Message-ID: <8159eli$9802061104@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: Crawford Industries [1/3] (inc ws teen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980205194445.27001.qmail@hotmail.com> IF YOU ARE UNDER 21 DELETE NOW. Okay, I used content codes, but you'll probably find lots of other stuff in there besides those. My basic rule is still: no snuff and no torture. Everything else goes. Comments encouraged; flames deleted. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Crawford Industries, Part 1 by Crystal Camry Robert Crawford was 45. He had enjoyed success throughout his life, and had all of the material possessions to prove it. But he felt his crowning achievement was his family: his three daughters and one son had inherited much of their father's success. And they had managed to inherit their mother's good looks. Anne Crawford loved her husband very much. She had met him when she was 14 and he had come to work in her father's grocery store as the produce manager. He had been a hunky-looking twenty year-old and she had been infatuated with him. She finally managed to seduce him on her fifteenth birthday and when she turned eighteen they married. Colette Crawford was born the very next year. Then Peter, then Wendy, then Diana. Looking back on his life as he lounged by the pool of his six-bedroom house in the suburbs, Robert smiled. He watched seventeen year-old Wendy frolick in the shallow end with her friend Sarah. They were both beautiful young things: long blonde hair that was wet now and clinging to their sinewy backs; full, firm breasts bouyed by the wave motion in the pool; and pefect skin glistening in the noon sun. When Robert felt his cock stir and his mind start to fantasize, he turned his attention towards the house, where he saw his wife in the kitchen window. Anne waved to him and smiled. It was like a dream sequence from a movie about a man hoping for a perfect life. But this was Robert Crawford's reality. Eighteen year-old Peter arrived in the back yard with a girl in tow. He introduced her as Sharon, but Robert took little notice of her name: Peter changed girlfriends as often as he changed his underwear. But Robert had to admire Peter's ability to consistently bring home the best. It was like flipping the calendar to a new Playmate of the Month. Robert mused that perhaps Peter neglected to bring home the ugly ones in between all the beauties. Sharon was a buxom blonde. She pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a bikini-clad body that was almost disproportionately heavy-breasted. Later, talking to Sharon while Peter changed into his bathing suit, Robert was surprised to find out that she was only fifteen. Although shocked at first, Robert recalled that he had first fucked Anne on her fifteenth birthday, and he had been older than Peter at the time. But in the seventies, they sure didn't build fifteen year-olds like Sharon. "So you're just fifteen... how did you meet Peter?" Sharon flashed a brilliant smile and tossed her damp hair back over her shoulder. "He gave me a ride home from a party last week. He's such a sweetheart." Wendy and Sarah popped out of the pool and joined in the conversation. "Were you just talking about Peter? I thought you said sweetheart," Wendy joked, "God, wait until you actually get to know him." Sarah giggled and said, "Come on, Wendy, he is a sweetheart." The two girls fresh from the pool were drying off and Sharon started adjusting her bikini. Robert watched and caught a glimpse of fuzzy blonde hair as she realigned the crotch of her suit. He was happy to confirm that Peter was dating a natural blonde, but she seemed oblivious to the free show she had provided. Peter came back out and they all immediately noticed that he was wearing a thin Speedo bathing suit. Even the folds and veins of his cock were apparent through the fabric. "Not leaving much to the imagination, are you Pete?" Wendy scolded. "Fuck off, you little brat," Pete sneered, "I'm just about to put some shorts on." "Pete, watch the language," Robert said. "The neighbourhood doesn't have to know how well you express yourself." He tolerated his son's swearing because he knew his own language was very coarse at times. But he occasionally rebuked him just to play a fatherly role. "Sorry Dad. Hey, Sharon, let's get out of here." He held out his hand and Sharon jumped up to grab it. As Pete led her away, she tossed a glance over her shoulder and caught Robert staring at her ass. She gleamed at him, "Bye, Mr. Crawford. It was nice meeting you." When they were gone, Wendy said, "God, what a slut! Where does Pete scrape these bitches up?" Robert frowned at his daughter. "What's wrong with her? She seems like a pretty wholesome girl." "Oh come on, Dad! Sarah, back me up on this one... why does Pete drag around some stupid sophomore?" Sarah blushed and looked at Mr. Crawford. "I guess she puts out, huh?" "Exactly!" Wendy crossed her arms over her breasts and smiled at her father as if she had won a major debate. Robert huffed out air indignantly. "And I suppose John and Rick and Tony were just friends? Don't be such a hypocrite, my dear." Wendy looked embarrassed and her puffed up posture deflated. "It's different, Dad. I really liked those guys. I wasn't just doing it for fun like she is." But Wendy knew her father had made a valid point. And the worst part was that she had in fact done it for fun with Rick and Tony. John was the only guy she really thought she'd loved. The girls got up to leave. "Thanks for the swim, Mr. Crawford," Sarah said sheepishly, feeling meek because of the minor argument she'd witnessed. "Any time, Sarah. It's nice to see all the new swimwear fashions modelled for me." Sarah wore a new bathing suit each time she came over. All of them looked fantastic on her young firm body. The girls giggled and rushed through the sliding patio door, almost knocking down Anne as she came out. "Dear, dear, where were they off to in such a rush?" Anne asked her husband. "Some party probably." Robert held open his arms to his wife. For a 39 year-old woman, she had maintained an incredible figure. In her one-piece black suit, her hips and breasts were Venus-like. She seemed a perfect child-bearing female. But her stomach was flat and her ass was still taut. Her blonde hair was coiffed short now, but on her mature face it looked very elegant. She fell into his arms, kissing his face. "You think we could get a quick fuck in before dinner?" "I don't know about that, but I think you owe me a blowjob, don't you?" She had promised him a blowjob on his birthday last week. She smiled. "You don't forget these things do you?" She leaned back and massaged the undersides of her breasts as she spoke. "I don't know if my mouth is up to it. You know, sweetheart, I blew the gardener this morning." "Jose, the little creep who always tries to look in Colette's bedroom window?" Robert knew his wife was insatiable, but sometimes she still surprised him. Besides, frequently she told him these stories just to turn him on. "He was taking a leak in the bushes beside the kitchen and I caught him." She straddled Robert and continued to knead her tits through the suit. "I said, `Are you watering the plants, Jose?' and he said, `No, ma'am, just peeing.' She hooked one finger into her mouth and sucked on it while her other hand continued to work on her tits. "I just got down on my knees and said, `Well, when you're finished, can you put that hose in my mouth, because I'm really thirsty.' Anne started grinding her pelvis against Robert's crotch. "I've never seen a man work so hard to squirt out the last few drops. I could still taste his piss when I started sucking. But then he was hard and all I could think about was getting a whole mouthful of cum. I couldn't even swallow it all. He must have been saving it up for a year." Robert was rock hard and was watching his wife intently. "So, you little slut, do you have any room left for my load. Of course, I've only been saving it up for a week, so I won't have as much to offer as young Jose." He smacked her thigh hard and she moaned. "Was I a bad little girl for letting the dirty man do that in my mouth?" She pouted and feigned innocence. He smacked her again, leaving a red welt. "Well, you hot little cunt, I think you'd better start sucking and we'll see if you need to be punished." She got up off him and escorted him into the house. Thirteen year-old Diana was watching TV and Wendy was just saying goodbye to Sarah. The two lusting parents walked past their children and went straight upstairs. "We'll be down for dinner in a little while!" Anne called down to whoever was listening. Then she pulled the straps down off her bathing suit and let Robert ogle her melon-sized tits. They were still in the hallway and Peter came out of his room just as they approached. Peter stared at his mother's bare chest and raised an eyebrow. "Are you guys going to be long?" he asked knowingly. Wrapping one arm in a V across her nipples, Anne said casually, "Stop staring, Peter. I'm sure you've seen boobs before. We'll be down in a while. Start dinner without us if you're too hungry to wait." He laughed. "Yeah, sure. Looks like you were too hungry to wait yourself." He snickered as he walked down the hall. Before Peter was out of sight, Robert asked, "Where's Sharon?" "Oh, she left a few minutes ago. I guess she'd had enough." Peter vaulted down the stairs, hooting with laughter. Behind their bedroom door, Anne and Robert locked in a wet kiss and started pulling off their swimsuits. "God, Peter made me wet the way he was staring at my tits," Anne said. "Well, he's growing more and more like me every day. And I've always had an appreciation for a fine set of knockers." Anne hit his arm. "You are a pervert, so I hope Peter doesn't follow in all your footsteps." She giggled and grabbed him playfully by the balls. Then she dropped to her knees and said, "But personally, I'm glad you're a pervert and I want your cum in my mouth pronto." He moaned as she engulfed his prick with her hot wet mouth. In minutes he was pumping stream after stream of salty thick cum down her gullet. She valiantly swallowed every drop. Colette pulled into the parking lot at the office building where her father's company was headquartered. She had been working in the telemarketing division for two summers while she went to college. This summer she was in charge of the twenty operators who busily called businesses all day long. Mostly that entailed handling hard-to-close sales and motivating the workforce. She enjoyed the challenge and felt it was great preparation for her business career. It was a good practical complement to all the theory she was learning in her commerce program at Ridgemont University. She smoothed out her blue silk skirt and carefully put on the matching jacket. Grabbing her briefcase, she walked quickly inside out of the hot morning sun. In the mirrored lobby she checked the lines of her attire, making sure that the camisole she wore under the jacket hung properly over her large breasts. Her long blonde hair was pinned up, creating her best professional image. She tucked a stray lock behind her ear and then summoned the elevator to the fortieth floor. A black face grinned at her as the doors opened. Lincoln, the day janitor, was an unassuming old black man who had been working in the building since it opened. He greeted her as she stepped aboard the elevator. "Morning Miss Colette." "Good morning Lincoln." She bent to put her briefcase down and Lincoln was treated to a brief but unobstructed view of her perfect tits. Certain he had seen right down to her nipples, Lincoln smiled and tugged absently at his crotch, rearranging his slightly stiffening member. "You're looking fine this morning Miss Colette." It was the most he'd said to her in three summers, and Colette was happy to make small talk. "Thank you Lincoln. I bought this suit last week." He licked his big lips and raised his eyebrows towards her chest. Then he looked her in the eye and said, "You picked the right one, that's for sure." As the old man's eyes roamed across her bosom, Colette felt a rush of heat through her belly. Embarrassed by her own reaction as much as his lascivious gaze, she pulled the jacket a little tighter around her torso. "I'm glad you like it." She hurried off the elevator as soon as the doors opened on forty. She did not look back, but if she had, she would have seen Lincoln once again rearranging his dick in his coveralls. Benjamin Peel rarely got a chance to visit his daughter Anne. He was always busy with the chain of grocery stores he ran with the competent help of his son-in-law, Robert Crawford. It had been Robert who had masterminded the development of their specialty foods, managing to catch each trend as it crested, and pushing for expansion into under- serviced, but growing, areas of the city. Robert had also negotiated exclusivity clauses with manufacturers of obscure products that almost overnight had become very hot sellers. Anne was not his only daughter, but she was the oldest and she lived closer than Caroline. He managed to visit the Crawford household at least once a month. He enjoyed seeing Robert in a non-business setting, and he loved the spirited company of his four grandkids. At fifty-nine, he was not even thinking of retirement, but should such a time sneak up on him, he thought, time spent with the Crawfords would be almost as