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Okay, I used content codes, but you'll probably find lots of other stuff 
in there besides those.  My basic rule is still: no snuff and no 
torture.  Everything else goes.

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Crawford Industries, Part 2
by Crystal Camry

  While the family walked through the woods, Peter's mind
wandered to the encounter he'd had with his grandfather at the
beginning of that week.  It was still difficult to believe it had
happened.
  Peter wondered if his mother knew her father was like
that.  And what about Uncle Dan?  Did Gramp ever do the
same things with his own son?
  Even as he considered the alarming implications, Peter
found himself getting aroused.  His mind flashed between his
grandfather's handsome face filled with cock and Colette's
beautiful form perched on top of him.  He feared he was
degenerating into some kind of sex freak.

  They drove for another four hours that day, through the
foothills into the very majestic mountain range called the
Terrapins.  Robert's friend from the Wentworth Club owned
five hundred treed acres in a valley in the middle of the
Terrapins.  The site was serviced with drinking water, a septic
tank, and electricity.
  Since they had stocked up on food just before they'd
climbed the first set of mountains, they would easily last a
week and a half here.
  Robert parked the RV under a huge pine tree.  Their front
door looked out onto a grassy clearing and the electrical and
water outlets were marked with an orange stake about twenty
feet away.  It was a perfect spot.
  As soon as the RV came to stop, there was a rush for the
washroom.  Diana got there first and shrugged at the others
who would have to wait their turn.
  "Shit!  It's not fair," cried Wendy.  "Just because she was
sitting at the back."
  "We all have to go, Wendy," Anne soothed.  "Just
relax."
  "If I relax too much I'll pee all over the floor."
  Robert motioned his son to the door.  "We don't have to
wait in line.  Nature calls, we'll answer outside."
  Peter smiled and followed his father around to the side of
the motorhome.  But he couldn't unzip his fly until his father
did.  He felt strangely uncomfortable about exposing himself
since he had done so for his grandfather.
  Robert nonchalantly pulled out his own penis and started
squirting the rocks and leaves underfoot.  He noticed Peter
staring at his stream and found it odd that his son had not
immediately started relieving himself as well.  "What's up,
Pete?  Aren't you busting after the long drive?"
  Peter blinked up, finding himself aroused at seeing the
heavy tube of flesh his father was holding.  "Yeah, I guess." 
He fumbled with his fly and willed his semi-turgid shaft to
soften before he pulled it out.
  "I wanted to ask you something Pete," his father said,
zipping up and leaning casually against the RV.  "Do you
know anything about Diana skipping school?"
  Peter shrugged.  He finished pissing and put his cock
safely out of view.
  "According to her teachers, she's been away five times in
the last two weeks.  But she hasn't stayed home."
  That was strange indeed.  Diana loved school.  She
wouldn't skip classes unless she had a very good reason. 
Peter tried to think of what was happening.
  Robert walked back to the front door of the RV.  "I don't
want to ruin the vacation, but I think I should ask her."
  "Yeah," Peter agreed, "you should.  She will keep doing
it unless she knows she isn't getting away with it.  Or she
might tell you exactly why she hasn't been at class."
  Robert nodded, but his sad expression showed the dread
with which he approached the task of confronting his
daughter.

  Diana was at the kitchen table with Anne.  Wendy and
Colette had gone out for a quick hike before dinner.  Peter
made himself scarce in the back room, but he knew he would
be able to hear every word through the accordion door.
  "Diana," Robert started, tipping off Diana with the
serious tone of his voice, "I want to ask you an important
question, and I don't want you to bullshit me with your
answer."
  Anne looked questioningly at Robert, but then realized
that he had chosen this time to confront her about her truancy.
  Diana nodded.  She looked nervous, but generally knew
her father was unlikely to fly off the handle.
  "Have you been skipping school?"
  She swallowed hard and looked intently at her fiddling
thumbs.  "No," she lied.
  "No?" Robert prodded.  "Why are your teachers'
attendance records so wrong?"
  She looked pleadingly at her mother.  Anne wore the
same interrogator's mask as her father.  "I don't know.  They
don't even know who I am I guess."
  Anne put her palm over her daughter's fiddling hands. 
"Diana, don't lie.  Tell us the truth now and you'll avoid a
spanking."
  Diana scoffed.  "You can't spank me anymore.  I'm too
old."
  Anne just raised one warning eyebrow.
  "Did you skip or not?" Robert asked.
  "Okay," Diana shouted with exasperation.  "What's the
big deal?  All the teachers are so stupid, I can catch up in one
day."
  Robert stood up and loomed over the waif-like girl. 
"Stand up you lying little bitch."
  Anne smiled and watched Robert take charge.
  Diana slowly stood up.  Her father grabbed her arm and
sat down on the bench seat facing the dining table.  "I've got
news for you, young lady.  You are not too old for a
spanking.  And you should know that lying is worse than
telling the truth... always."
  Diana looked dejected.
  "Take off your jeans," Anne commanded.
  "But Mom!" she protested.
  "Off!  And you panties too.  You're getting a proper
spanking."  Anne winked at her husband.
  Diana struggled out of her jeans and pushed her panties
off too, but she pulled her t-shirt down to cover herself.
  "Now lie across your father's lap," Anne directed.
  Diana started sobbing.  But she did as she was told.
  Robert was treated to a view of his youngest daughter's
taut, upturned ass, and the cleft between her legs.  The t-shirt
did little to cover her in this position.  He felt his cock stiffen.
  He whacked her tentatively on the buttocks.  She
squeaked slightly, and continued sobbing.
  Anne stood behind her husband and rubbed his shoulders
while he spanked their daughter.
  Peter was watching through a small crack in the door. 
He had been rubbing his cock through his jeans, but now
pulled it out into the open for a bona fide stroke.  He was
amazed how sexy he found watching his sister getting
spanked.
  When Diana's ass was blazing red, Robert decided to
stop.  But before he let Diana up, he used his thumb and
forefinger to spread her asscheeks apart.  When the little bud
of her asshole was stretching into an oval, Robert winked up
at his wife and gestured towards the opening.  Anne frowned
at him and swatted him on the arm; she mouthed, "Stop it!" 
But then she hunched to suppress a giggle.
  Diana was oblivious to her parents' sexually-oriented
trifling.  Her butt hurt and her eyes were stinging with tears. 
She wanted to get up and hide in the back where Colette,
Wendy, and Peter slept.  She might even hide there for the
rest of the vacation.  And she would never skip school again.
  Finally she was hauled to her feet by her mother, and
allowed to leave.  She ran into the back room, leaving her
jeans and panties on the floor with her parents.
  Peter barely had enough time to stuff his prick back into
his pants when his sister whipped through the accordion door
and flung herself on Colette's bed.  He ogled her crimson ass
and tried to filter out her gasps and whimpers.
  "Cover your fucking ass," he said exasperatedly.  "And
stop crying."  He flung a blanket over her and sat near the top
of the bed.
  When she looked up at him, she revealed a mess.  Her
eyes were bloodshot and wet.  There was a very unglamorous
string of snot joining her upper lip to the bedcovers.  Her
whole face was puffy and pathetic.  Peter had to feel sorry for
her.
  "It's not fair," she sobbed.
  "Of course, it's fair.  You fucked off from school and
you got caught."  Peter shrugged.  "Does your ass hurt?"  He
lifted the blanket and looked at her slightly less fiery butt.
  She tried to look back to see for herself.  "It still hurts a
bit...  I can't believe Mom and Dad are such sadists."
  He sniffed.  "Come on.  It was a little spanking."
  She started crying again, but was able to say, "Thanks a
lot, Peter.  You're an asshole."  She turned to the wall and
continued wailing.
  Colette and Wendy returned, but as soon as Wendy saw
Diana crying, she shook her head and went back out to play
cards with her parents.  Colette sat on the edge of the bed
beside Peter.
  "What happened to her?"
  Peter lifted the blanket again and revealed the telling
spank marks.
  "A whipping?  For what?"
  "She skipped school."
  Colette shook her head knowingly.  "Did you watch?" 
Colette had that impish look in her eyes again.
  "Only from in here."  He pointed at his crotch to indicate
that he had grown a hard-on from the show.
  Colette looked intrigued and pressed her own hand into
her denim-clad crotch.  "And did Daddy spank her hard?"
  Diana turned around.  "Yeah, pretty hard," she said.
  "Aw, you poor thing," Colette comforted.  She pulled her
little sister close, crushing Diana into her pillowy breasts. 
She patted Diana's tousled hair.  The she moved her hand
down and stroked her hot buttocks, trying to gently wipe away
the welts.
  Diana snuggled into Colette and relished the attention she
had been unable to secure from Peter.  Her sister's hand on
her butt felt very soothing.
  Peter watched closely.  Perhaps he should have been nicer
to Diana.  She was certainly responding well.  He
unconsciously pressed the heel of his hand against the fresh
lump in his jeans.
  "Are you okay, Peter?" Colette asked.
  He realized she had seen him touch himself.  "Well,
yeah."
  Colette just smiled and winked at him.

  Later, Robert came to the back of the RV and shooed
Colette and Peter away.  He sat beside Diana, noting that she
had put on a pair of Colette's trackpants.
  Diana looked up warily at her father, from under a mop
of unkempt hair.  She saw that he was no longer angry.
  "Do you want to talk, little girl?" he asked gently.
  She smiled.  "Sure, Daddy."
  "Does your butt still hurt?"
  She nodded.  "Only a little."
  "I bet you really thought we would never have spanked
you, huh?"  He held her hand now.
  She shrugged.  "I guess I deserved it."
  "You sure did.  But I just want to be sure that it had
some effect.  Are you going to cut class anymore?"
  She violently shook her head.  "No way, Daddy."
  "Because I'll whip your cute little ass harder next time. 
And I'm very serious about that.  Do you understand?"  He
raised a warning eyebrow and waited for her to nod.
  After securing that confirmation, he hugged her close and
patted her tousled hair.  Then he went back out to join the rest
of the family.
  
  Anne was up cooking breakfast at six-thirty the following
morning.  A breeze and the sounds of birds in the trees came
through the kitchen window.  She was wearing panties and a
t-shirt, but started to feel a little chilled so she threw on a
flannel robe.
  Robert lay in bed and watched her.  He was constantly
amazed at how sexy she could look after just getting up in the
morning.  Her body was so sleek and wonderful, that it
looked great even in a ratty old robe.
  Anne went into the back area to wake up the kids.  They
were all fast asleep.  Peter was lying uncovered on his back. 
His muscular young body was temptingly displayed, covered
with just a thin pair of cotton briefs.
  Diana poked her head out of the bunk above Colette's
bed.  "Morning, Mom," she whispered.  "Are you cooking
breakfast already?"  Her spanking was all but forgotten.
  "Yeah, wake up and get in the shower early so we can get
up to the mountains before it gets too hot."

  Because of the way the bathroom in the RV was designed,
to save space the entire room acted as a shower stall, so there
was nowhere that stayed dry.  Anne had decreed that towels
would be set aside specifically for towelling down the room
after they all finished their morning showers.
  Diana gingerly undressed in the kitchen area, fully aware
of her father's lingering glances as she exposed herself.  She
kept smiling back at him, trying to cover as many strategic
parts as possible.  Diana couldn't help thinking about his
lecture to her on the subject of womenþand his use of the
terms `bitch' and `cunt'.  She also pondered the spanking he
had administered to her the previous night.
  Despite her anxiety over being forced to display herself
to her father, Diana also found it titillating.  Her pussy juiced
up a little and she tried in vain not to think dirty thoughts.
  Robert, who had given up trying to stop thinking his
perverted thoughts, watched his youngest daughter undress. 
He imagined the lithe little thing riding up and down, impaled
on a young stud's massive cock.  He remembered how he had
enflamed her tight little butt last night.  And he remembered
parting those sweet little cheeks to glimpse her asshole.

  The holiday ended before any of the Crawford's were
ready.  It had been a pivotal time for all of them.
  Robert felt especially refreshed and rejuvenated.  Two
weeks in close quarters with his beautiful family had been
magnificent.  He was sad to see it end, but was raring to go
back to work.
  Colette felt like she had opened all sorts of new
possibilities by embarking on the sexual odyssey with her
brother.  Yet she felt so sinful that she continued to fight
every moment that she felt even a twinge of lust.
  Peter, who had enjoyed his encounter with Colette, was
more concerned about his new fascination with the male body. 
He had desperately wanted to touch his father's cock several
times on the trip, but had managed to curb his desire before
he acted.
  Diana and Wendy were both changed in their own ways. 
Wendy harboured the knowledge of her older siblings'
obscene coupling, and Diana bore the confusion caused by her
role in her father's barely disguised lechery.
  Anne, ever the vigilant mother, sensed this change in her
family and was intrigued.

