Sick Fucking Family
(Mmm/Ff, inc, size, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

For once Melanie Jordan was glad to do the laundry. Her mom hadn't even needed to nag her. In fact, Melanie had actually volunteered. The reason? She was looking at a big part of it now, certain that the telltale evidence would've gotten her grounded forever if her mom had noticed.

"Mmmm, I sure made a mess out of these," Melanie chuckled, inspecting the stained crotch.

They were her panties, the pair she'd worn last night on her date. And what a date! That dude had been so hard up for her pussy that he'd fucked her without even taking off her clothes. He'd just pulled up her skirt, yanked her panties aside and crammed his big cock up her cunt. Then came a load of the hottest, biggest cum imaginable - she felt like she was drowning in it!

"What a date! One minute I was on my way to get some popcorn, and before I knew it... wow, I had a huge eleven-inch cock in my pussy!"

She'd been at the drive-in with her date, a wimp. He was more interested in watching the stupid movie than about getting into her pants. So, to relieve her frustration, Melanie had gone to get something to eat. That's when she'd run into her cousin Jack in the snack bar. She hadn't seen him since he'd joined the Navy.

She hadn't been able to resist flirting with such a good-looking guy, regardless of whether he was technically family. Of course, she didn't know Jack would turn out to be such a pistol. One thing rapidly led to another.

"Don't like small talk," he'd told her when the electricity between them abruptly sparked. "We both know what we want."

Melanie had hungrily agreed so Jack had just backed her up against a wall in a dark place. Next his strong hands were rearranging her clothes, skirt up and panties tugged aside. She unzipped his fly and guided his huge prick into the damp warmth of her welcoming pussy.

Then when it was over, Jack stuffed his dripping prick back in his pants, said something about looking her up in the next few days, and vanished into the night. Melanie hadn't minded his swift exit, it just made him seem mysterious. So, with a cuntful of the slipperiest cum ever, she'd gone back to her date and sat there for the rest of a double-feature while her panties soaked up all that leaking cream.

Later, at home, she'd stashed her clothes. The panties were the worst, but her skirt had also been stained by stray cum. Plus, her blouse had buttons missing from Jack pawing her tits while he'd been fucking her.

Now Melanie was covering up her traces by doing the laundry. The only problem was that her cum-drenched panties had her impossibly turned on all over again.

"Well, after all, I am alone down here," she sighed, looking around the basement which served as a laundry room. "Nothing to stop me from taking a pussy-break."

Melanie set the dirty clothes on top of the washing machine and slipped a hand inside her cut-off jeans. Her excited pussy spasmed to the touch, immediately moistening another pair of panties. Right away Melanie was rhythmically finger-fucking herself, on the verge of climaxing.

But before Melanie could enjoy her orgasm, she was suddenly thrown into a panic. Footsteps sounded on the stairway leading from the house into the basement and she bolted out of sight, moving so fast that she didn't manage to get her fingers out of her frustrated cunt until she was hiding in the darkness.

"Gary," she whispered, recognizing the intruder as her kid brother. "What's he doing down here?"

Melanie soon found out. After calling out to see if anyone was there and receiving no answer, Gary went immediately to the washing machine. He sifted through the pile of laundry then grinned when he removed a particular item.

"Yeah! Can't find a sweeter pair than these," he whispered, holding them to his face and sniffing. "They're still wet!"

"My God, he's got my panties from last night," Melanie choked under her ragged breath.

Then, stuffing the panties into his pocket, Gary turned and went back up the stairs. Melanie found herself overwhelmed with curiosity. What, she thought, did he plan to do with them?

The next thing she knew she was following him up the stairs. They were the only ones at home, their Dad was working and their mom was at the store. When Melanie discovered that her brother was now in his bedroom with the door closed, she decided to stick her nose into Gary's very private business. Melanie nudged the door silently ajar and peeked inside.

"Wow!" she gulped. "I don't believe it."

Her brother was on his bed. He was bare-assed now, lying there with his knees raised and his legs spread. Jutting from his crotch was as huge and hard a cock as Melanie had ever seen.

"Jeez," she panted to herself, "never knew my own brother was hung like this!"

But it wasn't just the size of Gary's prick that captivated Melanie. It was also what he was doing with it. He'd wrapped her soiled panties around his rigid hardon and was in the process of jacking off with them.

"Wonder if he's thinking about me while he's beating his meat," Melanie whispered. "Do I really turn him on that much?"

The answer was most definitely yes.

"Just wish I could get my stiff cock into more than just your panties, Sis," gusted Gary, having no idea that Melanie could actually hear him. "God, how I want to fuck your tight pussy, Sis. It'd be a dream come true."

Melanie couldn't help being enormously flattered. Even more, she couldn't avoid her instant arousal.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I wouldn't mind trying that beautiful cock on for size. Mmmm, and wouldn't that blow Gary's mind if I just went ahead and stepped out of his dream in the flesh?"

But, Melanie cautioned herself. There was no way they could fuck being in the same family - was there? "Jack's family, too," Melanie thought aloud, remembering the fuck with her own cousin she'd so enjoyed last night. "And if I went ahead and let him fuck me, what's to stop me from taking it a step further?"

The next thing she knew she was doing more than simply spying on her brother. The door creaked as she edged forward, thinking increasingly with her hot, throbbing cunt.

And then, all at once, she was standing there as big as life. At the same moment, her brother groaned and shot his wad into her panties. That's when he also saw her, turning beet-red and then pale as ash while his prick uncontrollably spurted a torrent of cum.

"S-sis!" he automatically blurted.

"So this is why my panties have been missing," Melanie answered, smirking broadly.

She went to the bed just as her brother's cock had slowed to a dribble and snatched the freshly soaked panties away from him. They were absolutely dripping, drenched with even more cum than they had been the night before.

"And my favorite pair, too. Hope they're not ruined," Melanie said. Then, after a steamy pause, she added, "Well, only one way to find out."

Melanie unzipped and squirmed out of her cutoff jeans, then wriggled out of the panties she already wore. Her brother's eyes bulged when he saw her naked from the waist down. His eyes practically stood out on stems when she began slipping into the other pair of panties - the ones Gary had just soaked with his cum.

"Ooooh, wet," Melanie giggled, tugging the sopping fabric up her hips so it clung to her crotch like a second skin. "But they still fit. Fit real good, in fact. Nice 'n' tight... Here, Gary, feel for yourself."

She went to the edge of the bed, reaching out for her brother's hand. His fingers trembled as she placed them between her thighs so he could touch her cunt through the panties that clung to her cunt so snugly they might as well not have been there.

"Mmmm, something tells me things're getting even wetter down there," Melanie then moaned, forcing her brother to feel her up for several seconds.

Next she took her brother's sticky fingers from her crotch and forced him to suck them. Down below, his cock was harder than ever, she noticed.

"Well, what do you think?" Melanie purred. "Can you taste my pussy juice?"

"Wh-what do you want?" Gary managed to stammer.

"That's entirely up to you, stud," Melanie answered. "All I want from you is whatever you want from me. It's yours for the taking, Gary. Your fantasy comes true if you've got the balls to live it out."

That said, Melanie joined her brother on the bed, straddling him so her cunt flexed just inches from his face through the nearly invisible panties. Pussy juice trickled down her inner thighs.

"If you thought your fingers tasted good, consider the source," she beckoned. "Bet you could suck these panties right off my sweet pussy."

Gary automatically licked his lips in the universal sign of hunger. Then his tongue remained out and pointed, cautiously closing the short distance between his mouth and his sister's inviting pussy.

"You're almost there," Melanie teased. "C'mon, Gary, go for it!"

Now her brother made contact and with it, he was cautious no longer. His eager tongue slurped Melanie's cunt through the panties, starting at her clit and traveling down the seam of her pussy gash until he reached her ass.

"All right," Melanie gasped. "More, more! Suck those panties off my pussy and I'll cum right in your mouth."

Starving now for his sister's delicious cunt, Gary went beyond Melanie's suggestion. Rather than using mere suction to separate her panties from her pussy, he seized their sodden crotch between his teeth and ripped them away.

"Mmmm, you've earned this, tiger," Melanie swooned.

She pulled the chewed panties the rest of the way down her legs with one hand while using the other to hold Gary's face directly between her open thighs. She jammed her bare pussy flesh with her brother's waiting mouth now. His long tongue snaked into her spasming cunt gash and began orally fucking her.

"Hope you're thirsty for something sweet and sticky," she sang out, then climaxed on the spot.

As Melanie came, her brother's tongue became a spoon, passing repeatedly between her oozing pussy and his mouth. He feasted on her orgasmic nectar and the longer he ate her, the wetter she got.

"Damn! You've got me so hot that it's like I'm pissing cum!"

Melanie scooted up and sat on Gary's face, angling his tongue straight up in her cunt. She trapped it there, swiveling her hips and corkscrewing it until she'd cum again hard.

"Ooooh, shit! Too much of a good thing," Melanie rasped, sliding her sloppy cunt off her brother's glistening face. "Gotta take a break!"

"Jeez, Sis, you aren't the only one with cum problems," panted Gary. "I gotta shoot my wad again so bad I can almost taste it!"

"Well, selfish me," Melanie replied. "Here I was so busy tripping on having you eat my pussy that I forgot all about you getting your rocks off too."

"Just a quick hand-job'd be enough to put me out my misery."

"Oh, sweetie," Melanie teased, "you must be kidding! Your big sister's about to make you forget all about hand-jobs." She turned around above Gary, kneeling astride his head to feed him some more pussy. Then, leaning forward, she got down to crotch level herself. She rubbed her face against Gary's cock and balls.

"Fantastic! Not many boys are hung like this. Yeah, this beautiful, big hardon deserves something extra-special."

Melanie had intended to give him a blowjob but now decided to go beyond simply sucking cock. Pulling up her t-shirt, she freed her braless tits for action. So they weren't the largest tits around, but they had enough size for what she had in mind.

Capturing his hardon at an upward angle between her squeezing tits, Melanie began tit-fucking Gary. And, as his cock head rhythmically emerged from her tit- rubbing vise, she licked and slurped at the bobbing tip of his prick meat.

"Oh, Sis... Sis... Sis." Gary groaned into the nest of Melanie's cunt. "This is like dying and going to heaven! Wish it could last forever but I'm too far gone to hold back. Gonna..."

Before he was able to announce the obvious, it was already happening. Gary Jordan was cumming in his sister's face and all over her tits. And, although he came quickly, his wish that it last forever came true in a sense for he certainly never forgot the way Melanie deep-throated his gushing prick and sucked his cum straight to her belly.

"God! Never had anything like this happen to me before," Gary gasped when it was over. "Never did nothin' with any girl before, to tell you the truth."

Bobbing up beside him with a sticky grin, Melanie gleefully whooped. "Then you're a virgin, right?"

"'Fraid so, Sis," mumbled Gary.

"Fabulous!" Melanie declared. "I'll tell you the truth, too. I've never taken a boy's cherry before. But I'm sure as hell ready for my first try if you're ready for yours."

"Gosh, Sis, you mean it?"

Melanie promptly fell back on the bed, digging her ass into the mattress and spreading her legs as wide as they'd stretch. Her pussy yawned, its inner pink depths dazzling.

"Yes, Gary, that's exactly what I mean!" she bubbled. "Fuck me!"

"B-but..."

"Yeah, I know. I'm your own sister," Melanie impatiently said. "But still there's only one thing that matters, stud. It's as simple as this - I want your big cock in my horny pussy just as soon as you can jam it in there!"

Gary was only human. No normal male could resist a command like Melanie's, even if she was his own sister. In her living centerfold pose, she seemed like she was all cunt and absolutely, totally, irresistibly fuckable!

"Well," Gary now sighed, "looks like I'm not gonna stay cherry much longer!"

"Thatta boy!" Melanie called up, spurring him on as he knelt before her and aimed his rigid cock at her pussy. "Put it in, stud! Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee!"

He took the plunge and his massive hardon surged to the hilt in her welcoming cunt. She wrapped her legs around him, rocking him in the cradle of her thighs to start the blessed friction between prick and pussy.

"Am I doing okay so far, Sis?" Gary anxiously asked.

"Tell you what. This guy fucked me just last night and I thought he was hung with the best cock I'd ever had in my cunt," Melanie answered. "But your cock feels even better!"

She interrupted herself with an orgasmic moan that made her naked body vibrate from head to toe. And she was the kind of girl who didn't want to stop cumming once she'd been fucked to a climax.

"More, stud, more!" Melanie now urged her brother. "Keep me cumming until you cum, too!"

"Yeah, Sis, I'd really like to!"

"Suck my titties while your big cock keeps working in my pussy," Melanie cried, pulling his face down to her heaving tits.

Gary might not have thought he knew what he was doing, but his mouth expertly did the job on her nipple. He bathed it with warm spit and then rubbed it with his rough tongue.

"Maybe you're cherry, but so far you're damned well perfect, too!" Melanie said happily. "I can feel what you're doing to my titties all the way down in my cunt! Now give me a number on the other nipple."

Gary's mouth promptly made the slurping switch.

"Use your teeth this time," Melanie suggested. "That's right. Bite me. Bit my tit!"

Gary was too inexperienced to question her judgment. So surrounding her rigid nipple, he sank his teeth into the spongy flesh.

"Harder!" Melanie squealed. "Mmmm, that's it. Hurts sooo gooooood. Makes me cum more than ever."

However, as high as Melanie was now orgasmically flying, her motto remained the same - more, always more! She grabbed one of her brother's arms at the wrist, guiding his fingers down to her squirming ass. Then she coaxed him to explore between her ass cheeks.

"Feel it, Gary?" Melanie asked. "Feel it down there, just waiting to be finger-fucked? Mmmmhmmmm, that's right, my ass. I love something up my ass at the same time I'm getting my pussy fucked by a big cock and having my titties sucked and bitten."

Gary didn't even think about it. He was a sexual robot by this point, responding unquestioningly to his sister's kinky commands. So into the puckered dent a notch away from her cock-filled pussy his finger probed.

"Ooooh, you do follow orders so damned right," Melanie howled. "Now, take it even deeper up my ass. Get it so deep that you can feel my hot shit!"

Gary added another finger and there was no way now that he could help but feel his cock fucking Melanie's pussy through the thin wall separating it from her ass. Then, as his sister had predicted, he became aware of the female fudge which now leaked from her bowels down to his knuckles.

"Can you dig it? I'm shitting along with cumming!" crowed Melanie. "Shitting and cumming... cumming and shitting... my finger-fucked ass and cock-fucked cunt getting off together! "

"Jeez, Sis," Gary asked, "are other girls like you?"

"What do you think?" Melanie saucily asked back.

"Something tells me," panted Gary, "that you're one of a kind, Sis."

"I try!" Melanie squealed. "God knows I try!"

"Wow, my first fuck, and I get the best piece of ass right off the bat," Gary sighed. "How could I get so lucky?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you made your own luck when you swiped my dirty panties. Any chick worth her cunt couldn't resist a guy who's hard up enough for her to get off on her panties."

"Really mean it, Sis?" Gary asked, almost in wonder.

"Absolutely," Melanie answered. Then, with playful suspicion, she added, "Say, I'm not giving you ideas, am I? You're not thinking about trying this with anybody else, are you?"

Gary clammed up and Melanie could only guess why. She might have quizzed him about it, but then she forgot about anything except the flexing cock in her pussy. She realized that her brother was about to shoot his wad, so she wrote off his abrupt silence, assuming that nature's call had driven all else from his mind.

"Come!" she urged now. "Flood me with your hot, thick cum!"

"Yeah!" Gary sighed with relief. "You got it, Sis! "

His hilted prick exploded at the depths of her cunt. With the arrival of his cum, Melanie climaxed harder than ever herself.

"Incredible!" she cried.

Reaching down, she jerked Gary's wrist, forcing his fingers to pump her ass at the same time his prick creamed in her cunt. And, with her other hand, she pushed his face back down on her tits to make him bite them once again.

"Ooooh," she groaned, "we're finishing at just the right time. Feels so good I don't think I could stand anymore."

"Same here," Gary groaned, his cock now slowing in Melanie's swamped pussy.

"You don't have to agree with everything I say," Melanie giggled. "Makes me wanna prove us both wrong. Tell you what, how 'bout a little frosting on the cake?"

Gary didn't know what to say as his sister promptly removed his dripping cock from her freshly fucked cunt and guided it toward her mouth. Then his silence gave way to a mounting series of pleasurable moans when Melanie sucked their combined fuck-juices from his lingering hardon.

"Damn if I'm not gonna cum all over again if you keep this up, Sis," he finally admitted.

Melanie doubled her suction. Before long, her brother's crotch bucked and his deep-throated cock erupted once more. Swallowing as fast as he spurted, Melanie reacted as if she owned an oral clit, cumming right along with him.

"You trying to kill me, Sis?" Gary joked when his balls had been sucked inside out.

"Die trying," Melanie teased back, feeling more fucked than she ever had before and already looking forward to her next fuck-session with her brother.

After all that sucking and fucking, Melanie anticipated that she'd focus on her hung brother's big cock spurting up her cunt and down her throat until the next time they got it on. However, something else wound up sticking out in her mind.

Melanie now recalled having said something to the effect that no normal female could pass on any guy who lusted after her enough to steal her panties. And remembered how Gary had sounded really surprised to hear this. Enough so that, at the time, Melanie had jokingly asked if she was giving him any ideas about trying it with somebody else. Next, just like that, he'd stopped talking.

"Maybe Gary hadn't been taking just my panties," she said aloud.

The thought of it immediately consumed her with curiosity. Melanie simply could not resist following up on it and there was no more logical place to begin than by following the sound of the vacuum cleaner right into the living room.

"Mom," she called, "could I ask you something for a sec?"

Glad to have an excuse to take a break from cleaning house, Britney Jordan shut off the vacuum and answered her daughter. "Sure, hon, what's on your mind?"

"Well, it's kinda personal, Mom," Melanie said. "Hope you've got enough time for some girl-to-girl talk."

They'd always had a good relationship, so Britney Jordan sympathetically assured her daughter that she was there to listen. So what was it, she asked, boyfriend trouble or something?

"Uh, not exactly, Mom," Melanie replied. "Actually, I meant something that's as personal for you as it is for me. Don't know just how I ought to say this, but... have you noticed any of your panties missing lately, Mom?"

Britney Jordan gave a long pause. "So that's what's been happening to them. Really, Melanie, if you'd just asked me in the first place I'd have been glad to buy you all the pairs you need, or even loan you whatever you liked of mine. You didn't need to sneak around over something like that."

"No, you don't understand. I'm not the one who's been stealing them," Melanie said, correcting her mother's mistaken impression. "See, why I ask is that some of my panties have been missing, too."

Britney Jordan's jaw dropped. "You're kidding! Who do you think?"

"There's only one way to find out," Melanie said. "Do you have any dirty panties, Mom?"

"Half a dozen pairs," Britney gulped. "I forgot to put them in the laundry basket when you did the wash yesterday."

"Perfect," declared Melanie. "We can bait the trap right away. What do you say, Mom?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't think I really want to know who's doing this. Losing a few panties is nothing compared to what might happen if we actually caught whoever it is. It's too dangerous."

"If you say so," Melanie sighed after a long pause. "If we don't do anything, maybe it'll just stop on its own."