rewarding as his career. Besides, Benjamin thought as he pulled into the driveway and saw little Diana washing the Mercedes in her bikini, the scenery was simply splendid. "Hello, Diana," he called as he climbed out of his Cadillac and dragged his overnight bag with him. "Grampa!" she squealed with delight and ran to embrace him. The hose she'd been aiming carefully at the car was forgotten and it sprayed wildly in all directions. Her nubile little body bounced into Benjamin's arms. "I didn't know you were coming this weekend!" "Well here I am," he smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He dropped his hands to her pert little butt and squeezed gently, her grip around his neck tightened in response. "Where's Angela?" Angela was Benjamin's thirty year-old wife whom he had married two years after he'd become a widower. "She's in Europe." Getting fucked by some Italian stallion no doubt, Benjamin added in his thoughts. Benjamin was sweating a little in his suit and tie, but as soon as they walked inside, the air conditioning prompted Diana to run for a robe. Benjamin followed her upstairs and threw his bag into the guest room. The door to Wendy's bedroom was ajar and Benjamin noticed movement. He was about to open the door to say hi when he realized that all he saw were fleshtones. A closer look confirmed that Wendy was walking around naked. She was chatting into a cordless phone and occasionally inspecting her beautiful young body as she passed the mirror. Benjamin's penis rose to full attention. Just then Diana returned from her room in the terrytowel robe. "Grampa?" she called just before she realized what he was doing near Wendy's door. She stifled a giggle and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go for a swim. You must be hot." Colette managed to leave the office right at five o'clock that Friday. It was an early day because she knew her grandfather was coming to surprise the family. Grampa Peel had told her he was planning a trip over two months prior, but had sworn her to secrecy. Colette loved the little games her grandfather would come up with. The elevator was jammed with office workers making the weekend exodus right on time. She squeezed her way in and immediately felt a body press unecessarily close to her from behind. She turned around ready to give the guy hell when she saw Lincoln's kindly old face behind her. She didn't have the heart to tell him off and fears of being called a racist flashed through her mind. She just tolerated the pressure, becoming more certain that she felt the lump of an erect cock squashing through her skirt into the crack of her ass. The elevator stopped at every floor and Lincoln pushed against her a little harder each stop. By the fifteenth floor, he had mustered the courage to put a hand on her hip, pulling her closer. She ignored it, but her pussy was betraying her: it was drooling with excitement, soaking her sheer pantyhose in the process. The crowd jostled out into the lobby and Lincoln was gone. Colette dabbed her brow with the back of her hand and walked unsteadily to her car. Anne heard the commotion in the pool and looked out the bedroom window to see her father and her daughter splashing around hysterically. She threw on a silky robe and called to Robert in the bathroom, "My dad's here. I'm going out to the pool to see him." "Okay. I'm going to grab a shower." She popped open the door and blew him a kiss as he stepped naked into the shower stall. He winked back at her. Clutching his genitals, he said, "Thanks for the blowjob, baby." She licked her lips, where the essence of semen lingered. "Anytime, stud." Diana and her grandfather stopped chasing each other around the shallow end when Anne walked out onto the pool deck in her short silk robe. A slight breeze flipped open the front of the robe and revealed Anne's furry blonde triangle. Anne seemed oblivious, and her indifference was further demonstrated when she crouched down at poolside to greet her father. The robe covered nothing; her pussy was fully exposed to view. "Hello Dad," she said, holding her arms down to him. He swam towards her, but both Diana and Benjamin kept glancing at Anne's moist labia framed with blonde frizz and silky thighs. He was a foot away from it at the most. Even with the light breeze, he was certain he could smell her womanly musk. "Hello, sweetheart." He hauled himself out of the pool and forced himself not to think about his daughter's pussy. He towelled off. Diana hopped out too and started drying herself with her grandfather's damp towel. Benjamin embraced his daughter, but looked over her shoulder to watch the terrytowel moving briskly over Diana's pale skin. She was bending towards them and Benjamin noted the extent of the young teenager's cleavage. She had developed even more since his last visit. Her breasts were now fully round, and strained at the fabric of her suit, which had been bought in an earlier, pre-pubescent time. "Are you staying long, Dad?" Anne was asking. "Oh, I doubt it," Benjamin answered, pulling out of the embrace and trying to hide the lump in his bathing suit. "I think just until Sunday afternoon." Anne smiled. "Great! We'll have to plan a nice family dinner for tomorrow night. Uh... tonight I guess you'll have to settle for stew, because that's what we have ready." "Sounds delicious." Benjamin coralled Diana in with his arm and led her up to the house behind Anne. Dinner consisted of stew and potatoes. Benjamin remembered his early days before the business had taken off, when this meal would have been a luxury. He looked around the table at the Crawfords; what a great family they were. They enjoyed this stew as much as any high-priced meal. Benjamin also noted how good-looking they all were. He looked across at his daughter. Anne's generous cleavage was revealed in the blouse she wore, the top three buttons undone. But Benjamin had a picture in his mind of Anne's pussy as she squatted by the pool earlier. He couldn't seem to shake the image. Wendy and Colette cleared away the dinner dishes and Diana helped clean up the kitchen. Peter got the video camera out of his room. He loved capturing these family get- togethers on tape. But his extensive collection of 8mm video was not exactly family entertainment. He worked hard with each new girlfriend to convince her to perform sexually in front of the camera. Sharon, his latest conquest, was very keen on acting. Whenever Peter pulled out the camera, Sharon was like putty in his hands. Peter tried not to think about his other videotape collection as he hefted the little camera up for the first shot. He captured Diana, Colette, and Wendy working in the kitchen. Surprisingly, Peter's persistence with the camera had made all of the Crawfords more comfortable with being filmed all the time. The girls smiled and carried on cleaning up. But they did tease him. Wendy threw the first barb. "Do you guys think that camera is permanently attached to Peter's face?" Colette smirked. "I think the camera's more important to him than certain parts that really are attached." "Fuck off, you guys," Peter said as he moved around the kitchen, "I just like shooting little films that's all." Wendy walked towards him and addressed the camera directly. She used a sultry voice. "Is the camera more important than your schlong, Peter?" She put on a questioning face, as if she was doing some kind of investigative reporting. Colette joined in. Her office attire made her look more like a reporter than Wendy's t-shirt and jeans. "Yes, Peter. Can you tell us which you like holding better. Your prick or that stupid camera?" Peter stopped filming and dropped the camera to his side. "You idiots don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You want to know something? Huh? I'll tell you: this camera is just as good as my prick for getting the bitches I know all heated up." Wendy snickered and poked her finger into Peter's chest. "The bitches you know are twelve-year-old runaways most of the time. They wouldn't appreciate a big hard-on if it slapped them between the eyes." Diana felt the age that Wendy had used in the depiction of Peter's conquests was a little too close to Diana's own. "Peter's girlfriends are a little older than that, Wendy. Don't be so mean." Peter smiled at his youngest sister, happy for a little support. Colette was still laughing about the slap between the eyes comment. "Wendy! I don't think I'd appreciate a guy's dick slapping me between the eyes either!" "You know what I mean, you guys," Wendy retorted. Then she faced Peter and said, "I'm sorry if I pissed you off, Peter. I was only kidding around. Go ahead and keep taping." Colette had to add one last comment. "Yeah, Peter, and we'll try not to get all heated up like you said. We'd want to leave that for your girlfriends." She turned back to the counter and wiggled her butt at the camera, mocking the girls that Peter dated. Later that evening, as Diana was just climbing under the covers, she heard a knock at her door. It was Peter. "I just wanted to thank you for backing me up when the two bitchy sisters ganged up on me," Peter whispered as he came into her room and gently clicked her door shut behind him. She smiled. "I thought they were being mean for no reason." To this point she'd just been a head peeking out from the thick duvet. Now she sat up and patted the edge of her bed. "Do you want to sit down." Peter immediately noticed as his little sister lowered the duvet that she was wearing sheer baby doll pajamas. Her pert little breasts, nipples and all, were clearly visible through the gauzy fabric. He felt his cock perk up in his pants. "I guess I can stay for a while. But you have to get up early for gymnastics don't you?" "Practice starts at 7:30. I'll get plenty of sleep. Don't you want to talk for a while?" Peter tried hard not to stare at his sister's tits. They were nothing compared to Sharon or Colette's huge knockers, but the sinful revelation that his kid sister was becoming a woman made him horny. "Mom was telling me that you and Grampa had a blast in the pool today. He's a pretty cool old guy isn't he?" Diana nodded. "I love him. He's not old and fat... and boring... like most of my friend's grandparents." "I saw him looking at you all through dinner. It's like he just noticed you or something. He always used to concentrate on Colette." An impish smile crossed her face. "I think he noticed that I'm getting... you know, I'm going through puberty." "I kind of noticed that too." His eyes drifted across her chest for a moment. "Peter!" she squeaked. "You're my brother. Stop it!" She tapped his arm playfully, but she didn't cover herself. He shrugged. "So, he's your grandfather. Besides, I can't help it. You're getting more and more beautiful all the time." Silent for a moment, finally she reached out and hugged her brother. "Thank you, Peter. But I wish I could just get it over with and become a woman right away." "You're enough of a woman already." He looked away for a moment then turned back with a questioning look. "Do the guys at school appreciate it?" "What do you mean?" "Have you started doing stuff with any guys at school?" She shrugged. But she knew that her sexual adventures with Timmy and Roger were always on her mind. "Some stuff." Peter brightened up. "Have you ever sucked a guy's cock?" "Peter!" Diana frowned. "Come on. Just tell me. Have you ever sucked a guy's cock?" She sat there glaring at him, mouth agape. But when she realized what her open mouth might suggest, she snapped it shut. "Have you?" "Go away, Peter. Get out of my room." She did not speak with conviction. Her voice was tremulous. "Diana, have you ever sucked a guy's cock?" "What if I have?" she shouted in a whisper. Peter was inspired now. He had gotten his little sister to all but admit that she had performed oral sex. "Did you swallow his cum?" Diana was truly puzzled now. What was her brother trying to do? "No." "Did he cum?" Diana pursed her lips for a moment, but finally answered. "Yes." He came but she didn't swallow it. Now Peter was completely intrigued. "Where did he cum? On your tits? On your face?" She made a disgusted face. "Gross, Peter. He just squirted it on the carpet." But Diana knew she had thought later what a waste that had been. She'd had many fantasies about being covered in a man's semen. Peter was just chuckling to himself. Diana was not a little girl anymore. He took one more glance at her perky tits, then hopped off her bed. "That's great, sis. I'm glad you told me." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight." She held his arm and whispered plaintively to him, "Don't tell anyone okay?" He pantomimed zipping his lips and crept out of her room. On Saturday the family had various things to do but planned to meet back in time for dinner that evening. Anne and Wendy went to the kitchen to prepare the meal. Robert sequestered himself in his study on the third floor of the house. He settled into the wingback leather chair and flicked on his computer. A few keystrokes later, he was reviewing the performance of his impressive stock portfolio. There was a time when this had been a daily routine, but Robert usually placed standing sell or buy orders and then monitored the progress occasionally. Pleased with what he saw, Robert then unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a couple of large softcover books. Their gaudy pink and green covers did not seem like typical business literature. And they weren't. He flipped open the first one and read the title page. The crudely formed letters were superimposed on a photograph. The text said Paula's Pound Party, and the picture showed a naked teenage girl being mounted by a large German Shepherd. She had a look of bewildered ecstasy on her face and the dog was steadfastly concentrating on his humping activity. Robert's cock was soon straining against his fly and he released it for comfort. He looked down to the gaping piss- slit at the crown of his prick, and then flipped to the next page. Paula was the teenage girl and she lived in a large house with servants. In the opening chapter of the book, a series of photographs show Paula being roused out of sleep by a distinguished older man who is obviously the butler. Her nightgown is in disarray and one pert breast is visible. Paula's first activity of the day is to unzip this man's fly and suck on his large, thick cock. This ends in a very messy orgasm which coats the front of Paula's nightie. Then the photos show her being assisted in the bathroom by a very pretty black maid. The maid watches passively as Paula flips off her cum-encrusted nightie and sits on the toilet. But the maid actively helps scrub Paula's body with a sponge while she takes a bath. Robert's hand drifted for a moment to his erection, but he forced himself not to jerk off. His dick pulsated its objections. He flipped open the other book which was identically laid out but the title page read Anal Bedpan Bitches. The title page photo showed two nurses and a doctor, all naked from the waist down. One nurse was squatting over a bedpan, releasing a flood of urine; the other was spreading her asscheeks apart to accept the doctor's huge hard-on into her glistening anus. Robert looked down and saw that a little droplet of fluid had formed at the tip of his cock. He chuckled and closed the books. Then he squeezed out the rest of the pre-cum, and slurped it off his fingers. He liked the salty taste of that stuff, but he had never tasted real semen (either his own or anyone else's). He locked the books away and carefully tucked his bloated cock back into his pants. He was glad that the books were not completely secret; his wife knew about them. They were locked up only for the children's sake. Anne occasionally joined him when he perused his hardcore pornography collection. She seemed to get just as turned on by the images as he did. Peter was late rising and he went straight into the main bathroom for a shower. He grumpily thought how inconvenient it was to have to share a bathroom with his sisters. His parents' room and one guest room had ensuite bathrooms. The rest of them were forced to share. He groggily adjusted the water temperature and simply stood under the pelting spray. As he woke up, so did his cock. It stiffened as his mind drifted to the image of his youngest sister sucking a cock. Peter felt a little guilty, first for making her admit the act, then for picturing her performing it. He tried to think of other things to make his erection subside. Ice-cubes, football, roller-coasters, and dogshit all failed to distract his mind from the lusty thoughts about Diana. He ignored it and went about soaping up and washing his hair. There was a knock at the door. Peter turned to face the wall and shouted, "It's unlocked!" He was half-expecting, half-fantasizing Diana to come in and join him in the shower. He was glad to see it was Colette instead. "I just need my tampons." Peter was trying to rinse off all the soap without letting his older sister notice his hard-on through the shower doors. "Go ahead." He wanted her to leave quickly, although a brief image of Colette sliding a tampon into her pussy flashed through his mind. Colette grabbed the box of tampons from under the counter. Before she left, though, she watched her brother for a moment. Although the stippled glass doors made him look like a fleshy silhouette, she could see the muscular form and the basic outline he presented. Then, most surprisingly, she glimpsed his distended cock as he turned slightly. It stuck straight out. Now she knew why he was awkwardly facing the wall. She giggled and retreated quietly from the bathroom. Sensing she was gone, Peter breathed out in relief and finished rinsing himself. Benjamin drove over to Polly's, a restaurant owned by his best friend, Paddy O'Hare. Paddy was a typical Irish roustabout. His ruddy complexion and rounded features made him look like a beardless Saint Nick. He had lived in Ireland only until he was twelve, but it was long enough to pick up most of the culture. "Benny, lad! Glad you could make it!" Paddy called from behind the bar. A typical Saturday morning, the place was empty except for a couple of young men who looked like they were working off a hangover. "Set yourself down and I'll serve you your first ale of the day." Benjamin hefted himself onto a barstool and shook his head. "I think I'll have a Club Soda, Paddy. Even I can't stomach beer before noon." Shrugging, Paddy filled a tumbler from the fountain. "You're looking well. How's that foxy little wife of yours? Still willing to give head?" "Angela's off in Europe. I haven't heard from her in a while, so I guess she's busy with all the European dick she can handle." Paddy leaned over the bar to Benjamin. "You know my offer to spend some time on my boat is still good. If she's off getting fucked in Europe, you might as well get some homegrown pussy here." "Yeah," Benjamin nodded, "I suppose I'm entitled. Is Allison coming in today?" Paddy laughed heartily, knowing that the comment about homegrown pussy made Benjamin immediately think of his day waitress, Allison. "She's in the back changing into her uniform." Allison was a glamorous thirty-five year old single mother who had been working at Polly's for six years. Her two kids were old enough now to look after themselves while their mother worked. Benjamin turned towards the back hallway just as Allison walked through. Her uniform was a red French maid costume, with lacy frill around the low-cut bodice and at the hem of the mini-skirt. She beamed when she saw Benjamin and rushed up to hug him. "Benjamin, you old dog. How have you been?" She kissed him on the lips. Benjamin grabbed the back of her head and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He forced the kiss to last for a full minute. When their mouths broke apart, Allison was panting and she wiped her lips on the back of her hand. "God, you're a little frisky today, aren't you?" Benjamin smiled and sipped his soda water. "Benjamin's wife is out of town," Paddy explained to Allison. She leaned toward him again. "You poor baby. Do you want to try that again, now that I'm expecting it?" "Sure." He kissed her again. This time, her tongue meshed with his and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. When the kiss ended, Allison kept her face close to his. "There. Was that better?" "Yeah. It was great, Allison. But there's one problem." "What's that?" "You've gone and made my dick hard." Allison's eyebrows went up and she looked down at the bulge in Benjamin's trousers. "Well, well. If the truth be known, though, Ben: you made me a little damp yourself." "You two can take all the time you want," Paddy chuckled. "I can handle the customers for a while." Allison winked at Paddy and led Benjamin by the hand through the back hallway. "Let's see what I can do for you, Ben. It's been a long time." Benjamin had seduced Allison one night about five years ago. It had actually been just after his first wife had died. Benjamin supposed Allison had pitied him. Now she was offering herself again and Benjamin was wondering what the motivation was this time. Since he was nearly twice her age, he doubted she was truly turned on by him, although anything was possible. They kissed passionately. Benjamin wasted no time in unzipping her uniform and tugging it down. He was treated to her full, firm breasts, and the perfumed cleavage between. "You sure have great tits, Allison." "Thank you, Ben. Suck them for me. Suck my tits." Benjamin laved his tongue all over the cherry tipped melons. Then he popped her left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. "Yeah, Benny. Bite it. Chew on my nipple." He obliged her by biting hard on the sensitive bud of skin. She squeaked in pain, but kept writhing in his arms. She began fumbling with his belt buckle and fly. Without looking down, she managed to pull out his stiff cock and start stroking it with one curved palm. He pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. "Suck my cock, you little tramp." She slid down the front of his body until his prick was waving in her face, then guided it into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned. Benjamin happily rocked his hips back and forth as she slicked up his pole with spit. "Allison, you're a hot little slut aren't you? You like cock?" She disengaged long enough to say, "I'm your personal slut, Benny. And I love the taste of your big thick cock." "You want to swallow my cum?" "No!" She stood up and kissed him. "I mean not yet. I don't want you to cum yet. Fuck me first." She merrily stripped off her panties and bent over a chair with her skirt flipped up. Benjamin admired her flawless thighs, and the crack of her heart shaped ass. "You look like a proctologist's dream from back here," he joked. She looked back at him, frowning. "Don't get any funny ideas, mister. Just give my pussy a nice deep fuck." "You mean I can't ram my cock up your ass?" She slapped a hand over her butthole. "That's right. Don't even think about it." He approached her slowly and eased his prick into the cleft of her pussy. She was sopping wet and entry was easy. He groaned as he felt the heated pond inside her cunt. It wasn't long before he felt his innards boiling over. But he prolonged the stroking enough for her to reach an orgasm too. She thrashed wildly on the chair, biting on her own hand to stop from crying out. When they had both recovered a little, he slapped her hard on the ass and said, "You're incredible, Allison. I've never felt anything like that pussy of yours." "Did I milk you good, Benny?" she asked coyly. "Yep. It was fantastic." He zipped up and straightened out his clothes. She rearranged her uniform and used a paper towel to soak up some of the sex juice that was flowing out of her cunt. Then she slipped her panties on again and went back out to work. Robert took the Porsche over to the YMCA to get Diana after her gymnastics class. He was a little early so he decided to go into the gym and watch the cool-down exercises. It was quite a treat to be able to ogle so many glistening, taut young bodies without being called a dirty old man. He settled on a bench in the bleachers and scanned the line of sexy little girls in spandex. They were all between twelve and fourteen. Some had no breasts at all. Some had mere buds. And others, like his own daughter, sported full, rounded tits. The instructor, Lori Ames, was a secretary at Robert's company. It was also a treat to see her out of office clothes and prancing around in the tight bodysuit she was wearing. Her body was very sinewy, yet curvy in the right places. Her breasts were small, but round, pertly jiggling on her chest. She was a cute little pixie-like woman, with short brown hair and a tiny upturned nose. "Okay girls! Shake out your upper bodies, and then five laps around the gym, walking not running." When the girls set off on their laps, Lori grabbed a towel and saw Robert in the stands. She made her way up to him and sat in front of him, one step lower. "Hello, Mr. Crawford." "Hi Lori. How's Diana making out?" "She's one of my best students. But I guess she's more physically mature than some of the others. This is a difficult age group." Lori dabbed herself off with the towel while she spoke. "I noticed. Do they tease each other? I know boys are terrible for that." Lori looked out at the line of girls walking around the gym. "There are a few little bitches out there, but most of them a very supportive of each other." "Say, Lori, can I ask you a big favour?" "Sure, anything Mr. Crawford." She smiled and waited for his request. "Well, I was wondering if there was a way I could observe these little bitches in action. Just to see how they treat each other." "I'm not sure how. They're always on their best behaviour when the adults are around." Robert leaned close to Lori and put his hands on her shoulders. "Then how do you know what they act like?" She grinned. "I watch them in the changeroom and showers from my office. There's a split in the door so they forget that I'm there." "Then let me watch today." Lori giggled. "I don't think I should let you do that, Mr. Crawford. You'd see a lot more than their behaviour." "So what if I see a few little girls with their clothes off. I doubt I'll see anything I've never seen before." "Are you sure it wouldn't turn you on just a little?" He leaned in farther and whispered, "You can stand right beside me the whole time." "Yeah, so?" She poked a finger sportively at his chest. "If you get turned on you're likely to take it out on me if I'm there." She reversed her gesture and thrust her thumb at her own chest. He grinned, grabbing her gesturing hand. "Would that be so bad, Lori?" She looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "No, Mr. Crawford, I guess it wouldn't." He quickly planted a kiss on her lips. They were