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This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Daddy's Hot Twins
By Jason Cannon
Chapter 1
They were a vision of passion-filled female beauty lying side
by side on the bed. Their naked bodies glowed as the overhead
strobe-light whirled, sending its myriad colors down to caress
their tantalizingly perfect forms. Their breasts, their skin,
even their dark pubic hair took on new vistas of sexual allure as
they glowed amber, blue, red, a cream-white and then started
slowly going through the whole color spectrum all over again.
Les Jacobs stood at the foot of the bed, also naked, his
rigid cockstaff hard, thick, and swollen with desire in his hand.
He watched them, letting his eyes float over this feast of female
flesh as his fist roamed up and down his cock. He couldn't
remember when he had been so lucky. Just one of the twin sisters
would have been beautiful and a whole evening's fun.
But two? ... heaven.
The girls, Cindy and Candy Harris, were just as appreciative
of him. But then the Harris twins were, and always had been,
highly desirous of a good, rigid cock.
Early on, that morning in the photo session, they had decided
to take him back home with them when the job was done. He was
tall, with dark, curly hair, and his face had the fine features of
a Greek.
The girls went for Greeks and Italians; they were usually
passionate, well-hung, and they had little or no inhibitions about
how or where to use the equipment nature gave them for fucking.
Greeks loved to fuck.
Italians loved to fuck.
The Harris twins loved to fuck. But then, everyone in the
wild world of films, magazines, fashion, and photography that the
twins inhabited loved to fuck. It came second as a need and
pastime right after eating; sometimes right in the middle.
"Les," Cindy drawled, running the fingers of her right hand
up and down the already wet slit of her twin sister's cunt. "Are
you just going to stand there and look?"
"Yeah," chimed Candy, in a slightly higher-pitched voice. It
was the only difference between them. "You've been looking at us
all day, naked, from behind a camera. And almost all day you've
had a hard-on."
"Are you going to use that beautiful hunk," Cindy asked, "or
do we have to do each other?"
Les laughed. "My eyes just can't get enough of your bodies.
Give me a little time ... I'll get there."
They were beautiful, magnificent animals with large heavy
breasts that refused to fall slack from their weight. Even now,
with both girls lying on their backs, their twin pairs of conical
peaks seemed to leap in pink-pointed perfection toward the
ceiling. Their flattened buttocks spread beneath their bodies,
accenting the sexual fullness of their wide, womanly hips. Bones
projected at the sides of their flat bellies, making the area
bulge further with the pulpy lips and wealth of hair that covered
the juiciness of their delicious cunts.
It was true. As the top photographer for most of the class
nudie magazines, Les Jacobs had snapped hundreds of beautiful
breasts and pussys. He had also had hundreds of offers to fuck
the models he took pictures of. But never, in any session that he
could remember, had he gotten a hard-on while working.
Today was different. It was different because of the twins,
Cindy and Candy. They were different. Besides being female
perfection, they oozed sex from every pore and every orifice in
their delectable bodies.
"I'm like a kid in a candy store," Les said. "I don't know
which to eat first."
Cindy moaned. "Well, get your handsome head between my legs
and we'll take care of the rest. God, I'm hot ... tongue me a
little, Les!"
She placed her hands under her velvet ass and, using her
elbows for leverage, lifted her steaming cunt high in the air. At
the same time Cindy spread her legs as far apart as they would go
in the air. The movement pulled the gooey lips of her pussy apart
and a slight trickle of love juice oozed from her vaginal hole and
slithered down into the crack of her ass.
"Jesus, beautiful pussy," her sister Candy moaned beside her.
"Eat her, Les, or I'll do it for you."
"You mean ... you two ... sisters, I mean, would swing with
each other?" he said.
"Oh c'mon ... of course," Cindy said, wiggling her ass around
in the air. "What's the difference? ... sex is all sex. C'mon,
baby, hurry," Cindy moaned. "Fuck or suck me, one or the other.
My cunt's on fire."
I'll eat you while you eat me, sis," Candy said, moving her
head and shoulders between her sister's raised back and Les'
bobbing cock.
Reaching over Candy, Les grabbed Cindy's willing, writhing
body. "All too good to be true," he moaned as he ran his slick
tongue down the inside of Cindy's thigh toward the triangle of her
passion.
Cindy's thighs spread even wider as she felt his tongue
tickle the pubic hair around her pussy and down the crack to her
anus. Her mouth opened in a red, moist line of desire as the heat
of his darting tongue got closer and closer.
Les grabbed her thighs and pulled her passion-filled pussy to
his lips and tongue. Her juicy ass quivered deliciously as his
lips moved up and down her thighs, teasing, coming nearer her bush
again and again.
Then his tongue struck a lick at her seeping gash. It split
the pulpy lips apart to enter. Cindy's moist sheath made a
sucking sound as her lower lips clasped around his searching,
darting tongue.
"Oh yes, shit yes," she cried, rolling her head from side to
side, closing her eyes in a tight line of ecstasy. "Tongue-fuck
me ... fuck my pussy with your tongue and suck my juice!"
Below and between them the other twin had taken his cock in
her hand and was massaging it as the rubbery tip ran back and
forth across her ruby lips.
"Nice, thick, hard meat," she gasped, flicking the little eye
in the head with the tip of her tongue. "Cock ... good, hard
cock."
He flinched as Candy's fingernails dug deeply into the flesh
of his prick. She gave his cockhead a long, wet kiss. Then she
licked down across his balls and rammed her tongue into his
asshole.
He groaned out his joy and countered by doing the same for
Cindy's sister.
"Oh yes ... just ... don't just ease your tongue in my
asshole," Cindy cried, humping her backhole up to him. "Ram it in
... ram it in like a cock!"
Candy returned her hungry lips to the head of his cock and
replaced her tongue in his asshole with a finger. "I just knew,
looking at that fucking bulge in your pants all day, that you had
a beautiful dick," she moaned.
"Suck it ... do something to it," Les moaned, his mouth
slurping on Cindy's gyrating cunt.
Candy's tongue came from between her full, sensual lips and
rolled around the ridge of his cockhead. His leg muscles jumped
in anticipation. Her tongue flicked out again and again and then
her mouth engulfed the knob of his throbbing prick and sucked
gently.
She could look straight up, as she sucked his cock, and see
the moistening crack of her sister's firm ass and Les' head as it
bobbed in the muff between the wildly juggling thighs.
He paused at the pussy he was sucking and fingered it while
he looked down and thrilled at Candy's beautiful face sucking his
cockpole. Her red lips stretched wide in a wet oval around his
hot flesh. Her jaws moved with the rhythm of a girl who really
enjoys sucking a man's cock. Her tits bobbed and swayed like her
head, their fullness creamy and pink-tipped.
"Oh, are we all gonna get fucked tonight," he said.
He pinched both women's tender skin. Desire charged through
his bloodstream, his stiff prick acting as an antenna to give
warning to the twin who caressed it. He gasped and grasped her
hair, trying to shove all of his massive tool into her sucking
mouth.
She gagged. Candy was gorged by the suddenness of his
movement, yet she didn't pull back. She wanted it. He was
actually choking her, yet the dark eyes seemed to relish the
thought of being strangled in such a way. Les continued to strain
his rigid pole into her mouth and spread her lovely lips even
wider.
In the fascination of watching Candy suck his meat, he had
been neglecting the sister. She let him know it by grabbing his
head and pulling it back to the gooey softness of her pulpy cunt.
"Dammit, don't stop! Eat me, you son-of-a-bitch ... suck it
dry!" she wailed.
His face was pressed into her muff. It smelled of musky,
exotic perfume, mingling with the aroma of sex rising from his own
buried cock.
"Hmmmmmm, good ... good pussy," he sighed.
"Eat it ... eat my cunt!" Her thighs tightened on his head
and she slowly eased her mound upwards. His lips touched her
spreading labia. It was pink, glistening hot, and inviting.
"Oh ... ohhhhh, hell yes, shit yes. That's it, suck on my
hole. Suck my fucking cunt 'til it's raw," Cindy shrieked,
grinding her knob of love and lust against Les' upper lip.
He let his eyes float down, as he ate, to the twin of the
face that sucked his cock. Her breasts were wildly flapping
together as she bucked and rammed her flaming cunt against his
sucking mouth.
His tongue flicked out, the tip forcing its way into the pulp
of her fiery slit.
"Sex ... cunt, cock, come," Cindy said, squirming sensuously
as his tongue moved the entire length of her tingling crevice.
"Give it to me, lover. Suck and bite my hard little clit!"
Les' tongue pushed deeply into her, hard, like an erected
cock. Her asscheeks snapped against his chin, quivering. "My
clit," she cried out again, "get my fucking clit ... please,
HURRY!"
"You whores. You hot-assed sluts," he cried into her
steaming folds, "I love you both."
His mouth ground against her clitoris. It was slick and hot
and congested with the spunk of her lust. It was like a female
cock probing at his mouth. Moisture seeped from her folds, hot
and wet against his pressing chin.
"Fuck it ... FUCK IT HARD!" she hissed.
The head of her thighs burned against his face as he pulled
her clitoris between his lips. It was wonderful, alive, female.
It seemed to move and expand when he licked it. His tongue
grasped the sex flesh like a nipple, sucking and tugging.
She squirmed, her throbbing driving dripping pussy causing
her mind to lose control. Her buttocks clenched and quivered and
the strong muscles of her thighs sent tremors along either side of
his head as she screamed out her come.
He withdrew from her thighs, and his eyes were wild with
desire as he stared into her lovely face. It was ringed by
straight black hair, round with a pert nose and dark eyes that
were nearly pupil-less as she stared in ecstasy back at him.
Les eased Cindy's body down to the bed and moved his
concentration to her sister, who was now devouring his cock like a
full-course meal. But it wasn't all in her throat and that's
where he wanted it, clear down past her tonsils.
The full, sensuous mouth moved, red, warm, infinitely
fuckable. It was his turn to move. He jumped forward, forcing
his gigantic erection between the ruby lips.
"Ohhh, agggwww," Candy gasped, but her hands came free of his
cock and let him move it hard into her face. She eyed his meat
hungrily as it moved slowly in and out of her face, gaining an
inch into her throat with every lunge.
"Swallow it," he urged. "Take the whole fucker into your
mouth!"
She mumbled something.
"Take it, dammit!" he urged. His ass squirmed against her
breasts. The hard nipples burned into his asscheeks.
Candy's eyes smiled up and rolled at him. They said, "I love
cock."
Her mouth became a voracious, devouring thing as she took him
in. She began to suck him gently, then ravenously as the tide of
perversity took hold on her, sweeping her into the powerful arena
of cock and sex.
Her lips were literally molded tightly around his pulsing
shaft, her tongue rolling around his meat as she applied suction
with her cheeks. Her face was bloated and congested with cock as
she slowly took it all.
"Ohhh, cunt ... your mouth is just like a warm, sweet cunt,"
he groaned, as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
He felt as if his testicles were being drawn into her mouth.
He was tense and straining, making no effort to withdraw as the
end neared. Her mouth continued to work feverishly until she
tasted the hot jets of salty cum against the roof of her mouth.
Candy pulled her mouth from the head of his spurting cock. A
gooey glob of sperm shot out and landed on her chin. She speared
it with her tongue, brought it into her mouth, and swallowed.
"Fuck me ... fuck me in the cunt now and make me come too,"
Candy cried, dropping onto her back alongside her sister. "Hurry,
I want to feel that hot juice shoot up, clear up, inside me!"
Les dropped between her thighs and filled her hole with his
cock in one, swift, fluid lunge.
Her vaginal walls hugged his shaft tightly, and he slithered
through the slippery folds until his balls slapped wetly against
her ass. Ecstasy ripped through her cunt as his hot cock filled
her belly. He pounded, drove stroke after stroke into her,
thrusting against the quivering, sucking mouth of her wobbling
cervix.
Then the sound of moaning and fucking bodies was shattered by
the loud ringing of the telephone in the living room.
"Oh no ... shit, piss, fuck ... goddam telephone," Candy
cried, humping her cunt lovingly up over Les' charging cock.
"Fuck it ... keep fucking me!"
"I'll get it," Cindy said, reluctantly. She rolled off the
bed. "But save some of that for me!"
Candy heard her sister's footsteps leave the room and then
the insistent jangling stopped. The telephone was an important
part of their lives. Without it they couldn't make a living. So
someone had to answer it.
Thank god, Cindy was willing to at that moment because Candy
couldn't make her body give up the cock that was filling it, no
matter how important the call might be.
"Goddam, you're good," Les cried, grinding his pelvis against
hers.
"So are you, lover," Candy groaned, forgetting all about her
sister and the telephone as she lost herself in the joy and fury
of a new cock. "It's always wild, the first time with somebody
new," Candy sighed. "There's always something very exciting, for
both Cindy and I, about fucking with a total stranger ... somebody
that you've just met."
"Well, I'm glad it was me you met," Les sighed, and started
stroking harder and harder in and out of her hot, juicy hole.
"Pump it ... pump it faster ... yes, like that," Candy urged,
raking her nails lightly up and down his back, from the crack of
his ass to the nape of his neck.
He grunted in agreement and squeezed her full asscheeks in
his hands. He fucked into her hair-lined hole with all the
strength in his body.
I love cock, I love sex, Candy's mind chanted as she fucked
him back. His cock grated across her hard clit with as much
delicious sensation as any she had ever had. It burrowed up, up,
all the way in her pulsing vagina. It jerked and throbbed. It
almost seemed to breathe hot air inside her.
"Yes ... ohhh, yessssss."
Moving his hands under her asscheeks, taking a firmer grip,
his strong arms lifted the weight off her legs.
"Oh shit ... soon, soon. Put your legs up. Put them around
my waist. Oh, Candy, you're so fucking good, tight. It's good
fucking like that, standing with you like this."
Tentatively, Candy raised one trembling leg. Then, she threw
the other leg up and locked her ankles. The cock up her belly
seemed to grow longer and plant its hot, jerking tip deeper than
ever.
"Now fuck," sighed Les. He made deep-throated pleasure
sounds. His fingers slipped into the open crack of her ass. One
found the rear entry. "Make that sweet pussy bite me," he hissed,
twisting a finger up her rectum. "Sweet, sweet pussy ... fuck me,
fuck my cock," he howled.
"I love it," Candy managed to sigh, knowing that he was
beyond hearing, beyond caring what she said. Nonetheless she
wanted to express the emotions that his hands, his big pulsing
cock were stirring in her. Her body felt light, charged with
electricity. Her tight cunthole snapped. Her puckered asshole
sucked lovingly on his finger.
"Oh good cock ... good fuck. You're clear up in my fucking
throat with it," she cried.
"Faster," he demanded, "fuck faster. Screw that sweet cunt
around like that ... yesssss."
Planting his feet wide apart, giving himself more room, more
leverage, he began to hump the length of his rod in and out of her
pussy like an animal. He slammed her fluid ass cheeks against the
mattress, grunting with each lunge. He tried to hurt her, bruise
her, and she loved it.
Candy felt no pain. She felt only the bliss, the fire, the
friction of his dick stoking her furnace. She wiggled, fucking
him with all her might, mind and body, trying to bring them both
to orgasm. She felt the knob of his mighty cock swell and jerk in
the slippery depths of her sheath and fucked her hips, her
cunthole even faster.
She wrapped her arms tight at his neck. She strained her
legs at his waist and rested her head in the crook at his shoulder
while she gyrated her pussy furiously.
Pulling far back, Les slammed into her. Sweat broke on his
brow as his long cock dipped again and again in her hot juicy
hole.
Candy could feel his big hairy balls growing tense with the
force of the cum-load her tight cunt was coaxing from him. The
hands on her ass pulled her close with each forward stab, forcing
her onto him. She felt only the exquisite driving goodness, only
the thrust of his prick.
He sought her moist, parted lips. Their mouths fused. His
tongue began to piston in time to his cock and the finger that was
fucking her asshole. Then suddenly the cock in her belly stopped
pistoning. It held in her at its roots. The hands on her
asscheeks became cruel steel claws.
She gasped. Batting her inner cunt muscles on the vibrating
shaft, she sucked his tongue and held her breath in anticipation
of the first thick gush of his cream in her dilated pussy.
It seemed to take forever. Her lungs, she was certain, were
going to burst through her chest and leave her firm pink-tipped
titties shredded. She worked her ass frantically; bumping,
grinding, milking the fat head of his magnificent cock.
It was a good come, for both of them, and they told each
other so.
"Have you got any more?" she cried.
"Yes ... right away. Fuck me back!" he cried.
Then his cock was again pumping, spurting another load of his
hot jism up her clasping hole.
"Yes ... give it to me ... fill me up with it. I'm coming
too," Candy gasped.
Moaning, pinching his waist in the vise of her thighs, and
kneading his spitting dick in the tighter, hotter, vise of her
vagina, Candy gulped the semen with her cunt. She squealed and
made her cunt suck his thick cream. She felt it glide down the
walls of her sheath. Out it came, searing the puffy pink lips of
her pussy, and dripping wet and sticky down the crack of her ass.
She sucked his mouth. She worked her stomach, making it ripple,
making the ripples spread through her sex until her sensitive clit
began to fire the heat, the thrill, and the fireworks of her
orgasm.
"Boy, you better have one more for Cindy," Candy giggled, "or
she'll tear your cock out by the roots."
"It doesn't matter ... now," Cindy said, from the door.
Les and Cindy rolled their heads around. Cindy was at the
door, lounging against the jamb. She had a drink in one hand, a
cigarette in the other, and a scowl on her face.
"What's wrong, sis?" Candy said, feeling something.
"Yeah, what is it, Cindy," Les said, "you look like you've
just seen a ghost."
"Almost. Oh, I haven't seen one," Cindy replied. "But I
feel like I just talked to one."
"What are you talking about, honey?" Candy asked.
"Just that ... ghosts," Cindy said, and walked to the bed.
"How long do you suppose it has been since we have seen or heard
from our dear father."
"Well ... let's see," her sister replied. "We're almost
nineteen ... ah, I'd say ten years."
"Well, I not only just talked to him, but he would like us to
spend a couple of weeks with him."
Chapter 2
The girls knew very little about their father except what
they had been told by their mother. Most of that was bad and the
girls believed it completely. That is, they believed it until
they got older and started understanding a little more about life
and sex.
His name was Zachery Harris. He had been a professional
gambler, a rake, and, according to pictures and people's
description, the handsomest and most charming man in the world--at
least in the world inhabited by the people who said that.
In the nine years after the girls' birth their mother had
grown to hate him. She explained the reasons for this to her
daughters; he was a sex maniac, never able to completely satisfy
his wild, carnal desires and he was worthless. Their mother
claimed that the only reason he married her was for her money; of
which she had a very great deal.
The girls took this for the truth, believing every word as
fact until they started growing-up and the desires of mature
womanhood started rising in their own awakening bodies.
