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From: brantwood@glock.ramp.com (Brant Woodman)

Subject: The Game mf incest orgy

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

This is my bio of some of my adventures as an adolescent. It is based in truth and is changed or embellished enough to smooth out the story line. There is an identity for each of the characters and the ages are correct, however, the names have been chang ed for the obvious reason. This bio contains sexually explicit words and graphic accounts of sexual situations. If any of this offends you, STOP! Now. Otherwise enjoy.
IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, EXIT THIS STORY, NOW!

by
Brantwood

We stood in the front yard and waved goodbye to Mom and Dad and watched their car through the pine trees as it disappeared around the curve of the road. Our folks took a trip to Phoenix every few months or so, to buy things that we otherwise would have t o order from the big city and to have a little 'get away,' for themselves. The four of us liked it when they were gone because we didn't have to do chores and go to church or even get up early in the mornings. They always said that they would be back in two days, but it usually was three or four. We had lots to eat and could go to the little store at the Crossroads and buy candy and cereal or pop and put it on Dad's account.

Kenny, one of my older brothers, was the first to go back into the house. He hadn't finished breakfast and wanted to get started on the hike that he and some friends were planing for the day.

After we were back inside, in the kitchen the boys were talking about the days activities as Ginger poured milk over the hot cereal while I fixed the toast.

"Are you guys hiking up to the Kings Throne today?" Ginger asked my brothers. "What time will you be back?"

Don, at 18 was the oldest of us kids and replied that they would be back about noon. I wasn't included on the hike for two reasons, first I didn't particularly care to go tromping off in the forest and secondly I usually couldn't keep up with the older boys anyway.

Kenny asked Ginger. "Did Marlene say she would come over this afternoon?" Marlene was the oldest of the Minister's daughters and a real knock out. To me she looked very much like Jacqueline Smith, of 'Charlie's Angels,' fame. She had the long silky bl ack hair, fine facial features and her body was much the same except that Marlene was just a little on the chunky side. Maybe that explains the penchant I have always had for girls that are a little heavy. Marlene was the town's Miss Goody Two Shoes. She
wasn't snotty or anything like that, in fact she was very nice, probably, shy and naive would be a better way of describing her demeanor.

"Yes, she said she would be here about two thirty or so, after the she finishes with the Sunday School picnic. She wanted to know what kind of party we were having and who would be here."

"What did you tell her?" Kenny asked.

"Just that we were going to play games and have a fun time. She was a little reluctant when she found out that our folks are out of town and that their wouldn't be any adults here."

"Did you mention that we were going to play strip poker?"

"No! Of course not. You know she wouldn't have come if she knew that."

"Does she know that James will be here?"

"Yes. I also told her that Dorothy, Jannine, Sara, Sam, Della and Andrew would be there."

Andrew! Andrew! I am Andrew! At the mention of my name I perked up. In the past when the folks were gone, I was shunted off to a cousins place to spend the night, and didn't really know what went on in my absence. I had a few hints about the goings o n by listening closely to what my older siblings said when they didn't know I was within earshot. I was unclear about the events, but knew they had to do with sex and that the adults couldn't know about them.

If I was included, then at 12, I would be the youngest one there. Dorothy, Sara, Sam, Della and the others were all about 15 to 18, except for James, he was 20, but had the mind of an adolescent. It was some sort of a mental thing. He was smart in some w ays and dumb as hell in others. He was gentle and he was huge! He had a lot of black hair on his chest that trailed down to his cock, where they was even more. His muscles were well developed and he moved with the grace of a cat. He was just slow in th e head. He was the one that taught me how to jack-off.

When I was in the 3rd grade, James and I had been exploring over in the next valley and he was talking about going skinny dipping in the little creek that ran through the valley. I was quiet modest and didn't see how we could go naked in the water witho ut the other seeing the other's dick.

