooo goooooood. Thanks for teaching me about ass-licking, Mom."
"You mean your father hasn't fucked you up the ass?" a surprised Diane asked. , "Not yet."
"Well, you can bet he will. If Ken Johnson's got the balls to fuck his own daughter, sooner or later he'll get around to trying his cock in your tight, little ass."
"Will it hurt?" Bonnie asked. "I mean, daddy's cock is so damned big!"
"It'll only hurt if you let it. Getting fucked in the ass is a real treat if you know what you're doing."
"But where can I get the experience I need before daddy does it to me?" Bonnie asked.
"Right here, honey," Diane replied. "Maybe I don't have a cock to bust your cherry ass, but I've got this." She held up her hand, suggestively wriggling the fingers. "You'd be surprised how far I can reach into your ass if you'll let me. Now, roll over on your stomach and let mama do the rest!"
"Anything you say," Bonnie agreed.
She stretched out face-down in the back of the station wagon, her mother astride her from behind. Diane started slowly, gently caressing Bonnie's plump asscheeks, interrupting the massage from time to time to spit on her fingers.
"Now that I've got my touch nice 'n' wet, I start working my way inside," Diane said, describing what she was doing.
Her moist fingertips crawled into the crack of her daughter's ass, surrounding the pink, puckered dent where the girl's shit normally came out. Then Diane rubbed around Bonnie's asshole until the stimulated rim turned red from the aroused blood that flowed straight to it.
"Ready yet, darling?" Diane purred.
"Mmmm, stick it in, Mom," Bonnie eagerly replied.
Diane leaned down and spit directly into Bonnie's quivering asshole. Then she slid a pair of fingers into the damp chute, quickly burying them to the last set of knuckles.
"So far, so good," Bonnie murmured. "Matter of fact, I think I could take even more "You will, honey. Oh, you will," her mother guaranteed.
Diane added a third finger within Bonnie's stretching asshole. Then she began a rhythmic movement of her hand.
"Feel like you're getting fucked yet?" mother asked daughter.
"A little, Mom," Bonnie sighed.
"That's not good enough," Diane said, curling her three fingers within her daughter's tight but yielding ass.
"Oh, wow, that feels almost like the head of a cock in there now. Fuck me with it, Mom, fuck my ass!"
"No sooner said than done," Diane chuckled, thrusting with her very hard knuckles into her daughter's ass.
"Ahhh, I can feel it all the way to my clit!" Bonnie said breathlessly, clearly on the brink of an orgasm. "Just a little bit more, and-"
Diane knuckle-fucked her daughter even deeper and harder.
Diane added her littlest finger to her daughter's ass. She used its nail to tickle the expanded ass-walls, while the clenched trio of knuckles already inside continued to surge like a fucking cockhead.
A climaxing Bonnie rose to her knees, parting her thighs so her asshole widened even farther. She told her mother that she thought she could take a whole hand up her ass.
"Only one way to find out," Diane said.
Her thumb was still outside, but not for long. To get it in, Diane had to yank with her free hand at one of Bonnie's asscheeks, creating a slight but definite gap at one side of the girl's stuffed asshole. Into this the thumb surged.
Somehow, Diane clenched all of her fingers at the same time in the restricted inner space. The result was a fist, a fist in Bonnie's ass, a fist bigger than the biggest cock.
"God, if I can take this I can take any-thing!" Bonnie squealed with triumph.
Her previous climaxes were nothing compared to the way she came now, as her mother steadily fist-fucked her squirming ass. Bonnie rocked back and forth on her knees to increase the thrilling penetration, keeping it going for several orgasmic minutes.
"Daddy's never gonna ass-fuck me half as good as this," she told her mother when the action wound down. "Thanks, Mom, thanks for showing me what it's all about."
"I didn't do it just because of your father," Diane revealed, finally withdrawing her shit-smeared fingers. "Fact is, sweetheart, I was teaching you how to give it as much as I was how to take it. Know what I mean?"
"Mmmm, I can dig it!" Bonnie eagerly replied, instantly understanding what Diane was getting at.
And soon, mother and daughter had switched positions so Bonnie could return the favor. She'd learned her lessons well and before long her hand was buried to the wrist, her knuckles clenched, and she was fist-fucking Diane in the ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Bonnie knew her mother was lurking somewhere nearby and it gave her added confidence. Indeed, she wondered if she could even go through with this without her mother's support.
"You've got to try this out with your father, that's all there is to it, dear," Diane had said to Bonnie after their fist-fucking session in the station wagon. "Much as I like having you all to myself, you won't be a real woman until your ass has actually been fucked by a real, live cock. You owe it to yourself."
"I'd feel better if you were around, Mom, sort of cheering me on, you know?" Bonnie had suggested. "After all, I wouldn't even know that my ass is supposed to be fucked if it weren't for you. If only you and Daddy got along better, then the three of us could fuck together!"
"Let's not rush things, sweetheart," Diane had warned. "Your father's only ready for so much at a time. And, right now, me being in bed with you two would probably turn his poor cock to putty."
"Then what if you just watched, Mom? Hide someplace so daddy couldn't see you, but so I knew where you were. I think that'd be enough to give me the help I need."
"Sounds like an offer no mother can refuse," Diane had agreed. "Okay, I'll be there, honey. Now all we have to think of now is a way to get rid of your brother in all this snow so you and your dad-and me-can be alone."
Having temporarily forgotten about her brother, Bonnie had felt guilty at the mention of him. For, she was reminded, she'd neglected so far to confess to her mother that she'd fucked Mark too. Holding it back seem-ed like a sneaky thing to do. But was she ready to risk rocking the boat while things were going so well? No. There was always time later for the whole truth.
"Let's send Mark skiing," Diane suddenly said. "The slopes must be packed plenty hard by now and it ought to be easy to talk your brother into taking a run."
"I'll bet he'd rather fuck you, Mom," Bonnie had teased.
"I'll promise him a piece of ass when he gets back from skiing," Diane had chuckled. "Then maybe it'll be your turn to watch."
So it had been settled. That night Diane had talked up skiing to Mark, along with a few whispered promises on the side which had him grinning from ear to ear. The next day he swooped away over the snowy horizon, leaving Diane to strap on a pair of skis herself to supposedly tackle a less-demanding slope nearby.
Bonnie and her father were suddenly left alone. Ken hadn't been expecting an opportunity to fuck his little girl again so soon, but he was as horny as if he'd planned it for weeks.
Stalling at first, Bonnie gave Diane time to circle back to the rear of the cabin before anything serious started. But her father was impatient for action and when Bonnie finally heard the faint click from the back door, she sighed with relief.
"Okay, Daddy," she said, sensing her mother's presence. "I'm ready. Ready for anything. And, mmmmm, you'd better be good!"
Ken Johnson watched his teenaged daughter strip for him and thought himself just about the luckiest guy in the world. She was taking her clothes off slowly, teasing the hard-on that bulged in his pants.
"You keep waving it in front of me like this, little lady," he warned Bonnie, "and I just might not be able to wait long enough to stay a nice guy. How's getting raped by your old man sound?"
"Try that, Daddy," Bonnie warned back, "and you'll miss the special surprise I have in mind for you."
"What's that, sweetheart?" Ken asked eagerly.
"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Bonnie purred. "Just be a good boy and behave yourself, Daddy."
At this point her panties were all that remained of Bonnie's clothing. She delicately peeled them away as if they were an extra layer of skin, then kicked them toward her father. He plucked them from the air and sniffed deeply at their moist crotch, his nostrils flaring from the musky aroma of teenaged pussy.
Ken was, of course, thinking cunt all the way when his naked daughter drifted over to the bed and reclined. For a moment, her raised knees were together, but then they separated to reveal her wispy, young cunt. By the time Bonnie's thighs were fully apart, her pussy yawned so its spread lips framed the pink channel within.
"Prettiest little cunt I'll ever see," Ken hornily sighed.
"But it's not my surprise, Daddy," Bonnie called from the bed. "You've already sucked and fucked my pussy."
"And I'll never get enough of it," Ken said, choking on his own desire.
"But that'd be just another fuck, Daddy."
"What's better?"
"Just watch and I'll give you a yummy hint."
Now Bonnie pointedly covered her cunt with one hand while the other hand went directly below the first. She was playing with the few sparse strands of hair in the crack of her ass now, twisting them around her finger. She made especially sure that her father paid attention to this particular finger, because it was crucial he noticed when it abruptly disappeared.
"I've got more than my pussy between my legs, you know," Bonnie sighed, just as the finger buried itself a notch below her pussy. "And it feels so good when something's inside there."
Her father's jaw was slack even before she tilted back onto the base of her spine so he could definitely see where her finger probed.
"Y-your ass," he stammered as she brazenly finger-fucked herself there.
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Bonnie sexily con-firmed. "And it's as cherry for your cock as my cunt was. Fuck me where I shit, Daddy, and you'll feel what tight really is. Virgin tight."
"You're too young for that, baby," Ken said. "I'd hurt you with my big cock." Not if you rimmed my ass with your tongue first and I made your prick nice 'n' slippery. Your spit and my spit in the right places, Daddy, and something's gotta give. C'mon, give it a try."
"I dunno," Ken said after a long pause, but he moved toward the bed.
Bonnie aggressively pulled him on top of her and stripped his pants away. His cock was so rigid with excitement that it throbbed as if the inner muscle might bust out of its skin.
"A sixty-nine's the best way for us to get each other ready for you to fuck my ass," Bonnie suggested. "Only instead of eating my pussy, you lick inside my asshole while I suck your prick."
Too far gone to question how his daughter knew so much about preparing for this most forbidden form of sex, Ken automatically did as he was told, shifting around on top of Bonnie. With her face between her thighs, his tongue bypassed her cunt and went directly toward the dusky pucker just below.
Then, for an instant, he hesitated. But only until he felt the warmth of Bonnie's mouth around his cock at the other end of the sixty-nine. Abruptly taking the plunge, his tongue wriggled into her asshole, with his taste buds immediately telling him that his daughter's ass was every bit as sweet as her pussy.
