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Does anyone know the author/writer................
Stepmother's
Lover
by John C. Douglas - Edited by
TheEditor
Chapter 1
Dorothy Morgan glared at her stepson with angry green eyes as she
listened to the Lawyer's cracked voice destroy the hope she had nursed
for the past five years.
Damn it! It just wasn't fair! Bruce Morgan had been ages older than her
twenty-four years, and his children were already into their teens when
she married him. He wasn't
a bad looking man, and he had been proficient, if not inventive in the
bedroom. But Dorothy was convinced that she could have done a lot better
with a minimum of effort. The only reason she married Bruce Morgan was
his clearly stated promise that the three hundred acre farm would be
hers when he died.
For five years, she had played Mother to Ted and Linda, while dutifully
offering her young body to Bruce's nightly assaults. Now, Ted was
eighteen and Linda was sixteen,
and Bruce was dead.
Dorothy did not pretend a grief she could not discover among her
emotions. Even the youngsters received the news of the auto accident
with suppressed sighs of relief.
Bruce had never been close to either of them, and his authoritarian
attitude would be missed but little.
"So," the Lawyer concluded, folding the document and removing his
glasses, "I Morgan left the bulk of his estate to his sole male heir,
Ted Morgan. The others will receive sums up to ten thousand dollars."
Ted's dark eyes mocked her as Dorothy exclaimed, "He couldn't do this to
me! I'll contest the will!"
The attorney sighed. "That is your privileges of course. But I assure
you, this will cannot be broken. Mr. Morgan was very specific in his
demands that it be made unbreakable." He folded his bony hands on the
desk. "I'm sure you can work something out among yourselves without all
the expense and embarrassment of prolonged litigation."
"Sure," Ted's deep baritone drew another glare from his Stepmother. "We
can work something out. We'll talk it over when we get home."
"Your home," the woman exclaimed angrily. "Not mine! Your Father saw to
that."
The Lawyer stood up, his narrow shoulders supplying a shrug of finality.
Ted rose to his feet, tall and muscular, offering an arm to Dorothy and
receiving another furious frown of refusal.
Linda Morgan, Ted's younger sister, followed her brother and Stepmother
from the office, down the narrow hallway, and out the side door into the
parking area where they had left the Chrysler.
The contents of the will had failed to surprise the girl. It seemed
logical that Ted should assume control of the farm. He was, after all, a
man, and farming was no job for a woman, especially one like Dorothy.
Linda didn't dislike her Stepmother. It was just that she had never been
able to accept her as Bruce's wife. Her Father had been a stern and cold
man, while Dorothy, with her flaming red hair and generously curved
body, was---Linda found it difficult to shape the word, even in the
privacy of her mind---sexy.
"I'll drive," Ted announced when they reached the car. He held out his
hand for the keys, and Dorothy’s normally full lips became a tight red
slash above a quivering dainty chin. She placed them on his palm with
unnecessary force, then stalked to the rear door and climbed into the
back seat.
"You can ride up front with me, Linda." Ted grinned, and the girl
trotted happily around the car, her skirt climbing over her slender
thighs as she settled herself in the comfortable seat, watching her
brother insert the key with an air of authority.
"Are things going to be different, Ted?" Linda asked as they pulled out
into the light afternoon traffic." At home, I mean."
Ted gave her a quick smile, his eyes dropping to caress the tanned flesh
above her dimpled knees. His right hand lifted from the wheel to curve
warm fingers about her
thigh, gentle, yet bold, moving upward just enough to suggest more than
a casual touch.
Linda's body tensed as she felt the warm tingling between her legs.
Then, just as suddenly, the muscles relaxed and she let her thighs roll
on the seat, widening the angle between them. She was mistaken about
Ted's intention. She had to be. It was unthinkable that her own brother
would actually do the thing that flitted through her mind.
"Things will be better, Sis." His voice was soft, conveying the same
thrilling warmth that radiated from his fingers, still sliding over the
smoothness of her skin, dangerously near the forbidden zone. Linda
wondered what she would do if he actually touched her there.
"What are you doing?" Dorothy's voice came harshly from the back seat.
She was leaning forward, staring at Ted's hand, her own gripping the
leather upholstery.
Ted's eyes were insolent, meeting hers in the rectangular mirror. His
fingers tightened about the young flesh, possessively and boldly. His
voice bore a trace of harshness that made the woman sit back, her face a
lovely mask of confusion.
"I'm doing what I want to do," he said tensely. "She's my sister. Or
have you forgotten that?"
Linda wondered why Dorothy had objected to her brother's touch. He
wasn't hurting her. On the contrary, the most pleasant sensations were
pulsating through her lower belly, concentrating their tingling thrills
in the plump mound beneath her thin panties.
A faint pink glow spread upward from her small breasts to paint her
cheeks. She desperately hoped that Ted would not notice the dampness
that was beginning to
seep through her panties.
Linda hated it when his hand returned to the wheel, and she hated
herself for thinking that it had been anything more than a gesture of
affection. Ted would never dream of doing those awful things that were
pictured hazily on the rim of her consciousness.
All three were silent as the powerful car swallowed the miles with its
throaty purr. At the farm, Dorothy was first out, stalking into the
multi-columned house with an exaggerated twisting of her lush bottom.
She climbed the stairs to her second-story bedroom, closing the door
behind her before dropping the mask of haughty defiance and yielding to
the gut-wrenching sobs of disappointment. Before the mirror of the heavy
oak dresser, she stared at the convulsive heaving of her prominent
breasts, the big mounds shoving their outlined tips against the black
dress.
"Mourn, bitch," she whispered in a fierce tone. Pretend you're sorry!
The only thing you're sorry about is getting cut out of his will."
The lips snarled, quivered, then curved in a strained smile. Her head
went back, the red hair swirling and reflecting the lift from the tall
windows of the bedroom. She laughed, beginning with a sobbing chuckle,
and climbing dangerously toward hysteria.
"He fucked you, Dots!" she hissed at her swaying reflection. "The son of
a bitch fucked you after he was dead and buried!"
Her fingers tore at the neckline of the dress, ripping it down the front
and tugging the split until it hung like a ragged black smock, gaping to
expose her nakedness. Her tits poked meaty nipples at the mirror, and
her pubic thatch flamed its redness.
"He got the prime years," she whispered, the angry tone surrendering to
a wistful softness. "And what did you get? You got fucked! That's what!
He promised you the
whole damn pie, and you end up with the crumbs!"
Gracefully, even in anger, she shrugged the torn dress down over the
firm breasts, wiggling her voluptuous hips until the cloth puddled about
her feet, and she stood naked except for the sheer hose, garter belt and
slippers.
Unsnapping, peeling her thighs tensing and quivering, she removed the
last item to stand, long legs spread wide, devouring her mirrored
nakedness with half-closed eyes. The spongy nipples began a visible
engorgement, swelling and tightening in their pinkish brown circles.
She shot her pelvis forward, pushing the plump cuntal mound into greater
prominence, bending her knees and widening the angle of her thighs until
the lips of her pussy were tugged apart to reveal the delicate slit of
the vaginal entrance, pink, moist and shivering with suppressed
excitement.
"God!" she breathed. "If I'd only had a real man during those years!"
She bent her head forward, one hand cupping a pliant mound and
contorting its roundness to lift the succulent nipple to where her wet
tongue could caress its rounded tip. The other hand splayed slender
fingers over the red hairs of her bush, the middle digit disappearing
into her red corridor. Her neck arched, and her red lips fastened about
the swollen nipple, sucking avidly. Her finger probed and wiggled, and
her luscious ass bucked excitedly.
Pleasure welled in her grinding belly, becoming a hot slippery flow that
coated the dancing finger and spread to the other digits, enabling her
thumb to slide delightfully over the throbbing bud of her expanding
clit.
It was never necessary for Dorothy to fantasize during her masturbatory
sessions. Her own body was the only image required to create a swirling
desire in her easily aroused loins and she could quench that surging
lust with skillful fingers and a knowing mouth.
Her hand and wrist were wet from the flood of vaginal nectar, and it
trickled sluggishly down the inner curves of her quivering thighs as her
finger plunged and retreated, frictioning the labial lips and the
pulsating walls of her convulsing pussy.
The saliva-covered tit slipped from her mouth as the ecstatic shivers of
climax tightened her muscles, pulling her grinding hips forward, and
arching her torso backward. The tendons in her slender neck rose to
become writhing blue worms beneath the flawless skin, throbbing to the
accelerated rhythm of her pulse and the repeated stains of orgasmic
pleasure.
For a few fleeting moments, Dorothy was able to forget the injustice of
her late husband's will. As her vagina contracted with a force that made
her whole body jerk and tremble, she gave herself over to the familiar,
yet always incredible pleasure. It was one thing that Bruce had been
unable to take away from her.
Her legs were still weak when, showered and dressed in a white blouse
and skirt that accentuated her breasts and hips, she went downstairs to
talk with her stepson.
Ted was in the study, seated behind the massive desk talking on the
phone. He had pulled one of the lower drawers open and propped a foot on
it, leaning back and swinging his elevated knee from side to side in a
way that drew the fabric of his tan slacks tightly against the obviously
large contents of the crotch.
He murmured something into the phone as Dorothy entered, then replaced
it, keeping his knees spread, and sliding farther down in the swivel
chair. The position shoved his bulging crotch forward. He watched her
cross the floor, his eyes sliding up and down her body, insolent and
appraising.
"Well," he drawled, matching voice to expression. "If it isn't my
darling Stepmother. Have you decided to be more reasonable?"
Dorothy sank onto a straight-backed chair, the skirt baring dimpled
knees and the beginning of perfectly rounded thighs. She took a deep
breath, forcing back the anger and bitterness.
"I acted childishly Ted," she murmured. "I was blaming you for something
your Father did. It isn't your fault."
The handsome face showed no expression, merely watched her, the eyes
flicking down, now and then, to caress the curve of her thighs. She
found his stare disconcerting.
"You haven't said what you want me to do," she continued. "I have
nowhere else to go, and the money won't be available for several weeks."
Her voice trembled, then steadied. "Even then, I'll have just enough to
see me through the year."
Ted's voice was gentle as he said, "What makes you think I want you to
leave? Linda would be lost without you."
She watched his eyes trying to read them. Failing' she said, "I've
always felt you didn't approve of my marriage to your Father."
The eyes hardened, hatred flickering in their depths. "My Father is
dead." The voice was flat. "Whatever I may have felt about him no longer
matters." He was silent for a moment, still moving his knee in that
metronomic cadence. "Do you want to stay here?"
"I have nowhere else," she repeated, unable to keep her eyes from his
bulging crotch. It seemed larger than before. It suddenly dawned on her
that she had never seen Ted naked. He had been almost thirteen when she
married Bruce, and already showing signs of maturity.
"That wasn't the question," he reminded her, his lips curving. "Do you
want to stay?"
Wordless, defeated by the prospect of near-poverty after the five years
of luxury, she exclaimed, "Yes! You know I do!"
His broad shoulders rose and fell. "Why don't we discuss it tonight?" he
suggested, the lashes masking his eyes. "After Linda has gone to bed."
"What is there to discuss?" she countered, failing to read anything
unusual in the remark.
"There are several changes I plan to make," Ted said, lowering his foot
from the drawer. "I just called Aunt Joyce, and invited her to bring the
kids for an extended visit."
Dorothy tried to hide the sudden frown as she said, "She never liked me.
There'll be trouble between us."
The handsome face hardened perceptibly. "You still remember that they
are my relatives," he said in a flat voice. "Aunt Joyce was my Mother's
sister."
"That's why she hates me," Dorothy ventured. "She felt that I was trying
to take your Mother's place with Bruce."
The slight frown faded, replaced by a curious tilting of the wide mouth.
"Would it make you feel better if I called you Mother?"
It was her turn to frown, with a confused knitting of her brow. "I... I
don't know. Both of you have always called me Dorothy."
"Yes." The grin broadened. "But, like I told you, there are going to be
some changes made."
Linda's entrance halted their conversation, and Dorothy retreated to the
kitchen, checking with the cook on the preparation of dinner. She had no
chance to be alone with Ted until after ten o'clock, when Linda yawned
and excused herself for the night.
Slumped in his late Father's chair, watching the news without any real
interest, Ted reminded her of his previous remark. "We'll talk in your
room, Mother." The last word was emphasized, Dorothy was unable to
determine its meaning.
"Why can't we talk down here?" she asked.
His eyes flickered from the TV to her face, then back again. "We're
going to talk," he replied coldly. "Not argue. I don't like arguments."
Dorothy felt a surge of anger, but forced it aside, keeping her voice
even as she said, "Are you ready to go?"
"You go ahead," he answered, not looking at her. "Just leave your door
unlocked.
Dorothy's mind sought for some explanation of the lad's conduct as she
ascended the stairs, entering her room and closing the door. She had
known Ted for five years. But,
she realized, she didn't really know him at all.
A creature of habit, she found herself selecting a gown from the closet,
carrying it into the adjoining bath and changing into it before
considering the implications of Ted's presence in her bedroom. Quickly,
she tugged a robe from the closet and shrugged it on over the thin gown.
She had hardly drawn the fabric about her narrow waist when Ted opened
the door without knocking, stepped inside, and closed it behind him.
"You could have knocked!" she said forcefully. "I might have been
dressing."
He leaned casually against the door, his eyes lazy and humorous as they
drifted up and down her body, its lush curves challenging the robe with
their prominence.
"You seem to forget, Mother, dear," he drawled. "This is now my house. I
can go anywhere in it, at any time."
"You can show a little common courtesy!" she exclaimed.
His lips curved. "Oh, I'll show more than that!"
Dorothy stared in disbelief as he reached for the zipper of his slacks,
drawing it downward with a gesture of boldness. His hand dipped into the
gaping fly to emerge
with his cock, huge, even in flaccidity. His fingers tugged the loose
skin back from the meaty glands.
"I plan to show you everything, Mother," he said softly. She had
expected some childish display of authority. But his deliberate exposure
caught her by surprise. For several seconds, as the cock began a rapid
swelling under the manipulation of his encircling fingers, she was
unable to speak, merely staring at the meaty cylinder that jutted from
his fly, arrogant and lustful. The purple head was shiny, its membranous
surface tight under the pressure of his fist.
"What do you think of it?" the boy asked before she was able to speak.
The prick was already larger than Dorothy imagined it would be, and it
was still growing. As if
aware of her thoughts, he added, "It's a lot bigger than the old mans."
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" The words sounded trite and
foolish. The lad was correct in his comparison. Bruce's tool was a
trifle when measured against the engorged column of arching hardness
that sprouted from the base of Ted's belly.
His eyes became glittering slits, chilling her with their icy stare.
"Take your robe off, Mother," he said in a tight voice.
She shook her head, the red hair brushing her cheeks with the violence
of her refusal. She continued to gaze at the huge organ, hypnotized by
its size and virility. Her hands flew to clutch the robe more tightly
about her big breasts, feeling the fabric slide against the thin gown,
teasing her sensitive nipples.
"You have a choice," Ted reminded her. "You can do as I tell you or get
out." His voice softened just enough to compel her attention. "Wouldn't
it be a lot simpler to cooperate? I can make things very pleasant for
you."
"What... what do you want me to do?" she asked weakly.
"Eventually," he answered in that same soft tone, "everything. But, I'll
settle for a little head right now. I have the feeling you really know
how to suck a big, juicy dick."
Her breath was audible in its swift intake. "You're awful!"
He moved toward her, his free hand darting out to clamp her shoulder,
the fingers tightening until her face twisted with pain and she gasped,
a whimpering sound of protest.
"Down, Mother!" he growled, forcing her downward toward the rearing
column of throbbing cock flesh. "It's time to pay the rent for a
change."
Dorothy's face poised over the slitted head of his prick, so close that
she could smell the musk of the engorged phallus. Her knees trembled and
bent, and she sank to a kneeling position before him, her hands flying
out to push against his hard thighs as she sought to evade the scarlet
knob that aimed its tiny slit at her mouth.
"Don't, Ted!" she whispered. "Please! Please, let me up!"
She knew the plea was futile lust as she knew that the boy was perfectly
capable of forcing her to submit. His eighteen-year-old body was
rock-hard, and the grip on
her shoulder sent waves of pain through her torso.
"Don't be coy!" he exclaimed, shoving his hips forward and rubbing the
satin knob against her chin. "Don't try to pretend that you've never
chewed on a cock."
The pain in her shoulder was unbearable. She shuddered convulsively, her
voice breaking. "All right! For God's sake! I'll do it!"
She offered no resistance when his hand tugged the robe from her
shoulder, pushing the gown aside to bare the pink-tipped mound of one
breast. He didn't touch it, but Dorothy could feel his eyes on the
nipple, and a strange tingling spread through the sensitive aureole. The
spongy bud stiffened and expanded, in spite of her mental commands to
the disobedient flesh. She heard Ted's soft chuckle.
"You see, Mother?" He rubbed the head of his prick against her cheek,
his free hand caressing her red hair. "You get all excited just looking
at my cock. Imagine how it will feel when you start sucking on it."
Dorothy tried to fight back the sob that racked her shoulders and
jiggled her naked breast. Her hands, still clutching his hard thighs,
gripped the muscles through the thin fabric of his slacks.
"Let's stop fucking around," he said huskily. "Pull my balls out, and
let's have a little action."
There was nothing else she could do, Dorothy told herself. She had to
obey him. Her fingers dipped into his fly, beneath the root of his thick
cock, lifting out the huge sac with its twin nuts rolling in her gentle
grip. Her other hand curved about the shaft of his prick, finding that
she couldn't make her fingers meet.
God! He was big! Much larger than anyone she had ever handled before
marrying Bruce, and a third larger than Bruce's. No matter how much she
resented what the lad
was making her do, she couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have
his monster cock inside her, stretching her vagina and pounding up
against her womb with its huge head.
"That's it!" Ted exclaimed, his buttocks clenching as he shoved his hips
forward, sliding the huge prick through her warm fingers. "Now wrap your
tonsils around that dick!"
Dorothy jerked her head back as the prick shot forward, the scarlet
helmet glistening as its tiny slit parted under the sudden strain. A
glob of clear pre-cum oozed from the reddened eye, then began moving
sluggishly down the inverted "V" of his glands.
"Lick it off, Mother!" he demanded, the hand on her head urging her
closer. "You may as well get used to the taste of come. I'm going to see
to it that you have all you can handle."
She could not twist aside. The musky scent of his organ filled her
nostrils, and she grunted as the head was jammed roughly against her
closed lips. She felt the hot wetness slide toward her left cheek,
gnashing her lips back against her clenched teeth.
"Open your mouth!" There was a fierceness in his voice that demanded
obedience. She strained her jaw to accommodate the large knob, feeling
it brush her lips and drive between her widely parted teeth. The taste
of his cock filled her mouth, slightly salty and completely masculine.
It touched her tongue, and she tried to block its deeper penetration by
stiffening that oral member.
"Take it, damn you!" he hissed, fingers tugging at her hair until tears
sprang into her tightly closed eyes. Her protest was a nasal whine, for
her mouth was filled with the
meaty tip of his prick, and he was forcing still more of it inside.
Until that moment, Dorothy had believed that she could find some way of
avoiding the complete surrender demanded by her handsome stepson. If
nothing else, she was prepared to give him a few kisses, and use her
hand to relieve that throbbing hardness.
But the lad was not interested in the usual foreplay. He had acted so
quickly and forcefully that she could do nothing but obey his barked
commands.
Her tongue dipped beneath the advancing head of his cock and she felt it
press the soft arch behind her palate. Her fingers tightened about the
base of the shaft, and she gagged as the knob drove farther back,
threatening her throat with its huge bulk. She felt her lips press the
circle of thumb and forefinger.
"Move your hand!"
Dorothy brain whirled. It couldn't be happening to her. It wasn't
possible that the boy she had accepted as a son just five years ago
could be doing this terrible thing to her. But the meaty shaft was all
too real, and as her fingers relinquished their grip his cock was
driving deeper, filling her throat and blocking her breath.
The boy's hips shuddered as the head reached the soft embrace of her
tonsils and the involuntary convulsions of her throat tightened the hot
wetness about it. His hands,
like talons on her red hair, held her securely in place for a long
moment, ignoring her frantic efforts to breathe
Air whistled through her nostrils as he drew the prick outward to the
roomier area between tongue and palate. She whimpered, swallowing
quickly, and tasting the tart
jism left by the deep plunge of his cock.
"Suck it real good for me," he said in a thick voice, "and I won't make
you take it all. Understand?"
She heard her whine of assent, and felt the prick slide over her tongue
as she bobbed her head in agreement. She was willing to do anything to
avoid another choking invasion by that huge shaft. Squeezing her eyes
closed, she went to work.
Before her marriage to Bruce, Dorothy had permitted a few select
partners to slide just the heads of their cocks into her mouth and she
had teased their glands with rapid movements of her tongue. She had even
sucked a little if she was in the proper mood. But she had stopped long
before they could shoot their wad, no matter how much they pleaded with
her to go all the way.
This time, she realized, there would be no stopping. She would have to
take his load in her mouth. Then, if she was careful, she could spit it
out after he withdrew his cock.
As if reading her thoughts, Ted said, "You're gonna drink it!" His
fingers in her hair reminded her of her helplessness. "You're gonna make
me come, and you're gonna swallow every goddamn drop of it!"
She was already sucking him, and sliding her mouth back and forth on the
throbbing shaft. Now as his words registered in her confused mind, she
accepted them without argument. He had already reduced her to an
animal-like submission. She could hardly be forced any lower.
His prick, now that she could analyze her reaction, had a pleasant
taste, and her jaw had finally become accustomed to the strain of
acceptance. Even as she pondered that discovery, the cock gave a little
lurch, and she felt a fresh glob of jism on her tongue.
The delicate taste of the slippery liquid sent a strange sensation
throughout her body. Her breasts, quivering with the bobbing motion of
her head, tingled, and the nipples swelled to an even greater
distention.
Without realizing what she was doing, Dorothy began taking more of the
prick inside her mouth with each slide of her encircling lips. When
awareness finally came, it was too late for retreat. Desire had claimed
her more effectively than Ted's demands and threats, and she was nursing
his cock with an avidity completely foreign to her nature.
Another glob of jism surged through the thick staff, and her tongue
gathered it in, happily swirling over the slippery knob. She swallowed,
feeding the strange hunger that was building in her throat, yet finding
the seminal sample insufficient to quell that ever-mounting demand.
No longer conscious of his hands, Dorothy altered her rhythm, shoving
her head forward to drive her wet lips down the engorged shaft until the
knob filled her throat with its meaty goodness. Then, fingers rolling
his heavy balls, she swallowed, whimpering at the delightful feeling of
her convulsing muscles about that throbbing cock head.
As her mouth retreated, she sucked with hot, fierce vacuuming, her
tongue dancing beneath the corded belly of his prick, then polishing and
massaging the glands where it lay poised like a huge, slick plum just
behind her lightly gripping teeth.
"Damn! Ted's exclamation was hurled through contorted lips. "You're a
natural cocksucker! Take it all, bitch! Swallow it!"
This time, she didn't pause to think about it. With a whimper of greed,
Dorothy screwed her mouth down on the shuddering length of his prick
until the head was again lodged in her throat. Her body jerked and her
head leaped forward, her nose burying itself in his thick pubic hair.
Her chin touched his leathery scrotal sac, and her fingers rolled the
big nuts against the delicate cleft as she caressed the hilted knob with
repeated swallows,
thrilling to the presence of that throbbing flesh that seemed to reach
all the way down to her stomach.
With a snarl of lust, Ted's hips began hunching his cock in and out,
plunging it past her flashing tongue to probe that gulping corridor of
hot tissue, then dragging it back until only the gentle clamping of her
teeth behind the flared glands prevented its escape.
Dorothy welcomed the assault. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her
straining lips, and she heard the wet sounds of the prick's sliding. She
heard her own throaty gurglings as she sucked the delicious meat, eager
for each thrust and each drop of that tasty liquid that oozed from its
slippery tip.
"NOW, BITCH!" she heard him cry, and felt the powerful shuddering of his
hips become a jerking swell of the prick that filled her jaws with its
expanding bulk. "DRINK MY COME!"
Hot, thick and wet, the semen spurted into her throat with such force
that she could not swallow in time. The ropey cream was forced back
about its originator to spill from
her lips and coat her trembling chin.
Like a savage animal, Dorothy impaled her face on the exploding cock,
gulping the come with such force that the youth cried out in surprised
protest as he felt the clenching of her greedy throat.
Unable to breathe as she ingested his repeated volleys of semen,
Dorothy's senses reeled under the onslaught of an orgasm that seemed to
begin in her throat and spread downward to her almost forgotten cunt.
Each spurt of the ropey sperm triggered another and more powerful
convulsion of her vagina, as if the movement of her throat muscles were
actually the involuntary spasms
of a new and impossible form of climax.
Her lips still stretched to encompass his spent cock; her nose and chin
were coated with the spilled sperm, wet and sticky as she held him with
one last feverish milking. She moaned her protest when he forced her
head back, pulling the prick from her lips and letting the knob flip up
against her nose, then waving it teasingly before her glazed eyes.
He grinned triumphantly as her tongue reached out to lick a broad circle
about her bruised mouth, gathering the spilled come. The grin widened
when the tongue reached
for her fingers, still holding his scrotum, and claimed their sticky
coating with savage twistings.
"The old man missed a good thing," Ted grunted huskily, releasing her
tousled hair and stepping back. He forced his dwindling cock inside his
fly and drew the zipper up. "I'll bet he never let you blow him." He
smiled as her head wagged from side to side. "Don't worry about it. I'll
see that you get all you want."
Dorothy remained on the floor when the youth left the room, closing the
door behind him. Her robe gaped about her generous breasts, and she
looked down to discover a
fleck of semen on her right nipple.
Slowly, hand lifted, her forefinger sponged the creamy drop and carried
it upward to her parted lips. She sucked it into her mouth, holding the
tip of her finger in place as she relived the past few minutes, her
tongue licking slowly and greedily.
She stared at the closed door as she sucked her finger like a bashful
child, wishing fervently that Ted would come back.
Chapter 2
Linda Morgan hated pajamas. On the few occasions when one of her
schoolmates had spent the night with her, she wore a sheer gown that
barely covered the chestnut triangle which her Father had repeatedly
warned her was the gateway to hell.
She found it difficult to believe that the sensitive little opening
between her thighs was really evil, no matter what others might say
about it. Nothing that felt so good when she stroked her finger between
its soft lips could be really bad.
Still trying to grasp the meaning of all that had happened during the
eventful day, she finished her bath, toweled her nubile body dry, and
slipped into bed completely naked, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets
against her bare skin.
She was happy that the farm now belonged to Ted. In her mind, which had
never managed to keep pace with the development of her body, her older
brother represented a
tangible security against all the bad things that might happen to her
were it not for his presence.
At school, until he graduated, Ted had stood between her and the harsh
teasing of those who recognized her backwardness. When some older boy
tried to take advantage of her quite real innocence, it was Ted who
convinced the youth to desist by pounding the warning into his head with
a hammer-like fist.
He had even stood up for her to their late Father, and Linda had found
her affection becoming almost painful when Ted gave her an occasional
hug or a less frequent
kiss.
Lying in the soft bed, she recalled the ride back from the attorney's
office, when Ted had rested his hand on her thigh. If she tried very
hard, she could still feel those strong fingers, and recreate the
delicious tingling sensation that had spread upward to the furry
Juncture of her slender legs.
Just before she had come upstairs, Ted had told her that he would drop
in and kiss her goodnight, a habit they had both enjoyed until their
Mother's death. After that, their
Father had sternly forbidden either of them to enter the other's
bedroom.
Linda stretched luxuriously, the sheet sliding against the points of her
small breasts, making them stiffen. It was different now, she reminded
herself happily. Ted was the
boss. He could do anything he wished.
She heard her brother ascend the stairway and enter Dorothy's room, but
she thought nothing of it. They would have things to discuss concerning
the big farm. When
they were finished, Ted would come in to deliver that promised kiss, and
she could go to sleep.
Drowsiness pulled her eyelids down, and she had no idea how much time
had elapsed when the opening of her door made her sit straight up in the
bed, the sheet sliding
down to her waist, baring the pert-nippled cones of her firm young
breasts.
There was a long instant during which she felt Ted's hot eyes on her
naked torso. Then, with a little gasp, she tugged the sheet up to cover
herself, clutching it with both hands.
