"Flesh of My Flesh...." Putting her hand on his knees, she smiled up at him, and by taking a grip under her arms, he lifted her completely from the water. She slid over his body, over his damp chest hair, her breasts burning twin paths through it. Looking deeply into her eyes, her father said softly, "You are a fascinating little witch. What the hell am I fighting here? No way I could ever deny you anything-kiss me." No little girl kiss, this one; not a daddy to daughter kiss this time, but a full, flaming kiss of passion delivered by a man to a woman he lusted for. Yes, he meant to love her, to make love to her-and to be loved in return by the perfect vision of his wildest erotic dreams.
CHAPTER ONE
When Andrea heard the door swing open, her heart beat madly, for her plan could be working. But she was also afraid it wasn't, that her freaky friend was still wandering around instead of being out of the way in Andrea's bed.
The door closed again, softly. Not Cindy, then, but Daddy. Daddy, all heated up by the teasing of Cindy, the shaking of her tail and bobbing of her tits all during the party, and now he was sneaking into the guest room to find whether Cindy was just a little cock teaser, or a ready screw.
Andrea shivered beneath the covers, remembering how Cindy had turned it on, throwing it up at Daddy all evening, until the birthday party broke up. Cindy was staying overnight with Andrea and Angela, and the party had been a success.
"Cindy?" his voice was deep and husky, and it sent a warm tremble up Andrea's spine. She couldn't answer, because he might recognize a whisper, and her nerve was fast slipping away.
Fifteen years old tonight, she thought; she and her twin, but Angela was asleep in her virginal bed, and here Andrea was, waiting to seduce her own father.
Daddy was tall and handsome, with that mature and sexy look that turned on women of all ages, and he had made Andrea itchy between her legs ever since she knew what her pussy was for. But it had taken a lot of guts to try this act, luring him into the guest room and making him think he was coming to lay her girlfriend. Now Andrea was just a little bit scared.
"Cindy," he whispered again and she felt him, heard him, moving tentatively for the bed.
Andrea lay very still, with the sheet turned back. Even if she wanted to call it off now, maybe she couldn't. It would be shocking to both of them if she yelled, or anything like that. Her heart was thumping wildly in her rib cage and her tummy was tightening.
Daddy-here in the night and alone with her at last; sex was on his mind and his body was all stirred up by Cindy's flirting. Not a boy, callow and frightened, but a man, big and cool.
"Girl," her father said, low down in his throat and sounding very sensuous. As the bed sagged under his weight, Andrea made a soft, neutral noise, trying to decide just what she should do. He smelled of whiskey, and had been at the juice pretty heavy, as he often did when her mother was out of town. But he had been charming and funny just the same, and all the kids dug him; especially Cindy, who'd really thrown herself into the plan.
The bed moved again, and the form of him, the length and the breadth of her father rolled toward her in the blackness. Andrea shuddered and her throat went suddenly dry as his hands reached out and found her. Crazily, she thought that surely her daddy should know the difference between her and Cindy, even in the dark.
But it was true that Cindy was almost her size and weight, only a little bit taller and somewhat heavier. But Daddy was smashed, and after all, he hadn't felt his daughter's tits or put his hands on her ass. Not until now.
She could tell him who she was, Andrea thought, now more than a little bit scared. She could say that Cindy got sick in the bath and had to go sleep with Angela.
Her breath caught in her throat, because his hands were sliding warmly all over her. He was cupping her tits, fondling her boobies, and Andrea found it difficult to breathe. She could hear his ragged, heavy panting; the touch of his questing fingers upon her hardened nipples set her aflame.
Mommy, she thought, and remembered that her mother wasn't in the house, but out of town. There was no one else home except Angela and Cindy, who should have talked her out of this dumb idea.
A tiny moan was forced from her teeth, and her back arched itself; her boobies pushed themselves eagerly into his hands. She opened her mouth open to tell him, to let him know quickly who she was, before this wild, crazy moment got completely out of her control. Yes, she had wanted him sexually, and incest didn't seem such a big thing. Now it did. Now she wanted out.
Somehow his mouth discovered hers before she could say a word, and his strong lips-his sweet lips-moved over hers. This time, the kiss wasn't held back; this time it wasn't a dutiful, fatherly peck on the cheek, but a real, turned on kiss that didn't hold anything back.
He tasted of whiskey, but he was spiced by fire and flavored with all the wantings, the forbiddenneeds, the mysteries and jealousies and his tongue....
Gasping, she struggled for breath, but his hot, wet tongue forced itself between her taut lips and invaded her mouth. His tongue-thick and strong and warmly searching; her own daddy's tongue inside her mouth, feeling and stroking all around. This was what he did to mommy-before he screwed her.
Andrea went dizzy and the bed rocked as if it were a bunk on an ocean liner. Her head became fuzzy. Hazily, she realized that he had withdrawn his tongue, but that her own had followed it from her mouth into his. Daddy was sucking her tongue!
His hands, deft and knowing, went sliding up and down the length of her body, moving over her swollen tits, down her naked trunk, her belly, her hips and thighs.-She wondered what had happened to her shortie nightgown, how it had gotten removed from her body. Then another shock hit her and made her flesh ripple. He was naked, too; her father had stripped and his hairy body was pressed to hers.
Andrea could feel his cock.
It was thrust against her, hard and throbbing hotly. His thing-his organ-penis-cock-prick-giggly names among the girls and gentle in the books, and not frightening when they belonged to the two boys Andrea had already fucked. Right now that cock was a spooky thing, because it was Daddy's, and because it was so damned big.
She started to shake and couldn't stop. Tremors raced over her skin and made her tickle all over. Daddy's prick was strong against her hip, and she was amazed that it could be so huge. It was really a monster, and she didn't understand how Mommy could take all that meat into her body at one time. It wasn't like Billy's cock at all, nor Terry's, either.
Ripping her mouth from his, she sucked frantically for air, for some measure of steadiness.
"Oh-no; d-don't...."
His hand was along her shuddering belly, working in between her thighs, and when she tried to turn away from him like she did when some icky boy got too fresh, the move didn't work. He held fast to her, cupped her mound so that she flinched at a twinge of pain and stopped trying to twist away.
Holding her pussy locked into his palm, he moved his fingertips into the cleft of her ass; his thumbs snuggled down into her pubic hair. And-oh! Another finger came from somewhere underneath and tried to force itself into her outer labia. She could feel it spreading the lips of her pussy.
In a frenzy then, desperately, Andrea pushed at his hairy chest, wishing to hell she'd never thought of this, shoving back and away from his encircling arm and shoving with all her small strength.
"No!" she said loudly. "Don't do that-stop it right now and let me go! Do you hear ... let me go!"
Deep-chested and musical, his laugh sounded tauntingly against her cheek. He pulled her even closer, and she knew that it wasn't going to work for her; he hadn't recognized her voice.
Struggling, Andrea twisted upon the finger that was getting up inside her, and had worked its insistent way into the lips of her cunt and made them open wider. Now it was tickling up into her vagina itself.
In terror, she hacked at his head, hooked her fingers in a woman's desperation and tried to stab him with her nails. They skidded over his hair and bounced harmlessly off. She didn't mean to fuck him. Not really-only in hotly erotic dreams-and now she knew he was her father, her Daddy, and his prick was so big that it might hurt her.
"Don't be an idiot," he hissed. "You begged for this. Asked me to come here-and now you're going to put out."
"No, no! I'll scream!"
The flat of his hand rocked her then, and made brightly exploding sparks inside her head. "You little prick teaser! I won't let you wake up my kids; just one yell out of you, and I'll knock you unconscious and fuck you anyhow. You're going to be fucked, so get that clear, you sexy little teaser. If you're awake and shaking it, or out cold and limp, you're still going to get screwed."
There was the salty flavor of a cut lip inside her mouth, and Andrea could feel tears sliding down her cheeks. A bell seemed to be clanging in her ears. When she and Cindy talked about this, they'd giggled and acted real smart-ass, like it was nothing at all for a girl to fuck her father.
But when her daddy was just about to screw her, it was scary as hell. So she tried to tell him who she was; it was far too late for anything else, and she was frightened out of her skull, but there came his hungry mouth again and closed her off. I'm your daughter, she attempted to scream. I'm one of the twins, not Cindy! But all she could do was groan against his teeth and make broken sounds around his thirsty tongue. Andrea got dizzy again, and had trouble getting enough oxygen.
So when he took away his breath-stealing mouth and placed it suctioning upon one of her rigid nipples, all she could do was lie there and try to clear her head. Many times, she had wondered how this would feel, this intimate fondling; so many nights, she had lain awake and listened to the faint, exciting noises from her parents' bedroom.
His finger was slipping inside her cunt; its mates dug into the cheeks of her ass, the thumb setting her pubic mound into the position he wanted. Oh lord, she thought; oh, if I could run or change places with my twin sister and let her be here now instead of me.
She didn't remember reaching for his cock, but suddenly his tremendous balls were in her hand, and her fingers went slipping up his staff. So huge-all thick and hot and impossibly long; nothing like Terry's tiny penis, much heavier than Billy's slim organ. The knob was gigantic, spongy and ridged all around; it was rubbery and smoothed to a dull point where some sticky fluid clung.
The pill; had she remembered to take the pill?
"That's better, girl," he said. "That's much better, Cindy. Hold onto my prick, and I'll get your legs spread nice and wide. What a tight little cunt you' have, baby. You probably haven't been fucking long."
Andrea's mouth shaped words and her dry tongue forced them through her teeth, but no sound came with them. He was hovering above her now, balanced there above the vee of her legs, that great and handsome body nudging in against her, where she had always desired it to be.
But she had never thought it would really happen, even when she was setting it up with the help of Cindy. Dreams didn't come true; everybody knew that.
His cock was nosing against her mound, his cock and her pussy, meeting roughly and without romantic words, without the talk of love and destiny. His prick was working eagerly at her most secret place, the head of it throbbing with power and vitality.
How had her fingers slipped from his cock? How had her arms gone around his neck? He smelled of that special shaving lotion, smelled mannish.
Oh-oh! He was hurting her; he was bruising her pussy lips with his massive glans, thrusting it into her pubic hair, into her labia as if it were some hungry serpent that meant to split her tender flesh. His prick would kill her if it went all the way in. She just knew it would tear into her trembling vagina and rip a blood vessel and she would die right here in the guest room, perishing in agony and shame, all messy with blood.
But it crammed itself into her body. She felt its thickness move on into her little-used pussy. Moaning, she tried to wiggle out from underneath him, to back away from the impalement of that shaft of meat. But he only shoved harder and stronger, and her wigglings only served to help him get it in.
Then his hands were locked under her ass, clamping a cheek into each palm, and there was nothing she could do to resist, no more getaway moves she was able to make. She was about to be screwed. Here and now, she was on the verge of committing incest with her own father.
His prick was ripping and tearing; it was thrusting, filling her body with its massive presence; it was destroying her, killing her, driving so deeply and viciously into her shuddering little cunt.
Andrea shifted her ass as best she could, trying to slide the thick dagger out before it drained her blood. But he pushed it back in, and more-and more. Oh-oh, it was still so big and her tiny box was so tight. Something prodded gently into the narrow valley of her up tilted ass.
Her ass was moving; it was twisting and rocking. She was heaving, and the movement wasn't meant to get her away. Her belly rolled and bucked, shoving her pelvis violently into his, her cunt hair grinding into his crotch while she clawed at his sweaty back.
Oh wow! Terry couldn't match this fucking, nor could Billy. She was fucking a man, fucking Daddy-and as the good feelings mounted within her small vagina, she bit into his hairy chest and squirmed like an animal with a stake driven into the core of its writhing body.
She felt his prong deep, felt it packing her pussy, all hot and muscled and turning slippery with her flowing juices. She was being screwed by her father, at last, after all the waiting and imaginings and devious plotting. They should have been fucking long before-fucking and fucking with his beautiful cock in her where it had always belonged, since the time she and Angela sat on his lap and felt his meat rise against their legs. His prick had been destined for their cunts, for her pussy and Angela's, ever since they were wise enough to realize that he was sticking it in their mother.
Mommy loved it, too; Mommy truly adored this big, hard prick and groaned at night when Daddy fucked her with it. But she had been screwed hundreds of times by this wonderful cock, maybe even thousands of times, and she wasn't here now, and Daddy needed someone really good to take her place.
Did Mommy screw him with this kind of raw and avid lust, and grind her ass, and feel convulsions tightening and loosening within her hot and liquid pussy? Oh, oh-Andrea loved Daddy more than ever, loved him with her tight cunt and rolling ass and the wet thrusting of her tongue into his open mouth. She adored fucking him, worshipped his hairy balls as they caressed her ass, and knew a reverence at the strong hammering of his meat into her silken, grasping sheath. He had forced his way into this cunt, and now it was trying to eat up his prick, to devour him.
Sliding her fevered face around in the curly hairs of his chest, Andrew drew her tongue across him to taste the salty sweat and manly flavors of his body.
"You hot little cunt," he grunted, and the pounding, drum beating rhythm of his strokes gained speed as he increased the tempo. "You fuck like a mink, and I knew damned well you would. But you're so tiny, such a tight little snatch...."
He laid his meat pole up into her, hard and quick now, so that every thrust rocked her entire body and rubbed over her clit, making the pillows flop off the bed; she got one foot tangled into a sheet so that she had to kick wildly to get it free.
Ah-the sweet, glorious fucking! This was a honeyed and nicely insane screwing that was turning her into a full woman, making her no longer just a kid with big eyes and hot pants for her handsome daddy, no longer a little kid screwing a couple of other little kids and pretending they could be her father.
She was ten minutes older than her twin sister, and had always been the leader, so Angela would know it was only right that Andrea screw their daddy first. Ah-ahh! She was hot and wild and fucking like a mink, Daddy said, and he ought to know a great piece of ass when he fucked it.
That huge and lovely prick was ramming, filling; he rolled the cheeks of her small ass and lifted her belly toward him so that she met his pumping strokes.
"Love you!" she cried into the matting of his chest. "Oh, how I love you!"
Her ass churned up and down on the oily staff of his cock, and her belly seesawed, and she hammered both heels frantically upon the bed. She had come before, almost every time with the other kids, but now something strange and wonderful was taking place within her fevered body, some unbelievable chemical process that would change her flesh forever.
The warm reaction began behind her knees, and as darling, sweet Daddy plunged his prick rapidly up her vibrating cunt, the sensation spread rapidly, racing into her tensed thighs and over her sweaty belly and into her vulva where his hair scraped hers with wet caresses. And then ... she came. Oh-oh lord, there was a mighty orgasm that was fluid and exquisite, a thundering climax that shuddered frothy and clenching and pulled hotly upon his prick. All the other times she had come-all those orgasms paled into nothingness beside this terrific explosion.
Andrea came-and came ... and kept on coming!
Her legs were crazy, springy things that coiled and lashed and held him tightly in her crotch. Her arms crushed him against her hard-nippled titties. Her ass clenched so tightly that she was afraid she might break off his prick.
Daddy gave one more long, penetrating stroke, a final, lingering heave into the deepest cup of her quivering vagina. Then she felt his own climax, the beautiful male come that hosed against her cervix with strong, hot spurts, filling her pussy with sticky manhood. He was pumping his semen into her little-girl cunt with all the love and all the passion that he could loose into her.
"D-don't stop fucking me," she whispered into the damp base of his corded throat. "Oh please, please-never stop fucking me."
"Ahh," he murmured into her hair. "Ah, you sweet little bitch. I wish I could keep my prick in you all night long, but my own kids are too close by. You can have the twins ask you over more often, though-or maybe get the boy to date you. This is the finest, richest little cunt I've ever had, and I sure don't want it to get away from me. There are a lot of things I want to do to this sweet pussy, darling-and fucking it is only part."
She struggled to hold him captive within the muscled grasp of her cunt, but he pulled out and the magic, the wonder was gone; his prick was gone. Fumbling over her face in the dark, her daddy kissed her lightly, and she heard him padding away across the floor.
She said it into the twistings of the sheet: "I'm not Cindy. I'm Andrea, your oldest daughter, and you said that I have the finest, richest pussy in the world. It's not Cindy's cunt; it's mine." After awhile, she stopped crying and sat up in bed. It had happened, and she was ecstatic about it. For a time there, she had tried to chicken out, but now Andrea Farrow had at long last fucked the man she most admired and desired all her young life. Even though he thought she was Cindy, he had fucked her well and deeply, and said she was fine, rich.
Angela would go wild when she heard all the details, when she heard what Daddy thought about screwing his daughter. Quiet and shy, Angela never said too much, but Andrea always knew exactly how her twin sister felt underneath. Angela was also a hotly passionate girl, but she was discreet about her screwing; so far she had only laid one boy-that silly egghead boy down the street, but Andrea had shared many a funnight with her sister when they both masturbated.
Of course, Angela would have to be told right away, and Cindy would have to be shunted out of the house, and they'd have to keep it all from Brad. Her brother could be such a prick, always acting so wise just because he was a year older. Good thing he'd gone visiting with Mommy, she thought; somehow he would have messed this up, tonight.
But he hadn't, and she had pulled off the neatest, greatest seduction in history-and wait until she told her sister what a gigantic cock their daddy possessed. Trembling, Andrea got out of bed and made it to the bathroom, where she peed and used a towel to blot the semen that was leaking out of her labia.
She came out of the guest bathroom and hesitated as another idea came to her. Daddy had not known who he was screwing. He thought he'd forced a little prick teaser into putting out for him, and that she had dug it after he got it in her good and solid. Only part of that was right-about after he socked home his penis.
What bothered her now was how to go about getting more, and how to get her sister turned on by their father, too. She couldn't just walk up to him and say: Hey, Dad-you fucked me, let's swing again.
CHAPTER TWO
It was morning, and Andrea stood before the full length mirror in her sister's room. The new bikini looked great, fitting just right, and the color went so well against her lightly tanned and freckle-dusted skin. Orange was good for a redhead, she knew; it set off her purple eyes and the auburn of her long hair. She grinned impishly as she thought of something else that was exceptionally good for at least one redhead, too-that rigid, throbbing cock.
She grabbed a towel and went bouncing down the hallway to Angela's room. They had only been rooming apart for about a year now, deciding that they were really individuals and not two chunks of the same person, and as individuals, they needed their own things and a little privacy.
Damned little, Andrea thought, opening her sister's door and skipping into the room; they still shared everything-ideas and dreams, likes and dislikes. Pretty soonnow, if all went well, they would also be sharing their daddy's huge prick.
She would have told Angela all about it last night, except that Cindy Baker was sleeping in her sister's room. Now that the seduction had actually come off-and come was the right word-Andrea wasn't certain if she was going to tell all to Cindy. Her girlfriend was known to blab things; not often, admittedly, but once would be enough, if this particular secret got out.
Suppose Mommy heard and came down on them all? Andrea shivered; Mom could raise hell when she blew up. If she discovered that her daughters were screwing their father-her husband-things might get sticky.
"Hey," Cindy said from the twin bed that used to be Andrea's, "How did it go?"
"Terrific!" Andrea answered, and could have bitten her tongue. She'd kept that secret for a hell of a long time, hadn't she? Oh well, Cindy could be sworn and threatened to silence. She had a few dirty things on Cindy, too.
Cindy bounded from the bed and caught her hand. "Really? You wouldn't put me on-you really screwed your father? Did he know it was you, or did he keep thinking it was me in bed with him?"
Andrea cocked her head; the shower was going in the bathroom, and no doubt Angela was in it. She said, "You, damnit. But it was really me, and oh wow-if you ever breathe a single word of this to anybody-anybody at all-I'll tell every thing I ever heard about you-all I know-and I'll make up a lot more, just for spite."
"Oh come on," Cindy said, jittering with excitement. "I'm dying to know. How does he screw? Oh, he's so handsome and sexy that I didn't want to leave that bed last night. Why can't I climb in there, since he thinks he already screwed me? Oh Andrea, is he big or little, or strong or-or what?"
At that moment, Angela Farrow came out of the shower, her hair wrapped in a fluffy towel; she was bare-assed to the world, with her patch of auburn hair showing between her creamy thighs. "Andrea, what ... Cindy's been hinting and hinting, but...."
Andrea drew a deep breath. "I screwed Daddy last night. Or rather, he screwed me."
"But he thought he had it in me," Cindy cut in.
Suddenly shy, Angela sat down on her bed and pulled the top sheet over her lap. That still left her cute little boobies exposed, and all she could do was cross her forearms over them. "I ... I don't understand."
"Sure you do," Andrea said. "We've discussed it often enough, for goodness sake."
Cindy giggled. "Goodness had nothing to do with it."
"You are a perfect little bitch," Andrea said, laughing.
"Not yet," Cindy answered. "But only because my daddy split on my mother and I haven't managed to lay him yet."
"Andrea ... Cindy!" Angela's purple eyes were furious. "Try to be serious, damn it. Andrea, did you ... really ... Daddy?"
She sat beside her sister and caught Angela's hands, pulled them down from the useless attempt to hide the breasts. "Angela, I did, and he did ... only he doesn't know it was me. Listen ... both of you ... you can't believe how big his cock is! It's-it's as big as a ball bat, and feels like a barber pole or something when it goes up inside."
Cindy asked, "Bigger than Terry's?"
"Lots bigger. It would make three of his, long and thick...."
Angela said, "Oh wow; I never thought it would actually happen. I mean, we talked about it and halfway planned it, but I never thought you would really screw Daddy."
"Huge," Andrea whispered. "I thought I could never take it, that the head of our father's cock would split me open like a ripe watermelon. And Mom's been fucking it all these years."
"Tell me," Angela said, "don't leave out a single detail. Describe everything he did and everything you did, and every word that was said."
Holding her sister's hands, Andrea did just that, for each bit of memory was bright in her mind, a polished star of remembering that spread its warm glow all the way down to her belly where it shimmered in a torrid sensuality. Telling it made Andrea relive it, and by the time she was finished talking about the fucking her daddy had given her, she was rubbing her thighs together and felt the tips of her tits pushing hard against the nylon halter of the bikini.
After the little pool of silence that followed the arousing recitation, Cindy Baker spoke first. "I'd have never tried to get away from him. All that beautiful man between my legs...."
Angela stood up. "What are we going to do about him now?"
"Whatever it is," Cindy said, "I want in on it." Andrea watched her twin sister's trim and wiggly little ass move across the room. "Brad is supposed to play ball, or some such insipid thing today, isn't he? And Mom is still out of town for a few days-no; Brad is with her, which makes it even better."
Angela searched in the drawer for her own bright orange bathing suit and began to squeeze her lower body into it. It was like seeing herself, Andrea thought, like watching herself move around in a dream, because she was identical to Angela-the same small ass, the same slim legs and pert tits. She wished they had been taller, because too many people tried to pat them on the head, thinking they were little kids. It was only men who took a second look and saw the sexy way they walked and their neat little bodies.
Andrea went on. "So today is a play day, right? Us and him-and we ought to be able to start him out on Bloody Marys because he was pretty well smashed last night and has a headache by now. Then we'll feed him breakfast and coffee royals and...."
"Get him stoned again," Cindy said. "Great idea, while playing around in the pool and rubbing it on him. But then who gets to lay him?" Andrea waited until her sister put on the bikini halter and turned around. "All of us, I guess."
"Wow," Angela said softly. "Starting with Cindy, right? Since he thinks he has already sampled her goodies, he won't be all that bashful about trying them again."
"Right," Andrea said, the excitement building within her and making tingles skip across her pubic mound. "And you and I will duck out, pretend we're going somewhere so Daddy won't be silly about making a pass at Cindy with us around. Of course, we'll sneak back, and if Cindy screws him hard enough, and he gets high enough ... well, we'll just take it from there."
"I'll screw him hard enough," Cindy Baker said. "That's a promise-but have you thought that he's kind of old, even is he is a groovy guy with a big cock? I mean, suppose he can't take on more than one?"
Andrea pursed her lips. "He will. When he finally took that huge prick out of me, all slippery and greasy, it was just as hard as when he first crammed it into my frightened little pussy. Daddy can probably swing for a long, long time."
And so they went laughing and kidding down the stairs to the kitchen, where they made a couple of icy Bloody Marys and started mushroom omelets with bacon. The coffee was perking when Andrea said, "I'll take him the first eye opener, and get him awake."
"Not too awake," Cindy said. "You promised I could go first."
"Sure, Cindy, sure. I-only wanted to see if I can face Daddy and bluff it out."
Going to his room, she wasn't so certain her nerve would hold out. But she steeled herself, gave herself a severe lecture that said they couldn't afford to lose Daddy now when all the ecstasy was just beginning. At his bedroom door, she hesitated, wondering if she would be terribly jealous when her father stuck that lovely meat to Cindy, and to her sister Angela. She wouldn't envy Angela, she decided, for they had always shared. But Cindy Baker? The little slut was altogether too anxious, and probably knew a lot of tricks, since she had been fucking boys for more than two years.
She knocked on the door, balancing the silver tray and the eye-opener in her other hand. When she knocked again, she heard his deep voice saying, "Come in, come in."
"Look at that," he said, "a red-haired angel of mercy in an orange bikini. Nurse Andrea, come to rescue her old man."
"You're not old," she said, and glanced quickly at the brown and silver fur on his broad chest to see if she had left any tooth marks there. She thought she could make out a thin red fingernail line across his right shoulder, and she quickly lowered her face before he could catch her blushing and ask why.
Her father had been up awhile; he was wearing swim trunks too-the white ones that she liked so well. Daddy was deeply tanned, and the white suit made his skin seem golden, picking up the little silver highlights of his hair. His hair was brown, a deep rich chocolate color only brushed at the temples with grey, like beautiful little wings. He was tall, wide and very strong. Andrea felt a wash of heat through her skin as she realized how strong now.
Daring an upward glance, she saw him tilting the glass of juice to finish it, and took a quick look at the front of his trunks. She could only see the faint outline of his cock and the suggestion of his balls, and wondered if the built-in jockstrap could hide that much. But of course her father wasn't sexually aroused, now; his cock was sleeping softly, not realizing that it was so close to the little cunt it had pounded into last night.
Her words sounded stilted. "Ah-Daddy; breakfast is about ready. Cindy decided to stay another day." And at his startled look, she couldn't resist hamming it up. "She said she had never had so much fun in her life, and that she needed another day to recover."
He said gruffly, "I'm hungry, and I could use another one of . .
She swung ahead of him, consciously rolling her hips with an exaggerated swing of her ass, walking gracefully erect, her hair trailing down her back and accentuating the motion of her butt by its pendulum action.
Her father deliberately ignored her at breakfast, she thought. He joked loudly with Cindy Baker, to cover his embarrassment, no doubt; and he complimented Angela profusely upon her cooking, but all he said to Angela was "good," and that was when he was sipping his second cup of coffee which she had heavily laced with cognac.
A little miffed, Andrea cleared the table noisily, stuffing everything into the washer, and glaring at Cindy before walking out to the pool to lie down in the late morning sun. Cindy didn't have to simper so much, or lean over so far that Daddy could see her boobies, or any of that crap. She could at least wait until his breakfast settled.
Eyes shut against the sun, head resting on a rolled towel, Andrea caught the flash of an image-Daddy's penis swelling to even more immense proportions. Cindy would take one look at that monstrous meat pole and run screaming. Andrea giggled at the sight.
Angela lay down beside her. "Cindy may be pushing too hard."
"She doesn't know what hard is," Andrea giggled, "or pushing, either. Daddy will teach her about those things, and his own thing, too."
"You're getting silly again. I mean, she shouldn't scare him off."
Andrea sat up, restless at simply lying by the pool. "Did you mix the pitcher of martinis? We have to keep him drinking, so he won't get uneasy. After all, Cindy is underage, and so are we. But if he gets to remembering how good it was last night-how wild and passionate-he told me that my pussy was the finest, richest one he had ever known. I guess that includes Mommy's, too."
Angela said, "I feel kind of funny, talking like this about him and Mother. I feel weird thinking about him laying Cindy."
"We'll do more than think about that," Andrea promised. "We'll see it. I've been thinking about how to get him screwing all of us, and I guess the best place is in the party room. With the drapes drawn, it's dark in there. You can go after Cindy, change places with her on the big couch. And I'll come last, since I already had him. But Angela, Angela ... oh, how I want him again. I need him to hold me close and play with my tits, to stick his tongue into my mouth and to squeeze my aching pussy in the palm of his hand. It's ... like nothing that ever happened to me before."
"Yes," Angela said. "I can see that it must have done something to you, changed you somehow, even though you revert to your silliness once in awhile."
"It made me a woman," Andrea said, looking back toward the house and wondering where the hell they were. "Screwing Daddy changed me from a girl into a woman, and I want him again so bad that I hurt all over, inside and out. I want him to fuck me and know that it's me, his daughter."
"Yes," Angela said, "I know what you mean. It's as if you hadn't really screwed him at all. He has to know it, to make it real for both of you."
"You understand," Andrea murmured, "but then, we think so much alike."
"Not always; I would never have gone through with such a wild idea, and even if I'd gone so far as to wait in that bed for him, I couldn't have screwed him like that. When Daddy first put his hands on my boobies I'd have jumped out of bed and run like hell."
Andrea said, "I waited just a second too long, and then my head didn't work, and neither would my body. You don't know how it is, Angela ... you'll go all to pieces at first, but by the time you get it all together again, you wouldn't stop fucking him to save your life."
"It must be wonderful," Andrea sighed, stretching her sleek legs in the sun and arching her back so that her erect nipples pushed suggestively against the fabric of her halter. Andrea was watching her own tits and seeing her oiled, shiny legs; they were very good, and she couldn't see why their father hadn't felt a real sexual need for either or both of them by now. They were quite capable of turning on other older men, so it must be that ancient and silly taboo against incest that had made him hold off.
And that was the stupidest thing Andrea had ever heard of. What better way was there to show closeness, to share love, than by fucking?
CHAPTER THREE
They sat tensely, their thighs pressed together, holding hands as if they were children frightened by the dark. Andrea stared .through the cover of hedging that screened them from the entrance to the game room. She could see inside, but just barely, and knew they'd have to get closer.
Standing erect, she pulled her sister's hand, practically dragging Angela after her to the door. "Come on!" she hissed. "We can't see anything from here, and Cindy must have him going by now. She was certainly crawling all over him in the pool, before we pretended to leave."
Quickly, she pulled Angela through the archway and into the cool shadows of the interior, then to one side so that their outlines couldn't be seen against the light. She had to blink and adjust her eyes to the dimness, and then she saw them on the old couch, saw Cindy's bikini thrown aside on the floor, and Daddy's trunks only inches away.
She yanked her sister's hand and drew her down to crouch beside an overstuffed chair. She placed her lips at Angela's ear and whispered, "Look at that hungry little bitch! She's getting on top of him."
Angela's voice was so soft it could scarcely be heard. "That's how I'd like to do it the first time with Daddy. I've only been screwed with the boy on top, and since Daddy's cock is so big, sliding down on it should be the best way for it not to hurt you."
"Oh Lord," Andrea breathed, "it just can't be so huge. I couldn't have taken all that meat into my tiny snatch ... but I guess I did."
"Cindy doesn't seem to be afraid of it," Angela said.
Andrea chewed her lower lip as she watched her father fondling the body of the girl poised above him like a nude and shameless Valkyrie ready to plunge. His big hands slid admiringly over the slim hips and moved up to caress Cindy's tits, mashing them down gently only to allow them to spring up once more so that his knowing fingers could roll the nipples.
Cindy had bigger tits than Andrea and her sister. The mounds were heavier and rounder, and they stuck up nicely. Her skin was tanned, and the white strips across her tits and lower belly were real sexy looking, those sections that had been shielded from the sun by her bikini drew more attention to her sexual parts than if she had been equally tanned all over.
Daddy played with those saucy boobies for a long time, Andrea thought, and all the while Cindy was squirming and wiggling all over the shiny head of his upright prick, kneeling above his outstretched body and rubbing her curly black pubic hair across his puffed up glans as if she meant to sandpaper it down to size.
Andrea clenched Angela's hand tightly; it was a horny sight, and somehow an unsettling one, too, seeing their father beneath the girl, his tremendous cock raised and ready to fuck. And that bitch Cindy was making the most of the moment, holding off so that she could show she wasn't afraid of a grownup prick.
She knew damned well they were watching, Andrea thought, and was showing off her greater experience. Just wait, Andrea fumed, and we'll put you off to one side and make you watch while we fuck him to our heart's content.
"Oh darling," Cindy said down to him. "You have such a gorgeous cock. I think it's the biggest one I've ever seen."
"Oh shit," Angela said. "She knows damned well that it's twice the size of any prick she's even been close to. I think she's worrying about getting it into her pussy."
"Shhh!" Angela hissed. "Daddy might hear you, and that would ruin everything. Cindy helped you set it up with Daddy last night, so let her have her funnow."
Andrea released her sister's hand, but she didn't stop snuggling thighs; that felt good, and made it seem as if she was getting in on some of the action. She fell silent then, and just stared at what was going on.
She watched Cindy's small hand grasp Daddy's big prick, and saw the girl settle the distended glans against her labia, ready now to give it a gamble, to attempt its entrance into her juicy little pussy. Cindy lifted her chin and set her jaw, determined to get that warm and hungry monster into her body.
Daddy's hands were on the girl's hips, sliding over her smooth skin, caressing and feeling; Andrea wondered if he could tell the difference, if he would be able to differentiate between Cindy's flesh and her own, between Cindy's pussy and her own.
"Oooh!" Cindy said. "It's going in, it's going in!"
It was, Andrea saw, sliding slowly and powerfully into the labia as Cindy lowered her weight carefully upon the thick rod. The blunt end disappeared into the elastic pussy lips, its outer ridges compressing as Cindy's weight came down; they would spring out again, once the glans reached the cavity of her vagina.