James, laughed at my fears and in a gentle way said. "That's just what guys do." He patiently explained that it was no big deal to see another boy naked and he would show me. He waited for me to consider this and said. "Here, I'll get undressed first i f it will make you feel better."

I didn't think it would make me feel better, but I didn't say so.

He began to undress, hanging his clothes on some bushes because there were a few red ants crawling around in the grass. I didn't know if I should look at him or not. But I did. When he took off his underwear I was somewhat shocked at the size of his coc k, it was huge! It just sort of hung there, swaying back and forth as he moved.

"Andrew. Are you going to undress or what?" He asked me. "You can't go in with your clothes on."

I knew that! It was just that I wasn't sure what to do. So in the end I put my best foot forward, as it were, and undressed. I was surprised at my reaction to being nude around someone. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. James made it easier by being casual about it. He wasn't being crafty or anything like that, he was, um, simply, 'casual.'

We splashed around in the water for a while until we about froze to death, when James said we should lay in the sun to warm up a bit. I was all for warming up as I was so cold my teeth were chattering. We took our clothes up the slope away from the ants
and spread them out on the grass to lay on. I was going to put on my underwear but James said not to.

"Look you cock is all shrunk back inside you." He was looking closely at my dick and I was somewhat embarrassed by his scrutiny. "Mine is too." He continued.

Even shriveled up by the cold his dick was still large. He told me a good way to warm up and get my dick back to normal was to play with it.

James talking about playing with my dick made me think about when I was in the 1st grade, Joyce, a cousin of mine would show me here pussy if I would show her my dick. We would mess around and feel each other, it was OK, but it wasn't a big deal.

James spat on his hand to wet his cock and started to stroke it. I overcame my shyness and did the same. As my cock grew bigger, James sort of grinned and said. "Feels good, doesn't it."

I had to agree. When Joyce would feel my cock she would squeeze it to much, and it hurt a little. I now had control and it was feeling fine. James and I were both uncircumcised and it took a lot of spit to keep us lubricated. There we lay, on the gras s, in the sun, just spitting and jacking.

After a few minutes James said. "Want to see me shoot!"
I was so naive I thought he must have stowed his pistol in his knapsack. "No. I want to get a little warmer first." I said.

"No. You dummy. I mean shoot cum in the air." He didn't try to belittle me or make me feel funny when he said that, it was just an observation on his part."Your cock is good sized for your age, Norman's cock is not much larger than yours."

Norman and Linda lived in a small house on the edge of town and James had spied on them when they were having sex. Later I joined him on several occasions to watch. I was fascinated by the way Linda's tits bounced around as Norman plowed her field. Bu t that's another story.

I felt more confident when James said my cock was of a good size as we didn't have phys-ed in our small school, so there was not a lot of opportunity for comparison.

James started to move his hand up and down much faster and he scrunched up his face and said. "Watch!" And with that this white stuff starts shooting out of his cock and coming back down on his belly.I was totally shocked! I had no idea what that was al l about. He kept pumping his hand and the cum was working it's way down and about his cock, making it more slippery than before. My cock was standing straight up and I increased my speed, but nothing shot out of my dick. It felt very good, but no cum.

"When you get to be a man your cock will shoot cum too." He assured me. ( It was actually about a year later that I shot my first load of cum and I got it all over my best Sunday pants. But again that's another story.)

We lay there for awhile longer, each stroking their cock until the cum on his dick started to dry out. "When it gets too dry it doesn't fell as good." He wisely informed me. "Come on I'll show you something else."

Walking gingerly to avoid sharp rocks and stickers, I followed him a little further up the slope, he was studying the tall grass with much concentration. Following behind him, I could see between his legs and his flaccid cock was swinging back and forth
as he climbed over a dead log or jumped upon a rock. I noted, with a small amount of pride, that my cock hadn't gone soft and was still sticking straight out, like a flagpole from the side of a building, only it jumped as I too climbed over any obstacle s. My feet were tender and I hoped we were about to get wherever we were going. James stopped at a small clump of tall buffalo grass and said. "These will do. Now carefully pull up a clump of the greenest ones and then lets get back to our clothes." He pointed out a small bunch for me to pull out of the ground.