positioned so the girls had no clear view of the kiss, and Lori didn't pull away. He smiled and said, "Thanks, Lori." She seemed a little flustered, but she managed a strong voice to call out, "Okay girls, when you finish your laps, you're done for the week. We'll see you next Saturday." She gathered up her towel and purse and walked out of the gym. Robert followed. When they were behind the closed office door, Lori sat on the edge of her desk. "I'm still not sure this is a good idea Mr. Crawford. If the other girls' parents found out that I was giving you a free peep show..." "Are you going to tell them, Lori?" "No, of course not, Mr. Crawford. But if they find out, they're not going to understand that you just wanted to observe the girls being mean to each other." Robert smiled and put his arms around Lori's waist. He kissed her again. "Actually, Lori, I don't give a shit how they treat each other. Guess what I really want to see?" He pressed his crotch into hers. Her mouth sunk. "But your daughter is one of them!" "Yeah, well I've seen her naked, and I like what I see. I just think there should be a lot of variety in this gymnastics class." He hooked his fingers into the elastic crotch of her bodysuit. She had spandex shorts on under the suit, so Robert could not touch her directly. "How can I put this? Let's see... do you shave your pussy, Lori?" "No," she said in a small voice, unconsciously stroking his arms as he toyed with the fabric. "Don't you think men love seeing a bald pussy? It's like seeing a little girl. I just want to see the real thing. I want to see a little girl who doesn't need to shave." Lori shivered and closed her eyes. He strummed his thumb over her clit which made her shiver even more. Then he yanked down her top, revealing a sport bra that clasped in front. He undid that and marvelled at her round, firm tits. They were like two oranges, widely-spaced on her chest, and topped with large stiff nipples. "You have great tits, Lori. You should show them off more in the office. Why don't you go without a bra once in a while?" She was shaken out of her pleasant reverie. "Uh... um... because, I... I mean, no I couldn't. I always wear a bra." Then she smiled. "But thanks for the compliment." She looked down at her own bare breasts with a fresh perspective. At that moment, the first giggles and shouts from the changeroom could be heard; the girls were finished in the gym. Lori left her bra on the desk, but pulled up her bodysuit when she led Robert over to the split door. She whispered, "Look through here," and pointed to the crack in the door. Robert ogled the young girls as they started stripping out of their sticky gymsuits. Each body was slicked with sweat, and they laughed and giggled as they prepared for the showers. Robert felt his cock stiffen, and without regard for Lori, undid his pants and freed the growing pole. Lori watched as her boss's boss began masturbating right in front of her. For an older guy, he possessed a lot of youthful qualities. Physically he was quite trim and fit, but his sheer horniness and impetuosity also made him seem young. Here he was, stroking his beautiful thick cock while he watched her students in the showers. She felt a shiver of lust course through her loins. Robert felt a pair of hands roaming over his buttocks and remembered that Lori was still in the room. "Here," he commanded, pulling her to his side, "stroke my cock for me." She took the meaty tube in her hand and crouched down to share the view through the crack. It wasn't long before she realized that Mr. Crawford was not looking through the crack, but had closed his eyes and straightened up slightly. Moments later a flood of semen covered her hand and splattered against the door. She grinned and kept pumping his dick until the last trickle of cum dripped out. "Gee, Mr. Crawford," she whispered, "that was incredible." He pulled up his pants and tucked his withering, sticky penis away. "I love bald pussy. I wish Diana was still young enough to have a little hairless cunt." Lori smiled. "Why don't you ask your wife to shave hers. After all, you shouldn't be messing around with your daughter anyway." He looked at the puddle of jism forming at the bottom of the door. "It's not the same as a fresh young cunt though is it?" She shrugged. "I guess not." She thought about the times she herself had watched with fascination as the girls showered and changed. He turned to her and hugged her close. "Forget about it. I want to thank you for inviting me in here. It was great. And sorry about the mess." He looked down at the puddle again. "Don't worry about it. I'll get a rag and mop up most of it, then the Y's janitors do the floors every night anyway." Diana was probably almost finished in the change room, so he kissed Lori and turned to leave. "Can we do this again sometime?" Lori asked. He winked back at her as he walked through the door. "Soon." "Do you think my asshole is pretty, Peter?" Sharon was squatting over Peter's face and he had a close-up view of the orifice in question. It was a symmetrically puckered brown ring, with a hint of pink at the opening in the centre. The hair from her pubic area extended partially across the distance between her holes, but her buttcrack was completely hairless. All-in-all, Peter thought, she had a marvellous asshole. "Yeah, Sharon, I think you do have a pretty nice one." "Would you like to fuck it?" Peter snickered. "Where did you come up with that idea? Is there a little Greek in your family?" She spun around and put her face against his. "I read one of your magazines. I think it was called Anal Fantasy." "And it turned you on?" She grinned impishly. "A little. I want to know what it would be like." She paused and lowered her eyes. "And you could videotape us if you wanted." He reached behind her and grabbed her buttcheeks. "I'll think about it." Dinner went smoothly on Saturday night. Benjamin and Peter stared at Diana, for slightly different reasons. Colette talked the most, coaxing her father to expand the telemarketing department and start selling Crawford business products by catalogue. Anne skittered about, serving food and drinks, clearing away dishes, and generally pampering her family. Wendy helped too, and was proud of the dessert she had made. When dinner was over, Peter followed Colette up to her room. "Hey Colette," he called just before she shut her bedroom door, "can you give me some advice?" "Sure, Pete, come on in." She motioned him into her huge budoir, done up in lace and silk. Peter sniffed at the perfumed air that always seemed to permeate his sister's room. Then he flopped down in her white recliner chair. "I need to ask a really personal question. I figure you're the oldest so you're the right person to ask. I mean... I can't ask Mom and Dad." Peter hooked a finger into his collar to pull it away from his overheating neck. "But if you don't want to answer, I'll just leave it alone." "Shit, Peter, what kind of stuff are you going to ask?" "Well, it's about sex." She smiled and sat pristinely on the edge of her bed, facing him. Her stockinged legs were pressed together, but her silk blouse stretched gently across her generous bust. "I think I'll be able to handle it." "Sharon... we... well she wanted to... do it in her ass." Colette giggled. "Is that all? When you said it was a personal question I thought it would have something to do with me. Or I thought you were going to tell me that you had accidentally killed her in some bizarre sex ritual." Colette tucked her legs up onto the bed, getting comfortable. Now Peter noticed her right breast pressed her silken blouse away from her body to the side. "Anal sex can be a fabulous thing. Or it can be a nightmare. It all depends on who does it to you." "I guess I'll never know." Colette shrugged. "Don't be so sure. You have an asshole too you know." He held up his hands. "Whoa now. Hold on. I'm not letting a guy fuck me in the ass." "Okay, maybe not a guy. What about a girl with a dildo? If I were you I'd keep an open mind about these things... especially if you expect your girlfriends to." "I guess," he mumbled. "You know Peter," Colette said as she sat back up on the edge of the bed, "I never expected you to ask me something like this. I always pictured you as a bit of a wild man who was willing to try anything." "Well, I just never thought I'd find a girl who was willing to do it. I mean I've thought about it a lot." Colette smiled and leaned across to put her hands on her brother's knees. "And Sharon's the first slut who actually wants it up the ass?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Well, personally I've only been fucked in the ass a couple of times. I'm not sure how I feel about it." Colette noticed her brother's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh, come on, Peter. You didn't think I was some kind of virgin did you?" "No, I guess not. But you... I just can't picture you doing it." But he was quickly painting such a picture in his mind. He felt his cock stir. Colette giggled, and spun around on the bed until she was on all fours. "Does this help you picture it?" She threw her head back in mock ecstasy. Peter frowned. "What the hell are you trying to do?" In her skirt and blouse, Colette created a very contradictory image. She was posing like a wanton slut, but she was dressed like a librarian. She spun back down into a sitting position. "Don't be such a fucking nerd, Petey. It's not like I was trying to turn you on or something. It was a joke!" "Yeah, well next time do the joke without your office clothes on, it would be a lot funnier." He sulked in the chair, but his dick was creating an uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. "Well, I am going to take this stuff off. I'm going for a jog. You can come with me if you want. And you don't have to leave while I change, but I think it would be a good idea." She walked over to her dresser, unbuttoning her blouse. She wondered what was going through her brother's mind. Peter didn't budge. She slipped off her blouse and Peter stared at her sinewy back, flawed only by the thin straps of her bra. She twisted to the side to unbutton her skirt, smiling back at him as she did. "Are you going to go jogging with me?" "Uh, I guess I'd like to." "Yeah, we have to work off that huge dinner Mom and Wendy put together." The skirt dropped, and Colette wiggled out of her slip. "Wasn't Wendy's dessert fantastic?" "Uh-huh." Peter was becoming more uncommunicative as his sister became more undressed. He watched her bend to unhook her garter belt from the dark silk stockings. Colette rolled the stockings off and stood up. She was wearing a bra, panties and a garter belt. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what effect she was having on her brother. Another male might have seen the fullness of her breasts, the flatness of her tummy, and the slight triangular space where her thighs diverged and her panties cupped her pussy. But Peter was her brother. Could he be thinking the same things? Of course, Peter was thinking those things, and more. He was fantasizing about Colette down on all fours, begging him to fuck her up the ass. From his vantage point in the chair, Peter had witnessed Colette transform from a businesswoman into a lingerie model. The big difference that Peter noticed between most lingerie models and his sister was that Colette's tits were much bigger. For some reason, underwear catalogues sold bras without featuring their capacity. And Colette's breasts looked even larger than they actually were, because she had such a slim body. He could hardly wait to see more; it had been quite a few years since he'd seen Colette naked. "Um, Peter..." she said questioningly. "Are you going to go get changed for the jog?" She had made no move to undress further. "Well, I guess. You don't want to take anything else off in front of me?" She shrugged, but she looked a little uncomfortable. "I wouldn't mind normally. But after that discussion we just had... and you know... I noticed you had a bit of a lump in your pants. I think it would be better if you went to your own room now." He leaned forward in the chair in an attempt to hide the lump. Then he pouted. He really wanted to finish the show. "But, Colette, you're almost done, why don't you just finish changing and then I'll get changed and we can go jogging." Colette looked sideways at her brother. Why was he so interested in her body? Her ill-timed physical humour about anal sex? Could that have sparked such interest? After pondering for a moment, she smiled and shrugged. "Okay, little brother. If you get horny looking at me, I guess that's your problem." She unhooked her bra from the front and treated him to a full view of her melon-like breasts. "There. Now don't have a coronary or something. They're only boobs." Peter stared unabashedly, not even glancing at her face. If he had looked at her, he would have noticed the impish expression. Colette pulled a sports bra out of the dresser and ended the show by putting it on. She watched him as she pushed her garter belt off and stepped out of it. He was still staringþand he still had a lump in his pants. She decided to use the panties she was wearing for the jog, instead of taunting her brother any more. She would change her tampon later. Besides, Colette admitted to herself, she was getting a little too turned on to carry it any further. Peter was disappointed that his sister