By the time they were thirteen, sex was all-important to
them. Their mother was so protective and possessive that the
girls were never given a chance to experiment with boys. In lieu
of that they started experimenting with each other.
Sucking each other's tits and rubbing their excited little
cunts together became an everyday kick and turn-on for both of
them.
Their mother discovered the pastime one day and nearly went
out of her mind. She beat both of them nearly silly and kept
screaming at them that they were just like their father. She said
they would probably turn out to be female counterparts of him and
his useless, lustful ways; just like him, they would end up no
good and living every moment of their lives for sex.
The beating that the girls received and the constant reminder
that sex was awful, dirty, and God-knew-what-else made the girls
fearful enough to stop their experiments on each other.
For almost a month they stayed away from even thinking about
sucking and fucking. They wouldn't even sleep together or look at
each other when they were in the bath or changing.
But they couldn't keep it up. In no time they were back at
the joy of making each other come.
Shortly after their fourteenth birthday they discovered that
each other's body was just not enough to satisfy them. They both
started looking longingly at boys' bodies. They wanted to see and
feel a prick. They wanted to know what the older girls at school
were talking about when they went on and on about the joy of sex
and what it felt like to fuck on a cock instead of a finger.
In the summer of their fourteenth year, during a church
picnic, they saw their first hard prick and found out what it
could do to a ready and willing cunt.
Mona Landon was the school hump. All the boys were wild
about her. The twins' mother said she was the instrument of the
devil. The mother cautioned the girls not to associate with Mona,
because it was obvious from her ripe, voluptuous body that she was
destined for hell.
Both girls couldn't quite understand this because at
fourteen, two years younger than Mona, their bodies were more
attractive and fuller in the breasts and hips than Mona's.
Did that mean that they were destined for a life of sex and
hell? They both secretly hoped so.
In the middle of the afternoon picnic, when most of the kids
were swimming, the twins spotted Mona and Grady Bell, the big
football hero from the high school, sneak away into the woods.
They were both sure of what was going to happen and they both
agreed that this would be their big chance to see a boy in action
with a girl.
They followed.
The twins waited until Mona and Grady were almost out of
sight--no one else was watching, nor had seen the couple leave--
then they set off after them.
Abruptly, about a hundred yards into the trees, Grady pulled
the giggling Mona off the path. Cindy and Candy, being as quiet
as they could, followed them to the edge of a clearing.
From behind some bushes they had an excellent seat for the
upcoming show. Both of them felt the excitement of anticipation
as they watched the young man strip off his bathing suit. Then
the anticipation became a moment of panic when they saw the size
of his rigid man-cock.
"Jesus," Cindy whispered. "How can that big thing get inside
a woman?"
"We must stretch a lot," Cindy said, being the most realistic
of the two.
The two lovers came together and lowered themselves to the
ground. The twins were breathless as Grady removed Mona's bikini
and bent his head to her fleshy, pouting breasts.
The twins' breasts swelled in the confines of their suits as
he started to suck the girl's jutting globes. They could feel a
sudden ache deep in the pits of their bellies and an itch in their
young, virginal pussies.
Now the couple ground their flesh together and Grady kissed
her lips with a savage, animal-like fury. The twins could almost
feel the aura of sexuality reach them from the center of the
clearing and the writhing, naked bodies. As Grady's hands roamed
over Mona's body, the twins' flesh began to tingle in the same
places he touched.
They saw his head move back to her quivering breasts, then
down along her body to her thighs. It was so exciting that they
could almost feel those lips fluttering on their own flesh. "Do
you think he'll fuck her?" Cindy asked.
"Of course he's going to fuck her," Candy replied. "Now,
shhhhh, and watch. They'll hear you."
His mammoth prick was in full view above Mona now. It looked
very hard and long enough and thick enough to split the poor girl
in half. But Mona didn't seem to be afraid. Her hands moved to
him and began stroking his hard muscles, then moved on down his
body.
"I want your cock," the twins heard Mona gasp. "I want to
feel the meat of your cock clear in my cunt until you scrape the
inside of my tits with it."
"You'll get it, sweetheart," Grady replied.
Now Mona was touching him, stroking his body lovingly with
her long red-tipped fingers. Then he was rolling over on his back
and she was moving over him. Her big breasts flattened against
his belly.
"What's he gonna do now?" Cindy asked.
"Kiss her pussy, silly. Just like we do to each other," said
Candy. "Jeez, I wish he was fucking my cunt with his tongue right
now."
Then the couple turned around again with Mona on her back.
Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide apart. Grady knelt
between her thighs. The twins couldn't help but gasp in awe as
they saw his buttocks clench and drive the full length of his
prick up into Mona's clasping pussy.
"My God," Candy gasped. "She took his whole prick like it
was nothing."
"Wow ... look at 'em fuck," Cindy said in total awe.
They watched as the pleasure of Grady's cock in her cunt
spread across Mona's face. The girl was moaning and urging him to
fuck her harder, faster. Her eyes were closed, her mouth became
slack, and her head rolled from side to side as Grady rammed his
long, thick cock in and out of her seething pussy in swift,
plunging strokes.
The two girls played with their own cunts as they watched
Mona approach her climax.
Then it happened.
Mona's body arched up off the ground. She took Grady up with
her until only her feet and shoulders touched the grass beneath
her. The twins heard and saw the girl's climax as they roared
through their own, brought on by the punishing fingers in their
cunts.
"Oh yes, yes, Grady, honey, fucker ... come with me ... shoot
your come up into my cunt ... cream my pussy with your hot juice!"
The twins watched each other come and then looked back at the
couple on the ground. They lay sprawled side by side, chests
heaving. Mona's body still twitched occasionally from her come.
The twin's eyes glittered as they watched, feeling a hollowness
inside their own bodies.
"God, I want a cock like that inside my pussy ... fucking
me," Candy said.
"Oh shit yes ... me too," Cindy groaned.
It was nearly a month to the day when both girls got their
wishes. Ironically enough, the prick that set them off on a life
of sex worship was their uncle's, their mother's brother.
He had just gotten a divorce and had come to stay with them
while affairs between him and his wife were settled by their
respective lawyers.
The girls liked him a lot and whenever their mother wasn't
around to listen they asked him all sorts of questions about his
married life. One afternoon the questions got right to the point,
when Candy was left alone with him at the pool while Cindy and
their mother were out.
"Why did you get a divorce?" Candy said, from her spot on the
deck, looking up at him sitting in one of the reclining chairs
around the pool.
His answer surprised and delighted her. "Because," he said,
"my wife is like my sister, your mother. She's cold, frigid, and
totally sexless. A man needs sex, it's one of his most basic
desires and drives. A normal woman should need it too. Something
is wrong when she doesn't."
Oh brother, Candy thought, you can say that again.
Out loud she said, "Is that why my mother divorced our
father? ... Because she wouldn't have sex with him?"
"I don't really know," her Uncle Don replied. "I didn't know
your father very well."
Cindy and Candy had already decided, between them, that their
uncle would be their first male conquest. They knew that if they
seduced him or let him seduce them, he wouldn't be like the boys
at school and talk about it afterwards. He would be safe and,
from the way he talked, he didn't think sex was dirty, like their
mother did. Also he made no bones about telling them how much he
needed it.
"You're not like Mother ... are you?" Candy said, raising up
on her elbows and smiling when she saw his eyes travel down to the
dark valley between her swaying breasts where they bulged like two
brown melons above the cups of her scanty bikini.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean about sex. You like to fuck, don't you?"
He smiled at her bluntness. She liked his smile. It was
almost as charming and handsome as her father's smile that Cindy
and Candy treasured in the only picture they had of him.
"You're your father's daughter all right," he said.
"What does that mean?" Candy awkwardly asked.
"It means you're blunt."
"It also means I'm curious," she replied, making it very
plain when she lifted her head a little and stared pointedly at
the bulge in his suit.
"How curious?" Don said, shifting on the chaise so his
youthful niece couldn't see just how large the rise in the front
of his swimtrunks had become.
"Curious enough to sneak into your room tonight after
everyone else is asleep."
"You'd really do that?" he said, his eyes narrowing.
"No shit ... would I really do that," she said. "You just
don't fall asleep before I get there."
That night Candy told Cindy her plan.
"What about me?" Cindy said.
"Simple. I'll do it tonight and you can sneak down tomorrow
night."
"Well ... okay," Cindy said. "But I'll be wide awake waiting
for every detail so don't fall asleep and stay down there all
night."
"I won't ... I won't, I promise."
Her Uncle Don was awake, waiting for her in bed, with only
his night-light on.
"I didn't think you really meant it."
"Now you know I did," Candy said. "Well? ... do we or don't
we?"
"Does that door lock from this side?" he asked.
"The key is on the other side."
He grinned at her. "Then either get out of here or go get
the key and lock the door from this side."
Candy went to the door, opened it, and got the key. When it
was secure from inside the room, she walked to the bed.
"God," he moaned up at her, "you are an absolute doll."
He reached up and pulled her down to him. It was a lovely
long kiss. He gasped in awe when he broke the kiss and cupped one
of her breasts in his hands.
"What's the matter?" she said in alarm.
"I hope you have your full growth already," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because if you don't," he said, "you're going to have to
hand-make your bras someday. Jesus, I could see in your bikini
that you were big but, my God, when I get my hands on one of them
..."
"Do you want me to suck your cock first?" Candy said.
"Where do you know about that?" he said, laughing.
"Cindy and I read books ... and we talk a lot. She wants you
to fuck her, too."
"Oh my God," he said, bringing her body back down to his and
kissing her again. He took her all the way down with him onto the
bed.
His fingers opened her nighty and slipped inside. She gasped
into his mouth as the garment slipped all the way open down to the
triangle of her pussy. She sighed and settled comfortably down
onto her back. The robe slipped completely aside.
He gasped again when he saw the huge rosebuds at the tips of
her mammoth breasts and the dark patch of fur that stretched
across her pussy to nearly touch both her hip bones.
"Jesus, you are one beautiful girl," he said.
Slowly his hands moved in over her ribs and up to close on
her surging, naked breasts. Gently his fingertips massaged her
firm, tanned tits, then slid down over her belly. It quaked under
his touch. The skin all over her body rippled and twitched with
quivers of delighted acceptance.
"Are you scared?" he asked.
"No," she smiled. "Just anxious to see what a cock feels
like."
Kissing her and being thoroughly kissed in return, he let his
fingers linger just above her pubic hair, exploring, titillating
her with the toying, kneading motions of his fingertips.
"That feels good," she cooed in his ear as she reached for
him to return the pleasure. Her hand found his naked cock.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "your prick is hard ... real hard and big."
His hand went back to her tits. He put one hand to each huge
jug and stroked. He squeezed and pinched their round plumpness
until the nipples were red and quivering.
Candy started writhing beneath him, trying to get the wet
furrow of her cunt close to his hard cock. She was loving the
violation of her virgin breasts and she wanted it to spread to her
pussy.
He bent his head to kiss the fullness of her sweet young
tits. His tongue licked and swirled over the hard globes and
watched as they swiftly swelled even larger. He held them
together with his hands pressed against their full outer sides.
Then his tongue licked between the silky globes, into the deep
valley.
Candy was going crazy. For the next fifteen minutes she
asked, then begged, then insisted that he hurry and put his big
cock up into her cunt.
He paid no attention. He just went right on arousing her,
loving her flesh, making love to all of her body.
He stood beside the bed and pulled the thin nighty from
beneath her. She stared up at the bobbing length of his cock.
Her eyes were full of respect and just a tinge of fear.
But when he moved back to her she readily opened her legs.
"It will hurt when it goes into your pussy," he said.
"I know," she sighed. "I know and I don't give a shit. Fuck
me ... put it in my pussy and fuck me with it!"
He used his hand to get her pussy as wet as possible, then he
moved to enter her.
His prick began to find its way into the wet, juicing hole of
her vagina. She managed to get directly beneath him. Instead of
shying away from the huge bludgeon of his powerful tool, she
shivered in apprehension and surged up to meet his driving body.
Her hands rose to pull him down into her. "Fuck me good,"
she moaned. "Oh shit, I can feel the head of your cock breaking
it ... go ahead ... go, go, go! Don't stop until I've got it
all."
Rhythmically, she clenched and loosened the soft cheeks of
her ass beneath her, so that her body undulated under his. Her
hand shot between his body and hers and gripped and pulled,
guiding him into the wet mouth of her crotch. She forced her legs
as far apart as she could get them and bucked her cunt hard over
his thrusting cockmeat.
His cock slid in, far into that hot pool of sensual comfort.
He struck her membrane. She cried out in sudden pain. He didn't
hold back.
"Now ... in it goes," he gasped.
"Yes ... all of it. Take my useless fucking cherry."
He rammed forward to bury the crown of his throbbing prick
far inside her. She grunted rather than cry out. She went limp
for a moment, staring at the ceiling beyond his wide shoulders.
Then his cock started going in and out. An ecstatic shiver
went sweeping over her entire sweaty body.
Then she bucked and felt his balls implanted against the
crack of her ass. She also felt the hard bone of his pelvis
crushing against her own matted, wet cunt hair and knew that she
had him all, all of his turgid cock up her belly.
"I did it," she said, "I swallowed up all your cock with my
pussy."
He stayed tight against her, lying still with his body
propped above hers, on his forearms.
She stared up at him with beautifully misty eyes. "It's all
gone."
"Yes," he replied, "Do you want to come now?"
In answer she smiled broadly. Then she moved and threw her
long, naked legs up over his shoulders. "Fuck me," she commanded.
"You," he said, kissing her left nipple, "are soft, and so
tight." He kissed her right nipple. "And if I move very much
more than this I'll come."
"Move anyway. Fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
He fucked her. He surged in and out of her virgin hole. He
widened her while she cried for more and more. He plunged his
prick clear to the far depths of the hole between her hot, sweaty
thighs. He felt her juice and blood ooze from her lower lips and
soak his balls; it was good, it was warm and it made him fuck her
all the harder.
"Oh ... oh, there, there, there," he chanted and came.
Cum boiled out into the body beneath him and when she felt it
surge into her she cried out in delighted joy. She clasped him
even closer when he slipped down on her.
"Oh, your come feels so good shooting up into my cunt like
that."
He didn't let her up until his cock was hard again. This
time he slid slowly in and out of her, rubbing her body with his,
grinding his pelvic bone over her clitoris as he slid in and out
of that dark, wonderful, newly opened fuck hole that was slippery
with his semen and her hot pussy juice.
He made it last and last until she was begging for it, when
her eyes snapped very wide and she reached orgasm.
"I came ... I came on a cock," she whispered.
"Are you all right?" he said.
"I'm fine ... and I'm cock crazy. Fuck me again!" she said,
flipping his body over until she was on top of him.
Chapter 3
Uncle Don's deflowering of Cindy proved even easier.
The girls didn't need the elaborate plan of getting Cindy to
his room that next night.
In the morning their mother announced that she would once
again have to spend the day in town on business. Winking at her
sister, Candy agreed to go along with her on the pretext of doing
some shopping.
As they left Candy whispered, "Lucky you ... you'll get to
fuck him all afternoon!"
Cindy ran to her room as soon as she heard them pull away,
and got into her bikini. Dressed, she streaked to the pool and
waited for her uncle to come out of his room for his regular
morning swim.
She waited and waited but he never appeared. At last she
could no longer stand the mounting pressure in her pussy. She
went to his room and found him stretched across the bed, still
sound asleep.
The sight of his naked cock, lying limply between his legs
over the sac of his balls, made her whole body tingle with wild
anticipation.
Gently she took his cock in her hands and caressed it. He
moaned and lifted his hips upward, sending his swelling meat
through her fist toward her lips.
Her Uncle Don was dreaming, dreaming about the beautiful fuck
he had received the night before from her sister. Only, in his
dream, Candy was both the twins all rolled into one giant woman.
She had the biggest tits in the world and on their ends three-inch
nipples.
He was dreaming that his head was buried between those huge
tits. Because his dream Candy/Cindy was so big, he could only
fuck her navel while he sucked her tits and wallowed between them.
Don pounded his cock a little into her belly but it wasn't
good enough. He wanted to fuck her cunt, but he was reluctant to
take his lips from the succulent wealth of her tremendous breasts.
At last he slid downward and crouched on his knees between
her splayed legs. The huge black mat of her pubic hair was a full
foot wide where it disappeared between her thighs into the dimpled
abundance of her rounded buttocks.
Her pussy gaped open, the pink meat of her vulva glistening
between the curling hair. It was also huge. It looked as though
he could part the meaty lips and actually squirm inside her.
He leaned forward, laying his belly on hers, and wound his
arms around her girth. Crossing them beneath her, he cupped as
much of her buttocks as he could and roughly squeezed.
She moaned, and it sounded like a whole orgy going off in his
ears.
He eased forward and felt the head of his cock nudge her
clitoris. It was wet and spongy and gave with his increased
pressure. The head of his prick slipped off and rolled easily
downward, disappearing into her hole with a slurping sound.
It was good, so good, and so warm, and so wet, and he knew it
was a dream and he knew that he was going to come all over
himself.
What he didn't know was that it wasn't a dream, that his cock
was in something warm and wet. It was in Cindy's mouth.
He awoke immediately. "Candy ... I thought you went back to
your own room," he said, shaking the sleep from his eyes and
trying to bring himself down from the wild dream.
"She did," Cindy said, raising her head from his prick and
smiling delightfully at him.
Then he returned her smile with understanding. "Cindy?"
"Yes."
"I suppose you'll be in my room tonight?"
"No ..." she said, "right now."
"But your mother ..."
"She and Candy left already. They won't be back for hours."
She let her tongue trail up the swollen stalk of his prick.
"Candy was right ... your prick is really big; big and beautiful."
"You're making me hard," he said.
"Hard for my pussy," she replied. "Make my pussy slippery
for your cock!"
"Are you a virgin, too?" he said.
"Yes ... but I don't think I've got a cherry." She giggled.
"I'm always ramming things up inside me ... I think I probably
popped it one hell of a long time ago."
"Then you're going to get something live rammed up you right
now," he said and started fumbling with the top of her bikini.
His hands were gentle on her breasts, exciting as he squeezed
her tender nipples through the soft material of her bra. Only for
an instant, when he pinched her breast end a little too hard, did
she complain. Soon, her body responded to her uncle's caresses.
He worked her suit down over her hips, allowed it to fall, and
then helped her step out of it.
With eyes shining he stepped back to look at her and marveled
at how alike the two lovely twins were, even down to the shade of
pubic hair that lightly covered her beautiful, already dripping,
pussy.
For Cindy he became the most exciting man she had ever seen.
She slid her hand down the front of her body until she could
gather the full mound of her pussy in her fist and finger her
clitoris. She watched his cock bob and leap at the front of his
groin as he watched her play with her pubic hair and finger her
delightful wet pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, you're beautiful," she gasped. Suddenly she saw
all the good, fine points of a man's body. It was a fine-boned,
well-fleshed body, like her own, and she wanted his sex, wanted
him to crush her body into the bed as he fucked with his big hard
cock up her hungry cunt.