Watching the girl's face, Andrea got a vicarious thrill as she saw the rapture there, the almost painful delight Cindy was receiving as the great cock worked inch by slippery inch up into her trembling cunt. Cindy's eyes squeezed shut, and her face contorted around the soft smile upon her lips.
Cindy was most beautiful just then, Andrea thought, and wondered if she could possibly become any lovelier when she reached the throes of her orgasm. It was also beautiful to observe the lowering of the girl's shapely ass as it wiggled sexily down upon Daddy's veined staff, and to know what both she and Daddy must be feeling at that particular moment of entry; it would be that marvelous filling sensation for Cindy, the glorious feel of a cave being occupied by life from the outside. It was all slick in there, steamy and kind of buttery with the oozing of that special vaginal salve.
"Tight," Daddy breathed, "oh baby, you're tight and hot, with wet satin inside this little-girl pussy that's clinging to my prick like a sweet and tiny trap."
Andrea cupped her breasts with both hands, pinching the nipples gently to soothe their sudden aching. Her father's voice turned her on, and when he talked about fucking, it sent her up the wall. She wanted to leap out there and yank Cindy right off him, to drag his magnificent cock from the grip of her cunt and wrap her own yearning cleft around it.
Cindy's ass came all the way down, and there she was, riding on the hairy and wrinkled sack of his balls, each cheek smooth and rounded.
"Buried to the roots," her daddy gasped, "shoved all the way up inside this boiling little pussy. I can feel your womb, you beautiful bitch."
Andrea clamped hard upon her boobs and looked over at her sister. Angela already had one hand upon her crotch, so Andrea moved one of hers down, too. She didn't mean to masturbate; she only wanted to comfort her vibrating mound, to calm down the tremors that were bubbling within her jealous cunt. Pressing into her crotch, she looked back at the fucking on the couch.
Seeing her father's glistening prick slide back out of her friend's pussy, Andrea found herself holding her breath, with her hand fingering into her own labia, trying to work through the tight barricade of her bathing suit. The little she wore seemed far too tight, so she reached around back and undid the snap of her halter, freeing her anxious tits so they could reach their longing points toward her father.
Beside her, Angela whispered, "Oh yes," and wriggled out of both top and bottom, stripping her small body there in the gloom of the heavily draped party room.
Andrea followed suit, for once not the leader, and they were both deliciously naked, sharp tingles darting through their skins when one brushed feather soft across the other. But neither could tear their eyes away from the scene on the sofa.
"Umm," Andrea said, unable to keep quiet or sit perfectly still. "Look at how it slips in and out of her cunt, now that it's all greasy from her jelly. Every time she lifts her ass, Daddy's prick drops back almost to the head, then it zips back inside, right to his testicles."
Angela reached over and dug her fingernails into Andrea's arm, shaking her quiet, then stroking the flesh of her upper arm. So Andrea was momentarily content to be silent and reasonably still. She put her own arm around her sister's shoulders and drew her close, hip to hip and with Angela's left tit touching her right tit.
Bouncing her ass up and down, the upper part of her body mashed flat against Clark Farrow's wide chest, Cindy squirmed and humped, and made moaning noises against his throat. With one hand she fumbled back and found the bag of his testicles, to hold them while the thick staff above kept reaching and hammering.
"Fuck me, darling," Cindy cried out. "Cram that big, adorable cock up me and fuck me until I faint!"
Andrea couldn't restrain herself. She hissed into her sister's pink ear. "She's an exhibitionist! Cindy knows damned well that we're watching her this very second."
Before her eyes, that enchanting prick plunged rapidly into the black-haired pussy, sucking the reddened labia back with it as it retreated, burying them in folds of outer flesh as it shoved deep to reach the entrance to Cindy's inflamed womb. The motion was hypnotic, enthralling, and Andrea found herself playing with her sister's breast, rolling the hard little nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
She and Angela had never felt each other up that way; they had only tickled and kidded around. Now she was squeezing and kneading her sister's breast, and she was getting a big charge out of it. Angela did not pull away, but dropped her own warm hand around to hold Andrea's boobie.
"That's good," she sighed, and just then their father gave a grinding thrust of his shaft. It lifted Cindy's ass high into the air, and when it dropped back down, Andrea saw his balls kind of tighten upon themselves, then leap in their protective sack as they released their load of semen.
"I'm coming, coming!" her father groaned, and he clenched her quivering buttocks to pull her pussy down around his spitting cock as if it was a hairy glove.
Cindy shook her ass in his hands, rubbed her belly into his and gave a piercing little scream. "I ... oh, I'm coming too!"
Andrea let out a soft sobbing of held breath, and her hand left her sister's breast to slide down the satin of Angela's tummy. She gave up her own humid mound to the tender exploration of Angela's fingers, and while their father and Cindy lay melting together on the couch, wrapped naked and sweating in a tangle of arms and legs, she and her sister cupped and fondled cunts.
They were just caressing, not sticking their fingers inside, both still a little shy of that final commitment. But Andrea thought that she was going to come anyhow, and her bare ass twitched and gyrated on the carpet while she handled the sweet little mound that was an exact replica of her own.
Daddy's voice was subdued, husky. "Cindy, Cindy darling ... you're a passionate little bitch. I'll have to admit that I've been watching you for months, trying to tell myself that you're only a kid, but not being very convinced. I'd see you in that bikini, with those charming breasts barely held in, and your tight little ass swinging seductively, and I would feel like a dirty old man. But after awhile, I realized that I would surely fuck you, if you ever gave me half a chance." Cindy sat up, his cock deeply imbedded within her drenched pussy. "You're not old, and you're not dirty. And I always wished your kids would leave us alone long enough for me to swing with you."
Andrea whispered fiercely, "Ooh! Will you dig that little shit, acting as if this is all her own idea?"
"It might be," Angela murmured, "but it doesn't really matter. Does Daddy sound smashed to, you?"
"Not much," Andrea admitted. "That sneaky little cunt had sure better take care of that, too. She's supposed to have that pitcher of martinis with her somewhere, just waiting."
Her sister gave Andrea's pussy a lingering squeeze, then took away the hand. "I hope so, and I hope Cindy hurries. At first, I still wasn't sure that I could screw Daddy. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't think I could really fuck him. But now, after seeing him with her, and watching his big thing work into her box, I'm jealous of both of you. You and Cindy have made it with my handsome father, and I haven't. So I'm very ready now, and I wish she'd hurry and get him drunk so I can take my turn."
Cindy must have been tuned in to their vibes, Andrea thought, because she climbed off him with slow, regretful moves. His prick slipped out, making a plop. "Martini," she said brightly, and Andrea decided she wasn't a fink, after all.
Fidgeting nervously behind the overstuffed chair, they heard the stereo go on, and the clink of ice. Cindy poured drinks, and poured again, and Daddy said something about strong stuff, and Cindy said oh no, that she still had a lot to learn. Daddy laughed like hell. Cindy was a fink again.
It didn't take all that long for the Bloody Marys, coffee royals and the martinis to catch up. Andrea resigned herself to a hopelessly long wait, but then she heard his voice begin to slur a little, and chanced a peep around the edge of her hideout to see what was going on.
Cindy was dancing for him, bumping and grinding as he sat grinning upon the couch, holding a fresh drink and eyeing the girl. His cock was hanging down, Andrea saw, but she figured it wouldn't take long to rise again, if Cindy kept on shaking her crotch and tits into his face so shamelessly.
Whirling around, Cindy caught Andrea peeping out, and whirled right back to say to him: "Drink up, darling-chug-a-lug. We're going to have a lot of fun."
He saluted her with his glass and drained it. "Can't get too boiled; the kids will be coming home and...."
"Oh, not for hours and hours," Cindy said, pouring more gin from the big pitcher. "Angela told me that they might even call and see if they can take in that new movie, and little Andrea insisted that I take good care of her daddy."
Andrea sizzled. Little, indeed. She'd pay for being a smart-ass, the first chance. Ten minutes later the opportunity came, when Cindy said she had to go to the john.
Slipping out the archway, Andrea ambushed her as she came by, snatching her elbow and hauling her off to one side. "You rat! Little Andrea, huh? And why haven't you gotten him sloshed any quicker?"
Cindy grinned. "Hell, I'm pouring them down him as quick as I can. Boy ... wasn't that some fucking he gave me? I swear I felt the head of his pecker clear up to my tonsils, and when he started talking about how he's wanted to screw me for so long, I almost creamed again, just listening."
"How about us, though? Poor Angela is going through tortures, waiting her turn."
"Maybe you guys are reading him wrong. You can see he isn't all that straight. It just could be that your horny daddy would jump at the chance to jump on both of you."
"He might, but we can't afford to miss. If we scared him off, that would be it, and there's so much for all of us to do."
"Let go," Cindy said. "I really do have to pee, and I'm sore all the way to my collarbone, I think. I'll be right back, Andrea; I swear."
Easing back to the doorway, Andrea peered through it and was slightly puzzled. She couldn't see her father, but then, the playroom was so dark it was difficult to see anything, unless she was right on top of it.
She didn't wait for Cindy to come back from the john, but instead, ducked low and slipped back into the room where she had left her sister in hiding and her father getting bashed. But Angela wasn't behind the chair, and Andrea crawled forward on hands and knees to see where she gone.
Up ahead, her sister was doing the same thing, moving on hands and knees, her tidy little ass glowing softly in the dim light and her titties hanging down. Andrea glanced up as their father came from the bar, where he had evidently been replenishing the pitcher of martinis. She felt a stab of fear for Angela, but her twin moved suddenly into a position that hid her face.
Angela draped herself over the arm of the couch, her face tucked into the pillow and the cheeks of her ass aimed right up at her daddy. Andrea saw with satisfaction that her sister had flipped her hair up into a towel, disguising it.
"Well, now," Clark Farrow said, toasting the lovely bare ass with his drink. "That's a tempting sight, my girl, and I'm just about ready to tear off another piece of that succulent little snatch, anyway. So if you're ready, and prefer being fucked in that delightfully primitive position, I'll just down this drink and get to it."
He was juiced up now for sure, Andrea decided; he often got talky when he'd had too much to drink. She held her breath as her father took his partially erect prick in one hand and approached the upturned ass of her sister, massaging himself.
Would he try and put that massive thing into Angela's tiny asshole? She had heard that some guys liked to screw that way sometimes, but she thought that they must have very slim cocks, because if they were built like her daddy, they'd tear all the stuffings out. Angela would scream, she thought, and scare him away from any such perversion like that, even if it meant exposing their entire plan; better to lose their father as a stud than for Angela to have her asshole ripped open.
"Damn," Daddy said, running his free hand wonderingly over the curves and planes of Angela's shapely tail. "Seems as if you get more beautiful every time I look at you, baby. But in this lousy light, I can't see all that much. Still,-I'd swear that your ass even feels a little different ... but that's pretty silly. I'm just getting stoned, I guess."
Angela mumbled something that Andrea couldn't make out, and probably wasn't meant to, any more than her father was. But he chuckled and began to rub the gleaming head of his rejuvenated prick delicately up and down the exposed and vulnerable crack of Angela's ass.
"That little ring is so tiny, I probably couldn't get my finger up it, much less the end of this big cock," he said. "A damned shame, too. I always wanted to screw a tight young ass, but your mini-pussy is almost as small. And if I stroke my cock along those little lips like this, and use it to tickle like that...."
Andrea shivered, watching that bulbous head tantalize her sister's almost unused pussy from the rear, sliding in and out of her spread thighs and moving up and down over both the asshole and the cunt lips. She could imagine the feeling it was giving to Angela, and saw how her twin reacted by the way she was squirming across the arm of the couch.
The girl was moaning low in her throat, keeping her face buried in the pillow and beginning to claw gently at the sofa fabric as the need to be fucked grew to overwhelming proportions within her feverish body. Andrea wished she could help, that she could run to them and perhaps hold her twin's head in her lap while their daddy proceeded to screw her.
But since that was impossible-at least for now-Andrea had to wait out the action, no matter how much she craved to be an integral part of it, how sincerely she desired to help and love them both, sharing their emotions and their bodies.
"Hold on, baby," their father said to the undulating ass of his daughter, "and I'll work the head of my prick into your impatient little cunt."
His other daughter watched as he set himself and placed the now-lubricated glans snugly to the entrance of Angela's box, wiggling his own ass slightly to seat the blunt end into her damp and flexing socket. Angela must be burning up inside by now, Andrea thought, and caressed her own flaming snatch.
Daddy began to shove forward, taking his time but still using the determined power that was his, backed by the coiling pressure that was building inside his balls. The very tip of his prong squashed down into the scarlet lips of her spreading pussy, and with another push, the head itself was sliding in the velvety membranes of Angela's young cunt, moving inch by slowly teasing inch as the opening stretched to admit it.
"Damn, but that's narrow!" he muttered. "Like you hadn't been screwed just a little while ago. But I love it, you sweet little bitch; I love your shapely ass and tiny slot and the sleekness of your thighs. Inside this baby box, it's so hot and tight that it feels as if I'm sticking my cock into a hose full of boiling water-but a lot slicker, a lot smoother."
"Ahhh!" Angela said, lifting her mouth from the pillow and making Andrea afraid that their father would recognize the girl he was screwing and back off, shocked to his very core.
But Daddy was too intent on his work, easing his big cock into the silken resistance of the darling cunt around it. He held on to Angela's buttocks, using his thumbs to open her a bit wider. Suddenly his prick vanished, slipped into his daughter's vagina all the way to the puffy sack of his balls, buried to the hilt inside her juicily clinging sheath. His crotch was shoved right up against the lustrous hillocks of the girl's delicate ass.
Andrea couldn't hold off taking care of her ownneeds, not for another erotic moment, and pushed the end of her finger up inside her steamy labia to find the pulsating nub of her clitoris. As her daddy worked his thick cock in and out of her sister's pussy, Andrea matched his movements with her finger, stroking her clit and panting, moving her hips as she sat bolt upright and rode her hand.
She was beyond caring that he might look back over his shoulder and see her there, rocking and hunching as she finger-fucked herself. Andrea was as far gone as both of them, as deeply into her sensuous responses as were her father and sister, locked together by the thrusts of his huge prick.
As Daddy stroked, so did Andrea, and she stared as she saw her twin lift up on her hands, so that he could reach down and around to latch his fingers around the mounds of her tits. Angela's head went back as she arched her body, and she felt back for a grip on Daddy's muscled, hairy thighs, unmindful of the very real danger of exposing her identity.
Grinding on her hand, feeling up into her hot, clenching pussy as she manipulated her clit and pretended that she was bucking upon that gorgeous cock, Andrea knew that her sister had gone wild in the fucking, flipped out so that she didn't give a damn for anything but the thrustings of a prick.
Andrea bit her lips and came on her finger; Daddy groaned and gave that corkscrewing lunge that indicated he was coming, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
It had been very close, Andrea thought, altogether too near to discovery, but luckily her father had sagged limply forward after he came, the alcohol catching up just in time. He lifted himself and his freshly fucked daughter, carrying Angela tucked against him with the melting length of his rod still locked into her helpless body.
Turning slowly, nuzzling into Angela's neck, he moved to the couch proper and lay down, placing her on the outside, one hand cupping a tit, the other snugged down into her feathery crotch and against the base of his imbedded prick.
Andrea slowly withdrew her finger from the confines of her own cunt, knowing both a sense of temporary fulfillment and a frustration that her orgasm had not been as magnificent as that of her sister. She watched Angela, and saw her twin's eyes looking back. The little doll had better stay awake, she thought; just because their father was drifting off into a sated dream didn't mean they could all relax.
Especially not Andrea, for even though she had masturbated, that quick climax had only taken the edge off her sexual hunger, not assuaged it completely. She was the last in line today, and her daddy seemed as if he was zonked out, through for some hours at least. But Cindy Baker had been well screwed, and Daddy had also, whether he knew it or not, fucked both his twin daughters now.
She stood up, wiping her fingers into the pliant curls of her pubic hair, nodding at her sister and backing out of the party room, the playroom which had certainly earned its name. Turning, she passed through the archway and out into the dazzling sunshine on the patio at poolside.
Naked as she had ever been, Cindy Baker sat on the edge of the pool, dangling her slim legs in the sparkling water. "Hey now," Cindy said, "that was some far out scene. Your daddy sure throws a wild cock, and I thought that Angela was going right on out through the roof. Oh wow, what a day this has been, so far."
Andrea dove cleanly into the water, swam the length of the pool and back, needing the coolness, the invigorating change. Coming back to where Cindy was sitting, she flung back her long hair, heavy with water, and hooked her elbows on the edge of the tiled pool.
"Cindy, he still doesn't know that he's screwed both Angela and me. I just can't figure out a way to let him know ... or maybe I just haven't got the nerve."
The other girl tilted her head back toward the house. "Is she going to sneak out here before he wakes up?"
"I think so," Andrea said. "She'd better." Cindy shrugged, and the movement reflected sunlight off the jutting points of her solid breasts. "Why not let them sleep together and wake up together? I mean, that way he'd be sure to know who's fucking who around here."
Andrea frowned and blew bubbles from her lips. "That might give him a trauma or something, hit him so hard that he would just run off."
"Might give him another hard on, you mean," Cindy laughed. "I think you're reading dear Daddy all wrong. Sure, he's mister nice guy; all the kids know that. But all the girls have been wondering when he could be made ... not if, but when. He's handsome and so sexy, and a lot of us have been thinking that he might be ready for some young ass-us. What do you know-we sure were right."
"But if he blows up, or beats on us, or...."
"No way," Cindy said. "If he comes on heavy, all you have to do is threaten to tell your mother how he seduced both his innocent daughters while he was smashed this long weekend. And I'm a witness, since he screwed me too."
Andrea had to giggle; Cindy was such a freaky kid. But she could be as logical as any grownup woman sometimes, and maybe this was the case now. "How do you suggest facing him now? Here comes Angela, so they won't wake up together." Angela had the towel off her head and wrapped around her trim waist, gone shy once more. She said, "He almost caught me. I would have died-just died!"
Laughing, Cindy splashed her feet in the pool. "Cool off, Angela; now your twin and me have to find how to tell your daddy he's been dicking his daughters ... and good, too."
As her sister swam slowly across the pool. Andrea said, "I guess you're right, Cindy. The sooner we tell him, the quicker we can all swing just the way we want. I think we'll catch him here in the pool, and skinny dip, and if he gets surrounded with naked girls, he'll have to respond. We only have the rest of today and tonight; then Mom and our brother will be home, and they'll ruin everything for us."
"Soon as he wakes up, then. Andrea-what else do you want to do with him? I mean, you've screwed him once; do you want to ride him the way I did, or take it from the back like your sister?"
"All of that," Andrea said, watching her sister glide through the water toward them. "But other things, too. Did you ever ... well, have a boy go down on you?"
Cindy shook her head. "Not yet, and I haven't put my mouth on a cock, either. Do you really suppose people do that? It seems kind of icky to me."
"I've seen pictures," Andrea said. "My brother has some dirty books hidden in his room. These pictures are in full color, and they show all kinds of things-like girls making it with girls and boys swinging with boys, and everybody using their mouths on everybody else. And taking it up the ass."
"Not with Clark Farrow," Cindy said emphatically. "He could never get that big thing into a hole that small."
"There are lots of smaller ones," Andrea said as she climbed dripping from the pool to sit beside her friend. "Terry and Billy, and my brother." Cindy lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? I've often wondered about your little brother and how he was hung. Sure, he's younger than we are, but he's pretty cute, and if I could take him on, then there would be a lot less chance of Brad messing up anything, since he would be in on it, too."
"Yeah," Andrea said thoughtfully, "and after going through those dirty books of his, I don't think there'll be much trouble getting my brother to do just about everything we want."
Angela pulled herself from the pool and lifted the wet rope of her thick hair back over one shoulder. "Brad is such a child, in spite of his horny books."
"Just one year younger than us," Andrea reminded, "and nobody can say we're not growing up fast."
Her twin glanced nervously back toward the house. "Shouldn't we get on some suits? Dad might wake up any minute now."
"No suits," Andrea said firmly, once again the leader. "We mean to ambush Daddy right here in the pool. I guess we ought to stay in the water until he gets in, though; we don't want to scare him away. And let's mix up some more martinis."
"I'll get the barbecue grill started," Angela said. "He'll be hungry; I am."
"We'll all need our strength," Cindy cut in, "especially your daddy."
Up again, Andrea said giggling "You can call him Daddy, too; after all, you've been as close to him as we have."
They busied themselves around the pool, fixing things to make Clark Farrow happy, although Andrea insisted they already had his happiness between their legs, and Angela called her a bitch for talking that way. As a concession to her modesty, they put on terrycloth robes, in case he should come out and catch them out of the water. But they wore nothing underneath the robes, at Andrea's insistence.
Hamburgers were cooking over charcoal when their father finally came from the playroom, bronzed legs swinging and his head erect. "Hi, kids; I thought you'd be gone most of the after noon. I left your guest out here to amuse herself while I caught a quick nap. Getting old, I guess."
As he walked to the pool in his swim trunks, recovered from the playroom carpet, Andrea winked at the other girls and thought: not old, just all screwed out. She watched him hit the water and nodded to the others, but Angela said quickly: "Not yet; let's eat first."
He turned for poolside, spraying water with mighty strokes, and bounced out upon the tile. "Smells great around here. Is everyone else hungry as I am?"
Eating heartily and washing down the barbecued burgers with martinis, her father was in top form, Andrea thought, but noticed that he carefully avoided any close contact with Cindy Baker. She hid a grin, wondering how he'd react if he knew that Cindy wasn't the only one he'd screwed.
Funny, she thought; she'd bet her allowance that she could tell the difference between men's cocks, even if one wasn't twice the size of the other. Besides, there was the style of fucking each man had going for him, like a trademark or something. Of course, she hadn't sampled all that many guys-only three so far, but even in a dark room and upside down, smashed or stoned, she would know Terry from Billy and from her father.
Maybe men were put together in some strange way, and could only tell if a woman's pussy was tight or loose. Was her mother's cunt loose now?
It ought to be, after having three children. But her mother was a fine looking woman, Andrea admitted, well stacked so that she looked real good in mod fashions, with tits bigger than her daughters', and a firm ass that flared out just so, and made a lot of men look it over. Andrea had even seen some of the kids her own age sweating out her mom's butt.
No reason they shouldn't, she thought; if she and her twin could get the hots for an older man, then the boys must also have ideas about screwing older women. Why not, again? It only made good sense, learning about sex from someone with much good experience to pass along. Andrea found herself wishing that she had lost her cherry to her father, instead of to a boy who had been as scared as she was.
She watched her father playing cool, saw him being the gracious host to his childish little daughters and their little girlfriend, whom he knew wasn't childish, but a damned good screw.
Andrea ducked into the playroom to change tapes on the stereo, and passed her hand along the couch where her imagination told her she could still feel the warmth of her father and his screwing. Actually, she found a mote of slippery stuff that she rubbed into nothingness between her fingers as she went back out upon the patio to rejoin the group.
Her father lay stretched in the sun, his belly still ridged and reasonably flat, his body hair with its shadings of brown and grey making him the sexiest thing ever. He was such a lovely brute, and it would be a waste not to lay him, if you were any kind of woman. If you were his daughter or some other underage girl; if you were his wife or sister or mistress or mother or auntie, it would still be a waste not to fuck him.
Stifling a laugh at the idea of Auntie Joan being fucked by Daddy while she moaned and flopped her skinny grey legs in the air, Andrea went to the edge of the pool and sat down. Looking back at the other girls, she slipped out of her yellow terrycloth robe, then eased into the water.
At her signal, Cindy followed after, splashing in with a noise that made the man turn over onto his side. But he didn't open his eyes, and little Angela glided shyly to the ladder where she fudged by making a tent of her robe and hiding behind it to duck into the pool. Now they were all naked, cruising restlessly about in the water with their nipples going taut.
Andrea swam close and used both hands to create a tidal wave of slashes. Her father spluttered and sat up, making funny faces and all kinds of threats.
"Yahh!" she yelled at him, still throwing water.
He dived in and she swam like hell for the protection of the pack, kicking up so many bubbles as the other girls screeched and raced away that her father couldn't see that he was the only one wearing a swim suit.
Grabbing and laughing, he accidentally put his hands on Cindy first, and they must have landed right on her naked tits, because Andrea was looking right into his face and saw the stunned look that suddenly passed over it.
He let go and backed off, seemingly uncertain whether he had actually grabbed bare boobies or not. And then, before he could recover, Andrea swam right into his chest, throwing both wet arms around his neck and wrapping both legs around one of his thighs. He got a double shock from her, or triple, she thought-counting her two tits mashed fiercely into his hairy chest and one exceedingly passionate cunt jammed against his leg beneath the roiling water.
She felt the gasp, the shudder that wracked him, and knew the desperate reflex with which he tried to free himself. But Cindy came wheeling back, caught his shoulders from behind, and rubbed her slippery body all over his back.
Clark Farrow choked. "What the hell-"
And when he threw out one arm, Angela came into it, pressing her nubile breasts into his flesh. Surrounded by youthful tits and overwhelmed by sliding young naked flesh, he went down, sank struggling beneath the bubbled water, and they went down with him. But Andrea kicked immediately to the surface, rising first among a cluster of heads.
Choking and coughing, her father made it to the edge and heaved himself out. Andrea reached him before the others, a little concerned, and unmindful of her nakedness before him.
"Damnit, Andrea ... what the hell kind of goofy game are you kids playing with me? Where the hell are your suits? What...."
She said, "Why don't you take off your trunks, Daddy? We've all seen you bare."
Gulping, frowning, he tried to say words but only surprised noises came tumbling out, and Andrea waved a hand at the other girls. Cindy bounced happily out of the water with her round titties flopping, but Angela climbed up the ladder, still trying to hide, her courage used up.
Before losing her ownnerve, Andrea looked her father full in the eyes and said rapidly: "We tricked you, last night and today. You didn't lay Cindy last night, you screwed me. And that second lay you had in the playroom today wasn't Cindy, either; it was Angela."
"My ... my own daughters? I don't believe ... you're just kids, I couldn't do anything like that to ... to you and Angela. I ... I laid Cindy; I know that."
Cindy pitched in to help convince him. "Sure you did, lover, and a fine job, too. But I was only one of three you got that large and lovely cock into. You've had a pretty busy weekend, so far, Mr. Farrow-and we mean you to get even busier."
He sat there on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water. Andrea pushed herself between them, coming up against the wall of the pool with her belly, and putting her pert young tits right up against the material of his swim trunks, right up against what she knew was beneath them-that gorgeous father's prick with its pendulum sack of testicles.
"Andrea, damnit. .
She pushed against him, worked the taut nipples of her boobies back and forth into his crotch. "Daddy, damnit...."
His face was still stunned, his eyes wide. "But I can't ... we can't...."
"Oh," she said, "but we can, and we already did, and we'll do it some more. Don't tell me that you haven't wanted to screw us, Daddy, just as we've been yearning for you to put it to us." Numbly, he shook his head. "Of course I ... well, you two are such lovely little things, and any man ... but I'm your father, damnit, and I just can't...."
Cindy Baker stepped up behind him and reached down to place her hands on the top of his head. Andrea watched as her friend drew her daddy's head back to snug it into the curly vee of her naked crotch. "Come on, big Daddy," Cindy said, "where else would you get the chance to fuck three beautiful young chicks like us? And it's not like you haven't already screwed us all, not like you could undo ... or un-fuck ... us. So relax and enjoy it, Clark, baby. Christmas has come early this year."
Watching her father's face intently, Andrea saw it change, saw the eyes narrow and the frown smooth itself. His lips twitched into a smile that spread to a wide grin, and Clark. Farrow said, "What the hell am I fighting? No way I could deny you kids, is there? You're my blood, all right-flesh of my flesh, and now meat for my meat. And you know something? I'd damned glad of it, damned happy that you three little cunts worked all this out for us, because I would never have had the guts."
Rolling the back of his head into the crotch it was snugged to, he put his hands on Andrea's wet, slippery shoulders and hiked the swelling mound of his groin into the happy pressure of her tits. "Did I want to screw you? Sure, I did-every time I watched those tight little asses swish by, and every time I watched these great little tits bounce around, I wanted to touch them so damned badly that my fingers ached. And I was jealous of every little bastard dancing with you at the party."
Cindy breathed. "Oh, wow! Now we're really going to swing. No more bullshit; everything out in the open and groovy."
"Yes," Andrea sighed, knowing the growth of her father's prick behind the barricade of his trunks. "Oh yes, and won't it be wonderful?" Putting her hand on his knees, she smiled up at him, and by taking a grip under her arms, he lifted her completely from the water. She slid drip ping over his body, over his damp chest hair, her nipples burning twin paths through it. Looking deeply into her eyes, her father said softly, "You fascinating little witch-kiss me."
No little girl kiss, this one; not a daddy to daughter kiss this time, but a full, flaming kiss of passion delivered by a man to a woman he lusted for; he meant to screw her, to make love and to be loved in the greatest, wildest kind of way.
Andrea sighed as her mouth slowly opened, and as the questing tip of his delicious tongue slid into her lips. She felt a shudder ripple throughout her suddenly tensed body, and knew the wonder of her daddy caressing her as a sex object, with the full knowledge of who she was and what he was doing. She dimly realized that Cindy Baker had moved back, but she didn't know where.
Then she heard Cindy's insistent voice. "Lie back, Clark; lie back and lift your ass so I can work these wet trunks down your legs."
He wiggled, and the movements were pure artistry, pure tantalization distilled in want, and she writhed gladly on top of him, happily soothing the fever of her skin upon his. It was the perfection of all her erotic dreams, the wish fulfilled, and Andrea revelled in it, knowing that whatever she did, whatever he wanted of her, it would be magic and wondrous.
He was below her then, naked in the hungry feeling up of his enchanted prong as it nudged her thighs. Andrea lay flat on top of him, kissing that strong and long-beloved mouth, sucking dreamily upon his tongue and fondling his face with both hands.
Her daddy's hands slid up and down her back, shoulders and spine and the curve of her trembling buttocks. His slow fingers trailed down the cleft of her ass, probing gently and carefully, feeling the quick contractions of her hole and dipping to caress the upper end of her ecstatic labia.
He drew his mouth aside, and she missed the nectar of it, the spice of his tongue and the flavors of his male breath. He was panting, and said, "Baby-oh my sweet and darling daughter; it's so marvelous to feel your naked little body against mine, so lovely and hot, all silks and satins and warm places all trembling for me."
All she could say was: "D-daddy-oh, Daddy darling. I-I love you so much."
So he lifted her by handholds on the cheeks of her soft ass, moved her throbbing body up to where he could begin to kiss the aching nipples of her tits, switching his hot mouth back and forth. He nipped them and sucked them, and ran his tongue all around the mounds of them until Andrea blazed all over, as if her blood had turned to fiery liquids and might explode at any moment.
His voice was muffled by her quaking flesh. "Love you, too, baby-love these perfect miniature tits, and the way the hair on your girlish pussy rubs over my belly. Red-haired cunt, baby, and it's burning me right through the skin and flesh, on down to my bones. But before I fuck you, Andrea ... before I really stick the meat to one of my sweet daughters ... tell me, has any boy ever gone down on you, eaten into that succulent little cunt?"
"No," Andrea answered, choking on the word. "Then I will," her father said, kissing and licking down her flinching belly. "I'll get right down there between those lovely thighs and pull you up so that you can just sit your beautiful cunt on my face...."
She swallowed, moved unresistingly as he positioned her for his feasting, positioning her with thighs spread above his face. "Won't ... won't I hurt you, if I sit...."
"No, baby ... no way! Crawl on up me-ahh, there. Now I can look up right into your gorgeous little pussy and see its sweet lips hanging over me. So tiny, Andrea-so tight. No wonder I nearly fucked myself silly; that's the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen."
Trembling in every part of her body, Andrea kneeled above her father's face, shuddering at the strokings of his hands over her buttocks and thighs. Dimly, she heard excited whisperings, and realized that her twin and Cindy were watching her, that they would see every erotic detail of this thing she was about to do with her father. Somehow she didn't mind knowing that they were close by and staring only made her more volatile, perhaps hotter than she had ever been.
Her daddy's hands were gentle, appealing, titillating, moving slowly and teasingly up and down her skin, cupping her ass, tickling down the backs of her legs until she thought she would flip completely out of her mind.
Turning weak in the knees, she could not have helped lowering her streaming crotch down upon her daddy's eager face even if she wanted to hold herself back. And she didn't want that; she wanted to let herself go, give up her body and mind to whatever her adoring father wanted of her, to any sharing he desired of his daughter.
Down she went, sagging and going limp; his tongue-oh! his tongue!-flicking up and dipping its end hotly and wetly into her pubic hair. It pressed against her sensitive labia, and Andrea came completely apart.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hot and sweet, the magic thrill lanced through her, started at the velvet gates of her quivering cunt and speared inward to the depths of her womb, then fanned from there to ricochet along the nerve ends of all her body.
Daddy, her loving daddy, was kissing her pussy, licking into its lips, pushing his warmly lapping tongue right on up inside her cunt. It was terrific; it was even better than being fucked by him, because this was an even more intimate way of showing affection and making love.
It was so beautiful that she started to cry, her eyes filling as her pussy was filling with the honeyed juices of her ecstasy. "Ohhh! Oh, Daddy darling! Ahh-I can't stand it. It's too much-too crazy-OHH!"
His hands caressed the cheeks of her ass, and when her bedazzled eyes looked down she could see his nose pushed into the top of her mound, imbedded into the resilient ringlets of her cunt hair. Her thighs were up against his cheeks, and his mouth-her father's entire mouth was plunged into the rapture of her vibrant pussy.
