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Billy Johnson was in his parents' bedroom. His mother and
father had taken his sister shopping for a prom dress. Billy could
hardly wait until he was old enough to be graduating from high
school like his sister. As it was, at fifteen, he had at least two
years before he'd get a diploma, and that didn't look likely with
his marks.
Billy was angry that his sister got so much attention. His
father always bought her things and took her places. When Billy
wanted something, he had to work for it.
Admittedly, Billy's mother was very nice to him, but she
didn't work and therefore couldn't dish out cash like his father
could. His mother made him dinner and cleaned up after him, and
she never got mad at him. He loved his mother.
This morning, though, Billy had seen something that had
bothered him ever since. He had been outside throwing a stick for
Toby, the family dog. Once he threw the stick a little too far and
it went into the bushes under his parents' bedroom window. Knowing
that his mother didn't like Toby running all over the garden, Billy
fetched the stick himself.
As he climbed carefully into the bushes, he heard strange
moaning sounds coming through the partially open window. It
sounded like his dad was sick or something. Then he realized that
his parents were having sex. It was Saturday morning and Billy
guessed this had been their first chance in a long time. He knew
all about sex, but never thought of his parents actually doing it.
When he failed to resist the urge to look through the crack in
the blinds, he was shocked. His mother was kneeling, hunched over
in her nightgown, while his father thrust his very hard cock in and
out of her mouth. She seemed to be enjoying the rough treatment,
and Billy was mesmerized by the rhythmic thrusting of his father's
hips.
"Karen, baby, your mouth is so fucking hot," his father
grunted. Billy had never heard his father talk like that before.
"Come on you hot little bitch, suck my cock. I'm gonna shoot my
cum right down your throat."
His mother took her mouth off of his father's tool long enough
to say: "Do it, Eddie, baby. Shoot it in my mouth."
Billy couldn't move. He was frozen in disbelief. Were those
two perverts really his parents? Despite his shock, he felt his
own cock rising in his pants. But he finally mustered the
willpower to tear himself away from the window.
That had happened this morning. Now Billy was in his parents'
bedroom, angry at himself for not watching the whole thing. After
all, he said to himself now, why shouldn't he have watched? They
sure didn't take very many precautions about closing the window
properly.
Billy thought about his dad's big cock going in and out of his
mom's mouth. But having seen that, could he ever call them Mom and
Dad again? He started to think of his mother, and how many times
his friends had said that she was really pretty. He thought about
how men looked at her when they were out together. Then he thought
about himself, thinking of the times he had peeked down her blouse,
or caught glimpses of her panties under a short skirt.
His prick lurched a little, and he realized that his own
mother was turning him on, just like those women in the dirty
magazines under his mattress. He unzipped his jeans and fished out
his cock. He closed his eyes and thought about the scene he had
witnessed that morning in the very room in which he now stood.
Billy looked down at his pulsing member, mentally comparing it to
what he had seen protruding from his father's pajama bottoms. He
felt that, although thicker, his father's cock was not as long.
Still stroking his dick, Billy moved around the room, looking
at all his parents' belongings. Everything looked different now.
He moved to his mom's dresser. He knew the top drawer
contained her underwear. He opened it and took out a pair of
panties. They were not the big ugly kind that he knew most moms
had, but the tiny sexy kind that young girls wore. He lifted them
to his face and sniffed them. They were clean and fresh, yet he
still sensed his mother's presence within them. He drew their
silkiness over his pulsing cock.
Billy suddenly had an idea. He was going to jerk off and
leave his spunk in the panties. If his mother found it, she would
probably never say anythingþshe might even think it was his father.
He frantically stroked his meaty lance, knowing that he was close
to cumming.
Aiming his piss slit right at the crotch of the white panties,
he coaxed the rumbling semen out with several spasmodic tugs at the
shaft of his cock. The pearly goo puddled neatly in the band of
material that Billy knew covered his mother's hairy cunt.
Tossing the bikini briefs back in the drawer, Billy snickered
and left the room, stuffing his withering penis back in his pants
as he went.
That night at dinner, Billy couldn't keep his eyes off his
mother. She was wearing a plain blouse, but it was unbuttoned far
enough that the tops of her breast mounds and the dark cleavage
they created were visible.
"Right, Billy?" His sister's voice snapped him back to
reality.
"What was that?" said Billy, looking at his sister for the
first time that meal.
"Girls wear low cut dresses to the prom all the time, right?
Remember last year?" Barb was obviously trying to get him to
support her in an argument with Dad.
"I've never seen a prom."
"No, but you saw Becky Fryer's dress when she left for the
prom last year. Her boobs were almost falling out. And she has
big ones. I don't have to worry about showing too much; I hardly
have any to show."
By this time, Billy was forgotten and Barb had gone back to
the head-to-head confrontation with their father. She was
thrusting her chest forward as if to emphasize the smallness of her
tits. Billy laughed to himself.
"I wouldn't be too ashamed. You have a fine body," said Mr.
Johnson.
"Thanks, Daddy." Barb blushed, but came right back saying,
"So I should show it off, right? Can I wear the pink one we saw?"
"No daughter of mine is going out in public wearing that.
It's an invitation to rape." Mr. Johnson was shaking his head and
holding up his palms in denial.
"Michael is not going to rape me, and he'll be there to look
after me." Barb was talking about her date, and at the mention of
Michael's name, Mrs. Johnson finally perked up.
"That's true, sweetheart," Karen said to her husband.
"Michael is not a dirty little boy like some of the ones around
here."
For a second Billy sensed that his mother had directed that
comment at him, and cringed at the thought of her knowing that he
had left jism in her panty drawer. Although she was looking
directly at him, Billy couldn't tell what she was thinking.
"I think he's just like every other guy," Edward Johnson was
saying. "Have you let him do anything with you, Barbara?"
"Daddy!" It was a pointed question and Billy could see Barb
struggle to answer it properly. "We fool around a little, but..."
"What exactly does that mean?" Mr. Johnson was becoming red
and sweaty like he always did when he got mad.
"I... I've let him..." Barb glanced at Billy, as if he could
bail her out. "I've let him put it in my mouth."
Billy's dad exploded. "You filthy slut. How could you?"
Mr. Johnson raised his hand and was about to smack the
cringing Barbara when Billy jumped up. Realizing that his meek
mother would do nothing, Billy decided that he must act. His
sister was getting a raw deal.
"Don't be a hypocrite, Dad," Billy shouted. "You and Mom do
the same thing."
Barb and Mrs. Johnson both looked at Billy in shock, and Mr.
Johnson just sat down in exhaustion, not quite sure what his son
had just said.
"Young man," his mother started saying, "what are you saying?
Have you been spying on us?" Although she had every right to be,
his mother was not angry, only a little dismayed that her son had
seen such a thing.
Billy smiled, happy that he had saved his sister from a smack,
and pleased that he harboured such a powerful secret.
He reached over and touched his mother's hand. He wanted her
to know he was not acting maliciously. "This morning I
accidentally saw through the window. You had Dad's thing in your
mouth."
Karen Johnson put a hand up to her mouth in shock, as if she
were afraid cum might start dribbling out. Edward sat silently.
Barb was smiling now too. "Now who's the filthy slut?"
Mrs. Johnson composed herself rather quickly considering. Her
husband was a bowl of fractured jello. "That's uncalled for
Barbara. It was your father who said that, not me. I think your
private life is your own business. If you're going to have
anyone's cock in your mouth, I'd rather it be Michael's anyway."
Billy laughed, and Barb snickered too. It was funny to hear
something like that come out of their mother's mouth.
"Do you like doing it, Mom?" Barb asked.
"Yes, dear, but I think it is a rather filthy thing to do.
Just think where those things have been." Karen was actually
making jokes about it now.
At that point, Edward got up and left. He didn't have
anything left to say, and he was fuming mad that his wife had
contradicted him.
Billy wanted to stay and listen to his mother and sister
discussing oral sex. It was a big turn-on for him, keeping in mind
that he had actually seen his mother in action.
But then Billy's earlier fears were realized as his mother
turned to him and said: "As for you, young man. I guess I should
thank you for the little gift you left me in my underwear drawer."
Billy was left speechless. The corner of his mouth inched up
into a grin, but he didn't know what to say. He glanced over at
Barbara to gauge her reaction.
Karen went on, this time explaining what she meant to Barbara.
"Billy gave me a pair of special underwear." She didn't say any
more, so Barbara decided she should thank Billy too.
"That's kind of a neat gift. By the way, Billy," Barb said,
"Thanks for getting me off the hook with Dad. He can be so mean
sometimes."
"No problem, sis," Billy said.
"Let me tell you more about these underwear, Barbie. Billy
left a messy puddle in my panties. I guess he got so excited he
couldn't help himself. You know, at first I though it was Ed, but
then I realized that I swallowed all the juice he's going to
produce today. So Billy gave me an extra load today."
Barb giggled. Her little brother had always been a bit of a
pervert.
Billy decided it was too late to be worried about it, and it
sounded like his mother wasn't all that mad anyway. "So, Barb. I
guess you owe me one. Maybe you'll think of a gift like the one I
gave Mom."
Fortunately both Barb and his mom laughed. His mother even
said, "I think that sounds like a fair deal." Then, when they had
stopped laughing, their mother got serious and said, "Have you two
ever thought about doing things with each other?"
"God, Mom," Barb said, "he's my brother."
"Well, dear," Mrs. Johnson began, "I used to let my little
brother touch me. He learned a lot from me."
"Uncle Jack? You let him touch you?" Billy asked.
"We used to go into the bathroom together and play doctor."
"Really?" Barb was very interested too.
"I remember the one time that he wanted me to let him put it
in my mouth. I wouldn't let him. I almost regret that. As it
turns out, the only guy I've had in my mouth is your father."
Billy was looking at Barb. He had never noticed her sexuality
before, but he could see why Michael had said once: "Your sister is
one hot babe, Billy-boy." The tight T-shirt she was wearing
outlined her nubile upper body, complete with firm, softball-sized
tits. Her nipples were becoming visible bumps, as she was
apparently getting excited at the topic of conversation too. As
for Billy, his cock had steadily grown, until now it was an
embarrassing pillar of steel in his jeans.
"Billy," his mother said, "are you hiding something under
there?"
"What? Under where?" Billy replied, knowing full well that
his mother was referring to his impossibly large lump.
"Since we're talking like this, I guess you're having a bunch
of dirty thoughts going through your head. It's making you hard
isn't it?" Why was his mother trying to embarrass him in front of
his sister?
"Come on, Billy," Barb said, "show us."
"You mean you want to see it?"
His mother reach over and pulled his hand out of his lap.
Both she and his sister could now see the lump in his pants.
"What are you thinking about, Billy," his mother said
tauntingly. "Do you want Barbara to suck on it for you? Or maybe
me?"
Barbara was giggling. She had little flashes of what it would
be like to suck her brother's cock. Her mouth started watering and
so did her pussy. She also briefly thought of her mother sucking
it.
"Take it out, Billy. Mom will let you put it in my mouth.
Quick, before Dad comes back." Barbara finally convinced Billy,
and he saw that his mother was encouraging this perverted
behaviour.
"Are you sure it's okay, Mom?" Billy asked.
"I know it's bad, but you two have gotten me so excited, I
just have to see it."
Barbara squirmed on her chair, realizing that the event was
actually about to take place. Her cunt had soaked the crotch of
her jeans, and she squeezed a hand between her legs to savour the
sensation. "Is your pussy really wet too, Mom?"
"Actually, Barbara, it's soaking wet. I might have to rub
myself if you do Billy."
