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Downstairs, Jeanette was energetically slurping on Billy's
cock, while Barb looked on.
Billy was sobering up and he couldn't believe what was
happening. He was sharing his girlfriend with his sister, and he
realized that it wouldn't have been half as good if he wasn't doing
just that.
He smiled over Jeanette's bobbing head to Barb, who was lewdly
sprawled naked in a chair across from him. She didn't notice him
at first because she was enthralled with Jeanette's enthusiastic
suck-job. Then she saw Billy looking at he, and she winked back at
him.
"Does she suck it good, Billy?"
"Yeah, sis, really good," he answered out loud. Then he
mouthed, so Jeanette couldn't hear: "You're better."
Billy woke up with a severe hangover. He hardly recalled the
previous night's debauchery. He wondered what Jeanette would do
the next time she saw him at school.
Toby was sleeping at the foot of his bed as usual. He kicked
the dog off his bed and looked foggily at the clock.
He rubbed his genitals lazily. There was a crusty layer on
his dick and balls. He shook his head and wondered exactly what
had happened.
He heard someone in the shower. He also heard his parents
voices in the kitchen two flights below. He concluded it was
Barbie in the shower and he decided to go in and talk to her.
He was happy to find the bathroom door unlocked. He slipped
in and locked the door behind him.
"Barbie?" he called out softly so as not to scare her.
She jumped a bit anyway, not used to intruders during her
morning shower. "Jeez, Billy, what do you want?"
He slipped off his robe and stood naked at the glass shower
doors. "I just wanted to wash off my dick. Whose juice is all
over me anyway?"
Barb giggled and opened the shower door to look at Billy.
"Mine, silly. Don't you remember anything? Maybe you should lay
off the alcohol, kid." She laughed again and Billy stared as her
melon-like breasts jiggled.
"Fuck that idea; I was just a little bit tipsy." Billy
blushed as he stood there naked while his equally naked, soaking
wet sister chastised him.
"I bet you don't even remember coming into my room this
morning do you?"
"Whu..." Billy was puzzled.
Barb tapped his shoulder with her fist. "You dummy. You
stumbled into my room at about five-thirty and stood over my bed
stroking your dick." Barb shook her head. "I can't believe you
don't remember. Your cock," she grabbed it for emphasis, "was so
fucking hard and veiny, it was driving me crazy."
Billy looked down at his sister's hand as it tugged gently on
his limp, crusty prick.
"I thought you were going to squirt cum all over my bed, but
you suddenly lost interest and just walked out without saying a
word. Face it, Billy: you were pissed."
Billy smiled. "Okay. I guess I was." He looked up again
into his sister's pretty blue eyes and saw a glimmer of wickedness.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing," she said coyly, still fiddling with his dick.
"Come, on... what is it?"
"Well. I was just thinking about the last time we were in
this bathroom together. About the warm wet shower you gave me...
running down between my tits. And how much pain your big hard cock
made for my naughty little asshole. Do you remember that Billy?"
Billy gulped and his semi-stiff tool burst into full hardness.
"And I was also thinking... Do you remember when you were a
little boy and I would tease you by showing you my little boobies
and my tiny little hairless cunt when we were on long trips in the
car? Mommy and Daddy would sit in the front seat, not suspecting
a thing."
"Oh, I think at least Mom knew something was going on. But
she never said anything. You were a real cock-teaser when you were
twelve."
Barb looked up, but continued to stroke his dick with her
hand. "But I'm not a teaser anymore, am I Billy? I want your cock
all the time. I want it in my mouth and in my cunt and most of all
I want it up my ass. Since we started doing it, I want you to fuck
me anywhere, anytime, anyplace."
"Why?" Billy asked, not knowing what kind of answer she'd
come up with.
"Why?" she paused only a second. "Because I'm your big sister
and all those years I teased you when you didn't deserve it...
well, I saw your little cock get hard sometimes, and I should have
let you relieve yourself... and now you can relieve yourself any
way you wantþall over me." She winked at him, happy that she had
made the double entendre work.
"What do you mean?"
Exasperated that she had to explain herself, Barb simply let
air rush between her tongue and upper teeth: "Pssssssssss."
"Uh, you mean really?"
"Didn't you like it?"
Billy blushed. "Yeah, I guess. It was pretty kinky."
Barbara giggled. "That's for sure. But didn't you feel good
knowing we could do anything together?"
"Sure. Yeah. I guess." Billy's erection was waning as his
sister kept stroking it. He was still feeling the effects of the
alcohol. And his bladder was full.
"Hey, Billy? You know how we sort of abused Jeanette last
nightþor do you remember it at all?" Barb let go of his prick and
took a towel off the rack to start drying off.
He replaced her hand with his own to fiddle with the softening
sex tube. "Yeah."
"Well, did you get turned on watching her eat me?"
Billy looked up and smiled at Barb, who was wrapping a towel
around her head. "She was pretty horny after all wasn't she?"
"Mmhmm. But how would you like to see some guys doing it to
me? Like Leon or Jack? They were raring to go at the party last
night... but I kind of wanted you to be there. What do you think?"
Billy raised one eyebrow. "I think it would be alright. I
guess it would be like being at a live porno movie."
"Yeah," Barb exclaimed. "And you'd have front row seats."
She paused nervously. "So... do you want to try it?"
Billy laughed. He gently pushed her aside and stepped up to
toilet. "What? Do we just call them up and invite them over?"
Barb examined her breasts in the mirror, but she watched Billy
out of the corner of her eye, waiting for his stream to begin. "I
know I can snag them... you leave it to me."
Later, Barb called Billy into her bedroom. He had just thrown
on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but she was assembling her attire
more carefully.
Barb had squeezed into a tight black cotton miniskirt with
black stockings underneath. She was trying to decide what to wear
on top. Billy was fascinated by her swaying tits as she flipped
the clothes in her closet back and forth.
"Help me find something to wear with this skirt."
Billy casually looked through her clothesrack and shrugged.
"How should I know... you look great right now."
She clicked her tongue. "You're no help. I need something
that would really turn a guy on. I'm going studhunting, and I need
bait, you idiot."
Finally Billy said, "You want to fulfill one of my fantasies?"
"Now you're talking... what?"
Billy reached in and hefted out her thick black leather
jacket. "Put this on over a lacy white bra. And wear lots of
makeup and perfume."
Grabbing the jacket and holding it up to appraise its
condition, she hummed agreement.
Billy had called Jeanette and Leon to arrange a dinner at
Jupiter, a fifties-style diner that was popular with the young
crowd. Barb was very excited and happy that Jeanette was still
interested in Billy after last night.
"She even asked if you had a good time last night," Billy
related to his sister.
"Wow," Barb exclaimed, "I guess I wasn't too rough with her."
"Either that or she can't resist me even though my sister is
a bitch," Billy joked, jumping out of the way of Barb's swat.
"You better hope she sucks your cock tonight, because I sure
won't," Barb retaliated. She stuck her tongue out at Billy as they
went downstairs.
Their father was in the living room, sitting on the couch with
Toby lying at his feet. He looked up over his paper as his kids
bounded down the stairs towards the front door.
"Hold it!" he called. Barb and Billy froze. "Barb, where are
you going dressed like that?"
"Jupiter," Barb answered matter-of-factly.
"You look like a street-walking whore. Are you even wearing
anything under that?"
Although Ed had meant her jacket, Barb thought he had
discovered the fact that she wasn't wearing panties, so she said
resignedly, "I'll go upstair and put on some panties if you want,
Daddy."
Ed grabbed the hem of Barb's skirt and tugged it up, exposing
her luscious brown bush.
Even Billy's eyebrows went up when he realized that Barb had
gone all out for the sleazy look. But Ed was furious. "You slut!
Sit in this chair. Now!"
Ed was intent on demonstrating that Barb could never retain an
ounce of decorum with just the short skirt covering her. Sure
enough, when Barb sat down, her pussy flashed for Ed and Billy to
see. "Okay, Billy, are you prepared to take your sister out in
public with her... her... cunt hanging out like that?"
"Uh, no sir. I would be kind of embarrassed." Billy shrugged
at Barb, indicating that their dad had a point.
Barb shook her head disgustedly. She spread her legs wide and
crossed her arms. "There, you two prudes, now you can really see
my cunt. Pretty embarrassing, huh?"
Karen wandered in from the kitchen at this point and clapped
a hand over her mouth. She was not shocked; she was stifling a
giggle.
"Billy," Karen said, "why is your sister on display like
this?"
"Jeez Mom, ask Dad. He's the one who's trying to make a
point."
Ed shrugged. "She's a slut, sweetheart. She was actually
planning on going out dressed like that."
"Well I think we've seen enough of your pussy, Barbara. Cover
up and let me talk to your father about this. Sit tight."
Karen coralled Ed into the kitchen where Billy could only hear
muffled whispers. He glanced helplessly at Barb, who was still
angry that he had not supported her.
In the kitchen Karen was telling her husband not to be such a
hypocrite.
"You know you'd be the first cock to dive into that steamy
little gash if you didn't have a hang-up about fucking your own
daughter. Let me tell you, babyþit's worth letting go of those
inhibitions. She'd love her daddy to take a poke at her. Why
don't you go for it? Billy and I will cheer you on." Karen was
stroking her husband's shaft through his trousers and he had
developed an immense hard-on.
"Are you going to get it on with Billy while I'm doing Barb?"
"Sure, if you want me to. I think the little punk is spoiled
with so much pussy at home: he's fucking Barb already you know."
"I kind of figured that one out." Ed smiled and grabbed
Karen's ass. "Why don't you start things off for me. I'm still
not sure she's ready for her old dad to slip her the stick."
"Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's go, you big
cum squirting sex machine. We're off to show our kids how much we
love them, with a little sucking and fucking." Karen winked and
led Ed back out to the living room.
Billy was sitting across from Barb, who still had her legs
spread. Her labia was swollen and glistening; she had obviously
been playing with herself.
"Are you keeping your brother entertained, sweetheart?" Karen
asked Barb.
"I think he likes it, Mom," Barb said.
"Show Mommy how much you like seeing your sister's cunt,
Billy," Karen commanded. She nodded her head at Billy's crotch.
Billy looked questioningly at his father, wondering why this
scenario could be played out without his disagreement.
With an impatient snarl, Karen said, "Stand up and show me how
hard you are young man!"
Billy snapped to attention, shocked by his mother's directive
and his father's inaction. He stood there looking confused. Barb
was smiling, and fiddling with her labia.
Karen stamped up to Billy and tugged at his belt buckle. "I
know your little cock is rock hard after seeing your sister's hot
pussy yawning open at you. Show it to us. Now!" She flipped open
the buckle and fumbled with her son's fly.
Billy batted her hands away and unzipped his own jeans. His
hard fleshy pole was immediately evident under his white cotton
briefs. His mother quickly dragged Billy's jeans and briefs all
the way down to his ankles, sniffing his pubic region as her head
passed that point. "There," she exclaimed triumphantly, "now we
can see just what effect Barbie was having on you. Ed, take a look
at your son's cock. I bet you've never seen him all excited like
this before."
Billy's dad moved around in front of his son and appraised the
boy's splendidly pulsing lance. "Very impressive, son." Then he
shocked Billy by clasping his palm around the shaft, as casually as
if he was shaking his son's hand. "And it's pretty damn stiff,
too."
With his father's hand on his cock, Billy remembered the porno
movie that had given him mixed feelings: the father reaching
between his young son's legs. This scenario was too damn similar;
it was almost creepy. But Billy's erection did not wane. He
smiled proudly at his sister, who was gazing in fascination at the
decidedly homosexual interaction.
"I can see why Barb has been spending a lot of time with you,"
Ed commented. He let go of Billy's cock and turned to his
daughter. "And you sure have a good reason to spend time with her.
How's my hot little slut of a daughter? Is your pussy wet enough
yet?"
"Wet enough for what Daddy?" Barb cooed, squeezing her
shoulders together to push out her substantial bust.
"For this," Ed said breezily as he dropped his own trousers to
the floor. He held his throbbing tool out for Barb to evaluate.
Karen tittered with delight. "Isn't he dreamy, Barbie?
That's the cock that's kept me happy for twenty years of marriage."
Barb was aglow. Her lips parted, but she couldn't speak.
Eventually she motioned for her father to come closer. When he
did, she simply dropped to her knees on the floor and popped the
man's prick into her mouth.
Ed groaned loudly, letting out the relief of years of lusting
after his own daughter and the more immediate feeling of getting a
hard-on slicked up with spit.
Billy shook his head. "Wow," was all he could utter.
Karen, in control as usual, grabbed Barb's hair and pushed her
face forward onto Ed's choking shank of meat. Although Barb gagged
slightly, she appreciated the extra effort she was forced to make
to deep-throat her beloved father's prick. But Karen wasn't
finished. She pushed Ed's shoulders forward and whispered to him:
"Bend over the chair, sweetheart."
Ed's hands supported his upper body as he bent ninety degrees
at the waist. Barb had to turn her head to the side to keep up
cock-suction in the suddenly constricted space.
Billy was watching his mother with fascination. She knelt
down behind Ed and kissed all over his buttcheeks. Then she dipped
her tongue into the exposed crevice of his ass. Billy smiled
incredulously; his mom sure had a thing about buttholes. His cock
twitched as he recalled how she had coaxed an orgasm out of him
during his initiation on the couch.
With two female tongues working him over, Ed was in heaven.
He tried to lean over even further to permit his wife to lick
deeper into his rectum. She obliged with lacivious probings into
his bowels.
Billy was fascinated with his mother's analingus. He
naturally started to stroke himself while he watched, not even
realizing that his hand had wandered there.
Her son's interest was soon noted by Karen and she decided to
give Billy something to do. "Come here, Billy. Bring that big,
beautiful prick with you." She smiled and held Ed's asscheeks
apart with her hands. "Do you want a place to shove that cock of
yours?" she asked, panting. Her face was glistening with saliva.
"Yeah," Billy sighed, aching for a chance to fuck his mother
again.
"I want you to slip it in here," Karen tapped a free finger at
the puckered, but gaping ring of Ed's anus.
Billy took a step back. What was she saying?
"Come here," she growled. "Do what I say while it's still wet
enough to take your big prick. Just think of it as any other hot
wet hole."
Not completely oblivious to what was happening behind him, Ed
grunted out his own persuasion: "Come on, son. I won't mind a
bit."
"I bet," Billy thought. He slowly stepped forward and felt a
quiver in his stomach. Normally he would have thought it was
nausea, but his erection had not diminished even a little. He
stood a few inches away from his father's protruding backside and
froze. His mother grasped him by the base of his prick and tugged
him towards the target. Slobbering some more lubrication on the
tip of her son's cock, she guided it to Ed's waiting anus.