Reaching down her hands, she fondled the brown-grey hair, stroked her daddy's head as he ate hungrily into her cunt. It was truly being eaten, she thought: he was burrowing his teeth and lips into her flesh, sucking and pulling and chewing. She wanted him to devour her cunt, to swallow her pussy, to take all of her body into his avid mouth and down his throat.
"Daddy-oh my sweet, loving Daddy. I love you, oh how I love you! You're eating me alive-eating my pussy-sucking my cunt! You're sucking your little girl's cunt and I love it-adore it!"
He mumbled into the heaving folds of her labia, clenched his fingertips deeper into the jiggling mounds of her ass, and pushed more strongly into the narrow cavern of her vagina. His teeth nibbled, bit tenderly, chewed lightly, ground her inner labia between them. His tongue continued to tickle, to probe and fondle the inner workings of her vagina.
And suddenly, wonderfully, her clitoris was drawn into the play of tongue and teeth. Thrills shot through her one after another, wild and deep, crazy and sharp. Moaning, holding his head between her hands, Andrea began to hunch slowly upon her father's face, gyrating the entire lower part of her body in the sensuous motions of a belly dancer.
"Wow!" someone said behind her. "Oh, wow-just look at Andrea screwing his face!"
She was, she thought; she was actually fucking her daddy's face, screwing his mouth, humping her pussy on his chin and his cheeks and nose, and she ground harder, laid it up to him so that if he wanted to eat her up, he could reach it all.
"Eat me!" she shrilled. "On Daddy, Daddy-eat my cunt!"
Andrea rocked upon the suctioning joy that was his mouth, rotated her vulva over his gobbling lips, and fed him the mad oscillation of her clit. She grunted and humped, rolled her ass in her father's hands and stroked her crotch over his entire face, forcing his nose into her fiery slot, dragging in up to the tight little ring of her asshole, then sliding back again so that he could gulp the slippery oils of her feverish pussy again.
Riding him, jockeying her ass up and down, she closed her eyes in the coming bliss and heard him groaning his own passion as he licked faster and sucked harder. The sunburst came up swiftly, a red-blue bright violence that burst within her cunt and seared her clit to a nub, burned it out of her convulsing cunt. The nova's backwash whip-lashed her head, snapped the upper part of her torso back and forth, and her teeth locked painfully, ardently, into her lower lip.
Andrea came, seesawed once more upon the ravaging delight of her daddy's loving mouth, and came again-or was it a magic continuation of her first orgasm, drawn out impossibly long and intense? She didn't know; she knew only that it was the most wonderful, the most moving climax she had ever reached during the whole of her sex life.
Collapsing, melting down in warm, worshipful rivulets, she found her father had slid upward, or moved her downward, and that his mouth was now available for hers. She kissed it, loosed the small, swift animal of her tongue within her daddy's mouth, seeking all his heat, his maleness, and seeking the intimate flavors of her own love juices, the attar of her own pussy. Finding it there, spread along the roof of his mouth and behind his teeth and wetly, slickly, over his tongue, she fed contentedly upon it until the spices dissolved in the flare of her father's desire.
She felt his prick throbbing heavy and long against her belly, and wiggled around to set the cockhead against the needy cleft of her dripping cunt. But a hand pushed at her ass, and somehow that huge, thick cock was bent down past her anticipating slit, removed from the greasy thrusts of her vulva.
"No way!" Cindy Baker hissed into her ear from above and behind. "Don't be so greedy with him, Andrea. There are two more of us waiting to be fucked, and it's not fair that you try to get it all."
Regretfully, her father's lips left hers, and he sighed. "I suppose you're right, Cindy. Andrea, baby-we'll just have to wait awhile to get our real fuck going. We don't want to cheat anyone else. But stay close beside us; don't get far away, because I won't be able to get enough of you, my darling."
Andrea moved weakly aside, rolling over so that the cheeks of her ass touched earth, and it was a long way down from the star-shot sky where she had been rioting. Her fingers touched the crisp hair mat of his chest, and she could only look her love-her very deep love-at him, this most lovable of all men.
Clark Farrow sat up, sweat shining upon his face, the shiny head of his prick gleaming from the sun, and Andrea saw that it was leaking, that it was anxious to dip itself into a pussy-if not the one he had just eaten, then another one. Her twin's, she thought; Daddy wanted to fuck either of them in preference to Cindy Baker, because he was closer to them, because the same horny blood boiled in their veins.
She glanced over at her sister, and saw Angela sitting stooped over, covering her enforced nudity as best she could with arms and hands and elbows. She wondered if Angela could actually screw their father right out in the open like this, and in front of others. Of course, Angela knew that there had been observers in the darkened playroom, but they had been in hiding, and the bashful girl could accept that.
"Angela." Her father beckoned to her sister.
"Please come here, baby. You can wrap the towel around you, if you feel you have to, but come over here to Daddy."
Cindy said, "Hey, now...."
And Clark said, "You too, Cindy. Look, girls, if I lie back here, go flat on my back again, I can handle both of you at once. I can eat your nice cunt, Cindy-turn you on the same way as I just did Andrea. Then Angela can get astride my body and get screwed by setting herself on my prick. That way, I wouldn't be able to stare at her, and neither would you, Cindy; your back would be to her."
Andrea spoke up as her twin sister hesitated. "That only leaves me watching, Angela-and you know you don't mind me."
Slowly, the girl arose, moving only after Cindy had come near to her father. When Cindy kneeled to present her nubile body to Clark, his daughter followed suit, sliding into the welcoming curve of his arm with her face flaming and down turned, her eyes shuttered by her lashes.
Andrea watched as her daddy's hands fondled both girls, as they slid exploringly over the naked and trembling flesh. He cupped Angela's boob with his left hand, and Cindy's tit with his right. Angela kept her eyes downcast, but Cindy grinned and reached out for his upright and pulsing cock.
He nuzzled into the curve of his daughter's neck, when he joined the smooth shoulder, his lips glided over the fresh and youthful skin. Still Angela didn't look at him, and her own hands rested limply at her sides. Andrea could see the rich titian curlings of her sister's pubic hair, the little vee of the mound where it was compressed between Angela's thighs.
"This must be the biggest prick in the country," Cindy breathed in awe, fondling the massive rod, "and just think, kids, we took it all."
Clark kissed his daughter's ear, moved over her gently turning cheekbone, and at last found her quivering lips. Andrea stared as her daddy clamped his mouth hard and hungrily to her sister's, as his fingers dug into the tender mound of Angela's small and shapely breast.
Andrea's hand fumbled for her own crotch, but she would not allow herself to finger the clit, or even to part the still juicy lips of her pussy, for she wanted the deeper, more meaningful thrills of fucking, and before the weekend was over, she would yet have a turn at screwing her father. But the excitement of the other girls washed over to her, and the residual stirring of her own recent cunnilingus was arousing within her.
When her daddy broke the long and probing soul kiss with her sister, he lay back on the edge of the pool, his giant prick proudly erect in the sunshine, rising stiffly and strong from its nesting of curly brown hair and the bag of his testicles. There was an eager, expectant look on his face, and Andrea realized how much her father was looking forward to consciously fucking one of his daughters-either of his twin daughters.
She wasn't jealous; she was intrigued and entranced, but she did not really envy her twin the opportunity of screwing their daddy. She loved both of them, so why should she be jealous of their love making? She was a part of both, loved by both Angela and her father, and none of them could ever run out of that precious commodity, for their stores were now endless, and could be so fully replenished.
"Boy," Cindy Baker said, as she crawled over Clark's supine body, "this is really going to be something. I never had my cunt eaten before, lover, so if I flip out...."
"All right, Angela-come to me; climb on top of me like Cindy's doing, and fit the head of my prick into your darling little pussy to suit yourself; move to your own time and your own feelings, once it's in. I would never have believed that my big cock could fit into that tiny snatch, but since I fucked it once before...."
Then Andrea saw her friend Cindy in the identical position she had been in only a few minutes past, posed with thighs spread, his face between her knees and looking up. But she hadn't been backed up by her sister, as Angela was doing with Cindy now. Biting her lips and blushing furiously, Angela was straddling her father, staring down with some fear at the length and thickness of his mammoth staff.
Andrea couldn't help it; she moved in and took her twin's hand, giving her confidence and support. "It's all right, Angela, honest it is. You've already taken Daddy's prick, and you can do it again. This way, it'll be even easier, since you can guide it in yourself, take it an inch at a time and only go as far as you like. It's going to be wonderful, sis, just wonderful."
Clinging to Angela's hand, she watched her little sister settle herself upon their father's cockhead, bring down the red feathered crotch to nudge gently against the blunt tip of his leaky glans.
And up past their father's chest, the rounded ass of Cindy Baker went softly but firmly down to close her excited pussy upon his open mouth.
Angela hesitated, moved cautiously downward and wiggled her shapely ass ever so slightly, feeling the lips of her inflamed cunt over her father's cockhead. Andrea held her twin sister's hand and watched closely for every intimate detail of this thrilling scene.
It was far out, she thought, seeing her own daddy stretched out this way, with not one, but two girls on top of him. Cindy was now rocking sexily on his face, grinding her crotch into his hungry mouth-and Andrea knew exactly the sensation the other girl was receiving. Daddy really knew how to eat pussy, and the things he did with his tongue and teeth were fabulous.
And her sister, moving now an inch farther down upon Daddy's prick, an expression of purest bliss upon her face as the meaty staff penetrated. The head of it was already inside Angela's small slit, Andrea saw, and observed how wide the lips of her twin's cunt were stretched to take it inside. She felt as if she were watching her own pussy, seeing her own labia turn elastic to get around her father's massive penis.
And in a sense, she was, because Angela's cunt was identical to hers, in shaping and color and resiliency. Its sensitive tissues gave the same kind of clinging, greasy caress to this gorgeous cock, and the vagina accepted its length and diameter with the identical kind of stimulated adoration.
A mirror, Andrea thought; it was as if she was staring at her own reflection, seeing her own modelled ass dropping slowly upon the quivering meat pole.
She would someday use a real mirror, she decided, feeling her sister's fingers clench frantically upon her hand. Maybe a whole gang of mirrors, so she could watch every angle while her father fucked her, and ate her, and as they went into every conceivable position.
With Angela, too, she realized it would be far more fun. She and Angela could screw their daddy in the wildest happenings; Cindy Baker wouldn't always be around, and when she was gone, they could share equally in their father's sexual love.
"A-Andrea," her sister panted. "Oh, Andrea ... he ... it's so big! It's going in, but it's filling me up, stretching me so wide I might pop open."
"You won't," Andrea promised. "You fucked him before, and Daddy's prick went in all the way to his balls. It won't really hurt you, sis . , . you know that. Go on, go on, baby ... fit it all inside your pussy and start in to really screw him."
Angela settled lower, and there was only a couple of inches of cock left, the thickest part just above the swollen, hairy balls. "Ohh!" she gasped, and gave a sensuous wiggle of her ass that pushed her crotch farther upon the rod. "Ohh ... ooh, it's so thick and ... and good! Oh my lord, but it's wonderful! Daddy ... Daddy! Fuck me, split my pussy wide open, and I won't care. Oh darling, sweet man ... sweet prick...."
When her sister got rolling, the shyness vanished. Andrea thought Angela would never use words like those unless she was so turned on that her naturally reticent nature was just overwhelmed by this newly found erotic wantonness.
"Yeah," Cindy Baker panted, "oh yeah, baby ... suck me, bite my cunt ... eat me up alive!"
Angela flicked her eyes that way, and watched her girlfriend riding her daddy's head, bouncing and humping on it as if it was a saddle and she was trying to get the horn up her vagina. Daddy might smother, she thought, or drown, or be battered into unconsciousness. But no-his hands were on Cindy's trim waist, and moving with her ass, as he seemed to be really digging the violent reactions his cunt-eating was bringing about.
Letting go her sister's hand, Angela reached out and down to place her fingertips on the hairy scrotum of her father's genitals. A moment later, her twin's cunt slid the final inch down and firmly covered the entire length of their daddy's cock. Angela could feel the damp pubic hairs of them both, the crisper curls in her father's crotch, the mossy tickle of her sister's pussy hair.
Growing bolder, she caressed them together, using her fingers on her sister's stretched labia, on her daddy's slippery cock. It was tremendous, feeling them both like that, and when Angela hiked her trembling ass, when the sweet lips of her now juicy cunt slid up his rod, Andrea fondled the throbbing staff and held her thumb against her sister's mound where the cock head was hidden.
When Angela eased back down the thick staff, Andrea's hand preceded the wetly grasping lips to dart ahead and fondle the wrinkled bag of their daddy's balls. Up and down, all slippery and lubricated, all touchy and slick; Andrea squeezed and let go, clamped down and released, feeling balls and cock and the infinite softness of her sister's cunt lips.
It didn't matter that Cindy Baker was holding his head prisoner with hands and thighs, nor that she was fucking his face in those last furious thrustings before orgasm. What was important was the sensuous, lascivious grindings of Angela's diminutive pussy as she worked it lovingly upon Daddy's prick.
Now Angela had both hands upon Cindy's shoulders, and was using the other girl as a brace, as a support to allow her gyrations and humping of the stroking cock that was inside her flexing vagina. All Andrea could do was hang on, to hold to her daddy's balls, for now he was pushing up into his daughter's pussy and matching her eager grinds.
"Fuck her, Daddy," Andrea gasped. "Fuck my sister, fuck your daughter! Stick that beautiful big cock up her sweet cunt and fuck her until she faints."
She couldn't hear his answer, muffled as his mouth was by the folds of Cindy's busily pumping vulva, but he moaned something in answer, and his massive penis whip-sawed into Angela's mound.
As she clung to his balls, she felt them lurch, swell, felt them leap upwards in a spasmed movement, and knew that her father was coming, that he was jetting the flood of his thick semen powerfully up into her twin's vagina. It was hot and sticky, roaring and filling; she knew that from the experience of being screwed by him before, and now she was wildly glad that she had. Otherwise, this enchanted moment would have flipped her out in jealousy and envy.
But she knew; Andrea knew, and the knowing gave her something that was not quite peace, because it was also exciting and boiling with anticipation of her next turn with that passionate cock. She understood and approved and was very happy for them both, for her daddy spurting his good hot semen, and for her sister being drenched with it.
"Oh, you loving man," Cindy Baker hissed. "I'm coming so hard that it's killing me-but I want to die like this ... I want to die with your mouth sucking on my cunt!"
Angela turned her face blindly, and Andrea leaned forward in prompt response, to press her lips upon her twin's open mouth, to pass her knowing and understanding from tongue to tongue, and to receive the subsiding flavors of a very special ecstasy. Thus they were all locked together like separate pieces of a jigsaw puzzle to make a whole different appearance. They were one circle of ardent flesh, Daddy and Angela and Cindy and Andrea herself, mouth to cunt, prick in cunt, mouth to mouth.
And Daddy was the connecting point, the focal unity of it all, the very centerpiece of the action. Ah, but she loved him, Andrea knew-deeper and far more meaningful than ever before, for now he was more than simply her father. He was her stud, her carnal lover, his prick the fount from which she had sprung and the prick upon which she would slake her every hunger.
They both would use him, and give to him, and be given by him, Andrea realized; for she and her twin sister were more than identical in looks, they were also alike in their sensual needs. And dear Daddy must want them in the same fashions, too. Now that his inhibitions had been smashed, now that he had fucked both his daughters and eaten the pussy of one, he would be wide open for any suggestion, no matter how demanding or how weird it might seem at first glance.
She took her hand from between their thighs, and found it damp both with the sweat of their bodies and the seepage of her father's come. Her sister's labia had loosened terrifically, she thought, to let out droplets of the semen, or else their daddy had let go with such a powerful load that it had forcefully pushed out past the imbedded root of his cock.
Angela had slumped forward, still hanging onto Cindy's bare shoulders, but her face now pressed to the girl's shoulder blades, and her belly low, at its bottom touching her daddy's hairy belly, angling softly up. Andrea wondered how far up into her twin's vagina the long prick reached, and if it was now kind of bent inside, to conform to the shape of Angela's body.
Cindy Baker crawled off Clark's face. Turning over, she sat down and lifted her knees to hug them, to press her thighs tightly together. "It ... was too much," she sighed. "Too much, and I may never be the same again. I mean ... oh man, I don't even know what I mean."
CHAPTER SIX
They were actually alone, three of them in the king-sized bed. Daddy had his left arm around Andrea, his hand down to nestle affectionately upon her sensitive mound. His right hand was wrapped about her sister's shoulders, that hand lying blissfully upon her feathery little snatch. Cindy Baker had gone home, saying that she was beat and that his pussy eating had been too much for her.
But before she left, they had passed around the martini pitcher and openly discussed their problem; how to keep the swinging going after Mrs. Diane Farrow and her son Brad came home. At first, Daddy had been silent, but as the gin took better hold, he came into the discussion with suggestions. He was afraid to have Diane find out, he admitted, since he was inno way certain just how she would react to such shocking news.
He thought that the laying of Brad by Cindy would be a start, especially if the twins could then move in on their brother and screw him into keeping quiet.
That's when Cindy laid it all up front. "But Clark, baby ... it isn't only Brad. Your wife will probably be the big hangup, so we'll have to take care of her, too. If you don't, no more sweet young ass for you ... and if she's really square, she might even yell for the fuzz; rape and incest and all that."
They had all sat staring at him, until he frowned and slowly answered, "I see what you mean, sauce for the goose and the single sex standard. I just never thought of Diane ... and our son...."
"No more than she ever thought about you laying your own daughters," Andrea put in. "But that isn't bad, is it, Dad?"
He shook his head and finished his martini. "No; what we had ... and all we can have in the future ... is wonderful. I never realized I could be so aroused, so completely fulfilled. I can't lose any of that. So I guess your mother has to be brought into our little party, somehow, and if seeing to it that she fucks our son is the way, then that's it. I can only hope that she enjoys it as much as I enjoy screwing you girls."
And that had cleared the way, Andrea thought. They could work on the overall plannow, get it all ready to spring on Mom and their brother when they returned. Meanwhile, she and her twin had Daddy all to themselves, for the very first time. But poor Daddy was worn out; his head had barely touched the pillow when he was fast asleep. Andrea snuggled into his shoulder, her head upon his chest. She felt down the hairy planes of his tummy, across the indentation of his navel to prowl the curly forest of his pubic mound. Another hand was already there, and she stroked the back of her sister's fingers in understanding, then bypassed them to search for the limp and flaccid tool that was her father's used-up penis.
It was astonishing how small it could get, how the tissues could shrink themselves almost to nothing. The very feel of it was totally different now that it was relaxed, than at its peak of arousal.
Worm-like where it had been a raging serpent, soft where it had been a tower of strength, his prick lay still and shriveled between his thighs, not as big as his testicles now. Andrea knew a deep sense of power, realizing that when her father was awake, her slightest touch could return this limp cock to its rightful male stature, that she could make him want her body, her cunt, her ass, in the same way her mother could.
Was that some form of competition, daughter against mother? Andrea wasn't certain of the motives, but still she knew the pride of accomplishment, the glory of being desirably female and young, and passionate. Was Diane Farrow lustful enough? Maybe her son would think so; maybe her husband still thought so, but was lulled into boredom by time and habit and a sexual routine that should never have been allowed to become a routine.
Andrea shivered and stroked her daddy's penis, picturing her mother taking this very shaft of meat into her pussy and squirming voluptuously upon its hardness. Mom was lovely, that was true, but she had always been sort of dominating, a matriarch who could make them all quail at her angers. Still, she must also be a fine piece of ass, or Clark Farrow wouldn't have remained married to her for so long. Daddy was a hot nuts man who obviously needed plenty of sexual attention.
He was going to get all he could handle and possibly more from now on, Andrea thought. But it would be very nice to have Mom swinging gladly and willingly with the rest of the family. Andrea fingered the resting prick, and thought she sensed a faint stirring deep within its softened flesh.
Poor Daddy; it had been a rough day for him, emotionally as well as physically. He had suffered some ego jolts, and had been forced to open up, to bring his truths out into the open. He was a somewhat jealous man, too, Andrea realized; he hadn't really wanted his son to stick a prick into the cunt he considered his own special thing.
Wondering if her mother had ever swung, if she played a few games on the side, Andrea turned her body so that her tits pushed their erectile nipples into her father's chest. She felt her sister's fingers trailing across her forearm, tickling with a gentle insistence, and wondered just what Angela might have in mind. Their dad was too tired now, worn out from his almost constant exertions, and he wasn't exactly a young stud any more.
She whispered: "Aren't you sleepy, Angela?" The answer floated back. "No; I ... I'm too mixed up, maybe too stirred up. I wish Daddy was awake and strong again."
"Me, too. He'll be fine in the morning, after we get a good breakfast down him, and some brandy, but that doesn't help tonight, does it?"
"No," Angela murmured. "Can you think of anything for ... for us?"
"You mean for sex?"
Angela's answer was small and soft. "Yes." Andrea slid out of bed, untangling herself from her father's arm and moving away from the warmth of his body with regret. But she was also restless, with new urges moving strongly beneath the surface. After all the fucking, she thought, she should be sated, content at least for now. But she wasn't, and neither was her sister.
What would they do? Anything; everything that two girls could imagine for each other, for there certainly was nothing holding them back now. How would two women make love, Andrea wondered, and knew the answers immediately: orally, or with their hands, or even by sliding their clits together in a very sensuous simulation of the real thing.
Her skin tingled as she passed around the bed and got innext to her twin. Their father muttered in his sleep and turned over, disengaging his arm from Angela. The movement made room for them, and when Andrea snuggled close, it was far more exciting than holding her sister had ever been before.
It seemed as if Angela's skin was heated by a hundred tiny fires, as if it had suddenly turned into hot velvet, all slithery and tickly. She pressed close, and her twin turned even softer, giving herself up to Andrea's handling, her body saying tacitly: use me, love me, make me.
First, Andrea rubbed the expanded nipples of her breasts over her twin's boobs, scraping them delicately back and forth, and feeling Angela respond by wiggling and panting.
She nuzzled into the satin of her sister's neck, and their bodies hunched together, tits to tits, belly to belly; Andrea felt the thrill of another fluffy pussy being pushed into her own cunt. mound, and the sensation was fascinating, different. She kissed Angela's neck, licked her ear, and the other body quivered like a guitar string.
"Shhh!" she hissed into the ear. "Don't wake up Daddy, and hold as still as you can."
"Let's ... let's go into our own room," Angela suggested.
"No; it's more fun like this, with him sleeping right next to us and not even suspecting what we're doing. It's really a far out groove, making it beside Daddy."
She caressed Angela, let her hands roam tenderly over the shapely little body, feeling the graceful curving of the smooth back and the artistic pear-models of her ass cheeks. Sighing, she moved her lips up and across, finding in the blackness the excitement of her twin's waiting and eager mouth.
They kissed, passing damp flames between their open lips, sucking the air from each other's mouths, sucking the darting tips of tongues, knowing the sweet tastes of nectar. It was a startling violence, a surprising reaction of savagery from her sister that shocked Andrea for a split second; then she came back with a primitive hunger of her own.
Squirming together, bucking their cunts, flattening their tits, they locked mouths furiously, clashing their teeth and thrusting their tongues as if they were spears, or pricks.
Kissing and caressing, wiggling together with the pubic fondlings of their damp and aroused mounds, they strained to each other's torrid bodies. Andrea led the way, cupping her sister's tits, taking hold of her ass, fondling and petting her belly. She ran her fingers tenderly into Angela's mound and explored the hair, dared to touch the expectantly moist lips of her twin's alluring pussy.
Was she a Lesbian? Andrea wondered; were they both some kind of homosexual, she and her sister? What they were doing didn't feel dirty; it felt wonderful. Electric shocks exploded along Andrea's skin as it slid over Angela's silken hide, as their nipples crushed together.
Daringly, then, Andrea moved a single finger into the slippery labia, and shoved it firmly up into the opening of her sister's cunt. Hot and tight, the pussy lips closed about her probe, and Andrea felt the marvelous, magic softness of the vagina walls as she socked home her finger to the second knuckle.
Tentatively, Angela's hand came prowling down Andrea's tummy, sneaking its fingertips into the anxious fur of the waiting pussy. As Andrea moved her own finger back and forth Angela pushed fearfully into the twin of her own cunt and began to match the sexy and provoking motion.
Andrea sucked in a deep breath as her sister's finger tapped her clitoris, and she pulled the other girl tight to kiss her some more. Wiggling on the buried, sliding fingers, working their clits thrillingly and grinding their tight asses, they tongue kissed while masturbating each other, and the sensation was tremendous, Andrea thought wildly.
Panting into her twin's mouth, she stroked faster, and was stroked faster in return. Sliding their sweaty bellies together, they finger fucked blissfully, twisting their legs and with their free hands cupping each other's asses. They were shaking the bed, heaving and bucking in the throes of their maddened passions, but Andrea didn't care now about waking up their father. She only wanted to get the most out of this fantastic union of bodies, and she ground even harder.
Angela hunched and made corkscrewing motions, throwing her ass around and gyrating her belly, but never forcing the moving finger out of her cunt. Andrea shuddered violently and came, biting her sister's lips and raking her teeth. As her heart raced crazily and her orgasm broke foaming within her pussy, she felt her sister stiffen out, felt the sudden and convulsive squeezing of Angela's cunt and knew that her twin was reaching her sexual climax, coming in spasms of happiness that rattled the bed loudly.
They sighed together, a tender net of thighs and calves and arms, their lips brushing, their tits tingling with little waves of sensitivity as the raging forces subsided within their cunts. Just this much, Andrea thought, and the results were terrific; just masturbating each other was-well, almost like being screwed by a virile lover.
What would happen when they went down on each other, when they placed hungrily seeking mouths on their pussies? Ecstasy expanded like LSD, Andrea thought, and knew that they would have to try it before very long. But just then, there was a stirring beside them, and as they unwrapped themselves, as they came slowly untangled, their father sat up.
Andrea blinked at him when he switched on the bed lamp, while her sister ducked beneath the sheet. Daddy leaned over and threw off the sheet, anyway.
"I'll be damned," he said, and Andrea realized that her finger was still buried within her twin's pussy, and that in the bright lamplight, her father could plainly see it. Gently, she withdrew it, lingering among the red feathering of the cunt hair, looking down at the gleam of the love juices on her finger.
He repeated: "I'll just be damned, if you two haven't been fingering each other-after all the screwing you had today. Just as fresh and horny as ever-and every bit as beautiful. Those have to be the most lovely little bodies in the entire world; those sweet mini-pussies are exquisite-twice as beautiful because they're twice as many. Do you girls always stay this horny?"
Andrea said, "Not always; we got more this way since you fucked us, Daddy. It seems like that turned us on so much that we just want to go on and on, trying it all and loving it all." He smiled and touched her cheek, moved his hand to pet Angela's mound. "I know what you mean. We'll have tomorrow all to ourselves-then your mother and brother come home, and we'll have to be very careful."
"For awhile," Andrea reminded him, "just until they can be made to swing with us."
CHAPTER SEVEN
They couldn't do enough for him, arid it would have been like vying for his attention, if either of them had been at all jealous. But Andrea knew it wasn't that; she and her twin sister were only trying to demonstrate their increased love for him, showing their father how much more he now meant to them.
Andrea bustled about with breakfast while Angela set the table and folded paper napkins party style. The morning did feel like a party was in the offing, and they both giggled with excitement at the slightest provocation. When their daddy came downstairs, they could see he was fresh from the shower and looked very virile, very appealing in his white terrycloth robe, with his hair damply tousled that way.
"Well, look at my domestic girls," he grinned, striding into the kitchen with no sign of embarrassment, and Andrea was glad for that. It was so much better to accept things as they had become, without false regrets or plastic promises to change.
At the table, he put his arms around her first, and when he drew her small body close to his big one, Andrea went up on tiptoe to hold her mouth up for his kiss. The pressure of his lips was soft and tender, but she opened her mouth and gave him the quick darting of her tongue.
Then her daddy ran one hand down the curve of her back and cupped her ass; both cheeks fit into his spread fingers, and he used them to push her mound right into his thigh.
She sighed when he released her, but stepped away so that he could properly greet her sister. Watching, she saw him lift Angela completely from her feet so that he could rub the girl's mound into his crotch and her boobs across his chest. Andrea didn't mind that her twin was getting a longer and more sensual caress from their daddy; she knew that her first kiss had made him more sexy, arousing him at the initial sliding of their tongues. And she smiled, as a woman will when she realizes the tremendous power she can wield over a passionate man.
He let go of Angela, and they kissed lightly before he sat down to the huge breakfast they had ready. Pan fries and bacon; toast and eggs and juice, coffee and milk. Andrea had the brandy ready near the stove, but thought she should hold the cafe royalle until after he'd eaten and was leaning back to enjoy his cigar.
Angela kept her eyes down during most of the meal, but loosened up toward the end, and Andrea determined to slip some brandy into her sister's coffee, too; there was no reason for Angela to go all shy. Because as soon as their daddy's breakfast was digested, Andrea had a lot of plans for them all, some really swinging ideas that she wanted to see worked out, and even though Angela's reticence was sweet, it might slow up things.
Daddy said, "You girls are really beautiful; I guess I tried not to see your loveliness before, because the more I looked, the more I wanted you, and I couldn't admit that to myself."
Angela blushed, and Andrea said: "It was the same with us, Daddy. I mean, we know you're handsome and sexy, and we resented all those women drooling over you the way they do. But until I wanted you so much that I simply couldn't stand it any more, I couldn't let myself stare at you too long. Mother might see it in my eyes." Reaching across the table, he took her hand. "I'm damned glad you did something about it, Andrea. All my life, I would have been wondering, jealous of every man you went out with. You and Angela-well, you're the most wonderful thing that could ever happen to me, and I know that I'll never be able to get enough of you both. You make me young and eager and horny again."
Shyly, Angela pushed out her own hand, and he took that, too. After a moment, Andrea pulled gently away and got up to fix the coffee and brandy. She used generous amounts in two cups, pouring the brandy with a heavy hand; then she put the same dollop into her cup, also. The coffee was a funny pale color when she served it, but she covered the taste of hers by using two spoons of sugar.
"Here's to love," her daddy said, lifting his cup. "To all we can get and share."
"To us," Andrea answered, and took a swallow of the hot mixture that made her eyes go watery. When she could talk properly, she asked: "Will you be able to lay mother, and show her how much you missed her?"
Her father sipped his laced coffee and grinned wryly. "I've always had a thing for your mother, and even when I'm doing a little playing around on the side, she has a strong pull for me sexually. She's an intense woman, your mother, although you wouldn't figure it from the way she acts. But of course a man gets a little tired of the same woman, the same reactions, no matter how much he cares for her. After so many years of screwing someone, all things fall into a habit pattern, and there's boredom. Some marriages start falling apart about then, but ours hasn't."
Andrea nodded and took another swallow of the potent brandied coffee. "But there's no need for boredom now. You have us, and we have you."
"Oh yes, darling," he answered. "I'm a lucky, lucky man. Such gorgeous little passion flowers. How could any man ever tire of screwing his own twin daughters-especially when they're so lovely and so hot?"
Andrea got up and refilled their cups, half and half. Her head was bouncy from the first drink, but she thought that one more wouldn't hurt. Glancing at her sister, she saw that Angela was looking up at their father and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly under her light robe.
Back at the table, Andrea said, "Mother will go along fine, just fine. Once Brad gets into her, she'll react the same way you did, Dad; I'm sure of it."
"I hope so," her daddy said, "It would be so much better to have it all out in the open, rather than constantly sneaking around."
"You know," Andrea mused over her fragrant cup, "I'd sure like to see you putting that lovely meat to mother. I mean, she's always so reserved and all, it would be nice to watch her shake her tail and get low-down and dirty, like everyone else. It would make her a lot more human."
Her daddy smiled again. "She's plenty human, all right. She's lusty and earthy and likes to screw as well as anybody, but you're right; there's always that feeling that she's holding back." Angela stood up, swaying a little, her eyes bright and her lips parted damply. "Everybody talks so damned much. Aren't we going to do anything?" The brandy had gotten to her twin, Andrea realized, and now she was turned on, ready to swing. Okay then, Andrea thought; so they would swing. She stood up also, and gave her sister her hand. "Come on, baby ... into the living room. Daddy?"
"A step behind you," he said, gulping the rest of his drink and putting down the cup with a rattle.
Andrea led the way to the living room and checked the front door, locking it and pulling the drapes before turning. Her twin stood hesitantly in the center of the room, and their father sat on the big white leather couch. Both of them were waiting for her directions, waiting to follow her lead. She stood erect and as imperiously as her tiny body would allow.
"Angela," she said, "turn on the stereo, and put on some of our groovy albums. Dad, just sit back and dig it."
When Angela completed her task, she came to stand beside her sister, and Andrea whispered to her: "Let's dance for him. When the music gets rolling good, we'll do a slow strip ... you know, like you've seen in the movies, and that should really get it up for him. Then we dance, just the way we always do, but only bare-assed naked."
Angela caught her breath. "And then?"
"Then he has to fuck me, because it's my turn, you know. He can go down on you at the same time, if you want. Like he did with Cindy, while you were riding his cock."
"Okay," Angela breathed. "That was fun, and I guess it will be just as much, on the other end."
"Sure it will," Andrea said, feeling much more experienced and wise. "Come onnow, let's really turn on Daddy."
The music beat about them, hammered around them as they stood before him, on stage and tingling all over with excitement. Andrea began to roll her hips, to shake them as she would on a dance floor, doing her own thing in her own way. She dropped the robe from her shoulders, let it fall only to her breasts, baring her shoulders and the top swelling of her small boobs.
Beside her, Angela was doing something with her robe, opening and closing it, giving only swiftly intimate glances of her nude and gracefully writhing body. Cute, Andrea thought, grinding her pelvis in time to the beat of the hard rock music, really cute. She watched the play of emotions across their daddy's face and saw the kindling of lust there, the beginnings of raw need. Angela dropped her robe to her hips, where the belt held it in place as a skirt.