pulled a pair of black spandex shorts over her panties, but then he realized that he not only had a tremendous hard-on, but he was sweating and shaking a little too. It was probably for the best. Colette yanked on her red spandex tank top. It was so tight it seemed to squeak over her big tits and so small it left her midriff bare. She rummaged for some sport socks and her new L.A. Gear runners. When she was finished she looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked very athletic. The shorts were thick enough that her panties were not obvious, although she would have preferred to go without. The final touch, not because of fashion, but out of necessity, was a headband. She needed to keep her long blonde hair reasonably tidy while she ran. When she finished approving of herself in the mirror, she realized that Peter was gone. But in what seemed an impossibly short time, he was back in his jogging gear. "Let's go, sis. I can beat you to the park and back." "Don't be a goof, Peter. We're jogging, not racing." She skipped downstairs and flashed out the front door. He caught up and then rocketed past her towards Warren Park, on the outskirts of their suburb. Eventually they jogged side-by-side, but their intensity left little room for conversation. When they reached the park, Peter called a time-out. "I have to take a leak. Wait here." He jogged over to a small copse of trees. Colette jogged right behind him. "I want to watch," she said matter-of-factly. He stopped, panting heavily. "You want to what?" "Watch, silly. I want to watch you pee. I figure I deserve it after the show I gave you in my bedroom." Colette was hardly breathing deeply, and she stood upright. Peter was bent over, trying to capture extra air. "Yeah, but pissing involves my dick, and you never showed any more than your boobs. It's not like I saw your beaver or anything." Colette realized her request was shocking to Peter, but since she had seen the lump in his pants, she'd remembered how she'd seen his naked prick through the shower doors earlier in the day. She wanted to see it again. And the added thrill of him performing a private bodily function was what compelled her to actually make the request. "Okay, Peter, it's just because I don't want to be left alone. It's getting dark and this isn't the safest place for a woman to be alone at night." Her excuse worked like a charm. "Suit yourself," he said simply. Peter tugged down his shorts and aimed his cock towards the nearest tree. Colette raised a hand to cover a small gasp as the stream of yellow liquid started. She had always been turned on by the thought of men pissing. Now she was seeing it up close for the first time. She realized that the fact she was scrutinizing her brother was irrelevant. The scene made her tremble. The jog home was even quieter than the initial trip. Both siblings were thinking about the other's most intimate particulars. Sunday dawned cool and rainy, unusual for the late summer. Colette woke up and went straight down to the sauna. Robert had installed the sauna in the basement last spring, and it could accommodate ten people. Nevertheless, it was seldom used and Colette was surprised to find it occupied. Wendy was reclining naked on a towel on the upper tier of seats. "Oh, hi Wendy. I didn't expect anyone to be down here this early." "Mmmhmm. Well I got up early." Colette, who usually wore her bathing suit in the sauna, took it off this time. Then she sat on the middle tier and leaned back so her head rested against Wendy's hip. "I guess Grampa's had a pretty good weekend, huh?" Colette said. "I get the impression he really has a good time when he comes here." "Yeah. But what do you fucking expect. He's pretty much all alone. That bitch Angela sure doesn't spend much time with him." Colette felt Wendy shift to lie on her side. Now her head was leaning against Wendy's crotch. Neither sister minded. "Well," Colette thought aloud, "I'm not so sure he's not happy with the way things are with Angela. He married her for her looks." "But she doesn't even stick around long enough for him to show her off. I think she's a total bitch." Wendy toyed thoughtfully with her sister's long blonde locks. "Can you picture her and Grampa together?" "What do you mean?" "I mean Grampa climbing between her legs to dip his sausage." Wendy rolled her eyes. "Aw, gross, Colette. He's an old man." Colette looked up with a frown. "I think he's sexier than Angela is." "Well, so? Who gives a shit. Maybe that just means you're not a lesbian." Wendy let out a deep breath and lay back on the towel. "I can appreciate a sexy woman when I see one. Like, Grampa's sexier than Angela, but I would say you're sexier than Grampa." Wendy giggled. "Fuck, Colette. You are such a weirdo." Peter was on the phone with Sharon when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. He swivelled in his desk chair and called, "Come in." Diana entered and behind her came Cleopatra, her friend from school. Cleopatra was an exotic mix of Chinese, Caucasian, and African. Peter was fascinated by this rare- looking teeny-bopper. "I've got to go, babe," Peter informed Sharon and hung up unceremoniously. "Hi Peter," Cleopatra said coyly. "Hi guys. What's up?" Peter flipped on the tape deck on his stereo for some background music. Diana sat on her brother's bed, while Cleopatra wandered around, looking at Peter's collection of keepsakes. "We want you to help us make a music video," Diana explained. "You could use your video camera and your editing stuff." Peter's eyebrows went up. He had no idea that his sister was an aspiring musician. "You guys wrote a song?" "No," Diana giggled, "we didn't write one. We just want to dance for one. Cleo's in my gymnastics class at the `Y' and we thought it would be fun." "Okay," Peter nodded. "What song did you want to use?" He pulled his chair over to his CD and tape collection. Cleopatra walked over beside him. "Something with a beat. A happy song. We picked out some, but I guess you have a lot more songs than us." Peter puffed up with pride at his music collection. He turned his head to look at Cleo, and saw that as she bent over her tank top fell away from her body. He managed to position himself so that he could get a look down her top. She was braless and her dark nipples thrust up from small brown breasts. "Here's a good one," Cleo exclaimed and pulled a tape out of the rack. She conferred with Diana about the tape. "Wet Dream by the Congo Troupe?" Diana questioned. "Yeah, have you ever heard it? It's got a great beat." Peter held out his hand. "Let me put it on." They listened as the sound of a jet engine roared from the speakers. Then a small child's voice echoed eerily under what sounded like a cascade of water: Give it to me. It's mine. Give it to me. I want it. I want it. Give it to me. It's mine. A beat came up under this chanting child. Eventually a sexy woman's voice blended with and replaced the child's voice: Give it to me. It's mine. I want it. I want it. Give it to me. Yeah. Give it to me. Oh, yeah. Harder. Give it to me. I want it, baby. Give it to me. Harder. The obvious tone of the words were confirmed when the woman became orgasmic and panted out the first real verse of the song. "Start dancing, you guys," Peter said, grabbing his video camera. Cleopatra started moving to the beat and Diana got up to join her. Peter moved around, flashing the special effects switches on his camera and zooming quickly in and out to the beat. The song wound down and Cleo continued to bump up and down. Diana stopped and went back to the music collection. "I think we need something with more of a steady beat." "You guys should see the tape we just made," Peter suggested, "and see how you think we could make it better." They played it back and the girls giggled almost all the way through. When it was finished, Cleo said, "That was great! You're a good cameraman, Peter." "Thanks," he said, smirking, "but you guys should do two things to make it way better." Diana and Cleo said in unison, "What?" "I think you need costumes and I think you should listen to the lyrics. The singer is having orgasms and... well, she's getting fucked. You guys look like she's singing about the circus or something. You're way too happy." The girls were reduced to peals of laughter. Finally, Diana said, "Jeez, Peter, I guess we should pretend that we're getting fucked too, huh?" Cleo gasped and then continued giggling. "At least look sexier." Cleo and Diana looked at each other and nodded. They silently agreed with Peter's advice. Peter rewound the audio tape and pressed play again. Then he started the video camera again. "How about this... Diana, show me how you sucked that guy's cock." "What? No way!" Diana shook her head and giggled with Cleo. "Come on. Show me how you sucked that guy's cock." Cleopatra looked incredulously at Diana. "Have you really done that? With who? And how come your brother knows about it?" "Timmy Clements. It was no big deal." Diana was embarrassed, and she stared at the carpet. She also didn't mention her other escapade with Roger Pittaway because she knew how much Cleo liked Roger. "Okay, okay," Peter cried impatiently, "just do it. Cleo, you just dance in the background. Diana, the little cocksucker, can do her stuff up front." Diana was unsure of whether she liked being called a cocksucker, but she only glared at Peter through the camera. He kept filming. "What about our costumes?" Cleo asked. She seemed undeterred by Peter calling his sister lewd names. "Don't worry about that for now," Peter suggested. "Come on, Diana, let's see you do it. Be as sexy as you can." Diana tentatively formed an `O' with her mouth. Then she giggled and hid behind her hands. "No, wait..." She took a deep breath and faced the camera again. "Okay. Okay." Peter watched through the viewfinder as Diana tilted her head to one side, mouth circled, tongue flicking in and out. It was incredibly sexy. She looked like she really knew how to give a blowjob. She bobbed her head enthusiastically to the beat of the music, while Cleopatra danced in the background. As the music crescendoed, so did Diana. Her head bobbed frantically and her tongue slurped at the imaginary prick before her. She even clutched her own tits as a theatrical orgasm coursed through her. It was an incredible video. Wendy and Colette finished in the sauna and wore their towels upstairs. Colette carried her bathing suit in her hand, and felt a little silly that she ever wore it in the sauna. Wendy grabbed a robe from her room and went to Colette's to continue talking. "I wish Grampa still liked me," Wendy said, flopping down on Colette's bed. "What do you mean?" Colette took off the towel and combed her hair in front of her mirror. Her whole naked body was still covered in a sheen of sweat. "He used to always stare at me and spend time talking to me. Now it looks like he's got a thing for Diana." Colette frowned. "I thought you were just saying how you thought he was gross because he's so old." Shrugging, the younger sister said, "Well... it's just that I never get any attention from Daddy, and Grampa's like the next best thing." "My God, Wendy, you sound like a little fucking brat. What kind of attention do you want from them anyway?" She shrugged again. "Jeez, Colette, I don't know. I guess I notice how they look at you. They spend lots of time talking to you. I mean Dad does because of the business, but Grampa just seems to like you." Colette sat beside Wendy on the bed. "If it makes you feel any better, I felt a little jealous when I noticed Grampa was staring at Diana all through dinner last night." "I don't understand that. I always thought he was staring at you because of your tits... but Diana's tits are hardly there yet and he was staring at her." Colette was silent. She looked down at her bare breasts, proud of the way the large globes flared out from her chest. Wendy poked her sister's arm. "Do you agree? He was looking at them before wasn't he?" The stunning older girl leaned out on one elbow. "I guess all guys like tits. Sometimes I wish they'd look at the rest of me instead of just my boobs." Wendy giggled. "But you always wear stuff that really shows those things off. Even I stare a little." "You? I thought you said I was weird for saying you were sexy. Why would you stare at my tits?" Colette was smiling. "It's not... like an obsession or something. I just can't help notice them most of the time. Sometimes you dress like such a slut." "I like dressing like a slut once in a while, but I want people to notice other parts of my body too." But she cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed them for closer inspection. "What's so good about my tits anyway?" Wendy watched the compressed flesh of her sister's mammaries keenly. She opened her own robe to make a mental comparison. She decided that Colette's breasts were larger, rounder, and had better-defined nipples. Yet she also realized that her own breasts were quite good too. She held her left breast in her left hand and traced a line down the slope with her right forefinger. She ended the self-caress with a loop around her nipple. "See?" Colette gestured, "yours are just as nice." "Colette, have you ever let a guy cum on your tits?" Wendy asked dreamily. The movement of her forefinger had reminded her of viscous liquid dripping down her tits, although she had never let a guy cum there before. This was as personal as Peter's anal