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 Family Sex Night Ch 01 By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)



   Story Intro:



   Daddy was joined in bed by his two teenage daughters, Jane and Linda.



   Linda was eighteen, a college coed who had come home for the monthly
meeting of incestuous sex her family indulged in.



   Linda was lushly nubile, with heavy breasts, rounded buttocks, and a
voluptuously curved physique.  Her flesh was pink and shining.



   Jane was much younger, in her early teens.



   She had pert, pear-shaped breasts with tiny pink nipples.  She was
long-legged, with a ripely rounded rear.



   Daddy lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, as the girls climbed into bed
on either side of him.  He was as naked as they were.



   The girls pressed against him, their soft hands fondling his flesh,
their soft lips pressing against him.



   Sweet Jane crawled under the covers.  Linda fed her stiff nipple into
her father's kissing sucking mouth.  Daddy squirmed with desire.



   Jane squealed happily as she took hold of his hard cock and guided it
into her mouth.



   Downstairs in the kitchen, buxom, big-bosomed Mom was fondling the stiff
cock of her naked teenage son.



   The weekend of family sex was on at full blast!



   CHAPTER ONE



   Miss Rachel Blaine kept Jane Preston after school.



   It was a wintry Wednesday afternoon, cold and blustery, but warm inside
the school.  Jane sat at the rear of the classroom, at a desk in the back
row.



   Jane was a vision of teen loveliness.  She was in her early teens, with
a round juvenile face and a wickedly nubile young body.



   All the boys in school tried to date her, but Jane saved her favors for
lovers that the kids in school could never even dream of.



   Jane sat with her hands folded primly on the desk.  Its worn wooden top
was scarred and carved with the graffiti of a generation of students.



   Jane's chestnut brown hair, darkly rich, was gathered and pulled back in
a cute ponytail which fell down her back like a horse's tail.



   Her fresh lovely face needed no cosmetics.  Make-up could not improve
the innocent allure of her natural beauty.  She was fresh-faced, wide-eyed,
pert, charming, seemingly innocent.  But appearances can be deceiving,
however.



   Miss Rachel Blaine fancied that she knew Jane's real nature, her true
nature, better than anyone else, for a number of reasons.



   But the usually astute Miss Blaine was wrong in this assumption.



   There were sides and secrets to young Jane of which Miss Blaine was as
unaware as any of the youngsters who shared classes with Jane and dreamed
vainly of having her in their arms or their beds.



   None of the kids in school had ever made love to Jane but Miss Rachel
Blaine had.



   Rachel Blaine was in her early twenties, and wasa recent graduate of a
local teacher's college.  She had done her student teaching at this high
school, and was subsequently hired fulltime as an English teacher.



   Rachel was tall, lean, high-bosomed, long-legged.  Because she taught
seven classes a day, classes filled with ultra-horny boys and envious
girls, Rachel dressed in a prim and proper fashion which minimized her
allure.



   Her dark blonde hair was braided and coiled in a tight prim bun at the
top of her head, accenting the good bones of her sharply featured face.



   She wore glasses over her deep-set hazel eyes, which glittered with
bright intelligence.  She was dressed in a blazer jacket, blouse, skirt,
shoes.



   The blouse was plain, almost severe.  The business-like blazer jacket
covered her full firm breasts.  She wore her tweed jacket like armor.



   Her skirt, made of sensible gray tweed, reached from her trim waistline
to a point below her knees.  She wore flat-soled loafers.  She also wore
pink French Cut bikini panties.



   But the clothes could not disguise her lithe figure.  She had long legs,
trim hips, and a rounded rump whose buttocks pressed against the tweed
skirt.



   Her long legs were sheathed in stay up thigh high hose.  Her calves were
sleek and shapely.



   Rachel stepped out of the door of her English class, which had been
empty of all but herself and Jane.  The hall was equally deserted.  The
school day was over, the last bell had rung, and the students had wasted no
time in getting outside.



   There were still some students and teachers scattered in the building,
but they would be down by the gym, not here on the third floor. Rachel
looked up and down the empty halls, seeing and hearing no one.



   She stepped back into the room and closed the door.  Being a teacher,
she possessed the key which would lock and unlock the door.  The door was
rigged so that it must be locked with a key, thus preventing prankish
students from locking everybody out of a classroom.  Rachel used her
teacher's key to lock the door from the inside of the room, sealing herself
inside alone with Jane.



   The door was made of solid wood, so no passerby in the hall could look
into the room.  This had been done so that students might not be distracted
when roaming pranksters peered through glass doors, making funny faces
behind the teacher's back.  The solid, locking door was most convenient for
Rachel's purposes.  Rachel pocketed the key and walked down the aisle
between the desks.



   Jane sat up in her seat.  She was five and a half feet tall, with
luscious breasts which looked oversized for her general slim build.  She
dressed properly.  The pink collar of her blouse peaked out of the top of
her fluffy white sweater.  Her pleated skirt reached down to her knees.



   To complete her ensemble, she wore a pair of black boots which reached
to her knees.  In this cold winter weather, Jane needed to wear boots with
her skirts.



   Rachel stood over Jane, who was seated at the desk.  Rachel's arms were
folded over her breasts, and she looked down at the girl.  Rachel peered
over the top of her glasses, which had slipped down to the middle of her
nose.  She took off the spectacles and laid them down on a desk.