  Emily Treville took the elevator down to the fortieth floor
where the marketing department was spread out into various
offices and cubicles.  She went down the long corridor to the
telemarketing division and waved at Colette Crawford through
the glass.
  Colette left a file folder with one of her telemarketing
reps and greeted Emily out in the hall.
  "Hi, Emily.  What can I do for you?"
  Several of the male callmakers paused between calls and
ogled the pair of beauties on the other side of the glass. 
Colette, their boss, was stunning, but they were used to her. 
When the black chick from upstairs came down, though, they
had a hard time concentrating.  As the two buxom babes
talked, their tits almost touched.  The black girl's skirt was
even shorter than Colette's, and they both had incredible legs.
  Back in the hall, Emily was telling Colette about a formal
dinner that the president of Tigress Industries was hosting at
the Hotel Wentworth tomorrow night.
  "He's a really high roller.  And he's in the mood to thank
the Crawford company for selling so much of his product,"
Emily explained.
  "Okay, I'm glad my dad could get me an invitation.  It
sounds great."
  "Actually, you got your own invitation straight from
Tigress.  Your dad says he had nothing to do with it."  Emily
handed her a gold embossed card.  "But now that you're
invited, your dad wants you to come upstairs after work to get
an outfit.  The tailor is coming to do a fitting at five-thirty. 
Can you make it?"
  Colette shrugged.  "Yeah, if it's a normal day."  She
smiled and touched Emily's arm.  "Wow, Emily.  This is
fantastic.  Thanks."
  Emily leaned in and kissed Colette on the cheek.  She
regretted it even before she pulled away.  Just because you're
fucking the girl's father, Emily scolded herself, doesn't mean
you can start acting like best friends with her.  But when she
saw Colette's face, her glance was met with a big smile. 
Colette was obviously not offended by this minor display of
affection.

  Colette hastened the last of her workers out at five-thirty
and rushed upstairs to her father's office.
  The tailor was a dapper old gentleman with pins in his
mouth and a measuring tape around his neck.  He wore a full
three-piece suit, but had doffed the jacket for the work of
measuring.
  "Come in Colette," her father summoned.  He motioned
her to a seat in the armchair.  "We're almost finished, right
Leo?"
  Leo nodded and smiled pinnily at Colette.
  Robert felt the man's hands running the tape measure
around, marking with blue chalk, and pinning the tuxedo in
various places.  There was an awkward moment when Leo
tried to determine which side Robert hung his cock on without
asking out loud.  He squeezed gently and finally determined
that Robert was wearing briefs and not boxers.
  Colette realized what was happening and giggled behind
her hand.  She was anxious about having the naughty little
man run his hands over her.  But she didn't dread it.
  Robert switched places with his daughter and watched Leo
get to work.
  Leo didn't say a wordþhis mouth was too full of pins. 
Instead he boldly pulled off Colette's suitjacket.  Then he
pointed to the rest of her outfit and looked questioningly at
Robert.
  Robert smiled.  "He'll get a better idea of your
measurements if you didn't have so many clothes on
sweetheart."
  Colette frowned.  "Does he want me naked?" she asked
sarcastically.
  "I'm sure he does, but he just needs your skirt and blouse
off for now."  Robert chuckled to himself and watched Leo
ogle his daughter.
  Colette sighed and started unbuttoning her blouse.  Then
she dropped her skirt and stepped out of it.  Finally she
removed her blouse and dropped it on the skirt.  "There." 
She felt like she was at the doctor's office.
  Leo had to shake himself back into action when he saw
Colette's bra-covered tits.  They were magnificent.  But he
had a job to do and Mr. Crawford wasn't paying for someone
to drool over his daughter.
  The girl cooperatively held her long blonde tresses up
while he measured her bustline, but he had to caution her not
to change the shape of her body.  It gave him a chance to
measure her tits twice.  When Leo wrapped the measuring
tape around Colette's various other sumptuous curves, he
inhaled deeply at the perfume of her body.  His hands moved
expertly up the smooth thighs and tapped the end of the
measuring tape into her silk-covered crotch.  She jumped a
little, but stood steady.
  Robert watched in fascination.
  When the measurements were finished, it was time to
select a style of evening gown.  While Colette dressed, Leo
hauled out a large black binder, filled with colour glossies of
models wearing his designs.  They ranged from classically
elegant to downright slutty.  Although Colette was attracted to
the gauzy see-through white shift, she used her better
judgment and selected a low-cut, full-length black gown,
sleeveless and with a low-slung back.
  "I'm not sure you'll like that, Miss Crawford," Leo
cautioned.
  "Why not?" she asked indignantly.
  "Well, I'm afraid your... you'll be exposing more than
you intend."  He nervously gestured towards her breasts.
  She smiled.  "I see that little bitch wearing it.  Her tits
are the same size as mine."
  Leo was shocked at the language the young lady used, but
it didn't seem to faze her father.  "That young woman is a
bigger lady all around.  She fills in the gaps, if you know
what I mean.  You my dear are so slender that the side of the
dress will present a delightful... er... embarrassing view
around to the front."
  Colette sighed.  She knew what Leo was saying.  She
often had that trouble with halter-tops.  "Okay, can you make
the back a little less scooped.  Maybe more like a V?"
  Leo primped at the side of Colette's suit jacket.  "Or
perhaps you'd be happier with a jacket to cover the dress, but
as you become more comfortable with your company, you
may decide to throw caution to the wind."
  She giggled.  Leo was quite an odd fellow.  She liked
him.  "You mean I can wear this with a jacket?"  It didn't
seem right to her.
  "Very chic!  You'll put all the other women to shame." 
Leo was excited about his creative idea, but the truth was that
he already had the gown made and he didn't have time for
altering it to the extent she wanted.  He'd hardly have enough
time to sew it to fit her unusually perfect shape.
  Colette felt pressure on her butt and was about to tell Leo
he was doing too thorough a measurement when she realized
it was her father's hand.  Instead of scolding him, she
discreetly wiggled up against his palm.  Leo noticed nothing.
  When Leo was packed up and gone, Colette turned to her
father and shook a finger at him.  "What was that little butt-
squeezing all about, Daddy?"
  He grinned.  "I was actually sizing you up against your
mother.  You are becoming such a woman."
  Colette shook her head.  "You're very naughty, Daddy. 
I think I've had enough men feeling me up today.  I'm going
home."  She left quickly.
  Although surprised by her initially positive reaction to his
bold move to feel her ass, Robert was even more shocked by
her walking out of the office so briskly.  He thought for a
moment that she would allow him to further his lusty designs
on her.  In a way he was glad she hadn't, he was becoming
an unstoppable pervert lately.

  Colette sat in her car for a moment, breathing deeply. 
Her cunt juice was seeping through her panties.  Her father
had aroused her deeply.  And she was trying to forget about
it.  She tried not to think about his strong mature body naked,
as she'd seen it during the trip.  She tried not to imagine what
his thick cock would be like when it was hard.  And she tried
not to translate all of those images into the tryst she'd had
with her brother.
  She started the car and peeled out of the dark parking lot.

  When she got home she went straight into the shower.  It
was less than two minutes when Peter sauntered into the
bathroom and leaned up against the wall.
  "Get out of here, Peter," she whispered harshly.
  "What's the problem, sis?"  He was puzzled.
  She rinsed off quickly and grabbed a towel.  Wrapping
herself, she tried to ensure that she was not giving Peter a free
show.  "Get out, now!"
  Peter held open his arms.  "Come on sis, just a quick
little fuck to prove it wasn't a dream."
  She sneered at him.  "You can just keep dreaming.  I'm
not going to start fucking everyone in my family just because
I happen to get horny every once in a while."
  Peter was baffled even more by this tirade.  "Hey," he
said quietly, "I didn't think you minded having my prick
inside you.  Was I wrong?"
  Her shoulders sank.  She was losing her defiance. 
"Christ, Peter.  You are a bastard.  Why can't you just listen
to me?"
  "Because your pussy talks a whole different language." 
He raised his eyebrows cheekily and stepped towards her.
  She looked at the lump in her brother's jeans.  He was
raring to go despite her indictment.  She smiled at him.  "You
are a little pervert aren't you?"  Then she dropped her towel
and planted a long wet kiss on his mouth.
  They were entwined for a long time and then Peter
pushed his sister down so she was sitting on the toilet.  "I
want you to suck my cock."
  She shook her head.  "No.  I can't."  Every fibre said it
was wrong.
  But his rock hard prick was already waving in her face. 
It smelled like sex: musky and sweet.  The veins were pulsing
and the tip exuded a little clear drop of goo.  If a cock ever
needed something, this one sure needed sucking, she thought.
  "Okay," she said in a tiny voice.  Then she slowly opened
her mouth and moved towards the helmet of his cock.
  It was the sexiest thing Peter had ever seen.  Her
hesitation was highly erotic.  This was different from Sharon's
animal ferocity in oral sex.
  She sucked it for a while, but then realized Peter was
likely going to cum without warning.  She stopped and
squeezed the base of his shaft.  "Don't," she said, "not yet."
  "Let me lick you then."  He crouched to push his face
into her naked crotch.
  She giggled and pushed him away.  "Stop it, Peter.  I
have to pee.  Give me some privacy for a minute and I'll meet
you in your room."
  He stood up and crossed his arms.  Smirking, he said,
"I'm not leaving.  I guess you'll just have to piss in front of
me."
  She shook her head.  "No way."
  "Why not?" he pleaded.  "I did it for you.  Remember? 
In the park?"
  She stood up and nodded reluctantly.  "Yeah, but I was
just... it's not the same."
  He pushed her back against the toilet tank and insinuated
a hand between her legs, fingering her juicy cunt.  "Come on,
Colette.  Piss for me."
  "No.  No way."  But her voice trembled.
  "Come on."
  A strange look passed across her face and Peter felt hot
wetness cover his groping fingers.  She was pissing standing
up.  And it was flowing over his hand.
  They looked down and watched the yellow cascade spill
across the toilet lid and down onto the white bathmat.  Her
thighs were dripping, and she spread her feet to avoid
standing in the spreading puddle.  Peter rubbed the stream
between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the feel of his
sister's urine.
  She started giggling, and the flow became sporadic. 
Finally it stopped, except for a few drops, and she said,
"Wow, that was incredible.  Did you like it?"
  Peter brought his hand up and stared disbelievingly at the
wet sheen.  He nodded, "Mmm-hmm."
  She grinned at him and then pulled his face to hers,
kissing him with her lips parted and her tongue darting.  They
both sniffed at the harsh smelling pool below them and smiled
naughtily at each other.

  Benjamin Peel pulled his Cadillac into a parking space at
the Crawford buidling.  It was quite early on Friday morning
and most workers had yet to make it in.
  He hopped on the elevator and went up to the forty-first
floor.
  Emily was at her desk and greeted Benjamin by getting to
her feet and taking his arm.  She guided him directly into
Robert's office.
  "Mr. Crawford will be in soon, I'm sure, Mr. Peel.  Can
I get you a coffee while you wait?"
  Benjamin smiled and glanced across the young black
woman's chest.  She had large breasts, discreetly displayed
under a sheer white blouse.  "That would be nice.  Thank
you."
  She wrapped her suit jacket around herself and left to get
the coffee.  She was surprised at the old guy's ogling; he was
normally such a gentleman.  Then she smiled and wondered
if horniness was something Mr. Peel and Mr. Crawford had
in common.
  Robert came in before Emily could serve Mr. Peel his
coffee, and he kissed her on the mouth as he rushed past her.
  He hurried into his office and saw Ben looking out the
window.  "Oh, hi Ben.  Hang on a second while I make one
quick phone call."
  Ben sipped his coffee and watched Emily bending over at
the file cabinet while Robert talked to a supplier in Italy. 
Finally, Robert hung up and greeted Ben with a hearty
handshake and a slap on the back.
  "What brings you by, Ben?"
  "Seats at the ball game.  Two in the front row.  I thought
you and Peter might be interested."
  Robert's eyebrows went up.  "Shit, Ben, I thought you'd
want to keep them.  Those are tough to get."
  "The sales guy from Kraft is always passing stuff like this
on to me.  Angela insists on going to some highbrow party
tonight so I'm out of luck.  You interested or not?"
  Robert held out his hand.  "Well, I've got a Tigress deal
tonight.  Tell Angela to find her own date, and maybe you
and Peter could go?"
  Benjamin chuckled and slapped the tickets into Robert's
hand.  He knew it was a little too early to force Peter into
being alone with him.  "You find someone to go with Peter." 
Then he wistfully glanced into the outer office and shook his
head in Emily's direction.  "Well, Robert, you've sure set
yourself up nicely here.  That black bitch is something else. 
She's gorgeous.  How the hell can you concentrate with her
around?"
  Robert shrugged.  "She's a great worker."
  "Have you fucked her?"  Ben squinted inquisitively.
  Robert blushed a little.  His father-in-law was just one of
the boys, and he had confided in him many times.  But how
would Ben feel if he knew that his son-in-law was cheating on
his daughter?
  The pause was long enough for Benjamin to draw his own
conclusions.  "You old rascal!  You actually got into her
panties, didn't you?  You lucky bastard!"
  Robert smiled and nodded.  "She's incredible.  Like a
fantasy come true."
  "How does she compare to Anne?"
  Benjamin was still smiling, but the tone of his question
made Robert hesitate.  "Well... Anne's incredible in her own
ways."
  "Like what?" Ben prodded.
  "Well..." he said again, "your daughter gives better head
than any woman I've ever known."
  Benjamin nodded thoughtfully, as if Robert had just told
him about a new product line or something.  "Yes, I can
imagine."  And Benjamin looked like he was literally
imagining his daughter giving head.
  Robert coughed.  "Do you think about Anne or Caroline
that way?"  Perhaps his own perverted thoughts about Diana,
Wendy, and Colette were not so unusual.
  "How could a father have beautiful kids like we've got
and not think dirty thoughts once in a while?  It's not like we
act on them."  Benjamin voiced the last sentence almost as a
question.
  Robert picked up on the uncertainty and grinned at
Benjamin.  "Even if you'd like to?"
  Benjamin whistled.  "Sometimes I get such a hard-on
when I'm over at your place.  All those nubile females
wandering around in bikinis, bathrobes, and pajamas.  I doubt
it's all that good for my heart."
  They laughed and Robert pursed his lips in agreement.