He reached for her and picked her up with his arms. He
squeezed her against him as he held her about six inches off the
floor. His cock pushed between her thighs so that she felt it
throbbing against her wet, cuntal lips. He held her there as he
kissed her, and the tip of his tongue played wild games inside her
mouth, searching for and probing hers.
He ended the kiss, and she felt her head spinning as he moved
her like a bodyless form to the bed. Lust shone in his eyes as he
fondled her ass and thighs with the same gentle touch that his
tongue had used on her inner mouth.
He put her down on her back and completely removed her bra.
She felt it fall down her arms. Then it was off, and her fleshy,
full tits were jutting proudly toward this man who was ready to
take them, to take her cunt for the first time.
He held one breast in each hand and pushed them together.
Then he squeezed them gently, as if they were made of fine
porcelain. Then his hands moved down her body and tickled her
flesh. He didn't need to hurry and he wouldn't. She liked the
slow way he played her body, liked the way he looked at the wide
triangle of pubic hair that crowned her thrusting cuntal mound.
"Oh God, it's good, so good the way you touch me. I want you
so much. Hold me, love me, fuck me. Come to me and fuck me with
your cock!"
He sighed as he let his eyes drink in the full yet perfect
proportions of her naked body. He leaned forward and nuzzled his
nose in the soft, curling fur of her pussy. "You're like an
angel, and I'll love you like an angel," he groaned. "But when
the time is right, and we're right, I'll fuck you like a woman."
He moved her back to the head of the bed and slid in beside
her. Slowly he let his hand flow down across her thighs, over the
firm, flat belly and come to rest in the mat of her pubic hair.
As he slid a finger up into her pussy a cry broke from his throat.
But far from being the animal cry she might have expected, it was
the sigh of a gentle lover who had achieved his goal.
"You're right," he said. "There's nothing there."
She smiled. "But I hope there will be ... soon."
She encircled his body with her arms and pulled him on top of
her. His weight was delicious as it crushed her breasts and her
belly. She squirmed beneath him, urging him to fuck her. She
reached down and closed her hand as hard as she could around the
rigid thickness of his thrilling cock.
"Jeez ... it's so big," she sighed.
"But not too big," he said, "you can take it, Cindy, easy.
You can take it clear up inside your fuckhole."
"I know," she smiled. "I know I can."
Bending his head and rolling a little to the side of her
body, he cupped a breast and eased the delicious bud at its end
into his mouth. He licked and then lovingly rolled the hardened
flesh between his lips.
She writhed and moaned. "Forever," she cried, "I want my sex
to come and come and the coming to last forever."
She felt the tips of his fingers, maddeningly gentle, as they
parted the tender lips of her pussy. The warm juices oozed from
between them across his fingers and told him just how ready her
pussy was for his love and his cock. The soaking state of her
cunt told him what he wanted to know, what he longed to know--that
she was eager to welcome all of his throbbing cock into her body.
He sucked both her breasts until the pink flesh at their ends
felt raw. With his tongue he laved as if he were a child at his
mother's tit.
Cindy responded in kind, arching her back and feeding his
mouth with the fullness of her jutting breast flesh.
His head moved down, kissing and licking its way over the
silky skin of her belly. At the same time his hands slid under
the firm flesh of her rounded buttocks and kneaded them as though
they were the first female asscheeks he had ever touched.
When Cindy felt his mouth move slowly down from her navel,
she knew where he was going and her urgent cry of passion told him
how much she wanted it. His lips and tongue paused to nuzzle in
the thick part of her pubic hair just at the top of her slit. As
they did, his fingers separated her buttocks and met at her
asshole.
As he stroked there, she responded by bucking her ass up and
down in his hands. There was no roughness, only gentle probing as
his finger worked its subtle way into her rectum to drive her
wild. It was as though her rear had become another cunt.
And then his open mouth came down on her pussy and her cries
of passion filled the room. She was sure that everyone in the
whole world could hear her scream out for him to suck and fuck
her.
She didn't care. She wanted the whole world to know. At
that moment she wouldn't even have stopped if her mother had
walked into the room and caught them in the act of love. Cindy
had been sucked by her sister but it had never been like this
before.
Don did it all and he did it with passion and tenderness. He
was the perfect lover for a young girl getting her first lesson in
love, her first fuck.
He sucked the juicy and tender lips of her pussy clear into
his mouth. Then he used his tongue to ream the succulent walls of
her vagina and flick against the throbbing clitoris.
As greedily and rapidly as he licked, he couldn't lick all
the wealth of flowing juice that trickled in streams from her
quivering cuntal lips. Cindy felt more and more warm fluid
running down into the hot crack of her ass, making it feel like a
pussy itself, a hot, juicy pussy that became even more sensitive
as she felt his finger in her anus roll around and around in ever-
widening circles.
"Oh shit, Uncle Don, it's so good," she screamed. "My cunt
... my ass. Everything you're doing is so good, yes, yes, faster,
faster!"
If he replied she couldn't hear it or understand the words.
Instead, all she heard were lovely grunting sounds being muffled
in the warmth of her crotch as it rubbed back and forth wetly
against his face and the sweetly invading tongue.
She felt herself coming. She cried out even louder and his
hands tightened their grip on the cheeks of her swinging, writhing
ass. He pulled her cunt firmly against his mouth and let his
tongue dig even deeper into her inflamed hole. Her come was
magnificent, building ever higher in its crescendo with each added
touch and swirl of his ravishing tongue.
While she shrieked and jerked her body through the most
wonderful come of her life until then, his open mouth paid tribute
to the softness and beauty of her cunt in a thrilling kiss that
seemed to go on and on until, at last, her body sagged back to the
bed.
But her Uncle Don was far from finished with her body and all
its mysteries. His mouth swarmed over her ass, making her again
start to squirm. After he had thoroughly kissed and licked the
large, round cheeks of her beautiful ass, he snaked his tongue
between them and worked it down to the center of her rectal hole.
He removed his finger from her asshole with a popping sound
and replaced it quickly with his tongue. When the hard tip
entered her rear hole it brought more shrieks of passion from her
anguished throat. As he pushed into her further and further with
his mouth-cock, her body began to churn with fresh desire.
As though he could read her body and her mind perfectly, he
waited for just the right moment when he knew her body was again
peaking, and raised his head from her ass and cunt. He moved
languidly up over her, his long, dripping cock preceding him.
He again felt her body respond as she saw his intent and
threw her legs ever wider apart for his entrance. "Yes ... yes,"
she moaned, and then screamed, "give me your cock! Fill me clear
up with your beautiful man-meat, my lover!"
She started to scream again but fell to silent mewling when
she felt his cock pressing against the pulp of her lower lips. It
stretched her wide open, as though a big arm was pushing into her
cunt. It delighted her. It filled her body with ecstasy as her
cunt became completely filled with his cock.
There was no pain, she didn't even think of pain. All she
thought of was his cock and fucking it.
He was unhurried, still gentle as she moved beneath him and
he rode her warm, wet body. He fed his cock into her an inch at a
time, allowing her thrilled cunt to savor each bite before he gave
a gentle shove and rammed the big thickness deeper into the wet,
juicy depths of her throbbing vagina.
The head of his huge cock felt like a pulsing heart as it
reamed her sopping cunt. It penetrated deeply, driving farther
and farther up into her belly until she was sure she would soon
feel it between her tits and eventually in the depths of her
throat.
"It's in you," he groaned. "It's all the way in you, and
it's so fucking good. You've got all my cock in your pussy,
Cindy."
"Ohhhhh, yes," she groaned and gasped. Her fingers dug into
the hard cheeks of his ass and urged him on. "Your cock is so far
up me, I can't believe I can take so big a thing so easy in my
pussy."
"Feel all right? ... Is it good?" he asked.
"Yes ... oh shit yes," she gasped. "Give it to me ... split
me with it! Faster, ram it into me! Oh fuck me, Uncle Don, fuck
me ... FUCK ME!"
"Grind your bone against me," he said. "Fuck me back with
your cunt!"
"Fuck me right up to my throat, lover. Make me taste your
cum when you shoot it into me."
He groaned in total bliss. His cock was smoothly fucking in
and out of her velvet pussy. He ground his pelvic bone against
hers with force until his prick was again buried to its root in
her belly and his balls battered against her anus.
They settled into a rhythm then, fucking in and out in long,
even strokes and jarring each other with their bodies as they
pounded.
Cindy's body felt crushed into the mattress, yet she squirmed
as she used her fingers to pull at his buttocks, trying to yank
his long, thick, throbbing cock even further into her hole.
Still he fucked on at the same beautiful rate. He heard the
wonderful squishing sounds coming from her wet cunt and felt the
top part of his long cock rubbing against her hard, twitching
clitoris.
And then they both came together. He felt his sperm flow in
long, steady, steamy spurts from the pulsing head of his cock as
her body responded by lifting them both from the bed in quivering
passion.
She screamed out from her first come on a cock. Her voice
was breaking, filling with sobs of joy and pleasure as she
screamed out how wonderful it was. He told her how tight and
thrilling her cunt was for him, how lovely her face and her
breasts looked when they were right at the peak of passion.
He would have told her more, she knew, but his voice broke
and she knew that he was at the peak of his second come already.
His cock was so big and his balls so heavy, that she was sure he
would fill her whole pleasure-filled body with the juiciness and
stickiness of his thick, creamy cum.
"Jeez," he said, almost to himself, "I thought Candy was
fantastic. Now I know you're fantastic ... you're both out of
this world!"
She paid little attention. She wanted his cock and another
load of his hot cum. "Can you do it again, Uncle Don? Can you
jism and spray my cunt with another load of your hot cum?"
Instead of answering her with words, he gave a strangled
groan and stepped up the pace of his fucking. His big body
tensed, and paused in the air above her as if he were about to
hurtle from the bed. And then he came again.
Grunting and panting, he ground down hard into her gaping
cunt and shot his second load up her, even larger and hotter than
the first. It was a torrent of hot cum and it shot with the
violent force of bullets up her cunt, its heat spreading
throughout her body.
The strong muscles of Cindy's tight young cunt grabbed at his
straining cock, strangling it, making him groan as she milked and
sucked his balls dry and turned her own uncle, an older man, from
a lusting animal into a sighing, panting boy. He was like a child
who nestled warmly on top of her passion- and pleasure-giving body
while his prick rested in her warm, juicy cunt.
Candy and Cindy were no longer virgins and it was to be just
the beginning.
Chapter 4
A few months later their Uncle Don left. The girls were sad,
even though it didn't end their explorations. They went right on
conquering sexual worlds anyway. First there were a few boys at
school, but for them, boys quickly became boring. The age,
experience, and maturity of their uncle and his sex methods had
spoiled them.
They shifted their attentions to more mature men. Then they
included older women. By the time the girls were seventeen, there
was nothing about the bedroom arts that the girls hadn't
experienced and still they wanted more.
It was only natural that the girls' escapades would
eventually reach their mother's ears. The rising rift between the
twins and their mother grew wider and wider until none of them
could stand it any longer. They truly began to hate each other.
The twins finally insisted, upon their graduation, that they
be allowed to fend for themselves and live on their own. The
mother agreed, but flatly told them that it would be without her
money.
That was when the girls appealed to their Uncle Don. He had
also grown to loathe his sanctimonious sister, so he readily
agreed to help his two nieces. Don had several contacts in the
publishing and fashion fields. It was easy for him to find highly
paid modeling work for two such beauties as Candy and Cindy. With
their beautiful bodies it was only natural that they would soon
graduate to the far more lucrative field of nude modeling.
They were immediately successful. They weren't able to live
as they had when they had the backing of their mother's huge
fortune but they were at least able to live as they liked and fuck
all they wanted to whenever they wanted.
Then, as if all the bitterness, the hate, and the sour bile
in their mother's body and mind were more than the human body
could stand, the mother went to her reward. And she did so still
cursing her daughters and their evil ways.
Her will, the girls learned to their surprise, was merely an
extension of her attitudes toward them. They were not to receive
a penny of the old lady's money until they were nineteen years of
age.
That was the first stipulation, and not too strange.
The second was different. If they weren't married, and
pregnant, and settled down by that time, all the money was to go
to charity.
Since the girls had been able to survive so far on their own,
they paid little heed to the will. They both agreed that having
such a great sum of money would be nice, but not nice enough to
marry and give up their freedom for it.
It was two weeks to the day of their nineteenth birthday when
their father made his phone call and summoned them, at his
expense, to Europe.
It was all mysterious and all very exciting.
* * *
"I am Gorn Plato, your father's man."
Both girls had the same identical thought at exactly the same
time: Our father has a man ... a valet? He must have hit it big
after all.
"You are both very beautiful young ladies," Gorn Plato
continued. "I will take your bags. The bar pulls out from the
back seat. Please make yourself comfortable. The drive to the
castle will take about four hours."
The girls exchanged fearful looks and slid into the well-
appointed back seat of the huge Mercedes limousine.
The huge chauffeur, if that was indeed his job, put their
bags in the boot and crossed around the car to the driver's side.
His shoulders barely made their way through the door and his
shaved head almost touched the roof of the car, as it slid
smoothly and silently away from the curb.
The highway out of Zurich was wide for several miles and then
narrowed as they climbed into the mountains.
The twins availed themselves of the bar and set back to
survey some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. Green
forest rose to lofty, snow-capped alps that soared far above.
They sipped their drinks and exchanged furtive glances. It
had all happened so fast, within forty-eight hours of the phone
call, that neither of them could be sure that it was happening at
all.
After unceremoniously dressing the unsuspecting Les and
kicking him out of the apartment, Cindy had built a drink for her
sister, set her down, and related the gist of the phone call.
"It was weird," Cindy said. "I answered and this operator
asks who I am. I tell her and then she says, 'one minute for
overseas ... Count Zachery.' I figured he's just another weirdo
who saw some of our pictures and somehow got our number, ya know?
I mean it's been so long that I didn't put the name together.
Especially not when it was tied to the title, 'Count'."
"All right ... all right," Candy said. "Skip the bullshit
and get on with it. I'm dying of curiosity!"
"Okay," Cindy continued. "This dude comes on the horn and
says, 'Cindy, this is your father,' I about shit and told him so.
He laughed, then comes right back with a lot of little details
about Mom, the schools we went to, the source of our money from
the trust, everything. He even expressed condolences, a little
tongue-in-cheek I think, about more and told me he knew all about
the will."
"But how could he know all that?" Candy asked.
"He couldn't," Cindy replied, "unless he was who he says he
was ... or is. Then he says he wants us to visit him in
Zacheist."
"Where's that?"
"In Switzerland."
"I can't go," Candy said.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid of heights," she giggled.
The following morning a messenger delivered two Swiss-Air
tickets and two trunks of clothes, their exact size, to the
apartment. After looking at the expensive labels on the clothes
and realizing that the tickets were for real, the girls decided
not to fight it; father or no, whoever he was he wasn't cheap.
Since Candy and Cindy had been modeling, several well-heeled
gentlemen had seen fit to entertain them in exotic places. The
girls, always game for a good time, had rarely declined the
offers. And never had they been disappointed in the good times,
the sex, or the places they had visited.
But never had the offer been extended so strongly, strangely
and accompanied by thousands of dollars in wardrobe.
That same evening they boarded the plane with some
nervousness but a great deal of curiosity.
And now they were in the back seat of a very expensive auto,
in a foreign country, studying the back of their father's
servant's bull neck.
"Did you ever see anybody so big?" Candy whispered.
"I wonder if he's that big all over," Cindy replied, and
giggled.
"Ouch," Candy said.
"How many people live in Zacheist?" Cindy asked, leaning
forward toward Gorn Plato.
"About six hundred people are dependent upon your father for
their welfare," he replied.
"I don't understand," Candy said.
"We, in Zacheist, have not progressed at all beyond feudal
times. The lord of the castle in Zacheist is still lord of the
land and its people. The people depend upon the land. The land
must have a ruler."
"But that's not what I asked," Cindy said, becoming somewhat
angered by his abrupt manner and his enigmatic answer.
"Your father will explain," he replied, and before either of
the girls could ask any more questions, the glass dividing driver
from passengers rose into place, neatly separating the car into
two sealed compartments.
"Cindy," Candy asked, "are you scared?"
"A little ... but, what the hell, we wanted kicks and
adventure."
Candy nodded in agreement but poured herself another stiff
drink for fortification.
* * *
Both girls had been lulled to sleep by the drink and the
gently rocking motion of the big car. They awoke when Gorn
Plato's huge, ham-like hand jostled both their shoulders.
Both girls groggily looked around outside the car, rubbing
the sleep from their eyes.
"We are in Aflando, a small village at the foot of the
mountain," Gorn said. "There is a bad storm between here and
Zacheist. We will have to stay at this inn for the night."
Sleepily, the girls were led to their respective rooms by a
fat little hausfrau who spoke very broken English.
"But can't we share the same room?" Candy asked, her earlier
fear urging her to be close to her sister.
"I'm afraid the rooms are too small," Gorn said, depositing
her luggage, and retaining Cindy's. "Follow me," he told Cindy
and walked out of the room and down the hall.
Cindy looked at her sister, shrugged and went out the door.
Candy undressed and soaked for over an hour in the old-
fashioned tub. Still dripping, she wrapped a towel around herself
and re-entered the bedroom.
"What the ...?"
Gorn Plato was standing by the bed. He had discarded his
coat and his arms were like two rippling steel posts in the short-
sleeved white shirt he wore.
"Would you like a massage after your bath?" he asked.
"A ... massage ... you ... mean from you?" Candy asked.
"It is customary."
I'm in Europe, Candy said to herself. I've got to remember
I'm in Europe now, things are different over here. When in, do
as!
"I ... ah ... I guess it's all right," she stammered.
Gorn motioned toward the bed. "I think you'll find it very
relaxing," he said, a slight smile, the first Candy had seen from
him, trailing around the corners of his mouth.
Candy moved to the bed and managed to slide in on her tummy,
keeping her vital, frontal parts covered from his eyes. She lay
with her arms folded beneath her head.
Then she realized that it made little difference. The giant
unceremoniously lifted the towel from her buttocks and she could
feel the cool breath of the room and his hot eyes on her gleaming
spheres of white flesh.
Be cool, she told herself, be cool.
But she couldn't help squeezing her thighs slightly tighter
together and hiding the dark thatch of pubic hair they shielded.
She nearly jumped off the bed when warm oil was poured over
her back, across her asscheeks, and down onto the soft skin of her
inner thighs. "Jesus ... what's that?"
"Oil," he said, his deep baritone voice seeming like a bellow
in the quiet room. "Oil from the earth for the skin and for the
passion. Just relax, miss, you'll soon be feeling all the tension
in your body drift away."