   "Darling," she murmured, reaching for Jane.



   Sitting, Jane's head was level with Rachel's hips.  Rachel put her hands
on the back of Jane's neck, and pulled her face to her hips.  Sighing
happily, Jane pressed the side of her face against Rachel's tweed skirt. 
She reached up and rested her hands on Rachel's slender hips.  Rachel
patted the top of Jane's head, toyed with her ponytail, letting the thick
strand of glossy hair fall through her fingers.  Rachel's hands gently but
firmly urged Jane to her feet.



   Jane stood up.  She was a few inches shorter than the teacher.  Rachel
embraced Jane.  The teen closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  Rachel's
soft lips pressed Jane's, her tongue probing Jane's mouth.  It slipped
inside, rubbing Jane's tongue, tasting the spicy warmth of Jane's mouth. 
The females pressed front to front.  Rachel's hand dropped down to Jane's
rear and rested on the curve of her ripe buttocks.



   After a moment's kissing, Rachel kneaded the buttocks through Jane's
skirt.



   Jane pressed her front closer to Rachel's, so that their breasts
nuzzled. Jane was blushing hotly when Rachel broke off the kiss.  Rosy
spots of warmth glowed in Rachel's cheeks.  Her pliant lips were moist,
parted.  Rachel fussed with Jane, stroking her.  She took hold of the hem
of Jane's white sweater and pulled it up, lifting it off the girl.



   Jane held her arms over her head while Rachel wrestled off the sweater.
"Why must you wear so many clothes, Jane?" she asked in good-humored fun.



   Rachel pulled off the sweater.  Jane's heavy breasts thrust against the
front of her blouse, straining at the seams.  Jane's stiff nipples stood
out like pebbles under the blouse.  The outline of the bra she wore could
be seen through the semi-transparent blouse.



   Jane wore the bra not for support, since her breasts, large as they
were, were firm and high.  She wore the bra for modesty's sake.  When she
didn't wear a bra, her tits bounced heavily.  All the boys would stare and
whistle and make rude remarks to her.  They did that to Jane even when she
wore a bra, but to a lesser degree.



   Rachel pulled Jane's blouse out of the top of the skirt and unbuttoned
it.  The rounded pink mounds of Jane's breasts were cupped by a plain white
bra.  Rachel opened the blouse.  Jane unbuttoned the cuffs, then took off
the blouse and laid it down on another desk.



   Rachel hugged her, so that their hips rubbed.  She lowered her head down
to Jane's chest and nuzzled the tops of the teen's lush breasts.  Rachel
reached behind Jane's back, undoing the back strap of the bra.  She slid
the straps down Jane's smooth pink shoulders.



   Jane's breasts spilled free from the bra when Rachel took it off. 
Jane's breasts were ripe and rounded, with stiff nipples which were
shocking pink in color.  The nipples were surrounded by neat round
rosettes. "I have to see all of you...." Rachel opened the catch at the
side of Jane's skirt.  "I want you all naked, all for myself."



   Jane idly fingered Rachel's fair-haired bun while Rachel undressed her.
"Why don't you take off your clothes too, Miss Blaine?" Even though they
were lovers, it pleased and excited Jane to call Rachel by the formal name
with which she was addressed by all students.  It called attention to the
difference between them that Rachel was a teacher, an adult, who had taken
one of her young students for a lesbian lover.



   Rachel said, "I'll undress after I've stripped you, Jane." The skirt
fell around Jane's booted ankles.  Jane stepped out of it.  Stretched
across her womanly hips was a pair of pink satin bikini panties.  The
panties were taut across her flesh, so that the mound of her pussy was
out-lined, and the folds of her pussy lips showed at the crotch.



   Rachel squeezed Jane's hips, then slipped her fingertips inside the
panties and pulled them down, exposing Jane's pussy.  Jane's pelvic mound
was bare except for a small triangle of hair that partially covered a pair
of delicious pussy lips, which formed an exquisite flower of flesh between
Jane's legs.  The pink satin panties fluttered down Jane's legs, falling at
her booted ankles.



   Jane sat down on a desk, resting her naked buttocks on the cool wooden
top.  She pulled the panties off her feet and set them aside.  She now was
naked, except for her knee-high black leather boots.  Those boots were more
practical than fetishistic; they had rounded toes and flat heels.  All the
same, the black leather boots accented the allure of her shapely legs, and
Jane's partial nudity thrilled Rachel.



   Rachel reached for Jane's breasts.  Jane said, "Now you take off your
clothes!"



   "Who's the teacher here?" Rachel demanded with mock sternness.



   "You are, Miss Blaine!"



   "That's right!  I'm the teacher!  Little girls like you should do what
they're told!  I'll get undressed when I'm good and ready!"



   Jane replied with mock innocence, "But if you stay dressed, Miss Blaine,
then how can I ...  ?  " Jane leaned forward and whispered the rest into
Rachel's ear.



   Jane's heavy bare breasts nuzzled Rachel.  Her pink-lipped mouth was
held close to Rachel's ear, tickling it with Jane's warm breath.



