Message-ID: <19384eli$9901270426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: TheEditor Subject: NEW Stepmother's Lover 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: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these stories. I can only be ... "TheEditor". Stepmother's Lover by John C. Douglas Chapter 1 Dorothy Morgan glared at her stepson with angry green eyes as she listened to the Lawyer's cracked voice destroy the hope she had nursed for the past five years. Damn it! It just wasn't fair! Bruce Morgan had been ages older than her twenty-four years, and his children were already into their teens when she married him. He wasn't a bad looking man, and he had been proficient, if not inventive in the bedroom. But Dorothy was convinced that she could have done a lot better with a minimum of effort. The only reason she married Bruce Morgan was his clearly stated promise that the three hundred acre farm would be hers when he died. For five years, she had played Mother to Ted and Linda, while dutifully offering her young body to Bruce's nightly assaults. Now, Ted was eighteen and Linda was sixteen, and Bruce was dead. Dorothy did not pretend a grief she could not discover among her emotions. Even the youngsters received the news of the auto accident with suppressed sighs of relief. Bruce had never been close to either of them, and his authoritarian attitude would be missed but little. "So," the Lawyer concluded, folding the document and removing his glasses, "I Morgan left the bulk of his estate to his sole male heir, Ted Morgan. The others will receive sums up to ten thousand dollars." Ted's dark eyes mocked her as Dorothy exclaimed, "He couldn't do this to me! I'll contest the will!" The attorney sighed. "That is your privileges of course. But I assure you, this will cannot be broken. Mr. Morgan was very specific in his demands that it be made unbreakable." He folded his bony hands on the desk. "I'm sure you can work something out among yourselves without all the expense and embarrassment of prolonged litigation." "Sure," Ted's deep baritone drew another glare from his Stepmother. "We can work something out. We'll talk it over when we get home." "Your home," the woman exclaimed angrily. "Not mine! Your Father saw to that." The Lawyer stood up, his narrow shoulders supplying a shrug of finality. Ted rose to his feet, tall and muscular, offering an arm to Dorothy and receiving another furious frown of refusal. Linda Morgan, Ted's younger sister, followed her brother and Stepmother from the office, down the narrow hallway, and out the side door into the parking area where they had left the Chrysler. The contents of the will had failed to surprise the girl. It seemed logical that Ted should assume control of the farm. He was, after all, a man, and farming was no job for a woman, especially one like Dorothy. Linda didn't dislike her Stepmother. It was just that she had never been able to accept her as Bruce's wife. Her Father had been a stern and cold man, while Dorothy, with her flaming red hair and generously curved body, was---Linda found it difficult to shape the word, even in the privacy of her mind---sexy. "I'll drive," Ted announced when they reached the car. He held out his hand for the keys, and Oorothy's normally full lips became a tight red slash above a quivering dainty chin. She placed them on his palm with unnecessary force, then stalked to the rear door and climbed into the back seat. "You can ride up front with me, Linda." Ted grinned, and the girl trotted happily around the car, her skirt climbing over her slender thighs as she settled herself in the comfortable seat, watching her brother insert the key with an air of authority. "Are things going to be different, Ted?" Linda asked as they pulled out into the light afternoon traffic." At home, I mean." Ted gave her a quick smile, his eyes dropping to caress the tanned flesh above her dimpled knees. His right hand lifted from the wheel to curve warm fingers about her thigh, gentle, yet bold, moving upward just enough to suggest more than a casual touch. Linda's body tensed as she felt the warm tingling between her legs. Then, just as suddenly, the muscles relaxed and she let her thighs roll on the seat, widening the angle between them. She was mistaken about Ted's intention. She had to be. It was unthinkable that her own brother would actually do the thing that flitted through her mind. "Things will be better, Sis." His voice was soft, conveying the same thrilling warmth that radiated from his fingers, still sliding over the smoothness of her skin, dangerously near the forbidden zone. Linda wondered what she would do if he actually touched her there. "What are you doing?" Dorothy's voice came harshly from the back seat. She was leaning forward, staring at Ted's hand, her own gripping the leather upholstery. Ted's eyes were insolent, meeting hers in the rectangular mirror. His fingers tightened about the young flesh, possessively and boldly. His voice bore a trace of harshness that made the woman sit back, her face a lovely mask of confusion. "I'm doing what I want to do," he said tensely. "She's my sister. Or have you forgotten that?" Linda wondered why Dorothy had objected to her brother's touch. He wasn't hurting her. On the contrary, the most pleasant sensations were pulsating through her lower belly, concentrating their tingling thrills in the plump mound beneath her thin panties. A faint pink glow spread upward from her small breasts to paint her cheeks. She desperately hoped that Ted would not notice the dampness that was beginning to seep through her panties. Linda hated it when his hand returned to the wheel, and she hated herself for thinking that it had been anything more than a gesture of affection. Ted would never dream of doing those awful things that were pictured hazily on the rim of her consciousness. All three were silent as the powerful car swallowed the miles with its throaty purr. At the farm, Dorothy was first out, stalking into the multi-columned house with an exaggerated twisting of her lush bottom. She climbed the stairs to her second-story bedroom, closing the door behind her before dropping the mask of haughty defiance and yielding to the gut-wrenching sobs of disappointment. Before the mirror of the heavy oak dresser, she stared at the convulsive heaving of her prominent breasts, the big mounds shoving their outlined tips against the black dress. "Mourn, bitch," she whispered in a fierce tone. Pretend you're sorry! The only thing you're sorry about is getting cut out of his will." The lips snarled, quivered, then curved in a strained smile. Her head went back, the red hair swirling and reflecting the lift from the tall windows of the bedroom. She laughed, beginning with a sobbing chuckle, and climbing dangerously toward hysteria. "He fucked you, Dots!" she hissed at her swaying reflection. "The son of a bitch fucked you after he was dead and buried!" Her fingers tore at the neckline of the dress, ripping it down the front and tugging the split until it hung like a ragged black smock, gaping to expose her nakedness. Her tits poked meaty nipples at the mirror, and her pubic thatch flamed its redness. "He got the prime years," she whispered, the angry tone surrendering to a wistful softness. "And what did you get? You got fucked! That's what! He promised you the whole damn pie, and you end up with the crumbs!" Gracefully, even in anger, she shrugged the torn dress down over the firm breasts, wiggling her voluptuous hips until the cloth puddled about her feet, and she stood naked except for the sheer hose, garter belt and slippers. Unsnapping, peeling her thighs tensing and quivering, she removed the last item to stand, long legs spread wide, devouring her mirrored nakedness with half-closed eyes. The spongy nipples began a visible engorgement, swelling and tightening in their pinkish brown circles. She shot her pelvis forward, pushing the plump cuntal mound into greater prominence, bending her knees and widening the angle of her thighs until the lips of her pussy were tugged apart to reveal the delicate slit of the vaginal entrance, pink, moist and shivering with suppressed excitement. "God!" she breathed. "If I'd only had a real man during those years!" She bent her head forward, one hand cupping a pliant mound and contorting its roundness to lift the succulent nipple to where her wet tongue could caress its rounded tip. The other hand splayed slender fingers over the red hairs of her bush, the middle digit disappearing into her red corridor. Her neck arched, and her red lips fastened about the swollen nipple, sucking avidly. Her finger probed and wiggled, and her luscious ass bucked excitedly. Pleasure welled in her grinding belly, becoming a hot slippery flow that coated the dancing finger and spread to the other digits, enabling her thumb to slide delightfully over the throbbing bud of her expanding clit. It was never necessary for Dorothy to fantasize during her masturbatory sessions. Her own body was the only image required to create a swirling desire in her easily aroused loins and she could quench that surging lust with skillful fingers and a knowing mouth. Her hand and wrist were wet from the flood of vaginal nectar, and it trickled sluggishly down the inner curves of her quivering thighs as her finger plunged and retreated, frictioning the labial lips and the pulsating walls of her convulsing pussy. The saliva-covered tit slipped from her mouth as the ecstatic shivers of climax tightened her muscles, pulling her grinding hips forward, and arching her torso backward. The tendons in her slender neck rose to become writhing blue worms beneath the flawless skin, throbbing to the accelerated rhythm of her pulse and the repeated stains of orgasmic pleasure. For a few fleeting moments, Dorothy was able to forget the injustice of her late husband's will. As her vagina contracted with a force that made her whole body jerk and tremble, she gave herself over to the familiar, yet always incredible pleasure. It was one thing that Bruce had been unable to take away from her. Her legs were still weak when, showered and dressed in a white blouse and skirt that accentuated her breasts and hips, she went downstairs to talk with her stepson. Ted was in the study, seated behind the massive desk talking on the phone. He had pulled one of the lower drawers open and propped a foot on it, leaning back and swinging his elevated knee from side to side in a way that drew the fabric of his tan slacks tightly against the obviously large contents of the crotch. He murmured something into the phone as Dorothy entered, then replaced it, keeping his knees spread, and sliding farther down in the swivel chair. The position shoved his bulging crotch forward. He watched her cross the floor, his eyes sliding up and down her body, insolent and appraising. "Well," he drawled, matching voice to expression. "If it isn't my darling Stepmother. Have you decided to be more reasonable?" Dorothy sank onto a straight-backed chair, the skirt baring dimpled knees and the beginning of perfectly rounded thighs. She took a deep breath, forcing back the anger and bitterness. "I acted childishly Ted," she murmured. "I was blaming you for something your Father did. It isn't your fault." The handsome face showed no expression, merely watched her, the eyes flicking down, now and then, to caress the curve of her thighs. She found his stare disconcerting. "You haven't said what you want me to do," she continued. "I have nowhere else to go, and the money won't be available for several weeks." Her voice trembled, then steadied. "Even then, I'll have just enough to see me through the year." Ted's voice was gentle as he said, "What makes you think I want you to leave? Linda would be lost without you." She watched his eyes trying to read them. Failing' she said, "I've always felt you didn't approve of my marriage to your Father." The eyes hardened, hatred flickering in their depths. "My Father is dead." The voice was flat. "Whatever I may have felt about him no longer matters." He was silent for a moment, still moving his knee in that metronomic cadence. "Do you want to stay here?" "I have nowhere else," she repeated, unable to keep her eyes from his bulging crotch. It seemed larger than before. It suddenly dawned on her that she had never seen Ted naked. He had been almost thirteen when she married Bruce, and already showing signs of maturity. "That wasn't the question," he reminded her, his lips curving. "Do you want to stay?" Wordless, defeated by the prospect of near-poverty after the five years of luxury, she exclaimed, "Yes! You know I do!" His broad shoulders rose and fell. "Why don't we discuss it tonight?" he suggested, the lashes masking his eyes. "After Linda has gone to bed." "What is there to discuss?" she countered, failing to read anything unusual in the remark. "There are several changes I plan to make," Ted said, lowering his foot from the drawer. "I just called Aunt Joyce, and invited her to bring the kids for an extended visit." Dorothy tried to hide the sudden frown as she said, "She never liked me. There'll be trouble between us." The handsome face hardened perceptibly. "You still remember that they are my relatives," he said in a flat voice. "Aunt Joyce was my Mother's sister." "That's why she hates me," Dorothy ventured. "She felt that I was trying to take your Mother's place with [Bruce." The slight frown faded, replaced by a curious tilting of the wide mouth. "Would it make you feel better if I called you Mother?" It was her turn to frown, with a confused knitting of her brow. "I ... I don't know. Both of you have always called me Dorothy." "Yes." The grin broadened. "But, like I told you, there are going to be some changes made." Linda's entrance halted their conversation, and Dorothy retreated to the kitchen, checking with the cook on the preparation of dinner. She had no chance to be alone with Ted until after ten o'clock, when Linda yawned and excused herself for the night. Slumped in his late Father's chair, watching the news without any real interest, Ted reminded her of his previous remark. "We'll talk in your room, Mother." The last word was emphasized, Dorothy was unable to determine its meaning. "Why can't we talk down here?" she asked. His eyes flickered from the TV to her face, then back again. "We're going to talk," he replied coldly. "Not argue. I don't like arguments." Dorothy felt a surge of anger, but forced it aside, keeping her voice even as she said, "Are you ready to go?" "You go ahead," he answered, not looking at her. "Just leave your door unlocked. Dorothy's mind sought for some explanation of the lad's conduct as she ascended the stairs, entering her room and closing the door. She had known Ted for five years. But, she realized, she didn't really know him at all. A creature of habit, she found herself selecting a gown from the closet, carrying it into the adjoining bath and changing into it before considering the implications of Ted's presence in her bedroom. Quickly, she tugged a robe from the closet and shrugged it on over the thin gown. She had hardly drawn the fabric about her narrow waist when Ted opened the door without knocking, stepped inside, and closed it behind him. "You could have knocked!" she said forcefully. "I might have been dressing." He leaned casually against the door, his eyes lazy and humorous as they drifted up and down her body, its lush curves challenging the robe with their prominence. "You seem to forget, Mother, dear," he drawled. "This is now my house. I can go anywhere in it, at any time." "You can show a little common courtesy!" she exclaimed. His lips curved. "Oh, I'll show more than that!" Dorothy stared in disbelief as he reached for the zipper of his slacks, drawing it downward with a gesture of boldness. His hand dipped into the gaping fly to emerge with his cock, huge, even in flaccidity. His fingers tugged the loose skin back from the meaty glans. "I plan to show you everything, Mother," he said softly. She had expected some childish display of authority. But his deliberate exposure caught her by surprise. For several seconds, as the cock began a rapid swelling under the manipulation of his encircling fingers, she was unable to speak, merely staring at the meaty cylinder that jutted from his fly, arrogant and lustful. The purple head was shiny, its membranous surface tight under the pressure of his fist. "What do you think of it?" the boy asked before she was able to speak. The prick was already larger than Dorothy imagined it would be, and it was still growing. As if aware of her thoughts, he added, "It's a lot bigger than the old mans." "You should be ashamed of yourself!" The words sounded trite and foolish. The lad was correct in his comparison. Bruce's tool was a trifle when measured against the engorged column of arching hardness that sprouted from the base of Ted's belly. His eyes became glittering slits, chilling her with their icy stare. "Take your robe off, Mother," he said in a tight voice. She spook her head, the red hair brushing her cheeks with the violence of her refusal. She continued to gaze at the huge organ, hypnotized by its size and virility. Her hands flew to clutch the robe more tightly about her big breasts, feeling the fabric slide against the thin gown, teasing her sensitive nipples. "You have a choice," Ted reminded her. "You can do as I tell you or get out." His voice softened just enough to compel her attention. "Wouldn't it be a lot simpler to cooperate? I can make things very pleasant for you." "What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked weakly. "Eventually," he answered in that same soft tone, "everything. But, I'll settle for a little head right now. I have the feeling you really know how to suck a big, juicy dick." Her breath was audible in its swift intake. "You're awful!" He moved toward her, his free hand darting out to clamp her shoulder, the fingers tightening until her face twisted with pain and she gasped, a whimpering sound of protest. "Down, Mother!" he growled, forcing her downward toward the rearing column of throbbing cock flesh. "It's time to pay the rent for a change." Dorothy's face poised over the slitted head of his prick, so close that she could smell the musk of the engorged phallus. Her knees trembled and bent, and she sank to a kneeling position before him, her hands flying out to push against his hard thighs as she sought to evade the scarlet knob that aimed its tiny slit at her mouth. "Don't, Ted!" she whispered. "Please! Please, let me up!" She knew the plea was futile lust as she knew that the boy was perfectly capable of forcing her to submitt. His eighteen- year-old body was rock-hard, and the grip on her shoulder sent waves of pain through her torso. "Don't be coy!" he exclaimed, shoving his hips forward and rubbing the satin knob against her chin. "Don't try to pretend that you've never chewed on a cock." The pain in her shoulder was unbearable. She shuddered convulsively, her voice breaking. "All right! For God's sake! I'll do it!" She offered no resistance when his hand tugged the robe from her shoulder, pushing the gown aside to bare the pink-tipped mound of one breast. He didn't touch it, but Dorothy could feel his eyes on the nipple, and a strange tingling spread through the sensitive aureole. The spongy bud stiffened and expanded, in spite of her mental commands to the disobedient flesh. She heard Ted's soft chuckle. "You see, Mother?" He rubbed the head of his prick against her cheek, his free hand caressing her red hair. "You get all excited just looking at my cock. Imagine how it will feel when you start sucking on it." Dorothy tried to fight back the sob that racked her shoulders and jiggled her naked breast. Her hands, still clutching his hard thighs, gripped the muscles through the thin fabric of his slacks. "Let's stop fucking around," he said huskily. "Pull my balls out, and let's have a little action." There was nothing else she could do, Dorothy told herself. She had to obey him. Her fingers dipped into his fly, beneath the root of his thick cock, lifting out the huge sac with its twin nuts rolling in her gentle grip. Her other hand curved about the shaft of his prick, finding that she couldn't make her fingers meet. God! He was big! Much larger than anyone she had ever handled before marrying Bruce, and a third larger than Bruce's. No matter how much she resented what the lad was making her do, she couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have his monster cock inside her, stretching her vagina and pounding up against her womb with its huge head. "That's it!" Ted exclaimed, his buttocks clenching as he shoved his hips forward, sliding the huge prick through her warm fingers. "Now wrap your tonsils around that dick!" Dorothy jerked her head back as the prick shot forward, the scarlet helmet glistening as its tiny slit parted under the sudden strain. A glob of clear precome oozed from the reddened eye, then began moving sluggishly down the inverted "V" of his glans. "Lick it off, Mother!" he demanded, the hand on her head urging her closer. "You may as well get used to the taste of come. I'm going to see to it that you have all you can handle." She could not twist aside. The musky scent of his organ filled her nostrils, and she grunted as the head was jammed roughly against her closed lips. She felt the hot wetness slide toward her left cheek, gnashing her lips back against her clenched teeth. "Open your mouth!" There was a fierceness in his voice that demanded obedience. She strained her jaw to accommodate the large knob, feeling it brush her lips and drive between her widely parted teeth. The taste of his cock filled her mouth, slightly salty and completely masculine. It touched her tongue, and she tried to block its deeper penetration by stiffening that oral member. "Take it, damn you!" he hissed, fingers tugging at her hair until tears sprang into her tightly closed eyes. Her protest was a nasal whine, for her mouth was filled with the meaty tip of his prick, and he was forcing still more of it inside. Until that moment, Dorothy had believed that she could find some way of avoiding the complete surrender demanded by her handsome stepson. If nothing else, she was prepared to give him a few kisses, and use her hand to relieve that throbbing hardness. But the lad was not interested in the usual foreplay. He had acted so quickly and forcefully that she could do nothing but obey his barked commands. Her tongue dipped beneath the advancing head of his cock and she felt it press the soft arch behind her palate. Her fingers tightened about the base of the shaft, and she gagged as the knob drove farther back, threatening her throat with its huge bulk. She felt her lips press the circle of thumb and forefinger. "Move your hand!" Dorothy brain whirled. It couldn't be happening to her. It wasn't possible that the boy she had accepted as a son just five years ago could be doing this terrible thing to her. But the meaty shaft was all too real, and as her fingers relinquished their grip his cock was driving deeper, filling her throat and blocking her breath. The boy's hips shuddered as the head reached the soft embrace of her tonsils and the involuntary convulsions of her throat tightened the hot wetness about it. His hands, like talons on her red hair, held her securely in place for a long moment, ignoring her frantic efforts to breathe Air whistled through her nostrils as he drew the prick outward to the roomier area between tongue and palate. She whimpered, swallowing quickly, and tasting the tart jism left by the deep plunge of his cock. "Suck it real good for me," he said in a thick voice, "and I won't make you take it all. Understand?" She heard her whine of assent, and felt the prick slide over her tongue as she bobbed her head in agreement. She was willing to do anything to avoid another choking invasion by that huge shaft. Squeezing her eyes closed, she went to work. Before her marriage to Bruce, Dorothy had permitted a few select partners to slide just the heads of their cocks into her mouth and she had teased their glans with rapid movements of her tongue. She had even sucked a little if she was in the proper mood. But she had stopped long before they could shoot their wad, no matter how much they pleaded with her to go all the way. This time, she realized, there would be no stopping. She would have to take his load in her mouth. Then, if she was careful, she could spit it out after he withdrew his cock. As if reading her thoughts, Ted said, "You're gonna drink it!" His fingers in her hair reminded her of her helplessness. "You're gonna make me come, and you're gonna swallow every goddamn drop of it!" She was already sucking him, and sliding her mouth back and forth on the throbbing shaft. Now as his words registered in her confused mind, she accepted them without argument. He had already reduced her to an animal-like submission. She could hardly be forced any lower. His prick, now that she could analyze her reaction, had a pleasant taste, and her jaw had finally become accustomed to the strain of acceptance. Even as she pondered that discovery, the cock gave a little lurch, and she felt a fresh glob of jism on her tongue. The delicate taste of the slippery liquid sent a strange sensation throughout her body. Her breasts, quivering with the bobbing motion of her head, tingled, and the nipples swelled to an even greater distention. Without realizing what she was doing, Dorothy began taking more of the prick inside her mouth with each slide of her encircling lips. When awareness finally came, it was too late for retreat. Desire had claimed her more effectively than Ted's demands and threats, and she was nursing his cock with an avidity completely foreign to her nature. Another glob of jism surged through the thick staff, and her tongue gathered it in, happily swirling over the slippery knob. She swallowed, feeding the strange hunger that was building in her throat, yet finding the seminal sample insufficient to quell that ever-mounting demand. No longer conscious of his hands, Dorothy altered her rhythm, shoving her head forward to drive her wet lips down the engorged shaft until the knob filled her throat with its meaty goodness. Then, fingers rolling his heavy balls, she swallowed, whimpering at the delightful feeling of her convulsing muscles about that throbbing cockhead. As her mouth retreated, she sucked with hot, fierce vacuuming, her tongue dancing beneath the corded belly of his prick, then polishing and massaging the glans where it lay poised like a huge, slick plum just behind her lightly gripping teeth. "Damn! Ted's exclamation was hurled through contorted lips. "You're a natural cocksucker! Take it all, bitch! Swallow it!" This time, she didn't pause to think about it. With a whimper of greed, Dorothy screwed her mouth down on the shuddering length of his prick until the head was again lodged in her throat. Her body jerked and her head leaped forward, her nose burying itself in his thick pubic hair. Her chin touched his leathery scrotal sac, and her fingers rolled the big nuts against the delicate cleft as she caressed the hilted knob with repeated swallows, thrilling to the presence of that throbbing flesh that seemed to reach all the way down to her stomach. With a snarl of lust, Ted's hips began hunching his cock in and out, plunging it past her flashing tongue to probe that gulping corridor of hot tissue, then dragging it back until only the gentle clamping of her teeth behind the flared glans prevented its escape. Dorothy welcomed the assault. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her straining lips, and she heard the wet sounds of the prick's sliding. She heard her own throaty gurglings as she sucked the delicious meat, eager for each thrust and each drop of that tasty liquid that oozed from its slippery tip. "NOW, BITCH!" she heard him cry, and felt the powerful shuddering of his hips become a jerking swell of the prick that filled her jaws with its expanding bulk. "DRINK MY COME!" Hot, thick and wet, the semen spurted into her throat with such force that she could not swallow in time. The ropey cream was forced back about its originator to spill from her lips and coat her trembling chin. Like a savage animal, Dorothy impaled her face on the exploding cock, gulping the come with such force that the youth cried out in surprised protest as he felt the clenching of her greedy throat. Unable to breathe as she ingested his repeated volleys of semen, Dorothy's senses reeled under the onslaught of an orgasm that seemed to begin in her throat and spread downward to her almost forgotten cunt. Each spurt of the ropey sperm triggered another and more powerful convulsion of her vagina, as if the movement of her throat muscles were actually the involuntary spasms of a new and impossible form of climax. Her lips still stretched to encompass his spent cock; her nose and chin were coated with the spilled sperm, wet and sticky as she held him with one last feverish milking. She moaned her protest when he forced her head back, pulling the prick from her lips and letting the knob flip up against her nose, then waving it teasingly before her glazed eyes. He grinned triumphantly as her tongue reached out to lick a broad circle about her bruised mouth, gathering the spilled come. The grin widened when the tongue reached for her fingers, still holding his scrotum, and claimed their sticky coating with savage twistings. "The old man missed a good thing," Ted grunted huskily, releasing her tousled hair and stepping back. He forced his dwindling cock inside his fly and drew the zipper up. "I'll bet he never let you blow him." He smiled as her head wagged from side to side. "Don't worry about it. I'll see that you get all you want." Dorothy remained on the floor when the youth left the room, closing the door behind him. Her robe gaped about her generous breasts, and she looked down to discover a fleck of semen on her right nipple. Slowly, hand lifted, her forefinger sponged the creamy drop and carried it upward to her parted lips. She sucked it into her mouth, holding the tip of her finger in place as she relived the past few minutes, her tongue licking slowly and greedily. She stared at the closed door as she sucked her finger like a bashful child, wishing fervently that Ted would come back. Chapter 2 Linda Morgan hated pajamas. On the few occasions when one of her schoolmates had spent the night with her, she wore a sheer gown that barely covered the chestnut triangle which her Father had repeatedly warned her was the gateway to hell. She found it difficult to believe that the sensitive little opening between her thighs was really evil, no matter what others might say about it. Nothing that felt so good when she stroked her finger between its soft lips could be really bad. Still trying to grasp the meaning of all that had happened during the eventful day, she finished her bath, toweled her nubile body dry, and slipped into bed completely naked, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her bare skin. She was happy that the farm now belonged to Ted. In her mind, which had never managed to keep pace with the development of her body, her older brother represented a tangible security against all the bad things that might happen to her were it not for his presence. At school, until he graduated, Ted had stood between her and the harsh teasing of those who recognized her backwardness. When some older boy tried to take advantage of her quite real innocence, it was Ted who convinced the youth to desist by pounding the warning into his head with a hammer-like fist. He had even stood up for her to their late Father, and Linda had found her affection becoming almost painful when Ted gave her an occasional hug or a less frequent kiss. Lying in the soft bed, she recalled the ride back from the attorney's office, when Ted had rested his hand on her thigh. If she tried very hard, she could still feel those strong fingers, and recreate the delicious tingling sensation that had spread upward to the furry Juncture of her slender legs. Just before she had come upstairs, Ted had told her that he would drop in and kiss her goodnight, a habit they had both enjoyed until their Mother's death. After that, their Father had sternly forbidden either of them to enter the other's bedroom. Linda stretched luxuriously, the sheet sliding against the points of her small breasts, making them stiffen. It was different now, she reminded herself happily. Ted was the boss. He could do anything he wished. She heard her brother ascend the stairway and enter Dorothy's room, but she thought nothing of it. They would have things to discuss concerning the big farm. When they were finished, Ted would come in to deliver that promised kiss, and she could go to sleep. Drowsiness pulled her eyelids down, and she had no idea how much time had elapsed when the opening of her door made her sit straight up in the bed, the sheet sliding down to her waist, baring the pert-nippled cones of her firm young breasts. There was a long instant during which she felt Ted's hot eyes on her naked torso. Then, with a little gasp, she tugged the sheet up to cover herself, clutching it with both hands. "I'm sorry," she apologized blinking at her brother's faint smile. She had never before seen that particular expression. "I got so sleepy, I guess I just dozed off." He closed the door, one hand extending to the wall switch beside it. "You look uncomfortable," he murmured, "holding that silly sheet. I'll cut the light, and you won't have to worry about it." With the sound of a soft click, darkness enveloped the room, leaving only the faint light from the window to outline his figure as he moved toward the bed. Linda's fingers released the sheet, her arms reaching out to welcome him. He sat down on the side of the bed, turning slightly to slip his arms about her naked waist. Gently, his fingers caressing the soft warmth of her skin, he pulled her against his chest. Her arms tightened about his neck, and she lifted her lips for his kiss. Eyes closed, she waited. There was something deliciously wicked about the way Ted was holding her. The darkness cloaked her nakedness, but she could feel the heat of his chest against her sensitive nipples, and she shivered at the realization that she wished he were naked, too. His voice made her eyes open, straining to make out his features in the dim light. "Tell me, Sis," he whispered. She could feel his breath on her upturned face. "Did you ever kiss a guy with your mouth open?" She kept her own voice low as she answered, "I've never kissed anyone else but you and Daddy. He'd have blistered me if I did that." "Do you think you'd like it?" The fingers were playing up and down her back, and she felt her nipples swelling against his shirt front. Her arms squeezed him. "I'd like it with you Ted." There was an innocent eagerness in her tone. "I'd like anything with you." She heard his soft chuckle. Then, "It's hot in here. "Mind if I take my shirt off?" His arms released her, and she missed the feel of those powerful muscles against her tits. "It is a little warm," she agreed. While he wrestled with his shirt, she raised one leg, hooked the sheet, and pushed it down to the foot of the bed. The air bathed her nakedness, but she welcomed its caress of her excited body. "Remember when we were just little kids, Ted?" she said. "Mom used to let us sleep together in the same bed." "Yeah," he answered from the darkness. "We'd be as naked as a pair of jay birds." "Why can't we do that now, Ted?" The question was plaintive. For a moment, he was motionless. "We're not kids anymore, Sis." "I don't care. I remember how good it felt when we cuddled up." She heard and felt his movements as he began removing the rest of his clothing, and she shivered with anticipation. He slipped his trousers down, lifting his hips to remove them, and she asked, "When are Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ralph coming?" "Sometime this week," he grunted, leaning over to slide his socks off. "Are you glad?" "Oh, yes. Susan and Beth are wonderful company, and Clyde's a nice boy." He was naked, but he seemed hesitant about touching her. She could feel his eyes in the darkness, staring at her body. "What's wrong, Ted?" There was a curious hoarseness in his voice as he answered, "I don't want to scare you, Sis." "How could you do that? We've been together like this before." He was leaning over her, arms braced on either side of her body, yet not touching her. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," he said in that strange, husky voice. "Just being near you does things to me." She knew what he meant, and she laughed, easily and softly. This was Ted, her brother. How could he possibly have thought that he would frighten her with a silly old hard-on. She knew boys got that way when they were excited, just as girls got all wet and soft. Just, she reminded herself, like she was at this moment. "I know about things like that," she assured him. "I won't he scared." He leaned closer, his chest touching the bare nipples, wiry hair teasing the tender nubs. His breath fanned her face as he said, "Open your mouth, Sis. Let's make this a real kiss." Linda's lips parted, and she ran her tongue about them to make them moist. Then, before her tongue could retreat, his mouth claimed hers, clamping over her lips as his chest descended against her tingling breasts. She had heard of "tongue kissing" and had found the idea exciting. Now, with Ted's tongue dipping into her mouth, she realized why it was so popular. When he scooped her tongue back into his oral chamber, she wiggled it in surrender, and she welcomed his tasty muscle with a hot suction that made the youth grip her shoulders with trembling fingers. Sensing that he enjoyed her tongue, she waited until his lips released her. Then, with artless eagerness, she began licking his face, the writhing tip of her wet tongue sliding across his closed eyelids, and even teasing his nostrils with its flashing caress. "I could lick you all over!" she gasped, returning to his open mouth and tracing his lips with her tongue. Her body arched, rubbing leer tits against his hairy chest. "Let me do it, Ted! Please!" He kissed her again, blocking her pleas by shoving his tongue into her greedy mouth. Holding her, he rubbed his lips against hers. "Why don't we do it the other way?" he asked softly. "Why don't you let me lick you all over?" She stared at him, although the darkness made his face an indistinguishable blur. "Do you really want to?" He nipped her chin with his strong teeth. "Baby," he grunted. "From now on, Ted Morgan doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do." He kissed her throat. "He wants to eat you up!" Linda's arms pulled him down, and his face was buried for a moment against the warm softness of her arched throat, his mouth open, and his wet tongue caressing the tender flesh. "Oh, yes, Ted!" she cried, her body trembling with anticipation. "Eat me up!" She felt his lips travel downward toward one of her small tits, deliberately pausing as they reached the beginning of that gentle slope. Her hands ran excited fingers through his thick hair, urging him to kiss his way up the mound until his wet tongue flicked at the base of her sensitive nipple. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Ted licked his way around the spongy finger, not touching it again, but leaving a trail of saliva about the delicate aureole. She pushed her chest upward, anticipating the first caress of that engorged bud. When it came, her whole body convulsed, knees hashing up, and her torso writhing in reaction to the shattering thrills evoked by his hot suction and flaying tongue. His mouth covered almost half of firm mound, sucking the tip between his strong teeth, then nibbling gently while his tongue sped back and forth across the swollen nipple. "Like it, Sis?" he whispered, releasing his oral grip, but keeping his lips pressed against the succulent spear. His hands, still sustaining his weight, moved closer to her sides, wrists rubbing her flesh as he transferred his attention to the other breast "Yes!" she hissed, twisting to aid his efforts, feeding the nipple into his mouth and pulling his face against her. It makes me feel all shivery and good when you do that." His mouth was clamping the other breast, lips straining wide as the resilient mound was pulled Into the hot wetness to he flayed by his flashing tongue. Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, he was nibbling at the distended nipple, and sucking with a force that was almost painful. "Do the other one again, Ted!" she cried when his lips released the tingling flesh. Her fingers clutched at his thick hair, tugging and guiding. Using both hands, Ted pushed the two yielding, mounds closer together, shaping a tight crevice between their resilient slopes. His tongue dragged its wet, wriggling tip upward through that warm valley, leaving it slick with his saliva as he licked out to either side, caressing the taut nipples until Linda whimpered with the sensations induced in the quivering tits. Her whimper became a sensual giggle when Ted mouthed his way down to her rib cage, flaying the smooth skin below her armpit, and tracing the soft sweep of her waist until it flared gently to shape her young hips. He had moved lower in the bed, touching her only with wet lips and hot tongue, tasting the clean, tangy essence of her naked body, and fanning the instinctive fires of virginal passion within her trembling flesh. His voice reached her through the darkness, breathed against one slender thigh that nuzzled against its mate with a tremorous clenching. "Spread your legs out, Linda. I'm going to make you feel something you've never felt before." His hands touched her, fingers urging the limbs apart, pressing just above her knees. It was almost the same spot he had caressed that afternoon. But, now, it was excitingly different. Her legs were yielding, sliding across the sheet and there were no panties to shield the tingling nexus of her thighs. They were both delightfully and deliciously naked. Linda felt her brother's lips on her belly and the tingle in her moist crotch became a demanding throbbing that seemed to reach far back inside that silk-ringed gateway her Father had denounced so vehemently. Had it been any other man, she would have fought the strange hunger in that pulsating slit, for their position and Ted's obvious intent constituted perversion of the worst sort. But Ted would never encourage her to do anything that was not proper. Anyway, they had cuddled together as children. Why should it be different, now that they were a little older? Even as Linda examined those thoughts, she admitted that it was different. And the difference was swirling in her belly like a giant whirlpool, drowning her wild and her faint apprehension beneath wave after wave of ever-mounting desire. She felt her legs being lifted, and she shifted her weight onto her torso as Ted fitted her delicately curved calves over his broad shoulders, sliding his body forward until her thighs embraced his head, their sensitive skin frictioned by the slight trace of beard on his cheeks. "It's like I was hugging you with my legs," she murmured, tightening the softness against his face. "It feels nice, Ted." Her brother did not answer. He was inhaling the delicate musk of her parted labia, and she could hear the soft intake of breath. Intuitively, she knew that he found the scent pleasing, and a fresh rivulet of vaginal juice surged from its mysterious spring to trickle from the quivering tissues that shaped the lips of her pussy. Her body jerked in response to the hot tongue that licked upward through the tender valley, its tip just touching the forbidden gateway, then sliding higher to flick wetly against the protruding nub of her clitoris. "Oh, Ted!" she whimpered, thighs tensing on his shoulders to wiggle her excited hips. Her buttocks clenched repeatedly as his tongue slid through the splayed labia again, pressing more firmly than before. "Oh! Wow!" Her ass bucked wildly when the writhing muscle thrust its warm, wriggling tip into her pussy. Her thighs clamped his head and she shoved her crotch violently against his mouth. Thrills, more wonderful than she had ever imagined, coursed through the palpitating corridor of her cunt, and she realized that it was no longer a children's game they were playing. Again, her hands sought his head, urgent and demanding, and her pelvis rocked the slippery lips of her pussy over that oral probe. Then, as his mouth shaped a vacuuming oval, she moaned in ecstasy at the hot suction on her spasming cunt. Her finger had never been able to produce that delicious sensation, and she knew that only a few more strokes of his plunging tongue would make her come. She had to pull her pussy away from Ted's mouth before that happened. He would never forgive her if she spilled that warm, slippery juice while he was nursing those quivering pussy lips. She tried to reverse the direction of her scrabbling fingers, but they only pulled his face closer, and her ass wriggled the spasming cunt against his lips until she could feel the teeth behind them. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, her soft, blonde hair whipping across her tortured features, their ecstatic contortion cloaked in the room's darkness. The orgasmic shudders rippled outward from some hidden spring in her dancing pussy, convulsing her vaginal walls and clenching her labial ring about the tongue that reached farther into the undulating sheath. Linda emitted a choked sob as the hot wetness spewed outward, meeting the tongue and flowing past it. Even as the pleasure surged through her cunt, Linda braced herself for his angry exclamation. Then, to her happy surprise, she felt his tongue begin spooning the thick honey from her slit, and the delicious suction as his lips drew more and more of the tart juice from its hidden source. He was swallowing it, ingesting the slippery exudation with swift gulps that were interspersed with little grunts of undeniable enjoyment. The sounds catapulted Linda beyond ecstasy to a mind-bending plateau of sensation that was almost frightening in intensity. Gasping and moaning, she felt her legs being lowered to the bed, her pussy still shivering with the echoes of that incredible come. Her hands slipped from his retreating head and cupped the pointed mounds of her tingling breasts, fingers squeezing and rolling the distended nipples. Her heart was thumping so loudly that she hardly heard her brother's husky chuckle. "You're a big girl, now, Linda," he said in a gentle tone. Almost big enough for this." She gasped at the sudden pressure between her thighs, surprised at the dimensions of the thing she recognized without feeling anything but the huge head that rubbed its throbbing bulk up and down through the slippery furrow of her pussy. Fear caused her hips to retreat, jamming her ass down against the bed, but desire created a responsive writhing that increased the pleasure of that slow massaging movement. Ted forced the head of his cock upward, grinding it against her swollen clitoris, and her pelvis bucked and jiggled at the delightful sensations in that sensitive bud. A fresh rivulet of vaginal lubricant emerged from her pussy, bathing the big knob as it slid downward through the plump furrow, caressing the fluttering labia, but resisting its torrid invitation. She hardly recognized her own voice. Breathless and containing an excited quality she could never have attained before that moment, it reached him through the sex-charged darkness. "I wish I could see it, Ted!" Surprised at her own boldness, she hurried on. "I remember when we were little, we used to look at each other. It was fun to turn on the light and pretend we were grown up and everything." The hot pressure became more intense, and Linda felt the distinct throbbing as he answered, "We don't have to pretend anymore, Sis." The prick centered on the delicate membrane where his tongue had intruded with such wonderful results. He added just enough pressure to the stiff shaft to effect a yielding of the soft lips. "We can do anything we want to do." Linda's brain reeled in confusion at the threatened invasion of her young pussy. Her mind screamed a silent warning, while her body trembled in hopeful anticipation, actually pushing the juicy slit against the giant cockhead, and feeling it spread the pliant tissues into a straining circle. "Easy, Sis!" Ted murmured, his body tensing. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to control myself." "I don't care!" she hissed. "It feels good when you do that." Maintaining the shallow insertion of his glans in the yielding mouth of her tight pussy, Ted wiggled the cock shaft, teasing the nerve-laced membranes, and causing her to whimper with pleasure. For a moment, she was certain he was going to push the big thing inside, and her heels braced against the bed to receive him. She knew it would hurt. The few times she had forced two fingers into that delicate place, the pressure had been almost unbearable. But pain would be a small price to pay for making Ted happy. She would do anything to please him. Anything! The moment passed, and she felt the cockhead withdraw as her brother's hands gently drew her slender legs together, lifting his own knees until he was kneeling astride her thighs. "How about playing with it for me?" he asked, passion blurring the words as he reached for her hands, pulling them to the convergence of his muscular thighs. Linda felt his hairy scrotal sac brush her fingers, the soft covering yielding to betray the presence of the twin balls that marked the base of that thing that had just kissed her eager cunt. Then, as he curved her palm about his cock, she uttered a cry of delighted excitement. He did not hurry her, removing his own hands as she traced the rearing shaft with trembling fingers, examining the heart- shaped head by running her fingertips about the flared rim, then teasing the tiny slit at its tip. She tried encompassing the thick column, but her fingers and thumb could not meet. She placed one hand above the other, and found the knob beyond her top fist. "What do I do?" she queried, her voice anxious and determined. "I want to make it feel good." "Squeeze it," he murmured, his hips trembling, "and slide your hands up and down on it." Obediently, the girl's hands tightened their grip, moving back and forth along the swollen shaft, feeling the soft envelope slide against the core of throbbing hardness. She tugged with eagerness at the giant cock. "Hey!" he grunted in protest, his hands covering hers to slow the pumping. "Not so fast!" "I like it!" she exclaimed, resuming the motion, but with diminished speed. "It's so big and hard! Does it feel good to you, Ted?" "Wonderful, Sis," he whispered. "Why don't we turn the light on, so we can see what we're doing? Do you mind?" Linda felt the big cock slip from her grasp as Ted climbed off the bed to flick the wall switch, flooding the room with a brilliance that made them both blink. Her eyes focused on the rearing prick, and her lips shaped an oval of wonderment at its size. It was even larger than her fingering had led her to believe. She sat up in the bed, staring boldly at his nakedness, her mind busily comparing the tall, muscular youth with the child who had pressed his body against her in their earlier years. Ted was a man, she realized, and he had already assured her that she was a woman. That meant they were capable of doing all the things they had whispered about during those delightful nights when their Mother had permitted them to cuddle together in that same bed. Of course, Linda reminded herself, they would never actually do it. She could not bring herself to shape the word that sprang to the forefront of her imagination. But she welcomed the images that shaped themselves in her blonde head, dwelling on the rhythmic movement of Ted's hips above her eager crotch She felt her brother's eyes on her face, and heard him ask, "What's wrong, Sis?" "I was thinking something terrible," she whispered, feeling the heat of a deep blush suffuse her naked breasts and throat. Her gaze returned to that stiff cock, and her body trembled with a sudden shiver of desire. "You thought," Ted said, resting one knee on the bed, the prick wagging its engorged head only inches from her wet lips, "that I was going to screw you." Her tousled hair swirled in a vigorous denial. "You wouldn't do that!" she exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed questioningly, the red lips pursing. "Would you?" He grinned at her confusion, lowering his hips to the bed, but keeping one foot on the floor. The other leg folded, leaving his thighs parted to accentuate the heavy balls between them. "What would you do, little sister," he asked gently, "if I were to do just that?" Again, she looked at that big column, trying to visualize its thick shaft in her tight slit. A mixture of excitement and fear twisted her mouth as she answered, "I'd do anything for you, Ted." Her voice was weak, but sincere. His hands gripped her wrists, pulling her fingers back to their embrace of the swollen prick. She saw a shiny drop of clear liquid seep from the little eyelet of the purple crown, and her fists slid upward on the shaft milking still more of the lubricant from the throbbing hardness. "What is that?" she asked, bending closer to inspect the glistening exudation. The male scent of his cock filled her nostrils and she felt a sudden surge of increased desire for the handsome lad. Her nipples, already strutted into tingling fingers, ached with a strange sensation. "That's fuck juice, Sis," he said in a soft voice, smiling at her renewed blush at his use of the forbidden word. A new note crept into his tone as he added, "Taste it!" Her eyes flicked up to his face, then back to the oozing jizm. Without questioning the command, one slender hand freed itself from the bulging shaft, dabbling a soft fingertip in the pearly liquid and spreading it over the delicate "V" of the glans. The hand withdrew, carrying its slippery coating to her parted lips, and hovering there as a dainty tongue licked out to sample the musky lubricant. Her eyes closed as her tongue retreated with its erotic prize. Her lips met and tightened. Linda's taste duds tingled at the salty tartness of her brother's cock juice, and she savored its effect on her salivary glands before letting the mixture slide down her throat. She had often wondered how his prick would taste, and she could see nothing wrong with his request or her eager compliance. After all, Ted had swallowed the overflow from her pussy, and he wouldn't have done it if there had been anything improper about it. The touch of his hand on her head made her open her eyes, and she felt herself being pulled forward, gently, but firmly. Her free hand left her mouth to return to that stiff prong, joining her other hand in trembling encirclement. Closer, its tip almost touching her nose, his prick delivered another glob of jizm from its tiny eye, and she watched it roll sluggishly down the swollen ventral ridge. "Lick it for me, Sis!" There was a new note of urgency in his voice, and the big cock quivered in her fingers as his hand drew her still nearer, not really forcing, but urging with unmistakable pressure. She knew that Ted would enjoy the caress of her hot tongue on his prick, and she was equally certain that she would find pleasure in complying with his request. Not only would she be pleasing him, but she would be satisfying a dark hunger that was building in her mouth and throat, a hunger to taste more of that slippery juice that seeped from his hard cock. At school, Linda had heard some of the girls talk about "giving head" or "going down" on their dates, but she had never considered the act as something she would be so eager to try. She was uncertain as to just what she should do, aside from obeying Ted's thirdly disguised command. The prick was much too large to fit between her teeth, unless she strained her jaw uncomfortably. But, she mused, moistening her lips and yielding to the slight pressure of his hand, it would be wonderful to feel that smooth, slick head inside her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to slide upward from just beneath the "V" to lick the little accumulation of liquid from the pulsating hardness, lingering to tease the tiny slit, when she felt his body tremble in immediate response. "Does it feel good?" she whispered, moving her lips against the slippery membrane. "Wonderful!" he breathed, stroking her hair. "Take it in your mouth, Linda, and suck it!" "I don't know how," she complained, licking that small area of sensitive flesh again, and wiggling her tongue to massage the already tingling glans. "I'd do it all wrong!" "Just do it the way you want to!" he encouraged. "Don't worry about anything else." He tilted her head so that he could see her worried eyes. "You do want to suck my cock, don't you?" "Oh, yes!" was her quick and excited rejoinder. "I want to make you feel good!" His hand held her head in place, the tip of his cock bumping her chin when she tried to reach it with her extended tongue. Never mind about me," he insisted. Do you want it?" "More than anything else in the world!" She struggled against his hand. "Please, Please, Ted! Let me have it!" She opened her mouth wide, feeling the strain in the muscles of her jaw, and slid her wet lips about the huge knob It touched her teeth, and she managed to separate her jaws still more, enabling the flaring corona to slip past, caught between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She held him there, wriggling her tongue beneath the plump head, tightening her lips about the thick shaft, and applying a gentle suction that wrested a groan of pleasure from her brother's throat. "Goddamn!" he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "This is what I've been dreaming of for years! My baby sister chewing on my dick like a stick of candy! Pretend it's got a creamy center, Linda, and you're trying to suck it out! Just keep sucking on it and licking the head with that crazy tongue 'til you make it come!" Linda no longer felt the ache in her straining jaw. The taste and feel of that delicious prick blotted out all other sensations and she sucked it with little whines of lust, bathing it in saliva, then drawing the mixture back and into her throat while her tongue lashed it with furious swirling. "Play with my balls!" he hissed, forcing her hands from his cock and replacing them with a swift curling of his own strong fingers. He pumped the thick shaft, keeping the head firmly inserted in Linda's nursing mouth, but nudging her lips with each stroke, his forefinger and thumb touching the strained circle of wet redness. Her hands eased between his thighs, fondling the heavy orbs in their pliant sac, hefting them and rolling them inside the oily pocket with instinctive gentleness. Her tongue flogged the throbbing head, extracting repeated globs of that delicious juice from its slitted vent, and she whimpered with pleasure as the slippery tartness hashed her throat. She felt the prick begin a voluptuous sliding between her lips, the slick knob pushing over her writhing tongue, then pulling back to where the corona was trapped by her teeth. Ted's fist shaped a corridor for the shaft, and he hunched the cock through it, working the head in her mouth with short strokes that jabbed it against her palate. "Are you going to drink my come, Sis?" he panted, the circle of his fingers jamming against her lips with a steady drumming. "Are you gonna swallow it for me?" Linda managed a nod that bobbled the cockhead inside her oral grip, and her fingers fluttered hotly about his dangling bails she sucked with more powerful tugs. Through passion-flared nostrils, she gave a soft whine of greed that made him fuck her wet lips with more rapid strokes, feeding more of the big prick into her mouth, driving past her palate to bump the soft arch that shivered convulsively at the erotic touch. She strained her jaw to make more room for the meaty shaft, executing a little chewing motion that opened the path for his prick, then tightened around its withdrawal in delicious suction. Over her own soft whimpers and liquid slurpings, she could hear Ted's quick gasps of pleasure as he worked the puck back and forth, his hips jerking and quivering, and his balls tightening in her fondling fingers. "Now, Sis!" he exclaimed. "Suck it hard! Oh, damn! Suck it,!" Linda was unprepared for the gush of creamy semen that spurted over her tongue and into her throat. She had expected more of that same Juice she had drawn from the cock, but not the flood of warm sperm that bathed her tonsils and made her gag before she could swallow it down. There was more. Jet after jet of the ropey come filled her mouth, forcing its way back between her lips and the shaft to trickle down her chin and her rapidly gulping throat. She tried swallowing faster but the volume of male juice was too much. Her tongue cradling the massive head of his prick, wriggled in happy undulations that drew the last creamy drops from his pulsating glans, and she claimed them with a soft moan of joy. No longer concerned with the possible wrongness of what she had done, Linda was satisfied that she had made her brother feel good. Of that, she was quite certain. His husky cries as she drained his cock were sufficient evidence of his pleasure. Releasing his prick, she ran her tongue about her lips with a hungry licking motion, gathering the spillage of sticky sperm, and drawing it inside her aching mouth, savoring the bland flavor of his semen. "Did I do it right, Ted?" she asked, her lips, slightly puffed from their labor, curving in a sensuous smile. "Did I make it feel good?" He curled his forefinger, sliding it upward beneath her chin and gathering the come that had trickled beyond the reach of her tongue. Slowly, grinning at her surprised expression, he poked the cream-smeared knuckle into her mouth, feeling her hot lapping as she sucked the residue of his ejaculation. "It was good, Sis," he murmured, removing his finger and pushing the head of his spent cock forward to rub against her parted lips. "But you could do a lot better with a little practice." Linda's eyes brightened perceptibly. Are we going to do it again?" He chuckled, pushing her back on the bed and covering her warm breasts with his hairy chest. His mouth sought hers, tasting his own sperm in a tongue-driving kiss, waiting until it was over before he answered. "Not tonight, little sister." He shifted his weight to lick one strutted nipple, coating it with saliva and rubbing his cheek against its sensitive tip. She squirmed at the slight rasping of his beard growth. Gathering his clothing, he walked to the door, giving her a slow wink as he said, "Dream about all the things you've wanted us to do. If you're a good girl, we'll do them." Linda was smiling happily when the door closed behind him, her fingers already dipping between her wet thighs. Chapter 3 Joyce Porter shifted her voluptuous hips on the seat of the station wagon, adjusting the vent glass and leaning closer to the flow of sultry air. Perspiration coated her face, lending an earthy sensuality to the natural beauty of her features. "I wish we could have the air conditioner fixed," she sighed to the brown-haired man behind the wheel. "It would have been a nice trip if it hadn't been so hot." Ralph Porter gave an amused snort without taking his eyes from the road. "We were lucky this old crate made it at all. If Ted hadn't called when he did, I don't know what we would have done." From the seat behind them, a blonde youth said, "I can't imagine Ted Morgan owning all that property." The two girls who shared the seat with him exchanged knowing smiles, and the other one exclaimed, "You're just jealous, Clyde. Ted's a year younger than you, and he's rich. "And cute!" her sister added with a giggle. Rich and cute. "Susan! Beth!" their Mother said wearily. "Your brother was just expressing himself. I'll admit that I expected Bruce to leave everything to Dorothy." "If he had," her husband murmured, "we wouldn't be making this trip." Joyce reached across to pat his hand, the fingers lingering caressingly. "It all turned out for the best," she said softly. "In fact, it's almost like a miracle. You drew the last unemployment check last week. Having Ted invite us to live on the farm was the best thing that could have happened to us." Susan pushed a curl of brown hair back from her amused eyes. "I can just see my darling brother trying to milk a cow." "They have machines for that, stupid!" Clyde retorted. The blonde-haired Beth giggled again, crossing her arms over the promising mounds of her young breasts, their interesting tips revealed by the dampness of the blouse that clung to the thrusting curves. "I'll bet Ted can milk a cow!" "Children!" Joyce admonished. "Stop bickering! You're making your Father nervous." Ralph chuckled at the remark. "Even they couldn't do that, now," he said good-naturedly. "I feel like a condemned man who has just been granted a pardon." "Now, darling," Joyce remonstrated, smoothing the skirt over the swell of her lower thighs. "You tried to find work. Lots of people are in the same fix we are." He tricked a quick glance at the clinging skirt and the lush thrust of the twin mounds that poked prominent tips against her sweat-soaked blouse She saw the direction of his look, and her cheeks flamed, but she gave him an appreciative smile. It was good to know that the years of marriage and the arrival of three children, all now in their teens, had not diminished her husband's desire. "I wish they could all have their problems solved so easily," Ralph said. "Your nephew becomes rich overnight, and we get a new lease on life." "It was sweet of Ted to invite us," Joyce agreed. "I just hope we can find some way to repay him." "He'll probably have us working our butts off!" Clyde interjected. "Clyde Porter!