As we sat down on our clothes again James continued. "Now, take one of the softest stems of grass and pull gently on the center of it, like this." He was grasping the stem of a single piece of buffalo grass and the inside portion came out of it's shea th to reveal a long piece of grass about one eighth of an inch in diameter. Again, I was the student and he was the instructor. "What makes this grass special is that at the end of it, it is soft, see." Sure enough about two inches of the bottom was sof t and pliable.

"Watch." James said. He took the long stem of grass and passed it across his lips and tongue to make it wetter than it was and surprised me by laying back a little and gently pushing the stem of grass down the pee hole of his cock! It went deeper and d eeper until it was all inside of his cock. Then he would twist and rotate the grass and move it up and down inside his cock. As he did this his cock began to swell up again as he got another hard-on. "You do it too." He said, motioning to my now soft co ck and the piece of grass I had in my hand.

It felt weird as the grass went down my cock. I could feel it as it moved along. When it came to the base of my balls I could feel it bending around the curve to move on towards my bladder. It came to a halt at the entrance of my bladder and James told
me that if I let a little pee out I could move it inside while the muscle was relaxed. And it did! The soft end was completely inside my bladder and I could clamp down on it and feel it there. What was most surprising, was that, almost immediately I st arted to get another raging hard-on.

James pumped away at his cock with one hand as the other twirled and twisted the grass in his dick until the cum came gushing out again. I was absolutely amazed. This was a whole new world to me. And with the help of some friends and cousins, I explo red it thoroughly and eagerly.

I continued to pump my hard cock as James went to the creek and washed himself off. We stayed there for some time as James told me different ways to make my cock feel good and how much fun it was to feel girl's titties and pussys and stick your dick int o them. We dressed and ate cookies and drank some Kool-Aid and he shot off his dick one more time before we headed for home.

"Marlene wanted to know why James was invited, considering that he was slow in the head and all. I explained that he was fun to have around and would add to the party atmosphere." Ginger went on. "She wanted to know what to wear and if she should bring
any refreshments."

Don piped up. "I hope you told her to wear nothing and that she was the dessert."

"You are awful!" Ginger shot back.

The guys finished their breakfast and headed out the back door for their morning hike.

Ken and Don had been gone for a hour or so when Ginger came and sat on the edge of my bed and asked if I was surprised that I was going to get to stay for the party.

"Well, yes." I replied. I asked a few questions about what was going on and why the interest in Marlene.

"Well, we like Marlene and all, but it's that she just hasn't shown an interest in doing anything where sex is involved, and we thought that if she came to our afternoon affair, it would be of some educational value to her."

"Why am I going to be there?" I inquired.

"You are getting old enough to learn about something other than jacking-off, and we know we can trust you to keep your mouth shut." As Ginger got up she told me to come with her and I padded along behind her to the bathroom. "I need to wash my hair and you can help."

Another first for me! Never, in the past had Ginger asked me to help her with anything personal. She started the water running in the sink and told me to get the shampoo. It was in Mom's bathroom and when I returned she had removed her shirt and cut-o ffs and was in her bra and panties. I think she was testing me in some way, as she seemed to be watching for my reaction to her bra and panties. I had learned long ago to not be to revealing about what I was thinking, so even though my cock did a somer sault in my shorts I acted as if it was an everyday occurrence.

She bent over the sink and I applied some shampoo and began to lather her head. She held onto the sink with both hands as I vigorously massaged her scalp. The bra she was wearing was a trifle loose and in her bent over position a glimpse of her titties was visible and this caused my cock to harden. I was wearing thin nylon shorts and knew they wouldn't confine the raging boner that had ensued after several minutes of being close and gawking at Ginger's ass. Err, ah, I mean her assets! At first I kept my boner away from her leg and then I realized that if she could test me, I could test her. I moved closer so that my dick would rub a gainst her leg and waited to see what she would do. After a few minutes of no response I moved behind her and closer still. Again no overt reaction until I moved tight against her rear and my dick was poking her between her legs.