"Let's hope so," Britney Jordan whispered, then abruptly turned the vacuum cleaner back on and returned to her housework with a faraway expression on her face.

Melanie shrugged and drifted away. Then she went to her room and got an armload of books as if she intended to return them to the library. On her way out of the house she waved goodbye but received no response from her glassy-eyed mother. Then, outside, she looked up the street and saw that her timing was perfect.

"Hey, Sis, where're you goin'?" her brother called as he rode up on his bike.

Obviously, thought Melanie with amusement, he wanted to fuck her again. The bulge at his crotch was positively adorable.

"Sorry, kiddo, not today. Mom's home and these books are overdue so I'll catch you later." Gary frowned with disappointment and wheeled his bike toward the garage, sure he'd struck out for the time being. His supposedly departing sister, however, was privately not so ready to write off his chances for a hot fuck.

When she'd originally asked about the panties, Melanie hadn't intended to set things up this way. However, once she'd seen her mother's reaction she'd automatically known what to do. It wasn't anything her mom had said so much as the look in her eyes when she'd heard about the panty-thief.

"She wants something to happen," Melanie said aloud, more sure than ever that she was right. "And if I'm right, today is it."

So it wasn't to the library that Melanie went, but around the other side of the house so she wouldn't be seen from the basement that served as the laundry room. After letting herself in through the door that opened onto the back yard, she quickly darted into the darkness beyond the washing machine and waited. It didn't take long.

"I must be crazy to do this," Britney Jordan muttered to herself as she nudged herself down the stairs, clutching her soiled panties.

She reached the washing machine and almost tenderly put the panties on the top. Then she decided to add the ones she was wearing, slipping them off from under her skirt and briefly inspecting the fresh stain at their crotch.

"Mmmm, I'm so wet," she sighed, rubbing her pussy under her clothes with one hand and sniffing her most recently worn panties before putting them on the pile.

"Just like I thought," an excited Melanie whispered to herself as she watched from her hiding place. "Mom wants to catch the panty-thief all by herself."

Then Melanie saw her mother turn on the empty machine like it was washing a load of laundry, while the dirty panties remained temptingly on top. After that her mother also slipped into the darkness, hiding on the other side of the basement from Melanie.

Now mother and daughter both waited in suspense. This time he came in through the door from the back yard, cautiously pushing it ajar.

"Anybody here?" he nervously called.

When there was no answer, he slipped inside. His eyes lit up when he saw all those panties to choose from. He pawed through them with one hand, sniffing each pair to find out which was dirtiest, while massaging the enormous bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans with his other hand.

"Mmmmm, choice stuff," he hungrily slurped. "Can smell mom's piss and shit on these. She must've been in too much of a hurry to wipe herself when she was wearing them. Mmmm, the dirty bitch, I love it. Bet I'll pump a pint of cream in these raunchy babies."

It turned him on too much to wait to get back to the privacy of his room. Pulling out his rigid cock, Gary wrapped his mother's stained panties around it and began beating his meat with frantic strokes.

"Oh, mom," he moaned, with the same brand of lust which made his voice crack when he'd jacked off with his sister Melanie's panties, "Just wish that your hairy cunt was where I'm gonna shoot my wad, 'stead of only in your panties. God, I'd love to fuck the same hairy pussy that squeezed me out into the world in the first place..."

"Then," came a voice from the darkness, "there's nothing stopping you."

Then she appeared and Gary Jordan couldn't believe his eyes. She was stark naked, with a hunger in her eyes that hypnotized him from all the way across the dimly lit basement.

"M-mom!" he choked, his panty-wrapped hand freezing midway around his jutting prick.

"Go ahead, finish what you've started," Britney Jordan calmly told her awestruck son. "It'll probably relax you to cum before you get down to the real thing. After all, every woman knows that you young boys always have more fresh cum to shoot and a new hardon."

"Jeez, Mom!"

"Too shy to jack off in front of mommy?" Britney Jordan chuckled, closing the distance between them.

Gary nodded, his face ashen. Indeed, it seemed as if his entire supply of blood were trapped in his beet-red cock alone.

"Then maybe mommy'd better give you an, ummm, hand," Britney gently teased, kneeling before him. "Goodness, if you can't get used to a simple hand-job in front of me, how will you ever be able to... uh, really give me what I want from your beautiful, young cock?"

She brushed Gary's arm away and supplied her own firm grip around his pulsating hardon. Her strokes were bold and confident, as if jerking off hung young boys were one of her erotic specialties.

"I've done this a thousand times in my mind," Britney said to her gasping son. "Ever since I first peeked in through your door and saw you doing it to yourself. But if I'd known you were doing it with my stolen panties, I'd have come out in the open a long time before now."

"I-I turn you on, Mom?" gulped Gary.

"Every mother's son does that when he gets past a certain age, Sonny Boy," Britney said. "Just that not many of us moms have the right things happen with our darling boys to get us over the line."

She had turned herself on to such an extreme with her steamy talk that Britney could no longer be satisfied to merely stroke her son's hardon. She just had to suck it. If Gary was going to cum, Britney was now determined it would be in her mouth. She wanted to drink every drop of his precious, teenaged cum.

"I've waited too long not to do this," she bubbled.

Gary automatically reacted like the healthy male animal he was. His crotch bucked and his hips began to roll. Then, as if by invisible wires, his hands were drawn to Britney's head so he could guide her suction. In short, he was now fucking his mother in the mouth with his rhythmically thrusting nine-inch prick.

"Jesus, Mom!" he blurted. "Feels almost like a cunt the way you're going down on my prick. Do you really want my cum that bad?"

Britney Jordan answered by doubling her cunt-like oral suction on her son's deep-throated cock. Then she squeezed his balls, priming their supply of cum for her thirsty mouth.

"Well, anyway, you got it!" Gary now blurted again and louder. "All my cum, straight to your belly, Mom!"

With a violent lurch of his crotch against his mother's face, Gary's cock erupted with a torrent of scalding cream. At first Britney's cheeks ballooned out like she wouldn't be able to swallow it all. But then she caught up with the spurting and her throat became a funnel. She didn't stop gulping until she'd downed every drop.

"The sweetest cum I've ever tasted," she gurgled. "And I just know there's more waiting for me down there in your horny, young balls."

Britney Jordan bobbed up on all fours, facing away from her son so her bare ass was the highest part of her naked body as she posed like a bitch in heat. Then, when the plump cheeks of her ass parted, her hairy cunt spread from the rear to show pink.

"God, M-mom, you really expect me to... to..." Gary sputtered.

"Fuck me!" Britney declared. "Fuck my cunt like a dog just the way your father did the night we made you!"

"Me fuck you like Dad does?"

"Better, stud, better!" his mother cried. "I just know you'll fuck me a whole lot better than your father ever has!"

Then, rocking back on her knees, Britney trapped her son's hardon between the cheeks of her ass. Now Gary's cockmeat couldn't help but slide around in the sticky warmth supplied by her drooling cunt. Indeed, that remarkable cunt quickly seemed to be sucking his meat into it with the same brand of suction her mouth had previously used to bring about the blowjob.

"Oooooh," Gary whooshed. "I-I'm doing it... fucking my own mother!"

"And whoever else you've fucked, it won't be the same as this," Britney crowed. "You came out of my pussy to begin with and now you're going to cum back in it after all these years. And I do mean cum!"

"Jeez," Gary mumbled to himself as the friction between his captive prick and his mom's spasming pussy took hold of his cock in rippling fashion, "this is almost starting to make some kinda crazy sense."

"Sense? How about dollars and cents?" cried Britney Jordan. "How about double your allowance if you fuck me right, the way I know you can?"

Now it made a lot more sense to Gary and not just the crazy kind anymore, either. His mother hadn't just opened her cunt to his cock, she'd also opened her pocketbook to his youthful greed.

"Triple," he said, driving his big cock to the squeezing depths of her tight cunt.

"Keep this up and you've got it!" Britney Jordan promised.

"And the car whenever I want it."

"Then earn it, stud, make it impossible for me to turn you down!"

"Try this, Mom," Gary confidently blustered, remembering a little trick his sister had taught him when he'd fucked her.

Into his mother's ass went two of Gary's fingers. Clustered together they were about the size of an average-sized cock up her ass. Then, when he added a third, the bulk approached that of a real stud's hardon.

"Ahhhhh!" squealed Britney. "You've got whatever you want, you beautiful boy! Ten times your allowance... the car... the house... anything!"

"You like it up your ass, huh, Mom? "asked Gary, probing toward the spasming chamber of Britney's bowels.

"Does this answer your question?" she answered breathlessly, shitting on his gouging finger while her pussy climaxed around his cock.

"Then maybe you'd like me to take it even further," Gary suggested, a sudden quiver in his voice.

"Think you can handle it?" his mother teased.

"You gonna try and stop me, Mom?" Gary defensively countered.

Britney Jordan laughed out loud. "Do you think I'm nuts? God, you've got a lot to learn about women. But I'm here to teach you. Lesson number one - don't just talk about it, stud, do it. Do it! Do it!!"

Gary might have been inexperienced, but he'd grown bold. "Do what, bitch? Beg me for it!"

"Mmmmm, you're learning fast," Britney gurgled with approval.

"Well, bitch, what're you waiting for then?"

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck my ass with your big cock even harder than you've been fucking my cunt!" Britney begged.

"Hold on for something great, bitch!" Gary hissed.

By now he was ready to shove his prick up a female ass like he'd been butt-fucking since grade school. He yanked his prick out of his mother's pussy and it dripped with her pussy juice. Then he removed his fingers from her ass. Their digging penetration had widened the normally narrow ass-opening to at least twice its regular size, with seeping shit trickling forth.

"Damn, it almost looks like another cunt!" Gary blurted. "A chocolate cunt!"

His mother was anything but put off. Indeed, she was charmed. "I knew it! Even with all your big talk - you're cherry for my ass, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," Gary admitted, slipping from a boastful into a sheepish tone.

"Then I'm begging you for it even more! Begging you to fuck your first ass! Mine, mine, mine!" Britney urged.

"Will you shit on my cock, Mom?" Gary anxiously asked.

"Goes with the territory, Sonny Boy," Britney answered. "But don't worry about the mess. After you've shot my ass full of cum, mommy'll suck her little boy's ass-fucking prick clean as a whistle."

"You mean it, Mom?" croaked Gary.

"Just try me, stud!"

Gary now mashed his cockhead into the puckered dent of his mother's second opening. Then, impatient for him to take the plunge, Britney lurched back on her haunches and forced penetration.

"Tight!" Gary blurted, about half of his prick abruptly jammed up her spasming ass.

"More!" demanded Britney.

She lurched backward again but this time her son surged forward as well. The result was his ten-inch cock being hilted all at once where she shit, so deep that a notch below his balls churned flush against her cunt.

"So far, so good," Britney sighed.

She jogged to and fro on her hands and knees, forcing her son's cock to pump in her ass. It was very much to her liking. As the friction grabbed hold she climaxed on the spot, adding some freshly seeping shit around the length of Gary's buried prick. However, it still wasn't enough for the impossibly horny Britney.

"More!" she demanded.

"What, Mom? Where? How?" her inexperienced son asked, confused but eager to please the insatiable Britney.

"Your hand in my cunt," she told him. "Not just your fingers, but your whole fist. Fist-fuck my cunt at the same time your big cock fucks my ass!"

"Like this, Mom?" Gary panted.

"Perfect!" his mother answered.

And then, continuing to shit and cum, Britney also pissed from the knuckled pressure her son's fist applied to her cunt.

"You're the dirtiest bitch that ever lived, Mom!" he cried at the top of his lungs.

"Is that the way you want it, Son?"

"God, yes, Mom!" Gary rasped, his ass-fucking cock sloshing in shit, his fist-fucking knuckles wallowing within Britney's pissing pussy.

"That I'm the happiest mother in the world!" she crowed.

But Britney's delight was about to be increased even more. For, just then, her son's cock blasted up her fucked ass with a scalding flood of teenaged cum.

"And now it's just too wonderful to describe!" she swooned, on the verge of erotic collapse from so much of a good thing.

However, Britney held on. For once her son's cock had been drained, she still had a promise to keep.

"Bet you thought I'd forgotten," she puffed, breaking up the fuck by wheeling around after her son's cock had swamped her ass.

His prick hung at half-mast after all the cumming, fresh out of his mother's fucked butt so it was dripping and filthy with its own cum.

"Y-you don't have to, Mom."

"Silly boy!"

Then Britney Jordan didn't just suck her son's dirty cock, she fucked it with her mouth like she and Gary were just starting something instead of finishing it. All the way to another eruption of his cum that was just as thick and plentiful as the first drop she'd tasted after she'd caught him with her panties.

After the sucking and fucking between mother and son had run its course, with the two of them having dressed and gone back upstairs, a third family member remained in the basement. Melanie Jordan had never seen anything like it.

"Hard to believe, with all the fucking around I've done," sighed the lingering teenager, "that this is the first time I ever watched anybody else getting it on. It's like... like..."

Poetry in motion, Melanie decided. Watching had turned her on in a whole new way. Before it was over, she'd climaxed without even being touched.

"Seeing mom suck and fuck was almost like, yeah, somehow watching myself putting out," she wistfully murmured. "Mom's hairy cunt and mine, her titties, the way she sucks cock-mmmmm, it was nearly the same as watching myself in a mirror."

From here, it was only logical that Melanie would wonder what might happen if their roles were reversed and she were the object of her mother's attention.

The mere thought of getting her mother aroused caused Melanie's tits to tingle and her pussy to spasm moistly. She felt herself at both places, closing her eyes to imagine that her female parent was doing the touching.

"Oh, Mom, I dig you so much," Melanie moaned. "If it were just you and me..."

Melanie caught herself short. For she had realized that her mind was wandering beyond what she'd witnessed between her brother and mother into the realm of a lesbian fantasy.

She shivered, thinking of eating her mother's sweet pussy, thinking of her own wet cunt being devoured by a sucking female mouth. And, during this flight of fancy, Melanie wandered toward the washing machine, not knowing what she was after until she was there.

"Yes, they're still here," she panted, running her trembling fingers through the soft, lacy tangle of her mother's soiled panties.

Melanie went through them until she found the dirtiest pair. Sniffing the fragrance at the crotch excited her so much that she next actually chewed on the fancy fabric, releasing her mother's leftover juices into her mouth.

"Oh, more... more," Melanie gasped. "Just got to eat the real thing - Mom's delicious pussy."

Having made up her mind, Melanie then kept the panties she'd sniffed and tasted as she finally slipped out of the basement. They would be, she planned, her calling card when she passed through the door into a whole new world of sex.

She waited until the next day, until they were alone in the house. The situation couldn't have been more perfect as she entered her parents' bedroom and found her mother tidying up the dresser drawers.

"Anything new turn up missing, Mom?" Melanie casually asked from the doorway.

"Uh, no, don't think so," Britney Jordan self-consciously muttered.

Melanie drifted over to where her mother sat and looked into the open drawer of lingerie. "I don't see those yellow panties of yours. The ones with the blue lace."

"Uh, I'm sure they're in here someplace," Britney said, clearly wanting to drop the subject.

"No, I don't think those panties are in the drawer, Mom," Melanie answered. "In fact, I know so."

"I-I don't understand," Britney stammered, trying to figure out what her daughter was getting at.

"Very simple, Mom," Melanie chuckled. "'Cause this time I'm the pantie- thief. In fact, I'm wearing them right now. Found them down in the basement and just couldn't resist trying them on."

"B-but I hadn't washed them yet," Britney stammered.

"Mmmm, I know," Melanie sighed. "Having them go straight from you to me without being washed makes me feel like I'm, well, closer to you somehow. And they fit me like a dream."

She panted. Her mother had no idea what was coming next, but she was waiting in suspense for it.

"Wanna see, Mom?"

Her mother was speechless. But the main thing was that she didn't say no.

"Bet you'll think I'm adorable in your panties, Mom," Melanie purred, slowly unfastening her cut-off jeans.

Then, the open cut-offs sagging around her hips, Melanie wiggled below the waist so they fell down her long, tanned legs to the floor. When she stepped forward, her mother's stolen panties hugged her crotch like a lacy second skin.

"What do you think, Mom?" Melanie asked, turning around to show her mother her rear. "Doesn't my ass look cute in them?"

Her mother remained speechless. However, Britney's hard breathing spoke louder than ordinary words.

"But what I really like most about your panties, Mom, is the way they fit so tight between my legs. You know? They rub me just right and the lace tickles the insides of my thighs. Just about every time I make a move it..."

She interrupted herself to squeeze her thighs together. There was no mistake about it, Britney could hear her wet pussy squish out loud. And, as if that weren't enough, when she parted her thighs again a growing stain was visible at the sheer crotch of the ultra-snug panties.

"Then, when I touch myself," Melanie now continued, "it's almost like the panties aren't even there. I can feel everything!"

She dropped her hand to the crux of her loins, boldly stroking her own cunt through the clinging fabric. The stain grew darker and larger, with some of the moisture leaking from beneath the elastic that formed the "V" of the crotch and glistening at her inner thighs.

"Yes... almost like they aren't even there," she steamily repeated.

Next, Melanie's middle finger pushed into the slot of her juicy cunt through the sopping crotch-band of the panties. Her hips immediately started rolling with pleasure.

"Here, Mom," she then said, "why don't you try it?"

Britney Jordan acted like she was in a deep trance. She passively allowed her daughter to take her hand and put it where Melanie's had just been. Her fingers felt that hot, wet teenaged cunt as it oozed beneath the skin-tight panties.

"It's best with your finger, Mom," Melanie urged. "Mmmmm, like that. I was gonna say inside me, but you just found my clit and that's even better."

Melanie promptly climaxed and she was hardly shy about it.

"That's right, Mom," she moaned, "you just made me cum in your panties! They were wet before, but now... Ooooooh, just taste!"

Now Melanie took her mother's head in her hands. She guided Britney's face to her crotch and forced contact between mouth and cunt, with only the flimsy fabric separating them.

"Suck, mom, suck," Melanie coaxed. "Suck my cunt through your panties and I'll cum again! "

Britney Jordan was helpless to resist. She was greeted with a fresh supply of pussy juice which dribbled down her chin.

"Hmmmm, wonder what kind of shape your other panties are in - the ones you're wearing right now, Mom," Melanie panted.

Melanie reached down, exploring under her mother's skirt. What she found was even better than wet panties - her mother wasn't wearing anything down there! All at once, Melanie's fingers were tangled in a huge curly jungle of pussy hair.

"Mom!" Melanie gasped. "Ohhh, let's go to bed."

Still in that apparent trance, Britney Jordan let herself be led to the place where she normally slept with her husband. Then, her only outward sign of emotion being the goose bumps which decorated her bare flesh, she permitted herself to be quickly stripped naked by her daughter.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Mom," Melanie told her.

Then, for the first time since all this had begun to get serious, Britney spoke. "Let me see the rest of you now too, darling."

"Oh, Mom, I thought you'd never ask!"

Melanie pulled her top over her head, revealing her braless tits. The hard, little nipples stuck straight out with total arousal.

"Oh, darling, you're practically me at your age all over again!" Britney swooned.

"Mmmmm, Mom, that's the sweetest thing anybody ever said to me," Melanie replied. "I can't wait to show you my cunt."