Andrea did the same, and their boobs were bared for their father's entranced gaze. She could see the lifting of his penis beneath the terry-cloth robe he wore, and wished he would take off the garment and improve the view.
Swaying and rolling their hips, they turned and danced closely, their tits bobbing firmly just inches away from each other, their exposed upper bodies gyrating sensuously. They were high on themselves, on the brandy they'd downed, on the thrill and expectancy of sex.
Dancing, Andrea reached out and fondled her sister's tits, drawing her fingers over the luscious small mounds and rolling the nipples, pinching them lightly and lovingly. She slid very near, her belly touching Angela's now, grinding her crotch into her twin's, playing with her tits.
Angela responded in kind, cupping her boobs, bumping her pelvis, and they held each other's waists as they danced now, hunching it up some, backing away to stare, to insinuate and to provoke. Andrea had almost forgotten that their father was close by and watching.
"Now that's really something!" he said, his voice dry. "My two hot-ass little girls dancing for me ... and for each other, too. Beautiful, beautiful!"
Quickly, Andrea kissed her sister, then turned her head. "Take off your robe, Daddy-and we'll do the same."
Hairy and muscled, his belly heaving with the quickness of his fevered breathing. Clark Farrow slid off his robe and sat spread-legged for them, his huge prong risen stiff and standing tall. His testicles were tremendous, Andrea thought, heavy and swollen as a bull's, filling now with the thick power of his semen.
She stepped out of her robe and showed him her red furred mound, the sleek whiteness of her small, modelled thighs, and by spinning slowly, let his eyes follow the smooth curve of her ass. Angela was following the pattern, sweetly naked, exhibiting all she had.
Their skins glistened, and their heads were thrown back; bellies sucked in, backs arched, they moved in provocative circles, sliding and dipping, grinding their bellies and humping their crotches in a frenzied rhythm. They were sweating with their exertions now, and Andrea thought she could smell a spicy musk rising from her ownnest and that of her sister's. She glanced often at their father, and saw that he was holding his staff in one hand, squeezing down on it. He was ready for them, she thought; he was hard and throbbing and needed to sink that big cock into his daughter's pussy.
She stopped dancing, shook back her damp hair and said to her twin, "Now, Angela!"
Advancing on her father, she said, Daddy ... it's my turn to be fucked, and you haven't gone down on Angela yet. We'd like you to make it with us together."
"Sure," he said, licking his lips. "I'm about to pop off, just watching you two wiggle it around. Just lie down right there, Andrea ... on the rug and on your back. And Angela ... you come over here and sit down, with your legs spread wide, baby. I'll swing with both my lovely daughters. I'll drive my prick up one while I eat the other's sweet little cunt."
Andrea went weak, the words reaching into her vagina and plucking at her clitoris. It was so great when Daddy talked to them like that. Stretched upon the thick carpet beside the white leather couch, she looked up as he stood above her, at the colossus with the hugely jutting cock, at the pendulum swing of the enlarged testicles and the hairy darkness of the cleft between the cheeks of his ass.
He lowered himself gently, slowly and with care, that massive pole held like a battering ram. And he didn't just mount her and begin pumping; oh no; he played with her skin, running his deftly knowing hands all over her quivery flesh, touching her tits and belly, her mound and her thighs, all the while telling her now magnificently she was put together, with what jeweled precision, like the workings of a fine watch.
She felt out and drew her shaking fingertips across the polished and sticky head of her daddy's prick, thrilling to the hot and velvety texture of the glans, to the slippery feel of his pre-seminal fluid. She traced around the enormous head with one finger, following the ridge that ran spongy down to the little puckered softness of loose skin that hid there.
He turned his hand palm up and slid it under the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pelvis and tilting it up toward him, the movement loosening the entrance of her vagina. His thumb stroked her labia, slid up and down over those shivering lips of her ready pussy, feeling her pubic hair, the outer and the inner lips, the wetness that was gathering inside her cunt and spreading out so she could grease his massive prick when it began to enter her body.
Daddy positioned himself, removed his thumb and used his free hand to take hold of his cock. Just at his shoulder, she saw the left leg of her twin sister, slim and rounded just so at the calf, tapering artistically at the ankle. Then she had no time to spare for Angela; Daddy was lowering his body, leaning forward at the knees to aim the blunt end of his leaking prick into the inflamed receptiveness of her willing cunt.
She flinched at its touch, squirmed in delight as its hard softness pushed into the center of her dewy labia, stretching those lips for its hungry entrance. Her daddy's prick; her daddy's wonderful cock-Daddy shoving it into her, all that hot and wonderful prick meat-and it was terrific!
"So tight, baby," he panted as she lifted her feet high. "You're so tight and hot that I can't believe it. Like fucking a virgin every time, only better ... because you sure know how to use this sweet little pussy. Shake it for your daddy, baby. Grind that dainty little ass and make your cunt eat my prick. That's it, darling ... oh yeah, that's it!"
"Daddy!" she gasped, feeling the head of his immense cock slip into her vagina and stroke over her vibrating slit. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Fuck me deep and strong; ram your lovely prick up me, Daddy darling. Stick it up my pussy all the way to the balls."
He gave a long, twisting lunge, and buried the length of his cock into her, filling her vagina and pushing against the entrance to her womb. She was stuffed with his meat, packed with her father's pulsing rod, and she wiggled ecstatically upon it.
Holding on to her ass with both hands now, he drew back and gave her another seemingly endless stroke, and another, and still one more. Andrea's eyes were out of focus, filled with stars, and her lip hurt where it was caught in her teeth. But she didn't want him to let her go, and she certainly didn't want her daddy to stop fucking her. She wanted it to go on forever, so she could feel his locked-in closeness, the male core of his penis and the caressing sack of his balls.
Her head slid back and forth on the carpet, and she noticed that she was bumping something-her sister's foot. With an effort, she made her eyes behave and looked up to see her twin's shaggy mound, the lips red and glistening.
Did her own cunt look like that? No, she thought; it was full, the lips had gone rubbery and expanded to hold the big prick that was moving within their loving grasp. She wiggled on it, and watched her daddy turn his head, saw him reach with one hand to take Angela's thigh while his face dipped toward her belly.
He was going to do it; Daddy was about to go down on her sister while his cock thrust and re coiled within the tight confines of Andrea's pussy. Moving close, he licked at Angela's shivering belly, darting the tip of his wet tongue into her tiny navel and sliding down to taste the humid curlings of her pubic hair. Angela took his head between her small hands and made a hiking movement of her ass that pushed her crotch right up at him, and suddenly, hungrily, their father's face was shoved deeply into one daughter's cunt while his prick was hilt-solid into the other daughter's vagina.
Oh, Andrea thought as she heard a faint moan escape her twin's lips; this was it, man; it was multiple and so adding much to the intimacy. She ground her cunt on her daddy's mammoth prick and stared at the way he was eating her sister's eager pussy, at the passing in and out of his agile tongue.
Angela moaned. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy! You wonderful man-my little pussy is on fire, and I'm going out of my mind. Oh-ahh, darling Daddy; you're really, truly doing it: you're eating your little girl's pussy-and I love it, love it!"
"Me, too," Andrea said through clenched teeth, meeting her father stroke for stroke. "I love it, too ... this big cock is terrific, fantastic! Oh Dad, fuck me, fuck me...."
He drove it up her clenching vagina, rammed the swollen head of his hard cock home with a fierceness that told her how he was revelling in the moist sheathing of her cunt, and she enjoyed the pounding that was shaking her from head to foot. Andrea's head bounced on the carpet, and she tried to get her flailing legs completely around her father's waist, but they weren't long enough, so she just raked his back with her heels.
Angela's eyes were wild, and her mouth was twisting. Andrea stared up, seeing her sister writhe and hunch her pussy into their daddy's face. Angela was far out, her inhibitions loosed by the brandy she'd had, turned onnow by this vividly compelling sensual triangle and not giving a damn about anything except the heaving sensations she was receiving.
"Go!" Angela said savagely, and drove at his face with a surge of her cunt. "Eat me, Daddy-eat me up and swallow me down. You're sweet and handsome and my daddy, but you're also a cunt sucker, so eat it-EAT IT!"
Andrea thrust strongly in return, and they had him between them, punishing his cock, his mouth; they ripped at him with their hands and thighs and with the churning of their cunts. They beat him and banged him, and yet they loved him the more for it all, because he was still Daddy and they were his little girls. But they were also his bitches, his asses, and they fucked him furiously to prove themselves, fucked his driving prick and his gobbling mouth.
Angela came with a high-pitched and wordless shriek, wheeling her ass and bucking so violently against his face that Andrea thought Daddy might be hurt. But just then, he loosed such a fountain of semen within her suctioning vagina that her entire being was flooded with the hot bursting.
She pumped with it, rode her father's cock madly in the spitting, fluid eruption that turned her slippery inside and out, that bathed her womb and the rippling walls of her vagina in man juice. Her own orgasm built rapidly as Daddy's staff grew still, except for the tiny jerks of its bulbous head still spitting little blobs of come into her.
"Coming!" she cried out. "Oh Daddy-Angela-I'm coming, coming, and it's marvelous-oooo-hhhh-oh lord, oh Daddy!"
Gasping for air, her tits heaving and her ass flipping from side to side as her pussy wrung itself upon her father's prong, Andrea tried to hold onto the pinwheeling brightness of her climax, but slowly, nicely, exquisitely, it began to slip away, and she lay back in the ensuing limpness to feel the seeping of their mixed fluids out around his embedded prick and down the insides of her thighs to puddle in the crack of her uptilted ass.
"Damn," he said from somewhere far in the pink clouds above her, "but that was wonderful, girls. I've never known anything like it, and I'm just crazy with love for both of you."
When he started to back his hard cock out of her slit, Andrea resisted, holding to him and giving small, eager humps of her crotch, but it slid away, making a slopping noise.
When she sat up, Daddy was on the couch, his greasy dick shining and huge, sticking up and out in front of him. He was kissing her sister and fondling Angela's tits, and from time to time Angela would reach out an exploring hand to feel over the milky surface of his cock.
Andrea climbed up, thrilling to the hot tingles of leftover orgasm within her labia, and liking the further slide of semen down her thighs. But she used a paper bar towel to pat herself dry, and straightened to get the materials for a pitcher of martinis. Daddy would need some strength, she thought, some additional fuel to keep him going, at least until lunch time.
"Come and get it," she called, and rattled the ice cubes.
They came to the bar stools, walking hand in hand, his long prick still erect, and her little tits bobbing appealingly.
"To the first round," Andrea grinned, pouring drinks. "I just hope you can hold out, Daddy."
He grinned back at her. "I'll make it, baby. What else did you have in mind?"
Andrea took a long swallow of her martini. "Well, I was thinking of us doing something real nice for you. I don't know yet exactly how we'll work it, but I imagine we'll manage. I want Angela to help me eat you."
Daddy said, "Why not? I'm yours to command; my hot little girls can do anything they want to me." Andrea looked at her sister, and Angela nodded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Andrea was very excited, because she was taking a new step. The gin was hot within her, and she felt a drive to be the best at what she was going to try; she wanted to give her daddy the best blow job he had ever known.
Kneeling between her father's knees and staring across at his waiting prick, she also realized that she didn't know how to give head. "Daddy," she said solemnly, "you may have to tell me what to do, or guide me if I'm not going about it right. I want to make you very happy."
He touched her hair with a gentle hand. "You will, baby; I'm sure you will. Just do whatever comes naturally; use your lips and tongue, chew and suck."
Angela waited close behind her, one hand on her father's knee, one on her sister's shoulder. "Go ahead, Andrea ... try it, and I'll join in any time you want."
Andrea slid closer on her knees, until his balls were touching her chest and his upright prick was nudging her boobs. Lifting her hands she placed her palms against each tit, and maneuvered until his staff was between them before squeezing them down upon it. She massaged his cock that way for awhile, dipping her face only slightly so that she could kiss the sticky tip of it.
Its taste was strange, different; there was a male, musky flavor, an animal pungency that stimulated Andrea even more. Letting go of her tits, she used her fingers to lift his balls, to feel over the round, throbbing staff. Monstrous and yet beguiling, her daddy's penis held an intense attraction for her, and Andrea paid homage to the compulsion, stroking and handling it, caressing the spongy head with its hidden core of steel.
Her tongue eased out and touched swiftly, lightly upon the blunt end of the glans. Good, she thought; very good, because her daddy flinched at the sensation she gave him then. She licked him again, and yet again, curling the warm dampness of her tongue around and about the head of his pulsing cock, tracing the flange that encircled it, sliding down along the ridge that ran the length of it, finding the throbbing arteries and the hair on his balls.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, running his hands over her hair. "Oh my darling girl, you're driving me crazy."
"Here, Daddy," she said, and slid her lips back up the shaft to the knob of his penis, "here, my lover."
Opening her lips wide, she plunged her mouth down over the head of it, raking the edges of her teeth gently over the velvety bulge as she drew it inside. The head of his prick filled her mouth, pushing down against her tongue and up against the roof of her mouth. Andrea began to lick at it, to nibble upon the tip, and when her hand cupped his balls, she started to suck, to pull at her daddy's cock while fondling his testicles.
Suddenly she lifted her head, drew her mouth away from the prick that was beginning to make little eager thrusts inside her lips. "You'd better come down here on the floor, daddy; it will be better if you can lie down on your back, so we can both work on you."
They made room for him, and there he was, spread before them like the sensual feast he really was, his huge penis jutting up like a shining beacon. Andrea said across it to her sister: "We can lick him together, and bite on him some, and just play with him every way we can think of. Come on, sis ... let's make him wiggle and moan."
Angela's red head dipped in, and they were crouched over his belly, their hands playing tricks with his balls and the cheeks of his ass, doing provocative things to his belly and to his thighs, touching the trunk of his cock, the vibrant knob of it.
Then, noses sometimes meeting, they began to lick him, two slippery tongues sliding over his glans, down his shaft, around his rod and back up again. He was squirming, hunching tenderly at them, and his big hands dug into the carpet. Andrea licked more, shivering whenever her tongue brushed her sister's avid tongue, and rubbing the hardened nipples of her aching tits across her father's groin.
"It ... it's great," Angela murmured. "Can I take him in my mouth now?"
"Just for a little while," Andrea said, "just for practice, because I want him to come in my mouth this time. But go ahead, see how he tastes, and I'll keep teasing him with my tongue while you suck on him."
She watched her sister's pink lips close over the head of their daddy's cock, saw him shudder as the girl started to nip and lick and to suck on him. Then Andrea was doing her own thing, siphoning the hairy, wrinkled sack of his balls up into her open mouth. While Angela slid her head up and down on his cockhead, Andrea sucked on his testicles, grinding her teeth lightly over them.
"Oh lord! Girls, girls ... I can't stand it much longer! Two of you eating on my prick ... my two sweet daughters sucking my cock and chewing my balls ... it's marvelous, girls...."
"Ummm," Angela said around his glans, and Andrea let his balls slide out of her lips to nudge her sister away from the prick proper. She had a suspicion that their father was fairly close to coming, and she didn't want to miss that first superb explosion of his semen. Angela could have her turn later. Quickly locking her mouth over the quivering bulb, Andrea sucked hard, holding her fingers clamped around the shaft just below the head. Her tongue bathed and tickled, and her teeth chewed; the insides of her cheeks dipped in to fondle his cock, and then he was thrusting it far back into her throat, so far that she was afraid she might gag on it.
But she fought down that reaction, and gobbled her daddy's prick as he fed it powerfully up into her mouth, along her cheeks, partially down her throat. She felt the lunge of semen in her clenching fingers first, before it raced so strongly past and up into the flexing bulb in her mouth.
The orgasm geysered its fluid love into her mouth, down her throat in a choking wave of thick and creamy semen, so that she was forced to swallow in order to breathe. The taste was feral, spicy and tart, fragrant and sweet, an overlapping of flavors such as she had never before experienced. It was good, and she thirstily drew more of it from the spigot, sucked more of the rich lava down into her stomach, pulling noisily upon the inimitable prick that was the fount of all sexiness for her.
Dimly, she was aware that her sister's mouth was working against her own, that Angela was lapping the shaft and playing with their father's testicles as he continued to come, although now in lessening spurts. Andrea sucked him until he was dry, moaning happily around his prick, devouring him and draining his semen so that she could drink and digest it, in that fashion keeping a part of him forever as a part of her.
At last she leaned up and away from his prick, leaving it standing in a slightly tired and bent position. Licking the last dampness of his ejaculation from her lips, she smiled down at him. "Was it good, Daddy? Did I do a good job of sucking you off?"
His voice was strained, fuzzy, warm. "Perfect, my darling. Your mother never ate it any better, and I thought she was about the best there is. Andrea-Angela-my adorable girls, I thank you for your love."
"Oh Daddy," Angela whispered, "we thank you. It's so much fun to be able to play with you as if you were a real live doll, and we can do anything to you."
His eyes closed slowly, and his lashes rested upon his cheeks. "You can, Angela; you can." Andrea touched her sister's arm. "Come on; he has to rest awhile. Making all that semen takes a lot out of Daddy. We'll finish the martinis and make a good, filling lunch for him. He'll be ready to go again later."
Angela got up frowning. "But I'm ready now. Men are weaker than women, I guess."
"I'm ready, too," Andrea said, "but that's how it is: women can fuck a lot more than men, because they don't lose all their strength when they come."
"I get wetter inside," Angela said as they moved away from the couch and the supine figure sprawled beside it on the rug.
"That's different, silly," Andrea said. "That's just oils to help a prick slide better, but a man shoots out big wads of semen, and it takes time for his balls to manufacture some more."
Angela made a face over her drink. "Maybe girls have it better. Do you want to-to try it on each other, Andrea?"
"Going down, you mean?" Andrea took a gulp of her martini.
"We were just about to, last night," Angela reminded her. "It will be more thrilling than just sticking fingers up our cunts and masturbating each other. I'll bet you thought of it when we were tongue kissing last night in bed, just like I did."
"Okay," Andrea admitted, "but doing it with another girl...."
"Oh, come on," her sister said, finishing her drink. "I'm supposed to be the bashful one, not you. Are you scared to try?"
Andrea shook her head. "Not a damned bit. I was thinking of Dad, but he's asleep now. And even if he does wake up, I don't think he'll mind what we're doing. Did you hear what he said about mother going down on him, eating his cock?"
"Yes; I can't picture her doing it. That must mean he does it back to her, too. He sure knows how to make a girl come with his mouth, and I guess he had plenty of practice on Mom."
"And other women," Andrea said. "You know he's been screwing other women. Come on, then; let's go over on the couch-and try to be quiet. Daddy needs his rest, if he's going to fuck us any more today."
They lay in each other's arms, flesh gone ultra sensitive at the thought of what they were about to try, skin tingling when brushed. Andrea kissed her sister's throat, her ear, and knew the feeling of small, soft hands sliding all over her body as Angela began to fondle, to pinch and to tease.
Angela's small ass was tight, only traces of moisture remaining to show where her father's mouth had drawn juices from her diminutive cunt. Andrea caressed it, and drew her mouth down to her sister's tits, moving from one rigid nipple to the other, nipping and sucking in a preliminary to the real thing.
They squirmed together, grinding their damp mounds, humping a little in fucking strokes that moved pussy against pussy and turned them on. When their mouths met, their tongues went wild and their teeth raked, their lips writhed and crushed, and suddenly they were straining violently to each other.
"N-now!" Angela gasped, "Let's turn around now, sis."
They swapped ends, Andrea actually remaining where she was, and her sister spinning upon the axis of her tender belly to place her head down where her feet had been. The movement presented her cunt to Andrea's face, and Andrea looked up into its intriguing shape and charming hairiness, into her sister's pussy, directly up into those slightly gaping lips.
There was dew upon the pink labia, and as Angela lowered her scarlet furred crotch toward her sister's face, Andrea reached up and took hold of the dainty buttocks, then went gladly with her mouth to meet this new and exciting challenge.
Angela's mouth touched her cunt lips at the same moment, and a mad sensation broke through Andrea's vagina. She shoved her mouth against Angela's slick labia, and it was suddenly all right.
There was the sexy flavor, the attar of love, the spice of Angela's inner tissues, a distillation of what and who she was. It was sweet, and sticky, and the best thing ever. Andrea went into the fleshy folds of her twin's pussy lips, thrust her tongue deep and felt around inside the satiny clinging of the vaginal walls.
Angela wiggled and moaned, and there was something wonderful she was doing to Andrea's cunt, too. Women best knew where women liked to be eaten, Andrea thought. Daddy was good at it, but another girl was even better.
Thrill after thrill shot through Andrea's cunt as her twin sucked it. She concentrated upon giving as good as she got, and found her nose often entirely buried by the spasmed lurching of Angela's steaming crotch. She found her sister's clit, and pushed hard against it with her tongue, let it spring back out once more, and sucked it into her lips, against her teeth. She wished that Angela's clitoris was longer and thicker, so that she could chew on it, roll it between her teeth.
Her own lower body was surging, lifting her mound into her sister's eager mouth, and the suction being applied there was a whirlpool that was dragging Andrea down and down into the boiling depths of her own soul. Furry and slippery things were there, and the same squirmy, silken haired things were against her teeth. She ate of them and drank of them, while Angela in turn softly devoured her.
Lifting her dripping face, Angela cried out. "Oh my darling-my wonderful sister! Ahh, Andrea-eat me and love me, as I do you!"
Andrea turned aside from the encompassing pliant covering of cunt long enough to say, "Of course, baby-of course!" Then she plunged her face back into that loving froth, sucking and swallowing, and working over Angela's little pulsing clit until her twin heaved with a wild and twisting motion that smeared pussy juice all over Andrea's cheeks and chin, that made her forehead and her throat sticky.
She felt something vibrate inside her own cunt, against her own tantalized clitoris, and realized that Angela was trying to shout something, but her voice was muffled from being enclosed in a vagina.
Coming suddenly and in a frenzy, Andrea slammed her cunt up into her sister's willing mouth and swivelled it there, humping and bucking, her anus drawn tight in the throes of her climax. Oh, it was good, good, and spread from her clit in ever widening concentric circles, bringing happiness to every part of her body, bringing nirvana to the farthest corners of her fevered mind.
Angela was grinding, too, and clawing at Andrea's ass, so the orgasm was almost a mutual one. Shuddering and digging her nails into the softness of Andrea's buttocks, Angela got her nuts and tore her mouth away from her sister's wet cunt to shriek out her rapture.
There was a tide that rocked Andrea, that turned her slowly and with adoration in the warm salt of its belly. She rode with it, dipped below in the dark devotion and rose upon the wave crest of sentiment. The sea was her cradle, and its motion made her sleepy. She snuggled into the safety of its seaweed, into the hairy cave that would always worship and hide her when she wanted to find her secret place.
It was some time later that she came slowly awake, and by then her face was gone from between her sister's thighs. She looked around, and saw Angela turned up on one side, her cheek pillowed upon one arm and sleeping soundly.
Smiling, Andrea sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, arching her back to take a cramp out of it. Her father was still zonked out on the big couch, his cock soft and lying to one side, his hairy chest rising and falling with the deep rhythm of his breathing.
She felt alive and rested; she felt wise and much older, not as old as her mother, perhaps, but mature and knowing. Was there much more to sex, to balling, than she had already learned? Perhaps; there were surely other combinations that an imaginative trio could get themselves into, and there were no doubt a few tricks that more experienced swingers could teach her. But for now, she knew she could hold her own, that she could give a magnificent amount of pleasure, and take back just that much bliss of her own.
Andrea Farrow had grown up this weekend.
CHAPTER NINE
"You all look as if you'd been run through the washer," Diane Farrow said. "Not the clothes washer-the dish washer. Was the party all that successful? I don't see any ruins, except you three."
Dutifully holding up her cheek to be kissed, Andrea said, "Oh, die party was great. We cleaned up after."
Her mother pecked her cheekbone, then repeated the gesture with Angela, saying: "I'm really sorry we couldn't have been here for your birthday, kittens ... but Granny was so sick, and you know how far she lives from any civilized airport, so your brother simply had to drive me." Diane paused and made a point of not looking at her husband before adding, "Since your father wouldn't."
Clark got his kiss on the cheek in turn. He said, "Someone had to be here for the twins' birthday party, and you know it. We had a fine time, too. Didn't we, kids?"
Angela muttered something, and Andrea had to turn quickly away before she exploded into giggles. They sure as hell had a fine time, and they looked all wrung out because of it; they were fucked out and sucked out, and only a hour or so from sleeping three to the bed.
"Oh," Daddy added as an afterthought, "and little Cindy was asking about you, son. You remember Cindy Baker?"
"Yeah," Brad said, looking puzzled, "but how come she was asking about me? I mean, she never gave me the time of day before."
"She will now, I should think," her father said. Angela stifled a giggle and Andrea elbowed her in the ribs to keep her quiet. Brad glanced suspiciously at them, but Andrea led her twin away. In their own room, she said, "Oh wow! Did you see all that snow queen bit of Mother's? And Daddy, dropping all those heavy hints. I thought I was going to blow up."
"Me, too," Angela said, giving in to a fit of giggling. She sat on the bed and leaned back on her elbows, looking very demure in a simple dress and tennies. "We really need a break, but I guess Dad will have to get nearly smashed, so he can make it with Mother tonight."
"I guess," Andrea agreed. "You know, I looked at Mother when she came in; I mean really looked at her. She is really beautiful."
"Cold, though," Angela answered. "If Daddy hadn't told us about how she screws and how they go down on each other, I wouldn't think she had any passion in all that gorgeous body." Andrea sat down, too, and put a hand on her twin's glossy knee. "Mom is so blonde and all; we must get our coloring from Granny, because Dad has brown hair. I'll bet Mother's pubic hair is darker than that on her head, though."
Angela looked thoughtful. "Do you think he'll screw her tonight? Will he have the strength? I mean, after what we did to him...."
"He'll manage," Andrea decided. "Or else he'll get so drunk he can fall asleep without her wondering why he isn't interested in swinging with her after they've been separated."
"Maybe we could get into her closet and see what goes on." Angela moved her knee under Andrea's hand.
"No way," Andrea said. "We don't even know if they keep the light on. We'll talk to Daddy, and get him to set it up for us, though. Did you call Cindy?"
Angela nodded. "Right away. Did you see how surprised our brother was to hear about her?"
"He's got a couple of other shocks coming; like being raped, for one. I know Cindy had to practically chain herself to stay home yesterday and give us a day alone with Daddy. So she'll be hot to trot by now. Little Brad is going to get a real screwing."
Lying back, Angela put her hands beneath her neck and looked up at the ceiling. "Do you think he knows how to fuck? He could be a big disappointment, after screwing Daddy-for Cindy and us, also. I know you and I have to screw him, and maybe it will be a lot of fun. But what if he doesn't know how?"
"He will after Cindy gets through with him. She's liable to fuck him inside out, especially after we tell her how we balled with Daddy."
Angela asked, "Are you going to tell her about you and me going down on each other, playing sixty-nine?"
"Don't you want me to? Cindy's in on everything else; she might as well be a part of that. But if you don't want her to know . .
Angela shrugged and slid her knee under Andrea's hand. "I don't mind, but I don't think I'll dig eating her pussy-or anyone's, except yours, Andrea. I love you, and I love your sweet little pussy."
Andrea stroked the knee, moved her hand up so that she was fingering along her sister's sleek thigh. "How about Mom's? Would you go down on her, if you got the chance?"
"I-I don't know; I can't picture Mom doing anything-not screwing or taking Daddy's cock or kissing the head of it for him. She's always been so standoffish, so hard to get to. I'm not even sure she'll have anything to do with Brad, or if our baby brother will get up the nerve to try her."
"We'll have to make sure of that, with Daddy's help. He can get her smashed one night soon, and if she's almost passed out, Brad can sneak in and slip the prick to her before she knows who it is. If all Dad says about her being a passionate woman once the meat is in is true, then she'll just have to fuck baby brother back. If we all have to hold her down so Brad can get it into her pussy, then that's how it will have to be. We can't let everything get screwed up again, now that we have it going our way-and Dad's way."
Angela shivered a little, and Andrea reached up to comfort her sister by stroking the magic softness of her mound, caressing it as it lay trapped behind the prison of nylon panties. Angela said quietly, "I'm kind of scared about Mother. I was frightened before Dad screwed me, too-but it was different, once he got that big cock into me, and after he ate my pussy, I didn't care if the world ended. But that's all sort of far away right now, and I'm scared about Mom, aren't you?"
"Some," Andrea admitted, slipping one finger under the crotch of the panties so it could play with the tender labia. "I'd be more spooky if Dad hadn't said what a good lay she is, and how hot she can get. Like you, I can't quite see her swinging wild and crazy, but we have to believe she does. We can make it all work, if she can be made to go as cock crazy as we are."
Angela sighed and opened her thighs wider. "I just worry. Ohhh, darling-that feels so good. Let's go take a shower together. We've never done it in the shower."
"Let's," Andrea agreed. "But keep down the noise; remember that Mom's home now, and Brad."
They shucked off their dresses and into robes, tickling each other in passing, but not getting serious until they were in their bathroom with the door locked. Then they dropped the robes and pressed their naked bodies warmly together, hold-a long and lascivious kiss until they had to come up for air. .
"It feels much sneakier now," Andrea said. "It's better out in the open, with Daddy watching every wiggle we make, and maybe petting our asses or kissing a tit, like he did last night."
"I know what you mean," Angela said, "but until Mom is swinging with us, what can we do? Come on, darling-into the shower, so I can lather you up-and down."
Andrea laughed. "You're turning into a voluptuous little bitch, you know."
"I know, and ain't it great?" She had the soap in her hands, and when the shower was adjusted, began to make slide foam all over Andrea's body, lingering over her tits and the bubbly forest of her crotch.
When Andrea was slippery and heated up, she worked her hands over Angela, sliding over the small but perfectly shaped boobs and fondling the soapy, yielding mound with its wet curls. They caressed each other's bodies awhile, wiggling and moaning softly at the teasing of cunt and tits, then stepped under the down pour of water and kissed while it washed away the foaming bubbles.
Andrea meant to get down on her knees and thrust her face into her twin's adorable little snatch, but they got to slipping fingers into each other's cunts, and the first thing she knew, they were really finger fucking, undulated and spiralling with pussy and belly and the clenching of ass. They came at about the same millisecond, gyrating and clinging tightly together while the clean hot water poured down over their interlocked bodies.
"Oh hell," Angela complained when they climbed from the shower stall to dry themselves. "Not that it wasn't good, but I wanted to eat you, and to be eaten."
Andrea nodded. "I know; I meant to, but we got going just a little too good. We're going to have to be careful about that."
"Yes-and about taking our pills, too. You check up on me and I'll see that you take yours. I mean, fucking Daddy and maybe Brad is fun, but who wants babies?"
"Nobody. Come on, Angela-aren't you tired?"
"Teeth and mouthwash, darling; you, too. Hey: do you think that Daddy maybe has his cock in her by now?"
Andrea scrubbed at her teeth, and said around the brush, "Damn! I'd like to see it."
"Soon," Angela soothed. "Soon, I'll bet."
Cindy Baker was there for breakfast, cute and saucy in a sun suit that barely held in what she had to offer. Three pounds more, Andrea thought, and her buttons would go off like popcorn. She glanced at her mother, and saw her eyeing Cindy disapprovingly, but then, Mother had never been too fond of Cindy in the past.
Brad seemed puzzled at the attention Cindy paid him, but after breakfast he had expanded his chest and walked straighter than Andrea had ever seen him, and he took Cindy out to sit by the pool until it was safe for them to go swimming.
Andrea and Angela helped put the dishes into the washer, and tidied up the kitchen without being asked. Their father drooped out to the patio and took up a position on the lounge, a towel over his eyes. Andrea sneaked looks at her mother, as if she could tell what Daddy had done with her last night, just by the way her mother walked, or something equally as silly.
Mom was lovely, she decided, if you put aside that chilly attitude and the stiff way she seemed to hold herself in. She was much taller than her daughters, with high, full breasts and nipples the size of small plums; they showed through the thin and lacey bra her mother habitually wore.
And her legs-long and sleek, tapered just so from the smooth joining of thigh to hip, down to fragile appearing ankles below the rounded calves. Legs that long could easily be wrapped all the way around the small of a man's back, and be crossed at the ankles to hold him deep, Andrea thought.
Her mother turned, and Andrea admired the special artistry of the ass, the svelte lines of the modelled but good sized buttocks. The cleft was smooth, and Andrea found herself wondering if her daddy got a good grip on them with both hands while he pumped that massive prick in and out of Mom's blistering slot.
The idea made her hot, and Andrea took her sister by the hand. "Anything else for us to do, Mom?"
"Not now. I'll go vacuum the playroom...."
"We did that yesterday," Angela chimed in. "In fact, we went over the whole downstairs. How about forgetting the house and coming swimming with us?"
"In a while," their mother answered: "I have to make some phone calls right now, but I'll be along later. Maybe you two had better go rescue your younger brother from the clutches of that teenage Delilah."
Outside at the pool's edge, Andrea looked at her brother floating so close to Cindy Baker, and said quietly, "She isn't cutting his hair, but she sure as hell has got him by it-his pubic hair, that is."
"I see," Angela said, "and so will Mom, if they don't cut that out."
Andrea walked over and squatted downnear the bobbing heads, "Hey you guys-why don't you go make it in the playroom? Mom won't be going in there if you keep it quiet. The drapes are still drawn, and there's the big couch . .
Wetly, Cindy looked up and grinned. "Yeah, there's that good old couch. Come on, Brad."