Billy had risen out of his chair and moved in front of
Barbara. The excitement of the moment was making his knees weak.
"I think I will do him, if that's okay Mom. Billy's been such
a good boy, he deserves it." Barb was smiling, amazed that their
mother was condoning activity that hadn't even dawned on her until
today.
"You two are funny," said Mrs. Johnson, "and I'm not much
better. If you're about to have your brother's prick in your
mouth, why not talk like it? What's all this `do' stuff? How
about getting his hard little cock out of his pants and sucking on
it?"
"Do you want to suck my cock, sis?" Billy asked.
"Shove it down my throat 'til you fill my mouth up with cum,
you mean? You bet I do." Barbara was smoothing her palms over the
front of his jeans, feeling the lump.
"Take it out then," their mother encouraged. "I don't think
your father would like this idea very much. Hurry up."
Billy helped his sister undo the front of his jeans. She
grinned at the throbbing hardness of his pole as she tugged down
his pants and underwear.
"Jeez, it isn't really that little anymore, is it honey?" said
Mrs. Johnson, who had imagined her son's cock still looked the same
as when it had hardened as she bathed him years ago. Puberty had
done a tremendous job of sculpting a beautiful, massive fucker on
the front of her teenage son.
When his sister actually touched her lips to it for the first
time, Billy almost fell down. Barbara was sitting on the edge of
her kitchen chair, straining upwards to pop her lips over the top
of his cock.
They were too enthralled with each other to notice, but their
mother had hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties to one side, and
was sliding two fingers in and out of her cunt, making slightly
wet, very crude noises. She saved the attention she normally gave
her clit for later, when she felt that Billy was just about to come
himself.
"Barb, show me your tits," Billy said to his sister. "I want
to watch them while you do this. By the way..." Billy paused to
gulp, "I think you have great tits and you should wear whatever you
want to the prom."
"That's sweet, Billy," she said as she pulled her T-shirt over
her head. She took off her bra and hung it on the chair. "Maybe
I should go with you to the prom instead." She smiled and Billy
knew she wouldn't be caught dead with her little brother at the
prom. But it was a nice thing to say, and he smiled proudly as she
placed her hands at the furry base of his prick.
"Be careful, if your father comes back, I want you to be able
to get dressed quickly. Don't take anything else off." Mrs.
Johnson gave them warning and they noticed for the first time that
she was masturbating.
"Wow, Mom," Billy exclaimed, "you're as pretty down there as
you are in the face." He didn't really pull that compliment off
very well, but his mother understood.
"Thank you, darling. I like my pretty pussy too. Maybe I'll
let you play with it sometime."
Barbara started sucking on Billy's cock in earnest, and,
although he had asked to see his sister's tits, his gaze was now
locked on his mother's gaping cunthole and her fast-flying fingers.
Little moans of pleasure escaped from both Karen and her son
Billy, while Barbara's cockstuffed mouth made the occasional
slurping noise.
The idea of the three family members cavorting sexually like
this was incredible, but it hadn't hit home to any of them.
Barbara was trying to make this guy come, not really thinking that
"this guy" was her fifteen year-old brother. Meanwhile, Billy was
staring at a wet, pink snatch, not fully realizing the implications
of the cunt belonging to his mother. He was thinking how much he'd
love to slide his cock into it, not even considering the fact that
fifteen years ago he had come out of that same hole.
Only Karen was more lucid. She had fantasized about this
moment for years. But she had never thought about actually
bringing it into reality. Now it was here.
Billy's nuts started to clench, and Barbara knew her brother
was about to cum.
"I think I'm going to... uh... cum." Billy didn't know what
to do, he had never cum in a girl's mouth before. The one time a
girl had put him in her mouth she had gagged and not let him put it
in again.
"Swallow it, Barbara, honey," their mother whispered,
concentrating on bringing herself to climax by stroking her clit
frantically.
"Should I just let it go in her mouth?" Billy asked his
mother.
"Just shoot it, dear. Don't worry about anything." Although
wide-eyed, Karen wasn't seeing much because waves of orgasmic
pleasure were starting to sweep over her.
Billy started pumping out stream after stream of hot, salty
cum. Barbara did her best to swallow it all, but with a "Mmpff" of
surprise, she found his load was too big to handle. She backed her
head away, lips popping wetly off the head of his spurting cock,
and used her hand to jerk out the final few squirts. There was cum
running down her chin, and the last of the load fell on her heaving
tits, scarring the nipples with snail tracks.
"God," gasped Barb, "that was a lot of juice. Michael never
has that much. You're amazing Billy."
Recovering quickly, Karen had licked off her cunt-slimed
fingers and was rearranging her skirt when they all heard Mr.
Johnson open the dining room door. He was one room away, fast
approaching, and Barb still had her shirt off and cum spattered on
her face and tits. Billy slammed his dribbling cock back into his
jeans and did them up instantly. Barb just grabbed her T-shirt and
bra and ran out the other way.
"Where's Barbara? I want to apologize," said Mr. Johnson as
he stepped through the doorway into the kitchen.
"She'll be back in a minute," said Mrs. Johnson calmly.
The week at school dragged on. Billy couldn't stop thinking
about his sister. He had to go to the washroom at lunch one day
and relieve the pressure by jerking off.
Barb occasionally saw him in the halls and smiled, but she
never talked to him. At home, they didn't see each other because
Barb was working until midnight at the variety store. Billy was
tempted to wait up for her and try to get her to repeat Saturday's
performance, but he always fell asleep with dreams of the event
running through his mind.
As for his mother, she acted as if nothing had happened, and
Billy was starting to wonder if he hadn't gone crazy and
hallucinated the whole thing.
But his worries were dispelled when Friday rolled around and
Mr. Johnson left for his weekly card game.
"Billy, sweetheart," his mother called from the den, "come and
see something on the TV."
Billy wondered what could be so interesting on TV that could
actually make his mother watch. She normally just watched one soap
opera a day and that was it.
When Billy went into the den, though, he understood. It
wasn't really TV, it was a videotape. He saw the flickering images
and blinked incredulously at them. His mother had put a hardcore
porno movie on. She was kneading her breasts as she watched it and
beckoned him to join her.
Billy had seen dirty movies at his friend's house, but they
were nothing like this. The scene opened with a very young girl,
no older than twelve, waking up and getting out of bed. She was
wearing babydoll pajamas and she had her blonde hair done up in
pigtails. A older, distinguished-looking man in a tuxedo came into
the room and sat on the bed. The girl took off her pajamas and
stood naked in front of the man. The man undid his pants and took
out a sizeable stiff cock. He masturbated while the girl watched.
When he was coming, he stood up and sprayed it on the child's naked
body. The little girl scooped up the droplets of semen and licked
her fingers. Then the man started pissing on her. She moved
around under the stream as if she was taking a shower, getting
completely soaked in urine. The man even pissed in her mouth.
When he was finished, he shook his dick, just as if he was at a
urinal, and zipped up his pants. Then he walked out of the room.
The girl just stood up and got back into the bed.
Billy found it odd that such a movie could even have been
made. It was strange, but he found himself getting hard even
during the strange pissing episode. He wondered where his mother
had gotten this tape.
He looked questioningly at his mother. She just smiled and
gestured for him to keep watching. The next scene in the movie was
getting underway.
This scene was apparently set a few minutes later. The little
girl had taken a shower, and put on a very pretty dress. She
joined the man downstairs and got into his car. As the man drove
away, the little girl put her face in the man's lap. Some close-
ups confirmed that she was sucking his cock. It was hard and
veiny, and hardly fit in the girl's small mouth. As they drove,
the man would say things like, "Little slut, you're going to get a
bad spanking if you don't make Daddy's willy make some goo."
The man arrived at his destination, and the girl had not made
him come yet. What amazed Billy was that they were parked on a
crowded street, and from the camera angle it was obvious that
passersby could see the man's cock and what the little girl had
been doing. Since the girl had failed to get any cum out of the
man's dick, she received her promised spanking. The man moved over
to the passenger side, opened the passenger door and hauled the
little girl over his knees so that her legs were sticking out
through the open door. The man flipped up her dress and pulled off
her panties. The girl's legs flailed around helplessly, providing
the gathering crowd with a number of views of her little hairless
pussy and tight buttcheeks. The man whacked at the girl's ass with
his palm, reddening the cute little cheeks. As the girl screamed
and started crying, the crowd cheered, and a few men in the crowd
actually took out their cocks and started masturbating. Again,
Billy was amazed that this had been filmed.
When the man looked up and noticed one of the men who was
masturbating, he beckoned him over to the car. "Don't waste any of
your spunk on the sidewalk. Soothe my little Daisy's ass with it."
As the tuxedo man held the girl the other man obliged him by
rapidly jerking off between the little girl's legs, aiming his
pulsing cock in the general direction of the girl's ass. The
camera captured an incredible view of the girl's puckered asshole,
her little twat, and the man's huge prick, obscured by the blur of
his stroking hand. As the redness of the spanking slowly faded,
Daisy's ass was coated in thick, gooey sperm, like icing on a
cherry cake. The crowd cheered again.
Billy blinked in disbelief. He had never imagined that his
mother would watch such material. But she obviously did.
"Billy, have you ever thought about really dirty things like
that before?" His mother was pointing at the TV screen, which was
now filled with still more disgusting scenes, which nevertheless
turned Billy on.
"Not really, Mom. I mean not like that." Billy was
squirming: his cock was still rock hard and he felt the tip getting
wet where pre-cum fluid was leaking out.
On the TV, a black woman dressed in a French maid's costume
was dusting a very well appointed room. A young boy was watching
from the corner, sitting in an oversized armchair. The maid was
basically ignoring him.
As this went on, a young man and an older woman came into the
room with a large German Shepherd on a leash. The dog reminded
Billy of his family's Toby. Without a word, the woman, who seemed
to Billy to be about forty or fifty years old, started to strip.
The only clue to her age was the mature hairstyle and the
laughlines that had developed on her face, otherwise she was
equally as voluptuous as any centrefold model.
While both the man and the young boy watched with interest,
the maid continued to dust, glancing occasionally over at the
growing pile of clothes the woman was shedding.
When the woman was naked, she squatted on the carpet and began
massaging her pubic area. The camera zoomed in and the fleshy
folds of her cunt could be seen in detail. She was masturbating
quite frantically and the music matched her hand strokes. The
German Shepherd started sniffing with interest around her moist
fingers and quickly warming gash. Instead of pushing the dog away,
Billy was surprised to see, she spread her legs wider and tugged
the dog's collar to encourage it.
The dialogue, which had been non-existent to this point in the
scene, started with the man saying, "Bowser's got a nose for trash.
Junior, I think your grandmother's feeding the dog. Why don't you
come over and act like a dog for Grandma and Bowser."
The young boy seemed to like this idea, because he immediately
jumped out of the chair and crawled on his hands and knees to the
licking dog and his slutty mistress.
"Junior," Grandma panted, "do dogs wear clothes?"
"No Grandma," Junior replied and stood to join her in complete
undress. The boy's small penis was not hard þ he was apparently
not as turned on as Billy would have been.
The next part of the movie made Billy flinch, and he couldn't
decide whether he was turned off or not. The man, who was
apparently the boy's father and the woman's son, reached between
his son's legs and massaged the little balls and tiny dick that
nestled there. The boy only smiled, but still did not get hard.
"Junior, I saw you playing with Toby's balls like that last
week. Are you interested in learning what to do with your private
parts that you've never done before?"
"Sure, Dad, but I want to be the dog."
Junior continued to crawl around on the carpet, with his Dad
occasionally reaching in to rub his genitals. Meanwhile, Grandma
seemed to be having an orgasm inspired by the German Shepherd's
tongue and the maid just continued dusting.