The more of Ken's prick Bonnie swallowed, the farther he poked his tongue into her ass.
By the time she'd deep-throated him, he was orally rimming her asshole to the hilt.
The rim job in her ass was so deep that Bonnie could feel the nerves which led to her clit vibrating with pre-orgasmic electricity. However, she held back, afraid that if she climaxed now she'd get so excited she'd make her father come too soon. She was determined to save every drop of his jizz for her first ass fuck.
"Enough, Daddy," she called up, forcing herself to stop sucking Ken's prick.
Ken didn't quit quite yet, though. His tongue had found a groove in his daughter's asshole and he was pumping rhythmically. His reluctance to end the rim-job was, of course, to Bonnie's advantage. No longer having to worry about prematurely draining his cock in her mouth, she let herself go and climaxed just as hard as her exploding senses would let her.
When her orgasm had run its course, her father finally removed his tongue from her asshole. It hung from his mouth, red and dangling like a spent cock, when he turned around to face Bonnie. His real prick, though, jutted from his crotch like a pole, obviously ready to take over where his tongue had left off.
"Want me to do it from on top or from behind?" Ken panted.
Bonnie quickly considered the merits of both positions. Then, having made her decision, she bobbed up on all fours like a bitch in heat.
"Dog-fuck it, Daddy. Dog-fuck my ass!" she cried. "Your slippery cock'll feel even bigger shoving into me that way."
Her father lined up in back of her, with his upwardly slanting prick temporarily stabbing the air between their bodies. He pulled apart the cheeks of her ass, the open crack glistening from the spit he'd previously lathered it with. And her asshole, having been tongued to the depths, slobbered with even more of the same moisture, his rim-job having stretched it to about twice its normal size.
Ken took a deep breath. "Well, baby, it's now or never. Here goes!"
"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes. Stick it in me!"
Ken straightened out his cock so it resembl-ed a weapon and fit the knob into Bonnie's drooling asshole. Then, after he'd taken another deep breath, his hips took over. They bucked and his prick surged into his narrow target.
"See how easy your cock goes in back there?" Bonnie moaned with ecstasy. "Told you that special sixty-nine would do the job. Now go ahead, Daddy, put that big prick all the way up my ass, I can take it."
Ken shoved, glancing down to watch the rest of his hard-on disappear. Once it was buried, his cock was taken over by his daughter's asshole. Yanking at his prickmeat, her inner muscles applied friction that Ken felt all the way down to the soles of his feet.
"Oh, baby!" he rasped, "I've never fucked anything as tight as your young ass. Sensational!"
"It'll get even better," Bonnie promised, "if you move along with me, Daddy. Here, I'll start and you pick up on the beat."
She began jogging back and forth on her knees at a steady tempo, tugging and hauling at her father's prick. Ken joined in with rolling hips, causing his balls to flap against Bonnie's pussy while his cock rhythmically pumped her asshole.
"Time for me to start coming," Bonnie soon said.
She reached down to the crux of her thighs and flicked her clit, the magic button having been primed by the nerves which led to it from her fucked ass. The climax which hit her was even better than she'd expected, nothing less than an orgasmic bolt of lightning.
"Oooooh, shit!" Bonnie swooned. "Feels sooo gooooood I almost can't stand it!"
But she didn't stop fingering her clit, nor rocking on her knees to work her father's cock in her ass. She wanted more, more, more!
She just hoped her eavesdropping mother could see enough to provide her with a detailed description of how she looked getting ass-fucked. How glad Bonnie was that she'd insisted on having an audience.
Meanwhile, her father had added even more excitement to the action by reaching forward to cup her tits. Her girlish tits were, of course, relatively small, but they felt wonderfully swollen in response to the pressure from Ken's hands.
"Squeeze them, Daddy, squeeze my little titties real hard!" Bonnie urged. "The more you squeeze, the more it turns me on."
Ken's hands closed around the ripe melons of flesh, sending shooting pangs of pleasure through Bonnie's naked body directly to her crotch. How she was coming! And how much more she wanted to come!
"Now pinch my nipples, Daddy," she urged.
Her father's thumbs and forefingers pluck-ed the rosebud tips of her tits. But his grip still wasn't strong enough to satisfy Bonnie.
"I said pinch, Daddy, pinch!"
Ken got a tighter hold on her nipples, twisting them. That was what Bonnie craved.
"Hurts just right!" she screamed. "What you're doing to my titties goes just super-with your cock in my ass and the way I'm fingering my own clit. I'm getting it just about everywhere a girl can and just loving it!"
"But I've got one more thing for you, baby," Ken panted. "Hope you're just about ready for it, 'cause it's almost on the way."
"Oh, I know!" Bonnie cried with anticipation. "You're going to come too, aren't you, Daddy? Your big cock's gonna come in my fucked ass!"
"That's about the size of it," Ken confirm-ed. "Feels like there's a dam between my legs that's ready to bust wide open."
"Well, don't hold it back. Do what you've gotta do!" Bonnie squealed. "Quick as you can, Daddy, 'cause my ass is soooo thirsty for the hottest load of your jizz your cock's ever shot!"
"Hold on then, princess, this'll be a god-damned gusher!" Ken warned with macho pride.
He released Bonnie's tits to concentrate entirely on fucking her ass to a creamy conclusion. His hands seized her hips, guiding their movement to match that of his thrusting prick. Through it all, Bonnie continued rubbing her clit, keeping herself coming and coming.
"Now!" Ken hissed. "Now!"
His buried cock was abruptly creaming deep in his daughter's bowels. Rather than arriving in separate spurts, his scalding cum spilled in a continuous stream. It was as if he were pissing in Bonnie's ass, which was the perfect complement to the gurgling shit within her.
"Don't know where I'm getting it all," Ken gasped, amazed by his seemingly endless sup-ply of jizz.
"Neither do I," Bonnie gasped back, "but thank God for miracles. Fill me up even more, Daddy. Fill me up with so much of your hot cum that my ass'll never be able to hold it all. I want it running down into my cunt by the time you pull out!"
Now Bonnie's ass tugged at his nearly spent prick, milking the dregs from his balls. Then, slowly, Ken's inevitably shrinking cock withdrew from her thoroughly fucked asshole and flopped into the open.
With her father's cockmeat out of her ass chute, Bonnie put her hand to work between the cheeks of her ass. Her asshole was a circular wound which bled cum, and she smeared the oozing slime all over her rear-spread crotch from thigh to thigh. By the time she'd completed the kinky task she might as well have sat down in a vat of whipped cream.
"Well, Daddy," she called back, "what do you think? Ever seen so much cum in your life?"
"Looks like there must've been two of me fucking you, baby," Ken sighed in awe. "You're such a goddamned beautiful mess down there, I have trouble believing it was just me who did it to you."
"Speaking of messes," Bonnie giggled, "aren't you gonna clean me off?"
Ken realized that she was hinting he ought to eat her immediately after fucking her and this shook him up. For Ken was one of those men who'd never tasted his own cum.
"Tell you what, Daddy," Bonnie said. "Your cock must be kinda shitty after fucking my ass so deep and hard so I'll clean you up, too. How about if I give you a blow-job to get rid of what I did to you, while you lick your cum off me at the same time? That's a fair enough deal, isn't it?"
It was the kinkiest sort of sixty-nine Ken had ever heard of. But then he glanced down at his prick and saw how brown it was stained with female shit. He figured that if Bonnie was willing to suck that he ought to be man enough to return the favor by eating her out, his own cum and all.
So he lowered himself next to her, facing her dripping crotch when she propped herself up on her elbow to orally take aim at his filthy prick. Then they curled into the bizarre sixty-nine, neither on top as they sucked side by side.
Ken's cock had been soft after the ass-fuck, but it sprang immediately back to life in the deep warmth of his daughter's throat. Mean-while, licking around Bonnie's creamy asshole, he found the flavor of his own jizz surprisingly pleasant. And it tasted even better when he licked a notch away so his jizz was laced with the natural juices from his daughter's ever-sweet pussy.
Bonnie had swiftly sucked Ken's ass-fucked cock clean and was now concentrating on giving the best blow-job she could. It seemed only fair, since her father was eating her ass and cunt so hungrily.
However, at this point, Bonnie had more than one parent on her mind. Having heard a rattle from the rear of the cabin, she guessed that her mother had just slipped out the back door after watching the whole thing. It made Bonnie proud to know she'd put on such a good show.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After nearly an hour of nonstop sucking and fucking, Bonnie and her dad finally broke apart from one another. Ken was so exhausted that he wasn't good for anything except taking a nap, dropping off within seconds after closing his eyes. On her own, Bonnie dressed, then wandered into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
When she reached to turn on the tap, something made her pause. It was a noise. Bonnie turned around and felt the breeze it let in before actually seeing the unlatched back door.
"Mom must've left it ajar on her way out," Bonnie figured aloud.
Then she realized there was one way to find out for sure if her mother had come and gone. Knowing there would be footprints in the snow behind the cabin, Bonnie took a look. They were nowhere to be seen.
"So she didn't show up, after all," Bonnie muttered.
At first she felt betrayed, but then it occur-red to her that something might have gone wrong. Her mother, of course, was just a beginner on skis. Even traveling a short distance Diane was capable of having an accident.
"Mom might be out there in the snow with a broken leg right now," Bonnie gulped with alarm, forgetting all about sex. "I'd better go look for her."
She went out the back door and around the cabin. There was another set of skis, boots and poles on top of the station wagon, and Bonnie was fairly good with them. After quickly out-fitting herself, she pushed off on the snow's slick track and darted off in search of her mother, praying that nothing was wrong but expecting the worst.
"You really ought to stay off these things, Mom," Mark said as he untangled Diane's skis from her twisted legs. "Even if you haven't broken any bones, just a pulled muscle could've left you out here to freeze your ass off if I hadn't come along."
"I'm all right-really," Diane insisted. "Just get these damned sticks off my feet and I'll be able to walk back to the cabin on my own."