His eyes were a study in wonder as he stared up at his sister. "Andrea-you mean-"
"Hurry up, in case Mom doesn't spend too long on the phone. I mean if you want to screw Cindy, now is the time to show her you studied all those dirty books real well."
Cindy bounced out of the water with her round tits jiggling and held down a hand to the shocked Brad. "You'll have to show me your dirty books, lover. But meanwhile, a bush in the hand is worth a dozen in print, or something like that." Andrea watched them hurry into the playroom, and knew that another step in the plan was underway.
CHAPTER TEN
Since Diane Farrow hadn't yet come out of the house, her daughters took turns acting as lookout for the activity in the playroom-and as look-ons. They were putting on quite a show, Cindy and Brad, quite unintentionally, as they were well wrapped up in themselves.
Andrea eased into the darkened room where she had watched her father stick the meat to Cindy, and then to Angela, never knowing that the cunts had been changed on him. Now she was watching her girlfriend get screwed again, only this time by her brother Brad.
They were stripped down, their swim suits close at hand in case they had to grab for them. Peering through the dimness, Andrea saw Cindy's naked body glowing, the solid tits with their nipples sticking up, the flat belly tapering to a mound thick with curly black hair.
And she saw her brother, nude and kneeling between Cindy's slim legs with his cock in one hand. Brad's prick was nowhere near as large as his father's massive tool, and she got a good look at it while he was busy playing with Cindy's torrid cunt. It was long and thin, an almost skinny cock when compared to Daddy's, but with an interesting knob on it, and it seemed as if it would be rock-hard to the touch.
"You're really beautiful, Cindy," he said, his voice all scratchy and funny. "What a gorgeous box you have; I really dig black hair."
"Ummm," Cindy said and squirmed under the probing of his hand, her legs coiling and uncoiling in slow and enticing movements. "Come on, Brad baby-put it to me; I need a prick bad."
Andrea caught her breath when her brother slid forward and used one hand to guide the knob of his ready cock into the shiny dark fur of Cindy's pussy. Cindy wiggled it for him, twisted to set the head of his impatient prick into the opening of her dewy labia.
As Andrea watched entranced, her brother gave a hunch and lowered his body atop the girl. His long, slim cock slid smoothly and easily into Cindy's snatch, and his balls came to rest in the lifted crack of her ass. He slid one arm around her neck and one around her waist. Nothing fancy in his approach or his position, Andrea thought, but he was sure getting it on.
Cindy hiked her ass and threw up her legs, rolling back upon her shoulders, so that her vagina opened fully for him, so that she could take every driving inch of his young, rigid prick. And Brad gave it all to her, drawing his ass back to bring the head of it nearly out of the clinging pussy lips, then slamming it home with a lunge that jolted Cindy's body from one end to the other.
"Oh! Oh yeah, baby! Sock it to me, drive it up my cunt, man-feed me all that good prick, all the way to your balls."
Grunting his pleasure, Brad Farrow rocked it deep, seesawed his busy cock back and forth into the steaming pussy it was thrilling so much. It made sloshing noises, gloopy noises, and Andrea felt her own passion rising as she watched her brother fuck her girlfriend.
Her nipples hardened and she knew that her mound was turning damp with yearning. Staring at their brother, she now saw him in an altogether different light. He was a real person, a male, a stud, a lover. He was a young man who was cramming his cock into Cindy Baker's flexing cunt, and making her wiggle with joy, making her moan and gasp and shake her ass.
Brad was a hearty, strong screwer, she saw; he could really lay the meat in there. He pumped it to Cindy until she threw her legs wide with her toes pointing right up to the ceiling and ripped at his back with clawed fingers.
"C-coming!" Cindy hissed. "Oh, oh-you stiff pricked lover boy, I'm coming! Put it to me!" Andrea clamped a hand between her own thighs and held on. It was too much, standing close by and watching others fuck, and not being able to get in on the action herself. But she would, she thought; she would soon get to know the feel and frenzy of her brother's cock, just as she had learned the shape and size of her daddy's. It would be fun, comparing their styles. Men did it differently, she knew; she'd had that much experience.
And she also knew already that fucking was a lot better when it was with someone very close to her-Daddy and Angela, and pretty soonnow, her brother Brad. There would be others in her future; she realized that, but she would always be allowed to come back to her first loves, to always share in their sexual love. After she was married, as she would be some day, she would still lay her daddy and her brother, and make love to her sister.
Her eyes widened as she saw Brad give a final long lunge and his balls leap upward in the actions she had come to know meant he was shooting his come. He trembled all over, and his legs stiffened out as he squeezed the girl's twisting body very close and pumped his creamy semen deep into her cunt.
Nice, Andrea murmured to herself, very nice. But she suddenly realized that they couldn't stay there for very much longer, that there was now a distinct possibility her mother would come nosing around, especially if she heard some strange sounds. Andrea walked right up to them where they lay entwined up the couch.
"Hey, you guys-that was really great, but you'd better break it up now. Cindy's going to stay over, so you can swing some more tonight, after everybody's asleep."
Brad lifted his head and his eyes were stunned. "Andrea? What the hell have you being doing ... watching us?"
She laughed and ran a fingernail down his back, beginning between his shoulder blades and tracing a line down to the fuzzy cleft between the cheeks of his ass. "Sure, I watched, and your other sister stuck her head in for a look, too. We're all in on it, Brad-Angela and me and Cindy."
Something warned her not to push too fast, so she didn't tell him about their father; not yet. Time enough for that after he got adjusted to the idea of fucking his sisters. She hoped he had plenty of stamina, because he was going to need it. "Get with it, Brad, Cindy," she warned. "Put on your suits and slide out to the pool, but don't let mother catch you coming out of the playroom. She thinks it's deserted, and you know how she gets uptight whenever there's even a hint of screwing around."
Cindy gave a practiced wiggle that snaked her body right out from beneath his, and Andrea saw the wet gleaming of her brother's prick, the reddened glans and the seepage yet oozing from its little mouth.
"I know, I know," Cindy said, reaching for her swim suit. "Mrs. Farrow always looks at me as if I'm going to grab one of her men and fall down on the floor with him, fucking before we hit."
"Well," Andrea laughed, "wouldn't you?"
She left them to get it together, and slipped out of the playroom through the archway, standing awhile at the bushes to check the patio and see if her mother had come out of the house as yet. Daddy was napping, the towel over his face, and Andrea ran appreciative eyes over his body, lingering at the trunks where she could make out the soft bulge of his sex organs. She knew about them, was familiar with them-balls and prick alike; she even knew their flavors and the richness of the semen. No more peeping and wondering how it would be to screw her father, to have him go down on her with that educated mouth. Now she knew, and she would do anything to keep him as her lover.
Andrea moved onto the patio and was spreading a towel to lie on, when her mother came from the house. Diane Farrow moved well, with a regal stride that was both lithe and contained, holding barely a hint of the sensuousness her husband liked.
Head high, perfectly coiffed, her golden head held high as a thoroughbred, she walked to the lounge and looked down at her husband with those sea green eyes that could turn icy. Seeing her mother near to her and to the reality of having been laid by her father, Andrea got scared again.
She applied suntan lotion liberally to her arms and legs, and wondered if her mom had ever fucked another man, or if she had been a cherry when she married Clark Farrow. Her mother was-Andrea pursed her lips in thought and handed the suntan bottle to her sister so Angela could do her back-Mom must be all of thirty-five years old, and back when she was a girl, everybody used to place great value on virginity.
As her sister slid oily hands over her back, Andrea made a face. Virginity was only a bother, and a big hassle for guys.
Mom took trips away from home kind of often, Andrea thought; she might be swinging then. But this time Brad had gone with her. Was it even faintly possible that Brad was already laying their mother?
Turning her head, Andrea watched her mother standing by the pool, saw the big, high tits and the trim ass with the long, sensuous legs, and thought that if she was a boy, she'd sure be trying to get into that. Even though Mom looked and acted cold, there was Daddy's word for it that she was a hot piece of ass.
No, she decided, as her mother dove cleanly into the water and began making laps of the pool with her long, smooth strokes; Brad was too juvenile, despite his collection of dirty books. Look how shocked he'd been when he discovered that she had been watching him put his meat to Cindy. He would never have the nerve to try and break through that forbidding exterior in order to sample the sweet juices beneath his mother's surface.
They would have to do everything-she and the others-to set up the seduction for Brad so he could fuck his mother. And if Mom was on one of her abstinence kicks, the situation might be considerably tougher. It would be much easier if she would get crocked and reach the point of just about passing out. Once Brad's hard young prick was in her, buried to the balls, she would probably fuck him silly and be glad of the chance they had all combined forces to give her.
"Do my back now," Angela said, and gave her the bottle of lotion.
Sliding her greasy hands over her sister's lovely back, Andrea thought that the sooner they managed to get her mother laid, the better. The sneaking around she and Angela would have to do would only get them caught in an unpleasant uproar, but they couldn't not make it with their father. And now there would also be Brad to consider, to exchange between herself and her sister-and Cindy Baker, of course.
She grinned, thinking that her brother was also going to need help, and she pictured their daddy pitching in. But that meant their mother had to be in on it, or everything would just fall through. Tonight then; it damned well had to be tonight, early evening if they could possibly work it out. Any more delay would put them all in too much of a mental and sexual strain.
She stopped rubbing Angela's back, and pulled her down on the towels, so they could lie on their bellies and whisper to each other. Across the patio, Angela saw her brother come slowly around the bushes, and caught only a quick glimpse of Cindy as she made it to the kitchen, from which she would emerge casually and far apart from Brad.
Subterfuge and phoniness; trickery and sneakery; that wasn't how things should work. It ought to be up front and completely honest, the way things were beginning to be with Daddy and Angela and herself. They had to make it work just as well with mother and Brad, or it wouldn't hang together for very long. There would be jealousy and lies, and the final blowup.
Her mother came dripping out of the pool, her golden hair plastered to her head and down her neck, her pink swim suit modeling every lush curve of her opulent body. Andrea stared and looked quickly away, thinking that if ever any woman was built for fucking, it was her mom.
"You kids are looking well," Mom said above them, "even if a bit dragged out. Have you been eating properly?"
Andrea hid her face in the crook of her arm and answered: "Oh yes, mother. In fact, we've been eating some things that we never tasted before." Angela throttled a giggle, and their mother passed on to the couch to sit and place her wet hip against her husband's leg. Clark Farrow mumbled and stirred. His wife put one hand lightly upon his belly, and Andrea knew that her mom and dad had screwed last night. It showed in the intimate caress of the woman's fingertips upon his hairy tummy.
"Let's take a dip," Andrea said to her sister, and together they splashed into the cooling water to play and race and blow bubbles.
Working off a building frustration, Andrea was again a kid, young and silly and getting a bang out of childish things. But she never forgot her objective, the target for that evening, the seduction of her mother. In the back of her head, a dozen plots were hatched and discarded, and she fell back upon the one with the best chance of success-getting Diane Farrow drunk.
They drank at lunch, and had beers throughout the afternoon until their mother thought it was late enough for martinis. Of course, the kids didn't drink in front of her, ducking around the patio for a quickie rather than get her uptight about anything at all.
Later, Andrea got to her father in the pool, swimming up to him while her mom was sunning on the chaise lounge. Pressed close to him underwater, her mound rubbing suggestively into his muscled thigh and her fingers caressing the bulge of his organs hidden by his trunks, Andrea whispered: "This evening; it has to be now. Keep feeding her drinks, and make them stronger all the time."
He glanced over at his wife who lay with her eyes closed and her magnificent breasts moving slowly up and down. Then he dared to fondle his daughter's ass. "So quick? I don't know if she can....
Andrea floated nearer and caressed his naked chest with her tits, slid up and down upon his thigh, wiggling as she did so. "Do you want to fuck me some more? Do you want some more of Angela's sweet little pussy?"
"Sure," he answered quickly. "I don't ever want to stop fucking you girls. I'm just worried about Diane-your mother has such a set of square, hidebound principles-"
"So did you," Andrea reminded him, "until you socked it home to us, to both your daughters and Cindy. Now you know what's better, and you know that mother has to get fucked by Brad, so she'll swing with the rest of the family."
He hesitated, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. "She might flip out and raise hell with all of us."
"Even if she did, it wouldn't be that bad. I mean, she's not going to go around telling everybody that her daughters are screwing their father. Not mother, and her sense of propriety. We have to take the gamble, Daddy ... with simply have to."
He pulled her crotch to him and humped against it, his cock swelling beneath the cool water. "All right, baby. I still don't exactly like the idea of my son screwing my wife, but I guess I'll get over that, It's really no different than Diane's daughters fucking her husband, is it? So I'll get to work on your mother right away. What happens when she's smashed and wants to go to bed?"
Andrea considered that. "Take her, then. But don't screw her right away; get her all hot and ready to go, then say you have to go pee or something. If the room is dark, we can sneak in Brad, and maybe she'll think he's you-at least for long enough for him to get his cock into her. After that, maybe things will just take care of themselves. If not-well, we'll have to move in and help Brad."
He looked at his wife again, then felt his daughter's eager cunt, slipping one finger beneath her suit to play into her wet pubic hairs. "You mean ... force her, rape her?"
"If we have to," Andrea said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Somehow, they got through an early dinner that was thrown together at the outdoor barbecue-short ribs and slaw and rolls. Andrea ate because she had to, for strength rather than for gratification, and noticed with quiet pleasure that her mother was only nibbling at the food and concentrating upon the martini pitcher instead.
Her husband had helped, keeping her glass filled, teasing her, acting like a lovesick Romeo and giving her little surreptitious pats and pinches whennobody else was supposed to be looking. Andrea watched it all with a sense of impending excitement, and whispered the good news to her sister in passing snatches of otherwise innocent conversation.
Getting Cindy and Brad into a corner of the patio and supposedly plying them with more ribs, she said: "You two keep your hands to yourselves! Damnit, you don't want to spoil everything. Mom's getting crocked, so it won't be long now before Dad takes her up to bed, and Brad-then you'd better be ready."
He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "Gee, I don't know...."
Andrea was furious. "Look, you dummy! How many guys are ever going to get the chance you've got coming up? You watch Mom whenever she walks by, and when she's in her swim suit, you never take your beady eyes off her, so don't try to tell me that you're not thinking of screwing her." He dropped his eyes. "Aw, I guess a lot of guys feel that way about their mothers, especially if the mothers are as good looking and sexy as Mom. But that doesn't mean they actually screw them...." Andrea cut in: "But you can, don't you see? You can and you will. All the other guys would, too-if they had the nerve and the opportunity. So tonight, don't you dare try to cop out."
"You talk pretty big," he said defensively, "but you're not all that much of a swinger yourself." Andrea glanced at Cindy. "Didn't you tell him?" The other girl shook her dark head. "Nope; just that we were all working on an idea for him to put the meat to his long legged mom. You tell him." Taking a steadying breath, Andrea said quickly: "Daddy has been fucking me and Angela both, all this weekend. He screwed Cindy, too. He's in on the plan; he wants you to fuck mother, and tonight."
Her brother's eyes went wide. "What? You mean Dad-he says it's okay ... he ... he...." the words went sputtering off into silence and Brad stared at her, seeing in her eyes that she was telling the truth. "I'll be damned," he said then. "So you and baby Angela have been getting rammed by the old man; and now you all want Mom and me to join the party, so we won't screw it up for the rest of you."
"You're catching on," Andrea said.
His eyes held hers. "That means I'll get to slip the cock to you and Angela, too. We'll all be fucking each other?"
"Don't forget me," Cindy Baker said. I'm in on this swinging party right from the start." Andrea looked back over her shoulder and saw her father leaning over her mother, saying something low in his throat. Her sister was cleaning up the barbecue, looking pert and pretty in her bikini, the cute little cheeks of her ass moving saucily as she bent over and straightened back up.
"Okay, Brad," Andrea said, "you can either use that stiff prick of yours, or you can be one." Quickly, he said, "I'll use it, sis. No argument from me at all. I was just-hell; it takes getting used to the idea. To fuck my mother and my twin sisters-wow."
Cindy stuck a thumb in his ribs. "And me, darling. Everybody keeps forgetting me. Even though I'm not a member of the family, you might say I'm pretty close. Your ever loving daddy not only screwed me blind with that monster prick of his, but he also went down on me, and ate my little snatch until I freaked out. That ought to at least make me a kissing cousin."
"Shhh!" Andrea whispered harshly. "Mother has about had it for the evening; Dad's helping her up from the longue. He'll be taking her to their room and feeling her up to get her even hotter than she is right now. Then he'll leave her in the bed with lights out-waiting for you, only she won't know it's you."
Cindy grunted. "She'll know once she gets his prick in her; there's a lot of difference between Brad's and that big ram of Clark's. Not that I'm putting you down, baby." She patted Brad's arm.
Andrea said, "We're all hoping that Mom will be t 'o hot to notice right away, and when she does, knowing that her own son is fucking her should make her screw him back all the more." Brad gulped audibly. "And if she doesn't? What the hell can I do-run?"
"Don't worry; we'll all be there to help you. Dad and Angela and me-yeah, and Cindy, I guess. We'll hide in the bathroom and the closet, and if you need help, Dad said we'll come out and hold Mom down so you can finish fucking her. Once the job is done-or maybe even if you turn her on pretty good-there isn't much she can say or do to put down the rest of us."
"Okay," he said. "I'm raising a hard-on just talking about it. You're right, you know. I have wanted to stick Mom ever since I was big enough to know about pussy. I'll fuck her, all right; I'll fuck her until I can't hang onto that gorgeous ass any longer. You'll see."
Andrea turned to watch her dad lead her mother across the patio and into the house. "There they go. We'll have to hurry and zip around by the back stairs, so we can get hidden before they get into the bedroom. Dad will stop her at the bar to mix nightcaps before taking her up. Come on, kids-and keep it quiet."
Gathering up Angela on the way, they went swiftly around the back, through the shop and upstairs to the main wing of the house. Down the heavily carpeted hall they sped, and Andrea led the way into her parents' bedroom. x
"Cindy ... you take the bath; that's where Dad will go."
"That's for me," Cindy said, and ducked in. "Brad ... you might as well peel off and get in the near closet. When you hear Daddy make for the bathroom, come on out and climb in the bed. Angela and I will hide in this far closet. If everything goes okay, you can turn on the light by the bed, so we can all see how you fuck her."
Wordlessly, he slipped in among his mother's clothes and slid the door nearly closed after him. Andrea and her sister climbed into their dad's closet and waited with his suits and slacks smelling rough and mannish around them as they crouched expectantly in the darkness.
Their mother was laughing throatily as she came into the bedroom, and Daddy's voice rumbled in his chest, soothing and somehow tantalizing. "Beddy-bye, Diane, if not to sleep."
Blurred, softened around the edges, Diane Farrow said, "It's good to know you miss me so much., Clark. I thought a free weekend might give all those envious wenches a chance at bedding you."
"No stranger in the house," he said truthfully. "Not since the girls' birthday party; not unless you can count little Cindy."
"Little Cindy is not all that little," Andrea heard her mother say. "She's stacked-and I've seen how she looks at you."
"Darling," he laughed, and listening, Andrea heard the faint noise as they sank together to the bed.
Damn, Andrea thought, if only it wasn't so damned dark! She wanted, needed, to see what was going on, to watch her father and mother getting ready to make it. Was Daddy feeling up those big tits, or did he already have a hand in between those long, plump thighs? Was he sucking on those plum-shaped nipples, or kissing the golden downed plane of his wife's belly? And was her mother playing with that massive, rigid prick, running her fingers over the slippery head of it, cupping his swollen balls? Were they tongue kissing and wiggling together?
Angela's hand sneaked over in the utter blackness and found Andrea's arm to clamp nervously upon it. Peering through the partially opened door, Andrea tried hard, but couldn't make out a thing; the darkness was too absolute, the drapes too thick. The room was nearly perfect for sleeping, but a damned poor stage for seeing a sex show, Andrea thought bitterly.
Then Daddy said, "Wait for me, darling. Have to go."
Mom's voice was muted and fuzzy: "Want-want the light?"
"No," he answered quickly. "Just relax and wait for me. I'll be back in just a minute, to crawl in between those lovely legs."
"Better hurry," she said. "It's not that I don't want you, dear ... but I drank too damned much, and I'm getting dizzy. I might even fall asleep."
"I'll wake you," he promised.
The bathroom door opened and closed, allowing only the momentary flicking of the nightlight there, pale and low to the floor. Andrea thought of Cindy Baker hiding there, and of how quick she'd be getting her hooks into the man. Cindy would probably have his prick in her before things started to happen on the bed; but maybe Daddy would make her cool it, knowing they might have to come out of hiding and help Brad fuck his mother, if Diane got uptight.
In her mind Andrea yelled it to Brad: move! Move, you horny little bastard! She couldn't hear him moving, not at all. If he had chickened out, she thought viciously Her mom said sleepily, "You took a long time. Maybe I'm out of the notion."
Brad hadn't copped out! He was in bed with his mother, probably feeling over her body as she turned to him half drunk and half asleep and turned on. Damn, Andrea thought-oh damn! It was good, not being able to see it, but to at least vicariously participate as Brad put the meat to Mom. It wasn't fair, being trapped here and cut off from the unleashing of all that emotion.
How would her mother react, once that long, slim prick was deeply sunk into her cunt, and she realized that it wasn't the same prick that she had screwed for all those thousands of times? Would she be frightened? Maybe she'd panic, scream, try to fight; Andrea hoped not. It would be better all around if her Mom simply accepted the fact that she was being fucked by her son, and made the most of it.
Heart in her mouth, pulses throbbing in her throat and wrists, Andrea clung to her sister's hand and waited breathlessly for something to happen. She knew others were waiting, too-Daddy and Cindy, Angela. But probably poor Brad was under more immediate strain than any of them; she imagined him hurrying to find the entrance to that palpitating and hairy pussy, so he could drive home his hard prick before she felt the slimness of his body and compared it to the bulk that was her husband.
Had he succeeded? Did he really have his cock in Mom's cunt, pushing and pulling, and knowing the shaggy golden hair of her pubis against his straining balls? Perhaps he had two handfuls of tit, and his fingers were massaging those ripe nipples; maybe their hazy mother had taken his prick into the wet confines of the vagina that had given him birth, and was fucking it as she would buck her husband's, unaware of any difference.
Diane Farrow said sleepily, "W-what? Hey now-who-who?"
Andrea stiffened, clutched her twin.
"What the hell!" Their mother's voice hardened, rang out in sudden shock and disbelief. "You're not Clark-not my own husband-who the hell-BRAD!"
Yanking back the closet door, Andrea pushed out into the room, aiming herself toward the bed by the outraged beacon of her mother's voice. She tried to pull her sister along, but Angela fell back, scared out of her skull.
The bed lamp flared on, blinding her, but she blundered unseeingly on, knowing that it couldn't end here, that they must pin Mother down here and now, without fail.
"Brad ... don't let her...."
"Andrea!" the flashing of her mother's sea green eyes, seemingly expanded in surprise. "Andrea, what are you-and Brad-oh-OH!"
She saw her brother then, his slim arms trying to hold down his mother, their naked bodies enwrapped and interlocked, and with a leap of satisfaction, Andrea saw that he had his cock buried to the root inside his mother's writhing cunt.
Throwing herself upon the bed, Andrea caught her mom's shoulders, never before so conscious of the heaving, red-brownnippled tits brushing her forearms, nor of the open red mouth panting so close to her own. "Mom-don't fight us-don't!"
"No-don't try to hold me! Andrea-Brad-you've gone mad. Clark! Oh Clark ... where are you?"
Strong; her mother was strong, and twisting in her hands, struggling to twist her son's imbedded prick out of her cleft. Andrea called out, "Dad-Dad, we need help! She's getting away!"
Whipping her head around, eyes wild, Diane Farrow saw her husband come swiftly from the bathroom, and stared as he leaned over the bed and pinned her wrists above her head.
"Easy, darling," he said down to his wife. "Relax and let it happen."
"No! I can't-I won't-this is impossible...." Andrea slid down the bed and caught her mother's ankles, clung grimly to them and the woman bucked to be free. Hanging on, she saw her sister float at last from hiding and sneak guiltily over to grasp one ankle. Then they had her, spread her helpless with her daughters pinioning her feet and her husband clamping her hands high above her head.
"Just take it easy," her husband repeated. "Have fun."
Not looking up at his father, or around at his sisters, Brad Farrow rolled over and set his anxious cockhead against the lips of his mother's pussy again. With a single hump of his ass, he rammed it home, buried the length of his prick into his mother's vagina. Hands on her waist as she tried furiously to free herself, her son helped hold her down while her began to stroke his prong in and out of her golden haired cunt, slapping his balls into the crack of his mom's ass.
Closing his eyes, he dived his face toward the white and surging mounds of her magnificent breasts, nuzzling into them with a moan that told of his hunger for her body, held too long in check. Brad's ass rose and fell in swift, driving thrusts, burying his prick to the balls each time, rocking his mother's belly and making the cheeks of her ass quiver.
Still she fought them all, and Andrea was hard put to hang onto her leg. But in a few seconds more, the struggle wasn't as fierce, and Andrea had time to look up at her dad's face. It was contorted, but not with strain; with the intense concentration of a man who held down his wife while their son screwed her, while their son fed his hard young prick hammering into his wife's cunt. She thought that her father looked as if he was stunned, but so interested in what was going on that he was closing out everything else.
"C-Clark!" his wife shouted. "Clark, damn you ... why are you letting this go on? Why
... how can this be h-happening? Oh! Damn you all, and-ooohh!!! Oh no, oh please-ooohhh!"
Andrea felt the quiver that ran through her mother's leg, and glancing down, saw the faint rocking of her ass as Brad continued to hammer home his lunging cock. He was nursing on one of Mom's nipples, too, and hanging onto her hips while he speared his prong deep and pulled it almost out of the now inflamed and humid Ups of his mother's cunt.
Rocking her blonde head from side to side, Diane Farrow stiffened out, tried to lock her emotions into place as well as her body, attempted to ignore the squirming strokes that were tickling her clitoris and knocking entrance to her womb. Biting her Ups and groaning, she tried one last time to yank her hands loose from her husband's grip.
Then it was too late for fighting. Andrea knew the exact micro-second that her mom gave up, felt it in the flesh of the leg she held. She released that leg before anyone else had the same idea, and watched it lift in a slowly curling, languorous motion to drape itself over Brad's back.
"Oohh," her mother said,, deep in her throat, husky and furry voiced, "oh, you horny little bastard-you're fucking me at last, fucking your mother, Brad! Oh yes, Brad-yes, my son, fuck your mother, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
Clark let go his wife's wrists, and her arms immediately encircled her son's naked body. Angela released the other leg, and it whipped up to join the other crossed over Brad's back. She had been right in thinking that her mother's legs could wrap around her brother, Andrea saw. Mom roped him with those long, sleek legs, and pulled him down into the now pumping valley of her filled pussy.
His own prick standing out full, thick and pulsing, Clark Farrow sank down in a chair to eye the action before him, to hold his cock in one hand while he stared at the picture of his son fucking his wife-and more than that-his wife fucking her son back.
For now Diane was rolling back on her shoulders and lifting Brad into the air, rocking her pelvis up and sucking it back with deft and practiced motions, swinging her shapely ass in frantic circles. She was screwing Brad for all she was worth, with all her experience, with all the fire and fury that was in her soul.
"Oh wow," Angela breathed softly, at Andrea's side. "She doesn't look cold now. She can really fuck, can't she?"
Andrea was breathing fast, stirred by what she was seeing, wanting somehow to become a part of the passion. "Mom must have wanted to screw him for a long time, or at least had the idea in her subconscious. She's digging his prick in a way that I'll bet she never dug Daddy's."
"I know what you mean," Angela said. "It's like we'd rather fuck Daddy than any boy, and I guess Mom's going to be that way about Brad."
Andrea clenched her hands. "She seems to be trying to stuff him right back into the pussy he came from-that we all crawled out of."
"It looks tight enough," Angela said. "Oh-oh-there he goes: Brad's going to come!"
Andrea leaned over the bed, trying to see what she could not possibly watch-the ejaculation itself, the mad spewing of hot, thick semen into the vagina; the flexing of the cockhead and the spitting of the creamy juice as it rose from the balls and left the prick.
"Oh, my son ... my boy! I feel your come splashing inside my cunt. Oh ... ah ... oohh! I'm coming myself-grinding my cunt on your little boy prick-and coming-oh, coming!"
Diane gave a great, convulsive heave of her body, and squeezed her son's face deeper into the pillows of her big tits. His stiff cock continued to pump into his mom's pussy; in and out, in and out without a pause, even though he had blasted off a load of semen. Brad kept right on fucking his mother, and she clung desperately to him, as if she might be afraid that he would stop and take out his prick.
Andrea looked again at her father, and saw that Cindy Baker was with him, fondling his cock and kissing his cheek. Andrea went over to the chair: "Come on, Dad; let's leave them alone."
They trooped silently out of the bedroom, and Andrea didn't think that her mother and brother knew they were gone. Mom was crooning to him, stroking his back and the cheeks of his ass, gyrating her sweaty belly sensuously against him. Andrea pulled the door closed behind her, and moved down the hallway to where the others waited at the entrance to her bedroom.
"Poor Daddy," Andrea said. "You have to somehow satisfy three horny girls. Do you mind?" His face was still strained as he followed her. "Mind? Hell, no! We can always make up a daisy chain, if I get fucked down. But-did you see your mother swinging it with Brad? Damn; I never thought I'd get excited by watching another prick move into Diane's cunt, but seeing Brad screw his mother really set me off. I damned near came with them. Man, oh man; if he had climbed off her, I would have climbed right on and taken my turn. I never wanted to fuck my wife so much in all our years together."
Andrea sat him on the bed, and the other girls gathered around. She said, "Probably Mom will feel just as hot, when she watches you fuck one of us-or both of us. We can all get together, changing over from one to the other, one cunt to the other, one prick to the other."
"Hey again," Cindy Baker said, "don't forget me. You can always adopt me, if you think it'll make me screw any better."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Andrea wanted it very much, but she let Angela have her turn with Daddy, and also put off Cindy. She was in control again, and liked it that way, directing the others, leading them into the acts and combinations she particularly wanted them to perform.
The ideas came out of the back of her mind, where she had not even known they existed. But evidently they were a part of her being, mixed into the yearnings of her blood, for they came fully bloomed and needing only the acting out to make them reality.
"Angela," she said, "take Daddy on, before his cock splits. Cindy and I will keep busy."
And when her girlfriend looked at her with an eyebrow lifted cynically, Andrea moved Cindy over to the other bed and introduced her to the art of woman love.
Cindy had been eaten before, but only by Clark Farrow, so having another girl's head between her polished thighs was a new and exciting experience.
Andrea was becoming fairly proficient at cunnilingus, she thought, tickling the black pubic hairs with her tongue before pressing her face down into the labia.
And she said, as she turned on her side so she could watch the other bed where her daddy was beginning to love up her twin sister: "You do me at the same time, Cindy; it's better that way for both of us, and you'll like it."
"So I'll try it, I'll try it," Cindy said, and placed an experimental kiss upon Andrea's sensitive crotch.
It was strangely arousing to lie there, her hands caressing a girl's ass, and watch her father working the swollen head of his immense prick into the tiny, red-feathery slot of her sister. Dipping her mouth into Cindy's cunt lips, she drew her tongue teasingly along the length of the slippery labia and was rewarded with a shudder.
Peering through the arch formed by Cindy's opened thighs, she saw her daddy's cockhead vanishing slowly, straining into Angela's mound. Daddy had one of Angela's legs draped over his hip, with the shapely curves of her trim little ass turned toward the other bed. As he fed the heavy staff of his bulging cock into his daughter's tight snatch, his eyes reached across the room and made contact with Andrea's.
Eating voluptuously into the wet pussy, she stared back, realizing that her daddy was getting a kick out of watching her do it, as she was get ting from seeing him fuck Angela. They were all so much alike, she thought-all so hot blooded, passionate, needing to destroy all the walls between themselves and the far out pleasures of complete sexual release.
"Ahh," Cindy cooed, the vibrations of her humming into Andrea's pussy walls, the flick of her tongue tasting, sampling the softness of her labia. "Ahh, Andrea-that feels so good." Running her fingers over Cindy's ass cheeks, Andrea looked unwinkingly into her father's feverish eyes. At the edge of her vision, she could make out the glide of her father's cock, and knew that it was crammed to the roots inside her sister's narrow and vibrant pussy. His huge balls filled the gap between her trimly modelled buttocks, and his hands moved gently, lovingly, up and down the exquisite curve of her back.
They looked into each other's cores, father and daughter, seeing and knowing and above all, understanding. Andrea ate thoroughly into her friend's vagina, teasing out the nubby clitoris and sucking upon it. Daddy stroked his shaft up and back in Angela's trembling sheath, prodding her cervix with that knobby glans that filled the entire cup of any woman's vagina.
Cindy was grinding it, rolling and clenching her ass so that sometimes she cut off Andrea's vision. Moaning and panting, coming up for air only rarely, Cindy was also doing a fine job of eating Andrea's cunt, finding the distended clit without trouble and working on it, letting it go to lap, to suck and to taste with tongue and teeth and the avid inhalation of her own lips.
Andrea began to rock, too; her ass tightened and let go, and she clamped her thighs strongly about Cindy's busy head, bending her knees upward so that her girlfriend's face was forced deep into her pussy. Digging her nails into the cheeks of Cindy's ass, she again found her father's eyes and heard the slap-slap of his scrotum as it swung into the dainty cleft of Angela's ass.
Sweet and hot, Cindy's juices flowed faster, wetting Andrea's cheeks and chin, dampening her neck as she continued to pull on the clitoris, to nibble the quaking lips and to reach deep with her tongue to lave the walls of Cindy's cunt.
Across the room, Angela cried out: "Oh Daddy! Oh my loving Daddy-your prick-your wonderful, wonderful prick!"
