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in there besides those. My basic rule is still: no snuff and no
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Crawford Industries, Part 1
by Crystal Camry
Robert Crawford was 45. He had enjoyed success
throughout his life, and had all of the material possessions to
prove it. But he felt his crowning achievement was his
family: his three daughters and one son had inherited much of
their father's success. And they had managed to inherit their
mother's good looks.
Anne Crawford loved her husband very much. She had
met him when she was 14 and he had come to work in her
father's grocery store as the produce manager. He had been
a hunky-looking twenty year-old and she had been infatuated
with him. She finally managed to seduce him on her fifteenth
birthday and when she turned eighteen they married.
Colette Crawford was born the very next year. Then
Peter, then Wendy, then Diana.
Looking back on his life as he lounged by the pool of his
six-bedroom house in the suburbs, Robert smiled. He
watched seventeen year-old Wendy frolick in the shallow end
with her friend Sarah. They were both beautiful young
things: long blonde hair that was wet now and clinging to their
sinewy backs; full, firm breasts bouyed by the wave motion
in the pool; and pefect skin glistening in the noon sun.
When Robert felt his cock stir and his mind start to
fantasize, he turned his attention towards the house, where he
saw his wife in the kitchen window. Anne waved to him and
smiled.
It was like a dream sequence from a movie about a man
hoping for a perfect life. But this was Robert Crawford's
reality.
Eighteen year-old Peter arrived in the back yard with a
girl in tow. He introduced her as Sharon, but Robert took
little notice of her name: Peter changed girlfriends as often as
he changed his underwear. But Robert had to admire Peter's
ability to consistently bring home the best. It was like
flipping the calendar to a new Playmate of the Month. Robert
mused that perhaps Peter neglected to bring home the ugly
ones in between all the beauties. Sharon was a buxom
blonde. She pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a bikini-clad body
that was almost disproportionately heavy-breasted.
Later, talking to Sharon while Peter changed into his
bathing suit, Robert was surprised to find out that she was
only fifteen. Although shocked at first, Robert recalled that
he had first fucked Anne on her fifteenth birthday, and he had
been older than Peter at the time. But in the seventies, they
sure didn't build fifteen year-olds like Sharon.
"So you're just fifteen... how did you meet Peter?"
Sharon flashed a brilliant smile and tossed her damp hair
back over her shoulder. "He gave me a ride home from a
party last week. He's such a sweetheart."
Wendy and Sarah popped out of the pool and joined in the
conversation. "Were you just talking about Peter? I thought
you said sweetheart," Wendy joked, "God, wait until you
actually get to know him."
Sarah giggled and said, "Come on, Wendy, he is a
sweetheart."
The two girls fresh from the pool were drying off and
Sharon started adjusting her bikini. Robert watched and
caught a glimpse of fuzzy blonde hair as she realigned the
crotch of her suit. He was happy to confirm that Peter was
dating a natural blonde, but she seemed oblivious to the free
show she had provided.
Peter came back out and they all immediately noticed that
he was wearing a thin Speedo bathing suit. Even the folds
and veins of his cock were apparent through the fabric.
"Not leaving much to the imagination, are you Pete?"
Wendy scolded.
"Fuck off, you little brat," Pete sneered, "I'm just about
to put some shorts on."
"Pete, watch the language," Robert said. "The
neighbourhood doesn't have to know how well you express
yourself." He tolerated his son's swearing because he knew
his own language was very coarse at times. But he
occasionally rebuked him just to play a fatherly role.
"Sorry Dad. Hey, Sharon, let's get out of here." He
held out his hand and Sharon jumped up to grab it.
As Pete led her away, she tossed a glance over her
shoulder and caught Robert staring at her ass. She gleamed
at him, "Bye, Mr. Crawford. It was nice meeting you."
When they were gone, Wendy said, "God, what a slut!
Where does Pete scrape these bitches up?"
Robert frowned at his daughter. "What's wrong with
her? She seems like a pretty wholesome girl."
"Oh come on, Dad! Sarah, back me up on this one...
why does Pete drag around some stupid sophomore?"
Sarah blushed and looked at Mr. Crawford. "I guess she
puts out, huh?"
"Exactly!" Wendy crossed her arms over her breasts and
smiled at her father as if she had won a major debate.
Robert huffed out air indignantly. "And I suppose John
and Rick and Tony were just friends? Don't be such a
hypocrite, my dear."
Wendy looked embarrassed and her puffed up posture
deflated. "It's different, Dad. I really liked those guys. I
wasn't just doing it for fun like she is." But Wendy knew her
father had made a valid point. And the worst part was that
she had in fact done it for fun with Rick and Tony. John was
the only guy she really thought she'd loved.
The girls got up to leave. "Thanks for the swim, Mr.
Crawford," Sarah said sheepishly, feeling meek because of the
minor argument she'd witnessed.
"Any time, Sarah. It's nice to see all the new swimwear
fashions modelled for me." Sarah wore a new bathing suit
each time she came over. All of them looked fantastic on her
young firm body.
The girls giggled and rushed through the sliding patio
door, almost knocking down Anne as she came out.
"Dear, dear, where were they off to in such a rush?"
Anne asked her husband.
"Some party probably." Robert held open his arms to his
wife. For a 39 year-old woman, she had maintained an
incredible figure. In her one-piece black suit, her hips and
breasts were Venus-like. She seemed a perfect child-bearing
female. But her stomach was flat and her ass was still taut.
Her blonde hair was coiffed short now, but on her mature face
it looked very elegant.
She fell into his arms, kissing his face. "You think we
could get a quick fuck in before dinner?"
"I don't know about that, but I think you owe me a
blowjob, don't you?" She had promised him a blowjob on his
birthday last week.
She smiled. "You don't forget these things do you?" She
leaned back and massaged the undersides of her breasts as she
spoke. "I don't know if my mouth is up to it. You know,
sweetheart, I blew the gardener this morning."
"Jose, the little creep who always tries to look in
Colette's bedroom window?" Robert knew his wife was
insatiable, but sometimes she still surprised him. Besides,
frequently she told him these stories just to turn him on.
"He was taking a leak in the bushes beside the kitchen
and I caught him." She straddled Robert and continued to
knead her tits through the suit. "I said, `Are you watering the
plants, Jose?' and he said, `No, ma'am, just peeing.'
She hooked one finger into her mouth and sucked on it
while her other hand continued to work on her tits. "I just got
down on my knees and said, `Well, when you're finished, can
you put that hose in my mouth, because I'm really thirsty.'
Anne started grinding her pelvis against Robert's crotch.
"I've never seen a man work so hard to squirt out the last few
drops. I could still taste his piss when I started sucking. But
then he was hard and all I could think about was getting a
whole mouthful of cum. I couldn't even swallow it all. He
must have been saving it up for a year."
Robert was rock hard and was watching his wife intently.
"So, you little slut, do you have any room left for my load.
Of course, I've only been saving it up for a week, so I won't
have as much to offer as young Jose." He smacked her thigh
hard and she moaned.
"Was I a bad little girl for letting the dirty man do that in
my mouth?" She pouted and feigned innocence.
He smacked her again, leaving a red welt. "Well, you
hot little cunt, I think you'd better start sucking and we'll see
if you need to be punished."
She got up off him and escorted him into the house.
Thirteen year-old Diana was watching TV and Wendy was just
saying goodbye to Sarah. The two lusting parents walked past
their children and went straight upstairs.
"We'll be down for dinner in a little while!" Anne called
down to whoever was listening. Then she pulled the straps
down off her bathing suit and let Robert ogle her melon-sized
tits. They were still in the hallway and Peter came out of his
room just as they approached.
Peter stared at his mother's bare chest and raised an
eyebrow. "Are you guys going to be long?" he asked
knowingly.
Wrapping one arm in a V across her nipples, Anne said
casually, "Stop staring, Peter. I'm sure you've seen boobs
before. We'll be down in a while. Start dinner without us if
you're too hungry to wait."
He laughed. "Yeah, sure. Looks like you were too
hungry to wait yourself." He snickered as he walked down
the hall.
Before Peter was out of sight, Robert asked, "Where's
Sharon?"
"Oh, she left a few minutes ago. I guess she'd had
enough." Peter vaulted down the stairs, hooting with
laughter.
Behind their bedroom door, Anne and Robert locked in a
wet kiss and started pulling off their swimsuits.
"God, Peter made me wet the way he was staring at my
tits," Anne said.
"Well, he's growing more and more like me every day.
And I've always had an appreciation for a fine set of
knockers."
Anne hit his arm. "You are a pervert, so I hope Peter
doesn't follow in all your footsteps." She giggled and grabbed
him playfully by the balls. Then she dropped to her knees
and said, "But personally, I'm glad you're a pervert and I
want your cum in my mouth pronto."
He moaned as she engulfed his prick with her hot wet
mouth. In minutes he was pumping stream after stream of
salty thick cum down her gullet. She valiantly swallowed
every drop.
Colette pulled into the parking lot at the office building
where her father's company was headquartered. She had been
working in the telemarketing division for two summers while
she went to college. This summer she was in charge of the
twenty operators who busily called businesses all day long.
Mostly that entailed handling hard-to-close sales and
motivating the workforce. She enjoyed the challenge and felt
it was great preparation for her business career. It was a
good practical complement to all the theory she was learning
in her commerce program at Ridgemont University.
She smoothed out her blue silk skirt and carefully put on
the matching jacket. Grabbing her briefcase, she walked
quickly inside out of the hot morning sun.
In the mirrored lobby she checked the lines of her attire,
making sure that the camisole she wore under the jacket hung
properly over her large breasts. Her long blonde hair was
pinned up, creating her best professional image. She tucked
a stray lock behind her ear and then summoned the elevator
to the fortieth floor.
A black face grinned at her as the doors opened.
Lincoln, the day janitor, was an unassuming old black man
who had been working in the building since it opened. He
greeted her as she stepped aboard the elevator. "Morning
Miss Colette."
"Good morning Lincoln." She bent to put her briefcase
down and Lincoln was treated to a brief but unobstructed view
of her perfect tits.
Certain he had seen right down to her nipples, Lincoln
smiled and tugged absently at his crotch, rearranging his
slightly stiffening member. "You're looking fine this morning
Miss Colette."
It was the most he'd said to her in three summers, and
Colette was happy to make small talk. "Thank you Lincoln.
I bought this suit last week."
He licked his big lips and raised his eyebrows towards her
chest. Then he looked her in the eye and said, "You picked
the right one, that's for sure."
As the old man's eyes roamed across her bosom, Colette
felt a rush of heat through her belly. Embarrassed by her
own reaction as much as his lascivious gaze, she pulled the
jacket a little tighter around her torso. "I'm glad you like it."
She hurried off the elevator as soon as the doors opened
on forty. She did not look back, but if she had, she would
have seen Lincoln once again rearranging his dick in his
coveralls.
Benjamin Peel rarely got a chance to visit his daughter
Anne. He was always busy with the chain of grocery stores
he ran with the competent help of his son-in-law, Robert
Crawford. It had been Robert who had masterminded the
development of their specialty foods, managing to catch each
trend as it crested, and pushing for expansion into under-
serviced, but growing, areas of the city. Robert had also
negotiated exclusivity clauses with manufacturers of obscure
products that almost overnight had become very hot sellers.
Anne was not his only daughter, but she was the oldest
and she lived closer than Caroline. He managed to visit the
Crawford household at least once a month. He enjoyed seeing
Robert in a non-business setting, and he loved the spirited
company of his four grandkids. At fifty-nine, he was not
even thinking of retirement, but should such a time sneak up
on him, he thought, time spent with the Crawfords would be
almost as rewarding as his career.
Besides, Benjamin thought as he pulled into the driveway
and saw little Diana washing the Mercedes in her bikini, the
scenery was simply splendid.
"Hello, Diana," he called as he climbed out of his
Cadillac and dragged his overnight bag with him.