She was thinking, of course, about what she was missing by remaining outdoors. Inside the cabin, she knew, her daughter was getting fucked in the ass, and because of this stupid accident she was missing Bonnie's final step into complete womanhood.
"Hey, what's your hurry, Mom?" Mark asked. "Nothing seems to be broken, and if you're cold I'm here to warm you up-if you know what I mean."
Even with her son's bulky clothing, Diane noticed the telltale bulge at the crotch of his pants. He wanted, she realized, to turn her accident into some unscheduled sucking and fucking.
"After all, Mom," he confirmed this, "you promised me a fuck later. So why not just move things up as long as we have the chance? Couldn't be better for us. We're all alone, and-"
"No, I can't," Diane cut in. "I have to-"
Now it was Mark's turn to interrupt. "Have to do what, Mom?" he asked suspiciously.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Diane lied, saying the first thing that popped in her head.
"Hell, Mom, what's the matter with doing it right out here?"
"Don't be silly."
Diane didn't know what to do. Then, worse, with all the talking about it, she really did have to piss.
"Tell you what, Mom," her son said. "You won't even have to worry about not being able to wipe. I'll do it for you-with my tongue!"
And hearing this bizarre offer, Diane suddenly felt her resistance melting as the pressure in her bladder mounted. Since she'd discovered the erotic potential of teenaged boys she'd had all kinds of sex with them, but never this. Did Mark really mean it? she wondered.
"What if I just went ahead and pissed all over you?" she kinkily suggested. "Could you handle that, Sonny Boy?"
"Anything that comes out of your cunt, Mom, I'll take right in my mouth," Mark eagerly replied.
Forgetting all about her previous commit-ment to Bonnie, Diane was hooked. Already she was unfastening her pants.
"It's gonna be wet," she warned her son. "This is your last chance to back out."
"No way, Mom. You've got me just about as thirsty for your piss as I ever was for your pussy juice."
Diane dropped her pants and panties past her knees and squatted. Mark immediately sank onto his back in the snow behind her, his face lifted so the shadow of his mother's spread crotch fell across it.
Diane had become so excited by what she was about to do that she began playing with her clit. She'd never come and pee'd at the same time, but she'd certainly climaxed while shitting during an ass-fuck. Considering that, she decided it ought to be a snap.
As she fingered her clit, she controlled her straining bladder from within, wanting to feel the nearness of an orgasm before she let go with her golden shower. Down below, Mark waited with his mouth open. He'd also unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock so he could jack off while his mother turned his kinky fantasy into wet reality.
"Jesus, if I can't come for this, I ought to turn in my cunt," Diane joked.
Now, eager to let go on both counts, Diane pinched her clit between her thumb and fore-finger and twisted it around double. It was like turning on a faucet and Diane's senses exploded with orgasm. Her bladder erupted and hot piss gushed from her yawning cunt, on a direct line to Mark's open mouth.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" he gurgled, what he didn't swallow pouring down his chin.
Diane could only agree. Extremely aroused, she kept fingering her clit after the last drop of pee had been spilled. Her first climax gave way to a second one, so that before long what her cunt dribbled into her son's mouth was female cum.
Mark obviously liked her cum even better than her piss. His hand was a blur around his cock now as he furiously jacked off.
Not wanting his cum to go to waste, Diane dropped down with her back to him, knocking his hand away. She leaned toward his crotch to hungrily swallow his cock and at the same time she sat flush on his face, forming a sixty-nine. As her pussy came in his mouth, Mark shot off himself, his teenaged jizz spurting from his deep-throated prick straight to Diane's belly.
Gradually, the mutual suction lessened in intensity, as mother and son drained one another dry. However, when they finally pulled apart, it was clear that the sixty-nine had just been foreplay in their latest incestuous encounter.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, Mom?" Mark asked with a horny leer and a tireless hard-on.
"I dunno, you tell me, stud," Diane teased.
"Simple. Since you already pissed on me, Mom, we might as well go the whole route. How's me trying to fuck the shit out of your ass sound?"
"Like heaven on earth!" Diane swooned, bobbing up on all fours like a bitch in heat.
Bonnie glided over the snowy terrain with frustration, having looked in vain for her mother so far. Then, almost ready to abandon the search, she heard a distinctly human and female cry of pain.
It sounded like it came from not more than a few hundred yards away. Over to the right. Bonnie made a loop to point herself in that direction and approached a grove of pine trees in the distance.
Then she heard her mother groan clearly from behind the trees.
"Oh, God, it hurts ... it hurts. . . "
Bonnie pushed herself like a streak, speeding to what she was sure her mother's rescue. Then, even with the wind whistling in her ears, she heard something which caused her to abruptly dig her ski-poles into the snow and stop so violently that she pitched forward head over heels.
"Yes, hurts sooo goooood!" her mother had swooned. And now, as Bonnie sprawled in a heap of arms, legs and skis, she listened harder.
"Your cock in my ass hurts so damned good!" Diane moaned.
Shucking off her skis, Bonnie straightened herself out, crawling forward toward the action. On the way, the irony of what she was about to do hit her. Here she was, about to eavesdrop on her mother getting fucked in the ass when it had been planned the other way around!
From behind a large tree, Bonnie could see it all. Her mother and brother were coupled like mating dogs, with Mark's cock pumping into Diane from behind. Although she tried being angry at her mother for not showing up at the cabin, Bonnie quickly got over it. For, now that she'd taken a cock up her ass herself, Bon-nie was well aware that the backdoor brand of sex was irresistible.
It was very educational for Bonnie to watch two other people doing something she'd tried herself for the first time only a short time before. It was the perfect way to keep her memory fresh about the special magic of a big cock in the tightest female fuck-hole. It was also a total turn-on.
Bonnie reached inside her panties and between her legs so she could touch both her pussy and asshole at the same time, fingering the latter while she rubbed the former with the heel of her hand. It felt damned good!
"You coming again, Mom?" Mark asked, his thick, young cock working steadily in the chute of his mother's squirming ass.
"Again?" Diane laughed. "Hell, I've never stopped coming!"
"Wish I could come like that," Mark sigh-ed. "That's the tough part about being a guy. You chicks can get off as many times as you want. But we've got just the one wad to shoot out of our cocks into you and then we have to start in all over again. Sometimes I think it isn't fair."
"Don't knock it," his mother said. "That single blast of jizz from your spurting cock gets the job done just dandy as far as I'm concerned. Speaking of which, I'm ready for an ass full of your cum any time you're ready to deliver."
"Why didn't you say so, Mom?" Mark answered. "I've been holding it back so long that I can almost taste my own cream."
"Well, don't punish yourself. Let it rip!"
"You got it, Mom!"
Mark's quickened breath swallowed the rest of his words, as he let his cock do his talking for him. It became a pistoning shaft of erotic machinery in his mother's asshole, while he guided her hips with his hands for maximum friction.
"Ooooh, that's it, drive it in there, lover!" Diane cried. "Try to split me in half just before you come in my ass!"
And, listening and watching from over behind the tree, Bonnie knew exactly what her mother was talking about. One of the things so special about an ass-fuck was the violence it unleashed within the man. Even though a woman might love her partner dearly -especially the case with incest-she still had the sensation of being brutally raped.
Bonnie just wished she had a cock in her ass, too. For now, though, she'd just have to make do with the jabbing thrusts of her own fingers. They were in there now, of course, curled at the knuckles to resemble the head of a prick. Maybe if she was fortunate she could make herself climax about the same time her brother shot-off in their mother's asshole!
"Gonna blow, Mom!" Mark shouted, burying his cock to his balls up Diane's ass channel.
Simultaneously, Bonnie's ass-fucking knuckles surged to the spasming entrance of her gurgling bowels.
"Ooooooh, I'm commmming!" Mark groaned very loudly, his cock exploding with a torrent of jism.
"Mmmm, me tooo," Bonnie whimpered, feeling some of her own slimy shit creeping down her probing fingers.
And then Diane added yet another climax of her own to the family flurry of coming. "Damn, if this isn't the best one yet!" she cried. "Nothing like an ass full of jizz to make a woman really get her bell rung!"
Mother, son and daughter all came together and the experience was so special for Bonnie that, when it was over, she wished it could have been even better. And it would have been if she'd been directly participating in the action rather than merely watching.
But how, Bonnie wondered, could she bring it off? Showing herself now threatened to create problems for, almost certainly, her presence would bring out the fact that she was no stranger to fucking her brother.
"And Mom'll want to know why I kept me and Mark a secret from her. She'll probably get really pissed," Bonnie sighed. "She thinks I'm only fucking daddy. I'm gonna have to break the truth to her gently."
Still, staying on the sidelines when she could be sucking and fucking had her gritting her teeth with frustration.
"Maybe I ought to just leave before I get so horny that I ruin everything," she mumbled, trying to reason with herself.
But when she attempted to steal away, one last glance at her mother and brother proved her undoing. Rooted to the spot, Bonnie wound up staring more intently than ever.
It was the view of her mother's fucked asshole that did it. Now that Mark's cock had been removed, the widened opening not only oozed with excess cum but with something resembling the texture of hot fudge.
"Shit!" Bonnie panted with excitement, uncontrollably aroused by the sight of a substance most people found disgusting. "God, Mark fucked mom so hard that he fucked the shit out of her. What a trip!"
"Told you I'd fuck the shit out of you, Mom!" he crowed, unwittingly echoing his hidden sister's sentiments.
"It's not the first time, and, Sonny Boy, it better not be the last," Diane sighed. "A woman's asshole's made for two things-shit-ting and fucking."
"Won't get any argument out of me about that, Mom," Mark said, his dripping cock still hard. "But what about your cunt? It needs fucking, too."
"Mmmmm, does it," Diane readily replied. "Just let me clean both of us off and I'll put your big prick back to work."
She started the clean up with herself, rolling onto her back and scooping up a handful of snow. This she placed between her thighs, rubbing until it melted through her fingers. When she was finished, the icy bath had turned her asshole into a blue pucker and temporarily shriveled her pussylips shut.
"Now, get down here so I can wash your filthy cock."