And he was right; the tension in her body did seem to just
float away as his expert hands started at her shoulder on one
side, worked all the way down to her toes, and then back up the
other side.
But the tension became something else--passion.
His kneading hands seemed to know just where to gently touch
her body to start the flow of juices in her pussy. Almost against
her will she felt her legs starting to spread.
His hands kept up their deft work on her back and then down
to her thighs. She jumped again when his hand found the inside of
her fleshy thighs dangerously close to her pubic hair. The tips
of his fingers also seemed to flick toward her asshole as he
worked up and over the mounds of her jiggling asscheeks.
She knew her body was twitching and she knew that he knew it,
even though his face remained an immobile mask.
"Turn over, please," he said, very calmly.
By that time she had no objections. She would probably have
done anything he wanted her to do. His hands knew exactly how to
turn a woman on and they had done their job well on Candy.
She flipped over and felt her fleshy asscheeks go flop on the
mattress. Her breasts were pointing directly at his face but his
control was amazing. It was as if he didn't even see them.
Looking down, between her jiggling, pink-tipped globes, she could
see her pubic mound, already glistening with the juices from her
pussy.
His hands moved across her shoulders and down into her
armpits. Again it was one of Candy's more sensitive areas and her
legs responded by moving apart.
God, she thought, her eyes closed, if he touches my tits,
I'll explode.
Then he was leaning over her, his hands on her stomach.
Candy didn't realize any significance in the move until she felt
his rock-hard cock press against the top of her head.
I am affecting him, she thought. For a moment she thought it
might not be possible to arouse him. It was as if he were some
sort of eunuch out of the Arabian nights. But now, with his rigid
tool standing straight up in the tight pants, she knew she had
gotten to him. She hoped he would get to her.
"Are you relaxing?" he said.
"Here and there," Candy replied.
Then he was at her side. The swell of his cock, through the
material of his pants, was pressed against the back of her hand.
She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly just
above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt.
She tried to keep thoughts of lust out of her mind. After
all, she reasoned, this man was her father's servant--if the man
she and her sister were to meet the next day was indeed her
father.
The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, now
lightly undulating hips, making them bounce from the sensation of
his hot, roaming hands.
His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a
little more now and straightening out. He looked down at her,
watching her eyes to see if there was any reaction.
Candy couldn't hide it. There was a lot of reaction.
Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hot, burning, oily
hand up between her legs until his probing fingers found the
pulpy, sweet lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his thick,
hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt.
Candy's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up
over the fingers. She moaned out the bliss of her feelings and he
pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh.
"Oh shit ... oh, oh, oh," Candy groaned as his fingers found
their mark.
She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at
his fly until she had it open. She plunged her hand inside his
pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at once and
brought it out into the open.
"Oh my God," she cried. "It is as big as you are.
Beautiful."
He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already
in her pussy and then started finger-fucking her even harder.
His big cock was pulsing and jumping in her hands. She took
his jerking male meat between both her hands and slowly slid the
sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head with awe.
With his free hand he continued to rub the soothing oil into
her hot, passion-ridden body, helping it become even more so with
every touch.
Candy's entire body was now tingling and shaking with desire
for what she held in her hands.
She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her
face and took a firmer hold on his huge, rock-hard tool. She
teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a droplet
of white cum oozed from the tip.
He thrust his hand further up into her cunt and moved his
fingers around and around the inner walls of her hole.
She moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she
felt the pleasure of his hand sliding back and forth in her hole
and against her hardened clit.
She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it
took his jerking cock into her moist mouth and started sucking the
head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the
balls between her fingers filled her nostrils and excited her
whole body. She trembled and shook a bit from the ecstasy and
excitement she felt as her head spun slightly around from the
smell of his hot, moving body.
Her loving, moist lips slid further down onto his cock an
inch at a time as the bittersweet taste of his masculine cum
filled her mouth just as the odor had already filled her nostrils.
Gorn Plato bucked his huge cock to her, and shoved it further
into her anxiously waiting, mouth.
"Do you want relief?" he said.
She took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him in awe
and wonder. Jesus, she thought, what is he, a robot? "If relief
means do I want this," she said squeezing the wrist-thick staff of
his prick, "then you're damn right I want it."
He pulled her over to him and then he leaned half way down to
her.
First he started kissing and teasing her lips, then he became
wilder and wilder until he had his fingers on the smooth, firm
nipples of her tits. She squirmed and grunted under his touch.
The more he played with her tits, the harder she squeezed the
hard, thick tool that jumped and pulsed in her hand.
Then, without warning, he was on top of her and she was
bucking and thrashing wildly beneath him.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said, tenderly, "and very
hot-blooded."
She looked up at his almost ugly face and his shaved head and
suddenly realized how sexually attractive he was. "Fuck me," she
said. "Hurry, put that big joystick of yours in my cunthole and
fuck me!"
Deftly his hands worked until his pants were down around his
knees. Then she felt his prick between her thighs. The huge head
was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily upward to her
seething, cock-hungry pussy.
"I want it," Candy groaned. "Oh shit, how I want it."
And her next thought was, 'Can I take it?'
She soon found out that his fingers and the massage had done
the job of preparing her only too well. She was more than ready
to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her lust-swollen
cunt hole.
Gore Plato pumped his body up and down on top of her, wildly
dry-fucking her.
Finally he raised his cock a little higher than before. As
he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next
plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot,
steaming lips of her waiting pussy.
"Yes ... oh shit," she cried.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her hot, bucking cunt.
Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure
of his thrusts increased and became more rapid.
He was moaning and panting too, a little lower and softer
than Candy, but just as passionately. The steady pounding of
their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth against
each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex.
The pounding of their pent-up desires was pressing forcefully
on their bodies and minds. Candy could hear the ringing of a
mighty cascade of bells somewhere deep inside her as he thrust and
pounded his huge hard cock again and again, deeper and deeper into
the hot twitching folds of her juicing cunt.
His deep, growling sighs and loud passionate moans were the
only things she could hear. They mixed with her own excited
grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
"I'm there," Candy cried. "I'm going to come ... oh shit,
how I'm going to come!"
Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot,
exciting sound of flesh pounded against flesh.
Candy bucked her hips frantically now and thrust her head
back onto the bed as far as she could shove it to give her more
leverage to thrust up her cunt to meet the charge of his cock.
The passionate and frenzied pair lunged their bodies against
each other again and again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force
and thrust they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful
return of her quivering cunt, the two of them came at the absolute
same time.
He slipped from the bed. Candy, dreamily, through half-
closed eyes, watched as he gathered his clothing back in shape and
started for the door.
"Gorn?" Candy said, her throat clogged with left-over lust.
"Yes, Miss?" he said, from the door.
"I'll bet my sister, Cindy, would love a massage, and
probably relief, too!"
"Yes, Miss."
* * *
Cindy was groggy with the steam from the enclosed bath. She
barely managed to make it back to her bed before sleep overcame
her.
She must have dozed off and then slowly came back to reality.
The next thing she knew, smooth fingers worked at rubbing warm oil
all over her body.
It felt wonderful, and it felt exciting.
But it was probably the old hausfrau, Cindy thought, part of
the inn's service to their wealthier guests.
But the hands were tickling the crease of her ass and the
lips of her pussy.
Strange, she thought, but it did feel good, so good.
And then the hands turned her over and dangling just above
her face was the biggest, hardest cock she had ever seen in her
life. And beyond the bobbing, dripping head of the cock was the
almost smiling face of the giant, Gorn Plato.
"Your sister," he said, "thought you might like relief."
Chapter 5
The following morning Gorn Plato was again the servant as he
helped the girls into the car and stowed their luggage. Both of
them eyed the front of his pants as he moved and then giggled to
themselves.
The morning's drive up the mountain took about an hour,
during which they related the previous night's happenings to each
other down to the last detail. Both of them laughingly agreed
that they hoped it wouldn't be the last time they experienced
thrills at the end of the big man's huge cock.
Topping a hill they saw the giant stone structure of Zacheist
Castle. It was awesome and somewhat frightening, with its
shooting turrets and vast ornamental stonework. It gave both of
them an eerie feeling of timelessness the nearer they came to it.
The car stopped and Candy gasped. "Look, my God, there's
even a moat!"
Just then the side of the wall, thirty feet in front of them,
across the moat, lowered, and the car started up again. They
drove into a huge courtyard and the door was opened by a female
counterpart of Gorn Plato.
"Good day," she said, as she bowed them out of the car.
Neither of the girls realized, until they were standing
beside her, just how huge the woman was. She was an inch or two
above six feet and her weight and bulk was about right for her
height.
But, even then, she made two of either Candy or Cindy. She
wore a loose-fitting shirt that looked as though it had shrunk
from too many washings. The fact was, her enormous breasts were
more than the blouse could handle.
"I am Klinda," she said, straightening to her full height and
breathing deeply, forcing her monumental tits to thrust outward in
proud, full-blown glory, their nipples as huge as second tits when
they swelled against the material. "Klinda Plato."
"We're ..." Candy said.
"I know who you are," the woman interrupted, looking down at
them with a scowl.
"Are you Gorn's sister?" Cindy asked, trying to smile.
"I am Gorn Plato's wife," the woman said.
The girls exchanged frightened looks and gulped. Gorn came
around from the back of the car with the two trunks. The woman
took them from his hands as if they weighed no more than two
feathers, and turned away.
Over her shoulder she said, "Follow me ... your father waits
in the great room."
The Amazon led them into what looked like a huge hall with
armor and tapestries on the walls and a ring of chairs around an
enormous fireplace at one end.
"Jeez," Candy whispered, "what if she finds out we both
diddled her old man last night. She's big enough to break your
back with one whack."
"Or smother you with those twenty-pound tits," Cindy replied,
looking around. "You see anybody in this place? I thought he was
supposed to be in here waiting for us."
"Come forward, girls ... I've waited a very long time to meet
you as adults."
The voice was a booming baritone, coming from the other side
of one of the chairs.
"Fa ... Fa ... Father?" Cindy said, as both girls gingerly
walked the length of the room and stopped a few feet short of the
chairs.
"I prefer you call me ... Zachery," the voice said.
"'Father' would be ridiculous and 'Count' would be just too
formal."
He rose from the chair, turned and both girls gasped. The
picture they had of him didn't do him justice and it looked as
though he had hardly aged since the time it had been taken. They
could both readily see why Zachery Harris had gained the
reputation they had heard so much about. He was male perfection--
tall, with chiseled features, dark, coal-black wavy hair that hung
to his shoulders. Beneath the bolero shirt he wore, his huge
shoulders and biceps rippled with muscles. The shirt was opened
nearly to his waist and the chest beneath it was huge and matted
with black hair.
Gracefully, seeing their awe at his appearance, he ushered
them to the chairs.
"How ... how can you be our father?" Candy blurted out when
she had, at last, regained her voice. "You look so young!"
"I assure you, I am. It's just that I age well, you might
say. That was one of the reasons your mother and I didn't get
along very well. She aged very quickly."
Both girls not only felt awkward because of the newness of
the situation; they also felt embarrassed because of the strong,
instantaneous sexual attraction they felt for this handsome,
obviously virile man who also happened to be their father.
"I am so glad you are here," he said, a note of seriousness
coming into his voice. "We need you very badly, and I hope you
will come to need us. You will meet my wife later, and my two
sons. I must leave for a while ... I hope to be back later this
evening, perhaps after the after-dinner entertainment my wife has
planned for you. But now I'm sure you would like to freshen up."
He stood and took an elbow in each arm and led them from the
room and up a long, winding staircase.
"I am dreadfully sorry about the storm last night. I was
anxiously awaiting your arrival. I had a great many
entertainments prepared. But then tonight will do just as well.
I hope you passed a pleasant night in the village ... but, then
I'm sure you did. My wife tells me Gorn Plato is a masterful
lover, with a wondrous cock."
* * *
Once in her room, Candy undressed in preparation for a warm
bath. She ran the tub full and lay down nude on the bed to finish
her cigarette. Her mind wandered. His words had shocked them
both and made them blush, but his bluntness had also excited them.
Her father, Zachery, was the handsomest, most appealing man she
had ever seen, and yet he was frightening at the same time.
How, she thought, could their mother have ever given him up?
Unless, of course, she couldn't stand his sexuality. He wore it
like a shield and, already, he had let them both know that
whatever they did in his house he would approve of it. He was
just as they had been told he was--the exact opposite of their
mother.
She snubbed out her cigarette and was about to tap on Cindy's
door when it opened.
"Oh ..." Cindy said, sliding through the door and closing it
behind her, "I thought you might already be in the tub."
"I was just coming into your room," Candy said, flopping back
down on the bed.
"Probably to ask me what I thought about all this ... right?"
Cindy said.
"Yeah ... it's kind of weird and scary ... don't you think?"
"Yeah," Cindy said, "but it's exciting!"
"I guess," Candy said, looking straight into her sister's
eyes, the eyes that matched hers perfectly. "Let's admit it,
father or not, I'd love to fuck him."
Cindy giggled. "Me too ... Jesus, my pussy's juicing just
thinking what he must look like naked!"
"Want to come before we go back downstairs?" Candy asked,
resting her hand on her sister's side.
Cindy put her own hand on Candy's breast and squeezed it,
laughing. "I just did ... in my room with my hair brush."
"Then make me come," Candy said, closing her eyes and
spreading her legs in invitation.
"Sure, baby," Cindy said, her mouth already watering as she
watched the puffy lips of her sister's beautiful cunt pull apart
and reveal the succulent sweetness that lay between them.
Candy felt the other girl's compact body slide into the bed
beside her. The soft muff of Cindy's pubic hair tickled her outer
thighs as an expert hand caressed her breasts, applying just the
right amount of pressure. Candy had been loved and eaten by many
women but no woman could turn her on or satisfy her like her
sister.
Cindy's kiss was gentle, insistently probing, but never rough
and demanding. She worked her free hand under Candy's buttocks
until she could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley
between the already wet asscheeks.
"Sometimes," Cindy whispered, "when we make love together, I
wish I had a cock to fuck you with."
"Doesn't it ever bother you, Cindy," Candy said, her voice
hoarse with passion, "when we fuck together ... being sisters?"
"Never," Cindy said, sensing her sister's instant arousal.
"Never. Does it you?"
"No," Candy replied. "It's always seemed so natural ... ever
since we were kids. But I've wondered about it sometimes."
"Don't ... just relax and let me fuck you."
Candy nodded and loosened the muscles of her rectal region,
allowing Cindy's fingers to probe her anus unencumbered. The
girl's nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely
disturbing the thin, curling hairs, tickling them just enough to
cause jolts of passion to erupt in Candy's gaping, soaking pussy.
The skin of Candy's whole body rippled as she opened her eyes
and saw her breasts start to glisten with her sister's saliva.
The tongue and mouth left her tits and moved downward across her
stomach and between her thighs. It left a trail of wet warmth
that hadn't missed even the slightest area of skin.
"Oh, Sis ... honey, baby," Cindy groaned, "eating your pussy
is like eating my own at the same time. I swear when my tongue
tickles your nub I can feel it right down there on my own clit."
"Suck it a little," Candy moaned, "tickle my pussy goddam
good first!"
Candy writhed in joy as she felt the pulpy lips of her cunt
being skillfully pried apart. The hot, humid and hardened tip of
her sister's tongue darted to caress and love the juice-soaked,
tender skin around her clitoris.
On and on Cindy's tongue worked, around and around the ultra-
sensitive bud without ever actually coming in direct contact with
it.
"Ohhhhhhh ... shit, Cindy," she cried, "You're driving my
pussy crazy. Do something more to it ... to me, baby ... HURRY!"
Two fingers slipped into her cunt and massaged the slick
inner walls. When they were removed a tongue took their place.
To Candy it felt like a giant scooping spoon as it entered along
the floor of her vagina and coursed upward until it tickled the
fleshy knob of her cervix.
Her hips started a demanding, rhythmic gyration, as Cindy's
tongue foraged in and out of her hole like a miniature cock. A
cock with ultimate mobility that seemed to touch and excite
everything inside her at the same time. Well-lubricated fingers
entered her anus easily and performed there as well as they had in
her larger opening.
As her tongue continued its spastic application, Cindy
flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat,
hard surface to grind against Candy's clitoris. The hardened bud
was in such a state of wild excitation that it was yearning now
for direct contact.
And so did its owner, whose eyes had rolled back into her
head as she thrashed in the ultimate throes of passionate release,
back and forth on the perspiration-stained pillows.
"Oh, fuck me ... go, go, go!" Candy cried, clutching her
sister's hair and pulling her face into the cavity between her
legs. Urgingly, she thrust her cunt upward with her hips, telling
Cindy with her body that she wanted her to take more, more, all of
her cunt.
Candy's thighs were splayed as wide as they could go as she
tried to will her cunt lips to expand to their fullest and
actually envelop her sister's entire face.
It wasn't just a come. It was the searing heat of a blast
furnace that soared through every pore of her pussy. Her legs
flew out and up, stiff as ramrods as Cindy inserted two more
fingers in her asshole and her tongue continued to scoop with
adoring relish at the juices in her cunt.
It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as Cindy held her on
that highest peak of total satisfaction with her lips playing over
her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar.
When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy struggled up and
over Candy's body until their legs became two criss-crossed
branches with their cunts at the apex.
"Now I'm going to fuck my, my little darling!" Cindy said.
"OHHHHHHHH ... yes, fuck me ... YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Candy
cried. "Cunt to cunt ... cock-clit to cock-clit, FUCK ME! Mash
your precious pussy against another just like it and rub ... RUB!"
Candy felt her twin's clitoris engage with her own. Sparks
shot from her cunt to the taut tips of her breasts as the two nubs
of female passion met and made instant love.
Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a
wet suction all their own. Their bodies moved in unison, riding
each other's wealth of lust and passion.
Candy came again. She had never felt so overcome. Cindy
came and still she went on to even greater heights. She took her
sister's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in her own
mouth, and urged Candy herself to take the other.
As Cindy's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right
tit, Candy sucked at her own left breast.
The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded
together in shattering orgasms that left them weak and floundering
in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and pussy juice that
bathed both their bodies.
"God," Candy groaned, "sometimes I wish one of us had come
out a boy so we could really do it to each other."
"Whew," Cindy said, running her tongue over her lips and what
she could reach of her chin, "I'm pussy juice from one end to the
other. Me for a bath."
"Me too," Candy said, and struggled to her feet.
"Meet you downstairs in an hour," Cindy said, as she
scampered through the connecting door to her own room.
Candy lowered herself gratefully into the tub, her cunt a
nest of warm passion even after the beautiful sucking her sister
had just given it.
She closed her eyes and lay back feeling her large, ripe
breasts float on the surface of the water.