Billy almost lost consciousness when he felt the heat of his
father's asshole envelope his wildly pulsating dick. It was so hot
he wondered if his shaft was actually melting as it went in.
Excited by her newfound perversion, Karen shouted, "Yes, yes.
Oh, Billy fuck your daddy's ass like a good boy."
Following her command blindlyþhe literally had his eyes
clenched shutþBilly thrust forward until he felt his pelvis touch
his father hairy buttcheeks. Then he pulled out and thrust forward
again. He realized that his own grunting was amplified by his
father's equally loud outbursts.
Karen watched from inches away as her son's shaft disappeared
into her husband's straining butthole. She gleamed with
accomplishment.
Barb popped her mouth off her dad's cock to ask what was going
on on the other side. She had sensed a change in her father's
dick-pulse. Now she realized the pulse was attuned to Billy's
thrusts. She shuffled around to sit opposite her mom on the other
side of the assfucking action. Billy's cock looked massive as it
plunged in and out of a male anus for the first time. The sight
made Barb's pussy gush; she thought about how that very cock had
invaded her own bowels in much the same way. But this was the
first time she had witnessed gay sex in real life: made extra
intense by the fact that it was being performed by her father and
brother together.
Billy finally opened his eyes and looked down. He watched his
slick member pump in and out of his dad's ass. He noticed the
pretty faces of his mom and sister on either side of the perverted
exhibition, watching intently.
Separated from the rest of them by the fact that he was facing
the other way, Ed simply concentrated on relaxing his rectal
muscles. It had been a long time since he'd been fucked by a guy.
Once in college he had experimented with his roommate, but it was
always too furtive and covert to really enjoy. Now he was
savouring the feel of Billy's poker massaging his prostate gland.
Ed looked down and watched a clear drop of jism drip from the end
of his stiff cock.
Barb leaned in and insinuated her tongue between the two men,
slurping at Billy's shaft each time it appeared. "Mmm," she
remarked, "Daddy's assjuice tastes so good on your cock Billy.
Keep fucking him."
"Yeah," Karen said, "make yourself cum up your father's ass.
You'd like that wouldn't you Ed?" Karen was pulling off her
housedress and underwear, leaving Barb the most clothed person in
the family.
Grunting, Ed replied, "Yeah, Billy. Just shoot the whole load
up there."
Egged on by his parents' coaxing, Billy felt a rumble that
signified the onset of orgasm. He relaxed and went with it...
looking forward to filling his dad's ass with cum. Eventually his
cock expanded enough to make his dad groan in pain, and the
torrents of semen flushed into Ed's bowels.
Barb kept licking as the space between Billy and her father
got smaller, but the juices got tastier. Karen started stroking
Ed's cock, but realized that she had begun the process too late to
make him cum with Billy, so she stopped.
With a wet pop, Billy stumbled back away from his father, who
himself collapsed forward into the chair. Barb dove on Billy's
dwindling penis, mouth ready to suck away all the sinful effluvium.
Karen concentrated on the husband, putting an arm around his
heaving shoulders and gently dabbing his seeping asshole with her
free hand. "That was great Ed. You're a sick fucking pervert
letting your son shoot a load up your ass, but that's why I love
you." She kissed him tenderly. Then she pulled him down off the
chair so he lay face up on the carpet. "Eat my pussy while you
recover." She straddled his head and spread her labia over his
nose, mashing the wet hole of her cunt onto his panting mouth.
Across the room, Billy had hauled Barb off his cock and up to
his face, where he was kissing her and tasting in her mouth the
diluted flavour of his dad's shithole. He was in shock at the
perversion he had just taken part in, but a general feeling of
well-being seemed to flow underneath.
"How did you like that?" Barb asked, caressing his chest and
looking into his glazed eyes.
"His ass was almost as nice as yours. But I think I'll stick
to girlsþ"
"Unless Mom tells you different, huh?" Barb teased him about
how he had folded to their mother's every command. "Yes, ma'am!"
she mocked.
Billy just sneered. He was too wiped out to argue.
The two youngsters watched their parents sixty-nine to
explosive, messy orgasms. Then, although they were an hour late
and smelled like sex, they kept their date with Leon and Jeanette.
The follow week the Johnsons took their mini-van up to the
mountains for a celebratory getaway. Ed was driving, Karen rode
shotgun, and Barb and Billy sat in the backseat. Toby climbed into
the space behind the backseat for the journey up to a rented cabin.
They were celebrating several things, the most important of
which was their new business venture: a video store that Ed had
bought and was now running with the help of his family and friends.
The usually quiet ride was bursting with lively discussion
about plans, dreams... and sex.
"If we make a lot off the video store," Barb hypothesized, "we
can buy a bigger house and I can have an art studio, right?"
Ed laughed. "Well, you'll all have to put in a hell of a lot
of hours if we're going to make it that big. We've basically got
a sweet deal that will keep us comfortable. I'm not sure about
getting rich."
"Hey, Barbie," Karen said, "did you remember to pack the video
camera like I told you?"
"Yes, Mom," Barb sighed. "And I also brought my 35mm camera."
"It should be beautiful this time of year. You'll get some
great landscape shots, Barbie."
"And some great action shots of your mother," Ed chortled.
"She'll be naked and running through the woods before I get the car
in park."
Karen smirked at Ed. "Maybe I'll find a friendly bear in the
woods who'll be nicer to me than you are."
"Now that would make a picture, eh Barbie?" Ed laughed. "Your
mother on all fours getting stuffed full of bearcock."
Barb and Billy snickered for a moment until Karen whirled a
glare of disdain back at them.
"Is anyone else hungry?" Billy asked.
Ed looked back at his son in the rearview mirror. "Already?
Christ Billy, we've only been on the road for an hour."
Karen tapped Ed's arm. "Calm down sweetheart. Let's stop
soon anyway, I have to piss."
"Me too," Barb said.
"Okay, okay. You must have the tiniest bladders in the
world," Ed grumbled. "But we've still go three hours of driving
left and I want to get there early enough to take a hike to the top
of Mount Drydenþwhile there's still daylight."
They pulled off at a small roadside diner, which was full of
tourists and truckers. Both Karen and Barb elicited a few
lascivious looks and one or two wolf whistles. Billy and Ed just
shook their heads and went up to the take-out counter.
The girl taking orders was a fresh young teeny-bopper,
probably about fourteen years old. Billy immediately took a shine
to her, and Ed fought off a lust of his own. The nametag pinned
above the girl's pert left tit said Cathi. The fabric of her
uniform strained across her breasts, indicating that she may have
recently started filling out in that area.
"May I help you?" she asked sullenly, but then looked up to
see Billy grinning at her. She immediately brightened.
"Two cheesedogs to go," Billy said in his coolest FM disc
jockey voice.
She beamed back at him and called out the order to the cooks
in the back. "Are you just passing through?" Cathi asked.
Billy looked up at his dad, who took the hint and moved off to
look at the magazines on a nearby rack. "We live about an hour
from here," he said, trying to make it sound like they came through
all the time. But he also felt a time pressure to see what kind of
chance he had with her. He pressed the point: "You look great in
that uniform. It's kind of tight at the front, huh?"
She blushed and looked around to see who was in earshot. Then
she confided to Billy: "All the guys who come through here look at
my boobs, but you're the first one who's said anything."
"You've got real nice ones. No wonder everyone looks."
Blushing a deeper shade of pink, Cathi tsked and then said,
"You're a rude boy, aren't you? My mamma warned me about boys like
you."
Billy folded his arms across his chest and then leaned into
the counter. "And what did your mamma tell you boys like me would
do?"
Cathi whispered: "All sorts of nasty stuff, I guess. But
you'll just try getting into my panties won't you?"
Billy rippled his eyebrows and said, "I'd love to." Not
getting much in the way of discouragement, Billy was gaining
confidence. But then he saw his mother and sister weaving their
way through the crowd toward him. "Whaddaya say?"
Cathi shook her head. "Well, I'm only thirteen. I don't
think my mamma would let me go out with a boy like you."
"I'm only fifteen," Billy explained. "I'm just advanced for
my age." His dad tapped him on the shoulder, and Billy cursed
under his breath. "See you later."
Cathi watched Billy and his family all the way back to their
car. She wondered if she'd ever see the exciting rude boy again.
"Nice little titties on that tart behind the counter, eh
Billy," his dad joshed as they got back in the van.
"God, Dad, I wanted to slip one into her so bad."
Barb tried to spy the girl they were talking about, but there
was too much glare on the windows. "Was she cute, Daddy?"
"Oh, Barbie, you were just as cute when you were her age," Ed
said. "What was she, Billy, just a bit younger than you?"
Billy shrugged. "She was thirteen."
"Oh-ho, I fucked a thirteen year-old once in Bangkok. She
bled all over the bed. It was pretty messy, but I still shot a
load of cum into her tight little cunt." Ed grinned into the
rearview mirror.
Karen added, "Yeah, but you had to pay about two hundred bucks
for the privilege. I bet Billy could get that little tramp all
soaked in cum for free. Couldn't you sweetheart?"
Billy shrugged again. "I think she liked me. I had her
talking dirty after the first few seconds."
"Maybe we'll stop by here on the way back," Ed suggested. "If
you really get her heated up, maybe I'll get a chance to dip my
wick too."
Karen punched Ed goodnaturedly in the arm. "You fucking pig.
Let Billy enjoy his own fun."
At the cabin, they unloaded all their gear, opened up the
windows to freshen the place up, and started cooking dinner.
Karen stood over the woodstove, monitoring the progress of the
fish she was frying. Ed, Barb, and Billy ran down to the stream to
play fetch with Toby.
After few successful throw and retrieve cycles, Toby caught
the scent of something wilder than the stick and ran off into the
woods.
Billy suggested Tag as a replacement game, and designated Barb
"it." Barb scowled for a moment, then took off like a shot towards
the stream. Ed, who had played football in college, easily cut off
her path of escape, but failed to actually catch her. She darted
uphill again, leaping away from Billy at the last minute. As she
ran, her breasts bounced wildly from side to side, but the motion
didn't slow her down. On the contrary, she felt as if they hurtled
her along with each swing; she managed to stay ahead of her
pursuers.
Ed was losing air as the slope steepened. He eventually waved
Billy on and stopped by a large oak tree to catch his breath.
Billy went only a few steps farther, then stumbled back down the
hill to recover with his father.
Barb, no longer hearing crashing twigs behind her, stopped and
turned. She called from the top of the hill, "What's the matter,
boys. Too quick for you?" She was hardly out of breath at all.
Flashing Barb the finger, Billy turned to his dad. "Are you
okay, Dad?"
Not willing to use any breath for words, Ed just nodded.
When Barb sauntered back down the hill, she giggled at the
panting pair. "I think I deserve a prize for being such a fine
specimen of female superiority."
Ed, who was getting back his strength, said, "You better hope
we don't catch you now, or you'll get a hell of a prize."
Barb jumped back, laughing. "Oooo, Daddy! Maybe a couple of
nice big cocks to play with?"
Billy smiled, but Ed sneered at his daughter. "When we take
out our cocks, we won't be playing around!" Ed unzipped his jeans
and tugged out his cock, as if to carry out the threat. Then he
reached over and tugged at Billy's fly. "Whip out your dick,
Billy. Show Barbie what she's in for."
Barb grinned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, let's
see what you boys have to offer."
Billy's rock hard prong popped out as soon as his jeans and
gitch dropped. But he looked over and saw his dad fiddling with a
conspicuously flaccid member. "What's wrong, Dad. You worn out
from chasing Barbie?"
Ed looked disgustedly down at his unresponsive tube. "I guess
so, Billy. How about a hand?"
Billy shrugged. "What do you want me to do?"
"Give it a little suck. It'll spring back to normal in no
time."
Billy shook his head. "I don't think so Dad; get Barb to do
it."
Ed flared up in anger. He whispered to Billy: "She's the one
we're trying to intimidate. We've got her cornered. I'm not going
to ask her for help."
"Just because Mom convinced me to do it up your butt that one
time doesn't mean I'm going to get all excited about letting you
put your dick in my mouth." But the problem was it did excite him.
Billy willed himself to think about women. But, his mind kept
replaying the scene in their living room when he was introduced to
gay sex. Over and over again he saw his own cock disappearing into
his father's asshole.
Ed tried another approach. "It's not a big deal, Billy. It
doesn't mean you're a fag all of a sudden. I'm your father, not
some queen at a gay bar downtown."
"Well, I guess. But you sure seem to dig homo stuff."
"Any way I can get off I will. If Toby's asshole was big
enough I'd probably fuck him too. Come on, Billy, just a little
suck. I just want to get hard; I don't need to cum in your mouth
or anything."
Billy sighed, "Alright, for fuck sake!" He sunk to his knees
in front of his father. He could smell the older man's sweat.
"But you better get me that motorbike I want next year."
Laughing, Ed thrust his hips towards his son's face. "Just
suck the fucking thing, and we'll see what kind of a job you do."
Billy popped the limp prick into his mouth and slurped. It
didn't taste bad at all. And it was pretty neat feeling the tube
expand quickly to a rigid slab of meat. He started bobbing his
head and using his hand at the base, the way he had taught Jeanette
to suck his own cock.
His dad started groaning. Barb giggled from afar, but didn't
step any closer because that would make it too easy for them.
Billy popped his mouth off his dad's cock and sneered at Barb.
Then he continued sucking.
"Okay, Billy," grunted Ed, "you better stop before I cum.
That was a great blowjob, but I'm still not promising a motorbike."
Billy, who had stopped as soon as his dad had said so,
starting pumping with his hand again. "If I let you cum in my
mouth will you buy the motorbike?"
"No!" Ed batted Billy away. "You're turning into a little
hustler, aren't you?"
Billy stood up and toyed with his own erection, looking down
at his father's incredibly transformed prick, which was slick with
his saliva.
Barb was trying hard not to masturbate while all this went on.
"Are you two faggots finished? I thought I was the one you were
going to snag."
The comment about faggots stung Billy because his homophobic
feelings continued to linger. "Shut up you bitch! Maybe Toby will
fuck you when he finishes rabbit hunting."
Ed laughed and said, "That lazy mutt couldn't hump Barbie if
he wanted to."
Barb winced and thought for a moment about Toby clambering up
onto her while she waited on all fours like a bitch in heat. It
actually intrigued her, but she couldn't decide if it also turned
her on or not. "Oh, Daddy, don't be so sure. He's probably a real
stud in the doggy world."
Barb and her father chuckled, but Billy remained sullen,
intently staring at the ground. He wandered away, cursing his
sister for making a fool of him and cursing his dad for making him
into a practicing bisexual.