   Jane whispered some of the things she wanted to do to and for Rachel
today.  Rachel smiled, dizzy with lust, her hands shaking with eagerness.
When Jane finished describing in graphic detail how she wanted to please
the teacher who was her lover, she licked her tongue tip inside Rachel's
ear.



   Rachel, squirming and stimulated, pushed Jane back to a sitting position
on top of the desk.  She cupped the girl's breasts.  "I love these little
darlings." Rachel felt and fondled them.  "Well, not so little
actually-quite the opposite, in fact." "But they are darling, Jane." Rachel
planted soft kisses on both stiff nipples.  Jane's pretty blushes only
deepened.



   The breasts rested heavily in Rachel's palms, with excess bosom flesh
oozing off the edges of her fondling hands.  She squeezed the breasts,
gently kneading them, pushing them together and plumping them up, spreading
them, stroking their stiffly swollen nipples.



   Jane felt dreamy.  Her dark brown eyes shone.  She rested her hands on
Rachel's shoulders, her upper body swaying in response to the caresses of
the teacher.Rachel let one hand drift down from Jane's bosom.  The
caressing hand traced its course over Jane's flat tummy, across her lush
pink hips, then down to rest sweetly on Jane's polished thighs.



   Jane sat with her knees pressed together, and her calves and feet
dangling off the edge of the desk.  Rachel pressed against those thighs. 
Jane opened them at the teacher's touch.  Rachel fingered the furry bush,
then readied for the pussy lips which were softer than satin.



   Jane bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into it as she stifled a
moan of desire.  Rachel's fingers ran teasingly over Jane's flesh.  Still
fondling Jane's pussy, Rachel lowered her head to Jane's bosom.  She stuck
out her long pink pointed tongue and licked the nipples.



   She wrapped her lips around a nipple, sucking it between them, than
whipping the nipple with the tongue.  Jane closed her eyes, the thick
lashes fluttering as her nipples were sucked and nibbled.  The fingers
continued to roll over her pussy lips.  Rachel pressed the tip of her
middle finger against Jane's pussy lips, then pushed it in.  The pussy lips
were pulled back by the finger.  Jane shivered when she was penetrated, her
breasts bobbing.  She was dripping wet inside, and the finger filled her,
up to the knuckle.



   Jane was no virgin; this was known by Rachel, who was a bit jealous that
some boy, some stranger, had stuck his big hard horny cock in her little
lover's honey pot.  But for all her child-like ways, Jane had a will of
iron when it came to certain things.  Rachel was careful not to make too
many demands on her.  The one thing Jane wouldn't stand for was to have her
freedom curtailed by a jealous lover.



   Rachel had to take Jane on the girl's own terms.  But the lesbian
English teacher would happily have taken the teen temptress on any terms at
all.  Rachel finger-fucked Jane, slowly sliding her middle finger in and
out of the teen's tight pussy, which squeezed and throbbed against the
penetrating finger.  The finger glimmered with wetness as it slid out of
Jane.  Rachel took the finger all the way out and raised it to her mouth
and sucked it.



   Jane's juices tingled on her tongue, whetting her appetite for a taste
from the source.  Rachel's long legs flexed and folded at the knees.  She
knelt at Jane's feet, on the hardwood floor, with her eager face level with
Jane's pussy.  Smeared secretions shone on the pink pussy lips.



   Rachel reached up and wrapped her hands around Jane's bare hips.  Jane
moved closer to the edge of the desk, sliding her bottom across the wood.



   Rachel stood on her knees.  She was hot, hot and sweating.  Hastily she
unbuttoned her blazer jacket, nearly tearing off its buttons in her
impatience.  Her breasts were high, firm, pert.  They were more pear shaped
and pert than Jane's, since the teenager's nubile breasts were larger than
the teacher's.  Rachel's nipples were stiff points of hardness, throbbing
at the tips of her sensitive breasts, standing against the front of her
blouse.



   Rachel kissed Jane between the legs.  Jane sighed and moaned as Rachel's
lips rubbed her pussy lips, covering them with heated kisses.  Jane rested
her hands on Rachel's shoulders, to steady herself.  Rachel stuck out her
tongue and licked Jane from the top of her slit to the bottom.  Her tongue
tip traced out the folds of Jane's pussy flesh.  Jane's pussy lips were
warm and softer than the petals of a fragile flower.  The girl made little
cries of lust as the tongue rolled over her slit.



   Jane gasped when Rachel thrust her tongue inside the cleft.  Rachel's
quivering tongue was surrounded by slippery wet membranes and seething
liquid heat.  Jane's juices flowed freely, wetly.  Rachel's lips pressed
the pussy lips as her tongue lanced deep into the girl, forcing gasps and
moans from Jane.



   Rachel ran her tongue over the membranes, licking juices, lapping them
down.  Jane tasted fresh and sweet, her secretions tingling on the probing
tongue.  Rachel took her tongue out of the depths inside the slit.  She
lifted her head and pushed her tongue to the little button that was the
clitoris.



   This time Jane had to hiss through clenched teeth to keep from crying
out loudly when her clitoris was pressed by the licking tongue.  Rachel
eased up, her tongue tip dipping below the labia, circling the clitoris,
rimming it before homing back in on the target.  Rachel massaged the
clitoris with her tongue.  As Jane's arousal rose, she rocked her hips back
and forth, grinding her pussy against Rachel's mouth.