When Grandma calmed down again she said, "Junior, are you a
good doggie?"
Instead of answering, the boy feigned a bark. He then
pretended to pant with his tongue out.
"Be a good doggie like Bowser and lick Grandma's snatch."
Junior barked again but this time shook his head, making a
face of disgust.
"You're a bad doggie. Bad doggie. You lick my snatch or
you'll get a bad spanking." Although Grandma seemed to be angry,
she had a smile creeping into her face. "You're such a bad doggie,
I bet you're not even house-trained. Do you pee on the rug? Do
you shit on the nice clean carpet?"
Junior was puzzled for a moment, but then grinned and sat on
his legs like a dog and looked pensive. His father, meanwhile, had
fished out his own big cock and had stroked it into a respectable
hard-on. He was offering it to his mother to suck, and she did.
But they were both watching Junior, who seemed about ready to mess
the carpet.
Sure enough, a stream of urine shot out and soaked the carpet.
The camera expertly caught every element of the scene. A close-up
of Junior's buttcheeks revealed that a turd was creeping out of his
asshole. The piece of shit slowly lowered itself towards the
carpet and finally broke away to land with what seemed like an
audible thud on the once clean carpet.
"Bravo, Junior," raved the father, "You're a good shit."
They all though that was raucously funny.
"Esmerelda, clean up this mess and be quick about it." The
father was addressing the maid and she responded immediately. The
woman was a beautiful, buxom black. She knelt on the floor and
picked up the shit with her hands. She slipped it into the pocket
on the front of her uniform and then bowed out of the room. She
returned almost instantly with a large cloth. With this she wiped
Junior's ass and then started soaking up the urine stain.
"I'm going to cum, Mother. What should I do?" The father was
grunting.
"Get Esmerelda to swallow it. I'm not in the mood for cum."
Without asking, the man yanked Esmerelda's head over to his
cock and forced it into her mouth. She started bobbing her head
quickly, massaging the gentleman's balls while she sucked.
With another series of grunts, the man pulled his cock free
and aimed it towards the maid's open mouth. The semen flew up and
landed on her cheek. Most of it however, actually went into her
mouth.
Billy blinked as the vignette ended and another scene filled
the screen. This time the setting was a classroom. At least
twenty boys and girls were seated at desks. The youngsters were
all about eight or nine years old.
A man was reading from a book. Music was the only soundtrack
at first, then the man's voice faded in. "...and Mrs. Buttcock
said to the rabbit: `You'll not have another carrot if you keep
peeing in my garden.'" The man raised his head up from the book.
"Well, class, who wants to tell me why the bunny was peeing in Mrs.
Buttcock's garden?"
Several children giggled and one little girl in the front row
put up her hand.
"Yes, Molly?"
"He needed to water the plants?" Molly wasn't sure.
"Maybe, Molly. That's a good answer. Anyone else?"
Another girl behind Molly raised her hand. "Maybe he couldn't
hold it until he got home."
"Good, Melissa. That's probably why. Okay class, listen to
what happens next." He resumed reading. "Mrs. Buttcock went back
inside the house to wake up her little boy, Biff. `Biff! Biff!
Time to wake up. The rabbit was peeing in our garden again.' Biff
woke up and got out of bed. Mrs. Buttcock saw that her son wasn't
wearing any clothes. `Biff! Why aren't you wearing any clothes?'
`I don't like to wear clothes to bed, Mother,' answered Biff. `But
you make me excited when I see your penis. It's not nice to make
me excited.'" The teacher raised his head once again.
The class was giggling at the strange story.
"Does everyone know what a penis is?" the teacher asked.
Molly put up her hand.
"Molly, can you tell us what a penis is?"
Molly proudly stood up to say, "It's the thing between a boy's
legs."
"That's right Molly. Have you ever seen a penis?"
"I've seen my daddy's penis lots of times."
"What was your daddy doing when you saw his penis?"
"Sometimes I see him peeing. Sometimes he just shows it to
me."
"Is it big and hard when he shows it to you?"
Molly thought for a moment. "I guess so. He fiddles with it
and it gets bigger."
"Do any of you boys want to show Molly your penises?"
A small boy with glasses slowly raised his hand.
"Walter, come up to the front of the class and show everyone
your penis."
Walter seemed very shy, but he eventually came up to the front
of the class and dropped his pants to the floor, holding his shirt
up so the class could see his genitals.
"Molly, was your father's penis bigger?"
"Yes, and it stood straight out like a stick."
"Would the class like to see a man-sized penis?"
A clamour of affirmatives rose up, mostly from the girls.
The teacher stood up beside Walter, who was now toying with
his tiny cock and balls. Unzipping his fly, the teacher hauled out
a huge semi-stiff cock. The girls gasped and then giggled some
more. Melissa turned to a friend and whispered something inaudible
on the soundtrack.
"Well, class, why would a woman get excited by seeing her
son's penis?"
Melissa answered this time. "She wants him to stick it inside
her to make a baby."
"Is a mother supposed to make babies with her son?"
"Not really. It's bad. But some people do it."
"That's a very good answer, Melissa."
Billy was snapped out of his fascination with the debauchery
by his mother's voice.
"Do you remember the blowjob your sister gave you last week?
Would you like me to do that for you now?" His mother had moved
towards him and was sitting so that her thigh touched his, and her
hand rested on his throbbing bulge.
"Sure, Mom, I guess. Will Dad come home soon?"
"No, sweetheart," she said, unzipping his fly, "he'll be drunk
and stupid when he rolls in at four in the morning."
Mrs. Johnson fished her son's cock out into the open and
immediately set to work sucking it. Billy rested his hands on her
bobbing head and then decided to reach around and squeeze her tits.
Stopping briefly, Karen asked her son, "Would you like Mommy
to take off her clothes for you while I do this?"
"Okay, and can I touch your pussy like you promised last
week?"
"I never promised you that. But I'll even let you put this
big bad boner inside me if you promise not to come while you're in
there."
"You don't want to get pregnant?"
"No, silly, I just want to watch my grown up little boy make
a nice mess on the couch with his goo."
Billy liked hearing his mother talk that way, and he took off
his own clothes as she disrobed. When they were both naked, Karen
leaned back and coaxed her son between her legs. As a complete
novice, Billy didn't really know what to do to make a comfortable
entry into his mother's pussy.
She gently held his ass with one hand and guided his steely
prick towards her opening with the other. The heat from his
mother's cunt seemed to scald his prickhead even before contact was
made. But the wet folds of her gash became like a sanctuary and
Billy contemplated never leaving it.
Once he got a rhythm going, however, Billy soon realized that
he wouldn't last long. He had never felt anything so incredible in
all his life. The hot wetness of her cunt was one thing, but the
muscle control that she demonstrated made the experience even more
incredible. Her pussy seemed to squeeze and milk his cock with the
agility of a hand.
"Mom, this is amazing. Thanks for letting me do this. I'm
glad you were the first girl I did this with."
"Shhhh, Billy. I know how you feel, but remember there will
be plenty of other girls." His mother put a finger to his lips and
smiled at him. He looked down to watch her big melons bounce with
each thrust of his cock. She asked, "Are you going to come soon,
baby? Remember to let me watch."
"Okay, Mom, I will."
His mother licked her middle finger and Billy thought that
looked very sexy, but he didn't know what she was doing. She
explained soon enough.
"I'm going to put this finger up your ass. It will make you
come really hard."
Before he could protest, he felt the bud of his asshole
invaded by her finger. Although he didn't like the idea, he
managed to relax enough to let her wiggle it all the way in.
"Why are you doing that, Mom?"
"To make you cum in buckets, sweetheart." His mother wiggled
her finger, massaging his prostate gland. He started to enjoy it
and realized that it was going to make him come.
Wordlessly, he withdrew from her warmth and pumped his cock
with his hand. She kept her finger up his ass and watched as the
first jet landed right between her tits. The majority, however,
pooled and matted her pubic hair, and Billy rubbed his dick through
the sticky puddle that he had left.
Barb was out with Michael that night. He had told her that
they were going to go out for a few beers with some friends of his.
Barb had worn a short, pleated skirt and a thin blouse. She had
chosen a camisole instead of a bra and she had taken off her
panties in the car. Michael had smiled about that.
"I think my friends are really going to like you," he said
with a hint of sarcasm, "There's nothing like flashing a little
pussy around to make friends."
"Michael, I'm just doing this for your benefit. No one else
is going to know I'm not wearing panties." Then Barb added,
"Unless you want them to."
"That might be good for a laugh. Jim and Rick have been my
friends for years. I think they could handle getting a glimpse of
what keeps me so happy. You've been a real slut this week. I love
it, though."
Barb smiled impishly. "So you want Jim and Rick to see my
little pussy?"
"Yeah. Go for it. We'll see what happens."
Now they were sitting at Jim's house and Barb was in a chair
across from the three guys.
"Hey, guys," said Michael, "Barb has something to show you."
A little embarrassed, and not really thinking that Mike would
have gone through with it, Barb kept her legs crossed. Of course,
Michael had had eight beers by this time and was ready for just
about anything.
"Come on, Barb. Flash some gash," Mike said.
Hesitantly Barb opened her legs. She felt the cool air tingle
over her cunt hair and knew that the guys could see it. Their
wide-eyed surprise emboldened her to spread her legs wider, and she
felt the pink lips parting, knowing that they could now see the
fleshy labia of her pussy.
"What do you think, guys? Worth the price of admission.
Maybe Barbie's in the mood to spread a little cheer. What do you
say, Barbie? Can Jim and Rick dip their wicks?" Mike was
obviously drunk, but his obnoxious behaviour did not turn Barb off.
She quivered at the thought of being used as her boyfriend's
personal property, something he could lend to his friends like a
hot sports car. She thought about it some more, and then the image
of having her brother's cock in her mouth while her mother looked
on came to mind. She decided to pull out all the stops and
demonstrate just how much of a slut she could be.
"Let's go, guys. One at a time. Who gets sloppy seconds?"
Rick said he'd take seconds, saying he didn't care. Jim
pounced on Barb, his pants miraculously around his ankles in mere
seconds. It wasn't long before the drunken college kid was pumping
away at Barb's cunt, while her boyfriend and another guy cheered
him on.
Barb groaned in pleasure, clutching at Jim's ass and urging
him on. Jim was sweating and his face was glowing with ecstasy.
It made Barb feel great that she could be the source of so
much pleasure. She desperately wanted to make him come.
"Come for me, baby. Show those other pricks what a man you
are. Try to steal me away from Mike by giving me a better fucking
than he can." Barb winked at Mike when she said that, basically
communicating to him that she was just talking.
Jim grunted a couple of times and then began pumping his juice
deep inside Barb's cunt. She squealed with delight and begged him
to keep going.
But Jim wore out and told Rick to take over for him. "Your
turn, buddy."
Rick dove in with no more preliminaries than Jim had given and
Barb was amazed at how much she enjoyed this quick and dirty
fucking style. She wanted to get Mike in on the action too,
though, so she called him over. "Mike, come and let me suck on
your cock while this bastard fucks me. I need your big slick tool
in my mouth now."
Mike sauntered over to Barb and hauled his limp prick out of
his pants. She knew he was really drunk if this scene wasn't
turning him on. She hoped she could fix that with a little
suction.
Sure enough, after a few slurps, Mike's porker stiffened up
and presented a tasty treat for Barb to savour.
"Hey, Rick, have you ever fucked a chic up the ass?" Mike
asked the thrusting youth beside him.
"Nope, but I'm game. Have you packed Barb's fudge?"
"The little cunt won't let me," Mike said.