Barb and Ed ignored Billy's departure. They were staring too
intently at each other. Barb stared at her father's erect prong,
and Ed stared at his daughter's generous breasts.
Back at the cabin, Karen was just taking the fish out of the
pan when Billy walked through the door. He was still angry about
being snubbed by Barb, and his weakness at having submitted to
homosexual acts in the first place.
"What's the matter with you?" his mother asked.
Shocked that his feelings showed so easily, Billy waved her
off and went into his bedroom. He flopped on the bed and closed
his eyes.
His mother stood by the doorframe and looked at him. "Are you
sick or something?"
Billy sighed. "Nah, I just wanted to lie down for a while."
Karen sat beside her son's prone body. She stroked her hands
over his chest and ran them down across his crotch and thighs.
"Your cock's kind of hard. Do you want to tell me what you're
thinking about?"
Billy couldn't believe that his cock would betray him like
this. He realized that despite his anger, he was still turned on
by the depravity in the woods. "Mom, don't make it worse. Stop
touching my cock."
Karen roughly squeezed the boy's member through his jeans.
"You've been messing around with Barbie in the woods haven't you."
If only that had been the truth, Billy thought. "No, Mom.
It's not that. We haven't messed around in a while."
Karen looked at him doubtfully. "Nothing? Have you been
spending time with your father instead?"
Billy winced. It was all her fault. She was the one who'd
started all this in the first place. "Yeah," he said quietly.
"Dad's been getting me to do stuff for him."
Karen smiled and hugged her son. "There's nothing wrong with
that sweetheart. Your dad loves you just as much as your sister
and I do. He should be able to show it too."
Billy shrugged. She made him feel a bit better. He put a
hand up and grabbed his mother's left tit through her lumberjack
shirt. "But he doesn't have all the interesting parts that you and
Barb do."
His mother clasped his hand onto her breast. "Didn't you like
fucking your dad in the ass, Billy?"
He shrugged again. "I guess so. It makes me hard and
everything, but it also kind of grosses me out."
Karen giggled. "If it felt good and it makes you hard, what's
so gross?" Karen started unzipping her son's fly. "You think
about that. In the meantime, get your cock out where I can see it.
I think I'm feeling the urge to suck on something."
Billy grinned and watched his mother unveil his prick, which
was now fully hard and dripping a bit at the tip. "Okay, Mom, go
ahead and suck on it."
Karen leaned into her son's lap, feeling his hands boldly
grope her breasts. She inhaled the muskiness of his crotch and
licked the tip of his cock. Then she engulfed the entire shaft
deep into her mouth.
Billy grunted. "Fuck, that feels good."
She popped her mouth off. "Don't cum too quick. I want to
taste it for a while."
Billy stroked his mother's hair. "Would you let me fuck you
in the ass sometime, Mom?"
Looking up at him out of the corner of her eye, Karen pondered
for a moment. "I think I'd let you. Would you want me to clean
myself out first?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you want it messy or clean? I mean do you mind getting
shit on your cock or not?"
Billy thought about the time he had pushed into Barb's ass and
felt a clump of shit press against his dick. It had added to the
naughtiness of the act. "I wouldn't mind getting shit on it."
She shrugged and sucked a little more. Then she asked, "I
think I'd really like my son to fuck me in the ass. Are you sure
you wouldn't want to give me an enema before you assfucked me?"
"An enema?"
"You know what that is don't you?"
"Yeah. Flushing out your shit with warm water."
Karen smiled, still stroking his cock with her hand. "That's
right, I think an enema is a fun way to clean out your asshole.
You could pump warm water up my ass and then watch everything
squirt out. Would you like that?"
"Sure, Mom." He pushed her head back down onto his cock and
moved his hips in a humping motion.
She co-operated by slurping his shaft into her mouth again.
After the stay at the cabin, the Johnsons drove back along the
same highway and ended up at the same roadside diner. Cathi, the
cute little countergirl, was all smiles when the family walked in.
As if on cue her nipples perked up through the thin material of her
undersized uniform.
"You came back!" she declared as she came towards Billy.
"Yep. And we're all starving, so you'll get a big tip if you
treat us well." Billy sank down into the bench at a booth in the
corner. Cathi grinned and looked around at the attractive faces of
Billy's family.
The father smiled back and winked at her. For some reason,
Cathi felt the man's eyes peeling away her uniform and running over
her skin. It was a little unsettling, but not unpleasant. She
returned his wink.
She took their orders and trotted off to the kitchen.
As soon as she was gone, Karen whispered to the rest of the
family: "I think she'd love a good hard fuck from Billy."
Barb nudged Billy with her elbow. "Do you think she's ever
had cum dribbling out of her asshole, Billy?"
Overhearing the comment, Ed piped up, "Barbie, give the girl
some credit. They're starting very young these days."
"Yeah, but judging by the way she seems so overprotected, it's
probably her father's cum if anyone's," Karen observed.
Barbie grinned at that. "Well, there's nothing wrong with
having your dad's jizz flowing out of you. I wish it happened to
me all the time." She reached across and winked at her father.
Karen shook her head, disapprovingly. "It can't happen all
the time. Your father needs to squirt a little in me every once in
a while. And I think," she threw a wicked glance at her son,
"he'll be needing some for Billy too."
Billy felt a strange shiver run through his body, but he
didn't have time to reply because Cathi was on her way back to the
table with the drinks.
When they had finished eating, they waited for Ed to count out
the tip. Then Billy followed his father to the men's room while
Barb and Karen went to their own washroom.
In the men's room, there was a stall, a urinal, and a sink
with a mirror and hand dryer. It was small by public washroom
standards.
"Fuck, does it ever stink in here," Ed snorted.
"Yeah," Billy said as he stepped up to the urinal. "I guess
it doesn't get cleaned all that often."
"Maybe Cathi's not doing her job."
Looking back over his shoulder, Billy smirked. "I doubt her
parents let her in here. The smell might bother her."
They chuckled about that one and Billy waited for his father
to finish pissing. Then they went outside to wait for the females.
Before Barb and Karen returned, Cathi sauntered up to Billy
and said "Are you leaving already? I wanted to thank you for the
tip."
"That was my dad," Billy said, jerking a thumb at Ed.
"Well," Ed raised his eyebrows, "if I'd been in the can before
I gave you the tip, it would have been a lot smaller."
Confused, Cathi asked, "What do you mean?"
"The men's room stinks. Who's in charge of cleaning it?" Ed
stepped towards her, intimidating the small girl with his size.
"My mom. But she's been away for a couple of days. I guess
I should have checked it." Cathi seemed upset.
Ed gently took her hand. "Come and see what I mean."
Billy grinned. He followed them into the men's washroom.
Cathi frowned at the state of the facilities. "God. This is
pretty bad."
"Would you like to use this toilet?" Ed pointed at the bowl,
which was overflowing with streams of toilet paper, small lumps of
shit, and a froth of urine.
She shook her head. But then she sniffed in resignation.
"Men are so disgusting. How could anyone make such a mess?"
Billy piped up at that moment. "Hey, Cathi, when you gotta go
you gotta go."
Cathi suddenly felt nervous being in the small washroom with
two men she didn't know. Actually the young one seemed pretty
harmless, but his father was a little odd. Still, she felt that
same mixed feeling about him that she'd felt when he'd undressed
her with his eyes in the restaurant.
Then she felt a hand moving up the back of her thigh, pushing
up the already high hem of her uniform. She whirled around and
realized it was Billy.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh..." Billy was dumbfounded for only a second. "I was
wondering if you were wearing any panties."
"Well I am, so quit wondering." She stepped away from Billy,
into the puddle caused by the overflowing toilet.
Ed chuckled. "You're going to get a soaker if you back up any
further."
She looked down and jumped forward into Billy's arms. "Yech."
Billy pushed her away again and she stumbled backwards. She
came to rest sitting on the toilet, her butt hanging in the soggy
mass of toilet paper, piss, and shit.
Roaring with laughter, Ed said, "Oh, boy. Now you've done it,
son. Are you okay, little miss?"
Angry, but mostly embarrassed, Cathi stood up and smoothed her
hands over the filthy, wet seat of her dress. She stank. "I'm
fine," she stammered.
Ed moved forward and started unbuttoning the front of her
uniform. She didn't resist. He assured her, saying, "Better take
this off now that it's ruined. I'll get my wife to bring you a new
outfit."
Cathi stood there while the older man stripped her down and
the young boy watched intently. He was scrutinizing every inch of
her body. She felt extra naked with such an audience, but she
fought to control her nervousness. In fact, she found the
situation exciting.
"You've got a hot little body for such a young girl," the
older man commented.
Shielding her perky breasts with one arm and holding the other
hand over her pubic area, Cathi smiled weakly and whispered,
"Thanks."
"Let's see a little more of it," Billy said.
Cathi threw him a scowl. "Leave me alone. I'm not showing
you anything after you pushed me into the toilet."
Angered, Billy lashed back, "That's where you belong anyway,
you fucking hosebag."
Ed grinned, but said, "Billy! Be nice."
"But, Dad, she's a stupid little cunt. Let's get out of
here." He turned towards the door.
Cathi dropped her hands to her side. "There! Now you can see
everything." She was completely naked and uncovered.
Ed whistled softly. "You're a sweet little thing aren't you?"
Cathi smiled and walked seductively towards Ed, ignoring the
flabbergasted Billy.
"Do you really think I'm sweet, mister?" Cathi cooed.
"As sweet as a dripping honeypot," Ed drawled.
Cathi placed her palms on Ed's chest and looked up into his
eyes. Billy shook his head: this little bitch was actually making
a play for his father. He surprised himself when he felt a pang of
jealousy. Why should he give a shit who his father screwed?
In moments, Ed was kissing Cathi on the mouth, probing deeply
with his tongue. Her mouth was like candyfloss. Billy just
watched sullenly from the door.
Ed settled into the couch and pressed play on the VCR. Billy
was lying on the floor in front of the TV, reading a magazine.
"I've got some new tapes you might want to watch, Billy. But
I hope you don't mind if I have to jerk off in the middle. My
buddy at work says these ones are really hot."
"Just don't squirt your cum on me." Billy scowled.
His dad laughed, "Are you afraid of a little cum, now?"
Shaking his head, Billy grumbled, "Well, I just bought these
pants."
The first tape opened with a nubile young girl fellating an
elderly gentleman in a wheelchair.
"That's it," the old man said, "you're getting very good at
showing Grampa a good time. It's not so bad being in this chair
when a pretty little thing like you is willing to get her mouth
into my lap."
Billy found his dick getting hard and lying on his stomach was
becoming uncomfortable. He shifted onto his side, keeping his eyes
glued to the set.
Ed had already released his raging steamer from his trousers,
and was concentrating on the TV just as intently.
The old man dribbled out a small amount of semen onto the
young girl's tongue, and then the opening credits for the movie
rolled. It was called Nursing Home Roundup.
The next scene featured a very sexy blonde nurse attending to
a bedridden man. He was a middle-aged guy, but he seemed in very
good shape for an invalid. Nurse Hatchett, as the patient referred
to her, bent over to clear away the man's breakfast tray. Her
short skirt rode up to expose a pair of lacy white garters holding
up sheer white stockings.
The nurse's next chore was to empty out the man's bedpan. She
made light of the task, but the camera captured every filthy
detail.
"My, my, Mr. Burns," she commented as she looked at the soupy
brown contents of the bedpan, "you had a healthy dinner last night
didn't you?"
"I just couldn't stop shitting." He looked rather bashful.
"Let's see if you've stopped now," said Nurse Hatchett as she
flipped back the sheet and yanked Mr. Burns' legs up. She leaned
over and inquisitively examined his genitals and anus. The camera
examined them tooþin extreme closeup. Her bejewelled fingers poked
and prodded around the area, and then she wrapped her hand around
the man's lengthening shaft. "Is this examination exciting you,
Mr. Burns?"
"Keep touching my dick like that and you'll find out."
She did just that. Soon, Mr. Burns sported a large erect cock
which Nurse Hatchett continued to pamper.
While the TV screen was filled with the lewd image of Mr.
Burns' cock, Barbie walked in from the kitchen. "Holy smokes!
What are you guys watching?" She was wearing her tennis outfit: a
tight white polo shirt and white pleated skirt. Billy loved that
outfit.
Ed chuckledþand didn't bother to hide his naked prick. "It's
a new tape for my collection. Want to join us, sweetheart?" He
patted the space beside him on the couch.
Barb grinned and flopped down. "That guy's sure got a lot
between his legs, huh Dad?" She glanced between her father's
exposed erection and the one on the screen.
"You must have seen bigger dicks in your life, haven't you?"
Barb shrugged. "You and Billy sure aren't that big. Maybe
Michael was almost that big. I guess it's true though, that size
doesn't matter."
Her dad hugged her and whispered in her ear: "Besides, you
wouldn't be able to take a really big cock up your ass, right?"
She giggled and blushed. "You're nasty!"
On the TV, Mr. Burns was erupting in long goopy strands of
semen. Nurse Hatchett dutifully lapped it all up and tucked him
back under the covers.
Ed had insinuated a hand under his daughter's butt and was
pressing his middle finger up the cotton-covered opening to her
pussy. Barb wiggled and squirmed in her seat, assuring her father
that she appreciated his roving hand. She also reached across his
lap to squeeze his cock gently.
Because the video was so fascinating, Billy was trying to
watch his father and sister out of the corner of his eye. His cock
had hardened so much it was aching.
After Nurse Hatchett finished with Mr. Burns, the camera
followed her out of the room and down the hall. Her shapely hips
swung sexily in the tight nurse's uniform.
"Great ass, huh Billy?" Ed commented.
"Yeah." Billy absently ground the heel of his hand into the
lump in his jeans.
Nurse Hatchett pushed through a door marked Doctor's Lounge.
Inside a couple of handsome young interns were playing cards and
drinking coffee. Another doctor was crashed out on the long sofa.
Without a word, the sexy blonde nurse started unbuttoning her
uniform, exposing a lovely pair of breasts. Taking the hint, the
two interns started pawing her and tugging off their own clothes.
Every once in a while the camera flashed to the sleeping doctor on
the couch.
When the nurse was completely naked, she knelt down between
the two doctors. They took turns filling her mouth with their
blazing erections.
It wasn't long before the sleeping doctor was awake and
watching the live sex show intently. He sat up and pulled out an
erection of his own, stroking while he watched.
Barbara was fascinated by all the male genitalia on
displayþboth on the television and in her father's lap. She kept
glancing down at her brother to see if he would pull out his cock
too. So far Billy remained remarkably steadfast.