sex questions, and Colette wondered why she was suddenly the sexual expert in the family. "You mean cum, as in cumshot?" Wendy sneered, "No, as in `Come on in!' Of course as in cumshot, as in semen, as in sperm... you get it?" "Actually," Colette started giggling, "I get it as much as I can!" She burst into gales of laughter, rolling back and forth on the bed. Wendy watched with slight amusement marked on her face, then she said "Very funny, Colette. Did you ever get any on your tits?" "Yeah, I guess. I suppose I've had it everywhere." Wendy looked fascinated. "God, that's so amazing. What did it feel like? Was it hot?" Her older, more experienced sister just shrugged. "I think it feels great. But you should find out for yourself. There are plenty of guys who'd love to cum all over your hot little body." Wendy shuddered with excitement. "Really?" Colette reached out with both hands and grabbed her sister's tits. "These? Are you kidding? My boyfriend Aaron used to always talk about you. He used to tease me by saying he'd ask you to join us in bed one night." She was still holding Wendy's breasts. Wendy put her own hands over Colette's grasping fingers. "You're hurting my boobs." Colette was surprised. "This hurts?" She twisted her grip slightly. "Does that?" Wendy winced, but made no move to pull her sister's hands away. "Yeah, a little. I think my tits are more sensitive than yours." The older girl thrust her chest forward, accepting what sounded like a challenge. "Go ahead and squeeze. I think mine are just as sensitive as yours, but I'm just not such a suck about it." Wendy moved her hands to Colette's breasts and ruthlessly squeezed, twisted and stretched. Colette squealed and looked down at the red welts left by Wendy's hands. "Fuck, you bitch, that really hurt. I should rip yours right off for that." But instead, Colette's hands left her sister's breasts and moved to comfort her own. "Jeez, I'm sorry, sis. You said you could take it." She felt bad when she too saw the red marks. "It's okay," Colette smiled. "It's good training for some of the guys out there who seem like they want to take your tits home and leave the rest of you on the bed." They laughed about that and eventually got dressed, swapping clothes from each other's bedrooms for variety. Robert Crawford woke up the next morning at five-thirty. He wanted to get into the office early since he had taken the previous Friday off. Anne was still asleep beside him and he ogled her partially covered body before he stepped into the shower. He dressed quietly and tiptoed out of the room. Diana was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of oatmeal and reading a glamour magazine. Her robe was open and Robert was treated to an enticing view of his youngest daughter's blossoming body. When she saw him come in she non-chalantly tied up her robe and continued reading. "Don't you say `Hello' or `Good morning' anymore," Robert asked. With a mouthful of oatmeal, she mumbled, "Sorry Dad. Good morning." "Snotty little bitch," he muttered. "Hey, Daddy, be nice. I really am sorry." She stood up and came over to where he stood at the counter. "Okay, I guess I can forgive you." His eyes roamed lustfully down the front of her robe. "I still think you're a little bitch though." "Daddy!" Diana looked genuinely hurt. He smiled. "It's not always a bad thing to be called a bitch. Women need to understand that men love to call them names, but it doesn't mean we don't love them. Heck, you're getting to be such a woman I might as well start getting you used to it." He was having fun shocking her. Diana thought about it and then smiled herself. "Okay, Daddy, I guess calling me a bitch is okay as long as you're not being mean." Again, his eyes wandered down her nubile young body. "Don't the boys at school ever call you names?" "Yeah." She crossed her arms tentatively over her chest, a little embarrassed by her father's gaze. "But they're stupid idiots. They don't even know the meaning of half the words they use." "Do you ever get called a `cunt'?" She wavered before answering. "Daddy, that's a filthy word." "Diana, it's just a word. You're old enough that you'll probably be called a cunt once in a while. I don't think you should be shocked by it." She looked skeptical, but admitted, "The boys have used that word. But they usually just call me a slut." Robert's cock, which had stiffened slightly ever since he had seen his daughter's uncovered form, now leapt into rock hardness. "Slut? Why would they call you that?" "That's enough, Daddy. I don't want to talk about it anymore." She picked up her magazine and turned to leave. As an afterthought she said over her shoulder, "But don't worry, Daddy, I'm still a virgin." Crawford Enterprises Inc. was quiet at dawn on a Monday morning. Most of the city around it was quiet too. Then Robert Crawford's big sedan rumbled into its parking spot underneath the Mitsumi building. Silence returned when Robert cut the engine. He sat there for a moment and looked down into his lap. His cock was still hard from his encounter with his youngest daughter. My God, she was growing up quickly. He recalled the first time he had noticed Colette's young body sprouting into incredible womanhood. He had purposely taken an extended business trip at the time to avoid the temptation she presented. Wendy had not been so bad. She generally didn't spend too much time around the house, and when she did she was well-covered. Diana shared Colette's penchant for waltzing around semi- clad. It was tough for Robert to take. Finally he felt his erection had subsided sufficiently and he went up to his forty-first floor office. Emily Treville, his executive assistant, was already at her desk, sipping coffee and reading a financial newspaper. She looked sophisticated and sexy in her business attire. She was a young black woman that Robert had hired three years agoþright out of her MBA program at Ridgemont University. He admitted to himself that he had hired her as much for her exotic beauty as her experience and credentials. Today she was wearing a severe black suit with shoulder pads big enough for a linebacker. Her gauzy creme blouse revealed the lace of her camisole beneath. She had her normally flowing black locks pulled tightly into a bun. "Wow, Emily, you sure look professional today," he commented. "Job hunting?" "Mr. Crawford, that's a terrible thing to say. I'm very happy working here." She stood up and followed Robert into his office. "I'm actually presenting a new marketing plan for Teresa. She had to fly down to Houston for a product launch that your Vice-President of Product Development moved up by a week." "I sense you're a little pissed off about that." "I'm not, but Teresa is. She is a nut about timetables. They were all freaking out on Friday, but I wouldn't let them call you at home, so I guess they figured it out for themselves. It helped when I volunteered to do the marketing presentation." "Well, fuck... it makes sense. I watched you guys work on it and you did just as much as anyone in the marketing department. You feel comfortable presenting to the sales guys?" "Sure... why?" "They can be pigs. You're dressed well, but they can still treat a woman like a tramp even when she's obviously being a professional." Emily smiled and took off the suit jacket. "I figure if they can't handle it, they better get off the train." Robert looked across her chest and up to her stunning black face. "I hope you can handle it too. If they start hooting and hollering about your tits when you take off your jacket like that, I don't want to hear about it. But..." Robert moved close to her. "If there's a single racial remark I want to know and I'll kick the fucker out the door personally." She grinned and hugged him. "Thanks Robert. So if they call me a whore I grin and bear it, but if they call me a nigger whore I have the right to squeal, right?" "Squeal like a pig!" He laughed and put his hands down on her taut buttcheeks. "You know, Emily, this is the first time you've gotten so close to me." She raised her arms up around his neck. "Is it a problem for you, boss?" "Not a bit, as long as it doesn't stop with just a hug." She pressed her hips into him and raised her lips to his. "I think we can go much further than just a hug." They pressed lip to lip and entwined their tongues. Robert's hard-on returned. Feeling the lump form in his trousers, Emily moved one hand down to check it out. "Wow, Robert. If a kiss gets you this hard, I can't wait to see what happens next." He broke away and closed his office door. He was still several feet away from her when he said, "What is going to happen next, Emily." "I think you're the boss. Make an executive decision." "Okay, take off your clothes." She grinned and immediately started unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled that off and unzipped her skirt. When that fell to the floor she stood there for a moment in her camisole, bra, panties, garter, stockings, and spiked heels. She spun around like a model and giggled. "How's that, Robert?" "Great." He locked the office door and sat down on the edge of an armchair in the corner. "Did you do any modelling to get through school?" She sniffed and covered her mouth coyly with one hand. "No, I would have put that on my resume. You know I worked at a Burger King. I was the general manager by the time I left." "Okay, Miss Burger King. Let's see those juicy whoppers you've got under that fine lingerie." Shaking her head at the unsexy pun, Emily pulled off the camisole and undid her bra. Robert swallowed hard when he saw the huge black aureolae. Her tits were firm chocolate melons, but their tips were certainly the most impressive parts. Her nipples stood up like cigar stubs. When she was completely naked, her clothes in a jumbled heap at the foot of Robert's desk, she slinked over to him. "Are you just going to look, Robert?" He stood up quickly and moved away. "For now, I think I will just look. Lie down on the carpet and put on a show for me." She started to lie down. "What kind of show?" "Finger-fuck yourself." She shrugged and proceeded to run her hands over her body, moaning and humming with pleasure. She finally spread her legs and slipped one finger quickly through her moist crevice. "Look at me, Emily," Robert commanded. She looked up to see that her boss had pulled out his prick and was stroking it above her. It was a beautiful cock, veiny and strong-looking. She was impressed by the vitality and youth he projected. "Keep stroking it, Robert. You can cum on me if you want. But I'd rather feel that thing inside me." "Wow," Robert exclaimed, "you're a bit of a slut aren't you?" Her response was a flick of her tongue and bump of her hips. Then she started diddling herself with abandon. He stripped and knelt down beside her prone body, still pumping his shaft. "You've been sitting out there at that desk all this time and you never came into my office to give me some of this." He grabbed the closest tit demonstratively. "Did you ever smell pussy out there? I used to shove my hand into my panties when you were in here. I wanted you to ask me for a long time." They masturbated in silence for a while, occasionally reaching to each other for a fleeting grope. "What are you thinking about, Robert?" He grinned. "Okay, now that we've gone this far here's a question for you: Do you like assfucking?" She nodded and puckered her lips. "Oooo, yeah. I love it in the ass. My boyfriend thinks it's gross, so I don't get it very much. But, I really like it kinky." He decided to go for broke. "What about water sports? Are you into golden showers?" She thought for a moment, still masturbating furiously. "I've never tried it, but I've thought about it before. Are you into getting them or giving them?" Robert shrugged. "I've never tried either. I just wondered. I guess I'd try both ways." She stopped fingering herself and reached up to stroke his cock. "Okay, Robert, while we're testing the limits of our sexual experience, have you ever done it with a minor?" "A girl under sixteen?" "Or a boy... but I guess that's a separate question." Robert stopped her from stroking his cock. He shifted around and positioned himself between her legs. She reached down and grabbed his cock again. He let her guide him into her boiling cunt. "Oooo," she mewled. "That's nice." "Yeah," he grunted. "Fuck it's hot." When he got into a steady rhythm, she repeated her question. "So have you done it with a minor?" "Yeah... I guess the youngest girl was twelve. I was on vacation in Bangkok in the seventies. It was kind of the thing to do." "Did she have a sweet little pussy?" Robert hunkered down and started fucking Emily harder. How did she zero in on his current fantasy so quickly? "Very sweet." She kissed him hungrily. Then she moaned, "Robert... when you cum, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your juice." He was sweating and grunting, close to orgasm. He heaved himself off of her and leaned back on his knees. "Come and get it, bitch." She scrambled up mouth first to his cock. She had hardly sealed her lips around the jerking head when the first stream of semen rushed out. Her gullet worked fervently and she swallowed the entire load. When she sensed he was finished, she lapped off the excess with long strokes of her tongue, then nuzzled into the sweaty place where his balls touched his thighs. "I guess we'd better get back to work," Robert suggested. She