Chapter 6
Back in her own room, Cindy stood shaking. It was almost
like a sexual hangover. She and her sister were just alike; they
both couldn't get enough sex. It was just like some kind of
strange disease; but a good disease.
Eating her sister had turned her juices on all over again.
She didn't want to go back to the hairbrush and it would do little
good to go back to Candy's room and repeat the same performance.
She decided to slide into bed and dream herself into a
masturbation come. She had so turned her pussy on and tuned it to
her mind over the years that she could come easily just thinking
about sex and rubbing her thighs together over the nub of her
clitoris.
Cindy opened a drawer and took out a nightgown. Then,
thinking why bother, she folded it neatly and dropped it back in
the drawer. Completely naked, she turned and padded barefoot
across the thickly carpeted floor to her bed.
She pulled back the covers and slid beneath them. Then she
changed her mind again and kicked them free of her body. She
massaged one breast with her left hand and let her other hand
float down to the furry patch between her spread thighs.
Slowly, gently she rubbed her fingers up and down her wet
furrow as she closed her eyes and let sleep slip a cover over her
mind. She saw a cock, and then a second cock. In half sleep she
inserted a finger up her bunghole and imagined that it was one of
the cocks entering her asshole. Her thumb became the other cock
and it went easily up her cunt.
Then, fully asleep, she started to dream that she was being
fucked. The face beyond the cocks was familiar. Then, she
recognized it and smiled. It was the face of her new-found
father.
* * *
In her bath, Candy had slipped to the very edge of sleep.
She was brought back by the sound of slightly shuffling, bare feet
on the bathroom tile.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up. It was a man, or
rather a boy, of about fifteen or sixteen. He wore a robe and
looked directly at her floating breasts with a smile on his face
and in his eyes.
"My God," Candy gasped and lowered her body in the water,
hiding her nakedness beneath the bubbles.
"You're very beautiful," he said.
"Who ... who are you?" Candy said, "and how did you get in
here?"
"I suppose," he said, matter-of-factly, "that you would call
me your brother. But actually we're probably going to be much
closer than that. I'm Gilbert, and I just walked in."
He sat down on the edge of the tub and suddenly Candy saw the
resemblance. He looked very much like Zachery, only with blond
hair.
"What do you want?" Candy said, still afraid even though he
seemed to be telling her the truth.
"Just to look at you ... really. My brother and I watched
you make love with your sister. It was very beautiful."
"You ... you did?" Candy said, staring at him intently. Then
she felt her body responding to his eyes; his strange stare. Then
she knew why; they were the same bottomless, all-seeing eyes that
she had already seen that day, the eyes that had already looked
right through her.
They were Zachery's eyes.
"Raise up so I can see your tits," he told her. "They are
truly beautiful breasts ... almost exactly like my mother's."
Candy looked at his open mouth, saw his hands tremble, and
couldn't mistake the avid look in his pale eyes. She straightened
even more, bringing her shoulders back to let her breasts surge
forward as much as possible.
"Beautiful breasts," he said. "They make my cock real hard.
See?"
He opened his robe and a ten-inch cock popped to attention,
the head of it almost hitting Candy's chin. She gasped at the
size of such a tool on such a young, small-bodied boy.
Seeing his cock combined with the feeling she had already
felt for Zachery to make her pussy tingle with a new need.
"Can I touch your tits?" he said.
"Yes," Candy said, trancelike, "touch my nipples and make
them hard!"
His mouth began to close and his tongue slipped between his
lips. He lifted his hand tentatively, as if he was approaching
something almost too delicate to touch, and laid it against the
pink tip of her left breast. He rubbed it and it began to stiffen
immediately.
Then he did the same with the other breast. He was breathing
hard, even perspiring a little. Suddenly he lunged with his open
hand and roughly grasped the entire left globe of her tit.
"Gentle," Candy exclaimed, the pain bringing her out of her
trance a little. "Be gentle."
"I'm sorry," he said, quickly releasing his hand. "It's just
frustrating to look and touch such beauty and not be able to do
anything ... you know, like fuck."
"I haven't said that you couldn't fuck me, Gilbert," Candy
said, the kinship of their naked bodies suddenly eroding all her
previous fears of this strange boy.
"Oh, I know you didn't," he replied. "Father and Mother did.
They said we can't fuck you girls yet."
* * *
Cindy felt the weight of a body sitting on the side of the
bed. For a few moments, as she fought upward from the depths of
sleep, she thought it was just part of the wild sex dream she was
having.
But when the bed started rocking and bouncing beneath her she
knew it was more than just the dream. She came further awake to
the low moans and grunts of someone very close to her.
Her urge to ignore the noise that had awakened her and return
to sleep was overwhelming, and she probably would have drifted off
again if she hadn't realized the sexual burning her fingers had
caused in her pussy.
She was soaking wet between her legs and hotter than she had
been before lying down.
The grunting and panting beside her now took on much more
significance. She became aware of the rocking, jerking motion of
the bed.
Then she heard a voice.
"Beautiful tits ... beautiful legs ... sweet, wet pussy ...
beautiful, beautiful."
It was the voice of Zachery. It was her father sitting on
the bed beside her naked body.
Suddenly Cindy's eyes sprang open. She had to allow a moment
to pass before her brain could fully register the sight in front
of her.
In the dim light she could discern a man's shape looming
above her. He was sitting, yoga-style, on the bed beside her. He
was so close that his knees brushed her naked shoulder and hip
with each movement he made.
As her eyes adjusted more to the semi-darkness, she realized
that he was, like her, stark naked.
She gasped and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came
out but a frightened croak. Involuntarily, her muscles began
tensing with the terror that flooded her veins and slammed into
her temples. She felt herself become immobilized, helpless, and
this only heightened her terror. She began trembling.
Wide-eyed, her gaze narrowed on the sweat-streaked face above
her. The man's face seemed to be contorted with pain. In his
eyes there was a curious mixture of pain and lust.
He was watching her intently. She was almost fully awake now
and he obviously knew it. There was a pleading, almost sobbing,
urgency to his voice when he spoke.
"I wish I could fuck you ... relieve the fire in your cunt
that you've made with your hand ... but I don't dare."
She looked closer.
And then she saw him clearly. The resemblance was amazing.
He looked exactly like a younger version of Zachery. He was a
blond-haired boy of about thirteen or fourteen that looked and
sounded exactly like his father. She knew he must be one of the
sons Zachery had mentioned earlier.
Cindy's eyes moved trancelike down his raging, firm body
until, at last, they focused on the source of the jerking motion.
He was stroking one of the biggest, most beautifully erect cocks
Cindy had ever seen. The head of it was as big as her fist and
the eye in it spurted tiny flecks of white sperm. Cum spilled
from his cockhead with every motion of his hand.
"I just want to come," he said.
"Who are you?" Cindy replied, her voice foreign to her own
ears.
"I'm your brother ... or half-brother, I guess," he gasped.
"My name's Rudolph, but please call me Rudy ... oh, you're so
beautiful. I watched you suck your sister's cunt. My brother,
Gilbert, is with her now ... but he can't fuck her either."
Cindy was in no mental condition to care who the boy was or
where his brother was. He might be a boy, but he had the cock of
a man and she wanted it.
Something clicked in Cindy's mind. She knew, from the look
on his strained face, that the boy's climax was imminent.
"What do you mean you can't fuck me?" she asked, her entire
concentration riveted on the swollen tip of his cock.
Her eyes were riveted with unwavering fascination to the
thick cockpole, the head of which poked out of his fist with each
stroke he took. She was able to see the tautly swollen glans, the
tiny opening, and the swelling under the pressure of the piston
like fist that pumped it.
She wanted it, she wanted this boy's cock. She had to have
it.
"I ... just ... can't ... believe me, I can't ... but I'd
love ... to," he panted.
"But you're going to come," Cindy said.
"Yes ... yes."
"Don't waste it ... don't waste it," she said. "Put it in my
mouth then! If you can't fuck my pussy put your cum in my mouth
... hurry, HURRY BEFORE YOU SHOOT!"
* * *
Gilbert had let his hand trail down Candy's belly and
disappear beneath the bubbles. His fingers had pried apart the
lips of her cunt and now half his fist was up her hole and she was
writhing and groaning in need.
Her own hand was pressed around the huge thickness of his
male meat and she was wildly thrashing it. At the same time she
was trying to bend it toward her open, waiting mouth.
"Oh fuck me!" she said. "Put it in me ... fill my cunthole
with your cock!"
"I can't ... I can't," he groaned, recoiling from the soft,
insistent touch of her female fingers on his tool. "Not yet ... I
just can't."
Her mind was curious about his meaning but her body was crazy
with lust at the sight of such a beautiful, big hard cock. There
was also something about his look, the nearness of his naked body,
and the stiff hugeness of his naked cock that was sending her body
into spasms of need greater than any she had ever felt before.
"God ... I need it, I tell you," she cried, standing in the
tub and rubbing her furry, wet triangle over his face.
"I'll eat you," he said, "while you eat me."
"No ... no," Candy cried. "I want you in me."
"I can't ... not in your cunt," he groaned.
Candy jumped from the tub and wiggled to the floor. She
spread her knees wide and wiggled her spread buttocks at him.
"Then my ass," she cried, "put your meat up my asshole ...
fuck it ... fuck me, please. HURRY!"
* * *
On the bed, Cindy's eyes blinked. This young boy was like a
magician drawing her face to his man-sized, rigid cock. She felt
not only a great wave of desire, but also tenderness well up
within her as he moved toward her. It was something she had never
felt before about any man, much less a mere boy. She had felt a
little of the same feeling with Zachery, but she now felt it fully
for this boy who looked so like him.
She wanted that cock.
She wanted to kiss it, to pay homage to it. Never before had
she wanted a cock as badly. It was like her body had become a
slave of his lust without yet tasting the fruits of it.
"You want to suck my prick?" Rudy asked, calmly.
"Yes," Cindy said, "I want your fuck juice, your cum in my
mouth more than anything else in the whole world right now."
"Then eat it ... suck it!" he said, releasing his cock and
spreading his knees wide.
Still lying on her back, Cindy bent her knees and shoulders
to slip across the bed so that his thick, pulsing cock was
directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hard
red-tipped lance.
"Beautiful ... hard ... good hard meat," she whimpered. "Put
it in my mouth! Fuck my face with your cock!"
All reason, all reality left the girl as the dripping cock-
head lowered itself toward her waiting lips.
She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge
beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it.
This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were
hazy, coming from the fires that were being kindled within her,
and the huge throbbing cockhead that was still oozing love juice
from its tiny eye.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated
head with her tongue as though she were evaluating it. Her
moistly parted lips kissed the underside of it. He quivered like
a powerful stallion at bay as she licked on his rigid tool.
Then her wetly quivering tongue lashed out, making maddening
circles around the entire lust-swollen head of his cock. Her own
nakedly aroused body reacted and trembled with a new urgency.
Sighing with pleasure, she opened her lips and moved her head
forward so that his cock slipped into the warm wet cavern of her
mouth. She began to suck, a gentle sucking made up of little
milking motions.
Her hair tumbled forward as she opened her mouth to let him
feed it into her face. Then, with the throbbing head admitted to
her mouth, she went wild. It was as if she were trying to swallow
the whole swollen length in one tremendous gulp. She ran her
mouth straight down on his prick and let it stay there.
Her body shook and quaked when she felt the hugeness engulf
her tongue and run down her throat. It was as though she had, at
last, been fulfilled, as though she had found the cock that she
had been looking so hard for, so long. It was as though she were
completing her circle of life as she took his thick pulsating
hardness inside the velvet warmth of her throat.
His hands dropped to her hair and urged, pulled her prick-
stuffed mouth even closer to him. She had begun running her
tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, and the
sensations were causing great mountains of desire to build up in
his belly.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck on it ... good ... so good. Take
it all!"
He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling
away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head.
A second later, he was straddling her nakedly quivering breasts
with his own buttocks and kneeling above her face.
"Yes ... oh, yes," she cried, seeing his intent. "Fuck my
face!"
He began jerking his hips forward, driving his saliva-coated
prick in and out of her mouth in long, deep strokes.
Cindy cupped his buttocks with her hands. She loved to have
her face fucked in such a manner. It satisfied some wild,
masochistic pleasure in her. She was almost incapable of moving
her head in any direction now except back and forth on his hotly
pulsating shaft. She bobbed, using her tongue and her teeth on
the ridge of his cockhead with each backswing.
Rudy sighed and then groaned with absolute pleasure. He
slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the
tender lips of a hot, sweetly wet cunt, could slide along the
wetly glistening staff of his jerking prick.
He might be young, Cindy thought, but he fucks like he has
been doing it for ages. Her mind spun. Oh shit, she thought
wildly, how good, how fucking good this cock would feel in my
pussy.
But, oddly enough, she could feel the rising passion
enveloping her clitoris and she wasn't even touching the little
piece of throbbing meat at the top of her slit. She was going to
come soon, just sucking on his cock.
Weird, very weird, she mused, but fantastic.
Cindy tested his balls. They throbbed in her hand. She knew
that, he too, would soon come. She could feel the boiling
cauldron of semen seeking to escape.
She looked up at the ecstasy on his face and knew he was
loving the sucking she was giving his prick. She saw him put both
hands on his hips and straighten his shoulders so he could look
straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her eagerly sucking
mouth. Her delicate lips contrasted with the angry brown of his
cockshaft as it pistoned like a pile-driver between them.
Cindy, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of
his words as he cautioned her to be careful or he would come, come
right in her mouth.
She merely sucked all the harder, wanting to taste his spunk,
wanting that boiling eruption to flood her mouth and fill her
belly.
The thrusting hips meshed with the bobbing motion of her head
now. His prick was sliding easily along the slippery trail of her
tongue and into the far reaches of her throat. The cock hair on
his crotch advanced and retreated, tickling her nose and chin.
Even the first discomfort of such an enormous cock battering
against the tender tissues of her mouth was being transformed into
a curious mixture of pleasure and pain.
Soon she would have his salty cum in her belly. Come, come,
her mind cried, feed me your spend, pour your juice into my mouth.
Oh Jesus, she thought, I'm coming too. I'm coming
beautifully, sweetly, like a fucking dam breaking, my juice
soaking the bed under my ass.
"Oh, shit, fuck ... OHHHHHHH!" Rudy was groaning, "You're
sucking my balls right out the head of my cock. You're sucking me
to death. I love it. It's great ... beautiful. Your mouth is so
beautiful ... like a soft cunt. I'm fucking a beautiful woman's
mouth ... I'm fucking my sister's mouth."
The signs of his impending orgasm made Cindy's blood boil.
The quickening pace, his labored breathing and shouting, the
growling noises coming from deep in his throat, the sudden
tingling along the underside of his prick--it was all a signal,
warning her that the dam in his balls was about to spurt.
And suddenly, it did. Rudy began fighting with his own body,
torn apart by the involuntary quakings of his nervous system.
Then, almost in revenge, his whole body ruptured. He erupted
in violent answer to all the teasing and sucking she had done on
his cock. He went crazy. He was trying to tear Cindy's hair out,
choke her with his meat, fill her to bursting with the spurting,
brutal jets from the head of his spewing prick.
Coping with his wildness wasn't easy for Cindy. She had
always been in control with a man before. And this was a boy, but
a boy with a man's cock and a superman's desire to fuck.
Cindy felt as though he had put a whole ocean into her mouth
and that she was drowning in the flood that had gushed from his
balls. She kept at it until she imagined herself ten times her
size--a giantess who could swallow an entire ocean of cum. This
made the release of his sperm and its amount easier to understand
and cope with.
After a few moments, he staggered away from her mouth,
leaving it ravaged and beaten. She looked as if she had been
punched in the lips. They were rubbed raw with the friction of
his cock.
His meat hung slack, as saliva and sperm trickled from a
corner of her lips over her chin.
And still she was smiling. She had come, wildly, and she
hadn't even touched her pussy. She had erupted like a volcano
just by sucking his cock.
"You were wonderful," he gasped, fisting his meat, and
squeezing the last remnants of his mountain of juice out onto her
cheeks.
"So were you," Cindy said, and she meant it, even though for
a moment she thought he was going to choke her to death with his
cock.
But his come had been like a river that had instigated her
own rapturous climax. She remembered Gorn Plato's huge prick in
her pussy the night before. Even the giant, with his thick trunk
of cockmeat directly in her pussy, had not been able to bring on
such an eruption in her hole.
Yes, she thought, there was something very strange.
"Cindy?"
"What?"
"It will be wonderful when the time comes to fuck you. You
suck as good as my Mother ... I'll bet you fuck even better."
Chapter 7
"Are you sure?" Gilbert said, kneeling behind her, his huge
cock flopping against the cheeks of Candy's upraised ass.
"Yes dammit," Candy whispered, looking through her legs at
the bulbous sac of his balls hanging below the big prick. "Put it
in my ass. Oh shit, I don't know why but I want your cock in me
more than any cock I've ever seen. If you won't fuck my pussy,
fuck my bowels! Hurry, FUCK ME!"
And it was true. Candy didn't know what had come over her
but there was a greater, more urgent need in her body than she had
ever felt before to have this boy's prick inside her willing body.
"I really do want to fuck you," he said, gently placing the
fist-sized cockhead against her bung hole.
"Oh darling, baby ... then do it. Put it in there and ream
me with it!"
She was amazed that such a term of endearment was coming from
her lips. Yet it seemed so natural, just the right thing to say.
She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to be a part
of her, and her to be a part of him. She wanted them to both be
joined in fucking.
"Now ... do it now! Fuck me!" she repeated, and opened her
legs wide to receive the hand that was teasing her anus.
Gilbert put his hands between her knees and pushed them even
further apart. Her tight defenseless anus was revealed, a darker
than normal color from her intense excitement; the inner lips of
her cunt pumped out her juice, and the erect little clitoris was
engorged with blood.
He put the head of his wildly throbbing prick against the
puckering opening of her hole and pushed forward. His pulsating
cockhead parted the anal ring and slipped inside.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, shit ... Ohhhhhh yes," she crooned, and her
eyelids flickered in rapture as she felt the giant head part her
body from the rear.
"You like that?" he asked, rolling his hips back and forth to
wedge himself in further and further.
"Oh, God ... yes, it's beautiful. Your cock in my ass is
beautiful."
He pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take her
asshole in easy stages. His cock was big, and too rapid an entry
would result in too much pain; then she might make him stop.
When he had about six inches inside her, he began slow
withdrawals, coupled with tiny, controlled jerkings of his meat.
She was writhing and panting. She tried rocking back and
forth on the shaft of hardness impaling her between the cheeks of
her ass. Candy could feel his scrotum tingling against her naked
thighs, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with
her hot hand.
He had begun moving in and out, and she was sure that she had
taken all he had. Then he pushed again and she screamed when
another length of cock pipe rushed up her rectum.
"Oh God, what a cock ... what a fucking joystick you have,"
she cried, and wiggled her asshole harder over his meat.