On a whim, Barb hiked up her short tennis skirt and pulled off
her white bikini panties. Her father's eyebrows rose in curiosity,
but he stayed silent; his dick pulsed noticeably.
Smoothing her hands over her bare ass, Barb winked over her
shoulder at her father. "Which is better Daddy? The electronic
bitch on the TV or the real live hot bitch in your living room?"
Billy was staring up from the floor at the furry mound between
his sister's long tanned legs. His cock was straining at his fly.
Ed felt his own cock tugging with anticipation. "Are you
going to ride me a little to let me decide?"
Giggling, Barbie threw one leg over her father's lap and
straddled his rock-hard shaft. Bunching the skirt up in front, she
carefully guided herself down, grasping and aiming her dad's fleshy
pole into her snatch. When the two hot organs met, father and
daughter let out a simultaneous groan.
Unable to stand it any longer, Billy finally unzipped his fly.
Nurse Hatchett's little orgy on the TV was forgotten for the
moment. Billy stroked his cock and watched his father and sister
fuck.
On the TV, Nurse Hatchett was begging the older doctor to join
in on the superheated action by putting his cock in her ass. Her
mouth and pussy were already occupied by the young interns, who had
taken up positions under and in front of her. Now she wanted a man
behind her to fill her up completely.
Barb was still watching the video. She was the only oneþBilly
was watching her and Ed had his eyes closed.
"Does that feel good, Daddy? Is my pussy nice and hot?"
After humming approval as if he was lost in a dream, Ed
snapped his eyes open and said, "It feels like my cock is boiling.
I can't believe it took me so long to realize what a hot little
slut my daughter was." Looking around her bobbing torso, Ed called
down to Billy, "Can you believe how sexy your sister is, Billy?"
Without missing a stroke or taking his eyes off the coupling
genitals in front of him, Billy nodded. A seemingly disembodied
set of fuzzy, thrusting testicals were framed by the couch on the
bottom, Barb's pussy on the top, and his dad's hairy thighs on the
sides. "Yeah, Dad. She's a total bitch in heat isn't she?"
Barb smiled at the lustful comments and reached between her
legs to feel the slickness she had left on her dad's prick. She
reached farther down and squeezed his balls. "These feel pretty
full, Daddy. Are you ready to unload your jizz for me?" She
looked back at him. "I want you to pump your cum up my ass, okay?"
At that request, Ed felt the immediate onslaught of an orgasm.
He was powerless to speak or move. The cum boiled up and flooded
his daughter's cunt. He grunted at each spurt, but Barb was caught
off guard. She just rode out her dad's climax and slowed her
bobbing motion.
Billy noticed the pearly overflow trailing out of his sister's
yawning pussy. "I thought your were going toþ"
"Shut up Billy, I couldn't hold on any longer," Ed puffed.
Barb scooped up some of the escaping cum on her fingers and
slurped it into her mouth. "Mmmm," she said, "I love it." Then
she scooped up some more and held it out to Billy. "Try some,
Billy. You never have had any before have you?"
Wincing, Billy shook his head. "I'll pass, thanks." But even
Ed noticed that Billy didn't stop stroking his cock.
With a shrug Barb licked her own fingers clean, then carefully
climbed off her father's lap. His wilting cock slid out of her
well-creamed pussy with a slurp.
Ed stood up too, he pointed at the television. A semen-
covered Nurse Hatchett was lounging by herself on the floor,
basking in the aftereffect of her three-man fucking. "Looks like
that episode is finished too." The he crooked a finger at his son,
"Come here for a second, Billy."
Billy suspiciously eyed his father, who was standing there
fiddling with his gooey worm of a penis. "Aren't you finished?"
Billy asked.
Barb watched her father and brother closely.
Billy started stuffing his cock back into his jeans when his
father stopped him. "Hey, Billy, don't put that sucker away. You
haven't let off yet like I did."
Barb knew her dad was planning some kind of seduction of her
brother. She continued to wipe off the traces of spunk from her
cunt and lick them up. When she felt she was clean enough, she
retrieved her panties from under the couch and put them back on.
In the meantime, Billy had moved right in front of his father
and was standing there with his cock standing out like a flagpole.
Ed grasped the protrusion and looked at it. Billy felt his legs
weaken with a mixture of nausea and excitement. Why did he let his
father do this to him?
Ed started talking while he squeezed his son's prick. "Barb
started talking about the taste of cum and I was trying to remember
the last time I tasted some. It's been a long long time."
Billy looked down at his father's massaging hand. "I guess I
could let you taste mine, Dad. Just keep doing that and there'll
be some soon." He felt like someone had taken over his mind. Why
was he going along with it? Then he noticed Barb standing right
beside them. He saw the white cotton-covered mounds of her tits
block the view to his dad's hand.
She was hugging them close to her. "Daddy, I know something
else you probably haven't tasted in a long time, if ever."
"What's that sweetheart?" Ed asked.
"Someone else's piss."
Ed stopped stroking Billy's cock. Billy looked up at Barb and
then at his dad. "Yeah Dad, have you ever let someone piss in your
mouth?" Billy waited keenly for an answer.
Ed was a little surprised by his kids' questions. He had
played that toilet game with Karen once in their bedroom. But he
had never actively pursued the fantasies he had about watersports.
He thought it was just him being perverted. But now his incestuous
relationship with his children had unlocked that door. It was up
to him to open it.
"What about you kids? It sounds like you know a lot about
it." Ed crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at
Barbara. "Well, honey? Who's been using your pretty little mouth
as a toilet?"
Barbara blushed and looked coyly at Billy.
"Billy?" Ed roared goodnaturedly, "You dirty old scoundrel!
You've been pissing in your sister's mouth? Holy shit, I don't
believe it!" He braced Billy's shoulders and smiled. "What about
you son, did she return the favour? Did the little slut sprinkle
a little back in your mouth?"
"Daddy," Barbie whined, "he doesn't need to let me do that.
I like drinking his, but he doesn't need to let me do it to him!"
A flash of anger crossed Ed's face. "He sure as hell does if
you want him to."
Billy pulled away from his father. "I'd do it if she asked
me. Why the fuck do you care any way?"
Ed glared at Billy. "I was actually thinking that I need to
take a leak and your mouth was looking like the perfect urinal."
"Daddy!" Barb squealed.
Billy once again started to put his cock away. He was
surprised that it was still so hard. Then he gave up because he
realized that the thought of kneeling in front of his father to
accept a stream of urine was turning him on. He fell to his knees.
"Don't worry about it Barbie. If Dad wanted to piss in your mouth,
you'd let him right?"
Barb shrugged. "Yeah, probably, I guess."
"Well, why shouldn't I?" Billy looked up at his Dad and
pointed at his own mouth. "Right here, Dad. Let 'er rip."
Feeling rather victorious, Ed stepped up and hung his dick
into the trough created by Billy's waiting mouth.
Barb coached her father: "Let it go in little squirts so he
has a chance to swallow it. I think we should try to keep the
carpet dry."
The stream started almost immediately. Billy coughed and
spluttered at first, but swallowed most of the disgusting yellow
flow. Because it tasted so much better than he had expected, he
anxiously waited for the next squirt.
"It tastes like iced tea doesn't it, Billy?" Barb asked. "At
least that's what yours tasted like."
Billy nodded in between spurts and Ed groaned as he finished
relieving himself.
Barb watched in amazement as very little of the piss
overflowed onto the living room carpet. Her brother drank piss
better than she did. She recalled how she had originally asked for
a golden shower, so most of Billy's stream had flowed over her tits
and down the bathtub drain. Although it felt hot and sweet in her
cleavage and down her stomach, she now wished she had drank it all.
Ed shook off the last little droplets and said, "Wow, Billy,
that was wild." Then he turned to Barb and kissed her. "Thanks
for your help Barbie. You're a real piss connoisseur aren't you?"
Barbie giggled and kissed her father back. She also gave his
cock a squeeze. "Anytime you want to have a little fun in the
bathroom Daddy, I have some more games we can play."
Pulling up his pants, Ed felt a rush of lust course through
his body. "I'll look forward to it." He patted her ass and left
the room, not saying a word to his piss-satiated son.
Barb, on the other hand, was proud and pleased with her
brother's perverted performance. She bent over and kissed his
mouth, savouring the residue of urine that lingered. "That was
great, Billy. Did you like it?"
He shrugged. "I think I actually liked it. But I'm not
sure." His cock had withered to its regular size after the cold
exit his father had made. "Do you remember just a couple of months
ago when dad was worried about your prom dress being too lowcut,
and now he just fucked you and pissed in my mouth. I can't fucking
believe it." Remaining on his knees, he wiped his mouth, tucked in
his shirt, and zipped his fly.
Sitting in the chair beside Billy, Barb clasped her hands in
her lap. "I think it's pretty cool. I mean I know I was the one
who was trying to talk you out of sex in the beginning, but I'm
used to it now." She paused pensively for a moment. "Remember
that day we came home from school and you knocked Mom down and then
told her to suck your cock?"
Billy finally stood up. "A lot of good that did. She gave me
shit for being such a brat."
"Yeah, but think about it. How many guys at school would say
something like that to their mother?" She stood up and hugged him.
"And how many guys are this close to their sisters?" She kissed
him on the mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips.
He returned the kiss reflexively and his hands slipped down to
her ass. When she broke the kiss, he said, "You're right."
She pressed closer to him. "And how many guys get off with
their fathers like you do? I mean it turns me on so much when you
guys are messing around."
Billy looked glumly at the small stain on the carpet. "He
sure didn't seem to appreciate me drinking his piss much."
Barb squeezed her brother's shoulders tight to her body and
said into his ear, "It was something new for him. Maybe he didn't
know what to say or do." She pushed out so she could look into his
eyes. "It seemed like you were pretty mean to me when you pissed
in my mouth too. I didn't take it personally."
"I guess you're right, because I sure didn't know I was being
mean. Maybe Dad's doing the same thing." He smiled and nodded.
"Yep. That's what it must be."
Later that night, Barb creeped into Billy's room again. She
immediately stripped off her oversize T-shirt and slipped under the
sheets with him.
"Hi!" she giggled.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Billy asked.
She pouted. "Jeez, Billy, I just wanted to talk to you."
He pushed her off the edge of his bed. She almost dropped to
the floor, but managed to get one leg out to save herself. "Hey,
what's that for?" She stood up beside the bed with her hands on
her hips. His eyes scanned over her perfect body, coming to rest
on the triangle of fuzz between her legs.
"I don't feel like talking."
"Would you rather fuck?" she asked, leaning over and squeezing
her tits together.
"No." He rolled away, facing the wall.
She reached out and tugged at his arm. "Come on, Billy, don't
do thatþ"
He viciously whirled around with an open hand and slapped the
side of her head. She staggered back, stunned. He glowered at
her. "Don't you fucking listen? Can't you leave me alone for one
night?"
She rubbed her ringing ear. "Jeez." She sniffed back a tear.
"I'm sorry. Aren't we friends anymore?"
He flipped back the covers to reveal his muscular nude body.
"See? My dick doesn't get hard for you anymore! You're my sister,
not my friend. If I want a friend, I'll go see Leon."
"Is it because of what happened this afternoon? Is it because
Dad pissed in your mouth? Do you blame me?"
He pounded the mattress with his fist. "Fuck off. Just leave
me alone."
Sensing that she had touched a nerve, Barb probed further.
"You have a right to be mad. It wasn't right for Dad and me to
push you into it."
He hung his head in defeat. She had hit on his exact
feelings. He muttered, mostly to himself, "You bitch! Why didn't
you just leave when I asked you to?"
"Because I knew you needed to talk." She kneeled in front of
him, with her arms in his lap. He felt her hot breasts against his
shins. "Would you like to hurt me Billy? Are you that mad?"
He looked into her eyes, trying to decipher a meaning.
"What?"
"If you want to hit me again, I'd understand." She fiddled
with his lengthening dick. "Or maybe you'd like to spank me."
Billy thought about inflicting pain on his sister. Although
he was much more turned on by degrading her, causing a little pain
did have an attraction the way he felt now. "How much pain could
you take, you fucking slut?"
"Whatever you can dish out." She confidently stuck out her
chin. "Do you want to make me bleed? Or kick me until I pass out?
Break my fucking arms and legs? I can take it."
Billy scrunched up his eyes. "You're a sick fucker, Barbie.
Maybe I should beat the shit out of you just to teach you a
lesson." But the thought of doing so was not making his cock hard.
He was thinking about tying her up in the schoolyard and getting
all his friends to gather around in a circle-jerk. That would be
a better punishment.
"Go ahead. I wouldn't fight back."
He remembered the one time they had fought as children. He
had been eight and she was eleven. She had pinned him to the
ground and spat in his face. He had given up after that.
But the memory gave him an idea. He tenderly lifted her face
up in his palmsþand spat. The goopy strand laced her nose to her
ear.
Barb jumped a little. "Billy!" Then she smiled. "There,
when you spit on me does it make you feel better?"
"Not really," Billy sulked. "But you sure look like an idiot
with goober strung across you face..." He laughed and wiped it
away. Then he went back to sulking.
Barb continued to toy with Billy's now-erect cock. "I hope
you start to feel better. Can I suck on your dick while you think
it over?"
Resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to leave, Billy lay
back on the bed. "Go ahead, slut. Suck out a big fucking load for
me."
Karen sat in the waiting room at Dr. Powell's office. She
sank back into the luxurious leather couch and marvelled at how
much money their family doctor must make.
Karen had been fourteen the first time she had come to see Dr.
Powell. He had been a fresh-scrubbed med school graduate taking
over his father's flourishing general practice. And Karen had been
attracted to him from the very beginning.
Now, as she waited to see him for her annual physical, she
fidgeted with anticipation.
The nurse finally called through the reception window: "Mrs.
Johnson?"
Karen stood up and smoothed out her wraparound skirt; she also
glimpsed her white blouse and dark stockings in the mirror. Her
impressive breasts gave the front of her blouse fullness, without
looking pendulous. She looked great, but she still felt nervous
because of her girlish crush on the doctor.
Dr. Powell was seated at his desk, scribbling notes about his
previous patient. When Karen entered, he glanced up with a smile
and motioned her to the chair in front of the desk. She noticed
for the first time that he had silver edges to his thick dark hair.
It made him look distinguished.
She settled gracefully into the chair and tried to peek at
what he was writing. His handwriting was stereotypically
illegible.
Closing the file, Dr. Powell said: "Hello, Karen. How is the
family."
His small talk had always been mediocre, but Karen played
along. "They're great. Ed's been making a deal for a video store
and Barbie' trying to decide on a college to go to. Billy's up to
his ears in schoolwork trying to make up for last year's terrible
report cards."
