BEE-6084A 

Incest Games 

by 

Jolene Homes


Chapter 1


The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped just 
inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the 
bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's 
stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up 
and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His 
balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she 
was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't 
very big around--not compared to the two she had seen to date--but it 
was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and 
Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys 
seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain; 
his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender 
colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair 
was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his 
balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only 
fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her 
throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her 
thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her 
brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now 
she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his 
hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she 
thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth 
and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his 
own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how 
boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy 
right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around--

Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble 
there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself 
and the deep shiverings began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would 
not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her 
crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her 
brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched 
slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along 
much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, 
they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in 
the family.

But now--Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her crotch--on the 
bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his belly made sexy, 
bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She 
took an involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a standstill 
again. What was she doing? What did she have in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also beginning 
to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her avid pussy. He 
was her brother and she wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two 
other guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden or 
whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now. She wanted Glynn, and 
she meant to have him.

She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to wait it through, 
thinking that if he came and all his boyish semen drained from that 
interesting prick, then he might not have any left in reserve for her. 
But she also wanted to see what happened when a guy's cock exploded. 
She'd felt the onrush of come before, but she had never watched what 
happened.

The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's eyes caught the 
motion she'd made, and he looked up, stared right at her. He slapped 
the magazine down over his cock, his upper body jerking erect, his eyes 
wide.

"Sis! What the hell--how long have you--get the hell outa' my room!"

Her voice was strange in her own ears, strained, sounding kind of 
fuzzy. "Glynn--don't--I wasn't sneaking--" she moved toward the bed, 
her hand out entreatingly. The other one was still cupping her crotch. 
Lorena reached the bed and her knees gave way, spilling her upon it.

"Damn it--" he said.

She didn't know what she was saying; she hadn't consciously meant to 
say "darling," but that's what came out.

And it must have been the right thing, for her brother stopped 
bristling defensively and a flush spread over his face. "Lorena, you 
shouldn't have come in here without knocking. I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'll say," she agreed, and watched his blush deepen. Her hand was on 
his leg, moving up to his knee, and she murmured, "I saw what you were 
doing. If you--if you go ahead until you come, will that stop you from-
-well, doing anything else?"

His eyes followed her hand, and he flinched when she reached his thigh 
and the edge of the magazine that was protecting his prick. "You mean--
you? Sis, don't tease me. I never had a girl before. I've only done 
this, jacked off."

Lorena reached up and did things to the neck of her blouse. It slipped 
away and he stared at her freed tits. She felt her nipples more erect 
and harder than they had ever been, and the mounds themselves were 
swollen with this new, urgent need. Her lips moved numbly: "Do you like 
them? Do you like my boobs?"

"They're beautiful," he said. "Oh wow--just like I always dreamed they 
would be, if I ever got a peek at all of them."

She swallowed. "You can touch them. Glynn. You can let go of that 
damned magazine and touch your sister's tits."

His hands moved jerkily, came up with the fingers outstretched. The 
magazine slid off his lap and she saw the beautiful hard cock spring 
erect once more. Watching him jack off could wait, she decided; there 
would be plenty of time for that kind of action, later.

Her entire being trembled when her brother's hands moved over her tits. 
There was a look of awe in his face as he cupped the mounds, as he 
pushed them down and allowed them to rise again, with their erectile 
nipples firmly against his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he said. "Strong and lovely. Man oh man, to think I'm 
really, really playing with them."

She couldn't wait. Both her hands moved up his thighs and her 
fingertips prowled into the shaggy forest of his brown pubic hair. 
Glynn jerked his pelvis, and his hard prick waved back and forth like a 
flag-pole in an earthquake. Lorena touched the base of his cock, 
caressed the furry balls in their wrinkled sack. The shaft of her 
brother's prick was throbbing; it was veined with twisting lines, and 
the skin was impossibly soft along its length.

The head of it was something else, still damp from his saliva, flanged 
and bluntly pointed, that intriguing lavender color deepening as she 
fingered over the knob. As she watched, a little droplet of clear fluid 
rose from the tiny mouth. And his fingers dug into her tits with an 
immediacy, an impatience that matched her own sizzling emotions.

She released his cock suddenly, her hands darting to her waist, 
snatching at the zipper of her boys' jeans. Wriggling her hips and 
kicking off her tennies, Lorena stripped herself, flinging away the 
panties, too. When she rolled over onto the bed with her bare legs 
churning, she was totally naked, and the slightest touch of her 
brother's skin against her own was electric.

Their eager bodies slid together, flesh on flesh, and she felt the long 
pole of his cock pressed tightly against her belly. Lorena's mouth 
sought her brother's, and finding it, locked avidly to his mobile lips. 
Jolt after bright, hot jolt shot through her body and went ricocheting 
around inside her head when their tongues met.

Wet and wild, they passed tongues back and forth, sucking and being 
sucked; their teeth clashed gently, and Lorena thought that Glynn was a 
natural cocksman, to know so much and to react so well. He'd never 
screwed a girl, yet here he was, so hot and strong.

Her tits worked across his chest, their nipples ultra-sensitive. Her 
pelvis ground itself into his, and she lifted one slim leg to place it 
across his hip. Glynn pushed nearer, then, the head of his expanded 
prick pulsing hungrily, prodding at the hairy mound of her humid pussy.

Lorena reached for his cock, held lovingly to it for just a moment, 
then steered the spongy-hard knob into the entrance of her labia. Glynn 
shoved, and the head of it skidded from the hole itself, to slip 
greasily along the quaking pussy lips and on past the cleft in her ass. 
She fumbled down and took him in her fingers again, clinging powerfully 
to her brother's prick as he tried to pump it home.

"E-easy, baby!" she gasped. "Oh, take it easy. Here--let me guide it 
for you. Yes, darling; there--oh, there! Feel how wet and soft it is? 
Now push it in my cunt, Glynn. Take your time."

He said brokenly, "Sis--oh, sis! You're so hot and slick, it's like 
nothing I ever felt before--all juicy and like velvet. Man! I'm getting 
into my beautiful sister's pussy."

She felt the head thrust into her outer cunt lips, and knew the thrill 
as it penetrated, stretching the labia, as it came on into the next 
frail barrier and shoved it aside, also. He was into her snatch then, 
pushed the length of his long, hard prick all the way into her wetly 
grasping vagina.

Lorena knew a strange new sensation as she realized that the head of 
her brother's cock was pumping against her cervix, that for the first 
time in her young life, the cup of her womb was being prodded by a 
boy's prick. It was so much more thrilling to know that she was being 
fucked by her brother. Dear, darling Glynn; he had grown up practically 
under her wing after their parents started fighting. Now he was really 
hers, and she was his, in this marvelous intimacy.

"I--I feel your pussy around my prick," he panted, moving his belly 
into hers, backing his rod out almost to the head before shoving it 
deep again. "Oh, wow--sis! I always dreamed fucking you would be crazy, 
but never this hot and slippery and good. Oh--I'm going to come. 
Already! I--I can't hold it off! I love you so much--AHHH!"

She ground her cunt around upon his plunging shaft, digging her 
fingernails into the smoothly muscled cheeks of his ass. "Go on, 
darling! Let it all go! Squirt your lovely hot semen into me, into your 
sister's cunt. It's all right. It's fine, baby."

His come erupted from the flexing end of his hard cock, spewed forth a 
boiling stream of the wondrous liquid that both seared and soothed. 
Lorena met his hesitant, broken strokes, swinging her ass and humping 
her snatch to him, knowing the wet slap of her brother's balls. He was 
sweet and magnificent and adorable--and she rode the diminishing spurts 
of his semen as they splashed torridly into her shuddering pussy.

Clamping down on his embedded shaft, she held him still, her hands 
stroking his buttocks, her fingers dipping swiftly and tantalizingly 
into the furry crack and out again. Arms wrapped around his slim, hard 
body, she crushed her tits into his heaving chest and breathed into his 
ear: "Rest a minute, Glynn. You came too soon, but I loved it, anyhow. 
You were so hot, getting your first fuck, that you just blew off before 
you could control yourself. Next time will be better. I'm really 
slippery inside now, darling--all foamy and soapy from your semen in 
there. And next time, I'll come with you. Oh baby brother--you have a 
simply gorgeous prick!"

Glynn nuzzled her throat in answer, his hands moving warmly up and down 
her back. "Wow, sis--that was far out. It sure beats jacking off, and 
my cock is wiggling around inside your crazy pussy on its own. I'll be 
able to go again in a few seconds; I know I will."

Caressing her brother's ass, Lorena squirmed gently upon his stiff 
prick, wondering at its continued hardness. The other boys she had 
screwed usually lost their hards right away.

She moved her mouth into his ear, used her tongue to tickle him there, 
pushing it right on down into the curvy little hole. Glynn heaved 
against her, twisting and turning, and she started to stroke on his 
buried cock.

Pulling his ass to her with both hands, she bucked her pelvis into his, 
rotated her crotch so that her sensitized cunt walls could enjoy every 
rubbing of his prick. Her clit vibrated at each sensuous touch, and she 
could feel her asshole tighten. Such a long, hard cock, she thought; a 
cherry cock, all for her. Glynn had been a virgin until a few moments 
ago, and he had never tried to take his prick out of his sister's 
jealous pussy since firing his first over-eager load there.

"Screwing you again," he breathed, his hands now with a powerful grip 
upon her ass. "Putting my meat up your pussy again, sis. Oh man--it's 
great great!"

She said, "Fuck me, baby brother. Oh, fuck me until I can't breathe; 
you have the most beautiful prick ever, and I want it, want to screw it 
until I pass out from coming. Glynn, darling--oh, pump it to me. That's 
so good!"

He picked up a beat, his slim shaft working in and out of the grasping 
confines of her wet pussy, screwing in his own semen, in the bubbling 
residue of his own ejaculation. Lorena knew the seeping of overflow, as 
her own lubricating oils mixed so copiously with her brother's come. 
She pulled him more tightly to her with the gripping of her leg, and 
braced her heel behind his knee for a better purchase.

They bumped bellies, and Lorena felt behind her surging ass, reached 
through her thighs to find his swinging balls. She held them, squeezed 
them gently, fondled them as Glynn fed his stiff and rejuvenated meat 
to her avid cunt. Her brother was learning already, and starting to 
roll his ass, to grind it as he used his boyish prick. It was better 
for them both, slippery and juicy, teasing and deeply felt.

Lorena speeded up her rhythm, needing the hard meat deeper, faster, 
needing more of it in her inflamed pussy. Her clitoris was thrumming 
madly, and she began to feel the slight break in Glynn's thrusts, the 
faint jerkings that signaled the swift approach of his own orgasm.

"Go, baby brother!" she gasped. "Oh yes, darling--fuck me hard and fuck 
me strong! Stick your cock so deep that I'll feel it in my belly. Oooh! 
Oh! Y-yes--Glynn! That's it, darling. I'm coming--coming--coming!"

He was only a heartbeat behind the titanic cresting that broke foaming 
throughout her rippling cunt. Great and glorious, her climax swept her 
body, making her moan and twist, making her asshole knot itself. 
Glynn's semen hissed scorchingly into her snatch, another heavy load of 
come that poured the length of her throbbing pussy, drowning her womb 
and flooding back to leak creamy and sticky around his root and down to 
her thigh.

Her nails raked his sweaty back, and her pelvis made a drumbeat against 
his hairy crotch. She loved her brother insanely, completely, totally 
now. No matter what else happened, they had each other.



Chapter 2


Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his sister at 
breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his 
under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at 
him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had 
never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly 
muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.

But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned 
near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? 
Me? Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."

His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool 
in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit."

She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. 
She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she 
think he was--ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd 
already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?

"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?"

His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the 
decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite awhile now."

Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with 
these children--"

"Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his 
paper again.

"Children," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of 
pancakes. He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged him again, not 
caressing this time, but warning him about something.

Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But 
since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will 
probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a 
sitter. I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the 
library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my term paper ready--
"

Arlene banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all right. We'll 
probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared 
for a fairly long job. And Glynn--"

He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I know. Be a 
good little boy." He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but 
stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. Damn, he 
thought; nothing went right around the house any more. He wondered what 
the hell Lorena had in mind--faking a sitter so they could be together 
again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap 
and rubbed his hardening prick

But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the 
hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. Maybe she was putting them 
on, only pretending to make the call. If she wasn't he didn't know what 
she was thinking.

His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of 
the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped 
it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because 
his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have to sit there 
until it went down.

Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered again how 
his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following 
the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her 
short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he 
could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his 
sister. He'd kind of avoided it, before.

But his mom was sure a sexy chick--tall and sort of regal, with big, 
high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father 
walk out on something like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled 
around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick 
enough when Lorena came back to say, "I got a sitter. It's Jean Marks, 
a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm 
sure."

Glynn said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, "Yes, of 
course. Eric--are you going to sit there all morning? You know very 
well what time the appointment is."

Glynn caught his sister in the hall. "What the hell--"

"Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean 
is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man."

"Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of 
his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved 
in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the 
pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some 
sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from 
behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks. 
He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he 
could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.

But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight though, there would 
be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into 
that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go 
out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn 
turned away so he could rub them.

The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his 
body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his 
shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No 
need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier 
because she was his own older sister. Man, oh man; what tits, what an 
ass--and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it 
until it came.

Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over 
one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his 
babysitter. A sitter, man!

But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he 
felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or 
something.

She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small, 
because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks 
had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm 
smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.

Jean said, "So you're Glynn. I've heard so much about you, from your 
sister."

All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his 
mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all 
that crap. He flinched when his sister went by, because she pinched his 
ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."

Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Lorena out 
the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the 
way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his 
sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes on him. So he 
moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before 
he could make it to the patio.