The bed rattled as her father began to sock it home with more power, shaking his daughter, bouncing her small and tidy ass with every long poke of his cock. He held her close and twisted it inside her cunt, ground it around in wanton arcs as she gave little muffled shrieks of ecstasy.
Andrea drew harder upon the clit between her teeth, and Cindy squealed into the folds of her pussy. Hunching violently, Cindy came with a series of gyrations and heavings that blocked Andrea's face completely. When Cindy's orgasm subsided, Andrea was in the throes of her own, wheeling and moaning and feeling the explosive wonder of a mighty completion.
Much later, it seemed, she lifted her dripping mouth from the soaked black hairs of Cindy's mound, and stared again at the other bed. It was still there, also, quiet in the melting blending of the rare and beautiful time that follows a mutual orgasm. Her father was holding Angela, and the girl was kissing his chest, but slowly, easily, barely moving her face. His huge prick was stuffed to the hilt inside Angela's young, tight hole, and Andrea could make out the faint seepage of semen into the hairy cluster of his balls.
Cindy moved, stretched, and untangled her legs from around Andrea. Sated for the moment, Andrea sat up and wiped one hand across her lips. Cindy turned and slid her ass across the bed to put her feet over and sit beside her.
"Wow," Cindy breathed in awe, "you'd never think a prick that size could go into a little girl's cunt, but there it is."
"Yes," Andrea agreed. "Every time I see it, Daddy's cock seems scary, but then I remember that we've all been fucked by it and nobody got hurt. Then I'm all right again."
"It hurt me," Cindy said, smiling. "But it scratched just where I itched the most, and if I get lucky tonight, he can hurt me again-all he wants to, the lovely man. With all that lovely prick." Andrea got up and moved across to the other bed, putting down both hands to touch her daddy's cheek, her sister's hair. He looked up. "Yes, dear?"
"Maybe we ought to go down to the living room," she said. "We can break out some champagne to celebrate Brad and Mom balling each other. And maybe you need a pickup."
Her father eased his prick tenderly out of his daughter's clinging slot, drawing a trail of glistening semen after the bulbous head, marking Angela's thigh with the sticky brand of his come. "I could use a drink," he said. "Not to turn me on, because I'm already wound up tight, but to kind of toast what's happening to us, to this fuck-happy family."
They filed downstairs again, and the master bedroom was quiet behind them. Andrea wondered what was going on in there, if her brother knew enough to go down on his mother and eat the pussy he so obviously worshipped, or if Mom was patiently teaching her son the intricacies of abandoned and truly lustful sex. Were they still screwing, she thought, or had Brad run out of gas? Once their mother was started, it seemed as if she wouldn't let a man quit right away, and she ought to have even deeper, hungrier hots for her own son.
Though she wanted to look in on them, Andrea knew that it was better to let them be for awhile, to get used to each other's bodies and to the stunning idea that they could really do any sex act they wanted, to any member of the family-with Cindy Baker thrown in for good measure.
Mom especially would find it difficult to accept the idea of free and continuing incest. In her liquor befuddled state, she would let herself go when forced to fuck her boy, and even throw her moralistic upbringing to the winds and thoroughly enjoy the screwing. But when her head cleared and the orgasm wore off, she would probably feel guilty as hell, feel that she was lost and a sinner unforgivable. If Brad kept the cock in her, continued to fuck her or eat her and tell her aloud how much he adored her body, then he might hold her sensual attention. She would then screw him right through the mattress, Andrea figured.
"I'll pour," Clark announced, popping the cork on an icy magnum. "Wine for all, and for all a goodnight."
Cindy Baker chuckled over her glass. "That's some kind of Christmas saying, silly."
"Hell," he said, splashing wine in their glasses, "I feel Christmassy. Haven't I been given the best presents a horny man could get?"
"We'll drink to that," Andrea said, and held her wine glass high. Funny, she thought, nobody even seems to notice that we're all naked, although we're all conscious of it, sense it through the stimulated pores of our skin and the heightened reactions of our nerves, but we don't stare bug-eyed and giggly at tits or asses or at Daddy's marvelous prick hanging partly soft. We just accept the fact that we're bare-assed and it's the way for us to be.
Angela moved swayed-hipped to the stereo and turned it on; rock music beat through the room. Angela turned and said over the sound: "Just a couple of nights ago, we were dancing to this at our birthday party, right here in this very room. Wouldn't all the kids faint, if they could look in here right now?"
"Crazy," Cindy laughed, and downed her champagne. "I was right over there, pushing it up to your dad, shaking it all over him, but never really thinking Andrea's idea would ever come off. Gee, I'm glad it did."
"Aren't we all?" Andrea said. "Mom and Brad, too."
Her father drank his wine, poured himself a refill. "I can't get over how hot that made me-makes me; Brad and your mother. You know, I once considered trying to talk her into a wife-swapping arrangement, but lost my nerve at the last minute. I didn't think she'd go for it, and might just take off for Reno or Tijuana, instead-and I'd be out one very good, very erotic wife. Besides, the couple I had in mind got to look not quite so attractive after awhile; I'd stare at the guy and try to picture him between my wife's legs, but I couldn't create the right image. It's a hell of a lot better this way, for all concerned, I think. But imagining your mother up there in our bed, taking young Brad's cock into her pussy-it makes me all itchy, just thinking about it, just knowing that it's really happening, that Diane is wiggling her ass and pushing that great cunt up around his prick....
Cindy said, "If you're all that itchy, I've got the scratcher."
Andrea held out her glass for more golden champagne, thinking that the bubbly wine was just about the color of the hair on her mother's mound. "We can swing with her, and with Brad tomorrow. I want to get with her just as bad as anyone, but I think it's better to let her and Brad get to know each other, fuck themselves out in that first wild rapture. Then we can mix with them, when neither of them will be self-conscious."
"You're right, of course," Clark said. "But I am eager to see how she'll fuck me, after screwing her son."
"And if Mom will go along with us," Angela said, emboldened by the wine and the music; "I mean, Andrea and I like to make it with each other, and we hope Mom will loves us the same way, and let us love her."
Andrea drank her glass dry and put it on the bar top. "Hey, Dad ... how'd you like to be a pinwheel? The center of action, the hub of the universe?"
He toasted her with a lift of his glass. "Why not? I feel strong as a bull, a stud horse; I feel as if I could fuck all night."
Cindy laughed. "You might have to, lover. There are still three of us here."
"Come on," Andrea commanded imperiously.
"Daddy-lie down on the carpet, and we'll get your pecker up for you, all the way. You're the center, the hub, like I said. All you have to do is lie there, and try to keep from coming too soon or too often."
Good naturedly, he lay upon his back, his cock beginning to swell and to lift its shiny head. "While you girls do what?"
Andrea motioned Cindy to his head, while she kneeled and spread her thighs over his body. "Angela, you can follow Cindy. When I climb off Daddy's prick, I'll be waiting in line and having him feel me up; you'll be riding his mouth, and Cindy will be down here taking my place on his cock."
"I get it!" Cindy chortled. "Round robin, or musical chairs. But suppose one of us is about to come, and you want us to move on?"
"Then you move," Andrea said, reaching down to fondle her father's massive cock to full and blooming life. "That's what will make it more fun ... hurrying to the next stop and picking up where we left off."
As she positioned herself astride the club that was his penis, her father said admiringly, "You're something else, girl. Get on with your game."
Just an arm's length away, Cindy lowered her black-haired young crotch upon his face, and he gladly lifted his mouth to taste the fire and vigor of her schoolgirl's cunt. His prick bent slightly, then stiffened in pride as his daughter rotated her mound to sink it into her pussy entrance. "Putting out one hand, he felt his other daughter's ass, and slid the fingers around so he could play them into the soft, silken hairs of her trembling cunt.
"That-that's it," Andrea sighed, letting her weight force the length of her daddy's monstrous prong up into the aroused depths of her vagina. Her cunt lips widened, strained as they turned elastic, and his great cock slipped inside. She was sitting on his pelvis then, all that majestic prick locked into her snatch.
"He's eating me again!" Cindy shrilled. "Oh-ooohhh! His big tongue is lapping inside my pussy, and he's biting me-chewing me to bits. Oh, you handsome, gorgeous cunt eater, hang in there!"
Andrea felt the rich fullness of penetration, the expansion of her narrow vagina as it fit itself like a wet rubber glove around the hard prick centered in it. She knew the pressure on her cervix and the delicious little thrills that tightened her asshole every time she wiggled.
"Beautiful," her twin said. "Oh Andrea ... Cindy . ... Daddy ... it's so beautiful."
It was, and it was enchanted, wanton, and if she didn't climb off this behemoth cock, she was going to start bouncing and grinding until she came in a thunder of orgasms.
"Change!" she said, and because her voice was suddenly weak, said it again. Then she managed to lift her ass and to pull the gloriously hard penis out of the clutch of her pussy muscles.
Then she sat with her daddy's hand cupping her vulva, sat rocking upon his fingers, wanting to have him masturbate her but also wanting not to. She watched her sister sit down on his willing lips, watched her friend riding the cock that had just been hers, and had to force herself to stay silent for at least a little while longer, being fair as she knew how.
Hoarsely, she called again: "Change!" and hurried to take her seat upon Daddy's face, while Angela crawled to get some prick for herself, Cindy sulked momentarily on the sidelines.
His tongue worked inside her, finding the velvet wetness there and the adoration gone liquidly hot. Wiggling upon his dear mouth, feeling his teeth and his chin, knowing the intimacy of his nose, Andrea squirmed, revelling in the stimulation of her clitoris, in the lapping he gave her.
Eyes blurring, she stared into the face of her good friend Cindy and saw the love there, looked down into her twin's eyes and watched the hotness glow there as Angela bounced up and down on their daddy's rigid prick.
He was the center of everything, the hub of everywhere, world and galaxy and universe, and his wondrous cock was the axle upon which it all hung and spun. Pumping upon his mouth, grinding sexily upon his tongue, Andrea knew she was not far from coming, and she wanted to go with it.
But Angela gave a sharp little cry: "Oh-oh Daddy, I-I'm coming! I'm coming on your big prick-ahh-ooohh! "
"Now!" Andrea ordered, and took her dripping pussy from her father's hungry mouth to crawl in a pink daze over to her sister. Immediately, Cindy took her place upon Clark's face, covering his mouth with her cunt before he could more than draw a few quick breaths.
"Baby," Andrea purred into her sister's ear, her hands caressing Angela's small, lovely boobs. "Keep coming, baby . ... long as you can; ride Daddy's prick until you can't move any more. Then give it to me."
Angela swayed back and forth upon the huge staff thrust so deeply into her little pussy, hung panting upon it for a long moment, then began to sag gently, her tits kind of drooping into Andrea's hands.
"H-help me off his cock," she breathed. "I'm so weak I can hardly move."
Andrea assisted her, lifted her by the elbows so that she could get her vagina from around the distended head of their daddy's penis. It slid from the lips of her stretched cunt, the glans shining wetly, but not leaking semen, and Andrea knew a lifting of her heart. She would make him come; she would receive that marvelous burst of man juice in her pussy.
"Hurry, dear," she said to her sister, and moved her quickly away from the massive cock.
Cindy Baker gritted: "Oh lord, oh my blazing cunt! Oh-he's killing me with those teeth ... sucking my clit ... eating my cunt ... oh wow! . ... I'm coming, I'm creaming!!" Andrea swung her leg over her father's prone body, grabbed his hard prick and inserted the spongy head of it into the soft willingness of her labia, writhing to get it swiftly inside her cunt before any accidental caresses would set it off before she was ready. Daddy had already done a tremendous job of holding back, she thought, fighting to keep from exploding his come into the other two girls, saving it for her, all for her.
It poked into her vagina, its ridge sliding greasily along over her swollen and extremely sensitive clitoris. She felt its roundness, its veined pulsing, the flanged muscles of its blunt end, and her ass came gently down upon the hairy, wrinkled cushion of his testicles.
"I love you," she said to him, not certain that he could hear, with his ears covered so by Cindy's shuddering thighs. "I love you Daddy-as a father and a lover and a fucker. I love your prick and your balls and your hairy belly, and I love for you to screw me, to eat me-oohh!!-to-to make me come, and to make you come! Oh-oh-oh!"
Her orgasm shook her, ripped boiling throughout her burning flesh as she hunched on his pole, whirling her ass so she could feel it rake every inch of her pussy walls. She came, and stars grew in spinning colors before her eyes; she came, and her asshole contracted to a pinpoint; she came, and her belly flexed as she squeezed down upon his prick to draw every possible sensation of goodness from it.
She drew instead the geysering spout of his ejaculation, the hissing release of his pent-up come, a hot torrent of semen that rained upward to cover her womb with sticky jelly, that flooded the sheathing of her vagina with soapy lava.
His ass rose from the rug, and his back muscles drove his hard cock farther up into her snatch, impaling her impossibly deep upon the thick spear of his prong.
He got his face from between Cindy's thighs, and rolled it around over her hips to say: "Ah, baby-Andrea, you little lovely bitch-what a piece of ass you are, my darling."
She let it soften inside her caressing cunt, felt it droop inside her closing-down pussy. Her head was woozy, and there was a great lassitude within her, a melting down of all gentle things, emotions passing one through the other until they were a tender blending of together and togetherness.
Daddy sat up, and dimly she realized that Cindy must have moved from his head. He took her in his arms, and she was sitting on his lap, but facing him, her legs straddling his body and his cock still locked inside her vagina. Her still erectile nipples brushed into the curly silver-brown hair on his chest, and a whole series of tingles passed over her skin.
She could love him forever, she knew; she could fuck him and suck him, and have him eat her after he was done shooting his furious loads of fatherly come into her slot. She could crawl all over him, tasting each part of his body, licking and biting him wherever she wished, knowing the smell of his hair and the taste of his man sweat, the flavor of his semen.
He hugged her, kissed her, and she realized that the musky spice of his tongue was from Cindy's cunt, but she didn't mind; she had sampled that directly. Snuggling to him, she nibbled his throat, and felt his limp prick back from her pussy. They would make it some more, she thought; but later.
And she also thought of her mother and her brother, in bed together upstairs.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Andrea was a little tired, but a cold shower and icy orange juice woke her up nicely. She started breakfast, since her mom wasn't down yet, and within minutes, Angela came to help.
They made juice in the blender, put on the big coffee pot, the toaster, and peeled potatoes for pan fries. Angela set out the eggs and bacon, ready to eat when the rest of the household came awake and straggled into the kitchen.
Angela said, as she sat at the breakfast counter and sipped her juice, "That was quite a night, wasn't it?"
Andrea tucked orange and potato peels into the disposal. "Poor Daddy; I didn't think he could hold up through it. Men are sexually a lot weaker than women."
"Not when a man like Daddy is shoving that big rod up you," Angela said. "Oh man-when he gave it to me dog fashion, I was sure he was going to split me open. I'm still a little sore."
"That was a wild scene," Andrea agreed, "but so was that time when you went down on him. I know how his big penis fills a mouth. Didn't his ejaculation just about choke you?"
"Yes, but I kept on swallowing, gulping it down, and then it got so good that I tried to suck more and more out of the head of his lovely cock. You know, I think that Cindy got a little teed off, because Daddy couldn't get it hard for her to blow him."
"Too bad; she swung enough times with him, and with you and me. And when she had him use the handle of that hairbrush on her, I thought that was a bit much."
Angela giggled. "It's fun, though. I'd rather have a prick, of course, but it's groovy to have somebody else play around with your pussy, making you come. Hey ... it's going to be interesting, when we get to screw Brad, don't you think?"
"New guy, new action. But the most fun will be mixing them together-Dad and Brad, maybe with Mom as well."
Angela carried her glass to the sink. "Do you think mother will really mix in with us-get naked and screw with us-or will she rather keep to herself, and whoever she's with?"
There was movement behind them, and Andrea swung slowly on her stool to see their mother coming into the kitchen. Diane Farrow looked almost the same as ever-head carried high, fine, full body carefully hidden in a stylish robe, feminine pompom slippers, but with high heels, face cleansed and highlighted with just the proper touches of makeup, hair beautifully in place.
The difference was in her eyes, where there was a new softness and a new knowledge; and in her mouth-turned from nicely shaped and like the marble lips and a statue to a rich, passion-swollen redness. There was a subtle change in her manner, too; something not quite so regal about the way she walked, a touch of commonness and a hint of deference. Maybe it all added up to simply turning more human, Andrea thought.
She wasn't afraid of her mother any more. Andrea knew that fact with a startling clarity, knew that there was no need for fear between them. Their equality had begun when she saw her mother hiking her ass, when she saw that golden cunt rolling and bucking upon the plunger of Brad's cock. Perhaps not exactly being equal, but turning into two people, rather than one master and one servant.
"Good morning, Mom," Andrea said brightly. "We've got breakfast well under way."
Diane moistened her lips with the touch of her tongue, but there was the faintest of quivers in her voice: "So I see. I-the others are stirring around upstairs; they ought to be here at any minute." Impulsively, Andrea slid off the stool and went to her mother, went into her arms and against the lush ripeness of that body. She kissed her mom on the mouth, holding the caress, feeling a swift arousal at the touch of those large breasts, the brush of that other belly across hers, the hint of a mound meeting her own.
"We love you, Mom," she said, looking directly into the sea green eyes that had shifted into youthfulness, into an easier feeling. "More than ever. Angela and I think you're just wonderful, the way you went after Brad last night."
"I...." Diane swallowed audibly. "I need a cup of coffee."
Angela drew one for her. "You can talk about it with us; we'd like you to. And we can tell you about Dad."
Andrea watched her mother drink hot coffee, and sensed the struggle that was going on. It was alien to all her mom's previous concepts to openly discuss sex, much less incest. Yet Diane Farrow was battling with a suddenly established set of mores that insisted she bring everything out in the open, that she be honest.
She said, painfully, "Well-since you two have already seen-actually seen your mother d-doing it with-with your brother, then I suppose discussing the-the act isn't going to push you into a life of venality, or make you promiscuous. That is, any more than you already are."
Diane drank more coffee and got hold of herself better. She said, "Now I remember that you two were locked onto my ankles, helping your brother to rape me-just as your father helped."
Andrea asked softly, "And aren't you glad we did? After spending that long, lovely night with Brad, aren't you happy we helped him to seduce you? You would have never gone through with it on your own."
Her mother looked at her. "No, I wouldn't. I'll swear, I never even consciously conceived the idea of ... of Brad and me, making it sexually. But now I realize that the yearning was with me, hidden away all this time, since he reached puberty. And yes, girls-I am glad you assisted in your mother's rape."
Andrea said: "Let's not call it rape; let's say it was an act of liberation."
Diane smiled-a free and natural smile. "You're very much like me, Andrea-and I suppose that Angela is, too; once I get to know her."
Shyly, Angela smiled back, a brushing of red across her cheekbones. She busied herself with the frying pan, laying strips of bacon in it.
"Mom," Andrea went on, "wasn't it good, with Brad? Wasn't it just the most wonderful thing ever?"
Her mother's eyes went softer, remembering. "Oh yes; it was all of that. We-couldn't seem to get enough of each other; it was as if our bodies were acting upon their own, without conscious direction from us. It was-insane and enchanted, and somehow very, very right."
"I know; it's like that with Daddy and us. When Angela and Daddy and I are swinging together, it's like there's nobody else in the whole world. We'd like it fine if you and Brad could come into our private world and really be with us."
Diane finished her coffee. "I ... I guess we could. But right now, I'm sitting here, ashamed and afraid to face your father. What will I say to him-what can I say?"
"Just say you love him, and that you understand," Andrea advised. "He'll only have eyes for you this morning, anyway. Even while he was screwing us last night, while all three of us girls were sharing him, all Daddy could talk about was how terrific you were, laying Brad, how seeing his son's cock sliding into your pussy turned him on. He'll be eager to lay you today, mom."
Her mother got up and walked to the living room, to the bar where she poured herself a stiff shot of brandy and downed it chugalug. She came right back, her eyes glistening. "I needed something a bit stronger than coffee, to listen to you use words like that, so openly."
"You said them openly, when Brad was fucking you. You begged him to fuck you more."
Diane blinked. "Yes, I guess I did. I said a lot of things last night, in the throes of passion. I say them to your father all the time, so I don't see any valid reason not to use them now. I'll be happy to-lay your father today."
"To screw him."
"All right; I'll screw him, too. And do whatever else might come to mind."
"Let's feed him first," Andrea suggested. "He's pretty drained, after our orgy. Does he go down on you, as he does to us?"
With a visible effort, her mother controlled her face. "And on Cindy Baker, too?"
"Sure. Don't be jealous, Mom. We had to use Cindy to lure Daddy at first, before I changed places with her. And she screwed Brad, to bring him in on our big secret."
Diane hesitated, then nodded. "I ... I'm having trouble adjusting, that's all. I laid my son all night, yes-and went down on him, too; so why should I feel jealous over your father screwing a young girl, any young girl, even his two very beautiful daughters?"
Angela surprised them both by coming from the stove to plant a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Right on, Mom!"
"Where is Cindy, by the way?" Diane asked. "Oh," Andrea answered, "she had to leave early this morning. Her family's going on a picnic, and she couldn't get out of it."
"We'll miss her," Angela said, and they laughed. When the smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee drifted up the stairs, the men drifted down. Clark came first, virile looking in his terrycloth robe and scuffs, hairy legs flashing as he descended the stairs. Hesitantly, Brad appeared, and followed his father; he was dressed in jeans and tennies and teeshirt, his long hair neatly brushed back. He looked distinctly uncomfortable.
When her father moved directly to the breakfast counter to kiss her mother good morning, Andrea caught Brad's hand and pulled him close to whisper in his ear: "Don't be a goop; we've been discussing everything with Mom, and it's all right. Everything is groovy. We're going to eat and maybe get a little high on brandy, and them-then we'll get some. All of us."
And later, when the liquor had relaxed them, when they were full of good food and began to animate their conversation, it was natural to move into the living room. Andrea pulled Brad down onto the little couch between Angela and herself, and left the big sofa for her parents.
"Diane," Clark said gently, as if there was no one else in the room, "I couldn't get you out of my head all night, even though I had three beautiful kids making love to me. I wanted to be with you, be in you. Nothing ever excited me so much as watching you fuck Brad. It was a-a marvelous experience, but I needed to be more than a voyeur, more than a vicarious participant. I needed to join you. But the girls were right; it was better we leave you two alone, for the first time. I know I'd have gone ape, if I knew somebody was watching me put it to my twin kids."
Diane stroked his cheek with long and well manicured fingertips. "It's somewhat difficult for me to think of group sex-as yet. Our daughters assure me that I'll come around."
He put his arms around her, drew her over so that her lusciously formed breasts rested against his chest, and tilted her face up for his kiss. Diane responded, and while their mouths were locked, his hands slipped into the front of her robe and began to play with the white perfection of her tits, with the red-brown nipples rising so long and thick.
"There," Andrea whispered, "they've completely forgotten we're here. They're going to make love, right in front of us."
Andrea murmured, "Good; I always wanted to see Daddy put the meat to Mom."
And Brad hissed, "But-but they can't! I mean, not with me looking at them-Mom-and him." Catching his hand, Andrea squeezed it as hard as she could. "Don't be some kind of jealous asshole, Brad! She loves you, sure; she proved how much all last night, by fucking you and blowing you, and giving you all she has. But she also loves our father, and she's going to keep right on fucking him, too. So shut up and cool it while they screw."
He subsided, and she drew his hand over into her lap, petting it while the back lay warmly against her mound, still covered by her own dressing robe. Andrea moved her legs apart, and the robe slipped open. Then she turned his hand so that the palm of it was on her crotch, so that he might feel the hotness there, and the soft shape of her mound, the mossy little forest of her pubic hair. It would divert him.
She stared at the way her father's hands were manipulating her mother's tits, cupping and flattening them, nipping the big nipples. He peeled the robe back from her shoulders and let the gorgeous round boobs spring out for all to see and admire. Kissing them, he licked at the nipples and drew a great bulge of one into his stretched mouth, seemingly trying to swallow the entire breast.
His hands strayed down, and when he moved her robe entirely away, dipped between her lustrous thighs and around the cheek of her ass. In turn, one of her hands eased out and found the lifting trunk of his cock.
It was thrilling, Andrea thought, to sit as spectators and watch their parents prepare to screw. It was an act they had gone through countless times, as Andrea could tell by seeing how deftly, how smoothly, they moved to and with each other, anticipating the moves and fitting to them.
Her mother fondled the great prong, ran slow fingers over the massive knob that was already beginning to leak fluid in eagerness for the matching lubrication of her cunt. Beautiful, Andrea thought; her parents were so charming together, naked and honest in their lusts, in their sexual needs.
Diane's golden body seemed burnished, with only the white strip across her breasts, across her hips where her swim suit had shielded her skin from the bronzing sun. Long, supple legs; sweetly heavy breasts; the luxuriant curlings of her pubic hair so generously thick at her mound-and then her father's fingers probed into it, seeking the sizzling dew upon her labia.
"This way, darling," Diane gasped. "Behind me, so I can take it like a primitive bitch."
And she wheeled over, lifted her softly gleaming body to hands and knees and pointed the rounded, sleek ass at her husband. Clark didn't hesitate; he threw off his terrycloth robe and kneeled behind his wife, caressing those delightful cheeks and nudging the bulb of his prick into the cleft.
"Put it to me, darling," Diane begged. "Let me have that sweet rod, all the way up."
Her breasts were hanging like pendulums, and the nipples looked, big as purple grapes. Andrea watched in utter fascination as her daddy took his prick in hand to bend it down and fit the distended glans into the hairy mound waiting so impatiently for it. He shoved, and the knob pushed into the labia, the scarlet lips of her mother's pussy, to be followed smoothly by the long, thick shaft, until his dick was seated entirely in the vagina all oily for him.
"Ahh," her mother sighed, and her daddy took hold of the beguiling hips to use them as handholds while he backed out the endless length of his massive cock, only to sink it from sight again with another corkscrewing thrust.
Brad's hand turned active in Andrea's lap, the fingers darting over her dampening mound like eager butterflies. She opened her thighs wider for him, and shucked off her robe. She glanced at him, and saw that his eyes were fixed intently upon the sensuous drama of his parents. But he was playing with her pussy, using his left hand.
Andrea reached across his shoulders and tapped Angela. "Baby," she hissed, and pointed at her lap, at what their brother was doing.
Nodding, Angela took Brad's other hand, and placed it upon her own crotch, in the same position, giving him an additional pussy to fondle, while he watched their mom and dad screw dog fashion.
"Hot and tight," their father grunted, stepping up the sliding rhythm of his strokes, making suctioning noises rise from his wife's pussy. "Just as tight as you ever were, Diane. A fine, narrow cunt, darling-a marvelous piece of ass."
Brad sighed, "Yeah," and slid a finger into each of his sisters' vulvas, working it right on up inside the velvet he found there, slippery and welcoming.
"Don't worry," Andrea murmured, watching every detail as her mother wiggled her shapely ass and her daddy leaned his chest down upon the smooth bronzed back, taking hold of both down-hanging tits. "Don't fret, Brad ... you can fuck Mom and the very minute Dad pulls out his prick. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Umm," he said, and manipulated her clitoris, slipping his fingertip over the vibrant nub and making little stars flash throughout her twitching vagina.
He was doing the same to Angela, for their sister was wiggling on the couch, legs spread and fingers dug into the pillow. Brad was masturbating both of them, while they could do little for him.
Not so little, Andrea thought, and leaned her head suddenly down to cover the throbbing head of his prick with her hot and suctioning lips. She darted her tongue into the greasy slot to taste his pre-seminal fluid, and felt him flinch as she ran her tongue over his glans, then pulled it far back into her hungry mouth.
She sucked upon her brother's stiff cock for a few seconds, then lifted her head, taking her mouth from around the spongy head of it. Glancing up at Angela, she then backed away and let her sister dip her face to Brad's rod. They took turns blowing him, exchanging mouths upon his hard and thrusting prick.
Andrea timed it right, wanting Angela to get the effect of his semen, and just as she gave over to her sister, Brad let go with a surging effort. His come pumped into Angela's suctioning lips, spurted over her tongue and the roof of her mouth, to slide down her throat.
Andrea sat back and rode slowly upon his finger in her cunt, while she watched her daddy cram the cock to her mother. Daddy was really plunging it now, pounding it home with mighty strokes that bounced her mom's head up and down. In and out, the greasy rod worked, pumping and seesawing, twisting and rocking, the heavy balls swinging back and forth.
Mom swung her ass to meet the strokes, backed constantly into the prick that was pounding her vagina, as if she were trying to get it harder and deeper, as if she wanted it to impale her stomach.
"D-darling, darling!" Diane panted. "I'm coming, coming-oh, fuck me deeper!"
Her father gave a rumbling groan, jerked her mom's ass tightly to his prick, and socked it home for the final lunge. By the upward leaping of his balls, Andrea knew he was coming, that he was flooding her mother's quivering pussy with the matchless hot jism they all adored so much.
Andrea hunched upon her brother's finger, caught his wrist to make him hold it buried in her vagina, and rubbed her clit violently up and down on it. It wasn't as good as the fucking her mom was getting, but it was something. And since her brother had popped his nuts into Angela's mouth, Brad had gone kind of static. She came quickly, a release rather than a satisfaction, and glanced at her brother's face.
Brad was entranced with the scene on the other couch, all wrapped up in seeing his mother and father cling bare-assed together, sweaty and for the moment sated with their fucking. His eyes were fixed, mesmerized by what he saw, by what he also wanted for himself.
Andrea hunched backwards to take his finger from her cunt, and held him by the wrist to pull him stumbling after her, over to where their parents lay collapsed, Daddy flat on top of Mom, and Mom kind of flattened down into the couch pillows.
She touched her Daddy on the shoulder, and when he turned questioning eyes at them, tugged his shoulder until he understood. "Brad's going crazy, Dad. Pull it out of her so Brad can get his in."
The man backed his huge tool out of his wife's wet snatch, and the round length of it was shiny, drippy with his semen and the lubricating oil of her vagina. Diane turned her head slowly, and stared not quite comprehendingly at her son.
Clark Farrow said: "There she is, boy; go ahead and fuck your mother."
Moving jerkily, like an automaton, Brad climbed upon the couch, his prick standing stiffly out in front of his belly, with a single leftover droplet of come upon it. He had fired that into Angela's throat, Andrea thought; now he was going to climb on top of his mother's sleek and shapely ass, to stick it in where his daddy had just exploded a load of semen.
Daddy's arm went around Andrea's shoulders, and they stood there staring down, watching Diane Farrow's ass, and the lathered hairs that poked out wetly from the closed cheeks of her ass. Brad got upon his knees, between his mom's legs, and looked intently into the crack with its protruding golden hair, looked at the drainage of creamy semen that was puddling the cushion beneath her thighs and sudsing the inflamed scarlet lips of her pussy-what tiny bit he could see of it.
Then he scrunched closer, his hands going out to slide up and down the modelled cheeks, to caress the dip of her lower back. Momentarily screwed down, she lay quietly, not attempting to hike her ass for him. Brad drew a finger down her crack, lingering at the tight ring of her anus, then moved to fondle the semen soaked end of her cunt lips.
From the corner of her eye, Andrea saw her twin come to also stand beside her father, and the three of them were enthralled witnesses to what was about to happen before them. Daddy's prong had never gone soft, she saw, even though he had just thrown a load into their mother. No more than Brad's dick had fallen limp after his sister's blow job. They were too hot for more action because of Diane, Andrea knew; they wanted to fuck, to see the fucking accomplished, and their passions were yet rampant within them.
She murmured, "Look at them-they don't even know we're here."
Her brother said, a choke in his voice: "I know you're there ... especially Dad. Watch, Dad-watch us fuck, mother and me. All the nights when I lay awake, knowing that you were putting the prick to her in your bedroom, all the nights I tried to imagine what it would really be like to fuck her, to know the feel of this beautiful ass, to suck those big, soft tits, to actually slide my aching prick into her hot cunt-I jerked off, popped off just dreaming about it. About her, Daddy, and how I would rather fuck mom than all the centerfold chicks in the world."
His father said quietly, "I'm glad you're getting the chance, Brad. Put the meat to her boy, make her squirm on that hard young cock."
Brad used his hand to insert the tip of his penis into the dripping, bushy slot. Thighs apart, his mother didn't stir.
He said, "In there, all the hair slick with come; in there, this gorgeous pussy just fucked by you, Daddy. Now I'm going to fuck it, stab it, screw it and let my own jism loose in it."
Brad bellied down and slipped in his cock, passing it easily into the stretched and softened labia so well greased by his father's ejaculation. Still, his mother lay quietly, her face turned to one side and pillowed upon her arms, her large boobs flattened by her weight, and pushed yet farther down by the lightly added weight of her son, on top of her and entering her vagina from the back, as his father had just done.
But the positions were different. With her husband, she had been on hands and knees, offering him her snatch dog fashion, but now she was lying in abject and total surrender, the cheeks of her ass twin pillows for his crotch and groin. She was being conquered by her son and her son's hard prick, as she had at one time been subjugated by her husband's cock.
"Love this ass," Brad panted, pumping his own ass up and down slowly and sinuously. "Love to lay my belly on it and feel my balls against it. You're all hot and slippery in your pussy, Mom-all milky and jellied, and I love your cunt, too. So slick and tickly on my prick, Mom."
"Dearest," she breathed, "oh my dearest son." Brad took out his cock, lifted just so much, and suddenly pressed the thickly smeared end of it against the hairy hole of her anus. "Going to fuck you here, too-in the ass, where his prick was too big to fit."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Angela clung to her daddy's waist, saying in shock, "Is he really going to do that, Daddy?"