  The Crawford limousine pulled up to the curb at exactly
six-thirty that night.  Colette was standing beside her father,
proud to be attending her first corporate function.
  Her father was nattily decked out in his custom-tailored
tuxedo.  He looked incredibly handsome.
  She looked wonderful herself.  The black evening gown
clung to her slim body and accentuated her heavy breasts. 
The jacket, that last-minute addition, was welcome because of
the light breeze.  Her blonde hair was coiffed up in an elegant
bun, with loops of locks trailing down her cheeks. Dangling
from her ears were a pair of silver hoop earrings.
  Robert kept looking at his daughter, impressed with her
maturity.  He helped her into the limo, taking in the long
stockinged leg that stepped over the doorsill.
  When they arrived and started mingling, Colette was
immediately surrounded by men of all ages and descriptions.

  Peter took Sharon to the ballgame.  She was impressed
with the seats and cheered as loud as any other fan.
  He watched the group of businessmen sitting beside them
sneak glimpses of Sharon's breasts as they bounced
exhuberantly in her tight t-shirt.
  They drank beer and ate peanuts.  Sharon seemed
positively thrilled to experience major league baseball for the
first time.
  At one point she leaned into Peter and shouted above the
crowd, "This is way better than seeing it on TV!"
  He nodded and hugged her.  He quietly spoke into her
ear: "Yeah, but here we can't fuck while we watch the game."
  She snickered and replied in his ear: "Keep it heated up,
and we can do it as soon as we get home."

  On the first long weekend after the summer, Anne's sister
Caroline and her brother Daniel brought their familes from
different corners of the continent to stay at the Crawford
house.  Friday afternoon they started to arrive.
  It was exciting to have seven new people to share the
home.
  Caroline brought her three kids, Albert, Tony, and Nina. 
She had lost her husband in a car accident four years before. 
Caroline was 34 and being a young widow was very difficult
for her.  At the time, her pre-teenage kids had taken the death
quite well.  Now that they were older, they had started to
show signs of rebellion, something the family counsellor had
warned her about.  Albert, the oldest at fifteen, had been
arrested for vandalism at a neighbourhood park.  He had been
spray-painting obscene graffiti on the wall of a public pool. 
Tony, thirteen, had been caught with a knife in his locker at
school.  And Nina, only twelve, was not paying attention in
class and her marks were dropping.
  Daniel's family was much more serene.  His wife,
Debbie, was a knockout redhead with a wholesome, perky
demeanor that verged on sickly sweet.  She was twenty-three,
but had given birth to their daughter Corinne when she was
seventeen, two years before they had been married.  It was
the only blemish on a perfect relationship, and they would
argue that it had just been a matter of destiny.  Daniel was
only twenty-six himself, the baby of the Peel family, but he
tended to hold a very philosophical outlook on life.
  They split off in various directions and the whole house
came alive.

  Robert found Caroline unpacking in his office, where a
foldout couch allowed the room to become another guest suite. 
He put his beer down on the desk and smiled at her.  "How
have you been, Caroline?"
  She tossed a pile of panties and bras into a drawer in the
small dresser by the window.  "Pretty good.  The kids are a
bit of a handful, but I love my new job and I can pay the
nanny without going into hock."
  Robert watched his wife's sister unload a stack of
sweaters from the suitcase.  "Are you getting laid at all?"
  She froze and frowned at him.  "Robert!  You shouldn't
ask me things like that."  She crossed her arms over her
ample breasts and shifted her weight to one leg.  "You're
going to get us in trouble."
  He remembered once when she had been very drunk one
night after her husband had died, she had professed an
unquenchable desire for Robert.  "Still hot for me?"
  She blushed and tried to continue arranging her
belongings.  But she stopped again and smiled.  "You are a
bastard."
  He took another swig of beer and went over to stand next
to her.  "I think Anne would understand if you had a moment
of weakness.  What's wrong with me letting you relieve a
little tension?"  He put his hands on her shoulders and
massaged firmly.
  She closed her eyes and leaned sensuously into his strong
touch.  "I suppose if we were discreet."  She eyed the door to
the office.
  "Fuck discreet." he whispered in her ear.  "I want to
make you scream and beg for more.  And I want Anne to
come in and cheer us on!"
  She shivered.  "Ohhh God, Robert.  Don't do this."  But
she squirmed back and forth without moving away.
  His hands dropped from her shoulders and slid around
front to cup her tits.  She put her own hands over his to guide
his grip to her nipples.
  "Are you getting the urge, Caroline?" he asked.
  "Yes," she hissed.  "It feels so fucking good."
  His left hand dove down her front into the khaki shorts
she was wearing.  He quickly slipped past the elastic of her
panties and dipped into the moist folds of her cunt.  She
grunted and gasped.
  "I've been dreaming about this for years," he confessed. 
"You finally breaking down and letting me do this."
  She nuzzled her head back into the crook of his neck.  "I
feel like such a slut."
  "You are a slut, Caroline.  A hot, sexy, beautiful slut,
who deserves to feel very good for a long time."  He
unbuckled her belt and dropped her shorts with his free hand.
  She smiled and kissed his cheek while he fumbled around
trying to pull down her panties with one hand.  Then she
helped by wiggling her hips.  "Are you going to fuck me,
Robert?"
  "Do you want me to?"  He increased the tempo of his
diddling fingers.
  She moaned, "Mmm yeah."
  He undid his own pants with his right hand and pushed
his underwear down.  His stiff prick pressed neatly into the
crack of her ass.
  She relished the heat of his prick against her, but she
wanted to feel it inside.  "Put it in my pussy, Robert. 
Please?"
  He bent slightly at the knees and used the hand he'd been
diddling her with to guide his entry.  It slipped in so easily he
decided that the sisters were built very much alike.  It was
eerily like fucking Anne.  To his cock, their pussies felt
almost exactly the same.
  He humped in and out for a long time before Caroline
moved away and left his cock chilling in the open air.  But
she sat on the edge of the desk and spread her legs.  "From
the front now.  I want to watch you," she winked.
  He slid back in and expertly fucked her.  She shook to an
impressive orgasm before he even worked up a sweat. 
Caroline had obviously been sexually deprived for far too
long.
  She clung to him like a rag doll as he enthusiastically
pursued his own climax.
  His spunk finally flowed into her, and they were both
surprised when she had a little torrent of orgasms to celebrate. 
After that, though, she was too worn out to even lift herself
off the desk.
  Robert lowered her onto her back and watched his semen
ooze out of her yawning pussy while he put his pants back on. 
He snuck back out of the office and assumed that Caroline
would recover in time for dinner.

  At the last minute before Anne started cooking dinner, the
doorbell rang.
  Peter rushed to get it and blushed when he saw his
grandfather and Angela standing there.
  "Well don't just stand there, Peter," Angela chastised
him, "invite us in."
  He glanced over her red satin minidress, snugly
emphasizing every curve of her voluptuous body.  He felt like
telling her to fuck off, but she looked too good to worry about
her bad manners.  He held the door wide open and she trotted
inside.
  Benjamin was purposely slow about entering.  He looked
at Peter and then at the floor, realizing their last encounter
had been strange for the lad.
  But Peter surprised his grandfather by hugging him and
cheerfully greeting him.  "Hi Gramp.  How are you?"
  "Good," he managed.  "You?"
  "Great!"
  Peter closed the door and went off behind Angela,
watching her full hips sway under the incredibly flamboyant
dress.  Angela was already lighting up a cigarette and Robert
rushed over to tell her not to.
  "Angela," Peter overheard his father say, "put that
fucking thing out right now."
  She looked suitably reprimanded and hurried to butt out
in a little dish by the fireplace.  "I'm sorry, Robert. 
Sometimes I forget where I am."  Peter knew she was well
aware of his father's rules about smoking.
  Peter boldly stepped in when his father left and said,
"I've got something for you to smoke if you really need to."
  She raised one eyebrow and patronizingly said, "I'm sure
your father would be just as upset about marijuana smoke as
he would be about my tobacco."
  "I'm not talking about dope, Angela," he smirked.  He
leaned against the fireplace with immense confidence.  Angela
could squeal to her husband about Peter's terrible behaviour. 
But it was unlikely that Benjamin wouldþor couldþdo
anything, since he had recently sucked Peter off in the back
room of a bar.
  She was still smug.  "Then what, may I ask, are you
yapping about?"  She crossed her arms over her impressive
tits and leaned against the fireplace too.
  He put a finger up to her lips.  "My cock."
  She almost fell over backwards, but recovered in time to
remain graceful.  She was also able to bat his hand away from
her face and point a finger back at him.  "You are a
disgusting little boy."
  He moved closer to her at the mantle.  Looking around to
ensure that no one was in earshot, he said, "I bet you're a
disgusting little girl, Angela."
  The mention of the young man's cock had heated her up,
and his persistence was very appealing.  Angela had never
expected her stepgrandson to strike such an alluring figure. 
She involuntarily started imagining what his cock would look
like.  But her mind also produced ways to avoid the situation. 
"Stop this behaviour instantly or I will tell your grandfather
and there will be hell to pay."
  Peter smirked, but then decided he'd allow her to believe
she had the upper hand.  "Okay, okay, Angela.  Jeez, can't a
kid try a few lines on his own grandmother."  Then he
decided to go for a little flattery.  "Even if she does look like
Ursula Welch."  Ursula Welch had just been voted sexiest
woman of the year in a People magazine poll, and she did
resemble Angela in many important ways.
  Her scorn disappeared and she giggled like a schoolgirl. 
"Oh, Peter, now you're being silly.  But thank you for trying
out those lines... and who knows, if you weren't my
grandson, I might take you up on it."  Hell, she thought, if all
these people weren't around, I get on my knees and blow you
right here.
  Anne joined them and placed a drink in Angela's hand. 
Then she kissed Angela on the cheek.  "You look great, as
usual," Anne said, looking up and down the tiny minidress.
  "Thank you Anne.  You look pretty good yourself."
  Anne was wearing a simple floral print dress with a
wraparound bodice and a long flowing skirt.  It accentuated
her breasts and allowed her comfortable movement in the
kitchen.  But it was hardly a glamour statement, so she took
Angela's compliment with a grain of salt.
  Angela moved off with Anne and Peter was going to grab
a drink when he saw his grandfather coming towards him with
an extra beer raised high.
  "I thought you'd need this after talking to the dragon-lady
for so long," Benjamin chuckled.
  Peter nodded and took a swig.  Then he just stared across
the room at Angela laughing with Daniel and Anne.
  "You think she's pretty hot, though, don't you?"
Benjamin asked his grandson.
  Peter shrugged and smiled at his grandfather.  "Yeah, I
guess."  He looked back across the room.
  "Hot pair of cheeks, huh, Pete?"
  Peter nodded, looking at the satiny material shrouding
Angela's buttocks.  Then he noticed Uncle Daniel's denim-
encased ass, and wondered for a moment which cheeks his
grandfather had meant.  How much of a fag was he, anyway? 
And how much of a fag was Peter himself becoming?
  His grandfather put his hand on Peter's shoulder.  "Say,
lad, have you seen much of Allison since the last time we saw
her?"
  Peter shrugged off his grandfather's touch.  "Uh uh. 
Why would I?"
  "Well she thought you were the best thing since fermented
grapes."  Benjamin chuckled.
  "Well I haven't seen her."  Then Peter faced his
grandfather.  "Have you?"
  Benjamin smiled.  "Not since then."
  They both looked around the room silently for a moment,
then Peter said in a small voice, "I've been thinking about
you, though."
  Benjamin put his hand back on Peter's shoulder, and this
time the younger man made no attempt to remove it.  "That's
not surprising, Peter.  It's not everyday that you get a blowjob
like that."  He chuckled and then added, "But don't think too
much about it.  I like a little cock every once in a while, but
I really do prefer a steamy hot cunt any day."