   Jane's breasts bobbed wildly until she crossed her arms over her chest,
pinning the mounds of flesh, plumping them up as she held them.  Rachel's
face was wet with Jane's juices.  Jane's thighs were warm and taut with
flexing muscles where they pressed Rachel's head.  Jane's cries came faster
and faster, shrieked whispers.  Rachel clutched the girl's hips, lovingly
applying her tongue to the teen's button of pleasure.



   Jane came.  When she climaxed, Jane pressed her thighs convulsively
against Rachel's head, pressing the teacher's hot mouth hard against her
pussy.



   Rachel felt the orgasmic convulsions which shivered through Jane's
orgasming sex.  Her face was engulfed by the girl's wet hot pulsing
membranes.  Jane shook as though vibrated by an internal motor.  She wailed
as the giant hand of orgasm grabbed her up and squeezed her.  Tension fled
from her body.  Jane sobbed weakly.  Her eyes were dark glittering slits
shining in her red wet face.  Her knees fell open.  Rachel lifted her face
from Jane's pussy.



   While Jane rested and recovered from her orgasm, Rachel pulled up her
skirt, hiking the hem of it high up on her waist.  Below the dress,
Rachel's lithe slim hips were covered in sheer thigh high hose she peeled
down her legs.



   Rachel's rosy pussy lips, darker and fuller than Jane's, were long and
soft, and were covered by a light brown bush of sleek shining fur.  Rachel
worked the hose down past her knees, and let them hang down.  She reached
between her legs and touched herself, rubbing her pussy.



   Jane shook off the dizzying effects of her climax.  Her soft masses of
flesh, her heavy breasts and rounded buttocks, jiggled as she went to
Rachel.  Rachel's ripely rounded bottom was parked on the flat wooden seat.
Raising her long legs, she rested her feet on top of the desk.



   Jane got down on the floor, crawling under the desk, ignoring the dirt
which smeared on her knees, her heavy breasts with their stiff nipples
bobbing.



   Jane reached up and parted Rachel's polished thighs, her palms pressing
the ivory flesh.  She wedged her head up between the thighs.  Rachel's taut
thighs were warm and smooth against her face.  Jane pressed her face
against the teacher's richly furred pussy, which was aromatically rich. 
The musky perfume of Rachel's pussy rose up, tingling in Jane's nostrils
and heating up the girl's desires, which already blazed at a fever pitch.



   Jane pressed her puckered lips against the pussy, which responded to her
kisses in just the same way that her own sex had responded to Rachel's
loving mouth.  Jane parted her rosebud lips and pressed her tongue over the
labia, licking them from top to bottom before dipping deep between the
slitted pussy lips.



   Rachel had a richer, more subtly complex taste than the younger girl. 
Jane's fat pink tongue shoved deep and tasted the teacher's nectar. 
Rachel's eyes were heavy-lidded and sultry.  She put her hands on top of
Jane's head and pressed the girl's face harder against her pussy.



   Jane's head, wedged between Rachel's thighs, was held there by the
rolled pantyhose which circled the teacher's slim ankles.  Jane applied her
licking loving tongue to the clitoris, which was a pearl of throbbing flesh
at the top of Rachel's dripping slit.



   It wasn't too long before Rachel was rocked with ecstasy.  Rachel bit
her hand to keep from shrieking when she climaxed.  Her pussy seethed with
electric heat which was generated by Jane's mouth.



   Much later, when Jane and her teacher were once again dressed and ready
to return to the everyday, workaday world, Rachel hugged Jane and kissed
her.  "I have some really good news," Rachel said.  "My roommate is going
away for the weekend, so we can be alone together at my place!" The teacher
shared her modest apartment with another young, attractive woman.  Jane
often wondered if Rachel and her roommate were lovers.



   Instead of being happy, Jane's face fell at the news about the weekend.



   Rachel was alarmed by the sudden change in her young lover.  "Is
something wrong, Jane?  You don't seem too happy about the weekend!"



   "Oh, Miss Blaine, it sounds like heaven!  But that makes it worse, since
I won't be able to get out this weekend!" Jane cursed her bad luck.



   She explained to Rachel that once a week, Jane's family got together and
spent the weekend doing family things, doing them together as a family.  It
was a kind of ritual with her folks, and there was just no way that Jane
would be able to get away from it.  These weekends of family togetherness
fell on the last weekend of the month, every month without fail.  Jane's
presence was required.  It was a shame that the family weekend had fallen
on a weekend when Rachel's roommate was going away.  Jane would be busy the
whole weekend, from Friday night until Sunday night, so she wouldn't ever
be able to steal any time with Rachel.



   Rachel was disappointed, but not more so than Jane.  Jane urged her to
see if Rachel could convince her roommate to go away some other weekend. 
Rachel kissed and hugged Jane.  "Oh well, I can't say that I'm not sorry we
can't be together, but Priscilla will go away soon, I'm sure of that!  And
in the meantime, we'll just have to make love more times this week, to make
up for the weekend when we'll be apart."



   "I'm glad that you're not mad at me," Jane smiled.  "It's just that my
folks have what you might call traditional values."



   "Mom and Daddy think that the family should spend at least one weekend a
month with each other.  My older sister even comes home from college for
the family weekend."