"Grampa!" she squealed with delight and ran to embrace
him. The hose she'd been aiming carefully at the car was
forgotten and it sprayed wildly in all directions. Her nubile
little body bounced into Benjamin's arms. "I didn't know you
were coming this weekend!"
"Well here I am," he smiled and wrapped his arms tightly
around her. He dropped his hands to her pert little butt and
squeezed gently, her grip around his neck tightened in
response.
"Where's Angela?"
Angela was Benjamin's thirty year-old wife whom he had
married two years after he'd become a widower. "She's in
Europe." Getting fucked by some Italian stallion no doubt,
Benjamin added in his thoughts.
Benjamin was sweating a little in his suit and tie, but as
soon as they walked inside, the air conditioning prompted
Diana to run for a robe. Benjamin followed her upstairs and
threw his bag into the guest room.
The door to Wendy's bedroom was ajar and Benjamin
noticed movement. He was about to open the door to say hi
when he realized that all he saw were fleshtones. A closer
look confirmed that Wendy was walking around naked. She
was chatting into a cordless phone and occasionally inspecting
her beautiful young body as she passed the mirror.
Benjamin's penis rose to full attention.
Just then Diana returned from her room in the terrytowel
robe. "Grampa?" she called just before she realized what he
was doing near Wendy's door. She stifled a giggle and held
out her hand. "Come on, let's go for a swim. You must be
hot."
Colette managed to leave the office right at five o'clock
that Friday. It was an early day because she knew her
grandfather was coming to surprise the family. Grampa Peel
had told her he was planning a trip over two months prior, but
had sworn her to secrecy. Colette loved the little games her
grandfather would come up with.
The elevator was jammed with office workers making the
weekend exodus right on time. She squeezed her way in and
immediately felt a body press unecessarily close to her from
behind. She turned around ready to give the guy hell when
she saw Lincoln's kindly old face behind her. She didn't have
the heart to tell him off and fears of being called a racist
flashed through her mind. She just tolerated the pressure,
becoming more certain that she felt the lump of an erect cock
squashing through her skirt into the crack of her ass. The
elevator stopped at every floor and Lincoln pushed against her
a little harder each stop. By the fifteenth floor, he had
mustered the courage to put a hand on her hip, pulling her
closer. She ignored it, but her pussy was betraying her: it
was drooling with excitement, soaking her sheer pantyhose in
the process.
The crowd jostled out into the lobby and Lincoln was
gone. Colette dabbed her brow with the back of her hand and
walked unsteadily to her car.
Anne heard the commotion in the pool and looked out the
bedroom window to see her father and her daughter splashing
around hysterically. She threw on a silky robe and called to
Robert in the bathroom, "My dad's here. I'm going out to the
pool to see him."
"Okay. I'm going to grab a shower."
She popped open the door and blew him a kiss as he
stepped naked into the shower stall. He winked back at her.
Clutching his genitals, he said, "Thanks for the blowjob,
baby."
She licked her lips, where the essence of semen lingered.
"Anytime, stud."
Diana and her grandfather stopped chasing each other
around the shallow end when Anne walked out onto the pool
deck in her short silk robe. A slight breeze flipped open the
front of the robe and revealed Anne's furry blonde triangle.
Anne seemed oblivious, and her indifference was further
demonstrated when she crouched down at poolside to greet her
father. The robe covered nothing; her pussy was fully
exposed to view.
"Hello Dad," she said, holding her arms down to him.
He swam towards her, but both Diana and Benjamin kept
glancing at Anne's moist labia framed with blonde frizz and
silky thighs. He was a foot away from it at the most. Even
with the light breeze, he was certain he could smell her
womanly musk.
"Hello, sweetheart." He hauled himself out of the pool
and forced himself not to think about his daughter's pussy.
He towelled off.
Diana hopped out too and started drying herself with her
grandfather's damp towel.
Benjamin embraced his daughter, but looked over her
shoulder to watch the terrytowel moving briskly over Diana's
pale skin. She was bending towards them and Benjamin noted
the extent of the young teenager's cleavage. She had
developed even more since his last visit. Her breasts were
now fully round, and strained at the fabric of her suit, which
had been bought in an earlier, pre-pubescent time.
"Are you staying long, Dad?" Anne was asking.
"Oh, I doubt it," Benjamin answered, pulling out of the
embrace and trying to hide the lump in his bathing suit. "I
think just until Sunday afternoon."
Anne smiled. "Great! We'll have to plan a nice family
dinner for tomorrow night. Uh... tonight I guess you'll have
to settle for stew, because that's what we have ready."
"Sounds delicious." Benjamin coralled Diana in with his
arm and led her up to the house behind Anne.
Dinner consisted of stew and potatoes. Benjamin
remembered his early days before the business had taken off,
when this meal would have been a luxury. He looked around
the table at the Crawfords; what a great family they were.
They enjoyed this stew as much as any high-priced meal.
Benjamin also noted how good-looking they all were. He
looked across at his daughter. Anne's generous cleavage was
revealed in the blouse she wore, the top three buttons undone.
But Benjamin had a picture in his mind of Anne's pussy as
she squatted by the pool earlier. He couldn't seem to shake
the image.
Wendy and Colette cleared away the dinner dishes and
Diana helped clean up the kitchen. Peter got the video camera
out of his room. He loved capturing these family get-
togethers on tape.
But his extensive collection of 8mm video was not exactly
family entertainment. He worked hard with each new
girlfriend to convince her to perform sexually in front of the
camera.
Sharon, his latest conquest, was very keen on acting.
Whenever Peter pulled out the camera, Sharon was like putty
in his hands.
Peter tried not to think about his other videotape
collection as he hefted the little camera up for the first shot.
He captured Diana, Colette, and Wendy working in the
kitchen. Surprisingly, Peter's persistence with the camera had
made all of the Crawfords more comfortable with being filmed
all the time. The girls smiled and carried on cleaning up.
But they did tease him. Wendy threw the first barb. "Do
you guys think that camera is permanently attached to Peter's
face?"
Colette smirked. "I think the camera's more important to
him than certain parts that really are attached."
"Fuck off, you guys," Peter said as he moved around the
kitchen, "I just like shooting little films that's all."
Wendy walked towards him and addressed the camera
directly. She used a sultry voice. "Is the camera more
important than your schlong, Peter?" She put on a
questioning face, as if she was doing some kind of
investigative reporting.
Colette joined in. Her office attire made her look more
like a reporter than Wendy's t-shirt and jeans. "Yes, Peter.
Can you tell us which you like holding better. Your prick or
that stupid camera?"
Peter stopped filming and dropped the camera to his side.
"You idiots don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
You want to know something? Huh? I'll tell you: this
camera is just as good as my prick for getting the bitches I
know all heated up."
Wendy snickered and poked her finger into Peter's chest.
"The bitches you know are twelve-year-old runaways most of
the time. They wouldn't appreciate a big hard-on if it slapped
them between the eyes."
Diana felt the age that Wendy had used in the depiction
of Peter's conquests was a little too close to Diana's own.
"Peter's girlfriends are a little older than that, Wendy. Don't
be so mean." Peter smiled at his youngest sister, happy for
a little support.
Colette was still laughing about the slap between the eyes
comment. "Wendy! I don't think I'd appreciate a guy's dick
slapping me between the eyes either!"
"You know what I mean, you guys," Wendy retorted.
Then she faced Peter and said, "I'm sorry if I pissed you off,
Peter. I was only kidding around. Go ahead and keep
taping."
Colette had to add one last comment. "Yeah, Peter, and
we'll try not to get all heated up like you said. We'd want to
leave that for your girlfriends." She turned back to the
counter and wiggled her butt at the camera, mocking the girls
that Peter dated.
Later that evening, as Diana was just climbing under the
covers, she heard a knock at her door. It was Peter.
"I just wanted to thank you for backing me up when the
two bitchy sisters ganged up on me," Peter whispered as he
came into her room and gently clicked her door shut behind
him.
She smiled. "I thought they were being mean for no
reason." To this point she'd just been a head peeking out
from the thick duvet. Now she sat up and patted the edge of
her bed. "Do you want to sit down."
Peter immediately noticed as his little sister lowered the
duvet that she was wearing sheer baby doll pajamas. Her pert
little breasts, nipples and all, were clearly visible through the
gauzy fabric. He felt his cock perk up in his pants. "I guess
I can stay for a while. But you have to get up early for
gymnastics don't you?"
"Practice starts at 7:30. I'll get plenty of sleep. Don't
you want to talk for a while?"
Peter tried hard not to stare at his sister's tits. They were
nothing compared to Sharon or Colette's huge knockers, but
the sinful revelation that his kid sister was becoming a woman
made him horny. "Mom was telling me that you and Grampa
had a blast in the pool today. He's a pretty cool old guy isn't
he?"
Diana nodded. "I love him. He's not old and fat... and
boring... like most of my friend's grandparents."
"I saw him looking at you all through dinner. It's like he
just noticed you or something. He always used to concentrate
on Colette."
An impish smile crossed her face. "I think he noticed
that I'm getting... you know, I'm going through puberty."
"I kind of noticed that too." His eyes drifted across her
chest for a moment.
"Peter!" she squeaked. "You're my brother. Stop it!"
She tapped his arm playfully, but she didn't cover herself.
He shrugged. "So, he's your grandfather. Besides, I
can't help it. You're getting more and more beautiful all the
time."
Silent for a moment, finally she reached out and hugged
her brother. "Thank you, Peter. But I wish I could just get
it over with and become a woman right away."
"You're enough of a woman already." He looked away
for a moment then turned back with a questioning look. "Do
the guys at school appreciate it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you started doing stuff with any guys at school?"
She shrugged. But she knew that her sexual adventures
with Timmy and Roger were always on her mind. "Some
stuff."
Peter brightened up. "Have you ever sucked a guy's
cock?"
"Peter!" Diana frowned.
"Come on. Just tell me. Have you ever sucked a guy's
cock?"
She sat there glaring at him, mouth agape. But when she
realized what her open mouth might suggest, she snapped it
shut.
"Have you?"
"Go away, Peter. Get out of my room." She did not
speak with conviction. Her voice was tremulous.
"Diana, have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"
"What if I have?" she shouted in a whisper.
Peter was inspired now. He had gotten his little sister to
all but admit that she had performed oral sex. "Did you
swallow his cum?"
Diana was truly puzzled now. What was her brother
trying to do? "No."
"Did he cum?"
Diana pursed her lips for a moment, but finally answered.
"Yes."
He came but she didn't swallow it. Now Peter was
completely intrigued. "Where did he cum? On your tits? On
your face?"
She made a disgusted face. "Gross, Peter. He just
squirted it on the carpet." But Diana knew she had thought
later what a waste that had been. She'd had many fantasies
about being covered in a man's semen.
Peter was just chuckling to himself. Diana was not a
little girl anymore. He took one more glance at her perky
tits, then hopped off her bed. "That's great, sis. I'm glad
you told me." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Goodnight."
She held his arm and whispered plaintively to him, "Don't
tell anyone okay?"
He pantomimed zipping his lips and crept out of her
room.
On Saturday the family had various things to do but
planned to meet back in time for dinner that evening. Anne
and Wendy went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
Robert sequestered himself in his study on the third floor
of the house. He settled into the wingback leather chair and
flicked on his computer. A few keystrokes later, he was
reviewing the performance of his impressive stock portfolio.
There was a time when this had been a daily routine, but
Robert usually placed standing sell or buy orders and then
monitored the progress occasionally.
Pleased with what he saw, Robert then unlocked the
bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a couple of large
softcover books. Their gaudy pink and green covers did not
seem like typical business literature. And they weren't.
He flipped open the first one and read the title page. The
crudely formed letters were superimposed on a photograph.
The text said Paula's Pound Party, and the picture showed a
naked teenage girl being mounted by a large German
Shepherd. She had a look of bewildered ecstasy on her face
and the dog was steadfastly concentrating on his humping
activity.
Robert's cock was soon straining against his fly and he
released it for comfort. He looked down to the gaping piss-
slit at the crown of his prick, and then flipped to the next
page.