"Guess so, baby," he answered. "I think your mother has always wanted to take it there, but I'm too big for her-or anybody else. But Brad isn't, and with his cock all greased up like that, he should fit it right on inside."
Andrea pressed against him, heart pounding in her throat, wondering if this was something just a shade too far out, an act perhaps twisted and perverted. She wondered also if her mother would accept it, or if her unspoken longing for a cock up her rectum was too strong for her to now resist.
Then Andrea thought: why resist? If it was something they both wanted to do, why hold back? It was silly to deny any impulse, any desire that might come to mind; that kind of reaction belonged in the dark ages, and in this swinging family, didn't fit in with their new ideas about, and practicing of, sexual liberation.
Brad grunted as he continued to spiral the head of his slim prick into the narrow passage of his mom's anus, and Diane Farrow hiked herself gently backward, her ass tenderly upward, to help it go in. Slowly, the spongy cockhead forced its way into the tight ring that wanted it so much, that pushed back at him instead of contracting.
Andrea sighed as she watched the knob of her brother's prick disappear into the tube of her mother's ass, and her sigh deepened when the length of that cock slipped up into that hidden bowel, so that only his balls showed.
"Jammed home!" Brad gasped triumphantly. "Shoved up your ass where nobody's prick has ever been before, up your tight ass where you're a cherry. Fucking you, mom-fucking you real good-and you can grind that beautiful ass all you want-you can try to make your asshole bite my prick off at the roots, and I'll just love you that much more!"
His rod slid in and out in a hypnotic motion that held the onlookers fascinated, and the background slapping of his testicles beat time on the cheeks of that willing ass. It was actually not much different than watching a cock work in and out of a pussy, Andrea thought; there seemed to be a tighter grasping, a more intense clinging of the ass on the back strokes.
Then her brother surprised them all again, by withdrawing from the tight sleeve he was screwing, and dropping the slick bulb of his prong down to re-enter his mom's pussy. Rapidly then, sloshing and hunching, making her cunt lips push out the semen that had been inundating her vagina, Brad fucked her pussy with violent, jarring thrusts.
"Like me," his father murmured, "he fucks a lot like me."
Just then his wife gave a little scream and jerked in spasms that rippled over her no longer supine body. "Darling boy-you're making me come-your mother is coming, dear!"
"Me, too, mother ... oh, me, too! I'm shooting off inside your cunt, packing you with my semen, mixing it in there with Dad's ... oh, mother . ... oh my beautiful mother-"
In a writhing heap, Brad Farrow collapsed on top of his mother's heaving body, hanging onto the cheeks of her ass and making small, spasmodic humping against her. When Andrea looked at her mother's face, she saw a contented smile there.
And she knew a swift, burgeoning need to do something extra special with her father and sister, something far out of the ordinary, for her mother to witness, this first time she would see her husband put the prick to their twin daughters.
"Together," she said aloud. "He can do it to Angela and me together."
Tugging at her father's hand, she turned him toward her, and drew him down to the thickly carpeted floor. "Angela, come here, darling. Lie down on top of me. That's right, baby sister, your back against my belly. There-there, Dad; why don't you show mom and Brad how you can screw two little cunts at once?"
He stared happily down into the paired crotches, at the twin cunts with their identically haired pubic mounds, one set just above the other. "You mean, take strokes into one, then the other-top to bottom and back?"
"Sure," Andrea replied. "I'll just hold Angela here on my belly, with our legs spread wide, and you can take turns fucking whichever pussy is handiest. No games, no contest to see which of us can make you come-just a long and joyous fucking, okay?"
"Okay," he said, and massaged one hand up and down the veined trunk of his ready penis. "Hang onto your sister's tits, Andrea-I won't put any more weight on you two than I must, and I'm really going to fuck those exquisite little cunts. Look, Brad-look, Diane; have you ever seen anything more captivating as this pair of artistic little snatches?"
Placing his glans against the top crotch first, he began to shove it into the tight confines of Angela's excited pussy. "Just threw one load," he said, taking his daughter by her miniature waist and holding her still for the pushing rod that forced the elastic band of her cunt lips wider.
When he slipped it deep, when his massive shaft went all the way up inside Angela's micropussy, his balls came to rest against Andrea's cunt. It was good to be tied together this way, she thought, feeling him pull back for another drive into the vagina balanced above her own; it was wonderful to be one of three, or three rolled into one, to be accepted and wanted, giving and receiving within and without.
Daddy stroked it adoringly into Angela's cunt, and Andrea watched her mother's face, looked up into her mother's face on the couch, into the blue-green eyes so soft now. She was smiling up at Mom when her father shifted from her sister's pussy to her own. Even though the fit was tight, her vagina was more used to the size of his prick now, and took it in more readily, pulling the length of it into her fevered slot until she was filled with cock, until the knob of it bumped her cervix.
"Look, Mom," she gasped. "He's got it buried in my cunt; Daddy's prick-your husband's prick-is shoved up me until it can't go any farther. I'm packed with his cock, filled up with this big, wonderful cock that's been fucking you all these years. He shot semen into you from the head of this prick, and I came out-me and Angela and Brad. He fucked you and got us, and now he's fucking me, fucking Angela-and-and Brad has his cock still in you!"
Her mother reached out a hand, and by stretching so that one majestically nippled tit sprang over the edge of the couch, touched Andrea's hot cheek. "Yes, darling, and isn't it nice?"
Closing her eyes then, Andrea concentrated upon screwing her daddy's dick. She clamped her vaginal muscles and released them as he thrust into her; she held tightly to her sister's small but perfect tits and slid her belly over the warm curves of her sister's ass, and her daddy fucked strongly inside her feverish cunt.
Then he was gone again, and her love oils were wetting the crack of her ass as he lifted himself to guide his cock back into Angela. His balls were hers, though, and she bumped her pussy against them every time he plowed his joint up her sister's vagina.
Time blurred for her then, but sensations remained sharp, intense, brightened as if she had been taking LSD and was tripping out. She was stoned, but on sex, she thought; on prick and the inimitable closeness of this finest of all physical loves.
His cock was back with her, sliding and prodding, and she hugged her sister as their daddy laid the meat to her, held her sister close while she wiggled upon the club that was thrilling her so very much.
He stroked into her, and out; he was thrusting deeply into her sister's pussy, and somehow the changes mixed themselves into a blending oneness, a sameness that made little difference whether her father's prick was inside her cunt or out of it. The three of them were humping together, grinding one to the other to the other, and Andrea never knew when she came whether it was on the pile driver of her father's cock, or against the wet slapping of his dangling testicles.
She knew only that her orgasm was tremendous, a whirling kaleidoscope of colors and bright images that dazzled the mind. She knew only that her sister twisted and bucked in her arms, and that the hot river of their daddy's released come flowed sticky down her mound to form a pool under her ass.
Angela grew weightless within her grasp, and somehow her daddy was kissing her, sliding the comforting thickness of his warm tongue into her mouth. And when her eyelids fluttered, the mouth changed upon hers. Angela, she thought hazily, dear, sweet sister Angela, only shy when sex was far away.
But not Diane, either; the new lips were too full and rich, gently mobile over hers, the tongue seeking daintily, not thrusting in the knowledge of mutual hungers.
"Mom!" she cried, into the perfumed delicacy of that lovely mouth. "Oh, mother-you're kissing me!"
"Yes, dear. Oh yes, my beautiful little girl. I'm kissing you because I love you so much."
Andrea fitted her naked body into the curves and hills of her mother's naked body. Mom's big tits were round and soft against her own, covering her own boobs and most of her chest. Mom's mound was wet with the juices of her two men, her two recent lovers, and Andrea's freshly fucked pussy plastered against it.
They were leg wrapped and arm encircled, and they lay upon the carpet kissing, not as superior and inferior, but as lovers, and love was the nicest thing anywhere. It was the beginning and the ending of all things, but most of all, it was to be shared.
Shivering, her mother rose reluctantly from her, and Andrea saw for the first time that they were alone in the room.
"The others are in the pool," her mom said. "You were in half a faint, so I stayed with you."
"I'm glad you did. Mom . .
"Yes, baby?"
"Do you think we could make love-you and I?"
Her mother looked puzzled. "I-do you mean...."
"Yes; I mean the gentle, tender way two women can love each other; the way Angela and I do it sometimes."
"I-I don't know, dear. I never-I mean, I wouldn't know how to-to-" Diane Farrow composed herself, and her beautiful face smoothed itself, banishing wrinkles and the indecision. "But I'll be glad to try, if you'll help me, if you will teach me."
Andrea caught at her, buried her face into the yielding mounds of the magnificent tits, nuzzled the big nipples. "Yes-oh, yes, yes! As soon as we can; as quick as possible."
Her mother helped her up, and they walked nude together out of the house and onto the flag-stoned patio. The others were swimming in the tiled pool, kidding around and splashing. Daddy and Brad and Angela, and the girl was the center of male attention.
It was strange, Andrea thought, as she and her mother stood looking down at the rest of the family while their thighs brushed and they held hands warmly, it was strange, but Brad had not yet screwed either of his sisters. She wasn't all that certain, but she imagined that sister cunt could be almost as good as mother pussy for him, and knew that she was going to find out before much longer.
But neither had the two men gotten one woman between them; so far, there had been exchange and turns taken, but Daddy and Brad hadn't put a girl down and slipped their cocks to her at the same time. It was an exciting concept, and she turned it over in her mind.
Diane dived into the pool, those long, sleek legs flashing and the crisp golden shag of her cunt showing for a split second before she went under. Andrea stood waiting on the apron of the pool, thinking of two men and one woman. Daddy and Brad could do lots of things to her: one in her pussy and one in her mouth; one in her mouth and the other-Brad, of course-in her anus; Brad's cock in her ass and Daddy's up her cunt. Oh wow; that should be enough to run any girl up the wall; any of them ought to be. She would probably never stop coming.
And Mom; oh, wouldn't Mom dig taking on both her men? Andrea realized that she had not seen her mother go down on anyone, man or woman, and that neither had she watched anyone giving Diane oral love. That was something else to be remedied, another lack to be filled.
Angela; sweet little Angela would go wild, if she was pinned between two stroking pricks.
There was so much for all them to do, many things left to sample, to try with and upon each other. There need be no holding back, no embarrassment, nothing to be denied between them. Fun and fantasy; release and gratification; desire and fulfillment ... all avenues were open to them, and they would be foolish not to try them all.
"Come on in!" Angela called. "The water's fine."
Andrea leaned out and let herself fall, giving only a slight push with her toes, but bending at the waist to keep from making a belly flopper.
The water was fine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Too bad they had to rest between sessions, Andrea thought; it would be groovy to screw and screw and screw. But she knew also that they'd burn themselves out, their organs turn jaded and ultra sensitive, sore. The family would have to somewhat pace themselves, but not by artificial schedules or time clocks.
Their sex breaks would have to be decided by each individual, for surely there would come times when someone simply would not want to fuck. Andrea shook her head and lay floating upon her back, the water of the pool lapping at her naked and upright tits; nobody had arrived at that moment as yet. It was all too new and exciting now, and they were just beginning to explore all the sensuous possibilities.
She turned over and drifted slowly to the pool edge, enjoying the feel of water caressing her tits and between her thighs; it was so much better to swim in the nude, bodies unconfined and free. She looked around, and saw that everything was better: Mom and Dad were together in the water, holding to each other, while Angela was lying on the tile with her brother, not doing anything as yet, but with hips touching and his arms across her flat belly.
Andrea climbed dripping from the pool, feeling like a water nymph, if a water nymph was something like a nymphomaniac, because just looking around at the naked bodies of her family made her horny, sent little tingles of anticipation through her flesh and raised bumps on her skin.
It was odd to see casual caresses being exchanged between her sister and father, between her brother and mother, for they weren't the pecks on cheeks, nor the pats on backs or shoulders, but healthy sexual caresses. While they were working on grilled steaks and baked potatoes and green salad, Brad would reach over and slide his hand suggestively over his mother's shapely ass, proud of being able to touch her so.
And Daddy would bend to plant a quick kiss upon Angela's nipple, or to cup Andrea's haunch, or even pat his fingertips lightly and possessively upon the hair of her pubic mound. It was fun, joining in the tactile play that could at any moment turn in foreplay, but they managed to get through a fairly leisurely meal without anyone getting turned on too much. A good thing, Andrea thought, because they could all use the strength the food gave them.
There had been no drinking for awhile, but when the dishes were spinning in the washer, Diane Farrow opened champagne, two big magnums. It was the pink kind, and Andrea drank deeply of the bubbly stuff, liking the tickle in her nose and the upswing of warmth it brought to her tummy.
Angela got the stereo going again, and they laughed over Brad trying to teach Mom the new dances, but no more than when Dad tried them. Andrea and Brad showed them how, making the moves a lot wilder than they would on a dance floor, grinding and shaking it in an insistent rhythm that soon had Brad's cock rising hard, and made Andrea's nipples stiff.
Daddy said, "Why don't you two kids go ahead and make it? But not hidden away somewhere-right here, so your mother and I can watch it? And Angela, too, of course."
"Yes," Andrea agreed, for the time had come to fuck her brother, and it might as well be part of a sexual display to get the others all heated up. It wouldn't be tough for Brad any more, because since he had screwed his mother openly, he was a regular tiger for pussy, not at all embarrassed.
She moved back to the chaise longue, hips undulating and using both hands to cup her small tits, offering their nipples to her brother, playing the tiny, flaming seductress. "Come on, Brad-come on and screw your sister. See how quick you can make me come."
His eyes were hotly upon her rippling body as he followed her to the longue, his rigid prick held in one hand as if it was a weapon with which he was going to attack her. Andrea sensed that in a way, it was going to be kind of a war, that the enmity built up between brother and sister over the years could not be dissipated overnight. Brad Farrow was going to prove his male supremacy over her-or try to.
Lying back upon the chaise and keeping her legs together, Andrea smiled cynically up at him as her brother advanced upon her, aiming the knobbed end of his club, like a crusader in armor might threaten an enemy with a spiked mace.
Brad crawled over on top of her, his mouth going to hers as if it was the kiss of a vampire hungry for her blood. She met it with open lips equally as fierce.
Their lips writhed together, and their teeth clashed; his tongue came ramming into her mouth, and she beat it back with assaults of her own tongue. Gasping harshly, she clenched her legs together and clawed at his back, but all the while her lower belly was bumping up at him, seeking the hard lance of his prick.
He took away his mouth and dropped it instead to the nipple of her left tit, sucking hard, nipping until sharp little dartings of pain radiated from it. She hit him in the balls with her crotch, and he sucked in a noisy breath. His hands squeezed her tits and went to her waist, to her mound, where all they could do was feel her pussy, not get a finger into it because her legs, her thighs, were locked.
"Damn you," he grated, "open up, so I can get my cock in!"
She laughed at him. "No way, big man."
He called her a bitch and forced one knee between her legs, prying them wider, and caught at her cunt with savage fingers. She dug being manhandled that way; she got a kick out of his brutality, and struggled with him as if she was a virgin princess and he was the barbarian rapist intent upon splitting her cherry.
His cockhead shoved against her slit, and she twisted it away. He slid one hand under her ass and rammed a fingertip up her hole, shocking and surprising her so much that she held still for the battering ram of his cock.
It was in her then, pushing deep and solid, . sliding in the oils of her pussy, moving through the clinging membranes of labia and vagina to settle full length, plunged to the balls.
"There!" he grated. "There, you little bitch-I've got my prick socked in you to the hilt. You hot-assed little cocksucker, I've got it poked up your hot, tight snatch, and I'm going to fuck you until your nose bleeds."
Andrea said, hissing it: "Talk, talk, talk!"
But when he pulled back and slammed his cock home with a thrust that popped her head like a whip, she said: "But don't take your finger out of my asshole, please."
Her brother laid the meat to her roughly, savagely, pounding the entrance to her womb, gyrating his prick around inside the tight grasping of her sheath, slapping his balls wetly into her cleft as she arched her back. And he didn't take out his finger, but worked it slowly and teasingly deeper into the narrow ring of her ass.
"You...." he grunted, "you fucked those other guys-and I knew it. Always shaking your little ass at me, poking out your tits and looking at me as if you wanted to pull off my pants. Well, I've got you now, you passionate little bitch, and I'm fucking you until you can't come any more!"
"P-promises, promises," Andrea grunted, because she was right on the verge of hitting her first orgasm, and talking was difficult. But she didn't give up; she curled her head down his chest and her hot mouth found one of his nipples. Drawing it between her teeth, she felt him squirm and heard him moan.
His prick spasmed within her hole, and the erratic lunges made her come. Shuddering and swinging her ass, she bit his chest and slammed her pelvis savagely into his, while the bright pinwheels showered sparks through her mind, while her clitoris thrummed like a tuning fork gone crazy, and her asshole clamped on his finger working there.
It was as if she was caught between two kinds of climaxes, one in her ass and the other in her cunt, and they were both vastly heightened by the presence of the other. Andrea's head whirled and spun, surging palpitations thundered through her pussy. Her brother's cock kept stroking, hammering, pounding. But he couldn't hold back any longer, either. Twisting the head of his prick deeply into the cup of her juicy vagina, Brad erupted the fountain of his boiling semen.
Moaning against her open and panting mouth, her brother said: "Coming, coming into my sister's tight cunt! Oh, you hot little bitch, you sweet little fucker-I-I love you!"
Grinding slowly and adoringly upon his embedded prick, Andrea gasped, "I love you, too!" His come was like lava, blazing in her pussy, blistering her cervix, sizzling into the very walls of her flexing vagina. Her brother's come; her brother's semen, sucked up from the factory of his balls and hurled through the fluctuating head of his beautiful prick.
She had taken her daddy's come, and now her brother's jism, and she loved every fiery drop they could shoot into her. She had swallowed her daddy's semen in great, slippery gulps, and before long, she would also feast upon her brother's come, siphoning it down her throat and into her stomach, where she would digest it and make it a part of her body for all time. Andrea was their bitch; her pussy belonged to them, and her mouth; her asshole would be theirs, also. They could come in her or on her, pump her full of their man juice or spray it over her face, over her tits. She was theirs, to do with as they wanted; she would fuck them and suck them and be their cunt for any kind of far out combination they craved.
She tried to hold him when Brad started to back his cock out of her hotly gripping pussy, squeezed him with her thighs and clamped the muscles of her vagina on his rod, but he eased it on out, slippery and greasy and dripping with the leftover milk of his come.
Her eyes focused slowly, and she looked up at the watchers, the onlookers who had seen every movement of her fucking, who heard every intimate sound and who might even have smelled the musk of their mating sex organs. Her father and her mother and her twin sister-all standing and staring, all smiling, all happy for the superb orgasm she and her brother had shared.
"Wonderful," her Daddy said, his majestic cock sticking out like a flagpole, but thicker and stronger.
"So happy for you," her mother said, her big tits with their hard nipples pointing like little pricks.
And Angela added, "Oh wow."
His first flush of masculine enthusiasm over, Brad Farrow turned away, but not until he had cast a questioning glance at his mother, a look that Andrea interpreted as are-you-jealous? Muttering something under his voice, Brad moved into the house, and Andrea swung her feet off the chaise.
There were other things to do now, and she was so aroused by the fucking she had just shared, that she was ready for more of the same, from whoever wanted to give it, man or woman or both.
Then she caught her mother's eyes-looked deeply into those ocean-foam eyes and saw the question there, the hot look of need and excitement. She got up and took her sister by the hand, placed little lovely Angela just so upon the lounge and caressed the mossy mound of the girl's cunt before stepping away and motioning to her father.
Clark said, "Yes-it's about time your mother saw me screw one of our daughters, and to also see the change in our shy flower here, once Angela has a prick in her."
Diane said, "But Clark-she's so small. Are you sure she can take that huge thing of yours, without being hurt?" He nodded, eyes upon the trim, elfin beauty of his daughter as she lay naked for him. "She's taken it before, and so well, so hotly, that you'd think she'd been screwing all her life, instead of for just a few months."
"Be careful," Diane urged. "She's so doll like." Andrea went to her mother. "Let's sit here on the towels, Mom, where we can watch."
Her mother answered, "I-I'm already so stimulated by watching you and Brad that I don't know how much longer I can last. If anyone had told me less than a week ago that I would have put on such a performance before an audience-that I would have screwed both my husband and my own son within a matter of minutes, I'd have said they were stark raving mad.
"But now here I am, holding one of my twin daughter's hands, preparing to watch my husband-and her father-fuck the other daughter. I must be the insane one."
Andrea put her arm around her mother's shoulders, and they sat with bodies touching from knees to upper arms, close and warm. She said, "No; we're all just waking up and coming alive."
"He-your father is fondling her, feeling her saucy little body, and look: Angela is playing with his cock."
Andrea slid her arm farther, lowered her hand to her mom's breast and let her fingers roam over the resilient mound, thrilling to the texture and shaping of the lovely big breast. "Angela really turns on, especially with Daddy. Watch how she's guiding that cockhead right into the curly red hair of her snatch."
"Oh yes," Diane breathed hoarsely. "I've never seen your father's cock push into a vulva before; it's fascinating."
Her mother's tit was soft, yet firm, and Andrea kneaded its globe with gentle fingers, then felt over to touch the pulsing nipple. She rolled it tenderly between her fingers, between thumb and forefinger, feeling its size and modeling.
Raptly, her mother watched the tableau on the chaise, seeing her husband and daughter blending sexually, the parental prick sliding damply in and out of the juvenile cunt, hearing the tiny hot moans from Angela's bitten lips.
Andrea let go her mom's tit, but with reluctance, and only for as long as it took her to slip around so she could lower her face to the delectable boobies. Snuggling into them, she used both hands to fondle them, to flatten and cup them, and her mouth was suddenly hungry upon the big, flexing nipple. She was once again a baby, suckling food and love from her mother's tit, feeding at the warm faucet of all things safe and protective.
But now she was more. Sucking the nipples between her teeth, she rolled it there, wishing there was actual milk to flow from it, but using her tongue and suction to stimulate rather than to drink. Andrea was girl-child and woman, a kid and an avid bitch, and she wallowed her face, her mouth, over the twin glories of her mother's tits.
Her hands slid over Mom's waist, caressed the rib cage, went back down to the satin hips, across them to the wonderfully rounded thighs so golden and receptive. She felt her mother tremble, and heard the breath coming huskily from her mother's lips, so she had to change her position again, and she was pressing her mouth to Mom's.
Soft and giving, her mother's lips opened, and Andrea's tongue went inside, seeking and finding the honeyed warmth of that other tongue, that cavern spiced with mysteries and flames that had burned for so long unseen.
"Lie back," Andrea whispered into the smooth, polished teeth. "Lie back, Mom, and let me make love to you while you watch Daddy stick his meat to Angela."
There was a hesitancy, a touch of weak resistance, as her mother's old mores came to the forefront, but only for a momentary struggle that was soon overcome. Diane Farrow lay back without a word of protest, and Andrea saw the beating of the pulse in her ivory throat.
Worshipfully, Andrea lay down atop that glossy body, but she didn't hold the ripe mouth with another kiss; instead, she moved her face back to t he marvelously pliant tits, and from them down to the bronzed planes of the belly, wiggling her own body lustfully, feverishly over her mom as she slipped ever downward.
Her heart thundered in her ears when she reached down into the navel with the end of her tongue, and felt the response of erotic shivering, knew the convulsive movement of her mother's thickly-haired mound.
Andrea lifted upon her elbows, took both her firm boobs and mashed them together, then rubbed their sensitive nipples into the rich golden pubic hair of her mom's crotch. She smelled the fragrances there, the thrilling woman scent mixed with the residual attar of semen left by the recent fuckings.
Delicately, she kissed the hairs, let her tongue trail caressing over the mossy bush so spiced and opulent. Her hands stroked over sleek thighs, around to the satin ass cheeks.
"Mom, oh Mom," she sighed, and turned her head in slow arcs to nip the silken insides of the thighs where they joined the body. She licked these, also, then glided her hot, wet tongue back into the bearded forest that covered the palpitating lips of the pussy Andrea desired to love.
Into them she went, but only past the outer labia, licking all the way down to the vee end, back up to the more rounded front. As her mother shuddered and flinched, Andrea kept at it, shoving her tongue deeper, pushing it into the juicy tangle of the inner labia, into the searing cavern of the vagina itself.
Thick, impossibly soft folds of hot flesh en wrapped her tongue, and she began to use it as her father would use the shaft of his prick, working in a sensuous rhythm in and out. Her mother tensed, fell back, then started to roll her belly, to arch her back and to move her thighs open and shut, using the velvet skin to caress Andrea's cheeks.
The clit-ahh, there it was! Quaking and rubbery, sweet to the taste and slick to the touch; Andrea licked it, lapped it, and her hands were now both under the pear-shaped cheeks of her mom's lustrous ass, lifting and spreading this delicious pussy for the feasting.
She sucked them, pushed the lips of her mom's cunt together at the ends so that they bulged in the middle, and opened like some kind of golden haired flower. She sucked it as she would to get the sweet juices from an orange, and her mother moaned in rapture. The clitoris came in and out of Andrea's teeth, and Mom began to really swing with it, to fuck her mouth and face.
Andrea freaked out, snuffling deeply into that bucking pussy, chewing the lips and pulling at the clitoris as if she meant to swallow it down. She clawed the cheeks of her mother's surging ass, and drank thirstily of the flowing juices from the flowing cunt. Her cheeks were wet, and her chin dug into the hairy cleft. She buried her nose inside, and tried to take it all in her mouth, to draw in every succulent and savory bit.
"D-darling!" her mother cried. "Oh, my darling-I can't stand it-it's tearing me apart-I'm going insane! Andrea, sweet, sweet child, I'm coming-COMING!"
Gurgling into the flexing vagina, Andrea continued to eat her mother's pussy, to chew and bite and suck. She worried the bulging clit with her teeth and her ardent tongue, knowing a mild climax in her own cunt because of the intensity of her mom's wildly foaming orgasm.
She didn't want to leave the spicy depths of Diane Farrow's excited cunt, for the singular intimacy was matchless, even closer that having her daddy's cock in her mouth, even closer than having her sister's tongue in her pussy. It was unreal, right enough in operation and conception and now in the tempestuous completion, but somehow still retaining a dream-like quality.
Both her hands were on her mother's groin, one hand now drawing tickle paths across the very top of the mound where the beautiful swell began, where the public hair grew sparsely and fine as silken strands. The other played languorously along the inner thigh, drawing a thumbnail slowly up and down.
Her tongue slid greasily out of the multiple folds of labia, prolonging contact by licking the humid droplets along the now puckered slot. She then kissed the steamy hairs, as if saying a temporary goodbye, and still she caressed, yet she stroked and fondled the creamy skin, the flawless skin that exuded a daintily feminine scent all its own.
Turning her head to lay her warm cheek against the fluffy pillowing of her mother's crotch, Andrea stared over at the chaise which she had forgotten during her first sexual experience with her mom. She saw her father and sister, welded together in a state of stasis, very still in that enchanted moment of completion when nothing could be wrong with or in the world. His balls were covering the delicate crack of the miniature ass, and his prick was hidden to the hilt within the mini-pussy of his passionate daughter. They looked lovely together, Andrea thought, and knew that she was looking at the mirror image of herself, that her identical twin was her, when she was fucking her father.
But she had done something here that her sister had yet to accomplish; she had eaten her mother's cunt and made Diane explode in bursts of ecstasy. Angela would enjoy that, too, and maybe they could all get together in a daisy chain-daughter to mother to daughter. That would be fantastic.
Beyond the interlocked bodies on the longue, Brad Farrow came back onto the patio, and crossed directly to his mother, but only after a long and searching look at Angela and their dad.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Andrea and Angela were on the outskirts of the action later that evening, but they didn't really mind. They had also been close, as identical twins are apt to be, but more so now that they were sharing sex and lovers. They were content at times to simply be together, as the one they were rather than two, and if their lust got the better of them, they could always make love in the sensuous, intriguing and basically simple ways they had discovered for themselves.
Besides, Andrea thought, what they were about to watch was so interesting, they'd be foolish to miss it. When their own turns came, they could swing in the same fashion, if they so desired. But for now, it was their mother's turn.
They had all been at the champagne, for Diane seemed to relax better if she was about half smashed, and Brad also lost a good deal of his embarrassment, and maybe his badly hidden jealousy of his father, Andrea decided. The kid still had ideas that his daddy was overshadowing him in some kind of goofy competition for his mother's affection, or maybe he felt guilty about fucking her, and felt that his father was bound to turn on him in a possessive rage, to batter him as an old herd bull will do to any young upstart who tries to move in on the harem.
He had to learn that Daddy wanted him to fuck Mom, that the sharing was to be on an all around basis. And this combination that was working itself up would do just that, Andrea figured, because they would be sharing Mom between them.
They had just sort of eased into it, and now Mom was curled on the living room couch between her husband and her son. Her head was against Clark's chest, and her shapely ass was pressed into Brad's lap. Andrea sipped her glass of wine and sighed.
"Mom is too much, isn't she, Angela?"
"Great," Angela agreed. "I guess Brad will screw her enough times to take the edge off his fascination with her, and I'll get a chance at his cock."
"Sure," Andrea agreed. "He couldn't do much with me at first, because he was still uptight about the brother-sister thing. But we swung pretty good, I think, once we stopped fighting each other. Besides, it was fun for me to get sort of raped, for a change. Brad will ball you, the next chance he gets. If he doesn't get right with it, you and I will throw him down and sit on him, and rape him."
Angela giggled. "Could we do that?"
"Of course. Once we get him flat on his back, I'll guarantee to make him raise a hard, and after that, it'll be easy. Now be quiet, and let's watch Mom take on both her guys."
Diane was the aggressor up front; she was kissing her husband's chest, and they could see her running a quick red tongue into his chest hair, see her nipping playfully at his nipples. He was squeezing her tits as if they were ripe melons, and he was checking them for seeds. She eased her head on down, down, and when she was chewing at the corded base of his cock, her husband stroked the golden head of her, wiggling slightly in anticipation of what long experience had taught him was going to be an excellent blow job. How many times over the years of their marriage had Mom given him head, Andrea wondered, and knew it couldn't matter, that each time was great, if they were not bored with their sex life.
She looked at her brother; he was sliding his hands over his mother's sleek ass, down over her belly, down still more until his fingers were tangling themselves into the springy shag of her cunt hair. He would from time to time glance across the length of her body to where she was licking up and down the veined thickness of his daddy's rod, then quickly look back at his own target, the coveted pussy.
Diane felt his ministrations, and hiked one foot, lifted a long and lovely leg to pass it over her son's bent head, and by the single move, had him between her thighs as she rolled the lower half of her body. Her crotch aimed upward at Brad, the pulsing, always ready center of her son's universe presented to him with the gleaming of its reddened labia.
Her head lifted also, but only to stretch its lips over the huge knob of her husband's prick. Diane only took in the very tip of the purplish glans, only pulled the slit into her mouth; there she chewed upon it, licked at it, and evidently thrust the end of her wet tongue into the opening, for Clark flinched and dug his fingers into the golden wealth of her hair.
Brad moved his prick toward the promise of her cunt, rubbing his own distended glans up and down, around and across the torrid slot, tickling himself in the sultry forest of her pubis, stimulating his mother that much more by his teasing approach.
The head paused, pushed tentatively into the wetly beckoning entranceway to her cunt, and the play was over. Caught in the sudden onrush of a need too strong to be denied, Brad shoved the end of his long, slim prick into the grasping blaze of his mother's beautiful pussy, and reached bottom in that one desperate thrust.
He was buried to the balls inside her, crotch to crotch, their pubic hairs mixing, his balls finding a home in the lily white crack of her ass. Brad was once again locked into the place he adored more than anywhere else, his mother's hot cunt.
He began to stroke, his fingers playing with her mound as his cock backed out almost to the flanges on its head, his fingers dipping into her pussy to feel his cock slide over her fluttering clitoris, knowing her lubrication both on his finger and his penis.
Andrea pulled her sister's head to her shoulder, and Angela kissed her on the throat, moved lightly up to nip her ear lobe. Andrea murmured: "They're in her, both of them."
"Yes," Angela sighed. "She's eating Daddy's cock, and Brad has his prong up her pussy, all the way. That must be a truly marvelous sensation for her." Andrea watched hypnotized as her mom bobbed her mouth up and down on her dad's prick. The massive head popped out of her mouth occasionally, but Diane recaptured it swiftly, and her fingers played up and along the trunk of the veined rod, sometimes petting the swollen testicles, sometimes tracing a path beneath the staff all the way p to the glans and her own busy chin.
Brad continued to pump his prick into her vagina, making corkscrew motions with his ass, driving long, slow thrusts into her body, and she rotated her ass each time he hit bottom. Son and husband, one in the mouth, one in the snatch, Andrea thought; a woman was magnificently loved, from both ends. Twice adored was Diane Farrow, and her lovers were paying homage to her beauty, her sexuality, with every stroke of their hard cocks.
The rhythms began to blend, to flow, to become one with the spinning of the earth, and Andrea just had to become a part of the whole, a cog in that gorgeous wheel of lust.. Rising, she walked with her sister to the trio entangled on the big sofa. There they separated, Andrea closing with her brother, Angela moving to lean over her father.
Andrea caught Brad's head between her warm palms and turned it to her, so she could kiss him on the mouth. As he drove his prick more quickly into the golden cunt, she matched his strokes with swift thrusts of her tongue.
Angela was kissing Daddy the same way, she saw from the corner of her eye, and at last the five of them were laced into a magic circle.
Her brother groaned into her mouth, and his body gave a long spasm as he launched a hissing ejaculation of semen into his mother's grinding wet pussy. He bit Andrea's lip, and his tongue filled her throat as he twisted and shook in the throes of his coming.