Now his movements became masterful; she could feel him in
complete command of her body. She knelt there, grinding her full
rounded buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in
and out of her sensually awakened young body.
His prick was the hottest and felt like the biggest she had
ever taken. With any other man, or boy, she would have told him
to go to hell. With such an enormous cock she would have insisted
that she take it in the pussy or not at all. But this boy was
different, and so was his prick.
She was willing, even eager, to have his cock anywhere he
wanted to put it.
"Oh Gilbert, baby, you're deep ... you're so fucking deep
into me ... fuck me ... go ahead and pour your cock-meat to me!"
"Beautiful cheeks ... body ... good, it's really good
fucking," he groaned, rolling his eyes back in his head and
enjoying her butt to the fullest.
Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its
insane delight. She was being wildly fucked and she was
responding as a woman, a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for
this wonderful boy.
Gilbert was aware that she was slowly approaching an
explosive orgasm. Her nakedly writhing body was milking his cock
like a vise. Her hips jerked and revolved madly, her asshole
muscles clamped down on his cock with a fury. It seemed as though
her asshole and her whole body was screaming for more, more and
more, of his prick.
"Oh what a fuck," she screamed, "what a cock. Pound my
asshole ... FUCK MY ASSHOLE!"
Her ass rippled, her hole clasped his driving shaft like the
tentacles of an octopus. Her anus clenched and unclenched as it
sought to devour all of his cockmeat.
Candy tossed her head from side to side, her mouth opened
laxly, and her eyes focused on the space between her throbbing
thighs.
"Oh, oh, oh ... fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK MEEEE!" she
said, with each mighty shove of his long, hard cock into her. It
became a chant of sex whose tempo speeded up as she felt her come
start.
Suddenly her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were
splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight
bubbled out of her mouth as the pulsing of her clit reached her
fogged, lust-crazed mind.
"Oh my God, I'm there ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING SO
FUCKING GOOD."
She groveled beneath him, her fingernails digging into her
tits as she writhed through the first of what she knew would be
several comes. She had never come so strongly before with a cock
in her pussy, let alone in her asshole with no friction at all on
her clitoris.
It was amazing--and wonderful.
From somewhere way out Candy's mind began returning to her
body. The wild storm that had racked through her nerves had moved
on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic movement in
and out of her contentedly throbbing ass.
"Oh God, what a fuck," she groaned. "I'm wasted."
Candy was groaning, not a sound of pain, but of guttural
wonderment. The sound reverberated like a death rattle from her
throat. She couldn't believe what was happening to her; she had
reached some beautifully high plateau, a place of pure sexual
sensation.
And now she was coming again. Impossible. So soon, but
true.
She whirled her head around. Then she reached behind her and
pulled his face down to hers. Passionately she kissed him,
grinding her tongue into his mouth.
Then she whispered, "I'm coming again."
This time her climax was different, just as powerful and
strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it, play
it along and make it peak like a piece of good music. But, only
seconds later, she discovered that in reality it was his huge,
hard shaft that was doing it.
"Sweet ... sweet come," she cooed, feeling tears well up in
her eyes.
Her pleasure-contorted body jerked and twisted as though she
were in the throes of a spastic seizure. Her face was twisted in
a wild grimace of lust, and her mouth opened and closed
ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like a wildly bucking animal.
It was also his time.
He growled out a long sigh of relief as he plunged his full
length of throbbing cockmeat deeper and deeper into the squeezing
cavern of her rectum. He let the sensations flow up his thick hot
shaft where they spread out through his whole body.
Candy's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with a sheen
of perspiration. Her tits felt as if they were balloons being
pumped full of hot, scented air, and her asshole was throwing off
sexually electric charges. She knew that each preceding orgasm
had been like a step to the peak of the total orgasm. She cried
aloud that she was coming yet a third time and he was suddenly
fucking her like a madman as he sought to join her in coming.
"Come with me ... come ... COME," she pleaded. "Come with me
... in me ... put your juice in my body!"
Hearing her words, he felt the gates slowly opening within
him. He slid his hands under the wildly bouncing tits and cupped
them tightly. He rammed into her with all his strength. He could
feel the smooth hot flesh of her tight little hole massaging and
sucking away at his cock.
"Now ... now," he groaned, fucking into her, driving every
last inch of his huge, thickened shaft to the hilt in the hot
willing hole between her soaked asscheeks.
"Fuuuuuuck ... cooooome!" she screamed.
Her frantically pumping buttocks waved in abandon from side
to side. She screwed her wildly quivering anus up and down
crazily on his pistoning cock.
Her thrashing body triggered his climax. He could feel the
velvet explosion beginning around his spine and spreading rapidly
to his balls and the head of his plunging cock.
Then he was there. The intensity of his come frightened her
for a moment, as he let everything in his balls go at once.
"Come in me ... come in me ... come in me!" she chanted
wildly.
With a low moan of ecstasy he exploded inside her asshole.
The white lava of his love juice erupted deep inside the wetly
pulsating depths of her rectum.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for almost a full
minute. Then, slowly, it stilled. Deep inside her, she could
feel her unruly muscles loosening, the walls of her asshole
deflating.
She was full.
"Oh God, what a fucking ... what a beautiful fucking," Candy
gasped as she felt the still-hard cock slip with a slurping sound
from her anus.
"Yes ... he is wonderful."
Candy rolled to her back at the sound of the strange voice
and looked up to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever
seen.
"Who ... wha ...?" Candy said.
"I am Annette ... Gilbert's mother," the woman said, "and now
your mother."
* * *
Lunch was strange.
Annette was a charming hostess and she sincerely seemed to be
sorry that their father couldn't be with them until later. The
food was served by Gorn Plato's enormous wife with neither a smile
nor a scowl on her face, just blankness.
When their stepmother engineered the conversation around to
sex the girls were both astounded and a little relieved to get
back on a subject they both knew so well and enjoyed so much.
The woman not only seemed pleased that she had walked in and
caught both of the girls having sex with her sons; she seemed
downright elated. Her appreciation of her son's worth as lovers
and the way she expressed it both shocked and piqued the girl's
curiosity. For, if the truth were known, both the twins had
longed for such a family situation where everybody loved everybody
else.
"They have such beautiful bodies, don't they?" Annette said.
The girls agreed.
"You did enjoy fucking them ... didn't you?"
"What the hell," Cindy said, shrugging to her sister. "Yes
... we did a lot ... and I could take a second course this
afternoon."
"I'm afraid that can't be," Annette replied. "However, I
have planned some stimulating entertainment for you this evening
after dinner. Your father will be so happy when he gets here."
"Why is that?" Cindy asked.
"Because I will be able to tell him that our suspicions were
true ... you have much of his blood in your veins and hardly any
of your mother's."
"What does that mean?" Candy asked.
"It means that you are like us. It means that we will have a
happy, contented family. It means that we all will live long and
live for sex and happiness together."
"Speaking of family sex ..." Cindy added. "The boys
intimated that ..."
Annette smiled and interrupted her. "That they have sex with
me?"
"Yes," Candy said.
"Oh yes ... it's quite true," Annette said, rising. "And
speaking of that, I must join them in my bedroom right now and
reward them for their control this afternoon."
"And you're going to reward them by ... by fucking them?"
"Of course," the woman said, smiling and walking out of the
room.
"Wow," Candy said, when she was gone.
"What do you think?" Cindy said.
"I think, 'what the hell', we've always wanted a swinging
family. Well, it looks like we've got one ... we might as well
enjoy it."
Chapter 8
The girls had begun to realize that they were in a house of
sex but they actually hadn't even scratched the surface of the
real facts. At the exact moment they were retreating to their own
rooms on the upper floor for an afternoon's nap, the rest of the
house was seethingly alive with sexual activity.
Gore Plato's huge wife, Klinda, was below in the servant's
quarters nude, and carefully soaping down a beautiful, black Great
Dane.
Drago was the household pet and he served many purposes.
"Drago ... you a beautiful animal," Klinda cooed as she
rubbed her naked breasts over the dog's sleek, soapy fur. "You
will not be used with me tonight. Tonight they bring a virgin up
from the village for the evening's entertainment."
A low growl came from the dog's throat, as if he were
understanding every word the huge woman said.
"So you and I will have our own entertainment, together, this
afternoon."
With a bar of soap in each hand Klinda moved around and
around the big dog's body until he was completely, except for the
massive head, covered with filmy soap. Then her hands moved under
his belly until they found the sheath of his animal cock.
He stirred and shivered as her hands dropped the bar of soap
and moved up and down the slick fur of his quivering underbelly.
"We will suck and fuck this afternoon, my darling beast," she
whispered. "You will soon put your craving cock in Klinda's big
hole."
The big beast shuddered again and the growl in his throat
became continuous.
Her hands moved faster now along his belly, her fingertips
exciting his animal flesh until she slipped her fingers between
his hind legs and gripped the sheath that held his cock.
Gently, slowly the big woman began to knead and caress the
animal prick. Soon his growling became a whimper as his meat
began to harden and slip forward from its furry container.
"There it is," she cooed, "I can see your beautiful prick
getting hard and long and ready for Klinda's pussy ... smell my
pussy, Drago. It, too, is ready for your cock to fuck it."
One of the woman's hands remained on the sheath while the
other closed deftly around the swollen pink length of the dog's
cock. Back and forth she went, working the beast into a total
state of excitation.
Drago seemed to slap his cock into her hand as his
hindquarters started backward and forward in quick, jerking
motions--the motions of sex.
Klinda could now look beneath his belly and see the full
length of his pink animal cock surging straight out from his
sheath.
Her hand was flying back and forth on his meat now. The dog
was whimpering and suddenly reared back as if to get away from the
teasing fingers that wouldn't bring him to total relief.
She gripped harder and spoke softly to calm him. But again
he tried to pull away, this time harder, rearing off the floor
with his forelegs.
"Ahhhhh, my darling beast," she cried, "then you are ready
... you are ready to fuck."
In a single, quick movement, she managed to slither her naked
body beneath the dog. She held his haunches with her hands and
spread her thighs wide. Then she swung her soapy cunt up toward
the bobbing, dripping head of his lunging prick.
"Fuck me, Drago ... fuck me, my darling beast!" she cried,
and locked her legs at the ankles firmly around the dog's back.
Deftly she wiggled until she found the searing head of his
animal prick with her moist, warm vulva. Her cunt lips twitched
as she ground them against his insistent cockmeat.
"I want you, Drago," she moaned, hunching upward with her big
buttocks. "I want you to fuck me ... keep prodding, my beast-
lover ... you'll find it."
The dog was whining with frustration now as he pumped his
hindquarters trying to find the center of that musky odor that had
risen from between her thighs to inflame his brain through his
quivering nostrils.
At last, with one mighty lunge upward, Klinda managed to ram
the head of his cock between her puffy lower lips.
"Oh ... oh, good dog, good dog," she cried. "Fuck me now ...
slide it on into my pussy!"
She squeezed her thighs over his sides and pulled the animal
into her with locked ankles. Inch by inch his raging cock slid
into her gaping cuntal cavity. He hunched harder and harder until
his hindquarters became merely a blur. It was all she could do to
keep her ass off the floor and her ankles locked around his back
so that his cock wouldn't slip out of her big crack.
But this wasn't the first time Klinda had fucked the animal,
and she knew just how to keep him on the very edge of coming until
she, herself, was ready to bring him forth.
She wanted to toy a little with him, play, but there was no
stopping the inflamed animal once he had felt the tip of his meat
slide into the warmth of her channel. With a howl of lust from
his throat he smashed the full length of his shaft into her belly.
He thrust his hindquarters forward and his long, pink cock surged
mercilessly up into the nest of sex that writhed beneath him.
The whole of his meat disappeared up into her soaking hole
with a loud, slurping sound. There was no stopping or steadying
him now. With another loud howl his balls smacked loudly against
the upturned cheeks of her fleshy ass.
"Oh my lover," she cried, "come in me ... pour your beast
spunk into my cunt!"
She found his balls with her fingers. They were hairy and
small compared to a man's. But she loved them, they turned her on
with a certain perverseness that no human balls could. They felt
as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading
fingers. She tugged on them, pressing them also into her cunt to
join his cock.
Klinda then lost herself to the bestial fucking. Her head
rolled from side to side as she rammed back harder and harder
against the dog's pistoning prick. She could feel his cum-bloated
balls hot and steaming now as she shoved them into her cunthole.
His forepaws lifted from the ground and came down, with his
full weight, on her chest. The sound of his growls echoed
hollowly throughout the room as his claws started ripping at her
mammoth tits. The feel of his tearing claws on her breasts was
almost unbearable, not in its pain, but in its pure lust. Her
asscheeks were a blur of motion as she twisted and slammed them
upward to fill her cunt with his cock and balls. Blood was
running down across the thick globes of her breast. She paid no
attention as she continued to fuck the beast all the faster and
harder.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried, as she felt the
unmistakable quivering of his balls in her cunt hole. She knew he
was about to come. She pulled harder on his back, bringing him
very, very close to her.
Then she felt his surge. Klinda began a series of low,
throaty screams as she felt her climax closer and closer along
with his.
Then she felt his long, hard cock begin to jerk in
convulsions. Before she knew it, he started exploding like a warm
bomb far up inside the steaming depths of her pussy.
A hot, violent tremor of pleasure seared her body as she felt
his cum shoot inside her and, in turn, set off her own climax.
As the dog pulled his deflated cock from her cunt and
slithered to the side of her body, Klinda was shocked back to
reality by her husband's laughing voice.
"Nothing in the whole world makes me as hot as seeing you
writhe on the floor fucking the beast, wife," he said.
She opened her eyes. He was standing in the doorway, fully
clothed, but with his fly open and his hard cock bouncing in the
open air.
She smiled. "I thought you had already left."
He returned the smile. "I saw you bringing the dog inside
and couldn't resist sneaking in and watching," he replied, fisting
his cock as he studied the fullness of her reclining body.
She was beautifully developed, with glorious tits that hung
out proudly in the full bloom of womanhood. Her hips were huge,
as were the round and firm cheeks of her big ass. The full bush
of her cuntal mound was a dull blonde that seemed to catch the
light and invite his tongue or his cock to it. In the center of
her pubic mat the lips were puffed outward and the dog's sperm
oozed from the pinkness in thick streams.
"Do you have to go down to the village and pick up the
virgin?"
"Yes," he said, advancing toward her, "but I have time."
He sank to the floor beside her. Klinda loved all cock, but
she most loved her husband's big tool. The dog was good because
she could control his passion but the beast was usually just a
warm-up for one of the boys or their father or her husband.
Along her back she felt perspiration. She wanted her
seething mouth on his cock. She wanted to suck hard and deep
before he plunged it into her hole. She grabbed the long, thick
shaft that hung low between his legs. She felt her juices start
to flow again. They oozed from her cunt along with the dog's
sperm and puddled on the floor under her ass.
"You want my cock, wife?"
"Yes ... yes, fuck me with it," she cried. "Fuck me anywhere
with it!"
The weight of his prick in her hand made her even hotter.
She opened her mouth very wide and slid the big knob into her
throat.
"Suck! Suck on it! Pull my dick far back into your throat,"
he growled, his voice thick with lust. He twisted and moaned as
she played with his swollen balls and sucked the cock he rammed
into her face.
Then he was pumping and driving his big prick deep into her
throat. He could feel his balls boiling up the hot cream from
their depths.
"No ... don't come there," she begged. "I want to feel you
in there ... where he was. I want your cum to mix with his in my
body."
He smiled. She loved his cock. She loved all cock. She was
a good mate for him. Zachery had picked her well. She fit right
in with the rest of the household.
He got to his knees and pulled her ass across the tiled floor
toward his bouncing cock. He felt her tremble when the head of
his inflamed cock touched her flesh between the thin line of her
pubic hair, touched her heat with his. His swollen shaft trembled
too, as he nuzzled her cunt with it's broad head.
"In ... PUT IT IN!" she cried.
She strained, sitting half-up, with her hands planted behind
her asscheeks to steady her. She jerked her legs, and brought her
cunt right to the tip of his meat.
"Guide me in!" he growled.
Klinda grabbed his cock with both her hands and brought the
throbbing, semen-dropping head to her syrupy opening. Gorn Plato
lifted her ass higher as he felt the head of his cock pierce her
already-fucked hole. As he moved his hips forward, he
simultaneously squeezed the cheeks of her fleshy ass tightly
together to create more friction on his penetrating cock.
"Now ... NOW! Oh God, how I love your cock, my husband.
Shove it ... shove it into me hard ... harder. Give it all to
me!"
He lunged at her and felt her entire body shake with pleasure
as the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her cunt. Her
hips writhed with sexual joy and he aided their circular motion
with his strong hands, lifting and pulling her pussy over his
driving wad of meat.
Back, forth, back, forth he rhythmically drove the pulsing
fullness of his hard cockmeat into her lush, sopping cunt.
"You are like the rest of us, woman," he said. "You are no
good, but you are a fine cunt."
"You are a cocksucker," she hissed, smiling up at his
straining face.
"And you are a dogfucker," he replied.
"Fuck me ... harder ... is your cock in me yet?" She laughed
in his face.
He allowed her laugh to fade and then, with the back of his
hand, he hit her across the face. Blood spurted from her lips.
He hit her again, so hard that her head bounced off the floor.
"Yes ..." she groaned. "Again ... hit me again. Hurt me ...
fuck me!"
With his free hand he brought the dog, Drago, back to life by
pumping on the hairy sheath beneath his belly.
"Are you glad Zachery brought you up from the village to be
our regular wife along with Annette?"
"Yes ... yes," she said.
"Then prove it to me," he said, shoving the dog until he was
standing directly over her face. "Eat the beast's cock while I
fuck you."
She smiled and reached up with one hand to pull the dog's
swelling cock down to her lips.
* * *
Upstairs, directly above Gorn Plato and Klinda's erotic
scene, Annette walked into one of the two master bedrooms. On the
bed were her two sons, naked, their big cocks stiff with
readiness.
"Tonight you will have them, my children, but now I will have
you."
Slowly, sensuously the mother undressed while her two boys
watched in fascination. Her body always had a wild effect on
them. They never tired of seeing it or wallowing in it.
At last she was naked. With her full, firm breasts
tantalizingly swaying from her body she crawled up on the bed to
join them.
Gilbert sat on the pillows, his back against the headboard,
and his cock quivering straight up from his youthful, hairy
crotch. "Suck my cock, Mother," he asked.
Without hesitation she crawled between his legs and, leaning
on her knees and elbows, began licking and stroking his balls and
cock with her hot, saliva-coated tongue. She licked it, sucked
it, and teased it with her teeth. She pumped it with strong
contractions of her throat once her sensuous lips had molded
themselves around its thickness.