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting about to face her son. "You watch that language! Just because you're almost nineteen doesn't mean that you can talk any way you please." "Your Mother's right, Son," Ralph added in a softer tone. "But, if we do have to do that, it will be a small price to pay for the security Ted can give us." Joyce sighed, her big breasts sliding their nipples beneath her damp blouse. "Can you imagine what that boy is worth? My goodness! Some of that land was worth two thousand dollars an acre before Rachel died. There's no telling what it would bring today." Ralph glanced at the rear-view mirror, seeing the closely packed boxes that filled the area behind the two seats. He gave a little frown as he said, "And all we have is a stack of dishes and a few clothes." "Don't worry, darling," Joyce said consolingly. "We still have each other and the children." The station wagon, dust-covered and knocking worse than when they began the trip, pulled off the highway and onto the long drive that led to the Morgan farmhouse. The five visitors were greeted at the door by a smiling Ted and a beaming Linda, while Dorothy, more reserved in her welcome, waited inside the doorway. "I'm glad you could come on such short notice," Ted said to Ralph, answering the man's hearty handshake with a grip that made the other wince in surprise. "Now that Dad is gone, it seems proper to get all of us together again." Linda showed the three youngsters upstairs to their separate rooms, blushing furiously when Clyde insisted on giving her a quick squeeze before ducking inside his room and closing the door. Ted assured Ralph that he would have the wagon unloaded by some of the hired help, and asked him to wait in the study while he showed Joyce their room. Then, urging his aunt up the stairs before him, he followed the undulating hips down the hallway, reaching past her to turn the knob and wave her inside. Closing the door behind him, Ted waited for her to look about the room and turn back to where he stood, a half-smile playing across his handsome mouth. Innocently, Joyce stepped forward, halting with her pointed tits almost touching his shirt front. "I can't tell you how grateful I am, Ted," she exclaimed, "that you called and invited us here. Ralph will tell you the same thing." Ted placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, closing the distance between them. Joyce stiffened as the tips of her breasts collided with his broad chest, but she made no attempt to pull away. Her head came up, and her blue eyes examined his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He smiled down into her lovely face. "You've always been one of my favorite people, Aunt Joyce," Ted murmured. He arched one brow. "You knows, it's amazing how much you and Mother resembled each other." The woman's lips softened, and her arms went about the hard young body in a gesture of understanding. Suddenly, she was pressed against him from Knees to nipples, her slightly rounded belly jammed hard against his flat middle, and his pelvis, with its masculine firmness, was lodged tightly against her yielding hips. "Would you kiss me, Aunt Joyce?" he asked softly. "I could almost pretend Mother was here again." "Oh, you poor lad!" Joyce exclaimed, pursing her lips and aiming them at the sensual lips that offered their parted moistness. "Of course, I will!" She realized her mistake the moment their mouths met, but it was too late for the protest that sprang to her throat. His arms slipped from her shoulders to her slender waist, hard and demanding, and his lips crushed hers with a pressure that bordered on pain. His tongue, hot and wet, drove between her teeth, colliding with hers in a savage writhing. Joyce tried to still the wild surge of lust that rocketed through her body as she felt his cock harden into a throbbing cylinder between their hips, the heat of the thing burning through her dress and thin panties, and tingling her bushy cunt. His hands, strong and determined, crawled down the outward sweep of her firm buttocks to cup her ass and pull her more firmly against his swelling prick. His chest moved suggestively over the outlined nipples of her heaving breasts, and he scooped her tongue from her mouth, sucking it back into his own. Helpless in the thundering of desire, Joyce found her arms straining him still closer, and she discovered that her hips were moving, grinding her fevered cuntal mound against that delightful hardness. It was sheer madness---she screamed at her responsive body. This was her own nephew! Her sister's son! And she was kissing him like some sex-starved school girl. Never, since her marriage to Ralph, had she permitted another man to hold her the way Ted was embracing her, rolling the shaft of his prick against the plump mound of her cunt, and teasing her already strutted nipples with his chest. My God! He was huge! Through their clothing, Joyce could estimate the size of that engorged prong, and she shivered at the thought of its long, thick hardness stretching and filling her pussy. Just as quickly, she pushed the dreadful thought aside, summoning up some lingering shred of sanity, and wrestled free of the lad's arms. Panting, visibly shaken by the kiss and the bodily contact, she stepped back, staring helplessly at the ominous bulge in Ted's slacks. She dragged her eyes up to his face at the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry, Aunt Joyce!" he apologized. "It's just that you're so beautiful. I didn't intend for this to happen." Joyce ran her fingers through her hair, lips working soundlessly as she groped for words. The boy sounded sincere, and she couldn't forget that she had responded to that kiss with an eagerness that had shocked and frightened her. 'It's all right, Ted," she managed. "We were both to blame." "I'd better get downstairs to Uncle Ralph," the youth said. He paused with his hand on the door, his eyes demanding an answer as he asked, "Just then, when we were kissing, did you want it the way I did?" Her lips quivered, and she gave a soft sob as she nodded, unable to bring herself to voice the admission. When he had gone, she sank down on the edge of the big bed, her shoulders shaking as the tears finally spilled out. In the hallway a laughing Linda tugged Susan and Beth past him, and down the stairs, all three of them flashing smiles at Ted as they raced off to explore some area Linda had suggested. Ted checked the front of his slacks, assuring himself that the throbbing bulge was now only a promising lump. Grinning, he entered the study where Ralph waited. * * * An hour later, Ralph Porter, flushed with excitement, burst into the room he was to share with Joyce, picking her up and whirling her about in an excited dance. "I can't believe it!" he exclaimed to the protesting Joyce. "That boy is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! He's going to put me in charge of the farm's operation, and he's setting up a scholarship for all three of the kids." Joyce tried to match her husbands mood. But she could not block the worried look that crept over her face as she reminded him, "But, you don't know anything about farming." "I told him that," Ralph replied. "He said that the workers know their jobs so well, I wouldn't have to do anything but keep tabs on them. Just think, honey! A few days ago, we were practically on our way to the poor-house. Now, I have a good job, we live in a beautiful house, and the kids are home free! I couldn't be happier." She let him kiss her. But, as his mouth worked against hers, Joyce could think only of Ted's searching tongue, and the torrid pressure of his big prick against her cunt. It was all she could do to keep from crying out at the confusion in her lush body. Showered and lovely in a modestly cut print dress, Joyce went downstairs again to find Dorothy just leaving the study. Giving the red-haired woman a smile, she touched her arm. "Why don't you and I have a talk Dot?" she asked gently. "I think it's long overdue." Dorothy Morgan nodded, not answering the smile, but waving Joyce into the room she had just left, following her and closing the door of the study before speaking. "I don't think there's very much we can talk about," Dorothy said quietly, walking across to the desk and extracting a cigarette from a carved hoe. When Joyce shook her head at the offer of one, Dorothy lighted her own and leaned one hip against the desk. "As you probably know," she said, exhaling smoke with the words, "I'm merely a guest here, thanks to Bruce's will." Joyce avoided the woman's angry eyes. "Yes," she murmured. "I know about that. I don't think it was at all fair." Some of the anger disappeared, and the red hair shimmered in a quick toss of Dorothy's head as she said, "I'm surprised to hear you say that. I always felt that you disapproved of me." "Heavens, no!" Joyce exclaimed. "I like you very much. It was Bruce who made it impossible for us to get better acquainted." She stood up from the chair, walking across to where Dorothy leaned against the desk. Holding out one hand, she said, "Let's be friends, Dot. Will you?" Dorothy responded by straightening her body, touching the warm fingers with her own as she leaned forward to offer her lips in a gesture of affection. Neither of them could stem the rush of desire that accompanied the meeting of their mouths. Lips pressed together, and tongue tips bared touching, they gazed into each other's eyes with surprise and wonder, their arms sliding and embracing until the two bodies fused in a writhing meeting of breasts and hips It was Joyce who pushed the younger woman back against the desk, fitting her knee between the trembling legs and forcing them apart so she could jam her plump cuntal mound against its inviting counterpart. Her hand forced itself between their bodies to cup and squeeze a warm resilient tit, massaging the nipple that sprang erect beneath the thin dress. Panting with excitement, Dorothy worked her lips free of the demanding mouth. "My God, Joyce!" she whispered in a fierce tone. "Do yon know what you're doing?" Joyce Porter tried to answer, but all that emerged from her wet lips was a hoarse moan of lust. Her fingers tugged at the dress, working it upward over the sleek thighs, baring the white panties that cupped the furrowed mound of Dorothy's pussy. She hacked away far enough to see the tendrils of red hair that poked teasingly from either side of the embracing crotch. Helpless, her brain whirling with a hunger too powerful to resist, Joyce slid to her knees between the redhead's parted legs, wrapping her arms about the lush hips and plunging her contorted face against the outlined beauty of that delicate cunt. "Yes!" Dorothy hissed, pushing her hips forward and feeling the heat of the woman's breath against her sensitive pussy. "Oh, yes! Let me push these panties down, Joyce!" Whimpering, Joyce drew back to watch the white material descend, revealing the mass of red curls that framed the deep valley between the sloping outer lips of the inviting cunt. Her eyes almost closed in a desperate bid at self-control, and she wagged her head from side to side in one last effort to halt the thing she knew was about to happen. Then, with a sharp gasp of surrender, she plunged her open mouth against Dorothy's pussy, and forced her wriggling tongue between the pliant folds of the vaginal entrance. "Son of a bitch!" Ted Morgan's exclamation made both women jerk with surprise, and Joyce pulled her juice-smeared face from Dorothy's red-haired crotch to blink in horror at her nephew's grinning observation. He stood just inside the doorway, staring at his Stepmother's exposed cunt with a look far older than his eighteen years. Dorothy's voice was surprisingly calm as she said, "I forgot that the door was unlocked." "Oh, my God!" was Joyce's weak cry. She started to get to her feet, but Ted's uplifted hand made her freeze in position. "Now," he said mockingly, "I understand why you were so upset when I kissed you, Aunt Joyce. You wanted a different kind of lips." Joyce wagged a protesting denial, her blonde hair brushing the spread thighs. "I've never done anything like this before!" she exclaimed. "You've got to believe me, Ted! This is the first time!" The youth's lips curled. "Of course, I believe you," he said, moving farther into the room. "And I wouldn't think of stopping you. Go right ahead! Give my darling Stepmother a real thrill!" Again, the savage shaking of her head. "I couldn't! Please, Ted! I couldn't do that now!" The mocking smile faded, replaced by a tightening of his handsome mouth. "You don't have any choice, Aunt Joyce'" he murmured. "You know how much is at stake for your family. Anyway, you were about to do it before I came in." He sank down onto one of the nearby chairs, sliding down until his knees were spread to disclose the outlined shaft of his big cock swollen beneath his slacks, tenting them with its furious throbbing. "Eat her pussy, Aunt Joyce," he said in a soft voice. "I've never watched two women make it. It should be very interesting." Dorothy reached down and used both hands to turn the woman's face toward her waiting snatch, pulling her closer as she said, "Do it, Joyce. He means what he says. We don't have any choice." Joyce's shoulders trembled, but she buried her mouth in the damp crevice, and Dorothy gave a little sigh as she felt the tongue re-enter her pussy. She moved her hips to increase the thrilling frictioning, and her fingers urged the blonde head even closer. "Pretend he isn't here!" she murmured. "Oh, God! You're making it feel wonderful!" From his chair, Ted gave a soft chuckle, curving one hand about his erection, cupping his big balls as he watched his aunt's head execute a little screwing motion that wormed her lips into the wet cunt, and heard the liquid sound of her avid feasting. He lifted his eyes to meet his Stepmother's slightly glazed stare. Slowly, deliberately, he winked at her, seeing the woman's mouth tilt in a faint smile. Then, the smile faded, and her mouth twisted in a grimace of ecstasy. Dorothy body trembled and she worked her hips in shorts quick circles that ground her pussy against Joyce's sucking mouth and flashing tongue. She groaned, her ass cheeks tensing with each powerful tremor of the climax that roared through her cunt. Joyce's rapid swallowing matched the jerks of the redhead's voluptuous hips. The tart vaginal juice filled her mouth, seeping out to bathe her chin and throat before she could gulp it down, and she moaned her pleasure as she claimed the liquid honey with hungry suction, the slurping audible to the grinning boy who sat clutching his swollen crotch until Dorothy's quivering body relaxed. Joyce climbed to her feet, her legs trembling, and Ted rose to hand her his pocket handkerchief to wipe her mouth and chin. He watched with interest as Dorothy wiggled her hips to pull her panties up about them, tugging the dress down and smoothing it into place. Ted moved behind his aunt, pressing his engorged shaft against her delightfully curved buttocks, and wrapping his arms about her waist to heighten the pleasure of the contact. She made no attempt to move away, and he adjusted his hips to fit the hardness between her ass cheeks, moving his hands up to fondle the pliant globes of her breasts. "You see how simple it is, Aunt Joyce?" he said gently, using his chin to push her blonde hair aside, and nibbling wetly at her right ear. "Just do as you're told, and we'll he one big, happy family." Still dabbing at her mouth with the handkerchief, Joyce shook her head. "What will I do if Ralph finds out? It will kill him." The hot stiffness jammed harder against her ass as Ted said, "That's really why I came in here. I want you to tell him that you're sleeping in my room tonight." She stiffened in his arms, and Dorothy drew in a sharp breath of surprise. Ted's arms tightened, holding his prick in that warm crevice of trembling flesh. "Before you tell me what he'll say," Ted warned, "let me remind you that he has just as much to lose as you do. He can throw away the chance of a lifetime by playing the jealous husband. Or he can make things easier for you and the kids by playing along." Joyce's shoulders rose and fell. "How do you think he'd feel, Ted?" she demanded. "He'd be just down the hall from us, and he'd know exactly what we were doing. I've never been unfaithful to him. Not once." Ted chuckled, pinching her nipples and making her ass jerk against the shaft of his cock. "How about what you were doing to Dorothy?" "That was the first time!" she insisted. "Please, Ted. Think about how it will make him feel, lying there thinking about it." "He won't have to do that," the youth explained in a deceptively soft voice. "He'll be right there in the bedroom with us." "You devil!" It was Dorothy's hoarse exclamation, and it masked Joyce's gasp. "You wouldn't dare!" Ted released his aunt, and stepped back, adjusting his slacks about the huge bulge of his prick. His eyes went from one to the other, insolent and assured. "Let's all remember who owns this place," he said firmly. His gaze caught Joyce's frightened eyes and held them. "I don't give a damn what you tell him. Just bring him with you when you come to my bedroom at one o'clock." He strode to the door, turning to watch the two women fall into a weeping embrace. His lip curled. "Don't forget, Aunt Joyce," he said quietly. "One o'clock." The closing of the door blocked out the sound of the women's sobbing. Chapter 4 Bathed, shaved, and completely naked, Ted lay on the big bed, his muscular body covered to the waist by a thin sheet, scanning the pages of a catalogue and casting occasional glances at the bedside clock. Dinner had been a pleasant affair, with the three girls teasing Clyde about his inability to stay on the gentlest of the several horses the youngsters had tried. Ralph had made several suggestions concerning the big farm, and Ted could tell from Joyce's worried look that she had not yet told her husband of her nephew's demands. Dorothy, trying to make up for Joyce's silence, engaged Ralph in a heated discussion ranging from politics to religion, and Ted saw the man's eyes drift more than once to the revealing neckline that barely covered the tips of the redhead's lush tits. Ted made no secret of his visual examination of his female cousins, and his cock became a throbbing bar of hot hardness beneath the table as he mentally stripped their nubile bodies and revealed the tasty breasts and the obviously virginal pussies. Now, in the luxury of his bed, he waited for the soft knock he was certain would come. Joyce's weeping protest had convinced him that she would carry through with his plan. If she had ever intended to refuse, she would have done so immediately. Her indecision indicated her agreement. "It isn't locked!" he called when the rapping finally came. He placed the catalogue on the table and leaned on one elbow, watching the doorknob turn and the door swing open. Joyce entered the room, her movements quick and nervous beneath the sheer robe she had failed to close completely, its gaping folds giving Ted a glimpse of shadowed curves and warm flesh. She half-turned, urging the reluctant Ralph through the door, and closing it with an audible sigh. Ralph's face was an angry mask, his eyes darting about the room, but refusing to meet Ted's amused grin. a well worn dressing gown covered his body, knotted about his waist. His hands were buried in the pockets, moving restlessly. "I do believe Uncle Ralph is angry," Ted said, his grin widening. "What the devil did you expect?" Ralph exclaimed. "Joyce is my wife, not some common whore!" "Of course she's no whore," Ted agreed. "She's a beautiful woman who happens to be my aunt." "That makes it even worse!" Ralph argued, his big shoulders shaking win emotion. "It would be incest! I couldn't believe it when Joyce told me." The boy's face hardened. "You'd better believe it, Uncle Ralph!" he said flatly. "Cooperate, and we'll all have a wonderful time." He halted the other's words with a warning finger. "You do want your family to have the best things of life?" His shoulders slumped and Ralph shook his head. "It's not right! Joyce and I love each other." "Excellent!" Ted smiled. "Then, you'll enjoy seeing her have a good time." "Why don't you let him go back to the room, Ted?" Joyce's voice pleaded. "Don't make him suffer any more." "No way," the youth said bluntly. "He stays right here." He pointed to a big chair that faced the bed. "Pull your robe off, Uncle Ralph, and sit down. That's all you have to do. Just sit there and watch." The man's body tensed, his lips quivering. His eyes darted to Joyce's face, and she gave him an encouraging nod. "Do as he says, darling," she murmured. "Please!" His look became a glare as he rasped, "You seem awfully anxious to do this!" His wife's eyes showed the hurt, but her voice remained calm. "I'm doing it for all of us, Ralph," she reminded him. "Let's think about the children instead of ourselves." "What are they going to think when they find out that their Mother is ...?" "Don't say it, Ralph!" she warned. "Just do as he says, and it will all be over in a few minutes." The man's fingers fumbled with the sash of his robe, and the garment was shrugged off, falling to the floor as he sank down onto the chair, his face red with embarrassment as Ted's eyes examined the flaccid cock that dangled against his left thigh. "Not bad Uncle Ralph," the boy murmured. "I'll bet Aunt Joyce really goes after that thing when it's hard." The man shifted his hips in the chair, bringing his knees together and covering his crotch with both hands. His hairy chest and neck turned a deep red, and his eyes stared at the floor near his wife's bare feet. "OK, Aunt Joyce," Ted grinned. "We'll pretend he isn't there. Take your robe off, and come here." He patted the bed suggestively and Ralph gave a low groan of suppressed anger and jealousy as his wife shrugged the garment from her lush body. Ted gave a soft whistle of admiration, his gaze roaming up and down her inviting curves. Joyce felt her nipples stiffen as the lad's hot stare drifted over the firm mounds of her big breasts, and a thrilling tangle jarred her cunt when he shifted his eyes to that mass of blonde curls. She had always been proud of her body, managing to avoid the sagging and stretching which usually accompanied the years of marriage and the birth of three children. Her buttocks were still tight and her thighs firm and perfectly rounded, while her calves possessed that youthful curve men found so attractive. Now as Ted beckoned to her from the bed, she felt desire shudder through her belly, dampening the lips of her pussy and glazing her eyes with its irresistible lust. She moved toward the half-covered body of her sister's only son, her legs trembling and her tits swaying, engorged tips that hungered for his hot kisses. "Pull the sheet back," the youth said in a tight voice. Joyce leaned over the bed, her big breasts rolling against her rib cage. Her fingers plucked at the sheet, tugging it down to the foot of the bed, her eyes widening and her mouth opening in surprise. "Good God!" It was Ralph's exclamation. The man stared at Ted's rearing prick with a mixture of envy and disbelief. Thick and long, the cock reached up from his hairy crotch like a gnarled limb, the blue veins pulsating along its strutted length. Joyce licked her lips, fear and desire battling for supremacy in her anxious eyes. It was easily the largest cock she had ever seen, and at least two inches longer than Ralph's organ. The thought of its swollen length sliding up into her pussy sent a hot shiver through that delicate channel, and she felt a hot wetness as her juices lathered the vaginal walls in anticipation. She had realized that her nephew was well equipped from that pressing hardness during their previous kiss. But she had not expected anything like the nine-inch column that arched its purple head in quivering readiness. Ted scooted his body to one side of the bed, patting the space beside him. "Right here, Aunt Joyce," he said quietly. "Just lie down and spread those gorgeous legs." Another groan sounded from the chair as Joyce lowered her body to the bed, stretching out on her back and angling the sleek beauty of her thighs. The blonde silk parted to expose the wet slit of her cunt, the labial folds glistening in the bedroom light. Lazily, Ted pushed himself onto his knees, climbing between the woman's spread legs, bracing himself with one hand on her right breast, the fingers kneading the resilient mound and tweaking the swollen nipple. His prick hovered above the splayed lips of her inviting pussy. He turned amused eyes to the angry man. "One more thing, Uncle Ralph," he said with a grin. "Tell me to do it. You see, we both want to make sure you approve of this." The man's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his hairy chest heaving with emotion. "Haven't you done enough?" he groaned. "Do you have to drag us all the way down?" Ted wrapped his free hand about the shaft of his cock, dropping his hips enough to permit the huge knob to touch the wet jaws of Joyce's cunt. He rubbed it back and forth though the deep furrow, seeing the woman's eyes close and her lower lip fold back between her teeth at the caress. "Just two words, Uncle Ralph," he urged. "That isn't much to ask in exchange for all I'm giving you." "Say it, Ralph!" Joyce groaned. Her hips trembled as the hot cockhead massaged the distended bud of her clitoris, then slid teasingly against He fluttering lips of her cunt. "For God's sake! Say it!" RaIph's hand pushed upward along his quivering jaw to run his fingers through his brown hair. He sucked in a deep breath and his teeth clenched with effort. "Fuck her!" he grated, saliva spraying with the violence of the exclamation. His face twisted in agony. Joyce tried to stifle her gasp as Ted centered the meaty glans and began boring into her cunt, stretching her labia into a tight circle of nerve-laced tissue and rubbing it with the thick shaft that followed the head into her straining vagina. The youth's chest descended upon her tits, hairs grinding against the sensitive nipples, and he forced his prick deeper into the slowly yielding corridor of quivering femininity. His hands cupped her face, making her look into his eyes as he entered her, reading the helpless response that flickered behind the half- closed lids. "Your wife has a tight cunt, Uncle Ralph," Ted murmured. "You're a very lucky man." "Damn you!" was the almost inaudible retort. Ralph Porter wanted to tear his gaze away from that slowly disappearing cock. But it held his eyes like a magnet as he watched it vanish into Joyce's hairy cunt. "You're hurting her!" Deliberately, Ted fed another inch into the shuddering sheath before asking, "Am I hurting you, Aunt Joyce?" Her head tried to wag a denial, but his hands held it captive. Her voice was strained as she gasped, "No!" Grinning down into her contorted face, Ted demanded, "Tell him it feels good! Tell him you love having your pussy full of hard meat! Tell him!" Her tongue flicked wildly across the parted lips, and her ass began a grinding response to the stretching and filling of her vaginal corridor. She felt his balls bump gently against her anal cleft and her legs drew up, thighs clamping his hips, then flashing higher to encircle his arched waist. Her arms went around his torso, fingers clutching at his broad back. "Don't make me talk, Ted!" she hissed at him. "Just fuck me!" A savage thrust slammed the swollen head of his cock against her womb, and his pelvic arch bumped her blonde triangle in complete hilting. She cried out at the delightful sensation of having her pussy filled to capacity for the first time in her life, and her ass wiggled excitedly as he began a rhythmic stroking through the spasming channel of slippery flesh. Ralph Porter stared at the writhing body of his wife, seeing Ted's big cock slide in and out of the Juicy opening between her thighs. He heard her whimpers as the prick speared her, again and again, and he recognized the sounds of pleasure he had heard so often. There was no doubt about it, he realized. Joyce was enjoying what the boy was doing to her. When she told him of Ted's demands, she had insisted that she would merely lie there and let him vent his lust on her motionless body. But she was anything but motionless as the cock slid in and out, its thick shaft glistening with her juices. Suddenly, Joyce's whimpers became little cries of ecstasy, and her ass twisted violently beneath the hammering hips of her nephew. Her scissoring legs flexed to hunch her crotch against the pounding maleness, and Ralph knew she was coming. Ted recognized the signals too. Hilting his prick in the churning sheath, he worked his hips in a savage circling that rubbed her labia and massaged her convulsing depths as Joyce gasped her way through a climax that left her weak and trembling. Relaxing atop the almost motionless body, Ted twisted his head about to flash Ralph a sardonic grin. "I think I've just struck oil, Uncle Ralph," he chuckled. "It's getting awfully greasy in there. I guess I'd better pump it out." Still looking at his uncle's florid face, the boy began hunching again, stroking the juicy cunt until its slippery overflow bubbled out about his sliding cock to coat his balls and trickle sluggishly down the woman's wiggling ass cleft. Still fucking her with those powerful thrusts that slammed his belly against hers with each hilting, Ted dropped his eyes to Ralph's crotch. His grin became a mocking sneer. "Shame on you, Uncle Ralph!" His words were interspersed by little grunts as he slammed his prick into the responsive cunt, feeling the vaginal muscles squeeze and massage its throbbing length. "You're getting a hard-on from watching your wife get fucked!" Ralph chewed his lower lip, digging his fingers into the chair arms in a vain effort to halt the swelling of his own cock. It was true, he admitted. His original anger had been replaced by a strange and overwhelming sensation that he could not identify and which he could not resist. He glared back at the grinning boy, his hands releasing the chair and falling to his hairy thighs. Slowly, one hand crept to the pulsating column of his own prick, curling about it and squeezing until the purple knob ached with pressure. He wet his lips and his shoulders shuddered convulsively. "Fuck her, damn you!" he cried in a choked voice. "Fuck her harder!" Chuckling with sadistic amusement, Ted rode the panting women with furious thrusts, making her cry out with the savagery of his deep thrusts. The bed shook beneath them, and Joyce worked her ass in a frantic effort to match his strokes with the delightful wiggling of her elevated hips. She felt the sudden change in tempo as Ted shortened his strokes and jabbed the head of his cock against her womb with jarring plunges, his body trembling with the nearness of his own orgasm. "Yes!" Joyce panted, screwing her cunt about the swelling length of his shaft. "Give it to me! Give me that come!" The huge cock plunged into her belly and the heavy balls rolled against her wriggling ass. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations as her pussy exploded in response to the spurting semen that washed against her spasming womb in hot volleys that she could feel all the way to the heels that hammered her nephews clenching buttocks. Grunting, Ted tugged his spent cock from the foaming lips of the torrid cunt. He rolled off and onto his side, looking across at the man who had climbed to his feet, still pumping the engorged prick that poked outward from his trembling crotch. "Don't be bashful, Uncle Ralph," he called in a breathless voice. "Hell! She's your wife. Get it off in her snatch!" The man shuffled forward, staring at the dripping jaws of the cream-filled cunt, and Joyce widened the angle of her thighs in invitation. Ralph placed one knee on the bed, and Joyce eased a shapely leg over to draw him closer, pressing her calf against his thigh until he was kneeling over her, his cock aimed for that juicy crevice in the semen-flecked curls. With a hoarse cry, he collapsed atop his wife's body, fingers still curled about the jutting prick that was trapped between their bellies as it pumped its load of ropey sperm onto her heaving stomach, the cream spreading as Joyce shook her hips beneath him to friction her flesh against the exploding cock. "You see," came Ted's sarcastic reminder. "All you needed was a little push in the right direction. I think you'll both learn to enjoy this." Ignoring the youth, Ralph pushed himself up to whisper, "I'm sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! Honest to God! I couldn't help it!" Joyce patted the man's cheek. "Of course, you couldn't. I understand." "Sure she does," Ted added. "And she hopes you understand why she popped her cookies when I stuck my dick in her." Ralph climbed to his feet his cock still semi-erect and dripping. "Can we go back to our room?" he asked weakly. "Not yet," was the soft answer. "Just make yourself comfortable over there." To Joyce, he said, "Pull your legs up and spread your knees." Frowning, the woman obeyed, gripping both legs with her hands to hold them in the designated position. She stared in wonder as Ted moved down to kneel below her elevated hips. He reached down and rubbed two fingers through the puddle of semen Ralph had spilled onto her belly. Joyce suppressed a sharp gasp when Ted carried the spunk-coated digits down to the splayed cleft of her ass, and began rubbing the slippery juice over her tiny anus. Her elevated hips jerked when one of the fingers slipped inside the tight circle, squirming in a grinding spiral that widened the brown opening and massaged the delicate membranes beyond the sphincteral lips. She gave a choked cry when he forced the second finger into her asshole, twisting the intruding stiffness to loosen the clenching anus. Her husband leaned forward, his face anxious. "You're not going to put it in there!" It was a declaration, rather than a question. "She would never let me do that. She's too tight." Ted gave a chuckle, jamming the fingers deeper and wiggling them. "She won't be tight when I get through with her," he exclaimed. He looked down into Joyce's contorted face. "Shame on you! Refusing to give your husband a piece of that hot ass!" Satisfied that the orifice was ready, he tugged his fingers from the juicy circle, and leaned over her belly, sliding the head of his cock through the creamy residue of Ralph's come. Then, without haste, he steered the big prick until the knob touched her tingling asshole. "Noooooo!" she moaned, shaking her hips as the pressure increased. "Please, Ted! Don't make me take it like that!" "Don't fight it, Aunt Joyce," he urged. "You know how to loosen that thing!" Holding his prick centered in the quivering striation, he gave a forceful lunge of his powerful hips, shoving the woman's body upward in the bed before the meaty knob of his cock snapped past the sphincter and into her previously lubricated colon. "UUUNNNGGGHHHH!" The tortured scream blasted from behind tightly clenched teeth as Joyce felt the hot hardness fill her intestinal sleeve, expanding the anal ring to its capacity, and frictioning through it to stretch the tender corridor about its throbbing hulk. "Oh, God!" she wailed, twisting her hips in a vain effort to lessen the intolerable filling. "You're killing me!" "Ted!" Ralph pleaded, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of that big cock sliding up into his wife's straining tail. "You're hurting her!" His tool halfway toward its goal of complete hilting, Ted paused to glance back over his shoulder at the excited man whose own cock was beginning to swell again. "All she has to do," he panted, "is relax her muscles. Just keep watching, Uncle Ralph. Once I get it all in, she'll be begging for more." He had halted his invasion, but his hips continued a slow grinding motion that worked his prick about inside the clenching sleeve of slippery tissue, loosening the hot grip until Joyce stopped whimpering and began waggling her ass in response. Gripping her quivering thighs for leverage, Ted pulled his cock back, tugging her sphincter muscles outward with the reversed pressure of his flared glans. Then, just as slowly, he slid the joint back into her intestine, feeling the muscles rippling and squeezing the pulsating invader. "Still want me to stop, Aunt Joyce?" he grunted, fucking her with increasing speed, each thrust driving the head of his prick farther up into the hot sheath of wriggling wetness. Her eyes glared at him, and her sensual lips drew back in a savage snarl that bared her teeth. Perspiration beaded on her furrowed brow as she rolled her head from side to side on the sweat-dampened pillow. "I'll be damned!" came Ralph's unbelieving cry. "She likes it! You're practically splitting her wide open, and she likes it!" His fingers raced up and down the engorged sham of his cock, and the other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. "And all these years, she wouldn't let me even try to get it in there!" Ted ignored the man's exclamation as he rammed still deeper into the churning slickness, wrenching another gasp from the woman whose asshole was being frictioned into a spasming circle of tingling nerves that threatened to explode at any moment. The huge cock was racing in and out, massaging and filling, pumping and sucking in a blend of sensations she had never before dreamed possible. "Harder!" she hissed, working her hips to increase the almost intolerable ecstasy of that pistoning hardness. "Please, Ted! Do it harder!" His hairy pubic arch slapped her gaping cunt with each savage thrust, creating a wet, obscene sound that blended with the softer squish of his prick as it bored through her froth-ringed anus. The bed trembled beneath his assault, the thick mattress yielding to the powerful hammering of his hips as he fucked her. She came, her body arching and trembling with the tremors that raced through her empty vagina, and her cunt juice gurgled out to trickle down onto the thick cock, oiling the cylinder of pounding lust until the squishing became a loud slurping as it drove through the hot wetness. Again, ecstasy ripped through her pussy, the pleasure-fire fanned by the prick that ripped in and out of her spasming ass, seeming to fill her belly to the bursting point as it roared up into her ass, then leaving a hungry ache as it retreated for another thrilling plunge. A third climax thundered from deep inside her vagina, and she felt the big cock ram its thick column to a depth she tried to increase by the frantic writhing of her ass. The prick jerked, thrilling her intestinal walls with its hot lunges, and Ted's sperm laved the tender tissues as it spurted into her colon with a force that made her whole body convulse in ecstatic response. Her muscles stripped the jetting hardness, sucking the ropey come from him with instinctive undulations, and she whimpered in lust as the prick slid back to pop out of her still-hungry ass. Joyce felt her body being turned, and she knelt on the bed, face buried in her folded arms, her rounded ass poking upward and outward, dripping Ted's semen from its well-stretched entrance. She didn't recognize Ralph's prick until he had buried it to the balls in her intestinal grip. It didn't matter. She was being fucked again, and her body was answering the savage ravishment with yet another bucking orgasm. Ralph had never brought such violent and delightful quivers to her cunt during all their years of marriage as he was now producing in her spasming rectum. She rolled her head to one side and found herself staring at her nephews still-rigid cock as the youth positioned himself beside her and aimed the plum-like head at her wet lips. Behind her, Ralph's hips hammered her wiggling buttocks with increasing speed, and she knew he was watching Ted's approach. She operated her mouth wide, tasting the tart masculinity of the big prick that strained her jaws with its size, and punished her throat with its determined shove. Greedily, she began sucking, flaying the cock with her lashing tongue" It was only later, when she could think about it without feeling the ecstasy of two male organs invading her flesh, that Joyce realized Ralph had fucked her even harder after Ted eased his prick into her mouth. Chapter 5 "Don't you see, darling?" Joyce explained to her frowning husband. "I have to do it." Ralph Porter began an angry protest, but halted it with a long sigh. His broad shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the bed, watching his wife check her reflection in the dresser mirror. "I'm beginning to wonder," he said dejectedly, "if we shouldn't have stayed at home." Joyce turned, giving him a wet-lipped smile, happy at what she had just seen in the glass. Whatever else Ted's erotic demands had accomplished, they had stripped years from her appearance. "Let's not start arguing again," she urged. "You'll have to admit that you enjoyed yourself last night." He nodded dully, lacing his fingers about one knee. "That was last night," he reminded her. "Today, I have an emotional hangover." His mouth twisted. "We were like animals!" She leaned over and kissed his forehead, twisting away as he reached for her magnificent breasts, their resilient mounds bouncing behind the almost-transparent dress. "Silly!" she smiled. "We are animals! Now, you stop fretting. Go for a walk or something." "Sure!" he grunted. "Walk and think about what he's doing to you. My God! After last night, I don't see how he can even think about sex!" She walked to the door, buttocks undulating with more freedom that he had ever witnessed in those firm cheeks. Turning, she said, "Just think about the security we have here, darling. Ted's already told you we can buy anything within reason and simply charge it to him." He waited until the door closed behind her before murmuring, "Just how much is a guy supposed to charge for letting another man screw his wife?" Down the hallway, in his own bedroom, Ted Morgan faced a bewildered Clyde Porter, smiling at the lad's confused expression from the comfort of a deep chair. "I'll say it again, Clyde," Ted said with exaggerated patience. "How would you like to screw Aunt Joyce?" Clyde's fingers ran nervously through his blond hair. "You've gotta be putting me on!" he exclaimed, shifting his feet on the expensive carpet. "She's my Mother!" Ted's wide shoulders shrugged expressively. "Lots of guys poke their old ladies. Hell! What's wrong with it?" "Christ!" his companion said forcefully. "I couldn't do a thing like that." His head snapped about as a gentle knock sounded, and Ted called, "Come in, Aunt Joyce." Joyce Porter entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw her son. Then, the long lashes swept down to hide her expression. She looked at the grinning Ted. "I can come back," she said hesitatingly. "I didn't know ..." Ted waved a hand to halt her words, and told her, "Just lock the door." Then, as she turned to twist the latch, Ted added, "I think you'd better explain to Clyde about the house rules." Joyce looked back and forth at the two boys, chewing gently on her full lower lip. She took a step toward her son, then halted. "Darling," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure you remember how happy your Father was when Ted offered us a home here." Clyde nodded, one brow lifting questioningly "Sure," he answered. "We were getting pretty tight." "Then," his Mother continued, "you know how important it is that we do whatever is required to make our situation permanent." The boy looked at Ted, then back at Joyce. "Sure," he grunted. "We talked about that." Joyce nodded. "Then you'll understand why I'm asking you to do whatever Ted tells you. Is that clear?" Again the quick glance at Ted. "Yeah," he murmured. "If you say so." Joyce drew in a deep breath. "Is that what you wanted, Ted?" The lad inclined his head, running his eyes up and down Clyde's slender body. His voice was almost inaudible as he said, "Take your clothes of, Clyde. All of them." The boy's mouth opened, and his brows shaped a frown of disbelief. Still looking at Ted, he said to Joyce, "Is this some kind of joke?" He anticipated the slow shaking of her head. Ever since their arrival, he had sensed the alteration in his Mother's personality, and he had noticed the bold stares of his cousin. At first, he refused to entertain the possibility that she was actually putting out for Ted. Then, he became aware of a certain confidence in her attitude. "What does Dad think about all this?" was his whispered question. "Your Father has agreed to do whatever is necessary." Clyde's hands rose to his shirt front, hovering over the buttons, his stare examining Ted's eyes. "Suppose I get undressed," he demanded. "What happens then?" Ted's lips curved expressively. "What difference does it make? Don't tell me you've never made it with another guy!" The youth's face flamed. "I'm not a damned queer!" "Relax, stud!" Ted chuckled. "Nobody's trying to whack your balls off. Just get out of those fucking rags!" Again, Clyde's eyes swept his Mother's features, gauging her reaction to the four-letter words. She showed no emotion other than a little throbbing of her throat, just below her graceful jawline. "OK," he murmured resignedly. "But I feel like a damned idiot." He unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off, baring a powerful chest with just a sprinkling of blond hair. Kicking off the loose-fitting sandals, he forced his slacks down to expose the curls of his pubic hair, and the flaccid rope of his cock, its meaty knob drooping over his promising young testicles. Stepping out of the slacks, he straightened, blushing as he found Joyce's stare focused on his prick. "My God!" she whispered. "It's bigger than Ralph's!" Ted stood up, shedding his clothes with a careless ease that held both Joyce and Clyde almost motionless in attention. When he was naked, Ted sat down again, grinning at his cousin's bashful glances of comparison. "There's a portable phonograph on the dresser, Aunt Joyce," he told the woman. "Go over and start it. Then, I want you to strip to the music." "Jesus!" Clyde exclaimed. "Are you really gonna do that Mom?" When Joyce did not answer, Ted said, "Your Mother will do anything I say, Clyde. So will you, if you know what's good for you." His shoulders rose and fell. "OK, so you've got us on a string, big man. What am I supposed to do?" "Lie down on the rug," Ted grinned, "and watch. Aunt Joyce will be moving all around you, so I want you to masturbate while she does her dance." "You're full of shit!" Clyde exploded. "It's bad enough that I have to watch you put my Mother through all this crap! I'll be damned if I'll jerk off for you." Joyce was at the phonograph, her back to the two boys. "Just do as Ted says, Clyde!" she exclaimed without turning. "Pretend I'm someone else." His face livid, the boy lowered himself to the thick carpet, leaning back on his elbows and glaring at Ted. His cousin pointed emphatically. "Let's see a little action, Clyde! Get that thing hard!" Blushing again, the youth's hand crawled down over his flat belly to cup his genitals, his fingers finally curling about the limp roll of his cock just as the music swelled from the record player. "The object of your striptease, Aunt Joyce," Ted reminded the woman, is Clyde. Tease him, and get him really hot!" The music was a sensual rhythm, slow and accentuated by a throbbing bass that Joyce accompanied by a savage jerk of her lush hips, each one transmitting its force upward and jiggling her prominent breasts. Slowly, adding a grinding motion to her pelvic gyrations, she moved toward her wide-eyed son staring down at his penis and licking her lips in a parody of lust. "Christ!" Clyde whispered fiercely. His prick was stiffening in his grip, and his gaze flicked down at the swelling column as if surprised by his reaction. When his Mother shrugged her dress down over one shoulder to free the quivering mound of her left tit, his fist began moving up and down the turgid length of his tool, and his shoulders shivered with mounting excitement. Joyce's movements were awkward, but the undulation of her magnificent body made grace unnecessary. By the time she rolled the dress down to expose both tits, Clyde was pounding his meat with a steady pumping that tugged his balls upward with each pull on the engorged shaft. He stared hungrily at the lush mounds with their distended nipples thrusting out from the brown aureoles like pointing fingers. Joyce worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her thick bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs. Clyde gave a little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and his prick emitted a glob of jizm when she stepped out of the dress, the motion parting her thighs and revealing the deep red slash of her pussy. "Straddle him, Aunt Joyce!" Ted exclaimed. "Give him a good view of that gash!" Still working her hips in rhythm With the beat of the record, Joyce stepped one foot across Clyde's thighs, spreading her legs far apart and continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the bass beat. The lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one against the other, as she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts rolling and quivering with the erotic hunches. Clyde's body was jerking between his Mother's feet, his heels digging into the rug, and his ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his pounding fist. More of the clear pre-come had oozed from the slitted knob of his prick, and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and uncapped its purple swelling with his steady frigging. "Christ, Mom!" the boy panted, his face working with the increasing pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!" Joyce bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy hips. Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt opened to reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds glistening and quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her fingers over the swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect nipples poke spongy tips between them. "It's all right, baby!" she crooned, staring down at her son's rearing cockhead, and the furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend you're shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove her wet pussy into greater prominence. Ted had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with excitement, and he moved to a position just behind the woman's gyrating ass. Stepping astride the boy's legs, he bent to fit his huge prick between Joyce's thighs. "Watch this, Clyde!" he exclaimed, pressing the head of his cock into her labial groove, nuzzling the shivering lips with the purple glans. "Like your Mother says, pretend this is your dick!" Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into Joyce's pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle with its girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance, but her ass continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager cunt onto the thick shaft of Ted's prick. Clyde stared in helpless fascination as his cousin's phallic spear slowly disappeared inside the straining circle, only to reappear with its sides coated and slick with the woman's vaginal juices. He found that his hand, fingers wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was matching the strokes of that other cock. As Ted drove his prick into Joyce's slit, Clyde's fist tugged the loose overcoat of skin down his strutted member, exposing the engorged knob. Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath, CIyde's hand moved upward to cap the head of his fuckpole. His prick securely lodged in Joyce's responsive quim, Ted wrapped both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at the youth. "You ought to try this pussy, Clyde!" he said jerkily. "She really knows how to use it!" "Son of a bitch!" was the panted reply. Clyde's fist moved faster, and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in the air, splashing Ted's balls and the well- stretched lips of his Mother's snatch. The second volley splattered against her trembling thigh, trickling sluggishly downward as Ted continued his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt. The weaker spurts arced above the boy's cock and fell back onto his heaving belly, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light growth of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a groan, Clyde lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened slit. "Now, look what you've done, Aunt Joyce!" Ted murmured in the woman's ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know." "How?" was the hesitant response. Joyce was on the verge of orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Ted's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge prong tugged itself from the eager jaws of her slavering cunt. "Mop it up with your muff," Ted chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that poker in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But don't let him put it in." Clyde groaned as his Mother lowered that juicy cleft over his still-erect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and affect an entry with his swollen joint Deftly, Joyce evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen. Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, Would you really like to put it in me, Clyde?" "Oh God, yes!" was the panted reply. "I can't help it, Mom!" "It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "I understand!" Kneeling astride Clyde's legs, Ted observed the caress of her juicy labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the youth's belly. He grinned at the tortured expression on his cousin's face. "Fit your pussy against his prick, Aunt Joyce," he demanded. "Don't let it slip in! Just press down on it." Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Ted's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Clyde's prong upward, then down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips. "Oh, damn!" was the boy's wail. Not only was his Mother's hot pussy massaging his pick, but her fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug. "Now," Ted exclaimed. "Let's give old Clyde a real thrill!" Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space between Joyce's ass and Clyde's balls, feeling the woman ease her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of the boy's cock. "Jesus!" Clyde gurgled. "What are you doing?" "Relax, cousin," Ted answered humorously. "You popped off just watching your Mother get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this fuckpole!" With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Ted guided the head into the greedy jaws of Joyce's snatch, driving up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his balls rolled over CIyde's elevated scrotum. He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Clyde's fingers with his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina. Joyce came almost immediately, her ass twisting and Jerking with the force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy. The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed. For Clyde, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made his joint shift from side to side as Ted's prick raced over it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Joyce's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time Ted hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than his cousin's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt. Ted's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Clyde how much you like my dick, Aunt Joyce!" The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her distorted lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I love it!" "Lean over a little more," was his panted order. "Let Clyde lick your tits!" Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples hung just above her son's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement, the lad fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and Joyce gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy flesh. Ted worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Clyde's cock jerk with empathy against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue. Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the thing he knew would happen. Between his knees, he felt Clyde's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock, the boy's phallic spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations. With a harsh cry, he shoved his cock up into the churning depths and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each spurt of his semen against his aunt's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external thrill of Clyde's jetting prong against his own, and Joyce's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another climax. Before she could make it, Ted pulled his prick out of her clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Clyde's balls. He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked bodies, Joyce still feeding her big breast into the boy's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock. "You can finish up on his dick, Aunt Joyce," he murmured. "That's not an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to." Joyce lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Clyde's greedy lips. Her face was a mask of emotion, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She stared at Ted, her brows working as if in indecision. "Damn you!" she whispered. Her body lifted, and her hand sought the cream-smeared hardness of her son's prick, holding it in position as she fitted the dripping jaws of her cunt over its still-engorged head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft, groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax. Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play, Clyde welcomed the incestuous coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale her more firmly on his joint. "I'm getting hard again, Mom!" the youth panted. "My God! I've never come three times in a row!" Joyce began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him with a determined hunching that made the boy cry out with ecstasy. "You're going to come again, Clyde," she hissed. "For Mother!" Ted's coarse laughter blended with their throaty moans as Joyce's cunt exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Clyde slammed his hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own orgasm, but pistoning his Mother's pussy into a second come almost before the first had subsided. Clyde turned a perspiring face toward Ted, his eyes pleading as he panted, "Can I get on top?" "Be my guest," his cousin grunted. "Give her a real workout." With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Joyce drew the boy down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor. "My! My!" Ted exclaimed teasingly. "I wonder what Uncle Ralph will say about this!" His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the incestuous union. Clyde was a handsome lad, his body well-muscled and tanned, and his cock was almost as large as Ted's. His ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty piston. Joyce had her eyes closed, and both arms about her son's body. Her ass, lifted by her scissoring legs, shook and bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch. Beneath Clyde's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Ted had pumped into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass. Without hesitation, Ted rose to his knees and positioned himself behind the hunching youth, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the pounding hips. "Relax, cousin," Ted murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch." His buttocks clenching, Clyde shifted his legs, and Ted moved in between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the lad's heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Joyce's winking anus. "N0000000!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Clyde hips, but finding them blocked by Ted's powerful hands. She felt the pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob. Once again, Clyde felt his cousin's throbbing cock move against his tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the churning sheath of his Mother's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch slammed against her clitoral notch. Ted found her asshole slick, but much tighter than on the previous evening. Now, Clyde's tool filled the adjacent channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Joyce was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath her son's weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Ted's powerful thrust. She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing colon, filling her asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Clyde's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper into her intestines. Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Joyce was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her belly, providing a sense of completeness she had never before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh. Ted experienced a rush of hot juices about his well-planted cock, and the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole, slamming his taut belly against Clyde's buttocks with each delightful stroke. Clyde, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short pistoning of his buried prong. But he could feel each movement of Ted's prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion channel. "You're making me come myself to death!" Joyce wailed, her eyes rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached past her son's shoulders, groping for Ted, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Clyde's waist and examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of her cunt. She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Ted's belly slam against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Clyde's chest, she captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure. Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder. Clyde came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic shudders were felt by Ted's ramrod as it bored deep into Joyce's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the sucking channel of her intestines. Joyce's scream was blocked by her son's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she could only work her hips as the two boys drenched her belly with their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that stripped Ted's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-juice she needed so desperately. Chapter 6 Ralph Porter listened to his wife's account of the afternoon with an expression that began with disbelief, then altered to angry bitterness as she described her repeated climaxes while both Ted and Clyde fucked her. "You don't have to be so goddamned graphic!" he exploded, springing from the chair and striding to the window, turning his back on Joyce as she lay naked on their bed, one finger teasing the distended nipple of her left breast. The woman regarded his back with an amused smile, moving her other hand to the furry juncture of her thighs. One digit slipped inside the moist crevice, and the others teased the plump lips. "Do you want to go back?" she demanded in a soft voice. "We can always go on welfare, you know. Of course, Clyde won't be able to forget that he's actually screwed his Mother. Since you seem opposed to that, he'll probably climb into bed with Susan and Beth." Ralph whirled about, his face twisted, to glare at her. "I suppose that's the next thing your darling nephew will demand. I'll see him in hell before I let him touch either one of those girls!" Joyce's reply was delivered in a mocking tone. "Unless, of course, he lets you have seconds." Her finger slid deeper into the crack of her cunt, and her laughter made him wince. "You couldn't wait to get your pecker in my tail! My God! You never screwed me like that before." "Damn it!" he exclaimed defensively. "You wouldn't let me put it in your ass! You had to wait for that bastard!" Joyce's eyes softened, hut her finger continued its pleasurable exploration of her slit as she replied, "Someday Ralph, you'll learn that women like to be forced to do things." With a muttered curse, Ralph slammed out of the room, banging the door behind him, and heading for the stairs. He hesitated when he saw Dorothy just closing the door of her bedroom, and his gaze flickered over the soft red hair and haughty breasts battling under the tight dress that hugged her luscious hips and thighs with revealing clarity. The woman looked at his face and her lips curved in an understanding smile. Her hips moved seductively as she approached him. In spite of his anger, Ralph felt a quickening in his crotch. "Don't tell me," Dorothy murmured when she was near enough to be heard without raising her voice. She stopped with the points of her big tits almost touching his arm. "My darling stepson has gone too far." He blinked at her. "How did you know?" His cock was stiffening, and he shifted his stance to conceal the swelling. "Did he tell you?" She laid warm fingers on his arm, leading him back down the hallway toward the bedroom she had just vacated. Ralph found himself moving with her like an obedient child. He waited until she opened the door, and followed her inside. Dorothy locked the door and leaned against it. "Let me guess," she said, keeping her hands behind her and poking her breasts against the thin dress. "He talked you into letting him ball Joyce, and you found yourself unable to resist the scene. You made a complete fool of yourself with both of them." She held up one hand, palm-out, when he started to interrupt. "That was just the beginning. He got Joyce to give in to your son. That's the part you can't stomach." His voice heavy, Ralph demanded, "If he didn't tell you about it, how do you know all this?" She smiled. "Feminine observation, my dear brother-In-Law. He was hot for me until you showed up with all those delicacies. If he hadn't been getting his rocks off with somebody he'd have been bouncing my bed. Then, I saw Clyde after he had spent a couple of hours with them. Need I say more?" Ralph wagged his head. "You've just about covered it all. The boy is a monster!" She nodded amiably. "Agreed. But, he's a rich monster. That makes a big difference." "Why?" he asked in a grating voice. Why did he get us here for this? He could have bought a dozen women if that's all he wanted." Dorothy pushed herself erect, moving toward him as he stood in the center of the big room. "Don't you understand, Ralph?" she whispered. "He wants slaves." "Slaves?" he repeated dully. She didn't stop when those big tits were so close he could feel their heat. Instead she pushed their firm points against his shirt front deliberately and with unmistakable intent. His prick shoved its engorged head against his trouser leg, and was immediately by the warmth of her thigh. His arms went about her instinctively. He didn't intend for it to happen. One moment, they were at his sides, and the next, they were pulling her pliant curves closer. His hips jammed the throbbing bulk of his cock between her legs, and he felt it nuzzle the plump mound of her sex. "Slaves," she whispered, wetting her lips with a pointed tongue and sliding her arms about his neck. "Slaves to our own lusts, really." She moved her hips, massaging the hardness of his prick. "Admit it, Ralph. Didn't you get a kick out of watching him screw Joyce?" He answered the erotic caress with increased pressure, finding himself staring at those inviting lips. Helplessly he nodded. "Don't be ashamed of it," she said soothingly. It's natural. Just like what you're feeling at this moment." She rammed her cuntal mound against his erection for emphasis. Her long lashes flickered. "Do you want to deny that you're just itching to stick that thing in me?" His arms tightened and his mouth covered her parted lips, tasting the sweetness of her tongue as it writhed against his in quick and eager response. Dorothy's hand forced its way between their bodies to curl warm fingers about his outlined prick. He was unable to resist fumbling at his zipper, and he groaned when her hand managed to affect an entrance and pull his cock out of its hiding place, squeezing and stroking until he was past caring what happened next. Ralph's fingers found the fabulous tits he had admired so many times, and kneaded the resilient flesh with an inexpert fondling. Aside from Joyce's, they were the first breasts he had touched since his marriage, a fact which he considered and discarded as trivial in view of the pleasure he derived from tweaking the distended nipples. "Sit down on the bed," he beard Dorothy say, and he permitted himself to be maneuvered into the suggested position, his cock sticking out like an obscene drawing in its engorgement. Before he realized what the woman had in mind, she had pushed her dress down over her shoulders to bare the magnificent orbs of succulent flesh, and was leaning over him, feeding one of the tips between his eager lips. Ralph nursed the delicious nipple with a hunger he had not realized existed within his trembling body. Opening his month wider, he drew a portion of the creamy mound between his lips, nibbling on the pulsating spear and lashing it with his wet tongue as his hands fondled Dorothy's firm buttocks. He groaned again when she dropped to her knees between his thighs to fit the engorged cock between her tits, squeezing them together about its throbbing length while her mouth bathed his chest with wet kisses, and she deliberately clamped her mouth about one of his diminutive tits and sucked it with a savage vacuuming. She had unbuttoned his shirt so skillfully that Ralph was surprised by the contact of her lips on his bare skin. His body trembled as her wet tongue licked an exciting circle, then moved to the other male tit to provide an equally pleasant caress. Nervously, he groped for his belt buckle, loosing his slacks and baring his belly and crotch as the trousers slid down about his hairy legs. His hands ran clutching fingers through the red hair, pulling the warm, soft lips against his navel. He gasped when her hot tongue bored into the indentation, twisting voluptuously, her breasts massaging his engorged cock with a sensuous sliding. His prick nudged her throat, the head pressing beneath the delicate curve of her chin, and Ralph's buttocks contracted with eagerness as Dorothy's lips slid lower, her tongue flicking across the upper edge of his public hair. "Does Joyce give good head?" he heard her murmur. Until that moment, he had assumed that her actions were a prelude to an old- fashioned screw. Now, he realized that the beautiful creature was about to go down on his throbbing cock with that full-lipped and obviously talented mouth. "When she's in the right mood," he gasped. "Usually, she just does it to please me." Dorothy drew the tip of her tongue across the head of his prick, pressing it back against his belly, then letting it spring outward to brush her cheek. Her tits jabbed firm nipples against his thighs, and her hands slid up and down the hairy legs before moving in on the rearing joint and the twin spheres that loomed immediately beneath the strutted cock. "I'll bet," she whispered softly, "that she loves sucking Ted's dick." Ralph did not answer, except for a slight clenching of his teeth and a tightening of the fingers entwined in her long hair. Dorothy planted a wet kiss just beneath the glans, then trailed her tongue downward to probe the scrotal sac. He moved his knees farther apart to accommodate her torso, and she responded by dipping her head and running her tongue beneath the heavy balls. "Tell me, Dorothy demanded, bathing his nuts win her warm breath. "Does Joyce really enjoy what Ted is making her do?" "Yes, damn it!" he groaned, easing his hips forward and pressing his hips against her parted lips. All he could see was her red hair, and the head of his cock thrusting up in front of her face. As he stared down at it, the prick exuded a glob of clear lubricant from its swollen tip. "She's gone crazy about that son of a bitch!" Dorothy's head lifted, her green eyes mocking him. "Would you rather be with her than with me?" He licked his lips, frowning at the question, yet unable to reject the lust that thundered in his body. "No!" he gasped. If you'll just do what you started to do, I don't give a damn if he balls her brains out!" Her mouth curved appreciatively. "You're sweet," she said huskily. "Will you promise to sit still, and not try to make me do it your way?" He nodded emphatically, his face working. "Any way you want it." Her mouth curved even more, wet and promising. Her pointed tongue protruded, just flicking the head of his cock. She exhaled, baking the glans with her warm breath, and Ralph groaned at the feathery caress. Again, Dorothy's head went down, lips parting to slide their wet oval about one of his leathery pouches, drawing the pliant half of the sac into her mouth and laving it with saliva, her tongue rolling the oyster about inside its fluid-filled pocket. Just when he wag about to tug at her red hair with trembling fingers, she released the delicacy and sucked the other nut between her gently nibbling teeth. As she tongue-fondled the nugget, her fingers began a fluttering dance up and down the strutted length of his prick, causing it to jerk back against his hairy belly in eager response. His scrotum was wet from her mouthing, and she trailed a continuation of the wetness upward along the pulsating underbelly of his cock, pausing at the taut "V" of his glans. There, her tongue stiffened and flashed back and forth over the sensitive area just below the tiny slit. Her fingers, having moved aside for her climbing tongue, claimed the throbbing column again, performing a slow milking of its stiffened length. "I want to taste that fuck-juice!" she whispered fiercely, her fist rising until the prepuce trapped the tip of her tongue between its loose fold and the head of the rearing cock. As if in obedience to her wishes, his prick spilled a slippery glob of pre-come from its single eye, and her tongue sponged it up with a delightful wiggle. "Ummmmmm!" she sighed, swallowing audibly. "You taste good!" Dorothy fitted her lips over the swollen knob and began massaging it with her hot tongue, cheeks hollowing as she nursed the prick with hungry suction. Her head dipped, forcing her mouth onto the cock until the glans was beyond her palate, and her lips touched the curled fingers of her pumping fist. Her nasal whimper was authentic enjoyment. True, she had begun her seduction as a way of getting back at her stepson. Since Ted was determined that their enjoyment should be nothing more than a by-product his own lust, Dorothy found a peculiar thrill in disrupting the lad's schedule. But, once she had tasted the salty masculinity of Ralph's prick, she was no longer concerned with her original purpose. Jealousy had been a part of that plan, she admitted, bobbing her head to slide her greedy mouth up and down Ralph's delicious joint. Ted had forced her to go down on him, then had turned his attentions elsewhere, fully aware that he had awakened a facet of her sensuality held dormant since her marriage to Bruce. She was younger than Joyce, she consoled herself, swallowing another glob of Ralph's tasty jizm. Yet, Ted was spending all his time with the older woman. The thought produced a picture of Joyce's blonde snatch, and Dorothy sucked harder on the throbbing meat of the tumescent prick Ralph's ass was bouncing on the edge of the bed, shoving his cock into her mouth as her head flashed down, ignoring his promise to let her set the pace she desired. His fingers twined the red hair about them, and he dared to force her mouth farther onto his prick, sensing that she was too excited to protest the violation. His fingers slid lower on the shaft, still pumping in time with her slippery lips and writhing tongue. Then, as the prick delivered another surge of that delicious nectar, she released his cock and cupped both hands beneath his balls, sucking the quivering knob back into her throat and tightening the muscles about it with quick gulps. Ralph tried to hold back, for he wanted more than anything else to prolong the exquisite pleasure of the redhead's mouth on his engorged cock. Now that she had taken the shaft deep in her throat, he could fuck his cock through those wet, sucking lips and heighten the pleasure even more. His ass bounced on the bed, and his nuts, held captive by her gentle fingers, slapped repeatedly against her dainty chin. He felt her tongue squeeze his prick, then lash the knob when he pulled it back to the barrier of her teeth. Resistance was futile when Dorothy began swallowing more rapidly, and her throat muscles danced and shuddered about the glans with each thrust. In addition, she twisted her head as it bobbed up and down, giving her suction a screwing effect that tugged Ralph up and over the mountain of ecstasy. Legs jerking and hips bucking, he pushed the woman's head down onto his prick and surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed up through the column and spurted against the back of her greedily gulping throat, feeling her fingers squeeze his balls as if seeking even more of the ropey sperm she swallowed with little whimpers of delight. She made no attempt to pull back, but buried her nose in his public hair as she drained his cock. Chapter 7 Susan Porter was aware that something unusual was happening, for the transformation in her parents and her brother was too apparent. But she had no idea that her Mother had succumbed so completely to Ted's huge organ, nor did she imagine that Clyde had already committed Incest with the blonde lovely. When Joyce told her what was expected of her, she stared at her Mother and discovered she was speechless with astonishment. At seventeen, she was not unaware that such arrangements were often made. But, she had never expected that she would become a part of one. "Try to understand, darling," Joyce pleaded anxiously. "It's for all of us. Ted's really a nice boy. If you'll just cooperate, it can be fun." Susan squeezed her thighs together, glaring at her Mother. "You're saying that I'm supposed to let Ted do anything he wants to?" Her frown deepened. "What if he wants to do something really kinky?" Joyce shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "You're a big girl, Susan. Just think of what it means to your Father and me. The girl listened, open-mouthed, to her Mother's recital of her own sacrifices, ending with, "How do you think I felt when my own son had to make love to me?" Susan's generous lip curled disdainfully. "Clyde didn't make love to you. He fucked you!" Her voice climbed the scale toward hysteria. "My God! What's happening to us? Daddy lets you act like a common whore, and you spread for your own son!" Joyce's face hardened. Angrily she walked to the door of the bedroom, turning to exclaim, "You'll do as you're told, young lady! It's not going to hurt you to do your part in this." The girl managed to hold back her tears until the door closed. Then, her skirt sliding high about her exquisitely rounded thighs, she threw herself face-down across the bed, sobbing until anger replaced the fear and hurt. When she stood up, she was smiling grimly. She looked at the wall mirror and tossed her head, shaking the brown waves of hair. As if it were Ted in the glass, rather than her own reflection, she whispered, "You may screw me, cousin Ted, but you'll be sticking it in a block of ice! I'll be damned if you'll enjoy it!" Methodically, she prepared herself, luxuriating in a scented bath, then, after toweling her tanned body, she applied a subtle perfume behind her ears, beneath her firm breasts, and along the inner curves of her perfectly formed thighs. Then, with a mocking look at the brown curls that shaped her plump pussy mound, she added the elusive scent to that verdant jungle. For dinner she wore only a nearly transparent negligee, smiling at the stern look her Father gave when she marched to the big table and stared directly into Ted's appraising eyes. "You should have worn something more than that," Ralph murmured to her. "You're making a spectacle of yourself." Maintaining the exaggerated smile, Susan answered from the corner of her curved lips, "You're a fine one to talk! After what Mother told me, I'm surprised you haven't already tried to rape Beth and me." She turned her face toward the surprised man, fluttering her lashes and giving a little shake of her shoulders to set the outlined tits to quivering beneath the thin fabric. "Do I seem ready?" she demanded in a sultry voice. "Don't you want to check me over before sending me off to be raped?" Choking back a retort that blended anger and shame, Ralph pushed his chair back, rose and stalked from the room, followed by Susan's mocking laughter. "What's wrong with your Father?" Joyce asked from her seat down the table. "He seemed very upset!" "1 think he's angry," Susan retorted, "because he wasn't invited to the party." Joyce's face colored, and she returned to her plate without a rejoinder, pretending not to hear Ted's knowing chuckle. Moments later she excused herself, followed by Dorothy and Clyde. Beth and Linda demanded a second dessert, and Ted signaled the hovering maid. To Susan, he said, "Did Aunt Joyce explain everything to youth?" Susan felt a tingle of apprehension between her tightly clenched thighs. But her face was expressionless as she nodded. Linda looked up from her plate, giving her brother a worshipful smile. "When are you going to do what you promised?" she asked innocently. Her eyes held a hopeful gleam. Ted reached across and patted the girl's arm, his fingers lingering to trail up and down the smooth skin. "Soon, Linda, he answered softly, his dark eyes caressing the points of her small breasts as they strained against the tight blouse. Beth leaned closer to the girl, speaking so softly that only she could hear her whispered question "What did he promise?" Linda turned a glowing face to her cousin, answering her in the same hushed voice. "Ted's going to fuck me," she said quite simply. Beth Porter's mouth opened, and her blue eyes widened with shock. Quickly, she darted a glance about to see if either Ted or Susan had heard the girl. Still speaking quietly, but with a shocked urgency, she said, "Let's go up to your room, Beth. I think we'd better have a long talk." The two youngsters rose, their young bottoms twitching with suggestive innocence as they excused themselves and left Ted staring at Susan with that irritating appraisal. She glared back with a contemptuous droop of her generous mouth. "How does it feel to have everyone so willing to play whore for you?" she asked in a deceptively mild voice. "Isn't it too much for such a child as yourself?" Ted refused to rise to the bait. Placing his elbows on the table, he leaned forward, amusement glittering in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to her breasts. He ignored her question. "I wonder if you're as passionate as your Mother," he said in a soft drawl. "Did you know that she never let your Father stick it in her asshole until I loosened it up?" The girl gave a sharp gasp. "You're filthy!" she hissed. "And you're making all of us do filthy things!" Ted stood up, flexing his muscles and drawing his slacks tight over his bulging crotch. He saw the girl's quick glance and he chuckled. "Let's go upstairs, Cousin," he ordered in that same soft voice. "I'm going to show you just how filthy I can be when I try." Susan found that her legs were trembling when she followed the youth from the dining room, and up the broad stairway, and she had difficulty recapturing the determination she had summoned earlier. Then, she had assumed that Ted would simply screw her and let it go at that. Now, she was less certain that he would be satisfied with such an orthodox act. Although not a virgin, Susan was inexperienced, having found the clumsy penetration of her pussy by fewer than a half-dozen assorted cocks to be little more than an irritating tickling. Her partners had been too young, too small, and too fast, spilling their sticky come inside her belly before she could even begin to appreciate the rhythmic massaging of her vagina. She knew that some girls permitted their dates to invade that second, smaller hole, but she had never considered that she might find herself submitting to such an indignity. Nor had she ever dreamed that she might be called upon to touch a cock with her lips, another method that some of her friends insisted was more enjoyable than straight screwing. By the time Ted wrenched open the bedroom door, Susan had regained her self-control, marching past her cousin with a deliberate twisting of her hips that brushed the ominous bulge of his crotch. She walked over to the bed and turned, tossing her head to push a stray tendril of brown hair from her forehead. "What do I do first?" she demanded in a flat voice. Ted was already unbuttoning his shirt as he answered, "You take that damned negligee off, and let me look at you." Obediently, Susan loosened the narrow sash and let the garment slide downward, exposing the creamy breasts with their coral tips poking arrogantly from their pip aureoles. Lower, the negligee slid, past the lithe waist and flat belly to the brown curls of her pubic thatch. She saw Ted's eyes stare at the narrow band of white flesh that marked the protective zone of halter and bikini during her almost daily sunbathes, contrasting sharply with the deep tan of the rest of her delightfully curved body. Then, as the garment dropped past the exquisitely molded thighs, she felt a tingling warmth between them. His stare was focused on the dainty vertical cleft of her pussy, and he was unfastening his belt. It was Susan's turn to stare, for her limited experience did not include the sight she was about to witness. The few times she had surrendered to her male companions, she had deliberately averted her eyes from the stiff member that they seemed so eager to fit into her snug little cunt. As a result, she could not completely stifle the gasp of amazement as Ted exposed the flaccid thickness of his dangling cock. Instinctively, her hands flew to protect the delicate gateway through which the ominous cylinder was desired to pass. "What's wrong?" the lad demanded with a grin. "Is it too childlike for you? He slipped his fingers beneath the hairy balls, lifting them together with the limp prick and pointing its slitted tip at the wide-eyed girl. "It will get larger." The fingers squeezed caressingly. "In fact, you'll be wishing it wasn't so damned big before the night's over." Susan tried to keep the fright from her voice as she answered, "I was surprised because it's so little. From what Mother said, I thought you were a real man." She patted the curls of her cunt. "You'll need more than that to satisfy me." Stepping out of his slacks and standing naked, he reached for her, gripping her slender waist and jerking her forward until her tits dug firm nipples into his chest. Her belly yielded to the harsh shove of his pelvis, and she felt the hot meatiness of his cock rod between their flesh. She offered no resistance, but let her arms fall limply at either side, forcing Ted to sustain her weight as he sought her lips with an open mouth. She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and his tongue slithered between her teeth, seeking hers. Deliberately, she dug its tip down against its own root, while his tongue danced about in solitary passion, bathed in her salvia, but finding no response to his savage tonguing of her teeth and gums. Grunting with disgust, he pushed her away, toward the bed. The back of her knees touched the edge, and she fell backward, keeping her knees together as her hips struck the soft mattress. Immediately, Ted was on top of her, swaddling her clenched thighs and palming her pliant breasts as he pushed her onto her back. He held her there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing them back Into their own aureoles. Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of heat washed through her pussy. Deep inside, she was conscious of a hot wetness spreading through her vagina. Ted shifted his powerful body upward until he was astride her breasts, his balls and limp prick sliding between the lush mounds while his thighs pushed them inward to shape a warm nest of yielding flesh. Tilting his head to stare down at her, he rocked his hips to force his scrotum back and forth through the velvet valley. "Having fun?" Susan hissed at him. "I thought you were supposed to be a real stud! You can't even get it up!" Ted's face contorted In sudden anger, and he lifted his hips, pushing them upward until Susan was staring up at his crotch. His fingers clutched her hair, holding her head in position, and he shoved He scrotal sac down against her mouth, twisting his hips to work the pliant pouch over her tightly closed lips. Susan closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, blocking the masculine scent of his testicles and the prick that dangled its plum-like head over her dainty nose. "Goddamn you!" he grated in a savage whisper. "I was gonna be easy on you. Now, I'm gonna cram it so far up your snatch you can taste it!" His hips twisted more fiercely. "Open your fucking mouth and lick my balls!" Susan managed to turn her face aside, taking the weight of his sac on her cheek. "if you make me do that," she hissed angrily, "I'll bite the damned things of off!" The pressure eased, and the youth rocked back to glare at her. "Didn't Aunt Joyce tell you what would happen if you didn't cooperate?" The girl's voice was steady as she replied, "I agreed to let you screw me. Anything else is out. I don't care what anyone says." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he swung his leg over her body rolling off and arranging himself on the bed, flat on his back. He pulled his hairy thighs together and pointed at his limp cock. "OK" he drawled. "I'll go you one better. You fuck me!" Susan pushed herself up onto one elbow, sneering at his dangling prong. "Even if I agreed," she said mockingly, "you're still soft." "That's your problem," be reminded her. "Try running that cunt over it. I'll get hard." The girl sat up, turning gracefully to crouch on hands and knees beside him, her breasts swaying but little in their young firmness. For the first time since they entered the bedroom, she felt a surge of confidence. Gracefully she swung one slender leg across his thighs, inching upward until she straddled his hips, her pussy gaping its narrow slit directly above his thick tool. She placed her hands on his chest, the fingers curling slightly as they touched the hard pads of muscle, lightly haired and each tipped win a tiny replica of her own lush tits. Slowly, she lowered her crotch until she felt the heat and meatiness pock against her parted labia, inducing a sensation of pleasure in the dampening corridor of her pussy. She increased the pressure and began working her crotch back and forth against the curved member. "Now, you're doing it!" Ted grunted, moving his hips in response to the moist caress of his cock. He curled his fingers about her arms and slid them up to her shoulders, then to her thrusting breasts, cupping both mounds with kneading grip as she continued her pelvic massage. "Get it good and stiff," he murmured, "and then slide that hot cunt right onto it." Susan felt the prick throbbing against her cunt, swelling and hardening as it filled with blood, and it was impossible to restrain the slippery liquid that seeped from her labia to bathe the stiffening shaft and prepare her own tingling pussy for its entry. Deliberately, she concentrated on the slowly enlarging knob, sliding the quivering lips of her snatch over its rounded tip with rapid jerks of her hips. The prick forced its way upward between her thighs, and she raised her crotch to permit it to spring back against his flat- muscled belly, dropping down onto it again and sliding her wet labia up and down its still-lengthening hardness. "Christ!" Ted groaned, squeezing her breasts until she gasped with mixed pain and pleasure. "Put it in!" Maintaining her balance by leaving one hand on his chest, Susan reached down to curl her fingers about the distended length of his prick, moving the grip up and down in a quick estimate of its size. Her lower lip folded back between her teeth and she stole a quick glance at the rearing shaft, her eyes narrowing in speculation. The cock was much bigger than she had expected, and fully two inches longer than any of the few she had entertained inside her snug vagina. It was thicker, too, for her fingers and thumb could not completely encompass its throbbing girth. No wonder, she thought, rubbing the slitted tip through her slippery labial trough, that her Mother had responded to the handsome youth. It would be difficult to remain calm with a nine- inch prick jabbing deep and hard inside an admittedly hungry snatch. The mental image produced a fresh flood of vaginal juice that seeped from her swollen pussy lips and spread over the head of Ted's cock, trickling down the thick column to bathe her fingers as they squeezed and rubbed the big prong back and forth, setting her own bed to trembling with desire for that engorged hardness. She felt the prick lurch In her grasp, and the head seemed to swell for a moment in the furrow of her aroused cunt. A glob of seminal fluid erupted from the quivering slit to bathe her sensitive labia, sending a thrill back into the slippery grotto that was beginning to pulsate with eagerness. Hoisting her hips higher, Susan guided the tip of his cock between the lips of her cunt, holding her breath as she lowered herself just enough to feel the expansion of the nerve-laced tissues that fitted themselves about the sloping glans. Then, win a suppressed gasp, she forced her pussy onto the throbbing knob, her hips trembling as the stretched folds slipped past the rim of the huge helmet and tightened about the circular hardness of his rearing shaft. For a moment, she made no movement, simply savoring the delightful sensation that radiated inward from that shallow insertion. Her cunt had never been opened so widely, and it seemed that the expanded lips were far more sensitive than ever before, sensing even the slight tremors of the prick as Ted reacted to the hot clasp of her pussy about its implanted head. She felt his hands desert her tits to grip her waist, and only her own hands, bracing against his chest, kept her from yielding to his downward tugging. Her thighs tensed, and she managed to maintain her position until Ted relaxed his efforts. Slowly, feeling her vagina swelled by the increasing bulk of the big cock, she began easing her cunt down onto the thick column, adding a little circular movement to the descent that rubbed the tender walls of her flexing corridor into a shivering dance. "Goddamn!" Ted groaned, adding an inch to the two already inside her shivering pussy by shoving his hips upward. "You've got a hot snatch!" Susan did not answer. Instead, she screwed her churning vagina farther onto the shaft, and increased the speed of her circular gyrations. She deliberately tightened the powerful muscles of her cunt, squeezing his throbbing prick and spreading her warm lubricating nectar over its quivering bulk. She had never been so juicy before. It seemed that the sheer girth of the cock had loosened some internal fountain that sent the slippery liquid gurgling from deep in her belly to welcome the blunt-nosed invader. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she could accept his lengthy prong. Instead, there was an increasing determination to prove herself the sensual superior of the handsome youth whose prick was inching deeper and deeper into her belly. No more than two-thirds of the way down the column, she reversed direction and began dragging her pussy upward, feeling the internal tugging as the thick cock massaged the vaginal walls in its enforced retreat. Pleasure radiated from the frictioning pressure, spiraling back into her vagina and making her gasp with its intensity. Reaching the top of her ride, with just the swollen head inside her labia, she slid downward again, more rapidly, and farther, feeling the velvet tip press lightly against her womb mouth as her hips halted their descent and rose upward again. Beneath her, the boy groaned his delight and tightened his fingers on her waist. Her agile hips climbed again, the slippery cuntal folds sliding upward over the pulsating column of engorged flesh, then plunged downward to find the boy's pelvis leaping to meet them. "AAANNNGGGHHH!" Susan found it impossible to block the unintelligible cry as she felt herself impaled on the throbbing shaft of Ted's huge prick. Her labial lips were jammed tightly about the thick base and the quivering head of the cock was shoved hard against her yielding cervi. xHer vagina was stretched to its capacity by the hot bulk of the organ, and the pressure was such that her mind could not identify it as either pleasure or pain. It was somewhere in between those two sensations, but producing a gut- wrenching desire that demanded still more of the exquisite frictioning she had just experienced. Back arched, and waist undulating under Ted's urging fingers, Susan steered her spasming cunt up and down on the rearing prick, its length liberally coated by her vaginal exudation until the hardness slid through her labial grip with ease, each movement sending another wave of incredible pleasure throughout her belly. She found herself leaning forward, disengaging her tits from the lad's hands as she maneuvered them toward his heaving chest. His arms went about her, and his fingers clutched at her rising and falling hips, digging savagely into her flexing buttocks to pull her convulsing pussy down onto his lurching prick. Frantically, Susan forced her own hands beneath his shoulders, gripping for leverage, pulling her body upward as his cock plumbed the churning depths of her juicy cunt. Long strokes were impossible in her new position, but she could work her hips with greater speed. Keeping the cock sheathed in her torrid snatch, she hunched her ass with vicious jabs, feeling the rounded knob slam repeatedly against the mouth of her womb, threatening to force its way inside that willing cave of virgin tissue. This, her whirling brain screamed at her, was fucking! All the others had been but childish imitations of the act she was performing with sweating body and lust-crazed mind. Within her convulsing pussy, its walls constantly massaged by that delightfully large prick, an orgasm was building, already knotting the muscles of her belly with its ecstatic tremors. When it came, she admitted, it would reduce all her previous climaxes to insignificance. Faster and faster, her ass pounded the writhing corridor about the lad's joint, forcing more of the secretion out of her clenching cunt to mat their pubic hair as the two pads met and parted with wet squishings that were obliterated in the gasps and grunts that marked the violence of their union. Susan's clitoris was subjected to a constant mauling as she fucked the thick prong. As her ass flashed backward, tugging her cunt upward, the meaty spear was momentarily freed to spring outward, its cream-coated bulk quivering with the caress of the cool bedroom air. Then, as she hunched forward, the bud was forced inward by the sheer size of Ted's cock, and massaged by that throbbing hardness into a nerve-tingling bundle of excruciating ecstasy. Her breasts, nipples engorged beyond anything she had ever anticipated, were plastered against his chest, rolling and sliding in the patina of perspiration and the delicious irritation of his wiry hair. Her belly, undulating with near-fluidic ripplings as she manipulated her hips above his, slapped down against the muscular hardness of his abdomen with noisy sounds of wet flesh pounding wetter flesh. The pleasure was almost too much, yet such that she could do nothing but increase it by fucking the stiff cock with faster and harder hunches. She felt the shaft jerk, its heat suddenly increasing until she could easily imagine it to be glowing inside her racing cunt, and Ted's hips bounced wildly beneath her continued assault. A hot wetness blasted against her womb, followed by still another savage spurt of the fiery liquid that raged through the nine-inch shaft, into her belly. Ted's body was writhing with the explosive convulsions of his come. His furious pelvic gyrations seemed to screw the exploding prick into her crotch, the jetting knob grinding against her womb as the semen was forced back about its originator to trickle sluggishly from the straining jaws of her cunt. She lost control as her own orgasm ripped through her cock- packed vagina, setting the slippery walls into a shuddering series of undulating spasms that raced inward, squeezing the invading prong and milking it with powerful tugs, sucking the creamy come from its bucking hardness and rubbing it with greedy caresses as Susan's ass twisted and hunched to heighten the already unbearable ecstasy. She screamed, but the sound was heard only in her lust- crazed brain, blending with the rhythmic surges of her climax. She had expected Ted's cock to detumesce immediately after spilling its copious load of semen, like the few others she had felt, jerking and spitting inside her cunt. But the shaft seemed more firm than before as she felt herself being toppled aside and onto her back, legs flailing in adjustment and scissoring the powerful hips that forced her thighs farther apart. For the first time, she gave him her tongue in a saliva- drenched kiss, wiggling it about inside his mouth as he sucked its meaty bulk with a force that made her grunt in meaningless protest. She grunted again when he drew his cock almost free of her cream-filled snatch and drove it in again, slamming his heavy balls against her writhing ass and smashing his pubic ridge down against the pad of her soaked triangle. Again and again, her pussy exploded in orgasmic joy, churning its slippery grip about the pistoning joint and chewing that huge head that hammered her womb with breathtaking force. Her fingers dug into his flexing ass cheeks, and her hips lunged up to meet his savage thrusts, working the dripping jaws of her cunt in a constant chewing of his driving prick. She lost count of her comes, and added still another when Ted's cock began spurting its second load of nut-juice into her snatch. Too weak to move anything but her sweat-soaked breasts in an effort to recapture her breath, she felt Ted climb off, leaving her body tingling and weightless at the removal of the prolonged pressure, and her cunt still hungry for a continuation of that delicious stroking. Eyes closed, she heard him pad across the room and open the hall door, but she was too enraptured with the lingering tremors in her belly to care why Ted was taking time out from his sensual labors. The door closed again, quietly, and she heard the soft click of the lock. Lazily, she spread her legs wide, feeling the wetness seep from her cunt to bathe her perineum and anus. She was slick down there, slicker than she had ever been before. Slick and hungry for more of that demanding cock. A knee pressed the bed, and she welcomed the hips that fitted themselves between her thighs. Her own hips swiveled upward to meet the hot hardness that slid pulsating]y into her juicy crevice. She brought her legs up to wrap them about the narrow waist. Her arms embraced and pulled him down onto her sensitive tits as he began fucking her, steadily and delightfully. Her eyes opened and widened. Her lips shaped a surprised oval. "Clyde!" she gasped, her ass still working cooperatively beneath his pounding hips. "My own brother!" It was not a protest. Even if she had wanted to object, her eager cunt would not have permitted more than a token complaint. What he was doing to her felt too good, and she was too near another string of firecracker orgasms to make any attempt to halt his industrious probing of her slippery pussy. Her ass bouncing and twisting in the throes of ecstasy, Susan was too busy coming to hear Ted Morgan's husky chuckle of approval. Chapter 8 Linda Morgan was upset with her young cousin. Had she been capable of real anger, it would have been directed at Beth Porter for suggesting that Ted was even considering the dreadful thing the girl had so vividly described. "Ted's eighteen years old, Linda," Beth had argued in their conversation following the interrupted dessert. "You're still a kid. If he does anything to you, It'll be both rape and incest." Linda had shaken her head firmly, her baby face determined. "I know what rape is, Beth," she reminded the girl. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I know a few things. Ted would never make me do something I didn't want to do. As for the part about incest, I don't care. I've wanted Ted to love me for ages." "We're not talking about love, darn it!", Beth exclaimed. "He wants to screw you. Don't you understand that?" "And what's wrong with that?" Linda rejoined. Her shoulders shook with a little shiver of anticipation, making her small breasts tremble under the thin blouse. "Don't you ever want to let Clyde do it to you?" Beth framed a shocked protest that became, instead, a mysterious smile of possible admission. Her tongue made a sensuous circuit of the red oval, finally curving its pointed tip upward as she studied her cousin's questioning face. The eyes, long-lashed and posing a question of their own, moved down to study Linda's thrusting tits, tracing the outline of their tiny nipples through the clinging blouse. "Do we really need our brother's for what we're both thinking about?" she asked in a hush voice. "Couldn't we have fun without them?" Linda stared at the girl with a confused frown. "I don't understand," she answered hesitantly. Seeing the direction of Beth's stare, her own eyes dropped to peer at the little tips that punched the thin fabric. "Do you like my titties?" I'd like to see them without that blouse," Beth responded. Her lashes flickered their excitement. "Did you ever have another girl play with them?" Linda seemed unsurprised by the query, shaking her head as she answered. "No. But it sounds interesting." Her fingers toyed with the top button. "Would you like to play with mine?" Beth's blonde hair bobbed an admission. "It's more fun when we play with each other's," she observed, taking a step toward the twin beauties that were revealed by the slowly opening blouse. "Why don't we both get undressed?" Agreeably, Linda shrugged off the blouse, the small breasts tightening with her movements, and began unzipping her short skirt. Beth stared with mounting excitement as the bikini panties were pushed down and she saw the chestnut curls of her selected target. In moments, both girls were naked, their clothes left in two careless heaps as Beth drew the blonde nymphet against her own eager flesh. Linda gasped as their breasts met, pressed and yielded to their firm counterparts. Her hands explored the curve of a delightfully rounded ass. She stared at her cousin with wide eyes. "Are you going to do what Ted did?" she asked innocently. Beth's fingers tightened on a deliciously slender waist. "What did Ted do?" she asked, anticipating the answer. "He stuck his tongue in my pussy," was the naive reply. "It felt so good, I couldn't stop coming." "Why don't you pretend that I'm Ted?" Beth whispered, moving her torso to rub her tingling tits against the swollen tips of the girl's firm breasts. Her own pussy was shivering with anticipation. If she could persuade Linda to use that dainty tongue on it, she would give her cousin a muff job she would never forget. Linda's response was one Beth had not expected. "I don't like pretending," the girl murmured. She moved her furry crotch against Beth's plump labial mound. "Why can't we just be ourselves?" Beth answered the delicious pressure by working her agile hips, increasing the pressure of the two young cunts. "Will you do what I ask you to?" she demanded huskily. The brown head bobbed an eager assent, and the fingers on her quivering buttocks tugged aggressively. "It might be even better with you," Linda admitted. "I could do what you're doing. That would be fun." She grinned at Beth's hot gaze. "I've often wished I could reach my own pussy and lick it." Beth began urging her back toward the bed, grinding her furry crotch against the warm moistness of its counterpart. She moved her flat belly in a delicate massage of Linda's softer abdomen, desire hastening their awkward progress toward the waiting mattress. Linda fell backward, pulling Beth down with her, giggling as the girl's knees forced her legs apart and the warm naked body fitted itself against hers, Beth's face hovering with an expression Linda instinctively recognized. Her giggling subsided as she felt the girl's pussy slide its yielding lips against hers, and she gave a soft gasp as Beth's clitoris, stiffened with lust, eased its throbbing erection between her sensitive labia. She knew what it was, although she had never dreamed that she would encounter one large enough to do what Beth was making hers do. The engorged cylinder was actually sliding in and out of her pussy as the girl's hips performed a rhythmic rise and fall, and the sensation was devastatingly wonderful. She wiggled her ass responsively, careful to keep the answering hunches short so the miniature prick would not slip out of her tangling slit. Her fingers clutched the slowly bouncing bottom, and she welcomed the parted lips that descended upon her open mouth. Tongues touched, tentatively and cautiously, then swirled eagerly and boldly as the taste of their blended saliva heightened the desire that pounded through their writhing bodies. The kiss seemed an extension of that exquisite massage, and the two mouths worked greedily, as if anticipating the moment when they would be glued to that other opening. It was Linda who broke away to whisper, "Let me kiss your tittie, Beth. I want to know how it feels and tastes." The small, thin sliver of hardened flesh slipped from its cozy nest as Beth climbed from between Linda's slender legs to crawl hurriedly to the head of the big bed, turning about until she faced the foot. She leaned over Linda's face, brushing her lips across her cousin's mouth and exclaiming, "You do whatever I do!" Linda bobbed her head in eager agreement, wetting her lips as Beth inched her body downward until the pointed tips of her young breasts offered themselves to her open mouth. Her lips closed about one succulent nipple at the same instant Beth began sucking on her left tit. It was a new and exciting experience for Linda, for her pleasure was doubled by the thrill of that resilient finger she held between gentle teeth, flogging its pulsating tip with quick lashes of her hot tongue. Beth was sucking greedily on her own target, and the two girls began a delightful series of matching caresses, each taking her cue from the other's lips and tongue. Beth transferred her attention to the other breast and Linda released the swollen nipple to roll her head into position to claim its equally tasty mate, licking the pliant bud before drawing it into her mouth and nursing it with hungry suction. The blonde girl's body shifted again, her mouth trailing wetly downward to where her tongue could twist its stiffened tip into the dainty indentation of Linda's navel, her own belly contracting as she felt her cousin's tongue provide a matching caress that sent a quiver of anticipation through her aroused pussy. Technically, Beth Porter was still a virgin, as was Linda. However, while Linda had experienced only that one wonderful evening with Ted, Beth had been enjoying the pleasures of oral sex since she was twelve years old, persuading a select few of her girl friends to do the same thing Linda was doing. She had never tried it with a boy, although the thought of taking a hard cock inside her mouth had crossed her mind more times than she would admit. If only they would be satisfied with that, she would have gone down on any one of a dozen males she had known. But, it was obvious that their immediate goal was forcing their big prick into her tight little snatch, and she was too afraid of the pain when her pussy was stretched by that thick hardness. Having a larger than normal clitoris was a decided asset, Beth had learned, especially when she could talk her partner into letting her slide it into the hot grip of a virgin asshole. She had already determined that Linda would permit her that liberty, but she wanted to wait until they had explored the other possibilities before fucking the lovely creature whose chestnut- haired pussy now waited for her eager tongue. She raised her head, examining the delicate trench with hungry eyes, observing the distended clitoris, much smaller than her own, at the peak of the moist slit. "Let's suck each other's clit!" she exclaimed, lowering her hips above Linda's upturned face so the girl could reach her furry crotch. Instead of using words, Linda answered by fastening her wet lips about the meaty spear and working her tongue over its sensitive tip. Beth provided an extra friction by sliding the engorged stem in and shut of the girl's mouth, feeling the light touch of the teeth as Linda began sucking, awkwardly, but avidly. Slowly, Beth lowered her tits to the soft belly and extended her tongue until it barely touched the moist membranes of the girl's cunt, avoiding the inviting lovebud until she had thoroughly explored the yielding orifice that quivered at her tentative caress. She forced her tongue into the pulsing slit, tasting its tangy nectar and probing the shuddering corridor by twisting her oral muscle around inside its slippery grip. She pushed her open mouth against the soft lips of the pussy, exhaling her warm breath into the delicate channel. Linda's hips jerked, and her thighs leapt upward to clamp about Beth's head. Her own mouth, greedily feasting on the oversized clit, released its hold so she could duplicate the delicious contact on the blonde cunt that mashed its pliant mound against her teeth. Linda felt a flood of warm juice spill from the interior of the pussy, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. Its tartness sent waves of pleasure through her gulping throat, and she worked her ass in eager response to Beth's flashing tongue. Her fingers clutched at the pumping hips above her head, tugging at the flexing buttocks as her tongue slithered in and out of the dripping cunt. The juice, escaping her busy lips, trickled down her cheeks and chin and she found herself welcoming the sensations it evolved. She felt her orgasm building, spurred by Beth's slashing tongue, and she yielded to the smashing waves of ecstasy that washed through her convulsing pussy, its spasming lips tightening about the thrusting oral muscle that massaged the tingling nerve- ends in the pulsing labia. Even as Beth loosed another flood of cuntal honey Into her greedy mouth, Linda found herself comparing her present pleasure to that created by Ted's powerful tongue and huge throbbing cock. The thought of that rearing hardness made her seek Beth's clitoris with her avid lips, sucking its delicious spear until the girl's orgasm made it retreat into its fleshy hood. Beth, half-crazed by the ecstasy of her come, worried her mouth against Linda's slippery crotch, rubbing her chin, nose and forehead in that juicy trench, and coating her face with its tart exudation. She licked her way over the taut plane of the girls perineum and flicked the tip of her hot tongue against the tiny anal circlet, a caress that brought Linda's lithe hips writhing upward in eager welcome. Her own body shook with excitement as she felt Linda's tongue perform the same delightful worship, culminating with its stiffened point forcing its way into the elastic ring of sensitive muscles to slide, wriggling and twisting, up her responsive asshole. The two bodies curved, straining for a position where each could probe deeper into the forbidden channel. The two tongues curled and fluttered, massaging the nerve-laced rings of palpitating flesh. Two chins dripped with vaginal juice as the prolonged thrusting evoked another orgasmic outpouring from the empathizing cunts. Panting with excitement, Beth dismounted, only to twist her body about and cover Linda's cream-smeared mouth with her own in a wild kiss that ended with Linda licking her face to claim the juices gathered during their frantic coupling. Easily, expertly, Beth fitted her hips between the girl's willing legs, grinding her slippery cunt against its equally oily counterpart, feeling her clitoris regain its stiffened stance and slide into the hot grip of Linda's pulsating pussy. Their tits, coated with sweat, slipped and rolled, nipple caressing nipple as their bodies moved in adjustment. "Pull your legs up high, Linda," Beth whispered, arching her neck to permit the girl's tongue to bathe the area below her dainty chin. Let me stick it in your ass!" The slender legs climbed higher, scissoring the narrow waist and lifting her parted buttocks for the invasion of that prick- like clitoral spear, her body tensing as she felt the hardness slide up into her tender anus. Employing short savage strokes, Beth began fucking the whimpering blonde, stroking her clit in and out of the clenching asshole while her belly slammed against the splayed lips of the adjacent cunt. "Relax when I slide it in," she instructed the moaning girl. "Then, tighten up as I pull it out." Eagerly, Linda worked her hot sphincter around the stroking clit, gasping with heightened pleasure as the hardness massaged her flexing circle. She stared up into her cousins flushed face with lust-glazed eyes. "I wish," she panted, "you had a real dick! It feels good!" Beth's pelvis pounded harder and faster, her clitoris stabbing the juicy asshole with vicious thrusts. She grabbed the girls blonde hair, holding her face in position as she moistened her lips for a kiss that would carry her into and through the approaching come. Don't talk!" she cried. "Just let me do it!" Linda did not object. She welcomed the tongue that fluttered inside her mouth and the hot stiffness that probed at her flexing bottom. Closing her eyes, she pretended that the clit was Ted's prick. That was all she needed to loose her own orgasmic gusher, spilling the hot juice down onto Beth's love shaft as that throbbing organ retreated in its own gut-wrenching climax. Chapter 9 Ted Morgan studied the single sheet of paper atop the desk, his pen poised above the three names he had written. His handsome mouth tilted in amusement as he closed his eyes and let the point touch the paper. His eyes opened to find a tiny dot between the names of his Stepmother and his sister. The grin broadened. Why not, he mused. It would be fun humping the two together. So far, he had confined his screwing to Joyce and Susan, but he had no intention of passing up the obvious pleasure of those two pussies he had not as yet sampled He glanced down at the third name on the sheet. It seemed appropriate that he should save the blonde haired Beth until last. By the time he was ready to initiate the youngest member of the Porter family, the others would offer little opposition to his plans for her. Yes, Dorothy and Linda would he quite able to supply all the activity he would require for one night. He recalled the way his Stepmother had reacted after she got her first taste of his cock, and he felt that meaty shaft begin swelling inside his slacks. It would be interesting to have them both work on it. Linda lacked experience. But she made up for that lack with her youthful enthusiasm. Moreover, Ted was convinced that the girl would do anything he might suggest, a trait Dorothy had not exhibited. That possible hesitation would provide an extra thrill. All he had to do, he concluded, was find out what the redhead didn't like, and force her to do it. Climbing to his feet, he left the room to find his Stepmother arranging a centerpiece of freshly cut flowers in the dining room. Without speaking he walked up behind her and jammed his pelvis against her lush ass, grinding the bulge of his swelling prick into the warm crease of her buttocks. Dorothy braced her hands on the table and flexed her ass cheeks cooperatively, sucking in a sharp breath when his hands reached around to cup her firm breasts and squeeze their resilient mounds. "I wondered when you'd get around to finishing what you started," she murmured in a throaty purr. She moved her bottom against the stiffness that throbbed insistently. "I can do more with that thing than Joyce." Ted chuckled. "You'll have to really put out to beat her," he murmured, moving his hips to slide his erection through the deep cleft. Her dress yielded to the pressure, permitting the outlined cock to slip delightfully between the firm cheeks. "Bring Linda to my room tonight," he said quietly. "We'll see if you're as good in the sack as you are on your knees." Dorothy stiffened slightly. "You're going to let her watch?" He pinched her nipple, making her grunt with the slight pain. "She'll be doing a hell of a lot more than watching," he assured her. "It's time my baby sister learned how to use that pussy." Dorothy's voice showed more excitement than surprise as she said, "Do you think she's ready for that big thing?" "If I tell her she's ready," Ted replied softly, squeezing the nipples of both tits with each word, "she's ready." Her breasts tingling, Dorothy watched her stepson walk from the room, her brain whirling with conflicting emotions. She detested the boy's arrogance, yet she had to admit that it was the same demanding harshness that made her willing to cooperate in any plan he might devise. That first night, she had surrendered to his lust in order to maintain her personal security. But her willingness stemmed from her own hunger. Not even Ralph's eager assault had diminished the quivering need between her voluptuous thighs, and her throat ached for yet another baptism of bubbling hot sperm. Still another desire swept through her body when she informed Linda of Ted's demand, for the lovely girl clapped her hands with happiness and threw herself against Dorothy's firm breasts with a little squeal of delight. "I'm glad you're going to be there, Dorothy," she told her Stepmother. I love Ted so much that I'd do anything in the world for him. But I am scared." She moistened her lips nervously. "He's so big!" Dorothy found her hands fondling the girl's ass cheeks and her hips moving to rub her enflamed cuntal mound against the wiggling pelvis. "Don't worry sweetheart. It'll stretch." At dinner, Ted added another item to the evening's agenda when he calmly informed Ralph that Clyde would be joining him and Joyce for the night, while Susan would share Beth's bedroom. The two girls merely smiled their acceptance of the order and both Joyce and Clyde found it difficult to disguise their willingness to cooperate. But Ralph glared at Ted with angry eyes. "You won't he satisfied until you've turned us all into monsters!" he exclaimed. "Haven't you done enough?" Ted arched one brow at the man, his voice betraying amusement at the sudden outburst. "You don't have to take part Uncle Ralph," he reminded him. "I'm sure Clyde will be able to handle things by himself. But I do insist that you watch." From her place at the table, Linda asked, "Is Clyde going to do it to Aunt Joyce?" Dorothy stifled a laugh behind her napkin at the girl's innocent question and Beth favored her cousin with an understanding smile. Clyde surprised everyone. "I don't see why we have to make such a big deal out of all this," he stated firmly. "Mom likes it as much as I do." Ralph's face flamed as he half-shouted, "It's just not right! Damn it! Joyce is my wife!" "But you got a real blast out of seeing me hump her," Ted reminded the angry man. His face hardened and a note of coldness entered his voice. "We'll do it my way no matter what any of you think. Is that clear?" Slowly, his eyes went from face to face, holding until he received some gesture of agreement. Finally, his slight frown faded and he flashed a grin at their strained expressions. "That's better," he observed his voice softer. "I'm planning a little surprise for all of you in a few days." He chuckled at Ralph's startled look. "No, it isn't what you're thinking. This is something you will all find very pleasant." Joyce and Susan made an attempt to draw him out, but he refused their thinly veiled hints, merely shaking his head and grinning until Dorothy caught his eye and indicated the upstairs with a little movement of her head. Deliberately Ted waited until the others had filed from the room. They, glancing down at the tented leg of his slacks, he stood up and walked toward the stairs. Linda had already undressed when he opened the bedroom door, and Dorothy was just stepping out of her sheer panties. He paused to watch the undulations of her plump pussy as she raised each leg, his cock stiffening almost painfully behind the restraining trousers. Without speaking, he began removing his clothes, feeling the hot eyes of his Stepmother and his sister caressing his muscular body. Then, as he slid his shorts down and his huge prick reared upward against his belly before settling into a throbbing angle, Linda gave a little squeal of anticipation. Dorothy, seated on the edge of the bed, flicked her tongue across her parted lips. Brushing past the redheads inviting curves, Ted sprawled on the bed, pushing a giggling Linda to one side as he settled his back against the comfortable mattress and spread his hairy legs to expose the swollen globes of his big balls. His arms drew them both down against his broad chest, their warm tits yielding slightly, and the taut nipples stiffening still more as they moved in gentle massage. Linda's lips teased his right cheek, while Oorothy's moist mouth neared his own, and the tip of her tongue flicked out to trace the curve of his parted lips. Ted's arms urged the two closer, bringing both mouths into contact with his and with each other in a three-way kiss that became a furious thrusting and twisting of tongues. To his delight, he discovered that Dorothy and Linda were exploring each other's mouth as often as they invaded his. Their saliva, sweet and warm, trickled down into his mouth, and the two slithering tongues chased after it, probing between his teeth and making his hips jerk with excited desire. Freeing himself long enough to speak, Ted whispered instructions to the two aroused females, his prick pulsating as he described exactly what he wanted each of them to do. To Linda, he said, "I'll fuck Dorothy first, baby. If I do it to you first, I'll come too quickly. This way, you'll be all hot and juicy when I slide it in, and we can make it last a long time." "That's all right," Linda smiled happily. "I'll get to watch Dorothy do it to you." Her eyes narrowed and she sucked in a little breath through clenched teeth. "Anyway, I love to feel your tongue in me." Ted patted the girl's flushed cheek. "You'll love my prick a lot more." He looked at Dorothy. "Mount up, Mother. Let's fuck!" Dorothy climbed to her knees and swung one shapely leg across the youth's thighs, leaning forward until her breasts quivered with the strain of their own weight. A strand of red hair fell teasingly over her face, but she ignored it as her slender fingers curled eagerly about the column of hard cock-flesh that jutted upward beneath her crotch, its reddened slit seeming to peer at the moist crevice that lowered itself toward the purple helmet. Linda knelt facing her Stepmother, shifting her weight as Ted steered her into position astride his face, her young pussy lips parting to reveal the wet tunnel that awaited his probing tongue. Gently, her whole body trembling with desire, she yielded to her brother's tugging hands, whimpering with pleasure as his mouth claimed her delicious cunt and his tongue bored up into her clenching vagina. "Oh, Christ!" Dorothy moaned. She had fitted the swollen head of Ted's cock into her labial entrance, and the tender lips were stretched into a circle of unprecedented size by its huge girth. She cried out when the glans snapped through the tight cuntal grip and she felt the massive shaft inside her vagina, hot and pulsating as it moved inward with her slowly descending hips. "Ummmm! That looks good!" Linda panted, staring at the juncture of their joined organs. Her hips were moving, still guided by Ted's hands, but developing a rhythm of their own as his tongue caressed her sensitive slit into a shuddering undulation of ever increasing pleasure. "Does it feel good, Dorothy?" The redhead was almost halfway down the nine-inch shaft, her ass jerking with the ecstasy produced by the constant friction of the thick hardness that was filling her cunt to an almost frightening degree. She blinked at the girl, then dropped her eyes to watch Ted's chin move in the chestnut curls of Linda's pussy. "It's heavenly!" she groaned. Her arms reached out to pull Linda toward her, their mouths meeting in a wet, tongue-lashing kiss as Dorothy screwed her slippery cunt farther down on the cylinder of throbbing prick, giving a nasal grunt when its blunt knob pressed her womb mouth before she had accepted the full length. "Suck my tits, Linda!" she gasped, wrenching her lips from the girl's wild kiss and pulling the excited face down toward her distended nipples. ~Ahhhh! Yes! That's it! Bite it! Don't be afraid of hurting me!" Beneath the two bodies, Ted gave a silent chuckle of satisfaction, sliding his tongue deep into his sister's delicious cunt and drawing the tart vaginal juice from its mysterious well. His hips, held motionless during Dorothy's initial descent, now began moving in harmony with her slow posting. He had been surprised at the tightness of his Stepmother's pussy, and delighted at the heat of that shuddering embrace of wet, wriggling tissue. Even more pleasant was that spasming cervix that came pressing down against the head of his prick with each hunch of her agile hips. Her womb had yielded a little. But Dorothy's sliding cunt seemed unable to accept the last two inches of the wrist-thick shaft. When Ted shoved his hips upward to meet her downward thrust, she quickly reversed her direction, avoiding the full force of the plunging knob. It was