"I can't wait to see it!" Britney declared.

Out of her trance now, Melanie's mother took charge. Britney peeled away the stolen panties from the girl herself, her hungry eyes staring at her daughter's teenaged pussy.

"Yes, so hairy, such a hairy, young cunt," Britney rasped with lust. "And I just know it's as sweet as it can be. I can already smell it."

"But you'll have to taste it to be sure, Mom," beckoned Melanie, laying back on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Only under one condition," Britney immediately countered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Anything, Mom!" Melanie hornily cried.

"You eat me, too," Britney said softly. "Eat my pussy, baby, at the same time I'm eating yours."

"That's the easiest bargain I'll ever keep!" Melanie exclaimed. "Hurry, Mom, hurry! Sit on my face with your hairy cunt while you're diving into mine!"

But Britney paused, suddenly self-conscious. "Suppose I should tell you this right now, sweetheart. I've never done anything like this before... not with another, well, woman."

Melanie immediately connected on the odd angle of her mother's statement. "Do you really think I'm a woman now, Mom? Not just a little girl?"

Her daughter's concern totally charmed Britney Jordan, putting her at ease. "You'll always be mommy's little girl, sweetheart... but, my Lord, yes, what a beautiful young woman you've grown into. If I'm going to eat another pussy, I'm so glad I waited for the first one to be yours."

"And I'm glad I waited for your gorgeous cunt, too, Mom," Melanie tenderly replied.

"Darling, you mean..."

"Yes, Mom, I'm just as cherry when it comes to this as you are," Melanie said. "So there's nothing to worry about, 'cause we're starting even. We'll learn from each other."

"Mmmmm, how perfect for us. How absolutely perfect!" a thrilled Britney stated. "Now let's take each other to school, my darling, all the way to graduation!"

Then mother straddled daughter, facing away to form the beginning of their lesbian sixty-nine. Spreading her asscheeks in Melanie's face, Britney grandly revealed her pussy from the rear. Its open slice was remarkably pink and juicy, framed by scads of curly pussy hair which grew all the way into the crack of her ass and swirled around her puckered ass.

"Oh, Mom, your cunt's a dream come true!" cried Melanie, her nostrils flaring from the pungent scent seeping from her mother's erotic depths. "And your ass's soooo adorable. Believe me, you're gonna feel my tongue in both places."

"Just like you'll have to get used to me eating both your cunt and ass, too," Britney readily replied. "All set to get started?"

"You're goddamned fucking right!" Melanie impatiently called back. "Sit on my face, you horny bitch, so I can drown in your pussyjuice. And shove your tongue so far in my cunt that I'll swear you've got a cock growing out of your mouth and you're fucking me with it."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Britney sighed.

Then, from on top of the action, Britney made all the right moves. Her asscheeks had just clasped Melanie's face, creating an instantly sucking union between mouth and pussy. And, next, at the other end of the sixty-nine, Britney took the oral plunge into her daughter's teenaged cunt, lancing with as many inches of tongue as any horny female could possibly manage.

The result of the mutual pussy-eating was spontaneous and simultaneous. Mother and daughter climaxed together on the spot, filling each other's mouths with oozing female cum.

"Mmmm, baby, it happened so fast," Britney gurgled after swallowing the nectar of the first cunt that had ever cum in her mouth. "Hope my pussy came for you half as sweet and wet as yours did for me."

"Mom, if you'd cum any harder, I'd have sworn you were pissing on me," Melanie teased.

Her mother though, seemed to take her halfway seriously. "What if I did, sweetheart?" she asked.

"I will if you will, Mom," Melanie answered, calling her mother's kinky bluff.

But it was no joke. All at once Melanie realized that the tip of her mother's tongue had located her pee-hole. Automatically, she responded in kind with her own tongue. She knew the flavor of her mother's piss from the dirty panties she'd stolen and now some familiar bittersweet drops were already leaking onto her tingling taste-buds.

She wanted more, a whole lot more, Melanie now admitted to herself. And she wanted to give as much as she received. Melanie yearned for the lesbian sixty- nine to become awash in hot piss.

So she poked her mother's pee-hole some more with the tip of her tongue and her mother expertly returned the favor. Both partners were now straining within, each trying to time the other's eruption so they could piss together the same way they'd previously climaxed together.

Then Melanie couldn't hold back the inner turmoil. But, it turned out, neither could her mother. So once again they were in perfect harmony, their gushing pussies pouring liquid gold down one another's thirstily gulping throat.

"Ooooooh, fantastic," Britney Jordan slurped when it was over. "But I'm afraid I have a little confession to make. I cheated."

"How's that, Mom?" Melanie asked, her face dripping.

"I went ahead and came again while I was pissing."

Now it was Melanie's turn to giggle. "You and me both, Mom!"

"Knew I couldn't put one over ca you," Britney sighed. "Somehow, when we're doing it I feel like I'm part of you and you're part of.

It's almost like we're the same person."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, Mom," Melanie agreed. "When I'm eating your pussy, it's as close as I'll ever get to eating my own."

"Think it'll be the same way with our assholes, baby?" Britney asked anxiously.

"Only one way to know for sure," Melanie answered with horny anticipation.

They had remained in the sixty-nine position. Now Melanie guided her tongue a notch away from her mother's cunt and sampled the puckered dent normally used for the passage of shit. Despite its customary function, though, the narrow channel yielded instant flavor of the most delicious variety.

"Jeez, do I wanna fuck this tight, sweet hole!" Melanie slurred. "Fuck it with my tongue."

"Oh, yeah," Britney moaned, as her daughter's tongue squirmed into her rear chute. "You just started, and already it feels as good as a prick in my ass. I can't wait to try the same thing on your sweet, little brown eye.

Then Britney licked down into Melanie's crack. When the latter's ass got slicked with spit, it throbbed in readiness, its rim seeming to widen almost like circular lips of a miniature cunt.

"Mmmm, so sweet," Britney slurped, swiftly burying her tongue in her daughter's expanding ass opening.

Now mother and daughter rhythmically traded thrusts as they tongue-fucked one another's spasming assholes. But their pussies were not neglected, since Britney and Melanie shared the characteristic of having their clits directly wired to their assholes. Their backdoor sex was calculated to bring their cunts to an orgasmic boil.

They finger-fucked pussy while they tongue-fucked ass. Their multiple climaxes arrived one right after another, like orgasmic gunfire. It didn't seem possible it could get any better for mother and daughter, but they nevertheless discovered a way to raise the quality of their fuck-lust to even greater heights.

Melanie discovered it first. Knowing how rigidly swollen her own clit was, she interrupted her finger-fucking of her mom's cunt to check out Britney's clit. By regular standards it was one of the smallest parts of the female body, but for a clit it was huge, large enough for Melanie to grasp between her thumb and finger and jack off as if it were a miniature hardon.

Feeling this incredible friction gave Britney Jordan her strongest orgasm yet. And, in her erotic frenzy, she immediately moved to return the favor. Her daughter's clit seemed to leap out to meet her touch, begging to be stroked. Britney answered this throbbing plea with expertly female technique, doing exactly to her daughter's clit what Melanie was doing to her own.

From there, it was only a matter of time until it occurred to mother and daughter that if they could jack off one another's clits, then perhaps they could explore even farther into the uncharted realm of lesbian sex. Indeed, the ultimate in all-female pleasure was what they would inevitably attempt.

As the partner on top of the action, Britney made the first move, withdrawing her tongue from her daughter's thoroughly rimmed ass. "We've done just about everything this far, baby. Everything but actually go all the way. I don't even know if two women are supposed to be able to go that far without something to stand in for a cock - but, damn! I'm willing to give it a try if you are."

"Oh, yes, Mom!" Melanie eagerly cried. "Let's prove once and for all that we don't need guys, don't need a cock. Our cunts and clits are enough to do a super job, I just know it."

"God, I've never looked forward to anything so much in my life," sighed Britney, breaking up the sixty-nine to kneel before her spread-legged daughter.

"Then what're you waiting for, Mom?" impatiently answered Melanie. "This is the big one!"

Hornier than ever, despite the orgasmic shock waves that had already ravaged her senses, Melanie spread her legs even wider for her mother. Then she fingered her lower lips so they stretched to the crux of her inner thighs, making a yawning target of her pink, drooling pussy.

"Beg me for it, baby," her mother requested. "It'd make me feel so good if I could just hear you beg me for it first. Give me that something extra so I'll know in advance that I'll be perfect for you."

And Melanie was only too happy to oblige. "Fuck me, Mom, please fuck me! Fuck me with your juicy cunt and hard clit the way only another woman can fuck me! No, not just another woman. The way only a mother can fuck her little girl's hot, wet pussy!"

Hearing this impassioned cry, Britney fell between her daughter's parted legs and drove her hairy crotch flush against Melanie's welcoming cunt. Their rigid cuts instantly snagged in rubbing union, as their pussyjuice mingled. Then, to keep the blessed friction mounting, Melanie began rocking Britney in the cradle of her clutching thighs.

"Oh, what a fuck, whatta fuck! You're fucking me back as hard as I'm fucking you, baby!" mother rasped to daughter. "Yes, yes, we could only fuck like this with our cunts. Who needs men... who needs their cocks when we have our fantastic pussies?"

"Right on, Mom!" Melanie cried, she and her mother climaxing together as usual. "And not just our pussies, but our titties too! Suck mine now, Mom, while you're cunt-fucking me."

"Then pinch mine at the same time, darling. The nipples," Britney urged in reply. "I love the pain!"

As their pussies continued grinding away, mother and daughter attacked one another's tits, Britney with her mouth, Melanie with her grasping fingers.

"Oooooh, I'm flying!" Melanie swooned, her mom's warm spit drooling down between her quivering titties.

"Ahhh, I'm in heaven, too. Hurts soooooo good!" declared Britney, her stiff nipples being twisted around double by her daughter's thumbs and fingers.

Meanwhile, down below, as their tangled loins rocked to a steady beat, the cunts of mother and daughter kept fucking nonstop to provide the foundation of their lesbian passion. With no cock to shoot its wad and close out the action, Britney and Melanie could go on indefinitely. Which they did, long past the point where normal fucking would have given way to a limp prick if either of them had been a man.

When a girl fucks her mother, there should be no more secrets between the two of them, at least that's the way Melanie saw it. And there'd never be a better time to bring it up than now, with the lusty fucking action having dissolved into a sweaty, sticky afterglow and the room sweetly reeking of satisfied cunt.

"I think we'd better talk, Mom," Melanie aid as they rested beside one another on the messy bed.

Britney Jordan was no fool. "It's about those missing panties, isn't it, honey?"



Melanie nodded, then took a deep breath and got right to the point. "No sense in beating around the bush, Mom. We both know who's been stealing our panties."

Now it was Britney's turn to nod. "Gary," they said together.

"Did you catch him jacking off with yours, too?" Britney asked.

"He was so cute," Melanie giggled. "I couldn't resist what happened after that with him."

"Neither could I," Britney sighed.

"I know, Mom," chuckled Melanie. "I was down there in the basement the whole time, watching the whole thing between you and Gary. God, what sucking and fucking! That's when I decided, right then and there, that I had to get some of what Gary got from you for myself."

"Why, you scheming little slut!" Britney giggled. "You set me up. You seduced me."

"Would you have done it any differently if you'd caught me fucking Gary instead of it being the other way around?" Melanie hopefully asked.

"Don't think I'd have been so patient, baby," Britney kidded on the square. "Just might've gone ahead and damned well raped you."

"Oh, Mom, you say just the right things!" Melanie squealed with happiness. "We're so perfect together. And this is just the beginning."

"Mmmm, tell me more," urged Britney.

"Simple as this, Mom," Melanie sated. "As a team we're unbeatable. So why not go for all we can get? The two of us together can really turn this family around. We don't have to stop with each other's pussies. We can have all the cock we want, too. Maybe we don't need cock when we're alone in bed, but the rest of the time... ah, well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life."

Just then, as luck would have it, they were interrupted by the ringing phone. Melanie answered it. The timing couldn't have worked out better.

"Who was that?" Britney anxiously asked.

"How about your favorite bad-boy nephew, Mom?"

"Jack?" Britney named her brother's son. "Is he back in town?"

"More than that. He fucked me the other night at the drive-in," Melanie revealed. "If it hadn't been for him, the rest of this might never have happened. 'Cause it was his cum I was washing out of my clothes when I caught Gary stealing my dirty panties."

"But what's that have to do with now?" Britney panted with anticipation.

"Jack wants to see me again."

"And?"

"How fast can you get horny again, Mom?" snickered Melanie. "This time for some cock?"

Britney had only one more question to ask before she committed herself. "Is he hung?"

"Like a damned stallion!" her daughter assured her. "Now, listen here's the plan."

He knocked on the door. He was so horny for the little bitch that his cock was practically busting out of his pants. That piece of ass she'd given him at the drive-in the other night had made him hard up for her tight pussy ever since. His shore leave was almost over, but if it had meant going AWOL he'd have told the damned Navy to go to hell for another chance at getting into those hot, young pants.

Now, though, it was working out great. When he'd called his cousin Melanie, the little cunt told him to make it right over to her place. She was as ready for more of his big cock as he was for her tight, wet pussy. Two more days to go on his shore leave and he'd get in plenty more sucking and fucking under the wire, enough to send him back to his ship in style.

"C'mon, baby," he impatiently muttered when his knock wasn't answered, then he leaned on the door bell. "Don't turn prick-teaser on me now."

He was interrupted by the finally opening door. However, his frustration persisted because he still hadn't gained entry. For just ajar was all the hinges creaked.

"Wh-who is it?" she stammered from beyond the dark crack.

"Aunt B-Britney?"

"Jack? Is that really you? I thought you were off at sea. How long have you been in town?"

Now Britney opened the door all the way and admitted her stunned nephew. And finding her there instead of Melanie wasn't the only reason for Jack's breathlessness. For his aunt wore nothing more than a damp towel.

"I was in the shower," Britney explained. "Hope you don't mind the way I look."

"Y-you look super, Aunt Britney," Jack blurted out, suddenly having forgotten all about his cousin.

"Well, I don't invite just anybody in when I'm half-naked," Britney chattered. "But family's different, especially my favorite nephew."

She abruptly paused, making smoldering eye contact. Jack became so self- conscious about the telltale bulge at his crotch that he helplessly blushed.

"So," Britney now continued, her voice dropping into a smoky register, "what're you waiting for, Jackie honey? Aren't you gonna give your old auntie a great, big, wet kiss?"

Now, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like a nervous little boy, Jack muttered, "Well, uh, gee, I dunno, Aunt Britney."

While he was still hemming and hawing, Britney took matters into her own hands. She flung herself at her startled nephew, planting her mouth flush on his and then giving him some tongue. Down below, her thigh rubbed against the throbbing mound between his legs. For a moment, Jack was afraid he might actually cum in his pants.

"Mmmmm, I needed that," Britney sighed when the kiss was broken.

She stepped back so Jack could see all of her. All of her, indeed. For when she'd hugged him the towel had fallen to the floor, leaving her stark naked. But, at the moment, she acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I, uh, think you dropped something, Aunt Britney," Jack choked.

Britney looked down at her uncovered body and giggled. "So I have."

She bent down for the towel, turning around just enough so her bare ass bobbed up in front of Jack. He couldn't help but see the split of her ass cheeks. Couldn't help focusing on the pink of her pussy as it showed spread from behind.

"Here," Britney then said, turning Jack around and offering him the towel. "You want to put it back on me?"

Jack was speechless, motionless.

"Or do you like me better this way?" Britney now purred. "Without the towel?"

Jack stiffly nodded.

"I thought you would. In fact, I was counting on it," Britney stated, directly eyeing her nephew's hardon. "Now the rest is up to you."

"C-can I f-fuck you, Aunt Britney?" Jack stuttered, sounding like anything but the macho stud he was supposed to be.

"Don't just ask," Britney shot back, arching her spine so her tits thrust out, the nipples rigid. "Just do it, stud!"

Jack's hand dropped to his swollen fly and he discovered that his zipper had already been forced down by his straining boner. Then, when he barely touched the snap, his pants popped open all the way.

"Navy have a shortage of underwear?" Britney teased when she saw he wasn't wearing any.

"Like to be ready if, uh, anything comes up," Jack gulped.

"Well, this is it, tiger," Britney hotly answered. "And, oooh, are you ready!"

She knelt before him, the shadow of his jutting prick falling across her face. Then, her tongue emerging, she licked from his balls up the underside of his heavily veined cockshaft.

"There's more than one way to fuck me," she then said. "You can start with my mouth."

Britney opened wide, presenting the perfect oral target, her lips drawn back over her teeth for the smoothest brand of mouth-fucking. Her nephew's hips bucked as a simple matter of male reflex. His hand automatically dropped in the process, guiding the path of his lurching prick straight down that welcoming female throat.

"Jesus, you got it all already!" blurted Jack in awe as his cockmeat was swallowed to the root on his first cock-thrust. "What a blowjob!"

But Britney was just getting started. Now she pumped his hairy balls with one hand and probed his gritty ass with the middle finger of the other.

"Shit, you're getting me weak in the knees," Jack admitted.

He sagged down toward her level, but Britney raised the stakes by sinking even lower, sprawling all the way beneath Jack. Next, drawing up her legs to almost jack-knife her naked body, she seized his hips between her raised and clutching thighs. Then she rocked him to and fro, rhythmically jerking his huge cock down her deep, spasming throat.

"Gonna shoot it, Aunt Britney!" Jack soon announced.

Britney doubled her suction and was soon rewarded with a torrent of cum so creamily plentiful that only a woman like her could drink it as fast as it spurted from her nephew's climaxing cock.

"Yeah, suck, suck, suck!" Jack feverishly chanted. "Swallow every drop of my cum, Aunt Britney."

She took him at his word. Britney continued the blowjob even after his mouth-fucking prick slowed to a dribble.

"Never thought I'd get my prick sucked too much," Jack sighed. "But you gotta quit now, Aunt Britney. My cock and balls can't take any more."

With a sticky grin, his aunt released his prick-meat. It was beet-red from her unrelenting mouth. But, most importantly, Jack's prick remained stiff as a board.

"So you think you've had enough, huh?" Britney teased. "Well, somehow I have a little trouble believing that."

"Just that nobody's ever sucked my prick so hard... so long after I already came," Jack defensively croaked. "Once you'd gotten all my cum, felt like my damned balls were strangling. The stiffer you kept my cock, the more it started to hurt."

"Are you trying to tell me that you've got yourself a hardon like that with no more cum to shoot through it?"

"To tell you the God's honest truth, Aunt Britney," Jack confessed, "you've got me so turned around that I don't know whether I'm coming or going."

"Well, then maybe this'll point you in the right direction, kiddo."

Britney bobbed up on all fours, hoisting her flared bottom in her nephew's line of sight like she was a bitch in heat. Then she reached back to spread her asscheeks, even wider, stretching her drooling pussy.

"Feeling anything special in your poor, aching balls now?" Britney playfully called over her shoulder. "Like a fresh batch of hot cum starting to brew for your old auntie's thirsty cunt? "

"Damn, I can sure as hell give it a try!" Jack gusted, totally under the spell of that yawning pink cunt. "If I can't cum in that pussy, I ought to turn in my cock and balls."