Gilbert sighed in total bliss as he watched his thick, rigid
meat fill his mother's face. He raised his hips giving her more,
as he felt the hard knob of his staff slide back and forth in her
throat. His legs quivered and jerked as his groin throbbed
fiercely with an intense desire to fill her head with his prick
and her belly with the hot load that was surging in his bouncing
testicles.
Beside her Rudy could see her naked ass high in the air,
waving, inviting him as his brother's cock filled her face and
split her hungry lips.
"Suck ... oh yes, it's goddam good, Mother. Suck on it!"
Gilbert cajoled. "CUNT MY COCK WITH YOUR COCK-SUCKING MOUTH!" he
shouted like a man gone mad. Thrusting upwards with his hips, he
shoved the full length of his pounding cock into his mother's
greedy face.
The jolt of his thick, hard prick plummeting into her mouth
made her forget her other son. Her throat tasted the bittersweet
pungency of her son's seeping sperm as her head started bobbing
over the bluntness of his meat.
Gilbert groaned loudly as he felt her tongue work around the
ridge of his cockhead in faster and faster swirls. His fingers
convulsed tightly in her hair while the hot tip of her tongue
applied little shocks to his body through the tip of his cock.
Her other son, Ruby, watched with fascination. He had seen
his mother suck Gilbert's cock before, but it never failed to turn
him on. He moved like a robot up over her hips to her naked ass,
where it rose high in the air. He rested his knees on the bed,
and reached forward until he found his mother's full, fleshy
asscheeks. Then he probed with his hands and fingers until he
felt the wetness in the furrow between them. They quivered at the
touch of his fingers. He explored further with his fingertips
until he struck her anus.
"Yes," she mumbled around the loud sucking sounds as she
continued to burrow her face into her other son's hairy crotch.
Rudy positioned a finger and shoved. It sank to the second
knuckle in her bung hole. He heard her gasp around the thick cock
in her mouth.
As he made little circles in her rectum with his finger, his
mother's ass started revolving the opposite direction. Then he
lifted his body until he was on his knees behind her and his hips
were directly in line with the flowing line of her ass. With one
hand he guided his rigid cock to her rear hole and removed his
finger.
Annette reached behind her with her own hands and carefully
spread the cheeks of her ass. Rudy could feel the pressure of her
elastic opening nudging his cockhead. With a flick of his hips he
rammed forward. Pushing with all his strength, he finally felt
the mouth of her rectum yield to his advance.
At the exact time of her son's entrance into her anus,
Annette felt Gilbert's hand on the back of her head. He pulled
her head tight against his crotch and simultaneously snapped his
hips upward. The bulbous, swollen tip of his heated prick shoved
far back up into her throat.
"Take it ... take my cock up your ass, mother ... spread for
me!" Rudy shouted, driving another two inches of his meat into her
asshole.
She closed her eyes and clamped her mouth further over
Gilbert's cock, the sudden pain in her ass making her groan in
pain.
Rudy, thinking she was groaning for more of his cock, stepped
up the pace of his jabs into her backhole. He rammed his full
length home, fast and furious, as she sucked Gilbert's cock with
all her effort in order to accommodate him in her throat and not
choke.
The cock in her rear channel was like a hot knife now as Rudy
gasped and cried out, shoving the full length of his meat up her
bung hole. It was tight, stretching and ripping his foreskin as
he ground into her, but the pleasure of fucking his mother in the
ass was so much more than the pain that he didn't even pause in
his thrusts.
As the youth continued to fuck, his eyes came back to the
reality of the situation. He defined the images of their three
joined bodies in the dim room. He could see his brother's thick
cock disappearing and reappearing between their mother's wide-open
lips as her long hair tossed from side to side brushing over his
groin and belly. Her firm, bouncing tits danced and swayed like
two huge melons beneath her as she squirmed to give and receive
the pleasure of cock from her two wondrously endowed offspring.
Rudy's prick ached in her rectum but it got better and better
as his rhythm started to match the other two bodies. Faster and
faster the two cocks pumped and fucked into her.
Both boys could tell that their mother was really starting to
love it now--love it as she always did when they fucked her. She
became a moaning, writhing heap as they relentlessly ground their
cocks into her front and her back at the same time.
She bucked and rammed her ass backward against Rudy. He
paused for a moment, straightening up further on his knee to look
down at the firm joint of their bodies. The heavy head of his
prick had disappeared entirely, swallowed up between the honey-
like globes of his mother's ass in a hole that he was sure must be
stretched to the breaking point.
"Oh shit, it's good. It's so fucking good," she screamed,
lifting her face from Gilbert's throbbing meat. "It feels like
your cocks are meeting right in the middle of my body. Are you
all the way inside my butt, Rudy? Is that all of it? Give it to
me! Give me all your beautiful cock in my asshole!"
As an answer Rudy rammed himself forward again, impaling her
ass on the very root of his huge hunk of youthful meat. She
started to scream but Gilbert muffled it with a lunge of his hips
that again sent his prick far down her lusting, willing throat.
As Rudy increased his strokes, her ass began furiously
meeting his hips, its muscles tightening and loosening around his
cock to give him complete satisfaction.
Faster and faster, the young boy probed her ass, his need and
desire heightened by the sight of her head bobbing wildly on his
brother's rigid tool.
Her hair flew, bouncing around her shoulders and falling in
soft waves over Gilbert's stomach. Saliva dribbled from her mouth
and curled onto her chin as she sucked. The snowy globes of her
tits were trembling and rippling, swinging to and fro as they
slapped each other with fleshy noises.
"Now," Annette shouted, throwing her head backward off her
son's cock. "Scoot down and stick it up my cunt. Fuck me, my
sons. Fuck me in both of my fuckholes at the same time. Fuck me
... FUCK ME!"
She clawed at Gilbert's head and shoulders until he slid down
on the bed. He flipped his legs until he could wrap them around
her hips and his brother's ass. Then he lifted his hips and
plunged upward with his cock. In one swift stroke it was buried
balls-deep in his mother's cunt and moving in time with his
brother's cock in her asshole.
Her body froze in mid-motion as she felt herself being
impaled in both her steaming holes at the same time. Scream after
scream of inflamed sexual lust erupted from her choked throat.
With his own cock, Rudy could feel the surging power of
Gilbert's through the thin membrane between his mother's asshole
and her cunt. He stroked even harder to bring her off, as he and
his brother were aiding in bringing each other off inside her
writhing body.
In a matter of seconds, Annette's body started to come. Her
skin seemed to roll in tiny rippling waves as both her cunt and
her asshole contracted in wild spasms of sexual relief.
"Yes ... YESSSS," she screamed. "Hurt me that way! Ream my
holes! Pound your cocks into me! Split my whole fucking body
apart with your hard, beautiful, young cocks!"
She was like a woman gone wild. Both the boys had seen it
all before, but it never ceased to amaze them each time they saw
it again.
Neither of the boys could contain themselves under the
pressure of her massaging, muscular spasms. They both hunched her
high into the air as their cocks spurted stream after stream of
their life juice, their fiery liquid come into their mother's
body.
Her cunt and ass filled quickly and cum oozed out of her twin
slits to roll in rivulets back down the stalks of her two sons'
still straining, still pumping, still mother-fucking cocks.
Gilbert felt a gush of warm juices ooze down his Mother's
thighs and onto his own and he knew that she, too, had reached the
end of the upward climb to relief from her sexual torment.
Rudy felt her asshole contract and tighten even more the
vise-like grip on his emptying cock. Her holes worked wildly,
milking their cocks of every last drop of semen as she rocked
through her orgasm.
Slowly they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing
in satisfaction. For a long time they lay quiet, touching and
stroking her body with their arms, their hands, and their flaccid
cocks.
Then she took each of their pricks into her mouth and
lovingly cleaned them of her spend and theirs. Then she looked up
into their eyes.
"Now," she said, with a sigh, "we can all three wait until
tonight."
Chapter 9
That night, after dinner, Annette took the twins and her own
two sons in tow and told them that it was time for the
entertainment.
The room they entered was different from any other in the
house. It was very masculine. Heavy oak panels supported
bookcases and shelves containing a variety of books, all erotic in
nature.
A huge mural of a man and a woman in the act of fucking
covered the ceiling above their heads.
The room was without furniture except for a huge, round
mattress-type affair in the center and low, pillowy cushions
around it. The carpet itself was thick and fluffy, practically
like a bed.
"This," Annette said, draping her tall, graceful body across
several of the cushions, "is the playroom ... we spend a lot of
time here." The last was followed by a low, lewd chuckle.
She had barely finished speaking when the lights dimmed and
music from several hidden speakers filled the room. A door in the
far end opened and Gorn Plato entered, leading a young girl of
twelve or thirteen.
"Ah yes," Annette hissed, expectation on her face and lust in
her voice. "You girls are lucky. Tonight will be a very special
entertainment. Here comes our virgin."
"Virgin?" Candy asked.
"Shhhhh," said Gilbert from beside her. "Just watch ... sit
here by me so I can play with your tits while we watch."
Both girls shrugged, inured by now to the family's oddities,
and eased down onto the cushions between the boys and their
mother.
Gorn Plato led the young girl to the bed and gently set her
on the edge of the low cushion. Gently the giant peeled the thin
robe from the girl's youthful body. She looked up at him and
smiled.
The girl was beautiful, in an innocent sort of way, with
long, curling blonde hair and regular, fine features. Her breasts
were mere buds on her chest and little more than nipples. The
dark pinkness completely covered the ends of the just-starting-to-
sprout globes.
Between her legs her pooching pussy mound was pink with the
hard little lips still curved inward toward her maidenhead. Her
pubic fur had not yet expanded to the full width of her pubis. It
ran in nearly a straight blonde line up and down the curled pink
furrow of her virgin pussy.
"You're not going to hurt her, are you?" Cindy asked.
"Of course not, dear," Annette said, "Does it hurt you when
you fuck?"
"Of course not," Candy giggled, feeling suddenly a little
light-headed and putting it down to the strange lighting and the
dinner wine. "But then I'm not a virgin. Sometimes I wonder if I
ever was."
"Show her your cock, Gorn," Annette whispered, just loud
enough for the giant to hear.
He smiled and shrugged his robe from his massive shoulders.
The big man's cock was still limp between his legs but it was so
thick and hung so low, even in its flaccid state, that it made the
girls gasp as they remembered what it had already been able to do
to their pussies.
"Jeez," Candy said, almost to herself, "couldn't you find
someone around here with just a normal-sized cock for her first
time? He'll tear her in half with that thing of his."
Annette chuckled. "No one in our family or our employ is
normal in the sense of the outside world. The little girl will
love it. You'll see. Besides it won't be Gorn Plato who
penetrates her first."
"Who then?" Candy asked.
"Shhhhh," Rudy hissed. "You'll see."
The girl looked up with a start of pleasure as Gorn leaned
close over her, his cock dangling just in front of her face.
Gently he moved her knees until they were far apart and the tender
lips of her young cunt spread accordingly. He ran one big hand up
between her thighs and traced the length of her hair-lined cuntal
furrow up and down.
Annette sighed and the two boys ran the zippers on their
flies down with a whoosh in the otherwise silent room.
The girls just stared in mute anticipation.
On the bed, the young girl reached out and touched the
giant's cock. "Cock," she said, almost in a baby voice, and
smiled wider.
Then she rolled her eyes about the room. They took in
everyone with a smile as all the faces stared back at her in turn.
She looked as though everything was wonderful, as though she
was in a dream.
And then the twins understood why; she had been drugged,
doped somehow.
Then Gorn placed his hands on the young, naked girl's ripely
upthrust breasts, pressing his thumbs and forefingers against the
tiny little buds of her nipples, rolling them into taut erection.
His hands roamed down her lushly naked body, caressing the firm
flesh of her gently swelling belly, moving on to explore the
sparse mass of golden, curling pubic fleece up between her legs.
The girl, transfixed in her drugged haze, shivered as a
rising tide of passion surged through her from the delicious touch
of Gorn's fingers. Tingling with excitement, she sat up, mouth
hanging open expectantly, and positioned herself on all fours at
the edge of the bed. Her nakedly gleaming asscheeks waved in
invitation.
In an instant, Gorn Plato was on his knees behind her,
stroking her firm-fleshed thighs and running his hands down her
buttocks and spreading them apart in a slow, methodical movement.
Finally his huge paws reached the inner juncture between her
splayed thighs.
She whimpered in ecstasy, and then drew her legs higher
beneath her. Gorn's hand slipped closer to her pinkly glistening
pussy, parting the sensitive fleece-lined cuntal lips while she
closed her eyes and gasped with pleasure.
It was all too clear that surging desire flowed through the
youthful, childlike body. It was also clear that it was
converging directly in her down-covered cunt. It turned her
narrow cuntal passage into a hot seeping cavern of female
moistness.
She groaned softly, lifted her feet up, and placed her heels
far apart on the edge of the bed to present the whole of her naked
pussy to all their gaping eyes.
Gorn's finger wormed tenderly into the heated pink wetness,
and her entire body shook. He probed deeper, first fingering the
fleshy lips, then withdrawing to find the hard, taut bud of her
little clitoris. He gently stroked that, too, until she responded
with a sudden little spasm of pure delight and a sensuous grinding
of her buttocks that made all the onlookers, including the twins,
moan with their own desire.
The girl cried out with need and moved her hands over Gorn
Plato's body until they reached his cock.
Clasping her fingers around the thick, blood-swollen, male
meat, she massaged it gently, moving the foreskin back and forth,
back and forth, until his hardness grew stronger, springing into a
separate, living thing. She gazed at it, admiring its gigantic
size and its now rock-hard rigidity, staring unblinkingly at the
small hole that was dripping sperm from the huge head.
"Oh, cock ... sweet, big cock," she moaned, falling back on
the bed, her legs spread wide, her heels splayed out over the
sides of it.
He stood between her legs looking down at her naked, nubile
young body. "Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"I am a fresh girl ready for my father's cock," she replied.
"And what do you want?"
"I want him to fuck me," the girl said, all inhibitions wiped
away by the exhilarating effect of his cock lightly throbbing
against her soft inner thighs. "I want him to fuck me."
"Say it louder so your father can hear you," Gorn demanded.
"Fuck me," she said in a low, passion-thickened voice. "FUCK
ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!"
Gorn Plato turned away from the girl and called to an unseen
shadow that had appeared by the door. "She is now ready," he
said.
As the giant moved away from the bed and settled himself into
a cushion beside Annette the shadow stepped forward into the
light.
The girls gasped.
It was Zachery, their father, naked. His cock was even
longer and fatter than Gorn Plato's and also harder as it bobbed
before his dark, hairy groin like a red-bulbed, angry sword.
Without a word he went directly to the young girl and knelt
between her legs. "I'm here, my child," he said, in a quiet and
gentle voice.
"Take me, my father," she replied, reaching her arms up to
him.
"What does she mean ...?" Candy whispered.
"Shhhhhh," Annette hissed at her and started slipping out of
her dress as Gorn Plato ran his rigid cock up and down her hair.
Zachery moved forward between the girl's spread thighs. He
used the thick, bulbous head of his prick to part the wetly
glistening lips of her vagina.
With a groan she splayed her legs wider, leaving the excited
little cuntal mouth between her legs completely open to his prick.
Then the rigid tool slid up and down the length of her
virginal slit gathering the moisture from her pussy on its head.
A bit at a time the cockhead teasingly parted the softly curling
strands of her pubic hair and pushed between the sensitive lower
lips.
A jolt of pain and pleasure shot through the girl's tense
body. "Oh ... cock, your cock ... my father ... I want it but
don't hurt my pussy!"
Zachery's hands closed around the tops of her thighs,
gripping them tightly, and his fingers dug harshly into her soft
flesh. "Put it in," he ordered
"I'm ... I'm afraid. It's going to hurt," she groaned
helplessly.
"Put it in!" he said.
She groaned again as she writhed beneath his brutal fingers
as they dug even deeper into her sensitive flesh.
In desperation, she reached back between her legs and found
his hotly throbbing hardness. It was so massive that it seemed as
though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers around it. But with
that first touch of her hands on his living, pulsating flesh, the
excitement in her face and body grew. It seemed that every pore
opened with seeping perspiration as the lips of her cunt now
soaked his cockhead with love juice.
"I'll stop," he growled, "if you want."
"No ... NO!" she shouted. "Just fuck me." She then
tearfully pressed his gigantic cockhead harder against the
defenseless little opening of her vagina.
Zachery smiled over his shoulder at the onlookers as her
trembling hand placed his cock at her wetly puckered cuntal
entrance. He began a slow prodding against the elastic opening,
feeling the softly yielding lips parting to accommodate him. Then
the huge head was through the first layer of warm, all-enveloping
wet flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tight
restricting ring of cuntal muscle that jealously guarded the
entrance to the depths of her vaginal passage.
"Ohhhhh, pain ... pain, agggghhhh," she groaned, panting in
pain. "You're hurting me. Stop ... stop for just a minute ...
please."
With the warmly clasping walls of her inner pussy around his
meat, there was no way he could stop, no way he could feel any
tenderness for her. He needed to ram her, fuck her. The heat of
animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took
a tighter hold on her thighs and then lunged forward, while at the
same time pulling her buttocks back toward him.
She screamed, this time louder. It was a shrill scream of
agony as his long cock slammed through the hotly throbbing
barriers of her cunt, ramming deeper, far deeper than she had ever
been penetrated by a finger.
Another scream gurgled from her throat as he lunged again and
those who looked on knew that she was a virgin no more.
The young girl struggled vainly as she dug her buttocks into
the mattress and lunged sideways in an effort to escape the brutal
impalement. The giant pulsating prick was like a drill boring
deep into her belly. Her stretched-to-capacity cuntal walls were
seared with agony from the invading shaft of flesh.
She attempted once more to struggle loose, but all her
efforts were futile.
He had skewered her, impaled her on the end of his rock-hard
cock like some helpless butterfly being pinned to a mounting
board.
Her wetly clinging pussy lips clutched and caressed the
thickness of his cock, moving like an expensive, suede glove
around the full length of his hardened prick.
Her mind came back to her when she gradually became aware
that he was beginning to rock rhythmically and gently in and out
of the soft confines of her stretched vagina. The pain was fading
now, and she began to feel once more the buildup of pleasure. Her
breath became more shallow, and it rasped in her throat.
"Go on ... go on. I love it ... it does feel good," she
groaned, and ground her ass sensually back against him.
She was now responding to his hotly pulsating cock as he
fucked in and out with long, steady strokes that had all the
accuracy of a torpedo speeding silently through the warm vaginal
wetness of her pussy.
Little explosive sounds of delight began coming from her lips
with each inward thrust of the shaft of hard cock-meat. Her
sensually aroused body responded to him. All her muscles and
tendons worked in unison to bring him pleasure and her relief.
She spread her thighs even wider, her knees scraping against the
satin sheet beneath her.