Paula was the teenage girl and she lived in a large house
with servants. In the opening chapter of the book, a series of
photographs show Paula being roused out of sleep by a
distinguished older man who is obviously the butler. Her
nightgown is in disarray and one pert breast is visible.
Paula's first activity of the day is to unzip this man's fly and
suck on his large, thick cock. This ends in a very messy
orgasm which coats the front of Paula's nightie. Then the
photos show her being assisted in the bathroom by a very
pretty black maid. The maid watches passively as Paula flips
off her cum-encrusted nightie and sits on the toilet. But the
maid actively helps scrub Paula's body with a sponge while
she takes a bath.
Robert's hand drifted for a moment to his erection, but he
forced himself not to jerk off. His dick pulsated its
objections.
He flipped open the other book which was identically laid
out but the title page read Anal Bedpan Bitches. The title
page photo showed two nurses and a doctor, all naked from
the waist down. One nurse was squatting over a bedpan,
releasing a flood of urine; the other was spreading her
asscheeks apart to accept the doctor's huge hard-on into her
glistening anus.
Robert looked down and saw that a little droplet of fluid
had formed at the tip of his cock. He chuckled and closed the
books. Then he squeezed out the rest of the pre-cum, and
slurped it off his fingers. He liked the salty taste of that stuff,
but he had never tasted real semen (either his own or anyone
else's).
He locked the books away and carefully tucked his
bloated cock back into his pants. He was glad that the books
were not completely secret; his wife knew about them. They
were locked up only for the children's sake. Anne
occasionally joined him when he perused his hardcore
pornography collection. She seemed to get just as turned on
by the images as he did.
Peter was late rising and he went straight into the main
bathroom for a shower. He grumpily thought how
inconvenient it was to have to share a bathroom with his
sisters. His parents' room and one guest room had ensuite
bathrooms. The rest of them were forced to share.
He groggily adjusted the water temperature and simply
stood under the pelting spray.
As he woke up, so did his cock. It stiffened as his mind
drifted to the image of his youngest sister sucking a cock.
Peter felt a little guilty, first for making her admit the act,
then for picturing her performing it. He tried to think of
other things to make his erection subside. Ice-cubes, football,
roller-coasters, and dogshit all failed to distract his mind from
the lusty thoughts about Diana.
He ignored it and went about soaping up and washing his
hair.
There was a knock at the door. Peter turned to face the
wall and shouted, "It's unlocked!"
He was half-expecting, half-fantasizing Diana to come in
and join him in the shower. He was glad to see it was Colette
instead.
"I just need my tampons."
Peter was trying to rinse off all the soap without letting
his older sister notice his hard-on through the shower doors.
"Go ahead." He wanted her to leave quickly, although a brief
image of Colette sliding a tampon into her pussy flashed
through his mind.
Colette grabbed the box of tampons from under the
counter. Before she left, though, she watched her brother for
a moment. Although the stippled glass doors made him look
like a fleshy silhouette, she could see the muscular form and
the basic outline he presented. Then, most surprisingly, she
glimpsed his distended cock as he turned slightly. It stuck
straight out. Now she knew why he was awkwardly facing
the wall. She giggled and retreated quietly from the
bathroom.
Sensing she was gone, Peter breathed out in relief and
finished rinsing himself.
Benjamin drove over to Polly's, a restaurant owned by his
best friend, Paddy O'Hare.
Paddy was a typical Irish roustabout. His ruddy
complexion and rounded features made him look like a
beardless Saint Nick. He had lived in Ireland only until he
was twelve, but it was long enough to pick up most of the
culture.
"Benny, lad! Glad you could make it!" Paddy called
from behind the bar. A typical Saturday morning, the place
was empty except for a couple of young men who looked like
they were working off a hangover. "Set yourself down and
I'll serve you your first ale of the day."
Benjamin hefted himself onto a barstool and shook his
head. "I think I'll have a Club Soda, Paddy. Even I can't
stomach beer before noon."
Shrugging, Paddy filled a tumbler from the fountain.
"You're looking well. How's that foxy little wife of yours?
Still willing to give head?"
"Angela's off in Europe. I haven't heard from her in a
while, so I guess she's busy with all the European dick she
can handle."
Paddy leaned over the bar to Benjamin. "You know my
offer to spend some time on my boat is still good. If she's off
getting fucked in Europe, you might as well get some
homegrown pussy here."
"Yeah," Benjamin nodded, "I suppose I'm entitled. Is
Allison coming in today?"
Paddy laughed heartily, knowing that the comment about
homegrown pussy made Benjamin immediately think of his
day waitress, Allison. "She's in the back changing into her
uniform."
Allison was a glamorous thirty-five year old single mother
who had been working at Polly's for six years. Her two kids
were old enough now to look after themselves while their
mother worked.
Benjamin turned towards the back hallway just as Allison
walked through. Her uniform was a red French maid
costume, with lacy frill around the low-cut bodice and at the
hem of the mini-skirt. She beamed when she saw Benjamin
and rushed up to hug him.
"Benjamin, you old dog. How have you been?" She
kissed him on the lips.
Benjamin grabbed the back of her head and pushed his
tongue into her mouth. He forced the kiss to last for a full
minute.
When their mouths broke apart, Allison was panting and
she wiped her lips on the back of her hand. "God, you're a
little frisky today, aren't you?"
Benjamin smiled and sipped his soda water.
"Benjamin's wife is out of town," Paddy explained to
Allison.
She leaned toward him again. "You poor baby. Do you
want to try that again, now that I'm expecting it?"
"Sure." He kissed her again. This time, her tongue
meshed with his and her arms wrapped tightly around his
neck.
When the kiss ended, Allison kept her face close to his.
"There. Was that better?"
"Yeah. It was great, Allison. But there's one problem."
"What's that?"
"You've gone and made my dick hard."
Allison's eyebrows went up and she looked down at the
bulge in Benjamin's trousers. "Well, well. If the truth be
known, though, Ben: you made me a little damp yourself."
"You two can take all the time you want," Paddy
chuckled. "I can handle the customers for a while."
Allison winked at Paddy and led Benjamin by the hand
through the back hallway. "Let's see what I can do for you,
Ben. It's been a long time."
Benjamin had seduced Allison one night about five years
ago. It had actually been just after his first wife had died.
Benjamin supposed Allison had pitied him. Now she was
offering herself again and Benjamin was wondering what the
motivation was this time. Since he was nearly twice her age,
he doubted she was truly turned on by him, although anything
was possible.
They kissed passionately. Benjamin wasted no time in
unzipping her uniform and tugging it down. He was treated
to her full, firm breasts, and the perfumed cleavage between.
"You sure have great tits, Allison."
"Thank you, Ben. Suck them for me. Suck my tits."
Benjamin laved his tongue all over the cherry tipped
melons. Then he popped her left nipple into his mouth and
sucked hard.
"Yeah, Benny. Bite it. Chew on my nipple."
He obliged her by biting hard on the sensitive bud of
skin. She squeaked in pain, but kept writhing in his arms.
She began fumbling with his belt buckle and fly. Without
looking down, she managed to pull out his stiff cock and start
stroking it with one curved palm.
He pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.
"Suck my cock, you little tramp."
She slid down the front of his body until his prick was
waving in her face, then guided it into her mouth. "Mmmm,"
she moaned.
Benjamin happily rocked his hips back and forth as she
slicked up his pole with spit. "Allison, you're a hot little slut
aren't you? You like cock?"
She disengaged long enough to say, "I'm your personal
slut, Benny. And I love the taste of your big thick cock."
"You want to swallow my cum?"
"No!" She stood up and kissed him. "I mean not yet.
I don't want you to cum yet. Fuck me first." She merrily
stripped off her panties and bent over a chair with her skirt
flipped up.
Benjamin admired her flawless thighs, and the crack of
her heart shaped ass. "You look like a proctologist's dream
from back here," he joked.
She looked back at him, frowning. "Don't get any funny
ideas, mister. Just give my pussy a nice deep fuck."
"You mean I can't ram my cock up your ass?"
She slapped a hand over her butthole. "That's right.
Don't even think about it."
He approached her slowly and eased his prick into the
cleft of her pussy. She was sopping wet and entry was easy.
He groaned as he felt the heated pond inside her cunt.
It wasn't long before he felt his innards boiling over. But
he prolonged the stroking enough for her to reach an orgasm
too. She thrashed wildly on the chair, biting on her own hand
to stop from crying out.
When they had both recovered a little, he slapped her
hard on the ass and said, "You're incredible, Allison. I've
never felt anything like that pussy of yours."
"Did I milk you good, Benny?" she asked coyly.
"Yep. It was fantastic." He zipped up and straightened
out his clothes.
She rearranged her uniform and used a paper towel to
soak up some of the sex juice that was flowing out of her
cunt. Then she slipped her panties on again and went back
out to work.
Robert took the Porsche over to the YMCA to get Diana
after her gymnastics class.
He was a little early so he decided to go into the gym and
watch the cool-down exercises.
It was quite a treat to be able to ogle so many glistening,
taut young bodies without being called a dirty old man. He
settled on a bench in the bleachers and scanned the line of
sexy little girls in spandex. They were all between twelve and
fourteen. Some had no breasts at all. Some had mere buds.
And others, like his own daughter, sported full, rounded tits.
The instructor, Lori Ames, was a secretary at Robert's
company. It was also a treat to see her out of office clothes
and prancing around in the tight bodysuit she was wearing.
Her body was very sinewy, yet curvy in the right places. Her
breasts were small, but round, pertly jiggling on her chest.
She was a cute little pixie-like woman, with short brown hair
and a tiny upturned nose.
"Okay girls! Shake out your upper bodies, and then five
laps around the gym, walking not running."
When the girls set off on their laps, Lori grabbed a towel
and saw Robert in the stands. She made her way up to him
and sat in front of him, one step lower. "Hello, Mr.
Crawford."
"Hi Lori. How's Diana making out?"
"She's one of my best students. But I guess she's more
physically mature than some of the others. This is a difficult
age group." Lori dabbed herself off with the towel while she
spoke.
"I noticed. Do they tease each other? I know boys are
terrible for that."
Lori looked out at the line of girls walking around the
gym. "There are a few little bitches out there, but most of
them a very supportive of each other."
"Say, Lori, can I ask you a big favour?"
"Sure, anything Mr. Crawford." She smiled and waited
for his request.
"Well, I was wondering if there was a way I could
observe these little bitches in action. Just to see how they
treat each other."
"I'm not sure how. They're always on their best
behaviour when the adults are around."
Robert leaned close to Lori and put his hands on her
shoulders. "Then how do you know what they act like?"
She grinned. "I watch them in the changeroom and
showers from my office. There's a split in the door so they
forget that I'm there."
"Then let me watch today."
Lori giggled. "I don't think I should let you do that, Mr.
Crawford. You'd see a lot more than their behaviour."
"So what if I see a few little girls with their clothes off.
I doubt I'll see anything I've never seen before."
"Are you sure it wouldn't turn you on just a little?"
He leaned in farther and whispered, "You can stand right
beside me the whole time."
"Yeah, so?" She poked a finger sportively at his chest.
"If you get turned on you're likely to take it out on me if I'm
there." She reversed her gesture and thrust her thumb at her
own chest.
He grinned, grabbing her gesturing hand. "Would that be
so bad, Lori?"
She looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "No, Mr.
Crawford, I guess it wouldn't."
He quickly planted a kiss on her lips. They were
positioned so the girls had no clear view of the kiss, and Lori
didn't pull away. He smiled and said, "Thanks, Lori."
She seemed a little flustered, but she managed a strong
voice to call out, "Okay girls, when you finish your laps,
you're done for the week. We'll see you next Saturday." She
gathered up her towel and purse and walked out of the gym.
Robert followed.
When they were behind the closed office door, Lori sat
on the edge of her desk. "I'm still not sure this is a good idea
Mr. Crawford. If the other girls' parents found out that I was
giving you a free peep show..."
"Are you going to tell them, Lori?"