However, Britney's reply was not what Jack had anticipated. "Won't hurt to make sure, though. No sense in leaving anything to chance."

"Jesus, Aunt Britney," Jack gulped, "all I can give you is my word that I'm all right again. That I'm ready to dog-fuck you until you've got a cuntful of more of my cum."

"Why should I depend on your word?" countered Britney. "I can get an iron- clad guarantee that your balls can deliver the goods."

She snapped her fingers, looking toward the hallway. And out stepped the person whom Jack had originally expected to fuck, but she was now the last person he expected to see.

"M-Melanie!" he gasped.

As naked as her mother, she smirked from ear to ear. "Need some help, Mom?"

"Your cousin Jack's the one who has the problem," mother answered daughter. "A minute ago he said he didn't have a drop of cum left. Now he claims just the opposite. So I don't know what to expect if he fucks me, a pussyful of cum or a dry hole - unless, that is, I can count on you to make the difference for the poor boy."

"Like, uh, priming the old pump?" Melanie said, licking her lips.

"You don't mind, do you, darling?" Britney said with a devilish grin. "I can count on you to suck his balls full of cum while his cock's dog-fucking my cunt, can't I?"

"My pleasure," Melanie answered. "Under one condition, though. If I make Jack's balls boil over, then I get to lick all that cum out of your pussy after his cock's through shooting it into you."

"Good lord, doesn't that go without saying?" Britney lilted.

Jack had dropped out of high school to join the Navy, but he was no dope. He knew when a couple of chicks were jerking him around.

"A set-up, huh?" he said in a hush.

Mother and daughter didn't deny it.

"All right then, bitches, what do you really want?" Jack blustered.

"Just exactly what we already said. Your big cock dog-fucking my cunt..." Britney began.

"Your balls in my mouth..." Melanie chimed in.

"And then enough of your cum in my pussy so my darling daughter here can suck it out to her heart's content," Britney finished.

"You two always work together like this?" Jacked asked in wonder.

"What if we told you that you're the first guy mom and I've ever done a number on at the same time?" Melanie asked, since, of course, this was actually the case.

"Naw, don't think I'd believe it," Jack chuckled, getting increasingly used to the idea of two-on-one with his aunt and cousin.

"Well, let's put it this way," Britney told him. "You sure as hell won't be our last."

"Than I can sure as hell believe!" Jack bubbled, already thinking ahead to telling his shipmates about what was ready to happen.

His aunt's rear-spread cunt was still there, just waiting to be dog-fucked. Jack lined up behind her yawning ass and took the plunge, hilting his prick in that warm, wet gash to his balls. And, even before the friction between cock and pussy started, his were abruptly being sucked from below by his cousin's equally warm and wet mouth.

"Did I just die and go to heaven?" Jack moaned with pleasure. "Christ, I think so. What a trip!"

His prick began pumping in his aunt Britney's pussy. And, with every stroke, Melanie orally tugged his nuts. Plus, his cousin had added a digging finger up his ass, stimulating that special cum-producing gland which was located at the base of his cock.

"Man, oh, man," he muttered to himself under his ragged breath. "I'm not gonna just shoot my wad, I'm gonna fucking explode Damned cock feels like a bomb, just waiting to go off."

Knowing that he couldn't hold off the rising tide between his legs for long, Jack took advantage of the action for as long as it lasted. The old in- and-out wasn't the only thing his prick could do in his aunt's pussy. There was always the Mexican corkscrew that Tijuana whore had taught him for a few extra pesos. You just started twisting your buried hardon in the bitch's pussy and...

"I'm cumming!" Britney cried, her abruptly climaxing pussy rippling around her nephew's prick.

"Works like a charm," Jack chuckled to himself.

But, then again, so did what Melanie was doing to his balls and ass. Suddenly he was the one crying out.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted.

After having worried earlier that his cum-supply was exhausted after the blowjob his aunt had given him, his prick now poured cum into Britney's dog- fucked cunt. It flowed so rapidly that it gushed in a continuous stream rather than in separate spurts.

"It's like I'm pissing cum!" Jack panted. "Like I can't stop!"

For this he could give a large part of the credit to his cousin. Down below, Melanie applied crushing suction to his climaxing balls, drawing out the absolute best in him. However, although Jack was riding high at the moment, Melanie herself would soon wind up in the driver's seat.

"Ooooooh," Jack finally moaned, suddenly exhausted. "Didn't think I'd ever quit cumming, but now I've had it. Gotta crash."

He sagged backwards, probably ready to fall away on his own. But, no longer sucking his balls, his cousin hastened his departure. Then with Jack toppling to one side, Melanie moved in to take his place, sealing her mother's freshly fucked cunt with her mouth.

"Oh, baby," Britney swooned, "when you're around it just gets better and better!"

Propping himself up on his elbows, Jack watched the mother-daughter action in awe. Immediately forgetting his fatigue, he started stroking his instantly revived hardon. Then, spotting Melanie's plump ass up in the air while she ate her mother, he realized that he didn't have to settle for just watching.

"Yeah, I'll dog-fuck the young cunt just like I did to the old one," Jack vowed under his breath.

But after he'd sneaked up behind his apparently unaware cousin, Jack changed his mind about fucking her cunt. For a notch away from her pussy was a much smaller opening which had an even greater attraction for his big cock. "Why not? Might as well go for the tightest fuck there is."

He lined up his throbbing cock with Melanie's puckered ass opening and set his hips. But, suddenly, he was stopped in his tracks. After getting this far without being noticed, he'd almost started to think that he might as well be invisible as far as his aunt and cousin were concerned. He'd been planning to surprise them by barging in on their lesbian sixty-nine, cock first, but the surprise was on him.

"And just what do you think you're up to, young man?" Britney sharply called up as her pussy continued being eaten by her daughter.

"Uh, n-nothing, Aunt Britney," Jack lamely lied.

"Well, you could've fooled me," Britney Jordan replied. "Melanie and I were almost sure you were going to fuck her in the ass. In fact, we were counting on it."

Hearing his aunt's mocking tone, Jack felt sort of like a fool. But the open invitation to go ahead and do what he'd intended in the first place made him feel even more like a stud. Within seconds he was fucking his cousin's tight ass and Melanie was shitting all over his happy prick while she kept going down on her mother's pussy without missing a slurp.

After polishing off Jack and sending him back to Navy life with plenty to brag about to his shipmates, Melanie and her mother felt like they were on top of the world.

"What next?" Melanie asked Britney. "Let's face it, Mom, we're on a roll. We got to pour it on."

"Are we still keeping it in the family?" Britney Jordan asked her daughter.

"Why? Is there somebody in the family you're just dying to fuck?"

"Ever since I was just about your age," Britney wistfully sighed. "He was always there, but he never touched me except just that once. Just a couple of fingers in my hot, young pussy for a few seconds while we were kids and that was it. But I never got it."

"Uncle Matt?" Melanie guessed.

At the mention of her older brother, Britney Jordan dreamily nodded, sighing, "You know, I've never seen his cock hard, not even the day he felt my pussy. I begged him to take it out so I could suck it, but he lost his nerve and ran out of the room. So guilty that a few days later he ran off for good and joined the Navy. I never got over it and I was even jealous when he finally married your Aunt Libby."

"Do you think Uncle Matt's hung, Mom?" Melanie asked.

"He's Jack's father, isn't he?" Britney noted. "When we were sucking and fucking that boy's beautiful, big cock, I just couldn't help thinking that it must run in the family."

"Well, damn, Mom! I don't have to tell you there's only one way to find out for certain," Melanie declared.

"Mmmmm, don't I know it," Britney moaned, rubbing her pussy in anticipation of fucking Jack's father, her brother Matt. "And this time I'll do the scheming. Listen..."

"Been getting into any strange stuff, kiddo?" Jack's father asked as they were drinking beer in the den. "Enough so you'll be the man of the hour when you get back on board ship and everybody else starts swapping lies."

In the midst of packing his gear, Jack had to grin. He and the old man had a real locker-room kind of relationship. Pals more than father and son. Probably because his Dad had been a hell-raiser too.

"I've been doing all right, Pop," Jack finally answered.

"Anybody I know?" his father persisted.

"You mean anybody you might have fucked first, don't you?" Jack laughed.

"Well, yeah, then how 'bout it, Son?"

"Not this time, Pop," Jack answered. "Think the stuff I got into this time was too strange for even a dirty, old man like you."

"Don't be so sure of that, junior. The years haven't caught up with me yet."

Just then, a honking horn sounded from out in the street. Jack closed his bag and stood up with it.

"Gotta split, Pop," he said. "You take care of yourself, okay?"

"You too, Son. Just too bad you didn't tell me more about that 'strange stuff.' I could've kept it warm for you until your next shore leave."

"You'll do all right on your own, Pop. Get a piece of ass for me, huh?"

"Sure, kid."

They embraced. Then Jack, the son, left to catch his ride back to his ship and Matt, the father, settled down in an easy chair with a fresh can of beer to think in private about what it would be like to be young again.

Matt grumbled when the doorbell rang a few minutes after Jack had gone. "Don't need any damned company when I'm sitting around worrying that my own son's getting more pussy than I am."

When the ringing continued, Matt finally got up to answer. On his way through the house, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, automatically flexing his biceps so his tattoo rippled. Then, with his other hand, he patted his flat, hard belly.

"Christ, I still got it," Matt told himself. "While Jack's jacking off in the middle of the ocean on his ship, I'll be getting all the pussy I can handle back here at home. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky right away with another one of those door-to-door sales-cunts?"

He'd fucked one of them just last month. She'd been selling Bibles for Christ's sake. Sure, she wasn't as young as Matt would've liked her to be, but that's why he'd butt-fucked her. At least her ass was as tight as any teenager's cunt.

Indeed, thinking about it, by the time he opened the door, Matt had himself a hardon. Which was why he abruptly turned as red as a beet with embarrassment as he saw who had come calling.

"Hi, Uncle Matt!" she said, standing there in her tight cut-off jeans and skimpy halter. "Do you think I could come in for a minute and talk to you about something?"

"Uh, sure, Melanie honey," Matt nervously replied to his sister Britney's teenaged daughter. "Always got time for my favorite niece. What's it all about?"

"I'd rather wait until we're inside," Melanie said. "Is Aunt Libby around?"

"No, she's off somewhere," Matt answered. "And Jack just left for his ship so I'm rattling around by myself in the house."

"Good," Melanie said, brushing past her uncle so her jiggling tits briefly scraped his arm and raised goose bumps on it. "'Cause this is real private."

They went to Matt's den. He was glad to sit down so he could hide his stubborn hardon with his lap. His niece sat too, directly across from him, providing just enough of a view into her cut-offs so Matt swore he could see pussy hair. He was almost sure the little girl wasn't wearing only panties.

"Well?" Matt asked, anxious to get this over with so he could go beat his meat.

"No point in beating around the bush, Uncle Matt. I know you're a stand-up guy."

"Then, uh, shoot," Matt muttered uneasily.

"It's Jack," Melanie said.

"What about him?" Matt gulped, sensing disaster.

Melanie paused. Her eye-contact became more intense. Trapped by her stare, her uncle began to sweat.

"Jack fucked me, Uncle Matt."

Jesus, Matt thought as his blood seemed to drain from everyplace except his rigid cock, so this was what his boy had been up to! But that was going too far. Fucking family was over the line, Matt firmly believed. If he didn't, he would have gotten into his sister Britney's pants a long time ago.

"Okay, listen up, little girl, I'll make it good to you," Matt promised his niece, fuming inside at his careless son. "Next time that damned Jack shows his face around here, I'll personally kick his ass for you."

Melanie shifted in her chair. More of her wispy bush showed under her cut- offs. Then, before she spoke again, her dangling fingers traced the tawny slope of one of her inner thighs just shy of her semi-exposed crotch.

"Actually, Uncle Matt," she purred, "that isn't what I had in mind. You see, I'm not pissed off at Jack at all. Well, except that he's left town and can't fuck me again until his next leave. But I was thinking..."

Matt was abruptly on the edge of his chair. His heart felt like it had dropped between his legs, wildly beating in the shaft of his throbbing hardon.

"Something tells me you can definitely help me out, Uncle Matt," Melanie sweetly cooed. "After all, Jack must've inherited what he's got from someone and his Dad seems like the best place to look."

Matt nearly strangled. "God, little girl, you mean what I think you mean?"

"Right on, you're elected," Melanie stated, standing and dropping her cut- offs. "It's your turn to fuck me now, Uncle Matt."

Her hairy cunt was like an explosion between her legs. Then her fingertips reached into the curly jungle, snagging and separating her pussylips so a slice of vibrant pink showed. Next, as she kept her pussy spread, it dripped with the leaking juice of female arousal.

"I'll bet," she then said, "that your cock's as big and hard as my cunt is soaking wet, Uncle Matt. How about it? Eight inches?"

"T-ten," Matt stammered.

"Well, don't expect me to just take your word for it," Melanie teased.

She closed the distance between them. Then, with her teenaged pussy lingering in Matt's face while he sat there in astonishment, she reached down and unzipped his extremely swollen fly. Since he never wore shorts, his muscular prick immediately sprang out at attention.

"I don't even have to see it to know it's a monster," she maintained, closing her eyes. "Got a better way of testing out its size than that."

She refused to look, but she wrapped her slender hand around her uncle's pulsing cock, holding it straight up. Now she slid down on it, bending at the knees so her dripping cunt swallowed Matt's hardon to his balls.

"Oh, no," Melanie sighed, wiggling her hips. "This cock's not any ten inches long. Now, you sure you were telling me the truth, Uncle Matt?"

Matt self-consciously muttered that he thought he'd been accurate. Having the size of his cock questioned was a new experience for him. Only thing he could think of was that he wasn't as hard as he thought he'd been. Was he really getting that old? Couldn't even get it all the way up for a piece of ass as young as his teenaged niece?

"No, Uncle Matt, your cock's definitely not any ten inches," Melanie said, reopening her eyes to stare directly into his. "My cunt never lies to me about how a guy's hung."

"Then how b-big does it feel to you?" Matt stammered.

Melanie shifted on his prick again, twisting it in her tight, young pussy. "Oh," she now giggled, "I'd say this cock's gotta be at least a whole foot long if it's an inch - god... you're HUGE!!"

"Whew, little girl," Matt sighed with relief. "You really had me goin' there for a while."

"Well, then why don't you just get even," Melanie suggested. "Show me who's boss. A little bitch like me needs to be put in her place."

"Did, uh, Jack treat you rough when he, uh, fucked you?"

"He raped me at the drive-in while my date was waiting for me in the car," Melanie answered.

"And?"

"Well, I dug it! Is there any girl who doesn't want to be treated like that by the right guy?"

"How 'bout me?" Matt anxiously suggested. "Know I'm no kid anymore, but I've got plenty of experience."

"You're bad Jack's big, bad Daddy, aren't you?" Melanie spicily replied.

"Yeah..."

"Fuck me, you horny, old stud!"

It was like mainlining an injection from the fountain of youth for Matt. He surged up from his chair with a burst of macho strength, lifting his niece along with him as he impaled her pussy on the spike of his cock.

"Yeah, baby girl, wrap your legs around me!" Matt shouted. "Hold on for dear life. This is gonna be one wild ride. Maybe more than you bargained for."

"That a threat or promise?" Melanie sassily gasped.

"Both!"

"Then don't make either you can't keep, old man," Melanie shot back, taunting him.

"Don't worry about me, little one," Matt rumbled. "I've had plenty of practice whipping bitches like you into line."

That said, Matt carried Melanie to the nearest wall and wedged her between it and him to prop her in the air. Then he began driving into her, the impact from his jack-hammering cock in her pussy causing her skull to bounce repeatedly against the plaster.

"Oh, you bastard... you fucking bastard," Melanie panted between thumps. "Your big cock's ripping me in two."

"And don't you love it?" Matt hissed.

"Yes, yes... God, yes!" Melanie squealed.

She'd climaxed with a trembling shudder. Her female cum leaked from her willingly raped cunt like piss, drenching her uncle's grinding crotch.

"Only problem with a pussy as wet as yours," Matt said with a laugh, "is that it makes it kinda loose for my cock. And, after all, tight's what fucking a young girl's all about. Right?"

He briefly paused, laughing some more.

"So maybe what I need is a nice, fresh hole to fuck," he resumed. "Got any suggestions, little lady?"

"You're the big, old stud," Melanie answered, sassier than ever. "Figure it out for yourself."

"Oh, you know I will, bitch," Matt chuckled. "You know I already have, or I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place. You know exactly what you're in for, don't you? If you think my cock in your cunt was splitting you in two, just you wait."

"Should I hold my breath, old man?" Melanie mocked, spurring her uncle on.

"You might not be breathing at all by the time I'm through with you," Matt cheerfully warned.

Then he was through with the wall. Carrying Melanie away from it, he carted her into the nearest bedroom and threw her on the mattress, his cock and her cunt separating with a loud, wet pop.

"Now you can just do exactly what I say," Matt called down, "or I can force you into it every inch of the way. Which'll it be, bitch?"

"What do you think, bastard?"

Matt snickered, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "This is gonna be extra-rough. I haven't run into one as spunky as you in a long time."

Looming over Melanie, he cocked his right arm. She didn't flinch, she didn't make any move to protect herself. So he slapped her across the face without resistance, raising a glaring welt on her pretty features.

"Is that all the harder you can hit, old man?" she hissed.

He slapped her with his left hand, raising a welt on her other cheekbone.

"That isn't getting your cock into me where it's tightest," Melanie challenged.

"This will!" her uncle vowed.

He grabbed her legs, powerfully wrenching them back over her head to jack-knife her naked body. Then he hooked her feet in the grill of the bed frame, hoisting her up by her ankles. "That more like it? Still think I'm playing?" Matt barked.

"I'll believe it when you deliver the goods," Melanie answered.

He reached down, yanking apart the cheeks of her hoisted ass. For the first time he saw how the hair from her pussy grew so luxuriously into the crack of her bottom, swirling around the dusky eye of her teenaged shitpit.

"Seen guys on board ship that didn't have asses as hairy as yours, baby girl," Matt laughed.

"When you were fucking them?" Melanie taunted.

"Oh, you deserve a whack for that one."

He smacked his niece's ass. Once, twice, first with one hand and then the other, raising the same kind of matching welts on her lower cheeks that he already had on her face.

"I still think you're a fag!" Melanie defiantly replied.

"Sure I am," Matt scoffed. "Just like you're a virgin."

Now he reached into the split of her raised ass, grabbing a twist of hair. Then he yanked it, pulling out the rim of the female opening in which the tugged roots were anchored.

"Hurt good, you hairy-assed little bitch?" Matt spat.

"Yes... yes... hurts sooooo gooooood!" Melanie squealed, as the brutal pain gave her a flash orgasm to end her game-playing. "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck my hairy ass with your big, strong cock, Uncle Matt!"

Matt grabbed his huge prick like it was a weapon, aiming it at her swollen shitpit and setting his hips. He was Mr. Macho, ready to claim the spoils of battle.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he grunted with a war cry, charging forward.

"Kill me if you can!" Melanie screeched as his massive hardon surged up her ass. "Fuck me to death!"

"Then help me, bitch, help me!"