"God, not with that snow, Mom," Mark protested, his teeth chattering in advance. "I couldn't take it."
"Then how about if I use my mouth?" Diane chuckled. "I'll suck your nasty cock squeaky clean while you're doing the same thing to my poor, frozen pussy to warm me up again.".
Sighing with relief, Mark eagerly hunched astride his mother. As his tongue moved to thaw out her cunt, she swallowed his ass-fucked prick at the other end of the action and the sound of hungry slurping filled the air.
And, from behind the tree, Bonnie squirmed with frustration. How she yearned to step out into the open and join the incestuous session. After all, her brother's cock was so young and strong that there was no reason it couldn't fuck her cunt as well as her mother's. And she was perfectly willing to do her share of sucking before it was her turn for a pussy full of Mark's cock.
Then, in her mind's eye, Bonnie saw herself making her move. She'd start by sneaking up on the sixty-nine to lick her mother and brother all over. She'd lick them so good that they wouldn't even bother to ask what she was doing there.
And, of course, she'd have stripped beforehand. Once she was tangled up with them, her mother and brother would realize she was naked in the snow just for them. They'd reach out to rub her tits and ass and pussy and they'd be so glad she was there.
But suddenly, blinking away the images, Bonnie snapped back to reality. The winter day chilled her spine and would continue to do so unless she either went back to the cabin or got the nerve to take her chances and actually join the fucking action.
It was all so crazy, thought Bonnie. Here she was freezing while fully clothed, yet craving the warmth that being totally nude in the snow would bring. The difference of course, was that clothed she was alone. Naked, she would be sucking and fucking with her mother and brother.
Well, she wistfully reminded herself, there was still the cabin. A fire was probably roaring and her dad might be up and around by now. He could fuck her again . . .
But when Bonnie closed her eyes and tried to picture her father's cock, her mind went blank. Worse, her pussy failed to respond.
Then she opened her eyes and saw her brother's cock, just as it emerged from their mother's mouth. It was solid as a rock, ready to fuck. Bonnie's pussy burned with desire.
"Enough sucking," Diane told her son. "Get that monster cock in my cunt and fuck me until I scream!"
Bonnie winced with envy as her brother quickly shifted into position for the next stage of the fucking action. He knelt between their mother's spread legs, aiming his jutting prick at the pink slice that glistened down the center of Diane's hairy pussy.
And then he closed the distance between his crotch and hers. As he sprawled on top of Diane, his big prick sank deeper and deeper into her cunt until it was buried to the balls.
Their hips began to move, with Mark's ass bobbing in the air and Diane's squirming in the snow. Her wet pussy squished as a result of rhythmic cock-thrusts. They were fucking, fucking, fucking . . .
"I can't stand it," Bonnie panted. "I've got to get in on this!"
She hurriedly wriggled out of her clothes, shedding them along with her frustration. It felt so good to be suddenly naked. Why had she waited so long to go ahead and do what came naturally?
She hadn't the patience to sneak up on her mother and brother as she'd earlier imagined herself doing. She ran toward them, kicking up the powdery snow with her heels.
They looked up from their fucking as Bonnie bore down on them. And then she was there, gasping with a combination of lust and breathlessness from her headlong spring as she sank to her knees beside them.
"Room for one more?" she hopefully panted.
And, with a single icy word, her glaring mother chilled her to the bone. "Depends," Diane snapped. "Depends!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Crushed, Bonnie was pleased that Mark still tried to hide what had happened between them. But their mother wasn't fooled at all.
"You little shitass!" Diane swore to her stammering son. "I can see you're very happy your sister showed up. You've already fucked the little bitch, haven't you?"
"I made him do it, Mom!" Bonnie cut in, trying to protect her brother.
Diane gravely nodded. "Figures. Was that before or after you stole my husband?"
"Daddy saw Mark and me fucking down by the creek," Bonnie anxiously tried to explain, praying that her mother would accept the truth. "Then the next day daddy got me alone, one thing led to another-and well, you know the rest."
The glare from Diane's eyes chilled her more than the snow.
"My God, Mom, we're a family!" Bonnie blurted. "We love each other! What can be wrong if we show it the best way there is? Fucking's a beautiful thing and I want to share my body with all of you. It's the best way I know to prove how much I love you and Mark and daddy!"
"There's love and there's sex," Diane spat at her pleading daughter. "All a little whore like you understands is sex. Raw sex. The way animals do it. My own daughter stole my husband and son from me because she has a cunt for brains, that's all there is to it."
"But, Mom, what about when it was just you and me alone together? You couldn't get enough of my cunt then," Bonnie whimpered. "And you were the one who persuaded me to have Daddy fuck me in the ass. How can you turn on me now, just because I fucked Mark too?"
"It's simple, Sis," Mark cut in. "Mom likes 'em young. She's got a kid back home named Chad she fucks, and now me to do stud-service for her. Dad doesn't mean shit to her no matter what she says now. But when she found out about you and me-well, that's competition for the old bitch."
"I'll put my cunt up against your sister's any damned day!" Diane shot back.
"But then I'd have to fuck you both, one right after the other, to make up my mind who's the best piece of ass," Mark said. "Sure you could stand watching my cock moving in-side Bonnie's tight, young cunt?"
"I'll take my chances," Diane replied. "No boy who fucks me can walk away thinking some school girl who was still cherry the day before yesterday is a better piece of ass than I am.
"Well, Sis, you heard her," Mark declared. "I'll fuck you both and settle this for once and for all. Tell you what." He laughed. "Whichever one of you loses the fucking con-test can have dad. It's about time the old man had to put up with my hand-me-downs 'stead of the other way around."
At this point, her brother had become just about as unpleasant to Bonnie as her mother. She was so turned-off that she didn't want to fuck anybody-perhaps never again after this.
"Well," her impatient brother arrogantly called. "What're you two cunts waiting for? My cock's hard and you're still stalling. C'mon, spread 'em!"
All Bonnie wanted to do was run, even if she was stark naked and there was snow for miles around. Let Mark and their mother fuck all day by themselves-they deserved each other.
But then Bonnie saw something from the corner of her eye. Was her mind playing tricks on her ? No, there it was again. A wink. Her mother was winking at her!
Bonnie couldn't figure it out. And now, out of her brother's line of vision, her mother was grinning her way.
Her curiosity mounting, Bonnie was suddenly much less interested in leaving. Desperately seeking to bridge the gap that had widened between them in the last few minutes, Bonnie looked searchingly at her mother in the hope of receiving some unspoken message that would lessen her anxiety.
"Trust me," Diane silently mouthed.
All at once, Bonnie felt overwhelmed by relief. Of course, why hadn't she seen it all along? Her mother had never really been angry at her for fucking with Mark. It was just an act, an act to push Mark to the limit so he'd fuck them both at the peak of his powers.
Now that she was aware of her mother's scheme, Bonnie saw her brother's ultra-macho behavior in a whole new light. He was trying so hard to prove he was a man that it was almost cute. Yes, indeed, it'd be a kick to make him decide who was the better piece of ass.
"Spread 'em!" Mark repeated.
Bonnie and Diane traded another glance, then settled their bare asses into the snow and, side by side, parted their legs. In juicy readiness, their waiting pussies were there for Mark to compare. Stroking his hard-on, he took a long look before selecting which pussy to fuck first.
On his left was his sister's teenaged cunt, so wispy and almost delicate. In contrast on the right, his mother's bushy pussy triangle flared. It was, in short, a match-up of a girlish pussy only a few fucks removed from virginity and an experienced cunt that had been taking cock for years.
Mark wondered if his sister's cunt would ever look like their mother's. Did women grow extra hair down there the more they fucked? Maybe that was a silly idea, but it didn't stop Mark from wanting it to be true. The idea of pussies taking shape because of guys like him was a real turn-on.
Then he realized that with his flight of fancy he'd become the one who stalled. If he wanted to prove what a stud he was, he had to go ahead and start fucking one pussy or the other, that's all there was to it. Eeny-meeny-miny-mo . . .
But Mark stopped in the midst of his random method of selection, suddenly thinking of a way to shift the burden of choice to his sister and mother.
"I want to get off to a good start," he said. "So you two bitches start playing with your cunts. Whoever makes herself come first gets first chance at my cock."
Neither Bonnie nor Diane were fooled by Mark's attempt to mask his indecision. Not, of course, that they weren't willing to humor him. In fact, they were prepared to go way beyond his original suggestion.
Their cunts would be played with, all right, but by each other's' hands. Quickly!, Bonnie's fingers were all over her mother's hairy cunt, while Diane in kind reached over to rub teenaged pussy.
Mark's eyes grew wide and his cock jutted at an even sharper angle, for this was the first time he'd ever witnessed any lesbian activity. It didn't take him long to recognize how totally his sister and mother were in touch with each other. Neither could have possibly done a bet-ter job by working on her own cunt.
"Oooooh, finger-fuck my pussy as deep as you can, Mom," Bonnie moaned. "Then I'll come."
"Not any more than I will if you do the same thing to me, baby," Diane murmured in reply.
Their fingers sank into their cunts, wriggling within. When their hips bucked to increase the penetration, their asses wobbled in the air.
"Ooooh, I'm coming now!" Bonnie swoon-ed.
Diane orgasmically groaned, "Mmmm, me too."
In the meantime, Mark automatically stroked his rigid cock. Then, feeling the abruptly rising tide in his loins, he realized that he'd come too if he didn't stop jacking off. The potential embarrassment of creaming from a hand-job after all the bragging he'd done about his fucking ability was too much.
"A cunt ... a cunt," he muttered to himself. "Got to get my damned cock in a cunt!"
Mark closed his eyes and fell between the first set of spread thighs that caught him. At last, his prick pushed inside the squeezing warmth of either his sister's or mother's pussy. But it wasn't alone in there, as a pair of female fingers remained to keep his cock company.
The fingers grabbed his cock so Mark's prickmeat couldn't move without being affected by the extra friction. It was like being jacked off and fucking at the same time, doubling the pressure on his cock and balls.