"No, of course not, Mr. Crawford. But if they find out,
they're not going to understand that you just wanted to
observe the girls being mean to each other."
Robert smiled and put his arms around Lori's waist. He
kissed her again. "Actually, Lori, I don't give a shit how
they treat each other. Guess what I really want to see?" He
pressed his crotch into hers.
Her mouth sunk. "But your daughter is one of them!"
"Yeah, well I've seen her naked, and I like what I see.
I just think there should be a lot of variety in this gymnastics
class." He hooked his fingers into the elastic crotch of her
bodysuit. She had spandex shorts on under the suit, so Robert
could not touch her directly. "How can I put this? Let's
see... do you shave your pussy, Lori?"
"No," she said in a small voice, unconsciously stroking
his arms as he toyed with the fabric.
"Don't you think men love seeing a bald pussy? It's like
seeing a little girl. I just want to see the real thing. I want to
see a little girl who doesn't need to shave."
Lori shivered and closed her eyes. He strummed his
thumb over her clit which made her shiver even more. Then
he yanked down her top, revealing a sport bra that clasped in
front. He undid that and marvelled at her round, firm tits.
They were like two oranges, widely-spaced on her chest, and
topped with large stiff nipples.
"You have great tits, Lori. You should show them off
more in the office. Why don't you go without a bra once in
a while?"
She was shaken out of her pleasant reverie. "Uh... um...
because, I... I mean, no I couldn't. I always wear a bra."
Then she smiled. "But thanks for the compliment." She
looked down at her own bare breasts with a fresh perspective.
At that moment, the first giggles and shouts from the
changeroom could be heard; the girls were finished in the
gym.
Lori left her bra on the desk, but pulled up her bodysuit
when she led Robert over to the split door. She whispered,
"Look through here," and pointed to the crack in the door.
Robert ogled the young girls as they started stripping out
of their sticky gymsuits. Each body was slicked with sweat,
and they laughed and giggled as they prepared for the
showers. Robert felt his cock stiffen, and without regard for
Lori, undid his pants and freed the growing pole.
Lori watched as her boss's boss began masturbating right
in front of her. For an older guy, he possessed a lot of
youthful qualities. Physically he was quite trim and fit, but
his sheer horniness and impetuosity also made him seem
young. Here he was, stroking his beautiful thick cock while
he watched her students in the showers. She felt a shiver of
lust course through her loins.
Robert felt a pair of hands roaming over his buttocks and
remembered that Lori was still in the room. "Here," he
commanded, pulling her to his side, "stroke my cock for me."
She took the meaty tube in her hand and crouched down
to share the view through the crack.
It wasn't long before she realized that Mr. Crawford was
not looking through the crack, but had closed his eyes and
straightened up slightly. Moments later a flood of semen
covered her hand and splattered against the door. She grinned
and kept pumping his dick until the last trickle of cum dripped
out.
"Gee, Mr. Crawford," she whispered, "that was
incredible."
He pulled up his pants and tucked his withering, sticky
penis away. "I love bald pussy. I wish Diana was still young
enough to have a little hairless cunt."
Lori smiled. "Why don't you ask your wife to shave
hers. After all, you shouldn't be messing around with your
daughter anyway."
He looked at the puddle of jism forming at the bottom of
the door. "It's not the same as a fresh young cunt though is
it?"
She shrugged. "I guess not." She thought about the
times she herself had watched with fascination as the girls
showered and changed.
He turned to her and hugged her close. "Forget about it.
I want to thank you for inviting me in here. It was great.
And sorry about the mess." He looked down at the puddle
again.
"Don't worry about it. I'll get a rag and mop up most of
it, then the Y's janitors do the floors every night anyway."
Diana was probably almost finished in the change room,
so he kissed Lori and turned to leave.
"Can we do this again sometime?" Lori asked.
He winked back at her as he walked through the door.
"Soon."
"Do you think my asshole is pretty, Peter?"
Sharon was squatting over Peter's face and he had a
close-up view of the orifice in question. It was a
symmetrically puckered brown ring, with a hint of pink at the
opening in the centre. The hair from her pubic area extended
partially across the distance between her holes, but her
buttcrack was completely hairless. All-in-all, Peter thought,
she had a marvellous asshole. "Yeah, Sharon, I think you do
have a pretty nice one."
"Would you like to fuck it?"
Peter snickered. "Where did you come up with that idea?
Is there a little Greek in your family?"
She spun around and put her face against his. "I read one
of your magazines. I think it was called Anal Fantasy."
"And it turned you on?"
She grinned impishly. "A little. I want to know what it
would be like." She paused and lowered her eyes. "And you
could videotape us if you wanted."
He reached behind her and grabbed her buttcheeks. "I'll
think about it."
Dinner went smoothly on Saturday night. Benjamin and
Peter stared at Diana, for slightly different reasons. Colette
talked the most, coaxing her father to expand the
telemarketing department and start selling Crawford business
products by catalogue.
Anne skittered about, serving food and drinks, clearing
away dishes, and generally pampering her family. Wendy
helped too, and was proud of the dessert she had made.
When dinner was over, Peter followed Colette up to her
room.
"Hey Colette," he called just before she shut her bedroom
door, "can you give me some advice?"
"Sure, Pete, come on in." She motioned him into her
huge budoir, done up in lace and silk.
Peter sniffed at the perfumed air that always seemed to
permeate his sister's room. Then he flopped down in her
white recliner chair.
"I need to ask a really personal question. I figure you're
the oldest so you're the right person to ask. I mean... I can't
ask Mom and Dad." Peter hooked a finger into his collar to
pull it away from his overheating neck. "But if you don't
want to answer, I'll just leave it alone."
"Shit, Peter, what kind of stuff are you going to ask?"
"Well, it's about sex."
She smiled and sat pristinely on the edge of her bed,
facing him. Her stockinged legs were pressed together, but
her silk blouse stretched gently across her generous bust. "I
think I'll be able to handle it."
"Sharon... we... well she wanted to... do it in her ass."
Colette giggled. "Is that all? When you said it was a
personal question I thought it would have something to do
with me. Or I thought you were going to tell me that you had
accidentally killed her in some bizarre sex ritual." Colette
tucked her legs up onto the bed, getting comfortable. Now
Peter noticed her right breast pressed her silken blouse away
from her body to the side. "Anal sex can be a fabulous thing.
Or it can be a nightmare. It all depends on who does it to
you."
"I guess I'll never know."
Colette shrugged. "Don't be so sure. You have an
asshole too you know."
He held up his hands. "Whoa now. Hold on. I'm not
letting a guy fuck me in the ass."
"Okay, maybe not a guy. What about a girl with a dildo?
If I were you I'd keep an open mind about these things...
especially if you expect your girlfriends to."
"I guess," he mumbled.
"You know Peter," Colette said as she sat back up on the
edge of the bed, "I never expected you to ask me something
like this. I always pictured you as a bit of a wild man who
was willing to try anything."
"Well, I just never thought I'd find a girl who was willing
to do it. I mean I've thought about it a lot."
Colette smiled and leaned across to put her hands on her
brother's knees. "And Sharon's the first slut who actually
wants it up the ass?"
Peter grinned and nodded.
"Well, personally I've only been fucked in the ass a
couple of times. I'm not sure how I feel about it." Colette
noticed her brother's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh,
come on, Peter. You didn't think I was some kind of virgin
did you?"
"No, I guess not. But you... I just can't picture you
doing it." But he was quickly painting such a picture in his
mind. He felt his cock stir.
Colette giggled, and spun around on the bed until she was
on all fours. "Does this help you picture it?" She threw her
head back in mock ecstasy.
Peter frowned. "What the hell are you trying to do?" In
her skirt and blouse, Colette created a very contradictory
image. She was posing like a wanton slut, but she was
dressed like a librarian.
She spun back down into a sitting position. "Don't be
such a fucking nerd, Petey. It's not like I was trying to turn
you on or something. It was a joke!"
"Yeah, well next time do the joke without your office
clothes on, it would be a lot funnier." He sulked in the chair,
but his dick was creating an uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.
"Well, I am going to take this stuff off. I'm going for a
jog. You can come with me if you want. And you don't
have to leave while I change, but I think it would be a good
idea." She walked over to her dresser, unbuttoning her
blouse. She wondered what was going through her brother's
mind.
Peter didn't budge.
She slipped off her blouse and Peter stared at her sinewy
back, flawed only by the thin straps of her bra. She twisted
to the side to unbutton her skirt, smiling back at him as she
did. "Are you going to go jogging with me?"
"Uh, I guess I'd like to."
"Yeah, we have to work off that huge dinner Mom and
Wendy put together." The skirt dropped, and Colette wiggled
out of her slip. "Wasn't Wendy's dessert fantastic?"
"Uh-huh." Peter was becoming more uncommunicative
as his sister became more undressed. He watched her bend to
unhook her garter belt from the dark silk stockings.
Colette rolled the stockings off and stood up. She was
wearing a bra, panties and a garter belt. She looked at herself
in the mirror and wondered what effect she was having on her
brother. Another male might have seen the fullness of her
breasts, the flatness of her tummy, and the slight triangular
space where her thighs diverged and her panties cupped her
pussy. But Peter was her brother. Could he be thinking the
same things?
Of course, Peter was thinking those things, and more.
He was fantasizing about Colette down on all fours, begging
him to fuck her up the ass. From his vantage point in the
chair, Peter had witnessed Colette transform from a
businesswoman into a lingerie model. The big difference that
Peter noticed between most lingerie models and his sister was
that Colette's tits were much bigger. For some reason,
underwear catalogues sold bras without featuring their
capacity. And Colette's breasts looked even larger than they
actually were, because she had such a slim body. He could
hardly wait to see more; it had been quite a few years since
he'd seen Colette naked.
"Um, Peter..." she said questioningly. "Are you going
to go get changed for the jog?"
She had made no move to undress further. "Well, I
guess. You don't want to take anything else off in front of
me?"
She shrugged, but she looked a little uncomfortable. "I
wouldn't mind normally. But after that discussion we just
had... and you know... I noticed you had a bit of a lump in
your pants. I think it would be better if you went to your own
room now."
He leaned forward in the chair in an attempt to hide the
lump. Then he pouted. He really wanted to finish the show.
"But, Colette, you're almost done, why don't you just finish
changing and then I'll get changed and we can go jogging."
Colette looked sideways at her brother. Why was he so
interested in her body? Her ill-timed physical humour about
anal sex? Could that have sparked such interest? After
pondering for a moment, she smiled and shrugged. "Okay,
little brother. If you get horny looking at me, I guess that's
your problem." She unhooked her bra from the front and
treated him to a full view of her melon-like breasts. "There.
Now don't have a coronary or something. They're only
boobs."
Peter stared unabashedly, not even glancing at her face.
If he had looked at her, he would have noticed the impish
expression.
Colette pulled a sports bra out of the dresser and ended
the show by putting it on. She watched him as she pushed her
garter belt off and stepped out of it. He was still staringþand
he still had a lump in his pants. She decided to use the
panties she was wearing for the jog, instead of taunting her
brother any more. She would change her tampon later.
Besides, Colette admitted to herself, she was getting a little
too turned on to carry it any further.
Peter was disappointed that his sister pulled a pair of
black spandex shorts over her panties, but then he realized
that he not only had a tremendous hard-on, but he was
sweating and shaking a little too. It was probably for the
best.
Colette yanked on her red spandex tank top. It was so
tight it seemed to squeak over her big tits and so small it left
her midriff bare. She rummaged for some sport socks and her
new L.A. Gear runners. When she was finished she looked
at herself in the mirror and thought she looked very athletic.
The shorts were thick enough that her panties were not
obvious, although she would have preferred to go without.
The final touch, not because of fashion, but out of necessity,
was a headband. She needed to keep her long blonde hair
reasonably tidy while she ran.
When she finished approving of herself in the mirror, she
realized that Peter was gone. But in what seemed an
impossibly short time, he was back in his jogging gear.
"Let's go, sis. I can beat you to the park and back."