Melanie responded by wriggling her feet out from the bed frame and lowering her legs to scissor them around her uncle's waist. She pulled his goring cock as deep into her ass as it would go. As usual, anything in her ass went right to her clit, this time like an invisible pair of twisting pliers. She climaxed like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"If I don't last through this," she joked, "send my body to my mother. Only you'll have to come up with a reason why I'm wearing such a great, big, fucking smile."

"Uh, maybe you'd better leave your mom out of this," Matt said nervously.

"Aw, to hell with that uptight old prune," Melanie sneered, seizing the opportunity she'd been waiting for to put down her mother for her uncle's benefit. "Can't stand the old bitch. Know what? I'd cut my throat if I thought I was anything like her."

Always hung up on his sister Britney, Matt reacted with anger. "Shouldn't be talking about your own mother that way, you little slut!"

"You gonna fuck my ass, old man, or give me a lecture?" Melanie snapped.

Matt wasn't playing games this time. When he slapped his niece, it was with cold fury.

"Wonder if mom knows her brother's a boy scout," Melanie jeered.

However, in addition to her apparent venom, Melanie also squeezed her ass around her uncle's prick as tight as she could and yanked his cockmeat as hard as possible. Matt was too far gone to resist the incredible friction.

"I'm cumming!" Matt helplessly blurted out.

"But you'd rather be doing it in my mom, wouldn't you? That's why you're so hung up on her, isn't it, Uncle Matt, 'cause you've always wanted to fuck her?" Melanie sharply asked, her voice like a scalpel, making an incision as she acted out the script she and her mother had written in advance.

"Yes! Yes!" Matt admitted, pushed over the brink by a combination of cumming and his niece's power of suggestion. "You're her when she was your age all over again! God... damn... if only she and I could be young again!"

"You'd have fucked her?" Melanie asked, firing questions despite the torrent of cum flooding her bowels from her uncle's spurting cock.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Ah, there's no fool like an old fool," somebody answered, and it sure wasn't Melanie.

When he heard that all-too-familiar voice, Matt froze, his cock instantly drying up in his niece's ass. He looked around - and there she was.

"B-Britney!" he gasped his sister's name, as she stood in the doorway. "I-I can explain everything."

"You don't have to," Britney Jordan drawled. "I've already heard and seen enough."

"So," Britney Jordan said while her brother cringed, "you didn't have the balls to fuck me while we were both still kids but now I walk in on you fucking my daughter."

"Wh-what can I say, Sis?" Matt stammered.

"The truth, Uncle Matt," Melanie coaxed. "Just tell mom the truth."

"Well, you heard her," Britney said. "You already fucked Melanie, so now why don't you listen to her? Give me the truth, Matt, the God's honest truth."

Matt took a deep breath. "I-I just couldn't keep my hands off your little girl, Sis... and maybe that was wrong. But, all those years ago, when you wanted it so much and I ran away... maybe that was wrong, too."

He paused, taking an even deeper breath.

"Christ," he muttered, "I'm so fucking confused about what's wrong and what's right after this, I don't know what the truth is anymore."

Melanie spoke up again, gently prodding her mixed-up uncle. "Don't know what they said when you two were kids, but these days it's simple. No more of that old-fashioned crap about what's right and wrong. Just boils down to one thing. The only mile that matters... is if it feels good, do it!"

Caught between the past and present, Matt looked yearningly at his sister.

"Like I said before, listen to Melanie," Britney calmly answered.

"Be honest, Uncle Matt. If you had it to do all over again, would you still fuck me?" Melanie asked.

"Yes," Matt admitted with a gulp.

"Then what about mom?" Melanie continued. "If you had another chance, would you go ahead this time and fuck her?"

Matt looked at his sister long and hard, then finally, as if his neck were stiff, he warily nodded. However, the real essence of his response could be seen in the other part of his body that had stiffened for his cock had become totally rigid again.

"And," Melanie said, "if mom took you up on it right here and now?"

Matt couldn't answer, for he was speechless as he watched his sister doing just that - taking him up on it right here and now. What other reason could Britney have for beginning to strip before his popping eyes?

"Yes, brother dear," she purred as her blouse dropped down her slender shoulders to reveal her bare tits, "this time there's nowhere for you to run. You're too old to join the Navy, and..."

Britney's voice trailed off into a chuckle as she gestured toward the door. Melanie was suddenly there, blocking the only exit so Matt was trapped in the bedroom.

"There's no way out of here."

Now Britney briefly fussed with her skirt and made it fall. All she wore then was a pair of panties. They gave her a more striking appearance than if she'd been stark naked, not because they were so lacy and skimpy, but because they were a throwback to the earliest era of her shared youth with her brother.

"Girls don't wear these anymore," Britney said of the white cotton briefs which hugged her loins, a telltale shadow at their crotch. "But they turned you on plenty in the old days, didn't they, Matt? Seems to me I remember more that a few pairs of mine missing when I was just around Melanie's age."

"Yeah, Sis, I took 'em," Matt sheepishly confessed.

"When they were nice 'n' dirty... like, mmmm, this?" murmured Britney, rubbing her squishing pussy through the snug fabric.

A wet stain abruptly began to spread between her thighs. If Britney kept it up, she was bound to make herself climax.

"I'll bet you used to jack off in my panties, didn't you, Matt?" Britney moaningly teased. And when her brother nodded that he had, she added, "But only after I'd cum in them first, kiddo, before you got around to stealing them. Like, ahhhh, this."

Her orgasm was immediate. Female cum leaked down her sleek inner thighs like an extremely sticky form of piss.

"Mmmmm, just think of it, Matt," sighed Britney, "my cum and your cum all mingled in the same place. Just too bad it had to be in my silly little cotton panties instead of inside my horny cunt. "

"God, Sis, I'm ready!" Matt rasped, his whole body straining along with his cock as he left the bed to close the distance between Britney and him. "I'll make it up to you."

"Then you'll have to get past these for once and for all," Britney teased, flaunting the stained panties.

Her brother reached for her but Britney playfully darted around him, scampering to the bed he'd just left. There she swiftly peeled the panties off, seeming at first to have changed her mind about making Matt get past them. But then she imaginatively put them to use in a way designed to drive him just a little bit more crazy.

"Yes, if you want to finally fuck me, Brother Dear, my panties are the last thing left between my cunt and your cock," Britney called, virtually hypnotizing Matt with her current behavior.

Her knees were pulled up to her tits, exposing her hairy cunt. In her right hand she held the last item of clothing. And while spreading her pussylips with her left hand, she began stuffing those girlish underpants inside her juicy cunt gash.

"Must've done this to more than one of the pair of panties you stole when we were kids, Matt. That's right, I would wad them all the way up in my cunt like this."

Slowly the cotton fabric disappeared within her pussy, first the waistband, then the elastic around the opening for her legs, and finally the gloriously stained crotch. With a crooked grin she next removed her hands, her pussylips closing to a swollen version of their normal position.

"Well, now the rest is up to you, Matt honey," Britney beckoned, wiggling a crooked finger.

Pulled relentlessly forward by the magnetic attraction of his sister's kinky invitation, Matt returned to the bed. When he arrived, he climbed aboard and Britney spread her legs in his face so the panties in her cunt peeked out from between her glistening cuntlips.

"I know you're not clumsy enough just to use your hands," Britney chuckled when her brother's hot breath caressed her inner thighs.

Matt knew exactly what she meant, he'd have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to. And even then, the momentum provided by his flaring nostrils as he smelled his sister's fragrantly waiting cunt would have led him to the choice that made the most erotic sense.

"Ooooh, that's right, soooo right!" Britney swooned as her brother's hungry mouth sealed her welcoming pussy and Matt turned on the suction. "Suck, suck, suck! Suck my little girl's cotton panties right out of my hot, woman's cunt! Suck them out so you can make room for your cock and finally fuck me!"

The sound of Matt's eager slurping filled the room. The panties were dislodged from his sister's cunt and pulled halfway into his mouth, part of them dangling down his chin along with dribbling spit and pussyjuice.

"Mmmmm, don't stop now. Feels too good to stop. Won't let you stop now," Britney lustily gusted.

She reared up beneath her brother, abruptly rolling them over so their positions were reversed. Now on top of the action, Britney swiveled around in a half-circle and moved in on Matt's crotch. As he continued sucking the panties out of her pussy, she returned the favor by beginning to suck his prick in a sister-brother sixty-nine.

Soon the panties fell completely away from the union of Matt's mouth and Britney's cunt. She picked them up and brought them to her half of the action. Adding to the blowjob she was giving her brother, she wiped his ass and rubbed his balls with the soft cotton of her girlish underpants.

"Before I fuck you, Sis," Matt then groaned into the nest of Britney's pussy, "I'm gonna have to cum in your mouth first. We've sucked too much for me to hold it back anymore."

Britney clearly had no worry that a mouthful of cum not might subtract a drop from a cuntful of cum she would get when they were ready to move from sucking to fucking. So she increased her oral pressure on her brother, deep-throating his entire cock. In addition she squeezed his balls with her panty-wrapped hand, priming the pump even more.

"Yeah, I'm boiling over!" Matt gurgled, sinking his tongue to the depths of his sister's cunt at one end of the action at the same time his prick erupted in her mouth at the other end.

So much cum suddenly gushed from Matt's cock that at first Britney's face swelled from the excess. But then she caught up with the creamy flow, matching every spurt with a gulping swallow. By the time Matt's balls were drained, she'd surrendered only a few stray drops of cum. These trickled from the corners of her sticky grin and when the sixty-nine was over, brother and sister faced one another again.

"God, Sis," Matt sighed, pussy-juice drooling from the corners of his mouth. "You sure as hell were worth the wait."

"But," Britney teased, "seems to me like I'm still waiting."

She paused for a second, just long enough to change her tone to pure smoke.

"Fuck me, Matt, fuck me now!" she smoldered.

Then, jumping up on all fours, Britney parted her asscheeks. Showcased between them, her cunt spread from the rear.

"That's right," she called over her shoulder. "Fuck me like I'm a bitch in heat. Dog-fuck me, Matt!"

Matt might have temporarily lost something off his hardon when he came in Britney's mouth, but once he saw her rear-spread cunt juicily waiting for his cock he got another hardon that was like steel.

"You want my cock in your pussy fast or slow, Sis?" he asked, panting with anticipation.

"Rip me, stud, rip me!" Britney urged.

Matt's cock surged toward its waiting target. Barging into Britney's pussy, his cock was instantly buried to the root.

"You've got every inch now, Sis!" Matt rasped.

"Mmmmm, don't I know it," swooned Britney, squeezing her pussy muscles around the length of her brother's hilted hardon. "Now let's move... move... move!"

She had started rocking to and fro on her knees. Matt rhythmically matched her poetry in motion, rolling his hips along with her steady beat to whip up a furious brand of friction between cock and stud.

"Ahhhh, in and out... back and forth," Britney moaned. "Never felt a bigger prick in my pussy."

"That's 'cause your pussy's so tight to begin with, Sis," Matt said, returning the compliment. "Your tight pussy'd make any guy seem extra-hung."

"Is my pussy as tight as Melanie's?" Britney asked.

"If I didn't know any better," Matt honestly answered, "I'd swear you were sisters. Twins. Close my eyes and I can hardly tell you apart in the sack."

Little did Matt know that Britney had been counting on this sort of response from him. Unwittingly, he'd just set himself up for the next phase of the action.

"Twins, huh?" Britney lilted. "Well, let's put it to the test. Go ahead, Matt, and do just that. Close your eyes."

Caught up in dog-fucking his sister, Matt had temporarily forgotten that his niece was still right there. But what Britney now hinted at certainly got him to remember with a fresh rush of anticipation. And, shutting his eyes now, he was not disappointed.

Melanie had returned to the bed to burrow in on the action from the rear. While her uncle's cock continued pumping into her mother's pussy, she stuffed both of Matt's hairy balls in her mouth and started sucking.

"You can still tell the difference between us now, 'cause we just started working together on you, Matt," Britney told her brother. "But just keep those eyes closed and sooner or later we'll have you so mixed up that you won't know which of us you're doing what to or which of us is doing what to you."

"Shit, I must be dreaming!" Matt declared. "And if I am, damn, I hope I never wake up."

Clearly he was ready to have his mind blown by his sister Britney and niece Melanie. Mother and daughter went expertly to work.

They started by bringing the dog-fuck to its conclusion, since Matt could keep them straight as long as it was still going on. So now Britney cork-screwed his prick in her cunt while Melanie increased her suction on his nuts. In addition, the latter added a finger up her uncle's gritty ass for some direct stimulation of the throbbing gland at the base of his cock and balls.

"Jesus, gonna bust wide open!" Matt bellowed.

His prick bucked and erupted in his sister's cunt, pouring forth liquid fire. Every spurt of the way, his niece was down below helping to milk his balls with her sucking and gouging finger up his ass.

Then, as his supply of cum reached exhaustion, Matt weakened and breathed in ragged gusts. With sweat bathing his trembling body, the years seemed to be catching up with him.

"Man, oh, man," he wearily admitted, "don't know how much more of this I can take. Maybe you two are just too much of a good thing."

Britney pulled away from in front, her brother's wilted cock flopping out from her swamped cunt. Melanie released her uncle's aching balls and jerked her finger out of his ass with a loud pop. It had been all that was holding Matt up and now he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Shit," he moaned, "if only this'd happened to me when I was still a young enough stud to make it work for me all the way to the end."

After looking down at Matt, Melanie shrugged, thinking they'd pushed him too far. But her mother bristled with enthusiasm.

"Perfect," Britney confidently whispered. "We've got him right where we want him."

Then, signaling for her daughter to follow her lead, Britney leaned down to Matt's lifeless crotch and started licking his limp cock and sagging nuts. Melanie had her doubts it would work, but she'd learned not to underestimate her mother.

The tongues of mother and daughter now went to work in between Matt's legs. Soon his cock, balls and ass had been slicked with warm female spit. Slowly but surely the signs of life began to reappear in his prick.

"Oh, God, I'm on the way back already," Matt announced. "Don't believe it, but I am. This time I really must be dreaming!"

He interrupted himself with a pleasurable shudder as the two female tongues lapped his prick, one up toward the head, the other down the shaft toward his balls. Then they switched directions, meeting at the midpoint of his cock. They worked together, dancing on his swelling cockhead and swooping down to each slurp a churning ball.

"Wow," Melanie gasped in surprise when she saw his hardon.

Her mother just winked at her and then went back to work, this time using her tits. Melanie quickly joined in with hers. The four titties, each capped with a rigid nipple, squirmed all over Matt.

"I sure as hell have died and gone to heaven!" Matt crowed.

Then Britney and Melanie added to his pleasure, using their hairy pussies along with their tits to rub Matt into a panting frenzy. They were all over him now, nakedly slipping and sliding over his pinned-down body.

"Gotta fuck somebody!" he croaked. "Gotta get my cock into something tight and female before I waste the biggest load of cum this old boy's ever had to shoot."

"You'll get all the fucking you can handle, maybe more," Britney told her brother. "But you've got to meet our terms."

"Just name it!" Matt promised.

"Then open your eyes now, after you count to three," he was told. "You'll see what the deal is."

Matt agreed and rasped through the numbers. Then his eyes blinked open, focusing on the incredible sight awaiting him. Having hunched over with their backs turned, his sister and niece had hidden their faces under a blanket and hoisted their asses so their rear-spread cunts completely dominated their naked bodies.

"Christ, I can't tell one of you from the other!"

This was, of course, exactly what Britney and Melanie had intended.

"Damn, if I don't know one cunt from the other, what the hell?" Matt said, a grin creeping across his face. "I'll just go ahead and fuck them both and then try to figure out which cunt is which."

This was also, of course, exactly what Britney and Melanie had intended, knowing just how the macho Matt would react. After all the talk about them being more like twin sisters than mother and daughter, now they'd find out for sure whether their cunts were really identical, testing them by having both fucked by the same cock in a single session.

Matt went eagerly to work, his cock tireless. Back and forth he thrust between the pair of pussies, dog-fucking them both. However, it remained impossible for him to decide which cunt he was fucking at any given time.

Matt decided, though, that he'd have the last laugh. He waited until the dual friction generated by their cunts on his prick had his balls in an uproar, the dam between his legs ready to burst. That's when he reached forward to whip the blanket off their heads, exposing their faces.

"Watch the birdie!" he joked on the square, aiming his cock straight at their surprised expressions.

Then, after a single stroke, his hardon gushed with a jetting stream of cum. It rained down on Britney and Melanie, splattering their hair and dribbling down their features.

He laughed while his cum continued to unload. "Since your cunts both did the job on my cock just the same, I figured you both ought to get my cum together, too."

Britney and Melanie accepted this without question. For it meant that indeed it was true, their pussies were totally alike. And now mother and daughter celebrated their equality by sharing Matt's cum by licking it off one another, as his cock slowed to an oozing trickle.

This time Matt decided to just watch. At his age he guessed he ought to know when to quit. Britney and Melanie sure didn't, though. Before long they were curled in a lesbian sixty-nine. And at this point Matt changed his mind, acting as young as he felt instead of worrying about the calendar, following the lead of his teenaged hardon as he jumped back into the action.

"Wow, did you catch the expression on Uncle Matt's face when he finally passed out?" Melanie chuckled, on the way home with her mother after the sucking and fucking. "What a grin. Aunt Libby'll have to pry it off his face when she finds him like that."

"Believe me, if anybody knows how, it's your aunt. She's had plenty of practice. She's been making Matt miserable for years," Britney noted. Then, with a sigh, she added, "But that's a marriage for you. I ought to know."

Melanie was surprised. "Gee, Mom, you mean you and Dad?"

"'S nothing in particular," Britney sighed some more. "Just marriage in general. It gets to be so boring."

"Then you don't love Daddy anymore?" Melanie haltingly asked.

"Oh, sure I do," Britney said. "Want nothing but the best for him. But I'm afraid it just isn't me, not after all these years. Fact is, we haven't fucked in months."

"But you're not gonna divorce Daddy or anything like that, are you?" Melanie asked nervously.

"Oh, never," Britney said. "Just wish, though, that there was a way to get your father out of his rut so he could start enjoying life again." "Why doesn't he have an affair?" Melanie logically suggested.

Britney shook her head. "Your father would never cheat. He's too much of a family man for that. No, things'd have to pick up for him at home or not at all. Right under his nose, so it just happened to him without him having to plan anything in advance."

"Like, uh, for instance, what?" Melanie warily asked, sensing that her mother was definitely leading up to something.

Britney waited a long time before she finally answered, "I think you know, darling."

"God, Mom, you m-mean... you don't mean that, do you?" Melanie choked.

"You tell me," prompted Britney.

Now it was Melanie's turn to wait a long time before answering, and she could hardly believe her own ears when she eventually muttered, "F-fuck him? Me fuck Daddy?"

Britney nodded. "Just something to think about, dear... if you really love your father as much as I know you do."

They didn't discuss it again, but Melanie couldn't get the idea of actually fucking her own father out of her mind after it had been planted there. She guessed that was her mother's strategy.

"I mean, even if suppose I did come on to Daddy," Melanie told herself. "He'd never stand for it. With the others things were different. Even if they were all family, too, Jack, Gary, mom and Uncle Matt were as horny as me. But Daddy's such a straight-arrow that he'd probably flip out."