"Well, Andrew." She said as she straightened up and turned around to face me. "I DO appreciate the gesture..." She said this as she playfully grasped my stiff cock and gave it a quick yank. "... but save it for this afternoon." With that she gave m e a wink and scooted me out of the bathroom, to deal with my boner as best I could.

By two thirty the guests began to arrive, the guys had made it back from their hike a little earlier and had time to get cleaned up before the others all got there. The first thing to do was to hang blankets over all the windows in the family room so th at it was a little more private. ( The curtains were all shear. ) Marlene wanted to know why the need for the blankets. She accepted Sam's glib explanation that it was to bright in the room.

The refreshment were beer, orange juice and cookies and I felt big because my siblings had not put any restrictions on what I could and could not drink, which was a mute point as beer to me tasted awful. So Marlene and I drank the OJ.

The first games were fun and fast paced, we yelled and screamed while playing spoons, pitch, slap jack and even a few round of musical chairs. After about an hour of this fast pace and guzzling beer and spiked OJ, we were all feeling pretty good, includ ing Marlene. As she was not a drinker she couldn't understand why she felt so good, but she was having a good time.

The next game was 'spin the bottle,' where the most severe penalty was french kissing someone that was decided by a turn of a card. James and I, at about the same intellectual level generally made fools of ourselves by trying to feel the tits of whoever
we were frenching. In good humor and at some of the girls request, the boys began to hold our arms behind our backs when it was our turn to french a girl. Sam got a slap in the face for squeezing Marlene's tits while frenching her.

After awhile the atmosphere was charged with excitement, as it seemed that everyone except Marlene knew it was time to play 'strip poker!'

The big unspoken question on everybody's mind was ... ( Except James and I, we were out of our minds.) ... 'Would Marlene go along with playing strip poker, and if so, how far would she go. The spiked OJ would loosen her up only so much.

"OK. Listen up everybody." Ginger, as the official hostess began. "We are going to play strip poker and here are the rules." She paused for a few moments to give Marlene time to protest, which she did.

"Uh, excuse me Ginger, but nothing was said about strip poker."

"I know, Marlene, it just seems like the game to play now. It will be fun. You'll see." And she went on with the rules. "First nobody can quit until at least two people are striped, that is at least one of each sex. You cannot sit with your legs crossed
(we sit on the carpet) or you arms folded across your chest or private area. If you lose a hand, you get to decide what to take off, jewelry doesn't count, and any other rules will be explained as we go along." Ginger didn't want to scare of Marlene, as
the 'other rules' were quite explicit.

"OH, Ginger." Marlene interrupted. She wasn't quite convinced that taking off her clothes was the socially correct thing to do. "It is getting late and I have some chores to do at home." As she started to leave a chorus of voices assailed her with... "You said that you would stay until I left - Party Pooper - If you leave it will make the boy, girl numbers uneven - (it didn't occur to her that there were already more girls than boys, but the clincher was ) Gotta go home to Mommie." She caved in to th e peer pressure and said she would stay for a 'little' while, but she wasn't going to take all of her clothes off. ( A victory! She *WILL* take *SOME* of them *OFF*!) She took a couple of big swigs of her OJ and took her place on the floor with the rest of us, demurely tucking her skirt under her legs.

Jannine was the dealer, because she was the most proficient with a deck of cards. Five card draw was the name of the game and because there were so many players a three card discard was imposed and then after the discards were all in they were reshuffled
for the draw. Jannine deftly dealt the hands and each player looked with apprehension at the cards. The rule was this; the low hand had to remove an article of clothing and the high hand got to give a command to the one who removed something. The high hand could give a command that required the removal of any additional clothing, so in the early stages of the game, the instructions were pretty much limited to kissing and feeling, tell the truth about some question. If you refused to answer, or were ca ught telling a lie, you had to remove an additional piece of clothing.