   "I think that it's a perfectly charming idea!" Rachel said.  "I wish
that my family was as close as yours is, Jane."



   "Oh yes, we're all very, very close," Jane said.  "I really love my
parents and my brother and sister.  I just wish that the family weekend
wasn't this weekend!"



   "Don't you worry about it, Jane." Rachel's fondling hand felt the shape
of Jane's heavy breasts, now tucked demurely under her sweater.



   "I think it's very admirable that your family is so close, in this day
and age," Rachel said.  "It's a pity that more families aren't like yours."



   Rachel patted Jane's rump.  "Anyway, Jane, we'll just have to get
together like this tomorrow afternoon, and store up some loving to last
until Monday."



   At the same time that Jane Preston was straightening her skirt before
leaving the classroom where she had made lesbian love with her teacher,
Jane's father, big Bob Preston, was lifting the skirt of his lovely
secretary, Gail.  Bob was many miles distant from his daughter, whose
school was in the suburban community where the family made their home.



   Bob was an executive vice-president in charge of programming for one of
the big television networks.  His private office was quite convenient. 
Before locking himself in his office with Gail, Bob phoned his receptionist
and told her to hold all calls.  That chore accomplished, he was able to
devote his full attention to holding Gail, who was quite an armful of
seductive femininity.



   Gail was only a year or two out of college.  She had been a
communications major.  The lovely young miss was an expert at nonverbal
communication.  Gail stood in front of Bob's desk, looking over her smooth
shoulder at him with a deliciously inviting come-hither look.  She was a
tall, leggy brunette, with firm breasts, a rounded bottom, and long legs.
She wore a tan long-sleeved blouse and a gray skirt.  She stood, or rather
leaned, with her back to Bob.  She was bent forward from the waist, with
her palms pressing down on his desk.



   Gail's long masses of thick black hair were one of her most attractive
features.  The shimmering hair spilled down to the middle of her back.  Her
skirt was pulled tight and taut across her rounded buttocks.  The skirt was
so tight that the outline of her panties was visible.



   Bob was a big, broad-shouldered man in his early forties, a
hard-charging go-getter, a dynamic executive.  He was craggily handsome,
with rugged features.



   He wore a three-piece suit, white shirt, tie.  Standing behind Gail, he
reached for her, moving up behind her, reaching for her trim waist.  He
embraced her from behind, his member stirring with sexual stimulation.  His
cock felt heavy, his balls tingled and tightened in the sac.  Bob embraced
her, pressing his groin against her rear.  Her warm bottom was softly
yielding, provoking hardness in his member.



   He brushed the hair off the back of her neck, kissed it.  He reached
around her and fastened his hands on her breasts, which were firm and full.
Fondling her breasts, he rubbed his groin against her rear, massaging
hardness into his cock, until it rose inside his pants in a stiff erection.



   Gail murmured appreciatively as she felt his hardness.  Bob caressed her
thighs, running his hands up and down her legs.  She was bare-legged.  Bob
pulled up the hem of her skirt, bringing it up to her waist, exposing the
white bikini panties she wore.  The panties were stretched tight across the
rounded moons of her buttocks.  Her flesh was of surpassing whiteness, so
that it shone.



   Bob reached for the panties, his fingers brushing smooth skin.  He
pulled the panties down off her hips, baring her bottom.  The panties
fluttered down her long legs, which were taut and muscular.  They fell
around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.
Gail spread her legs, opening herself to him.



   She planted her feet shoulder width apart.  Nestled below the rounded
globes of her ass cheeks were the delicate dusky pink lips of her pussy. 
Gail moaned when he reached between her legs and stroked her sex.  Her
labia rippled, heating up under his smooth sensitive handling.



   Holding to the desk for stability, Gail rocked her hips forward and
backward, moving in rhythm to the caresses he slipped between her legs. 
Bob pressed his finger against her slit.  She was wet inside.  She gasped
as he pushed his finger inside her, where heat seethed around it.  He
pushed the finger in and out, fucking her with it.  He took his finger out
at last and took down his pants and shorts.



   His pants slid down his legs, the change and keys in his pockets
thumping when they hit the floor.  His shorts followed his trousers to his
feet.  His muscular legs were hairy.  His cock stood out straight almost 8
inches, rising like a pole of flesh from the dark thick tangled pubic bush.
His balls were swollen, tight in the sac.  He leaned into her, his cock
throbbing when it rubbed her soft bottom flesh.



   The stiff red cock was sandwiched between his hips and her ass.  He
pressed into her so that the cock nestled inside her bottom cleft.  Her ass
crack was deep and full.  She had buttocks like grapefruits, which were
prominent and lushly developed.



   He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against her warm
satiny flesh.  Each gliding pass of his cock heated it to a greater degree.



   He took hold of his member, guiding it between her legs.  He massaged
his cock head against her pussy lips.  Her labia glowed a dark and dusky
shade of rosy arousal from the gliding massage of flesh on flesh.  He
pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, easing it between the pussy
lips.  The wedge of the cock head split and spread the labia.



   Gail moaned, leaning far forward over the desk, so that the tips of her
breasts hovered only a few inches over the desk top.  Her nipples were
stiff, and jutted against her blouse.  She whimpered with lust when he
forced his cock head inside her.  Heat engulfed the head of the member, wet
heat which seethed and boiled.