She just had to forget the whole crazy idea, she warned herself. Except that doing so was difficult on this particular Saturday when she happened to be home alone with her father. And Melanie was willing to bet that her mother had set it up this way, counting on temptation getting the best of her.

Now Melanie suspiciously reviewed the events that had occurred earlier in the day. Supposedly her grandfather on their mother's side was feeling under the weather and her mother and brother had gone to see him, leaving Melanie behind to do the housework, while her Dad wound up behind the lawnmower. But now, a couple of hours later, Melanie took a break from the laundry to slip upstairs and check out her growing suspicions about Gary and their mom with a phone call.

"Hi, Gramps," she said to her grandfather over the line. "How you doing?"

He said he'd never felt better. Then, in the course of a pleasant conversation, Melanie found out he was getting ready to go fishing with his cronies. He never mentioned visitors and obviously nobody had dropped in on him today.

"So," Melanie muttered when she hung up, "mom was lying about Gramps. She and Gary are probably in some motel fucking right now."

Well, she decided, she couldn't blame them for that. But she also couldn't help wondering if they had purposely left her by herself with her Dad.

"Just forget it," she lectured herself. "Nothing can happen if you don't let it. Mom can't run your life."

Then Melanie left the phone to return to the laundry. It was only when she started down the basement steps that she realized she didn't hear the lawnmower outside anymore. And then, stopping short, she saw that her father was fussing around the washing machine instead of doing the yard.

"Mmm, these are the best," Bud Jordan sighed. "Smells just like a young girl ought to."

Then he stuffed his teenage daughter's worn panties into his pocket and slipped out of the basement.

So, a stunned Melanie realized, it wasn't just her brother who'd been taking her panties. And when she didn't hear her father start up the lawnmower again, she went back into the house and tip-toed toward her parents' bedroom.

At this point, all thoughts about her mother setting things up had ceased to matter to Melanie. For the idea of someone turning on to her stolen panties was like a drug to her, irresistibly drawing her to the thief.

The bedroom door was ajar and Melanie peeked inside. And her cunt was immediately as wet and hot as her father's exposed cock was hard and throbbing. This time she didn't hang back to simply eavesdrop, too horny to watch her panties trigger a hand-job when she knew she could do so much better in person.

"Don't say anything, Daddy," she boldly told her father, stepping into the room. "I'm just here, that's all. Talking won't change anything. What's meant to be is meant to be."

She sensually approached the bed, leaving a trail of her clothes behind. All that was left by the time she arrived were the panties she was wearing today.

"Here, Daddy," she purred, "I think you'll like these better."

Melanie placed her father's hand between her legs where a damp stain was spreading. She made him rub her cunt through the damp fabric while she reached down and stroked his rigid prick.

"Would you like some sucking first, Daddy? "

Bud Jordan speechlessly nodded. Then he lay there without a muscle moving except his pulsing hardon, while his all-but-naked daughter straddled him in the sixty-nine position. She took his cock in her mouth and sat down on her father's face, making him eat her cunt through her sopping panties.

Bud's tongue lapped her cunt and up the crack of her ass through the flimsy fabric. Melanie climaxed, simultaneously deep-throating her father's long, thick cock to his hairy balls.

So, Melanie thought, this was the cock that had shot the cum which had given her life. What did that cum taste like? she wondered. In order to find out she turned her mouth into a cunt, fucking her Dad's big prick with it instead of giving him a routine blowjob. She clutched his balls, priming them.

As he'd been advised by his daughter, Bud Jordan had still not spoken. But now, down below, he groaned like an animal between her legs as she sucked his prick up above toward the bursting point.

When her father's hips began to buck, Melanie reacted to the telltale signs, temporarily releasing enough of his cock to urge: "That's right, Daddy. Come! Come for me now. Come in my mouth with your big, juicy cock!"

Then she swooped back down on his straining hardon, pumping his nuts in the process.

The final squeeze of the trigger, though, was when she shot the middle finger of her free hand up his tight ass.

In response Bud Jordan howled. As his cock exploded in his daughter's throat, he bit at Melanie's panties with his teeth and savagely ripped them away from her cunt.

What occurred next, though, was distinctly human. While Melanie matched every spurt from his climaxing cock with a gulping swallow, Bud sank his tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it until she was cumming in his mouth as much as he was cumming in hers. Father and daughter ended up wallowing in one another's cum, what they didn't drink slobbering down their chins.

"Oh, Daddy... Daddy," Melanie gurgled with happiness, "that's the sweetest cum I ever tasted. I'm so proud that it's the cum that got me born."

Then she licked up what was left, as a few remaining drops dribbled from her father's sucked cock. After that she kissed his crotch all over, keeping his hardon in rigid working order with her oral attention. And returning the favor, he ran his tongue all over the pulsating folds of her pussy, making sure her lower lips and clit remained swollen.

"Are you ready to fuck now as much as I am, Daddy?" Melanie soon asked.

After feeling her father nod between her thighs in agreement, Melanie broke up the completed sixty-nine and faced him again. He was still nodding, his eyes glazed as if he were in a trance. Melanie decided she liked it that way because it gave her the chance to remain in charge.

"Just relax, Daddy, relax and enjoy it," she soothed. "Your not-so-little- girl will do all the work. Then, if you start feeling guilty later, you can always tell yourself that I practically raped you."

Then Melanie was kneeling astride her father, looking down on him. His expression was blank. When she reached for his prick, though, it vibrantly twitched and throbbed in her grasp as she held it upright to line it up with her hovering pussy.

"Just gonna slip my pussy right on down your big cock now, Daddy," she told her silent partner. "Mmmm, hmmm, exactly... like... oooooh, this."

Melanie had just made the plunge. Maybe her father wasn't hung any more than her brother, cousin or uncle, but fucking him from on top sure made it feel like he was. Once she'd hilted his standing prick straight up inside her cunt, she'd never felt so full of anything in her life.

"Okay, now the fun really starts, Daddy," she promised.

Melanie's hips began to swivel, cork-screwing between her twisting pussy and her father's captive cock. His balls got tangled in the crack of her butt, their churning heat warming her ass so it puckered up extra tight.

"Oh, Daddy, hope you don't mind if I start cumming right away," Melanie sighed.

Her cunt slipped repeatedly up and down the pole of her father's cock, the lips pulling in and out of her pussy gash in the process. Melanie was tireless, seeming to have springs in her hips the way she constantly rose and fell.

And down below, Bud Jordan watched, his eyes following Melanie's bouncing movement. But, except for this, he might as well have been wearing a mask. He didn't smile, he didn't frown. He hardly even seemed to breathe, submitting totally to being fucked by his daughter.

Meanwhile, though, Melanie was generating enough erotic energy for the both of them. By now she seemed to cum again every time her cunt was lifted or jammed down on her father's hardon.

"Love it! Love it!" she cried. "Why did I wait so long to fuck you, Daddy? My pussy was just made for your cock!"

Bud Jordan said nor indicated nothing. But he didn't have to for his daughter to be getting off as much as humanly possible. For the time being all that mattered to Melanie in her runaway fuck-lust was how his massive prick was there for her cunt to fuck, its rigid bulk treating her to one orgasm after another.

Eventually, however, Melanie had to crave more than just additional cumming for herself. Her pussy began thirsting for her father's cum. With a cock as big and hard as his, she expected plenty. At least as much as he'd shot in her mouth during their sixty-nine.

"Daddy? You almost ready? My cunt's ready. Ready for you to cum like mad."

Melanie glanced down at her father for an answer. He stared back, but seemed to look right through her. For the first time Melanie began to wonder if he was all right.

"Daddy... are you having trouble?" she asked, sitting all the way down on his prick and staying there. "Is it hard for you to cum again so soon or something?"

Bud Jordan said nothing. He didn't even blink.

"Maybe I came on too strong, huh? That it, Daddy?"

She paused for a moment, thinking it over.

"Jeez, Daddy, if there's something you wanna do, I'm ready for whatever it is."

Bud Jordan's face was practically stone.

"Anything, Daddy!" Melanie pleaded with frustration. "Anything!"

And, at last, Melanie got a response from her father. It started down in his throat, that same animalistic sound she'd heard just before he'd cum in her mouth during the sixty-nine.

His growl sent chills up and down Melanie's spine. But the important thing was how it made her pussy spasm. She climaxed again on the spot just from listening to her father.

"Yes, Daddy!" she blurted. "Scare me! Keep scaring me!"

Bud Jordan bared his teeth. To his daughter they looked like a wolf's.

"Oh, Daddy," Melanie whimpered, "all of a sudden you make me feel so helpless. Like you might do just about anything to me... but that's what I already said I wanted, wasn't it? Yes, anything, Daddy, anything."

That was the last she said for all at once, her snarling father reared up from beneath her. He was incredibly strong and Melanie, like she'd just admitted, was helpless now.

Bud rolled them over, looming up on top of the action with Melanie pinned beneath him. After she'd provided all the movement for so long, now his huge cock jack-hammered in her cunt. But that wasn't all. He savagely mauled her tits, guaranteeing they'd wind up black and blue. And through it all was that constant animalistic growl.

Now Melanie responded in kind, squealing like the female animal. And if she seemed to struggle, digging her nails into her father's back, it only served to spur him on to fuck her harder and harder.

Then, with his cock buried in his daughter's cunt after a vicious thrust, Bud Jordan's entire body flexed on top of Melanie. The way his muscles rippled against her, they felt like snakes.

Melanie knew what it meant. Recovering her human voice, she cried, "Yes, Daddy, yes!"

Bud Jordan, though, was still an animal. He slobbered all over Melanie's ravaged tits as his cock pumped its scalding cream into her pussy. Then he bit them and Melanie climaxed from the intense pain.

"Hurts sooo goooooood!" she swooned. "More, Daddy, hurt me more! Bite me, rip me, fuck me!"

Bud Jordan promptly went further. Slowed to a dribble but as stiff as ever, his cock left his daughter's swamped cunt for a fresh and tighter hole to conquer. Shifting a notch below, his massive cockhead mashed against the puckered opening there.

"God, can I take it?" Melanie asked herself.'

It was a meaningless question because she had no choice. Her father was already forcing his enormous prick into her narrow ass channel. But Melanie answered herself anyway.

"Yes! There's no cock too big to fuck my ass!" she cried. "I'll take it all if it kills me!"

Her father laughed at her spunk. Then he laughed even more when the merciless surge of his muscular cock up her girlish ass made her squeal with agony.

"This isn't fucking, it's murder!" Melanie rasped.

But she held on. Indeed, she went beyond just holding on, actually making the penetration of the cock in her ass more savage. For she had just raised her legs and hooked them over her father's shoulders, angling his ass-fucking cock practically straight down in her shitpit.

"Fuck me to death if you can, Daddy! I don't care what happens to me as long as I get to take your prick every way a girl can!"

After having hilted his prick to his balls, Bud Jordan now began pistoning. As his thrusting cockmeat moved back and forth in her ass, it was inevitable that Melanie's bowels would react to the strain. Soon she was shitting all over Bud's battering cock. However, this wasn't her only form of release.

Melanie cried, "I'm cumming, Daddy! Cumming and shitting... shitting and cumming at the same time!"

But her father wasn't satisfied he'd gotten everything out of her yet. So now his hand probed her cunt.

"Ooooh, Daddy," Melanie groaned, "you're making me do it all for you, aren't you?"

Her cunt then erupted with liquid gold.

"I'm pissing now!" she screeched. "Pissing, shitting and cumming!"

And then she was screaming nonstop, because her father had resumed biting her tits while his cock jack-hammered her sweet ass and he finger-fucked her gushing pussy.

"Finish me off, Daddy!" Melanie pleaded, feeling as if her very life were draining from her pissing, shitting, cumming body.

But what happened next made Melanie feel as though she'd live forever. Suddenly she wasn't the only one with her juices flowing.

One instant her father's cock was still a brutal weapon. But in the next it had turned into a spurting instrument of the utmost pleasure.

As her fucked ass was swamped with her father's scalding cream, Melanie relaxed and enjoyed the gushing fruits of her labor. She felt like she'd been taken to hell and back, only to wind up in heaven on earth.

"Mmmm, Daddy," she sighed, "it's what every girl gets off on the most."

Her father didn't say anything as he finished shooting his wad. In fact, he'd said nothing throughout their incredible fuck-session.

Silently withdrawing his filthy cock from his daughter's ass, Bud Jordan made her clean it off by forcing a quick blowjob. Melanie would've sucked his cock indefinitely, but then he pulled out of her mouth too and left the bed without a word. He didn't even look at her again as he disappeared into the nearby bathroom. Melanie heard the shower start.

She didn't know what to think, what to do. Her ravaged senses provided the answer. Collapsing under the strain of so much savage sex, they dragged her down into a swirling pit of darkness and she crashed, passing out on the bed. And when she was eventually awakened, as if from a dream, it was by the sound of the lawnmower. Her father was cutting the grass like nothing had ever happened.

Well, it hadn't been just a dream, Melanie knew. She was too sore all over for that. And her father's cum still oozed from her fucked ass and pussy. Yet, somehow it was all so disconnected.

After she'd soaked in the tub and put on fresh clothes, Melanie went outside in an attempt to get her bearings. Her father was putting the finishing touches on the yard he'd mowed and she wasn't sure how to confront him.

"Hi, hon," he called with a big grin, kneeling up from a flower bed to cheerfully wave. "Where've you been all day? Taking a nap?"

"Yeah, uh, sure, Daddy," Melanie muttered, stunned.

For a while she just stood there, waiting for him to at least give her a knowing look. But he was more interested in the weeds around the roses, and he gradually ignored her completely as he bent back down to pull them.

Finally Melanie wandered away and her father didn't even seem to notice she was gone. However, halfway across the yard, she stopped short and seriously considered going back to force the issue. Instead, though, she remained put because her mother and brother had swung around the corner in the family station wagon.

Melanie lingered at a distance, feeling like the ghost of a dead relative at a family reunion. She watched and listened without receiving the slightest bit of notice from her mother, brother or father.

"Yeah, I spent the whole day in the yard," her Dad said. "Haven't taken a break since you left. How's old Gramps?"

Gramps was feeling better. Britney and Gary were really glad they'd gone because he needed the company. He'd picked right up once they were there.

"Lies... lies," Melanie muttered, and wandered away for good.

Back in the house, she stayed just long enough to leave a note that said she'd be at the library doing some homework and wouldn't be back for dinner. Then she walked the streets for hours, trying to figure out what it all meant.

There were so many questions to be answered. Had her mother set up the meeting between her father and herself? Was Gary in on it, too? And why had her Dad refused to give her even the slightest sign of recognition after they'd fucked?

Until today everything had seemed to be going so well. But now, after the bizarre episode with her father, Melanie was hopelessly confused. And, although she had fled from there in an attempt to get her head back on straight, Melanie now realized that there was only one place that held the answers to her questions. She turned around to return there now, home.

It was later than she had previously thought when she got back to the house and nobody was up. But then she heard muffled voices from down the hall. Curious, she stole to her parents' bedroom and put her ear to the door.

"That business with the panties worked like a charm," Bud Jordan told his wife. "Couldn't believe how damned hot it got her. Where'd she ever pick up on that?"

"You can thank Gary," Britney Jordan replied. "That's how it all started with Melanie and the rest of us. She was just fucking her boyfriends until she caught her little brother stealing her panties. Then she turned me on to it, too. After that - well, I've already told you who'd been fucking who lately in this crazy family. The panties were the key."

"Then you really don't think Melanie would have let me fuck her if I hadn't let her catch me with them?"

"Let's just say they were an insurance policy," Britney Jordan chuckled. "If I couldn't convince the little girl she ought to fuck Daddy on her own, I had to think of something that'd push her over the line."

"Well, I fucked the shit out of her before I was through," Bud Jordan sighed. "And then I left her without a word and went right back to cutting the grass. It was tough, though, not letting her know what a terrific piece of ass she is. God, can that girl fuck. Poor, little thing, she looked completely lost when I saw her afterward and wouldn't hardly give her the time of day. Wished you hadn't made me do that."

"You just let me do the thinking, Bud," Britney cautioned. "I know what's best for Melanie and all of us. If my plan is going to work, she has to suffer. You'll see. Trust me. And in the meantime..."

"Damn, you horny old bitch," Bud laughed, with a horny surge of his own in his response.

"Not so old that my brother Matt could tell any difference between my cunt and Melanie's," Britney lilted. "Got the pussy of a teenager."

"How about your ass?" Bud teased.

"It's right here for the testing, stud."

"Mmmm, sure is."

"Then what're you waiting for?"

"Absolutely nothing, babe."

And from the other side of the door, Melanie heard her thrusting father grunt and her mother squeal on the receiving end. This was the final straw. After having been assured by her mom that her parents' sex life was zero, they were butt-fucking like a couple of horny kids. Feeling totally betrayed, Melanie left them moaning and groaning.

"So mom has a plan to make me suffer," Melanie said, reviewing the strategy she'd decided on. " - Don't get mad, get even."

If there was one person Melanie was sure that her mother wanted to keep clear of the family's incestuous goings-on, it was him, her instrument for revenge. He was a sweet old guy, really, and she loved him dearly, but that wouldn't stop her from using him for her own purpose.

"Anyway," Melanie reasoned as she approached the cottage where her "victim" lived, "at his age I'll be doing him a favor. He probably hasn't had a piece of ass in years." She devilishly laughed. "Especially a piece as young as me."

Then she knocked. He answered the door in a flannel shirt and jeans, an outfit which made him seem a lot younger. And he sure did have a full head of hair, didn't he? It was mostly gray, but he wore it long enough to make him seem more with-it than old. Didn't seem to be an ounce of flab on his lean six-foot frame either. Fact was, whatever his age, he was a damned attractive guy.

"G-Gramps," she nervously greeted him. "Got some time for your best girl?"

"Well, I was heading out fishing, but, uhhh... can do that any time. C'mon in."

As he spoke, the old man noticed the way his granddaughter was dressed, short shorts and tank top with no bra. Her nipples made hard little lumps through the clinging fabric. Then, when she passed by him on her way inside, the lower part of her plump asscheeks wobbled in plain sight.

Melanie could feel his eyes on her. And not wanting to waste any time or a golden opportunity, she turned around to call him on his staring as soon as he'd closed the door.

"See something interesting, Gramps?" she challenged his wide-eyed interest in her sexy, young body.

He surprised her, not only holding his ground but leaving his eyes right on her. "You're showing a lot more than you've got covered, little girl."

Melanie liked his style. It made it easier for her to get sassier sooner.

"I'm not the only one in this room showing something, Gramps," she teased, staring at the telltale bulge in his jeans.

"What're you going to tell me now?" Melanie's grandfather chuckled. "If I show you mine, you'll show me yours?"

"Something like that," Melanie purred. "Who goes first?"

"You do," her grandfather said. "I'll see to that."

He was quick as a cat. Before Melanie could react he sprang across the distance between them, grabbing a handful of her shorts. When he yanked they did more than simply unfasten, ripping apart at the seams so they were suddenly a rag in his powerful grip.

"Now it's your turn to return the favor," he told Melanie, his eyes glued on her exposed cunt.

"Just one thing, Gramps," Melanie panted. "If you're hung nearly as much as I think you are, I'm gonna wanna suck your big, hard prick right away."