Mark had planned to have fucked his sister and mother at least once apiece before he shot his wad, but he was too far gone to stick to his timetable. Something had to give right away.
"Oooooh, shit, can't hold it back!" he gasped.
His cock gushed at the depths of the pussy it fucked, spurting even more than the usual generous amount of cum. By the time Mark had been drained, his balls felt like they were inside out and his hard-on was gone.
"Damn," he muttered with frustration, "too much, too soon. I blew it."
He didn't have to pull out of the cunt he'd just swamped, because his shrinking prick withdrew on its own. When Mark opened his eyes, he saw that it was his sister he'd fucked to excess. Looking at his deflated prick, Bonnie giggled out loud.
"Well, Mom," she playfully called, "seems like Mark's eyes were bigger than his cock. If you want any action, you'll have to find somebody else."
"I already have," Diane answered. "I've got two kids, you know."
"Only one of them has a cock, though, Mom," Bonnie teased.
"But the other one has a pussy that just got fucked full of plenty of cum from that cock," Diane cheerfully noted. "Don't worry, I'll be more than happy to take what I can get."
"Sit on your face, Mom?" Bonnie asked, already shifting toward her mother.
"All the way down, baby. I'll eat right through you if you give me the chance."
Bonnie immediately swung astride her mother's head. As she lowered her crotch she fingered her pussylips apart, spilling jizz on Diane's features just before she landed with a moist squish.
Bonnie's cunt sealed her mother's mouth, the lips of the first spread around the lips of the second. In response, Diane shot her tongue well up into the teenaged cunt and spooned herself a generous helping of teenaged cum.
"Didn't work out. the way you planned, Mark. But, hey, what the hell?" Bonnie mock-ed her brother as she sat on their mother's face. "You can always watch Mom and me. you don't need a hard-on for that."
"I'm not out of it yet. I'll show you bitches!" Mark vowed, his face burning.
"Action speaks louder than words," Bonnie taunted. "And all I hear now is just talk."
She was looking pointedly at her brother's cock when she said this. Mark briefly glanced there too, but turned away with embarrassment at the sight of his shriveled prickmeat. Then his gaze landed somewhere that gave him hope.
For, all at once, Mark found himself staring straight between his mother's legs at her hairy cunt, While she ate Bonnie's pussy, Diane played with her own cunt, her probing fingers parting the floss to expose the pink drooling cuntslit which ran from her asshole to her clit.
If Mark wanted another chance to prove himself, this was it. If he couldn't raise another hard-on for his own mother's picture-book cunt, the only thing left was for him to slink away with his cock drooping like he was a dog with his tail between his legs.
He concentrated entirely on Diane's pussy, blocking everything else from his mind. In the process, he automatically closed the distance between it and-him until he could, smell it. As his nostrils flared, the blood rushed to the crux of his loins. But he was not aware of his sudden hard-on until he saw it jut in front of him, the swollen head pointing toward his mother's hairy cunt.
He took aim and his hips bucked. As his cock plunged into its target, his thrusting cock was abruptly surrounded by moist female warmth.
Looking down from her perch on her mother's face, Bonnie avoided saying anything for fear of spoiling her brother's recovery. Of course his return to form was exactly what she and her mother had hoped for. Teasing and taunting him had been simply a means to an end.
From above, Bonnie saw her mother's legs wrap around Mark. Then Diane rocked him so his cock pumped rhythmically in her cunt. It was such a beautiful sight to watch them fuck, Bonnie thought, poetry in motion.
Her pussy having been thoroughly eaten at this point, Bonnie slid off her mother's face toward the rear of the action to get more directly involved. There, in the tangle of loins, she found the perfect place to start-her brother's balls. She sucked them all the way into her mouth, rolling them over the cushion of her tongue and bathing them with spit.
"Oooooh, Sis, that you?" Mark moaned.
Bonnie, of course, couldn't answer with her mouth so full, but Diane teased Mark. "So who else were you expecting?"
"Just that sis was giving me such a hard time before," Mark replied. "Didn't expect her to help me fuck you."
"She'd have to answer to me if she didn't," Diane kidded.
Bonnie heard this and decided to do her part. Releasing Mark's balls, she joined his cock in their mom's fucked pussy with as many inches of her tongue as she could squirm inside.
"Mmmm, if I didn't know better I'd swear I had two boys instead of a son and a daughter," Diane squealed. "Damn, if it doesn't almost feel right now like I've got two cocks in my cunt."
And Bonnie instantly thought about going her mother one better, namely with a third insertion. This time, though, it'd have to be a notch below, because that poor, old cunt was just about at the bursting point from so much tongue and cock.
"Damn, you read my mind!" Diane whooshed with delight when she felt her daughter's Fingers enter her asshole. "Now curl those knuckles, so it feels like another prick up my ass!"
Bonnie immediately did as she was told, clenching her fingers. Diane's asshole spasmed with delight and that Bonnie knew her mother's bowels were fluttering right along with her womb now.
"Now to add my own special touch just before I come better than I ever have in my life," Diane moaned.
She squeezed her own tits, making sure she pinched the nipples in the process. This had her teetering on the orgasmic brink and she then pushed herself over by lifting a tit to her mouth and biting into the soft flesh.
"God help me!" Diane abruptly cried, the gnawed tit bobbing from her mouth as she violently climaxed. "This is it! The big one! I might die from coming!"
Mark and Bonnie knew enough about their mother not to let up a bit. His cock and her tongue seemed to combine into a single unit, fucking her even harder and faster than before. At the same time Bonnie knuckle-fucked Diane's ass so deeply that her mother's hot shit coated her fingers.
"How much more of this can I take?" Diane feverishly cried. "You kids are gonna be the death of me yet!"
"Hold on, Mom," Mark called. "It's almost over. My cock's ready to blow."
His prick pushed to the hilt in his mother's cunt, tugging Bonnie's tongue along with it. Then, after a flexing ripple which traveled from the root of his hard-on to the tip, his cockhead erupted with molten jizz.
With her tongue also fucking pussy, Bonnie savored Mark's cum as it poured from his prick into their mother's cunt. It made her taste buds tingle as if each one were a miniature clit.
Then, when Mark's balls were drained after several spurting seconds, he withdrew his spent prick and Bonnie took over Diane's cunt entirely with her tongue. She stiffened it like a cock and kept right on fucking her mother's pussy, swallowing plenty of leaking jizz in the process. And, just below, her fingers kept pumping her mom's ass.
"Enough's enough," Diane whimpered. Bonnie, however, was burrowing too solidly between Diane's legs to listen. So it was left to Mark to come to their mother's rescue. He grabbed a fistful of Bonnie's hair and yanked as hard as he could. At first her tongue and fingers actually seemed stuck in Diane's pussy and asshole. But then, after another brutal yank from above, they popped free.
It was too late to save Diane, though. Her head briefly arose, then, as her eyes rolled so only the whites showed, she flopped back on the snow. Suddenly she was as still as death.
"God, Sis . . . what have we done to Mom?" a frightened Mark whispered.
But Bonnie just laughed. "I'll bring the old girl back to life."
Without hesitation she sat on her mother's face, putting cunt to mouth. From there, she leaned forward.
Mark was too nervous to look. But when he Finally turned around again he collapsed with relief.
What he saw was the sixty-nine his sister had started on their previously lifeless mother. Only now a critical changed had taken place-Diane was on top!
CHAPTER NINE
"Your father's been out in the cold too long," Diane said.
It was a kind of funny way to put it since the rest of them had been the ones out sucking and fucking in the snow. But Bonnie knew exactly what her mother meant as they talked alone.
"In other words," she answered, "you mean that it's time Daddy found out that we're all in this together, is that it?"
"Absolutely," Diane confirmed. "We might as well get everything out in the open. It'll just cramp our style as long as your father thinks he has you all to himself."
"You want me to tell him?" Bonnie suggested nervously.
"That'd be too routine," Diane snickered. "It'd be a lot more interesting to show him. You know, catch your dad in the middle of something he didn't expect, then watch it dawn on him that he was in even deeper than he'd thought."
"You're such a nasty bitch, Mom," Bonnie sighed. "I know you've already got a plan worked out in your twisted mind so, c'mon, let's hear it."
"Only if you'll promise to do whatever I say," Diane said, licking her chops in anticipation.
"What if I refused?" Bonnie challenged.
"Hadn't occurred to me that you would," Diane smugly replied. "But then, of course, I almost forgot to mention your allowance being tripled when we get back home. And how you can use the car whenever you want to. Have your own phone in your room ..."
"Say no more, Mom," Bonnie interrupted, laughing herself. "I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of your generosity."
"Me? Your father's the one who pays the bills," Diane said. "All I'm doing is making sure he gets his money's worth. Now are you ready to listen?"
"Fire away, Mom."
"Well, naturally your brother will have to be in on this too. Now the way I've got it figured ..."
Ken Johnson wished that he'd been snow-bound alone with his daughter for his cock seemed continually hard. He felt like a horny kid again, practically limping around because of the stiff third leg that kept him off balance.
Right now, for instance. Bonnie was leaning over just a few feet in front of him, stoking the coals in the fireplace. It was so warm inside the cabin that she wore shorts and they rode up as she stooped and Ken could see the elastic of her panties gripping her plump asscheeks.
The hard-on she gave Ken strained to bust out of his pants. But there was nothing he could do about it at the moment because his wife and son were there also. So he plopped down in a chair with a frustrated sigh.
Then Ken glanced at Mark. The boy was eying Bonnie's ass himself and since Ken was well aware that the kids had fucked before and he wondered if Mark was getting ideas about a repeat performance.
Squirming from the possibility of com-petition, Ken just wished there was some way the boy could be permanently distracted. And he knew that the best way to stop Mark from trying to get into Bonnie's pants would be to arrange for him to get into someone else's.
Unfortunately, Ken realized, the only "someone else" available out here in the middle of nowhere was Diane. And he couldn't imagine his sexually uptight wife having sex with their son. It would be the perfect arrangement but, of course, he knew it was hopeless. Or was it?