Barb stopped sucking Mike's cock. They were acting like she
wasn't even there. "Hey, assholes. Whose got the goodies? If you
want any more just be a little nicer to me okay?"
"Shut up, you fucking bitch. If you won't let me stir up your
shit with my tool, then fuck you. I know plenty of chics who are
just aching to get boned in the ass. I think I'll go find one."
Barb didn't realize Mike felt so strongly about his anal
fetish. Had she known, she might have tried it with him. But now
she felt hurt and angry, and she wasn't about to give in to him.
"Good, you limp dicked faggot, go for it. I can get plenty of
loving elsewhere." Her tirade lost a little of its punch since she
was stretched out in a chair with her legs spread and Mike's friend
still furiously pumping away at her.
Mike was putting on his pants, stumbling around as he did so.
"Cunt," he said repeatedly. When he was dressed he walked out with
Jim and left Rick to finish with Barb.
Barb had willed herself not to cry, but she felt pretty
terrible, and the normally flowing juices in her pussy had dried
up. Rick was operating on the slickness of what Jim had left
behind. Finally he came and meekly kissed Barb and followed the
other guys outside.
Barb was alone now and had lost the willpower required to keep
her emotions in check. She burst into tears and tried to
straighten herself out a little. She left through the backdoor to
avoid the guys and walked home in the dark, alone. She felt Jim
and Rick's semen running down her legs as she walked, and tears
trickling similarly down her face.
When Barb got home, she found Billy in the washroom that she
so desperately needed to clean herself up. "Are you going to be
long, Billy?"
"I'm just taking a leak. I'll be out in a second." Then, not
realizing that she was in such a terrible state, joked, "Wanna
watch?"
"Just let me in." Her voice trembled and Billy sensed
immediately that something was wrong.
He flung the door open and hugged her close to him. "What's
wrong, Barbie?"
"That bastard Mike just made me fuck two of his friends and
then turfed me. He treated me like dirt because I won't let him
fuck me up the ass." Barb just spilled the whole story to her
brother, not caring whether he'd be shocked or not.
"Aww, Barbie. Don't cry about it. He's a creep. Forget
about him." Billy led his sister to the sink and helped her pull
off her blouse and skirt. She stood by the sink, in just her
camisole, and cleaned the drying sperm off her legs with a
washcloth. She also wiped her streaked make-up off with a cotton
ball. Billy watched her closely, and started smiling. She smiled
too, and that made him happy.
"What's the hell's so funny?" Barb demanded.
"You're a hot chic even without make-up." Billy grinned and
scanned her body. "You really have an awesome body."
"Thanks." She paused. "Billy?"
"Yeah, sis." Billy knew she had a serious question coming.
"Do you ever think about screwing a girl's ass? I mean, if I
let you, would you want to do me in my ass?"
"Jeez, sis. I've thought about it. I mean, I guess I'd do
you. I know I would be gentle."
"That's what I was thinking. Maybe if you do it first it will
be like losing my virginity there."
Billy's cock hardened in his pants. He relished the idea of
having sex with his sister, but the nastiness of taking her anally
just sweetened the pot.
"By the way Barbie, Mom let me fuck her today," Billy said,
testing her reaction.
"Really?" Barb came back with a gleaming smile. "That's
amazing. You're lucky, though. I have fantasies about Daddy doing
me, but I know that will never happen."
"I guess you'll have to settle for your boring old brother."
"Yeah." She laughed and fell into his arms. They kissed
unlike they'd ever kissed before þ fully on the lips like lovers.
"And guess what, Barbie? Mom showed me the dirtiest movie
I've ever seen. There was one scene where some old man pissed on
a little girl. I couldn't believe it."
"Mom showed you this? That's amazing. Did it turn you on
seeing the little girl getting pissed on?"
"It was weird, but yeah, it kind of did."
"Did Mom ask you to piss on her?"
"No. That's stupid. It was just a movie. I doubt Mom's into
that stuff."
Barb lowered her head and toyed with her brother's fly.
"Billy, would you piss on me?"
Billy's mouth dropped open. He wondered if he had understood
the question. "Do you want me to?"
"I'd like to try it. I feel like doing everything with you.
I know I'd like it."
"Maybe we'll try it someday then." Billy caressed her
shoulders and moved the strap of her camisole away. She hunched
her shoulders and let the straps fall down her arms. The rounded
globes of her breasts fixed Billy's stare. But it was broken a
moment later when Barb spoke.
"I'll kneel down in the shower and you can pee on me instead
of going in the toilet, okay?" Barb had a glint of naughtiness in
her eye.
With his sister acting in such a filthy manner, Billy couldn't
resist carrying her game a little further. "What else do you want
to do, Barb?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you said you wanted to try everything with me. What
else?"
"I don't know. Have you ever had your ass licked by a girl?
Mike used to like me to do that to him. One time he asked to shit
in my mouth. I think he was joking, but I've thought about it
since then. Maybe I'd try that with you." Barb was flushed and
shaking. It was as if she knew she was treading on thin ice and
could break through at any moment.
"You want me to shit in your mouth? That's gross." Billy was
smiling at the depravity of the suggestion, yet it intrigued him.
"I know. I probably wouldn't eat it or anything, but I know
that sometimes I feel so good when I'm taking a shit, that it must
be related to sex. I'd just want to watch you doing it up close."
Barb laughed, "If you think about it, I guess having a big turd
coming out of your asshole isn't any different from a guy sliding
his big cock into it."
Billy smiled. "You pig! I'll never have to worry about a guy
sliding his cock into me. I'm no fag. But you, you're a different
story." He paused, letting his little speech sink in. "Turn
around, sis." She did. "Now bend over." She liked the way this
was looking, and again she obliged him. She knew her brother had
a perfect view of her splayed asscheeks and her puckered little
shit ring. She ran a couple of fingers between the lips of her
pussy to check to see how wet she was. Still slick from Jim and
Rick's cum, it was also starting to produce its own juices again.
It was very wet.
Billy reached into the medicine drawer and fished out a tube
of K-Y jelly. "I'm going to take your asshole's virginity, and
then I'm going to piss on you. Maybe that will satisfy you for a
while. You are such a pervert, Barbie." He was being good-natured
and he slapped her ass playfully.
"You don't really think I'm some kind of sicko or something,
do you?"
"Don't worry, sis. I've thought about doing all these things
too," Billy said.
"I think you'll like it." Barb was shaking in anticipation.
A sudden cold blob of K-Y jelly on her asshole made her quiver even
more.
"Now we're both lubed up. Should I just slide it in, or do
you want me in your cunt first?" Billy stared down the smooth
curve of his sister's back and then leaned outward so he could
glimpse his lubricated target and the accompanying pink slit. His
cock twitched and glistened with the jelly.
"Let's be really naughty and just plug my shitter. Don't even
touch my cunt."
Billy obliged. He gently touched his helmetted tool against
the taught ring of his sister's anus. She flinched slightly and he
saw the ring push outward slightly. She was trying to relax her
rectal muscles as much as possible. She felt the puckered opening
stretch with the first push of her brother's assault. He eased off
briefly and she pushed the muscles again. The next push went very
easily and he found the head of his cock gripped tightly by her
tiny asshole.
In a few more thrusts, he had buried most of his shaft in her
butt, and she had only whimpered a couple of times. Little did he
know that she was in agony, feeling a dull ache as if her guts had
been torn apart. But she was relaxing even more, and she knew the
key was to pretend she was taking a shit. She did so, and soon the
plunging of her brother's cock began to feel deliciously lewd, just
as she had hoped.
"Okay, little brother. Your big beautiful cock is sunk in
there. Now start pumping my ass. Now you can literally fuck the
shit out of me."
Billy actually did feel the beginnings of a turd gushing
around the head of his cock, but he savoured the intimacy that
allowed him to do this to his sister. So what if he got a little
bit of shit on his dick?
The tightness and velvety heat of her asshole didn't allow him
to hold on very long, and Billy soon felt the rumbling of an orgasm
approaching. He hunkered down and thrust even harder. Barb cried
out, but she put her hands on the counter and clenched her teeth.
Soon his shaft swelled even larger in its tight confines and
began spewing forth a river of creamy spunk. Her guts were coated
with its effluvium and she groaned in a perfect balance of pain and
pleasure.
"Yeah, Billy, let it all go. Fill up my ass with your cum."
Next, she felt his penis withering and retracting. Feeling
especially nasty, Barbie turned around, knelt and slurped his shit
and cum covered dick into her mouth. Billy gasped as he saw the
awful brown stuff licked clean, along with the pearly whiteness
which he had produced.
"You really do want to eat shit, don't you? You're such a
slut, Barbie, I think I'm going to have to piss on you. You want
that don't you?" Billy played her game.
"That's right," she grinned up at him and then hopped up into
the bathtub. "Wet my tits with your piss. But save most of it for
me to drink. I want you to let me drink from your cute little
hose."
Billy smiled. He was really enjoying this perverted
behaviour.
When she knelt down in the tub, Billy stood over her and
straddled her knees. His limp cock aimed at her chin and was just
inches away.
"Here goes, Barbie. I hope you like it." With that he let a
golden stream of urine splash out onto his sister's firm young
tits. He clenched his muscles to stop the flow briefly and
adjusted the aim to her face. He squirted quickly, and her nose
was doused with a trickle of piss. She giggled and opened her
mouth. He let the flow start again and filled her mouth with the
acrid yellow fluid. She closed her mouth to swallow and he
continued pissing into her face. She closed her eyes and his piss
splashed into her hair. She was soaked by the time the final
trickle halted, and Billy shook the last droplets off. Barb was
kneeling in a puddle of her brother's urine and she was grinning
happily as she wiped the stinging piss out of the corners of her
eyes. She had loved the strange flavour of Billy's pee, and she
licked her lips lewdly to get more of it onto her tongue.
It was a few days later that Billy was talking to a girl named
Jeanette at school when his sister walked by. Jeanette was a cute
French girl who was participating in an exchange program. Billy
had met her through his physics class, when they had been paired as
partners for an experiment.
Billy felt very attracted to Jeanette, but he found it strange
that he didn't really think about fucking her until his sister
walked by. If, three weeks ago, someone had said that he would be
inclined to use his sister as a paradigm for sexual fantasy, Billy
would have scoffed. Now it seemed to be the case. Barbie was the
catalyst for the horniest thoughts he had. He constantly thought
about her hot, firm body and what they had done together.
As she passed now, Barbie smiled and gave a cute little wave
at Billy. Billy's cock twitched in his pants, and he waved back.
"That was my sister," Billy explained to Jeanette.
"She is very pretty. Good looks must run in your family."
Jeanette was not as shy as Billy had first thought, and her
English, although heavily accented, was perfect.
Another perfect thing about her was her body. Jeanette was
small in stature, only coming up to Billy's shoulders, but she had
a perfectly proportioned body. It was displayed to its best
advantage by the pink mini-dress that she was wearing. With her
short blonde hair and deeply tanned skin, Jeanette could easily
have worked as a teen model. Billy found himself now glancing down
at her pink shrouded tits between every sentence.
Jeanette seemed to thrive on the attention to her body. She
reached out and touched Billy's chest as she spoke, and shifted
from foot to foot to sexily thrust her hips from one side to the
other.
"I'm glad we were paired up, Billy. Most of the boys cannot
understand me when I talk." Jeanette was gleaming now.
"Your English is great. I think the other guys are just blown
away by your looks." Billy returned a touch by placing his hand on
her cheek and raising her head slightly.
"What do you mean, `blown'?" Jeanette asked, puzzled by the
slang term. "The other girls told me that meant to use your mouth
on a man. You don't think the boys think I do that do you?"