"Don't be a goof, Peter. We're jogging, not racing."
She skipped downstairs and flashed out the front door.
He caught up and then rocketed past her towards Warren
Park, on the outskirts of their suburb.
Eventually they jogged side-by-side, but their intensity left
little room for conversation. When they reached the park,
Peter called a time-out.
"I have to take a leak. Wait here." He jogged over to a
small copse of trees.
Colette jogged right behind him. "I want to watch," she
said matter-of-factly.
He stopped, panting heavily. "You want to what?"
"Watch, silly. I want to watch you pee. I figure I
deserve it after the show I gave you in my bedroom." Colette
was hardly breathing deeply, and she stood upright.
Peter was bent over, trying to capture extra air. "Yeah,
but pissing involves my dick, and you never showed any more
than your boobs. It's not like I saw your beaver or anything."
Colette realized her request was shocking to Peter, but
since she had seen the lump in his pants, she'd remembered
how she'd seen his naked prick through the shower doors
earlier in the day. She wanted to see it again. And the added
thrill of him performing a private bodily function was what
compelled her to actually make the request. "Okay, Peter, it's
just because I don't want to be left alone. It's getting dark
and this isn't the safest place for a woman to be alone at
night."
Her excuse worked like a charm. "Suit yourself," he said
simply. Peter tugged down his shorts and aimed his cock
towards the nearest tree. Colette raised a hand to cover a
small gasp as the stream of yellow liquid started. She had
always been turned on by the thought of men pissing. Now
she was seeing it up close for the first time. She realized that
the fact she was scrutinizing her brother was irrelevant. The
scene made her tremble.
The jog home was even quieter than the initial trip. Both
siblings were thinking about the other's most intimate
particulars.
Sunday dawned cool and rainy, unusual for the late
summer.
Colette woke up and went straight down to the sauna.
Robert had installed the sauna in the basement last spring, and
it could accommodate ten people. Nevertheless, it was seldom
used and Colette was surprised to find it occupied. Wendy
was reclining naked on a towel on the upper tier of seats.
"Oh, hi Wendy. I didn't expect anyone to be down here
this early."
"Mmmhmm. Well I got up early."
Colette, who usually wore her bathing suit in the sauna,
took it off this time. Then she sat on the middle tier and
leaned back so her head rested against Wendy's hip.
"I guess Grampa's had a pretty good weekend, huh?"
Colette said. "I get the impression he really has a good time
when he comes here."
"Yeah. But what do you fucking expect. He's pretty
much all alone. That bitch Angela sure doesn't spend much
time with him."
Colette felt Wendy shift to lie on her side. Now her head
was leaning against Wendy's crotch.
Neither sister minded.
"Well," Colette thought aloud, "I'm not so sure he's not
happy with the way things are with Angela. He married her
for her looks."
"But she doesn't even stick around long enough for him
to show her off. I think she's a total bitch." Wendy toyed
thoughtfully with her sister's long blonde locks.
"Can you picture her and Grampa together?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Grampa climbing between her legs to dip his
sausage."
Wendy rolled her eyes. "Aw, gross, Colette. He's an
old man."
Colette looked up with a frown. "I think he's sexier than
Angela is."
"Well, so? Who gives a shit. Maybe that just means
you're not a lesbian." Wendy let out a deep breath and lay
back on the towel.
"I can appreciate a sexy woman when I see one. Like,
Grampa's sexier than Angela, but I would say you're sexier
than Grampa."
Wendy giggled. "Fuck, Colette. You are such a
weirdo."
Peter was on the phone with Sharon when he heard a
knock at his bedroom door. He swivelled in his desk chair
and called, "Come in."
Diana entered and behind her came Cleopatra, her friend
from school. Cleopatra was an exotic mix of Chinese,
Caucasian, and African. Peter was fascinated by this rare-
looking teeny-bopper.
"I've got to go, babe," Peter informed Sharon and hung
up unceremoniously.
"Hi Peter," Cleopatra said coyly.
"Hi guys. What's up?" Peter flipped on the tape deck on
his stereo for some background music.
Diana sat on her brother's bed, while Cleopatra wandered
around, looking at Peter's collection of keepsakes.
"We want you to help us make a music video," Diana
explained. "You could use your video camera and your
editing stuff."
Peter's eyebrows went up. He had no idea that his sister
was an aspiring musician. "You guys wrote a song?"
"No," Diana giggled, "we didn't write one. We just want
to dance for one. Cleo's in my gymnastics class at the `Y'
and we thought it would be fun."
"Okay," Peter nodded. "What song did you want to
use?" He pulled his chair over to his CD and tape collection.
Cleopatra walked over beside him. "Something with a
beat. A happy song. We picked out some, but I guess you
have a lot more songs than us."
Peter puffed up with pride at his music collection. He
turned his head to look at Cleo, and saw that as she bent over
her tank top fell away from her body. He managed to
position himself so that he could get a look down her top.
She was braless and her dark nipples thrust up from small
brown breasts.
"Here's a good one," Cleo exclaimed and pulled a tape
out of the rack. She conferred with Diana about the tape.
"Wet Dream by the Congo Troupe?" Diana questioned.
"Yeah, have you ever heard it? It's got a great beat."
Peter held out his hand. "Let me put it on."
They listened as the sound of a jet engine roared from the
speakers. Then a small child's voice echoed eerily under
what sounded like a cascade of water:
Give it to me. It's mine. Give it to me. I want it. I
want it. Give it to me. It's mine.
A beat came up under this chanting child. Eventually a
sexy woman's voice blended with and replaced the child's
voice:
Give it to me. It's mine. I want it. I want it. Give it
to me. Yeah. Give it to me. Oh, yeah. Harder.
Give it to me. I want it, baby. Give it to me. Harder.
The obvious tone of the words were confirmed when the
woman became orgasmic and panted out the first real verse of
the song.
"Start dancing, you guys," Peter said, grabbing his video
camera.
Cleopatra started moving to the beat and Diana got up to
join her. Peter moved around, flashing the special effects
switches on his camera and zooming quickly in and out to the
beat.
The song wound down and Cleo continued to bump up
and down. Diana stopped and went back to the music
collection. "I think we need something with more of a steady
beat."
"You guys should see the tape we just made," Peter
suggested, "and see how you think we could make it better."
They played it back and the girls giggled almost all the
way through. When it was finished, Cleo said, "That was
great! You're a good cameraman, Peter."
"Thanks," he said, smirking, "but you guys should do
two things to make it way better."
Diana and Cleo said in unison, "What?"
"I think you need costumes and I think you should listen
to the lyrics. The singer is having orgasms and... well, she's
getting fucked. You guys look like she's singing about the
circus or something. You're way too happy."
The girls were reduced to peals of laughter. Finally,
Diana said, "Jeez, Peter, I guess we should pretend that we're
getting fucked too, huh?"
Cleo gasped and then continued giggling.
"At least look sexier."
Cleo and Diana looked at each other and nodded. They
silently agreed with Peter's advice.
Peter rewound the audio tape and pressed play again.
Then he started the video camera again. "How about this...
Diana, show me how you sucked that guy's cock."
"What? No way!" Diana shook her head and giggled
with Cleo.
"Come on. Show me how you sucked that guy's cock."
Cleopatra looked incredulously at Diana. "Have you
really done that? With who? And how come your brother
knows about it?"
"Timmy Clements. It was no big deal." Diana was
embarrassed, and she stared at the carpet. She also didn't
mention her other escapade with Roger Pittaway because she
knew how much Cleo liked Roger.
"Okay, okay," Peter cried impatiently, "just do it. Cleo,
you just dance in the background. Diana, the little
cocksucker, can do her stuff up front."
Diana was unsure of whether she liked being called a
cocksucker, but she only glared at Peter through the camera.
He kept filming.
"What about our costumes?" Cleo asked. She seemed
undeterred by Peter calling his sister lewd names.
"Don't worry about that for now," Peter suggested.
"Come on, Diana, let's see you do it. Be as sexy as you
can."
Diana tentatively formed an `O' with her mouth. Then
she giggled and hid behind her hands. "No, wait..." She
took a deep breath and faced the camera again. "Okay.
Okay."
Peter watched through the viewfinder as Diana tilted her
head to one side, mouth circled, tongue flicking in and out.
It was incredibly sexy. She looked like she really knew how
to give a blowjob. She bobbed her head enthusiastically to the
beat of the music, while Cleopatra danced in the background.
As the music crescendoed, so did Diana. Her head
bobbed frantically and her tongue slurped at the imaginary
prick before her. She even clutched her own tits as a
theatrical orgasm coursed through her.
It was an incredible video.
Wendy and Colette finished in the sauna and wore their
towels upstairs. Colette carried her bathing suit in her hand,
and felt a little silly that she ever wore it in the sauna.
Wendy grabbed a robe from her room and went to
Colette's to continue talking.
"I wish Grampa still liked me," Wendy said, flopping
down on Colette's bed.
"What do you mean?" Colette took off the towel and
combed her hair in front of her mirror. Her whole naked
body was still covered in a sheen of sweat.
"He used to always stare at me and spend time talking to
me. Now it looks like he's got a thing for Diana."
Colette frowned. "I thought you were just saying how
you thought he was gross because he's so old."
Shrugging, the younger sister said, "Well... it's just that
I never get any attention from Daddy, and Grampa's like the
next best thing."
"My God, Wendy, you sound like a little fucking brat.
What kind of attention do you want from them anyway?"
She shrugged again. "Jeez, Colette, I don't know. I
guess I notice how they look at you. They spend lots of time
talking to you. I mean Dad does because of the business, but
Grampa just seems to like you."
Colette sat beside Wendy on the bed. "If it makes you
feel any better, I felt a little jealous when I noticed Grampa
was staring at Diana all through dinner last night."
"I don't understand that. I always thought he was staring
at you because of your tits... but Diana's tits are hardly there
yet and he was staring at her."
Colette was silent. She looked down at her bare breasts,
proud of the way the large globes flared out from her chest.
Wendy poked her sister's arm. "Do you agree? He was
looking at them before wasn't he?"
The stunning older girl leaned out on one elbow. "I
guess all guys like tits. Sometimes I wish they'd look at the
rest of me instead of just my boobs."
Wendy giggled. "But you always wear stuff that really
shows those things off. Even I stare a little."
"You? I thought you said I was weird for saying you
were sexy. Why would you stare at my tits?" Colette was
smiling.
"It's not... like an obsession or something. I just can't
help notice them most of the time. Sometimes you dress like
such a slut."
"I like dressing like a slut once in a while, but I want
people to notice other parts of my body too." But she cupped
her hands under her breasts and squeezed them for closer
inspection. "What's so good about my tits anyway?"
Wendy watched the compressed flesh of her sister's
mammaries keenly. She opened her own robe to make a
mental comparison. She decided that Colette's breasts were
larger, rounder, and had better-defined nipples. Yet she also
realized that her own breasts were quite good too. She held
her left breast in her left hand and traced a line down the
slope with her right forefinger. She ended the self-caress with
a loop around her nipple.
"See?" Colette gestured, "yours are just as nice."
"Colette, have you ever let a guy cum on your tits?"
Wendy asked dreamily. The movement of her forefinger had
reminded her of viscous liquid dripping down her tits,
although she had never let a guy cum there before.
This was as personal as Peter's anal sex questions, and
Colette wondered why she was suddenly the sexual expert in
the family. "You mean cum, as in cumshot?"
Wendy sneered, "No, as in `Come on in!' Of course as
in cumshot, as in semen, as in sperm... you get it?"
"Actually," Colette started giggling, "I get it as much as
I can!" She burst into gales of laughter, rolling back and
forth on the bed.
Wendy watched with slight amusement marked on her
face, then she said "Very funny, Colette. Did you ever get
any on your tits?"
"Yeah, I guess. I suppose I've had it everywhere."
Wendy looked fascinated. "God, that's so amazing.
What did it feel like? Was it hot?"
Her older, more experienced sister just shrugged. "I
think it feels great. But you should find out for yourself.