For Diane had just joined Bonnie in front of the fireplace, also stooping over. She also wore shorts too and as she leaned forward, Ken saw that hers were even more revealing. He could plainly see some wispy evidence of her hairy cunt, the way the shorts tugged in the crack of her flexing butt. His wife wore no panties and, Ken noticed, Mark was looking, too.
Ken had never expected to be checking out his own son's cock, but now he did. It bulged in Mark's tight jeans now that he'd shifted his gaze from his sister's ass to his mother's.
Then, suddenly, Diane wheeled around as though she'd actually felt Mark's eyes on her private parts. Oh, Christ, Ken nervously predicted, if she knew how the kid had been checking out her ass, all hell would break loose! As if he were somehow responsible for what seemed about to happen because of his previous thoughts, Ken guiltily awaited the worst.
"Oh, I think I hurt my back bending over like that," Diane moaned.
A relieved Ken was even ready to volunteer to rub the kink out of her spine however, his son beat him to it.
"Sure, Mom," Mark said. "Come here and kneel down in front of my chair."
Diane bent over and got into position, facing away from her son so he could put his hands on her back. Slipping them under her blouse, he began massaging her from the shoulder blades down.
"Ooooh, that feels so good Diane moaned, as Mark's hands gradually worked toward her waist. "Lower, honey, lower."
He rubbed at the base of her spine and Diane started breathing so quickly that her heaving belly snapped open the waistband of her tight shorts while she knelt. As they drooped around her hips, the crack of her ass showed, and she did nothing to cover it.
Bonnie was still tending the fire, oblivious to her mother. Ken, though, was all eyes, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hear-ing.
"Down even lower than that, honey," Diane urged Mark.
She all but shoved her ass at him, forcing the loose shorts farther down her hips. Without the slightest trace of embarrassment, Mark rubbed the bare halves of her ass together.
As he looked on, an astonished Ken felt invisible. They behaved as if he weren't even there.
"Stick your hand inside there, darling. That's it, in between the cheeks. That's where it really feels good. Mmmmm, yes it does."
By this point, Mark's hand was probing within his mother's sagging shorts. There was, Ken realized, only one part of Diane the boy could possibly be touching. A mental image of his wife's hairy cunt flashed into his mind, as though it were a memory from the distant past. The amount of blood suddenly rushing to his cock made him dizzy.
"Did you say something, Daddy?" Bonnie said as she turned toward her father from the fireplace. "Would you give me a backrub too, Daddy?"
Struck dumb that she didn't seem the least bit interested in her mother and brother, Ken took full notice of his daughter just in time to brace himself as she sat down on his lap. She positioned herself so the mound at his crotch was centered with the crux of her loins and his stiff cock rubbed her cunt through the fabric of their clothes.
Astride his thighs so she continued to face away from her brother and mother, Bonnie took Ken's hands and put them behind her on her lower back, just above her hips. Then she pulled up her sweater so his fingers touched her bare flesh.
"Rub, Daddy, rub me," she purred. Ken's hands began to move in mechanical circles but it was as if his fingertips were numb. Perhaps that was because all his aware-ness had been channeled between his legs, where his cock's bulk bumped insistently against the cleavage of her pussy. He could feel the heat from her loins.
"Oh, Daddy, keep rubbing just the way you're doing it to me," Bonnie murmured.
Only then did Ken realize that his hands had stopped. But they weren't what his daughter was urging him to move. Instead, she was clearly urging him to continue his crotch's movement against her cunt. With a spasm of his balls, Ken feared that he'd come in his pants if he didn't stop soon.
Obviously, Bonnie sensed it too. "Don't waste it, Daddy," she whispered. "All it'd take is a little unzipping and your cock'd slip right in my cunt. You could be fucking me right while I sit here on your lap."
Ken started to mention the presence of Mark and Diane but swallowed his tongue when Bonnie opened his fly. He was gagging on it when she reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock.
"Now for me," Bonnie said with a throaty rasp.
With her free hand she unfastened her shorts then raised her ass just enough to rumple them past her crotch. When she sat back down again, her father's cock strained against the bottom panel of her panties, her cunt invitingly hot through the thin fabric.
"Just pull them out of the way, Daddy," Bonnie said.
With one last thought of Mark and Diane, Ken looked toward them. But with Bonnie blocking his vision he couldn't see his wife or son.
"Do it, Daddy, do it," Bonnie urged. "It's just you and me now, so fuck me."
She'd said it loudly and when Diane and Mark didn't respond, Ken chose to believe they must've left the room. He didn't stop to wonder where they'd gone, or when, or why.
Instead, he now focused entirely on his finger, watching it hook under the moist crotch of his daughter's panties. When he pulled the band of cloth aside, there was Bonnie's bare cunt, just waiting to take his cock inside it.
"Ah, yes," Bonnie sighed. The proper tilt of her crotch, some expert guidance of her father's cockmeat, and his prick seemed to wriggle like a snake into her pussy. She sat on it, taking it straight up into her, hiking Ken's cockmeat to his balls in her pussy's squeezing warmth.
"You just relax, Daddy," Bonnie cooed. "Let me do all the work."
Her hips began to roll. Feeling his buried cock twist and turn up her tight, shifting cunt, Ken moaned aloud. He was even noisier when Bonnie started sliding her cunt up and down on his rigid cockpole.
"Listen to my pussy squish, Daddy. That's how wet it is for your big prick," Bonnie moaned. "I can come anytime and as much as I want to fucking this way!"
She swooned orgasmically, the volume and intensity rising when she added her squeezing hands on her own tits to go along with her father's cock in her cunt. Ken could feel the vibrations of her climax not only with his prick, but all the way down to his toes.
"The more you come, baby," he panted, "the closer you get me to getting there too."
"Then do a little something to my clit, Daddy," Bonnie gasped. "I know I promised to do all the work, but all I need is one little flick-"
"Ooooooh, I'm coming harder than ever!" Bonnie cried, celebrating the immediate results of her father's abrupt pinch of her clit. "Can you feel it, Daddy?"
"Can feel it enough to make you feel this," Ken grunted, lifting Bonnie with his surging loins so his prick stabbed up her pussy to the womb. "Take it, baby, take my cum!"
Bonnie felt like she was sitting on a miniature volcano when her father's mightily climaxing cock shot off in her cunt. Already the excess jizz was spreading out from her oozing pussy, even as Ken's prick continued to spurt within her.
"Gonna be a mess, Daddy," Bonnie giggled. "All over my crotch . . . all over your stomach . . . your sticky cum all over us. We'll have to lick each other clean!"
"Anything you say, baby," Ken sighed, ready to follow up the fucking with a sixty-nine flavored with his own cum.
By this point it had completely slipped his mind that Mark and Diane had ever been in the same room. Fucking with his daughter affected Ken like an addictive drug so that all that mattered was another dose. When Bonnie slid to the floor, he automatically followed her down, not even bothering to glance around the cabin before he burrowed between her spread thighs.
However, if Ken had taken a look, he'd have seen that he and Bonnie were now, and had never been, alone. He would also have seen that it wasn't only their presence that was interesting but also what they were doing.
Over in the corner, also behaving as if they were the only couple in the cabin, Mark and Diane were openly fucking. Completely naked, she was on all fours like a bitch in heat, while he pumped his young cock in her cunt from behind.
Even without seeing them, Ken might have picked up on the telltale squishing of his wife's wet pussy as their son's prick rhythmically dog-fucked it. But Ken was too busy listening to the slurping sounds from his own pussy-eating and cock-sucking with his daughter to pay any attention to anything else for the time being.
So he missed it when Mark hissed through clenched teeth, pushed his cock to the balls in Diane's cunt, and came. Ken missed the sight of his wife's dog-fucked pussy overflowing with their son's teenaged jizz. He didn't see Mark's prick emerge, red and dripping, but still boyishly hard, nor Diane smearing the excess cum from her slobbering cuntgash all over her hairy crotch.
And, with his face buried in his daughter's cunt, Ken didn't hear the murmured exchange which followed between his wife and their son. When Diane said she wanted him to fuck her ass now and Mark told her no problem.
"Oh, yes, that's it," Diane moaned, taking her son's prick from behind in her ass the same way she'd taken it in her cunt. "Now deeper, deeper. Give my all of your cock in my ass so I can feel your balls slapping against my cunt."
"How's this, Mom?"
"Mmmm, like I'm being split in two by your big prick, stud! Feels like you're hung better every time you ass-fuck me!"
Diane rolled her hips to increase the friction between cock and ass, also rocking back and forth on her knees to rhythmically stab her bowels with all that rigid, teenaged cock meat.
"I'm flying!" she cried. "Flying!" Even Ken could not ignore this outburst. At first he tried to convince himself it was Bonnie, reacting to the way he ate her pussy. But then he realized that was impossible, because he could feel his cock down her throat at the other end of their sixty-nine.
So Ken looked up, blinking like a mole emerging from its underground burrow into blinding daylight. At first his vision was blurred. But what he heard quickly put his eyes into focus.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, Mark! Fuck my ass!" Diane screamed. "Keep me coming until you come too!"
"My God!" Ken gasped. "I don't believe it!"
He had frozen, every part of his body, that is, except his cock. Still being sucked by his daughter, his prick operated entirely on its own. And with a few more deep-throating slurps from Bonnie, it was bound to explode regardless of what the rest of Ken did.
Bonnie tugged at her father's straining prick with her mouth, throat, teeth and lips. Ken didn't know he was coming until the jizz was already gushing from his cock. At this point his gaze shifted to Bonnie. Her cheeks were swollen with the cum she couldn't swallow as his prick spurted it.
And once he'd seen the way his daughter was feasting on his climaxing prick, Ken's mind went temporarily blank and his natural reflexes took over. His crotch instinctively surged against Bonnie's face, powering his squirting cock even farther down her throat so he could fuck the rest of his cum straight to her belly.
"Drink it all! All of my cum!" he boomed, hearing himself as though he were off in the distance.
Then, his balls drained, Ken sagged on top of his mouth-fucked daughter, pinning Bonnie beneath him. In this position he felt like a beaten boxer, slowly emerging from a daze after a brutal knock-out.