reluctantly got up and started putting her clothes back on. He sat back on the armchair and watched. His flaccid cock hung onto the upholstery and left a sticky trail. "You know Robert," she said as she fixed her stockings and garter belt, "my cousin Yvette would be very interested in you. And you'd probably be interested in her. She is a model... and she's only fourteen." Robert chortled. "You'd trust her with an old pervert like me?" He started assembling his own attire. "Well, I know you'll treat her nice. Besides, my Uncle was the one who told me, `old enough to pee old enough for me.' I'm sure he's tried her out." "Used merchandise? What are you trying to sell me here?" He smiled crookedly at her. Smoothing out her skirt, Emily feigned a sneer at him. "You're pretty picky about the pussy you get aren't you?" "Nothing but the best, baby." He hugged her close to him again. "That's why I picked you." She grinned and kissed him. He could taste his own semen lingering in her mouth. It was the first time he had tasted it and it wasn't as bad as he had expected. "You're a sweetheart," she said, smoothing an open palm against his cheek. "And now I know that you're a great boss and a great lay." "Take the rest of the morning off so you can freshen up for the presentation this afternoon." He patted her ass playfully. "Great, thanks." They kissed again before she went back to her desk. Peter was surprised when his grandfather had suggested they meet at Polly's on Monday night to watch the football game. He was sorry to miss a night of potential anal sex with Sharon, but he decided she was usually hornier when he made her wait. Besides, he hadn't spent much time with his grandfather lately. When Peter arrived the place was pretty empty so it was easy to spot his grandfather at a booth in the corner. He was chatting with an attractive woman in a red waitressing uniform. But she was sitting at the booth with Benjamin, not serving him. Peter approached the table, the woman stood up and pulled out her notepad. Apparently she really was the waitress. "You must be Peter," she beamed. "I'm Allison." "Hi." He shook the hand that she extended to him. "A round for us right away, toots," Peter's grandfather called out. "Yes sir." She trotted off to the bar and busied herself with pouring a couple of large drafts. Peter slid into the booth across from his grandfather. "Do you know her, Gramp?" "Yeah. We've been friends for a few years." "Great looking woman," Peter commented. "Yeah. Nice firm tits, that's for sure. Paddy gets the waitresses in this place to wear those uniforms that really give you an idea of what the bitch looks like. And not many of them look as good as Allison." Allison skated back to the booth with her tray held high. Then she carefully placed the glasses down. "Enjoy the game, gentlemen. Just snap your fingers if you need anything." Suddenly she straightened up in surprise. Peter noticed that his grandfather had insinuated a hand up the back of Allison's dress. She slowly and deliberately pushed his hand away from her butt. "Don't be naughty, Benny." "I thought you liked it when I'm naughty," he chuckled. "Not in front of the boy," she informed him. Peter winced a little at being referred to as `the boy'. Benjamin noticed the discomfort. "Allison, I think you should apologize to Peter. He's as much of a man as you could handle. Right lad?" He winked at Peter. Peter puffed up a little and said, "Well, I'm sure not a boy anymore." Benjamin's hand returned to Allison's ass, his fingers insinuating their way past the elastic of her panties. This time she did not stop him, but looked over her shoulder to see if anyone had noticed. No one had. "Well, my apologies, Peter. Are you saying that you really are as much of a man as you grandpa?" Peter blushed. "Well... from what I've heard, I'd have to be quite a guy." It was Benjamin's turn to blush slightly. He quickly recovered to his blustery old self by saying, "Hell, folks, all this talk's giving me a chubby." The he lowered his voice and said to Allison, "Not to mention dipping my finger into your sweet little asshole, my dear." She swatted at him, "Oh Benny, be quiet. You don't have to tell Peter that your finger is up my ass." Peter smiled and craned his head down and over to see up her skirt. Sure enough, his grandfather's hand had pushed her panties to one side and was pressing into the cleft of her butt. He sat up and grinned at Allison. "His finger really is up your... ass?" She giggled. "What's wrong, Peter? Are you shocked that I'd let him?" He shrugged. "Geez, I guess not... but this is a restaurant and everything." "You're absolutely right, Peter," Benjamin said, quaffing back the last of his beer. "Let's move this party into the back room." They went into the back and Allison dawdled for a moment at the door. "Can I bring back some more beer for you guys?" "Yeah, that would be great." Peter finished off his first beer and looked around the room which served as an office and a miscellaneous storage room. "Allison is a fine little philly isn't she, Pete?" "Yeah, Gramp, she's a sexy woman. I can't believe she let you finger her ass like that." "Do you think you'd like to fuck the bitch, Pete?" Peter whirled around to look at the sincerity of his grandfather's question. "You really think she'd want to?" "Come on, lad... did you see the way she was looking at you? She wants a piece of your young prong something fierce." Peter noticed the huge lump in his grandfather's pants. "Geez, Gramp, you're sure steaming ahead aren't you?" "Come here for a second, Pete." Benjamin motioned Peter towards him in a conspiratorial way. When his grandson was close enough, he put one arm around his shoulder and whispered, "Take out your cock, lad. Let me see what you've got to offer her." Peter felt a little self conscious, but decided there was no harm in exposing his semi-stiff prick. Even if Allison came back, she was likely to enjoy the sight. He unzipped his jeans and extracted his fleshy tool. He felt proud to let his grandfather see his naked prick in this aroused condition. He was really a man now. But the feeling of pride turned to shock when Benjamin grasped his grandson's prick and squeezed gently. "That's a great piece of equipment, lad. Do you mind?" Peter was speechless. The feeling of his grandfather's hand on his prick was bizarre. He felt a mixture of nausea and excitement. His knees were weak. Benjamin moved his hand slowly back and forth. Peter's cock was not withering. In fact it had grown larger. That was a good sign, thought Benjamin, the lad was not completely adverse to the idea of being touched by another man. "Your prick is getting bigger, Pete. Are you some kind of a fag?" "N-no..." he stammered. "It just feels weird." Allison returned with the beers and Peter turned away from her, embarrassed at the situation he'd been discovered in. She walked up to the pair and said, "If you gentlemen want to be alone, I'd understand, but I'd kind of like to watch." "Sure," Benjamin said quietly. "Pete was just telling me that he's not a fag. What do you think, Allison?" "Don't be mean, Benny. Just keep jerking his beautiful prick for me." Benjamin returned to his task. Peter hid his face in his hands but the slight humping action in his hips belied his true feelings. Allison quickly slipped our of her red French maid uniform and then started undoing Peter's clothes. "Let's take off all this stuff, okay Peter?" Peter looked out from behind his hands and smiled at her. "Yeah, I think that would be better," he said tremulously. When she had taken off all of his clothes, she stood up and whispered in his ear, "Doesn't it feel good to have your grandpa do that for you?" He nodded quickly, but remained silent. "Have you ever had a man touch you like that?" He shook his head. "Do you think you'd like to touch your grandfather's cock just like he's touching yours?" Peter looked at her with a desperate expression. His confusion was deep. "That's okay, sweetheart. I'll work on your grandfather. You just relax and enjoy yourself." "Um," Peter muttered, "can I... can I do you later?" "Do me? How would you like to do me?" "I... I don't know. I guess a screw or something." At that moment Peter felt something wet and warm on his cock. He looked down and almost passed out when he saw his grandfather's face framing his cock. Oh God, he thought, his grandfather was sucking itþand it actually felt good. "There, there," Allison cooed in his ear. "It feels good doesn't it?" Peter groaned, partly out of frustration and partly out of arousal. "Yeah, sure it does. It's just like your girlfriend sucking on it, right?" "Uh-huh," Pete managed. "You can cum if you want," Allison suggested. Benjamin stopped slurping long enough to agree, "Yeah, what the fuck, kid, unload in my mouth if you want." "I'm going to kneel down for a minute, Pete," Allison said. "Just pull me up by the hair if you need me." Pete felt like he would need her again. Her encouragement was comforting. But when he realized why she was kneeling down, he tried to brace himself. He felt her breath against his asscheeks. Was she was going to lick his asshole? He hoped so. Sure enough, Allison pried Peter's buttcheeks apart and snaked her tongue into his sweaty crack. He relaxed his anus as much as he could so she could slip her tongue all the way in. Getting oral stimulation from both sides was a very intense experience. Peter felt himself start to cum, but he tried to hold off. He had to warn his grandfather. "Gramp," he grunted, "I think I'm cumming." Undeterred, Benjamin slurped away, anxiously awaiting a gusher from his grandson. It had been several years since he had tasted another man's semen. Allison excitedly doubled her efforts on the kid's musky anus. She was enjoying this kinky scene, and it was ages since she had administered a rimjob to such a deserving young man. Peter finally let himself go. He slumped slightly as he flooded his grandfather's mouth with spunk. The older man gulped and swallowed feverishly. The trio split apart. Peter sank into the cushiony chair by the desk and watched Allison kiss his grandfather. Peter realized that in their kiss they were sharing the taste of his asshole and semen. He winced a little at the implication of that. As Allison undressed his grandfather, Peter marvelled at the good shape the old man was in. He actually looked as good as Peter's father, who was youthful himself. And Peter was a little disturbed at how long he found himself staring at his grandfather's erect cock. Its veiny shaft rising out of a dark grey bush of pubic hair seemed sexy in some strange way. It was fascinating for Peter to watch as Allison got on all fours and begged Benjamin to fuck her. Peter watched intently as that sturdy prick was enveloped by the meaty folds of Allison's pussy. The rutting pair humped away, slinging lewd urgings back and forth to each other. Finally Benjamin quickened his pace and Allison bucked harder against him. They were getting off in unison. When they collapsed in a sweaty heap, Peter put his clothes back on. He snuck out of the restaurant and took a taxi home. Robert approached his wife with an idea that Emily had given to him as he left the office the previous evening. "Why don't you get away," she had said. "Rent an RV and go up to the mountains. Your whole family would probably like the break." So Robert had called up a few places and found one that was willing to rent him a 33-foot motorhome on short notice. The guy on the phone guaranteed that the thing would sleep eight comfortably. Anne was thrilled. "That's a fantastic idea. I think the kids would love to have a real summer vacation for once." "Okay, let's do it." He kissed her and gave her butt a little squeeze. "Uh, what about Colette?" "She can come too." "Are you going to give her the time off?" "I'll talk to the marketing people today. They owe me a favour anyway. Emily had to cover for their fuck-up yesterday. She's a doll." Anne suspected that Emily had become more than an executive assistant recently. She admired her husband's infinite ability to seduce younger women. It made her horny and proud all at the same time. "And Emily can probably cover for you and Colette while we're gone, right? Unless you're going to invite her too." She smiled slyly at him. "Gimme a break. She'll do a fine job covering. Let's just make it a family trip." The following Saturday, Diana went to her gymnastics class while the rest of the family packed the RV and prepared for their two-week trip. They were ready just as it was time to pick Diana up, so they all piled in the RV and drove up to the YMCA. Robert hopped out and hustled inside. He was hoping to see Lori alone for a minute, but Anne was right behind him. "What's the hurry, sweetheart?" she asked. "Diana won't even be started changing yet." "Well, I wanted to talk to Miss Ames. She'll need to excuse Diana from next week's class." They went in together to Lori's office. Robert glanced over at the split door that he had coated with his slime the previous week. Lori played it cool. "Mr. and Mrs. Crawford. Nice to see you." But Robert couldn't make the charade last just for Anne. He knew she didn't mind his dalliances, but he usually tried to be subtle about it. Now, he hugged Lori and kissed her on the lips. "Nice to see you too, slut." Anne giggled. "Um..." Lori was thrown off completely. She extricated herself from Robert embrace and moved