He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood 
there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all 
around the patio. She said, "Can't see a house from here, even; 
complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees."

Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so uptight. After 
all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he 
didn't have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too 
skinny. Lorena had loved it, she said.

He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was 
too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn't so damned sexy 
looking, he'd be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean 
around, and that was pretty weird.

She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her 
head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits, 
and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts 
clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs; Glynn could see her 
mound, and his eyes were magnetically drawn to the cleft of her pussy.

Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just whipped away 
the halter and dropped it. She said, "That water looks great, but I 
didn't bring a suit. You don't mind, do you?"

He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. "N-no."

So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn't been wearing 
panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed brightly at him 
from between her flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she 
moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed to undulate 
with a special sensuous grace.

Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the wavelets came 
to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits, and at last to the 
rosy nipples which were standing straight out. She neared him and put 
those fine little points right up against his wet chest. Glynn's cock 
struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath the water, Jean's 
naked pussy seemed to blaze into his crotch.

She held up her mouth to him. "Lorena said you screwed her, your own 
sister. I think that's groovy, Glynn. She knows how I like to swing 
with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried 
right over."

Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue 
was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt 
over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their 
mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?"

He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and 
here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Glynn couldn't 
believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off 
the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its 
distended head against the slippery belly of the eager girl.

Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and 
her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice--very hard and long. I think Lorena 
was right, that you're going to be a really farout lover, once you get 
the hang of everything. Here, darling--"

She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the 
other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him, 
crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right 
there, tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, and she 
guided the throbbing head of his cock into position.

Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his cockhead as it 
started to push into the tight, very hot lips of her cunt. He took hold 
of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery cheeks of her well shaped 
little ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the pool, Glynn 
could maintain his balance and shove. But he moved them toward the pool 
wall, anyhow, needing a better grip on things.

Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped him get 
the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into the 
scorching grip of her excited pussy. In it went, and by the time he had 
reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the 
shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that tightly gripping 
cunt.

"Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's terrific. Oh, how I 
love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Glynn. Push it all the way to 
your balls and pull it back to the head--but don't take it all the way 
out."

"I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his 
shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around him like a pale 
white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as 
he began to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts.

She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was tighter, and he dug 
fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her wet mouth to his, 
and the hard nipples of her tits skidded back and forth across his 
chest as they moved and hunched together. "Give it to me, Glynn," she 
hissed into his teeth. "Oh, darling, feed me that wonderful hard meat! 
Darling, darling--you use your prick so beautifully--ahh! Ahh, yes! 
Good--it's so long, and I can feel it poking away up in my pussy--ahh!"

Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, grinding his cock 
deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking and driving, 
feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to slap lightly 
against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her 
cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the hammering 
movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier.

Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling back and 
forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock. She bit his lips and 
threw her head back as she tore her lips from his.

"Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes--I dig it, I love 
it--fuck me some more, more! I'm about to come, you horny little 
bastard! I'm going to come, to COME!"

She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon his waist. 
Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt, continued to slam his rod 
home to the hilt as he felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and 
sensed a new lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into the 
grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built wildly within his 
balls, and Glynn felt the onrush of his semen as it hurtled up through 
the seesawing rod of his cock and swelled the head of it.

His come exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a furiously 
boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow cunt with the 
bubbling cream. His balls leaped upward against the cleft of her 
rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh.

Glynn's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that fucking 
seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick would ever be 
truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own sister, but this 
hotly wiggling girl was good enough.

Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to keep his 
prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on the bottom of 
the pool. "Nice," Jean purred. "Very nice. Now we can climb out of the 
water and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you go again 
this quickly?"

"Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new knowledge, and 
she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her cunt.

She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, staring into the 
sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He came out of the pool with water 
pouring from his cock, and with a little creamy drop of semen still 
clinging to the head.

They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean turned to 
fit herself into his arms again. That was when Lorena Johansen came 
from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.

"You guys look fine together," his sister said as Glynn stared. "Mind 
if I join the party?"



Chapter 3


Lorena thought she had never seen anything so beautiful as her brother 
and the girl, naked together. She had come back too late to actually 
watch them screwing in the pool, but she knew they had. The look of 
love was upon them both, and their naked, dripping bodies were glowing 
with what they had just done.

"Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody could be 
looking down into the patio from the taller houses over there."

Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and Jean smiled 
wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the way back into the house, 
her small but shapely ass swinging seductively from side to side. 
Lorena followed them, thinking that she couldn't have done better than 
to bring those two together, Jean was always talking about how she was 
just about insatiable, that she loved to screw, and Glynn was getting 
started right.

But Lorena always knew what might have been a faint flash of jealousy. 
After all, he was her brother, and she had taken his boyish cherry. But 
a moment later, she knew how very foolish that was. If she loved Glynn, 
she wanted to see him happy, and if he was happy fucking the lovely 
little redhead, then she could only be happy, too, not jealous.

Besides, she was very interested in seeing him do it to her friend, and 
all excited about the prospect of joining them herself. Jean Marks 
turned in the middle of the living room and said, "Here, kids?"

"Why not?" Lorena asked. "I locked the front door when I came in."

Glynn was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes licking hotly 
over her tits, so she let the wrap-around towel slide down and expose 
them. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy was throbbing 
softly between her thighs. He said, "You really want to join us, sis? I 
mean--screw with us?"

"I really want to," she answered. "I never did this before, either, but 
I'm sure we can work it out and ball."

"Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily. "This ought to be a wild scene for 
everybody. Oh wow."

Jean had such a beautiful body, Lorena thought; it was so modeled, 
every tiny curve exactly in place and tantalizingly shaped, the pale 
white skin flawless and silken. She dropped her towel the rest of the 
way and let her own body gleam nudely for them. Bigger than Jean, with 
different coloring and different shapings, she was just as firm, just 
as pretty in a sexy design of her own, and the look she caught in her 
brother's widened eyes told her so. She smiled at him, and at the erect 
pole of his long, slim cock. The boy had just dipped that hard shaft 
into the red-haired pussy over there, but he was ready to go again.

Funny, she thought, but she wasn't at all embarrassed. It seemed so 
natural and right that they share their bodies with each other, if that 
was what they wanted.

"You're really beautiful," Jean Marks murmured.

"Yeah," Glynn agreed, his eyes raking her from head to toe, seeing her 
snatch, the hard points of her tits. She thrust her groin forward for 
him, spreading her thighs just a little.

Nobody had ever turned her on like her brother; nobody had ever done 
such a wonderful job of fucking her, and Lorena suspected that they 
were just beginning to explore and understand the mysteries of each 
other's bodies. And there was Jean--ah, yes, Jean of the miniature body 
so wonderfully shaped; Jean who had been so open about seeking new 
sexual thrills. Was it bad to look at another girl's body and get 
excited? Lorena didn't know about that, only that she was stimulated as 
she had seldom been before.

Jean said, "You were right, Lorena; your brother has a wonderfully hard 
prick. I wish I had a brother like him."

"Be my guest," Lorena said, moving closer so that she could bring her 
belly next to Glynn's. Their thighs brushed, and she pressed against 
his cock, pushed it up between their bellies. It was long and round, 
next to her skin, and she could feel the hungry pulsing of the organ, 
as if it were about to demand she do something to soften it.

Her nipples dug into his chest, boring hotly there, as insistent as his 
prick was. Glynn's hands slid over her hips, caressing, and he said, "I 
still can't believe I'm so lucky."

Lorena kissed him, softly at first, then with an avid fury that thrust 
her tongue over his own and as far back into his mouth as she could 
reach. They rolled their nude bodies together, and their hands were 
everywhere, fondling and cupping, stroking and petting. Their breath 
mixed hotly, and she found that she was making sensual, thrusting 
motions with her crotch.

Gasping, she backed away from him, conscious of the new lubrication 
that was making her pussy oily inside, that was bringing little drops 
of warm dew to glisten along the cunt lips and among the curly pubic 
hairs. "Oh wow, Glynn. I could take it standing up like this, but 
there's Jean--"

Jean came to them, putting a small hand on each of their shoulders. "To 
share with, darlings. Look--neither of us wants to be disappointed 
right away, although I think that Glynn here could go all day, if he 
wanted. Sa what do you say we--you and me, Lorena--stretch out on the 
floor here, so that he can take turns."

Lorena stared. "You mean, screw us in turn?"

"Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws one of us 
awhile--without coming--then the other; taking turns that way. Of 
course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go into whoever he 
happens to be fucking at the moment."

"That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed. "Glynn?"

"Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick into two 
beautiful cunts, one right after the other. I'm liable to flip right 
out."

Holding hands, Lorena sank to the carpet with the other girl, little 
hot waves of anticipation skipping madly up and down her spine. It was 
all so wild, so unreal; all her sexual fantasies were coming true, one 
at a time. She didn't have to worry now about how mom and dad were 
getting along, didn't have to feel the antagonism between her parents 
heavy in the air. She was being loved; she was loving, and the outside 
world didn't count against that.

The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she sat down, 
caressed her spine as she lay back, still holding hands with Jean 
Marks. The other girl's foot rubbed hers and made it tingle. Eyelids 
fluttering, Lorena looked up and saw her brother kneeling between her 
outspread legs.

Glynn was staring down at her pussy, the fingers of his right hand 
wrapped around the white column of his cock. It was the first way she'd 
seen that wondrous prick, since they'd both grown up, when he was 
masturbating it. The head glowed lavender and it was bluntly pointed; 
she could see the veins throbbing beneath the shaft, and her eyes 
briefly touched the sack of his down-hanging balls.

"You first," Glynn said. "You don't mind if my cock-head is still a 
little sticky from going off inside Jean's pussy?"

"N-no," Lorena answered hoarsely, "I don't mind." She was shaking 
inside and out, fascinated by the glistening drop of whitish fluid that 
dangled from the very tip of her brother's cock.

She was also crazily turned on by her hip touching Jean's, by the other 
girl's softly throbbing presence. Lorena glanced quickly over at her 
friend, and saw the nipples of the girl's tits standing high and hard, 
saw the deepness of the green eyes focused upon her own.

"Fuck him hard," Jean breathed, and squeezed Lorena's hand.

Lorena flinched when her brother reached down to caress her hips. His 
hands ran lightly and teasingly over her belly, barely touched her 
pussy, then stroked over the extremely sensitive insides of her 
trembling thighs. He said to her: "You're so beautiful, sis; I almost 
come just looking down at your cunt. Your pussy hair is so deep and 
thick, and I can see the lips kind of pouting out through the curls."

Glynn touched a fingertip to her labia, and Lorena's hips rolled in 
immediate reflex. He fondled her dewy cunt lips, tickled into the hairs 
around her ass, and she heard him catch his breath. Then his finger 
slid inside her body, feeling around within the tight, hot gripping of 
her vagina. She gasped as it went in to the knuckle, as the round 
length of it massaged gently across her stimulated clitoris.

"D-darling," she breathed. "Oh Glynn--I'm so hot I can't wait. Please--
"

When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head into the giving 
hairs of her pussy and pushed it down so that it kissed the hot, wet 
lips, Lorena clamped down hard on Jean's hand, and her left leg lifted 
to coil itself sinuously around the other girl's leg.

"So hot," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering, "so very hot inside my 
pussy--"

"Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his strong young prick 
into the hungry lips of her steamy cunt. It spread them apart, slid 
long and round between them, up into the pit of her vagina, up and up 
until she felt the marvelously soft sack of his balls come to rest in 
the cleft of her ass.

Head turned aside, she said to Jean Marks: "It's all the way up my 
pussy, so long and hard. Oohh--I love it; oh, how I love my brother's 
prick!"

Jean turned on her side, rubbing her leg along Lorena's, now able to 
press the twin mounds of her firmly molded tits into Lorena's shoulder. 
The piquant face was very close, and so appealing, the deep green eyes 
smoldering, the pink lips parted in damp invitation.

As Glynn began to stroke his cock within the confines of her shuddering 
snatch, Lorena did the most natural thing that occurred to her: she 
kissed the other girl's beckoning mouth. The lips were soft and tender, 
trembling against her own, and the little hot tongue darted questingly 
into her mouth where her own tongue met it with consuming passion.

Her brother's breath panted hotly into her ear, and his hands took a 
grip upon the rolling of her hips, pinning them down for a long, 
conquering moment as he jammed his cock home to the hilt again.

"Uhhh!" Lorena grunted into the other girl's avid mouth, and shivered 
to the feel of Jean's hands when they started to caress the heavy 
tenderness of her swollen tits.

It was wild and insane, but her heart threatened to tear out of her 
chest with crazy leapings of joy, and her lower body moved in sinuously 
thrusting happiness as her pussy contracted and rode up and down the 
greased pole of her brother's cock. To be fucked by him, of all people, 
to be screwed by her very own brother, while another girl kissed her 
and played with the rigid nipples of her aching tits--this was all out 
of the world, so far out she hadn't really imagined it before.

Lorena let herself go, bit down lightly upon the other girl's lips and 
used her own hands to discover the textured shapings of Jean's breasts. 
She rocked upon the pistoning cock that moved so steadily and 
powerfully inside her gripping cunt, reveling in every move of the 
meaty rod, loving every tiny vein along its length, every miniscule 
bump and pore of the slippery skin.

She was loved, loved, adored in duplicate and who was to say it was 
wrong to love one of your own sex? Certainly not anybody who didn't 
even know how to love on their own; certainly not her mother and 
father.

Only her beloved brother with the steadily surging prick shoved up her 
pussy; only this gorgeous little girl whose tits felt so wonderful--
only Lorena herself, screwing so wonderfully, churning her cunt around 
the now hammering cock; these were the only people who had any say-so 
over what they wanted to do, what they needed to do. For each other and 
to each other.