In a matter of seconds, Ken relived every-thing that had led up to the present. The sum total was the shocking transformation of his typical, middle-class American family into a real-life version of a cast of characters in a cheap porno movie.
And then the "movie," which had been whirring on fast-forward through his mental projector, abruptly changed speeds. Now, rather than his memory, his eyes took over as the lens.
This was happening now, and Ken saw it all in slow motion. Diane and Mark. His wife being fucked by their son in the ass. That teenaged hard-on moving in and out, back and forth in that tight female asshole. The boy's balls clinging to his cock's root, on the verge of erupting with cum.
Ken watched the cock pull out of the fucked ass now. It gleamed from the firelight and the head expanded and seemed to spit. A trail of cream spurted through the air, one glob chasing another.
The first liquid chunk landed in Diane's hair. Then Mark's jizz splattered between her shoulder blades. From there it gushed down her spine, until the boy's cockhead was dribbling in the hairy split of his mother's ass.
What could Ken think? That if he'd fucked his own wife better she'd have never needed anyone else to satisfy her, especially their own son? But that was a two-way street. If Diane had been better in bed for him, Ken supposed, then he'd never have been so tempted to fuck their daughter.
But what if he could turn back the clock? That was the key question. Would he do it? Give up the experience of feeling his little girl's tight, young pussy squeezing his cock? And Bonnie's even tighter ass and deep throat? Yes, he'd fucked them all. Shot so much cum into all three places. Jesus, just thinking about it gave him another hard-on. Could he give it up?
"No!" Ken heard himself shout.
His family looked at him with anticipation. There was Mark, with his cock still red and dripping from fucking his mother's ass. Diane, her naked body glistening with her son's teenaged cum. And Bonnie, beads of her father's jizz trickling from the corners of her mouth.
Another image from the past flashed in Ken's mind, this one of a family portrait that had been taken about a year ago. They were all in their Sunday best, their smiles seeming as stiff as their clothing. The classic picture of anybody's family. And Ken Johnson mentally drew a bold X across it, vowing to tear it up in person when he got back home.
"Don't know how or why this all happened," he now said. Then, after a pause, he declared, "But, thank God, it did!"
Now Ken paused again. Clearly, he was building up a full head of steam in his desire to celebrate the remarkable change in family fortune.
"Let's fuck!" he finally whooped.
"An orgy, Daddy?" Bonnie expectantly asked. "An honest-to-God family orgy? All four of us fucking together?"
"Hell, baby, I'll tell you what," Ken laughed. "Before it's over, I might even fuck your mother. That's how far gone I am!"
CHAPTER TEN
"I know I can do it if you all will just cooperate and give me a shot at it," Bonnie insisted.
"This time, sweetheart," her father said, "I think you've bitten off more than you can chew."
"But the only thing I'm gonna chew is Mom's pussy," Bonnie playfully countered. "And, believe me, I've got the space where I need it to take care of the rest of what I want. Yeah, it'll be a tight fit, but that'll be half the fun. C'mon."
"Jeez, Sis," Mark chimed in, "you're really asking for it. I think Dad's right. It's too much. We might rip you to pieces."
"I'll take my chances," Bonnie said firmly. Ken and Mark Johnson looked at each other, wondering what they should do about Bonnie's far-out request. Sure, father and son both had jutting hard-ons, but did they have the balls to use them on Bonnie the way she wanted?
It was left to Diane Johnson to tip the balance in her daughter's favor. "Give Bonnie what she's asking for," she snapped at her husband and son. "If she has her heart sent on you guys fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same time while she eats my cunt, why not let her have her way?"
Naked, as were the others, Diane slumped to the floor at her daughter's feet with her legs spread. Grateful for the show of support, Bonnie also dropped to the floor, kneeling forward so she could burrow into the hairy cunt awaiting her. Her mouth sealed Diane's pussy lips and slurping filled the cabin.
"Oh, baby, you're off to a perfect start," Diane moaned as her daughter licked her pussy. "And don't worry about your father and brother, they'll come around."
Diane, of course, was absolutely right. As Bonnie knelt to eat pussy, Ken and Mark couldn't help but notice that her bare ass was the highest part of her teenaged body. As it flared wide open they couldn't miss the tempt-ing exposure of her round, red asshole and rear-spread cunt. Both fuck-holes seemed begging for cock.
And no cocks could have been more ready at this point than those of Ken and Mark. Each man had automatically begun stroking his rigid prick, the typical male response to the sight of the fuckable openings between a young female's legs.
"Gee, Dad, don't know about you," Mark finally panted, "but I'm past the point of no return. Unless I fuck Bonnie in her cunt or ass I'll wind up jerking off. So I'm gonna go ahead and fuck her."
"Up the ass, Son, or in her pussy?" Ken asked.
"Does it make any difference to you, Dad?"
"You mean, am I going to fuck her too?"
"It's either that or beating your own meat, Dad," Mark accurately noted.
Ken nodded in agreement, removing his hands from his stiff cock. "You slide underneath your sister and fuck her cunt. Then I'll move in from behind and put my cock in her ass."
"Okay, Dad. Here I go," Mark said.
He joined his sister and mother on the floor, sliding headfirst between Bonnie's straddling knees. When his crotch was beneath her, he lifted his prick at a right angle and brushed the knob against her pussylips. Bonnie did the rest, centering his cock head with her cunt gash and easing down to take Mark's eight inches straight up her cunt.
"Okay, I'm in sis's pussy to my balls, Dad," Mark called to Ken. "It's your turn to fuck her ass now."
"Need some way to make my cock slippery so I won't hurt her too much," Ken said, always the concerned father.
"Have Mom give you a quickie blow-job, Dad," Mark suggested. "She'll get your prick dripping with spit."
The idea of his own wife actually sucking his cock made Ken Johnson gulp with anxiety. It had been so many years since his cock had been in Diane's mouth. Their honeymoon was the last time he could recall.
"What's the matter, Ken?" Diane teased. "Afraid I'll bite it off?"
"Just don't want to put my cock anyplace it's not welcome," Ken muttered. "I know anything's supposed to go at an orgy, but I don't want to risk ruining things just because you and I don't turn each on anymore."
"Just tell yourself we're doing it for Bonnie," Diane said. "Don't worry, Ken, if you can keep your cock hard in my mouth, I can manage to give you a decent blowjob. Really, I'll be glad to do it."
Ken cautiously approached his wife. He knelt just beyond her face while Diane continued getting her pussy eaten by Bonnie. His hand shook as he offered the mother of his children the cock she'd long avoided.
But, on this occasion, Diane showed no distaste or hesitation. Replacing her husband's hand with her own, she guided the swollen knob of his prick between her open lips so Ken could feel the moist warmth of her tongue on his prick meat.
"Y-you'll need to suck the whole thing to get it slippery enough for Bonnie's ass," Ken stammered to his wife.
"My specialty," Diane gurgled around his cockhead.
Ken abruptly felt her throat spasm around his prick's advancing crown, and Diane was still sucking for more. She didn't stop until she'd gone down his hard-on to the root.
And once his wife had deep-throated his cock, a remarkable thing happened to Ken- he temporarily forgot all about fucking his daughter.
"Jesus!" he blurted out. "Does this take me back a lot of years. Before we were married and you couldn't get enough of my cock. Suck it, honey, suck it hard the way you used to!"
Diane, however, promptly released her oral grip so her husband's hard-on slipped out of her mouth. All of a sudden Ken felt like a fool for having imagined that she really might have enjoyed tasting his prick.
"S-sorry, Diane," he said, choking on his embarrassment. "G-guess I got carried away there for a minute."
But then Diane jerked his emotions around again with another dose of the unexpected. "I felt the same way, Ken," she purred. "I would've fucked your big cock in my mouth until you came, if it weren't for Bonnie having her heart set on you fucking her in the ass while her brother fucks her pussy and she eats my cunt. But, listen, tell you what-"
"Yes?" Ken anxiously panted.
"Later for us, lover," Diane whispered. "Don't imagine the kids would mind even the old folks getting it on together before this crazy night is over. Think of me while you're fucking Bonnie's ass, Ken, 'cause that's how young and tight I'll feel for you when you fuck me."
Ken wished he could believe her. For he hadn't wanted Diane this much since those steamy nights when they were still dating. But what if she was just cock-teasing him?
"Uh, we'll talk about it after I fuck Bonnie's ass," Ken nervously told his wife. "She's waiting for my cock and I promised-"
"Save some for me," Diane softly called as he left.
Now Ken lined up in back of his daughter's yawning ass. He could see his son's cock stuffing Bonnie's pussy from below and a notch above, her asshole bulged, its dusky opening inviting his own cock to plunge within.
Ken straightened out his prick taking aim and noticing how it glistened with his wife's spit so it would slide right into her daughter's tightest fuck-hole. Then he set his hips, bucked so his cock surged between his fingers, and he felt his rigid prickmeat entering the squeezing warmth of that teenaged ass. But he was still thinking about Diane.
"Damn, Dad, coming on a little strong, aren't you?" Mark said good-naturedly from under Bonnie. "You almost knocked my prick out of sis's pussy the way you barged into her ass. Give me a break, will ya?"
"Sorry, Son," Ken apologized. "It's going to take me awhile to get used to this."
"Well, you pull out of sis's ass when I push in her cunt, then the other way around," Mark suggested. "Just do what I tell you and there's no problem. Got it?"
Ken nodded and partially withdrew his prick from Bonnie's asshole. At the same time, Mark's cock jumped up her cunt. Bonnie showed how much she appreciated the arrangement by squirming, eating her mother's pussy eagerly at the opposite end of the action.
"See, Dad, I told you so," Mark said to his father. "It's the only way we can both fuck her. Now you shaft sis where she shits, while my cock gets out of your way in her cunt."
Ken's loins lurched and as his prick sank into his daughter's asshole, he felt his son's cock giving way in her cunt. Once again, Bonnie's hips and thighs shook with obvious delight.