"I'm sorry," she apologized blinking at her brother's faint smile. She
had never before seen that particular expression. "I got so sleepy, I
guess I just dozed off."
He closed the door, one hand extending to the wall switch beside it.
"You look uncomfortable," he murmured, "holding that silly sheet. I'll
cut the light, and you won't have to worry about it."
With the sound of a soft click, darkness enveloped the room, leaving
only the faint light from the window to outline his figure as he moved
toward the bed. Linda's fingers released the sheet, her arms reaching
out to welcome him.
He sat down on the side of the bed, turning slightly to slip his arms
about her naked waist. Gently, his fingers caressing the soft warmth of
her skin, he pulled her against his chest. Her arms tightened about his
neck, and she lifted her lips for his kiss. Eyes closed, she waited.
There was something deliciously wicked about the way Ted was holding
her. The darkness cloaked her nakedness, but she could feel the heat of
his chest against her sensitive nipples, and she shivered at the
realization that she wished he were naked, too. His voice made her eyes
open, straining to make out his features in the dim light.
"Tell me, Sis," he whispered. She could feel his breath on her upturned
face. "Did you ever kiss a guy with your mouth open?"
She kept her own voice low as she answered, "I've never kissed anyone
else but you and Daddy. He'd have blistered me if I did that."
"Do you think you'd like it?"
The fingers were playing up and down her back, and she felt her nipples
swelling against his shirt front. Her arms squeezed him.
"I'd like it with you Ted." There was an innocent eagerness in her tone.
"I'd like anything with you." She heard his soft chuckle. Then, "It's
hot in here. "Mind if I take my shirt off?"
His arms released her, and she missed the feel of those powerful muscles
against her tits. "It is a little warm," she agreed. While he wrestled
with his shirt, she raised one leg, hooked the sheet, and pushed it down
to the foot of the bed. The air bathed her nakedness, but she welcomed
its caress of her excited body.
"Remember when we were just little kids, Ted?" she said. "Mom used to
let us sleep together in the same bed."
"Yeah," he answered from the darkness. "We'd be as naked as a pair of
jay birds."
"Why can't we do that now, Ted?" The question was plaintive.
For a moment, he was motionless. "We're not kids anymore, Sis."
"I don't care. I remember how good it felt when we cuddled up."
She heard and felt his movements as he began removing the rest of his
clothing, and she shivered with anticipation. He slipped his trousers
down, lifting his hips to remove them, and she asked, "When are Aunt
Joyce and Uncle Ralph coming?"
"Sometime this week," he grunted, leaning over to slide his socks off.
"Are you glad?"
"Oh, yes. Susan and Beth are wonderful company, and Clyde's a nice boy."
He was naked, but he seemed hesitant about touching her. She could feel
his eyes in the darkness, staring at her body.
"What's wrong, Ted?"
There was a curious hoarseness in his voice as he answered, "I don't
want to scare you, Sis."
"How could you do that? We've been together like this before."
He was leaning over her, arms braced on either side of her body, yet not
touching her. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," he said in that strange,
husky voice. "Just being near you does things to me."
She knew what he meant, and she laughed, easily and softly. This was
Ted, her brother. How could he possibly have thought that he would
frighten her with a silly old hard-on. She knew boys got that way when
they were excited, just as girls got all wet and soft. Just, she
reminded herself, like she was at this moment.
"I know about things like that," she assured him. "I won't be scared."
He leaned closer, his chest touching the bare nipples, wiry hair teasing
the tender nubs. His breath fanned her face as he said, "Open your
mouth, Sis. Let's make this a real kiss."
Linda's lips parted, and she ran her tongue about them to make them
moist. Then, before her tongue could retreat, his mouth claimed hers,
clamping over her lips as his chest descended against her tingling
breasts.
She had heard of "tongue kissing" and had found the idea exciting. Now,
with Ted's tongue dipping into her mouth, she realized why it was so
popular. When he scooped her tongue back into his oral chamber, she
wiggled it in surrender, and she welcomed his tasty muscle with a hot
suction that made the youth grip her shoulders with trembling fingers.
Sensing that he enjoyed her tongue, she waited until his lips released
her. Then, with artless eagerness, she began licking his face, the
writhing tip of her wet tongue sliding
across his closed eyelids, and even teasing his nostrils with its
flashing caress.
"I could lick you all over!" she gasped, returning to his open mouth and
tracing his lips with her tongue. Her body arched, rubbing leer tits
against his hairy chest. "Let me do it, Ted! Please!"
He kissed her again, blocking her pleas by shoving his tongue into her
greedy mouth. Holding her, he rubbed his lips against hers.
"Why don't we do it the other way?" he asked softly. "Why don't you let
me lick you all over?"
She stared at him, although the darkness made his face an
indistinguishable blur. "Do you really want to?"
He nipped her chin with his strong teeth. "Baby," he grunted. "From now
on, Ted Morgan doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do." He kissed her
throat. "He wants to eat you up!"
Linda's arms pulled him down, and his face was buried for a moment
against the warm softness of her arched throat, his mouth open, and his
wet tongue caressing the tender flesh.
"Oh, yes, Ted!" she cried, her body trembling with anticipation. "Eat me
up!"
She felt his lips travel downward toward one of her small tits,
deliberately pausing as they reached the beginning of that gentle slope.
Her hands ran excited fingers through his thick hair, urging him to kiss
his way up the mound until his wet tongue flicked at the base of her
sensitive nipple.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as Ted licked his way around the spongy
finger, not touching it again, but leaving a trail of saliva about the
delicate aureole. She pushed her chest upward, anticipating the first
caress of that engorged bud.
When it came, her whole body convulsed, knees hashing up, and her torso
writhing in reaction to the shattering thrills evoked by his hot suction
and flaying tongue. His mouth covered almost half of firm mound, sucking
the tip between his strong teeth, then nibbling gently while his tongue
sped back and forth across the swollen nipple.
"Like it, Sis?" he whispered, releasing his oral grip, but keeping his
lips pressed against the succulent spear. His hands, still sustaining
his weight, moved closer to her sides, wrists rubbing her flesh as he
transferred his attention to the other breast
"Yes!" she hissed, twisting to aid his efforts, feeding the nipple into
his mouth and pulling his face against her. It makes me feel all shivery
and good when you do that."
His mouth was clamping the other breast, lips straining wide as the
resilient mound was pulled Into the hot wetness to he flayed by his
flashing tongue. Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, he was
nibbling at the distended nipple, and sucking with a force that was
almost painful.
"Do the other one again, Ted!" she cried when his lips released the
tingling flesh. Her fingers clutched at his thick hair, tugging and
guiding.
Using both hands, Ted pushed the two yielding, mounds closer together,
shaping a tight crevice between their resilient slopes. His tongue
dragged its wet, wriggling tip upward through that warm valley, leaving
it slick with his saliva as he licked out to either side, caressing the
taut nipples until Linda whimpered with the sensations induced in the
quivering tits.
Her whimper became a sensual giggle when Ted mouthed his way down to her
rib cage, flaying the smooth skin below her armpit, and tracing the soft
sweep of her waist until it flared gently to shape her young hips.
He had moved lower in the bed, touching her only with wet lips and hot
tongue, tasting the clean, tangy essence of her naked body, and fanning
the instinctive fires of virginal passion within her trembling flesh.
His voice reached her through the darkness, breathed against one slender
thigh that nuzzled against its mate with a tremorous clenching. "Spread
your legs out, Linda. I'm going to make you feel something you've never
felt before."
His hands touched her, fingers urging the limbs apart, pressing just
above her knees. It was almost the same spot he had caressed that
afternoon. But, now, it was excitingly different. Her legs were
yielding, sliding across the sheet and there were no panties to shield
the tingling nexus of her thighs. They were both delightfully and
deliciously naked.
Linda felt her brother's lips on her belly and the tingle in her moist
crotch became a demanding throbbing that seemed to reach far back inside
that silk-ringed gateway
her Father had denounced so vehemently.
Had it been any other man, she would have fought the strange hunger in
that pulsating slit, for their position and Ted's obvious intent
constituted perversion of the worst
sort.
But Ted would never encourage her to do anything that was not proper.
Anyway, they had cuddled together as children. Why should it be
different, now that they were a little older?
Even as Linda examined those thoughts, she admitted that it was
different. And the difference was swirling in her belly like a giant
whirlpool, drowning her wild and her faint apprehension beneath wave
after wave of ever-mounting desire.
She felt her legs being lifted, and she shifted her weight onto her
torso as Ted fitted her delicately curved calves over his broad
shoulders, sliding his body forward until her thighs embraced his head,
their sensitive skin frictioned by the slight trace of beard on his
cheeks.
"It's like I was hugging you with my legs," she murmured, tightening the
softness against his face. "It feels nice, Ted."
Her brother did not answer. He was inhaling the delicate musk of her
parted labia, and she could hear the soft intake of breath. Intuitively,
she knew that he found the scent pleasing, and a fresh rivulet of
vaginal juice surged from its mysterious spring to trickle from the
quivering tissues that shaped the lips of her pussy.
Her body jerked in response to the hot tongue that licked upward through
the tender valley, its tip just touching the forbidden gateway, then
sliding higher to flick wetly
against the protruding nub of her clitoris.
"Oh, Ted!" she whimpered, thighs tensing on his shoulders to wiggle her
excited hips. Her buttocks clenched repeatedly as his tongue slid
through the splayed labia again, pressing more firmly than before. "Oh!
Wow!"
Her ass bucked wildly when the writhing muscle thrust its warm,
wriggling tip into her pussy. Her thighs clamped his head and she shoved
her crotch violently against his mouth. Thrills, more wonderful than she
had ever imagined, coursed through the palpitating corridor of her cunt,
and she realized that it was no longer a children's game they were
playing.
Again, her hands sought his head, urgent and demanding, and her pelvis
rocked the slippery lips of her pussy over that oral probe. Then, as his
mouth shaped a vacuuming oval, she moaned in ecstasy at the hot suction
on her spasming cunt.
Her finger had never been able to produce that delicious sensation, and
she knew that only a few more strokes of his plunging tongue would make
her come. She had to pull her pussy away from Ted's mouth before that
happened. He would never forgive her if she spilled that warm, slippery
juice while he was nursing those quivering pussy lips.
She tried to reverse the direction of her scrabbling fingers, but they
only pulled his face closer, and her ass wriggled the spasming cunt
against his lips until she could feel the teeth behind them. Her head
rolled back and forth on the pillow, her soft, blonde hair whipping
across her tortured features, their ecstatic contortion cloaked in the
room's darkness.
The orgasmic shudders rippled outward from some hidden spring in her
dancing pussy, convulsing her vaginal walls and clenching her labial
ring about the tongue that reached farther into the undulating sheath.
Linda emitted a choked sob as the hot wetness spewed outward, meeting
the tongue and flowing past it. Even as the pleasure surged through her
cunt, Linda braced herself for his angry exclamation.
Then, to her happy surprise, she felt his tongue begin spooning the
thick honey from her slit, and the delicious suction as his lips drew
more and more of the tart juice from its hidden source.
He was swallowing it, ingesting the slippery exudation with swift gulps
that were interspersed with little grunts of undeniable enjoyment. The
sounds catapulted Linda beyond ecstasy to a mind-bending plateau of
sensation that was almost frightening in intensity.
Gasping and moaning, she felt her legs being lowered to the bed, her
pussy still shivering with the echoes of that incredible come. Her hands
slipped from his retreating head and cupped the pointed mounds of her
tingling breasts, fingers squeezing and rolling the distended nipples.
Her heart was thumping so loudly that she hardly heard her brother's
husky chuckle.
"You're a big girl, now, Linda," he said in a gentle tone. Almost big
enough for this."
She gasped at the sudden pressure between her thighs, surprised at the
dimensions of the thing she recognized without feeling anything but the
huge head that rubbed its throbbing bulk up and down through the
slippery furrow of her pussy.
Fear caused her hips to retreat, jamming her ass down against the bed,
but desire created a responsive writhing that increased the pleasure of
that slow massaging movement.
Ted forced the head of his cock upward, grinding it against her swollen
clitoris, and her pelvis bucked and jiggled at the delightful sensations
in that sensitive bud. A fresh rivulet of vaginal lubricant emerged from
her pussy, bathing the big knob as it slid downward through the plump
furrow, caressing the fluttering labia, but resisting its torrid
invitation.
She hardly recognized her own voice. Breathless and containing an
excited quality she could never have attained before that moment, it
reached him through the sex-charged darkness.
"I wish I could see it, Ted!" Surprised at her own boldness, she hurried
on. "I remember when we were little, we used to look at each other. It
was fun to turn on the light and pretend we were grown up and
everything."
The hot pressure became more intense, and Linda felt the distinct
throbbing as he answered, "We don't have to pretend anymore, Sis." The
prick centered on the delicate membrane where his tongue had intruded
with such wonderful results. He added just enough pressure to the stiff
shaft to effect a yielding of the soft lips. "We can do anything we want
to do."
Linda's brain reeled in confusion at the threatened invasion of her
young pussy. Her mind screamed a silent warning, while her body trembled
in hopeful anticipation, actually pushing the juicy slit against the
giant cock head, and feeling it spread the pliant tissues
into a straining circle.
"Easy, Sis!" Ted murmured, his body tensing. "If you keep that up, I
won't be able to control myself."
"I don't care!" she hissed. "It feels good when you do that."
Maintaining the shallow insertion of his glands in the yielding mouth of
her tight pussy, Ted wiggled the cock shaft, teasing the nerve-laced
membranes, and causing her to whimper with pleasure.
For a moment, she was certain he was going to push the big thing inside,
and her heels braced against the bed to receive him. She knew it would
hurt. The few times she had forced two fingers into that delicate place,
the pressure had been almost unbearable. But pain would be a small price
to pay for making Ted happy. She would do anything to please him.
Anything!
The moment passed, and she felt the cock head withdraw as her brother's
hands gently drew her slender legs together, lifting his own knees until
he was kneeling astride her thighs.
"How about playing with it for me?" he asked, passion blurring the words
as he reached for her hands, pulling them to the convergence of his
muscular thighs.
Linda felt his hairy scrotal sac brush her fingers, the soft covering
yielding to betray the presence of the twin balls that marked the base
of that thing that had just kissed her eager cunt. Then, as he curved
her palm about his cock, she uttered a cry of delighted excitement.
He did not hurry her, removing his own hands as she traced the rearing
shaft with trembling fingers, examining the heart- shaped head by
running her fingertips about the
flared rim, then teasing the tiny slit at its tip.
She tried encompassing the thick column, but her fingers and thumb could
not meet. She placed one hand above the other, and found the knob beyond
her top fist.
"What do I do?" she queried, her voice anxious and determined. "I want
to make it feel good."
"Squeeze it," he murmured, his hips trembling, "and slide your hands up
and down on it."
Obediently, the girl's hands tightened their grip, moving back and forth
along the swollen shaft, feeling the soft envelope slide against the
core of throbbing hardness. She tugged with eagerness at the giant cock.
"Hey!" he grunted in protest, his hands covering hers to slow the
pumping. "Not so fast!"
"I like it!" she exclaimed, resuming the motion, but with diminished
speed. "It's so big and hard! Does it feel good to you, Ted?"
"Wonderful, Sis," he whispered. "Why don't we turn the light on, so we
can see what we're doing? Do you mind?"
Linda felt the big cock slip from her grasp as Ted climbed off the bed
to flick the wall switch, flooding the room with a brilliance that made
them both blink. Her eyes focused on the rearing prick, and her lips
shaped an oval of wonderment at its size. It was even larger than her
fingering had led her to believe.
She sat up in the bed, staring boldly at his nakedness, her mind busily
comparing the tall, muscular youth with the child who had pressed his
body against her in their earlier years.
Ted was a man, she realized, and he had already assured her that she was
a woman. That meant they were capable of doing all the things they had
whispered about during those delightful nights when their Mother had
permitted them to cuddle together in that same bed.
Of course, Linda reminded herself, they would never actually do it. She
could not bring herself to shape the word that sprang to the forefront
of her imagination. But she welcomed the images that shaped themselves
in her blonde head, dwelling on the rhythmic movement of Ted's hips
above her eager crotch
She felt her brother's eyes on her face, and heard him ask, "What's
wrong, Sis?"
"I was thinking something terrible," she whispered, feeling the heat of
a deep blush suffuse her naked breasts and throat. Her gaze returned to
that stiff cock, and her body trembled with a sudden shiver of desire.
"You thought," Ted said, resting one knee on the bed, the prick wagging
its engorged head only inches from her wet lips, "that I was going to
screw you."
Her tousled hair swirled in a vigorous denial. "You wouldn't do that!"
she exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed questioningly, the red lips pursing.
"Would you?"
He grinned at her confusion, lowering his hips to the bed, but keeping
one foot on the floor. The other leg folded, leaving his thighs parted
to accentuate the heavy balls
between them.
"What would you do, little sister," he asked gently, "if I were to do
just that?"
Again, she looked at that big column, trying to visualize its thick
shaft in her tight slit. A mixture of excitement and fear twisted her
mouth as she answered, "I'd do anything for you, Ted." Her voice was
weak, but sincere.
His hands gripped her wrists, pulling her fingers back to their embrace
of the swollen prick. She saw a shiny drop of clear liquid seep from the
little eyelet of the purple crown, and her fists slid upward on the
shaft milking still more of the lubricant from the throbbing hardness.
"What is that?" she asked, bending closer to inspect the glistening
exudation. The male scent of his cock filled her nostrils and she felt a
sudden surge of increased desire for the handsome lad. Her nipples,
already strutted into tingling fingers, ached with a strange
sensation.
"That's fuck juice, Sis," he said in a soft voice, smiling at her
renewed blush at his use of the forbidden word. A new note crept into
his tone as he added, "Taste it!" Her eyes flicked up to his face, then
back to the oozing jism. Without questioning the command, one slender
hand freed itself from the bulging shaft, dabbling a soft fingertip in
the pearly liquid and spreading it over the delicate "V" of the glands.
The hand withdrew, carrying its slippery coating to her parted lips, and
hovering there as a dainty tongue licked out to sample the musky
lubricant. Her eyes closed as her tongue retreated with its erotic
prize. Her lips met and tightened.
Linda's taste duds tingled at the salty tartness of her brother's cock
juice, and she savored its effect on her salivary glands before letting
the mixture slide down her throat. She had often wondered how his prick
would taste, and she could see nothing wrong with his request or her
eager compliance. After all, Ted had swallowed the overflow from her
pussy, and he wouldn't have done it if there had been anything improper
about it.
The touch of his hand on her head made her open her eyes, and she felt
herself being pulled forward, gently, but firmly. Her free hand left her
mouth to return to that stiff prong, joining her other hand in trembling
encirclement. Closer, its tip almost touching her nose, his prick
delivered another glob of jism from its tiny eye, and she watched it
roll sluggishly down the swollen ventral ridge.
"Lick it for me, Sis!"
There was a new note of urgency in his voice, and the big cock quivered
in her fingers as his hand drew her still nearer, not really forcing,
but urging with unmistakable pressure.
She knew that Ted would enjoy the caress of her hot tongue on his prick,
and she was equally certain that she would find pleasure in complying
with his request. Not only would she be pleasing him, but she would be
satisfying a dark hunger that was building in her mouth and throat, a
hunger to taste more of that slippery juice that seeped from his hard
cock.
At school, Linda had heard some of the girls talk about "giving head" or
"going down" on their dates, but she had never considered the act as
something she would be so eager to try.
She was uncertain as to just what she should do, aside from obeying
Ted's thirdly disguised command. The prick was much too large to fit
between her teeth, unless she strained her jaw uncomfortably. But, she
mused, moistening her lips and yielding to the slight pressure of his
hand, it would be wonderful to feel that smooth, slick head inside her
mouth.
Her tongue snaked out to slide upward from just beneath the "V" to lick
the little accumulation of liquid from the pulsating hardness, lingering
to tease the tiny slit, when
she felt his body tremble in immediate response.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered, moving her lips against the slippery
membrane.
"Wonderful!" he breathed, stroking her hair. "Take it in your mouth,
Linda, and suck it!"
"I don't know how," she complained, licking that small area of sensitive
flesh again, and wiggling her tongue to massage the already tingling
glands. "I'd do it all wrong!"
"Just do it the way you want to!" he encouraged. "Don't worry about
anything else." He tilted her head so that he could see her worried
eyes. "You do want to suck my cock, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" was her quick and excited rejoinder. "I want to make you feel
good!"
His hand held her head in place, the tip of his cock bumping her chin
when she tried to reach it with her extended tongue.
Never mind about me," he insisted. Do you want it?"
"More than anything else in the world!" She struggled against his hand.
"Please, Please, Ted! Let me have it!"
She opened her mouth wide, feeling the strain in the muscles of her jaw,
and slid her wet lips about the huge knob It touched her teeth, and she
managed to separate her jaws still more, enabling the flaring corona to
slip past, caught between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
She held him there, wriggling her tongue beneath the plump head,
tightening her lips about the thick shaft, and applying a gentle suction
that wrested a groan of pleasure
from her brother's throat.
"Goddamn!" he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "This is what I've been
dreaming of for years! My baby sister chewing on my dick like a stick of
candy! Pretend it's got a creamy center, Linda, and you're trying to
suck it out! Just keep sucking on it and licking the head with that
crazy tongue 'til you make it come!"
Linda no longer felt the ache in her straining jaw. The taste and feel
of that delicious prick blotted out all other sensations and she sucked
it with little whines of lust,
bathing it in saliva, then drawing the mixture back and into her throat
while her tongue lashed it with furious swirling.
"Play with my balls!" he hissed, forcing her hands from his cock and
replacing them with a swift curling of his own strong fingers. He pumped
the thick shaft, keeping the head firmly inserted in Linda's nursing
mouth, but nudging her lips with each stroke, his forefinger and thumb
touching the strained circle of wet redness.
Her hands eased between his thighs, fondling the heavy orbs in their
pliant sac, hefting them and rolling them inside the oily pocket with
instinctive gentleness. Her tongue flogged the throbbing head,
extracting repeated globs of that delicious juice from its slitted vent,
and she whimpered with pleasure as the slippery tartness hashed her
throat.
She felt the prick begin a voluptuous sliding between her lips, the
slick knob pushing over her writhing tongue, then pulling back to where
the corona was trapped by her teeth. Ted's fist shaped a corridor for
the shaft, and he hunched the cock through it, working the head in her
mouth with short strokes that jabbed it against her palate.
"Are you going to drink my come, Sis?" he panted, the circle of his
fingers jamming against her lips with a steady drumming. "Are you gonna
swallow it for me?"
Linda managed a nod that bobbled the cock head inside her oral grip, and
her fingers fluttered hotly about his dangling bails she sucked with
more powerful tugs. Through passion-flared nostrils, she gave a soft
whine of greed that made him fuck her wet lips with more rapid strokes,
feeding more of the big prick into her mouth, driving past her palate to
bump the soft arch that shivered convulsively at the erotic touch.
She strained her jaw to make more room for the meaty shaft, executing a
little chewing motion that opened the path for his prick, then tightened
around its withdrawal in delicious suction.
Over her own soft whimpers and liquid slurpings, she could hear Ted's
quick gasps of pleasure as he worked the puck back and forth, his hips
jerking and quivering, and his balls tightening in her fondling fingers.
"Now, Sis!" he exclaimed. "Suck it hard! Oh, damn! Suck it,!"
Linda was unprepared for the gush of creamy semen that spurted over her
tongue and into her throat. She had expected more of that same Juice she
had drawn from the cock, but not the flood of warm sperm that bathed her
tonsils and made her gag before she could swallow it down.
There was more. Jet after jet of the ropey come filled her mouth,
forcing its way back between her lips and the shaft to trickle down her
chin and her rapidly gulping throat. She tried swallowing faster but the
volume of male juice was too much.
Her tongue cradling the massive head of his prick, wriggled in happy
undulations that drew the last creamy drops from his pulsating glands,
and she claimed them
with a soft moan of joy.
No longer concerned with the possible wrongness of what she had done,
Linda was satisfied that she had made her brother feel good. Of that,
she was quite certain. His husky cries as she drained his cock were
sufficient evidence of his pleasure.
Releasing his prick, she ran her tongue about her lips with a hungry
licking motion, gathering the spillage of sticky sperm, and drawing it
inside her aching mouth, savoring the bland flavor of his semen.
"Did I do it right, Ted?" she asked, her lips, slightly puffed from
their labor, curving in a sensuous smile. "Did I make it feel good?"
He curled his forefinger, sliding it upward beneath her chin and
gathering the come that had trickled beyond the reach of her tongue.
Slowly, grinning at her surprised expression, he poked the cream-smeared
knuckle into her mouth, feeling her hot lapping as she sucked the
residue of his ejaculation.
"It was good, Sis," he murmured, removing his finger and pushing the
head of his spent cock forward to rub against her parted lips. "But you
could do a lot better with a little practice."
Linda's eyes brightened perceptibly. Are we going to do it again?"
He chuckled, pushing her back on the bed and covering her warm breasts
with his hairy chest. His mouth sought hers, tasting his own sperm in a
tongue-driving kiss, waiting until it was over before he answered.
"Not tonight, little sister." He shifted his weight to lick one strutted
nipple, coating it with saliva and rubbing his cheek against its
sensitive tip. She squirmed at the slight rasping of his beard growth.
Gathering his clothing, he walked to the door, giving her a slow wink as
he said, "Dream about all the things you've wanted us to do. If you're a
good girl, we'll do them."
Linda was smiling happily when the door closed behind him, her fingers
already dipping between her wet thighs.
Chapter 3
Joyce Porter shifted her voluptuous hips on the seat of the station
wagon, adjusting the vent glass and leaning closer to the flow of sultry
air. Perspiration coated her face, lending an earthy sensuality to the
natural beauty of her features.
"I wish we could have the air conditioner fixed," she sighed to the
brown-haired man behind the wheel. "It would have been a nice trip if it
hadn't been so hot."
Ralph Porter gave an amused snort without taking his eyes from the road.
"We were lucky this old crate made it at all. If Ted hadn't called when
he did, I don't know what we would have done."
>From the seat behind them, a blonde youth said, "I can't imagine Ted
Morgan owning all that property."
The two girls who shared the seat with him exchanged knowing smiles, and
the other one exclaimed, "You're just jealous, Clyde. Ted's a year
younger than you, and he's rich.
"And cute!" her sister added with a giggle. Rich and cute.
"Susan! Beth!" their Mother said wearily. "Your brother was just
expressing himself. I'll admit that I expected Bruce to leave everything
to Dorothy."
"If he had," her husband murmured, "we wouldn't be making this trip."
Joyce reached across to pat his hand, the fingers lingering caressingly.
"It all turned out for the best," she said softly. "In fact, it's almost
like a miracle. You drew the last unemployment check last week. Having
Ted invite us to live on the farm was the best thing that could have
happened to us."
Susan pushed a curl of brown hair back from her amused eyes. "I can just
see my darling brother trying to milk a cow."
"They have machines for that, stupid!" Clyde retorted.
The blonde-haired Beth giggled again, crossing her arms over the
promising mounds of her young breasts, their interesting tips revealed
by the dampness of the blouse that clung to the thrusting curves.
"I'll bet Ted can milk a cow!"
"Children!" Joyce admonished. "Stop bickering! You're making your Father
nervous."
Ralph chuckled at the remark. "Even they couldn't do that, now," he said
good-naturedly. "I feel like a condemned man who has just been granted a
pardon."
"Now, darling," Joyce remonstrated, smoothing the skirt over the swell
of her lower thighs. "You tried to find work. Lots of people are in the
same fix we are."
He tricked a quick glance at the clinging skirt and the lush thrust of
the twin mounds that poked prominent tips against her sweat-soaked
blouse
She saw the direction of his look, and her cheeks flamed, but she gave
him an appreciative smile. It was good to know that the years of
marriage and the arrival of three
children, all now in their teens, had not diminished her husband's
desire.
"I wish they could all have their problems solved so easily," Ralph
said. "Your nephew becomes rich overnight, and we get a new lease on
life."
"It was sweet of Ted to invite us," Joyce agreed. "I just hope we can
find some way to repay him."
"He'll probably have us working our butts off!" Clyde interjected.
"Clyde Porter!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting about to face her son. "You
watch that language! Just because you're almost nineteen doesn't mean
that you can talk any way
you please."