Billy couldn't help but laugh at the misunderstanding. "No,
no, Jeanette. I guess the other guys would love you to blow them,
but I just meant that they think you're too beautiful to talk to."
Jeanette blushed and looked down. She giggled slightly and
then said, "Thank you for the compliment. I'll have to remember
that not all things mean the same. I mean, I didn't know the other
meaning for `blow'."
Billy's cock had grown steadily harder ever since his sister
had passed by, and now the course of the conversation was making it
worse. He decided to continue anyway, risking Jeanette discovering
his thickening lump. "Do you blow guys in France, Jeanette?"
"What, me? That's none of your business." Jeanette looked
indignant, and turned to leave.
Billy panicked, trying to think of a way to recover from his
faux pas. He grabbed her arm. "Hey, Jeanette. I'm sorry. I just
meant, uh, do people do that kind of thing in France?"
She seemed appeased, and had no trouble talking about sex as
long as it wasn't on a personal level. "Of course they do. Our
country is famous for what we do with our mouths. You have heard
of the French Kiss, have you not?"
"Yeah, I have. I sure have." Billy's mouth started watering
as he thought about clamping his own lips over Jeanette's and
exploring her mouth with his tongue.
"Well, the girls in France use their mouths for lots of other
things too."
"Like sucking cock?" Billy knew he was pushing his luck
again.
"Yes. And licking other places, too."
"Like where?"
Jeanette looked around and then leaned into Billy to whisper
in his ear. He could feel her heat and smell her perfume. "Like
your asshole."
Billy honestly thought he might cum in his pants. His cock
was bucking and straining at his fly. He couldn't help but turn
his head slightly and kiss her on the neck. She didn't pull away
immediately, and when she did, she was smiling. Billy was
relieved.
"Do you want to go to Jim Robertson's party tomorrow?" Billy
felt he could easily score with Jeanette, and he felt that Jim's
place would be the perfect place to do it.
"That would be great. It is the first invitation to do
anything that anyone has given me. You are a very nice boy,
Billy."
Billy loved the way she said his name. It was more like
Bee-Lee. "Great. I'll catch up with you after school tomorrow, if
I don't see you before then." Billy sincerely hoped he would see
her before then, but this was a contingency plan.
As Billy left the school building, he saw his sister talking
to Michael under the big oak tree on the school's front lawn. She
was shaking her head and pushing him away. Michael was obviously
trying to make up for his behaviour on Friday night.
Not seeing anyone else around to help Barb, Billy decided to
take it upon himself to see if he could do something.
Before he knew what was happening, Billy was on the ground,
with blood streaming out of his nose. Michael had used a lightning
quick punch to the face and then walked quickly away, cursing at
the brother and sister pair.
Billy was surprised that his nose didn't hurt all that much,
but he was certainly embarrassed by the turn of events. His sister
was kneeling beside him with a very worried expression on her face.
"What did you interfere for, Billy?" Barb asked. "I can
handle that creep."
"You looked like you needed help," Billy said, his voice
taking on a rather comical nasal quality because of his injury.
"He was just trying to get back in my pants, and I don't want
anything to do with him." Barb had taken a Kleenex out of her
purse and was mopping up the blood on Billy's face.
Billy smiled. He had definitely made a fool of himself this
time, but there was really no harm done. But he decided then and
there that he would exact revenge for what Michael had done to his
sister and now to Billy himself.
Billy and Barb walked home together. They talked about nothing in
particular until they were almost at the front porch and Barb said
to Billy, "You were talking to that Jeannette girl today. What's
she like."
"She's nice. But I guess I'm hot for her body."
"Are you going for it?"
"I'll try. I invited her to Jim Robertson's party."
"Jim invited me too. Do you think I should go?"
"Why not?"
"Mostly because you'll be lusting after another girl. I know
all I'll be able to think about is your hard cock sliding up my
ass. Do you think you'll be able to handle it any better than me?"
"You're my sister, Barb. Even though most people think it's
wrong, we can do it whenever we want. I don't want the guys at
school to think I'm gay or something, just because I can't tell
them that I fuck my sister."
"I guess you're right. Jeannette's really cute anyway. If I
was a guy, I'd want to bone her too." Barb giggled and pushed her
brother through the front door.
They both crashed into and stumbled over their mother, who was
carrying a basket of laundry to the stairs. The laundry went
flying and their mother ended up on the floor. Her knees were up
and spread and she leaned back on her arms. Billy immediately
noticed that she wasn't wearing panties.
"Sorry, Mom," Barb said, bending to help her mother up.
"Leave her on the floor for a second, Barbie. I'm getting
quite a view." Billy was staring blatantly at his mother's tidy
bush.
"You little pervert," his mother chastised him as she pulled
her skirt over her pussy.
Barb was giggling and continued to help her mother up. "Never
mind, Mom. Billy's been so horny ever since you started him off on
this sex free-for-all."
Karen shook her head at her son. "Sweetheart, your father has
first rights to my pussy. Just because I let you use it once
doesn't mean you own it. Do you understand that?"
Billy smiled and nodded. "Your loss, Mom. I guess this dick
will find another hole." Billy unzipped his pants and pulled out
his lengthening cock. "Yo, Barb, get over here and suck on my
dick."
Barb laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, little brother. I
think I'll let you suffer a little."
"Listen, you fucking two-bit cunts, I want some satisfaction
right now." Billy was still joking, but now he was pushing it.
Nevertheless, he was honestly very horny and he didn't feel like
stroking off right now.
Karen started getting truly mad at him. "Don't ever call me
a cunt. I may have let you fuck me once, but I'm still your
mother, young man."
Billy's prick started shrinking at that verbal slap, and he
started to tuck it back into his pants.
A moment later, Billy's father came home and everything was
subdued even further.
Later that night, when everyone seemed to be asleep, Barb
crept quietly down the hall to her brother's room. Billy was
snoring but flashed awake as soon as she opened the door.
"What's going on?" he asked dazedly.
"I just want to talk." Barb flicked on the dim nightstand
lamp and sat on the edge of Billy's bed.
He immediately noticed the swell of her breasts under the thin
t-shirt she had worn to bed. His cock began to stiffen against his
will.
"What do you want to talk about? I'd kinda like to fuck
instead."
She rolled her eyes. "That's what I want to talk about. I
think we should cool it. I mean, I think it's wrong for us to do
those things with each other."
Billy looked shocked. "What are you talking about?" He
flipped back the covers and exposed his veiny shaft. "You don't
want this anymore?" He squeezed the base of his cock and
exaggerated its size and fierceness.
"Billy, stop it." Barb turned away. "It's not that I don't
want toþI just don't think we should."
"Last week you practically begged me to fuck you up the ass.
Andþdon't forgetþI pissed in your mouth. And now... what made you
change your mind?" Billy seemed to be trying his hardest to hide
his feelings.
"I want to have a normal life." Barb turned back to him and
saw his cock, now withering slightly, still uncovered.
"You can't. Mom won't let us. She likes to let loose like
she did that first day. Maybe Dad isn't wild enough for herþand we
are. Or at least she thinks we are. If you do this... this prude
shit on us... it will fuck everything up." Billy was looking very
serious, but being the younger brother, he was afraid his advice
was not carrying that much weight.
"Billy? If I went to that party with a guy in my class, would
you embarrass me by doing something... something sexual or
something?" Barb was staring intently at her clenched hands.
"No way, sis. I have to impress Jeanette after all. Our
little fuck sessions are our secret."
"Good. As long as they stay that way, I guess you can do
whatever you want with me. In fact, I think I like the idea that
you and I have done such wild stuff together. Now I know what it's
like and my reputation around the school is still okay." Barb
looked down at her hands again. "Can you imagine if I had let
Michael pee on me? I'd get murdered at school."
Billy knew that Michael and his friends had spread tons of
rumours about Barb, but most people thought little of it because
Barb had dumped Michael recently. "Michael's not causing you any
trouble is he?"
"You mean my reputation? Nawþno one believes the story."
Barb, who had calmed down and seemed very comfortable in her
brother's room now, sat up farther on the bed. Billy noted the
move and slid over to accommodate her.
"Why don't you get under the covers with me?"
Barb squinted at him. "You aren't wearing anything, and all
I have on is this T-shirt. What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing. Just come on under the covers and cuddle." Billy
liked having to deal with his sister's reluctance. It was like
starting all over againþthe challenge of seduction was renewed.
Barb sighed and moved up to the top of the bed beside her
little brother. She slid her feet down under the covers and
squeezed up against him.
"There we go. Now isn't that better?" Billy put his arm
around her and pulled her close. Immediately his cock started
throbbing against her thigh.
As if oblivious to his fleshy tool, Barb was deep in thought.
She finally broke the silence by giving Billy a hint about what she
was thinking. "Tell me what it was like when Mom let you have sex
with her."
Billy looked over at his sister's face. She looked
beautifulþpeaceful and relaxed. "Well, like I said, she got me
going by showing me some really heavy porno movies. Then she asked
me what I thought of the blowjob you had given meþwhich was amazing
by the way." She smiled her appreciation of the compliment. "I
was really horny by that point, and I just couldn't help myself.
Her cunt felt so warm and wet... it was incredible. She wanted me
to shoot my cum on the couch, but I mostly shot it on her. But the
coolest thing was that she made me cum by sticking her finger up my
ass. She really knew how to play with me."
Barb was silent for a while. Then she said, "Billy, I think
Mom has started something really dangerous here. She's making the
whole family into a bunch of perverts."
"Wrong again, Barbie. You've got to remember how all of this
started. We wanted it. Did you not want me to piss on you in the
shower?"
"Yeah, at the time I did. I still think about it. But I
don't think I'd do that with Tony or any of the guys at school."
"Of course not, they couldn't keep it secret. You'd be an
idiot to think they could." Billy pushed down the covers, once
again exposing his genitals.
"I guess we can do whatever we want then." Barbie seemed to
come to a new realization, although Billy thought that her doubts
had already been laid to rest. "I want to do whatever you want me
to do, Billy."
"Okay, Barbie. You've said that before. I'll see if you mean
it. My friend Steve needs a date for Robertson's party. Go with
him instead of whoever you planned to go with."
"That's not fair, Billy. I meant I'd do stuff with you, for
you... but not like that." Barb was frowning at her younger
brother, who seemed to be constantly getting the better of her.
But she put the idea on the backburner of her mind. It might be
worth a try in the future.
"Okay, then go with whoever you want, but while we're at the
party, let me take you into the upstairs bathroom and shave your
pussy."
"Why, Billy? Don't try to make me do anything that someone at
school will find out about." Once again, though, Barb filed the
idea away.
"In other words, you're planning to let this guy get into your
panties and you don't want him to find you freshly shaved."
Barbie smiled. "Maybe. Maybe not. You're just trying to
stop Tony from fucking me aren't you?"
It was Billy's turn to blush and look down. "Maybe. Maybe
not." He smiled now and said, "You go ahead and do whatever you
want. Right now, let's stop talking and get into some sex."
Barbie grinned and immediately kissed her way down his stomach
to his pubic area. She nestled her face in his musky hair, and
then drew his semi-stiff cock into her mouth.
But Billy was more tired than he thought, for despite the
incredible feeling of his sister's mouth on his shaft, he found
himself dozing. She soon gave up and crept back out of his room,
leaving him naked and asleep.
Jim Robertson's party was a huge affair, with people crowded
into every room of the three storey house.
Billy had picked Jeanette up in his father's car, which was an
unexpected bonus, because his dad just happened to be home.