unimportant at the moment. He would let Dorothy set her own pace during this first session. Later, when he had finished with Linda, he would force the gorgeous redhead to take it all, regardless of her wishes. Linda was coming he realized. Her cunt was shaking and smashing against his sucking mouth, and he could feel the hot lips tighten about his flashing tongue as it bored in and out of her pulsating slit. He concentrated on the clitoral nub for a few moments, and her ass bucked in avid response to the rapid licking of that sensitive organ. A fresh gush of nectar bathed his tongue and he went back to vacuuming her pussy, swallowing the juice with noisy gulps, and shoving his puck up into that slippery cunt that slipped and nibbled about its engorged length. Dorothy had pushed Linda's mouth away from her tit, and was now arched forward, sucking greedily on the girl's left breast, while her ass hammered away at Ted's middle. Her cuntal juices drawn from her by the delightful massage of her pussy walls, trickled down into the thick hair at the base of that rearing shaft, and the undulating pussy spasmed repeatedly as its muscles contracted in orgasmic delight. Ted counted seven climaxes before he urged Linda's well- licked cunt from his face and forded the girl to free his head from between her warm thighs. Then he reached to grip Dorothy's slender waist with both hands, halting her rabbit-like hunches on his strutted prick. She gasped in surprise, still flexing her vagina about his cock as she poised above his hips, six inches of hardness still packing her excited pussy with its delightful hot throbbing. "Don't you want to come?" she panted. Perspiration bathed her heaving breasts, the nipples full and stiff, jutting from their coral circles like pointing fingers. "Hell, yes!" was Ted's grunted response. "Right in your mouth! Come on, Mother! Give Linda a lesson in cock-swallowing." Dorothy was too excited to react with anything other than obedience. She had already come until her pussy was soggy with the overflow of slippery juice from the massaged walls, and it would be a pleasure to switch to the method she found almost as delightful as screwing. Flexing her thighs she pulled her cunt upward on the huge shaft, grunting when the knob popped out of the tight lips with a noisy slurping sound. Quickly, she slid down in the bed, bending over the juice-coated prick to fasten her mouth around the purple glans. Her tongue curled and fluttered, massaging the plum-like head until Ted's hips pushed upward, and she was forced to take the cock deeper into her already sucking mouth. "Take it all, bitch!" Ted groaned, using one hand to push her bowed head down onto his prick. The other pulled Linda down onto his chest, his lips opening for her eager kiss as he fucked his prong in and out of Dorothy's skilled jaw. Dorothy found the taste of her own cunt Juice delicious, and she swallowed the mixture of saliva and tart cream before yielding to the pressure of Ted's hand. Then, with a little whimper of lust, she let the strutted head slip pass her tongue to plunge down her gulping throat, using lips, tongue and jaw to massage the nine-inch spear as it moved in and out with furious strokes. Linda watched in fascination as the redhead worked her mouth up and down on the huge column, her own taste buds tingling as she recalled the deliciousness of her brother's cock-juice, and the throbbing goodness that had stretched her lips until her law ached faith the strain. But it was her cunt that throbbed with anticipation. Within minutes, she realized, Ted would force that big puck into her and make her a woman. As for Dorothy, her only concern was that thick, pulsating shaft of male meat that filled her mouth and jabbed between her tonsils with each eager bob of her red head. Her tongue swirled and flicked, pressed and curled, caressing the throbbing goodness as it drove between her teeth and into her hungry throat. She wanted only to make him come, and to drink that sperm-laced semen from the spurting tip of his prick. "Don't swallow it!" she heard him gasp, and she slowed her furious assault in surprise until his hand urged her to continue that fierce bobbing motion. "Make me come!" he went on, "but don't swallow it!" She tightened her lips and squeezed his heavy balls in protest, shaking her head and making the prick's knob slide over the inner wall of each bulging cheek. Her whole body jerked in pain as he tugged angrily at her red hair for emphasis. "Goddamn you!" he panted. "Save it! You're gonna blow it into Linda's snatch for me!" There was no time for further explanation. The cock was shuddering in her mouth, and her tongue curled to catch the first powerful spurt of his slippery come. Her throat ached with hunger for the warm cream that spilled against her palate and she could not resist the urge to let that first delicious glob ease beyond her tongue as it flayed the slitted tip of his jetting cock. She swallowed eagerly as the second surge of semen washed over her lightly gripping teeth. Then, when Ted's fingers tightened their hold on her hair, Dorothy sucked obediently, holding the ropey sperm in her mouth until the prick ceased its ejaculatory pulsations. "Don't spill it!" Ted panted, loosing the savage grip on her red hair and watching her straining lips slide upward. "Blow it into Linda's pussy!" Linda, her eyes wide in excitement, scooted down beside him, spreading her slender legs for Dorothy's descending face. She gave a little cry as the closed mouth fastened itself to her cunt, then opened to yield the slippery load of come. She whimpered with joy when Dorothy's tongue slid into the tender slit, following its deposit of lubricating sperm. "Ohhhh!" she moaned happily, her ass twisting to press her pussy more tightly against the oral caress. "It feels all wet and juicy!" Her brother pushed himself upward, turning to bend over her contorted face and brush his mouth across hers. "That's just the way I want it, baby," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt my little sister with my big dick!" She stared into his half-closed eyes, her hips working feverishly as Dorothy's tongue slithered in and out of her cunt, her hot breath forcing the semen farther up into the throbbing passageway. His mouth covered hers, roughly and possessively, drawing her tongue out and into his oral grip, sucking it with fierce tugs. His body moved, his hips pushing Dorothy's busy head aside as he fitted them between the girl's thighs. Without help, the head of his prick found its target, nuzzling the virginal crevice where Dorothy's lips had deposited the accumulated semen. Linda felt the huge knob's determined pressure, and she held her breath as the labial circle yielded, stretching and expanding around the meaty glans that slid into her cunt more easily than either of them had anticipated. She released her breath in a little gasp of delight. "It feels good, Ted! ... Oh, wow! ... It's so big!" Ted watched her lovely face contort in a mixture of strain and pleasure. He forced his cock deeper inside the throbbing channel, grunting with the ecstasy of the wriggling muscles that gripped his shaft like a hundred greedy mouths. It was snore than just another cunt. This was his kid sister, the girl he had wanted to screw ever since the first time he had made the exciting discovery that his prick was designed to fit that delicate passageway at the base of her soft belly. "Can you take it all, baby?" he whispered. He was having to really add the pressure to drive his cock into that tight hole. Linda had fingered her way through the hymen ages ago. But it was still tight in that hot snatch. Tight and slippery. Her arms drew him down onto her pointed tits and her ass worked eagerly, screwing the jaws of her cunt upward about his lengthy joint. "Make me take it, Ted!" she hissed. "Rape me with it!" He added another inch to the four already stretching her shuddering vagina and his chest moved against the strutted fingers of her breasts. He curled his hands about her shoulders, buttocks tensing as still another inch drove into the slippery orifice. Linda's tongue flickered wildly about the curve of her open mouth. Her eyes, glazed with a mixture of lust and ecstasy stared up at her brother's perspiring face. "Is my pussy good, Ted?" she panted, eagerness obvious in the breathless question. "Does it feel good?" "Goddamn, yes!" he groaned, lifting his ass to drag the swollen shaft back through the undulating grip of her juicy cunt. The massaging of her labial lips made the girl's hips jerk and wiggle in helpless response, the motion adding to the pleasure of his partial withdrawal. Her nails dug into his broad back, demanding and urgent. "UUUNNNHHH!" The cry blasted the momentary silence as Ted's pelvis hurtled forward and downward, plunging his prick back into the slippery embrace and beyond his previous reach. To Linda, it felt as though the cock was driving up into her throat, stretching and filling her pussy until she was certain her belly would explode from the throbbing pressure of that huge, wonderful prick. Her eyes widened in strain and surprise and her mouth gaped soundlessly after that single bleat of shock. No sooner had he forced the full nine inches into her cunt than he was pulling the shaft out again, driving it back with a violence that slapped his heavy balls against her quivering anus with a noisy squish. "Oh, shit, baby!" Ted grunted, his ass hammering fiercely between her quivering thighs. "I can't hold it!" His prick raced in and out of the clutching jaws with increasing speed. He had intended to drag the fuck out, making it last long enough to give Linda several orgasms before spilling his load into her greedy snatch. But he hadn't reckoned on the unbelievable goodness of the juicy cunt that nibbled and undulated around his cock with torrid muscles. Nor had he anticipated the incredible gyrations of his sister's pelvis, a movement that screwed the slippery channel about his prick with a friction too delightful to resist. He hunched the swollen rod in and out with furious thrusts, feeling the bloated head ram harshly against the nibbling mouth of Linda's womb, pushing that organ upward as the cock filled her vagina with it's throbbing length. Linda grunted each time the prick speared her belly, her ass pushing up to insure the maximum depth of that agonizingly delicious penetration. She felt the juice-smeared balls slide against her anus, and her buttocks clenched as if seeking to trap those sperm-laden nuts. As the prick slid outward, she tightened her vagina around its enormous girth, flexing the muscles in an instinctive rippling that made her brother groan with ecstasy and fuck her even harder. His strokes shortened and became more savage, the prick slamming deep inside her pussy and boring into the greedy mouth of her cervi. xThe hairy pelvic ridge hammered her distended clitoris, and his scrotum dragged and rolled in the cleft of her writhing ass. Above her whimpering cries, Linda heard the slap of their bellies and the wet sucking sound of his pistoning prick. She knew that Ted was about to come. Within seconds, his cock would spill its thick, warm semen inside her cunt. Linda accepted the knowledge without question, welcoming the nearness of that moment with a gladness of childlike simplicity. But the savage hunger in her belly was far from infantile. Her ass worked with a rhythm and purpose far older than her sixteen years, and her pussy became a wildly sucking mouth on her brother's deeply probing joint. She fucked him back, eyes bulging with wonder at the increasingly powerful sensations that washed through her spasming cunt. Her mouth gaped, lips drawn back in a strained grimace of ecstasy, and her tongue pitted in the red oval as if directing the twisting hunching of her quivering hips. His mouth, wet and warm claimed hers, and she sucked the writhing tongue that drove between her teeth, bathing it in her own saliva, but finding its taste utterly masculine. She heard him groan, nasally and hoarsely, a helpless sound that signaled the release of his roiling sperm. Linda's body shuddered with expectancy, and she wiggled her ass in a vicious circle as she felt his prick, stretching her cunt with its suddenly increased girth, jerk savagely against the straining vaginal walls. Hot and wet, his come bolted against her womb, bathing the hungry cervix and slithering through the greedy opening. Spurt after spurt washed over the expanded tissues, forced back along the passageway until it trickled sluggishly around the thick cock and down her taut perineal plane. Each wave of semen sent a powerful tremor through her well-packed pussy, a tremor of overwhelming pleasure that set her heels to drumming against Ted's tensed buttocks and her ass grinding furiously to milk the maximum from his hilted peck. Every nerve in her body seemed afire with the heat of that liquid explosion inside her convulsing pussy, and Linda realized that all her previous orgasms had been little more than pleasant interludes. Clutching Ted's shuddering body, she bucked her cunt up to siphon the last drop of milky sperm, whimpering with the intensity of her climax. Crouched beside the sweating pair, Dorothy Morgan watched the muscles of Ted's ass cheeks contract with the expulsion of the final spurt of his come. Her breasts, slightly pendent as she knelt on the big bed, pointed engorged nipples at the wrinkled sheet, and she felt her cunt lips palpitate with empathy as she heard Linda's throaty gurgle of acceptance. Dorothy was a little surprised at her reaction to the girl's defloration. Initially, she had accepted Ted's plan as a thing to be tolerated. Then, as she witnessed the huge prick boring into Linda's virginal slit, her attitude had altered to one of eagerness. Suddenly, she had wanted the handsome boy to ravish his compliant sister, to fuck her until she squealed for mercy. Ted had come close to doing just that. But Linda's cries had been pleas for more of that deliciously hard cock, and Ted had supplied it with admirable expertise. Dorothy had counted seven orgasms while the youth fucked the responsive girl, and she had brought herself off twice with two plunging fingers as she watched. Now, if she could talk Ted into it, she could enjoy that deliciously large prick again. And she didn't care where. Ted pulled his cock from Linda's still-pulsating snatch, pushing himself upward until he hovered over the girl on hands and knees. He grinned down into his sister's face. "Baby," he whispered breathlessly, "I should have popped that little pussy a long time ago. You really know how to use that thing." Linda's answer was muffled by the descent of his chest onto her open mouth as he began working his body upward above hers, adjusting his knees until he was straddling her narrow waist, his cock sliding between her pointed breasts and his flat belly teasing her caressing lips. Eagerly, Linda licked the sweat-soaked skin, her arms embracing, her brother's hips and urging him higher. She whimpered with desire when the plum-like knob of his prick touched her chin, and her mouth opened wide to claim the cream-smeared organ. Feeding his cock into the greedy circle of wet lips, Ted tuned his head to give Dorothy a low-lidded grin. "How about using that tongue on my ass?" he drawled. "Do a good job and I'll have Linda work on your cunt." Dorothy ran her tongue around the oval of her sensuous lips, answering his smile with a little arching of her neat brows. She tossed her red hair back from the lovely face, her eyes flicking down to watch the thick cock disappear into Linda's straining mouth. "You won't mind if I suck on your balls," she said in a husky voice. "Will you?" His eyes hardened. "I want to feel your tongue in my ass," he said flatly. "Let's not forget who's boss." Crouched over his sister's face, his prick already plunged deep in the girl's willing throat, Ted felt his Stepmother's pliant breasts brush the cheeks of his ass as she moved into position behind him, settling herself between Linda's legs and pressing her warm fingers on his rearing buttocks. Her fingers spread the fleshy pads farther apart, exposing the striated brown circle of the lad's anus. Without hesitation Dorothy leaned forward to cover his asshole with her wet mouth, stiffening her tongue and pressing the pointed tip into the tight opening. She felt his muscles tense at the attempted invasion, and she wiggled her oral muscle insistently, moistening the entrance with her warm saliva. Then, as Ted relaxed the sphincteral barriers Dorothy drove her tongue up into his rectum feeling the constricted channel clench and vibrate around her deep intrusion. "That's it!" Ted gasped, his hips trembling with the pleasure of her assault and the continued caress of Linda's mouth on his throbbing prick. "Suck my ass!" The next few moments were more than Ted Morgan had bargained for. As he tugged his cock from Linda's throat, his anus was impaled on Dorothy's tongue, and he felt the incredible sensation of her salvia being forced in, then sucked out again while her hot tongue wriggled and twisted inside his asshole. Lindens tongue was busy too, Lashing the head of his prick each time that lengthy shaft withdrew to where she could lick the slitted tip, and she sucked him with hungry tugs that made his whole body jerk with the mounting ecstasy of the combined attack. "Goddamn!" he roared when Dorothy began fucking her tongue in and out of his tail, its passage made easy the slick coating of her salvia. His pelvis worked furiously, driving his prick in and out of Linda's mouth without regard for her helpless position beneath him. Each thrust sent the head of his cock into her throat, and his balls slapped harshly against her greedily working chin. On the verge of orgasm, he wrenched his prick from Linda's lips and worked his hips higher, feeling Dorothy's tongue follow him with determined thrusts. "Suck my halls!" he gasped to the started Linda. "I don't want to come so damn quick!" It was pleasure such as he had never before experienced. His asshole was being thoroughly eaten out by his beautiful Stepmother, and his scrotum was gently, but firmly enveloped by his sister's warm, wet lips, her tongue massaging the twin sacs and rolling their sensitive cargo around inside her sucking mouth. Cursing in his excitement, Ted jerked himself free and twisted around to grab Dorothy by her flaming hair, shoving her backward and scrambling between her quickly spread thighs to plunge his strutted prick into the torrid grip of her dripping cunt. His hips ground against hers, stirring the engorged cock inside her belly, and the woman's eyes bulged with the happy strain of acceptance. "Work that ass!" he gurgled, hunching to stroke the prick through the slippery grip of her convulsing vagina. "Make me come!" Dorothy was too excited to answer in words, but her pelvis responded with a savage circling that tugged at his stroking cock with juicy undulations. Her arms clutched his waist, pulling his chest down onto the resilient melons of her breasts. Voluptuous thighs tensed and rippled as her ass rocked and launched, driving the dripping jaws of her cunt up onto the nine-inch spear that thrust repeatedly into her vaginal depths, its throbbing head pounding her cervix with staccato rhythm. Without intention, she loosened the walls of her cunt to permit the huge pack's full length, and she gasped at the delicious filling as Ted's balls pressed their rolling bulk against her flexing anus. Then, as the lad's hips lifted, she squeezed the retreating shaft with rippling contractions of her vaginal muscles, a movement which produced a sucking vacuum that made Ted groan with delight. Her legs climbed higher around his pounding body, elevating her hips as he fucked her with a furious harshness, his prick forcing the accumulated juices from her pussy to trickle down the crack of her ass, the slippery effluvium smeared by the repeated slaps pmg of his heavy nuts. Ted shifted into the short rows just as Dorothy's cunt exploded in an orgasm that sent convulsive tremors throughout her body, and she cried out with the incredible pleasure of the deep jabs that massaged her clitoris and hammered at her spasming womb. Unknowingly and wildly, she clawed at his arched back as his prick leapt inside her grinding cunt, its spurting come bathing the dancing nerve-endings in the deepest recesses of that undulating corridor. Her own juices seemed to gush from some pulsating spring, forcing their way past his hilted prick to spill out over his halls where they rolled and shuddered in the crack of her wildly thrashing ass. Dorothy felt the cock suck its way out of her pussy, and she groaned her welcome to the soft lips that claimed the gurgling crevice. Her hands sought Linda's head, pushing the girl's mouth more firmly against her cunt. A hot tongue slithered up into the cream-filled slit and Dorothy sighed at the suction that began drawing Ted's semen out of her belly. Opening her eyes, she saw her stepson fit his slippery cock between Linda's thighs. The girl's reactive tremor told her that Ted was forcing the still-hard shaft back into the newly opened channel of her pussy, its lips and walls still wet with his initial assault. As the prick began stroking, Ted's rhythmic hunches pushed Linda's face against Dorothy's sopping crotch, and the girl's tongue bored deeper into the sensitive crack of pliant flesh. She swallowed repeatedly as the mixture of semen and vaginal juice filled her mouth, her eager gulps interspersed with grunts of pleasure as her brother's cock drove in and out of her spasming pussy. Their orgasms were noisy, and the bed shook with the prolonged writhings of the three naked bodies as the waves of ecstasy peaked and subsided, leaving them drained, but still hungry for a blending of their passion-swollen organs. It was daylight before sleep replaced desire. Chapter 10 "I won't do it!" Ralph Porter exclaimed angrily, springing to his feet and pacing back and forth before the desk where Ted sat, watching his reaction with an amused smile. From their chairs, Joyce, Susan and Clyde maintained a waiting silence as Ralph placed his palms on the desk and glared at his nephew with hate- filled eyes. "You've turned us into animals!" he grated. "Now, you expect me to stand by and watch you rape my youngest daughter! By God, I won't do it!" Ted leaned forward without losing his faint smile. "Sit down, Uncle Ralph," he said quietly. "Before you blow the whole deal, there's something I think you should know." He opened a drawer of the desk and extracted a folded paper, tapping it on the desk top as he continued. Ralph straightened and stepped backward to slump heavily into a chair beside his wife. His eyes were still angry, but he listened as the youth explained. "You have a pretty good idea of what this farm is worth," Ted said, his gaze moving from face to face. "You also know how much you'll have if you call it quits and go home." He shook his head. "None of you wants to give all this up. Hell! You've got anything you want." "Everything but dignity!" Ralph grated, avoiding Ted's eyes. "OK," the youth retorted. So you're still on that old- fashioned morality kick. Is it worth a third-interest in this estate?" Ralph's head snapped up and his mouth opened, his lips working for a moment before the words tumbled out. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I've been doing a little more than screwing Joyce and Susan," Ted grinned. "I had the attorney draw up this paper for me. It divides the entire estate into three equal shares. Dorothy gets a share, all of you get a share, and Linda and I get one. "My God!" Joyce exclaimed, reaching over to clutch Ralph's arm in her excitement. "Do you realize how much money that is?" Ralph's face was flushed as he demanded, "What do we have to do for all this?" "Just stop making waves, Uncle Ralph," Ted replied. "I'll be leaving for college in a couple of months, and I want to have fun between now and then. His eyes flashed back and forth between Joyce and Susan, lingering on their prominent breasts and full lips. "I plan on studying like hell, so I won't have time for balling for the next few years. But, I have the time now. Ralph's shoulders slumped in resignation. "In other words," he said slowly, "you plan to tear up that paper if I don't let you rape Beth." "I don't want permission," Ted answered in a soft voice. "I want cooperation from all of you." "Agree, Ralph," Joyce urged. "Beth's not a child anymore!" "I'd love to see her take it!" exclaimed Susan. Clyde shifted his legs, exposing a huge bulge at his crotch. "I'd love to give it to her!" he murmured, closing his fingers about the swelling. "Jesus!" Susan turned an accusing face at her Father. "I've seen you watching Beth and me," she announced dramatically. "I'll bet you'd do it to either one of us if you had the chance." Ralph opened his mouth to deny the accusation, then closed it without speaking. He turned to Ted. "All right," he sighed. "I don't see how we can get any worse. We'll do whatever you say, Ted." "Good," the boy answered, his smile broadening. "Now, listen closely." Fifteen minutes later, Ted and Clyde were busy in the latter's bedroom, shoving the furniture back against the walls, then dragging the mattresses from the bed and placing them on the floor. From another bedroom, they carried a second set of mattresses, fitting them alongside the others to shape a makeshift bed that covered almost the entire floor. "Christ!" Clyde hissed surveying the result of their labor. "Just thinking about all of us on there is enough to make me cone!" "Save it, old buddy," Ted laughed. "We've got five horny females and there are just three of us." "Yeah," Clyde grinned, jabbing a finger at Ted's crotch. "But I'll bet you end up sticking that damned pole in every one of them." "You'll get your share of pussy," Ted assured his cousin. "Tonight we don't stop for anything." He stretched his arms above his head wish an exaggerated yawn, the motion tightening his slacks across the pronounced outline of his huge cock. Clyde's eyes flickered down at the lengthy bulge and his lashes lowered, a faint blush spreading over his handsome face. Ted saw the lad's glance and his own lips curled in a slight smile of understanding. Deliberately, he dropped his arms and framed his crotch with curled fingers, pushing the bulk of his prick and balls into greater prominence. "Don't be ashamed, Clyde," he said gently. "Just remember what I said about tonight. Anything goes." Clyde's tongue slid across his full lips, questioning and uncertain. "Jesus!" he whispered. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" Dorothy and Linda were instructed as to their roles, and both agreed with anticipatory smiles. Only Beth remained ignorant of Ted's plans until Joyce, leaning across the dinner table, read her lines with amazing sincerity. "Beth, darling," she said with an apologetic smile, "I know you don't approve of some of the things that have been going on. However, tonight is a very special night. We're all going to watch something I'm sure you'll enjoy. Beth's brows tilted questioningly. "Such as?" she asked. "It's something like what we did, Beth," Linda added from down the table. "Susan and Dorothy are going to put on a show for us." Beth's eyes lifted with interest, then narrowed in suspicion. "Will everyone be there?" "Of course, darling," Joyce assured her. "After all, we are just one big family." To Susan, Beth said, "Why didn't you tell me you were making it with her?" Susan tossed her head, giving her sister a little curl of her red lips. "Did you think you had a monopoly on that trick?" Wait till you see a couple of experts in action." Ralph cleared his throat and stared at his daughters in silence. Clyde stared boldly at Dorothy's full breasts as he commented, "I'll be glad to fill in for Susan in case she chickens out." Dorothy gave the boy a sultry smile. "See me after the show," she purred. "I might be interested." "You're all mad!" Beth exclaimed. "My God! Before we came here, we weren't allowed to watch some of the movies on television. Now, we're going to see the real things." "We have to adjust to reality," Ralph stated hollowly. "Perhaps we were much too strict." "Hooray for liberation!" Susan grinned. She stared pointedly at her Father. "Of course, we still have a long way to go." Ralph's face colored, but the others could read the desire that gleamed in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to Susan's outlined breasts and mumbled, "We'll get there." With Ted leading the way, they trooped up the stairs to the mattress-lined room and Beth paused at the door to give her cousin a suspicious glare. "I suppose you expect us to take all our clothes off when we get inside," she grated. "Would you like to be the only one still dressed?" Ted demanded. His eyes wandered down over the thrusting tits and narrow waist. "Frankly, I'm curious as to how you look without those clothes." Her eyes blazed with anger. "Just don't get any ideas about what you see! I know what's been going on with Mother and Susan. But doesn't mean you can do that to me." From inside the room, Joyce called, "Come on, darling! We're holding up the show!" Beth's face registered astonishment and excitement as she turned to survey the others, her gaze hitting from body to body in quick appraisal. Helplessly, she found her stare lingering on the semi-erect organs of her Father and brother, and discovered that both of them were watching her with curious smiles. Stepping past her, Ted began undressing, tossing his clothes onto the others and giving Beth a quick grin when he slid his trousers down to reveal the enormous prick that dangled from the base of his well-muscled belly. Deliberately, he cupped the heavy balls and lifted his cock in a mocking salute. "Like your Mother said," he drawled softly, "you're holding up the show. Now, he a good girl and get out of those fucking clothes. Let's see if you're really a blonde." Startled and angry, Beth whirled toward the door, finding it blocked by the naked form of her brother, his prick already erect and pointing its slitted head at her in obvious lust. "Clyde Porter!" she gasped, unable to tear her eyes from his distended cock. "You let me out of here!" He wagged his head, answering her stare by watching the quick rise and fall of her outlined tits. "Better do as the man says, Sis," he advised. Beth turned to her Mother, anger giving way to fear in her changing features. "I didn't agree to all this!" she protested. "You didn't tell me that we'd all be naked." Joyce took a single step toward the girl, her nipples taut and quivering and her blonde bush damp with excitement. "Why don't you take your clothes off, darling? There's nothing to be ashamed off." Beth's face tightened, eyes seeking her Father and falling to examine the sizable organ thrusting outward from his crotch. In spite of her apprehension, she felt a surge of desire at the sight of his cock, an emotion she forced aside with determination. "Daddy!" she pleaded. "Tell them to let me go." Ralph Porter's prick stiffened as he watched his daughter's reactions, and he tried to make his smile reassuring. "Just try to cooperate, Beth," he said gently. "It will be better for all of us." "Damn!" was the girl's angry retort. "I'll undress. But nobody is going to touch me! I think you're all just awful!" She was very conscious of her Father's hot stare as she began unfastening her blouse, baring the strutted nipples of her nubile breasts and feeling them tingle as she dropped the blouse onto the pile of discarded clothing. She saw Clyde's prick jerk upwards against his flat belly, a glob of translucent liquid oozing from its tiny eye, and she forced her eyes away as a burst of heat invaded her own moist vagina, sending shudders down into her taut thighs. Wiggling her slender hips, she slid her skirt downward, ignoring her brother's soft whistle of appreciation at the sight of her lightly furred cunt. Completely naked, she turned to find Ted watching her with an amused grin. "Satisfied," she demanded archly. "Now we're all animals!" Her cousin's eyes mocked her as he ran his gaze up and down her body, lingering on the pouting lips of her prominent pussy. His cock, thick, even in its flaccidity, stirred with interest. "I can understand why Linda enjoys licking that slit," he murmured softly. "But, it does have other uses." Before Beth could answer, Joyce's exclamation drew their attention to the two naked females at the far end of the makeshift bed. Dorothy and Susan, oblivious to the staring eyes, were already locked in a frenzied embrace, each one with their faces buried between the other's flexing thighs. The sounds of their avid feasting drew a gasp of excitement from both Linda and Joyce, and Beth discovered a gathering wetness in her cunt as she watched her sister's head roll expertly, grinding her open mouth against the redhead's juicy snatch. Dorothy's method was more direct. Only her jaw moved, sucking fiercely on Susan's cunt as her tongue swirled inside the labial lips. Beth's attention was riveted to the two writhing figures, her own mouth twisting with desire for that voluptuous creature whose pussy was responding to Susan's suction with noisy gurgling. She hardly felt the hands on her wrists until they began tugging her downward toward the soft mattresses. Surprised, but not yet afraid, she jerked her head from side to side, seeing Linda and Joyce, their faces glowing with anticipation, naked bodies undulating as they strained with effort. "What are you doing?" Beth demanded, resisting their pull and tugging them forward. Fingers encircled her ankles as Clyde and Ralph, kneeling on either side, held her feet in place while Joyce and Linda toppled her backward. Before she could voice another protest, Beth was on her back, and her legs were being pulled far apart by her Father and her brother. She felt the cool air invade her cunt as its lips opened. Helpless, for she had already tried to tug her arms and legs from the clutching fingers, she stared up at Ted as the boy moved forward to stand between her widespread legs. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream at sight of the enormous prick that reared in throbbing erection from his hairy crotch. "No!" she grated, her hips writhing wildly at the thought of having that huge cock bore up into her belly. Her eyes flickered from Ralph's face to that of her brother, searching for assurance and finding only lust in their staring eyes. "Oh, yes!" her cousin corrected with a savage grin. "You're gonna be fucked! Not only that, baby. You're gonna he gang banged!" Beth's face contorted and she strained against the clutching fingers on her wrists and ankles. Her pelvis leaped and twisted, the lips of her plump pussy quivering as she watched Ted drop to his knees and wrap his fist about the engorged shaft of his cock. If was impossible, she reminded her whirling brain. Her pussy would never admit such a formidable organ. She glanced at her Father's swollen prick and compared it with Ted's huge tool. "Let Daddy do it first!" she cried, surprising herself with the sudden plea. "Please! You'll split me wide open with that big thing!" Ralph Porter licked his lips with a quick flick of his red tongues his eyes staring at the dainty slit that winked hack at him from between her slender thighs. His prick lurched upward in a savage jerk, its strutted tip yielding a glob of slippery jizm that rolled sluggishly down the taut cord that marked the beginning of the swollen ventral ridge "How about it, Uncle Ralph?" Ted asked quickly. "Do you want to be the one to take her cherry?" "Christ!" Clyde murmured, holding Beth's ankle with one hand while the other fondled the curve of her slender calf. "I'd like to volunteer for that job!" "Go on, Ralph!" Joyce urged her husband. "You know you're going to do it anyway." Ralph swallowed convulsively. "Are you sure, Beth?" he whispered in a hoarse voice. "My God! I can't help wanting to!" The girl nodded her head fiercely, a trickle of saliva oozing from the corner of her parted lips. Her breasts, drawn into two firm hemispheres by her outstretched arms, quivered their dainty nipples in invitation. "I've always wondered how it would be to have you screw me," she panted. "They won't even have to hold me." Ted reached over to grip her ankle, shifting his body to one side and watching Ralph take his place between Beth's legs. "We'll hang on," he told the girl, "just in case." To Ralph, he said, "Let's get on with it, Uncle. Clyde follows you and I'll take greasy thirds." "Jesus!" Clyde hissed. "I'm about to come, just watching her work that thing!" "Save it!" Ted chuckled. "With five pussies just begging for it, it'd be a shame to waste it." Ralph leaned forward over Beth's nakedness, his prick jutting downward toward the narrow cleft of her cuntal mound. He was sobbing with anticipation as he shifted one hand to grip the engorged prong. He stared down into his daughter's wide eyes. "Forgive me, baby!" be groaned, guiding his cock down and forward until the rounded tip pressed itself into the furrow of her labial lips. "I can't help it!" Beth's lips worked for a moment before the words spilled out. Don't talk, Daddy!" she hissed. "Just fuck me! That's what they want to see! They want to see your cock in my pussy!" Ralph's ass cheeks tensed and his fingers moved the head of his prick in the moist crevice, sliding it up and down in the pliant crack and loosening it for his initial assault. The girl's eyes closed tightly, her lips drawing back in a grimace of anticipation as the cock massaged her sensitive labia, sending little thrills back into the virginal sheath that was already quivering with expectation. "UUNNHHH!" Her sharp cry escaped from behind clenched teeth as Ralph forced the knob of his prick into the spasming oval of tender tissue, stretching the pussy into a straining circle around the pulsating shaft of throbbing hardness that bored inward, expanding the delicate walls and massaging the nerve-lined passageway with its meaty bulk. The girl's body stiffened, her legs jerking against their restraint and her ass twisting in an effort to evade the deeper invasion of her protesting cunt. Ralph's prick was already beyond the point where she had welcomed the tingling caress of writhing tongues and exploring fingers. It was breaking new ground, forcing its rounded tip into her yielding depths with quivering urgency. "Does it hurt, baby?" Ralph panted, still easing the cock into her grinding pussy with a slow lowering of his arched hips. Beth tried to answer, her mouth working soundlessly as the pressure in her belly became almost intolerable. Then, as her Father fed another inch of prick into the torrid sheath, she gave another cry of anguished pleading. "UUNNNGGGHHH!" "She's just putting on a big act!" Joyce exclaimed. "She can take it, Ralph!" Ted leaned over Ralph's rearing ass, placing his big hand on the rounded cheeks and shifting his full weight onto the unsuspecting buttocks. Before the man could brace himself, his hips were forced downward, driving the full length of his cock into the helpless cunt. "GODDAMN!" Ralph cried, his balls jamming against Beth's winking anus as his prick buried its engorged bulk in her pussy, jerking and throbbing in its reaction to the sudden engulfment. "UNNGGHHH!" Beth yelped again, her ass bucking in a desperate bid for freedom. "TAKE IT OUT!" Ralph's hips jerked upward, dragging his cock back through her convulsing grip and tugging the membranous lips outward with the retreating pressure. Both Father and daughter gasped at the friction of their flesh, and Ralph's ass shivered as he felt his cockhead gripped by Beth's flexing labia. Again, Ted's palm forced Ralph's hips downward, and the cock slid back into the slippery nest with greater ease, bringing only a muted whimper from the wriggling girl as the prick filled her pussy and nudged the convulsing mouth of her previously untouched womb. Ralph needed no further urging. With little grunts of lust, he began driving the tool in and out, gathering speed with each stroke and pressing his scrotal sac firmly against his daughter's asshole as his cock hilted its length in her torrid cult. Beth's ass lifted and twisted, working her pussy around the sliding hardness to increase the delicious friction of her aroused vagina. Her tongue protruded from between her bared teeth, curling upward and flicking with each thrust of his plunging cock. "Oh, God, Daddy!" she gurgled, pushing her cunt up to insure the maximum depth of each delicious thrust. "It's good!" Ralph's answer was to cover her patted lips with his open mouth, driving his tongue against hers in a savage kiss that made their connected loins work more vigorously. His chest mashed her resilient tits, rubbing the engorged nipples as he hunched his prick in and out with gathering speed. "Damn!" Clyde observed, using one hand to caress his own distended tool. "I believe he's struck oil! Look at the cream on that fuckpole!" Ted grinned in agreement as he watched the prick's rhythmic slide. It was true, he mused. Beth's pussy had responded to the defloration with an overflow of slippery juices that coated her Father's prong and seeped out to puddle in the crack of her writhing ass. The blonde hairs about her gurgling snatch were drenched with the thick cream, and each stroke of the cock was an audible sound of slurping flesh. Clyde's fingers curled about his cock, beginning a steady stroking that matched the rhythmical hammering of his Father's hips. He saw Ted's amused glance at his avid masturbation and his own lips curled in a savage smile of mounting pleasure. His own cock throbbing, Ted commented, "Why don't you let Aunt Joyce suck it for you?" Without waiting to be asked, Joyce inched her way toward the inviting sight, still holding Beth's wrist as she moistened her lips in eagerness, staring hungrily at her son's towering erection. "Lick it for me, Mom!" the boy murmured, pulling the loose skin back from the purple knob and shoving his hips forward to aim the prick at his Mother's wet lips. "Christ! I love to feel a hot tongue on it!" As Joyce extended her tongue to caress the swollen glans, Ralph gave a grunt of ecstasy and buried his cock in Beth's pussy, holding it there as her pelvic contortions milked the semen from his bloated balls. Beth whimpered with pleasure as the hot sperm splashed deep inside her vagina, and her ass twisted and hunched in an effort to reach a climax of her own before the last spurt of come showered her spasming cervix. Dorothy and Susan, their faces flushed from their prolonged session of oral play, joined the six figures just as Ralph, gasping for breath, hauled his dripping prick from Beth's overflowing cunt. Dorothy slipped an arm about Linda's waist and claimed her lips in a tongue-driving kiss, while Susan, her eyes widening as she watched her Mother's lapping caress of Clyde cock, pressed her moist crotch against Joyce's hip in grinding friction. "You can turn Beth loose," Ted suggested. "Aunt Joyce, why don't you and Susan imitate Dorothy and Linda? Clyde is gonna be using that prick for the next few minutes." The four naked females tumbled aside, bodies shifting as their lips and tongues began an avid exploration of their new partners. Beth, her eyes glazed with desire, held up both arms to welcome her brother, pulling him down onto her heaving tits and hunching her pussy up to receive the stiff cock that slid easily into her hungry vagina, its passage lubricated by the slippery come left there by their horny Father. Her legs free, Beth raised them to scissor Clyde's waist as he began fucking her, his prick driving deeper than Ralph's had managed, and making the girl grunt with each powerful thrust. Ted moved around to the two blonde heads and dropped to his knees, waiting until Clyde released his sister's mouth and raised his face to stare excitedly at his cousin's huge prick arching forward over Beth's head as Ted eased his hips forward. Sliding his knees apart, Ted lowered his crotch until his balls were within reach of the girl's flashing tongue, and he gasped with delight as she caressed their hairy globes with a wet lapping. Clyde's ass rose and fell between Beth's thighs, his cock ramming deep into the mushy depths and throbbing as the pussy flexed its torrid walls about the driving prong. Inches from his face, he watched his sister's tongue toy and tease the huge scrotal sac, and his eyes almost crossed as he tried to focus his gaze on the plum-like knob that reached out over her face. Ted's suggestive whisper was like a voice inside his whirling brain. "Don't be bashful, Clyde! Like I told you, anything goes!" Ecstasy thundered through his stroking prick and rolled in his swaying balls, and Clyde surrendered to the hunger that filled his body until he could no longer resist. "I'll be damned!" was Ralph's only reaction as he watched his son slip his wet lips about the swollen head of Ted's cock. The brief contact was all Clyde required to trigger his come. His ass hammered wildly, stirring his cock inside the girl's convulsing snatch, and his sperm bolted in savage spurts into the gulping mouth of his sister's womb. Beth, lost in the ecstasy of yet another dazzling climax, worked her hips to milk the hot sperm from that jerking prod, rubbing the walls of her exploding cunt around its delightful invader. So lost in her personal pleasure was the girl that she failed to see her brother's tongue give a lusty lick at Ted's prick as it was tugged from his noisily sucking lips. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted, doll-like, and placed on her knees astride a pair of male hips, her cunt, its entrance juicy from the two loads of sperm, poised over a cock much larger than its predecessors. Still only half-conscious of exactly what was being done to her, Beth felt two hands on her narrow waist, forcing her down until the head of the enormous prick pressed hotly against her dripping snatch. Her hands went out to balance herself, clutching the powerful chest muscles of her grinning cousin as his prick slid lip into her pussy, filling it beyond her expectations and massaging new nerves in the tender channel, its walls made more sensitive by the two previous fucks. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" she whimpered. It was not a protest, for every nerve in her pussy was tingling with ecstasy as the cock inched deeper into her belly. "I don't give a damn if you split me open with that dick! I want it all!" "Don't worry, Cousin," Ted murmured. "You'll get it all!" Beth Porter's body arched forward, her breasts dipping strutted nipples into the open mouth of the youth whose huge prick was sliding deeper and deeper into her eager snatch. She gasped as his lips and teeth nibbled at the succulent spears and his tongue worked back and forth across the sensitive tips, releasing each one as its quivering mate took its place. The cock filled her pussy so completely that the accumulated semen was forced out around its thick root, forming a slippery sheath of white cream that gurgled noisily when Beth managed to screw her cunt to the base of that enormous pole, marking her conquest with a grunt of satisfaction. Only an hour ago, she had sworn that Ted Morgan would never touch her with that fantastic cock which had so bedazzled her Mother and sister. Now, with its hot hardness stretching her vagina and slamming almost painfully against her spasming womb mouth, Beth welcomed the probing spear with cries of ecstasy, her ass twisting to grind her expanded labia about its cream-smeared base. "Ride it, baby!" Ted groaned, pushing his hips upward to encourage the pelvic gyrations of the excited girl. Her lips had deserted his as she began hunching her pussy up and down on the stiff column. She was no longer interested in the feel of his tongue on her tits or darting about in her mouth. It was that cock she wanted, deep and hard, until it showered her churning depths with its delicious come. "Christ!" came Clyde's admiring observation. "Look at my little sister go!" Recovered from his own enjoyable pounding of the girl's receptive cunt, he knelt behind her, watching the rise and fall of Beth's delightfully curved bottom, his stare drinking in the erotic sight of her froth-rimmed pussy sliding up and down Ted's rearing prick Lips pulled back in a snarl of ecstasy, Beth added a savage twist to her bouncing hips as another orgasm spiraled through her spasming cunt. Fresh juices spilled from deep inside her belly, laving the cock that jolted her womb with its upward thrusts and adding to the circle of wetness about its hairy base. "My God!" she gasped, unable to slow her fierce hunching. I'm gonna come myself to death!" She grunted when Ted's strong arms slowed her movements, his body twisting to turn them over on the yielding mattresses. She quickly adjusted her legs, clamping them about his lithe waist as he settled his hips between her sweat-streaked thighs, his prick stirring the clenching channel of her pussy. Ted's chest massaged her tingling breasts and his hard belly slapped savagely against hers in a rhythm with which she was rapidly becoming familiar. His cock, seeming to grow larger with each thrust, speared her cunt with delicious force, stretching the vaginal walls and frictioning her pulsing labia until she felt still another violent climax shuddering inside her heaving belly. Recognizing the sudden increase in her pelvic action and the powerful clamping of the cunt muscles about his prong, Ted drove his tool in and out more rapidly, shortening the strokes and pounding her womb with the plunging head of his massive cock. His timing was perfect. The first hot spurt of his thick semen was swallowed by the orgasmic convulsion of her exploding cunt. As though Beth's panted cries of pleasure were some awaited signal, the other two males launched their naked bodies at the red-haired Dorothy. Clyde Porter jammed his distended prick between the woman's parted thighs and bent forward over her flawless back as he felt the throbbing organ ease into her mushy cuntal passage, sliding up into the undulating grip until his balls were jammed tightly against her clitoris and his belly was pressed against the sweet curve of her beautiful ass cheeks. He licked her bare shoulder, tasting the slight salty tang and thrusting his cock deeper into her flexing cunt. His arms went around her and his fingers clutched the two firm melons of her glorious tits, pinching the swollen nipples until her pussy squeezed his shaft in unspoken protest. Even as his son began dog-fucking the gorgeous redhead, Ralph Porter dropped to his knees before the crouching beauty, his meaty prick aimed at those full red lips he had enjoyed before. His hands grabbed the flaming hair for leverage, pulling the wet mouth over his cock like a hot glove, and he grunted with excitement and joy as the mouth claimed him, lips nibbling their way down the shaft until they circled the thick base of his prick. Joyce took one look at the trio and quickly straddled Dorothy's bobbing head, insinuating her lush lips between her son's face and her husband's panting lips. Without waiting for his reaction, she cupped Ralph's head and thrust her bushy cunt forward against his open mouth, squealing with pleasure as his tongue slithered up into her pulsating cunt. Then, as Clyde's tongue began licking eagerly about the delicate circle of her anus, she squealed again. Ted Morgan, his cock still hard, dragged that lengthy member from Beth's dripping snatch, working his way upward over her writhing nakedness and letting the wet knob of his prick caress her quivering skin. A faint trail of semen marked the passage of his tool, upward over her belly and between her small tits until he was crouched above her flushed face. Slowly, supporting his weight on outstretched arms so he could observe his own actions, he lowered his hips until the head of his prick touched the girl's parted pussy lips. For an instant, her lips clamped together in automatic rejection. Then, surrendering to a desire stronger than any aversion, her tongue reached out to caress the hovering cock, tasting and exploring until the glans pressed it back into her mouth, following with slow deliberation and stretching her lips into a taut circle about the huge knob. Her whole body jerked with the swift tremor of acceptance and she began sucking, hungrily and deeply. Ted Morgan, his hips moving to slide his prick in and out of Beth's greedy mouth, savored the thrill of the girl's swirling tongue and laving saliva, and he grinned happily when Linda's brown pubic triangle was thrust invitingly in front of his face. Behind him, he heard Susan Porter's soft gurgle of desire as she plunged her open mouth between Beth's thighs to claim the overflowing cunt. He heard it but his vision was blocked by the brown curls and pink lips of his sister's delicate pussy. Eagerly, he slid his tongue into the slippery hole and pressed his mouth about the pliant labia, filling his mouth with the tart juices. His cock, throbbing and stiff, probed deeper into Beth's gulping throat, forcing the stilling girl to swallow repeatedly, the hot muscles tightening delightfully about the head of his engorged pole. The atmosphere of the room was heavy with the scent of their mingled juices, and for several minutes, the only sounds were those of slurping mouth, pounding flesh and soft whimpers of delight. Orgasms were enjoyed in relative silence as the unvoiced cries were blocked by a probing prick or a grinding cunt. Ted pulled his own cock from Beth's greedy mouth before she could draw the threatening load of sperm from its saliva-slickened length. Ignoring Linda's whimpered protest, he gave her delicious cunt one final swipe of his flattened tongue, then rolled aside just in time to see Ralph's buttocks flex and quiver as he spilled his semen into Dorothy's wildly gulping throat. The woman's pleasure was doubled when Clyde, crying out with each powerful explosive contraction, shot his own hot come into her climaxing cunt. Joyce, still reaching for her own climax, held her husband's face jammed against her writhing crotch, working her hips to accentuate the thrust and twist of his tongue in her quivering cunt. She hardly realized that Clyde had stopped teasing her anal cleft with his wet lapping, and she made no effort to avoid Ted's huge puck when he stepped across Dorothy's body and pressed the head of his cock against Joyce's saliva-drenched asshole. She groaned as the knob snapped through her sphincter, but the groan became a whimper of ecstasy as the hardness slid up into her undulating colon to begin a rhythmic massage of that delicate corridor, increasing the depth of its penetration with each slippery plunge. Her fingers gripped Ralph's head, pushing his mouth deeper into her dripping labia, and she found herself noting the soft bounce of Ted's balls against her husband's busy chin. It was Ted's initial pressure that tumbled the trio sideways, but only lust could prevent the loss of contact during the brief descent. Tongue still fluttering in pulsating cunt, and cock throbbingly hilted in hotly flexing ass, they lay with bodies moving more freely on the resilient mattresses. Fucking the whimpering Joyce with satisfying thrusts, Ted employed his hands on her big tits, squeezing and twisting the swollen nipples as his cock rode in and out of her tight asshole, lingering just inside the strained circle to enjoy the powerful clutch of her spasming sphincter muscles. Then, with his cockhead buried deeply inside her convulsing sheath, the lad hesitated again, grinding his hairy scrotum against his uncle's bobbing chin, half-hoping that Ralph would add a wet tongue to that perverted contact. He had intended a maximum release of inhibitions for that evening, and he had not been disappointed. The nubile Beth had proven every bit as responsive as her older sister, and Clyde had provided a surprise that was not completely unwelcome. Without words, he forced Joyce over onto her belly, pushing Ralph out of the way and pulling the woman's lush hips upward before resuming his delightful hunching. He watched Ralph draw the back of one hand across his cream-smeared mouth, his eyes drinking in the sight of the big cock that stroked in and out of his wife's anus with audible sounds of wet suction. His lips curved in a lewd grin of appreciation and his fingers began a bold caress of his own semi-erect organ. Ted answered the grin with a soft chuckle that become louder when he noted Susan's approach. The girl crawled toward her Father on hands and knees, breasts swaying provocatively and cutely curved bottom wriggling as she neared the object of her sudden interest. Ralph looked down in surprise at his daughter's head, his fist stripping the loose skin back from the purple knob of his swelling prick. A glob of jizm emerged from the tiny slit of the glans, and Ralph gasped with the sensation of the girl's wet tongue sliding across the curved head to claim the salty juice. "Yeah!" he groaned, fingers moving to slide the engorged tip hack and forth against the warm softness of Susan's lips.. He saw her mouth open, shaping itself in sensual hunger. "YEAH!" The lips claimed him and her tongue began a worshipful dance around the meaty knob. Saliva bathed the sensitive flesh and he felt the swift tightening of his nuts as Susan began nursing his prick, her head bobbing with gathering speed and distance. Ted slowed his assault on Joyce's wiggling rump, ignoring her protesting grunt and flexing anal muscles. His head turned to see Clyde laboring between Linda's flailing thighs, his cock flashing in and out of the girl's slit with a steady and unimaginative rhythm. Just beyond the pair, Beth had positioned her nubile body between Dorothy's voluptuous legs, sucking noisily on the semen- filled cunt that pressed eagerly against her hungry mouth. His barked command froze all of them in position, hips and heads stilled, but maintaining their erotic contact with the willing targets. Soft whimpers of desire filled the momentary silence. Swiftly, graphically, he explained his wishes, his eyes challenging them as he spoke, reminding them of his power by continuing to slide his cock in and out of Joyce's tail during the brief speech. "Any objections?" Again, his expression dared them, and his lips mocked them as seven heads wagged a denial, Ralph almost gasping when Susan's mouth moved from side to side on his strutted prick. His gasp became audible when the wet lips slipped off him with a final nourish of the girl's tongue. Joyce cursed when Ted's huge cock tugged itself free from her juicy anus, and the curse became a grunt of pleasure when he reinserted the throbbing column in her dripping cunt, driving the fall nine inches up inside her undulating sheath of slippery heat. His balls jammed against her swollen clitoris, massaging that delicate shaft with their slight rolling motion. Inside, the cock filled and stretched her vagina into a pulsating bundle of exploding tissue. "Don't stop!" she gurgled, her ass rearing and bucking against his muscled belly. "I'm gonna come!" Ted did not stroke the climaxing pussy. Instead he jammed his hips harder against her gyrating ass and wrapped his powerful arms about the woman's arched waist, twisting his pelvis to stir his rod in the steaming cauldron of her clenching pussy. "That's number one," Ted said with a soft chuckle when Joyce's body sagged beneath him. Slipping his glistening prod from her still convulsing grip, he lowered himself onto the naked body of Susan, fitting his prick into her hot slit with one deft motion and driving it in until he felt the palpitating resistance of her womb against his probing cockhead. The girl had crawled over to lie waiting, eyes wide in anticipation. Now, shining with excitement, her eyes widened even more as the prick filled her belly with its heat and hardness. Her legs scissored around Ted's waist and her ass began a savage circling beneath him, grinding the walls of her cunt around the huge shaft. Her breasts, stiff-nippled and firm, yielded to the weight and touch of his chest. Again, grinning down into Susan's contorted face, the youth did not begin the familiar pumping she expected. Instead, he ground his pubic arch against hers, and was rewarded with a husky cry as her pussy convulsed in a nerve-shattering climax that drenched his cock with her hot juices. "Number two," Ted drawled, drawing the pole from its torrid nest and shifting his body over and onto Beth's waiting nakedness. Deliberately, he pulled the girl's slender legs up on either side and spread them divide, parting the reddened lips of her cunt before easing the head of his cock between them. Slowly, watching the lust build and explode in her staring eyes, he fell his prick into the clenching channel, feeling it begin that familiar undulation as his balls spread gently against her winking anus. He held it hilted as Beth panted and came. Linda was number four, her slender hips grinding wildly when Ted's thick cock invaded her hungry snatch and ground its way to the spasming mouth of her womb. Ralph and Clyde, their pricks jerking with excitement, knelt only inches away, staring at the row of inviting cunts and heaving tits. Both of them grunted with envy as they watched Linda's ass work its way through a frantic orgasm that spilled wetly around the juncture of their mated flesh. Dorothy received her stepson with a soft whimper of welcome, embracing him with arms about his broad shoulders and lush thighs cradling his narrow hips. Her lips parted for his descending mouth and her tongue swirled happily about his. His prick, throbbing more powerfully slipped into the slickened folds of her pussy and spread the vaginal walls into a caressing grip. His own pleasure too intense for further control, Ted drove his cock into the redhead's cunt until she whimpered with the intense pleasure of complete filling. Then, surrendering to the demand of his own tightening balls, he fucked her with a savage hunching that slammed her writhing ass down against the mattresses with each powerful thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest, smearing the points of her big tits and puddling on the soft belly that heaved and wriggled to his pounding assault. Dorothy tried to halt the explosive tremors of her climax, but Ted's continued massaging of her tender vagina and sensitive labia was more than she could resist. Her ass twisted and lifted, screwing her gurgling cunt around that delightful fuckpole. She expected him to stop, just as he had with the others, and her arms and legs tightened to hold him, hips working faster to extract the utmost pleasure from her gut wrenching orgasm. With her lips plastered wetly against his ear, she pleaded with him to continue. Raising his head, but keeping his hips placed exactly between her quivering thighs, Ted eased his hands beneath her head and laced the red hair through his strong fingers. His ass cheeks flexed with the rhythm of his fierce strokes, each thrust jolting her womb and sending shivers of ecstasy through her writhing body. His fingers gripped, holding her face in position as his eyes swept over her glazed expression, ending on her parted lips, wet, red and full, slightly tightened against white teeth. The tip of a dancing tongue flickered between the white rows. "Like it, bitch?" he panted. His ass rose and fell more rapidly, his prick spearing her juicy cunt and his nut sac rapping wetly against her wriggling anal cleft. "Yes!" she whimpered, anus shifting and fingers clawing at his arched back. "Oh, dear God! Yes! Don't ever stop!" His prick seemed to drive deeper, as though seeking to force its swollen tip inside her cervix, and she pushed her hips higher in eagerness. The fingers in her hair brought a pain that became pleasure as another come began building in her steaming cunt. "Beg for it!" he hissed, hearing the squish and gurgle as his cock pistoned through her fluttering labia. "Beg for more of my dick!" Beyond reason, Dorothy pleaded, gasping the words between sharp cries of ecstasy, using every obscenity she could dredge from her whirling brain. Her legs climbed higher on his arched hack, scissoring and urging. Her hips twisted and pumped, milking the plunging cock and caressing it with juicy fingers of tingling cunt-flesh. There was no longer any control in his womb-spearing jabs. Ted Morgan was racing toward his own satisfaction, preparing to spill his roiling sperm into that sucking, chewing nether-mouth that sent the pre-orgasmic shudders of ecstasy back into his loaded balls. He was happy that he had decided to share his legacy with the others, but happier that he had first stripped them of their inhibitions. There was nothing they would not do for him, and little that he had not already planned for the nights ahead. He settled himself for the short rows, fucking Dorothy with deep jabs that brought an answering grunt. Then, as his prick forced its throbbing head into the slavering mouth of her convulsing womb, he surrendered to the hot suction and milking muscles of her hungry cunt. "Fill me, baby!" came Dorothy's tortured whimper of lust. "Shoot that cream to me!" Ecstasy swirled in his balls, liquefied and thundered through the length of his hilted prick, spurting in thick globs into the mouth of her churning womb. His buttocks flexed with the repeated shudders of his come. "I'm next," he heard, but could not identify the voice. It did not matter. They were all waiting for his cock. The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----