   Moaning, he went deeper, entering her with a quick surging stroke.  His
cock stretched her membranes as he pushed it in to the hilt.  When he
penetrated her, his cock was holstered inside her warm wetness.  Gail was
gasping and moaning.  He took hold of her hips and started thrusting.



   He stood behind her, with his pants and shorts hanging down around his
feet, so that he was naked up to the waist.  From the waist up, he still
wore his suit, vest, shirt, and tie, and looked like any other conventional
businessman.



   He held her hips and fucked her hard and fast, a steamy office fuck. 
Gail tossed her head from side to side, flailing her masses of black hair
across the desk.  She was good and hot and tight.  She was single, and
lived alone in a small apartment in the city.  She had never had a married
man for a lover before.  She was making up for lost time.  Her breasts
bobbed in their bra cups, straining against the front of her blouse, as she
rocked and gyrated her hips.



   Each thrusting pass of the hard cock inside her heated her membranes to
an ever-greater degree.  Juices poured from her pussy walls.  Bob worked
her well, pushing his cock up inside her, so that her pussy lips pressed
the base of his shaft.  While he fucked her, his hips pushed against her
buttocks, rippling them.  He squeezed and kneaded her thighs and flanks as
he fucked her.



   Her skirt was pushed up past her waist, so that it fell on her back. 
Gail's face shone with sweat, and was flushed with redness.  She moaned
from deep in the pit of her belly.  The speed of the thrusts, their force
and vigor, increased as the lovers' passion climbed.



   Bob pulled back until only his big crowned cock head remained between
her pussy lips.  He would hold her hips, keeping her on the head of his
cock.  Teasing and tantalizing her, he waited until she whimpered for him
to put it back in all the way.  Then he entered her quickly and fully.  His
cock glowed a dull heated red, then a bright burning red.  His orgasm was
due.



   He reached around the young woman's smooth hips, his fingers brushing
her silky bush.  He played his fingers over her pussy lips.  He probed
gently at the top of her slit for her clitoris, finding the tiny node of
throbbing flesh.  He flicked his fingertips over it.  The combination of
clitoral massage and his steady, hard-driving thrusts soon brought Gail to
the peak arousal phase.



   When he felt her coming, he went all out and drove his cock into her
with fiery enthusiasm, forcing thin high-pitched wails of delight from her.
His cock burned as hot as iron taken from a furnace.  He quenched it by
pushing it inside Gail's wet sex, entering her as deeply as he could go. 
He put it in her and kept it in her.  His cock twitched, pounding heavily
against her stretched membranes, before it came.  Semen was torn from him
like lava spewing from a volcano.



   The come bubbled up from his swollen balls, rose up the fiery column of
his cock, and spurted into her in thick streaming gushes.  Waves of hot
ecstasy surged over him, crashing down on Bob.  He shook from the furious
force of his orgasm, as his cock pumped out semen in great quantities.  He
shuddered then sighed as the last drops of come were milked from his cock.
He felt Gail's pussy contract down on his cock, squeezing it with her
membranes.



   He stood there with his eyes closed, his hands on her hips, and his cock
deep inside her.  Gail collapsed and stretched out across the desk top. 
After a moment, Bob had recovered.  Sighing with satisfaction, he patted
Gail's smooth flanks and eased his cock out of her.



   She savored the sensation of his cock sliding across her membranes,
which were soaked and saturated with his come.  His cock head came out of
her pussy lips, which spread to release the intruder.  Semen, wet and
shining, smeared on her pussy lips.



   Bob, loose and relaxed, his cock thick and red, sticky with semen,
semi-erect, shuffled to his swivel chair and sat down behind his desk.  He
parked his bare bottom on the seat, his cock leaping and jerking.  He
called Gail to him.  She roused herself from her daze of delight.



   Gail came to him.  She could feel his come leaking inside her, oozing in
her pussy.  She giggled as she pressed her thighs together, squeezing them
against her pussy.  Bob had her sit on his lap.  Her warm bottom pressed
his groin deliciously.  He toyed with her bosom, stroking her breasts
through her blouse.



   Gail asked him if he would be coming in to the city on Saturday to do
some "extra work".  This was what he told his wife was the reason why he
often came into the city on the weekend.  It was just an excuse for him to
see Gail on Saturdays, where they could spend hours writhing in lascivious
extramarital amour.  But not this Saturday, as Bob had to reluctantly tell
a disappointed Gail.



   "You see, once a month, I spend the weekend with the wife and kids," Bob
said, stroking Gail, who pouted with disappointment.  "It's kind of a
family ritual, you might say.  We do it once a month, and there's no way
that I can get out of it."



   His kisses and caresses went a long way toward soothing her, and
stimulating her.  After he had caressed her for a while, his cock throbbed.
She sat on his lap, her skirt still pulled up to her waist.  Her black
thick bush was damp with sweat, while her pussy lips were sticky with
semen. Her buttocks pressed his cock.  She squirmed on his lap, rolling her
ass cheeks over his member, massaging it into hardness.