"Look, Dad, look how the little bitch digs what we're doing to her!" Mark crowed. "Now let's really pour it on. Fuck her pussy and ass faster, harder. In and out. Back and forth. Really rip her!"
Mark vaulted his cock back up Bonnie's pussy, leaving his father no choice but to temporarily shift into reverse in her other fuck-hole. Then Bonnie rocked back on her knees, forcing the return of Ken's cock in her ass while Mark's prick jerked halfway out of her pussy. "Faster, harder!" Mark repeated. His cock surged. Ken's withdrew. Ken's prick shoved back in. Mark's gave way.
Now, briefly raising her head from the hairy nest of her mother's cunt, it was Bonnie who urged, "Faster, harder!"
And Diane joined in, calling to her husband and son, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her ass and cunt until she comes so much she can't stand it!"
Then Diane pulled her daughter's face back between her legs for more pussy-eating while Bonnie got double-fucked by Ken and Mark. And, as she took the alternately lancing pricks in both fuck-holes, Bonnie matched their tempo with the renewed thrusts of her tongue in her mother's juicy cunt.
"I'm just about to come you little slut don't stop, Diane groaned.! "And I know you must be too, baby. How about if we come together?"
Bonnie couldn't have been more ready for anything. She timed the onset of her own climax to the telltale spasms of her mother's tongue-fucked cunt. And when Diane came in her mouth at the precise instant that Bonnie had predicted, her own orgasm simultaneously devastated her.
"Ooooh, Mom, it's fantastic!" Bonnie moaned into Diane's cunt.
Bonnie used her tongue like a cock in her mother's cunt, pumping Diane with it. At the same time, Bonnie's ass and pussy were being shafted repeatedly by the pistoning pricks of her father and brother. Clearly, it wouldn't be long before they came too and the whole family was getting off together.
Even though she wasn't the one with the cocks in her, Diane sensed the men were about to blow. "Bear down, honey, and your dad and brother will come in your ass and pussy so much you'll feel like you're drowning in their jizz!" she said to Bonnie. "And, then, you know what?"
Of course Bonnie knew. But she was so busy eating her mother's pussy that she let Diane say it.
"I'll go down on your fucked ass and fucked pussy and suck out all the jizz," Diane vowed. "Just make your dad and brother come and you'll see how thirsty I am."
Bonnie needed no further encouragement. The next time her father's cock hiked her asshole, she kept it buried, grabbing all ten inches from tip to root with the vise of her ass and refusing to let go. Then her crotch plunged, impaling her cunt on the spike of her brother's hard-on.
Taking all of both pricks at once, Bonnie felt them rub together within her as if her ass and pussy had merged into a single fuck-hole that reached to her very soul. And from the depths of her soul, she squeezed those buried pricks so hard that her father and brother gasped.
"She wants our cum, Dad," Mark gasped. "Wants it real bad."
"Mmmm, don't I know it!" Ken cried, equally breathless. "Ready to give it to her?"
"Better believe it, Dad! You?"
"Sure enough."
"Then let's shoot it into her, Dad! Come in her together!"
"Now, Son?"
"Now, Dad!"
Ken and Mark flexed their loins, their balls separating at the bases of their hiked cocks. And, with simultaneous release, their cum flowed, into Bonnie's ass and Mark's into her cunt.
"Ooooh, you studs!" Bonnie cried. "There's so much of your damned jizz in my ass and pussy that it's just like Mom said would happen-I feel like I'm drowning from the inside out!"
As father and son came, their gushing pricks rubbed together through the thin wall between Bonnie's two fuck-holes. She wound up with twin lakes of their hot jism in their bowels and womb, sloshing with it whenever she moved.
"Mmmm, I'm so full of it," Bonnie moaned when their cocks had finally finished unloading. "If I cut my wrists I'd bleed cum."
"I've got a better idea, honey," Diane said. "How about a transfusion from your fucked ass and pussy into my mouth?"
"Sounds like just what the doctor ordered," Bonnie giggled.
She pulled away from her father and brother. They didn't mind, their balls drained and their wilted pricks needing a rest before hardness returned. And there was no better way to get it back than by watching some lesbian action.
"Okay, Mom, here I am!" Bonnie sang out, as eager to be eaten as she'd been to be fucked. She'd rolled over on her back now, spreading her legs in her mother's face so her exposed fuck-holes slobbered with excess jizz.
Diane pounced on her daughter's waiting crotch, her tongue immediately licking between ass and cunt. Indeed, her rhythmic slurping was so loud that it sounded as if the cabin had been relocated from the snowy mountains to the beach and waves were lap-ping against the shore.
"Now that's some sucking!" Mark sighed with admiration. "Really something, huh, Dad?"
Ken, though, didn't answer, for he was less interested in how his wife was going down on their daughter than he was in how Diane knelt to burrow between Bonnie's thighs. For this provided him with a perfect view between the parted cheeks of Diane's raised ass.
"What a woman!" he panted out loud upon rediscovering the special magic of his wife's hairy cunt.
"What'd you say, Dad?" Mark asked. "Jeez, Dad, you got another hard-on already? Now that's really something!"
Ken ignored his son, focusing as if hypnotized on Diane's hairy ass and hairier rear-spread pussy.
"Say, Dad, you all right?" Mark questioned. "You've got a funny look in your eyes."
"I'm going to fuck your mother," Ken evenly told his son. Then, as if talking to himself, he added, "Going to fuck my own wife."
"Don't believe it! Man, now I've heard everything. Mom and Dad. Fucking. Wow!" Mark cried.
Ken moved behind the kneeling Diane, the ten inches of his rigid cock leading the way. Then he was guiding his prick's head up and down the split of her yawning ass, tickling the sensitive chunk of meat behind all that hair.
And Diane, aware of his presence, looked up from her daughter's crotch and whispered to Bonnie, "Want your mind blown, baby? Then listen to this. Your dad's got another hard-on and you know what he's planning to do with it? Fuck me!"
Then, jerking her head over her shoulder, Diane repeated her last two words in a steamy chant, only now she was speaking directly to Ken.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"Dog-style?" Ken expectantly asked, remembering how much his wife had loved it from behind when they were young lovers. Indeed, he'd taken her cherry this way.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Diane gushed in agreement. "Fuck me like an animal. Remember the game we used to play when we were dating? You were a gigantic Great Dane and I was a little, white poodle? That's the way I want it now, Ken, the way it used to be. Fuck me that way!"
Ken slipped his cockhead between the lips of her pussy. Then Diane did the rest, jerking back on her knees so his prick was abruptly forced to the hilt in her lurching cunt.
"Feels soooo gooooooood," Diane moaned. "Your cock's sooooo big in my cunt, Ken. Just like old times."
Now Diane jogged to and fro on her knees, working Ken's prick back and forth in her squishing pussy. He, in turn, took ahold of her hips and guided her ass in a looping circle to increase the friction generated by his cock and her cunt.
"You know what I'm gonna do right away, don't you, Ken?" Diane swooned. "Come for me, honey?"
"Only like mad."
"Maybe this'll help make it even better."
Ken's hands moved from his wife's ass, up along her rib cage. Then, hunching over her while his cock pumped her pussy, he cupped her tits, squeezing them until the nipples popped between his fingers.
"Mmmm, you're making my titties hurt just right, Ken," Diane gurgled, clearly on the brink of a devastating orgasm. "Just what I need to explode inside!"
She shivered, she shuddered, she squirmed and writhed. She was coming as if her life depended on it.
"More. More! More!" she wildly urged her husband, her voice rising with the mounting intensity of her climax. "Keep it happening for me, stud! Make me come . . . and come . . . and come!! Come soooo fucking hard!"
Ken was certainly equal to the task. His tireless cock dog-fucked Diane's cunt from the rear with jack-hammer efficiency. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples and twisted them around double until he had her yelping like the bitch in heat she so closely resembled.
And the effectiveness of Ken's powerful technique was not lost on his children. "Now that's some fucking," Mark sighed. "Didn't think the old man still had the balls for this kind of action. Especially with Mom."
"Yeah, they're really dynamite together, aren't they?" Bonnie agreed. "I wonder if they fucked this good when they made us."
"Gee, didn't think about it that way," Mark wistfully admitted.
"Didja think the stork brought us?" Bonnie teased her brother.
"Aw, c'mon, Sis, you know that's not it. Just that when you think about where you came from, about the last thing that goes through your mind is how it actually happened."
"Tell you what," Bonnie playfully said to her brother. "How about a first-hand look at how it all happened? Up close, I mean-so close you can taste it."
Mark flinched. "Jesus, Sis, that's the freakiest thing I ever heard of."
Bonnie stood her ground. "This is an orgy, isn't it? And not just any orgy, but a family orgy. So if our mom and dad are gonna fuck, why shouldn't we stick our noses right in it?"
"Y-you go first," Mark stammered.
That was all Bonnie needed. She was already joining her parents, moving her face to the tangle of their grinding loins.
"Ooooh, it's beautiful down here," she called to her brother. "Take a look for yourself."
Mark drew a deep breath as his knees uncontrollably sank to the floor. He crawled toward his sister and parents. Then he was cheek to cheek with Bonnie, observing their father's cock in their mother's pussy at the closest possible distance.
But Bonnie went even farther. She took her father's balls in her mouth, sucking deeply. At the same time she gestured toward their mother's cunt, motioning for Mark to contribute some suction of his own.
Past the point of no return, Mark, dipped and orally sealed their mother's clit. Quickly, he was slurping just as eagerly on Diane's clitty as Bonnie was sucking on Ken's balls.
"Oh, God!" Diane cried out. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a family like ours!"
"And I'm the luckiest man!" Ken rasped.
And then Ken came. As his cock unloaded in Diane's cunt, she came, too, harder than ever before. And their kids kept sucking, Bonnie at her father's churning balls, Mark on his mother's throbbing clit. And their parents' leaking male and female cum washed down on the kids' faces.
And outside a sky full of white flakes were falling again, meaning that the Johnson family could count on being snowbound for several more glorious days of incestuous sucking and fucking.