Jeanette looked incredible. She had outdone herself for the
benefit of her new classmates. She was wearing a hot pink mini-
skirt and a light pink T-shirt, cut short with the sleeves
tattered. Over the shirt she had thrown an oversize white tank
top, also cut short. The effect was a bare midriff, but only a
hint of her full breasts.
When she had entered the car, Billy had eyed the even tan on
her tummy and complimented her on it.
"You look great, Jeanette," Billy beamed.
"Thank you, Billy." She leaned over and kissed him. "I wish
they had nude beaches in North America. I cannot tan all over like
in France." She demonstrated what she meant by lower the waistband
of her skirt and pulling up her shirts to reveal the whiteness that
lurked beneath. The added benefit for Billy was that the move
exposed the top of her pubic bush and the bottom of the globes of
her tits.
"Uh, Jeanette, please don't do anything like that at the party
or all the guys will just say `What the hell' and gang rape you.
I won't be able to stop them. Hell, I might even join them."
Billy smiled at her, but shook his head to show that her behaviour
was probably out of the ordinary.
"You must protect me, Billy. I am your date. And you know...
because I am your date, you do not have to rape me. All you have
to do is ask me."
Billy's jaw dropped for a second, then he snapped back to his
senses. "Okay, Jeanette. May I?"
She giggled. "May you what?"
"May I..." Billy changed his tack mid-sentence. "May I see a
little more of your untanned skin?" He smiled and turned in the
driver's seat to watch her closely.
She grinned back at him and looked up and down the street
before pulling her shirts all the way up, giving Billy an
unobstructed view of the finest pair of tits he had ever seen in
his life. Forget all the porno mags, porno movies and artwork þ
these were perfect tits. Her nipples capped them off, but even the
skin leading up to those summits was perfect. He shook his head in
awe.
As they drove off to the party, Billy used all of his
willpower to stay safely on the road. His eyes were constantly
drawn to his sexy passenger. Jeanette seemed very content to just
gaze out the window, but her hand occasionally made its way over to
Billy's thigh, just to let him know she was still interested.
As soon as they stepped through the Robertsons' front door,
eyes locked on Jeanette. Billy felt like a speck of dust on her
shoulder. Guys who hadn't ever talked to her before, suddenly
swarmed around. Jeanette was very friendly and attempted to talk
to all of them, but eventually she became frazzled by all the
attention and turned to Billy for help.
She was even more disturbed to find him gone.
Billy was a little put out by all the flirting Jeanette seemed
to be doing, so he wandered away into the kitchen.
He was surprised to find his friends Jack and Leon talking
with his sister at the kitchen table. The three of them were
tossing back the last of their beers. Barb's date Tony was nowhere
to be seen. A few other partygoers periodically visited the
fridge, but the room remained uncrowded.
Barb was wearing a nice white blouse with a lacy collar and a
pair of tight faded jeans. She looked very sexy and natural.
Jack was the quarterback for the school football team þ he had
always been a hit with the ladies. Leon was a black Adonis and
played the running back position on the same football team. He too
had quite a female following. Billy had met them during the
previous basketball season and had remained friends with the two
large dudes even though he himself was too slight to play football.
"Hey Billy," Leon waved as Barb's brother walked into the
kitchen.
"Hi guys. Are you messing with my sister?" Billy's smile
belied his gruff question.
Laughing, Jack leaned over and put his arm around Barb. She
responded jokingly by leaning into Jack's shoulder and patting his
chest.
Leon went to the fridge to get four beers.
"I wouldn't mind messing with these guys," Barb cooed.
"They're pretty easy on the eyes, huh Billy?"
"Don't start slutting out just because these guys look good,
Barbie. They're probably gay anyway."
Jumping to the challenge of Billy's jibe, Leon said, "You're
the guy who started the bumslides in the showers. And you were the
little turd running around whipping guys on the ass with wet
towels."
"What the hell is a bumslide? It sounds pretty interesting...
but kind of gross." Barb took a sip of her new beer and waited for
an answer.
Jack obliged by explaining the art of bumsliding. "We'd soap
up the floor of the shower and skid across it on our asses. You
can really get up some great speed. It was hilarious."
Barb, laughing, said, "God, the girl's shower was never that
much fun."
"You should have joined us," Leon said.
Billy interjected, "Girls can't do bumslides cause they get
soap up their twats."
Barb laughed again. "I guess you have to clench hard to keep
the water out of your assholes, eh?"
Jack and Leon were a little taken aback by her language, and
Jack commented, "For a sweet little babe, you sure have a filthy
mouth on you."
Barb mocked him. "Whatsa matter Jackie? Can't handle naughty
words for parts of your body?" She faked a pout.
Jack shook his head. "I use the words all the time, but not
usually in mixed company."
"Doesn't your girlfriend get you to talk dirty to her?"
"When I'm pumping a chick, I can keep her interest without
saying a word." Jack nudged Leon and winked knowingly.
"Oooo, you must be a superstud." Barb poked him.
Billy said, "Barbie loves it when a guy talks dirty to her."
He almost immediately realized his error, and covered it up
clumsily to try to make it look like he didn't get that information
firsthand. "Isn't that what you say all the time, Barbie?"
Helping him cover up, Barb said, "Yeah, but you don't have to
tell the whole world about it."
Leon tried to get Barb to prove Billy's point by saying, "So
you get the guy who's fucking you to swear at you? Call you a
cunt, or whatever."
Even hearing Leon hypothetically refer to such a situation
made Barb's juices start flowing. A buzzing began in her clit and
travelled to the outer edges of her pussylips. She shuddered and
smiled at Leon, the source of her pleasure. "Keep talking and I'll
have to take you upstairs to do the Nasty with you."
"I bet you suck a mean cock. Do you swallow?" Leon was
purely having fun now.
"Some guys think I'm pretty good... other guys think I'm
great!" Barb laughed again. Her pussy twitched again and she
squirmed in the seat.
Jack, who sat closest to her, noticed her shifting hips. "Are
you getting a little juicy there Barb?"
Billy looked at Barb and winked. "I think this is where I
exit," he said. "I have to track down Jeanette before every guy in
the house porks her."
Barb smiled at Billy, her brother and her lover, and without
words thanked him for getting her set up so perfectly with these
two gorgeous men. Now her only problem was deciding which one she
wanted most, or if she could handle them both at once without
blowing a gasket. There was also the problem of Tony, her official
date for the evening.
Billy caught up with Jeanette in the basement about twenty
minutes later. Coincidentally he also found Tony. Tony was
putting some pretty clich‚d moves on the cute little blonde, and
Jeanette, the perfect lady, was politely ducking every one.
Billy stepped over to the chair where Jeanette was sitting
with Tony lounging on the arm beside her. "How's my sister
tonight, Tony?" Billy stood close to the leering youngster, who
was obviously quite drunk.
"She's around. I haven't seen her. Why don't you go look for
her?" Tony sneered, then returned to his harrassment of Jeanette.
"I think you should look for her, Tony. I'd like to talk to
my date," Billy countered.
Jeanette smiled thankfully at Billy. Although Tony looked a
little confused, he decided not to make an issue of it and left.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Billy asked Jeanette.
"Can you just sit with me for a while? I really felt out of
place without you. All the guys are so pushy." Jeanette moved
over in the big chair to make room for him.
"I'm sorry about that þ I guess I should've stayed. I'd
rather get some fresh air. The line-up at the bathroom's pretty
long and I kind of have to take a piss. I can do it outside."
Billy remembered the golden shower he had given his sister and
wondered what Jeanette would think if he tried to piss on her.
"Okay. We can go."
Billy led Jeanette out the sliding glass doors of the basement
patio.
Barb had continued talking to Leon and Jack for only a few
minutes more. It seemed the thrill of seducing two young studs
wore off when her brother wasn't there to witness it. She didn't
close any doors, however, because she kissed Leon goodbye by
pulling his face down towards hers and pushing her tongue between
his thick black lips. He responded in kind by mashing his crotch
against her mound.
Barb could feel her jeans heating up and knew that someday she
would enjoy feeling Leon's tool pound into her cunt.
Jack squeezed her ass as she walked away, and she winked back
at him to tell him that he wasn't really a runner-up.
She looked around to see if Billy was going to drive home, but
he was nowhere to be found. Barb had a few more beers and then
called a cab.
It two o'clock in the morning, and although Edward and Karen
Johnson were in bed, they were still up watching TV. They were
quite tired, but the few weekends that they spent together had to
be turned into marathons to make them worthwhile.
Barb came home and went straight upstairs. She stripped and
sat on the side of her bed to catch her balance and assess how
drunk she was. She heard the distant sound of her parent's TV.
Deciding that she should tell them how the party was before she
went to bed, Barb reached up for her favourite T-shirt and pulled
it over her head. She glanced in the mirror and once again the
thought of seducing her father flashed through her head. She
quickly shook it off, however, knowing that it was impossible.
Still, her softball-sized breasts looked extra tempting in their
untethered state under the T-shirt.
She knocked at her parents' bedroom door and her mother said,
"Come in," after what seemed a conspicuously long time.
All appeared normal as Barb entered the room; her parents were
sitting up with the covers pulled up over their laps. An old black
and white movie flickered on the colour TV.
"How was the party, sweetheart?" Karen asked.
"Fine, Mom. Nothing special, I guess."
"Did Billy enjoy himself too?"
Edward cut in: "I hope so. He still isn't home and he's
younger than you, Barbie."
"I think he's fine. He had a really nice date." Barbie was
conscious of the fact that she had no panties on and the T-shirt
ended at the top of her thigh. She tugged at the hem of the shirt,
making sure that she didn't flash her parents.
Mr. Johnson glanced away from his daughter, trying to
concentrate on the movie. When she pulled on the bottom of her
shirt it simply pulled the fabric tighter across her breasts.
"Come on up on the bed and tell us more about Billy's date,"
Karen suggested. Barb's mother lifted the covers and motioned for
Barb to climb up on the bed under the covers, just like when she
was a child.
Barb carefully climbed up, but because of her tipsy condition
she had to use both hands to steady herself. This left the hem of
her shirt free to do as it wished. Mr. Johnson glanced over just
as his daughter's pussy was unveiled. Karen giggled and Barb just
flopped down between her parents, pulling the shirt back down.
Now that Barb was under the covers, she felt the heat of her
parents' legs on either side of her. A hand suddenly touched her
thigh and she looked down to see that her mother's arm disappeared
under the covers. Her father was back watching the movie.
Barb looked up at her mother's face. Karen was smiling at her
daughter and she put her finger up to her lips to indicate "be
quiet."
Barb braced herself, knowing that her mother was up to
something. Sure enough, her mother's hand slowly started inched up
Barb's T-shirt. In moments, Karen was cupping her daughter's
crotch with her palm. Next, she flicked her middle finger over her
daughter's clit.
Barb smiled back at her mother, knowing it was wrong, but also
knowing that it was inevitable given the events of the past weeks.
"So how did Billy enjoy the party?" Karen asked. "Did his
date look good."
"She was very pretty. I think Billy had a great time,
especially since all the guys in the place were so envious." Barb
was surprised her voice sounded so stable, considering the fact
that her mother was stroking her clit.
Mr. Johnson got up to go to the washroom. "I think I'd better
hit the hay. You two can talk while I get ready for bed."
When he closed the door to the ensuite bathroom, Barb turned
to her mother and said, "Mom, stop playing with my cunt. If Dad
knew what you were doing, he'd flip out."
"Relax, sweetheart. He won't know." Karen increased the
pressure on Barb's pussy. "You like it don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean if you weren't my mother, and I didn't
feel so weird about it."