"Your Mother's right, Son," Ralph added in a softer tone. "But, if we do
have to do that, it will be a small price to pay for the security Ted
can give us."
Joyce sighed, her big breasts sliding their nipples beneath her damp
blouse. "Can you imagine what that boy is worth? My goodness! Some of
that land was worth two thousand dollars an acre before Rachel died.
There's no telling what it would bring today."
Ralph glanced at the rear-view mirror, seeing the closely packed boxes
that filled the area behind the two seats. He gave a little frown as he
said, "And all we have is a stack of dishes and a few clothes."
"Don't worry, darling," Joyce said consolingly. "We still have each
other and the children."
The station wagon, dust-covered and knocking worse than when they began
the trip, pulled off the highway and onto the long drive that led to the
Morgan farmhouse. The five visitors were greeted at the door by a
smiling Ted and a beaming Linda, while Dorothy, more reserved in her
welcome, waited inside the doorway.
"I'm glad you could come on such short notice," Ted said to Ralph,
answering the man's hearty handshake with a grip that made the other
wince in surprise. "Now that Dad is gone, it seems proper to get all of
us together again."
Linda showed the three youngsters upstairs to their separate rooms,
blushing furiously when Clyde insisted on giving her a quick squeeze
before ducking inside his room and closing the door.
Ted assured Ralph that he would have the wagon unloaded by some of the
hired help, and asked him to wait in the study while he showed Joyce
their room. Then, urging his aunt up the stairs before him, he followed
the undulating hips down the hallway, reaching past her to turn the knob
and wave her inside.
Closing the door behind him, Ted waited for her to look about the room
and turn back to where he stood, a half-smile playing across his
handsome mouth. Innocently, Joyce stepped forward, halting with her
pointed tits almost touching his shirt front.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am, Ted," she exclaimed, "that you
called and invited us here. Ralph will tell you the same thing."
Ted placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, closing the distance
between them. Joyce stiffened as the tips of her breasts collided with
his broad chest, but she made no attempt to pull away. Her head came up,
and her blue eyes examined his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
He smiled down into her lovely face.
"You've always been one of my favorite people, Aunt Joyce," Ted
murmured. He arched one brow. "You knows, it's amazing how much you and
Mother resembled each other."
The woman's lips softened, and her arms went about the hard young body
in a gesture of understanding. Suddenly, she was pressed against him
from Knees to nipples, her slightly rounded belly jammed hard against
his flat middle, and his pelvis, with its masculine firmness, was lodged
tightly against her yielding hips.
"Would you kiss me, Aunt Joyce?" he asked softly. "I could almost
pretend Mother was here again."
"Oh, you poor lad!" Joyce exclaimed, pursing her lips and aiming them at
the sensual lips that offered their parted moistness. "Of course, I
will!"
She realized her mistake the moment their mouths met, but it was too
late for the protest that sprang to her throat. His arms slipped from
her shoulders to her slender waist, hard and demanding, and his lips
crushed hers with a pressure that bordered on pain. His tongue, hot and
wet, drove between her teeth, colliding with hers in a savage writhing.
Joyce tried to still the wild surge of lust that rocketed through her
body as she felt his cock harden into a throbbing cylinder between their
hips, the heat of the thing burning through her dress and thin panties,
and tingling her bushy cunt.
His hands, strong and determined, crawled down the outward sweep of her
firm buttocks to cup her ass and pull her more firmly against his
swelling prick. His chest moved suggestively over the outlined nipples
of her heaving breasts, and he scooped her tongue from her mouth,
sucking it back into his own.
Helpless in the thundering of desire, Joyce found her arms straining him
still closer, and she discovered that her hips were moving, grinding her
fevered cuntal mound against that delightful hardness.
It was sheer madness---she screamed at her responsive body. This was her
own nephew! Her sister's son! And she was kissing him like some
sex-starved school girl. Never, since her marriage to Ralph, had she
permitted another man to hold her the way Ted was embracing her,
rolling the shaft of his prick against the plump mound of her cunt, and
teasing her already strutted nipples with his chest.
My God! He was huge! Through their clothing, Joyce could estimate the
size of that engorged prong, and she shivered at the thought of its
long, thick hardness stretching and filling her pussy. Just as quickly,
she pushed the dreadful thought aside, summoning up some lingering shred
of sanity, and wrestled free of the lad's arms.
Panting, visibly shaken by the kiss and the bodily contact, she stepped
back, staring helplessly at the ominous bulge in Ted's slacks. She
dragged her eyes up to his face at the
sound of his voice.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Joyce!" he apologized. "It's just that you're so
beautiful. I didn't intend for this to happen."
Joyce ran her fingers through her hair, lips working soundlessly as she
groped for words. The boy sounded sincere, and she couldn't forget that
she had responded to that kiss with an eagerness that had shocked and
frightened her.
'It's all right, Ted," she managed. "We were both to blame."
"I'd better get downstairs to Uncle Ralph," the youth said. He paused
with his hand on the door, his eyes demanding an answer as he asked,
"Just then, when we were kissing, did you want it the way I did?"
Her lips quivered, and she gave a soft sob as she nodded, unable to
bring herself to voice the admission. When he had gone, she sank down on
the edge of the big bed, her shoulders shaking as the tears finally
spilled out.
In the hallway a laughing Linda tugged Susan and Beth past him, and down
the stairs, all three of them flashing smiles at Ted as they raced off
to explore some area Linda had suggested.
Ted checked the front of his slacks, assuring himself that the throbbing
bulge was now only a promising lump. Grinning, he entered the study
where Ralph waited.
An hour later, Ralph Porter, flushed with excitement, burst into the
room he was to share with Joyce, picking her up and whirling her about
in an excited dance.
"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed to the protesting Joyce. "That boy is
wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! He's going to put me in charge of the
farm's operation, and he's
setting up a scholarship for all three of the kids."
Joyce tried to match her husbands mood. But she could not block the
worried look that crept over her face as she reminded him, "But, you
don't know anything about farming."
"I told him that," Ralph replied. "He said that the workers know their
jobs so well, I wouldn't have to do anything but keep tabs on them. Just
think, honey! A few days ago, we were practically on our way to the
poor-house. Now, I have a good job, we live in a
beautiful house, and the kids are home free! I couldn't be happier."
She let him kiss her. But, as his mouth worked against hers, Joyce could
think only of Ted's searching tongue, and the torrid pressure of his big
prick against her cunt. It was all she could do to keep from crying out
at the confusion in her lush body.
Showered and lovely in a modestly cut print dress, Joyce went downstairs
again to find Dorothy just leaving the study. Giving the red-haired
woman a smile, she touched her arm.
"Why don't you and I have a talk Dot?" she asked gently. "I think it's
long overdue."
Dorothy Morgan nodded, not answering the smile, but waving Joyce into
the room she had just left, following her and closing the door of the
study before speaking.
"I don't think there's very much we can talk about," Dorothy said
quietly, walking across to the desk and extracting a cigarette from a
carved hoe. When Joyce shook her head at the offer of one, Dorothy
lighted her own and leaned one hip against the desk.
"As you probably know," she said, exhaling smoke with the words, "I'm
merely a guest here, thanks to Bruce's will."
Joyce avoided the woman's angry eyes. "Yes," she murmured. "I know about
that. I don't think it was at all fair."
Some of the anger disappeared, and the red hair shimmered in a quick
toss of Dorothy's head as she said, "I'm surprised to hear you say that.
I always felt that you disapproved of me."
"Heavens, no!" Joyce exclaimed. "I like you very much.
It was Bruce who made it impossible for us to get better acquainted."
She stood up from the chair, walking across to where Dorothy leaned
against the desk. Holding out one hand, she said, "Let's be friends,
Dot. Will you?"
Dorothy responded by straightening her body, touching the warm fingers
with her own as she leaned forward to offer her lips in a gesture of
affection.
Neither of them could stem the rush of desire that accompanied the
meeting of their mouths. Lips pressed together, and tongue tips bared
touching, they gazed into each other's eyes with surprise and wonder,
their arms sliding and embracing until the two bodies fused in a
writhing meeting of breasts and hips
It was Joyce who pushed the younger woman back against the desk, fitting
her knee between the trembling legs and forcing them apart so she could
jam her plump cuntal mound against its inviting counterpart. Her hand
forced itself between their bodies to cup and squeeze a warm resilient
tit, massaging the nipple that sprang erect beneath the thin dress.
Panting with excitement, Dorothy worked her lips free of the demanding
mouth. "My God, Joyce!" she whispered in a fierce tone. "Do yon know
what you're doing?"
Joyce Porter tried to answer, but all that emerged from her wet lips was
a hoarse moan of lust. Her fingers tugged at the dress, working it
upward over the sleek thighs, baring the white panties that cupped the
furrowed mound of Dorothy's pussy. She hacked away far enough to see the
tendrils of red hair that poked teasingly from either side of the
embracing crotch.
Helpless, her brain whirling with a hunger too powerful to resist, Joyce
slid to her knees between the redhead's parted legs, wrapping her arms
about the lush hips and plunging her contorted face against the outlined
beauty of that delicate cunt.
"Yes!" Dorothy hissed, pushing her hips forward and feeling the heat of
the woman's breath against her sensitive pussy. "Oh, yes! Let me push
these panties down, Joyce!"
Whimpering, Joyce drew back to watch the white material descend,
revealing the mass of red curls that framed the deep valley between the
sloping outer lips of the inviting cunt. Her eyes almost closed in a
desperate bid at self-control, and she wagged her head from side to side
in one last effort to halt the thing she knew was about to happen.
Then, with a sharp gasp of surrender, she plunged her open mouth against
Dorothy's pussy, and forced her wriggling tongue between the pliant
folds of the vaginal entrance.
"Son of a bitch!"
Ted Morgan's exclamation made both women jerk with surprise, and Joyce
pulled her juice-smeared face from Dorothy's red-haired crotch to blink
in horror at her nephew's grinning observation. He stood just inside the
doorway, staring at his Stepmother's exposed cunt with a look far older
than his eighteen years.
Dorothy's voice was surprisingly calm as she said, "I forgot that the
door was unlocked."
"Oh, my God!" was Joyce's weak cry. She started to get to her feet, but
Ted's uplifted hand made her freeze in position.
"Now," he said mockingly, "I understand why you were so upset when I
kissed you, Aunt Joyce. You wanted a different kind of lips."
Joyce wagged a protesting denial, her blonde hair brushing the spread
thighs. "I've never done anything like this before!" she exclaimed.
"You've got to believe me, Ted! This is the first time!"
The youth's lips curled. "Of course, I believe you," he said, moving
farther into the room. "And I wouldn't think of stopping you. Go right
ahead! Give my darling Stepmother a real thrill!"
Again, the savage shaking of her head. "I couldn't! Please, Ted! I
couldn't do that now!"
The mocking smile faded, replaced by a tightening of his handsome mouth.
"You don't have any choice, Aunt Joyce'" he murmured. "You know how much
is at stake for your family. Anyway, you were about to do it before I
came in."
He sank down onto one of the nearby chairs, sliding down until his knees
were spread to disclose the outlined shaft of his big cock swollen
beneath his slacks, tenting them with its furious throbbing.
"Eat her pussy, Aunt Joyce," he said in a soft voice. "I've never
watched two women make it. It should be very interesting."
Dorothy reached down and used both hands to turn the woman's face toward
her waiting snatch, pulling her closer as she said, "Do it, Joyce. He
means what he says. We don't have any choice."
Joyce's shoulders trembled, but she buried her mouth in the damp
crevice, and Dorothy gave a little sigh as she felt the tongue re-enter
her pussy. She moved her hips to increase the thrilling frictioning, and
her fingers urged the blonde head even closer.
"Pretend he isn't here!" she murmured. "Oh, God! You're making it feel
wonderful!"
>From his chair, Ted gave a soft chuckle, curving one hand about his
erection, cupping his big balls as he watched his aunt's head execute a
little screwing motion that wormed her lips into the wet cunt, and heard
the liquid sound of her avid feasting.
He lifted his eyes to meet his Stepmother's slightly glazed stare.
Slowly, deliberately, he winked at her, seeing the woman's mouth tilt in
a faint smile.
Then, the smile faded, and her mouth twisted in a grimace of ecstasy.
Dorothy body trembled and she worked her hips in shorts quick circles
that ground her pussy against Joyce's sucking mouth and flashing tongue.
She groaned, her ass cheeks tensing with each powerful tremor of the
climax that roared through her cunt.
Joyce's rapid swallowing matched the jerks of the redhead's voluptuous
hips. The tart vaginal juice filled her mouth, seeping out to bathe her
chin and throat before she could gulp it down, and she moaned her
pleasure as she claimed the liquid honey with hungry suction, the
slurping audible to the grinning boy who sat clutching his swollen
crotch until Dorothy's quivering body relaxed.
Joyce climbed to her feet, her legs trembling, and Ted rose to hand her
his pocket handkerchief to wipe her mouth and chin. He watched with
interest as Dorothy wiggled her hips to pull her panties up about them,
tugging the dress down and smoothing it into place.
Ted moved behind his aunt, pressing his engorged shaft against her
delightfully curved buttocks, and wrapping his arms about her waist to
heighten the pleasure of the contact. She made no attempt to move away,
and he adjusted his hips to fit the hardness between her ass cheeks,
moving his hands up to fondle the pliant globes of her breasts.
"You see how simple it is, Aunt Joyce?" he said gently, using his chin
to push her blonde hair aside, and nibbling wetly at her right ear.
"Just do as you're told, and we'll he one big, happy family."
Still dabbing at her mouth with the handkerchief, Joyce shook her head.
"What will I do if Ralph finds out? It will kill him."
The hot stiffness jammed harder against her ass as Ted said, "That's
really why I came in here. I want you to tell him that you're sleeping
in my room tonight."
She stiffened in his arms, and Dorothy drew in a sharp breath of
surprise. Ted's arms tightened, holding his prick in that warm crevice
of trembling flesh.
"Before you tell me what he'll say," Ted warned, "let me remind you that
he has just as much to lose as you do. He can throw away the chance of a
lifetime by playing the jealous husband. Or he can make things easier
for you and the kids by playing along."
Joyce's shoulders rose and fell. "How do you think he'd feel, Ted?" she
demanded. "He'd be just down the hall from us, and he'd know exactly
what we were doing. I've never been unfaithful to him. Not once."
Ted chuckled, pinching her nipples and making her ass jerk against the
shaft of his cock. "How about what you were doing to Dorothy?"
"That was the first time!" she insisted. "Please, Ted. Think about how
it will make him feel, lying there thinking about it."
"He won't have to do that," the youth explained in a deceptively soft
voice. "He'll be right there in the bedroom with us."
"You devil!" It was Dorothy's hoarse exclamation, and it masked Joyce's
gasp. "You wouldn't dare!"
Ted released his aunt, and stepped back, adjusting his slacks about the
huge bulge of his prick. His eyes went from one to the other, insolent
and assured.
"Let's all remember who owns this place," he said firmly. His gaze
caught Joyce's frightened eyes and held them. "I don't give a damn what
you tell him. Just bring him with you when you come to my bedroom at one
o'clock."
He strode to the door, turning to watch the two women fall into a
weeping embrace. His lip curled. "Don't forget, Aunt Joyce," he said
quietly. "One o'clock." The closing of the door blocked out the sound of
the women's sobbing.
Chapter 4
Bathed, shaved, and completely naked, Ted lay on the big bed, his
muscular body covered to the waist by a thin sheet, scanning the pages
of a catalogue and casting
occasional glances at the bedside clock.
Dinner had been a pleasant affair, with the three girls teasing Clyde
about his inability to stay on the gentlest of the several horses the
youngsters had tried.
Ralph had made several suggestions concerning the big farm, and Ted
could tell from Joyce's worried look that she had not yet told her
husband of her nephew's demands.
Dorothy, trying to make up for Joyce's silence, engaged Ralph in a
heated discussion ranging from politics to religion, and Ted saw the
man's eyes drift more than once to the revealing neckline that barely
covered the tips of the redhead's lush tits.
Ted made no secret of his visual examination of his female cousins, and
his cock became a throbbing bar of hot hardness beneath the table as he
mentally stripped their nubile bodies and revealed the tasty breasts and
the obviously virginal pussies.
Now, in the luxury of his bed, he waited for the soft knock he was
certain would come. Joyce's weeping protest had convinced him that she
would carry through with his plan. If she had ever intended to refuse,
she would have done so immediately. Her indecision indicated her
agreement.
"It isn't locked!" he called when the rapping finally came. He placed
the catalogue on the table and leaned on one elbow, watching the
doorknob turn and the door swing open.
Joyce entered the room, her movements quick and nervous beneath the
sheer robe she had failed to close completely, its gaping folds giving
Ted a glimpse of shadowed curves and warm flesh. She half-turned, urging
the reluctant Ralph through the door, and closing it with an audible
sigh.
Ralph's face was an angry mask, his eyes darting about the room, but
refusing to meet Ted's amused grin. a well worn dressing gown covered
his body, knotted about his waist. His hands were buried in the pockets,
moving restlessly.
"I do believe Uncle Ralph is angry," Ted said, his grin widening.
"What the devil did you expect?" Ralph exclaimed. "Joyce is my wife, not
some common whore!"
"Of course she's no whore," Ted agreed. "She's a beautiful woman who
happens to be my aunt."
"That makes it even worse!" Ralph argued, his big shoulders shaking win
emotion. "It would be incest! I couldn't believe it when Joyce told me."
The boy's face hardened. "You'd better believe it, Uncle Ralph!" he said
flatly. "Cooperate, and we'll all have a wonderful time." He halted the
other's words with a
warning finger. "You do want your family to have the best things of
life?"
His shoulders slumped and Ralph shook his head. "It's not right! Joyce
and I love each other."
"Excellent!" Ted smiled. "Then, you'll enjoy seeing her have a good
time."
"Why don't you let him go back to the room, Ted?" Joyce's voice pleaded.
"Don't make him suffer any more."
"No way," the youth said bluntly. "He stays right here." He pointed to a
big chair that faced the bed. "Pull your robe off, Uncle Ralph, and sit
down. That's all you have
to do. Just sit there and watch."
The man's body tensed, his lips quivering. His eyes darted to Joyce's
face, and she gave him an encouraging nod.
"Do as he says, darling," she murmured. "Please!"
His look became a glare as he rasped, "You seem awfully anxious to do
this!"
His wife's eyes showed the hurt, but her voice remained calm. "I'm doing
it for all of us, Ralph," she reminded him. "Let's think about the
children instead of ourselves."
"What are they going to think when they find out that their Mother
is...?"
"Don't say it, Ralph!" she warned. "Just do as he says, and it will all
be over in a few minutes."
The man's fingers fumbled with the sash of his robe, and the garment
was shrugged off, falling to the floor as he sank down onto the chair,
his face red with embarrassment as Ted's eyes examined the flaccid cock
that dangled against his left thigh.
"Not bad Uncle Ralph," the boy murmured. "I'll bet Aunt Joyce really
goes after that thing when it's hard."
The man shifted his hips in the chair, bringing his knees together and
covering his crotch with both hands. His hairy chest and neck turned a
deep red, and his eyes stared at the floor near his wife's bare feet.
"OK, Aunt Joyce," Ted grinned. "We'll pretend he isn't there. Take your
robe off, and come here."
He patted the bed suggestively and Ralph gave a low groan of suppressed
anger and jealousy as his wife shrugged the garment from her lush body.
Ted gave a soft whistle of admiration, his gaze roaming up and down her
inviting curves.
Joyce felt her nipples stiffen as the lad's hot stare drifted over the
firm mounds of her big breasts, and a thrilling tangle jarred her cunt
when he shifted his eyes to that mass of blonde curls.
She had always been proud of her body, managing to avoid the sagging and
stretching which usually accompanied the years of marriage and the birth
of three children. Her buttocks were still tight and her thighs firm and
perfectly rounded, while her calves possessed that youthful curve men
found so attractive.
Now as Ted beckoned to her from the bed, she felt desire shudder through
her belly, dampening the lips of her pussy and glazing her eyes with its
irresistible lust. She moved toward the half-covered body of her
sister's only son, her legs trembling and her tits swaying, engorged
tips that hungered for his hot kisses.
"Pull the sheet back," the youth said in a tight voice.
Joyce leaned over the bed, her big breasts rolling against her rib cage.
Her fingers plucked at the sheet, tugging it down to the foot of the
bed, her eyes widening and her
mouth opening in surprise.
"Good God!" It was Ralph's exclamation. The man stared at Ted's rearing
prick with a mixture of envy and disbelief. Thick and long, the cock
reached up from his hairy crotch like a gnarled limb, the blue veins
pulsating along its strutted length.
Joyce licked her lips, fear and desire battling for supremacy in her
anxious eyes. It was easily the largest cock she had ever seen, and at
least two inches longer than Ralph's organ. The thought of its swollen
length sliding up into her pussy sent a hot shiver through that delicate
channel, and she felt a hot wetness as her juices lathered the vaginal
walls in anticipation.
She had realized that her nephew was well equipped from that pressing
hardness during their previous kiss. But she had not expected anything
like the nine-inch column that arched its purple head in quivering
readiness.
Ted scooted his body to one side of the bed, patting the space beside
him. "Right here, Aunt Joyce," he said quietly. "Just lie down and
spread those gorgeous legs."
Another groan sounded from the chair as Joyce lowered her body to the
bed, stretching out on her back and angling the sleek beauty of her
thighs. The blonde silk parted to expose the wet slit of her cunt, the
labial folds glistening in the bedroom light.
Lazily, Ted pushed himself onto his knees, climbing between the woman's
spread legs, bracing himself with one hand on her right breast, the
fingers kneading the resilient mound and tweaking the swollen nipple.
His prick hovered above the splayed lips of her inviting pussy. He
turned amused eyes to the angry man.
"One more thing, Uncle Ralph," he said with a grin. "Tell me to do it.
You see, we both want to make sure you approve of this."
The man's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his hairy chest heaving
with emotion. "Haven't you done enough?" he groaned. "Do you have to
drag us all the way down?"
Ted wrapped his free hand about the shaft of his cock, dropping his hips
enough to permit the huge knob to touch the wet jaws of Joyce's cunt. He
rubbed it back and forth though the deep furrow, seeing the woman's eyes
close and her lower lip fold back between her teeth at the caress.
"Just two words, Uncle Ralph," he urged. "That isn't much to ask in
exchange for all I'm giving you."
"Say it, Ralph!" Joyce groaned. Her hips trembled as the hot cock head
massaged the distended bud of her clitoris, then slid teasingly against
He fluttering lips of her cunt.
"For God's sake! Say it!"
Ralph's hand pushed upward along his quivering jaw to run his fingers
through his brown hair. He sucked in a deep breath and his teeth
clenched with effort.
"Fuck her!" he grated, saliva spraying with the violence of the
exclamation. His face twisted in agony.
Joyce tried to stifle her gasp as Ted centered the meaty glands and
began boring into her cunt, stretching her labia into a tight circle of
nerve-laced tissue and rubbing it with the thick shaft that followed the
head into her straining vagina.
The youth's chest descended upon her tits, hairs grinding against the
sensitive nipples, and he forced his prick deeper into the slowly
yielding corridor of quivering femininity. His hands cupped her face,
making her look into his eyes as he entered her, reading the helpless
response that flickered behind the half- closed lids.
"Your wife has a tight cunt, Uncle Ralph," Ted murmured. "You're a very
lucky man."
"Damn you!" was the almost inaudible retort. Ralph Porter wanted to tear
his gaze away from that slowly disappearing cock. But it held his eyes
like a magnet as he watched it vanish into Joyce's hairy cunt. "You're
hurting her!"
Deliberately, Ted fed another inch into the shuddering sheath before
asking, "Am I hurting you, Aunt Joyce?"
Her head tried to wag a denial, but his hands held it captive. Her voice
was strained as she gasped, "No!"
Grinning down into her contorted face, Ted demanded, "Tell him it feels
good! Tell him you love having your pussy full of hard meat! Tell him!"
Her tongue flicked wildly across the parted lips, and her ass began a
grinding response to the stretching and filling of her vaginal corridor.
She felt his balls bump gently against her anal cleft and her legs drew
up, thighs clamping his hips, then flashing higher to encircle his
arched waist. Her arms went around his torso, fingers clutching at his
broad back.
"Don't make me talk, Ted!" she hissed at him. "Just fuck me!"
A savage thrust slammed the swollen head of his cock against her womb,
and his pelvic arch bumped her blonde triangle in complete hilting. She
cried out at the delightful sensation of having her pussy filled to
capacity for the first time in her life, and her ass wiggled excitedly
as he began a rhythmic stroking through the spasming channel of slippery
flesh.
Ralph Porter stared at the writhing body of his wife, seeing Ted's big
cock slide in and out of the Juicy opening between her thighs. He heard
her whimpers as the prick speared her, again and again, and he
recognized the sounds of pleasure he had heard so often.
There was no doubt about it, he realized. Joyce was enjoying what the
boy was doing to her. When she told him of Ted's demands, she had
insisted that she would merely lie there and let him vent his lust on
her motionless body. But she was anything but motionless as the cock
slid in and out, its thick shaft glistening with her juices.
Suddenly, Joyce's whimpers became little cries of ecstasy, and her ass
twisted violently beneath the hammering hips of her nephew. Her
scissoring legs flexed to hunch her crotch against the pounding
maleness, and Ralph knew she was coming.
Ted recognized the signals too. Hilting his prick in the churning
sheath, he worked his hips in a savage circling that rubbed her labia
and massaged her convulsing depths as Joyce gasped her way through a
climax that left her weak and trembling.
Relaxing atop the almost motionless body, Ted twisted his head about to
flash Ralph a sardonic grin. "I think I've just struck oil, Uncle
Ralph," he chuckled. "It's getting awfully greasy in there. I guess I'd
better pump it out."
Still looking at his uncle's florid face, the boy began hunching again,
stroking the juicy cunt until its slippery overflow bubbled out about
his sliding cock to coat his balls and trickle sluggishly down the
woman's wiggling ass cleft.
Still fucking her with those powerful thrusts that slammed his belly
against hers with each hilting, Ted dropped his eyes to Ralph's crotch.
His grin became a mocking sneer.
"Shame on you, Uncle Ralph!" His words were interspersed by little
grunts as he slammed his prick into the responsive cunt, feeling the
vaginal muscles squeeze
and massage its throbbing length. "You're getting a hard-on from
watching your wife get fucked!"
Ralph chewed his lower lip, digging his fingers into the chair arms in a
vain effort to halt the swelling of his own cock. It was true, he
admitted. His original anger had been replaced by a strange and
overwhelming sensation that he could not identify and which he could not
resist.
He glared back at the grinning boy, his hands releasing the chair and
falling to his hairy thighs. Slowly, one hand crept to the pulsating
column of his own prick, curling about it and squeezing until the purple
knob ached with pressure. He wet his lips and his shoulders shuddered
convulsively.
"Fuck her, damn you!" he cried in a choked voice. "Fuck her harder!"
Chuckling with sadistic amusement, Ted rode the panting women with
furious thrusts, making her cry out with the savagery of his deep
thrusts. The bed shook beneath them, and Joyce worked her ass in a
frantic effort to match his strokes with the delightful wiggling of her
elevated hips.
She felt the sudden change in tempo as Ted shortened his strokes and
jabbed the head of his cock against her womb with jarring plunges, his
body trembling with the nearness of his own orgasm.
"Yes!" Joyce panted, screwing her cunt about the swelling length of his
shaft. "Give it to me! Give me that come!"
The huge cock plunged into her belly and the heavy balls rolled against
her wriggling ass. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations as her pussy
exploded in response to the spurting semen that washed against her
spasming womb in hot volleys that she could feel all the way to the
heels that hammered her nephews clenching buttocks.
Grunting, Ted tugged his spent cock from the foaming lips of the torrid
cunt. He rolled off and onto his side, looking across at the man who had
climbed to his feet, still pumping the engorged prick that poked outward
from his trembling crotch.
"Don't be bashful, Uncle Ralph," he called in a breathless voice. "Hell!
She's your wife. Get it off in her snatch!"
The man shuffled forward, staring at the dripping jaws of the
cream-filled cunt, and Joyce widened the angle of her thighs in
invitation. Ralph placed one knee on the bed, and Joyce eased a shapely
leg over to draw him closer, pressing her calf against his thigh until
he was kneeling over her, his cock aimed for that juicy crevice in the
semen-flecked curls.