  Caroline was serving Corinne her dinner.  The six year-
old would have to be in bed before the adults ate dinner.
  "Aunt Caroline," Corinne started.
  "Yes, sweetie."
  "Do you like Uncle Robert?"
  A hot flush came over her as she wondered what
prompted the child to ask such a thing.  "Yes, sweetie, I like
Uncle Robert just fine.  Why?"
  "You were flirting.  I saw you."
  Caroline wondered how Corinne had learned the word, let
alone the concept of flirting.  And how could she identify it so
easily when she hadn't even been conscious of it herself? 
"Well I don't think I was flirting.  And guess whatþit's past
your bedtime."
  "Noo," Corinne pouted.  "I don't want to go to bed."
  "I'll take her to bed, Mom," Albert suddenly said from
behind her.
  Happy that the normally morose Albert was willing to
help out, Caroline said, "That would be great, sweetheart."
  Albert picked up Corinne and whirled her out of the
room.  She was giggling on the way.
  Upstairs, Albert took Corinne into the bathroom and said,
"What do you have to do to get ready for bed?"
  "I just pee, and brush my teeth," Corrine said.
  "Okay, go ahead," Albert said as he casually leaned
against the counter.
  Corinne hesitated a little, then flipped up her skirt and
pulled down her panties.  She hopped up onto the toilet and
smiled at Albert while the bowl echoed with the rushing flow
from her bladder.
  "Have you ever seen a boy pee?" Albert asked.
  She grinned and shook her head.
  Without much ceremony, Albert unzipped his fly and
pulled out his semi-stiff prick.  He was going to take
advantage of this opportunity, finally being alone with his little
cousin.
  Corinne hopped off the toilet and watched in fascination
as her cousin added his own yellow froth to what was already
in the bowl.  Her hand tenatatively reached towards the boy's
thick veiny member.  Albert noticed the move, and stood
there arrogantly displaying his cock even after the flow of
urine had stopped.
  "Go ahead and touch it, Corinne."
  She did, wrapping her small hand around the head.
  "How does it feel?"
  "It's hot," she said, moving her hand up and down its
length.
  Albert picked her up and stood her on the counter, putting
her crotch at eye-level.  "I have a special way to clean your
peehole.  I'm going to lick it."
  She looked strangely at him, but decided to let him do it. 
She had heard about boys licking girls like that from her
friends at school.
  Albert gazed for a moment at the neat little slit of
Corinne's pussy.  Then he snaked his tongue out and ran it up
the slit.  She gasped, but didn't pull away.
  Emboldened, Albert kept laving her little cunt while he
stroked his pulsing dick.  She even put her hands on his head
to guide his tongue strokes.

  Benjamin was talking to Diana, who was wearing a cotton
sweater.  The loose knit material flashed hints of what was
underneath each time the young girl moved.  Benjamin had
discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra.
  "So your gymnastics are going well?" he asked.
  "Mmm-hmm," Diana said with a mouthful of pop.
  "You certainly seem to be in great shape."  He nodded up
and down her lithe form.  "And you certainly know how to
show it off."
  Diana giggled and looked around to see if anyone was
hearing this.  "What do you mean, Grampa?"
  "Well, you're not wearing a bra, are you?"  He winked
at her.
  "Grampa," she squealed, crossing her arms over her
chest, "you're not supposed to notice things like that!"
  Benjamin huffed and shrugged.  "Well, missy, you're not
supposed to wear clothes like that, I'm sure."  He took his
beer and moved off to another gaggle of relatives.
  Diana found Colette and pulled her aside.  "Colette," she
whispered urgently, "can you see my nipples through this
sweater?"
  Her older sister appraised the view of Diana's budding
tits.  "A little, I guess.  But it's not that bad.  Why?"
  "Grampa was staring and then he actually asked me if I
was wearing a bra."
  Colette giggled.  "Oh, just humour him.  He loves seeing
all the young girls around here."  What Colette really meant
was let the old guy do whatever he wanted.  She would love
for Diana and their grandfather to do something to rival the
incestuous relationship she was having with Peter.  She needed
a co-conspirator.  And her newfound feelings towards her
father meant that she wanted company even more.  In fact,
Colette extrapolated, she secretly wished her grandfather
would lust after her like he used to.
  Tony came over to where the two sisters were standing
and shyly said hello.
  Diana sniffed and tried her best to ignore her immature
little cousin.  Tony happened to be the same age as her, but
she felt he had so much more growing up to do.  Colette, on
the other hand, thought Tony was a sweetheart.
  "Hi, Tony," Colette said, conscious that the boy's gaze
had not left the front of her blouse since he had arrived.
  Finally he looked up at her and smiled.  "I guess we're
going to have dinner pretty late, huh?"
  She smiled back.  "Why?  Are you hungry?"
  He nodded.  "Yeah.  I wanted to go swimming, but I
won't have time to digest after dinner."
  Colette held out her hand, "Let's go before dinner.  Come
on."  She led Tony a little way, and then turned to ask Diana
if she was coming.
  "Yeah, I guess," Diana moped.  She decided swimming
with a little twerp her own age was better than trying not to
be bored by the adults' conversations in here.
  They met out back, after they had changed.  Tony was
quite distressed by the sheer sexiness of his cousins.  Colette
looked like a model from one of the dirty magazines he had
collected recently.  And Diana would definitely be considered
the best-looking girl in his school.  The fact that they had both
chosen enticing string bikinis for this swim didn't calm his
hormones at all.
  In his thin swim trunks, it was impossible to hide his
natural reaction to the hormone typhoon.  His cock felt like an
iron bar in his swimsuit.
  Diana rolled her eyes and whispered to Colette, "Look at
that.  Can you believe he's not even covering it up?"
  Colette ignored her sister.  She was impressed by the size
of Tony's prick.  It looked too big for his slight frame.  She
mentally compared it to Peter's and decided that it was
definitely smaller.  But not by much.
  As soon as they jumped into the water, Colette swam over
to Tony and encroached on his personal space.  She wanted to
make him feel even more uncomfortable.
  Diana watched with irritation.  Why did Tony deserve so
much attention?  Maybe she would have been better off
flirting with her grandfather.  At least he was mature enough
to carry on a normal conversation.
  Tony was transfixed by the creamy white mounds floating
just inches in front of him.  Colette's azure bikini hardly
covered the vast expanse of flesh that was above water.  Tony
couldn't believe it.
  "What's the matter Tony?" Colette asked, feigning
ignorance.
  He didn't answer, but reached out with both hands and
grabbed her tits.  He squeezed hard, and grinned maniacally.
  Colette gritted her teeth and tried to pry his hands away
without completely discouraging him.  "Ow, Tony, give me
a break.  Be nice!"
  Diana swam over and smirked.  "Is he being too rough on
you Colette?" she asked sarcastically.
  "Shut up brat, I never expected him to lose it like this,"
she whispered, as if Tony couldn't hear in his own little
world.  "Help me get him away from me."
  Diana tried to pull Tony away, but he held fast, stretching
Colette's tits out of shape and eliciting a yelp from the buxom
beauty.
  Then Diana had a bright idea.  She swam several yards
away and undid her own top.  She flashed her tits at Tony. 
"Come and see what mine are like, Tony."
  Colette sighed and winked at Diana as the young
introvert's grip slackened.  But he did not completely
surrender his prize.
  The tits he had in his hands felt really good, Tony
thought, but the others were naked.  He couldn't make up his
mind.

  Benjamin had lured Debbie into an upstairs bedroom
under the pretense of showing her a new scuplture he had
purchased for the Crawfords.  He had always wanted to fuck
his son's wife, and now he was going to give it his best effort.
  Debbie was gorgeous.  Her flaming hair contrasted nicely
with her pale skin.  Her body was slender and toned. 
Although her breasts were not as large as many of the other
women in his life, they were firm and round.  Today she was
wearing a cotton rubgy shirt and a pair of tight faded jeans. 
Her crotch, hips and ass looked like they belonged on a
teenager, not a mother in her mid-twenties.
  "This is the piece," Benjamin proudly gestured to a
blatantly erotic sculpture of a muscular man entwined with a
demonic creature who had feminine qualities but seemed
purposely asexual in many ways.
  Debbie blushed and looked closely at the artwork.  She
did not want to offend her father-in-law by dismissing it out-
of-hand.  "Very interesting," she muttered.
  Benjamin watched Debbie examine the sculpture.
  "Yes, I think it's very interesting, Dad."  She stood up
and appraised the piece from farther away.
  Benjamin put his arm around her and indicated the tail on
the creature.  "Now that tail, Debbie, what do you think that
means?"
  She leaned against him and cupped her chin in her palm,
thinking.  "I suppose it's a... it means the devil tempted that
man."
  "Tempted him into such a sinful state?"
  She nodded.
  "Debbie, does seeing a man lose control like that make
you wet?"
  She gasped and pushed away from him.  "What did you
just say?"
  Benjamin grinned lasciviously.  "Does it juice you up a
little?"
  What was her father-in-law doing?  He had always been
a perfect gentleman, although she had seen him leer at her
before.  Now he was brazenly talking to her as if she was a
common whore.  The fact that she did feel some moistness in
her pussy was irrelevant.  She glared back at him in silence.
  Benjamin stepped towards her.  He tried a new approach. 
"Does Daniel make you do things in bed that you would rather
not do?"
  She shook her head.  "No... Daniel is a wonderful
husband."
  "He has asked you to do things though, hasn't he?"
  She shrugged.  What was this all about?  What had Daniel
told his father?  "I suppose every new lover introduces
something new.  But a husband and wife should share
everything."
  "He wants you to lick his asshole doesn't he?"
  She felt ice surge through her viens.  Ashen-faced she
glared at him.  What he said was true, but what gave him the
right to ask?  She almost said as much.
  "Doesn't he?"
  She nodded, unable to do anything else.
  "Do you want to lick Danny's asshole, Debbie?"
  She looked desperately around, hoping a doorway would
suddenly appear and she could sneak away.  But there was
only one door, and Benjamin was standing in front of it.  Her
father-in-law was asking her about things that she had only
mulled over in the darkest corners of her own mind.  She
never expected to have to speak the thoughts aloud.
  She started to sob.
  Benjamin moved in and wrapped his arms around her. 
Into her ear he whispered, "It's okay, honey.  You don't have
to lick anyone's asshole if you don't want to."
  Although his words were obscene, his sentiments were
supportive, and Debbie responded by hugging him tight.  She
loved this man's son, and by default, she loved this man. 
When she felt his hands roam down across her buttocks, she
did not acknowledge it.  In truth, she allowed herself to enjoy
the caress.
  Benjamin angled his torso away from her, keeping a firm
grasp on her butt.  "You have a great ass, Debbie."
  She blushed and pushed ineffectually at him.  "Stop it,
Dad.  You're embarrassing me."
  "Danny told me how much he loved fucking your ass, but
you don't let him do it anymore.  That's too bad."
  She was shocked again.  How much did Danny talk to his
father about their supposedly private lives?  She had let Daniel
experiment with a little anal sex at the beginning of their
marriage, but she had felt too slutty doing it.  But why had
Daniel told his father so much?  "What are you talking
about?"
  Benjamin sensed her disapproval diminishing.  "Your
asshole, Debbie.  That tight dirty little hole back here."  He
moved one of his hands into the crack of her butt to
demonstrate.
  She was astounded.  "God!  Does Danny really talk to
you like that?"  Suddenly she felt weak, but retained enough
strength to register the pressure in her loins.  She could hardly
tell what was her father-in-law's erection and what was
tension from her own body.  But the man definitely had a
hard-on.
  "Yeah," Benjamin smiled.  "I remember when he first
met you, he told me that you were so gorgeous that he
couldn't picture you taking a shit."
  "He said that?"  Now Debbie was starting to understand
her husband's fascination with her asshole and her toilet
functions.  She had discouraged him at first, mostly out of a
sense of morality, but then she saw how much it turned him
on.  Now she often let him watch her on the toilet.  But she
still refused to watch him.  Or do any of the other disgusting
things he proposed to her.
  Benjamin started mashing his crotch against hers, pressing
his fleshy pole against the seam of her tight jeans.  She arched
her hips away from him, but did not move her feet.
  "You're being very bad," she scolded him.
  He kissed her on the mouth, trying to jam his tongue
inside.
  She spluttered and pushed her face to the side, still not
pushing him away.  "Dad!  God, you're being terrible."  But
she was afraid to make him angry; he was acting so deranged.
  He smirked and squeezed her ass again.  "Come on,
Debbie.  Let's see what your ass looks like without these
jeans on."
  She shook her head.  "Stop it."  Finally she mustered the
courage and the strength to push him away.
  Benjamin crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow.  "I
guess I'll just have to rely on Danny's descriptions.  That's
such a shame."
  "I think I'll have to tell him what a pervert his father is! 
You're a sick puppy, Benjamin Peel!"
  He laughed it off and escorted her back downstairs.  She
reluctantly took the arm he offered, and tried to forget the
things he had said.