The game progressed with much kissing ( Sam was high and commanded Ginger to kiss me on the lips! A quick peck satisfied the hungry mob.) and feeling of tits and between the legs and several admissions of here-to-fore unknown sexual exploits. ( Dorothy
had first fucked when she was ten years old. However, she wouldn't tell who it was with.)

Jannine made sure that Marlene didn't lose very often and when she did the commands or questions were puff-balls. However when she was told to describe the panties she was wearing, she blushed a little, giggled, but answered; "They are blue and lacy a nd I think they are getting wet."

A few hands later Dorothy told Marlene to kiss me. When I heard that I was instantly excited, as to me, Marlene was the most beautiful and sexy thing in the world. I expected a quick peck on the lips like Ginger had given me but Marlene got up and un steadily came over to where I was sitting and pushed me onto my back and laid full on top of me and began to french kiss like crazy. The feeling of her titties poking me in the chest as her tongue pulsating in my mouth caused me to almost pass out and when she got up I had this raging hard-on that everyone teased me about.

James was the first to get naked and Marlene's eyes got as big as dinner plates when she saw his ten inch cock jump out of his skivvies and look straight at her. His command was to jack-off into a jar of peanut butter. ( Earlier, Ginger had put a jar of
creamy peanut butter on the stove in a pan of water to soften it up. Don't tell me this wasn't staged for Marlene's benefit ) Della was chosen to hold the jar as James got on his hands and knees above her. She has lost all her clothes except her panti es so James was sucking on her titties as she held the jar between her legs. James was pumping up and down and looked like he couldn't decide if he liked his cock in the jar the best or feeling and sucking on Della's substantial fully formed titties. Af ter a few minutes of this he scrunched up his face a unloaded his cum into the peanut butter. When he withdrew his cock it looked like it had been in someone's rear end instead of only a jar of peanut butter.

The moment of truth was about to arrive. While everyone else was in various stages of undress, Marlene was down to her skirt, panties and bra. The next hand Marlene lost; and the question was - would she stay or go home?

Ginger had the high hand ( with Jannine's help, I'm sure ) and studied Marlene for a few seconds before; " Well, Marlene which will it be, the skirt or the blouse, of course you could take off your panties and still not show anything, but that would
leave your pussy showing if you lost your skirt later."

Marlene hesitated a little. As far as anyone knew, nobody had ever seen her titties and they promised to be the most luscious. She was on her knees, looking around the room as if to say 'in front of everybody?' Finally, she slowly reached behind her
back and unclasped her bra, it was blue and lacy to match her panties of course. When the bra was gone her titties jiggled and swayed as she laid the bra on her pile of clothes and everyone yelled and applauded, which interestingly, caused Marlene to look pleased with herself.

Now the game was getting serious, I was the next to be naked and then a little later the first girl to get naked was our cousin, Dorothy. This affected me greatly. Dorothy was five years older than me and had always taken a interest in my welfare and t hus with my tumultuous, adolescent genes, I had jack-off many times fantasizing about her. Earlier I had marveled at her breasts, not so much as to their size, they were not overly large, but their shape was like a football. They stuck straight out from
her body with no sag or drooping at all. I had been sitting there with my cock poking straight out and throbbing with each heart beat and when Dorothy took off her panties, I almost came at the sight of her pussy. I had never seen a pussy of a full gro wn girl before, oh, sure, I had seen several of girls about my own age and younger that had no pubic hair or only a sparse amount. Dorothy's had a plethora of it and it was jet black. In contrast to her milky white skin it seemed to jump right out at m e. She was sitting across the circle from me with her legs spread apart and I just stared at her sex. She saw me staring and just gave me a wink and giggled.