With a hoarse cry, he collapsed atop his wife's body, fingers still
curled about the jutting prick that was trapped between their bellies as
it pumped its load of ropey sperm onto her heaving stomach, the cream
spreading as Joyce shook her hips beneath him to friction
her flesh against the exploding cock.
"You see," came Ted's sarcastic reminder. "All you needed was a little
push in the right direction. I think you'll both learn to enjoy this."
Ignoring the youth, Ralph pushed himself up to whisper, "I'm sorry,
darling! I couldn't help it! Honest to God! I couldn't help it!"
Joyce patted the man's cheek. "Of course, you couldn't. I understand."
"Sure she does," Ted added. "And she hopes you understand why she popped
her cookies when I stuck my dick in her."
Ralph climbed to his feet his cock still semi-erect and dripping. "Can
we go back to our room?" he asked weakly.
"Not yet," was the soft answer. "Just make yourself comfortable over
there." To Joyce, he said, "Pull your legs up and spread your knees."
Frowning, the woman obeyed, gripping both legs with her hands to hold
them in the designated position. She stared in wonder as Ted moved down
to kneel below her elevated hips.
He reached down and rubbed two fingers through the puddle of semen Ralph
had spilled onto her belly. Joyce suppressed a sharp gasp when Ted
carried the spunk-coated digits down to the splayed cleft of her ass,
and began rubbing the slippery juice over her tiny anus.
Her elevated hips jerked when one of the fingers slipped inside the
tight circle, squirming in a grinding spiral that widened the brown
opening and massaged the delicate membranes beyond the sphincteral lips.
She gave a choked cry when he forced the second finger into her asshole,
twisting the intruding stiffness to loosen the clenching anus. Her
husband leaned forward, his face
anxious.
"You're not going to put it in there!" It was a declaration, rather than
a question. "She would never let me do that. She's too tight."
Ted gave a chuckle, jamming the fingers deeper and wiggling them. "She
won't be tight when I get through with her," he exclaimed. He looked
down into Joyce's contorted face. "Shame on you! Refusing to give your
husband a piece of that hot ass!"
Satisfied that the orifice was ready, he tugged his fingers from the
juicy circle, and leaned over her belly, sliding the head of his cock
through the creamy residue of Ralph's come. Then, without haste, he
steered the big prick until the knob touched her tingling asshole.
"Noooooo!" she moaned, shaking her hips as the pressure increased.
"Please, Ted! Don't make me take it like that!"
"Don't fight it, Aunt Joyce," he urged. "You know how to loosen that
thing!"
Holding his prick centered in the quivering striation, he gave a
forceful lunge of his powerful hips, shoving the woman's body upward in
the bed before the meaty knob
of his cock snapped past the sphincter and into her previously
lubricated colon.
"UUUNNNGGGHHHH!"
The tortured scream blasted from behind tightly clenched teeth as Joyce
felt the hot hardness fill her intestinal sleeve, expanding the anal
ring to its capacity, and
frictioning through it to stretch the tender corridor about its
throbbing hulk.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, twisting her hips in a vain effort to lessen the
intolerable filling. "You're killing me!"
"Ted!" Ralph pleaded, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of
that big cock sliding up into his wife's straining tail. "You're hurting
her!"
His tool halfway toward its goal of complete hilting, Ted paused to
glance back over his shoulder at the excited man whose own cock was
beginning to swell again.
"All she has to do," he panted, "is relax her muscles. Just keep
watching, Uncle Ralph. Once I get it all in, she'll be begging for
more."
He had halted his invasion, but his hips continued a slow grinding
motion that worked his prick about inside the clenching sleeve of
slippery tissue, loosening the hot grip until Joyce stopped whimpering
and began waggling her ass in response.
Gripping her quivering thighs for leverage, Ted pulled his cock back,
tugging her sphincter muscles outward with the reversed pressure of his
flared glands. Then, just as slowly, he slid the joint back into her
intestine, feeling the muscles rippling and squeezing the pulsating
invader.
"Still want me to stop, Aunt Joyce?" he grunted, fucking her with
increasing speed, each thrust driving the head of his prick farther up
into the hot sheath of wriggling wetness.
Her eyes glared at him, and her sensual lips drew back in a savage snarl
that bared her teeth. Perspiration beaded on her furrowed brow as she
rolled her head from side to
side on the sweat-dampened pillow.
"I'll be damned!" came Ralph's unbelieving cry. "She likes it! You're
practically splitting her wide open, and she likes it!" His fingers
raced up and down the engorged sham of his cock, and the other hand
cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. "And all these years, she
wouldn't let me even try to get it in there!"
Ted ignored the man's exclamation as he rammed still deeper into the
churning slickness, wrenching another gasp from the woman whose asshole
was being frictioned into a spasming circle of tingling nerves that
threatened to explode at any moment. The huge cock was racing in and
out, massaging and filling, pumping and sucking in a blend of sensations
she had never before dreamed possible.
"Harder!" she hissed, working her hips to increase the almost
intolerable ecstasy of that pistoning hardness. "Please, Ted! Do it
harder!"
His hairy pubic arch slapped her gaping cunt with each savage thrust,
creating a wet, obscene sound that blended with the softer squish of his
prick as it bored through her froth-ringed anus. The bed trembled
beneath his assault, the thick mattress yielding to the powerful
hammering of his hips as he fucked her.
She came, her body arching and trembling with the tremors that raced
through her empty vagina, and her cunt juice gurgled out to trickle down
onto the thick cock, oiling the cylinder of pounding lust until the
squishing became a loud slurping as it drove through the hot wetness.
Again, ecstasy ripped through her pussy, the pleasure-fire fanned by the
prick that ripped in and out of her spasming ass, seeming to fill her
belly to the bursting point as it roared up into her ass, then leaving a
hungry ache as it retreated for another thrilling plunge.
A third climax thundered from deep inside her vagina, and she felt the
big cock ram its thick column to a depth she tried to increase by the
frantic writhing of her ass. The prick jerked, thrilling her intestinal
walls with its hot lunges, and Ted's sperm laved the tender tissues as
it spurted into her colon with a force that made her whole body convulse
in ecstatic response.
Her muscles stripped the jetting hardness, sucking the ropey come from
him with instinctive undulations, and she whimpered in lust as the prick
slid back to pop out of
her still-hungry ass.
Joyce felt her body being turned, and she knelt on the bed, face buried
in her folded arms, her rounded ass poking upward and outward, dripping
Ted's semen from its well-stretched entrance. She didn't recognize
Ralph's prick until he had buried it to the balls in her intestinal
grip.
It didn't matter. She was being fucked again, and her body was answering
the savage ravishment with yet another bucking orgasm. Ralph had never
brought such violent and delightful quivers to her cunt during all their
years of marriage as he was now producing in her spasming rectum.
She rolled her head to one side and found herself staring at her nephews
still-rigid cock as the youth positioned himself beside her and aimed
the plum-like head at her wet lips. Behind her, Ralph's hips hammered
her wiggling buttocks with increasing speed, and she knew he was
watching Ted's approach.
She operated her mouth wide, tasting the tart masculinity of the big
prick that strained her jaws with its size, and punished her throat with
its determined shove. Greedily, she began sucking, flaying the cock with
her lashing tongue"
It was only later, when she could think about it without feeling the
ecstasy of two male organs invading her flesh, that Joyce realized Ralph
had fucked her even harder after Ted eased his prick into her mouth.
Chapter 5
"Don't you see, darling?" Joyce explained to her frowning husband. "I
have to do it."
Ralph Porter began an angry protest, but halted it with a long sigh. His
broad shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the bed, watching his
wife check her reflection in the dresser mirror.
"I'm beginning to wonder," he said dejectedly, "if we shouldn't have
stayed at home."
Joyce turned, giving him a wet-lipped smile, happy at what she had just
seen in the glass. Whatever else Ted's erotic demands had accomplished,
they had stripped years from her appearance.
"Let's not start arguing again," she urged. "You'll have to admit that
you enjoyed yourself last night."
He nodded dully, lacing his fingers about one knee. "That was last
night," he reminded her. "Today, I have an emotional hangover." His
mouth twisted. "We were like animals!"
She leaned over and kissed his forehead, twisting away as he reached for
her magnificent breasts, their resilient mounds bouncing behind the
almost-transparent dress.
"Silly!" she smiled. "We are animals! Now, you stop fretting. Go for a
walk or something."
"Sure!" he grunted. "Walk and think about what he's doing to you. My
God! After last night, I don't see how he can even think about sex!"
She walked to the door, buttocks undulating with more freedom that he
had ever witnessed in those firm cheeks. Turning, she said, "Just think
about the security we have
here, darling. Ted's already told you we can buy anything within reason
and simply charge it to him."
He waited until the door closed behind her before murmuring, "Just how
much is a guy supposed to charge for letting another man screw his
wife?"
Down the hallway, in his own bedroom, Ted Morgan faced a bewildered
Clyde Porter, smiling at the lad's confused expression from the comfort
of a deep chair.
"I'll say it again, Clyde," Ted said with exaggerated patience. "How
would you like to screw Aunt Joyce?"
Clyde's fingers ran nervously through his blond hair. "You've gotta be
putting me on!" he exclaimed, shifting his feet on the expensive carpet.
"She's my Mother!"
Ted's wide shoulders shrugged expressively. "Lots of guys poke their old
ladies. Hell! What's wrong with it?"
"Christ!" his companion said forcefully. "I couldn't do a thing like
that."
His head snapped about as a gentle knock sounded, and Ted called, "Come
in, Aunt Joyce."
Joyce Porter entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw her son.
Then, the long lashes swept down to hide her expression. She looked at
the grinning Ted.
"I can come back," she said hesitatingly. "I didn't know..."
Ted waved a hand to halt her words, and told her, "Just lock the door."
Then, as she turned to twist the latch, Ted added, "I think you'd better
explain to Clyde about the
house rules."
Joyce looked back and forth at the two boys, chewing gently on her full
lower lip. She took a step toward her son, then halted.
"Darling," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure you remember how happy
your Father was when Ted offered us a home here."
Clyde nodded, one brow lifting questioningly "Sure," he answered. "We
were getting pretty tight."
"Then," his Mother continued, "you know how important it is that we do
whatever is required to make our situation permanent."
The boy looked at Ted, then back at Joyce. "Sure," he grunted. "We
talked about that."
Joyce nodded. "Then you'll understand why I'm asking you to do whatever
Ted tells you. Is that clear?"
Again the quick glance at Ted. "Yeah," he murmured. "If you say so."
Joyce drew in a deep breath. "Is that what you wanted, Ted?"
The lad inclined his head, running his eyes up and down Clyde's slender
body. His voice was almost inaudible as he said, "Take your clothes of,
Clyde. All of them."
The boy's mouth opened, and his brows shaped a frown of disbelief. Still
looking at Ted, he said to Joyce, "Is this some kind of joke?"
He anticipated the slow shaking of her head. Ever since their arrival,
he had sensed the alteration in his Mother's personality, and he had
noticed the bold stares of his cousin. At first, he refused to entertain
the possibility that she was actually putting out for Ted. Then, he
became aware of a certain confidence in her attitude.
"What does Dad think about all this?" was his whispered question.
"Your Father has agreed to do whatever is necessary."
Clyde's hands rose to his shirt front, hovering over the buttons, his
stare examining Ted's eyes. "Suppose I get undressed," he demanded.
"What happens then?"
Ted's lips curved expressively. "What difference does it make? Don't
tell me you've never made it with another guy!"
The youth's face flamed. "I'm not a damned queer!"
"Relax, stud!" Ted chuckled. "Nobody's trying to whack your balls off.
Just get out of those fucking rags!"
Again, Clyde's eyes swept his Mother's features, gauging her reaction to
the four-letter words. She showed no emotion other than a little
throbbing of her throat, just below her graceful jaw line.
"OK," he murmured resignedly. "But I feel like a damned idiot." He
unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off, baring a powerful chest with
just a sprinkling of blond hair.
Kicking off the loose-fitting sandals, he forced his slacks down to
expose the curls of his pubic hair, and the flaccid rope of his cock,
its meaty knob drooping over his promising young testicles. Stepping out
of the slacks, he straightened, blushing as he found Joyce's stare
focused on his prick.
"My God!" she whispered. "It's bigger than Ralph's!"
Ted stood up, shedding his clothes with a careless ease that held both
Joyce and Clyde almost motionless in attention. When he was naked, Ted
sat down again, grinning at his cousin's bashful glances of comparison.
"There's a portable phonograph on the dresser, Aunt Joyce," he told the
woman. "Go over and start it. Then, I want you to strip to the music."
"Jesus!" Clyde exclaimed. "Are you really gonna do that Mom?"
When Joyce did not answer, Ted said, "Your Mother will do anything I
say, Clyde. So will you, if you know what's good for you."
His shoulders rose and fell. "OK, so you've got us on a string, big man.
What am I supposed to do?"
"Lie down on the rug," Ted grinned, "and watch. Aunt Joyce will be
moving all around you, so I want you to masturbate while she does her
dance."
"You're full of shit!" Clyde exploded. "It's bad enough that I have to
watch you put my Mother through all this crap! I'll be damned if I'll
jerk off for you."
Joyce was at the phonograph, her back to the two boys. "Just do as Ted
says, Clyde!" she exclaimed without turning. "Pretend I'm someone else."
His face livid, the boy lowered himself to the thick carpet, leaning
back on his elbows and glaring at Ted. His cousin pointed emphatically.
"Let's see a little action, Clyde! Get that thing hard!"
Blushing again, the youth's hand crawled down over his flat belly to cup
his genitals, his fingers finally curling about the limp roll of his
cock just as the music swelled from the record player.
"The object of your striptease, Aunt Joyce," Ted reminded the woman, is
Clyde. Tease him, and get him really hot!"
The music was a sensual rhythm, slow and accentuated by a throbbing bass
that Joyce accompanied by a savage jerk of her lush hips, each one
transmitting its force upward and jiggling her prominent breasts.
Slowly, adding a grinding motion to her pelvic gyrations, she moved
toward her wide-eyed son staring down at his penis and licking her lips
in a parody of lust.
"Christ!" Clyde whispered fiercely. His prick was stiffening in his
grip, and his gaze flicked down at the swelling column as if surprised
by his reaction. When his Mother shrugged her dress down over one
shoulder to free the quivering mound of her left tit, his fist began
moving up and down the turgid length of his tool, and his shoulders
shivered with mounting excitement.
Joyce's movements were awkward, but the undulation of her magnificent
body made grace unnecessary. By the time she rolled the dress down to
expose both tits, Clyde was pounding his meat with a steady pumping that
tugged his balls upward with each pull on the engorged shaft. He stared
hungrily at the lush mounds with their distended nipples thrusting out
from the brown aureoles like pointing fingers.
Joyce worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress
downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her thick
bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs. Clyde gave a
little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and his prick
emitted a glob of jism when she stepped out of the dress, the motion
parting her thighs and revealing the deep red slash of her pussy.
"Straddle him, Aunt Joyce!" Ted exclaimed. "Give him a good view of that
gash!"
Still working her hips in rhythm With the beat of the record, Joyce
stepped one foot across Clyde's thighs, spreading her legs far apart and
continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the bass beat. The
lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one against the other, as
she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts rolling and quivering with the
erotic hunches.
Clyde's body was jerking between his Mother's feet, his heels digging
into the rug, and his ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his
pounding fist. More of the clear pre-come had oozed from the slitted
knob of his prick, and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and
uncapped its purple swelling with his steady frigging.
"Christ, Mom!" the boy panted, his face working with the increasing
pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!"
Joyce bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy hips.
Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt opened to
reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds glistening and
quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her fingers over the
swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect nipples poke spongy
tips between them.
"It's all right, baby!" she crooned, staring down at her son's rearing
cock head, and the furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend
you're shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove
her wet pussy into greater prominence.
Ted had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with excitement,
and he moved to a position just behind the woman's gyrating ass.
Stepping astride the boy's legs, he bent to fit his huge prick between
Joyce's thighs.
"Watch this, Clyde!" he exclaimed, pressing the head of his cock into
her labial groove, nuzzling the shivering lips with the purple glands.
"Like your Mother says, pretend this is your dick!"
Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into Joyce's
pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle with its
girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance, but her ass
continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager cunt onto the
thick shaft of Ted's prick.
Clyde stared in helpless fascination as his cousin's phallic spear
slowly disappeared inside the straining circle, only to reappear with
its sides coated and slick with the woman's vaginal juices. He found
that his hand, fingers wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was
matching the strokes of that other cock.
As Ted drove his prick into Joyce's slit, Clyde's fist tugged the loose
overcoat of skin down his strutted member, exposing the engorged knob.
Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath,
CIyde's hand moved upward to cap the head of his
fuck pole.
His prick securely lodged in Joyce's responsive quim, Ted wrapped both
arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as
he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her
writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at the youth.
"You ought to try this pussy, Clyde!" he said jerkily. "She really knows
how to use it!"
"Son of a bitch!" was the panted reply. Clyde's fist moved faster, and
his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in
the air, splashing Ted's balls and the well- stretched lips of his
Mother's snatch. The second volley splattered against her trembling
thigh, trickling sluggishly downward as Ted continued his deep thrusts,
making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt.
The weaker spurts arced above the boy's cock and fell back onto his
heaving belly, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light
growth of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a
groan, Clyde lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of
his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm
from its lust-widened slit.
"Now, look what you've done, Aunt Joyce!" Ted murmured in the woman's
ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know."
"How?" was the hesitant response. Joyce was on the verge of orgasm, and
her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Ted's cock. She
gasped a startled protest when the huge prong tugged itself from the
eager jaws of her slavering cunt.
"Mop it up with your muff," Ted chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that
poker in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But don't let him put
it in."
Clyde groaned as his Mother lowered that juicy cleft over his
still-erect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting
her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his
widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base
of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his
hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and affect
an entry with his swollen joint
Deftly, Joyce evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal
cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to
scrub the blonde curls
through his puddled semen.
Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, Would you really like
to put it in me, Clyde?"
"Oh God, yes!" was the panted reply. "I can't help it, Mom!"
"It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "I understand!"
Kneeling astride Clyde's legs, Ted observed the caress of her juicy
labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the youth's belly. He grinned at the
tortured expression on his cousin's face.
"Fit your pussy against his prick, Aunt Joyce," he demanded. "Don't let
it slip in! Just press down on it."
Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Ted's
stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Clyde's prong upward, then
down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between
her flexing cuntal lips.
"Oh, damn!" was the boy's wail. Not only was his Mother's hot pussy
massaging his pick, but her fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples
of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic
hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that
made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug.
"Now," Ted exclaimed. "Let's give old Clyde a real thrill!"
Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space
between Joyce's ass and Clyde's balls, feeling the woman ease her
downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the
strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging
knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of the boy's cock.
"Jesus!" Clyde gurgled. "What are you doing?"
"Relax, cousin," Ted answered humorously. "You popped off just watching
your Mother get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this fuck
pole!"
With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Ted guided the
head into the greedy jaws of Joyce's snatch, driving up through the
spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his
balls rolled over CIyde's elevated scrotum.
He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Clyde's fingers with his
embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of
the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed
and caressed by her churning vagina.
Joyce came almost immediately, her ass twisting and jerking with the
force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the
prick that continued its
delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy. The overflow of slippery
cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an
oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with
gathering speed.
For Clyde, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made
his joint shift from side to side as Ted's prick raced over it, and his
sensitive glands rolled in Joyce's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic
gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving
in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was
incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by
shoving his hips upward each time Ted hunched into the straining circle
of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick,
rather than his cousin's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt.
Ted's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Clyde how much
you like my dick, Aunt Joyce!"
The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her
distorted lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But
I love it!"
"Lean over a little more," was his panted order. "Let Clyde lick your
tits!"
Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples
hung just above her son's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement,
the lad fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and
Joyce gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy
flesh.
Ted worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage
thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Clyde's cock jerk with empathy
against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored
deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue.
Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering
to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of
passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the thing he
knew would happen.
Between his knees, he felt Clyde's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath
his sliding cock, the boy's phallic spear seemed to swell with rhythmic
pulsation’s.
With a harsh cry, he shoved his cock up into the churning depths and
yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each
spurt of his semen against
his aunt's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added
the external thrill of Clyde's jetting prong against his own, and
Joyce's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to
reach another climax.
Before she could make it, Ted pulled his prick out of her clenching
pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Clyde's balls. He
rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked
bodies, Joyce still feeding her big breast into the boy's mouth, and
grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock.
"You can finish up on his dick, Aunt Joyce," he murmured. "That's not an
order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to."
Joyce lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Clyde's greedy lips. Her
face was a mask of emotion, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched
teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She
stared at Ted, her brows working as if in indecision.
"Damn you!" she whispered.
Her body lifted, and her hand sought the cream-smeared hardness of her
son's prick, holding it in position as she fitted the dripping jaws of
her cunt over its still-engorged
head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft,
groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to
supply the frictioning she
needed for her aborted climax.
Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play,
Clyde welcomed the incestuous coupling by shoving his pelvis up to
impale her more firmly on his joint.
"I'm getting hard again, Mom!" the youth panted. "My God! I've never
come three times in a row!"
Joyce began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a
delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight
lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock
regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him
with a determined hunching that made the boy cry out with ecstasy.
"You're going to come again, Clyde," she hissed. "For Mother!"
Ted's coarse laughter blended with their throaty moans as Joyce's cunt
exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Clyde slammed his hips
up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own
orgasm, but pistoning his Mother's pussy into a second come almost
before the first had subsided.
Clyde turned a perspiring face toward Ted, his eyes pleading as he
panted, "Can I get on top?"
"Be my guest," his cousin grunted. "Give her a real workout."
With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of
position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Joyce drew the boy down
between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss,
and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his
prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding
hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor.
"My! My!" Ted exclaimed teasingly. "I wonder what Uncle Ralph will say
about this!" His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and
sound of the incestuous union.
Clyde was a handsome lad, his body well-muscled and tanned, and his cock
was almost as large as Ted's. His ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and
fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her
fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls
that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty
piston.
Joyce had her eyes closed, and both arms about her son's body. Her ass,
lifted by her scissoring legs, shook and bucked in response to the deep
probing of her hungry
snatch.
Beneath Clyde's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown
circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy
mixture of her juices and the semen Ted had pumped into her belly had
been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of
her magnificent ass.
Without hesitation, Ted rose to his knees and positioned himself behind
the hunching youth, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on
the pounding hips.
"Relax, cousin," Ted murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm
gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch."
His buttocks clenching, Clyde shifted his legs, and Ted moved in between
them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the lad's heavy scrotum to
press it firmly against Joyce's winking anus.
"N0000000!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Clyde hips, but
finding them blocked by Ted's powerful hands. She felt the pressure
increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the
determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle
of quivering tissue about its invading knob.
Once again, Clyde felt his cousin's throbbing cock move against his
tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the
churning sheath of his Mother's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch
slammed against her clitoral notch.
Ted found her asshole slick, but much tighter than on the previous
evening. Now, Clyde's tool filled the adjacent channel, compressing the
slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its
heart-shaped head. Joyce was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her
body was trapped beneath her son's weight, and his prick held her ass
captive for Ted's powerful thrust.
She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal
muscles, and bored up into her flexing colon, filling her asshole with
its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Clyde's
joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper
into her intestines.
Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Joyce
was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her
belly, providing a sense of completeness she had never before
experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that
blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for
two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into
her churning flesh.
Ted experienced a rush of hot juices about his well-planted cock, and
the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace
about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole,
slamming his taut belly against Clyde's buttocks with each delightful
stroke.
Clyde, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short
pistoning of his buried prong. But he could feel each movement of Ted's
prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of
that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the
continued probing of its companion channel.
"You're making me come myself to death!" Joyce wailed, her eyes rolling
and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her
grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached
past her son's shoulders, groping for Ted, but discovering her arms
could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Clyde's waist and
examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of
her cunt.
She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Ted's belly slam against her
fingers. Forcing her tits up against Clyde's chest, she captured the
hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the
prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the
gut-wrenching pleasure.
Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the
rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female
tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the
two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder.
Clyde came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the
convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic
shudders were felt by Ted's ramrod as it bored deep into Joyce's ass to
spill its fiery tribute in the sucking channel of her intestines.
Joyce's scream was blocked by her son's tongue in a demanding kiss, and
she could only work her hips as the two boys drenched her belly with
their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and
her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that
stripped Ted's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-juice she
needed so desperately.
Chapter 6
Ralph Porter listened to his wife's account of the afternoon with an
expression that began with disbelief, then altered to angry bitterness
as she described her repeated climaxes while both Ted and Clyde fucked
her.
"You don't have to be so goddamned graphic!" he exploded, springing from
the chair and striding to the window, turning his back on Joyce as she
lay naked on their bed, one finger teasing the distended nipple of her
left breast.
The woman regarded his back with an amused smile, moving her other hand
to the furry juncture of her thighs. One digit slipped inside the moist
crevice, and the others teased the plump lips.
"Do you want to go back?" she demanded in a soft voice. "We can always
go on welfare, you know. Of course, Clyde won't be able to forget that
he's actually screwed his Mother. Since you seem opposed to that, he'll
probably climb into bed with Susan and Beth."
Ralph whirled about, his face twisted, to glare at her. "I suppose
that's the next thing your darling nephew will demand. I'll see him in
hell before I let him touch either one of those girls!"
Joyce's reply was delivered in a mocking tone. "Unless, of course, he
lets you have seconds." Her finger slid deeper into the crack of her
cunt, and her laughter made
him wince. "You couldn't wait to get your pecker in my tail! My God! You
never screwed me like that before."
"Damn it!" he exclaimed defensively. "You wouldn't let me put it in your
ass! You had to wait for that bastard!"
Joyce's eyes softened, hut her finger continued its pleasurable
exploration of her slit as she replied, "Someday Ralph, you'll learn
that women like to be forced to do things."
With a muttered curse, Ralph slammed out of the room, banging the door
behind him, and heading for the stairs. He hesitated when he saw Dorothy
just closing the door of her bedroom, and his gaze flickered over the
soft red hair and haughty breasts battling under the tight dress that
hugged her luscious hips and thighs with revealing clarity.
The woman looked at his face and her lips curved in an understanding
smile. Her hips moved seductively as she approached him. In spite of his
anger, Ralph felt a quickening in his crotch.
"Don't tell me," Dorothy murmured when she was near enough to be heard
without raising her voice. She stopped with the points of her big tits
almost touching his arm. "My darling stepson has gone too far."
He blinked at her. "How did you know?" His cock was stiffening, and he
shifted his stance to conceal the swelling. "Did he tell you?"
She laid warm fingers on his arm, leading him back down the hallway
toward the bedroom she had just vacated. Ralph found himself moving with
her like an obedient child. He waited until she opened the door, and
followed her inside. Dorothy locked the door and leaned against it.
"Let me guess," she said, keeping her hands behind her and poking her
breasts against the thin dress. "He talked you into letting him ball
Joyce, and you found yourself unable to resist the scene. You made a
complete fool of yourself with both of them."
She held up one hand, palm-out, when he started to interrupt. "That was
just the beginning. He got Joyce to give in to your son. That's the part
you can't stomach."
His voice heavy, Ralph demanded, "If he didn't tell you about it, how do
you know all this?"
She smiled. "Feminine observation, my dear brother-in-law. He was hot
for me until you showed up with all those delicacies. If he hadn't been
getting his rocks off with somebody he'd have been bouncing my bed.
Then, I saw Clyde after he had spent a couple of hours with them. Need I
say more?"
Ralph wagged his head. "You've just about covered it all. The boy is a
monster!"
She nodded amiably. "Agreed. But, he's a rich monster. That makes a big
difference."
"Why?" he asked in a grating voice. Why did he get us here for this? He
could have bought a dozen women if that's all he wanted."
Dorothy pushed herself erect, moving toward him as he stood in the
center of the big room. "Don't you understand, Ralph?" she whispered.
"He wants slaves."
"Slaves?" he repeated dully. She didn't stop when those big tits were so
close he could feel their heat. Instead she pushed their firm points
against his shirt front deliberately and with unmistakable intent. His
prick shoved its engorged head against his trouser leg, and was
immediately by the warmth of her thigh.
His arms went about her instinctively. He didn't intend for it to
happen. One moment, they were at his sides, and the next, they were
pulling her pliant curves closer. His hips jammed the throbbing bulk of
his cock between her legs, and he felt it nuzzle the plump mound of her
sex.