behind her desk for protection. "You'll be happy to know that Diana's doing very well. She did a full somersault dismount from the horse today." Anne put her arm around Robert's waist. "I think you embarrassed her, honey." "Lori, are you embarrassed?" Robert asked her. She looked up and smiled at this kinky couple. "No, I guess not. But last week I let your husband look through the peephole at the little girls changing. I'm not sure that was such a good idea." Anne laughed. "Robert, you dirty old man. Were you looking at all the little girls?" He nodded and frowned at Lori for letting that one out of the bag. "I guess my husband's a bit of a pervert, Lori. You'll have to forgive him." Anne wandered over to the split door and peeped through herself. Several young girls were visible they were in various states of nudity. Anne stood up and went behind the desk with Lori. "You've got to admit, though, any man would be tempted by the sight of all that young female flesh." Lori smiled and shrugged. "I guess, but they're just little girls and I felt bad about letting him watch." "She means she feels bad about jerking me off while I watched," Robert clarified. Anne whispered to Lori, "He makes me do that all the time. Isn't it amazing how much sperm he shoots out?" Lori looked uncomfortable, but she managed to agree, "Yeah, he made quite a mess." "Ask her to show you her tits," Robert suggested. Lori looked shocked. "No way." Anne whispered to her. "Come on, let me see what turned my husband on so much. Show me your fucking tits." She grabbed Lori's right breast and massaged it roughly. Lori winced. "Don't. Please don't." Ignoring her pleas, Anne started to pull up Lori's t-shirt. "Let's see them, you little slut." Robert was grinning. His wife had never been this co- operative before. His honesty had paid off. "Way to go honey. Make the slut do it." Lori's t-shirt was pulled over her head. Just as Anne slipped her bra off, Diana and Cleopatra appeared at the office door. Robert was the first to recover, despite his hard-on. "Hi, sweetheart. Ready to get going?" "Yeah, sure." She looked at Miss Ames and her mother. "What's going on, Mom?" "I was just checking out Lori's bra. Your father wasn't supposed to be watching." Lori smiled weakly and threw her t-shirt back on. "Okay," Diana shrugged. "Let's go." Anne led Cleo and Diana down the hall and Robert hung back to speak to Lori. "That was fun, huh, Lori?" She shook her head. "You're a bastard. You never told me your wife was a dyke." Robert laughed. "She's not a dyke. She just appreciates a sexy person. And you're one of the sexiest bitches we've seen." Lori was comforted a little by that. "Okay, but you guys sure know how to gang up on someone." "You're just pissed off because you didn't get me in trouble like you thought you would." He smiled and fondled one of her braless tits. She looked down at his hand on her breast. "So you're going to keep your daughter in the class, even though you think I'm such a slut?" "She could learn a lot from you. Hell, a full somersault dismount might be applied in a whole new way." She laughed at that. "By the way, she won't be in next week; we're going on vacation for a couple of weeks." "Sure," she nodded and pursed her lips. "See you then," he said. He left without kissing her. They drove for five hours and that put them deep in the country within sight of the mountains. Anne suggested they pull off and make camp for the night. "We can't go all the way in one night." "Yes you can, Mom," Colette quipped. "Very funny you!" They all giggled. "Now, we've got to figure out our sleeping arrangements." Anne started looking around and gauging how they could all `sleep comfortably' as the brochure promised. Diana pulled open the curtains above the driver's cab. "I can sleep up here." "Okay then, I guess the rest of you kids can sleep in the back room and Mom and Dad get this double bed." The double-bed she was referring to was actually the dining table, which was ingeniously convertable. The RV had one washroom, so preparation for bed was a long drawn-out process. Finally Colette got impatient and stripped in the main room, washed herself with a cloth at the kitchen sink and waltzed back to the enclosed room with two bunk beds at the back of the vehicle. Robert watched his sexy daughter with amusement and lust. Peter, who had been waiting in the back, didn't see Colette until she flipped open the accordion door to their room. She smiled when she saw his fixed gaze. "Oh, Peter, get used to seeing me naked. I'll be damned if I'll wait for that fucking washroom every night. Wendy takes forever." She pulled a t-shirt out of the closet near her bed and put it on. Peter ogled her breasts anyway. Their shape seemed even more sensual through the thin cotton. Colette climbed into her bed, across from Peter's on the lower level. Peter glimpsed the dark crevice of her ass as she slipped under the covers. "Don't you need to piss before you go to sleep?" he asked incredulously. She smiled at him. "We're on vacation. I thought I'd try wetting the bed for tonight." For a second he thought she was serious, then he saw the smile creep into her expression. He threw his pillow at her. "Very funny." She threw the pillow back and came at him with her own pillow. She managed to pin him in his bed before he could react. Then she climbed up and straddled him to stablize her pin. Her bare pussy was touching his bare chest. When he felt that furry heat contact his chest, he stopped struggling. "Hah, you give up too easy!" she taunted. "I could kill you right now with a single blow to the throat." "Fuck, Colette, you watch too many ninja movies." Peter put his hands on her thighs. "And you watch too many porno movies." She firmly took his hands off her thighs, but seemed oblivious to the fact that her cunt was pressed against his bare skin. He stared down blatantly and she realized he was looking at her splayed pussy. She pulled the t-shirt down to block his view. But then she rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing the moist lips onto his chest. Peter smiled. "Keep doing that." She giggled. "You think you can make me get all hot and excited?" "Move down and we'll see." She did slide down a little. "Keep going." She smiled and ground her hips against him. "You're terrible, you know." "Move farther down." She was on his stomach now. "What are you doing back there?" She looked over her shoulder and saw Peter pushing the sheets down, exposing his underwear-clad lower body. His cock was noticeably hard in the briefs. "Just getting your surprise ready." He grinned up at her. "You're a pig." "You don't want to know what it's like? I've always thought about you." She shrugged and patted his chest affectionately. "You're a great brother, Peter. But I think we should stop right here." "Just move down a little farther. Please?" He looked so cute and vulnerable she slid down dangerously close to the tip of his prick. He was still fidgeting around behind her and she assumed he was trying to lower his underwear. When he stopped moving she slid further down and gasped when she felt the head of his steely cock spread her pussy lips apart. "There," he said, beaming with victory. Then he inched his hips up towards her, pressing his shaft harder against the moist lips. He noticed her nipples become erect under the t- shirt. Colette started shaking. "Can I put it in you?" he asked anxiously. She sighed in resignation. She could no longer resist her own strong temptations. "Okay, hurry up, before Wendy comes in." He grabbed her ass with one hand and guided his prick with the other. He moaned as it slid easily into her sopping wet pussy. "Wow, is that ever hot." She moved her hips, savouring the actual feeling and the incredible sinfulness of fucking her brother. "We're going to get caught," she whispered. "Just let me cum, then you can go back to your bed." She frowned. "Are you a quick shooter? Most guys take a while to cum." She leaned close to him and pulled the covers over their loins in case Wendy came in. "Hurry up, then." Peter grinned and used short quick strokes to try to inconspicuously bring himself off. He was worried about rocking the vehicle too much. "Can you kiss me?" She frowned again. "No! Just hurry up and cum." He kept up his strokes but pleaded, "Come on, Colette, you can't let me fuck you and not kiss me." He paused and came up with an idea. "At least spit in my mouth." That intrigued her. "Spit in your mouth? Why?" "Well, if you were to kiss me, I'd be able to taste your spit. I want the next best thing." She looked sideways at him, then smiled and pursed her lips above his. A thin string of saliva formed and dangled between them. Peter eagerly licked it into his mouth. It was just as sweet as he had imagined. He grabbed one of her tits and put his other hand behind her neck to pull her close. He was going to get his kiss anyway. She resisted for only a moment, then sensuously returned his kiss. Wendy opened the accordion door just as they broke the kiss. Peter stopped moving his hips. Colette pretended she was fighting with him. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" Wendy smirked. "This little bastard threw his pillow at me. I'm just teaching him a lesson." "It stinks in here," she said matter-of-factly. Then she flipped off the covers and saw their engaged genitals. "Oh my God! How much of a slut are you Colette? He's our brother!" "Shh! Mom and Dad will hear you," Colette pleaded. She moved up and off of Peter's cock. It wetly slapped against his stomach and Wendy was transfixed by the sight. "I can't believe you were actually doing it." She shook her head. "God, how could you?" "Look at him, Wendy!" Colette implored. "Tell me you haven't thought about it before." Peter appreciated the attention from these two sexy women, even though they were his sisters. In a way it seemed to offset the attention his grandfather had given him earlier in the week. He moved into a Playgirl style pose, giving them a completely sexy picture. Wendy cleared her throat and tilted her head to one side. "Okay, Peter. Give me a break. Cover it up." "Why, are you getting horny?" he taunted. Colette snickered. She pulled off her t-shirt and sat on the bed across from Peter, behind her sister. From there she could tantalize him without Wendy seeing her. She started by sucking her own left nipple. Wendy put her fists on her hips. "I'm not getting horny, Peter. I might be getting sick, but not horny. Put it away, you pig." She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. "Don't you want to suck it first?" Peter asked, looking across at Colette's antics on the opposite bed. Colette looked up, and although her mouth was still sealed to her nipple, she smiled at him with her eyes. "Oh my God! You're sick. I don't want either of you to talk to me for the rest of the trip." She climbed up the stepladder to the upper bunk and closed the privacy curtain. Colette and Peter broke into suppressed giggles. She went back over to his bed, which was directly under where Wendy had cloistered herself. "Where were we?" Colette whispered as she slipped under the covers with Peter. "You were on top and I was inside you," he whispered back. She kissed him. "And you were just about to cum, weren't you?" "Yup, but I think it'll take a while to get it back." "That's okay... I think if we're quiet we have all the time in the world." She fondled his semi-stiff cock. "By the way, remind me to go to the washroom before I go to sleep. I really need to pee now." She giggled and bit her lower lip. "Can we still fuck?" "Sure. I can hold it for a while. Don't worry, I won't pee on you." "That wouldn't be so bad, you know." She smiled. "Oh, you like that do you? You're a kinky little guy aren't you?" She kissed him again. "Are you talking about golden showers?" Peter wanted to be sure she was thinking the same thing he was. "Yeah, when you pee on someone that's what they call it, right?" He grinned and nodded. Then he whispered even quieter. "Do you need to shit too?" He looked up coyly. Her eyebrows flew up. But she was still smiling. "Why? You don't want me to shit on you too, do you?" He shrugged. "I was thinking more of assfucking like we were talking about in your room last week." "You want to fuck me in the ass?" Peter kissed her on the cheek. "I'm just thinking of all the things we could do." She giggled again. "We don't have to do them all in one night, silly." He smiled and realized that implied an ongoing relationship. She was his sister, yet he was happy that this was not going to be a one night stand. They fell asleep talking. Colette never did relieve herself and Peter never did cum. In the morning they were awakened by Wendy shaking them. "Wake up, you guys." They groggily looked up at her. For a moment Colette was confused about being in bed naked with her brother. Then she smiled and muttered at Wendy, "I thought you weren't going to talk to us for the rest of the vacation." "Shut up, Colette. Mom and Dad want you to wake up so we can go for a hike before we start driving again. And you guys are so lucky I woke up first and stopped them from coming back here to wake you up themselves." Wendy hauled a small canvas bag out of her closet and started stuffing things into it. Colette made a face at Wendy and whispered to Peter, "I'm going to go pee. Don't let her be too much of a bitch." 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