"Sis--oh wow, sis! You're so hot and juicy--your cunt is just eating up 
my prick--oh--ahh--I'm coming, darling. I'm coming!"

With a last, twisting thrust, Glynn shoved his meat far up her pussy, 
and she felt the head of it bumping her womb, felt the wet slap of his 
balls in the crack of her ass. Her vagina vibrated strongly around his 
glans as her brother began to come, as he started to shoot the essence 
of his heaving testicles up inside her snatch.

His hotly bubbling semen splashed against her cervix, flooded boiling 
into the cup of her cunt, soaking the clinging tissues of her vaginal 
walls. Lorena flexed her cunt around the embedded cockhead, and when 
she gave another long, sensuous gyration of her crotch on the shaft, 
knew her own orgasm as it came rising swiftly from the epicenter of her 
thrumming clit.

"Umm, umm!" she moaned, her mouth held captive by Jean's, her tongue 
curling and uncurling with the other girl's. Her belly hammered at her 
brother's pelvis, and she sucked upon Jean's lips while the waves of 
ecstasy roared throughout her pussy.

Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her through undulating 
curves of soft, sweet flesh, that bore her upon its breast, that yet 
somehow held her impaled upon the penetration of the adored shaft. Lips 
nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle hands manipulated the cones of 
her tits; Lorena lay relaxed and limp, unable to remotely imagine any 
better feelings, any more wondrous place than this moment in enchanted 
time.

"Terrific," Jean Marks said softly. "I never saw anyone screwed before, 
and its terrific. Especially when I know I'm going to take that same 
great prick, in a few minutes."

Slowly, Lorena came back to the world. With some regret, but with more 
interest, she turned over onto one side, so that she could face the 
girl. When she made the move, her brother's cock slipped from the wet 
glove of her cunt. She felt its head leaking, and sensed the sticky 
trail of semen left across the inside of one thigh.

"Can I do anything--anything special?" she asked Jean.

The redhead sat up, her neat little tits bouncing. She smiled and said, 
"I'd like to ride Glynn this time--that is, if he can go again soon."

"Sure," Glynn said. "Just give me time to catch my breath, and I'll be 
ready again."

"Isn't he amazing?" Jean asked, coming to her knees and grinning fondly 
at her new lover.

"That he is," Lorena agreed, for her brother was much better than both 
the lovers she had known, and so ready to screw again, after such a 
short time between fucks. He was amazing, all right, and very, very 
special. She would give him anything he wanted, all he needed or craved 
or desired, no matter how far out his newly awakened sexual tastes 
might become.

They were all each had--besides a friend like Jean here; if they clung 
together, gave all they had, took all there was to receive, then what 
power could separate them?

Not their parents. Lorena would not allow that, now.



Chapter 4


Glynn heard his parents come home, because they were arguing about 
something the minute they hit the door. He pushed aside the book he had 
been reading, slipped on his robe and went downstairs to raid the 
fridge. He was hungry, and grinned at the idea of stoking up his 
strength again. It had been a long day, and the most groovy one of his 
life; too bad it had to end so soon.

There had been the swinging with his sister and Jean, all mixed up as 
he dipped his cock into one fine pussy after the other. It had been 
hot, wild and crazy, and he popped his nuts so many times that he was 
weak in the knees. But that didn't matter; he was young and strong and 
recovered quickly.

As he went into the kitchen, his father cut short whatever he'd been 
saying, but by the look on the old man's face, Glynn knew the argument 
was just starting. Why the hell couldn't they stop hacking at each 
other, he wondered. They must have dug each other once, and should be 
able to make it again, if they would only try.

His mother said, "Want me to fix you a sandwich, dear?"

"He's big enough to take care of himself," his father said.

"Sure," Glynn agreed. "I'll just grab a bite and get out of your way."

"You're not in the way," his mother said.

His father grunted, "Oh for Christ sake," and tilted up a can of beer 
to drain it.

Feeling stiff and awkward, Glynn dived into the refrigerator and took a 
chunk of cheese and a bottle of milk.

"Sit right there and finish your snack," his mother ordered. "I won't 
let your father drive you out of your own kitchen."

Glynn sat down and watched his dad slam out of the room; in a moment, 
he heard the tinkle of ice into a glass, and knew his father was at the 
little bar in the living room. "Mom," he said, "I wish you guys 
wouldn't fight over me."

Her smile was soft and a little sad. "It's not exactly over you, dear. 
It's more like a habit we've gotten into."

He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a laxness around her 
mouth, and she was just a little careless about how she leaned over. 
Glynn could see the rounded top moundings of his mom's big, high tits 
as she bent to straighten out her stockings. Damn, he thought; a guy 
could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs, and for the first 
time, let his mind run free with the images that he'd so often crowded 
into the far corners of his head.

Man, oh man! A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed those tits 
against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy nipples right 
through the thin robe she had been wearing. He had jacked off in the 
bathroom, ideas running riot in his mind about fondling them, maybe 
even kissing and sucking on them. That time, his semen had exploded 
before he could catch the sticky stuff in toilet paper, and he had to 
clean it off the floor.

He blushed when his mom straightened up, but couldn't pull his eyes 
away from her lifted skirt. She was still fooling around with the 
stocking on her left leg, and his eyes followed her hands as she 
stroked up over the silken knee, up along the swelling of her sleek, 
long thigh.

Her legs were so long, tapering just so, and he got one magic, too-
quick glimpse of the edge of her frilly panties before she dropped her 
skirt and cut off his view. Glynn shuddered slightly, his head reeling 
as he contemplated the juiciness of the forbidden treasure snuggled so 
enticingly there between the soft, full thighs of his mother's 
wonderful legs.

How the hell could his old man pass that up? He knew they hadn't been 
sleeping together for months now, ever since his dad moved into the 
extra bedroom. That meant that neither of them was getting any fucking, 
although his dad could very well be playing around on the side. But his 
mother was usually home, and Glynn didn't quite see her as laying 
anybody in the neighborhood.

It was an idea, though, and he thought more about that as she began to 
tidy up the kitchen. His eyes clung to the curves of her delectable ass 
as she moved, seeing the way her skirt caressed the molded flanks, how 
it dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of her buttocks. Maybe his 
mom was getting really frustrated, and she needed a man. With a sexy 
body like that, and the way she moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, 
she had to be a wild, hot piece of cunt. It was a shame to see it going 
to waste.

Glynn bit into the cheese and gulped milk, conscious that his well-used 
cock was beginning to rise beneath his robe. Did his father have a 
bigger one? Probably, he thought, the old man was a big, burly guy, and 
probably had a prick to match the rest of him, and although Glynn had 
sometimes wondered about that big thing being shoved into his mom's 
fine pussy, he had always pushed the idea quickly away in shame.

Now he rolled it around in his head, enjoying the feel of his thoughts, 
trying to picture his dad crawling between his mother's long, slim 
legs, trying to see what that gorgeous pussy really looked like, all 
curling hairs deep and rich, with the wet, pink lips peeping out shyly, 
eager for the first touch of the cock-head.

Glynn's prick throbbed painfully, and he crossed his legs to keep it 
quiet. Maybe he wouldn't dare think the way he was, if he hadn't 
already screwed his sister. But now he wondered if that was any 
different than fucking his mother. Lorena was a lovely, hot fuck, and 
he was glad she had been the one to technically get his cherry. He was 
a lucky guy, and loved his sister more, because they had shared their 
bodies. Could he love his mom more, the same way, if he was ever so 
lucky as to get into that marvelous, deep cunt?

The cheese was gone, and so was the milk, but he didn't want to leave 
right away. His mother was sneaking another nip of whiskey from the 
bottle that was kept hidden in the cupboard, away from the bar. Glynn 
ran his eyes over her back, lingering at the shapeliness of her ass. 
He'd give anything to snuggle up to that tempting pair of cheeks, to 
nudge his hard prick in between them, maybe bend it down so that it 
could slide between her thighs, slide wetly along those tickling pussy 
hairs, feeling the heat of her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful 
enchanted softness there.

She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty milk carton, 
blushing again. When he looked up, she was eyeing him intently. 
"Anything the matter, dear?"

"N-no, mom; guess I'd better get up to bed."

"Kiss me goodnight, Glynn."

No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep his hard cock from touching 
his mom's belly. She had her arms around him, pulling him close, trying 
to gain some kind of comfort from him, and he was embarrassed when his 
meat thumped against her body.

But her lips were warm and damp, and she kissed him right on the mouth, 
holding the kiss longer than usual. It made him highly uncomfortable, 
especially since his own arms had automatically slipped around her 
lithe, slim waist, and now he was feeling the tantalizing softness of 
her tits as they flattened against his chest.

Glynn managed to break away, flustered and shaken, and caught his 
mother looking quizzically at him. He fled when she said something, not 
catching anything but the wondering tone of her voice. Oh wow, he 
thought--he'd almost blown it that time. Hurrying up the stairs, he 
scooted into his sister's room without knocking, and clicked the latch 
behind him.

Her bedlamp was on, and her body was outlined by the sheet; light 
spilled over her honeyblonde hair and she looked very good. "Something 
the matter?" she asked.

"They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit down on the edge 
of her bed. "Both of them are drinking, and when mom made me kiss her 
goodnight, I got a hard on. I'm sure she felt it against her belly. 
Wow, sis--I damn near freaked out."

Lorena touched his hand. "After all that good screwing today, you can 
still get hard? Does mom turn you on so much?"

He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his hard cock was 
working its way out from the fold of his robe. "Yes."

"The same way I turn you on?"

He nodded. "Maybe even more. I mean, I love you sis, and I dig the 
fucking you taught me. I guess I'll always love you more than any other 
chick I get to screw, because we're closer. But mom--well, I've been 
dreaming about her for years, only I never came right out and admitted 
it to myself before."

Lorena nodded and stroked his hand. "I know, Glynn. I always had the 
same thing for dad, dreams and wild ideas. But I never thought beyond 
the dreams--until now."

He stared at his sister. "What do you mean?"

Her hand drifted along his arm and dropped down on his cock. Gently, 
she felt the head, running her fingers lightly over its throbbing bulb. 
"I mean, maybe this is the way we can make them stop working on the 
divorce, and stay with each other."

Glynn peeled off his robe and his prick sprang free and stiff into his 
sister's softly teasing hand. "I don't understand--"

She wrapped her fingers tightly around his rod and massaged it 
tenderly. "If I can somehow get dad to fuck me--and oh how I want him 
to do that!--then maybe I can hold him here, in our house. I mean, if 
he digs fucking me as much as I know I'll enjoy being screwed by him, 
then he won't want to leave, even if he's still mad at mom."

Glynn eased toward his sister, and she pulled him lightly along the 
way, flipping back the sheet with her other hand to expose her fine 
young body with the dark blonde hair crisp at her mound.

"Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean, but what will hold mom?"

Lorena slipped her hand down his shaft to cup his swollen balls. "You," 
she said.

Glynn drew in a deep and noisy breath. "Wow! You mean--somehow you get 
dad to screw you, and I somehow get this into mom's terrific pussy--
and--but how, sis? How the hell are we ever going to manage all that? 
They might slap us silly, or think we freaked out, or call the cops, 
even."

She shook her head and lifted her upper body so that her tits almost 
reached the head of his cock. "I don't think so. Look--they're both 
hitting the bottle pretty heavy, and I think they're both really 
frustrated, not screwing each other any more. If we can get them to 
loosen up and fuck us, instead, it's only a logical step from there to 
having them back together. I mean, they'll both be a little guilty 
about what they're doing, and so they'll be nicer to each other."

"Yeah," he breathed, his heart beating quickly at this new idea, "and 
if we can work it right, maybe we can get them in a tangle like you and 
me had with Jean today. That way, they'll get so hot they'll have to 
fuck each other again."

"Great!" Lorena said, and pressed his hard shaft between her tits. "But 
we can't screw it up by doing things too fast. Tomorrow night, they 
have to stay home and work on the property settlement. I heard dad say 
so this morning. That means we can help them get smashed, and--well, 
then I'll go crawl into dad's bed, and you can make out with mom."

Glynn felt the silken smoothness of his sister's tits along his rigid 
cock, and lifted his hands to stroke her hair. "So tonight--"

"So there's still the rest of tonight," Lorena said softly, "and I 
never did any of those things I saw in your books--not yet. I want to 
do them with you, Glynn. I want to eat you."

He shuddered when she dipped her face to plant a kiss upon the pulsing 
head of his swollen prick. "Are you sure you want to? I mean--"

"I want to," she insisted. "How else am I ever going to learn?"

Glynn spread his knees and straddled his sister's hips. He caressed her 
head gently as she began to lick over his cockhead, as the darting 
flicks of her hot, wet tongue sent electric jolts up his backbone. She 
was going to suck him off; it was finally going to happen to him, and 
he welcomed it with all the pent-up lust he had.

Slowly, she slid her mouth over the end of his prick, taking in the 
entire head. His fingers stroked the shaft and cuddled his balls, while 
her lips worked up and down. Glynn felt the marvelous suction develop, 
and knew the fondling of his glans by her busy tongue. The sensations 
were terrific, and his thighs stiffened as he clung to his sister's 
head for support.

It was like fucking, but different. It was being eaten, being devoured; 
it was pumping his cock gently back into her mouth and feeling it slide 
over her wet tongue, feeling it touch the roof of her mouth and reach 
back to the velvet cup of her throat.

Shivering with rapture, Glynn backed it out a bit, but her hungry mouth 
followed his rod, gnawing lightly upon its sensitive skin. He wiggled, 
and she drew him deeper, sucked him farther into the tickling heat of 
her throat. Lapping her tongue over the aching head, Lorena worked more 
feverishly upon his prick.