Andrea seemed to feel his excitement, and that of the others who were coming-her mother, bucking and spiralling her cunt upon the slippery prick hidden within her feverish body; her father, lifting himself slightly from the couch as his cock was sucked to an explosion of semen from its distended head. Only she and Angela weren't experiencing orgasms, yet they were included in them, and the sensations were terrific.
Moving away, Andrea touched her brother's cheek, dropped her fingers to gently caress the base of his prick, where it was buried into her mother's cunt; she felt the slickness of his rod, the oil of the pussy lips, and sighed because she could not be all things to all people.
It would be wonderful to come equipped with both a prick and a cunt, she thought, so she could fuck and be fucked at the same time. It wasn't that she didn't dig being a woman; she simply wanted to try it all, be it all, male and female and unisex.
Angela turned away from the trio on the couch, and came with her to the bar, where they had more champagne that they both felt hit bottom and spread warmly through their bodies.
"Are we going to get plastered?" Angela asked. "It doesn't look like those three are going to turn loose of each other."
"Might as well," Andrea said. "We can always go to bed together-and that's not bad, either."
"No, it isn't. But I was kind of hoping to swing with Brad tonight. He gets so damned involved with Mom, though. Hey-would you look at them now? They're getting ready to change over, to swap places with each other."
Swallowing more sip of chilled wine, Andrea wheeled on her barstool and looked. It was true; the men were untangling themselves from Diane Farrow, taking their cocks from the clenching of her golden pussy, from the red-lipped grasp of her hungry mouth. Her father climbed from the sofa and stood for awhile with his muscled, hairy legs apart, and his heavy prick as hard and tall if he hadn't just gotten a fine blow job.
His son moved less certainly from between his mother's thighs, his cock slim but long, the slick red knob on its end oozing the remnants of his ejaculation. Brad looked down at the floor, took a deep breath, then stared up directly at his father and smiled.
"Good job, son," Daddy said. "You really made your mother come. I felt her orgasm clear up in her mouth. Go around there now, and give her that young cock to eat. The only other one she's ever had in her mouth is mine."
"Okay, Dad," Brad grinned, and the men passed each other to take up their new positions.
The girls watched as their father kneeled upon the couch, and their mother spread her long, slim legs to receive him. Brad moved to her head, sat down, and she immediately turned her face into the hairy forest of his crotch, lapping her red tongue around the wet root of it, pushing it into his pubic hair and the upper reaches of his scrotum, where his and her juices were mixed. Brad lay his hands upon his mother's blonde head, and leaned back with closed eyes to let her have his cock.
Below, Clark Farrow ran his hand into his wife's crotch to feel the slippery blending of semen and her love oils that gleamed wetly there. Setting himself just so, he then steered the big head of his prick into the saturated and sudsy hair, the trunk of his massive penis writhing with swollen veins, his balls puffing slowly with another rising load of come.
Andrea saw him maneuver his glans for only a second, then push in the blunt tip. Wet and hot, freshly screwed, that cunt gulped him in, and the entire length of his immense cock vanished into the creamy depths of her mother's pussy.
How did one man feel, when his prick slid in where another man's semen still puddled hotly? Was a pussy any better, or worse, for being filled with additional greasy come? She stared at her daddy's face, and saw a rapt expression of nearly indescribable bliss there, and thought that he must really dig it. His son had fucked the same cunt his cock was working in now, and eased the way for him, made it juicier and hotter. He enjoyed the extra lubrication, and the psychological kick of such sharing.
Daddy fucked, his hand around her hips, his thumbs far down into her pussy, wiggling into the steamy lips as he prodded his shaft steadily into her sheath.
And she was eating her son's prick. Diane was paying the head of Brad's cock the same dedicated attention as she had earlier given to his dad's. The glans were deep in her mouth, and Andrea saw her mother's cheeks dip in and out as she sucked and let go, pulled and released. Andrea knew that all the while that educated tongue was working, dipping into the wet slot, curling around the edges, tickling and caressing.
Neither guy would be good for much when this session was over, Andrea thought; not after letting go two loads within a short time. But just because he was young, Brad should recover first, although it might take a lot of doing to get him eager for pussy right away.
She looked at her father stroking his penis lovingly into her mother's well trained and well used cunt; she watched Brad beginning to wiggle as the feeling got excited in his prick, as his mom's mouth made wetly siphoning love to it.
She spun slowly around and held out her wine glass for her sister to refill. Angela splashed some champagne over her hand, trying to look at the fucking and at the glass, too.
"They-they're getting ready to come again!" she said huskily. "Don't you want to see it all, Andrea?"
"Sure," Andrea said, and spun again, drinking from her glass, feeling tipsy and high and maybe a little goofy. Not jealous, she thought doggedly; nobody in this whole swinging family had any right to be jealous, or envious, or whatever the hell. They had too much going for them to screw it up with petty quarrels, to sulk over somebody getting a shade more prick than somebody else.
Still, it would have been nice to be on the receiving end of that pair of cocks that her mother was getting now, for the second time around. She drank some more wine, and blinked owlishly down from her perch.
Brad moaned and heaved up against the cup of his mother's sucking, drawing mouth, holding her head between his hands and fucking it rapidly with quick, short thrusts of his cock and balls.
Clark pumped his rod almost frantically into the sloshing cunt, spraying excess liquids as he hammered it home into his wife.
And Diane writhed, surged, twisted; she quivered and shook, and there was a fine sheen of sweat all over her squirming body.
"They're coming," Angela breathed in awe. "They're coming all together, the three of them at once. Oh! Oh, Andrea-isn't it just wonderful?"
"Nothing but," Andrea said, and meant it. But she was also either drunk or tired or horny or whatever. She needed to lie down for awhile, and besides-there wouldn't be any more fucking going on in the next few minutes.
She took her glass with her, a little wobbly in the knees as she went upstairs and down the long, carpeted hall to her room. Draining the glass, she balanced it carefully upon a bedside table and made her way into the bath, where first she tinkled. Then she got the shower going and climbed in, thinking that screwing was loads of fun, but that it was also tiring and had a tendency to get people sticky.
Soaping, humming to herself, she played games under the water, sliding her hands over her tits and down into the furry pelt of her pussy, making bubbles that were swiftly washed away down the drain.
So much fucking, she thought, aware that she was woozy from the champagne. Daddy and Mom, Brad and Mom, Daddy and Brad with Mom; not jealous, damn it, not green eyed; Andrea's eyes were just about purple; Mom's eyes were green.
She turned off the shower and stepped out, the bath mat blotting up the rivulets. The towel felt scratchy, felt tickly, and she rubbed it sensuously all over her skin. Her hair must be a mess, she thought; have to wash it thoroughly. That pool chemical played hell with its softness and shine.
She was just about to lie down on her bed when the door opened and her sister came in. "Andrea? Did you drink too much?"
"Yeah; going to bed-alone."
"Is that how you want it ... alone?"
Andrea stared owlishly. "Nope. But go take your shower, first. Not swinging with any sticky kid."
Her twin smiled at her and hurried into the bath.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Andrea came down for breakfast a little late, and there was a small pulsing behind her eyes, a hangover that reminded her she had better take it easy on champagne from here on.
"Hi," her father said, over his coffee cup. He looked nothing but great in his jeans and scuffs, his suntanned skin set off by the dazzling whiteness of his teeshirt.
And Mom-very much the young matron, in starched gingham and a ruffled apron, in her usual high heels that made her legs that much better. She appeared fresh and perky, her hair done and her mouth touched with lipstick. It was difficult to see her cool, brisk aloofness and imagine her as she had been only the night before, fucking and being fucked, and handling both her husband and her son at the same time.
"Andrea, dear; good morning. I'll have your omelet in a jiffy; pineapple juice at the bar." Her mother could make her feel awkward and childish, without even trying. Drinking her juice, Andrea remembered what she had done with her mother, and the sense of insecurity faded swiftly. She made Mom come and squirm and go about out of her skull, and her mother had loved having her pussy eaten. She wouldn't ever tower over her daughter again, and it was much nicer for them to meet on the same emotional level.
She asked, "Where are the kids?"
Mom brought her plate, the Spanish omelet sided by toast slices. "Cindy called early, and since you were still sleeping, they went over to see her. Besides, your father and I thought it might be better this way; we wanted to be alone with you."
Andrea ate heartily, drank richly creamed coffee. "Why?"
Dad answered: "So we could make love to you-both of us. We feel you got left out last night, both you and your sister, but there just wasn't enough of Brad and me to go around."
"Yes," her mother said, pouring her another cup. "And your brother-well, it's so intense, this attraction we have for each other, at least right now. You girls worked a lot of that first enthusiasm off, with your father, while I was gone. Brad and I are still entranced. But I want you, too, Andrea-and your sister. We love you equally, and you-you've already shown me how you feel about me."
Andrea swallowed coffee. "You mean the three of us are going to make it? Groovy; I'm glad I slept late."
Her daddy grinned, handsome and maturely grey and spiced with the scent of shaving lotion and soap. Andrea grinned back and said, "Right now I'm thinking of all the itchy women who want to screw you, Daddy; and of all the horny husbands who have been trying to get you in a comer, Mom. Wow! If they knew how marvelous you both really are, they'd be attacking our house in one big mass rape try."
Her mother laughed and said, "Maybe we ought to try that some day, dear. What's it called-a gang bang?"
"I don't know about that," Clark protested. "I wonder if I can accept some stranger-or neighbor-putting the prick to my hot and beautiful wife. With Brad, it's different."
Andrea said, "Oh Daddy, you'd probably dig it. But for right now, I'm with you. As long as we're into this incest bag, let's just keep it in the family."
"Where else?" he asked, and they all giggled together.
And after breakfast, when they had soaked up more sun in the patio, when they were feeling the slight tension of sexual desire, her mother made the first move. She said, "Why don't we go into the playroom?"
She led the way, svelte hips swinging in slow and compelling arcs, long legs moving with that special kind of attractive grace. Andrea thought that if she was a man, she would have screwed her mother long ago; she just couldn't watch all that sexy movement and be cut off from fulfillment in that burnished pussy, or that ripe, red mouth, or both.
Andrea followed into the dimness of the playroom and stood uncertainly until the lights went on. There was the big sofa where Daddy had first screwed her twin sister, where he had fucked Cindy, thinking it was only that active cunt he was getting into. It was like a homecoming, she thought.
Diane Farrow moved to her daughter. "Let me undress you, darling. I'll just whip out of my own clothes first...."
Her mother moved smoothly, Andrea thought; the hips rolled and the shoulders jiggled, and the gingham dress came right off. The woman was pantied and wearing a bra, but only for seconds longer. The bra went, and the globes of succulent flesh leaped happily from their confinement, the nipples vibrating with joy. Then the nylon snuggies, peeled off over flashing legs that veed just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of a pubic mound abundantly haired with gold.
"Now, dear; I haven't taken off your clothes since you were very young. You have always been so independent. I wish you were wearing more than shorts and halter, so we could extend this moment of closeness."
Soft and knowing hands reached behind Andrea and unsnapped the halter. As it drifted down, her mother kissed Andrea's lips, slipping her tongue in only briefly, while her fingers traced the out lines and texture of her daughter's tits and massaged the stiffly erect nipples. r
"So adorable," Diane breathed. "Such a wonderfully modelled little body, a perfect Venus in miniature. I'm so proud to have produced a daughter like you, Andrea."
The hands slipped into the top of the nylon shorts, flipped the button and downed the zipper. Mechanically, Andrea stepped out of the shorts as they puddled about her feet.
"The loveliest little cunt ever," Diane murmured, tapping its quivering surface with butterfly fingers. "The hair is so enticing, that sunburst coloring, and the shaping of your lips is an artistic delight."
Andrea stood trembling, turned on by the tender, worshipful approach, by the profuse compliments her mother was paying to her body. Diane went suddenly to her knees and pressed her hungry mouth deeply into Andrea's belly, wrapping her arms around her daughter's trim waist and slamming her own tits hard into Andrea's crotch.
"Hey!" Clark said. "Together, remember? Anyhow, you'll collapse the girl, if you go down on her while she's standing up like that."
Diane climbed back up and took Andrea's hand to guide her to the couch. "Let me make oral love to her, Clark. You know I've never done that to any woman. If she wants you-well, she can ask for you."
He sat on the sofa, legs spread and his mammoth cock risen to its renewed strength and full size. It was still an awesome object, Andrea thought, and lay down with one knee bent and that foot on the floor. The other was straight out, leaving plenty of room between her taut thighs.
As Diane climbed onto the sofa and kneeled there, her hands touching her daughter here, drifting there, tingling and fondling over pussy and thighs and the dips of buttocks, Andrea found that her heart was thundering madly and her pulses had turned into frantic tom-toms. Excitement filled her throat; her mom, her regal, often imperious mother, was just about to go down on her. Her majestic mother was preparing to eat her pussy, and she couldn't have wanted it done by anyone else.
So beautiful, her mom was, the soft white tits swinging down as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed mesmerized upon the fluffy hair of Andrea's mound, her red lips shining as her quick tongue licked lasciviously over them, in preparation.
Eyes fluttering, Andrea looked at her father, looked up and back, and he lifted her head upon his lap. In obedience to some unspoken command, she turned her head and snugged her cheek against the warm shaft of his prong.
Then her mother's mouth felt into her pubic area, and Andrea flinched as if she had been stabbed by a hot needle. There was that same kind of sudden shock, pain that was not quite pain, but something else, a joyful sharp agony that made itself brighter, then faded into a rapture that Andrea had never before known.
The teeth, the tongue-searching along her flinching wet labia, sliding and laving, washing and sampling. Hot breath and nipping teeth, and as Andrea involuntarily squirmed, that provocative tongue pushed into her vagina. It was kind of a prick, sort of a cock, but then it wasn't; cocks and pricks were great, but the magical softness of another woman's tongue was incomparable.
"Mom! Oh lord-ohhh, Mother, Mother! Darling Mom; make love to my cunt, lick into my pussy-oh yes, yes-take hold of my clit-like that, like , THAT!"
Rolling her head, she kept bumping into the upright staff of her father's huge prick, kept rubbing her gasping lips into the thickly haired . mounds of his balls. It was natural instinct to run out her tongue and lick the scrotum, to use her tongue in somewhat the same manner as a tongue was being used in her cunt.
Sideways, Andrea's teeth caught hold of her daddy's swollen prick, and she chewed along that pulsing stem until she reached the flared and spongy head. She stopped biting and licked around that perimeter.
In her vagina, great waves of warmth were rolling, and her hips made tick-tocking motions, bumped gently into the grasping sweetness of her mother's mouth. Her clit strained and strummed, and she was sure that the walls of her sizzling vagina were gushing forth love potions that would soon flood her mom's entire face.
Somehow, her fingers found and tangled themselves into that luxurious golden hair, and she pressed her mother's face ever deeper into the humping, juicy slot. Blindly, needing something oral for herself, she twisted her head around and lifted one elbow. "Daddy, please?"
"Yes, baby," he said softly, and tipped the head of his prick so she could suck it into her open mouth.
"Ummm!" she moaned, and his wondrous cockhead was a nipple she was feeding from, and a lollipop to lick, and a banana to suck upon, to run her tongue over and into and to try getting far back into the velvet confines of her throat. She craved to swallow him, to draw the entire length of his prick down her avid throat, as she could take it to the balls within her pussy. But it couldn't be forced so far, so she had to content herself with bobbing her head up and down on it.
Down below, skyrockets were going up into her cunt. Each touch of her mother's teeth sent hot bright thrills racing and wheeling throughout her body. Mom was eating, lapping, sucking and sucking....
"Uuuuhh!!" The grunt vibrated around her daddy's prick, and she was coming, reaching a maddened orgasm in such suddenness that she could only thrash her legs and buck her searing pussy into her mother's adoring mouth.
Sucking violently, she pulled and let go, caressed the big glans with tongue and teeth, and as her free hand played with her daddy's balls, she felt them tense and jump in her palm. Then the onrush of semen jetted savagely into her mouth, spreading its sticky hotness over the roof of her mouth and packing her cheeks. Swallowing, she siphoned more from the faucet of his prick, to drink that down in exultation while the dartings of her tongue called for more and more.
She was in a daze when they lifted her away from them. Andrea's emotions had stunned her, turned her numb, and she was panting as if she had run the hundred meter dash. But they weren't done with her; not just then. Turning limply in her father's hands, she discovered that he was hiking her high enough so that he could fit her vulva down upon the drippy head of his prick.
She was turned again, soon as the big rod was shoved up her vagina to pack it from labia to cervix. Her ass was slanted up, and her head down, and there it was-the damply captivating shaggy cunt, with scarlet lips calling her into them.
As her father gave a push, Andrea's head went down into that alluring mound, and as he began to slowly fuck her in dog fashion, she was once again eating her mom's beautiful pussy. Golden hair-brushed her nose, and silken thighs came together upon her cheeks.
That massive cock slid in and out, and her daddy pulled her stretched pussy over it like she was a greasy sock, his balls tapping against her thighs from behind. It was a new feeling for her, and a good one. He penetrated so deeply this way, and the sensations were different, with more pressure against her clitoris.
Eyes closed, she licked into the hotly working cavity and felt him prodding into her own sheathing-slush-slosh-slush. Andrea was between them, used by them, and she wanted to be nowhere else.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was night again, and they were gathered in the living room. A lot of living had been done in this room, Andrea thought, real living, not newspaper reading and TV watching and putting together puzzles and crap like that. Real living and loving and all the sensuous things that made life-worthwhile, that turned boredom into swinging.
She and her father and mother had spent time in the sauna, and yelling around under the icy nozzles of the jet showers that substituted for a snow filled pool. They had pummeled and massaged each other, and found a curiously gratifying sexuality in that, also. There had been time for them to find new things, to discover extra facets of personality.
After the long, fulfilling session on the playroom sofa with both her parents, Andrea hadn't roused to any degree of sensual need for the rest of the day. She had been drained, somewhat mauled, licked and sucked and fucked until she nearly freaked out. When they were finally done screwing her and each other, Andrea was interested only in food and drink and a rebuilding of the energies of her body.
After the steam and shower, there was sun and the pool; there was lunch of crisp salads and tasty seafood, and frosty beer to wash it all down. There had been a long nap, even, and a bath before dinner. Rare steak and potatoes au gratin, custard with fruit whipped in, and brandy, after.
Andrea didn't know what her twin sister and Brad had been doing all day, but since they had spent it with Cindy Baker, she had a pretty accurate idea. But now they both looked rested and eager for more, and when the fine dinner was digested, Clark Farrow got up to mix some more potent brandy punch, and to make an announcement.
"My wonderful family: as much as I hate to say it, I have to get back to business tomorrow, and fly out of town for about a week. Okay, okay-but we still have the entire night before us. And since your mother and I spent such a long and enjoyable afternoon with Andrea, we thought you'd all be agreeable to letting Angela choose the project for tonight. Is that all right with you, Brad, Andrea?"
"Sure," Brad answered, and Andrea nodded agreement.
Angela looked around, embarrassed for a fleeting second, then regaining her new aplomb. "I accept, Daddy, and I think I can make it really interesting for everybody concerned." She pointed a delicate finger at Andrea, and at her mother.
"We three will get stripped now, and lie down, holding hands. On our backs, I think. Mom, you'll be in the middle, and Andrea, you on the far side there."
Andrea began peeling out of shorts and jeans, not needing any urging except for the blood leaping in her body. "What are the men going to do?" she asked.
Angela was stepping out of her jeans; she kicked them across the room and giggled. "Why, I thought you knew! They'll be fucking us, of course-but in order, and changing over from me to Mom to you, Andrea. Brad will start on Mom, and Daddy on me, and when they've taken a few strokes into our cunts, then they'll make a switch. Brad will climb on you, and Daddy will slip his luscious big rod into mother. I'll just have to do without, until Daddy changes over to Andrea, and my brother comes to me."
"Wow," Andrea murmured. "That's pretty far out, but groovy. Suppose one of them comes into somebody? Does he get ruled out?"
Her sister shook her auburn head. "No way, baby. He keeps right on going, just as long as he can keep a hard on, because if he can't hold it stiff, then he's got to use his tongue instead of his limp cock. At least until the other guy poops out, or all of us deserving women are completely satisfied."
Brad Farrow grunted. "Is there such a thing as a female chauvinist pig-or sow?"
Their father laughed, the sound rich and full bodied. "Our shy little violet has turned into a tiger lily. Okay, darling; your brother and I will jump through your hoop. Come on, Brad-we'll show these three beautiful women that we can fuck as long as they can."
"And probably better," Brad added, dropping his jeans and squirming from his pullover shirt.
Andrea saw that his young prick was already lifting to the challenge, long and hard and slim, balanced by that happy bulb on the end. She threw a quick glance at her daddy, and saw his shaft up and erect, a commanding meat pole that any woman would admire, and feel a trembling of fear about.
But she wasn't afraid of it now, and neither were her sister and mother; they all went down upon the thick carpet, reaching out and catching hands, all of them feeling the tremble of excitement, of a new yearning. Looking across the fabulous globes of her mother's tits, she saw her sister taking up a position, small, polished knees lifted and spread, to give the lovers plenty of room between her slim thighs.
Diane Farrow's legs were stretched out flat, and the golden hairs on her mound made an enticing patch upon the fair whiteness of her skin where the tan didn't reach.
Clark Farrow kneeled between Angela's thighs, and braced the knob of his prick against the caressing fur of her cunt. Beside him, his son crawled near to the beacon of his mother's beguiling pussy, and made the same motion with his own prong, centering its action end into the wetly quivering labia that would soon part for him, that would soon open to allow his boyish cock to slip lovingly up into his mother's vagina.
There was a concerted movement as Andrea watched, a move not signalled by anyone, that she could tell, but an unconscious starting of unity. Daddy's long, thick prick eased into the tight elastic of his daughter's inflamed cunt. Brad's long, slim prick thrust hungrily into the depths of his mom's waiting cunt. Two sets of testicles swung into place against the clefts that palpitated for their soft weight.
Sensuously, using a twisting motion, both men burrowed deeply into their respective vulvas, drew back, rolled their asses, stroked it into the depths again. Andrea thought that her father and brother had a good deal in common when they screwed, using much of the same motions, voluptuous and erotic.
Brad said sharply: "I-I've got to pull it out and change over, or I'll blow off into Mom's pussy."
Dad said, "Back it out then, and I'll take your place."
Then her brother was hovering over Andrea, and she opened her legs for him, lifting her knees into the same position as Angela was using, so that she would get the full effect of the cocks, so that she could take them all the way up and lock them one by one into the storehouse of her cunt.
Brad hesitated, delayed, and she knew it was to cool off his prick so he wouldn't come prematurely. Andrea waited calmly, watching Daddy mount Mother, watching that slippery rod plunge so powerfully into the bronze cunt it knew so well.
Then her brother prodded the lips of her own pussy with his anxious prick. Jellied around its throbbing glans by the oils of their mom's vagina, Brad's cock worked into her tight slit, forcing its path through the labia layers and up into the narrow cavern of the hole itself.
Hands held flat against her belly, he pressed down gently upon it, and upon the upper reaches of her mound. Thrusting into her shivering cunt, he massaged her snatch as well, timing the circular motions with the strokes of his prick. It was a thoughtful, loving combination, and Andrea silently thanked him for it as she rolled her crotch and clenched her ass.
She had to look, had to watch as her daddy fed the meat into her mother, and she squeezed down upon Mom's fingers as it happened, making that tactile contact with them both. She felt the long, unhurried pumping of her brother's cock, the caress of his swinging balls against her hole. It was as if she was being well fucked, yet she was also her mother, knowing too that massive prick of her father.
Brad could not contain himself much longer. Already, he was shivering and spacing out his strokes. She turned her head and smiled up into his intent face. "It's okay, darling. You can pull out now."
Sighing with relief, he carefully withdrew his long cock and sat back with its head threatening to blow at any moment. Andrea could see it flex, see the pulsing of the blunt tip where there was some seepage and the polishing of her fluids.
Andrea wanted to giggle as her brother got up and moved slowly, back to the other end of the line, where he would dip his prick into the tight cunt of his other sister. That would be his third pussy, within a matter of minutes. Andrea wanted to laugh because he was moving with such exaggerated care, his knobbed penis stiffly out, and his legs spread wide apart.
But he made it to where Angela lay waiting, and sat back upon his haunches, allowing the head of his stimulated prick to cool down. Andrea stopped watching him then, because her daddy had lifted himself from between her mom's golden thighs and was crawling over to her.
Dearest Daddy, with his immense penis like a barber pole without the stripes, the head of it an enormous bulb, his scrotum hanging low like his balls were weighted and pulling the sack out of shape. Darling Daddy, so sweet and attentive and with his passions stirred so that he was as active as a young lover once more.
He fondled her dewy pussy for only a second, then pressed the eager tip of his prong into the soapy cleft his son's cock had just left. Hands upon her small hips, he slid his prick forward, and the glans penetrated, stretched her labia, made an entrance into the tight well of her vagina.
In it went, and farther in, until the spongy head punched gently into her cervix. She was filled with his meat, jammed and packed with that gorgeously thrilling cock.
"Fuck him well, my dear," her mother said throatily. "He has such a wonderful prick. Screw him with love."
"I will, Mom-I will." Andrea shoved her cunt around that monstrous rod and wiggled her ass, giving her father all the velvets of her pussy walls, all the little dips and valleys touching along the length and thickness of his shaft. She flexed the muscles of her cunt and pressed down upon the moving head of his pecker.
She was juicy and hot; she was squirmy and tight, and her daddy's lunging cock couldn't have found a better home. Andrea laid it up to him, opened herself as far as she could possibly go, and took in his prick from point to swollen hilt.
Grinding and humping, Andrea knew that her daddy wasn't going to pull out of her eager pussy, that her carnal movements were about to make him come. She pointed her feet straight up, dug her fingertips into his hips, and hammered her crotch into him as if it was a pile driver and his cock was the piling.
Head rolling from side to side, biting her lips and moaning, Andrea humped and churned, and her cunt made wringing motions, drawing upon the meat pole within its flowing interior. She was really fucking her daddy-daddy!!-and nobody could ever fuck her any better. His prick piled and backed, and she rode his mammoth log with a keen and growing ecstasy.
"Oh darling-baby-Andrea! Shake that sweet little pussy, baby-roll that tight little ass. Oh, oh darling-my adorable little girl! I'm about to come! I'm going to pump my come into you, flood that hot little cunt-ah! Ahhhh!"
Andrea came with him, heaved and gasped when the first boiling spurt of his semen gushed into her vagina. Her clit shivered and throbbed and the tempestuous feelings stormed through her pussy, clipped her asshole tight, knotted her belly.
Deeply locked within her tissues, her father's prick continued to ejaculate, rinsing her womb with a bubbling stream of come, soaking her vaginal walls and pushing out to dribble thickly down into her uptilted ass.
She shook; she bounced wildly against his crotch and raised her face to bite him savagely in the hair of his chest. Andrea ate him up with her cunt, ravished him with her pussy, raped him with all the attack weapons of her undulating vulva.
"You-you-oh Daddy, oh, my Daddy!"
"Andrea, sweet little passionate Andrea. What a wonderful piquant body, what a saucy little cunt! I'm such a lucky bastard, to be able to even kiss such a fabulous snatch, much less fuck it."
"Daddy darling-fuck me always-never stop fucking me, for I love you! I adore your cock and the way you use it; I love to feel your hot come inside me. Daddy, Daddy . .
Head swimming, she sank back, and heard faintly the sounds of her brother and sister hitting their climaxes. Brad panted huffed, and called his sister names, dirty but adoring names.
"You little cocksucker," he said, lunging to get his cock off in the far reaches of her shallow pussy. "So sweet and shy, and all this time you've been hot as a stove. All this time, while I've been sweating out you and Andrea, watching your small asses and peeping at your tits and sneaking into the bathroom to jack off because you made me so hot. We could have been screwing all this time. There! There, you little daddy humper-take my come!"
There was silence then, and after awhile, Angela's low, sweet voice saying, "We can always make up for lost time."
Diane Farrow laughed heartily, and her husband backed his well used tool out of his daughter's greasy slot, making a wet and plopping sound as her pussy lips snapped closed behind the departing head.
And because both the men had lost their loads, because all the women had reached at least one tremendous orgasm, they climbed off the carpet and went to the bar. Diane was bar-keep, and turned lavish with the rum punch, filling all their glasses with the icy and powerful mix.
"Well," Diane said. "That was quite a session. Our little games are getting more and more involved-and interesting. Clark, I begin to wonder how you and I ever got along, just the two of us screwing."
Reaching across the bar top, he petted his wife's tit. "We got along just fine, Diane, and I'm not complaining about our sex life. You were always a terrific and imaginative lay, and even if you weren't, that magnificent body would have been enough. But so much has bloomed for us now, since the twins opened us up and widened our horizons. It's so much better, all the way around."
She held up her glass. "I know; I've never imagined such all encompassing thrills. Fucking my son, going down on my daughter and having her eat me-it's fantastic, lovers. And that quaint bit when Brad slipped it into my ass as well as my cunt-that was something completely different." Clark touched glasses with them all, clinking in salute. "To the twins, then-who started it all." They drank, and Andrea felt the stuff glide down into her tummy, warming her all over in sudden jolts. She finished her glass, held it out for more.
"It was all of us," she said. "Even Cindy Baker had a lot to do with it, because if she hadn't fooled Daddy into believing he would be fucking her instead of me that first night, nothing would have ever happened, and we would have gone on just the same-kind of friendly, but not knowing what real love is."
"To Cindy, then," Diane said, and lifted an eyebrow at her husband. "You did lay that one, outside the family."
"Yes," he admitted, "and a good piece of ass she is, too."
Brad said, "Yeah; remember, she broke through to me, got me to screw her in order to make me more open to the idea of swinging with my sisters I-and with you, Mom."
"Okay," Diane said, tossing off her punch. "I'm not mad at Cindy Baker, not at all. We'll have her over for a real party some day soon. Since she's practically a member of the family anyhow, why not?"
Andrea felt something running beneath the surface of the conversation, but couldn't quite pin it down; not jealousy, but some other emotion. Maybe not an emotion, either, but a sensing, a knowing-something hidden, a secret.
The hell with it, she thought. Daddy had to leave town in the morning, and they would all be deprived of his love, of his massive prick and the marvelous intimacies of his mouth. They would be left only with Brad, and although he meant well, and would struggle manfully to uphold his share of the fucking, her brother simply would not be able to handle the needs of three aroused women.
Should they bring anyone else into their circle? Andrea put down her empty glass and went across the room to turn on the stereo. As music filled the room, she thought of the possibilities, of the kids she had screwed before, and shook her head. They wouldn't do, not at all.
Shrugging it off, putting the thought aside until later when she would have more time to devote to solving its question, Andrea moved back to the bar, to the grouping of attractively naked bodies there.
"Drink up," her brother said. "I owe you something, Andrea, and I've been thinking what I could do to show you how glad I am you're my sister. I-I'm not scared any more, and if Dad will help me . .
"I think I can make it, son," their father said. "What have you got in mind?"
Brad reached down for his cock and fondled it. "A sandwich. I saw pictures of it in my books, but I don't know if she can take it. I mean, she's so small...."
"I'll take anything," Andrea insisted.
But a few minutes later, she wasn't so sure. After Diane had sucked lightly upon Daddy's prick to harden it, and after Angela had rubbed her delicate snatch over its head to make it still more rigid, he lay down so that Andrea could climb on top of him. She worked his rod up into her always eager slot, and once it was socked home, leaned over so that her asshole would be exposed to the head of her brother's cock.
Even though he had rubbed vaseline all over it, and even fingered some of the slippery stuff up her tube, it was still a very tight fit, and once he moved it past the ring and up her body, she felt as if she were going to split.
She was stuffed in cunt and asshole, packed full and afraid to move. But slowly, carefully, she hiked back and moved down, an inch at a time, with much caution. And the two pricks within her body started not to hurt, but to thrill.
Andrea fucked them both, gleefully acting out one of her heart's desires, her brain racing with feverish images of yet another cock, this one in her mouth. Then she would be a true three-way girl, be the ultimate bitch.
It took only a minute or so before she came, and the orgasm burst violently inside her cunt, her ass. It was too heavy, too much, and her head flopped limply as she fell forward and passed out upon her daddy's hairy chest.
She didn't know until the next day that they finished in her, that they had gone right on screwing her until they both got their nuts off, even though she was dead to the world and not even able to wiggle upon their pricks.
She awoke sore and aching, but with good kinds of hurting, and with a vast feeling of utter contentment throughout her body. She was a woman loved and in love, wanted and needed. She had shared all she was with her family, and no woman could do more.
Showered and cleansed, she went down to a late breakfast to find that her daddy was already gone. Brad was off with Cindy, Angela said, and added that those two seemed to have a real thing going.
Diane served pancakes and sausage, and Andrea was once again amazed at how young and vivacious her mother could look, after a hard night of fucking. It was as if screwing her son and becoming involved with her daughters had tapped some deep wellspring of youth within her core, and now she was living all over again.
"It's just as well that Brad's gone," Diane said.
"For awhile, anyway. I'm not certain how well he would adjust. He's come to accept his father as a contemporary, rather than as a rival for my body and passion, but I'm not sure how he'll take it with another man."
Andrea blinked. "Another man? Why-what do you mean, mom?"
Diane Farrow smiled at both her daughters. "I can tell you now. Your father has always been a swinger, and I always knew it. So not too long ago, I decided to see about getting some love on the side, for myself. It worked out just fine."
Angela and Andrea said it together: "But-but who...."
Diane shrugged. "Tommy Burns."
"He-why, he's only eighteen!" Andrea gasped. . "And he has two brothers," Diane said calmly. "Shall I ask Tommy to bring them over?"
Andrea could only stare at her twin sister. Then they broke up laughing, and their mother reached for the phone.