"Anything specific we should look for during this medical?"
"Well, I've been a little constipated lately."
"Can you think of anything that might be causing that? A
change in diet? Stress-causing activities? Or maybe," he grinned
laciviously at her, "different sexual activities?"
Karen laughed, "You mean like anal sex?"
He smiled. "It's been known to happen. If Ed's been pushing
in when something's trying to push out, you might have a problem."
Karen shrugged. "Ed's been doing me up the ass since our
wedding night. I don't see why it would suddenly cause a problem."
Slightly shocked by her blunt and graphic response, Dr. Powell
cleared his throat and said, "Do you enjoy it?"
Karen winked at the flustered doctor. "I love it."
"Well, that's very adventurous of you. But based on what you
tell me, I agree that your constipation is probably unrelated to
that part of your sex life." He stood up and walked over to the
sink where he began washing his hands. "Okay Karen, you can leave
your clothes on that chair. Or the nurse can help you hang things
up if you don't want them wrinkled."
"No that's fine," Karen said, starting to disrobe as calmly as
she could, despite the anticipation that quivered through her. She
enjoyed being naked in front of the doctor. She slipped off her
blouse and unsnapped her bra at the front. She watched Dr. Powell
for any sign of arousal. There was none. Damn, she thought.
But Dr. Daniel Powell was thinking back to the first time
Karen Johnson had been naked for an examination. She had been
fifteen. She'd been coming to his office for less than a year, but
Daniel had seen her attraction for him since day one. He was a
young man and the nubile teeny-bopper had put on quite an act. She
pretended she was embarrassed to be seen without her clothes.
Although the young doctor had spent twenty minutes assuring her
that she had nothing to be concerned about, he knew she was
feigning coyness.
Today, twenty-five years later, Karen was performing a similar
act. Daniel was used to it, but he appreciated the attention all
the same. He watched her breasts swing as she bent to take off her
stockings. Someday he might be tempted into seeing what he could
get away with here in the office. But he was a master of self-
control.
Karen stood in front of the doctor wearing only a pair of
white silk tap pants. "Should I take these off too?" She hooked
her thumbs into the elastic waistband and waited for an answer.
"You know the routine, Karen. I do a whole body physical."
She pushed the underwear off. It pooled around her ankles and
she stepped out of it. "That's why I come here, I guess."
He guided her over to the examining table with a light touch
on her arm. The touch made Karen tremble. "Hop up on the table.
We'll start with the basics and then get to the naughty bits
later."
She giggled at his comment. She raised her chin as he
palpated her throat.
"You never smoked, right Karen?"
"Never." He was feeling the back of her neck now. He was
close enough that she could feel his breath on her face.
"I can tell by your skin. It's too good to have suffered too
many cigarettes." He looked down at her considerable cleavage,
admiring the crevice surrounded by milky smoothness.
His hands moved from her neck to her shoulders. Then they
were on her breasts, lifting and squeezing. "Any problems here?"
he asked. "Soreness? Swelling?"
"Sometimes during my period they get a little tender. Other
than that, they're fine." She watched the doctor feel her tits and
imagined that they were in a motel room.
She really was a gorgeous woman, Daniel thought. Why
shouldn't he go a little beyond his usual professionalism to enjoy
this moment. He had never in twenty-five years stepped over the
line. Lots of colleagues had bragged to him about the beautiful
patients they had seduced, or simply "over-examined". Besides,
Daniel convinced himself, she really likes me.
"Okay, Karen, I want you to get right up on the examining
table. Get on all fours."
This was a switch, Karen thought as she did what he said. "Is
this some new examining technique, doc?"
He cleared his throat. Damn, she was on to it already. It
would mean a malpractice suit or worse. "Actually Karen I thought
I could get a better look at that trouble spot we were talking
about earlier."
"My ass?" she asked incredulously. "Wow. I'll be showing off
a whole lot more than that."
Did she mean "hole" as a pun? Daniel pondered that while she
clambered into position. With her butt upturned, she was truly
erotic. Her long blonde hair hung over her head, obscuring her
face. Her breasts swung sexily away from her chest, and her thighs
led up to her bushy pubic area. Peeking out through the hair was
a pair of blossoming pink labia. Above that was the crinkled dark
bud of her anus. It was quite a sight.
With a couple of tugs and snaps, Dr. Powell put on a pair of
latex gloves. "Karen, I'm going to palpate your rectum for any
physiological indicators related to your constipation. Have you
had a bowel movement today?"
She thought for a moment. "No."
"Okay, Karen. Before I begin I want you to know that
sometimes the palpation itself can relieve the problem... it
relaxes the muscles and can elicit a bowel movement. If that
happens, just relax and let it happen... there's nothing to be
embarrassed about." Daniel placed his gloved hand on one of her
smooth buttcheeks. He had never touched a patient with so much
electricity before.
Karen thought about the possibility of shitting in this
position with the doctor watching every disgusting moment. She
remembered the perverted session when Ed had shit in their bed
while she watchedþand she recalled how it had turned her on.
"Okay, doctor. But I hope it won't gross you out."
Daniel just smiled and gently touched the opening to the
beautiful woman's asshole. "It may be a little cold. I put some
lubricant... some KY Jelly on my finger to make things easier."
Karen hummed her understanding. The hum crested into a moan
as the doctor's finger penetrated the anal opening. She pushed her
bowels back against his probing digit, and felt the familiar surge
forward of f‘ces waiting to escape. It was going to happen, she
thought, she was actually going to shit in front of the
doctorþwhile on all fours. "Are you sure you don't mind, doctor?"
she double-checked.
"Please, Mrs. Johnson, I've been through it before."
"Well, you asked for it, doc. I think I'm going to shit all
over the place." As she finished speaking, a healthy brown turd
slid quickly out of her anus.
Daniel caught her shit in his gloved hands and dropped it into
a waiting stainless steel dish. He hardly had time to return for
the next, equally big turd. She was also pissing, but Daniel
simply let the liquid wastes spray out and down the woman's legs.
Watching the disgusting sight from this angle gave the doctor a
tremendous hard-on. He fought to stay calm.
As Karen knelt in the yellow puddle she had made on the
examining table, she looked back at Dr. Powell. He was grinning
and staring intently at her contracting anus. Karen cracked a
smile when she finally caught his eye. "Wow, doc, that was quite
a relief. Thank you."
He was already busy cleaning up. He mopped up the urine with
a towel and placed the shit-filled bowl on the counter. "You
certainly responded to the treatment." He snapped off the gloves
and threw them away.
As Karen dried off with another towel, she noticed the
swelling in Dr. Powell's trousers. "I think you responded a little
yourself," she said, indicating his crotch with a nod.
Daniel turned away quickly, but his face was flushed with
embarrassment. She was not the least bit concerned that she had
just done a terribly disgusting thing in front of a near stranger.
Worse, she had discovered how much that disgusting act had turned
him on. He could not believe how much it excited him to see such
a sexy woman void herself like an animal.
Still, he nipped the moment in the bud: "That will be all for
today Mrs. Johnson. I'll send the nurse in to help you clean up."
Karen pouted as the doctor rushed out of the room without
turning around again.
Barb was waiting for the bus to school when Michael drove past
in his new Firebird.
"You need a ride Barbie?" he grinned across the passenger
seat.
Despite her earlier hatred for the guy, Barbie felt heat run
through denim clad body. Her tight jeans and mostly unbuttoned
jean shirt were quite an enticing sight. As her ex-boyfriend,
Michael was not immune to the charms she displayed.
But before she could be tempted into taking off alone with the
cad, Billy trotted up with his school bag. "Hey, Barbie. I caught
up to you." The Firebird roared away.
"Hi, Billy," Barb said cheerfully, even though her mind was
elsewhere.
"Was that Michael the creep?"
She giggled despite herself. "Yeah, you little turd. I think
he wants to bangg me again. Do you think I should let him?"
The bus squealed to a stop in front of them and the doors
hissed open. "Sure, sis. Just don't let him make you feel bad."
They moved to the back and ended up sitting across from an old
man with his large German Shepherd. The man was in his late
sixties, with thinning gray hair and a pleasantly wrinkled face.
He looked very healthy and prosperous. He was wearing a silk suit
and a large gold ring.
Barb immediately noticed that the dog was male, and hadn't
been fixed. Billy only noticed after the dog started licking
himself.
"Does he remind you of Toby?" Billy asked Barb.
"Toby's a lot more lethargic." She leaned over to whisper in
her brother's ear: "Toby would never lick himself that wildly."
The youngsters noticed that the man's eyes roamed over them.
Billy felt uncomfortable. But Barbie cherished the attention; she
even pulled her shirt open a bit to expose more milky cleavage.
The old man did not look away. In fact he stared unabashedly
at Barb's chest. Billy smiled at the situation.
When the man got up to exit the bus, Barbie stood up too.
Billy followed her as she trailed the old man down the steps and
into a city park. When the bus pulled away, the three people and
the dog found themselves looking awkwardly at each other. The dog
was the first to move, he started sniffing at Barb's crotch.
"Boomer, that's not nice," the old man said.
"It's okay mister. From the way you were looking at me on the
bus, I'd say you wish you could have a sniff yourself." Barb
patted the dog's head and looked keenly for the man's reaction.
He blushed and fidgeted with the dog's leash.
Billy decided that if his sister was going to be so forward,
he could be too. "You sure were staring at my sister's tits there
sir."
"Harumphh," the old man cleared his throat and tugged at the
collar of his shirt. "I think I'd better get along before you two
get me into some trouble."
"We wouldn't want to get you into any trouble. But, if you
want to get into a little trouble, I think I see a place we can
go." Barb pointed at the green cement building that housed the
park's washrooms. At this time of the morning they were deserted.
Barb boldly reached between the old man's legs and squeezed
his thickening cock. "Come on, mister. My brother and I will
treat you real nice."
She used up any resistance he may have had. He smiled and
walked over to the johns with them. "By the way, I'm Hank
Henderson, the owner of The Video Palace. I think I've seen you
two come in there before."
"Oooo, Dad's competition!" Barbie exclaimed.
"We went in to check out your video store when our dad was
buying his own," Billy explained.
Pausing outside the building, Barbie asked, "Mens or ladies?"
"Majority rules," said Mr. Henderson.
They filed into the mens room. "God it stinks in here," Barb
commented. "But it kinda turns me on." She pulled off her shirt
and bra.
Hank was astounded at the melon-sized ripeness of the girl's
tits. The cherry red nipples were hard and surrounded by lighter
coloured aureolae.
Even after all this time, Billy was similarly captivated by
his sister's breasts. He moved towards her and unbuckled his belt.
"Hey mister," Billy said, his back to Hank, "are you into
boys?" He waited for the answer, half hoping, half dreading.
Hank put a hand on each of their arms. "I enjoy youth. I
find young people like you very... sexy."
"Sexy enough to fuck, Mr. Henderson?" Barbie probed.
"Certainly," he answered, undoing his own pants.
The youngsters waited anxiously for the sight of the man's
genitalia. They were sort of expecting a shrivelled bit of meat,
so they were pleasantly surprised by a healthy looking prick and a
hefty set of balls. All this was surrounded by a sparse patch of
gray pubic hair.
"What do you think?" the old man asked. "Better than you
expected?"
The kids nodded in agreement.
"My wife thinks so too. We're still pretty active in bed."
Then he reached out for Barbie's naked tits. "But I do appreciate
this kind of diversion every once in a while."
Barb pressed herself against him and kissed him deeply. When
she broke the kiss, she said, "I'm so horny, I could fuck a mule."
Looking over at Boomer, who was watching intently from the
corner, Henderson said, "The best we can do is a very rambunctious
dog."
Giggling, Barbie dropped to her knees and started lapping at
the man's stiffening prick. "I'll stick with the humans for now.
Billy, are you going to join us?"
Billy finished taking off his pants and moved to join the
couple. His cock was rock hard and sort of put Mr. Henderson's
slab to shame.
"That's an impressive prong you've got there, kid," Mr.
Henderson remarked. "I remember when I saw my son's dick hard for
the first time. There's nothing quite like it."
"Do you feel like sucking on it?" Billy asked.
"When your sister's finished with mine, I'd be happy to give
you a little suck." The old man closed his eyes and concentrated
on the pleasure the girl was providing with her mouth. Suddenly
his eyes flew open and he stared at Billy. "Why don't you help
your sister out?"
Billy shrugged and dropped to his knees. He was expecting to
share cocksucking duties with Barb. But Hank pushed him around so
he was facing the dank crack of the man's butt. "There. That's
where I think she needs some help. Lick my ass while she sucks my
dick."
Billy tentantively leaned in and sniffed. The man seemed
clean. His ass smelled slightly musky, but was otherwise quite
enticing. Without protesting, and spurred on by the lustful look
in his sister's eyes as she waited for him to start, Billy dove in.
Mr. Henderson groaned. It had been a while since anyone had
licked his asshole. The kids were very uninhibited and
experienced. It was incredible. Hank thought back to his teenage
years. When he was the boy's age, he had still been a shy bookish
type.
"Okay little miss," Hank said as he pulled Barb gently to her
feet, "that was a great warm-up, but I think I'd like some of
what's inside those jeans."
Barb winked at him and quickly slipped off her pants. In
order to get a true form-fitting effect, she had gone without
panties. She watched the old man's eyes light up when he realized
that she was not wearing underwear.
Barb watched Billy lapping at Mr. Henderson's ass, and the
pulsing jerk the old man's cock made with each stroke of her
brother's tongue. She was pleased that Billy was keeping the man
hardþshe needed a good stiff prick for her pussy. She led them
into one of the stalls and shook her head at the stench, which was
worse near the toilets. Disregarding the state of the toilet bowl,
Barb flipped down the horseshoe seat and kneeled in front of it.
The seat was scarred with cigarette burns and stained in places
with what was probably urine. But she needed a good sturdy surface
to lean over.
Even with the seat down, Barb's long brown hair dangled into
the water in the bowl. She tried futilely to pull it behind her
head, then gave up as Hank started thrusting.
It was so good to feel the man's cock filling her pussy.
Because he wasn't rock hard like Billy or her father usually were,
Mr. Henderson's prick seemed thicker somehow. She looked back to
make sure Billy was still licking the man's shithole.
"Keep licking him, Billy," she coaxed, "I want him to cum."
Billy heard his sister and redoubled his efforts. Then he
popped his mouth away and cruelly jammed two fingers into Hank's
spit-slicked asshole.
Grunting, Hank didn't miss a single thrust into Barb. But he
looked back with a scowl at Billy.