There are plenty of guys who'd love to cum all over your hot
little body."
Wendy shuddered with excitement. "Really?"
Colette reached out with both hands and grabbed her
sister's tits. "These? Are you kidding? My boyfriend Aaron
used to always talk about you. He used to tease me by saying
he'd ask you to join us in bed one night." She was still
holding Wendy's breasts.
Wendy put her own hands over Colette's grasping fingers.
"You're hurting my boobs."
Colette was surprised. "This hurts?" She twisted her
grip slightly. "Does that?"
Wendy winced, but made no move to pull her sister's
hands away. "Yeah, a little. I think my tits are more
sensitive than yours."
The older girl thrust her chest forward, accepting what
sounded like a challenge. "Go ahead and squeeze. I think
mine are just as sensitive as yours, but I'm just not such a
suck about it."
Wendy moved her hands to Colette's breasts and
ruthlessly squeezed, twisted and stretched. Colette squealed
and looked down at the red welts left by Wendy's hands.
"Fuck, you bitch, that really hurt. I should rip yours
right off for that." But instead, Colette's hands left her
sister's breasts and moved to comfort her own.
"Jeez, I'm sorry, sis. You said you could take it." She
felt bad when she too saw the red marks.
"It's okay," Colette smiled. "It's good training for some
of the guys out there who seem like they want to take your tits
home and leave the rest of you on the bed."
They laughed about that and eventually got dressed,
swapping clothes from each other's bedrooms for variety.
Robert Crawford woke up the next morning at five-thirty.
He wanted to get into the office early since he had taken the
previous Friday off.
Anne was still asleep beside him and he ogled her
partially covered body before he stepped into the shower.
He dressed quietly and tiptoed out of the room.
Diana was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of oatmeal and
reading a glamour magazine. Her robe was open and Robert
was treated to an enticing view of his youngest daughter's
blossoming body.
When she saw him come in she non-chalantly tied up her
robe and continued reading.
"Don't you say `Hello' or `Good morning' anymore,"
Robert asked.
With a mouthful of oatmeal, she mumbled, "Sorry Dad.
Good morning."
"Snotty little bitch," he muttered.
"Hey, Daddy, be nice. I really am sorry." She stood up
and came over to where he stood at the counter.
"Okay, I guess I can forgive you." His eyes roamed
lustfully down the front of her robe. "I still think you're a
little bitch though."
"Daddy!" Diana looked genuinely hurt.
He smiled. "It's not always a bad thing to be called a
bitch. Women need to understand that men love to call them
names, but it doesn't mean we don't love them. Heck, you're
getting to be such a woman I might as well start getting you
used to it." He was having fun shocking her.
Diana thought about it and then smiled herself. "Okay,
Daddy, I guess calling me a bitch is okay as long as you're
not being mean."
Again, his eyes wandered down her nubile young body.
"Don't the boys at school ever call you names?"
"Yeah." She crossed her arms tentatively over her chest,
a little embarrassed by her father's gaze. "But they're stupid
idiots. They don't even know the meaning of half the words
they use."
"Do you ever get called a `cunt'?"
She wavered before answering. "Daddy, that's a filthy
word."
"Diana, it's just a word. You're old enough that you'll
probably be called a cunt once in a while. I don't think you
should be shocked by it."
She looked skeptical, but admitted, "The boys have used
that word. But they usually just call me a slut."
Robert's cock, which had stiffened slightly ever since he
had seen his daughter's uncovered form, now leapt into rock
hardness. "Slut? Why would they call you that?"
"That's enough, Daddy. I don't want to talk about it
anymore." She picked up her magazine and turned to leave.
As an afterthought she said over her shoulder, "But don't
worry, Daddy, I'm still a virgin."
Crawford Enterprises Inc. was quiet at dawn on a
Monday morning. Most of the city around it was quiet too.
Then Robert Crawford's big sedan rumbled into its
parking spot underneath the Mitsumi building. Silence
returned when Robert cut the engine.
He sat there for a moment and looked down into his lap.
His cock was still hard from his encounter with his youngest
daughter. My God, she was growing up quickly. He recalled
the first time he had noticed Colette's young body sprouting
into incredible womanhood. He had purposely taken an
extended business trip at the time to avoid the temptation she
presented.
Wendy had not been so bad. She generally didn't spend
too much time around the house, and when she did she was
well-covered.
Diana shared Colette's penchant for waltzing around semi-
clad. It was tough for Robert to take.
Finally he felt his erection had subsided sufficiently and
he went up to his forty-first floor office.
Emily Treville, his executive assistant, was already at her
desk, sipping coffee and reading a financial newspaper. She
looked sophisticated and sexy in her business attire. She was
a young black woman that Robert had hired three years
agoþright out of her MBA program at Ridgemont University.
He admitted to himself that he had hired her as much for her
exotic beauty as her experience and credentials.
Today she was wearing a severe black suit with shoulder
pads big enough for a linebacker. Her gauzy creme blouse
revealed the lace of her camisole beneath. She had her
normally flowing black locks pulled tightly into a bun.
"Wow, Emily, you sure look professional today," he
commented. "Job hunting?"
"Mr. Crawford, that's a terrible thing to say. I'm very
happy working here." She stood up and followed Robert into
his office. "I'm actually presenting a new marketing plan for
Teresa. She had to fly down to Houston for a product launch
that your Vice-President of Product Development moved up
by a week."
"I sense you're a little pissed off about that."
"I'm not, but Teresa is. She is a nut about timetables.
They were all freaking out on Friday, but I wouldn't let them
call you at home, so I guess they figured it out for
themselves. It helped when I volunteered to do the marketing
presentation."
"Well, fuck... it makes sense. I watched you guys work
on it and you did just as much as anyone in the marketing
department. You feel comfortable presenting to the sales
guys?"
"Sure... why?"
"They can be pigs. You're dressed well, but they can
still treat a woman like a tramp even when she's obviously
being a professional."
Emily smiled and took off the suit jacket. "I figure if
they can't handle it, they better get off the train."
Robert looked across her chest and up to her stunning
black face. "I hope you can handle it too. If they start
hooting and hollering about your tits when you take off your
jacket like that, I don't want to hear about it. But..." Robert
moved close to her. "If there's a single racial remark I want
to know and I'll kick the fucker out the door personally."
She grinned and hugged him. "Thanks Robert. So if
they call me a whore I grin and bear it, but if they call me a
nigger whore I have the right to squeal, right?"
"Squeal like a pig!" He laughed and put his hands down
on her taut buttcheeks. "You know, Emily, this is the first
time you've gotten so close to me."
She raised her arms up around his neck. "Is it a problem
for you, boss?"
"Not a bit, as long as it doesn't stop with just a hug."
She pressed her hips into him and raised her lips to his.
"I think we can go much further than just a hug."
They pressed lip to lip and entwined their tongues.
Robert's hard-on returned.
Feeling the lump form in his trousers, Emily moved one
hand down to check it out. "Wow, Robert. If a kiss gets you
this hard, I can't wait to see what happens next."
He broke away and closed his office door. He was still
several feet away from her when he said, "What is going to
happen next, Emily."
"I think you're the boss. Make an executive decision."
"Okay, take off your clothes."
She grinned and immediately started unbuttoning her
blouse. She pulled that off and unzipped her skirt. When that
fell to the floor she stood there for a moment in her camisole,
bra, panties, garter, stockings, and spiked heels. She spun
around like a model and giggled. "How's that, Robert?"
"Great." He locked the office door and sat down on the
edge of an armchair in the corner. "Did you do any
modelling to get through school?"
She sniffed and covered her mouth coyly with one hand.
"No, I would have put that on my resume. You know I
worked at a Burger King. I was the general manager by the
time I left."
"Okay, Miss Burger King. Let's see those juicy
whoppers you've got under that fine lingerie."
Shaking her head at the unsexy pun, Emily pulled off the
camisole and undid her bra.
Robert swallowed hard when he saw the huge black
aureolae. Her tits were firm chocolate melons, but their tips
were certainly the most impressive parts. Her nipples stood
up like cigar stubs.
When she was completely naked, her clothes in a jumbled
heap at the foot of Robert's desk, she slinked over to him.
"Are you just going to look, Robert?"
He stood up quickly and moved away. "For now, I think
I will just look. Lie down on the carpet and put on a show
for me."
She started to lie down. "What kind of show?"
"Finger-fuck yourself."
She shrugged and proceeded to run her hands over her
body, moaning and humming with pleasure. She finally
spread her legs and slipped one finger quickly through her
moist crevice.
"Look at me, Emily," Robert commanded.
She looked up to see that her boss had pulled out his
prick and was stroking it above her. It was a beautiful cock,
veiny and strong-looking. She was impressed by the vitality
and youth he projected. "Keep stroking it, Robert. You can
cum on me if you want. But I'd rather feel that thing inside
me."
"Wow," Robert exclaimed, "you're a bit of a slut aren't
you?"
Her response was a flick of her tongue and bump of her
hips. Then she started diddling herself with abandon.
He stripped and knelt down beside her prone body, still
pumping his shaft. "You've been sitting out there at that desk
all this time and you never came into my office to give me
some of this." He grabbed the closest tit demonstratively.
"Did you ever smell pussy out there? I used to shove my
hand into my panties when you were in here. I wanted you
to ask me for a long time."
They masturbated in silence for a while, occasionally
reaching to each other for a fleeting grope. "What are you
thinking about, Robert?"
He grinned. "Okay, now that we've gone this far here's
a question for you: Do you like assfucking?"
She nodded and puckered her lips. "Oooo, yeah. I love
it in the ass. My boyfriend thinks it's gross, so I don't get it
very much. But, I really like it kinky."
He decided to go for broke. "What about water sports?
Are you into golden showers?"
She thought for a moment, still masturbating furiously.
"I've never tried it, but I've thought about it before. Are you
into getting them or giving them?"
Robert shrugged. "I've never tried either. I just
wondered. I guess I'd try both ways."
She stopped fingering herself and reached up to stroke his
cock. "Okay, Robert, while we're testing the limits of our
sexual experience, have you ever done it with a minor?"
"A girl under sixteen?"
"Or a boy... but I guess that's a separate question."
Robert stopped her from stroking his cock. He shifted
around and positioned himself between her legs. She reached
down and grabbed his cock again. He let her guide him into
her boiling cunt.
"Oooo," she mewled. "That's nice."
"Yeah," he grunted. "Fuck it's hot."
When he got into a steady rhythm, she repeated her
question. "So have you done it with a minor?"
"Yeah... I guess the youngest girl was twelve. I was on
vacation in Bangkok in the seventies. It was kind of the thing
to do."
"Did she have a sweet little pussy?"
Robert hunkered down and started fucking Emily harder.
How did she zero in on his current fantasy so quickly? "Very
sweet."
She kissed him hungrily. Then she moaned, "Robert...
when you cum, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to
taste your juice."
He was sweating and grunting, close to orgasm. He
heaved himself off of her and leaned back on his knees.
"Come and get it, bitch."
She scrambled up mouth first to his cock. She had hardly
sealed her lips around the jerking head when the first stream
of semen rushed out. Her gullet worked fervently and she
swallowed the entire load. When she sensed he was finished,
she lapped off the excess with long strokes of her tongue, then
nuzzled into the sweaty place where his balls touched his
thighs.
"I guess we'd better get back to work," Robert suggested.
She reluctantly got up and started putting her clothes back
on. He sat back on the armchair and watched. His flaccid
cock hung onto the upholstery and left a sticky trail.
"You know Robert," she said as she fixed her stockings
and garter belt, "my cousin Yvette would be very interested
in you. And you'd probably be interested in her. She is a
model... and she's only fourteen."
Robert chortled. "You'd trust her with an old pervert like
me?" He started assembling his own attire.
"Well, I know you'll treat her nice. Besides, my Uncle
was the one who told me, `old enough to pee old enough for
me.' I'm sure he's tried her out."
"Used merchandise? What are you trying to sell me
here?" He smiled crookedly at her.
Smoothing out her skirt, Emily feigned a sneer at him.