"Slaves," she whispered, wetting her lips with a pointed tongue and
sliding her arms about his neck. "Slaves to our own lusts, really." She
moved her hips, massaging the hardness of his prick. "Admit it, Ralph.
Didn't you get a kick out of watching him screw Joyce?"
He answered the erotic caress with increased pressure, finding himself
staring at those inviting lips. Helplessly he nodded.
"Don't be ashamed of it," she said soothingly. It's natural. Just like
what you're feeling at this moment." She rammed her cuntal mound against
his erection for emphasis. Her long lashes flickered. "Do you want to
deny that you're just itching to stick that thing in me?"
His arms tightened and his mouth covered her parted lips, tasting the
sweetness of her tongue as it writhed against his in quick and eager
response. Dorothy's hand forced its way between their bodies to curl
warm fingers about his outlined prick.
He was unable to resist fumbling at his zipper, and he groaned when her
hand managed to affect an entrance and pull his cock out of its hiding
place, squeezing and stroking until he was past caring what happened
next.
Ralph's fingers found the fabulous tits he had admired so many times,
and kneaded the resilient flesh with an inexpert fondling. Aside from
Joyce's, they were the first breasts he had touched since his marriage,
a fact which he considered and discarded as trivial in view of the
pleasure he derived from tweaking the distended nipples.
"Sit down on the bed," he beard Dorothy say, and he permitted himself to
be maneuvered into the suggested position, his cock sticking out like an
obscene drawing in its engorgement.
Before he realized what the woman had in mind, she had pushed her dress
down over her shoulders to bare the magnificent orbs of succulent flesh,
and was leaning over him, feeding one of the tips between his eager
lips.
Ralph nursed the delicious nipple with a hunger he had not realized
existed within his trembling body. Opening his month wider, he drew a
portion of the creamy mound between his lips, nibbling on the pulsating
spear and lashing it with his wet tongue as his hands fondled Dorothy's
firm buttocks.
He groaned again when she dropped to her knees between his thighs to fit
the engorged cock between her tits, squeezing them together about its
throbbing length while her mouth bathed his chest with wet kisses, and
she deliberately clamped her mouth about one of his diminutive tits and
sucked it with a savage vacuuming.
She had unbuttoned his shirt so skillfully that Ralph was surprised by
the contact of her lips on his bare skin. His body trembled as her wet
tongue licked an exciting circle, then moved to the other male tit to
provide an equally pleasant caress.
Nervously, he groped for his belt buckle, loosing his slacks and baring
his belly and crotch as the trousers slid down about his hairy legs. His
hands ran clutching fingers through the red hair, pulling the warm, soft
lips against his navel. He gasped when her hot tongue bored into the
indentation, twisting voluptuously, her breasts massaging his engorged
cock with a sensuous sliding.
His prick nudged her throat, the head pressing beneath the delicate
curve of her chin, and Ralph's buttocks contracted with eagerness as
Dorothy's lips slid lower, her tongue flicking across the upper edge of
his public hair.
"Does Joyce give good head?" he heard her murmur. Until that moment, he
had assumed that her actions were a prelude to an old- fashioned screw.
Now, he realized that the beautiful creature was about to go down on his
throbbing cock with that full-lipped and obviously talented mouth.
"When she's in the right mood," he gasped. "Usually, she just does it to
please me."
Dorothy drew the tip of her tongue across the head of his prick,
pressing it back against his belly, then letting it spring outward to
brush her cheek. Her tits jabbed firm nipples against his thighs, and
her hands slid up and down the hairy legs before moving in on the
rearing joint and the twin spheres that loomed immediately beneath the
strutted cock.
"I'll bet," she whispered softly, "that she loves sucking Ted's dick."
Ralph did not answer, except for a slight clenching of his teeth and a
tightening of the fingers entwined in her long hair. Dorothy planted a
wet kiss just beneath the glands,
then trailed her tongue downward to probe the scrotal sac. He moved his
knees farther apart to accommodate her torso, and she responded by
dipping her head and running her tongue beneath the heavy balls.
"Tell me, Dorothy demanded, bathing his nuts win her warm breath. "Does
Joyce really enjoy what Ted is making her do?"
"Yes, damn it!" he groaned, easing his hips forward and pressing his
hips against her parted lips. All he could see was her red hair, and the
head of his cock thrusting up in front of her face. As he stared down at
it, the prick exuded a glob of clear lubricant from its swollen tip.
"She's gone crazy about that son of a bitch!"
Dorothy's head lifted, her green eyes mocking him. "Would you rather be
with her than with me?"
He licked his lips, frowning at the question, yet unable to reject the
lust that thundered in his body. "No!" he gasped. If you'll just do what
you started to do, I don't give a damn if he balls her brains out!"
Her mouth curved appreciatively. "You're sweet," she said huskily. "Will
you promise to sit still, and not try to make me do it your way?"
He nodded emphatically, his face working. "Any way you want it."
Her mouth curved even more, wet and promising. Her pointed tongue
protruded, just flicking the head of his cock. She exhaled, baking the
glands with her warm breath, and Ralph groaned at the feathery caress.
Again, Dorothy's head went down, lips parting to slide their wet oval
about one of his leathery pouches, drawing the pliant half of the sac
into her mouth and laving it with saliva, her tongue rolling the oyster
about inside its fluid-filled pocket.
Just when he wag about to tug at her red hair with trembling fingers,
she released the delicacy and sucked the other nut between her gently
nibbling teeth. As she tongue-fondled the nugget, her fingers began a
fluttering dance up and down the strutted length of his prick, causing
it to jerk back against his hairy belly in eager response.
His scrotum was wet from her mouthing, and she trailed a continuation of
the wetness upward along the pulsating underbelly of his cock, pausing
at the taut "V" of his glands. There, her tongue stiffened and flashed
back and forth over the sensitive area just below the tiny slit. Her
fingers, having moved aside for her climbing tongue, claimed the
throbbing column again, performing a slow milking of its stiffened
length.
"I want to taste that fuck-juice!" she whispered fiercely, her fist
rising until the prepuce trapped the tip of her tongue between its loose
fold and the head of the rearing cock.
As if in obedience to her wishes, his prick spilled a slippery glob of
pre-come from its single eye, and her tongue sponged it up with a
delightful wiggle.
"Ummmmmm!" she sighed, swallowing audibly. "You taste good!"
Dorothy fitted her lips over the swollen knob and began massaging it
with her hot tongue, cheeks hollowing as she nursed the prick with
hungry suction. Her head dipped, forcing her mouth onto the cock until
the glands was beyond her palate, and her lips touched the curled
fingers of her pumping fist.
Her nasal whimper was authentic enjoyment. True, she had begun her
seduction as a way of getting back at her stepson. Since Ted was
determined that their enjoyment should be nothing more than a by-product
his own lust, Dorothy found a peculiar thrill in disrupting the lad's
schedule. But, once she had tasted the salty masculinity of Ralph's
prick, she was no longer concerned with her original purpose.
Jealousy had been a part of that plan, she admitted, bobbing her head to
slide her greedy mouth up and down Ralph's delicious joint. Ted had
forced her to go down on him, then had turned his attentions elsewhere,
fully aware that he had awakened a facet of her sensuality held dormant
since her marriage to Bruce.
She was younger than Joyce, she consoled herself, swallowing another
glob of Ralph's tasty jism. Yet, Ted was spending all his time with the
older woman. The thought produced a picture of Joyce's blonde snatch,
and Dorothy sucked harder on the throbbing meat of the tumescent prick
Ralph's ass was bouncing on the edge of the bed, shoving his cock into
her mouth as her head flashed down, ignoring his promise to let her set
the pace she desired. His fingers twined the red hair about them, and he
dared to force her mouth farther onto his prick, sensing that she was
too excited to protest the violation.
His fingers slid lower on the shaft, still pumping in time with her
slippery lips and writhing tongue. Then, as the prick delivered another
surge of that delicious nectar, she released his cock and cupped both
hands beneath his balls, sucking the quivering knob back into her throat
and tightening the muscles about it with quick gulps.
Ralph tried to hold back, for he wanted more than anything else to
prolong the exquisite pleasure of the redhead's mouth on his engorged
cock. Now that she had taken the shaft deep in her throat, he could fuck
his cock through those wet, sucking lips and heighten the pleasure even
more. His ass bounced on the bed, and his nuts, held captive by her
gentle fingers, slapped repeatedly against her dainty chin. He felt her
tongue squeeze his
prick, then lash the knob when he pulled it back to the barrier of her
teeth.
Resistance was futile when Dorothy began swallowing more rapidly, and
her throat muscles danced and shuddered about the glands with each
thrust. In addition,
she twisted her head as it bobbed up and down, giving her suction a
screwing effect that tugged Ralph up and over the mountain of ecstasy.
Legs jerking and hips bucking, he pushed the woman's head down onto his
prick and surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed up through
the column and spurted against the back of her greedily gulping throat,
feeling her fingers squeeze his balls as if seeking even more of the
ropey sperm she swallowed with little whimpers of delight. She made no
attempt to pull back, but buried her nose in his public hair as she
drained his
cock.
Chapter 7
Susan Porter was aware that something unusual was happening, for the
transformation in her parents and her brother was too apparent. But she
had no idea that her Mother had succumbed so completely to Ted's huge
organ, nor did she imagine that Clyde had already committed Incest with
the blonde lovely.
When Joyce told her what was expected of her, she stared at her Mother
and discovered she was speechless with astonishment. At seventeen, she
was not unaware that such arrangements were often made. But, she had
never expected that she would become a part of one.
"Try to understand, darling," Joyce pleaded anxiously. "It's for all of
us. Ted's really a nice boy. If you'll just cooperate, it can be fun."
Susan squeezed her thighs together, glaring at her Mother. "You're
saying that I'm supposed to let Ted do anything he wants to?" Her frown
deepened. "What if he wants to do something really kinky?"
Joyce shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "You're a big girl, Susan.
Just think of what it means to your Father and me.
The girl listened, open-mouthed, to her Mother's recital of her own
sacrifices, ending with, "How do you think I felt when my own son had to
make love to me?"
Susan's generous lip curled disdainfully. "Clyde didn't make love to
you. He fucked you!" Her voice climbed the scale toward hysteria. "My
God! What's happening to us? Daddy lets you act like a common whore, and
you spread for your own son!"
Joyce's face hardened. Angrily she walked to the door of the bedroom,
turning to exclaim, "You'll do as you're told, young lady! It's not
going to hurt you to do your part
in this."
The girl managed to hold back her tears until the door closed. Then, her
skirt sliding high about her exquisitely rounded thighs, she threw
herself face-down across the bed, sobbing until anger replaced the fear
and hurt.
When she stood up, she was smiling grimly. She looked at the wall mirror
and tossed her head, shaking the brown waves of hair.
As if it were Ted in the glass, rather than her own reflection, she
whispered, "You may screw me, cousin Ted, but you'll be sticking it in a
block of ice! I'll be damned if you'll enjoy it!"
Methodically, she prepared herself, luxuriating in a scented bath, then,
after toweling her tanned body, she applied a subtle perfume behind her
ears, beneath her firm breasts, and along the inner curves of her
perfectly formed thighs. Then, with a mocking look at the brown curls
that shaped her plump pussy mound, she added the elusive scent to that
verdant jungle.
For dinner she wore only a nearly transparent negligee, smiling at the
stern look her Father gave when she marched to the big table and stared
directly into Ted's appraising eyes.
"You should have worn something more than that," Ralph murmured to her.
"You're making a spectacle of yourself."
Maintaining the exaggerated smile, Susan answered from the corner of her
curved lips, "You're a fine one to talk! After what Mother told me, I'm
surprised you haven't
already tried to rape Beth and me."
She turned her face toward the surprised man, fluttering her lashes and
giving a little shake of her shoulders to set the outlined tits to
quivering beneath the thin fabric.
"Do I seem ready?" she demanded in a sultry voice. "Don't you want to
check me over before sending me off to be raped?"
Choking back a retort that blended anger and shame, Ralph pushed his
chair back, rose and stalked from the room, followed by Susan's mocking
laughter.
"What's wrong with your Father?" Joyce asked from her seat down the
table. "He seemed very upset!"
"1 think he's angry," Susan retorted, "because he wasn't invited to the
party."
Joyce's face colored, and she returned to her plate without a rejoinder,
pretending not to hear Ted's knowing chuckle. Moments later she excused
herself, followed by Dorothy and Clyde. Beth and Linda demanded a second
dessert, and Ted signaled the hovering maid.
To Susan, he said, "Did Aunt Joyce explain everything to youth?"
Susan felt a tingle of apprehension between her tightly clenched thighs.
But her face was expressionless as she nodded.
Linda looked up from her plate, giving her brother a worshipful smile.
"When are you going to do what you promised?" she asked innocently. Her
eyes held a hopeful gleam.
Ted reached across and patted the girl's arm, his fingers lingering to
trail up and down the smooth skin. "Soon, Linda, he answered softly, his
dark eyes caressing the points of her small breasts as they strained
against the tight blouse.
Beth leaned closer to the girl, speaking so softly that only she could
hear her whispered question "What did he promise?"
Linda turned a glowing face to her cousin, answering her in the same
hushed voice. "Ted's going to fuck me," she said quite simply.
Beth Porter's mouth opened, and her blue eyes widened with shock.
Quickly, she darted a glance about to see if either Ted or Susan had
heard the girl. Still speaking quietly, but with a shocked urgency, she
said, "Let's go up to your room, Beth. I think we'd better have a long
talk."
The two youngsters rose, their young bottoms twitching with suggestive
innocence as they excused themselves and left Ted staring at Susan with
that irritating appraisal.
She glared back with a contemptuous droop of her generous mouth. "How
does it feel to have everyone so willing to play whore for you?" she
asked in a deceptively mild voice. "Isn't it too much for such a child
as yourself?"
Ted refused to rise to the bait. Placing his elbows on the table, he
leaned forward, amusement glittering in his eyes as he dropped his gaze
to her breasts. He ignored
her question.
"I wonder if you're as passionate as your Mother," he said in a soft
drawl. "Did you know that she never let your Father stick it in her
asshole until I loosened it up?" The girl gave a sharp gasp. "You're
filthy!" she hissed. "And you're making all of us do filthy things!"
Ted stood up, flexing his muscles and drawing his slacks tight over his
bulging crotch. He saw the girl's quick glance and he chuckled.
"Let's go upstairs, Cousin," he ordered in that same soft voice. "I'm
going to show you just how filthy I can be when I try."
Susan found that her legs were trembling when she followed the youth
from the dining room, and up the broad stairway, and she had difficulty
recapturing the determination she had summoned earlier. Then, she had
assumed that Ted would simply screw her and let it go at that. Now, she
was less certain that he would be satisfied with such an orthodox act.
Although not a virgin, Susan was inexperienced, having found the clumsy
penetration of her pussy by fewer than a half-dozen assorted cocks to be
little more than an irritating tickling. Her partners had been too
young, too small, and too fast, spilling their sticky come inside her
belly before she could even begin to appreciate the rhythmic massaging
of her vagina.
She knew that some girls permitted their dates to invade that second,
smaller hole, but she had never considered that she might find herself
submitting to such an indignity. Nor had she ever dreamed that she might
be called upon to touch a cock with her lips, another method that some
of her friends insisted was more enjoyable than straight screwing.
By the time Ted wrenched open the bedroom door, Susan had regained her
self-control, marching past her cousin with a deliberate twisting of her
hips that brushed the ominous bulge of his crotch. She walked over to
the bed and turned, tossing her head to push a stray tendril of brown
hair from her forehead.
"What do I do first?" she demanded in a flat voice.
Ted was already unbuttoning his shirt as he answered, "You take that
damned negligee off, and let me look at you."
Obediently, Susan loosened the narrow sash and let the garment slide
downward, exposing the creamy breasts with their coral tips poking
arrogantly from their pip aureoles. Lower, the negligee slid, past the
lithe waist and flat belly to the brown curls of her pubic thatch.
She saw Ted's eyes stare at the narrow band of white flesh that marked
the protective zone of halter and bikini during her almost daily
sunbathes, contrasting sharply with the deep tan of the rest of her
delightfully curved body. Then, as the garment dropped past the
exquisitely molded thighs, she felt a tingling warmth between them. His
stare was focused on the dainty vertical cleft of her pussy, and he was
unfastening his belt.
It was Susan's turn to stare, for her limited experience did not include
the sight she was about to witness. The few times she had surrendered to
her male companions, she had deliberately averted her eyes from the
stiff member that they seemed so eager to fit into her snug little cunt.
As a result, she could not completely stifle the gasp of amazement as
Ted exposed the flaccid thickness of his dangling cock. Instinctively,
her hands flew to
protect the delicate gateway through which the ominous cylinder was
desired to pass.
"What's wrong?" the lad demanded with a grin. "Is it too childlike for
you? He slipped his fingers beneath the hairy balls, lifting them
together with the limp prick and pointing its slitted tip at the
wide-eyed girl. "It will get larger." The fingers squeezed caressingly.
"In fact, you'll be wishing it wasn't so damned big before the night's
over."
Susan tried to keep the fright from her voice as she answered, "I was
surprised because it's so little. From what Mother said, I thought you
were a real man." She patted the curls of her cunt. "You'll need more
than that to satisfy me."
Stepping out of his slacks and standing naked, he reached for her,
gripping her slender waist and jerking her forward until her tits dug
firm nipples into his chest. Her belly yielded to the harsh shove of his
pelvis, and she felt the hot meatiness of his cock rod between their
flesh. She offered no resistance, but let her arms fall limply at either
side, forcing Ted to sustain her weight as he sought her lips with an
open mouth.
She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and his tongue slithered between
her teeth, seeking hers. Deliberately, she dug its tip down against its
own root, while his tongue danced about in solitary passion, bathed in
her salvia, but finding no response to his savage tonguing of her teeth
and gums.
Grunting with disgust, he pushed her away, toward the bed. The back of
her knees touched the edge, and she fell backward, keeping her knees
together as her hips struck
the soft mattress.
Immediately, Ted was on top of her, swaddling her clenched thighs and
palming her pliant breasts as he pushed her onto her back. He held her
there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples
and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as
he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing
them back Into their own aureoles.
Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the
manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued
flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of
heat washed through her pussy. Deep inside, she was conscious of a hot
wetness spreading through her vagina.
Ted shifted his powerful body upward until he was astride her breasts,
his balls and limp prick sliding between the lush mounds while his
thighs pushed them inward to shape a warm nest of yielding flesh.
Tilting his head to stare down at her, he rocked his hips to force his
scrotum back and forth through the velvet valley.
"Having fun?" Susan hissed at him. "I thought you were supposed to be a
real stud! You can't even get it up!"
Ted's face contorted In sudden anger, and he lifted his hips, pushing
them upward until Susan was staring up at his crotch. His fingers
clutched her hair, holding her head in position, and he shoved He
scrotal sac down against her mouth, twisting his hips to work the pliant
pouch over her tightly closed lips.
Susan closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, blocking the
masculine scent of his testicles and the prick that dangled its
plum-like head over her dainty nose.
"Goddamn you!" he grated in a savage whisper. "I was gonna be easy on
you. Now, I'm gonna cram it so far up your snatch you can taste it!" His
hips twisted more fiercely. "Open your fucking mouth and lick my balls!"
Susan managed to turn her face aside, taking the weight of his sac on
her cheek. "if you make me do that," she hissed angrily, "I'll bite the
damned things of off!"
The pressure eased, and the youth rocked back to glare at her. "Didn't
Aunt Joyce tell you what would happen if you didn't cooperate?"
The girl's voice was steady as she replied, "I agreed to let you screw
me. Anything else is out. I don't care what anyone says."
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he swung his leg over her body
rolling off and arranging himself on the bed, flat on his back. He
pulled his hairy thighs together
and pointed at his limp cock.
"OK" he drawled. "I'll go you one better. You fuck me!"
Susan pushed herself up onto one elbow, sneering at his dangling prong.
"Even if I agreed," she said mockingly, "you're still soft."
"That's your problem," be reminded her. "Try running that cunt over it.
I'll get hard."
The girl sat up, turning gracefully to crouch on hands and knees beside
him, her breasts swaying but little in their young firmness. For the
first time since they entered the bedroom, she felt a surge of
confidence.
Gracefully she swung one slender leg across his thighs, inching upward
until she straddled his hips, her pussy gaping its narrow slit directly
above his thick tool. She
placed her hands on his chest, the fingers curling slightly as they
touched the hard pads of muscle, lightly haired and each tipped win a
tiny replica of her own lush tits.
Slowly, she lowered her crotch until she felt the heat and meatiness
pock against her parted labia, inducing a sensation of pleasure in the
dampening corridor of her pussy. She increased the pressure and began
working her crotch back and forth against the curved member.
"Now, you're doing it!" Ted grunted, moving his hips in response to the
moist caress of his cock. He curled his fingers about her arms and slid
them up to her shoulders, then to her thrusting breasts, cupping both
mounds with kneading grip as she continued her pelvic massage. "Get it
good and stiff," he murmured, "and then slide that hot cunt right onto
it."
Susan felt the prick throbbing against her cunt, swelling and hardening
as it filled with blood, and it was impossible to restrain the slippery
liquid that seeped from her labia to bathe the stiffening shaft and
prepare her own tingling pussy for its entry. Deliberately, she
concentrated on the slowly enlarging knob, sliding the quivering lips of
her snatch over its rounded tip with rapid jerks of her hips.
The prick forced its way upward between her thighs, and she raised her
crotch to permit it to spring back against his flat- muscled belly,
dropping down onto it again and sliding her wet labia up and down its
still-lengthening hardness.
"Christ!" Ted groaned, squeezing her breasts until she gasped with mixed
pain and pleasure. "Put it in!"
Maintaining her balance by leaving one hand on his chest, Susan reached
down to curl her fingers about the distended length of his prick, moving
the grip up and down in a quick estimate of its size. Her lower lip
folded back between her teeth and she stole a quick glance at the
rearing shaft, her eyes narrowing in speculation.
The cock was much bigger than she had expected, and fully two inches
longer than any of the few she had entertained inside her snug vagina.
It was thicker, too, for her fingers and thumb could not completely
encompass its throbbing girth.
No wonder, she thought, rubbing the slitted tip through her slippery
labial trough, that her Mother had responded to the handsome youth. It
would be difficult to remain calm with a nine- inch prick jabbing deep
and hard inside an admittedly hungry snatch.
The mental image produced a fresh flood of vaginal juice that seeped
from her swollen pussy lips and spread over the head of Ted's cock,
trickling down the thick column to bathe her fingers as they squeezed
and rubbed the big prong back and forth, setting her own bed to
trembling with desire for that engorged hardness.
She felt the prick lurch In her grasp, and the head seemed to swell for
a moment in the furrow of her aroused cunt. A glob of seminal fluid
erupted from the quivering slit to
bathe her sensitive labia, sending a thrill back into the slippery
grotto that was beginning to pulsate with eagerness.
Hoisting her hips higher, Susan guided the tip of his cock between the
lips of her cunt, holding her breath as she lowered herself just enough
to feel the expansion of the nerve-laced tissues that fitted themselves
about the sloping glands. Then, win a suppressed gasp, she forced her
pussy onto the throbbing knob, her hips trembling as the stretched folds
slipped past the rim of the huge helmet and tightened about the circular
hardness of his rearing shaft.
For a moment, she made no movement, simply savoring the delightful
sensation that radiated inward from that shallow insertion. Her cunt had
never been opened so widely, and it seemed that the expanded lips were
far more sensitive than ever before, sensing even the slight tremors of
the prick as Ted reacted to the hot clasp of her pussy about its
implanted head.
She felt his hands desert her tits to grip her waist, and only her own
hands, bracing against his chest, kept her from yielding to his downward
tugging. Her thighs tensed, and she managed to maintain her position
until Ted relaxed his efforts.
Slowly, feeling her vagina swelled by the increasing bulk of the big
cock, she began easing her cunt down onto the thick column, adding a
little circular movement to the
descent that rubbed the tender walls of her flexing corridor into a
shivering dance.
"Goddamn!" Ted groaned, adding an inch to the two already inside her
shivering pussy by shoving his hips upward. "You've got a hot snatch!"
Susan did not answer. Instead, she screwed her churning vagina farther
onto the shaft, and increased the speed of her circular gyrations. She
deliberately tightened the powerful muscles of her cunt, squeezing his
throbbing prick and spreading her warm lubricating nectar over its
quivering bulk.
She had never been so juicy before. It seemed that the sheer girth of
the cock had loosened some internal fountain that sent the slippery
liquid gurgling from deep
in her belly to welcome the blunt-nosed invader.
There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she could accept his
lengthy prong. Instead, there was an increasing determination to prove
herself the sensual superior of the
handsome youth whose prick was inching deeper and deeper into her belly.
No more than two-thirds of the way down the column, she reversed
direction and began dragging her pussy upward, feeling the internal
tugging as the thick cock massaged the vaginal walls in its enforced
retreat. Pleasure radiated from the frictioning pressure, spiraling back
into her vagina and making her gasp with its intensity.
Reaching the top of her ride, with just the swollen head inside her
labia, she slid downward again, more rapidly, and farther, feeling the
velvet tip press lightly against her
womb mouth as her hips halted their descent and rose upward again.
Beneath her, the boy groaned his delight and tightened his fingers on
her waist.
Her agile hips climbed again, the slippery cuntal folds sliding upward
over the pulsating column of engorged flesh, then plunged downward to
find the boy's pelvis leaping to meet them.
"AAANNNGGGHHH!"
Susan found it impossible to block the unintelligible cry as she felt
herself impaled on the throbbing shaft of Ted's huge prick. Her labial
lips were jammed tightly about the thick base and the quivering head of
the cock was shoved hard against her yielding cervix. Her vagina was
stretched to its capacity by the hot bulk of the organ, and the pressure
was such that her mind could not identify it as either pleasure or pain.
It was somewhere in between those two sensations, but producing a gut-
wrenching desire that demanded still more of the exquisite frictioning
she had just experienced.
Back arched, and waist undulating under Ted's urging fingers, Susan
steered her spasming cunt up and down on the rearing prick, its length
liberally coated by her
vaginal exudation until the hardness slid through her labial grip with
ease, each movement sending another wave of incredible pleasure
throughout her belly.
She found herself leaning forward, disengaging her tits from the lad's
hands as she maneuvered them toward his heaving chest. His arms went
about her, and his fingers
clutched at her rising and falling hips, digging savagely into her
flexing buttocks to pull her convulsing pussy down onto his lurching
prick.
Frantically, Susan forced her own hands beneath his shoulders, gripping
for leverage, pulling her body upward as his cock plumbed the churning
depths of her juicy cunt.
Long strokes were impossible in her new position, but she could work her
hips with greater speed. Keeping the cock sheathed in her torrid snatch,
she hunched her ass
with vicious jabs, feeling the rounded knob slam repeatedly against the
mouth of her womb, threatening to force its way inside that willing cave
of virgin tissue.
This, her whirling brain screamed at her, was fucking! All the others
had been but childish imitations of the act she was performing with
sweating body and lust-crazed
mind. Within her convulsing pussy, its walls constantly massaged by that
delightfully large prick, an orgasm was building, already knotting the
muscles of her belly with
its ecstatic tremors. When it came, she admitted, it would reduce all
her previous climaxes to insignificance.
Faster and faster, her ass pounded the writhing corridor about the lad's
joint, forcing more of the secretion out of her clenching cunt to mat
their pubic hair as the two pads met and parted with wet squishings that
were obliterated in the gasps and grunts that marked the violence of
their union.
Susan's clitoris was subjected to a constant mauling as she fucked the
thick prong. As her ass flashed backward, tugging her cunt upward, the
meaty spear was momentarily freed to spring outward, its cream-coated
bulk quivering with the caress of the cool bedroom air. Then, as she
hunched forward, the bud was forced inward by the sheer size of Ted's
cock, and massaged by that throbbing hardness into a nerve-tingling
bundle of excruciating ecstasy.
Her breasts, nipples engorged beyond anything she had ever anticipated,
were plastered against his chest, rolling and sliding in the patina of
perspiration and the delicious irritation of his wiry hair. Her belly,
undulating with near-fluidic ripplings as she manipulated her hips above
his, slapped down against the muscular hardness of his
abdomen with noisy sounds of wet flesh pounding wetter flesh.