  Later, Debbie pulled her husband into a back hallway and
whispered harshly.  "Your father is an old pervert.  Why did
you tell him that I let you do it in my ass?"
  Daniel smirked.  His father had finally made a move on
Debbie.  He'd been hinting about it ever since their wedding. 
"So Dad was talking to you?"
  She frowned at him.  "Yes!  And he wasn't very nice.  I
think he even had a hard-on."
  Daniel shrugged.  "Come on, Debbie.  How many guys
do you think get hard when you're around?  Probably all of
them.  You're gorgeous."
  She smiled, but quickly went back to being mad.  "But he
was pressing it into me."
  Daniel cupped his wife's face and looked into her eyes. 
"Give the guy a break, Debbie.  He's been horny for you
since he first saw you."
  "So?  What am I supposed to do, let him?"
  "Sure."  He raised his eyebrows.  "What harm could it
do?  Even if you let him fuck you."
  She gasped.  "I couldn't let him fuck me.  He's your
father!"
  "Better him than some strange guy that wants to steal you
away from me."
  She flushed at the thought, but saw some logic in Daniel's
thinking.

  During dinner, Wendy watched Peter and Colette
carefully.  How could they just sit there and chat with the rest
of the family when they were fucking each other?  It was
sickening.
  But Wendy was starting to have flashes of understanding. 
Whenever she saw Peter in his bathing suit or wrapped in a
towel, she had experienced moments of lust.  She had even
fantasized about having sex with her brother.  But Colette had
been bold enough to act.  Maybe the majority of her feelings
were jealousy.
  But she refused to believe that.  Incest was wrong and she
did not want to condone it.

  Anne and Robert lay in bed that night with the blue
flicker from the TV lighting the room.  The sound was turned
way down, but it was a basketball game so they saw the plays
and knew the score.
  They were naked and Robert frequently looked over at his
wife's exposed tits.  He was constantly amazed at their
firmness, considering her age and their large size.  He
reached across and tweaked her left nipple.
  She smiled at him and said, "You better be willing to go
further than that.  Otherwise, don't touch me.  I'm horny
enough as it is."
  He shrugged.  "Suck my cock for a while and we'll see
what happens."
  She slipped down and immediately popped his dick into
her mouth.
  With his wife's head bobbing over his crotch, Robert
cajoled her with lewd suggestions.  "That's fabulous.  I think
I'll just cum in your mouth."
  She stopped sucking.  "Don't you dare.  I want this cock
in my pussy... soon."
  "Flip around.  Let me lick your cunt while you do that."
  She slowly maneuvered, pivoting around her cock-filled
mouth.  He tossed on knee to the other side of his head and
was treated to the close-up view of her blossoming labia.  He
took a few strokes with his tongue, tasting the muskiness in
her crevice.  She started to flow immediately, juicing up with
fresh pussy emissions.
  She moved her hips almost imperceptibly.  Anne loved
when her husband performed orally on her.  There was
nothing like a hot probing tongue at work.  But she was still
anxious to feel his big cock thrusting into her.  She stopped
sucking long enough to admire its veiny greatness.  A
glistening droplet oozed out of the crown, which was already
slick with her saliva.
  As she was admiring his cock, she felt her husband lubing
up her asshole, and she steadied herself for his finger.  She
enjoyed the feeling of his finger back there, but it was always
a bit of a shock at first.
  "Are you going to stick your finger up my ass?" she
asked rhetorically.
  "Pretend it's a cock."  He slid his forefinger into her
rectum, massaging and stroking as he went.
  "Mmmm," she moaned, engulfing Robert's shaft once
again.
  Robert found it funny that she would even attempt to
imagine that his relatively small finger was a cock.  Then he
remembered the photos in one of his porno books.  "Pretend
it's a dog's cock.  Just like that German Shepherd in my
magazine."
  Anne groaned.  Her mind was flooded with images of a
big canine mounting her from behind.  The flaming prick
dancing urgently near her pussy, but sliding easily into her
anus instead.  In her thoughts she was getting wildly reamed
by a slobbering hound.  It made her vorasciously horny.
  They stayed in the sixty-nine position for a while, but
Anne finally clambered up the bed.  Holding on to the
headboard, she looked over her shoulder at Robert.  "Fuck me
up the ass."
  It wasn't often that Anne got so horny that she asked him
to take her anally.  He usually begged her for the privilege. 
Her shapely legs made an inverted V that pointed directly to
her pair of holes.  He deftly positioned his cock at the upper
opening.
  "Knock, knock," he joked.
  "Mmm," she purred, "is there someone at my back door? 
Someone big, mean, nasty... and dripping?"
  "Open up bitch."
  She grinned at him and spread her asscheeks with her
hands, leaning against the wall above their bed.
  He slid forward slowly, relishing the tension her anus
provided until it popped around the head of his cock.  Then
the shaft slid easily in to the hilt.  Anne gritted her teeth,
waiting for her shithole to adjust to the friendly intruder.

  Peter's room had space for a cot, so Anne had assigned
Albert to sleep there.  In past years, Peter complained loudly
about having to abide a snotty kid three years younger than
him.  This year, he took the circumstances in stride.
  With six bedrooms and an office, the eleven people
couldn't each have a room of their own.  Of course, Daniel
and Debbie, and Benjamin and Angela got their own rooms,
and Caroline had the office to herself.  But Nina stayed with
Diana; Wendy was ousted from her room and stayed with
Colette; Corrine and Tony stayed in Wendy's room.
  So Peter was hosting Albert.  The fifteen year-old was
even more sullen than Peter remembered.  The kid had
obviously taken his father's death pretty badly.
  "You've got a VCR in your room?"  Albert seemed
amazed.
  "Yeah.  I do projects with it.  You know, video
production and stuff."
  Albert scanned the rack of videotapes that Peter had on
his shelf.  "Got any real movies?"
  A little disappointed that Albert wasn't more interested in
video creation, Peter sighed.  "Yeah.  I've got some stuff I
taped off satellite."
  "Like what?"
  Truthfully, Peter only had a few general release movies. 
They were all beefcake macho adventures with lots of sex and
violence in them.  Then some of his collection was taped off
the Exxxtasy channel.  But most of his tapes were either
homemade or imported pornography.  "Nothing great."
  Albert shrugged.
  "Unless you want to watch a porno." Peter quietly asked.
  For the first time, Albert brightened.  "Sure."  He rarely
got a chance to watch sex movies; one of his friends' father
had one that they could only watch when the parents weren't
home.
  Peter unlocked the drawer under his bed and pulled out
Creamy Milkfarm Sisters.  In addition to a reasonable plot and
pretty good acting, this movie showed everything.  It had
lesbians, incest, group sex, lactating women, bestiality, golden
showers, and all-male sex.  Peter was wondering if Albert
would be completely shocked.
  Peter started the movie and watched Albert become
completely absorbed by the appalling scenes on the television. 
The kid was pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch.  He
was obviously turned on.
  One of the early scenes was a morning interior shot of the
farmer lecturing his family about hard work.  His wife, three
daughters, and two sons listened intently.  But cut-away shots
revealed that one of the daughters was having her pussy licked
under the table by the family dog.
  "I can't believe she's letting the dog do that!" Albert
exclaimed.
  Peter shrugged and sat beside him on the bed.  "But
you're getting a fucking hard-on anyway, right?"
  Albert nodded.  "Yeah, but that's so weird."  He pressed
his palm across the lump in his pants.
  "Move your hands," Peter told Albert, batting the kid's
hands away from his crotch.  "You're getting a huge one! 
Holy shit!"
  Albert looked away from the TV for the first time and
frowned in embarrassment.  "What do you expect?  It's a
porno.  You probably have a hard-on too."
  Peter nodded.  "Yep.  But I've seen this one before so it's
no big deal."
  "How big is your cock when it's really hard?" Albert
asked, frowning at the lump in Peter's jeans.
  "Bigger than this.  Trust me."  He looked back at the
video, sure that he had piqued the younger boy's interest.
  The current scene showed the farmer fucking his wife
between the tits while one daughter masturbated behind their
bedroom door.  Two brothers catch the diddling girl and then
take turns fucking her.  Eventually they share their sister, one
in her ass and one in her cunt.
  Peter noticed that Albert was becoming fidgety.  He
cautioned, "Don't cum in your pants, okay Albert?"
  Forcing himself to sit still, Albert smiled at Peter. 
"Sorry.  I just can't believe how slutty this girl is.  She's
gorgeous too."
  "Yeah.  She's fucking beautiful.  Look at those titties. 
And have you ever seen such a tight, wet cunt?"
  Albert thought for a moment about little Corrine's tiny
pussy, but decided it didn't count.  "No, it's awesome."
  Now Peter decided to go out on the limb.  "And look at
the cocks on those guys.  They're sure hung, eh?"
  "Yeah.  I guess if you had a cock like that you'd get
chicks no problem," Albert said wistfully.
  "From what I can tell, you have a pretty mean piece of
meat yourself, Albert."
  Albert looked at Peter and shrugged.  "I guess.  But not
like that."
  "Come on," Peter motioned, "let's see it.  Whip it out
and we can compare it to the guys on the video."
  Feeling awkward, but anxious to show that his cock really
was quite impressive, Albert stood up and unbuckled his belt. 
"You have to show yours too," he said at the last minute
before taking off his pants.
  Nodding, Peter stood up and unzipped his own jeans. 
"That's only fair, but I never try to compare my cock to the
guys in these videos.  I like mine the way it is."
  The boys watched each other expose stiff pricks,
simultaneously.  Albert brought his turgid meat up to the TV. 
He had a sincere look of appraisal on his face.  Peter was
simply absorbing the whole display.
  In the next scene on the video the farmer takes his
youngest son into the barn and teaches him to suck cock.  The
two actors took turns sucking each other, with the farmer
giving the boy tips between each switch.
  Gauging Albert's reaction to the scene, Peter steeled
himself for another test of the boy's sensitivities.  "Hey,
Albert," Peter nodded at the screen, "have you ever sucked
another guy like that?"
  "Jeez, no!"  Albert looked mystified, but not as shocked
as Peter had expected.
  "But you've tasted your own cum, haven't you?"
  Albert shook his head.  He was crossing his palms over
his genitals, doing his best to shield them from Peter's gaze. 
The erect state of the boy's cock made complete concealment
impossible, and he was frustrated that this strange situation
was keeping him hard.
  Peter, on the other hand, was lewdly stroking his dick and
tugging at his balls while he smiled at his cousin.

  Anne was lying on her stomach, facing the headboard,
and Robert was on his back watching TV.
  "God, Robert, I get such a glow after you fuck my ass." 
She reached back to dab at more of the sticky wetness oozing
out of her butthole.
  He just glanced over to watch her do that and smiled. 
Then his gaze returned to the TV where a late-night CNN
anchor was updating him on the latest economic indicators.
  Anne smirked at her husband's lukewarm response.  "But
I suppose you'd rather be pumping Diana's little virgin
asshole, wouldn't you?"
  Her shocking words had their intended effect: Robert
whipped his head up to look at her.  "What?"
  She winked at him.  "You sure seemed interested when
you were spanking her on our vacation."
  He shrugged, knowing his wife always knew what he was
thinking anyway.  "Yeah.  If she wasn't my daughter I'd fuck
her in a minute."
  "You dirty old man!  You like them young don't you?"
  He grinned at her and kissed her on the lips.

  Peter finally got Albert to agree that one guy sucking
another guy's cock was not such a disgusting thing.
  "I know a guy can do it as good asþsometimes better
thanþa girl," Peter explained, standing there with his erection
pulsing in front of him.  He moved a bit closer to his cousin.
  Albert, whose gaze had dropped to the floor, shrugged. 
He was confused about why his own cock was not getting
limp.  He wasn't a fag.  Why was this situation such a turn-on
for him?  Maybe it was simply that he was so horny with
unrequited lust after his encounter with Corinne.
  "I'll suck your cock if you suck mine," Peter ultimately
offered.
  Albert looked up at Peter, trying to gauge his sincerity. 
When he sensed that Peter was not bullshitting for a laugh, he
nodded slowly and dropped his hands away from his crotch.
  Peter grinned and hooted briefly with victory.  "You
won't regret it, buddy."  He sunk to his knees in front of
Albert and looked the boy's cock and balls over.  "You've got
some great nuts here, Albert.  I bet they're jam-poacked with
cum, eh?"
  Albert felt his knees withering.  He nodded and croaked
a feeble, "Yep."  He wished his cousin would just get on with
the blowjob and stop talking.