Fucking the man with his hand, Billy stroked his own cock and
watched. He felt the beginnings of a turd at the tips of his
fingers, but he continued to thrust as deep as he could.
It wasn't long before Billy felt the tugging in Hank's asshole
that probably signified an orgasm. Sure enough, Mr. Henderson's
thrusts subsided and he fell back away from Barb's soaking cleft,
panting hard. Billy pulled his fingers out of the man's ass and
stood up to take his place. He had never felt Barb's pussy so
slippery before, and was amazed what a little fresh semen could do
as a lubricant. He came within moments, adding his own froth to
the goopy mess already inside his sister.
When the panting youngsters once again became aware of their
surroundings, they realized Mr. Henderson had taken his dog and
left.
They wiped themselves clean with paper towels and dressed
quickly. Then they continued on to school, an hour late for their
first class.
Jeanette was waiting for Billy in the lunchroom. He felt
cornered, since he hadn't called her for over a week. But she was
as pleasant as ever.
"Hello, Billy. How have you been going?" Her flawed English
was such a turn-on for Billy.
"Going great, Jeanette. You?"
"I miss you." She pulled him close and whispered in his ear.
"You and your big cock. Has your sister been taking you all for
herself?" Her eyes glinted wickedly.
Billy backed away, taking in her sexy body. She was wearing
a tight black T-shirt with a white linen jacket over it. Her legs
were encased in ridiculously tight black jeans, which would not
have looked good without her perfect lower body. "Whatever," he
mumbled, not really remembering the question.
They walked to a secluded table and sat across from each
other.
The prom was just a week away. Jeanette and Billy were
jealously watching all the preparations. Only the senior students
were actually doing anything, but everyone was caught up in the
excitement.
With a mouthful of sandwich, Jeanette said, "Is your sister
going to the dance?"
"Yeah, she's going with Leon."
"Ooo, really? She's a lucky girl."
"What do you mean?" Billy asked.
"Well... I wonder what it's like to be with a black man.
Especially one as good looking as Leon. Do you know if he's...
big?" She gulped down her sandwich and wiped her mouth.
Billy shook his head. "You're a horny little cunt aren't you?
I happen to know that Leon has a pretty average size hunk of meat
between his legs. Of course, I've never seen it hard." Billy
winked at her.
Jeanette giggled and chewed more of her sandwich.
"By the way, Jeanette, you don't mind me calling you a cunt
like that, do you?" Billy leaned towards her.
She slitted her eyes as if she hadn't even thought about it
before. "I know I have a cunt, but I don't know what it is to be
one." Her French accent made Billy cock pulsate in his jeans.
"Well, it's like a slut, I guess."
She licked her fingers and pondered. "The girls in my gym
class say I am slutty for not wearing my underwear sometime... you
know, sometimes."
"Say, Jeanette," Billy stood up and grabbed her arm, "let's go
up to Mr. Stone's science class."
She resisted. "I'm not finished eating, Billy."
He bent to put his lips by her ear. "Wouldn't you rather eat
my cock than that fucking sandwich?"
She stood up immediately. Then she whispered back to him.
"Okay, but you must cum... dans ma bouche..." she pointed at her
mouth, "so I get my nutrition, Billy."
Ed picked up three tickets to the baseball game at work. They
were extras that the boss wasn't going to use. Ed thought it would
be a great chance to take Barbara and Billy out for a night. Karen
had been making noise about having a girl's night out with her
friends anyway. Tonight would be a perfect night.
He called his family from work and made the arrangements.
Barb and Billy were waiting to go when he arrived. He quickly
changed out of his dress pants and into a pair of jeans, to match
his kids. Although he owned the video store, he dressed up a bit
to distinguish himself from his employees, who wore jeans.
When they piled into the van, Billy exclaimed, "Wow, Dad, this
is great. When you were on the road all the time, we never would
have had a chance to get to a game." He got in the backseat,
leaving his sister to ride up front.
"Yeah, Dad, this is excellent," Barb agreed.
They drove in silence for a few moments, then Barbie asked,
"Dad, you don't still have any problems with the dress I'm wearing
to the prom do you?"
"I'm pretty used to the idea that my daughter's a little slut.
I think you'd better show off those great tits of yours. There's
no sense hiding them." He grinned over at her.
"Thanks, Daddy. That's sweet."
Billy laughed from the back. "Hey Barb, are you going to
shave your cunt like I suggested? Leon likes his pussy bald. He
told me."
Barb shook her head. "Wow, one night of slick hairless
fucking, and then itchy crotch for weeks. No thanks. Leon will
have to learn to pick the pubes out of his teeth."
Ed laughed. "Let's park the car up here. We'll get a few
beers before the game. Then we can take a cab home."
"Uh, Dad, I doubt they'll let me in. I'll get carded for
sure," Billy whined.
"Relax, son, I know the owner." Then he joked, "Of course,
you might have to blow him."
Billy grit his teeth for a second, then retorted: "Oh yeah?
Maybe it'll be worth it if I can wash down his cum with beer.
Let's go for it."
They all laughed and entered Jimmy's Steakhouse and Tavern.
As it turned out, Barb's friend Denine was waitressing. They
got a table at the back and it was in Denine's section.
"Hi Barbie," Denine said, tossing her dark brown hair back.
"Is this your brother, Billy?"
"Yep. And my dad." Barb vaguely waved a hand around the
table. "We'll have a round of drafts."
Smiling, Denine marked down their order and moved on to the
next table.
"You know her?" Ed asked.
"Yeah, we were in the same homeroom in grade nine."
"She's gorgeous," Ed observed, watching Denine move from table
to table.
"Yeah," Billy concurred, "what a fabulous set of tits. Her
legs are pretty good too." As she passed by, Billy tried to see
further up the already short uniform skirt.
"I guess," Barb pouted, unaccustomed to having the spotlight
shift away from her. "I haven't seen her naked in a few years. I
suppose she filled out in the right places."
"I bet she sucks a mean dick, eh Dad?" Billy suggested.
"What makes you say that, Billy?"
"Her lips seem made for it." Billy shrugged. "I don't know.
Why do you think some girls just do it better than others?"
Ed chuckled and nodded at Barbie. "Attitude, kid. It's all
in the attitude. Barbie is a born cocksucker because she's got the
right attitude."
Barb smiled and blushed.
"What about me?" Billy whispered to his dad.
"You don't like to do it as much as Barb and it shows. But if
you keep asking questions like that, I'm sure we can get you
practising." Ed ruffled his son's hair.
At that moment Denine brought their first round.
Five rounds later, the Johnson table was getting quite
boisterous. Barb was up and down talking to her friend Denine and
a few other people she knew in the bar.
Ed and his son were left at the table, wolfing down pretzels
and sloshing back beer,
"Actually, Dad, I think Barbie's tits are definitely bigger
than Denine's," slurred Billy.
"I think you're too pissed to know for sure, son. But Barbie
sure does have a pair of gazongas. And they're a perfect shape."
He looked down into the dregs in his glass. "It was tough for
those years she was growing up, it was tough watching her fill out.
She got sexier and sexier, and I wasn't supposed to think about it.
How the fuck was I supposed to not think about it."
"What did you do, Dad?"
"On my business trips I jerked off a lot... that's about it.
When I was home I fucked the shit out of your mother. She played
along with my fantasies about young girls, but I never told her it
was Barbie I was thinking about until just a few weeks ago."
Barbie came back to the table. "I hope you guys were talking
about me and not Denine. She was telling me that she thinks
Billy's cute. I told her you're not just cute but hung like a
little stallion too!" Barbie giggled and fell into Billy. She
looked up at him with lusty brown eyes and smiled crookedly. She
was obviously drunk too.
"So, kids, I figure they're in the third inning by now. Are
we going to make it to this baseball game, or what?" Ed was
studying his watch.
Barb and Billy laughed. "I doubt it Dad," Billy said. "We'd
have trouble making it to our seats."
"And I'd be up and down to the washroom through the whole
game," added Barbara. "This beer really flows right through me."
Ed ceremoniously tore up the tickets and motioned to Denine
for another round. "Okay, kids, no baseball. More beer though.
It'll be a hell of a shock for your mom when we all pile through
the door drunk as skunks."
They snickered and munched at the pretzels.
Denine shook her head as she ushered the drunken family into
a waiting cab. She'd never seen a father drink with his kids. But
when Denine thought about it, she figured it was better than her
situation where she had always tried to keep her partying secret
from her parents. Now that she lived on her own, of course, the
point was moot.
But she certainly intended to find out more about her friend
Barbara and that family she belonged to.
Ed stumbled through the door first and Karen burst out
laughing. It struck her as funny that her husband could still be
silly enough to get so loaded at a baseball game.
But when Billy and Barb crashed through the portal in a
similar state, she lost her sense of humour. "What the fuck is
going on?" she shouted. "Did you even get to the baseball game?"
"Nope!" Ed grinned. "We went to Jimmy's and drank some beer."
Karen grabbed her husband by the lapel. "You bastard. You
know the only reason I couldn't come with you was because you only
had three tickets. And the whole time you were partying, while I
sat at home and did fuck all."
Ed kissed his wife roughly, jamming his beer-soaked tongue
deep into her mouth. When he broke the kiss, he slurred: "I guess
now we can make up for all that wasted time, baby."
She pushed him away. "You can fuck yourself. I'm mad, and
I'm sure as hell not in the mood for a sloppy screw from you."
Barb and Billy watched keenly but stayed quiet. Their mother
was sober, and she could be a real bitch when she wanted.
Ed basically ignored everyone in the room and started
unzipping his fly. "Come on, baby. I need a hot pussy wrapped
around my cock. Yours would be perfect."
"Oh really? Forget it." She snarled at Ed. Then she grabbed
Billy by the arm and marched him out of the living room. "Come on
Billy, I want you to do me a favour."
Ed blinked disbelievingly after the departing pair. His wife
was actually choosing to fuck their son just to teach him a lesson.
Well, lesson learned, Ed thought.
Then he turned to the waiting Barbara and winked. "Well,
sweetie, I guess it's you and me, kid. How would you like to get
an old guy all excited?"
Barbie smiled and thought about Mr. Henderson, the old man in
the park washroom. Now that was old. "You're not old, Daddy. My
friends even say you're a hunk. I'd love to get you excited."
He staggered towards her, his fly undone and his shirt
untucked. "Okay, let's go up to your bedroom."
"Actually Daddy, after all that beer, I kinda thought we could
go to the bathroom instead. Don't you have to pee?" The wicked
gleam in her eye spoke volumes about just what she wanted to do if
her father did happen to need to pee.
"Are you going to pull that same stunt that Billy did? Are
you that thirsty?" Ed laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh
well, I guess you kids have your own tastes."
She pouted at her father's mediocre response. "Aren't you a
little thirsty too Daddy?"
He pressed close against her. "I just might be, you know. I
think a hot stinky shower from my darling daughter would be a big
turn-on right now." He cupped her denim-clad crotch. "I bet you
have a whole lot stored up in there, huh?"
"Let's go upstairs to the bathroom and find out, Daddy." She
led his temptingly up the stairs. Her bladder was straining and
she had a tingle of anticipation racing through her veins.
Meanwhile, Billy was absorbing the brunt of his mother's anger
toward his father.
She had pulled him into the family room and turned on the TV.
Then she had pulled off his jeans and underwear.
"You men are such bastards. I can't believe I need cock at
all. They're such filthy little tubes!" She slapped at Billy's
semi-stiff member. "Nothing stops them."
"Mom! That hurts. Why don't you just kiss it and suck on
it?"
She glared at him. "Why should I? I was thinking of just
spanking you for getting drunk and being so irresponsible at your
age."
He shielded his genitals and turned his back to her, exposing
his taut buttcheeks. "Go ahead and hit my ass, but please don't
slap my cock again."
Without warning, Karen whacked her son's bare ass with an open
palm. He jumped, but clenched and stood fast.
She whacked him again, bringing a bright red glow to his
hairless asscheeks.
"Bend over, you filthy little boy," she demanded.
He bent at the hips, holding his T-shirt up around his chest.
She hit him several more times as hard as she could. He bit
back a yelp and squinted away the tears.
Having dissipated her anger by spanking her son, Karen now
stepped back and looked at the sight before her. Her son's ass was
cherry red, and his cock and balls were clustered neatly between
his legs. His dick was no longer the least bit hard, but Karen
conjured the memory of its stiffness.
"Are you sorry for getting drunk, you little prick?" Karen
asked.
"Yes, Mommy, I'm sorry."
Karen licked her finger and probed between the fiery cheeks of
her son's ass. She wanted to finish the spanking with a playful
goose, just like her father had always done to her.
Realizing what his mother was doing, Billy arched his ass back
into her finger, yearning for the feeling of penetration. He
remembered the first time she had let him fuck her and how she had
coaxed him to cum with a finger up his ass.
On target, Karen's digit slipped easily into her son's anus.
She slid it in as far as she could, wiggling it as she went. It
was a deliciously naughty thing to do, especially when she felt the
mushy resistance of a newly-forming turd.
"Jeez, Mom, that's a pretty nasty way to finish a whupping.
It hurts a little, but not compared to the spanking."
She wiggled her finger a little more. "You like it, though,
don't you?"
He spread his legs, bent over farther, and leaned back onto
her finger. "Mmm-hmm. It's great."
In the upstairs bathroom, Barbara was kissing her father
deeply while she tried to undo his belt. Stymied, she said, "Come
on, Daddy. Let me get it out."
"You're such a cock-crazy slut, Barbie." He helped her with
the buckle and tugged down his fly.
Barb licked her lips as she watched her father's impressive
protrusion come into view. "Dad, you can't blame me for loving
this fabulous hunk of meat. I love the look of it, the feel of it,
the taste of it..." She sank to her knees and engulfed the head of
his cock in her mouth.
He groaned and gently held the back of her head.
She pulled away to comment: "I hear that boys can't pee when
they're hard. Is that true Daddy?"
"Put it back in your mouth and let's find out, slut."
Barb raised her eyebrows. "Do you want to try to pee in my
mouth Daddy?"
"Just suck on the fucking thing and we'll see what squirts
out."
She smiled. "Piss or cum? Which would be tastier right now?
Hmmmm..." She exaggerated her contemplation.
Ed tugged his daughter's hair so her mouth was forced back
over his dick. She good-naturedly started bobbing her head again.
He moaned his approval.
Billy was moaning too as his mother frantically finger-fucked
his asshole.
Karen noticed that her son's prick had regained its erect
state. She fondled its head with her free hand.
"You love getting it in the ass, don't you? You're such a
filthy little boy."
He just groaned and humped back onto her hand.
"I can feel your shit, you know." Karen stopped moving her
finger and simply wiggled it around in the mushy contents of
Billy's bowels.