"Oh!" he grunted. "Oh, sis--wow--eat me up, baby! Eat my cock, chew it 
up, suck it out by the roots. Oh--ah! Sis, sis--I'm about to come!"

She didn't try to back off, and made no attempt to dodge the semen he 
just had to let go. Instead, she sucked him harder, dipping in her 
cheeks and gulping noisily at his shaft as he fed it into her face, as 
he stroked it into the hungry cavity of her mouth.

Glynn came then, hunching his back and straining as the mighty rush of 
semen came pouring up from his flexing balls to gush like a hot 
mountain stream from the jerking head of his prick. Heavy and thick, 
the juices poured scalding from his shaft and flooded his sister's 
throat. She drank it down, pulled more droplets from his rod, sucked 
additional moisture into her body.

He dropped slowly over to one side, lifting his knee, and Lorena stayed 
with him, making love to his cock with her mouth, clinging to his 
balls; her hair spread over his crotch, and his fingers dug deeply into 
its silken luxury. His head spun and his breath was ragged in his 
chest.

At last, she let go, and allowed his still rigid prick to slide gently 
from the grasp of her lips. No semen smeared her mouth, he saw through 
blurred eyes, because she had swallowed it all. It had been a farout 
experience, one that had his belly tied up in little jerking knots.

"Glynn," she murmured, kissing her way up his belly to his chest. "Oh, 
Glynn--that was wonderful. So intimate, so very close; it was like 
doing everything for you, and for me, too. I loved it."

"I did, too," he sighed. "If you ever get to do that to our dad, he'll 
climb the walls, I know."

Now she was at his throat, nibbling there, her tits moving back and 
forth across his heaving chest, the hard nipples prodding his flesh. 
When she moved up to kiss his mouth, he could smell the scent of his 
own semen, but he didn't mind. Lorena kissed him then, running her 
tongue deeply, giving him the full flavor of himself.

When she pulled away, she said, "There, darling. I have the best, the 
sexiest brother in the whole world, and I'm glad. Now let's talk about 
the plan."

With the passion dampened within him, at least for a little while, 
Glynn turned edgy. "I don't know," he murmured. "It sounds kind of 
kooky, now."

"Not at all," she said quickly. "Tomorrow night, when you have that 
great cock all hard for mom, you'll think differently again. I'm sure 
going ahead with my part of it, and if you chicken out--well, just 
imagine what you'll be missing. Think about mom, and her big, groovy 
tits; remember how good her legs look, and how her ass wiggles when she 
walks. Remember how many times you've masturbated and tried to make 
believe you were fucking her, instead of your hand. This is your 
chance, Glynn--your big chance. If you blow it now, you may never have 
the opportunity again."

"Okay," he said, after awhile. "You're right, I guess. And boy--you 
sure must want to fuck dad, or you wouldn't have come up with the plan 
in the first place."

"Women are more logical," she said, kissing him again. "So it's on for 
tomorrow night?"

"It's on," he agreed.



Chapter 5


Lorena had been busy playing bartender all night, and had watched her 
brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he stayed between their 
mother and father, a buffer so that their fight wouldn't really get 
started.

They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids, Lorena 
saw, and before the evening was over, everybody was more or less 
enjoying themselves. There had been only a few sly cuts, and even those 
lessened as the night wore on, helped considerably by the double 
strength drinks Lorena mixed.

Maybe her mom and dad felt a little guilty, she thought, especially 
with their kids so obviously trying to make a family type party of the 
occasion. They'd talked about rock music and how things were shaping up 
for the Fall school term, and about other kids, but the conversation 
steered away from what was on all their minds--the impending divorce.

If mom had said anything about who was taking over, about which one was 
going to get what kid, Lorena thought that the whole bit would have 
blown up right then and there. Neither she nor Glynn wanted to hear any 
of that splitting up crap. They couldn't allow it to happen, even if 
the plan failed.

But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had to keep 
telling herself that it was going to work out, that her father had to 
feel the same way about her. She watched him and knew a thrill of 
anticipation as she saw him getting smashed.

If she hadn't made it with Glynn, if she hadn't swung with her own 
brother and gotten into that wild tangle with him and Jean, maybe she 
wouldn't have the nerve to try what was coming up. But she had to go 
through with it now; if she didn't, her mother and father would keep 
moving toward that damned divorce.

"Well," her mom said, "it's been a nice night, but I'm pooped, and 
drank too much of that juice. I'm going to bed. Night, kids."

Lorena noticed that her mom didn't tell her dad good night, and glanced 
quickly at Glynn. He looked away, his face down, and she threatened him 
in her head, because they had the plan already set. She was going into 
her dad's room, after he was asleep, and Glynn was supposed to do the 
same, only he was to sneak into their mom's bedroom. The way they had 
figured it out, dad would think it was mom snuggling to him, and mom 
would think it was dad.

If they didn't truly hate each other, then they would get it on, and 
just because they screwed didn't mean they had to call off all the 
legal machinery. Lorena took a deep breath. "I'll clean up," she said. 
"You can go to bed, too, dad."

Mom was already halfway up the stairs, her sleek butt swinging from 
side to side, those long legs flashing, when dad climbed out of his 
chair. "Might as well," he said. "Nowhere else to go."

He was so good looking, she thought, and moved like a kid half his age. 
Her father looked impossibly Nordic, with pale blonde hair and green 
eyes; he was six feet tall, and a well muscled 200 pounds, with no 
paunch. It was a wonder that women didn't fight over him.

Lorena didn't think that was the trouble between her parents, other 
women. It was just something that had grown sharp and ugly over the 
years, like a sickness. But if they wouldn't do anything about it, the 
kids would. Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Lorena felt the stuff burn 
all the way down. She needed a little extra courage, but before she 
could pour herself another shot, she looked up and saw her father 
watching.

"You're a good kid, Lorena," he said. "Some guy is going to be mighty 
lucky."

"Thanks, dad."

Into an awkward silence, Glynn said: "I'm hungry. I'll grab a bite to 
eat and be up later."

They saw their father climb the stairs heavily, swaying a bit, and when 
he was out of sight Lorena hissed: "Later, hell! Don't you dare cop out 
now. Here, take a drink with me, and I'll go upstairs in a few minutes, 
after he's had time to fall asleep."

She and her brother downed some whiskey, both making faces and 
shuddering at the taste. Lorena felt the warmth spreading in her tummy 
and moving down her legs, but she didn't need any more alcohol. She was 
keyed up and alert now, fighting down the hot trembles that raced over 
her taut flesh from time to time.

Glynn said, "You're really going to do it."

And she answered, "Right on--and you'd better do it, too--or you'll be 
back to jacking off. I'll never screw you again, and that's a promise."

"Okay," he said, surrendering. "I guess I'm just scared shitless."

"Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm. "But this is our big 
chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop that damned 
divorce. Help me clean up here, and concentrate on how it will be, 
sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great body."

She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and wondered if the 
hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde of his head. She 
wondered if his penis would be big in comparison to Glynn's, and to the 
two other boys she had screwed. A pulse in her throat beat wildly as 
she tried to picture a really large cock and what it would do inside 
her eager pussy.

Her throat was tight as she said, "It's time. I--I'll go up first and 
take a quick shower, then sneak into his room. You do the same in mom's 
room."

Her brother said, "Yeah, sis. Funny thing--I have a hard on, but it's 
as much from thinking of you and dad fucking, as for me and mom."

Lorena kissed him, pressed the pulsing length of her body to his, and 
felt the erect staff of his prick against her belly. She rolled her 
hips and ground her pelvis into it, but laughed and pulled swiftly 
away. "Save it for mom. Okay, here I go."

Bathing quickly in her shower, Lorena scented her body with her 
favorite perfume, a sexy, clinging odor. She dabbed it on the hard 
nipples of her tits and in her freshly shaven armpits, then drew a line 
down her trembling belly to the deeply curling hairs of her pussy. 
Would he like her? Would he think she was a fine, hot piece of ass? Oh, 
she hoped so. She had wanted him to fondle her for years, to feel his 
hands on every part of her aching body.

Lorena put on her only sexy robe, then pulled it off and simply wrapped 
a bath towel around her body. She could always scoot out in a hurry, if 
things didn't work out, but she closed off her mind to that 
possibility. It was going to be all right, she just knew that.

But her knees were shaking when she softly turned the knob of his door 
and let herself into the totally dark room. Standing still, trying to 
adjust to the deep blackness inside, Lorena's nostrils flared at the 
subtle odors of man--shaving lotion, leather, tweed, man-sweat.

She heard him turn on the bed, heard his heavy breathing and knew he 
was asleep. Forcing her legs to obey, she moved step by faltering step 
across the room to the big bed and sank down upon the edge of the 
mattress, her heart threatening to explode.

He was under the sheet, and she carefully lifted it to slide her legs 
beneath the covering. When her weight was on the bed, when the bath 
towel was dropped upon the floor and she was head to foot naked in the 
same bed with her daddy, Lorena's mind gave an exultant leap. She was 
halfway home, moving into a lifelong dream that wasn't a dream now, but 
something very real.

Turning onto her left side, Lorena eased out a hand, felt toward the 
warmth and bulk of her father's body. He didn't move when she touched 
his chest, and she let her fingers rest lightly upon the hairy expanse 
of it, moving up and down with the rhythm of his breath. Daringly, she 
allowed her hand to drift downward as he lay upon his back, and felt 
very gently into the curving of his belly.

She shivered then, for a fingertip had brushed against something else, 
a softness lying limply against his pelvis. The head of her daddy's 
cock! Would he feel that and awaken? Breathlessly, she waited, but he 
didn't move. Lorena grew braver and took the flaccid thing in her hand.

It was very big, she discovered; even in this comatose state, her 
father's prick was long and thick and for a moment she knew a thrill of 
fright. What if it was too big, and she couldn't take it into her small 
pussy? Would it hurt, ripping and tearing her delicate vagina? Or would 
she be able to stretch herself around it?

Caressing the dormant meat, she felt it growing slowly, almost 
imperceptibly heavier beneath her touch. The head of it began to swell, 
expanding continually until she thought that it might never stop. The 
shaft thickened and veins writhed along its impossible length as blood 
gorged there. It filled her hand and she thought dizzily that no man's 
prick could actually be so big.

But there it was, a mighty engine of sex moving under her fingers, 
lifting to its full and majestic size. She was afraid, and her hand 
dipped to the hairy sack below, to probe the balls that were filling 
with fluids. They were huge, too, and she wondered how much semen they 
could pump, wondered if his ejaculation would be something like the 
release of a fire hose.

"Uhh," her father muttered, and she jerked her hand away as if his cock 
was a burning pole. He rolled over, turned on his side facing her, and 
one big arm came out and down across her body.

Heart racing, she lay quietly as his warm breath fanned her face, but 
he was still sound asleep. Only now, his gigantic glans was shoved 
against her tummy, and she could feel the velvet texture of the head on 
her skin. There was something else--a vague stickiness that she 
recognized as the same kind of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from her 
brother's prick before they fucked.

Her own pussy was damp, throbbing with a deep-seated need that only 
this man's cock could ease, and her fears departed. The nipples of her 
tits were so swollen that they pained, and it seemed as if the breasts 
themselves had grown with her desire. Lorena lifted her left knee high 
and placed it carefully down upon her daddy's sleeping form.

Inching forward, she pushed the sizzling mound of her snatch against 
the base of his cock and luxuriated there for long, rapturous moments. 
But the urgency to be fucked was raging within her excited cunt, and 
she adjusted her position, sliding upward until she could feel the 
mammoth head of the prick nestling against her pubic hair.

Lorena's right hand probed down and gripped the shaft, just below the 
flanges of the cockhead. Shaking all over, she urged her cunt lips to 
it, while her hand guided the blunt glans tip into the steaming labia. 
Wet and slippery, her pussy lips received the big knob, and Lorena 
pushed down with her crotch. So big, so big--but her cunt was avid, and 
when she wiggled a little, the head began to slowly but surely 
penetrate.

She moved her hand to the cheek of her father's firm ass, holding there 
as her pussy struggled to take in the huge bulb of his prick.

Drawing him closer, slipping her right hand under his neck, she pulled 
her crotch tighter to him and bore down heavier, forcing the head of 
his cock deeper and deeper into the hot and hungry stretching of her 
pussy. It went on, bored inside the elastic barrier of her giving 
labia. Lorena felt the inner lips spreading wide, and with one more 
hard shove, she suddenly had the knob inside her vagina.

Oh, it was good! It was marvelous, terrific, and she rolled her ass to 
drive the thing ever deeper. The thick shaft followed easily, and then 
it was home, then it was buried inside her expanded cunt. Up to the 
roots, up to the hilt it went, thrilling and lovely. She knew the hairy 
caress of his full balls as the crack of her ass snugged them close, 
and gasping, she drew her daddy's face down to press his mouth to a 
nipple.

Lorena wiggled slowly, in ecstasy, upon the huge prick now jammed in 
her pussy. She was packed tightly with the beautiful meat, filled to 
capacity by the gorgeous shaft that prodded against the entrance to her 
cervix. Her entire belly seemed to be crammed with cock and that was 
just how she wanted it, because it was her own daddy's cock--thick and 
hard, long and powerful.

It slipped back and forth as her love oils greased it more, and every 
short stroke caressed her clit, sending blazing excitement throughout 
her body. Then Lorena flinched as her father's mouth opened to suck in 
her nipple, as his tongue licked hotly over the sensitive nub. His arms 
came around her and his crotch surged strongly against her own, 
thrusting his prick solidly home.

"Ooohh!" Lorena gasped as the force of the thrust shook her entire 
body.