   He moved Gail around on his lap.  He first eased her off, so he could
put her in an even more satisfying position.  When she slid off his lap to
stand on the floor facing him, she saw his cock standing stiff and straight
and tall, rising from his hips at a tilted angle.  She stood facing him,
holding her skirt up, showing her pussy to him.  Dark circles of sweat
showed under the arms of her blouse.  He put his hands on her warm hips and
pulled her to him.  She climbed on his lap, facing him, straddling him.



   The backs of her thighs pressed the tops of his thighs.  She gripped his
cock, the red sticky member hot against her hand.  Gail pressed the cock
head against her pussy lips.  The come inside her lubricated her as she
stuffed the swollen cock head in her sex.  She shivered happily as the cock
head filled her, stretching her membranes.  She lowered herself down on the
rod, taking it inside her.  The thick red shaft was swallowed up in her hot
tight passage.  When she let herself rest on his thighs, the stiff erection
was shoved deep.



   She held his broad shoulders, while he gripped her hips.  By rocking her
back and forth, he produced the exquisite sexual friction of thrusting. 
When he rocked her away from him, the red shaft emerged from inside her
pussy lips, and when he pulled her to him, the cock was buried inside her.
He rocked her faster and faster, her breasts bobbing inside her blouse. 
Since he had already come once, he was able to go for a long time.



   One hundred miles away, in another state, Bob Preston's older daughter
and Jane's sister, Linda Preston, was giving her boyfriend a special treat.
Linda Preston was cute as a cupcake, a full-bodied, sensationally built
sophomore at the college she was attending.  Linda appreciated the value of
coed dorms, especially at intimate times like now.  The rooms in the dorm
were simple.  They were little more than square boxes, outfitted with a
double bunk bed, some dressers, and a desk.  Linda's room had no bathroom.
All the girls on this floor used the bathroom down at the end of the hall.
Boys lived on the next floor of the building.



   Linda's roomie, Madeline, had thoughtfully gone down to the library,
giving Linda a chance to be alone with her boyfriend, Jeff.  Jeff was in
his junior year at the school.  He was handsome with an athletic build,
lean and lithe, with deep dark romantic eyes that Linda loved.  With his
fine body, Jeff looked sensational in tight jeans.  But he looked even more
sensational without them, and that was what Linda was waiting for as she
waited for him in the bottom bunk of the bed.



   Linda was naked under the blankets and sheets which were pulled up to
her chin.  The campus was located in the north, where it was frigid.  It
was toasty warm in the dorms, and under the blankets, but Linda had only
recently come in from outside, where the near-zero temperature had chilled
her.



   Jeff would warm her up.  Linda was a fuller, more voluptuously rounded
edition of her younger sister, Jane.  Linda had a heart-shaped face, with
prominent cheekbones.  She had light brown hair, which was cut in bangs
across her forehead, reaching down to her shoulders on the sides.  She had
a sassy, upturned nose and full, ripe, pouting sensual lips.  Even without
lipstick, those lips were as red as strawberries.



   A scattering of freckles, and a trace of baby fat, gave her face a
youthful look.  Linda had the face of a teenage girl, but the full-bodied
figure of a voluptuous young woman.  She had a lush, hourglass figure.  She
was gifted abundantly with lush, oversized breasts, a wickedly curved torso
tapering to a narrow, almost a wasp waist, then flaring out into wide
womanly hips.  Not even the thick sheets and blankets covering her could
hide the fullness of her physique.  Her breasts were lush hillocks rising
under the covers.



   Jeff stood by the side of the bed, pulling off his sweater.  He had well
defined muscles, broad shoulders, a lean torso and hips.  A dark patch of
hair shadowed his chest.  His facial features were well formed, while his
head was topped with a profusion of golden-brown curls.



   His frayed, faded jeans were practically skin-tight, hugging his crotch
and his rump.  He popped open the top of his jeans, pulled down the zipper.
His cock and balls bulged heavily in the white cotton undershorts he wore.
He let the jeans fall to his feet, then stepped out of them.



   Linda, her ripe red lips curved into a dreamy smile of anticipated
pleasure, reached out for him, the blanket slipping down to her waist.  Her
breasts were pink melons of flesh, crowned with fat pink nipples and wide
rosettes, rosettes which surrounded the jutting nipples with circles of
shocking pink flesh which were wider than silver dollars.



   She rubbed his crotch.  His penis quivered and jerked.  She slipped her
fingertips in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down.  When the
shorts were pulled down to the tops of his muscular thighs, his cock and
balls were on display, and Linda openly craved them.



   His cock was limp and thick.  Linda took hold of it, nestling it lightly
in her fingers.  The cock leaped and jerked when she took hold of it.



   She rolled on her side, facing him.  She teasingly ran her fingers up
and down the divide in the center of the sac of his balls.



   The balls tightened, becoming swollen.  His cock, jerking and throbbing,
stiffened and grew to a rigid erection, doubling its length and thickness
in her hand.



   Jeff moaned as she pulled and kneaded his penis.  Linda let go.  His
cock now stood stiffly and horizontally, jutting thickly from his lean
hips.



   Linda moved to the far side of the narrow bunk, so that her side pressed
the wall.  Jeff lifted the covers and climbed into bed.



   He stretched out on top of her, pulling the blankets and sheets up to
cover them both.  Linda's flesh was smooth and warm beneath his.