"Jeez Mom, that's gross."
"How come it makes your dick so hard then?" She squeezed the
telltale erection. Billy just grunted and his mother giggled.
The next morning, the three hungover members of the household
slept in. Karen got up, threw on a T-shirt, and let Toby out.
Then she settled on the couch and read the weekend paper.
Barbie was next to wake up, and she joined her mother on the
couch in the same attire. They didn't speak, but Karen kept
looking at her daughter and was amused at the way she sat with her
head in her hands.
Ed woke up next and rolled over to his wife's side of the bed.
As hungover as he was, he was also horny. For some reason he
always got extra horny after a night of drinking. He squeezed at
his hardening dick and recalled that he had fooled around with his
daughter last night. But had he cum? He couldn't remember.
Ed hauled himself out of bed and went down the hall to Billy's
room. Maybe his son had a better recollection of the night's
events.
Billy was sprawled on his back, snoring on his bed. He was
naked on top of the covers. Ed nodded at the youthful, sinewy
body. His son's prick lay across his stomach like a sausage. Ed
looked down at his own erect prong and clutched it for a moment.
But his head snapped up as Billy stirred. The kid rolled over
but didn't wake up. Now, however, with one leg up, Billy had
exposed his slightly parted asscheeks to Ed's lustful gaze.
Could he fuck his own son up the ass? Of course he could.
But would Billy like it or hate it?
Throwing caution to the wind, Ed tiptoed into the bathroom for
a tube of K-Y. When he returned to BIlly's room, the youngster had
raised his knee higher, giving Ed even easier access.
Slathering the lubricant on his own dick, Ed felt his hips
straining towards the hot little sanctuary. Finally he put one
knee up on the bed and aimed his prong. When he made contact with
Billy's butt, he put both hands on the kid's hips and leaned in.
Billy slowly woke up and groggily looked back to see who was
messing with him. "Dad?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
Pressing his slicked up bone a little harder against his son's
anal opening, Ed replied simply, "Going for a little morning
buttfuck, kid. I hope your asshole is nice and relaxed."
BIlly jerked his hips forward, away from the intruding prick.
"Jeez, Dad. I just woke up. Gimme a break."
"Why don't you give me a break, kid?" Ed climbed into bed and
wrapped his arms around Billy from behind.
Billy felt his father's whiskers rubbing against his shoulder
and hands wrapping around his cock. "Why do you want your cock up
my ass, Dad? What's wrong with Mom's or Barb's?"
"They're not around. Besides... your ass looked pretty good
when you were sleeping there. I've never tried it out before." Ed
moved his cock up against Billy's anus again. "You wouldn't really
mind letting me shoot a load up your ass, would you? You've done
it to me, remember."
Billy grinned back at his dad. "Yeah, that's true. I was
just a little worried that your big dick would be a little painful,
that's all."
"Tell me if it gets to be too much." Ed moved one hand onto
Billy's asscheek and pulled the crack apart. He drilled slowly
into the tight little opening.
Billy' winced, but forced his bowel muscles to loosen. He
remembered how his mother had abused that same orifice only hours
earlier. When he had been a little drunker, it had been easier to
relax. Neverhteless, sooner than he thought, his dad was stroking
easily in and out of that hole.
"How's that, son?" Ed felt his cock mashing into a lump of
his son's shit.
"Ungh. Good, Dad. Yeah... it's a lot better than I thought
it would be." Billy started to really enjoy the feeling of his
asshole being forced open by the full-length of his father's shaft.
Downstairs, Karen was daydreaming about her visit to Dr.
Powell's office. Barb was sitting back on the couch with her eyes
closed, praying that the pain in her head would go away.
Finally Barbie decided a shower would rehydrate her a little.
She shuffled off upstairs, still holding her head.
Karen watched her daughter leave, smiling at the personified
hangover, then she went back to daydreaming.
When Barb passed Billy's open door she squinted at the rutting
pair on the bed. Her dad was fucking her brother! They were in
the spoon position facing the wall, so they didn't see her.
She snuck in and knelt by the bed. She was inched from her
father's thrusting buttocks. She could smell the bittersweet aroma
of men in heat. But it was strange smelling that without the
similar scent of a lusting woman.
Sneaking her hand under the hem of her T-shirt, Barbie
realized she was about to add that very fragrance. Her pussy was
juicing up quickly. And her hangover seemed to be disappearing.
Without saying a word, she pushed her head forward into the
sweaty crack of her dad's ass. He stopped thrusting and looked
back to see his daughter diving face-first into his butt.
"What's wrong Dad?" Billy asked, wondering why the steady
rhythm in his anus had stopped. He looked back at his father, but
couldn't see Barbie.
"Not a thing, son. Your sister's just giving my asshole a
little attention with her tongue." Ed started thrusting slowly
again, loathe to lose the delicious contact with Barb's tongue.
Billy strained his head back over his father and caught sight
of silky brown hair bobbing around behind his father. He smiled.
"Go Barbie go. Tongue that shit out. Make Dad cum as quick as you
can."
Barbara marvelled at the musky staleness of her father's ass.
He had obviously been sweating out the beer from last night. She
had never licked him here before, but she was enjoying the sheer
nastiness of the act. Billy's suggestion that she might be licking
up her father's shit simply turned her on more.
With the rhythm back, although a little slower, Billy settled
back and concentrated on the intense feeling in his own bowels. He
wanted his father to cum, because he knew that as the jizz was
pumping out, the cock in his ass would expand even further. Billy
realized that all his fighting to deny his homosexual tendencies
was useless. He loved the things his father did to him. And he
loved how hot it made Barbie.
"Dad, are you going to cum up my ass?" Billy grunted. He also
looked down at his own hard-on, which was dribbling pre-cum fluid
onto the matress. He noticed his dad's hands clamped on his
hipbones. Billy jumped a little when another hand reached through
and grabbed his cock, but he realized his sister had just made the
stretch between both pairs of male legs.
Finally all three of them realized that Ed was cumming. In
fact, the orgasm snuck up on Ed so quickly, that he might have been
the last to know. Barb felt her father's anus clench around her
tongue, and Billy stifled a scream as his rectum was stretched to
the verge of tearing.
Then Billy relaxed and felt his bowels fill up with semen for
the first time.
A few minutes later, Ed untangled himself and crept quietly
out of his son's bedroom. His shrivelling cock was stained brown
and dripping.
Barb climbed up on the bed with her brother and hugged him
from behind, feeling the heat still rising off the bed where her
father had been. "Wow, Billy. That was hot."
"How did Dad's asshole taste after all that drinking we did
last night?" Billy muttered.
"Pretty nasty, but I still loved it."
Billy shook his head at the depravity his sister constantly
displayed. He turned to face her. "If you liked that, maybe you'd
like to suck his cum out of my ass."
She grinned lasciviously. "Can I?"
"You would actually do that?"
"Why not... I'd do anything for you. And I've swallowed Dad's
cum before."
"I think you'd get a little more than cum out of my ass this
morning." Billy raised one eyebrow in a warning.
She rubbed her hands together. "Ooo. You mean I finally get
to eat your shit? Remember I asked you if I could when you peed on
me that day?"
Billy recalled the day in the washroom soon after he'd started
having sex with his sister. "I thought you were just freaked out
because of Michael. I never thought you actually meant it."
Barb sat cross-legged in front of her brother. "Come on, let
me do it."
Billy shrugged, stood up on the bed and turned his back
towards Barb. He bent his knees slightly and pushed his ass
towards her waiting mouth. She eagerly slid her tongue up the cum-
slimed crack. "Mmmm, Billy, I can't wait. Push out with your
asshole."
Billy pushed, and he felt a large turd shake loose and make
its way down the slick alley. His dad's cum rushed out first, and
Barb swallowed it all. Then the big hunk of shit charged into her
mouth along with the rest of the spunk.
A little surprised by its velocity, but savouring the
forbidden and disgusting nature of the act, Barb clamped her lips
around her brother's f‘ces. She chewed and swallowed valiantly,
trying to decide if the flavour or the consistency was making her
gag. When it was gone, she smiled and licked Billy's ass some
more.
Billy looked back at his perverted sister and decided he loved
her very much.
Ed and Karen decided to go up to the cabin for the weekend.
It was a chance to be alone and to enjoy the fresh air and
natural surroundings.
As soon as Ed put the van in park, Karen announced: "I'm going
swimming. Wanna join me?"
Ed shrugged. "Are you horny at all?"
She smiled and reached across the centre console to squeeze
playfully at his crotch. "Why, are you?"
"Well, I've been thinking about that little waitress ever
since we drove past her parent's diner." Ed grinned.
Karen turned in her seat to look at him. "Your little
washroom slut? What was her name? Cathi?"
He nodded. "That's the one. She had the cutest butt and tiny
titties. God she was fun to fuck."
His wife turned up her nose and got out of the car. "You
cradle-robbing bastard. I hope you still appreciate your hot old
wife still." Karen stood outside the car and sensuously pulled off
her t-shirt. Her lacy bra seemed out-of-place in the wilderness.
"Keep going baby. I'm sure you'll remind me why you're so hot
in a minute."
Not slighted, Karen unbuttoned and wriggled out of her shorts.
She posed there in her bra, panties, and sneakers. Her body was
incredibly sleek and supple for a woman in her thirties. "Come
here, Eddie. Come over here and see why your wife is the hottest
fuck you'll ever have."
Ed scrambled out of the van and approach his wife. She
unhooked her bra at the front and cupped her naked breasts in her
hands. "That's close enough, Eddie." He stopped a couple of feet
away from her. "See these tits, Eddie? These big, hot titties?
Think of all the nasty things you could do with these knockers.
You could squeeze them, kiss them, suck them, bite them, fuck them,
cum on them, or even... piss on them. Would you like that Eddie?"
Ed thought about Barb and Billy and their apparent fascination
with urine. Now he saw how they had come by that obsession. But
it didn't bother him. In fact, when Karen had mentioned the word,
his cock had lurched in his pants.
Karen knelt down. She kept clutching her big tits and coaxing
Ed. "Do you want to piss on my tits, Eddie? Spray a hot stream
all over me? I bet that little slut in the washroom didn't beg you
to piss on her, did she?"
Ed grinned, unzipping his fly. "And her tits weren't exactly
as big as yours either." He thought about what he was about to do.
They'd been married almost twenty years and in the past two months
their sex life had become very kinky indeed. Ed was astounded that
just a few days before, he had pissed in his son's mouth and was
now about to piss on his wife. "Karen, do you feel like drinking
some of my piss?"
She smiled up at him and watched his semi-stiff prick come
into view. "What gave you that idea?"
He shrugged, "Well, Billy and Barbie have been teaching me a
few things. Our kids are just outrageous."
Jeanette knocked on the door of the Johnson residence and
waited anxiously for a response. She was hoping Billy would answer
so they could go off and be by themselves for a while.
But it was Barbara who came to the door. She was wearing a
loose tank top and cut-off jeans. The shorts had been cut high on
her smooth, sinewy hips, and the crotch was a thin strip of denim.
Jeanette recalled making a pair like that when she was thirteen and
having her mother throw them out on her.
Barb noticed the pretty blonde's gaze drop and she asked, "Are
you still thinking about my pussy, Jeanette?"
The French girl blushed and shook her head. "Is Billy here?"
Barb smiled and motioned her inside. "I'll go get him."
Jeanette settled on the couch and looked over at the blank TV
screen. She recalled the images that had flashed up there the
night she had drunkenly submitted to her first lesbian encounter.
And the honest answer to Barb's question was yes. She had been
thinking about Barb's pussy ever since.
The Johnson kids came bounding into the family room.
"Hi, babe," Billy greeted her and pecked her on the cheek.
She looked great as usual. She was wearing a pair of white stretch
stirrup pants, a blue cotton blouse with a white belt over it, and
a pair of white pumps. Billy could tell she was wearing a bra, but
it was one of those unobtrusive kind, because he noticed the little
bumps her nipples made in the blue fabric of her blouse.
"What kind of a kiss is that?" Barb called from across the
room. "You hardly touched her." Barb walked over to the couple.
"I mean," she said in subdued tones, "I've seen her with your cock
in her mouth. It's not like I'd be embarrassed or something."
Jeanette and Billy smiled at each other, realizing that Barb
had a point. Billy grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her face
onto his for a long wet kiss. She threw her arms around him and
returned the kiss, briefly glancing at Barb.
After the elongated kiss, Billy excused himself saying, "I've
got to call Leon about the baseball game. I'll be back in a
while."
When he was gone, Barb sat beside Jeanette on the couch.
"Have you let my brother fuck you yet?"
Jeanette brought one knee up on the sofa and turned towards
Barb. "We have not been able to."
Barb looked puzzled. "What? Why not?"
"We do not have a place. I sucked him in the science class at
school during lunch one day, but we almost got caught."
Giggling, Barb raised her eyebrows. "Someone almost saw you
getting a mouthful of Billy's cock?"
Jeanette shrugged. "He had just... what is your word..."
"Cum?"
Jeanette nodded happily. "Yes. Yes. Cum. He had just cum
and when the girl walked in I still had some on my chin. I know
she knew what we were doing, but Billy was very calm and we just
walked out."
Barb started stroking Jeanette's long blonde hair. "Do you
want him to fuck you?"
Jeanette nodded and backed her head away from the stroking.
"Have you ever let a guy fuck you in the ass?"
"No," Jeanette answered quickly. "Never."
Barb moved closer to Jeanette and whispered hotly in her ear.
"Don't you want a guy to slide his cock into your dirty asshole?
To fuck you deep and squirt his cum inside you. Then you'd shit
out his spunk for a week."
The images came crashing through Jeanette's mind. She
pictured Billy hunkering down behind her as her butthole was forced
wide open to accept his cock. It made her pussy wet and she
shivered slightly with lust. But she tried not to let Barb notice.
The dark-haired girl was moving even closer.
Suddenly Barb stood up and wiggled out of her tiny cut-offs.
Then she turned away from Jeanette and bent at the waist. Jeanette
was treated to a view of Barb's perfect ass and legs, spread apart
slightly so the cleft of her cunt was also visible. She was amazed
at how horny it made her.
"Shove a finger up my ass," Barb commanded.
Shocked by the sudden directive, Jeanette sat silently for a
moment then slowly raised her hand towards Barb's exposed anus.
She hesitated. "Should I wet it first?"
Barb looked around at Jeanette and smiled. "Yeah, I guess.
Spit on your finger first."
Jeanette carefully let a string of saliva dribble onto her
forefinger and once again moved it towards Barb's butt. Barb
started flexing her ass muscles so her puckered ring moved in and
out.