Her daddy said around her tit, "So you couldn't hold off any longer. 
You needed this big prick, didn't you? Here--and here--take it, 
Arlene!"

He was awake, she realized in shock. Her father was awake, but thought 
he was fucking her mother. Lorena was her own mom at that crazy moment, 
writhing and bucking to take the mighty hammering of her husband's 
cock. But she was Lorena, too--and fucking on her own, giving savage 
twists and heaves when the gigantic cock bored deep, chasing after it 
when it backed off for another stroke.

Her left heel dug into the hairy valley of his ass to give her a better 
grip and more leverage. She dug sharp nails into his muscled back, too, 
and to keep him from recognizing who she was, burrowed her face into 
the matting of his chest. Lorena bit gently into the hairy flesh, 
tasting the flavors of his skin, tasting the spices of her father's 
body.

Head spinning, sucking for air, she fucked him with a maddened and 
furious abandon, gyrating her belly and banging her pelvis into his. 
"Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oh--ahh! Oh yes, yes--I--I'm going to come! I 
can't hold off any longer--ahh--oh--OH! Coming--I'm COMING!"

He fed the glorious meat into her shuddering cunt with quick, hard 
thrusts, grunting as he did so: "You bitch! You hot assed, horny bitch! 
You love to fuck--love to fuck me. AHH! I'm letting it go into you--
letting it all go!"

Her orgasm crested sweetly over her squirming body, fluttering deeply 
within her filled cunt, spasming out from the complete stimulation of 
her clitoris. Lorena's asshole snapped tight as a released rubber band, 
and it was at that climactic moment that she felt the roaring discharge 
of her father's embedded prick.

Hot and jetting, the semen pounded wetly against her womb and spurted 
strongly over the walls of her flexing vagina. Her daddy's come was a 
geyser that bathed her pussy from one end to the other, that drowned 
her undulating pussy in the boiling cream forced up from his leaping 
balls.

She must have fainted, because the next she knew, she was trying to 
swim up from a deep pool of warmth, from a lovely depth of ecstasy. 
Eyes blurred, she protested weakly when the wonderful prick was 
withdrawn slowly from the jealous gripping of her inflamed pussy. She 
felt the hot and sticky wetness along her thigh as an overflow of semen 
followed the head.

Somehow then, she was on her back, sucking for air, her entire body 
throbbing with joy, her cunt twitching inside as the come soaked into 
its tissues. Dimly, she heard his voice, and wanted to tell him she 
loved him, loved him. But he was saying something, shaking her--and 
then there was a burst of light that hurt her eyeballs.

"What? Damnit--I thought--no, I knew you weren't Arlene. But--but I 
never had any idea--oh hell. What are you doing here, baby? What made 
me rape my own little girl?"



Chapter 6


Glynn wasn't used to whiskey. He'd only had three beers in his life, 
and the drink he'd taken with his sister was a fire in his belly. He 
wanted another one, but didn't dare swallow it because he might get too 
smashed to go upstairs. And Lorena hadn't been putting him on when she 
said she'd never screw him again, if he didn't help her with the plan.

He couldn't hack that, couldn't go back to jacking off, after he'd 
fucked his sister and her friend a couple of times each. And the blow 
job that Lorena had given him last night--that had almost melted his 
backbone. It was everything he had ever dreamed of, and now he was 
anxious to taste her little pussy.

He looked up the stairs. It was quiet up there, and his sister had been 
out of the shower for a long time. For a second, he thought she might 
have given up on the whole thing and gone to bed by herself. Then he 
knew better; Lorena was pretty stubborn, and when she set her pretty 
head to something, she carried it through.

That meant he had to go try out his part. There was no noise up there, 
nobody yelling, although once he thought he had heard low voices 
murmuring. So his sister must have gotten away with her imitation of 
their mother; Lorena must have already fucked the old man.

Oh wow, he thought, reaching down to touch the ultra-hard prick that 
was threatening to split itself in his jeans. Lorena and dad; his 
sister all naked and hot, taking his dad's cock into her wiggling 
pussy--the image made him squirm. He'd like to see that.

Glynn climbed the stairs, his hard cock bulging, his hands shaking a 
little when he reached the second floor. He went into the bathroom he 
shared with Lorena, peeled out of his clothes and took a shower. The 
hot water and soap made his shaft ache even more, and he climbed out of 
the enclosure to dry himself off. Putting on his beatup old terrycloth 
robe, he walked barefoot down the hall and paused at the door to his 
father's room.

Pressing his ear to the panel, he could barely make out the whispering 
inside, and drew back quickly. Lorena had scored, that was certain; she 
was talking with the old man now, and nobody was raising hell. That 
left the next move up to him, so he went on to his mother's bedroom and 
quietly opened the door.

The bedside radio was playing softly, and its dial light was the only 
light in the room. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him and 
saw the shape of her body. She was lying on top of the covers, stark 
naked from head to toe. Taking a deep and steadying breath, he shed the 
robe and moved carefully toward the bed, his heart pounding.

All these years, he thought--ever since he was big enough to know what 
to do with his cock, he had had a thing for his mom. She was so damned 
beautiful, so sexy, and there was a special bitchy look around her eyes 
that made a guy think she would really go wild when a piece of meat was 
put to her box.

Glynn had started peeping early, looking to catch a glimpse of his 
mother's big, glorious tits, trying to see up her dress. He had hoped 
to catch her naked in the bathroom some day, but she always locked the 
door.

And a couple of times, he had heard them screwing, his mom and dad, 
heard the squishy noises of a man's prick moving in a woman's hot, 
juicy pussy, heard the moaning his mom made and the panting of his old 
man as they fucked. Both times, he had rushed into the bathroom and 
closed his eyes, trying to picture the scene, while he beat his meat 
and pretended that it was him in there between his mother's surging 
white thighs.

Now he was standing over the bed where his mom was asleep, smashed on 
whiskey. He was staring down at the delectable body spread so 
innocently and unknowing for his eyes, and Glynn wished that the light 
was better, that he could see every gorgeous detail of that magic 
flesh.

She had one knee lifted as she lay on her back and the dim light played 
over the heavy cones of her tits, but when he looked on down the sweep 
of the magnificent body, he couldn't make out her pussy, only the 
general shape of the dark mound hidden in shadows. But he could stare 
to his heart's content at the beauty of her legs, so long and molded; 
he could gaze hungrily at the melons of her firm, tip-tilted breasts, 
and he drank in the sights.

Glynn thought of how many times his old man must have seen her like 
this, of how many times--thousands, maybe--that his father had crawled 
over on top of that beautiful body and fitted himself between those 
soft pale thighs. Glynn's prick pulsed, and he soothed it with his 
hand, gripped it as he began to move like a robot to the bed where the 
most unreachable, the most forbidden, object of all his sexual 
fantasies lay.

Cautiously, he eased his weight upon the bed and lay down on his side, 
his breath hanging in his tight throat and blood drumbeating in his 
ears. He listened to her breathing, and now that he was near, could see 
the smudge of her black lashes lying against her cheeks. She was so 
lovely, so desirable, that the closeness of her was like a sharp knife 
in his guts.

He was going to fuck her. A jolt of knowledge jumped inside his head as 
he knew that, for the first time, really knew it. He was at last going 
to fuck his mother. The impending divorce, the plan he and his sister 
had to stop it, even the screwing he had shared with Lorena and Jean--
all paled beside the fact that he was about to put his meat into his 
mom's precious cunt.

No matter what the hell happened, no matter if the whole world blew up 
in Glynn's face, he was now determined to fuck that dream pussy, if he 
died for it afterward. She might wake up and scream, but he would cover 
her mouth; she might kick, but he would force his way in between her 
flashing legs. He was too close now, and the greatest prize of all was 
within his reach.

Reaching out one uncertain hand, he put it softly upon her tit. She 
stirred, but the rhythm of her breathing didn't break, so he cupped the 
wondrous mound gently and rolled the long nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger. She felt spongy and firm, felt fabulous and wild, and he 
pressed down, knowing the give of the breast, allowing it to spring 
back so that the nipple hit his palm.

Sliding over, Glynn lowered his mouth to the nipple, and licked over 
it. It tasted like honey, like love, tasted like all the dreams that 
had ever raced around inside his head. Drawing the resilient nub into 
his teeth, he chewed delicately upon it, then sucked it hungrily. His 
mom didn't move, deep in her alcohol-ridden sleep, so he opened his 
mouth as wide as he could, and tried to take the entire sweet tit into 
it.

His hands strayed down, sliding tenderly over her rib cage, down to the 
satiny planes of her stomach, and parted to caress the padded shapings 
of her hip-bones. Only then, with the flavor of her breast perfumed in 
his mouth, only then did he dare to move one hand on down to the taboo 
place, to her pubic mound.

It was rich and warm beneath his fingertips, the black hair piled kind 
of crisp and crinkly against his palm. There seemed to be a special 
kind of life in it, and Glynn shuddered as he fondled the thick, furry 
bush. One finger eased into the clinging excitement of the pubic hair 
and discovered the smoothness of her pussy lips.

Lingering there, Glynn stroked the velvet soft lips, ran his finger 
slowly up and down them, trying to imprint the shape and feel of them 
forever upon his feverish brain. His mom's cunt; his lovely mom's 
pussy, his daddy had pumped the meat into it, and now he was caressing 
the fantastic snatch himself. He was feeling up his mother's pussy, and 
it felt like satin, silk, all downy and cottony, all hot and tickly.

Glynn nudged his cockhead over so that it touched her thigh, and 
another flash of erotic pleasure shot through him at the contact. She 
was so warm, so ripely shaped, and he moved his prick up and down the 
full perfection of her thigh, from hip to the knee. His finger 
hesitated against her labia, then began, of its own accord, to work 
gently inside.

The tip was in her, in his mother's cunt lips, and the heat it found 
there was succulent, an alluring inner warmth that moved right up his 
wrist, on up his arm. His mouth was dry now, and he took it from the 
opulence of her tit, breathing harshly, his brain whirling with keen 
excitement. His finger probed deeper, moved on up into the wetly 
clinging grip of the pussy itself, until it was buried to the knuckle.

For awhile, Glynn just lay there with his rigid prick thumping against 
the velvet flesh, holding his finger full length inside the most 
fascinating cunt he had ever thought about. She felt impossibly soft 
and rich inside, hot and slippery with a special lavishness that shook 
him to the core.

He couldn't wait any longer, or his throbbing cock would spurt semen 
over her thigh; his balls ached with the pressure that had built up 
within them, and he was wildly turned on by the thought that very soon, 
he would let go his load deep within the treasured confines of his 
mom's pussy.

Removing his finger from the gripping of the enfolding tissues there, 
he stroked the abundantly haired pussy again, before lifting to his 
knees and crawling around to poise himself between her outflung legs. 
Glynn couldn't resist running both hands over those enticing legs, so 
that his palms and fingers would forever remember them. They were so 
long, sleek and lovely and slim. Smooth and graceful, they were the 
sculptured gateway to his personal paradise; he moved on his knees 
between them, using his hands to spread them even more, to open the 
hairy target of her crotch to him.

Bending, he caught the rise of a fragrance from her cunt, a spicy, 
musky, stimulating perfume that was his mother's womanly essence. She 
moved then, mumbled unintelligible words in her sleep, and crossed one 
arm over her eyes. Transfixed, he crouched without motion for what 
seemed forever, until the urgency in his balls pushed him on.

Glynn was beyond stopping now. If she came to and screamed, he meant to 
fuck her anyhow, even if he had to fight her off the bed and down onto 
the carpet. Trembling, he used one hand to steer the flexing head of 
his prick into the shadowy bush of her mound, and when the tip of it 
pressed into the crinkly hairs, fought down the need to let it go all 
over her pussy.

But it was hotter inside, unbelievably rich inside, and he had to get 
there. Slow and easy, Glynn hunched his belly forward, and helped his 
prick with his hand. It shoved into the slick lips, slid thrillingly 
into them as they stretched to admit his cockhead. Not slow now, but 
driven by his inflamed passions, Glynn gave a jab that sank his prick 
into his mom's cunt.

All the way inside that enchanted pussy, it went, into that sizzling 
hot snatch that his daddy had fucked so many times and that was now, at 
last, his.

He shuddered as it went home, as his iron-hard prick slid greasily to 
its entire length inside her vagina and his balls came to rest in the 
fluffy crack of her shapely ass. Glynn had his meat packed in her cunt 
now, had it stuffed all the way up her, and the sensation was 
fantastic. He stroked her, lifted his ass to make his pulsing cock 
slide back to the head, then pushed it in once more, grunting with pure 
joy.

She wiggled slightly on the first thrust, and swung her pelvis more on 
the second one. Glynn reached both hands down under the smooth cheeks 
of her ass and held on as he worked his aching prick in and out of the 
wet gloving of her marvelous pussy. Her vagina grasped his shaft, 
caressed it with velvet bubblings, with hotly soaped strength, and he 
lay down on top of her then, blinded to any danger, needing only to 
fuck and fuck this most erotic of all cunts.

Her arms lifted around him, and she hiked her crotch to take him 
deeper, a soft moan escaping the lips now placed at his ear, her warm 
breath tingling. "Oh darling--it's been so long--oh, how lovely. Your 
prick is so hard--"

The words centered in his lunging prick, turned him on even more, and 
Glynn began to hammer his cock into her pussy, to force it strongly 
with every powerful stroke. The bed shook and they rocked together, 
glued at the crotch. His balls slapped damply and softly at her ass, 
and now his mother's long, fabulous legs raised to wrap around him, 
crossing themselves at the ankles.

"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me hard and deep--yes, like that! Feed that 
cock into me, darling. Oh! Lovely, lovely--"

Blindly, his mouth sought for hers and found it. His tongue pushed 
between her open lips and discovered the wet squirming of her tongue. 
She sucked on his, pulled it toward her throat, and her teeth clashed 
along his as she groaned in rapture.