Dorothy's command was the 'burning flagpole.' ( the regular players seemed to have names for each of the things that was demanded of the low hand ) Pillows were piled up in the middle of the floor and Dorothy was positioned on her back, with the pillow s under her rear. This had the effect of thrusting her cunt up in the air with her legs splayed wide open. Then Don and Sam fingered her for a few minutes to get her good and wet and they placed a thick, fat candle in her pussy and lit it. She was requ ired to hold it there until a fair amount of candle wax was melted. If she was careful and didn't jerk around to much she wouldn't have the hot wax spill onto her cunt lips and pussy hair. She was careful!

So far only James had squirted any cum and the rest of us guys cocks were telling us that we urgently needed to follow James's example. My turn happened next.

Della lost her panties and I was instructed to shoot my cum on her titties. She quickly laid on the now spread out pillows and I kneeled astraddle of her and stroked my swollen cock until a load of hot milk gushed out and splattered on her tits and tumm y. I felt much relived and Della smirked and grinned as she used both hands to rub my cum over her chest.

When Sam got stripped his command was to do twenty 'jumping jacks.' He eagerly began, working himself in a circle so that everybody got to see his cock waving up and down as he did the twenty. He must have been a little to excited, because on about the
fifteenth jump his cock started shooting cum everywhere, Della got the most of it and his cum added to mine caused Della to be CUMpletely drenched. ( Awful pun.)

Marlene, meanwhile seemed to be mesmerized by what she was witnessing, at her next loss she was directed to sit on the edge of the couch and each of us guys took turns licking and fingering her hot pussy. I am sure she climaxed while this was happening as when it was my turn she grabbed me by the head and almost shoved my face inside of her and when the last guy fingered her she looked almost disappointed that there wasn't another tongue to work it's magic on her cunt.

Jannine was directed to let Don fuck her doggy style. This was the first time I had watched anyone fuck, except through a window and it was amazing to me. Don's furiously pumping his cock in her and she was exclaiming; "Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!
Shove it in hard! Fuck me, fuck me! OH, OH, OH, I'M COMMMMMINNNG! " And other nasty fuck talk. Don pumped her full and kept on jamming his cock it her until I could see the cum working it's way out of her hot sex box. It was running down the inside of
her thigh and Don just kept on fucking her like a steam engine. I was close enough that when his cock came on it's back stroke I could see Jannine's cunt lips roll out with it, only to be rolled back in, with the next thrust.

I couldn't stand it! Without realizing it, at first anyway, I was pumping my cock in time with the thrusts into Jannine. Ginger grinned at me and said. " See Andrew, I told you to save that hard-on until this afternoon." I didn't tell her that after helping her with her shampoo, I went to my room and shot a load of cum into a wad of kleenex. This time I took Della's bra and filled it with my goo.

By now the card part of the game was history and everybody was saying who should fuck or suck who. After Don pulled his cock out of Jannine and before she could move, James roller her over on her back and put a pillow under her ass and started fucking her with great abandon. She was yelling "He's got a phone pole in my cunt! Jam it faster, faster!"

James's cock did look somewhat like a phone pole pistioning in and out of her pussy. His cock was by far and away the largest one there and Jannine was impaled to his balls by it. At least she was well lubricated with Don's injection of cum.

"See! Jannine." Ginger yelped. "That's what I have been telling you for a long time, James's cock is like having an oak tree up your cunt."

James fucking my sister! What an asshole! Oh, well, I have fucked his little sister a number of times.

Sam fucked Ginger from the rear as she was leaned over the couch and I was underneath her sucking on those tits that I had tried so hard to catch a glimpse of that morning. They were delicious!

Della and Ken were fucking under the table and Marlene had the fat candle of Dorothy's and she was working it in and out of her own hot box.

A little later, Ginger realizing that I had shot several loads of cum, hadn't actually fucked anyone that day. "OK! Listen up, you people. Andrew is the novice here and he hasn't fucked anyone yet. Here's what we are going to do. Marlene! Get that can dle out of your cunt and spread out some pillows for Andrew to lay on."