Karen laughed. "Barbie, just relax. Take a look at my
pussy." She spread her own legs. Barb looked down to see her
mother's gaping cunt. "Can you believe that you came out of
there?"
Barb looked down and shook her head. It was unbelievable that
she could have once been small enough to come out of her mother's
pussy.
"By the way, Mom," Barb said, taking her mother's hand away
from its clitoral duties, "Billy told me about some movies that you
showed him. He said they were really dirty. Where did you get
them?"
Shrugging off her daughter's rejection, Karen non-chalantly
licked off her slick fingers. "They're your father's. He has
quite a few of them. I bet you didn't know that your father has
such secret fetishes."
They were whispering now. "You mean Daddy likes that stuff?"
Barb was confused. She had always thought of her father as a real
straight arrow.
"He's quite a little pervert himself. I bet it took all his
willpower not to jump you when you flashed your pussy at him
earlier."
Barb gasped. Perhaps there was a chance she could seduce her
father after all. "Billy said there were little girls in some of
the videos. Does Daddy like little girls?"
"Let me give you one of his tapes. You can go downstairs and
watch it þ judge for yourself about what your dad likes." Karen
opened the bottom drawer of Edward's dresser and lifted out a
locked box. She reached under the nightstand and retrieved a key.
Edward was still in the bathroom, so Karen deemed it safe to go
ahead. She unlocked the box and handed Barb a videocassette.
Barb stared at the tape as Karen quickly returned everything
to normal. The cassette was unmarked except for the number 14
along the spine. If the numbering system was sequential, that
meant her father had at least 28 hours worth of smut at his
disposal.
Barb kissed her mother goodnight and crept out of the room.
She could hardly wait to see what perversions were in store.
The videotape started with a young man of twenty or so talking
to the camera. Although the set was well done and the sound was
very good, the constant shifting of the camera indicated an amateur
production. The man was wearing a business suit and said:
"Welcome to our family. I am Crimson. That is my dog
Spot..."
The tape went on inanely for some time, the camera staying on
Crimson (not even panning to show any of the things he was
referring to). Barb was getting bored.
Then all of a sudden the scene switched to a farmhouse and a
young girl of about eight skipping down the path out front. The
girl was blonde and had cute little pigtails on either side of her
precious pretty face. She was wearing a summer dress and no shoes.
As she approached the camera, she slowed her happy gait and smiled.
She looked straight into the camera lifted the hem of her dress up
to her shoulders. This revealed the fact that she was not wearing
any panties. Her tiny little hairless pussy appeared as a discreet
little line between her legs.
Barb was slightly shocked, but she just started smiling þ
remembering that this was her father's tape.
Next, the man who had done the long narrative at the beginning
of the tape þ Crimson þ appeared beside the girl. He knelt down to
get a closer look at her cunt. The girl turned to him and
squatted. A close-up showed that the girl was spreading her labia
wide so Crimson could see the pinkness of her vagina.
The first dialogue caught Barb off guard. "Hello, doctor.
Can you see inside me, Doctor Jimmy?" Apparently he wasn't
universally known as Crimson.
"Yes, my darling. Your roses are very clean and fresh today.
Did your father wash them for you?"
"Yes, Jimmy. He washed me from head to toe. I think I'm
clean everywhere."
"Let me see your bumhole, Sally. The doctor wants to make
sure your father did a good job of cleaning you." Crimson gestured
that she should turn around.
Sally knelt on the path in front of Jimmy and flipped up her
dress. She pulled apart her adorable little asscheeks and
presented Jimmy/Crimson with her freshly cleaned anus. "Did my
daddy clean me good, Doctor Jimmy?"
Crimson stood up and started to unzip his pants. "Yes, Sally.
You're very clean. You're too clean."
Sally looked back in time to see Jimmy haul out his average
sized, semi-stiff penis. Barb leaned forward on the couch so as to
observe every detail of the man's prick. She unconsciously moved
her hand to her crotch and started applying pressure there.
"What are you doing Doctor Jimmy?" Sally asked.
"I'm going to make you a little messier. Little girls
shouldn't be this clean." He stepped out of his pants and knelt
behind her. His cock pulsed wickedly, inches from Sally's
backside.
"Are you going to stick it in me like Daddy does to Mommy?"
Sally looked a little worried.
"Just be quiet, Sally. If you promise to be a good girl, I'll
let you be the doctor next."
"Can I stick a hose up your bum and wash you out like Daddy
always does to me?"
"Sure, Sally. Now be quiet."
Barb blinked and moved even closer as she realized that she
was about to witness an act of statutory rape. Crimson wiped his
cock up and down Sally's slit. Apparently she was too dry to
enter, because he produced a tube of K-Y Jelly from nowhere and
applied it to her hole and the tip of his dick.
Barb watched Crimson's dick slip slowly into Sally's cunt.
The girl screamed and began to cry, and Crimson moved in and out
slowly but relentlessly. Barb saw what she thought was blood
streaking Crimson's shaft, and eventually Sally's wails turned to
whimpers.
Without even realizing it, Barb had slipped her hand over her
cunt and was pressing at her hardening clit. The rape of this
young girl was actually turning her on. She imagined herself
having sex with her father when she was eight. The images became
very clear, and Barb closed her eyes to focus on them instead of
the video scenes in front of her.
In the screen of her mind, Barb's father was standing in the
bathroom shaving, wearing his bathrobe. A younger Barbie was
watching him at the doorway. The front of his robe began to fall
open and slowly his cock slipped into view. He pretended not to
notice, perhaps not wanting to draw attention to it. But Barbie
noticed right away and was transfixed by the fleshy protrusion.
The scene on video shifted again and this time a young boy of
about ten was sitting on a toilet. He started gimacing as if he
was taking a shit. Barb almost laughed out loud at the absurb
editing. The camera walked around behind the boy, and, because
there was no toilet tank, you could see his backside. Then the
camera rose enough to see the crack of his ass and the water in the
bowl of the toilet. Barb leaned a little closer to the screen to
ascertain if she could actually see the boy's clenching asshole.
She had never seen someone else take a shit before and she was
fascinated.
Before her curiosity was satisfied, however, the scene shifted
again. This time it was a beautiful teenage girl, clad in a
miniskirt and a filmy white blouse, strolling down a deserted
suburban street in what looked like a city in Europe. The teenager
had long blonde hair and a bouncy, but firm pair of titties. Her
legs were long and sleek. Suddenly two younger boys (Barb guessed
about fifteen) ran up. They were rather unkempt and dirty looking,
which was a major contrast to the fresh young girl. They half-
manhandled and half intimidated her through the gate of one house's
yard. The yard was surrounded by high bushes and the camera
followed them through the gate. The boys danced around the girl
and she spun to try to keep an eye on both of them. It was no use
and she eventually put her hands over her ears and tightened her
eyes shut. When the two boys saw her in this position, they
stopped dancing and unzipped their flies. Knowing that this was a
porno movie, this turn of events was no surprise to Barb. Pulling
out their cocks, the two young boys jacked themselves up into
hardness and then moved closer to the girl. Instead of struggling
she immediately sank to her knees and started sucking on one dick
after the other. Just like other standard porn, she oral genius of
the girl was a spectacle in itself. Eventually the boys came,
coating the girl's face in semen. She knelt and milked their
pricks for much longer than in American porn, where the orgasm
signals the end of a scene. Then Barb realized why. The girl was
waiting to be pissed on. Barb remembered when she herself had
knelt in the tub and allowed her brother to pee all over her. But
this scene was taking place outside in a European suburb. When the
streams of urine flowed, Barb had a tumbling of mini-orgasms that
folded over one another to culminate in a body-racking climax.
The seventeen year-old Barbara had now fully inserted her
fingers into her soupy twat, masturbating frantically as she
daydreamed.
At that moment, Billy stumbled in from the party. Jeanette
had driven his father's car back to the house, so she was close
behind him, laughing at his uncoordinated movements. Earlier, in
the Robertson's backyard, Jeanette and Billy had started to make
out very heavily. They were forced to stop before things got too
hot because the police had broken up the noisy party.
Their aborted lovemaking had simply made them both ready for
more and that was another reason that Jeanette came home with
Billy.
The overheated teenagers stopped at the living room hallway
when they heard the pornographic sounds coming from the television.
Those electronic sounds intermingled with what was surely a human
moaning, and Billy realized through his booze-fogged mind that it
must be his sister.
Jeanette stopped and suppressed her giggling. She looked
positively adorable when she held her index finger to her pursed
lips, signalling "sshhh" to Billy.
Billy just continued on in to the living room, catching Barb
with one hand stuffed in her cunt and the other one clutching at
her tits. Barb smiled up at Billy, saying "Hi, little brother,"
before she realized that he was not alone. She scrambled to push
stop on the VCR remote control and tried to cover herself with her
T-shirt. "I'm uhh... sorry. Umm, hi Jeanette."
"Hello, Barbara. You look like you're having fun. It sure
smells funny in here."
Now that Jeanette had pointed it out, Billy also noticed the
musky scent of sex. He recognized his sister's pussy odour and he
started to get a hard on.
"My sister likes to play with herself, but that doesn't mean
she can't get a real guy," Billy slurred an explanation and an
apology all at once. "Her date was just a creep, that's all." He
encircled his sister's shoulder with his arm. "Right Barb."
"Yeah, you little lush, that's right. I was just watching a
dirty movie and I started fantasizing a bit."
Jeanette slumped into the couch, Barb noticed her sexy pink
and white outfit and especially took in the way her double layer of
shirts stretched over the mounds on her chest.
Billy lay on the couch beside Jeanette and Barb retrieved the
videocassette from the VCR.
"No, leave it!" Billy protested. "I bet Jeanette's never seen
anything that dirty before."
"But we have very... how do you say... bad... no, no... wicked
movies in France." Jeanette seemed willing to take up the
challenge.
"Not like this," Barb assured her. She turned back to the VCR
and popped the tape back in. In doing so, her T-shirt rose up
slighty and the couple on the couch were treated to a view of the
rounded curves of her buttocks.
"Doesn't my sister have a great ass, Jeanette?" Billy asked,
pointing.
"Cut it out, Billy," Barb said, pulling the T-shirt back over
her butt and didn't get a chance to push PLAY on the VCR.
"She is a very pretty woman."
"I think you two have the best asses in the school. Let's
have a contest to see which of you has a better ass. Get up there,
Jeanette." Billy pushed Jeanette off the couch and she stood
beside Barb.
"Billy, are you crazy?" Jeanette asked.
"He's just drunk. My little brother can be a real sex maniac
sometimes." Barb winked at Billy, hinting that she would go along
with whatever he was trying to do.
"Come on, you guys," Billy whined, "I just want to settle
it... once and for all. One of you has a better ass than the
other. Let's see who."
Barb was already turning around. "Come on, Jeanette, let's
humour him. He probably won't even remember any of this tomorrow
anyway."
Jeanette remained skeptical. "I have never seen a brother and
sister act like you two do. You are very... uh... different."
Both Barb and Billy laughed nervously at that, but quickly
covered with a heartier outburst that made it seem like they
thought her suggestion was quite funny.
"Okay, Jeanette, face the TV. The contest is about to begin."
Billy stood up a little unsteadily and raised his arms.
Still Jeanette simply looked back and forth between the two
siblings.
"What's the matter, Jeanette? Are you afraid you won't win?"
Billy taunted.
Jeanette immediately slitted her eyes and thrust her chin
forward. She would not be outdone by anyone. She too turned away
from Billy and tilted her hips slightly back.
Barb and Jeanette thought it quite funny that they were
actually going along with Billy's competition, and they giggled
about it.