  In the morning, Colette got up and went straight
downstairs in the tank top and panties she had worn to bed. 
The spaghetti straps of the thin cotton top strained from her
shoulders to their anchoring point without touching Colette's
skin.  That was how much her firm tits pushed at the fabric.
  Her father was in the kitchen in his thick robe, making
two cups of coffee.
  "Who's the other cup for Dad?" she asked as she breezed
up behind him.
  "Your mother.  She's still in bed."  He glanced at his
daughter's skimpy attire and smiled.
  "Well, Wendy and I decided to make a big breakfast for
everyone.  How does that sound?"
  "Great."  He poured freshly brewed coffee into the cups. 
"Are you going to put some clothes on?"
  Colette stopped puttering around the kitchen and grinned
at her father.  "I suppose I could.  Does it bother you?"
  He laughed.  "Not a bit, but your Grampa might have a
coronary if he sees you dressed like that.  And I'm not sure
Uncle Daniel would do much better."
  Colette raised one eyebrow.  "I'm not sure about Uncle
Dan, but I know Grampa appreciates seeing us dress this way. 
Just last night he was checking out Diana's chest and asking
her if she was wearing a bra."
  Robert leaned against the counter, not caring that the
coffee might be getting cold.  He was intrigued to hear that
Benjamin might be finally acting on the urges they had
discussed in Robert's office.  "And was she?"
  Colette giggled.  "No, but that's not the point.  Grampa
was looking close enough to notice."
  Shrugging, Robert said, "She's getting to be quite a
woman isn't she?"
  "Yep.  Say, have you given her the `cunt' speech yet?"
  Robert smiled.  "Just the other day."
  "You're such a dirty old man, Dad!  Diana was probably
traumatized.  You didn't talk to me about that until I was
sixteen."  She pushed him back against the counter, poking an
accusatory finger into his chest.
  His left eyebrow rose with disregard, but the corner of his
mouth curled up with a hint of mischief.
  She smiled at his charm and ignored the brief glance
across her bustline.  She knew that even her own father was
likely to react to her in such a scanty outfit.  She hugged him
and said, "But don't worry Dad, I turned out alright, and I'm
sure Diana will too."
  He pushed her away and roamed his eyes down her body
again.  "I'd say you're more than alright, Colette."
  She blushed and swatted him gently.  "Stop it Daddy!" 
She wanted to tell him that he was making her wet, but she
willed herself not to step over the line with her father as she
had with her brother.
  "And... well... Diana looks like she's following your
path.  She's getting quite a hot little shape on her."
  Colette had to nod agreement, but she she tried to change
the subject.  "Hey, did you know that Tim Hawasha of the
Sumitomo Corporation is coming to see our marketing
operation on Tuesday?"
  Turning to pick up the coffee mugs, Robert sighed. 
"Yep, they trampled all over our takeover attempt two years
ago, and now they're flying high.  Those fuckers..."  But he
sniffed and smiled, knowing that Colette was much more
interested in sharing marketing ideas than learning about the
fine art of hostile takeovers.
  She kissed his cheek and patted him on the butt as he left
to deliver the coffee to his wife.

  An hour later, Robert rapped lightly on his office door
and opened it.  Caroline was still asleep on the foldout couch. 
He went in, closing the door behind him.
  He shook her shoulder and she stirred.  Finally her eyes
opened and she smiled at him.  "Mmmm, is this my wake up
call?"
  He inched down her comforter and exposed the top of her
green satin teddy.  The material was sheer across her bustline,
subtly revealing her big, dark nipples.
  She appreciated his reaction.  "Do you like?" she cooed.
  Without answering, he cupped her closest breast in his
palm and lifted it slightly.  Her tits were a little smaller than
Anne's, but just as firm.  The sisters certainly shared a great
many traits.
  "Can we fuck again before breakfast?" she asked eagerly.
  He grinned.  "I don't think so.  Not that I wouldn't love
to... I just feel a little wiped from yesterday."
  She reached one hand behind his neck and pulled his face
to hers.  "You were fantastic."  She kissed him deeply, and
their tongues swirled around each other.
  When they broke the kiss, Robert said softly, "I'm glad
you let me fuck you.  I think you needed it."
  She nodded.  "It made me feel so good.  My panties were
soaking through dinner last night.  I think some of your cum
was still oozing out."
  "I bet that made you feel like a bit of a slut."
  She grinned.  "Yeah, but I doubt I'll worry about feeling
like a slut anymore.  It feels too good.  I just hope Anne will
understand if she ever finds out."
  He kissed her again and rose to leave.  "I guess we'll just
have to see."  He paused and, just before he went through the
door, asked, "Say, does Nina have hair on her pussy yet?"
  Caught off guard by the question, Caroline stammered a
little before she said, "Yes."
  He nodded and left.  His sister-in-law was somewhat
perplexed by his question, but she was certain he had not
asked it innocently.  And she wondered just what his
intentions were for her young daughter.  Despite her
misgivings about it, she suddenly felt a tingling in her cunt
that wouldn't go away.

  Benjamin squinted awake just before noon.  Angela was
still fast asleep beside him.  He felt like he had been drugged,
but he realized that it was just a hangover.  One sign of
getting older was his lower tolerance for alcohol.
  But he looked down at his piss hard-on and was happy
that some things never changed.  It subsided slightly as he
hauled himself out of bed, but the pressure in his bladder
remained.
  He wrapped a robe around himself and went down the
hall to the bathroom.  Anne was cleaning the sinks and
counter.  "Good morning Dad!"  Then she looked sarcastically
at her watch and shook her head.
  "Hey, it's still before noon."
  "By about two minutes!" she laughed.
  He looked at her vigorously scrubbing the sinks, her large
tits swinging rapidly back and forth.  She was wearing a
button-up sweatshirt and a pair of cutoff jeans.  For a woman
approaching forty, she was incredibly slim and fit.
  "I don't suppose you could leave that work for later," he
suggested. "I'd love to have some privacy."
  "Sure, Dad."  She rinsed out the remaining suds and took
a quick swipe across the counters.  "But don't make as much
of a mess as the kids did.  Nicola only comes in once a
week."
  "I think it'll be okay."  He dropped his robe before she
actually left, thrilling to the idea of letting his oldest daughter
see him naked.  He took note of the way her eyes naturally
dropped down to his slightly bloated prick and back up.
  They smiled at each other, but Anne looked a little
confused by her father's uncharacteristic exhibitionism.

  Daniel and Debbie came through the front door, puffing
a little from their five mile run.  They were both shiny with
perspiration, but otherwise, in their matching jogging suits,
they resembled models from a sports catalogue.
  Anne came down the stairs into the front foyer and
commented on the spectacle they provided.  "Well, aren't you
two the peak of fitness!"  She huffed off the last step and
stood in front of them.
  Debbie giggled and said, "Well, we try to keep in shape."
  "I think she's talking about the suits," Daniel sighed.
  Anne smirked and nodded.  "I must say, you both look
like you're in great shape."
  "Thanks," Debbie said.  "Say do you feel like joining us
in the sauna?"
  "Are you trying to embarrass me?  I just told you how
great you look and now you want me to show you how out of
shape I am?"  Anne eyed the beautiful redhead skeptically.
  Debbie held up her palms.  "No, please don't be like that. 
It's silly.  You have a wonderufl body, and I just thought it
would be relaxing.  Come on, Anne.  Your brother won't
mind, will you Daniel?"
  Daniel shrugged.  "Sure."  He was actually looking over
his older sister's body and realizing he hadn't seen her naked
in years.  "I think it would be fun."
  Anne reluctantly agreed and followed the couple
downstairs.
  In the sauna's adjoining changeroom, stripping out of
their clothes was quite a production.  Anne was slow to start. 
She was confounded by her self-consciousness about her body,
and the fact that Daniel was watching her more closely than
she had expected.
  Debbie was naked in a flash.  She went into the sauna to
make sure the rocks were hot enough.
  When the door to the sauna shut, Daniel huffed at his
sister.  "What's your problem, sis?  Take off your clothes!"
  Anne straightened up.  "I notice you haven't taken all
yours off yet."
  He sneered at her and arrogantly pulled off the rest of the
jogging suit.  "There.  Now it's your turn."
  Smiling at the thick tube of her brother's cock, Anne
whispered, "Wow, you sure have a nice body, Daniel.  I'm
impressed."  She also realized this was the third cock she had
seen today: her husband, father, and now her brother had all
shown their meat off.
  He stepped closer to her and reached up to start
unbuttoning her sweattop.  "Don't be silly, sis.  You've seen
me naked plenty of times."
  She batted his hands away and finished undressing by
herself.  Although was she still conscious that her body was
not as perfect as Debbie's, her brother had somehow made her
feel at ease.
  Debbie was leaning comfortably against the sauna's wall
on the upper tier when they went in.  Her legs were parted in
what wasþfor Debbieþa very unladylike manner.  Anne
noticed how the woman's labia was perfectly even on either
side of her cunt hole.  Debbie must have had an easy delivery
when Corinne was born.  After three rounds of labour,
Anne's own pussy was not what it once was.
  Anne sat on the lower tier, and ended up between Debbie
and Daniel.  She immdiately realized what a mistake that had
been, when the young couple started kissing over her head. 
Anne looked up and noticed Daniel's sinewy stomach
stretched above her, his hands reaching to massage Debbie's
jaunty boobs.  She saw her brother's cock out of the corner of
her eye, and perceived it to be inching closer to her face.  She
realized it was just lengthening slightly.
  "Hey," she called, "does anyone remember Anne?  The
one you dragged down here.  Did you just want an audience?"
  They broke the kiss.  Debbie looked embarrassed, but
Daniel laughed.  "Come on, sis, give us a break.  We're
young and in love."  Then he added, "Unless you think it
should be audience participation day?"
  Debbie giggled.  "Daniel, don't be such a pervert!"
  Anne shook her head in exasperation, assuming that
Daniel was just teasing her.  She leaned back against the
upper tier, closed her eyesþand immediately felt Daniel's
hand cruising down across her right breast from above.
  She stiffened but didn't stop him.  Then she opened her
eyes to find out why Debbie hadn't reacted.  The auburne
beauty was relaxing with her eyes closed against the wall of
the sauna, and Daniel was watching his wife closely while he
groped his sister.
  Anne's mouth was smiling, but her eyes were frowning
at her brother.  It was a look of questioning confusion about
what he was trying to do.  He just grinned back and gave her
tit an extra hard squeeze.  Then he broke his grasp and leaned
back against the wall as if nothing had happened.
  Although her loins fluttered slightly from excitement,
Anne did her best to pretend nothing had happened either.