"Oh, umm, OK." Was about all the Marlene replied and with one hand holding the candle in her sex box, she spread out the pillows for me.

"Andrew, stack two of those pillows up and lay on top of them." I did as directed. "On your back. That's right. With your pole in the air at attention." She giggled. "Now, here's the deal. Any girl that wants to can break Andrew in."

I felt a twinge of terror! What if no one wants to fuck with me. How embarrassing that would be. There was a pregnant silence and then Dorothy, the imp, stood up and walked to me and squatted just above my face, her cunt was right there and I buried my
tongue in it. She wiggled it a little as I was licking her clit and then she got up. "You're OK, Andrew, I just wanted to see if you would suck my pussy." With that she sat astride my tummy and put her hands over mine and guided them to her titties an d began to massage her breasts using my hands. My cock was rubbing up against her rear but wasn't in her cunt. Was I to be left to jack-off again?

As if reading my mind she said. "Never fear, my little friend, I have wanted to get your cock in me ever since I saw you fucking Linda in the park last summer." Dorothy got up and carefully lowered herself onto my waiting member. The warmth of her cunt
was exciting as it enveloped my trudged boy cock. She started slow and still holding my hands to her tits, she arched her back and with her eyes closed, and her head tilted backwards, began to scoot forward and backwards, causing my cock to pivot back and forth deep inside of her. I could feel the head of my one eyed monster hitting first against the front of her channel and then against the back. "UMM... UMM..., YES..., YES..., Fuck me good, you little pussy eater, UMM... UMMMMMMM."

The others watched for a few minutes and then made operational their own designs.

Marlene crawled over to us and as my hands were still on Dorothy's pleasure mounds, she placed one of her tits in my mouth. Whispering she said. "Suck it gently, suck it hard, and I'll come yet again today." She would raise up a little so that I had t o suck hard to keep her tit in my mouth. Her tit would stretch and stretch until my suction was broken and it would snap back with a slight slurping sound, then she would squeal with delight and do it all over again.

James came up behind Marlene and gently removed the candle from her hungry cunt and probed it with his fingers. She moaned her approval, and he began inserting his rigid pole into her hot hole. James was a big guy and he had to crouch to get his cock i nto Marlene's love box, but when his cock was in all the way he straightened up, lifting Marlene, impaled on his wall hook, up off her knees several inches into the air. She lost my suction on one of her tits for but a second or two.

Dorothy's urgency was approaching, as was mine, she abandoned my hands and was feeling one of Marlene's tits and at the same time was frenching with James, who was kneading Dorothy's tits. My hands were busy grasping Dorothy's hips to assist her back and
forth movements.

I looked around and saw that Don was fucking Della now and Sam was sitting on the couch with Jannine kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. I almost lost it though, when I saw Ken by the door and Ginger totally pronged by his trudged member. My br other and sister fucking! Was this something new and did I have that experience to look forward to?

I was going into sensory overload! Marlene's tits in my face, Dorothy about to tear my cock off with her frantic gyrations and my sister about to get a load of cum from my brother.

My fourth orgasm of the afternoon was building fast, Dorothy was yelling; "FUCK... FUCK... FUCK... YESSSSSS... YESSSSS... I DO."

My cock erupted and flooded her cunt as she climaxed and bit her own lip until it bled. James filled Marlene with more cock and cum than she had ever had and she was asking for more. ( Later Marlene told us that when she was twelve, one of the young se asonal workers at the sawmill had seduced her in his van. Another story? ) The others were humpin' and thumpin,' and poppin their corks like champagne in a steam bath.

Ginger came to my room later that night and asked. "Did you have a good time today?" Well, the answer was pretty obvious. And with that she guided my hand to her treasure between her legs and lowered her mouth to my pulsing prick.

The End.

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