From Billy's perspective, he could see the cleft of his
sister's ass from the base of her spine to the space between her
legs. He even caught a glimpse of the dark hair of her pussy.
Jeanette's ass, however, was fully cloaked in the pink mini-
skirt. She was not making it very easy to compare.
"Okay, would the contestant on the left please expose more
ass. The judges are having a hard time deciding."
"I bet you're having a hard time, Billy," Barb laughed.
Jeanette compared her pose to Barb's and saw that Billy's
sister was in fact holding her T-shirt up around her waist.
Reluctantly, she matched that pose by sliding her mini-skirt up
over her panyclad butt.
While the girls faced away from him, Billy started rubbing his
cock through his jeans.
Barb got a little more aggresive with Jeanette and reached
over to touch her smooth silk-covered asscheeks. By this time,
Jeanette was enthralled by the sibling perverts, and she hardly
noticed the lesbian caress.
"See how hot these little asses are Billy?" Barb cooed. "I
bet you'd like to fuck these asses, huh baby brother?"
Jeanette gulped. She must have been drunker than she thought
because she heard herself saying: "I will let you if you want, you
know, Billy. You were a very nice date." She wiggled her hips to
show Billy that her reluctance had truly evaporated.
Barb licked her middle finger and slid it up her own asscrack
þ not wanting to push things too far with Jeanette just yet.
Billy watched closely as his sister started to slide her
finger into that tight puckered shithole that he had robbed of its
virginity. He unzipped his pants and fished out his pulsing,
dripping cock. The blonde French girl saw this and she trotted
over to him. She knelt down with her face in his lap, watching him
stroke himself.
"Ohh, Billy. It's just as I imagined," she cooed in her
adorable accent.
With Jeanette's warm breath on his shaft, and his eyes glued
to his sister fingering her own asshole, Billy was in heaven.
Jeanette broke his reverie by asking, "Billy, you have done it
with your sister, haven't you?"
As surprised as he was, Billy was quick to respond. "Nah, she
just teases me. We've never actually done it."
Barb brok in at that point. "Don't bullshit her, Billy. Why
don't you tell her all about it. She's a slut just like me."
Jeanette was about to unleash her best French tirade, when she
realized that Barb wasn't really insulting her. She toned down her
response: "I am not a slut. I do not have sex with my own
brother."
"Do you even have a brother?" Barb was now standing over
Jeanette, with her legs slightly parted, so that it seemed she was
interrogating the girl with her cunt.
"No I do not have a brother, but..."
"If you had a brother as hot as mine, you'd be fucking him
every day." Barb winked at Billy, who just smiled back... still a
little dumbfounded by the turn of events.
"That is not so. I... I mean... Billy, you are very good
looking, but I would not..."
Barb giggled at how flustered she had made Jeanette. She
decided it would be okay to push her to the limit. "Billy, I think
we could teach blondie a few things. For starters," Barb sniffed
the finger that she had been using in her asshole, "I wonder how
Jeanette feels about assfucking."
Billy laughed at that, but stopped when Barb roughly tugged at
Jeanette's golden tresses and shoved the smelly finger under her
nose. "Smell anything you like? That's my shit. Do you like it?"
"Hmmphff, get away," Jeanette cried out. But she didn't lift
her hands from Billy's lap to try to force Barb to stop.
"Come on, Jeanette, if you want my brother to fuck you, you'll
have to play my little games." Barb winked at Billy again.
"Don't you want my cock, Jeanette?" Billy added to the
torture.
Jeanette looked longingly at the striking big pillar of flesh
just inches in front of her eyes. "I want you, Billy. But your
sister is a mean... bitch, and I don't want her around when we do
it."
Barb tugged Jeanette's hair viciously backwards and kissed her
on the lips. The French girl tried to splutter away, but then
found that the kiss was just like a man's kiss, and she began to
probe back, her tongue smashing into Barb's. Barb broke off the
kiss and glared into the girl's blue eyes. She said slowly, "Don't
ever call me a bitch again or I'll make you very fucking sorry."
"Make her eat your pussy, Barb," Billy suggested, holding
Jeanette's hands still.
"Good idea, Billy." Barb straightened up and straddled
Jeanette's head. She felt the girl's breath on her distended
labia, but didn't feel the familiar slippery feeling of a tongue.
"Eat me, you little cunt. Lap up my wet pussy."
Jeanette grumbled for a moment, then looked at Billy's hand
slowly stroking up and down the beautiful, thick cock that she
would get as a reward. The cauldron of sexuality into which she
had fallen was affecting her more than she had realized. Her
tongue snaked out and touched female genitals for the first time.
She recognized the taste from the times she had sucked a man's cock
after he had been inside her, but it was also strangely different
þ fresher.
Barb moaned in sheer pleasure as she gazed at her brother's
hot dick and felt a new tongue slithering around her privates.
Billy, for his part, smiled drunkenly at Jeanette as she
performed cunnilingus as a novice. Jeanette smiled back between
swipes of the tongue.
"Go for my clit, dummy. You should know what to do," Barb
coaxed.
Without letting her tongue lose contact with the dribbling
surface of Barb's cunt, Jeanette replied, "Shut up. I'm doing the
best I can." Despite that comment, she redoubled her efforts and
moved her mouth up further to concentrate on Barb's clitoris.
"Hey, Billy," Barb said as the French girl vigourously
slavered her pussy, "I'm glad you brought this hot little bitch
home. She's pretty cute, and she knows what to do with her mouth."
Then Barb grabbed Jeanette's face and looked into her eyes. "Would
you like to suck on my brother's dick? I think he'd like that."
Barb shoved Jeanette's head towards Billy's quivering prick.
While all this drepravity was going on downstairs, Eddie and
Karen Johnson were settling back into bed.
"Barbie's taken a keen interest in you lately, Ed."
Ed looked at his wife with a rather bemused look on his face.
He scratched his balls and said, "Really? What do you mean?"
"I think she's going through a stage that makes her curious
about what it would be like to make love to her own father."
He laughed. "That's ridiculous. She won't even talk to me
most of the time, and when we do we usually fight."
Karen reached over and slid her hand into the fly of her
husband's pajamas. She wrapped her fingers around his limp dick
and squeezed for emphasis. "I'm telling you she wants this hot
dick inside her little cunt. And I think you'd love to try it
too."
Ed smiled mischievously at Karen. "I must admit I'm a little
tired of catching glimpses of her tits when she leans over, or a
flash of her pussy under her nightie. I end up coming to you for
some relief because I get so worked up. Thank God you're in the
mood to fuck almost all the time."
"So you'll try her out?"
"Absolutely, my dear. I think incest is one of the biggest
turn-ons I can think of."
"Well, then, you'll be interested to hear that I introduced
Billy to the wonderful world of pussy-pumping the other day."
Ed snapped a wide-eyed look towards his wife. "You let Billy
do it to you? You sick little bitch... your own son! God that's
amazing! So... well? How did the little brat perform?"
Karen cocked her head to one side. "Well, he was nervous. It
was so cute. I had to slide my finger up his ass to make him cum.
But for a little guy, it was a very impressive load when it came."
With all this talk, Karen wondered whether or not she should relate
the story of how this all got started þ that fateful day at the
dinner table. She decided it best wait until Ed had a chance to
absorb what he'd been told so far.
Karen was still stroking Ed's cock, and by now it had grown
out of his pajamas to a good-sized pole. She lowered her head and
kissed the tip. She scooped up a tiny drop of pre-cum fluid with
her tongue, the engulfed the bloated head with her mouth. Ed
moaned and leaned back into his pillows.
He made her stop sucking for a moment so he could slip off his
pajama bottoms. "Slide your fingers up my ass. I want to know
exactly what you did with Billy." Ed raised his knees to give her
better access to his shithole.
Karen once again popped her mouth off her husband's dick and
scooted around between his legs. From this new vantage point she
could see his asshole, balls, and shaft, as well as being able to
watch his face. "Wink at me with your asshole, baby," Karen cooed
as she ran the tip of her finger along his perineum and around his
anus.
Ed squeezed his anal muscles and the pink fleshy part of his
butthole briefly appeared for the amusement of his wife. "I'd
better not do too much of that or I'll end up shitting on the bed."
Karen giggled and then said, "So? That wouldn't be so bad.
We've never done anything that kinky before."
"What are you saying? Do you really want to give it a try?"
Karen pondered for a moment. "If we're going to start a chain
of incest in the family, hmmmm, maybe we should get really nasty in
our own bed." She knew that her husband's shit didn't offend her
þ she often went into the bathroom right after he had finished
taking a very smelly dump and she'd actually enjoyed the stench in
a strangely intimate way. She also remembered the time he had been
laid up in bed with shattered ankles from a car accident þ she
emptied his bedpan for him without hesitation. As she gazed at
Ed's bunghole, she tried to imagine the mess they could make in the
bed. "Okay, push baby," she finally said, "give me a nice smelly
shit to play with."
Ed grinned and grunted with his bowel muscles. "You, my dear,
are the biggest fucking slut I know. Here goes nothing." Ed could
feel a turd starting to come out. Karen responded excitedly.
"Here it comes, baby."
Karen hissed, "Yessss," as the brown lump inched its way out
of her husband's asshole.
As was usually the case when he took a shit, Eddie started to
piss too. The angle of his semi-hard cock sprayed the stream of
urine up onto his stomach, pooling the acrid liquid in his navel.
"Oh my god, what a mess. Karen, baby, you better like this, you
hot little cunt."
"I love it, baby. It is sooo nasty." Karen poked a finger
into the half-formed turd. "It's really hot and gooey. I bet it
would taste alright too..." Karen started to move her mouth
towards Ed's anus.
He flinched away from her. "You're not going to eat my shit
are you? You filthy pig, I bet you are."
Karen confirmed her intentions by popping the single faeces-
covered finger into her mouth. "Mmmmmm. I think I could get used
to this. Look how you've pissed all over yourself." She continued
to suck on her finger between sentences.
Ed squeezed again and the turd rushed out onto the bed as
another little squirt of urine jumped out of the end of his prick.
"There, you stinking cunt, do what ever you want with it while I
fuck you from behind."
Karen stroked the shit with her finger and watched her husband
get up off the bed, leaving a puddle of piss behind. "Go for it,
baby. Gimme a good hard fucking. Pretend that I'm a nasty little
slut you found in the men's washroom at the bus station."
Ed loved the picture his wife had just painted for him. The
bus station washrooms were always notoriously filthy, and any woman
he found there would obviously be a complete and utter trollop.
Karen mashed the turd into the covers, spreading a dark brown,
stinky stain outward from the centre. She giggled as she played.
"God this reeks. But you sure are a healthy little boy."
She was cut short when she felt Ed's cock brushing against the
opening to her gaping cunt. She was slicked up and pulsing in
anticipation, so she wondered why he was hesitating.
"Ram it into me, baby. Gimme some of your cock."
Without another word, or anymore teasing, Ed stroked his
steely dick into his wife's pussy. The folds of her labia caressed
the sides of his shaft as he moved in and out. He looked down to
see the wetness of her natural lubrication slicken the veiny
surface of his meat.
"Hey, slut," he addressed her as he pumped in and out.
"Yes, honey," she moaned.
"Do you think our daughter needs a bit of a spanking for
getting me so fucking horny tonight?"
Karen looked back at her husband. "You mean Barbie did this
to you? I thought it was me being such a slut that got you going."
"Yeah. I saw that flash of her cute little pussy... and you
got me thinking about sliding my dick in there. Are we sick, or
what? I mean, Billy's your son; she's my own daughter."
Karen just moaned and moved her hips to meet her husband's
thrusts. Her hands were coated in his shit, and she felt totally
content.
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