The pleasure was almost too much, yet such that she could do nothing but
increase it by fucking the stiff cock with faster and harder hunches.
She felt the shaft jerk, its heat suddenly increasing until she could
easily imagine it to be glowing inside her racing cunt, and Ted's hips
bounced wildly beneath her continued assault.
A hot wetness blasted against her womb, followed by still another savage
spurt of the fiery liquid that raged through the nine-inch shaft, into
her belly. Ted's body was writhing with the explosive convulsions of his
come. His furious pelvic gyrations seemed to screw the exploding prick
into her crotch, the jetting knob grinding against her womb as the semen
was forced back about its originator to trickle sluggishly from the
straining jaws of
her cunt.
She lost control as her own orgasm ripped through her cock- packed
vagina, setting the slippery walls into a shuddering series of
undulating spasms that raced inward, squeezing the invading prong and
milking it with powerful tugs, sucking the creamy come from its bucking
hardness and rubbing it with greedy caresses as Susan's ass twisted and
hunched to heighten the already unbearable ecstasy. She screamed, but
the sound was heard only in her lust- crazed brain, blending with the
rhythmic surges of her climax.
She had expected Ted's cock to detumesce immediately after spilling its
copious load of semen, like the few others she had felt, jerking and
spitting inside her cunt. But the shaft seemed more firm than before as
she felt herself being toppled aside and onto her back, legs flailing in
adjustment and scissoring the powerful hips that forced her thighs
farther apart.
For the first time, she gave him her tongue in a saliva- drenched kiss,
wiggling it about inside his mouth as he sucked its meaty bulk with a
force that made her grunt in meaningless protest.
She grunted again when he drew his cock almost free of her cream-filled
snatch and drove it in again, slamming his heavy balls against her
writhing ass and smashing his
pubic ridge down against the pad of her soaked triangle.
Again and again, her pussy exploded in orgasmic joy, churning its
slippery grip about the pistoning joint and chewing that huge head that
hammered her womb with breathtaking force. Her fingers dug into his
flexing ass cheeks, and her hips lunged up to meet his savage thrusts,
working the dripping jaws of her cunt in a constant chewing of his
driving prick.
She lost count of her comes, and added still another when Ted's cock
began spurting its second load of nut-juice into her snatch. Too weak to
move anything but her sweat-soaked breasts in an effort to recapture her
breath, she felt Ted climb off, leaving her body tingling and weightless
at the removal of the prolonged pressure, and her cunt still hungry for
a continuation of that delicious stroking.
Eyes closed, she heard him pad across the room and open the hall door,
but she was too enraptured with the lingering tremors in her belly to
care why Ted was taking time out from his sensual labors.
The door closed again, quietly, and she heard the soft click of the
lock. Lazily, she spread her legs wide, feeling the wetness seep from
her cunt to bathe her perineum and anus. She was slick down there,
slicker than she had ever been before. Slick and hungry for more
of that demanding cock.
A knee pressed the bed, and she welcomed the hips that fitted themselves
between her thighs. Her own hips swiveled upward to meet the hot
hardness that slid pulsating]y into her juicy crevice. She brought her
legs up to wrap them about the narrow waist. Her arms
embraced and pulled him down onto her sensitive tits as he began fucking
her, steadily and delightfully.
Her eyes opened and widened. Her lips shaped a surprised oval.
"Clyde!" she gasped, her ass still working cooperatively beneath his
pounding hips. "My own brother!"
It was not a protest. Even if she had wanted to object, her eager cunt
would not have permitted more than a token complaint. What he was doing
to her felt too good, and
she was too near another string of firecracker orgasms to make any
attempt to halt his industrious probing of her slippery pussy.
Her ass bouncing and twisting in the throes of ecstasy, Susan was too
busy coming to hear Ted Morgan's husky chuckle of approval.
Chapter 8
Linda Morgan was upset with her young cousin. Had she been capable of
real anger, it would have been directed at Beth Porter for suggesting
that Ted was even considering the dreadful thing the girl had so vividly
described.
"Ted's eighteen years old, Linda," Beth had argued in their conversation
following the interrupted dessert. "You're still a kid. If he does
anything to you, It'll be both rape and incest."
Linda had shaken her head firmly, her baby face determined. "I know what
rape is, Beth," she reminded the girl. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but
I know a few things. Ted would never make me do something I didn't want
to do. As for the part about incest, I don't care. I've wanted Ted to
love me for ages."
"We're not talking about love, darn it!", Beth exclaimed. "He wants to
screw you. Don't you understand that?"
"And what's wrong with that?" Linda rejoined. Her shoulders shook with a
little shiver of anticipation, making her small breasts tremble under
the thin blouse. "Don't you ever want to let Clyde do it to you?"
Beth framed a shocked protest that became, instead, a mysterious smile
of possible admission. Her tongue made a sensuous circuit of the red
oval, finally curving its pointed tip upward as she studied her cousin's
questioning face. The eyes, long-lashed and posing a question of their
own, moved down to study Linda's thrusting tits, tracing the outline of
their tiny nipples through the clinging blouse.
"Do we really need our brother's for what we're both thinking about?"
she asked in a hush voice. "Couldn't we have fun without them?"
Linda stared at the girl with a confused frown. "I don't understand,"
she answered hesitantly. Seeing the direction of Beth's stare, her own
eyes dropped to peer at the little tips that punched the thin fabric.
"Do you like my titties?"
I'd like to see them without that blouse," Beth responded. Her lashes
flickered their excitement. "Did you ever have another girl play with
them?"
Linda seemed unsurprised by the query, shaking her head as she answered.
"No. But it sounds interesting." Her fingers toyed with the top button.
"Would you like to play with mine?"
Beth's blonde hair bobbed an admission. "It's more fun when we play with
each other's," she observed, taking a step toward the twin beauties that
were revealed by the slowly opening blouse. "Why don't we both get
undressed?"
Agreeably, Linda shrugged off the blouse, the small breasts tightening
with her movements, and began unzipping her short skirt. Beth stared
with mounting excitement as the bikini panties were pushed down and she
saw the chestnut curls of her selected target.
In moments, both girls were naked, their clothes left in two careless
heaps as Beth drew the blonde nymphet against her own eager flesh. Linda
gasped as their breasts met, pressed and yielded to their firm
counterparts. Her hands explored the curve of a delightfully rounded
ass. She stared at her cousin with wide eyes.
"Are you going to do what Ted did?" she asked innocently.
Beth's fingers tightened on a deliciously slender waist. "What did Ted
do?" she asked, anticipating the answer.
"He stuck his tongue in my pussy," was the naive reply. "It felt so
good, I couldn't stop coming."
"Why don't you pretend that I'm Ted?" Beth whispered, moving her torso
to rub her tingling tits against the swollen tips of the girl's firm
breasts. Her own pussy was shivering with anticipation. If she could
persuade Linda to use that dainty tongue on it, she would give her
cousin a muff job she would never forget.
Linda's response was one Beth had not expected. "I don't like
pretending," the girl murmured. She moved her furry crotch against
Beth's plump labial mound. "Why can't we just be ourselves?"
Beth answered the delicious pressure by working her agile hips,
increasing the pressure of the two young cunts. "Will you do what I ask
you to?" she demanded huskily.
The brown head bobbed an eager assent, and the fingers on her quivering
buttocks tugged aggressively. "It might be even better with you," Linda
admitted. "I could do what you're doing. That would be fun." She grinned
at Beth's hot gaze. "I've often wished I could reach my own pussy and
lick it."
Beth began urging her back toward the bed, grinding her furry crotch
against the warm moistness of its counterpart. She moved her flat belly
in a delicate massage of Linda's softer abdomen, desire hastening their
awkward progress toward the waiting mattress.
Linda fell backward, pulling Beth down with her, giggling as the girl's
knees forced her legs apart and the warm naked body fitted itself
against hers, Beth's face hovering with an expression Linda
instinctively recognized. Her giggling subsided as she felt the girl's
pussy slide its yielding lips against hers, and she gave a soft gasp as
Beth's clitoris, stiffened with lust, eased its throbbing erection
between her sensitive labia.
She knew what it was, although she had never dreamed that she would
encounter one large enough to do what Beth was making hers do. The
engorged cylinder was actually sliding in and out of her pussy as the
girl's hips performed a rhythmic rise and fall, and the sensation was
devastatingly wonderful.
She wiggled her ass responsively, careful to keep the answering hunches
short so the miniature prick would not slip out of her tangling slit.
Her fingers clutched the slowly bouncing bottom, and she welcomed the
parted lips that descended upon her open mouth.
Tongues touched, tentatively and cautiously, then swirled eagerly and
boldly as the taste of their blended saliva heightened the desire that
pounded through their writhing bodies. The kiss seemed an extension of
that exquisite massage, and the two mouths worked greedily, as if
anticipating the moment when they would be glued to that other opening.
It was Linda who broke away to whisper, "Let me kiss your tittie, Beth.
I want to know how it feels and tastes."
The small, thin sliver of hardened flesh slipped from its cozy nest as
Beth climbed from between Linda's slender legs to crawl hurriedly to the
head of the big bed, turning about until she faced the foot. She leaned
over Linda's face, brushing her lips across her cousin's mouth and
exclaiming, "You do whatever I do!"
Linda bobbed her head in eager agreement, wetting her lips as Beth
inched her body downward until the pointed tips of her young breasts
offered themselves to her open mouth. Her lips closed about one
succulent nipple at the same instant Beth began sucking on her left tit.
It was a new and exciting experience for Linda, for her pleasure was
doubled by the thrill of that resilient finger she held between gentle
teeth, flogging its pulsating tip with quick lashes of her hot tongue.
Beth was sucking greedily on her own target, and the two girls began a
delightful series of matching caresses, each taking her cue from the
other's lips and tongue.
Beth transferred her attention to the other breast and Linda released
the swollen nipple to roll her head into position to claim its equally
tasty mate, licking the pliant bud before drawing it into her mouth and
nursing it with hungry suction.
The blonde girl's body shifted again, her mouth trailing wetly downward
to where her tongue could twist its stiffened tip into the dainty
indentation of Linda's navel, her own belly contracting as she felt her
cousin's tongue provide a matching caress that sent a quiver of
anticipation through her aroused pussy.
Technically, Beth Porter was still a virgin, as was Linda. However,
while Linda had experienced only that one wonderful evening with Ted,
Beth had been enjoying the
pleasures of oral sex since she was twelve years old, persuading a
select few of her girl friends to do the same thing Linda was doing.
She had never tried it with a boy, although the thought of taking a hard
cock inside her mouth had crossed her mind more times than she would
admit. If only they would be
satisfied with that, she would have gone down on any one of a dozen
males she had known. But, it was obvious that their immediate goal was
forcing their big prick into
her tight little snatch, and she was too afraid of the pain when her
pussy was stretched by that thick hardness.
Having a larger than normal clitoris was a decided asset, Beth had
learned, especially when she could talk her partner into letting her
slide it into the hot grip of a virgin asshole. She had already
determined that Linda would permit her that liberty, but she wanted to
wait until they had explored the other possibilities before fucking the
lovely creature whose chestnut- haired pussy now waited for her eager
tongue.
She raised her head, examining the delicate trench with hungry eyes,
observing the distended clitoris, much smaller than her own, at the peak
of the moist slit.
"Let's suck each other's clit!" she exclaimed, lowering her hips above
Linda's upturned face so the girl could reach her furry crotch.
Instead of using words, Linda answered by fastening her wet lips about
the meaty spear and working her tongue over its sensitive tip. Beth
provided an extra friction by sliding the engorged stem in and shut of
the girl's mouth, feeling the light touch of the teeth as Linda began
sucking, awkwardly, but avidly.
Slowly, Beth lowered her tits to the soft belly and extended her tongue
until it barely touched the moist membranes of the girl's cunt, avoiding
the inviting love bud until she had thoroughly explored the yielding
orifice that quivered at her tentative caress. She forced her tongue
into the pulsing slit, tasting its tangy nectar and probing the
shuddering corridor by twisting her oral muscle around inside its
slippery grip.
She pushed her open mouth against the soft lips of the pussy, exhaling
her warm breath into the delicate channel. Linda's hips jerked, and her
thighs leapt upward to clamp about Beth's head. Her own mouth, greedily
feasting on the oversized clit, released its hold so she could duplicate
the delicious contact on the blonde cunt that mashed its pliant mound
against her teeth.
Linda felt a flood of warm juice spill from the interior of the pussy,
filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. Its tartness sent waves
of pleasure through her gulping throat, and she worked her ass in eager
response to Beth's flashing tongue.
Her fingers clutched at the pumping hips above her head, tugging at the
flexing buttocks as her tongue slithered in and out of the dripping
cunt. The juice, escaping her busy lips, trickled down her cheeks and
chin and she found herself welcoming the sensations it evolved.
She felt her orgasm building, spurred by Beth's slashing tongue, and she
yielded to the smashing waves of ecstasy that washed through her
convulsing pussy, its spasming lips tightening about the thrusting oral
muscle that massaged the tingling nerve- ends in the pulsing labia.
Even as Beth loosed another flood of cuntal honey Into her greedy mouth,
Linda found herself comparing her present pleasure to that created by
Ted's powerful tongue and huge throbbing cock. The thought of that
rearing hardness made her seek Beth's clitoris with her avid lips,
sucking its delicious spear until the girl's orgasm made it retreat into
its fleshy hood.
Beth, half-crazed by the ecstasy of her come, worried her mouth against
Linda's slippery crotch, rubbing her chin, nose and forehead in that
juicy trench, and coating her face with its tart exudation. She licked
her way over the taut plane of the girls perineum and flicked the tip of
her hot tongue against the tiny anal circlet, a caress that brought
Linda's lithe hips writhing upward in eager welcome.
Her own body shook with excitement as she felt Linda's tongue perform
the same delightful worship, culminating with its stiffened point
forcing its way into the elastic
ring of sensitive muscles to slide, wriggling and twisting, up her
responsive asshole.
The two bodies curved, straining for a position where each could probe
deeper into the forbidden channel. The two tongues curled and fluttered,
massaging the nerve-laced rings of palpitating flesh. Two chins dripped
with vaginal juice as the prolonged thrusting evoked another orgasmic
outpouring from the empathizing cunts.
Panting with excitement, Beth dismounted, only to twist her body about
and cover Linda's cream-smeared mouth with her own in a wild kiss that
ended with Linda licking
her face to claim the juices gathered during their frantic coupling.
Easily, expertly, Beth fitted her hips between the girl's willing legs,
grinding her slippery cunt against its equally oily counterpart, feeling
her clitoris regain its stiffened stance and slide into the hot grip of
Linda's pulsating pussy. Their tits, coated with sweat, slipped and
rolled, nipple caressing nipple as their bodies moved in adjustment.
"Pull your legs up high, Linda," Beth whispered, arching her neck to
permit the girl's tongue to bathe the area below her dainty chin. Let me
stick it in your ass!"
The slender legs climbed higher, scissoring the narrow waist and lifting
her parted buttocks for the invasion of that prick- like clitoral spear,
her body tensing as she felt the hardness slide up into her tender anus.
Employing short savage strokes, Beth began fucking the whimpering
blonde, stroking her clit in and out of the clenching asshole while her
belly slammed against the splayed lips of the adjacent cunt.
"Relax when I slide it in," she instructed the moaning girl. "Then,
tighten up as I pull it out."
Eagerly, Linda worked her hot sphincter around the stroking clit,
gasping with heightened pleasure as the hardness massaged her flexing
circle. She stared up into her cousins flushed face with lust-glazed
eyes.
"I wish," she panted, "you had a real dick! It feels good!"
Beth's pelvis pounded harder and faster, her clitoris stabbing the juicy
asshole with vicious thrusts. She grabbed the girls blonde hair, holding
her face in position as she moistened her lips for a kiss that would
carry her into and through the approaching come.
Don't talk!" she cried. "Just let me do it!"
Linda did not object. She welcomed the tongue that fluttered inside her
mouth and the hot stiffness that probed at her flexing bottom. Closing
her eyes, she pretended that the clit was Ted's prick. That was all she
needed to loose her own orgasmic gusher, spilling the
hot juice down onto Beth's love shaft as that throbbing organ retreated
in its own gut-wrenching climax.
Chapter 9
Ted Morgan studied the single sheet of paper atop the desk, his pen
poised above the three names he had written. His handsome mouth tilted
in amusement as he closed his eyes and let the point touch the paper.
His eyes opened to find a tiny dot between the names of his Stepmother
and his sister. The grin broadened.
Why not, he mused. It would be fun humping the two together. So far, he
had confined his screwing to Joyce and Susan, but he had no intention of
passing up the obvious pleasure of those two pussies he had not as yet
sampled
He glanced down at the third name on the sheet. It seemed appropriate
that he should save the blonde haired Beth until last. By the time he
was ready to initiate the youngest member of the Porter family, the
others would offer little opposition to his plans for her.
Yes, Dorothy and Linda would he quite able to supply all the activity he
would require for one night. He recalled the way his Stepmother had
reacted after she got her first
taste of his cock, and he felt that meaty shaft begin swelling inside
his slacks. It would be interesting to have them both work on it.
Linda lacked experience. But she made up for that lack with her youthful
enthusiasm. Moreover, Ted was convinced that the girl would do anything
he might suggest, a trait Dorothy had not exhibited. That possible
hesitation would provide an extra thrill. All he had to do, he
concluded, was find out what the redhead didn't like, and force her to
do it.
Climbing to his feet, he left the room to find his Stepmother arranging
a centerpiece of freshly cut flowers in the dining room. Without
speaking he walked up behind her and jammed his pelvis against her lush
ass, grinding the bulge of his swelling prick into the warm crease of
her buttocks.
Dorothy braced her hands on the table and flexed her ass cheeks
cooperatively, sucking in a sharp breath when his hands reached around
to cup her firm breasts and squeeze their resilient mounds.
"I wondered when you'd get around to finishing what you started," she
murmured in a throaty purr. She moved her bottom against the stiffness
that throbbed insistently. "I can do more with that thing than Joyce."
Ted chuckled. "You'll have to really put out to beat her," he murmured,
moving his hips to slide his erection through the deep cleft. Her dress
yielded to the pressure, permitting the outlined cock to slip
delightfully between the firm cheeks.
"Bring Linda to my room tonight," he said quietly. "We'll see if you're
as good in the sack as you are on your knees."
Dorothy stiffened slightly. "You're going to let her watch?"
He pinched her nipple, making her grunt with the slight pain. "She'll be
doing a hell of a lot more than watching," he assured her. "It's time my
baby sister learned how to use that pussy."
Dorothy's voice showed more excitement than surprise as she said, "Do
you think she's ready for that big thing?"
"If I tell her she's ready," Ted replied softly, squeezing the nipples
of both tits with each word, "she's ready."
Her breasts tingling, Dorothy watched her stepson walk from the room,
her brain whirling with conflicting emotions. She detested the boy's
arrogance, yet she had to admit that it was the same demanding harshness
that made her willing to cooperate in any plan he might devise.
That first night, she had surrendered to his lust in order to maintain
her personal security. But her willingness stemmed from her own hunger.
Not even Ralph's eager assault had diminished the quivering need between
her voluptuous thighs, and her throat ached for yet another baptism of
bubbling hot sperm.
Still another desire swept through her body when she informed Linda of
Ted's demand, for the lovely girl clapped her hands with happiness and
threw herself against Dorothy's firm breasts with a little squeal of
delight.
"I'm glad you're going to be there, Dorothy," she told her Stepmother. I
love Ted so much that I'd do anything in the world for him. But I am
scared." She moistened her lips nervously. "He's so big!"
Dorothy found her hands fondling the girl's ass cheeks and her hips
moving to rub her enflamed cuntal mound against the wiggling pelvis.
"Don't worry sweetheart. It'll
stretch."
At dinner, Ted added another item to the evening's agenda when he calmly
informed Ralph that Clyde would be joining him and Joyce for the night,
while Susan would share Beth's bedroom.
The two girls merely smiled their acceptance of the order and both Joyce
and Clyde found it difficult to disguise their willingness to cooperate.
But Ralph glared at Ted with angry eyes.
"You won't he satisfied until you've turned us all into monsters!" he
exclaimed. "Haven't you done enough?"
Ted arched one brow at the man, his voice betraying amusement at the
sudden outburst. "You don't have to take part Uncle Ralph," he reminded
him. "I'm sure Clyde will be able to handle things by himself. But I do
insist that you watch."
>From her place at the table, Linda asked, "Is Clyde going to do it to
Aunt Joyce?"
Dorothy stifled a laugh behind her napkin at the girl's innocent
question and Beth favored her cousin with an understanding smile.
Clyde surprised everyone. "I don't see why we have to make such a big
deal out of all this," he stated firmly. "Mom likes it as much as I do."
Ralph's face flamed as he half-shouted, "It's just not right! Damn it!
Joyce is my wife!"
"But you got a real blast out of seeing me hump her," Ted reminded the
angry man. His face hardened and a note of coldness entered his voice.
"We'll do it my way no matter what any of you think. Is that clear?"
Slowly, his eyes went from face to face, holding until he received some
gesture of agreement. Finally, his slight frown faded and he flashed a
grin at their strained expressions.
"That's better," he observed his voice softer. "I'm planning a little
surprise for all of you in a few days." He chuckled at Ralph's startled
look. "No, it isn't what you're thinking. This is something you will all
find very pleasant."
Joyce and Susan made an attempt to draw him out, but he refused their
thinly veiled hints, merely shaking his head and grinning until Dorothy
caught his eye and indicated
the upstairs with a little movement of her head.
Deliberately Ted waited until the others had filed from the room. They,
glancing down at the tented leg of his slacks, he stood up and walked
toward the stairs.
Linda had already undressed when he opened the bedroom door, and Dorothy
was just stepping out of her sheer panties. He paused to watch the
undulations of her plump pussy as she raised each leg, his cock
stiffening almost painfully behind the restraining trousers.
Without speaking, he began removing his clothes, feeling the hot eyes
of his Stepmother and his sister caressing his muscular body. Then, as
he slid his shorts down and his huge prick reared upward against his
belly before settling into a throbbing angle, Linda gave a little squeal
of anticipation. Dorothy, seated on the edge of the bed, flicked her
tongue across her parted lips.
Brushing past the redheads inviting curves, Ted sprawled on the bed,
pushing a giggling Linda to one side as he settled his back against the
comfortable mattress and spread his hairy legs to expose the swollen
globes of his big balls.
His arms drew them both down against his broad chest, their warm tits
yielding slightly, and the taut nipples stiffening still more as they
moved in gentle massage. Linda's lips teased his right cheek, while
Dorothy's moist mouth neared his own, and the tip of her tongue flicked
out to trace the curve of his parted lips.
Ted's arms urged the two closer, bringing both mouths into contact with
his and with each other in a three-way kiss that became a furious
thrusting and twisting of tongues. To his delight, he discovered that
Dorothy and Linda were exploring each other's mouth as often as they
invaded his. Their saliva, sweet and warm, trickled down into his mouth,
and the two slithering tongues chased after it, probing between his
teeth and making his
hips jerk with excited desire.
Freeing himself long enough to speak, Ted whispered instructions to the
two aroused females, his prick pulsating as he described exactly what he
wanted each of them to do.
To Linda, he said, "I'll fuck Dorothy first, baby. If I do it to you
first, I'll come too quickly. This way, you'll be all hot and juicy when
I slide it in, and we can make it last a
long time."
"That's all right," Linda smiled happily. "I'll get to watch Dorothy do
it to you." Her eyes narrowed and she sucked in a little breath through
clenched teeth. "Anyway, I love to feel your tongue in me."
Ted patted the girl's flushed cheek. "You'll love my prick a lot more."
He looked at Dorothy. "Mount up, Mother. Let's fuck!"
Dorothy climbed to her knees and swung one shapely leg across the
youth's thighs, leaning forward until her breasts quivered with the
strain of their own weight. A strand of red hair fell teasingly over her
face, but she ignored it as her slender fingers curled eagerly about the
column of hard cock-flesh that jutted upward beneath her crotch, its
reddened slit seeming to peer at the moist crevice that lowered itself
toward the purple helmet.
Linda knelt facing her Stepmother, shifting her weight as Ted steered
her into position astride his face, her young pussy lips parting to
reveal the wet tunnel that awaited his probing tongue. Gently, her whole
body trembling with desire, she yielded to her brother's tugging hands,
whimpering with pleasure as his mouth claimed her delicious cunt and his
tongue bored up into her clenching vagina.
"Oh, Christ!" Dorothy moaned. She had fitted the swollen head of Ted's
cock into her labial entrance, and the tender lips were stretched into a
circle of unprecedented size by its huge girth. She cried out when the
glands snapped through the tight cuntal grip and she felt the massive
shaft inside her vagina, hot and pulsating as it moved inward with her
slowly descending hips.
"Ummmm! That looks good!" Linda panted, staring at the juncture of their
joined organs. Her hips were moving, still guided by Ted's hands, but
developing a rhythm of their own as his tongue caressed her sensitive
slit into a shuddering undulation of ever increasing pleasure. "Does it
feel good, Dorothy?"
The redhead was almost halfway down the nine-inch shaft, her ass jerking
with the ecstasy produced by the constant friction of the thick hardness
that was filling her cunt to an almost frightening degree. She blinked
at the girl, then dropped her eyes to watch Ted's chin move in the
chestnut curls of Linda's pussy.
"It's heavenly!" she groaned. Her arms reached out to pull Linda toward
her, their mouths meeting in a wet, tongue-lashing kiss as Dorothy
screwed her slippery cunt farther down on the cylinder of throbbing
prick, giving a nasal grunt when its blunt knob pressed her womb mouth
before she had accepted the full length.
"Suck my tits, Linda!" she gasped, wrenching her lips from the girl's
wild kiss and pulling the excited face down toward her distended
nipples. ~Ahhhh! Yes! That's
it! Bite it! Don't be afraid of hurting me!"
Beneath the two bodies, Ted gave a silent chuckle of satisfaction,
sliding his tongue deep into his sister's delicious cunt and drawing the
tart vaginal juice from its mysterious well. His hips, held motionless
during Dorothy's initial descent, now began moving in harmony
with her slow posting.
He had been surprised at the tightness of his Stepmother's pussy, and
delighted at the heat of that shuddering embrace of wet, wriggling
tissue. Even more pleasant was that spasming cervix that came pressing
down against the head of his prick with each hunch of her agile hips.
Her womb had yielded a little. But Dorothy's sliding cunt seemed unable
to accept the last two inches of the wrist-thick shaft. When Ted shoved
his hips
upward to meet her downward thrust, she quickly reversed her direction,
avoiding the full force of the plunging knob.
It was unimportant at the moment. He would let Dorothy set her own pace
during this first session. Later, when he had finished with Linda, he
would force the gorgeous redhead to take it all, regardless of her
wishes.
Linda was coming he realized. Her cunt was shaking and smashing against
his sucking mouth, and he could feel the hot lips tighten about his
flashing tongue as it bored in and out of her pulsating slit. He
concentrated on the clitoral nub for a few moments, and her ass bucked
in avid response to the rapid licking of that sensitive organ. A fresh
gush of nectar bathed his tongue and he went back to vacuuming her
pussy, swallowing the juice with noisy gulps, and shoving his puck up
into that slippery cunt that slipped and nibbled about its engorged
length.
Dorothy had pushed Linda's mouth away from her tit, and was now arched
forward, sucking greedily on the girl's left breast, while her ass
hammered away at Ted's middle. Her cuntal juices drawn from her by the
delightful massage of her pussy walls, trickled down into the thick hair
at the base of that rearing shaft, and the undulating pussy spasmed
repeatedly as its muscles contracted in orgasmic delight.
Ted counted seven climaxes before he urged Linda's well- licked cunt
from his face and forded the girl to free his head from between her warm
thighs. Then he reached to grip Dorothy's slender waist with both hands,
halting her rabbit-like hunches on his strutted prick.
She gasped in surprise, still flexing her vagina about his cock as she
poised above his hips, six inches of hardness still packing her excited
pussy with its delightful hot throbbing.
"Don't you want to come?" she panted. Perspiration bathed her heaving
breasts, the nipples full and stiff, jutting from their coral circles
like pointing fingers.
"Hell, yes!" was Ted's grunted response. "Right in your mouth! Come on,
Mother! Give Linda a lesson in cock-swallowing."