Then suddenly, her body stopped its whiplash movements; her ass ceased 
to heave up and down, and her beautiful legs dropped away from his 
body. Glynn could feel the shock that rippled through her, feel the 
stiffening of her pussy around his stroking prick. She pushed both 
hands against his chest and gasped.

"N-no! You--you're not Eric, not my husband! Why--what--"

Glynn let go of her ass and reached up, just in time to catch her 
wrists as she tried to claw his face. "Easy--take it easy, mom!"

Her hiss was pure outrage: "No! You--you! Glynn, you c-can't, we 
mustn't--oh please, please let me go!"

Pinning her arms above her head, he forced his prick solidly within her 
wet pussy, held it there while she wiggled and tried frantically to 
work it out of her body. But he had it socked to her, and as long as he 
was firmly between her legs, she couldn't get free.

She kept struggling, her tits bouncing against his chest, her pelvis 
surging in movements that were about to make him come. He whispered 
harshly at her: "Stop fighting! I have my prick in you, mom. I've been 
fucking you, and you dug it. I'm going to finish screwing you, and if 
you keep yelling, you'll wake up dad and sis."

The last thought was a good one, because she fell limp beneath him, 
only tugging weakly at her arms. "Don't, Glynn--oh please don't. You're 
drunk or something, and don't know what you're doing."

He jammed his prick hard against her womb and gyrated his ass to move 
the cockhead around, feeling very strong and conquering. "I know what 
I'm doing--what I've always dreamed of doing. I'm fucking you, mom. I 
have my prick shoved deep inside your beautiful hot pussy, and pretty 
soon, I'm going to come in it. I love you, mom--I love your cunt so 
much that it's been driving me crazy. Now it last I'm fucking you, and 
I won't stop for anything."

She lay still, but he thought his cockhead sensed a tremble in her 
vagina] walls, and his prick responded to it. He said softly, "It's 
happening, mom, and nobody can stop it. Please fuck me back; please 
come with me."

She made a strangled noise, and words came tumbling out: "I--I can't, 
but--its been so long, and I'm a passionate woman. Oh please--oh my 
sweet boy, why me? H-how could you--oh, Glynn!"

Her pelvis lurched against his, and he let go her wrists so that she 
could hold him in her rounded arms, so that her big, soft tits could 
flatten themselves against his heaving chest. The nipples were hard, 
boring into his flesh, and Glynn's heart leaped with bliss. His mother 
was laying her pussy up to him! She was fucking him back, trying to 
come with him, this first magic, crazy time they were screwing.

Those terrific legs webbed him in again, and she rolled up on her 
shoulders to open her cunt wider for his now feverish strokes. He fed 
her the hard meat, socked it deep and pulled it out, only to shove it 
balls-deep again.

"I'm, t-trying to hold back, mom," he panted, his hands taking another 
delightful grip upon the hot cheeks of her bouncing ass. "But I need 
you so much, I--I can't. I'm going to come. I'm coming!"

His prick swelled, and the flexing head suddenly poured forth a hot, 
hissing stream of semen. Glynn shot off inside his mother's softly 
receiving pussy, pumped his come in quick, spitting jets so that it 
splashed against her cervix and inundated the quivering walls of her 
vagina. Again and again, globs of his semen fountained into that, hot, 
trembling cunt, and he ground his balls lovingly into the cleft between 
her cheeks, reveling in the farout sensation.

She gave a tiny shriek. "Oh! You're coming in me, dear--you're flooding 
your mother's pussy with your littleboy come, and I love it, love it! 
Keep fucking me, darling--oh keep fucking me!"

He laid the meat into her steadily, still hard as a rock, still eager 
as ever to screw this exquisite cunt, and his prick made sloshing 
noises as it worked back and forth in the hot bubbling lubrication of 
his own semen. She rolled her ass and scraped his back with her 
fingernails, clamping her long legs around his waist and trying to lift 
him off the bed. Her crotch pounded up into his, and her pussy seemed 
to wiggle violently over his moving cock, seemed to clench down upon 
the head of it as it reached home time after time.

Glynn was delirious; he and his mother were fucking, fucking, and she 
was digging his prick as much as she loved his dad's. She was screwing 
him hard and wild, sledging her belly up to his and dropping it back, 
twisting her greasy hot pussy all over his rod.

"S-sweet boy--darling boy! Your cock isn't as big as your daddy's 
thing, but it's so hard, so hard and so young! Ooohh, how I love it, 
love to feel it this far up my pussy--oh, Glynn, my baby, my darling, 
your mother would like to eat you up. Ah! Ah, that's good, so good! 
More and more of this lovely young prick, and--and--oh yes, I'm coming, 
coming, coming!"

He felt the vibration of her cunt, the frantic gulping as his mother 
came, as his lovely, hot mom came on his prick. It was too much for 
Glynn, and he let go with yet another load of semen that had built up 
hurriedly within his balls. Not as strong, not as copious, there was 
still a gush of come that added to the fiery liquids already there.

Sagging, he collapsed on top of her, the strength draining from him, 
but reluctant to have his cock leave the beautiful intimacy of his 
mom's spasming pussy. She cradled him with her legs, hugged him close 
and stroked his hair, crooning words of love in his ear, licking the 
tip of her tongue into his ear every so often.

"My baby," she murmured. "My sweet child. You've turned into a young 
man, a horny young man who had the nerve to sneak in here and 
practically rape his own mother while she was sleeping off all the 
liquor she drank tonight. And I'm very glad you did, dear. I suppose 
I've been sublimating my own incestuous desires for ages, and I'm so 
happy it finally happened to us."

"I love you, mom," he whispered, stroking her fabulous body, holding 
his slowly melting prick within her cunt while the mingled juices of 
their bodies leaked out and puddled in the feathery cleft of her ass.

"And I love you, dear," she said, running a soft hand down between 
their bodies so she could cup his flaccid balls. "How did you ever 
gather the courage to do it?"

He was on the verge of telling her about the plan, balanced for a 
ragged moment upon the edge of exposing the fact that her husband and 
her daughter were at this very second down the hall in probably the 
same general position. But Glynn held back in time, and didn't say that 
his dad and sister were fucking now, too, that incest in this family 
had suddenly become a game for four players.

Were they as happy as he and his mother? He supposed so, knowing Lorena 
well now, knowing the strong lusts that moved within his sister's young 
cunt. He stirred his softening cock into his mom's pussy, and she 
squeezed his balls lightly.

"It was so wonderful," she said. "I haven't screwed anyone for too 
long. Your father and I once had a good thing going, but it disappeared 
somewhere along the line. I've been so lonely, so damned frustrated. 
But now, darling--oh, now I have you."

He felt his prick slide limply from the pussy he adored, and she helped 
him lift himself from her hot body. He lay beside his freshly fucked 
mother, sated for the moment and content, proud that he'd really gotten 
into her, that he had let two big loads of come off into her beautiful 
cunt. He had made her come, too; she loved his prick.

Glynn said, "Has dad got a bigger cock than me?"

She came up on one elbow and kissed him, her big tit brushing warmly 
against the side of his face.

"Yes, your father has a tremendous penis, but that doesn't mean I can't 
get just as much, or more, pleasure from your sweet thing, darling. In 
fact, you excited me more than I think I've ever been, in all my life. 
Maybe it was the idea of being screwed by my own handsome son, of 
having my own child's prick in me, but whatever the cause, you were a 
marvelous lover. Imagine--coming twice, in such a short time."

He said, "I want to fuck you forever. I always wanted to, ever since I 
got big enough. I used to hear you and dad making it in here, and it 
drove me right up the wall. I used to go into the bathroom and jerk off 
while I pretended it was me between your beautiful legs. I guess I was 
jealous of dad."

She kissed him again, and ran her tongue warmly into his lips. "Well, 
you don't have to be jealous any more. You can do it to me all the 
time, in oh so many ways. There are so many things I want to do to you, 
do with you. But we'll have to be very careful, dear. What with the 
divorce so close now, if your father had even the slightest suspicion 
that there could be anything sexual between his wife and his son--"

He didn't want to hear anything about divorce, and said, "We can be 
careful, since you and dad don't sleep together any more. Oh mom, I--I 
never went down on anyone, but I really want to do that to you. I want 
to taste your lovely pussy, but you'll have to show me how. I don't 
know anything about that, only what I've seen in pictures."

"How wonderful," she sighed. "Your father has always been just a little 
stuffy about oral sex. He did it to me a few times when we were first 
married, but I always had the feeling that he didn't really like it. 
Yes, dear, I'll teach you. We'll make all kinds of exquisite love 
together, my handsome, stiff-dicked son and me."

He turned his head and kissed the nipple of her tit. She lifted the big 
mound with one hand and fed it to him, rubbing it into his mouth and 
across his teeth. Glynn worshipped it with his tongue, licking first 
the nipple, then all around the spongy melon of his mother's breast, 
thinking of sliding his cock between those big tits, of titty-fucking 
her as he had done the night before to his sister. Would his mom react 
the same way, and lap the sliding head of his prick?

Both of them froze in place; they could hear the sound of a shower 
going in the bathroom that divided this bedroom from the one Eric 
Johansen slept in. Glynn's half-hard cock dropped again, even though he 
had a pretty good idea that his father wouldn't be coming in here; not 
with Lorena in his bed. But what was the old man doing, taking a bath 
at this time of night?

Probably making himself tidy for another round of screwing with Lorena, 
Glynn thought. But whatever the cause, it scared hell out of his 
mother. She pulled away from him and whispered, "You'd better go, dear. 
Tomorrow we can be together again, just as soon as possible, I promise. 
I'm not about to let my young lover go, now that we've discovered each 
other."

He slid out of bed, peeped into the hall, and split for his own room.



Chapter 7


Lorena said to her father: "It wasn't rape, dad."

He stared down at her, the bedside lamp making harsh lines of light on 
his tense face. "What the hell do you mean?"

She didn't try to cover herself; she wanted him to see her naked body, 
to run his eyes over the flesh that had grown from his own ejaculated 
sperm, the body that he had just done such a grand job of fucking. She 
said, "I came in to your bed because you needed me, but maybe not as 
much as I needed you. Oh dad, daddy--I've wanted you to lay me for 
years. And I couldn't stand not having you any longer, so I sneaked in 
here and pretended to be mom. It was wonderful."

Blinking, her father couldn't seem to get his head together, and she 
watched varying shades of emotion struggle across his face. He drew the 
sheet across his lower body, trying to hide the big, upright shaft with 
the shiny head. "But, baby--you're my daughter--"

She reached over and whipped away the sheet. "And that thing is too 
beautiful to hide. I thought it would never fit into my little box, but 
I'm glad it did. It's a good thing I wasn't a cherry, though."

He said, "I don't understand. Damnit, I drank too much tonight, and I'm 
still kind of fuzzy, but--why, baby? Why me?"

"Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy; because I love you more 
than I could ever love any other man. Because I want you to keep 
fucking me until I freak out."

"B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of thing--I mean-
-"

"It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser and older than 
him. "We've already screwed, so that can't be changed. So why not do it 
right, with you knowing who I am and loving me for who I am? I'm so hot 
for more of you, daddy."

His eyes warmed as he looked down at her, and Lorena saw him really 
gaze at her for the first time, seeing her as a ready and very 
desirable woman, not a kid. Maybe he wouldn't look at her this way, she 
thought, if he hadn't already had that big rod in her, if he hadn't 
pumped her ecstatic pussy full of his juice just a few minutes ago. But 
her father was a realist who understood that the damage--if any--had 
already been done. Now he was reacting as any other horny man with a 
new, young piece of ass waiting for him, and the fact that she was his 
own daughter was making it better for him.

He said, "Damnit, it doesn't seem real, but I've been doing without for 
too long, and you're such a beautiful kid."

"You've looked at me sometimes," she said, "as if I was. Once in 
awhile, I caught you kind of eyeing me as if you wanted to put your 
hands on me, feel me up. Well, I wanted you to do just that. Am I 
really beautiful, dad? Do you want to kiss me all over, and bite my 
tits, and put that gorgeous, big prick in your daughter's aching 
pussy?"

He swallowed hard, and she could see the head of his cock leap. 
"Lorena, baby--did you lock the door?"

"Yes," she smiled at him, "oh yes, I did."

Then she reached over to him, lifted up her arms and drew her handsome 
father down. Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue thirstily into 
his lips.

His hairy chest pressed down upon the hard nipples of her tits, and his 
throbbing shaft nestled along her belly. So groovy, she thought, so 
damned wonderful and crazy, and so beautiful. She ran her tongue around 
inside his mouth, feeling his teeth, his inner cheeks and the thick 
movement of his own tongue, all wet and hot. Their breaths mingled, and 
their teeth raked.

She tore away her mouth to gasp: "Love me, daddy--love me! Kiss my 
tits, feel my ass, my pussy."

His mouth closed over a nipple, licked searingly there, sucked strongly 
there, before his teeth spread wide and she felt her entire mound being 
drawn in. Twisting, she got a hand under his balls and hefted them, ran 
her questing fingers over their sacked shapings and felt the weight of 
them. His hair was so thick and curly, she thought, but not wiry; it 
was only a shade or two darker than his head, a rich golden color.

Her daddy's hands passed over her writhing body, caressing her hips, 
her belly, and one of them slid around to cup a cheek of her ass; the 
other dipped gently between her thighs and palmed the pulsing softness 
of her wet mound. Instinctively, her pelvis jerked, and Lorena made 
little hungry strokes with her cunt.