  Colette was in her bikini, savouring one of the last warm
Saturdays of the summer while she cleaned out the pool.  She
tried not to think about having to start classes again on
Tuesday.  Third-year commerce at Ridgemont was notoriously
tough, and, while she knew she was up to the task, she
worried about how little time it would leave for her social life.
  When she saw Peter come out of the house, she realized
that her schoolwork wasn't the only thing that would cut into
her time with friends.  But she knew that she didn't regret
starting the sexual relationship with Peter.  It just changed
things a little.
  Peter flashed her a smile and looked back at the house. 
Apparently others were coming to join him.  It was Diana and
Albert.  Diana handed Peter his video camera and whispered
something to him.
  The three of them flopped on the randomly placed lawn
chairs and watched Colette finish skimming the pool.
  Colette saw Peter looking into the viewfinder of the
camera, but knew he was watching a previously recorded item
because the lenscap was still on.
  "Yeah, Diana, it is that tape," he said.
  Diana jumped up in a panic and tried to snatch the camera
away.  Albert and Colette each seemed as confused as the
other.
  Peter deftly jumped away from Diana and ran around the
pool with her in chase, breasts bouncing saucily under her thin
cotton tanktop.
  "Let me see that tape," Colette said authoritatively.
  The chase stopped and Diana slumped in defeat, realizing
that she had made too big a deal out of it.  Now her big sister
was going to see the slutty music video she had made with
Cleopatra.
  "It's better with the music," Peter explained as he handed
Colette the camera.
  She squinted into the viewfinder and saw a little
black-and-white image of Diana's contorting face.  It wasn't
long before Colette saw that Diana was pretending to suck a
cock.  And she was squeezing and rubbing her own tits.  At
one point she even pressed her hand provocatively into her
crotch.
  "You filmed this, Peter?" she gasped.
  "Yeah," he nodded.  "She was really revved up, huh sis?"
  Albert watched all of this in confusion, but he was
beginning to get the idea.
  Colette went over to where Diana was sitting on the edge
of a lawn chair, facing away.
  "Diana, you look great in this video," Colette said.
  Surprised, Diana turned around and smiled tentatively at
her big sister.  "Really?"
  "Yeah.  It's very sexy."  She paused and looked up at
Peter, who was standing over them.  "I was just wondering
whose cock you were thinking of sucking."
  Peter's eyebrows went up.  Colette had asked the perfect
question, something Peter had wondered about but decided not
to push.
  Diana sort of smirked.  She didn't want to tell them that
it was Timmy and Roger at once.  One putting his cock in her
mouth as soon as the other took his out.  The fantasy had
swept her away, so that the performance on video was hardly
an act.
  "Come on, Diana, whose cock were you thinking of? 
Was it Peter's?"
  Peter sat down next to Colette, pushing her over to make
room on the lawn chair.  He wanted to see Diana's reaction.
  Diana's face registered only confusion.  "You mean,
him?"  She pointed at Peter.
  "Well," Colette defended the suggested, "he was the one
filming you, and he was the only guy in the room.  So what
that he's your brother."
  Albert had inched closer and was listening intently to the
three siblings.  His own thoughts turned to Peter's naked prick
and what it had tasted like last night.
  Diana was still thinking about Colette's suggestion, and
she smiled nervously at Peter.  She had fantasized about
having Peter's cock in her mouth, but felt so guilty that she
usually forced herself to convert her brother's face into one of
the boys at school.
  "There's nothing wrong with thinking about your brother
like that," Colette reassured her.
  "Yeah," Peter said, "I mean I think about you that way
sometimes.  Jeez, ever since you told me you had sucked a
guy's cock..."
  "Peter!" Diana shrieked.  "You promised not to tell!"
  Colette was giggling.  "Oh come on, Diana.  Every
woman has done that.  At least every woman I know."
  Diana started to relax, but then she noticed Albert staring
at her intently.  "Albert, don't you tell anyone about this."
  Albert didn't seem to react, so Peter jumped in with one
of his typical remarks: "You may have to suck him off to buy
his silence."
  Colette burst out laughing and hugged Peter.  "You're
hilarious Peter."
  But Albert looked very interested in the idea.
  Diana smiled at him.  "You'd like that wouldn't you
Albert?"  She shook her head in disbelief.  Her family was so
perverted.
  Peter spoke up without thinking.  "He loves it."  He
immediately blushed and Albert shot him a frightful look.
  "What's this?" Colette asked.  "Have you two naughty
little boys been playing with each other?"
  Albert said, "No!"  But he sounded far too defensive, and
Peter realized the jig was up.
  "It's okay, Albert," Peter said, "we can tell them.  They
aren't going to hate us or anything."
  Colette had not actually expected Peter to admit that he
had been fooling around with their male cousin.  For an
instant she was disgusted, then jealous, then turned-on. 
Diana, on the other hand, was simply shocked.  She sat in
silence, looking back and forth between her cousin and her
brother.
  "Peter sucked Albert's cock?" Colette mused, not really
asking anyone in particular.  Albert winced, but Peter
grinned.  "Did he cum?" she asked Peter.
  Her brother nodded.
  Diana realized this was exactly the same line of
questioning that Peter had used on her.  So she asked the next
question, "Did you swallow it?"
  Peter nodded at her.  "Yep.  I didn't want to let any get
on my carpet."
  Colette put her hand on Albert's bare knee.  He looked
down at it with discomfort.  "And did you suck Peter?" she
asked softly.
  Albert glanced at Peter for guidance, but realized he was
the only one who was worried about revealing the facts.  He
shrugged and admitted it.  "Yeah."
  "Far out!" Colette said, incredulous.  "I think all this talk
is making me wet."  She squirmed on the lawn chair.
  Peter stood up with his video camera.  "Enough talk then. 
Let's make a movie.  Colette, would you be my star?"
  She blushed.  "What do you mean, Peter?"
  "I want to make a movie.  A really hot movie with a
beautiful woman who turns out to be a real slut.  I think you
could play that part."  He started taping her as she sat there
in her bikini, looking slightly embarrassed.
  Diana moved over and sat beside Colette.  "Can I be in
the movie too?"  She blew a kiss to the camera.  "I can be
slutty too you know."
  "Let's move this into the cabana," Peter directed, pointing
with his non-camera hand.
  The cabana was a small structure at the corner of the
yard.  It was designed for guests to change and relieve
themselves.  It had no windows and was a single long room,
a washroom, and a storage room for pool supplies.  The main
room was furnished with a long wide bench and two chairs.
  Peter made sure the white balance was right for the
incandescent lighting inside, and then swept the camera around
the room.  Colette pressed play on a small tape player in the
corner.
  Albert and Diana looked nervously at the lens as it passed
over them, but Colette winked mischievously and darted her
tongue over her lips.  He kept the camera on her and watched
through the viewfinder as she moved around to the beat of the
tinny music.
  "Okay," Peter instructed, "we'll start out slow.  Albert,
would you like to see my sister's big tits?  She loves showing
them off."
  Colette giggled and reached behind to undo her bikini top. 
She watched Albert carefully for his reaction.  Peter moved
around so he could get Albert into the frame.
  When Colette finally pulled the string bikini away,
Albert's eyebrows went up and he gulped.  It was a perfect
scene.
  Peter suddenly stopped taping and dropped the camera to
his side.
  The others looked puzzled.  Colette asked, "What are you
stopping for?"
  Peter shrugged.  "I don't want to get too far into this on
our first time.  Besides, Albert and I don't have much... you
know... jizz left after last night."
  Colette frowned, but she decided to let Peter have his way
and collected her bikini top from the floor.

  Benjamin and Robert were arguing in the office about
capital expenditures for the following fiscal year.  Benjamin
said they needed to upgrade the stores again, and Robert was
certain they needed new computer equipment.
  Angela waltzed into the room in the middle of this and
asked Benjamin for the keys to their car.
  Benjamin and Robert glared at her.
  "I suppose you need to leave right now!"  Benjamin
shouted.  "Couldn't it wait a few minute until Robert and I are
finished?"
  She sneered at her husband and put her fists on her hips. 
"Well you don't have to take my fucking head off.  I just
wanted to go for a drive."
  Robert sized up Angela's outfit.  She was wearing a dark
green satin jacket and black wide-leg pants.  The jacket was
buttoned just below her cleavage and she had nothing but a
bra on under it.  Her cleavage was as exaggerated as ever. 
She hardly looked like she was going out for a casual drive.
  Robert put his arm around Benjamin's shoulder to show
Angela they were united on this issue.  "I think your wife is
dressed up a bit too much for a drive."
  Benjamin warmed to Robert's touch and wondered if the
younger man had meant anything more than comraderie with
his casual embrace.  "You're right, Robert."  He frowned at
Angela and gestured towards her chest.  "What's with the
come-fuck-me look?"
  She glared back at her husband and briefly glanced at
Robert.
  "Tell her to take off that shit before you give her the
keys," Robert suggested.  But as had happened many times in
the past, Benjamin felt that his son-in-law was giving him a
command.  He resented it only a little, and as usual, felt
happy to play the underling in their relationship.
  "Robert's right, you little bitch.  Put on something a little
more casual and then you can go out."
  Angela was steaming mad.  "Stop treating me like a
fucking child.  I can wear whatever I want and go wherever
I want.  You and you little buddies can't do anything to stop
me."  She hadn't really raised her voice, but her face had
reddened and her breathing deepened.
  Robert whispered into Benjamin's ear: "That little
outburst would be worth a spanking in my family."
  Benjamin grinned at Robert.
  That was the only signal Robert needed.  He grabbed
Angela and yanked her arms behind her.  She kicked out but
could not break the grasp.
  Benjamin avoided his wife's kicks and clamped his hands
over her cheeks.  "Listen, you cunt.  You're not going to
continue to run roughshod over me and this family.  You're
a little too high-and-mighty for all of us and it stops today...
right now."
  Angela stopped struggling and blinked disbelievingly at
Benjamin.
  The men quickly undressed the deflated woman before she
even knew what was going to happen.  Benjamin ripped her
jacket open and pulled her pants down.  Robert pulled off the
jacket and her bra.  It was perfectly choreographed. 
Completely naked except for her panties and a pair of pumps,
she was roughly thrown over Benjamin's knee and held there
by Robert.
  "You can't do this," she muttered in a small voice.  But
the truth was she felt beaten... and was starting to feel a little
aroused by the situation.
  Benjamin tugged off his wife's panties, exposing her ass
and pussy to his son-in-law's view.  She clenched her legs
together, but Robert pried them apart to regain his view.  The
bitch did have a very nice body, Robert mused, even though
her personality had made him overlook it before.
  Grinning with pride and glee at Robert's reaction to his
wife, Benjamin started whacking her ass with his open palm. 
She squeaked, but squeezed her lips together to prevent
herself from crying out.  "Does that hurt, Angela?" he asked.
  "Fuck off, you bastard," she told her husband.
  Robert gave up trying to hold her legs apart and moved
to kneel and look her in the eye.  "When was the last time
you were nice to someone in this family?"
  She looked at him, tears forming at the corners of her
eyes.  "I'm nice to Anne all the time.  It's just the men who
treat me like shit."  Her answer was broken up by Benjamin's
smacks to her butt and her attendant jaw-tightening.
  "Robert, give her something to suck on," Benjamin said. 
He wanted to encourage Robert to try out his wife, but he also
wanted to see his son-in-law's prick in action.  Benjamin was
trying hard not to imagine sucking on it himself.
  Angela wrenched her head around to glare at her husband
and keep her mouth away from Robert.
  Robert ignored Angela and smiled broadly at Benjamin. 
He had always known the old man was very liberal, but he
never expected to be encouraged to share the sexual favours
of the man's wife.
  "Come on, Angela," Benjamin said sternly, "It's not like
you haven't had about fifty different cocks in your mouth in
the last month."
  A smile crept onto her face, but she quickly erased it. 
"You bastard."  Then she turned back to Robert and looked
up at him.  "Go ahead, you fucking creep."  She dropped her
eyes to his crotch and opened her mouth lazily.
  Robert slowly unzipped his fly and fished in to get his
stiffening dick out.  He was still watching Benjamin for any
sign of shock or disagreement.  After all, he might have made
the suggestion without thinking.  But Robert was happy to see
that Benjamin actually looked eager for the appearance of his
cock.
  When the purple head of Robert's prick came into view,
Angela involuntarily gasped.  Benjamin responded to that with
an extra-hard swat to her ass.  Robert just smiled and pressed
his crotch close to the woman's face.
  She could smell the muskiness of his genital area.  The
shaft thickened and hardened as it came closer to her mouth. 
She almost went cross-eyed trying to follow its progress. 
Then she felt the heat near her slackened lips, which she made
into an taut `O'.  The head forced her to open up wider and
she savoured the feeling of his shaft running across her lips. 
She thought for a moment about biting down hard and causing
him pain, but then decided it would do her more harm than
him.  Besides, she had wanted to suck his cock for a long
time.
  Benjamin watched with fascination as Robert's veiny
shank disappeared into Angela's mouth.  She was quite an
expert cocksucker, and it seemed that she was going to be
able to swallow all of it in one thrust.
  For Robert, the sweet feeling of slipping his cock into a
woman's mouth while her husband watched was incredible. 
He also couldn't deny that as each inch of his cock was
engulfed, the physical feeling got better and better.
  His crescendoed to an orgasm very quickly, and Angela
enthusiastically swallowed every globule.  But then Robert felt
slightlky embarrassed at sharing a man's wife, so he left
without saying a word.
  Benjamin smiled as he looked down at his vanquished
wife.  He would be the boss around his own house, even if
Robert consistently had the upper hand in the extended family.

  On Tuesday the day dawned cloudy and cold, a bad
beginning to fall.  Anne and Robert were up before any of the
kids.  They were sitting at the kitchen table in their robes,
sipping coffee and musing over the visit from Anne's family.
  "Isn't Caroline doing well since Bumpkin's death!"  She
had taken to calling her brother-in-law Bumpkin soon after
she'd met him.  In fact, Anne had been the first to sleep with
the man and she had introduced him to Caroline.
  "Yeah, she's just fine.  But its been four years so I'd
expect her to get on with her life."  He sipped his coffee and
looked over the rim of his cup at Anne.
  "She's had a tough time giving herself to a new man."
  "I bet that pussy of hers needs a real workout," he
mused.
  His wife smiled.  "And I bet you think you're just the
man to provide it."
  He smirked.  "It just so happens I gave her a little warm-
up in the office on Friday."
  Anne's eyebrows went up.  "You're kidding, right?"
  He held up his palms.  "Nope."
  She frowned, but then asked incredulously, "Really?  My
sister let you fuck her?"
  He nodded.  "You two are built a lot alike, but you sure
got all the heat when they were handing out fire."
  She wagged a finger at him.  "Robert, give her a break,
she's been out of action for almost four years."  She found it
strange defending her sister's sexual performance with her
husband.
  "Yeah I guess."  He sipped another bit of coffee.  "Nice
tight pussy though.  She's a real charmer."
  Anne got up and stood beside Robert.  She flipped open
her robe and put one leg up on the table.  Her own cunt was
splayed lewdly open for him to inspect.  "How did hers
compare to this one, Robert?"
  He stroked two fingers over his wife's labia.  "Like I
said, you're built a lot like each other.  I think I like yours a
bit better because I'm used to it."
  She wasn't sure that was a good thing, but his sentiment
was pleasurable.  Not to mention the strumming of his
fingers.
  They heard one of the kids coming, so they rearranged
themselves and went back to their sedate breakfast chatter.