His pubic hair pressed tight against her thighs. Suddenly
she dropped from her elbows to one shoulder on the bed. She
lifted her firmly rounded young asscheeks higher in the air as an
offering of lust to his cock.
And then, abruptly, Zachery pulled his swollen cock from her
hungry cunt.
"Don't," she panted. "Don't do that! You can't do that to
me ... you promised. You promised to break my cherry and make me
come ... make me come ..."
"You're no longer a little girl-child, now," he said. "You
are now a woman. You can fuck me ... fuck me, my child, fuck me
like a woman!"
He lay down beside her, juice and blood from her dripping
vagina glistening on his upthrust cock.
She smiled a dazed, drugged smile as her eyes feasted on the
cock that had just ruined her maidenhead.
She bent forward and kissed the rigidly heated length that
had brought her so much pain. She licked it from testicles to
crown before straddling him. "What shall I do?"
"Sit up on my prick! Put it between your legs and let it
slip into that tight, juicy little pussy. Then, slowly, sit down
on it."
The drugged young girl did as she was instructed, and placed
the cockhead at her quivering cuntal opening. She moaned and,
obviously this time, there was no pain. There was only delight as
his meat slowly sank into her. She played with it, tightening her
pussy lips around it, making little movements of penetration. One
inch went inside her, then two. Then she lifted a little, and
again wriggled until four inches were skewering her.
Her eyes widened once again in animal passion. And finally,
no longer able to deny herself the joy of full penetration, she
lowered herself completely on the hotly throbbing rod. When it
was finally lodged all the way in her, she shook her head in
unconcealed delight. Her long, honey-blonde hair swung to and fro
in abandon as she lifted and dropped, fucking Zachery's big cock.
She began moving up and down on the thick, wetly glistening
cock, making slow movements at first. She experimented, then
realized that she could bring her erectly tingling clitoris into
contact with the warm hard shaft. Unable to control herself, she
greedily began bouncing up and down on his lap, feeling the
hardened male meat pounding deeper, ever deeper into the cuntal
cavity between her spread thighs.
Her naked young body began twitching and writhing in
uncontrollable wanton bliss. She groaned in complete abandonment
as the punching rod sank to new, untapped depths in her love hole.
Her face reddened and little moans of ecstasy bubbled out of her
throat.
"Oh ... so beautiful, so wonderful ... fuck up into me! Fuck
me ... fuck me!"
She bent forward impulsively and kissed him, digging her
tongue into his warm wet mouth, tongue-fucking him. Then she drew
back, her eyes beginning to glaze again and her breath coming
faster.
With his two powerful hands he grabbed the warmly thrusting
mounds of her asscheeks to hold her tight against his stomach.
"What ... what are you doing now?" she asked, still making
little movements in spite of his grip on her bouncing buttocks.
"I promised to make you come. And I will. But first ..."
Even as he was speaking, his hand once again peeled apart the soft
cheeks of her ass. "Gorn," he called.
The giant was on his feet and directly behind the girl in an
instant. His long prick stood out, the head seeping sperm on the
girl's creamy buttocks. He stared hungrily down at the ripe full
moons of her quivering ass, at the exposed little shit hole, and
then at Zachery for direction.
The girl winced in surprised pain and then screamed aloud as
Gorn took her by the thighs and brutally forced her legs further
apart. She screamed in fright, then gasped as he placed his
finger, momentarily teased, then wormed its length up her asshole.
In and out it ground, in and out, and around.
The pain was intense but then it seemed to fade. The finger
in her bung hole soon brought a look of longing and joy to the
little girl's innocent young face.
She groaned and wiggled her hips backward as Gorn's finger
prodded and probed inside her tightly clenched little backhole,
widening it, expanding it, bringing a delightful throb to it that
made her gasp for breath.
Then a second finger joined the first, forced in with an
urgency. He began to work the two back and forth in the narrow
passage, preparing it for the entrance of his lust-swollen cock.
Gorn Plato cried out in lust as he placed the tip of his
prick at her bung hole. Its underside was directly against the
underside of Zachery's cock, which continued to plunge in and out
of her cunt.
Fear crossed the girl's bewildered face, but her words were
of desire. "Yes ... both ... put your cocks in both my holes."
With a quick, brutal thrust that this time brought a scream
of total pain from her, Gorn popped the blood-filled head just up
inside the small, puckered hole, then slowly pressed forward and
forced the elastically yielding walls further and further apart
until he was sunk deep up in the tightness of her quivering
bowels.
As he began to ram it in and out, she gradually felt an oddly
rising sexual stimulation. She moved back against his pulsating
cock, arching her body, thrusting her nakedly gleaming buttocks up
and outward, rotating them in tiny teasing circles as she met
Gorn's thick hardness reaming out her rectum. Then she would fall
forward to impale herself on Zachery's massively pistoning prick
lodged so deeply in her wide-stretched cuntal hole.
Gorn's sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard against the
kneeling girl's upper thighs as his thickly burrowing cock sank
deep up inside her tight little rectal passage, pushing almost to
her pelvis.
"You're coming ... you're coming," Zachery cried, "I can feel
it in your pussy ... I can feel it on my cock."
"Yes ... YES," the girl screamed.
"Work at it ... hump my cock ... force your clit against it!"
Zachery urged, "Hump your asshole and your cunt on our cocks ...
come ... come!"
She moved frantically upward against Gorn's stroke, and then
fell greedily forward to sink Zachery's hotly pulsating cock to
the hilt in her now-crazed cunt.
Then, as if by some secret signal, both massive shafts of
lust-hardened flesh were moving in unison, battering into her,
buffeting her writhing body between them. She closed her eyes in
delirium as her come started.
Everyone who watched knew. They could see that the girl had
completely surrendered to the needs and the desires of her body.
The twins both felt, just by watching, that they had been short-
changed in their own sex lives. They could never remember
surrendering so completely to sex even the first time, the time
with their uncle.
"Yes ... yes ... YES!" the girl screamed, as she writhed her
body to match the twitching in her cunt. Her breathing had almost
stopped; her eyes had grown wide in stunned disbelief and fevered
hope.
They could see, almost feel themselves, the exquisite velvet
explosion beginning in her young body. Her eyes jolted wide and
Gorn Plato's cock erupted in her asshole. He was spewing his
cream up, into her belly from the rear.
It was the catalyst that set off her explosion.
She was there.
"Co ... come ... coming ... oh, father, I'M COMING ...
COMING!"
The first convulsive wave of joy and ecstasy racked her body,
and it was then, just before her fluttering eyes closed, that she
saw them watching her and smiled.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming on a cock," she screamed at them.
"COMING!" Her nostrils dilated with joy. Her nakedly convulsing
body moved in a whirl-wind of lust and passion.
Her body continued to pound up and down on Zachery's hard-
driving prick and then he came. That ignited a new and even more
powerful stage in her orgasm, and she was jetting toward the
greatest realm of sexual sensation.
She came ... and came, her voice shrilly crying out in
wonderment and exaltation until finally, she fell forward, into a
swoon of passion, on the chest of the man who had brought this
joyous moment to her--her father.
Then Zachery slithered from beneath her body and stood. He
turned toward the spectators and held out his hands.
No words were needed.
The twins knew.
As one they stood and approached him.
Chapter 10
Any fears the girls had about an incestual relationship with
their father were thrown to the winds and replaced with a driving
lust and unbridled need for his hose-like cock.
They both fell to their knees in front of him at the same
time. Their tongues darted out and laved the hard staff of his
cockpole clean, removing all the blood and juices left there by
the young virgin's pussy.
Behind him, on the bed, Klinda had appeared. Her head was
between the young girl's legs doing the same for her pussy.
Beside them, the two boys had mounted their mother. Gilbert had
already stuffed his thick pole up her greedy pussy and Rudy was
hunching down over her face. Most of his cock was disappearing
into her mouth with every lunge of his hips.
"Is she really your daughter?" Cindy said, pausing in her
work and lifting her face from his cock.
"Yes," Zachery said, smiling down at her. "I'm surprised you
girls haven't figured it all out yet. But then you haven't been
down to the village, have you? Here in Zacheist we survive
because we are one. We are all one family. My sweet Annette will
have another child soon. The father will be Gilbert. And you, my
two lovely daughters, will soon do the same. By this time next
year both of you will have a new brother and sister and a son and
daughter at the same time."
If his words meant anything to the twins, it didn't register
on their faces at that precise moment. His sex, at that moment,
was all they were interested in.
Then, as if on some silent signal, Gorn Plato appeared before
Candy and gently ran his lathered cock into her ready face.
"Gorn will keep you at a peak, my darling," Zachery said to
Candy, "while your sister's cunt is attended to by my cock. Then
it will be your turn."
He gathered Cindy in his arms and carried her to the bed. By
this time the young girl had revived. She had rolled to the floor
and her head was between Klinda's mammoth thighs. The woman and
the child sucked and licked greedily on each other.
Cindy's mind was on one thing as Zachery laid her on the low
bed and covered her body with his own--his cock. It was the way
she had felt about Rudy's cock earlier, only ten times more so.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Zachery said, looking down into
her eyes. "Do you want my cock and my juice in your belly?"
"Yes," she moaned, "oh God yes ... put your prick in me ...
make a baby in my belly!"
He smiled. "You are truly my daughter," he said.
With amazing agility he twisted around to give her easier
access to him, at the same time pulling her body into such a
position that his fingers could caress her cunt, part the lips,
and massage the erect clitoris.
Their stimulation of each other was intense and silent for
several minutes, for as their hands, fingers, and mouths worked on
each other's bodies they watched the fucking and sucking in the
rest of the room.
The boys had both their cocks in their mother's face. They
were wildly humping her head as she took as much of their
cockflesh in her head as she could and sucked as if it were the
first and, perhaps, the last cock she would ever get.
Gorn Plato was now on the floor wound around Candy, so that
he could suck her cunt while she did the same for his cock.
The young blonde girl was upright, sitting on Klinda's face,
practically choking the older woman with her thighs and her pussy
as she ground her bloody cunt down over the sucking mouth and
lips.
"Beautiful ... absolutely beautiful," Zachery moaned, his
fingers up his daughter Cindy's sweet pussy. "Do you like the way
we live?"
"Is there any other way?" Cindy said. "Fuck me now! Please
put your cock inside me!"
Zachery fell between the girl's opened thighs. She grasped
his cock and guided it, without a word, into the dampness of her
steaming cunt.
"It's in you," he groaned.
"I know ... I know," she hissed. "It's beautiful ... I love
it ... I love you, my husband, my father, my lover ... fuck me
with it now!"
Zachery cupped her asscheeks and pulled her body tightly up
to meet him, and then he began a long, hard stroking with every
fiber of his body, filling her cuntal cavity again and again with
his rampant hardness.
The rest of the people in the room then continued their own
sex games but there was a sudden hush that came over them when
they all realized that Zachery had his cock in one of the twins.
They watched his cock burrowing its way up into her, then being
withdrawn almost to its tip, only to disappear again in the depths
of her cunt.
Her cunt lips seemed to grip it in protest against the
possibility of it being withdrawn completely. The gasps of
delight coming from her throat told them all how much pleasure she
was deriving from her father's hot meat in her soaking, sucking
pussy.
Candy, her lips around Gorn Plato's big prick, was
fascinated. She could think of but one thing--how soon would it
be her turn?
After several moments of hard fucking, Cindy locked her
ankles behind Zachery's back. She thrust her hips up high, and
cried aloud as she threw her head from side to side in the
exquisite agony of her climax.
Never, never in her life could she remember coming so fast,
and so completely with just one cock in her. It was a strange
feeling and one she didn't want to let go of until she had
attained several more climaxes.
But it wasn't to be.
He had a reason to fuck now, to fuck her.
As she came, Zachery began the short, digging strokes that
foretold his shooting his thick, baby-making cream deep up into
her belly.
Then, his voice grunting out his semen, he drove her ass far
into the mattress. His buttocks corded and convulsed as his balls
emptied their hot load of come against her womb.
"It's done," he said, pulling his cock from her body and
turning at once to the other couple on the floor. He walked a few
steps and tapped Gorn Plato on the shoulder.
The giant rose immediately and walked to Cindy. He picked
her up in his arms and carried her from the room.
Zachery fell to the floor and found his way between Candy's
legs. Even though he had just loosed a tremendous load of semen
in Cindy's cunt, his cock had lost none of its rigidity. It was
as hard and as cunt-demanding as when he had first started to fuck
the blonde virgin.
"Three babies I make tonight," he said, as he lay down and
slid in behind Candy, forming his body to hers until they were
like two spoons stacked neatly in a drawer.
"Put my cock in your sweet pussy, my daughter," he said.
She lifted her leg and reached her hands between her
quivering thighs. She found the massive rod and pulled and tugged
on it until she had the head pressing against her cuntal lips.
She lifted her leg a little higher, jammed backward, and felt the
huge prick ease into her. She kept pushing until she could feel
his balls press the nub of her clitoris. Then she dropped her leg
and sighed.
"Now fuck me," she said.
Candy moved her hands back to press his balls against her
clit to stimulate it as he started a gentle fucking motion into
her cunt from behind.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and began rolling the
nipples between his fingers. As he fucked he increased the tempo
and the length of his strokes. Before she knew it, he had shoved
his cock far up her asshole during one of his strokes. He had
done it so quickly and so skillfully that, until it was far inside
her, she hadn't realized that her ass had been impaled.
"I do this," he said, "to help you come. I want to make you
very happy this first time. Once you have come, I will put my
cock in your pussy and plant the baby there."
Candy heard his words but she didn't understand them. She
really didn't care about them. All she really cared about was the
wondrous feeling his stiff cock was causing in her pussy.
Then he started alternating between her cunt and her asshole
with each stroke. The stimulation it gave her was almost
frightening in its intensity. Her whole body was responding to
his cock. She thrust her asscheeks back against him sharply,
while she rolled her clitoris beneath his balls and thrust her
nipples into his palms.
Then she went rigid, every muscle tense with the sexual
excitement that filled her. He pulled back from her ass and
thrust forward into her cunt with all the strength he could summon
from the corded power in his muscles. He felt her body throb and
throb with the searing orgasms that ripped at the tender walls of
her cunt.
"Oh God, oh God, SHIT ... FATHER, SHIT," she screamed with
the force of his raging cock inside her. "I'm coming, I'm coming
... put it in me hard ... fuck it to me hard."
As if her body's weight were no more than a feather, he
flipped her over until he was atop her. Again he buried his cock
to the hilt in her lush cunt, his balls knocking against her
buttocks as she humped and he pushed with all his might against
her.
She hissed and growled under the unbridled assault from his
dick. An exquisite pleasure was building warmly in the quivering
sheath of her vagina again as it slid smoothly over his thrusting
prick. The fleshy, slapping sound their bodies made each time he
slammed her down into the mattress echoed in the room.
They were both fucking the other wildly now, smacking belly
to belly, pelvic bone to pelvic bone. Her juices sprayed his
grinding groin as he riveted her to the bed again and again with
each smashing thrust of his driving, rampaging cock.
"Yes, yes ... fuck me like that ... hurt me with your big
fucking cock!" She was shouting like a woman possessed, which
indeed she was; she was a woman possessed of cock, the wildest,
most satisfying cock that she had ever experienced in the depths
of her sex-hungry body.
"Fuck me back harder," he gasped. "Fuck me with your ass and
cunt so I can pour my seed into your womb."
Pleasure seeped all through her raw nerve ends. It rippled
crazily through her ass and her pussy. It heightened as it
charged up from her fleece-lined vaginal lips and danced like fire
across her wildly trembling thighs and up the full length of her
wide-splayed legs.
"Oh God, I love cock ... I love your cock. Feed it to me
faster ... harder! FUCK ME!" She spoke as if to herself, as if
she were admitting something that she had known secretly all her
life, but only found out in reality at this very moment.
She moaned incoherently as he thrust into her cunt with all
the strength in his hips and thighs. She wrapped her legs up
around his hips as she held him, making him thrust into her
harder. She eagerly pulled her legs lower and hooked her heels
behind his knees and, with a low animal groan, her arms flew
around his neck and pulled his mouth tightly down to meet hers.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth with soft, wanton sounds of
desire..
With each surge, the gigantic, blood-gorged head of his cock
seemed to burrow deeper into her. She felt as though her body was
being torn down the middle and she would be ripped wonderfully in
half by the cock in her belly. His wildly plunging length felt as
though it would come clear out of her throat should he be able, by
some miracle, to stuff another inch inside her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as the muscles
inside her cunt nibbled hungrily at the head of their invader,
only to let go and let the muscles of his cock have their turn.
She strained her naked, perspiring body up against him, a
half-crazed smile playing across her lips. Her motions became
faster as the tempo of his thrusts caused more urgency in both
their bodies. Through her passion, Candy tasted the saltiness of
her own blood as she bit down hard into her own lower lip.
She was straining to come and he knew it. He could feel the
juices of her milking channel walls begin to flow as she ground
her heated cunt even harder against him. Wildly, she arched her
back far away from the rumpled bed, carrying his body into the air
with the force of her thrust. She didn't stop until she had
lifted him high, and only her head and her toes remained touching
the satin of the sheets beneath her.
"Oh shit, cunt, fuck, I'm coming again ... I'm coming like
all is busting loose inside my belly, my pussy, my brain ... don't
stop ... come with me!"
She was a wild woman. She screamed. She tore at his flesh
with her nails. Her head flailed from side to side. Her mouth
hung open and saliva dribbled from its corners.
Once more, she swung her thighs up, even higher, and clasped
his hips with the back of her calves. She wound her legs all the
way up and around his hard-driving body.
"Harder ... fuck me harder ... GOD DAMMIT HARDER!" she cried,
as she wrapped every fold of her driving cunt around his cock, not
letting him pull it out again even an inch.
His mouth clamped tightly down on hers in a whining shout as
his cock spewed hot cum deep up into her belly.
Then she fell back to the surface of the bed. He forced her
rigid body down into the mattress as his juices poured into her in
palpitating bursts, jetting against the far reaches of her cunt
with powerful force--baby-making force.
The heat of his juice mixed with her own to add to the joy of
her climax. She could feel the hot, creamy liquid flood her
vitals as her own orgasm wracked her body. Candy pounded her
heels against his buttocks as the spasms of her come flowed
through her nerve-ends like hot lava.
Slowly their hungrily trembling thighs relaxed and he rolled
from her wet body, contented sighs escaping both of their lips.
"You do love the cock and the fucking, don't you?" he smiled
down at her, still rubbing his rubbery, wet cockhead against her
thigh.
"Yes," she said, "I love it more than ever now."
From somewhere in the darkness Gorn Plato appeared and, like
her sister before her, gathered her into his arms. She felt like
she was floating or dreaming as he carried her toward the stairs
and her room.
There was a heat, a boiling warmth in her belly and in her
pussy that she had never felt before after fucking. She thought
she could also feel a swelling--almost like something was inside
her ready to burst out.
The End
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