Panting, he said, "You lovely little bitch; you sexy, teasing little 
bitch, switching your trim ass at me, brushing your tits against me, 
and looking at me as if you wanted to eat me up. Want to screw you? 
Damned right; you've given me a hundred hard-ons over the past couple 
of years, but I never dared--"

"Dare now," she whispered hotly. "But first, let me do this for you, 
daddy darling."

Wheeling around, she pressed her weight upon him and forced him to lie 
back. Lorena had practiced on her brother, and knew she could do a good 
job now, and her heart was fluttering at the prospect.

"What are you--"

"Hush now," she murmured. "Just lie back and let me love my beautiful 
father."

She straddled his body, wiggling when his flagpole cock slid between 
her cheeks and stood tall along her spine. She would have it later, all 
of it she wanted and needed so badly, but now she had other things to 
do to him. She would show him how good she was, turn him on in every 
way there was.

Lorena pushed back, dragging his bent cock across her slippery snatch 
and feeling it sticky against her tummy. She kissed his corded throat 
and licked down it to his upper chest. Running her hands up and down 
his rib cage, playing with his nipples, she squirmed to his supine 
body. When she reached his little dark pink tit, she nipped it lightly, 
then sucked on it, delighted to feel his sudden lurch beneath her, 
knowing that she was thrilling him.

Moving down farther, she licked a hot trail down his chest to his 
belly, drawing her tongue through the patch of golden hairs, tickling 
him until he wiggled. Her hands were on his hips now, fondling and 
petting, digging fingernails tenderly into his flesh.

When Lorena reached his navel, she bit the skin, then drove her tongue 
deeply into it, lapping the belly button as if it were some inverted 
kind of lollypop, tasting the mansweat of him there. The stiff rod of 
his cock stood beside her cheek, and she rubbed her face along it, her 
fingers busy probing his balls and feeling into the furry crack of his 
ass as her daddy flinched and writhed.

"B-baby," he panted, "no; you don't know what you're doing--oh sweet 
baby--"

Moaning softly to herself, she caressed his shaft, squeezed and stroked 
it, running her fingers over the monstrous head and sliding them in the 
leakage there. So big, she thought; so long and strong an powerful, and 
right now it was all hers, to do with just as she pleased.

Lorena kissed the blunt reddened tip, and liked the flavor of his 
semen; it was musky and manly, the very essence of his body. She used 
her tongue to curl across the slit, to push into the slot and worry it, 
then withdrew to run it licking around the flanged outline of the glans 
itself. Not like her brother's slim cock, she thought, realizing that 
she would never get much of it into her mouth because of its size.

Stretching her lips, she fitted them down over the head, took the 
entire knob inside her mouth. Her father quivered, and his hands came 
down to take her head gently between them. Eyes closed, breathing hard, 
Lorena used her tongue and lips to create voluptuous caresses over the 
velvety head of his prick. Drawing in her cheeks, she rubbed it over 
the roof of her mouth, and ringed the shaft just below the head with 
her teeth.

When she started to suck, her daddy groaned and worked his fingers into 
her hair; his pelvis rocked back and forth, making his cock reach 
farther into her mouth.

She wanted it all, wanted to take it down her throat and into her 
belly, but it was too big. Lorena took all of it she possibly could, 
sucking and licking, moving her head up and down in the same manner her 
cunt was moving up and down on his thigh. She wrapped her legs around 
her daddy's strong thigh and made sliding, fucking motions, rubbing her 
snatch against him while she ate his prick.

"Baby--Lorena--little girl--oh, darling; that's wonderful!"

Dimly, she heard her father's choked voice, and knew a warmth as he 
continued to tenderly screw her face. She got both hands down under his 
ass and pulled him tighter, tried to force even more of that delicious 
meat into her mouth. She felt the head of his lovely cock swell, felt 
him tremble against her tits and knew that he was about to reach 
orgasm.

Lorena sucked harder, pulling on the head, her tongue going wild, her 
fingers digging savagely into his taut ass. Grinding his pelvis into 
her chin, rubbing his hairy belly into her forehead, her daddy let it 
go then. That tremendous head jerked, and a boiling spate of come 
erupted from it. She choked on it, gasped for air and swallowed while 
the floodtide of her father's semen fountained into her throat. Oyster-
like, slimy, the stuff filled her mouth, thick and creamy, and she 
continued to gulp it down, continued to pull eagerly at the spigot for 
more.

"Oh!" he moaned. "Oh baby--I can't take any more--oh!"

Lorena drained the last purling drops from the head of his prick and 
let them slip down her feverish throat. She had never felt so in 
command, for he was helpless with her.

Regretfully, she allowed the trembling bulb to slide from her mouth, 
licking her lips and smiling. Lifting her face, she stared up at him 
when his hands fell away from her head. "There, darling. Now I have you 
in my stomach; you are forever a part of me now."

Her father's eyes were closed and he was breathing in ragged gasps. 
"That was t-too much, baby. I won't be able to move for a week."

"Sure you will," she promised, and crawled up his body to lie atop him. 
He was wide and tall, and she felt very small like this, but Lorena 
snuggled up to him, knowing that she had the power to sap his strength 
while giving him deep erotic pleasure. She was stronger, and never had 
she been so glad of her sex.

They lay quietly for a long time, with his arms around her, his big 
hands stroking her ass, her head pillowed upon his broad chest. After 
awhile he said, "What brought this on, baby? Sure, we always had a 
thing for each other, but why did you pick tonight to start something? 
Not that I'm sorry you did, darling; I'm glad you had the guts, because 
I sure as hell didn't. I didn't have the cold nerve it would take to be 
a dirty old man."

"You're not a dirty old man," she said against the base of his throat. 
"You're my daddy, and the best fuck in the whole world. Why did I do it 
tonight? Well--I just couldn't stand it any longer, and when you and 
mom drank so much, I thought maybe I could sneak in here and you'd 
screw me and not know the difference."

Now that they were being open with each other, sharing their love and 
their bodies, Lorena hated to lie to him, but she didn't dare tell her 
daddy the truth, not yet. For the first time, she wondered if her 
brother was making out as well, if he had managed to put his slim young 
meat to their mother's interesting pussy.

Had Glynn really made it with mom, or had he backed out at the last 
possible moment? If he did that, she'd cream him. But her brother had a 
hard on for a taste of mom's cunt, that was certain, and he had 
probably swung with her by now. A new thrill stirred deep within 
Lorena's vagina, and she rubbed her sensitive thighs together, feeling 
her father's limp prick folded between their bellies.

She pictured her young brother lying like this on top of their mother, 
between those superbly long legs, his chest mashing down those 
magnificent tits, his stiff cock buried to the balls inside that black-
haired pussy. Wow, she thought; if everything worked out for them, she 
would soon get to watch them fuck, because once all the phony barriers 
had been pushed down, the four of them could get together and let it 
all hang out.

Her father said sleepily, "I knew the difference almost right away, but 
I thought I was dreaming. Your mother has a fine body and a wonderful 
pussy, but so have you, only in a different way, and a new feel. When I 
got all the way awake, I thought I'd stumbled over into your room and 
raped my daughter. I guess I always believed I'd have to rape you, that 
you wouldn't willingly screw your own dad."

Lorena said, "You should have known; I'm your daughter, and have a lot 
of the same emotions you have. I guess we're both very strongly sexed, 
dad. Is mom that way, too?"

He hesitated. "Yes, she is. It wasn't anything sexual that brought on 
this divorce, unless you can call boredom that. I mean, two people can 
love to screw, and enjoy each other to the limits, but after so many 
years, it gets too damned familiar, too much like a habit. It's not 
good any more, when that happens."

She thought of them screwing, and wondered how her father would react 
if he knew that his son was probably at this very minute putting the 
meat to Mrs. Eric Johansen. He might take it wrong, taking it as a slur 
upon his own manhood or something. Men were different, not nearly so 
logical as women, and even though he had fucked his own daughter and 
allowed her to go down on him, her dad would probably be very upset if 
he knew it was also the other way around.

There was time to let him know, she thought; not a whole lot of time, 
because that silly damned divorce was looming in the foreground. But 
maybe in another day or two, she could convince him that what they were 
doing was best for all concerned.

He said, "I'm a little punchy and feel kind of grimy. I'll get up and 
take a shower, maybe have a couple of quick drinks, then come back to 
bed. If you'll still be here."

"I'll be here," she answered, moving to one side and taking her weight 
from him.

She watched him walk bare-assed into the bathroom, loving every tall, 
wide inch of his big body, seeing his softened cock swinging from side 
to side. Her daddy was big all over, and she figured he would be big 
enough mentally to adjust to the brand new situation in his household.

It was working, she told herself; so far, the plan was moving along 
perfectly. She had seduced her daddy and he dug it; her brother had no 
doubt done the same thing with their mother, and even though she had 
once thought she could make out strangled kinds of sounds in the next 
room, there had been no screaming. Since they had started acting 
stupid, both her parents were hard up for sex. Their kids had made it 
with them at the right time, while they were uptight and frustrated.

But what was the next step? Of course, they had to make dad and mom 
more wrapped up in sexual activities with their kids. But how to go 
about bringing mom and dad together again? Lorena turned over on her 
belly, still wet between her thighs, and the idea of Jean Marks came to 
mind. Wouldn't that sexy little redhead like a chance to be fucked by 
that huge prick? It was a good idea; Jean could be brought in to get 
dad into a triangle, to open him up more to free-swinging screwing.

Once he was adjusted to that, her father could then be brought into a 
mix-up with her brother and mom. Smiling, Lorena ran a hand over her 
mound and stretched her legs. She listened to the sound of the shower 
and hoped her dad would regain his strength soon.



Chapter 8


Glynn was up early, unable to sleep. He spent a long time in the 
shower, enjoying the hot water, soaping himself thoroughly. When he was 
dry, he inspected his face in the mirror, thinking that perhaps he had 
grown more beard overnight. He sure felt a lot older.

Standing before the sink he thought about what he had done the night 
before, and felt tingly all over. It hadn't been another wet dream; he 
had really, actually, fucked his mother. True, he hadn't been able to 
spend the whole night with her, and hadn't gotten nearly enough of that 
glorious pussy, but she had fucked him back. She had loved his prick 
and played with it and fed him her tit. She had talked dirty with him 
and told him that even though his father's cock was much bigger than 
his, she dug his prick just as much.

He looked down and saw his shaft rising, the head spreading as if it 
could feel the magic caress of his mom's velvet cunt. Those sleek, long 
legs and the way she moved her crotch, the way she rolled her terrific 
ass--Glynn got hard all over and his balls began to ache.

It was Saturday, he remembered, and his dad wouldn't be going to the 
construction outfit he owned today. Damn, Glynn thought; he wanted to 
fuck some more, and he wanted his mom, not Lorena. Not right away with 
his sister, anyhow. Mom had promised to teach him a lot of things about 
sex, like how to eat her cunt, and he was more eager for that 
experience than for anything else. Maybe he could get Lorena to take 
dad out of the house for a couple of hours; he sure as hell couldn't 
wait until night.

Trying to whistle, he went downstairs and headed for the kitchen, his 
stomach growling. He had already downed a glass of juice and had bread 
in the toaster when she came in. Glynn looked up at her, thinking that 
his mother was fantastically beautiful in a red robe that clung to her 
hips and outlined the high mounds of her fine tits. The robe swung away 
from her molded legs when she walked, too, and the glimpse of them made 
his mouth dry up.

Her coal-black hair swung loosely down her back, and she wore red 
lipstick that made him somehow think of the lips of her cunt, those 
soft, soft lips he had never actually seen up close. He blushed when 
her eyes caught his, and felt like some kind of nut because his face 
turned red. But she smiled at him, her lashes half lowered over sultry 
dark eyes, and he perked up immediately.

"Good morning, dear," she murmured. "Did you sleep well?"

"Kind of," he said. "But I wanted to be in your bed."

She came to stand close and lift a scented hand to his cheek. "I know, 
lover; I wanted you there, too. Maybe there'll be a chance today. Would 
you like that?"

Damn! He wanted to grab her and rub his stiffening cock into her belly, 
to hold her by the cheeks of that alluring ass and to bury his face 
between her tits. "I have to screw you today, mom; I have to."

Her smile widened, and she dropped her hand to squeeze his prick. "So 
eager and ready. Just as soon as it's possible, darling; I promise."

She left him standing there with his shaft paining, and made a pot of 
coffee while he watched every movement of her superb body with avid 
eyes. It was still hard for him to believe he had gotten into her cunt, 
that he had pumped her hot, juicy snatch full of his come, and that she 
wanted more.

When he heard somebody else coming, he hurried to the table and sat 
down, to hide his erection. It was Lorena, looking fresh and supremely 
happy, dressed in tight cutoffs and a floppy but thin bandanna shirt 
that showed the bouncy movement of her tits. She looked a question at 
him, and he winked. She winked back, and grinned broadly.

His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that any guy would 
be lucky to screw. And now she had fucked their father; the experience 
had made her glow, he saw, and wondered if he looked as joyful this 
morning.

"Hi, everybody," Lorena said, skipping over to the stove and putting 
her arms around her mother's waist to kiss the back of her neck. 
"Morning, mom."

"My, isn't everyone chipper this morning," Arlene said. "I hope your 
father is in a halfway good mood."

"Oh, he will be," Lorena said, and blew a silent kiss at Glynn.

Glynn wondered how she had managed it; his sister couldn't have held 
down his old man and practically raped him when he woke up. And how had 
she taken that prick, the one mom said was so much bigger than his own? 
He guessed a girl's pussy could stretch as much as was needed. Lorena 
brought the toast and ducked her hand beneath the table to nip his 
shaft, laughing when he flinched.

Then Eric Johansen came down to breakfast. It was the only meal he 
shared with the family, Glynn thought, staying away at lunch on 
business and not coming home for dimmer because he didn't want to.