"Not any more than I'm gonna suck your sweet, young pussy, little girl."

"Mmmm, you've got yourself a deal!" Melanie hungrily sighed, dropping to her knees.

She snapped open and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down. Her grandfather's rigid cock twanged in her face, jutting up at a sharp angle that would have done justice to the horniest teenaged stud. Its size wouldn't have been out of place on a stallion.

"Wow!" she gasped.

Her grandfather wasn't the type to wait around for something to happen. Taking charge, he guided his huge prick into Melanie's mouth. It was as salty as sea-water, immediately arousing her thirst for the cum that would pour down her throat at the end of this blowjob.

Melanie swiftly turned on the suction. She slurped the big cock farther and farther down its long, thick prickshaft until she'd deep-throated the whole massive cock.

"When I was your age," her grandfather said, "most girls had never even heard of cock-sucking. Different now days, though, for damned sure. Found that out when I moved here. There's a high school right up the street, y'know. Girls like you walk by every day. Then they start dropping in, just like you. Turned out if a fella's got a big cock they don't care how old he is."

Now he started easing down to Melanie's level.

"But, like you kids say, you know what really blows their minds?" he continued. "My tongue in their hot, little pussies. Didn't even have to pay them anymore when they found out about that."

Now, on the floor with her, he got on top of Melanie, forcing her to yield beneath him. Then, once her head and ass were anchored on the floor, he swiveled around so his cock twisted deep in her throat as the rest of him turned in a half-circle.

It was, of course, the necessary maneuver for a classic sixty-nine. And now, Melanie felt her grandfather's hot breath caressing her eagerly awaiting pussy as his mouth closed in between her spread thighs.

"But," her grandfather said just before he started eating out her anxious cunt, "just sucking high school pussy from up the street is one thing. Sure, there've been short ones, tall ones, chubby ones, skinny ones, redheads, brunettes and real blondes. Even a few cheerleaders. Damn, though, none of 'em have been my own granddaughter!"

That said, the lips of his mouth made kissing contact with Melanie's pussylips. His tongue was at the center of it, surging into her pussy gash. When he'd bragged it was long, he hadn't been exaggerating. It was the longest, liveliest tongue Melanie had ever taken up her cunt and it made her climax just like that.

Gramps was definitely addicted to teenaged pussyjuice. Before every swallow he rolled the female honey around in his mouth, letting it seep into his taste buds. Then, when he'd gulp down the load before sucking up another, his big cock would flex and surge at the other end of the action in Melanie's throat.

And she was using her own mouth like a cunt now, dying to drink her grandfather's cum the way he was already feasting on hers. Maybe if she squeezed his balls to go along with the blowjob. Oh, yes, his balls were so fat and round. Smooth, too, almost hairless like a young boy's.

How they churned!

Jizz, cum, cum, Melanie deliriously thought, she just had to have his cum now. And she knew exactly how to pull the trigger. The middle finger of her free hand shot up his ass and on cue, gramp's cock erupted down her throat.

But just because he was shooting his wad didn't mean that Melanie's grandfather slacked off on the pussy-eating half of the sixty-nine. Indeed, as he came himself, his busy tongue prompted further orgasmic activity from his granddaughter.

"Oooh, you eat my pussy so good! Can't stop cumming," Melanie moaned, her grandfather's dribbling prick slipping from her mouth so his cum drooled down her chin.

Even though his wad had now been shot, her grandfather didn't let up on her pussy. What's more, despite his age and all the cum he'd just unloaded, he still had a hardon. Melanie couldn't see letting such a glorious hardon go to waste so she clutched it between her hot, young tits and began tit-fucking Gramps while he kept lurching on her pussy.

They continued this way for several rubbing and slurping minutes. Melanie climaxed repeatedly. And then, after the steady friction of constant tit- fucking, her grandfather's rigid prick seemed ready to spurt once more. Melanie couldn't believe his stamina.

"Oh, yes!" she excitedly urged as his cock-head reddened and the shaft flexed, signaling that another creamy eruption was only an instant away. "Cum, Gramps, cum for me again!"

His big cock promptly squirted and this time Melanie took his cum all over her tits. She had smeared it all over them by the time her grand-father's balls were drained. God, Melanie thought, did she feel beautiful with her fucked titties slimy with cum. So, wanting to show herself off, she squirmed out from beneath the action to finally break up the sixty-nine.

"What do you think, Gramps?" she anxiously asked, bobbing up on her knees to put herself on display. "Any of your cheerleaders ever skinny-dip in your cum so it's dripping off their titties like this?"

"Let me put it this way," her grandfather slyly answered. "You'll do."

It was a classic understatement, made so by the most significant part of his response. His cock was jutting out stiffer than ever.

"Mmmm, Gramps, your prick's some kinda miracle," Melanie sighed with awe at his potency. "Are you ready to start fucking my cunt with it now?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, for one thing, I think that couch over there looks awfully comfy," Melanie purred.

She went over there, sinking her ass into the soft cushions and stretching out. One of her legs dangled down to the floor, while the other wound up hooked over the backrest. Her pussy as wide open as it could get.

"Yes," she murmured, "very comfy. Like floating on a cloud."

"Better watch out, little girl," her grandfather teased. "Might take off like a rocket on you."

"I like flying better than floating anyway," Melanie teased back. "Put me in orbit, Gramps."

"Hold on for the ride then, sweetheart. We're taking off!"

Melanie's grandfather was standing over her now. She fingered her pussylips, offering his throbbing hardon the pink target of her yawning cunt gash. He eased down with his hips between her widely stretched thighs.

"Ram me, Gramps, rip me!" Melanie urged.

But her grandfather did things at his own pace. First he brushed Melanie's stiff clit with just the blunt tip of his prick. This made her shiver from head to toe and a fresh supply of extra juice leaked from her spasming cunt into the hairy crack of her ass.

"Ahhh," she moaned, "I changed my mind. This feels so good. If you wanna take it slow, Gramps, it's all right with me."

And that's when the old man shifted gears, abruptly goring his granddaughter's teenaged cunt with his huge cock like he was a young bull. Just like that, he was fucking Melanie to his balls.

"Wow!" she swooned, breathless from the surprise cock-thrust. "You like to keep a girl guessing, don't you, Gramps?"

"Fucking's like anything else in this life, you've got to keep it interesting," Melanie's grandfather said.

"No," Melanie disagreed. "Not like anything else. More like just plain everything to a girl like me. I'd give up eating, breathing, even living without it. Damn, I'd just go ahead and kill myself if I couldn't fuck anymore!"

She paused, rippling her pussy muscles around her grandfather's hilted prick.

"But don't let what I just said stop you, Gramps," she then cooed. "You just go right ahead trying to keep it extra-special interesting for me anyway. Next to fucking, I love surprises best."

Her grandfather grinned from ear to ear. Obviously this was what he liked best about fucking young girls - they were always ready for whatever a dirty, old man had to give them. He now probed Melanie's ass with a couple of fingers while his cock jammed her cunt.

"Fantastic!" she squealed.

Then her grandfather doubled the volume of her squeal by doubling the number of his fingers up her ass. Climaxing immediately, Melanie girlishly shit all over his hand.

"I love shitting and cumming at the same time," she cried. "Makes me feel so fucking dirty! Am I dirty enough for you, Gramps? Dirtier than those cheerleaders you've been fucking?"

"Filthy!" her grandfather crowed, praising her raw sensuality.

"Oh, God, I love hearing that!" Melanie rasped, caressing her own tits.

"Pinch them. Pinch your nipples, princess. Hurt yourself!" her grandfather grunted.

"Only if you hurt me, too, Gramps!" Melanie eagerly requested.

It was a bargain which was immediately carried out by both sides. While Melanie wrenched her nipples around double, her grandfather added his thumb to the rest of his fingers up her stretched ass. Then, clustering his knuckles within the slimy chute, he had begun to fist-fuck her where she shit while his cock remained buried in her pussy.

"Mmmm, it hurts just right," Melanie whimpered in ecstasy. "Let's really pour it on, Gramps!"

Her grandfather began alternating surges in her fist-fucked ass with cock- thrusts in her pussy. Melanie gave her nipples a brutal workout at the same time, making her tits ache with thrilling pleasure. She climaxed repeatedly, ravaged for several minutes straight.

And then it was time for the perfect ending to the perfect fuck. Melanie could feel it getting ready to happen in her pussy. Even with all the other stimulation, she focused entirely now on the telltale signals provided by her grandfather's flexing prick.

"Are you ready, Gramps?" she asked with breathless anticipation.

"Right away," he told her with equal breathlessness.

"Then let's stop everything else," Melanie requested. "I just wanna groove on that one thing now. The best for last."

She let go of her mauled tits and her grandfather's fist popped out of her collapsing ass. Only his prick remained in place, hilted to the depths of her squeezing cunt.

"Do it, Gramps, do it!" she cried.

Her grandfather's crotch lurched between her thighs, somehow driving his cock even deeper in her pussy. Then he groaned with release and shot the hottest, the creamiest and the most cum that it had ever been Melanie's pleasure to take from a spurting cock in her much-fucked cunt.

"I know from experience all about how young pussy can go for old cock," Melanie's grandfather drawled after the fucking. "But those little chickies from the high school up the street and my own granddaughter are a lot different type of deal, if you know what I mean."

Melanie understood. "In other words, Gramps, you want to know how I got it into my head to invite you into my pants, right?"

He nodded, adding, "And don't bullshit me either, young lady. I want the truth. You're not just here for some cock, I know you can get all of that you need without fucking your old grandDad."

"Shit, Gramps, I should've known I couldn't fool you," Melanie sighed. "Way it turned out, I don't need any reason to come on to you, 'cause, mmmm, you're not getting older, just better. A helluva stud. But, yeah, I was trying to prove something when I showed up here today."

"Then what's it all about? The truth now."

Melanie took a deep breath. "Mom. It's because of mom that I was set on fucking you, Gramps."

At the mention of his daughter the old man rolled his eyes. "Your mother has always been a handful. Since she was a girl. Used to drive her poor brother Matt crazy the way she shook her ass at him and flashed her panties. Hell, got to me, too."

"D-did you ever do anything about it, Gramps?" Melanie stammered.

Her grandfather chuckled as he dipped into his storehouse of bygone memories. "When your mama was just about your age," he confessed, "I used to steal those panties she was always showing off. Girls wore those white, cotton ones in those days and ahhh, your mom's pussy could really leave a pair of those smelling like a rose."

"They still do," Melanie answered. "Just ask Gary. He was stealing both mom's and my panties. In fact, that's how it all started."

From there, Melanie went step by step through the story of how the family had become involved in incest. When she was finished, her grandfather sighed.

"So your mother finally did it, did she? She was always a helluva little flirt at home when she was growing up and after she married your Dad, I always wondered if she teased his prick as much as she'd teased mine and Matt's. How about your pop, anyway? Where's he in all this? Looking the other way, or..."

"Dad fucked me," Melanie matter-of-factly stated. "Mom set it up behind my back. Then she had Daddy pull the plug on me, just cut me off cold. I overheard them talking about it afterwards and she said they'd done it to make me suffer. Before that I thought she and I were a team and when I found out how she's been scheming with Dad, all I could think about was getting even somehow."

"You mean like turning your hot, young pussy loose on your mama's poor, old poppa," Melanie's grandfather chuckled. "Maybe put the old boy flat on his keyster to give your mama something to worry about for a while."

"It wasn't very nice of me, I guess," Melanie sheepishly muttered.

Her grandfather laughed out loud. "Aw, shit, girl, worst I could've done was drop dead while I was fucking you. And you can be damned straight that I'd have died happy."

"Then you're not mad at me for trying to use you, Gramps?"

"Don't hear me complaining, do you, little girl? At my age I'll take my pussy any way I can get it," her grandfather cheerfully assured Melanie. "But listen. If you're still interested in getting back at your mom I've got an idea that would really get her spurs all tangled up."

Melanie, of course, was intrigued.

"Oh, my God, it's perfect!" she squealed with delight after she'd heard what was on his mind. "Mom'll just be blown away!"

"Just don't sell your mother short, sweetheart. Oh, sure, it'll be fun making her squirm at first and you'll get your revenge, all right. But before it's over, she'll come through it just fine and that's why I'm really doing this. Now that this family's finally starting to amount to something, I'm not gonna let it pass me by."

"Pop?" Britney Jordan called through the door into the dark cottage, having driven right out after receiving her father's strange phone call. "You in here?"

There was no answer. But Britney could hear raspy breathing from across the murky room. With deep concern she turned on the light, expecting the worst.

She had anticipated he'd be sprawled on the couch, half dead from a stroke or a heart attack. He'd sounded awful over the phone. But there he was, sitting up, his spine ramrod stiff as he stared straight ahead. His eyes were not only clear, but almost hypnotically so, like two deep blue pools.

Looking right through Britney as if she weren't there, he muttered, "I should've used a rubber. Even at my age. A man's never too old. And she was so damned young. But it never even crossed my mind I still had it in me to knock up the little girl."

Britney Jordan reeled with alarm, certain her poor father was hallucinating. She wondered if he'd been drinking. Then her father's eyes suddenly narrowed, focusing on Britney's face.

"I fucked her," the old man said in a hush. "Right here on this couch. And now..."

"Pop," Britney tried to soothe, "I don't think you've got anything to worry about. Think you're just upsetting yourself over nothing. You're probably just on edge about something that, well, never happened to begin with."

"So you think I can't get it up anymore, huh?" her father hissed.

"Well, mom has been dead for a long time now, Dad," Britney said. "I just naturally figured..."

"That frigid old bitch! It was dead for us a long time before she finally made it official. Now she was the one cunt I really couldn't get it up for."

"Daddy," Britney winced, "please don't talk like this..."

"Aw, it really wasn't your mother's fault. She couldn't help getting old. Just like I can't help liking my pussy young. Sure remember when you started to blossom, Britney. I had it up for you all the time."

He paused, shifting as he sat. There was a definite bulge at his crotch.

"Damn," he declared now, "I can still get it up for you! You'll always be Daddy's little girl, Britney honey."

"Th-this isn't happening," Britney gulped to herself.

He stood, bristling with macho strength, making it clear that he was neither drunk nor sick. Indeed, there seemed only one logical explanation for his astounding behavior - he was horny as hell. And, as his stunned daughter lost her grip on the incredible situation, he was also totally in control.

"When you were growing up, little girl, did you ever wonder what it'd be like to fuck your old man?" he boldly asked. "You ever fall asleep at night thinking about Daddy's big, hard cock? Maybe play with your hot, little pussy a little about it?"

Britney Jordan tried to keep her hold on the present, but she uncontrollably slipped back into the past now. Her father had accurately guessed many hidden truths of her girlhood and something hidden within her snapped. Suddenly she was listening in awe to herself as she revealed secrets that had been buried so deeply that they had never consciously surfaced before.

"I was so jealous of mom," she eerily whispered. "That you were fucking her tired, old cunt, Daddy, when mine was so young and hot for you. I tried to tell myself it was Matt I wanted, but now I know that even if he'd fucked me it wouldn't have been enough. It was your cock I really wanted, Daddy, your cock the whole time."

"And?" he said, his hand lowering to unzip his swollen fly.

"I... Daddy, I think I still do," Britney panted.

Her father pulled it out, ten-plus inches of hard, throbbing prickmeat.

"I know I still do!" Britney cried.

"Then prove it, little girl," her father prompted. "Suck Daddy's cock!"

Britney didn't need to be asked twice. She felt like a cherry teenager all over again as she knelt before the man of her dreams, her father.

"Or maybe," her father now said, "you want to do more than just suck. Maybe you want me to fuck you in the mouth as hard and deep as I can."

Britney eagerly nodded. Her father's hips bucked on cue, powering his massive cock down her throat. He didn't stop until she was gagging on his prick.

"Now squeeze my balls, little girl," he called down. "That's it. See how that makes my cock move so your mouth's like a cunt? Just keep it up and Daddy's hot cum'll be all yours to drink."

As Britney rhythmically pumped his balls, it set the tempo for the repeated cock-strokes in her throat. She was, of course, an expert at sucking cock, but giving head to her own father provided a whole new experience for her. All at once she trembled with an unmistakable climax, the first time she'd ever cum from just giving a blowjob.

Her father picked up on it right away. "Coming, huh, princess?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe I'd better hurry up and catch up with you."

His crotch bucked with added force, making Britney lose her balance. When her knees started skidding from beneath her, her father piled on top of her. Her ass thumped and her skull cracked on the floor. But she couldn't cry out, not with her mouth more filled with cock than ever. Her father pinned her down with all his weight, laying on her as his huge prick jack-hammered her throat.

"Yeah," the old man with the hardon of a teenager rasped, "time for me to cum now, too. Hope you're thirsty for Daddy's cum!"

Then he grunted and shot his wad. It was a creamy flood but his daughter sucked it down as fast as it gushed from his prick. What she didn't swallow slobbered down her chin and trickled from her nostrils. It was probably more cum than any prick had ever given Britney, but, best of all, it was her Daddy's cum.

"Well, now let's take a look at you," Britney's father said when his balls were drained. "Every man thinks his daughter is the prettiest girl in the world, but after he's fucked her mouth she really ought to outdo herself and give him the biggest, sweetest smile he's ever seen."

And, sure enough, when his sucked cock pulled away, Britney flashed a sticky grin. She didn't need to be told she was beautiful in this state because she knew it full well for herself.

"Am I really as beautiful as I feel, Daddy?" she asked.

"Look young and sexy enough to be your own daughter," the old man chuckled.

At the suggestion of Melanie, Britney suddenly lost her grip on her carefree smile. She couldn't help wondering if her father meant something special by bringing Melanie up, or if it was just coincidence. But once it had crossed her mind, Britney had to know for sure.

"Well," she haltingly said in response to her father's remark, "I, uh, don't know about that. Melanie's such an attractive girl."

After she'd said this, Britney knew there was definitely something in the air. The tension she now felt was electric, as her father paused to lock his eyes with hers before answering.

"M-Melanie's such an attractive girl," a stammering Britney repeated. Then, borrowing her father's words, added, "So young... and sexy."

"I know," the old man quietly stated, saying more with his piercing stare than with words.

Overwhelmed by what she chillingly suspected, Britney gulped, "Y-you mean?"

Her father nodded.

"You fucked her, didn't you, Daddy?" Britney whimpered. "Fucked Melanie. Your own granddaughter. That's who you were talking about when I first got here, wasn't it?"

Her father laughed, but gently. "I lied some, too, though. At least the little girl doesn't have an old man's baby growing in her belly. When I started fucking young pussy again after your mother died, I treated myself to one of those operations so I only shoot blanks."

"Then why did you tell me such a terrible thing?" Britney croaked.

"Had to get your attention somehow on the subject of fucking," her smirking father explained. "Wasn't something that'd pop up between us unless I made you listen up. And I couldn't just come right out and tell you first thing off how I fucked little Melanie. You'd have had a heart attack, called the cops, hit me over the head, something. Had to draw you out to start with."

"And then fuck me," Britney sighed, realizing how thoroughly she'd been set up.

"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself, darlin'. I haven't fucked you yet," father reminded daughter. "'Course I will just as sure as the two of us are in this room."

"Why?" Britney hissed. "So you can run and tell Melanie what a horny old fool her mother is after the way you two cooked this up?"