   His body was taut, lean, hard, muscled.  Hers was soft, yielding,
abundantly fleshy, and blazing with body heat which soaked into his skin.



   His stiff cock was sandwiched between his .hips and hers.  Linda wrapped
her arms around him, hugging him as his mouth pressed hers for a kiss.



   The young lovers kissed with open mouths, lips locked, tongues
thrusting, probing, tasting the spicy warmth of each other's mouths.



   Linda parted her legs, opening her thighs for him.



   After they had kissed for a few moments, Jeff rolled on his side,
pressing against her.  Her heavy breasts, butter-soft except for their
stiff nipples, jiggled like jelly.



   He felt and fondled her breasts, rubbing them.  The nipples throbbed
heavily when his caressing hands passed over them.



   Linda reached for his cock, closing her hand over it.



   Jeff's rod jutted out like a piece of pipe or a length of cable.  It
throbbed as Linda's soft hands kneaded and stroked it.



   Jeff nuzzled her breasts, the bosom rippling as his face rolled over the
breasts.  His lips planted kisses all over the nipples.



   He wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking the stiff pink point
between them, then running his tongue over it like a little wet whip.



   Linda's nipples were the size of the first joint of her little finger.
Jeff greedily nibbled at the nipple, while he manipulated her opposite
breast with his hand.



   He traced out the curve of her body, running his moist palm down her
torso, down the swelling curve of her womanly hips.



   He put his hand between her legs, the back of his hand caressing her
smooth warm thighs.  His fingers contacted the furry delta of her pubic
bush.



   Linda was full and fleecy, with curly masses of the softest brown fur
partially veiling the soft, delicate, delicious pussy lips.



   Jeff fondled her pussy.  Linda's buttocks tightened at his touch.  As
his fingers stroked her sex, her membranes moistened and lubricated.



   While Jeff kissed and licked and sucked her nipples, and fondled her
pussy until it was dripping wet, Linda did her part by kneading and pulling
his stiff cock.



   Heat rose in his member under her steady gliding touch.  Veins stood out
on the thick shaft of the cock like ivy circling a tree trunk.



   Linda rocked her hips in response to the handling of her pussy.  She was
wet and ready, and she urged him to mount her.



   Jeff got back on top of her.  Linda spread her legs so that her feet
touched the opposite edges of the narrow bottom bunk bed.



   Jeff raised himself up on his forearms and knees, his stiff cock
hovering over her pussy.  He, gripped his cock, the red rod throbbing in
his hand.



   He guided the penis to her sex, pressed the tip of the head against her
pussy lips, and pried open the labia with the wedge of his cock.



   The pussy lips, which were full and warm, were split and spread,
exposing the pulsing pink membranes of her pussy, which oozed with rich
secretions.



   His cock head entered her, stretching her.  Jeff let go of his cock when
the head was safely and securely lodged inside her, and fed her the rest of
the shaft.  , The red rod slipped slowly into her.  Moans were ripped from
Jeff, by the sensation of his urgently heated cock being engulfed by
Linda's sex.



   He entered her deeply, her hips rising to meet him as she lifted her
plump bottom off the bed and wrapped her arms around his broad muscular
shoulders.  Jeff started thrusting, and Linda eagerly responded.  They were
young and strong vigorous, full of the juices and the fires of life.  Jeff
drove into Linda, his cock entering her with deep surging strokes, his hard
cock sliding over her silken membranes.



   Linda held on tight as she humped up into him, rocking to meet and match
his deeply filling strokes.  His hard chest pressed her full breasts.  The
bedframe and springs creaked from their energetic lovemaking.  Linda's red
face was scrunched up and moaning with ecstasy.



   Jeff kissed her on the mouth, muffling her moans of pleasure and his
own. Her breath was warm and sweet in his mouth and lungs.  Under the
sheltering sheets and blankets, their bodies were soon sleek and slippery
with sweat.  Jeff's cock pumped in and out of her pussy with thrilling
strokes.  His belly slapped hers, their hips ground together; their legs
were tangled and twined.



   Jeff thrust harder and faster until his cock was a blur of red motion
driving into her sex, heating her to the boiling point.  He pushed his cock
home, keeping it deep inside her.  Her pussy clutched him tightly,
enfolding his cock in its silky embrace.  The width and thickness of his
cock stretched her membranes, so that the throbbing of his cock shivered
through her like drumbeats.



   He came, semen spurting thickly, gushing from the swollen cock head
which was lodged deep in her pussy, pressing the mouth of her womb.  Linda
ground her hips into his, bringing off her own climax, shivering orgasm was
followed by sweet ecstasy.  The release of sexual tension in the blissful
meltdown of a mutual orgasm made the lovers' spirits and flesh soar.



   They rested, sweating, moaning, gasping for breath, Jeff's stiff cock
planted deep in Linda, her pussy convulsively clamping down on his cock. 
While they rested, Jeff put his mouth close to her ear, and urged her not
to go home for the weekend, as she had planned to do.



   "You don't understand, Jeff," Linda said, somewhat breathlessly.  "This
is a trip that I have to make my family expects me!"



   "There must be some way that you can get out of it, Linda!"



   "But I don't want to get out of it!" the pretty girl protested.  "I love
my family!  I love you, but that doesn't make me stop loving them."



   To Be Continued