Dorothy was too excited to react with anything other than obedience. She
had already come until her pussy was soggy with the overflow of slippery
juice from the massaged walls, and it would be a pleasure to switch to
the method she found almost as delightful as screwing.
Flexing her thighs she pulled her cunt upward on the huge shaft,
grunting when the knob popped out of the tight lips with a noisy
slurping sound. Quickly, she slid down in the bed, bending over the
juice-coated prick to fasten her mouth around the purple glands. Her
tongue curled and fluttered, massaging the plum-like head until Ted's
hips pushed upward, and she was forced to take the cock deeper into her
already sucking mouth.
"Take it all, bitch!" Ted groaned, using one hand to push her bowed head
down onto his prick. The other pulled Linda down onto his chest, his
lips opening for her eager kiss as he fucked his prong in and out of
Dorothy's skilled jaw.
Dorothy found the taste of her own cunt Juice delicious, and she
swallowed the mixture of saliva and tart cream before yielding to the
pressure of Ted's hand. Then, with a little whimper of lust, she let the
strutted head slip pass her tongue to plunge down her gulping throat,
using lips, tongue and jaw to massage the nine-inch spear as it moved in
and out with furious strokes.
Linda watched in fascination as the redhead worked her mouth up and down
on the huge column, her own taste buds tingling as she recalled the
deliciousness of her brother's cock-juice, and the throbbing goodness
that had stretched her lips until her law ached faith the strain. But it
was her cunt that throbbed with anticipation. Within minutes, she
realized, Ted would force that big puck into her and make her a woman.
As for Dorothy, her only concern was that thick, pulsating shaft of male
meat that filled her mouth and jabbed between her tonsils with each
eager bob of her red head. Her tongue swirled and flicked, pressed and
curled, caressing the throbbing goodness as it drove between her teeth
and into her hungry throat. She wanted only to make him come, and to
drink that sperm-laced semen from the spurting tip of his prick.
"Don't swallow it!" she heard him gasp, and she slowed her furious
assault in surprise until his hand urged her to continue that fierce
bobbing motion. "Make me come!" he
went on, "but don't swallow it!"
She tightened her lips and squeezed his heavy balls in protest, shaking
her head and making the prick's knob slide over the inner wall of each
bulging cheek. Her whole body jerked in pain as he tugged angrily at her
red hair for emphasis.
"Goddamn you!" he panted. "Save it! You're gonna blow it into Linda's
snatch for me!"
There was no time for further explanation. The cock was shuddering in
her mouth, and her tongue curled to catch the first powerful spurt of
his slippery come.
Her throat ached with hunger for the warm cream that spilled against her
palate and she could not resist the urge to let that first delicious
glob ease beyond her tongue as it flayed the slitted tip of his jetting
cock. She swallowed eagerly as the second surge of semen washed over her
lightly gripping teeth. Then, when Ted's fingers tightened their hold on
her hair, Dorothy sucked obediently, holding the ropey sperm in her
mouth until the prick ceased its ejaculatory pulsations.
"Don't spill it!" Ted panted, loosing the savage grip on her red hair
and watching her straining lips slide upward. "Blow it into Linda's
pussy!"
Linda, her eyes wide in excitement, scooted down beside him, spreading
her slender legs for Dorothy's descending face. She gave a little cry as
the closed mouth fastened itself to her cunt, then opened to yield the
slippery load of come. She whimpered with joy when Dorothy's tongue slid
into the tender slit, following its deposit of lubricating sperm.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned happily, her ass twisting to press her pussy more
tightly against the oral caress. "It feels all wet and juicy!"
Her brother pushed himself upward, turning to bend over her contorted
face and brush his mouth across hers. "That's just the way I want it,
baby," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt my little sister with my big
dick!"
She stared into his half-closed eyes, her hips working feverishly as
Dorothy's tongue slithered in and out of her cunt, her hot breath
forcing the semen farther up into the
throbbing passageway.
His mouth covered hers, roughly and possessively, drawing her tongue out
and into his oral grip, sucking it with fierce tugs. His body moved, his
hips pushing Dorothy's busy head aside as he fitted them between the
girl's thighs. Without help, the head of his prick found its target,
nuzzling the virginal crevice where Dorothy's lips had deposited the
accumulated semen.
Linda felt the huge knob's determined pressure, and she held her breath
as the labial circle yielded, stretching and expanding around the meaty
glands that slid into her cunt more easily than either of them had
anticipated. She released her breath in a little gasp of delight.
"It feels good, Ted!... Oh, wow!... It's so big!"
Ted watched her lovely face contort in a mixture of strain and pleasure.
He forced his cock deeper inside the throbbing channel, grunting with
the ecstasy of the wriggling muscles that gripped his shaft like a
hundred greedy mouths. It was snore than just another cunt. This was his
kid sister, the girl he had wanted to screw ever since the first time he
had made the exciting discovery that his prick was designed to fit that
delicate
passageway at the base of her soft belly.
"Can you take it all, baby?" he whispered. He was having to really add
the pressure to drive his cock into that tight hole. Linda had fingered
her way through the hymen ages ago. But it was still tight in that hot
snatch. Tight and slippery.
Her arms drew him down onto her pointed tits and her ass worked eagerly,
screwing the jaws of her cunt upward about his lengthy joint. "Make me
take it, Ted!" she hissed. "Rape me with it!"
He added another inch to the four already stretching her shuddering
vagina and his chest moved against the strutted fingers of her breasts.
He curled his hands about her shoulders, buttocks tensing as still
another inch drove into the slippery orifice.
Linda's tongue flickered wildly about the curve of her open mouth. Her
eyes, glazed with a mixture of lust and ecstasy stared up at her
brother's perspiring face.
"Is my pussy good, Ted?" she panted, eagerness obvious in the breathless
question. "Does it feel good?"
"Goddamn, yes!" he groaned, lifting his ass to drag the swollen shaft
back through the undulating grip of her juicy cunt. The massaging of her
labial lips made the girl's hips jerk and wiggle in helpless response,
the motion adding to the pleasure of his partial withdrawal. Her nails
dug into his broad back, demanding and urgent.
"UUUNNNHHH!" The cry blasted the momentary silence as Ted's pelvis
hurtled forward and downward, plunging his prick back into the slippery
embrace and beyond his previous reach. To Linda, it felt as though the
cock was driving up into her throat, stretching and filling her pussy
until she was certain her belly would explode from the
throbbing pressure of that huge, wonderful prick.
Her eyes widened in strain and surprise and her mouth gaped soundlessly
after that single bleat of shock. No sooner had he forced the full nine
inches into her cunt than he was pulling the shaft out again, driving it
back with a violence that slapped his heavy balls against her quivering
anus with a noisy squish.
"Oh, shit, baby!" Ted grunted, his ass hammering fiercely between her
quivering thighs. "I can't hold it!" His prick raced in and out of the
clutching jaws with increasing speed.
He had intended to drag the fuck out, making it last long enough to give
Linda several orgasms before spilling his load into her greedy snatch.
But he hadn't reckoned on the
unbelievable goodness of the juicy cunt that nibbled and undulated
around his cock with torrid muscles. Nor had he anticipated the
incredible gyrations of his sister's pelvis, a movement that screwed the
slippery channel about his prick with a friction too delightful to
resist. He hunched the swollen rod in and out with furious thrusts,
feeling the bloated head ram harshly against the nibbling mouth of
Linda's womb, pushing that organ upward as the cock filled her vagina
with it's throbbing length.
Linda grunted each time the prick speared her belly, her ass pushing up
to insure the maximum depth of that agonizingly delicious penetration.
She felt the juice-smeared balls slide against her anus, and her
buttocks clenched as if seeking to trap those sperm-laden
nuts. As the prick slid outward, she tightened her vagina around its
enormous girth, flexing the muscles in an instinctive rippling that made
her brother groan with ecstasy and fuck her even harder.
His strokes shortened and became more savage, the prick slamming deep
inside her pussy and boring into the greedy mouth of her cervix. The
hairy pelvic ridge hammered her distended clitoris, and his scrotum
dragged and rolled in the cleft of her writhing ass. Above her
whimpering cries, Linda heard the slap of their bellies and the wet
sucking sound of his pistoning prick.
She knew that Ted was about to come. Within seconds, his cock would
spill its thick, warm semen inside her cunt. Linda accepted the
knowledge without question, welcoming the nearness of that moment with a
gladness of childlike simplicity. But the savage hunger in her belly was
far from infantile. Her ass worked with a rhythm and purpose far older
than her sixteen years, and her pussy became a wildly sucking mouth on
her brother's deeply probing joint.
She fucked him back, eyes bulging with wonder at the increasingly
powerful sensations that washed through her spasming cunt. Her mouth
gaped, lips drawn back in a strained grimace of ecstasy, and her tongue
pitted in the red oval as if directing the twisting hunching of her
quivering hips.
His mouth, wet and warm claimed hers, and she sucked the writhing tongue
that drove between her teeth, bathing it in her own saliva, but finding
its taste utterly masculine. She heard him groan, nasally and hoarsely,
a helpless sound that signaled the release of his roiling sperm. Linda's
body shuddered with expectancy, and she wiggled her ass in a vicious
circle as she felt his prick, stretching her cunt with its suddenly
increased girth, jerk savagely against the straining vaginal walls.
Hot and wet, his come bolted against her womb, bathing the hungry cervix
and slithering through the greedy opening. Spurt after spurt washed over
the expanded tissues, forced back along the passageway until it trickled
sluggishly around the thick cock and down her
taut perineal plane. Each wave of semen sent a powerful tremor through
her well-packed pussy, a tremor of overwhelming pleasure that set her
heels to drumming against Ted's tensed buttocks and her ass grinding
furiously to milk the maximum from his hilted peck.
Every nerve in her body seemed afire with the heat of that liquid
explosion inside her convulsing pussy, and Linda realized that all her
previous orgasms had been little more than pleasant interludes.
Clutching Ted's shuddering body, she bucked her cunt up to siphon the
last drop of milky sperm, whimpering with the intensity of her climax.
Crouched beside the sweating pair, Dorothy Morgan watched the muscles of
Ted's ass cheeks contract with the expulsion of the final spurt of his
come. Her breasts, slightly pendent as she knelt on the big bed, pointed
engorged nipples at the wrinkled sheet, and she felt her cunt lips
palpitate with empathy as she heard Linda's throaty gurgle of
acceptance.
Dorothy was a little surprised at her reaction to the girl's
defloration. Initially, she had accepted Ted's plan as a thing to be
tolerated. Then, as she witnessed the huge prick boring into Linda's
virginal slit, her attitude had altered to one of eagerness. Suddenly,
she had wanted the handsome boy to ravish his compliant sister, to fuck
her until she squealed for mercy.
Ted had come close to doing just that. But Linda's cries had been pleas
for more of that deliciously hard cock, and Ted had supplied it with
admirable expertise. Dorothy had counted seven orgasms while the youth
fucked the responsive girl, and she had brought herself off twice with
two plunging fingers as she watched.
Now, if she could talk Ted into it, she could enjoy that deliciously
large prick again. And she didn't care where.
Ted pulled his cock from Linda's still-pulsating snatch, pushing himself
upward until he hovered over the girl on hands and knees. He grinned
down into his sister's face.
"Baby," he whispered breathlessly, "I should have popped that little
pussy a long time ago. You really know how to use that thing."
Linda's answer was muffled by the descent of his chest onto her open
mouth as he began working his body upward above hers, adjusting his
knees until he was straddling her narrow waist, his cock sliding between
her pointed breasts and his flat belly teasing her
caressing lips.
Eagerly, Linda licked the sweat-soaked skin, her arms embracing, her
brother's hips and urging him higher. She whimpered with desire when the
plum-like knob of his prick touched her chin, and her mouth opened wide
to claim the cream-smeared organ.
Feeding his cock into the greedy circle of wet lips, Ted tuned his head
to give Dorothy a low-lidded grin. "How about using that tongue on my
ass?" he drawled. "Do a good job and I'll have Linda work on your cunt."
Dorothy ran her tongue around the oval of her sensuous lips, answering
his smile with a little arching of her neat brows. She tossed her red
hair back from the lovely face, her eyes flicking down to watch the
thick cock disappear into Linda's straining mouth.
"You won't mind if I suck on your balls," she said in a husky voice.
"Will you?"
His eyes hardened. "I want to feel your tongue in my ass," he said
flatly. "Let's not forget who's boss."
Crouched over his sister's face, his prick already plunged deep in the
girl's willing throat, Ted felt his Stepmother's pliant breasts brush
the cheeks of his ass as she moved into position behind him, settling
herself between Linda's legs and pressing her warm fingers on his
rearing buttocks.
Her fingers spread the fleshy pads farther apart, exposing the striated
brown circle of the lad's anus. Without hesitation Dorothy leaned
forward to cover his asshole with her wet mouth, stiffening her tongue
and pressing the pointed tip into the tight opening.
She felt his muscles tense at the attempted invasion, and she wiggled
her oral muscle insistently, moistening the entrance with her warm
saliva. Then, as Ted relaxed the sphincteral barriers Dorothy drove her
tongue up into his rectum feeling the constricted channel clench and
vibrate around her deep intrusion.
"That's it!" Ted gasped, his hips trembling with the pleasure of her
assault and the continued caress of Linda's mouth on his throbbing
prick. "Suck my ass!"
The next few moments were more than Ted Morgan had bargained for. As he
tugged his cock from Linda's throat, his anus was impaled on Dorothy's
tongue, and he felt the incredible sensation of her salvia being forced
in, then sucked out again while her hot tongue wriggled and twisted
inside his asshole.
Lindens tongue was busy too, Lashing the head of his prick each time
that lengthy shaft withdrew to where she could lick the slitted tip, and
she sucked him with hungry tugs that made his whole body jerk with the
mounting ecstasy of the combined attack.
"Goddamn!" he roared when Dorothy began fucking her tongue in and out of
his tail, its passage made easy the slick coating of her salvia. His
pelvis worked furiously, driving his prick in and out of Linda's mouth
without regard for her helpless position beneath him. Each thrust sent
the head of his cock into her throat, and his balls slapped harshly
against her greedily working chin.
On the verge of orgasm, he wrenched his prick from Linda's lips and
worked his hips higher, feeling Dorothy's tongue follow him with
determined thrusts.
"Suck my halls!" he gasped to the started Linda. "I don't want to come
so damn quick!"
It was pleasure such as he had never before experienced. His asshole was
being thoroughly eaten out by his beautiful Stepmother, and his scrotum
was gently, but
firmly enveloped by his sister's warm, wet lips, her tongue massaging
the twin sacs and rolling their sensitive cargo around inside her
sucking mouth.
Cursing in his excitement, Ted jerked himself free and twisted around to
grab Dorothy by her flaming hair, shoving her backward and scrambling
between her quickly spread thighs to plunge his strutted prick into the
torrid grip of her dripping cunt. His hips ground against hers, stirring
the engorged cock inside her belly, and the woman's eyes bulged with the
happy strain of acceptance.
"Work that ass!" he gurgled, hunching to stroke the prick through the
slippery grip of her convulsing vagina. "Make me come!"
Dorothy was too excited to answer in words, but her pelvis responded
with a savage circling that tugged at his stroking cock with juicy
undulations. Her arms clutched his waist, pulling his chest down onto
the resilient melons of her breasts. Voluptuous thighs tensed and
rippled as her ass rocked and launched, driving the dripping jaws of her
cunt up onto the nine-inch spear that thrust repeatedly into her vaginal
depths, its throbbing
head pounding her cervix with staccato rhythm.
Without intention, she loosened the walls of her cunt to permit the huge
pack's full length, and she gasped at the delicious filling as Ted's
balls pressed their rolling bulk
against her flexing anus. Then, as the lad's hips lifted, she squeezed
the retreating shaft with rippling contractions of her vaginal muscles,
a movement which produced a
sucking vacuum that made Ted groan with delight.
Her legs climbed higher around his pounding body, elevating her hips as
he fucked her with a furious harshness, his prick forcing the
accumulated juices from her pussy to trickle down the crack of her ass,
the slippery effluvium smeared by the repeated slaps pmg of his heavy
nuts.
Ted shifted into the short rows just as Dorothy's cunt exploded in an
orgasm that sent convulsive tremors throughout her body, and she cried
out with the incredible pleasure of the deep jabs that massaged her
clitoris and hammered at her spasming womb. Unknowingly and wildly, she
clawed at his arched back as his prick leapt inside her grinding cunt,
its spurting come bathing the dancing nerve-endings in the deepest
recesses of that undulating corridor. Her own juices seemed to gush from
some pulsating spring, forcing their way past his hilted prick to spill
out over his halls where they rolled and shuddered in the crack of her
wildly thrashing ass.
Dorothy felt the cock suck its way out of her pussy, and she groaned her
welcome to the soft lips that claimed the gurgling crevice. Her hands
sought Linda's head, pushing the girl's mouth more firmly against her
cunt. A hot tongue slithered up into the cream-filled slit and Dorothy
sighed at the suction that began drawing Ted's semen out of her belly.
Opening her eyes, she saw her stepson fit his slippery cock between
Linda's thighs. The girl's reactive tremor told her that Ted was forcing
the still-hard shaft back into the newly opened channel of her pussy,
its lips and walls still wet with his initial assault.
As the prick began stroking, Ted's rhythmic hunches pushed Linda's face
against Dorothy's sopping crotch, and the girl's tongue bored deeper
into the sensitive crack of pliant flesh. She swallowed repeatedly as
the mixture of semen and vaginal juice filled her mouth, her eager gulps
interspersed with grunts of pleasure as her brother's cock drove in and
out of her spasming pussy.
Their orgasms were noisy, and the bed shook with the prolonged writhings
of the three naked bodies as the waves of ecstasy peaked and subsided,
leaving them drained, but still hungry for a blending of their
passion-swollen organs. It was daylight before sleep replaced desire.
Chapter 10
"I won't do it!" Ralph Porter exclaimed angrily, springing to his feet
and pacing back and forth before the desk where Ted sat, watching his
reaction with an amused smile. From their chairs, Joyce, Susan and Clyde
maintained a waiting silence as Ralph placed his palms on the desk and
glared at his nephew with hate-filled eyes.
"You've turned us into animals!" he grated. "Now, you expect me to stand
by and watch you rape my youngest daughter! By God, I won't do it!"
Ted leaned forward without losing his faint smile. "Sit down, Uncle
Ralph," he said quietly. "Before you blow the whole deal, there's
something I think you should know."
He opened a drawer of the desk and extracted a folded paper, tapping it
on the desk top as he continued. Ralph straightened and stepped backward
to slump heavily into a chair beside his wife. His eyes were still
angry, but he listened as the youth explained.
"You have a pretty good idea of what this farm is worth," Ted said, his
gaze moving from face to face. "You also know how much you'll have if
you call it quits and go home." He shook his head. "None of you wants to
give all this up. Hell! You've got anything you want."
"Everything but dignity!" Ralph grated, avoiding Ted's eyes.
"OK," the youth retorted. So you're still on that old-fashioned morality
kick. Is it worth a third-interest in this estate?"
Ralph's head snapped up and his mouth opened, his lips working for a
moment before the words tumbled out. "What the hell are you talking
about?"
"I've been doing a little more than screwing Joyce and Susan," Ted
grinned. "I had the attorney draw up this paper for me. It divides the
entire estate into three equal shares. Dorothy gets a share, all of you
get a share, and Linda and I get one.
"My God!" Joyce exclaimed, reaching over to clutch Ralph's arm in her
excitement. "Do you realize how much money that is?"
Ralph's face was flushed as he demanded, "What do we have to do for all
this?"
"Just stop making waves, Uncle Ralph," Ted replied. "I'll be leaving for
college in a couple of months, and I want to have fun between now and
then. His eyes flashed back
and forth between Joyce and Susan, lingering on their prominent breasts
and full lips. "I plan on studying like hell, so I won't have time for
balling for the next few years. But, I have the time now.
Ralph's shoulders slumped in resignation. "In other words," he said
slowly, "you plan to tear up that paper if I don't let you rape Beth."
"I don't want permission," Ted answered in a soft voice. "I want
cooperation from all of you."
"Agree, Ralph," Joyce urged. "Beth's not a child anymore!"
"I'd love to see her take it!" exclaimed Susan.
Clyde shifted his legs, exposing a huge bulge at his crotch. "I'd love
to give it to her!" he murmured, closing his fingers about the swelling.
"Jesus!"
Susan turned an accusing face at her Father. "I've seen you watching
Beth and me," she announced dramatically. "I'll bet you'd do it to
either one of us if you had the chance."
Ralph opened his mouth to deny the accusation, then closed it without
speaking. He turned to Ted.
"All right," he sighed. "I don't see how we can get any worse. We'll do
whatever you say, Ted."
"Good," the boy answered, his smile broadening. "Now, listen closely."
Fifteen minutes later, Ted and Clyde were busy in the latter's bedroom,
shoving the furniture back against the walls, then dragging the
mattresses from the bed and placing them on the floor. From another
bedroom, they carried a second set of mattresses, fitting them alongside
the others to shape a makeshift bed that covered almost the entire
floor.
"Christ!" Clyde hissed surveying the result of their labor. "Just
thinking about all of us on there is enough to make me cone!"
"Save it, old buddy," Ted laughed. "We've got five horny females and
there are just three of us."
"Yeah," Clyde grinned, jabbing a finger at Ted's crotch. "But I'll bet
you end up sticking that damned pole in every one of them."
"You'll get your share of pussy," Ted assured his cousin. "Tonight we
don't stop for anything."
He stretched his arms above his head wish an exaggerated yawn, the
motion tightening his slacks across the pronounced outline of his huge
cock. Clyde's eyes flickered down at the lengthy bulge and his lashes
lowered, a faint blush spreading over his handsome face.
Ted saw the lad's glance and his own lips curled in a slight smile of
understanding. Deliberately, he dropped his arms and framed his crotch
with curled fingers, pushing the bulk of his prick and balls into
greater prominence.
"Don't be ashamed, Clyde," he said gently. "Just remember what I said
about tonight. Anything goes."
Clyde's tongue slid across his full lips, questioning and uncertain.
"Jesus!" he whispered. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"
Dorothy and Linda were instructed as to their roles, and both agreed
with anticipatory smiles. Only Beth remained ignorant of Ted's plans
until Joyce, leaning across the dinner table, read her lines with
amazing sincerity.
"Beth, darling," she said with an apologetic smile, "I know you don't
approve of some of the things that have been going on. However, tonight
is a very special night. We're all going to watch something I'm sure
you'll enjoy.
Beth's brows tilted questioningly. "Such as?" she asked.
"It's something like what we did, Beth," Linda added from down the
table. "Susan and Dorothy are going to put on a show for us."
Beth's eyes lifted with interest, then narrowed in suspicion. "Will
everyone be there?"
"Of course, darling," Joyce assured her. "After all, we are just one big
family."
To Susan, Beth said, "Why didn't you tell me you were making it with
her?"
Susan tossed her head, giving her sister a little curl of her red lips.
"Did you think you had a monopoly on that trick?" Wait till you see a
couple of experts in action."
Ralph cleared his throat and stared at his daughters in silence. Clyde
stared boldly at Dorothy's full breasts as he commented, "I'll be glad
to fill in for Susan in case
she chickens out."
Dorothy gave the boy a sultry smile. "See me after the show," she
purred. "I might be interested."
"You're all mad!" Beth exclaimed. "My God! Before we came here, we
weren't allowed to watch some of the movies on television. Now, we're
going to see the real things."
"We have to adjust to reality," Ralph stated hollowly. "Perhaps we were
much too strict."
"Hooray for liberation!" Susan grinned. She stared pointedly at her
Father. "Of course, we still have a long way to go."
Ralph's face colored, but the others could read the desire that gleamed
in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to Susan's outlined breasts and
mumbled, "We'll get there."
With Ted leading the way, they trooped up the stairs to the
mattress-lined room and Beth paused at the door to give her cousin a
suspicious glare.
"I suppose you expect us to take all our clothes off when we get
inside," she grated.
"Would you like to be the only one still dressed?" Ted demanded. His
eyes wandered down over the thrusting tits and narrow waist. "Frankly,
I'm curious as to how you look without those clothes."
Her eyes blazed with anger. "Just don't get any ideas about what you
see! I know what's been going on with Mother and Susan. But doesn't mean
you can do that to me."
>From inside the room, Joyce called, "Come on, darling! We're holding up
the show!"
Beth's face registered astonishment and excitement as she turned to
survey the others, her gaze hitting from body to body in quick
appraisal. Helplessly, she found her stare lingering on the semi-erect
organs of her Father and brother, and discovered that both of them were
watching her with curious smiles.
Stepping past her, Ted began undressing, tossing his clothes onto the
others and giving Beth a quick grin when he slid his trousers down to
reveal the enormous prick that dangled from the base of his well-muscled
belly. Deliberately, he cupped the heavy balls and lifted his cock in a
mocking salute.
"Like your Mother said," he drawled softly, "you're holding up the show.
Now, he a good girl and get out of those fucking clothes. Let's see if
you're really a blonde."
Startled and angry, Beth whirled toward the door, finding it blocked by
the naked form of her brother, his prick already erect and pointing its
slitted head at her in obvious lust.
"Clyde Porter!" she gasped, unable to tear her eyes from his distended
cock. "You let me out of here!"
He wagged his head, answering her stare by watching the quick rise and
fall of her outlined tits. "Better do as the man says, Sis," he advised.
Beth turned to her Mother, anger giving way to fear in her changing
features. "I didn't agree to all this!" she protested. "You didn't tell
me that we'd all be naked."
Joyce took a single step toward the girl, her nipples taut and quivering
and her blonde bush damp with excitement. "Why don't you take your
clothes off, darling? There's nothing to be ashamed off."
Beth's face tightened, eyes seeking her Father and falling to examine
the sizable organ thrusting outward from his crotch. In spite of her
apprehension, she felt a surge of desire at the sight of his cock, an
emotion she forced aside with determination.
"Daddy!" she pleaded. "Tell them to let me go."
Ralph Porter's prick stiffened as he watched his daughter's reactions,
and he tried to make his smile reassuring. "Just try to cooperate,
Beth," he said gently. "It will be better for all of us."
"Damn!" was the girl's angry retort. "I'll undress. But nobody is going
to touch me! I think you're all just awful!"
She was very conscious of her Father's hot stare as she began
unfastening her blouse, baring the strutted nipples of her nubile
breasts and feeling them tingle as she dropped the blouse onto the pile
of discarded clothing. She saw Clyde's prick jerk upwards against his
flat belly, a glob of translucent liquid oozing from its tiny eye, and
she forced her eyes away as a burst of heat invaded her own moist
vagina, sending shudders down into her taut thighs.
Wiggling her slender hips, she slid her skirt downward, ignoring her
brother's soft whistle of appreciation at the sight of her lightly
furred cunt. Completely naked, she turned to find Ted watching her with
an amused grin.
"Satisfied," she demanded archly. "Now we're all animals!"
Her cousin's eyes mocked her as he ran his gaze up and down her body,
lingering on the pouting lips of her prominent pussy. His cock, thick,
even in its flaccidity, stirred with interest.
"I can understand why Linda enjoys licking that slit," he murmured
softly. "But, it does have other uses."
Before Beth could answer, Joyce's exclamation drew their attention to
the two naked females at the far end of the makeshift bed. Dorothy and
Susan, oblivious to the
staring eyes, were already locked in a frenzied embrace, each one with
their faces buried between the other's flexing thighs. The sounds of
their avid feasting drew a gasp of excitement from both Linda and Joyce,
and Beth discovered a gathering wetness in her cunt as she watched her
sister's head roll expertly, grinding her open mouth against the
redhead's juicy snatch. Dorothy's method was more direct. Only her jaw
moved, sucking
fiercely on Susan's cunt as her tongue swirled inside the labial lips.
Beth's attention was riveted to the two writhing figures, her own mouth
twisting with desire for that voluptuous creature whose pussy was
responding to Susan's suction
with noisy gurgling. She hardly felt the hands on her wrists until they
began tugging her downward toward the soft mattresses.
Surprised, but not yet afraid, she jerked her head from side to side,
seeing Linda and Joyce, their faces glowing with anticipation, naked
bodies undulating as they strained with effort.
"What are you doing?" Beth demanded, resisting their pull and tugging
them forward.
Fingers encircled her ankles as Clyde and Ralph, kneeling on either
side, held her feet in place while Joyce and Linda toppled her backward.