"Well, from what I hear," the old man answered in measured tones, "this isn't the only thing that's been cooked up in this family lately that left somebody feeling like a fool."

"You're talking about Melanie, aren't you?" Britney gulped. "About her and her Dad."

"Yep, she told me her side of the story so why don't you tell me yours, and maybe we car, sort all this out. You've always been sort of a bitch, Britney, just like that husband of yours has always been sort of an ass. But not bad enough for you to put Bud up to fucking the business out of his own little girl without having some decent reason for leaving her out on the limb afterward like you did."

Britney sheepishly hung her head. "God, now I really do feel like a fool. Poor Melanie. I didn't know she'd take it that hard when I got Bud to fuck her. Thought it was really all for her own good and it was all supposed to turn out swell in the end."

"I'm listening."

"Next week's Melanie's birthday," Britney said, seeking her father's understanding. "Bud and I thought that if we put her a little on edge, it'd make the party we've got planned for her a wonderful surprise."

"Any special kinds of doings at this party of yours?"

Britney took a deep breath then blurted, "An orgy, Daddy. A family orgy! Everybody sucking and fucking together, with Melanie the guest of honor."

"A family orgy, huh? Everybody sucking and fucking? Funny, but I don't rightly recall getting my invite."

"Oh, Daddy, how could I know you were such a stud?" Britney defended herself.

"You know it now."

"If you're not there sucking and fucking with the rest of us at Melanie's surprise party, I'll absolutely never forgive you!" Britney declared. "But, don't you see? You've got to help us keep Melanie from finding out about the party if we're going to bring it off. You can't tell her or it'll ruin everything."

"And if I tell you that it's no dice?" the old man asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Then, just as sure as the two of us are in this room," Britney saucily replied, "you won't get to fuck me now."

The old man broke into a grin, chuckling, "Mmmm, tell me more. Show me, too."

Britney immediately started stripping. Quickly she was down to her bra and panties. Then, unhooking the former, she let her tits fall loose. The aroused nipples resembled ripe strawberries.

"Now for these," Britney then purred, running her fingertips over her glossy panties. "I know you used to steal them when I was growing up, just like Matt did. I used to finger-fuck my little pussy right through them so they'd be nice and stinky for whichever one of you got to them first. Even pee in them sometimes when I played with myself too hard."

"I knew you were hot," the old man sighed. "I should've had the balls to fuck you then. If only it hadn't been for your damned mother, I would've too."

"I'll make it worth the wait, Daddy," Britney, promised. "All you have to do is give me your word about Melanie."

There was instant agreement, so Britney went to the couch. Reclining there, she slipped the panties down her sleek thighs and long, slender legs. Next she tossed them toward her father. He caught them, sniffed them first, then rubbed his cock and balls with them.

"Drop the panties now, Daddy," Britney, abruptly told him. "They're only a substitute for what you couldn't have as long as mom was alive. But at last it's time for the real thing."

That said, Britney hooked one leg over the backrest of the couch. The other one dangled onto the floor, spreading her hairy cunt wide open. It was, by coincidence, exactly the same pose Melanie had struck when she'd been here just the day before.

"Guess I've waited my whole life to fuck this pussy," the old man panted.

But he looked anything but his age. His wrinkles seemed to fade, his muscles flexed. Most of all, though, his cock advertised that he'd tapped the fountain of youth.

"Oh, even Gary doesn't get a hardon like that for me," Britney said. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my cunt with that beautiful, big... young... cock!"

Widening her target even more invitingly, she fingered her pussylips so they stretched to where her spread thighs joined her crotch. Pussyjuice trickled from the glistening center of her yawning pussy into the split of her ass.

Britney's father was temporarily speechless with desire. Holding onto his jutting prick, he seemed to let himself be pulled forward by the sheer momentum of the straining prick. And then he eased down on top of his daughter, rubbing his cockhead against her stiff clit before taking the plunge.

"Yes, Daddy, put it in now. Fill my cunt up to your balls with every inch of your cockmeat."

Britney's father did just that. Then she wrapped her legs around him and moved beneath him with her hips and ass. From there it was poetry in motion, fucking as a masterpiece.

"It's never been any better than this for me, Daddy," Britney declared, cumming nonstop now, "and it never will. No matter how old she is, no girl is really a woman until she's been fucked by her own father."

"And no man ever gets so old that his cock can't get hard for his little girl's pussy."

"Would you rather fuck me than Melanie?" Britney asked, fishing for all the praise she could get.

"Let me put it this way. Melanie's just you all over again, sweetheart," her father answered. "She wouldn't be here if she hadn't come out of your cunt so that makes you responsible for the two best pieces of ass there ever were."

"But what if you had to choose between us?"

"I don't," the old man laughed. "You forgetting that surprise birthday party?"

Then he put Britney's anxiety to rest by unleashing the storehouse of cum that had built up in his balls. The instant she felt that same scalding cum in her cunt which had originally given her life, all Britney cared about was being her father's daughter.

Melanie had trouble believing how it had sneaked up on her. But now that it was here, what she really couldn't understand was how her family could be so cruel. Not one of them had even mentioned her birthday!

"Not even Gramps," she sighed with disappointment. "Wonder if he's sold out on me, too, the way everybody else has."

Melanie hadn't heard from her grandfather since he'd fucked her. Meanwhile, she walked on eggs whenever she was around her double-crossing parents. And her brother Gary was no help, avoiding her whenever possible, obviously in cahoots with their folks.

"What's happened to this family?" Melanie sighed, alone on the evening of her birthday. "It was all going so great. Plenty of sucking and fucking. And then..."

Feeling totally deserted, she started to cry. But then, after looking at her tear-stained face in the mirror, she pulled herself together.

"To hell with feeling sorry for myself," she said aloud. "I know what I need to get myself straight. If nobody else is gonna pay attention to my birthday, I'll just have to give myself a present."

She paused to grin now after being so upset just a moment before, thinking about what she'd treat herself to.

"A good, hard fuck!" she declared, then left in search of it.

At first Melanie had thought she'd just pick up some stray dude on the street and get off on some strange cock. But then she had an inspiration when she happened to pass by one of those sleazy adult book stores. She'd never been in one before. And one glance inside and she knew exactly who'd fuck her on her birthday. Who else but her best friend, the only person she could trust - her very own self!

"Wow," she whistled under her breath as she looked at the display case, "the answer to my prayers. I've got to have one."

"Yes, we have a nice selection, don't we?" someone said.

Because of the lilting voice, Melanie expected a fag. But when she looked up, she saw it belonged to an attractive young woman.

"I have one of these," the female clerk volunteered, pointing to a two- headed vinyl prick that was at least a foot long. "My girlfriend and I fuck each other with it all the time. I really recommend it. It's the best dildo we sell here."

A dildo, Melanie thought, so that's what they were called. She couldn't believe she hadn't known that before. Finding it out made her feel almost cherry again.

"Well, uh," she haltingly told the clerk, "actually I was thinking of something just for myself."

"No problem," the clerk said. "If you're flying solo, this model's perfect for that, too. You can fuck yourself in the pussy and ass at the same time. Bends right in the middle. I do it all the time when my girlfriend's away. Do yourself a favor and try it. Money-back guarantee."

Before she could change her mind, Melanie made her purchase.

"Just wish you'd asked me to give you a showroom demonstration, honey," the clerk teased as Melanie was leaving with her package.

Melanie was too embarrassed to reply, slipping quickly from the store. But once she was outside, she was too excited to do anything but run all the way home to fuck herself.

"Oh, God, just look at this monster," she sighed with anticipation.

Naked one her bed with her legs spread, Melanie was tickling her clit and pussy lips with one of the dildo's cockheads. She moaned, anticipated how good it would feel.

Her wrist jerked and the dildo surged into her cunt. Melanie wasn't disappointed. She came on the spot from several inches of surging penetration.

"Now for hole number two," she panted.

As much like a genuine hardon as it felt, the dildo was also flexible to the user's will. So Melanie angled the half outside her pussy toward her the puckered dent a notch below. When she stuck it in, she quickly took almost as much dildo up her ass as she'd already lodged in her cunt.

"Oh, fuck it, girl, fuck it," she urged herself on. "Fuck your pussy... fuck your butt... both at the same time. Happy birthday, baby, happy, fucking birthday!"

Melanie climaxed twice as hard as she had before. The orgasmic vibrations from her cunt and ass fed each other spectacularly, making her clit strain like a miniature hardon. And since she had a free hand, Melanie caught her magic button between a thumb and finger and jacked it off to go along with the dual self-fucking.

"I don't need anybody!" she triumphantly cried. "Everybody else in my damned family can go fuck themselves while I fuck myself!"

Melanie celebrated her independence by shitting all over the ass-fucking part of the dildo. Then, with kinky abandon, she switched ends, reaming her butt now with the half that had just been greased by her pussy juice and screwing her cunt with the shitty six inches that had just been up her ass.

She felt so wonderfully dirty. Orgasms in layers lapped over like waves. Nothing else mattered but making herself cum more and more and more to celebrate her birthday. She was in a world of her own. The house could have gone up in flames and Melanie might not have noticed until it was too late. Given that, the opening of the front door was something that wouldn't have registered with her if her life had depended on it.

"Shhhhh," Britney Jordan whispered as she led the way into the house. "We really want to catch her by surprise."

"Then we'll wait here and you go see what she's up to," her husband suggested.

"Good idea," Britney agreed.

Just then a moan of raw sensuality carried from Melanie's bedroom.

Britney chuckled. "Seems like we got here at just the right time."

Leaving the others behind, Britney tip-toed to her daughter's room. The door was ajar. Britney had been expecting something sexy, but this was beyond anything she'd imagined.

"Oh, my God, what'll that girl come up with next?" Britney gasped. "No way she's gonna keep that all to herself while I'm around."

Britney suddenly had total amnesia about anything but her own desire, temporarily forgetting the companions she'd left behind in the living room. All she now cared about was half of that glorious thing her daughter was fucking herself with.

"Melanie," she gasped, closing the door behind her and urgently showing herself. "I'll never forgive you if you don't let me try that out with you right now."

Melanie looked up and saw her horny mother standing there practically, drooling. So, Melanie thought, the dildo had turned out to be more than just a device for fucking. It was also a means for getting even for the shabby way she'd been treated.

"Get fucked, Mom," Melanie bitterly called. "Go get fucked, that is, with anything but this. By Daddy, Gary, Uncle Matt, even Gramps for all I care. But this cock is nobody else's but mine!"

But Britney was far too horny to take no for an answer. She rushed the bed, grabbing for an end of the dildo to use on herself. In the struggle between mother and daughter, half the dildo popped free of Melanie's ass, smeared with her caramel-colored shit.

"I'll show you how far I'm willing to go," Britney vowed.

Then she was down at Melanie's crotch, deep-throating the filthy six inches of the dildo that were fresh from her daughter's ass. The other six inches, of course, were still lodged in Melanie's cunt.

"Oooooh, Mom," Melanie moaned, her whole attitude obviously changed, "I just can't help digging it, no matter how mad I was at you before. It's like I've grown a hardon of my very own for you to suck."

And slacking off on the blowjob enough to speak, Britney replied with a mouthful of dildo, "Darling, if you've grown a hardon for me to suck, then it's good enough for something even better."

"Oh, do you really want to?"

"Seeing is believing, darling!"

That said, Britney pulled her mouth entirely away from the six inches of vinyl cock emerging from her daughter's pussy. Then she spread her legs directly across from Melanie, fingering her pussylips wide open.

"Say it, Mom," Melanie hotly requested, rising to her knees with the dildo jutting from her cunt. "Beg me for it."

"Fuck me, darling!" Britney pleaded. "Please fuck me! Fuck my pussy with your great, big cock!"

"God, will I!" Melanie gushed.

Now, like a guy, she held her weapon in her hand and set her hips in a macho pose. Then, zeroing in on her target as had been done so many times to her, she took the plunge.

"Ooooh, Mom, this is it!" Melanie rasped, hilting her mother's cunt so her own pussy rubbed against it as the dildo now linked them. "I'm really fucking you!"

Britney wrapped her legs around Melanie, rocking her in the cradle of her thighs. This made the dildo see-saw back and forth in their pussies, the friction for mother and daughter supreme.

"I'm cumming!" they both cried together, then went to work to keep right on sharing orgasms.

"Now what in blazes happened to Britney?" Bud Jordan wondered aloud as he and the others impatiently waited in the living room.

"Well, something's sure as hell going on in Melanie's bedroom, Dad," Gary Jordan answered his father. "Just listen!"

A series of noises drifted through the house - slithering sighs, sharp, little squeals, springs squeaking...

"Sounds to me like those two are getting a headstart on the rest of us. Thought somebody told me they were supposed to be pissed off at each other. Well, sure could fool me," said Matt.

The oldest member of the group laughed. "Don't know about you three, but I'm not in the mood for guessing games. At my age when you get a hardon like the one I've got now, you go ahead and use it - pronto!"

"I'm with Gramps," Gary declared. "Got a helluva hardon of my own that'll turn my balls blue if I don't plug it in someplace quick."

"Makes sense to me," Matt agreed.

Bud Jordan nodded that he was in, too.

And so the four of them advanced on Melanie's bedroom, the tempting sounds from within growing louder as they approached. Outside the closed door they made their last preparation for their mass entrance, leaving a pile of trousers, shorts and shoes on the hall floor.

When the door was opened, they all saw Melanie and her mother on the bed, fucking each other with their two-way dildo in a gasping, groaning, orgasmic frenzy. It was certainly a scene worth of startled comment by any or all of the four intruders, but instead their response marked the special occasion that had brought everyone together.

"Happy birthday, Melanie! " Bud, Gary, Matt and Gramps chorused.

Melanie was stunned. She couldn't believe it! After all her feeling sorry for herself, it turned out they'd been setting her up for a surprise party the whole time!

"Oh, my God!" she gulped. "So that's why everybody was giving me the brush- off. Making me feel like a turd so I'd never expect anything like this."

"Was it worth it, darling?" her mother asked.

"Depends on what kind of birthday presents I get," Melanie teased.

"We all brought you the same thing, sweetheart," her father said, flexing his rigid cock so it jutted straight up from his crotch.

"Mmmmm, show me more," Melanie urged.

Her brother's, uncle's and grandfather's hardons now twanged at the same sharp angle as her Dad's.

"But how can I use so many of the very same thing? Especially since mom and I've already gotten a headstart with one of our own?" Melanie asked.

"Some things, little girl, are so good," Melanie's grandfather teased back, "that there's no such thing as too much of them."

"Well, what can I say?" Melanie giggled. "Except, prove it!"

That turned them loose. All of a sudden, Melanie's father, brother, uncle and grandfather were all over and Britney. Those four stiff cocks were immediately slipping and sliding around, looking for a female source of friction. And in the process, the dildo-fucking mother and daughter gave way to the throbbing onslaught of the real thing.

Melanie just assumed that she'd be sharing all these flesh-and-blood hard- ons with her mom the way they'd done with the store-bought variety. But her mother had another surprise in store for her.

"No, baby," Britney said, "this is your party. All the presents are yours. Maybe later I'll borrow some, but right now you ought to be enjoying them all for yourself."

"Listen to your mother," Bud Jordan chuckled to his wild-eyed daughter. "After all, you don't want to hurt anybody's feelings by giving away any of your presents before you've seen how you like them."

"Jeez, four cocks at once?" Melanie gasped in awe.

Everyone nodded.

"Jeez, four cocks at once!" Melanie repeated. But this time it was a cry of the most extreme lust.

The first cock she took was in her mouth was her brother's. She deep- throated Gary to his balls with rhythmic suction, orally fucking him. In the process, she bobbed up on her hands and knees, opening up her ass and cunt from behind for more cocks.

Her father beat the others around to her rear.

Having fucked her tight, young ass before, Bud Jordan wanted an encore. Mashing his cockhead against the puffy dent of her ass, he tickled Melanie until she farted and then took advantage of the opening to spear her to his balls.

"Oooooh, murder. Sweet, sweet murder," Melanie gurgled around her brother's prick. "More! More! More cock!"

Her Uncle Matt was next. She slid under her, scooting between her arms and legs until his cock was directly below her pussy. When he lifted his hardon, Melanie slid her cunt down on it, feeling Matt's and her Dad's pricks colliding inside her.

"Well, looks like I'm last - but not least," her grandfather now smirked. "Good thing I've always been sort of a tit-man."

That's where he put his massive cock, nudging his grandson just enough to the side so he could clasp his granddaughter's perfect teenaged tits around his ten-plus inches of cockmeat.

My God, Melanie thought when the four-way connection was complete, was she really doing this? Then, her senses overwhelming her, she had a new concern - could she survive cumming this hard?

"Oh, baby," she then heard her mother gasp. "If only you could see yourself now. The more cocks you take, the more beautiful you get. God what I'd have given to be you at your age. I'm so proud of you."

Melanie tried to answer but it was impossible, and not just because of the cock down her throat. She was full of them, fucking her mouth along with her ass, cunt and titties at the same glorious time. Fucking her into another world where mere words could never begin to express her joy. Where the only communication for a girl in her divine state was to cum and cum and cum.

But, of course, Melanie wasn't the only one who would cum. Providing as much blessed friction as she received, her group-fucked body was swiftly bringing the four cocks she serviced to the bursting points.

"Gotta cum!" her father gasped.

"Me, too!" her pussy-fucking Uncle Matt chimed in.

"Same here!" Gary added, cock in her mouth.

"Yeah!" her tit-fucking Gramps panted.

"Then do it all together for Melanie!" Britney urged from the sidelines. "All four of your cocks cumming at the same time in her ass, cunt, mouth and on her titties. When I give you the signal. Ready... set..."

There was an electric split-second of silence now, as the male quartet collectively held its breath while the cocks strained on the brink of eruption.

"Go!" Britney then cried.

There was a mass groan of erotic male release, and the four pricks creamed in tandem, flooding Melanie's three fucked openings and drenching her fucked tits.

And looking on as her daughter was swamped with cum, Britney Jordan sighed, "Mmmmm, it's an even more beautiful sight than I thought it'd be. All those cocks, all that cum - all for just one little girl. My little girl. Mama's precious daughter!"

Then Britney abruptly spasmed from within. She recognized the divine sensation at once - a climax of her own. She had cum must from watching her daughter's wonderful, glorious accomplishment!

Then, her orgasmic buzz continuing, Britney realized that she wouldn't have to remain a spectator for long. Their wads shot, the males had started breaking up the four-way action with Melanie. Soon the cum-soaked teenager didn't have a cock left in her. And since she clearly craved even more fucking action, it was the perfect opportunity for her loving mother to rush to the rescue.

And so Britney licked Melanie all over - cunt, ass, titties. And then Melanie spurred her mom on even more. She found the dildo and handed it to Britney.

"Fuck me, Mom," Melanie gurgled. "I need more fucking."

Britney slipped one end of the dildo into her own cunt, so the other half jutted out as a vinyl hardon. Then she eased between her daughter's spread thighs, shafting Melanie's welcoming pussy.

And, in reaction to the lesbian display of mother and daughter, around the bed four flesh-and-blood cocks snapped back up to attention. They weren't there just to be jerked off by their macho owners, either. In short, the family orgy that was Melanie Jordan's birthday present from her loved ones was just beginning.



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