"You're pretty picky about the pussy you get aren't you?"
"Nothing but the best, baby." He hugged her close to
him again. "That's why I picked you."
She grinned and kissed him. He could taste his own
semen lingering in her mouth. It was the first time he had
tasted it and it wasn't as bad as he had expected.
"You're a sweetheart," she said, smoothing an open palm
against his cheek. "And now I know that you're a great boss
and a great lay."
"Take the rest of the morning off so you can freshen up
for the presentation this afternoon." He patted her ass
playfully.
"Great, thanks."
They kissed again before she went back to her desk.
Peter was surprised when his grandfather had suggested
they meet at Polly's on Monday night to watch the football
game. He was sorry to miss a night of potential anal sex with
Sharon, but he decided she was usually hornier when he made
her wait. Besides, he hadn't spent much time with his
grandfather lately.
When Peter arrived the place was pretty empty so it was
easy to spot his grandfather at a booth in the corner. He was
chatting with an attractive woman in a red waitressing
uniform. But she was sitting at the booth with Benjamin, not
serving him.
Peter approached the table, the woman stood up and
pulled out her notepad. Apparently she really was the
waitress.
"You must be Peter," she beamed. "I'm Allison."
"Hi." He shook the hand that she extended to him.
"A round for us right away, toots," Peter's grandfather
called out.
"Yes sir." She trotted off to the bar and busied herself
with pouring a couple of large drafts.
Peter slid into the booth across from his grandfather.
"Do you know her, Gramp?"
"Yeah. We've been friends for a few years."
"Great looking woman," Peter commented.
"Yeah. Nice firm tits, that's for sure. Paddy gets the
waitresses in this place to wear those uniforms that really give
you an idea of what the bitch looks like. And not many of
them look as good as Allison."
Allison skated back to the booth with her tray held high.
Then she carefully placed the glasses down. "Enjoy the
game, gentlemen. Just snap your fingers if you need
anything." Suddenly she straightened up in surprise.
Peter noticed that his grandfather had insinuated a hand
up the back of Allison's dress.
She slowly and deliberately pushed his hand away from
her butt. "Don't be naughty, Benny."
"I thought you liked it when I'm naughty," he chuckled.
"Not in front of the boy," she informed him.
Peter winced a little at being referred to as `the boy'.
Benjamin noticed the discomfort. "Allison, I think you
should apologize to Peter. He's as much of a man as you
could handle. Right lad?" He winked at Peter.
Peter puffed up a little and said, "Well, I'm sure not a
boy anymore."
Benjamin's hand returned to Allison's ass, his fingers
insinuating their way past the elastic of her panties. This time
she did not stop him, but looked over her shoulder to see if
anyone had noticed. No one had.
"Well, my apologies, Peter. Are you saying that you
really are as much of a man as you grandpa?"
Peter blushed. "Well... from what I've heard, I'd have
to be quite a guy."
It was Benjamin's turn to blush slightly. He quickly
recovered to his blustery old self by saying, "Hell, folks, all
this talk's giving me a chubby." The he lowered his voice
and said to Allison, "Not to mention dipping my finger into
your sweet little asshole, my dear."
She swatted at him, "Oh Benny, be quiet. You don't
have to tell Peter that your finger is up my ass."
Peter smiled and craned his head down and over to see up
her skirt. Sure enough, his grandfather's hand had pushed her
panties to one side and was pressing into the cleft of her butt.
He sat up and grinned at Allison. "His finger really is up
your... ass?"
She giggled. "What's wrong, Peter? Are you shocked
that I'd let him?"
He shrugged. "Geez, I guess not... but this is a
restaurant and everything."
"You're absolutely right, Peter," Benjamin said, quaffing
back the last of his beer. "Let's move this party into the back
room."
They went into the back and Allison dawdled for a
moment at the door. "Can I bring back some more beer for
you guys?"
"Yeah, that would be great."
Peter finished off his first beer and looked around the
room which served as an office and a miscellaneous storage
room.
"Allison is a fine little philly isn't she, Pete?"
"Yeah, Gramp, she's a sexy woman. I can't believe she
let you finger her ass like that."
"Do you think you'd like to fuck the bitch, Pete?"
Peter whirled around to look at the sincerity of his
grandfather's question. "You really think she'd want to?"
"Come on, lad... did you see the way she was looking at
you? She wants a piece of your young prong something
fierce."
Peter noticed the huge lump in his grandfather's pants.
"Geez, Gramp, you're sure steaming ahead aren't you?"
"Come here for a second, Pete." Benjamin motioned
Peter towards him in a conspiratorial way. When his
grandson was close enough, he put one arm around his
shoulder and whispered, "Take out your cock, lad. Let me
see what you've got to offer her."
Peter felt a little self conscious, but decided there was no
harm in exposing his semi-stiff prick. Even if Allison came
back, she was likely to enjoy the sight. He unzipped his jeans
and extracted his fleshy tool. He felt proud to let his
grandfather see his naked prick in this aroused condition. He
was really a man now.
But the feeling of pride turned to shock when Benjamin
grasped his grandson's prick and squeezed gently. "That's a
great piece of equipment, lad. Do you mind?"
Peter was speechless. The feeling of his grandfather's
hand on his prick was bizarre. He felt a mixture of nausea
and excitement. His knees were weak.
Benjamin moved his hand slowly back and forth. Peter's
cock was not withering. In fact it had grown larger. That
was a good sign, thought Benjamin, the lad was not
completely adverse to the idea of being touched by another
man. "Your prick is getting bigger, Pete. Are you some kind
of a fag?"
"N-no..." he stammered. "It just feels weird."
Allison returned with the beers and Peter turned away
from her, embarrassed at the situation he'd been discovered
in.
She walked up to the pair and said, "If you gentlemen
want to be alone, I'd understand, but I'd kind of like to
watch."
"Sure," Benjamin said quietly. "Pete was just telling me
that he's not a fag. What do you think, Allison?"
"Don't be mean, Benny. Just keep jerking his beautiful
prick for me."
Benjamin returned to his task. Peter hid his face in his
hands but the slight humping action in his hips belied his true
feelings.
Allison quickly slipped our of her red French maid
uniform and then started undoing Peter's clothes. "Let's take
off all this stuff, okay Peter?"
Peter looked out from behind his hands and smiled at her.
"Yeah, I think that would be better," he said tremulously.
When she had taken off all of his clothes, she stood up
and whispered in his ear, "Doesn't it feel good to have your
grandpa do that for you?"
He nodded quickly, but remained silent.
"Have you ever had a man touch you like that?"
He shook his head.
"Do you think you'd like to touch your grandfather's cock
just like he's touching yours?"
Peter looked at her with a desperate expression. His
confusion was deep.
"That's okay, sweetheart. I'll work on your grandfather.
You just relax and enjoy yourself."
"Um," Peter muttered, "can I... can I do you later?"
"Do me? How would you like to do me?"
"I... I don't know. I guess a screw or something." At
that moment Peter felt something wet and warm on his cock.
He looked down and almost passed out when he saw his
grandfather's face framing his cock. Oh God, he thought, his
grandfather was sucking itþand it actually felt good.
"There, there," Allison cooed in his ear. "It feels good
doesn't it?"
Peter groaned, partly out of frustration and partly out of
arousal.
"Yeah, sure it does. It's just like your girlfriend sucking
on it, right?"
"Uh-huh," Pete managed.
"You can cum if you want," Allison suggested.
Benjamin stopped slurping long enough to agree, "Yeah,
what the fuck, kid, unload in my mouth if you want."
"I'm going to kneel down for a minute, Pete," Allison
said. "Just pull me up by the hair if you need me."
Pete felt like he would need her again. Her
encouragement was comforting. But when he realized why
she was kneeling down, he tried to brace himself. He felt her
breath against his asscheeks. Was she was going to lick his
asshole? He hoped so.
Sure enough, Allison pried Peter's buttcheeks apart and
snaked her tongue into his sweaty crack. He relaxed his anus
as much as he could so she could slip her tongue all the way
in.
Getting oral stimulation from both sides was a very
intense experience. Peter felt himself start to cum, but he
tried to hold off.
He had to warn his grandfather. "Gramp," he grunted,
"I think I'm cumming."
Undeterred, Benjamin slurped away, anxiously awaiting
a gusher from his grandson. It had been several years since
he had tasted another man's semen.
Allison excitedly doubled her efforts on the kid's musky
anus. She was enjoying this kinky scene, and it was ages
since she had administered a rimjob to such a deserving young
man.
Peter finally let himself go. He slumped slightly as he
flooded his grandfather's mouth with spunk. The older man
gulped and swallowed feverishly.
The trio split apart. Peter sank into the cushiony chair by
the desk and watched Allison kiss his grandfather. Peter
realized that in their kiss they were sharing the taste of his
asshole and semen. He winced a little at the implication of
that.
As Allison undressed his grandfather, Peter marvelled at
the good shape the old man was in. He actually looked as
good as Peter's father, who was youthful himself. And Peter
was a little disturbed at how long he found himself staring at
his grandfather's erect cock. Its veiny shaft rising out of a
dark grey bush of pubic hair seemed sexy in some strange
way.
It was fascinating for Peter to watch as Allison got on all
fours and begged Benjamin to fuck her. Peter watched
intently as that sturdy prick was enveloped by the meaty folds
of Allison's pussy.
The rutting pair humped away, slinging lewd urgings back
and forth to each other. Finally Benjamin quickened his pace
and Allison bucked harder against him. They were getting off
in unison.
When they collapsed in a sweaty heap, Peter put his
clothes back on. He snuck out of the restaurant and took a
taxi home.
Robert approached his wife with an idea that Emily had
given to him as he left the office the previous evening.
"Why don't you get away," she had said. "Rent an RV
and go up to the mountains. Your whole family would
probably like the break."
So Robert had called up a few places and found one that
was willing to rent him a 33-foot motorhome on short notice.
The guy on the phone guaranteed that the thing would sleep
eight comfortably.
Anne was thrilled. "That's a fantastic idea. I think the
kids would love to have a real summer vacation for once."
"Okay, let's do it." He kissed her and gave her butt a
little squeeze.
"Uh, what about Colette?"
"She can come too."
"Are you going to give her the time off?"
"I'll talk to the marketing people today. They owe me a
favour anyway. Emily had to cover for their fuck-up
yesterday. She's a doll."
Anne suspected that Emily had become more than an
executive assistant recently. She admired her husband's
infinite ability to seduce younger women. It made her horny
and proud all at the same time. "And Emily can probably
cover for you and Colette while we're gone, right? Unless
you're going to invite her too." She smiled slyly at him.
"Gimme a break. She'll do a fine job covering. Let's
just make it a family trip."
The following Saturday, Diana went to her gymnastics
class while the rest of the family packed the RV and prepared
for their two-week trip.
They were ready just as it was time to pick Diana up, so
they all piled in the RV and drove up to the YMCA.
Robert hopped out and hustled inside. He was hoping to
see Lori alone for a minute, but Anne was right behind him.
"What's the hurry, sweetheart?" she asked. "Diana won't
even be started changing yet."
"Well, I wanted to talk to Miss Ames. She'll need to
excuse Diana from next week's class."
They went in together to Lori's office. Robert glanced
over at the split door that he had coated with his slime the
previous week.
Lori played it cool. "Mr. and Mrs. Crawford. Nice to
see you."
But Robert couldn't make the charade last just for Anne.
He knew she didn't mind his dalliances, but he usually tried
to be subtle about it. Now, he hugged Lori and kissed her on
the lips. "Nice to see you too, slut."
Anne giggled.
"Um..." Lori was thrown off completely. She extricated
herself from Robert embrace and moved behind her desk for
protection. "You'll be happy to know that Diana's doing very
well. She did a full somersault dismount from the horse
today."
Anne put her arm around Robert's waist. "I think you
embarrassed her, honey."
"Lori, are you embarrassed?" Robert asked her.