  Robert excused himself and left Peter and Anne in the
kitchen.
  He went upstairs to shower and get ready for the
workday.
  Wendy's door was ajar and her looked in on her.  She
was lying on her bed, reading a magazine.  She was facing
away from the door and was wearing only a pair of thin
cotton panties.  He took the opportunity to ogle his middle
daughter for a moment.
  She kicked up one leg and swung it briefly in the air. 
Her body was sinewy, tanned and sexy all over.  His cock
twitched and he reminded himself that he was looking at his
seventeen year-old daughter.
  "Aren't you going to get ready for school?" he asked
softly.
  She still jumped a little and turned to the doorway.  Her
supple breasts were raised off the mattress and brought into
view.  "Jeez, Daddy, you scared me."  She sat up and pulled
on a T-shirt.  He watched her silver dollar sized nipples
disappear under the sheath of cotton.
  Wendy grabbed a towel out of the linen closet and
sauntered down to the main bathroom.  Robert watched her
ass move until she shut the door.
  At the next doorþColette'sþhe knocked gently and was
greeted by a cheery, "Come in!"
  He opened the door and was treated to another enticing
sight.  Colette was standing in front of her mirror in her bra
and panties, holding up two different dresses.
  "Oh, hi Daddy.  I thought it would be Peter."  She
contemplated the dresses by holding up one and then the
other.  "What do you think?" she finally asked her father.
  "Neither.  You're going to school, not a goddamn fashion
show."  She usually wore jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers. 
And she always made even the most mundane outfit look
sexy.
  She dropped the dresses on the bed in frustration. 
"You're no fucking help."
  He frowned at her foul language, but didn't comment. 
"Just wear what you normally wear."  Then he left the room
quickly because he started to feel an erection forming.

  Anne was making breakfast for Peter.  She was
scrambling eggs and frying bacon.  Peter sat at the kitchen
table, watching his mother.
  Her body moved effortlessly around the cooking area. 
Peter admired the firmness his mother's body had maintained. 
Under the thin robe he could tell there was quite a body.  As
she mixed the eggs, her ass wiggled gently side to side.  Then
as she opened the fridge, the bright light formed a silhouette
of her legs through the material.  He found himself wondering
what it would be like to fuck his own mother.  After all, he
had done it with his sister long after he had convinced himself
it would never happen.  Maybe there was a way to seduce his
mother.
  "Geez Mom, thanks for going to all this trouble."
  She stopped whisking the eggs and turned to him.  Her
robe was loose around the collar, giving Peter an enticing
view of her impressive cleavage.  "What a silly thing to say,
Peter.  I love to cook for my family."
  He stood up and joined her at the stove, glancing briefly
down the opening in the robe.  "Well, it's just that we don't
seem to tell you how much we appreciate it half the time."
  She noticed her son's furtive glances at her chest and she
felt rather flattered.  In any case, she did not wrap the robe
tighter.  "Well, thank you."  She started to blush at all the
attention.
  "Oh, and Mom," he said softly, "I don't know if Dad
tells you this, but you sure have a great body."
  Now she did wrap the robe tighter, covering her cleavage. 
"I thought I saw you looking at my tits.  You're a naughty
boy, Peter."  But she was smiling.
  It was the first time he had heard her use the word `tits',
and he liked hearing her say it.  
  Anne broke the awkward moment of silence that followed
by saying, "But thanks for saying it, because your father sure
doesn't seem to appreciate it anymore."
  He felt a pang of sympathy for her.  "You guys still do
it though, don't you?"
  She giggled.  "Do it?  As in sex?  Yes, dear, don't worry
about your old folks.  We still do it."  Her mind flashed to the
recent evening when she had begged Robert to fuck her in the
ass.
  Peter grabbed a piece of bacon from the pan and blew on
it to cool it off.  "Do you like to do it?" he asked as casually
as he could.
  She frowned at him.  "Of course, Peter.  I love to do it. 
Why wouldn't I?"
  He shrugged.  "I don't know.  Some chicks don't seem
to like sex at all."
  "Well I'm not one of them."  Still, she felt complimented
to be included with a group known as `chicks'.  It made her
feel young.  She watched her son lick his fingers after eating
the bacon.  It somehow seemed erotic, and she wondered if
that was Peter's intention.
  "Do you... um... give Dad head?"
  She flashed an angry look at him.  "That's enough, Peter. 
You're getting a little too personal.  And..."  She looked
meaningfully at the clock.  "...you're going to be late for
school."
  He sat back down at the table and ate his breakfast in
silence.
  Anne started to feel bad that she had become angry with
Peter for his natural curiosity.  "Peter, sweetheart, I don't
want you to stop talking to me just because I wouldn't answer
your question."
  "Yeah," he moped.  "It wasn't that horrible a question. 
I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything."
  "I know that, darling.  I just don't feel comfortable
talking about those kinds of things with you."  The truth was
it made her too horny.
  "Why not?" he demanded.  "Am I so creepy?"
  She moved to stand beside him and hugged his head
against her belly.  "No.  No.  That's not it.  I just don't think
I should talk about what your father and I do in bed."
  "Well," he pulled away from her embrace, "I still don't
see why you can't tell me whether or not you give him head. 
It's not such a weird thing."
  "Okay," she sighed, sitting down across from him.  "Of
course I give head.  I wouldn't be much of a wife if I didn't."
  Peter smiled and he pictured his father's prick slipping
between his mother's lips.  "And you like doing that too?"
  "Sure," she nodded nonchalantly.
  Peter didn't know what else to ask.  He thought seducing
his mother would be much easier.  She didn't seem the least
bit interested.  Still, he thought, is was nice to hear her talk
like this.
  "Why all this interest in my sex life, Peter?" Anne asked
cautiously.  She suspected he was trying to con her into giving
him permission to move in with a woman or something.
  He just shrugged and got up from the table.  "I'm going
to school.  See you later."
  He kissed her, but he held her head and positioned her
face so that he could kiss her on the lips.  It was strange, but
Anne didn't stop him.

  Colette, Wendy, and Diana flew down the stairs and out
the door without saying a word, and Robert hardly stopped
much longer.  Anne was left alone in the big house.
  She decided to call her brother to see how their trip home
had been.
  "Daniel Peel," he answered in a very businesslike tone.
  "Hi, Daniel, it's your long-lost sister."
  "Yeah, right!  Two days lost.  What's up?"
  Anne heard Daniel clearing his secretary out of his office. 
"Well, not much.  I just wanted to see how your trip home
was."
  "Fine."  He paused and then said quietly, "I wanted to
ask you if I hurt you at all in the sauna?"
  "What?"  The strange episode in the sauna with Debbie
and Daniel flashed back to her.  She imagined she could still
feel her brother's hand on her breast.
  "You know I grabbed your tit kind of hard.  I wanted to
apologize."
  She giggled.  "Daniel!  You know me, I can take a lot of
pain.  Don't worry about it."  She started to think it had
simply been a playful squeeze.  A wave of disappointment
passed over her, and she was confused.  Why did she
subconsciously want her brother to approach her in a sexual
manner?
  "Okay.  You know if Debbie hadn't been there I might
have been even rougher."
  "Well, I like it rough.  What made you decide to grab me
after all these years."
  He huffed.  "I guess the opportunity presented itself. 
You have a great body, sis.  I saw those tits and I couldn't
help myself."
  "Well... you did help yourself, didn't you?"  She giggled
at her own play on words.
  "Yeah," he said, laughing a little himself.  "But you
didn't reciprocate..."
  "What did you want me to do?  Grab your cock?!? 
You're my brother for crying out loud."
  There was an awkward pause, then Daniel said, "Well,
I've got a meeting in a few minutes.  I'll try to drop by after
my business trip next week."
  The phone call ended, leaving Anne confused and
strangely horny.

  Colette dropped Wendy off at the high school.  Then she
went up the block to drop Diana at junior high.  Finally she
raced up to the Ridgemont campus for her first class.
  She was five minutes late and all the eyes in the room
followed her.  They, of course, were struck by her sensual
beauty more than her tardiness.
  Colette glanced around as she took her seat and spotted
two or three handsome young men who looked away when her
eyes met theirs.  She would enjoy this class a great deal.
  With an hour between classes, Colette hooked up with
Jasmine, a good friend of Colette's who'd been in Europe all
summer.  Jasmine was a seductive dark beauty of East Indian
parentage.  She'd grown up being called "Paki" but now her
loveliness overwhelmed even the most bigoted loudmouth into
silent awe.
  "How was Europe?"
  "Oh, God.  I've never seen so many ignorant tourists."
  Colette looked around.  "But you got fucked a few times
I hope."
  Jasmine grinned.  "Of course.  I wouldn't let a whole
summer go by without a little action.  How about you?"
  "I got my share."  But truthfully, her brother had been
the only one all summer.
  "Has a guy ever asked you to take off your panties in a
bar?" Jasmine asked as they walked into a patio restaurant on
the edge of the campus.
  "Not that I remember."
  "Well this guy in Italy told me to take off my underwear
and give it to him.  Then he fingered me while we sat in the
booth.  I think the waitress knew what was going on, but she
didn't say anything.  It was wild."
  Colette raised her eyebrows with intense interest. 
"Really?  He had his fingers in your pussy right there in the
bar?  Wow.  Did you grab his cock?"
  Jasmine smiled mischievously.  "No, I just sat there with
my legs a little bit spread and told him how much I wanted
him to fuck me."
  "He spoke English?"
  "He knew the word `fuck'!"
  They laughed and the waiter came by with menus.  "The
special today is roast lamb and snow peas."
  "Just salads," they said in unison.
  Nodding, the waiter went away.
  "He's kind of cute," Colette mentioned.
  "Oh, God, Col, you really have been in this town too
long.  He's average at best."  Jasmine waved her hand and
sipped her water.
  "Maybe you're right."  Still, Colette contemplated
inviting the young curly-haired waiter for a drive up to
Plater's Pond tonight.
  "Hey, Col," Jasmine whispered, "come to the bathroom
with me.  I want to show you something."
  Colette grabbed her purse and followed Jasmine to the
ladies' room.  They went into one of the stalls and Jasmine
locked the door.
  Still whispering, Jasmine said, "I got a tattoo while I was
in Germany."
  "Well, let me see," Colette said, tugging at the buttons on
Jasmine's blouse.
  "Not there."  She unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled them
down to her knees.  Then she lifted her blouse and lowered
the waistband of her panties.  There, nestled just above the
edge of her neatly trimmed pubic hair, was a white cobra,
coiled and hooded.
  Colette squatted down to take a close look.  "Wow.  It's
great."  Then she added playfully, "You're such a slut, Jas."
  "Wait 'til you hear the story.  The guy who gave it to me
couldn't keep his hands off my pussy.  I know it wasn't all
positioning.  Anyway, when he was finished I let him jerk off
on the tattoo.  At first I couldn't tell what was cum and what
was whitesnake."
  "Geez.  You're incredible."  Colette was still squatting
and she could smell the unmistakeable scent of lusting
womanhood.  "Are you horny, Jas?"  She sniffed at Jasmine's
crotch.
  "Of course.  I'm always horny."
  "It sure smells juicy," Colette giggled, starting to
straighten up.
  Jasmine pushed her down by the shoulders.  "What's your
hurry, Col?"
  Shocked, but incredibly aroused, Colette nuzzled her nose
into her friend's panty-covered mons.
  "That's more like it," Jasmine coaxed, "now taste it."
  Colette looked up into Jasmine's eyes.  The dark girl
seemed hungry.  Her eyes were full of passion and lust.  Then
Colette bowed her head and inhaled once again.
  Finally, Jasmine lowered her panties to give her friend
unobstructed access to her pussy.  She saw a mass of blonde
hair move even closer, then the intense feeling of an
apprehensive tongue probing its way past her labia.
  "Yeah," Jasmine moaned, "lick me.  Ohh, your tongue
feels so good."
  Although she had fantasized about it, Colette had never
actually had sex with another woman.  For the first time she
was tasting female juice other than her own.  And she was
tasting it right from the source.  Jasmine's cunt was delicious;
it was everything Colette could have dreamed of.
  Jasmine had worked one leg out of her jeans.  She put
that free foot up on the toilet seat and the other down on the
floor, surrounded by a pile of denim.  She was arching her
hips towards Colette's eager mouth.

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