"Hurry up, Jeanette. Finger-fuck my ass."
Jeanette poked her finger into Barb's asshole and was
surprised at how easily it slid in. "Your ass is very... loose.
Do you let men in here all the time?"
Pondering, and savouring, Barb hummed, "Mmmhmmm. As much as
I can. I love it up the ass." But Barb resented Jeanette's
description of her beloved little shithole as "loose". She took
pride in the fact that it gave her brother so much pleasure because
it was so tight.
"Does Billy?" Jeanette asked.
Barb gently took Jeanette's wrist and backed it away from her,
then she turned around and spoke directly to Jeanette. "Keep it
secret, Jeanette, but Billy is actually the only one who ever has."
She thought about how close her father had been before he lost
control and came in her pussy instead.
Jeanette sniffed her finger. It was musky, which turned her
on. "Smell your ass." She offered the finger to Barb, who inhaled
deeply.
"I know. Don't you love the smell?"
Billy came back and noticed that his sister was naked from the
waist down. "What's going on, you guys?"
Embarrassed, Jeanette stammered, "We... Barb was showing me
how to make those kinds of shorts."
"Bullshit!" Barb cried, "She was fingering my asshole, Billy."
Billy pretended to be angry, grabbing Jeanette's hands and
smelling her fingers. "You really were!" He held up the hand with
the musky finger and smiled.
Jeanette looked ashamed and a little frightened. "I'm sorry,
Billy."
"Hey, don't worry about it. There's nothing wrong with a
little ass-fingering now and then." Billy smiled at his sister and
Barb winked back. "In fact, I think my ass needs a little
fingering right now. Do you think you could handle that,
Jeanette?"
"Your ass, Billy?"
"Yeah, his shithole, you stupid little cunt," Barb snapped.
"Finger it for him."
Billy yanked down his jeans and turned around. He backed up
to Jeanette, who was still sitting in the couch, and bent at the
waist. "See my asshole, bitch?"
Jeanette didn't answer. Instead she dribbled more saliva onto
her finger and poked it towards Billy's anus. She knew what to do
now that Barbara had coached her. It felt very warm when her
finger finally slid all the way in.
"How does that feel, Billy?" Jeanette asked.
"Great. Can you feel any shit in there?"
Now that he had mentioned it, Jeanette did sense that her
finger was mushing through something. "I think so, yes."
"Oooo, does his shit feel good?" Barb inquired. She was using
her middle finger to massage her own clit.
Jeanette smiled. "Actually, it does feel good."
"Wait til you taste it, slut," Billy said.
Jeanette froze for a moment. "Do you want me to taste it,
Billy?"
"Just lick off your finger, now."
Jeanette pulled her finger out of Billy's rectum and saw the
brown stuff clinging to her knuckles and fingernail. She slowly
brought it up to her mouth while the outrageous siblings looked on.
Sniffing first, Jeanette decided it did not smell all that bad.
She was expecting worse. Then she sensuously ran her tongue up the
soiled digit. The feces hit her tastebuds and she winced a little.
Bracing herself, she sucked the whole thing into her mouth and
slurped off all of her lover's shit. She savoured it a little and
realized that she enjoyed being so perverted.
"There," Jeanette said proudly, "I did it."
"Okay," Barb smiled, "but would you do this?" She whispered
in Billy's ear and then knelt in front of him.
Billy smiled at Jeanette and aimed his semi-stiff prick
towards Barb's gaping mouth. Fitful spurts of urine began to flow
from his cock. Barb lapped enthusiastically at each one. Finally
a steady flow began which filled Barbara's mouth and flowed out
onto her breasts, soaking her tank top. Billy grunted to cut off
the stream giving Barb a chance to swallow, and then continued
pissing in earnest.
When it was over, Jeanette asked the obvious, in a small
voice, "You drink your brother's piss?" She was trembling, but
admitted to herself that she was turned on.
Barb leap up and pressed her face close to Jeanette's. "Yeah.
I love it."
Jeanette sniffed at the acrid sheen that covered Barb's upper
body. She leaned down to smell the soaking wet tank top and Barb
pulled her close. Jeanette struggled briefly, but then let her
cheek press against the smelly wet slope of Barb's tits.
"Mmmm, how's that Frenchie?" Barb cooed.
"I think I like it," she said coyly.
Ed invited Leon and Billy up to the cabin for a boy's fishing
weekend.
Billy looked forward to spending the time with his Dad. He
hoped he would get a chance to be alone with him so they could get
off with each other. He had found himself craving the unique
experience of homosexual sex.
Ed was hoping to get Leon into the act.
They stopped at their usual diner on the way up, and Leon was
introduced to Cathi. She was very shy around them, but they could
sense an underlying lust that was left over from their last
encounter.
Ed suggested that Cathi join them for their trip and she said
she would have to ask her parents. She came back within a few
minutes beaming and hauling a large bag of clothes.
"They said I could go. I can't believe it." She kissed Ed
wetly on the lips and hugged Billy.
When they were on the road again, Billy grabbed her small
breasts and tried to take off her tight uniform.
She squealed and pushed his hands away. "Wait! Don't start
yet." She looked uncomfortably at Leon, who looked as lustily at
her as the others. "Mister, can't you tell your son to wait?"
Ed chuckled. "Come on, Billy. Give her a break."
Billy shrunk back into the corner and sulked out the window.
As soon as they got to the cabin, Ed led Cathi up the walkway
while Leon and Billy unpacked the gear.
Ed put his arm around the young girl. "I'm glad you came with
us, Cathi. I've been thinking about your hot little pussy ever
since our little introduction in the washroom."
She smiled. "You're such a nice man. I loved it when you put
it in my mouth."
"That was great, wasn't it? Do you think you could do that
for all of us this weekend?" Ed hugged her closer.
She grinned. "Sure. But Billy better be nice to me."
"If you suck his cock and let him cum in your mouth, he'll be
really nice to you."
Cathi hugged him. "I hope so."
Later the three males were sitting in a row on the couch while
Cathi merrily gobbled their pricks one after the other. Ed was in
the middle and he put his arm around each boy as the action heated
up.
"You know it's a drag that she can only suck one of us at a
time," Billy commented.
"Hey Cathi, do you think you could suck two pricks at once?"
Ed asked.
She smiled and shrugged. She was obviously willing to give it
a try.
"You and Leon go for it," Ed said, standing up and moving to
the nearby armchair.
Billy stood up and thrust his hips forward. Leon was a little
wary. He stood beside Billy but did not make his prick very
accessible to Cathi.
Billy smiled. "Leon, buddy, we've got to touch cocks if she's
going to get them both in her mouth."
Leon finally moved his hips forward and moaned as Cathi's
mouth stretched unwieldily over the heads. The contrast of a black
shaft and a white shaft packed into a young girl's mouth was an
intense turn-on for Ed.
Billy was getting intense feelings too. Mostly from rubbing
his cock against his friend's under the pretense of fucking the
girl's mouth. He wanted to cum all over Leon's dick.
His wish was fulfilled moments later when an orgasm snuck up
on him and he started pumping. Cathi's head popped off as her
overstuffed mouth became too full when Billy's semen was added to
the burden. Billy kept squirting and globs of thick cream coated
Leon's groin area.
Cathi was giggling. "You came all over the guy. What a
mess."
"Lick it up, baby," Leon suggested goodnaturedly. He was not
the least bit annoyed with Billy's emission.
Cathi turned up her nose. "Ew, it's all cold now. I only
like it when it's fresh. Like right out of the guy."
Leon pulled her head into his slimy crotch. "You'll get some
fresh stuff out of me soon enough. Just suck it a little more."
Despite her original objections, Cathi merrily slurped Leon's
cum-coated prick into her mouth. Apparently the promise of new
semen was enough to embolden her.
Leon grunted and puffed while he pumped out his own load.
Cathi slurped up every bit, gulping noisily and breathing heavily
through her nose.
That night they sat around a card table for some poker and
beer. The three males drank and joked, and Cathi played the
waitress role that she was used to.
"We'll play the chips for her," Ed explained, pointing at
Cathi. "Whoever wins the most chips, wins her in the sack
tonight."
Cathi smiled and shook her finger at Billy. "And no
cheating."
He sullenly mumbled, "Fuck off."
Leon turned out to be a genius card player, and happily
escorted Cathi into one of the bedrooms.
When they were alone, Billy chugged back his beer and said.
"Dad, let's do something together."
Ed grinned at his son. "Let's go for a walk, Billy."
Out on the forest path, standing side-by-side, they looked up
at the moon. Ed put his arm around his son's shoulders. "It's a
great night, eh Billy?"
Still sulking a little, Billy just shrugged.
"Come on Billy, Leon won fair and square. Don't be such a
brat." Ed ruffled his son's hair.
Realizing he was being a little unreasonable, Billy smiled,
"Yeah, I guess. But she's such a little slut; I wanted to do her
in so many ways."
"I guess you'll just have to settle for your old dad." Ed
hugged Billy closer.
"Yeah, I guess. But I wish Barbie was here."
Ed laughed. "I don't think it's very good for you to be so
horny for your sister. Aren't there any girls at school?"
"Yeah: Jeanette. But she's... I don't know, not as good."
Billy realized for the first time that part of the reason he
enjoyed sex with Barb was because she was his sister.
Changing the subject, Ed shrugged and unzipped his fly. Billy
was wondering how casually his father was going to engage in sex
with his this time. But Ed said, "Well, I've got to piss a
troughful... all that beer."
Billy watched admiringly as the yellow stream flowed out of
his father's thick tube of meat. He hesitantly reached his hand
out to touch his father's cock.
Ed noticed the movement and smiled. "Go ahead, Billy," he
coaxed softly, "touch it while I piss."
Billy closed his hand around the warm tube of his father's
cock. He could almost feel the rush of urine through the skin.
When's Ed's flow slowed and dwindled, Billy squeezed and tugged,
milking the last drops out as if it were his own dick.
"Do you want to fuck, son?" Ed asked softly, putting his hand
on Billy's shoulder.
Billy smiled. "Yeah. I want it in my ass again. Do you feel
like fucking me?"
Ed seemed almost embarrassed by the easy manner in which he
now talked to his son about engaging in sex. But he found his
prick stiffening and watched with keen interest as Billy pulled off
his jeans and underwear. Ed spat into his palm and polished the
head of his cock with saliva.
Billy bent at the waist and pulled his buttcheeks apart. "Go
ahead, Dad."
Ed spat again and wiped a generous amount of saliva onto his
son's anus. "Ready, kid?"
"Mmm-hmm," Billy responded, his eyes closed.
Ed eased his dick up to the opening to Billy's asshole, then
slowly pressed forward. The resistance increased until Ed's
cockhead was engulfed, then he easily slid the shaft in.
Later that night, with his father's semen leaking out of his
asshole, Billy lay awake. He was thinking about his life since
that fateful day at the kitchen table with his mother and sister.
He reached back and dabbed at the flow from his anus.
Smiling, he pushed his middle finger into that orifice and thought
about how he never would have accepted the fact that he could
engage in homosexual acts, let alone enjoy them. But now it seemed
an important part of his life.
Billy heard the door to his room creak open.
Leon snuck in and was greeted to the sight of Billy's splayed
buttcheeks, finger quickly being removed from the dank opening
between.
Billy flipped over, realizing he'd been caught. But his semi
stiff prick was not much better to present as evidence of what he'd
been doing. "Don't just barge in like that!" Billy fumbled to
pull up the sheet.
Leon grinned, his teeth shining out of the darkness of his
face. "Don't get your jollies with your butt facing the door!"
Billy noticed that Leon was wearing only a pair of loose boxer
shorts. They were stained on the front. Cathi must have been
providing quite a night for the lucky guy.
"How is she?"
Leon grinned again. "Awesome. She sucks dick like a pro, but
she won't let me fuck her."
"No way!"
The two boys looked at each other with surprise and giggled
like girls. It was a meaningful moment and Leon took a hint from
it.
"You, on the other hand," Leon said as he pulled the sheet
away from Billy's body, "look like you're willing to do anything
right now."
Billy shrugged, now unconcerned that his prick was stiffly
displayed to his friend. "I guess I am."
"For a white guy, you're not hung too bad," Leon quipped as he
sat on the edge of Billy's bed.
"Very funny. Did you like it when I pumped out all over you
earlier?"
Leon nodded and reached out to touch Billy's straining
erection. "I never thought you'd be like this, Billy. But I'm
glad that you are. Myself, I can't get enough sex from girls or
guys." Then Leon paused, his warm hand wrapped around Billy's
blazing member. "But it's pretty tough to find guys who are into
it at our school, you know?"
Billy closed his eyes and muttered, "Yeah, I know." He was
savouring the feeling of Leon's hand.
"Can I suck it?" Leon asked quietly.
Billy nodded, certain that if he spoke, his voice would crack.
But he watched intently as Leon's head dipped down. He leaned back
to watch the head of his cock pass into Leon's mouth. Then he
moaned, the heat forcing him to verbalize.
"Nice cunt," the man commented as he slipped his throbbing
prick into Barb's well-lubed snatch.
Barb looked back over her shoulder at the scruffy looking guy
she'd met in the mall a few minutes earlier. She savoured the
feeling of a new cock entering her pussy. "Come on, fuck me
harder," she panted.
Grabbing her ass on both sides, the man moved his hips with
more energy into the beautiful stranger. She had her skirt flipped
up and was letting him fuck her right here in the mall's men's
room. What an outrageous slut she was.
"That's it. Yeah," she coaxed. The guy wasn't bad at using
his big tool, but Barb still liked the way her father took control
and the way Billy was so vigorous.
"Can I fuck you in the ass?" the man asked, looking down at
the little puckered ring before him.
She looked back over her shoulder again. "If you can cum in
my pussy first, then I'll let you fuck my ass." She smiled to
encourage him to accept the proposal.
He shrugged and kept pumping. Any hole was better than no
hole. He should be happy with what he could get. But he wasn't
sure if he could cum and then get it up again, no matter how sexy
this bitch was.
"Wanna fuck me in my ass Daddy?" Barb said casually as she
threw her shopping bags down on the office floor.
Ed looked up from the desk and grinned. "Why that urge,
sweetheart? Is Billy neglecting you?"
She started taking off her clothes. "I want you to see
something." The stranger at the mall had left her very
dissatisfied.
Leaning back, Ed watched his daughter reveal her phenomenal
body. "I'd love to see something like that."
"No, wait," she said, struggling to lower her jeans off her
hips. "I got a tattoo."
"Barbie! Why?"
She backed towards him, the smooth globe of her left asscheek
now marred with a pair of cartoon lips.
"My life has changed," she answered simply.
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