She looked up and smiled at this kinky couple. "No, I
guess not. But last week I let your husband look through the
peephole at the little girls changing. I'm not sure that was
such a good idea."
Anne laughed. "Robert, you dirty old man. Were you
looking at all the little girls?"
He nodded and frowned at Lori for letting that one out of
the bag.
"I guess my husband's a bit of a pervert, Lori. You'll
have to forgive him." Anne wandered over to the split door
and peeped through herself. Several young girls were visible
they were in various states of nudity. Anne stood up and went
behind the desk with Lori. "You've got to admit, though, any
man would be tempted by the sight of all that young female
flesh."
Lori smiled and shrugged. "I guess, but they're just little
girls and I felt bad about letting him watch."
"She means she feels bad about jerking me off while I
watched," Robert clarified.
Anne whispered to Lori, "He makes me do that all the
time. Isn't it amazing how much sperm he shoots out?"
Lori looked uncomfortable, but she managed to agree,
"Yeah, he made quite a mess."
"Ask her to show you her tits," Robert suggested.
Lori looked shocked. "No way."
Anne whispered to her. "Come on, let me see what
turned my husband on so much. Show me your fucking tits."
She grabbed Lori's right breast and massaged it roughly.
Lori winced. "Don't. Please don't."
Ignoring her pleas, Anne started to pull up Lori's t-shirt.
"Let's see them, you little slut."
Robert was grinning. His wife had never been this co-
operative before. His honesty had paid off. "Way to go
honey. Make the slut do it."
Lori's t-shirt was pulled over her head. Just as Anne
slipped her bra off, Diana and Cleopatra appeared at the office
door.
Robert was the first to recover, despite his hard-on. "Hi,
sweetheart. Ready to get going?"
"Yeah, sure." She looked at Miss Ames and her mother.
"What's going on, Mom?"
"I was just checking out Lori's bra. Your father wasn't
supposed to be watching."
Lori smiled weakly and threw her t-shirt back on.
"Okay," Diana shrugged. "Let's go."
Anne led Cleo and Diana down the hall and Robert hung
back to speak to Lori.
"That was fun, huh, Lori?"
She shook her head. "You're a bastard. You never told
me your wife was a dyke."
Robert laughed. "She's not a dyke. She just appreciates
a sexy person. And you're one of the sexiest bitches we've
seen."
Lori was comforted a little by that. "Okay, but you guys
sure know how to gang up on someone."
"You're just pissed off because you didn't get me in
trouble like you thought you would." He smiled and fondled
one of her braless tits.
She looked down at his hand on her breast. "So you're
going to keep your daughter in the class, even though you
think I'm such a slut?"
"She could learn a lot from you. Hell, a full somersault
dismount might be applied in a whole new way."
She laughed at that.
"By the way, she won't be in next week; we're going on
vacation for a couple of weeks."
"Sure," she nodded and pursed her lips.
"See you then," he said. He left without kissing her.
They drove for five hours and that put them deep in the
country within sight of the mountains. Anne suggested they
pull off and make camp for the night. "We can't go all the
way in one night."
"Yes you can, Mom," Colette quipped.
"Very funny you!"
They all giggled.
"Now, we've got to figure out our sleeping
arrangements." Anne started looking around and gauging how
they could all `sleep comfortably' as the brochure promised.
Diana pulled open the curtains above the driver's cab. "I
can sleep up here."
"Okay then, I guess the rest of you kids can sleep in the
back room and Mom and Dad get this double bed."
The double-bed she was referring to was actually the
dining table, which was ingeniously convertable.
The RV had one washroom, so preparation for bed was
a long drawn-out process. Finally Colette got impatient and
stripped in the main room, washed herself with a cloth at the
kitchen sink and waltzed back to the enclosed room with two
bunk beds at the back of the vehicle. Robert watched his sexy
daughter with amusement and lust.
Peter, who had been waiting in the back, didn't see
Colette until she flipped open the accordion door to their
room. She smiled when she saw his fixed gaze.
"Oh, Peter, get used to seeing me naked. I'll be damned
if I'll wait for that fucking washroom every night. Wendy
takes forever." She pulled a t-shirt out of the closet near her
bed and put it on.
Peter ogled her breasts anyway. Their shape seemed even
more sensual through the thin cotton.
Colette climbed into her bed, across from Peter's on the
lower level. Peter glimpsed the dark crevice of her ass as she
slipped under the covers.
"Don't you need to piss before you go to sleep?" he asked
incredulously.
She smiled at him. "We're on vacation. I thought I'd try
wetting the bed for tonight."
For a second he thought she was serious, then he saw the
smile creep into her expression. He threw his pillow at her.
"Very funny."
She threw the pillow back and came at him with her own
pillow. She managed to pin him in his bed before he could
react. Then she climbed up and straddled him to stablize her
pin. Her bare pussy was touching his bare chest.
When he felt that furry heat contact his chest, he stopped
struggling.
"Hah, you give up too easy!" she taunted. "I could kill
you right now with a single blow to the throat."
"Fuck, Colette, you watch too many ninja movies." Peter
put his hands on her thighs.
"And you watch too many porno movies." She firmly
took his hands off her thighs, but seemed oblivious to the fact
that her cunt was pressed against his bare skin.
He stared down blatantly and she realized he was looking
at her splayed pussy. She pulled the t-shirt down to block his
view. But then she rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing
the moist lips onto his chest.
Peter smiled. "Keep doing that."
She giggled. "You think you can make me get all hot and
excited?"
"Move down and we'll see."
She did slide down a little.
"Keep going."
She smiled and ground her hips against him. "You're
terrible, you know."
"Move farther down."
She was on his stomach now. "What are you doing back
there?" She looked over her shoulder and saw Peter pushing
the sheets down, exposing his underwear-clad lower body.
His cock was noticeably hard in the briefs.
"Just getting your surprise ready." He grinned up at her.
"You're a pig."
"You don't want to know what it's like? I've always
thought about you."
She shrugged and patted his chest affectionately. "You're
a great brother, Peter. But I think we should stop right here."
"Just move down a little farther. Please?"
He looked so cute and vulnerable she slid down
dangerously close to the tip of his prick. He was still
fidgeting around behind her and she assumed he was trying to
lower his underwear. When he stopped moving she slid
further down and gasped when she felt the head of his steely
cock spread her pussy lips apart.
"There," he said, beaming with victory. Then he inched
his hips up towards her, pressing his shaft harder against the
moist lips. He noticed her nipples become erect under the t-
shirt.
Colette started shaking.
"Can I put it in you?" he asked anxiously.
She sighed in resignation. She could no longer resist her
own strong temptations. "Okay, hurry up, before Wendy
comes in."
He grabbed her ass with one hand and guided his prick
with the other. He moaned as it slid easily into her sopping
wet pussy. "Wow, is that ever hot."
She moved her hips, savouring the actual feeling and the
incredible sinfulness of fucking her brother. "We're going to
get caught," she whispered.
"Just let me cum, then you can go back to your bed."
She frowned. "Are you a quick shooter? Most guys take
a while to cum." She leaned close to him and pulled the
covers over their loins in case Wendy came in. "Hurry up,
then."
Peter grinned and used short quick strokes to try to
inconspicuously bring himself off. He was worried about
rocking the vehicle too much. "Can you kiss me?"
She frowned again. "No! Just hurry up and cum."
He kept up his strokes but pleaded, "Come on, Colette,
you can't let me fuck you and not kiss me." He paused and
came up with an idea. "At least spit in my mouth."
That intrigued her. "Spit in your mouth? Why?"
"Well, if you were to kiss me, I'd be able to taste your
spit. I want the next best thing."
She looked sideways at him, then smiled and pursed her
lips above his. A thin string of saliva formed and dangled
between them.
Peter eagerly licked it into his mouth. It was just as
sweet as he had imagined. He grabbed one of her tits and put
his other hand behind her neck to pull her close. He was
going to get his kiss anyway.
She resisted for only a moment, then sensuously returned
his kiss.
Wendy opened the accordion door just as they broke the
kiss. Peter stopped moving his hips. Colette pretended she
was fighting with him.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Wendy smirked.
"This little bastard threw his pillow at me. I'm just
teaching him a lesson."
"It stinks in here," she said matter-of-factly. Then she
flipped off the covers and saw their engaged genitals. "Oh
my God! How much of a slut are you Colette? He's our
brother!"
"Shh! Mom and Dad will hear you," Colette pleaded.
She moved up and off of Peter's cock. It wetly slapped
against his stomach and Wendy was transfixed by the sight.
"I can't believe you were actually doing it." She shook
her head. "God, how could you?"
"Look at him, Wendy!" Colette implored. "Tell me you
haven't thought about it before."
Peter appreciated the attention from these two sexy
women, even though they were his sisters. In a way it
seemed to offset the attention his grandfather had given him
earlier in the week. He moved into a Playgirl style pose,
giving them a completely sexy picture.
Wendy cleared her throat and tilted her head to one side.
"Okay, Peter. Give me a break. Cover it up."
"Why, are you getting horny?" he taunted.
Colette snickered. She pulled off her t-shirt and sat on
the bed across from Peter, behind her sister. From there she
could tantalize him without Wendy seeing her. She started by
sucking her own left nipple.
Wendy put her fists on her hips. "I'm not getting horny,
Peter. I might be getting sick, but not horny. Put it away,
you pig." She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest.
"Don't you want to suck it first?" Peter asked, looking
across at Colette's antics on the opposite bed. Colette looked
up, and although her mouth was still sealed to her nipple, she
smiled at him with her eyes.
"Oh my God! You're sick. I don't want either of you to
talk to me for the rest of the trip." She climbed up the
stepladder to the upper bunk and closed the privacy curtain.
Colette and Peter broke into suppressed giggles. She
went back over to his bed, which was directly under where
Wendy had cloistered herself.
"Where were we?" Colette whispered as she slipped under
the covers with Peter.
"You were on top and I was inside you," he whispered
back.
She kissed him. "And you were just about to cum,
weren't you?"
"Yup, but I think it'll take a while to get it back."
"That's okay... I think if we're quiet we have all the time
in the world." She fondled his semi-stiff cock. "By the way,
remind me to go to the washroom before I go to sleep. I
really need to pee now." She giggled and bit her lower lip.
"Can we still fuck?"
"Sure. I can hold it for a while. Don't worry, I won't
pee on you."
"That wouldn't be so bad, you know."
She smiled. "Oh, you like that do you? You're a kinky
little guy aren't you?" She kissed him again.
"Are you talking about golden showers?" Peter wanted
to be sure she was thinking the same thing he was.
"Yeah, when you pee on someone that's what they call it,
right?"
He grinned and nodded. Then he whispered even quieter.
"Do you need to shit too?" He looked up coyly.
Her eyebrows flew up. But she was still smiling. "Why?
You don't want me to shit on you too, do you?"
He shrugged. "I was thinking more of assfucking like we
were talking about in your room last week."
"You want to fuck me in the ass?"
Peter kissed her on the cheek. "I'm just thinking of all
the things we could do."
She giggled again. "We don't have to do them all in one
night, silly."
He smiled and realized that implied an ongoing
relationship. She was his sister, yet he was happy that this
was not going to be a one night stand.
They fell asleep talking. Colette never did relieve herself
and Peter never did cum.
In the morning they were awakened by Wendy shaking
them. "Wake up, you guys."
They groggily looked up at her. For a moment Colette
was confused about being in bed naked with her brother.
Then she smiled and muttered at Wendy, "I thought you
weren't going to talk to us for the rest of the vacation."
"Shut up, Colette. Mom and Dad want you to wake up
so we can go for a hike before we start driving again. And
you guys are so lucky I woke up first and stopped them from
coming back here to wake you up themselves." Wendy
hauled a small canvas bag out of her closet and started
stuffing things into it.
Colette made a face at Wendy and whispered to Peter,
"I'm going to go pee. Don't let her be too much of a bitch."
When she left the bed Peter immediately noticed the lack
of body heat. He hunkered down under the covers and
watched Wendy pack the knapsack.
She left without saying a word or even looking at him.
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