Before she could voice another protest, Beth was on her back, and her
legs were being pulled far apart by her Father and her brother. She felt
the cool air invade her cunt as its lips opened.
Helpless, for she had already tried to tug her arms and legs from the
clutching fingers, she stared up at Ted as the boy moved forward to
stand between her widespread legs. Her mouth opened in a soundless
scream at sight of the enormous prick that reared in throbbing erection
from his hairy crotch.
"No!" she grated, her hips writhing wildly at the thought of having that
huge cock bore up into her belly. Her eyes flickered from Ralph's face
to that of her brother, searching for assurance and finding only lust in
their staring eyes.
"Oh, yes!" her cousin corrected with a savage grin. "You're gonna be
fucked! Not only that, baby. You're gonna be gang banged!"
Beth's face contorted and she strained against the clutching fingers on
her wrists and ankles. Her pelvis leaped and twisted, the lips of her
plump pussy quivering as she watched Ted drop to his knees and wrap his
fist about the engorged shaft of his cock.
If was impossible, she reminded her whirling brain. Her pussy would
never admit such a formidable organ. She glanced at her Father's swollen
prick and compared it with Ted's huge tool.
"Let Daddy do it first!" she cried, surprising herself with the sudden
plea. "Please! You'll split me wide open with that big thing!"
Ralph Porter licked his lips with a quick flick of his red tongues his
eyes staring at the dainty slit that winked hack at him from between her
slender thighs. His prick lurched upward in a savage jerk, its strutted
tip yielding a glob of slippery jism that rolled sluggishly down the
taut cord that marked the beginning of the swollen ventral
ridge
"How about it, Uncle Ralph?" Ted asked quickly. "Do you want to be the
one to take her cherry?"
"Christ!" Clyde murmured, holding Beth's ankle with one hand while the
other fondled the curve of her slender calf. "I'd like to volunteer for
that job!"
"Go on, Ralph!" Joyce urged her husband. "You know you're going to do it
anyway."
Ralph swallowed convulsively. "Are you sure, Beth?" he whispered in a
hoarse voice. "My God! I can't help wanting to!"
The girl nodded her head fiercely, a trickle of saliva oozing from the
corner of her parted lips. Her breasts, drawn into two firm hemispheres
by her outstretched arms, quivered their dainty nipples in invitation.
"I've always wondered how it would be to have you screw me," she panted.
"They won't even have to hold me."
Ted reached over to grip her ankle, shifting his body to one side and
watching Ralph take his place between Beth's legs. "We'll hang on," he
told the girl, "just in case." To Ralph, he said, "Let's get on with it,
Uncle. Clyde follows you and I'll take greasy thirds."
"Jesus!" Clyde hissed. "I'm about to come, just watching her work that
thing!"
"Save it!" Ted chuckled. "With five pussies just begging for it, it'd be
a shame to waste it."
Ralph leaned forward over Beth's nakedness, his prick jutting downward
toward the narrow cleft of her cuntal mound. He was sobbing with
anticipation as he shifted one hand to grip the engorged prong. He
stared down into his daughter's wide eyes.
"Forgive me, baby!" be groaned, guiding his cock down and forward until
the rounded tip pressed itself into the furrow of her labial lips. "I
can't help it!"
Beth's lips worked for a moment before the words spilled out. Don't
talk, Daddy!" she hissed. "Just fuck me! That's what they want to see!
They want to see your cock in my pussy!"
Ralph's ass cheeks tensed and his fingers moved the head of his prick in
the moist crevice, sliding it up and down in the pliant crack and
loosening it for his initial assault.
The girl's eyes closed tightly, her lips drawing back in a grimace of
anticipation as the cock massaged her sensitive labia, sending little
thrills back into the virginal sheath that was already quivering with
expectation.
"UUNNHHH!"
Her sharp cry escaped from behind clenched teeth as Ralph forced the
knob of his prick into the spasming oval of tender tissue, stretching
the pussy into a straining circle around the pulsating shaft of
throbbing hardness that bored inward, expanding the delicate walls and
massaging the nerve-lined passageway with its meaty bulk.
The girl's body stiffened, her legs jerking against their restraint and
her ass twisting in an effort to evade the deeper invasion of her
protesting cunt. Ralph's prick was already beyond the point where she
had welcomed the tingling caress of writhing tongues and exploring
fingers. It was breaking new ground, forcing its rounded tip into her
yielding depths with quivering urgency.
"Does it hurt, baby?" Ralph panted, still easing the cock into her
grinding pussy with a slow lowering of his arched hips.
Beth tried to answer, her mouth working soundlessly as the pressure in
her belly became almost intolerable. Then, as her Father fed another
inch of prick into the torrid sheath, she gave another cry of anguished
pleading.
"UUNNNGGGHHH!"
"She's just putting on a big act!" Joyce exclaimed. "She can take it,
Ralph!"
Ted leaned over Ralph's rearing ass, placing his big hand on the rounded
cheeks and shifting his full weight onto the unsuspecting buttocks.
Before the man could brace himself, his hips were forced downward,
driving the full length of his cock into the helpless cunt.
"GODDAMN!" Ralph cried, his balls jamming against Beth's winking anus as
his prick buried its engorged bulk in her pussy, jerking and throbbing
in its reaction to the
sudden engulfment.
"UNNGGHHH!" Beth yelped again, her ass bucking in a desperate bid for
freedom. "TAKE IT OUT!"
Ralph's hips jerked upward, dragging his cock back through her
convulsing grip and tugging the membranous lips outward with the
retreating pressure. Both Father
and daughter gasped at the friction of their flesh, and Ralph's ass
shivered as he felt his cock head gripped by Beth's flexing labia.
Again, Ted's palm forced Ralph's hips downward, and the cock slid back
into the slippery nest with greater ease, bringing only a muted whimper
from the wriggling girl as the prick filled her pussy and nudged the
convulsing mouth of her previously untouched womb.
Ralph needed no further urging. With little grunts of lust, he began
driving the tool in and out, gathering speed with each stroke and
pressing his scrotal sac firmly against his daughter's asshole as his
cock hilted its length in her torrid cult.
Beth's ass lifted and twisted, working her pussy around the sliding
hardness to increase the delicious friction of her aroused vagina. Her
tongue protruded from between her bared teeth, curling upward and
flicking with each thrust of his plunging cock.
"Oh, God, Daddy!" she gurgled, pushing her cunt up to insure the maximum
depth of each delicious thrust. "It's good!"
Ralph's answer was to cover her patted lips with his open mouth, driving
his tongue against hers in a savage kiss that made their connected loins
work more vigorously. His chest mashed her resilient tits, rubbing the
engorged nipples as he hunched his prick in and out with gathering
speed.
"Damn!" Clyde observed, using one hand to caress his own distended tool.
"I believe he's struck oil! Look at the cream on that fuck pole!"
Ted grinned in agreement as he watched the prick's rhythmic slide. It
was true, he mused. Beth's pussy had responded to the defloration with
an overflow of slippery juices that coated her Father's prong and seeped
out to puddle in the crack of her writhing ass. The blonde hairs about
her gurgling snatch were drenched with the thick cream, and each stroke
of the cock was an audible sound of slurping flesh.
Clyde's fingers curled about his cock, beginning a steady stroking that
matched the rhythmical hammering of his Father's hips. He saw Ted's
amused glance at his avid masturbation and his own lips curled in a
savage smile of mounting pleasure.
His own cock throbbing, Ted commented, "Why don't you let Aunt Joyce
suck it for you?"
Without waiting to be asked, Joyce inched her way toward the inviting
sight, still holding Beth's wrist as she moistened her lips in
eagerness, staring hungrily at her son's towering erection.
"Lick it for me, Mom!" the boy murmured, pulling the loose skin back
from the purple knob and shoving his hips forward to aim the prick at
his Mother's wet lips. "Christ! I love to feel a hot tongue on it!"
As Joyce extended her tongue to caress the swollen glands, Ralph gave a
grunt of ecstasy and buried his cock in Beth's pussy, holding it there
as her pelvic contortions milked the semen from his bloated balls. Beth
whimpered with pleasure as the hot sperm splashed deep inside her
vagina, and her ass twisted and hunched in an effort to reach a climax
of her own before the last spurt of come showered her spasming cervix.
Dorothy and Susan, their faces flushed from their prolonged session of
oral play, joined the six figures just as Ralph, gasping for breath,
hauled his dripping prick from Beth's overflowing cunt.
Dorothy slipped an arm about Linda's waist and claimed her lips in a
tongue-driving kiss, while Susan, her eyes widening as she watched her
Mother's lapping caress of Clyde cock, pressed her moist crotch against
Joyce's hip in grinding friction.
"You can turn Beth loose," Ted suggested. "Aunt Joyce, why don't you and
Susan imitate Dorothy and Linda? Clyde is gonna be using that prick for
the next few minutes."
The four naked females tumbled aside, bodies shifting as their lips and
tongues began an avid exploration of their new partners. Beth, her eyes
glazed with desire, held up both arms to welcome her brother, pulling
him down onto her heaving tits and hunching her pussy up to receive the
stiff cock that slid easily into her hungry vagina, its passage
lubricated by the slippery come left there by their horny Father.
Her legs free, Beth raised them to scissors CIyde’s waist as he began
fucking her, his prick driving deeper than Ralph's had managed, and
making the girl grunt with each powerful thrust.
Ted moved around to the two blonde heads and dropped to his knees,
waiting until Clyde released his sister's mouth and raised his face to
stare excitedly at his cousin's huge prick arching forward over Beth's
head as Ted eased his hips forward. Sliding his knees apart, Ted lowered
his crotch until his balls were within reach of the girl's flashing
tongue, and he gasped with delight as she caressed their hairy globes
with a wet lapping.
Clyde's ass rose and fell between Beth's thighs, his cock ramming deep
into the mushy depths and throbbing as the pussy flexed its torrid walls
about the driving prong. Inches from his face, he watched his sister's
tongue toy and tease the huge scrotal sac, and his eyes almost crossed
as he tried to focus his gaze on the plum-like knob that reached out
over her face. Ted's suggestive whisper was like a voice inside his
whirling brain.
"Don't be bashful, Clyde! Like I told you, anything goes!"
Ecstasy thundered through his stroking prick and rolled in his swaying
balls, and Clyde surrendered to the hunger that filled his body until he
could no longer resist.
"I'll be damned!" was Ralph's only reaction as he watched his son slip
his wet lips about the swollen head of Ted's cock.
The brief contact was all Clyde required to trigger his come. His ass
hammered wildly, stirring his cock inside the girl's convulsing snatch,
and his sperm bolted in savage spurts into the gulping mouth of his
sister's womb.
Beth, lost in the ecstasy of yet another dazzling climax, worked her
hips to milk the hot sperm from that jerking prod, rubbing the walls of
her exploding cunt around its delightful invader. So lost in her
personal pleasure was the girl that she failed to see her brother's
tongue give a lusty lick at Ted's prick as it was tugged from his
noisily sucking lips.
Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted, doll-like, and placed on her
knees astride a pair of male hips, her cunt, its entrance juicy from the
two loads of sperm, poised over a cock much larger than its
predecessors. Still only half-conscious of exactly what was being done
to her, Beth felt two hands on her narrow waist, forcing her down until
the head of the enormous prick pressed hotly against her dripping
snatch.
Her hands went out to balance herself, clutching the powerful chest
muscles of her grinning cousin as his prick slid lip into her pussy,
filling it beyond her expectations and massaging new nerves in the
tender channel, its walls made more sensitive by the two
previous fucks.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she whimpered. It was not a protest, for every nerve
in her pussy was tingling with ecstasy as the cock inched deeper into
her belly. "I don't give a damn if you split me open with that dick! I
want it all!"
"Don't worry, Cousin," Ted murmured. "You'll get it all!"
Beth Porter's body arched forward, her breasts dipping strutted nipples
into the open mouth of the youth whose huge prick was sliding deeper and
deeper into her eager
snatch. She gasped as his lips and teeth nibbled at the succulent spears
and his tongue worked back and forth across the sensitive tips,
releasing each one as its quivering mate took its place.
The cock filled her pussy so completely that the accumulated semen was
forced out around its thick root, forming a slippery sheath of white
cream that gurgled noisily when Beth managed to screw her cunt to the
base of that enormous pole, marking her conquest with a grunt of
satisfaction.
Only an hour ago, she had sworn that Ted Morgan would never touch her
with that fantastic cock which had so bedazzled her Mother and sister.
Now, with its hot hardness stretching her vagina and slamming almost
painfully against her spasming womb mouth, Beth welcomed the probing
spear with cries of ecstasy, her ass twisting to grind her expanded
labia about its cream-smeared base.
"Ride it, baby!" Ted groaned, pushing his hips upward to encourage the
pelvic gyrations of the excited girl. Her lips had deserted his as she
began hunching her pussy up and down on the stiff column. She was no
longer interested in the feel of his tongue on her tits or darting about
in her mouth. It was that cock she wanted, deep and hard, until it
showered her churning depths with its delicious come.
"Christ!" came Clod’s admiring observation. "Look at my little sister
go!" Recovered from his own enjoyable pounding of the girl's receptive
cunt, he knelt behind her, watching the rise and fall of Beth's
delightfully curved bottom, his stare drinking in the erotic sight of
her froth-rimmed pussy sliding up and down Ted's rearing prick
Lips pulled back in a snarl of ecstasy, Beth added a savage twist to her
bouncing hips as another orgasm spiraled through her spasming cunt.
Fresh juices spilled from deep inside her belly, laving the cock that
jolted her womb with its upward thrusts and adding to the circle of
wetness about its hairy base.
"My God!" she gasped, unable to slow her fierce hunching. I'm gonna come
myself to death!" She grunted when Ted's strong arms slowed her
movements, his body twisting to turn them over on the yielding
mattresses. She quickly adjusted her legs, clamping them about his lithe
waist as he settled his hips between her sweat-streaked thighs, his
prick stirring the clenching channel of her pussy.
Ted's chest massaged her tingling breasts and his hard belly slapped
savagely against hers in a rhythm with which she was rapidly becoming
familiar. His cock, seeming to grow larger with each thrust, speared her
cunt with delicious force, stretching the vaginal walls and frictioning
her pulsing labia until she felt still another violent climax shuddering
inside her heaving belly.
Recognizing the sudden increase in her pelvic action and the powerful
clamping of the cunt muscles about his prong, Ted drove his tool in and
out more rapidly, shortening the strokes and pounding her womb with the
plunging head of his massive cock.
His timing was perfect. The first hot spurt of his thick semen was
swallowed by the orgasmic convulsion of her exploding cunt.
As though Beth's panted cries of pleasure were some awaited signal, the
other two males launched their naked bodies at the red-haired Dorothy.
Clyde Porter jammed his distended prick between the woman's parted
thighs and bent forward over her flawless back as he felt the throbbing
organ ease into her mushy cuntal passage, sliding up into the undulating
grip until his balls were jammed tightly against her clitoris and his
belly was pressed against the sweet curve of her beautiful ass cheeks.
He licked her bare shoulder, tasting the slight salty tang and thrusting
his cock deeper into her flexing cunt. His arms went around her and his
fingers clutched the two firm melons of her glorious tits, pinching the
swollen nipples until her pussy squeezed his shaft in unspoken protest.
Even as his son began dog-fucking the gorgeous redhead, Ralph Porter
dropped to his knees before the crouching beauty, his meaty prick aimed
at those full red lips he had enjoyed before. His hands grabbed the
flaming hair for leverage, pulling the wet mouth over his cock like a
hot glove, and he grunted with excitement and joy as the mouth claimed
him, lips nibbling their way down the shaft until they circled the thick
base of his prick.
Joyce took one look at the trio and quickly straddled Dorothy's bobbing
head, insinuating her lush lips between her son's face and her husband's
panting lips. Without waiting for his reaction, she cupped Ralph's head
and thrust her bushy cunt forward against his open
mouth, squealing with pleasure as his tongue slithered up into her
pulsating cunt. Then, as Clyde's tongue began licking eagerly about the
delicate circle of her anus, she
squealed again.
Ted Morgan, his cock still hard, dragged that lengthy member from Beth's
dripping snatch, working his way upward over her writhing nakedness and
letting the wet knob of his prick caress her quivering skin. A faint
trail of semen marked the passage of his tool, upward over her belly and
between her small tits until he was crouched above her flushed face.
Slowly, supporting his weight on outstretched arms so he could observe
his own actions, he lowered his hips until the head of his prick touched
the girl's parted pussy lips.
For an instant, her lips clamped together in automatic rejection. Then,
surrendering to a desire stronger than any aversion, her tongue reached
out to caress the hovering cock, tasting and exploring until the glands
pressed it back into her mouth, following with slow
deliberation and stretching her lips into a taut circle about the huge
knob. Her whole body jerked with the swift tremor of acceptance and she
began sucking, hungrily and deeply.
Ted Morgan, his hips moving to slide his prick in and out of Beth's
greedy mouth, savored the thrill of the girl's swirling tongue and
laving saliva, and he grinned happily
when Linda's brown pubic triangle was thrust invitingly in front of his
face.
Behind him, he heard Susan Porter's soft gurgle of desire as she plunged
her open mouth between Beth's thighs to claim the overflowing cunt. He
heard it but his vision was blocked by the brown curls and pink lips of
his sister's delicate pussy. Eagerly, he slid his tongue into the
slippery hole and pressed his mouth about the pliant labia, filling his
mouth with the tart juices. His cock, throbbing and stiff, probed deeper
into Beth's gulping throat, forcing the stilling girl to swallow
repeatedly, the hot muscles tightening delightfully about the head of
his engorged pole.
The atmosphere of the room was heavy with the scent of their mingled
juices, and for several minutes, the only sounds were those of slurping
mouth, pounding flesh and soft whimpers of delight. Orgasms were enjoyed
in relative silence as the unvoiced cries were blocked by a probing
prick or a grinding cunt.
Ted pulled his own cock from Beth's greedy mouth before she could draw
the threatening load of sperm from its saliva-slickened length. Ignoring
Linda's whimpered protest, he gave her delicious cunt one final swipe of
his flattened tongue, then rolled aside just in time to see Ralph's
buttocks flex and quiver as he spilled his semen into Dorothy's wildly
gulping throat. The woman's pleasure was doubled when Clyde, crying out
with each powerful explosive contraction, shot his own hot come into her
climaxing cunt.
Joyce, still reaching for her own climax, held her husband's face jammed
against her writhing crotch, working her hips to accentuate the thrust
and twist of his tongue in her quivering cunt. She hardly realized that
Clyde had stopped teasing her anal cleft with his wet lapping, and she
made no effort to avoid Ted's huge puck when he stepped across Dorothy's
body and pressed the head of his cock against Joyce's saliva-drenched
asshole.
She groaned as the knob snapped through her sphincter, but the groan
became a whimper of ecstasy as the hardness slid up into her undulating
colon to begin a rhythmic massage of that delicate corridor, increasing
the depth of its penetration with each slippery plunge. Her fingers
gripped Ralph's head, pushing his mouth deeper into her dripping labia,
and she found herself noting the soft bounce of Ted's balls against her
husband's busy chin.
It was Ted's initial pressure that tumbled the trio sideways, but only
lust could prevent the loss of contact during the brief descent. Tongue
still fluttering in pulsating cunt, and cock throbbingly hilted in hotly
flexing ass, they lay with bodies moving more freely on the resilient
mattresses.
Fucking the whimpering Joyce with satisfying thrusts, Ted employed his
hands on her big tits, squeezing and twisting the swollen nipples as his
cock rode in and out of her tight asshole, lingering just inside the
strained circle to enjoy the powerful clutch of her spasming sphincter
muscles. Then, with his cock head buried deeply inside her convulsing
sheath, the lad hesitated again, grinding his hairy scrotum against his
uncle's
bobbing chin, half-hoping that Ralph would add a wet tongue to that
perverted contact.
He had intended a maximum release of inhibitions for that evening, and
he had not been disappointed. The nubile Beth had proven every bit as
responsive as her older sister, and Clyde had provided a surprise that
was not completely unwelcome.
Without words, he forced Joyce over onto her belly, pushing Ralph out of
the way and pulling the woman's lush hips upward before resuming his
delightful hunching. He watched Ralph draw the back of one hand across
his cream-smeared mouth, his eyes drinking in the sight of the big cock
that stroked in and out of his wife's anus with audible sounds of wet
suction. His lips curved in a lewd grin of appreciation and his fingers
began a bold caress of his own semi-erect organ.
Ted answered the grin with a soft chuckle that become louder when he
noted Susan's approach. The girl crawled toward her Father on hands and
knees, breasts swaying provocatively and cutely curved bottom wriggling
as she neared the object of her sudden interest.
Ralph looked down in surprise at his daughter's head, his fist stripping
the loose skin back from the purple knob of his swelling prick. A glob
of jism emerged from the tiny slit of the glands, and Ralph gasped with
the sensation of the girl's wet tongue sliding across the curved head to
claim the salty juice.
"Yeah!" he groaned, fingers moving to slide the engorged tip hack and
forth against the warm softness of Susan's lips... He saw her mouth
open, shaping itself in sensual
hunger.
"YEAH!"
The lips claimed him and her tongue began a worshipful dance around the
meaty knob. Saliva bathed the sensitive flesh and he felt the swift
tightening of his nuts as Susan began nursing his prick, her head
bobbing with gathering speed and distance.
Ted slowed his assault on Joyce's wiggling rump, ignoring her protesting
grunt and flexing anal muscles. His head turned to see Clyde laboring
between Linda's flailing thighs, his cock flashing in and out of the
girl's slit with a steady and unimaginative rhythm. Just beyond the
pair, Beth had positioned her nubile body between Dorothy's voluptuous
legs, sucking noisily on the semen-filled cunt that pressed eagerly
against her hungry mouth.
His barked command froze all of them in position, hips and heads
stilled, but maintaining their erotic contact with the willing targets.
Soft whimpers of desire filled the momentary silence.
Swiftly, graphically, he explained his wishes, his eyes challenging them
as he spoke, reminding them of his power by continuing to slide his cock
in and out of Joyce's tail during the brief speech.
"Any objections?" Again, his expression dared them, and his lips mocked
them as seven heads wagged a denial, Ralph almost gasping when Susan's
mouth moved from side to side on his strutted prick. His gasp became
audible when the wet lips slipped off him with a final nourish of the
girl's tongue.
Joyce cursed when Ted's huge cock tugged itself free from her juicy
anus, and the curse became a grunt of pleasure when he reinserted the
throbbing column in her dripping cunt, driving the fall nine inches up
inside her undulating sheath of slippery heat. His balls jammed against
her swollen clitoris, massaging that delicate shaft with their slight
rolling motion. Inside, the cock filled and stretched her vagina into a
pulsating bundle of exploding tissue.
"Don't stop!" she gurgled, her ass rearing and bucking against his
muscled belly. "I'm gonna come!"
Ted did not stroke the climaxing pussy. Instead he jammed his hips
harder against her gyrating ass and wrapped his powerful arms about the
woman's arched waist, twisting his pelvis to stir his rod in the
steaming cauldron of her clenching pussy.
"That's number one," Ted said with a soft chuckle when Joyce's body
sagged beneath him. Slipping his glistening prod from her still
convulsing grip, he lowered himself onto the naked body of Susan,
fitting his prick into her hot slit with one deft motion and driving it
in until he felt the palpitating resistance of her womb against his
probing cock head.
The girl had crawled over to lie waiting, eyes wide in anticipation.
Now, shining with excitement, her eyes widened even more as the prick
filled her belly with its heat and hardness. Her legs scissored around
Ted's waist and her ass began a savage circling beneath him, grinding
the walls of her cunt around the huge shaft. Her breasts, stiff-nippled
and firm, yielded to the weight and touch of his chest.
Again, grinning down into Susan's contorted face, the youth did not
begin the familiar pumping she expected. Instead, he ground his pubic
arch against hers, and was rewarded with a husky cry as her pussy
convulsed in a nerve-shattering climax that drenched his cock with her
hot juices.
"Number two," Ted drawled, drawing the pole from its torrid nest and
shifting his body over and onto Beth's waiting nakedness. Deliberately,
he pulled the girl's slender legs up on either side and spread them
divide, parting the reddened lips of her cunt before easing the head of
his cock between them.
Slowly, watching the lust build and explode in her staring eyes, he fell
his prick into the clenching channel, feeling it begin that familiar
undulation as his balls spread gently against her winking anus. He held
it hilted as Beth panted and came.
Linda was number four, her slender hips grinding wildly when Ted's thick
cock invaded her hungry snatch and ground its way to the spasming mouth
of her womb.
Ralph and Clyde, their pricks jerking with excitement, knelt only inches
away, staring at the row of inviting cunts and heaving tits. Both of
them grunted with envy as they watched Linda's ass work its way through
a frantic orgasm that spilled wetly around the juncture of their mated
flesh.
Dorothy received her stepson with a soft whimper of welcome, embracing
him with arms about his broad shoulders and lush thighs cradling his
narrow hips. Her lips parted for his descending mouth and her tongue
swirled happily about his. His prick, throbbing more
powerfully slipped into the slickened folds of her pussy and spread the
vaginal walls into a caressing grip.
His own pleasure too intense for further control, Ted drove his cock
into the redhead's cunt until she whimpered with the intense pleasure of
complete filling. Then, surrendering to the demand of his own tightening
balls, he fucked her with a savage hunching that slammed her writhing
ass down against the mattresses with each
powerful thrust.
Sweat dripped from his chest, smearing the points of her big tits and
puddling on the soft belly that heaved and wriggled to his pounding
assault.
Dorothy tried to halt the explosive tremors of her climax, but Ted's
continued massaging of her tender vagina and sensitive labia was more
than she could resist. Her ass twisted and lifted, screwing her gurgling
cunt around that delightful fuck pole.
She expected him to stop, just as he had with the others, and her arms
and legs tightened to hold him, hips working faster to extract the
utmost pleasure from her gut wrenching orgasm. With her lips plastered
wetly against his ear, she pleaded with him to continue.
Raising his head, but keeping his hips placed exactly between her
quivering thighs, Ted eased his hands beneath her head and laced the red
hair through his strong fingers. His ass cheeks flexed with the rhythm
of his fierce strokes, each thrust jolting her womb and sending shivers
of ecstasy through her writhing body.
His fingers gripped, holding her face in position as his eyes swept over
her glazed expression, ending on her parted lips, wet, red and full,
slightly tightened against white teeth. The tip of a dancing tongue
flickered between the white rows.
"Like it, bitch?" he panted. His ass rose and fell more rapidly, his
prick spearing her juicy cunt and his nut sac rapping wetly against her
wriggling anal cleft.
"Yes!" she whimpered, anus shifting and fingers clawing at his arched
back. "Oh, dear God! Yes! Don't ever stop!"
His prick seemed to drive deeper, as though seeking to force its swollen
tip inside her cervix, and she pushed her hips higher in eagerness. The
fingers in her hair brought a pain that became pleasure as another come
began building in her steaming cunt.
"Beg for it!" he hissed, hearing the squish and gurgle as his cock
pistoned through her fluttering labia. "Beg for more of my dick!"
Beyond reason, Dorothy pleaded, gasping the words between sharp cries of
ecstasy, using every obscenity she could dredge from her whirling brain.
Her legs climbed higher on his arched hack, scissoring and urging. Her
hips twisted and pumped, milking the plunging cock and caressing it with
juicy fingers of tingling cunt-flesh.
There was no longer any control in his womb-spearing jabs. Ted Morgan
was racing toward his own satisfaction, preparing to spill his roiling
sperm into that sucking, chewing nether-mouth that sent the pre-orgasmic
shudders of ecstasy back into his loaded balls.
He was happy that he had decided to share his legacy with the others,
but happier that he had first stripped them of their inhibitions. There
was nothing they would not do for him, and little that he had not
already planned for the nights ahead.
He settled himself for the short rows, fucking Dorothy with deep jabs
that brought an answering grunt. Then, as his prick forced its throbbing
head into the slavering mouth of her convulsing womb, he surrendered to
the hot suction and milking muscles of her hungry cunt.
"Fill me, baby!" came Dorothy's tortured whimper of lust. "Shoot that
cream to me!"
Ecstasy swirled in his balls, liquefied and thundered through the length
of his hilted prick, spurting in thick globs into the mouth of her
churning womb. His buttocks flexed with the repeated shudders of his
come.
"I'm next," he heard, but could not identify the voice.
It did not matter. They were all waiting for his cock.
The End
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