"Morning," his father said gruffly, and Glynn sneaked a glance at him 
to see if he could read anything on the craggy face, but the man wasn't 
showing anything.

"Better hurry, dad," Lorena said. "Remember you promised to take me out 
and show me the construction site today?"

Arlene Johansen turned from the stove, one eyebrow going up. "Oh? At 
this late date, you're showing an interest in your children?"

"Don't start," Eric said and took a cup of coffee from his daughter. "I 
thought it was time they both got to know a little about the business, 
but one at a time."

Glynn met his mother's eyes in mute, intent appeal, and she nodded 
slightly. "All right, then; Glynn and I will manage to take care of 
ourselves. That is, if you have nothing on, son?"

He half choked on a piece of buttered toast. "N-no, mom; guess I'll 
stay home and help in the yard or something."

His father only grunted, and Glynn knew a vast feeling of relief, then 
a sensation of exultation. He was going to be alone with her, with his 
lovely mother; they would have most of the day to themselves! The 
knowledge shook him to the core, and he clamped his legs together to 
keep his cock from jumping, crazily. Right in the living room, he 
thought--with the drapes drawn and doors locked; right there on the 
floor, with both of them stripped naked.

Somehow, Glynn held himself together until they left. Gathering up 
purse and her weird hat, his sister leaned close to him and said 
softly, "Have a lot of fun, little brother. Dad and I are going to a 
motel, so you'll have plenty of time."

All he could do was nod his head and smile weakly. Lorena really had it 
rolling, and the day ought to be a ball for both of them. For all four, 
he corrected himself; their parents would dig the action as much as 
they would, he was sure. He listened for the station wagon to pull out 
of the driveway, and sat for a few seconds after he was certain they 
were gone.

"Mom," he said, "can I help with the dishes?"

"I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly. "They can wait, 
but I'm not so sure I can."

She held his hand as they walked into the living room and they 
separated only to close the drapes. But he wanted some light, so he 
snapped on the bar lamp as she turned to him with her hands by her 
sides and her chin up.

"Here, darling--not upstairs in bed?"

He shook his head. "Here on the floor, mom. I've watched you here, 
peeping under your skirt when you got careless with those fantastic 
legs, making pictures in my head how you would look all naked, trying 
to make believe that you would drink too much and pass out and nobody 
else would be home. Now it's all coming true, and I want to screw my 
hot, beautiful mother in the living room."

"Of course you can," she murmured, and reached to undo the belt of her 
robe.

He sat on a barstool, knowing a trembling in his legs, and watched her 
open the robe. The red of it made a bright frame for the long, willowy 
body exposed to his view, and he gazed enraptured at the creamy expanse 
of woman flesh she showed him. His mom's tits quivered at the least 
movement of her shoulders, and he stared at them fixedly as she dropped 
the robe.

They were rich and heavy, round and firm, with those long, brown 
nipples sticking out invitingly. She cupped them in both hands, 
offering them to him, and her voice was low in her throat when she 
said, "Hadn't you better get out of your jeans, dear?"

Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the smooth planes of 
her belly, down to that prized treasure between her full thighs. His 
mother's pubic hair was black as midnight, curled tightly, thickly 
grown in an entrancing vee whose tips narrowed and spread themselves up 
into the delicate creases formed by her groin and the upper reaches of 
her incomparable thighs.

"You--you're so beautiful, it hurts my eyes," he mumbled.

Her smile was warm and bitchy, her tongue darting out pinkly to wet her 
red lips. "Do you really think so, Glynn? I'm so glad; I want to be 
beautiful for you, hot for you."

Her hand left her breasts and slid insinuatingly over her hips, down 
across her belly, and her slim fingers toyed with her mound. "Here I 
am, lover. Here's what you want."

Glynn kicked out of his jeans and whipped his tee-shirt over his head, 
not knowing or caring where it landed. His stiff cock stood erect, the 
head of it glistening, and already a tiny droplet of fluid hung there.

But when he stepped down and went toward her, his mother drifted back. 
"Just a second, dear. You said you wanted me to teach you something, 
and I will. Here, let me take a sofa pillow."

Uncertainly, he stood with his prick thrust out while she stooped to 
place the pillow upon the floor. "There, Glynn; there are two ways for 
a man to eat a woman, and I'll show you the first one. Lie down, 
darling, and put your head on this."

Obediently, for he would do anything for this woman, he stretched out 
on the carpet with his head braced. She moved over and put one shapely 
foot on each side of his rigid body, so that he looked up into the 
hairy nest he adored. Glynn could see the lips of her cunt then, 
peeping shyly pink from the black furry thatch. It was like a mouth, he 
thought, but far more lovely, and beckoning him to know its richness.

Slowly, she crouched, bending her body bit by bit until she was 
kneeling over him. Her knees snugged his hips, and she rubbed them up 
and down tenderly, swinging her hips, making the round white globes of 
her breasts sway provocatively.

"Your body is so smooth," she said, "and very appealing, Glynn. I'll 
bet the young girls go wild over it."

"I--I only had one, before you," he said. "And I wish you could have 
been the first, mom."

"You're sweet," she said, and moved so that her cunt came down upon his 
belly, hot and softly wirey, crispy but somehow soft moss. Working it 
around, she made him wiggle, and he reached for her hips.

But when he touched them, his mother slid up to his chest and gave him 
a few moments to revel in the intimacy of her pussy on his breastbone. 
As he stared into the dark, shaggy forest of her pubic hair, she said, 
"Just do what comes naturally, lover. Kiss it and love it, and run your 
tongue right on inside the lips. Up near the top, when you feel around, 
you'll find my clit; it's a little nubby thing like a pea. Work on that 
darling."

As she moved even closer, he caught the pungent aroma of her cunt, a 
perfume all her own, musky and sensuous, like some night blooming 
flower. Crisp and beguiling, her mat was at his nose, and with a sigh 
of happiness, Glynn stroked her ass cheeks and nuzzled into the 
tempting fleece.

It was woolly against his face as he went into it, and right away he 
found the sweet honey of her labia. He pressed his own lips against 
them, panted into them, and as his mom rolled her ass in his hands, he 
pushed his tongue down through the softly spiked hairs into her body. 
Shuddering as he did so, Glynn shoved his tongue between the hot and 
slippery lips, on into her vagina.

His teeth pressed to her pussy, he began to lap like a puppy dog, 
luxuriating in the taste of her, in the spicy flavors of his mother's 
steamy cunt, drawing her oily lubrication into his mouth and swallowing 
hurriedly. He wanted to chew her, and he did, gnawing the pussy lips 
tenderly while she moaned and rocked her crotch down against his head.

"That's right--oh baby! That's the way to eat me--oh yes, yes! I love 
it--I love you."

Glynn sucked her cunt lips into his mouth, opening wide to bring them 
in. She was sugary and blazing, and he sucked hard, drinking down her 
juices avidly, rubbing his chin into her crotch. Letting her rubbery 
slot ease back into place, he tongued into it again, reaching as deeply 
as he could. Remembering what she had said about the pea-shaped thing, 
he felt along the wet silken lining until he found it.

His mother quivered sharply then, and hissed as he sucked on it, as he 
worked his teeth down to where he could chew it delicately. Her belly 
rolled over him as she dropped to her hands, and her ass swung in 
quickening arcs while her crotch stroked his cheeks, his chin. She was 
fucking his face, he thought dazedly; his sexy hot mother was screwing 
his mouth.

"Uhhh!" she grunted. "Uh-uh--oh, darling! You're terrific--it's so 
good, so wonderful--eat me, Glynn. Eat your loving mother's cunt, son!"

He redoubled his efforts, snorting and chewing, licking and sucking, 
and her movements grew more frantic. She thrust hard against his mouth 
and ground her hairy wet snatch into it with almost brutal strokes. He 
clung to her ass, eating the cunt he loved more than anything else in 
the world.

"C-coming!" she cried out. "Ah, Glynn--you marvelous little lover, your 
mommy is coming!"

He felt her vibrate, felt the sizzling tissues of her snatch tighten 
convulsively, and knew an added release of her love oils. Holding to 
her, continuing to lick her box, he rubbed his nose across her 
palpitating mound.

She sat up, shaky and weaving, balanced upon her knees. He wanted to 
keep kissing her pussy, but she slid it wetly away from his searching 
mouth, moved it down over his chest. "That was f-fine, lover. My head 
is still swimming."

Hiking her ass, she passed farther down his body, then lifted so that 
she was poised above his heavily throbbing shaft. "Now we'll fuck," she 
said.

Glynn trembled when she wrapped her fingers around his rod, and went 
stiff, in both legs as she steered the head into the drippy bush of her 
treasured pussy. He held to her thighs when she started to lower her 
crotch, when the bulb of his cock started to slide into the greasy 
lips.

In it went, easy and fine, penetrating deep into the clinging cavity as 
it slipped deep. His mother dropped farther down, and yet more, until 
she was sitting on it. He could feel the springy pressure of her hair 
upon his balls, and the ecstasy of the cunt closed around his embedded 
prick. He was into his mom again; he had his hard pole shoved up her 
opulent pussy and she was fucking him.

"Such a young hard cock," she murmured, her palms flat against his 
chest and grinding her belly, hunching slowly to him. "Fuck me, 
darling--fuck your mother and tell her what a great piece of ass she 
is."

He stroked it up into that fabulous cunt, into the hot, wet velvet 
grippings, feeling his cockhead reach bottom. "You're the greatest, 
mom--the finest piece of ass anywhere. Fuck me the same way you fuck my 
daddy."

"Your daddy--your father--" she gyrated her ass and made his prick head 
touch every tingling spot within her vagina. "He used to f-fuck me a 
lot, but no more--no more. Oh, feed me that young meat, Glynn!"

Glynn shoved it to her, lifted his ass every time she dropped hers, and 
heard the suctioning noise his prick made going in and out of her oily 
cunt. Back and forth it squished, his balls getting soaked with the hot 
liquids.

"I'll screw you forever," he gasped. "Your sweet cunt is mine, now--all 
mine, and I'll fuck it day and night. I love your pussy so much--love 
your ass and your tits and the way you screw me. Oh, mom--mother 
darling--you hot-assed, beautiful mom--"

She slammed it to him, making short, rapid strokes that circled briefly 
around his hard-driving prick. "Go ahead, dear--let it go! I'm going to 
come again with you--"

He moaned and clenched her ass, trying to spread her apart for the 
final, twisting thrust that nailed down her womb. Then his cock turned 
into a long, slim volcano spitting fiery lava throughout her scissoring 
pussy. A gush of semen spurted up into her, bathing her cervix, raining 
greasily down to flood his stilled prick.

His mother's breath gusted from her open mouth, and she threw back her 
head. Her thighs clamped violently against his hips, her torrid cunt 
nibbled down upon his glans. She was coming in undulating waves of 
rapture, rolling her ass and beating her small fists into his chest.

Glynn thought they had made it fine.



Chapter 9


"Give me a shower first," Lorena said. "I want to be naked with you in 
a shower."

"Anything you say, girl." He put down the suitcase they'd bought first 
thing. "The clerk didn't even blink when I registered as Mr. J. J. 
Oliver and daughter."

"That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled. "Well have to 
mess up the other one, too."

Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt and she followed 
suit by peeling off her own. Her young, hard breasts sprang free and 
her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy 
climb from his pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment 
that she also felt.

She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime and they 
were alone in a motel room. The only time she had been in a motel 
before, she had to share a room with Glynn, while their parents slept 
next door. And did other things, she amended; like fucking.

Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties after them. 
Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for her father's eyes as they 
roamed over her body. She was glad her tits were high and that she had 
plenty of honeyblonde pubic hair. It was almost the exact shade as his 
own, she saw, and was once again amazed and enthralled by the size of 
his swelling cock.

She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and unwrapping a bar of 
motel soap. When she had the water just right, warm and soothing, she 
stepped into the enclosure and waited for him. He came slowly, still 
feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw. He was so big, he filled 
the stall, but she adored the contact her small body made with his, and 
especially liked the wet nudging of his distended prick.

Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began to slide 
his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all slippery and 
foaming, and she wiggled when he washed her tits. Her nipples got so 
hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's hand on 
down to her belly.

He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy, fondling the 
soft mound with obvious delight. Taking the soap from him, she massaged 
it over his hairy chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games 
with his stiff shaft, with his downhanging balls.

"C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, baby."

She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly 
over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands 
lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his eyes.

"Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can read F-U-C-K 
written plainly in your eyes."

She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to be your 
bitch, be perfect for you. Come on--let's go try out that bed."

Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling each 
other, grabbing and tenderly mauling. For a few seconds, they were both 
children, happy and carefree. But when he rolled on top of her, they 
both stopped playing, and after a bright moment of knowing silence, his 
mouth descended upon hers.

Holding him frantically close, Lorena drew her lips across his, forced 
her tongue between them, then retreated before the rapid, hungry 
onslaught of his tongue. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down 
her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking 
across her heaving tummy.

When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me this way, 
on top. I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick inside me, all 
the way to the balls."

Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for 
him, making it easy for the searching head of his mammoth cock to find 
her humid slot. The spongy, but hard core, head probed into her vulva, 
and her cunt lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her 
father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing body, feeding 
the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips to go elastic and make room.

"It's going in!" she cried. "The end of your prick is spreading my 
pussy and going in--oh! Daddy, daddy--"

It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was alive, a hot, 
strong rod that was sliding in and in, until she thought it would never 
stop. She was packed with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with 
matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with joy.

Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled her back upon 
her shoulders. "You can take it better this way," he panted. "You're 
wide open to me now. But what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What 
a hot, narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it had 
fingers, squeezing down on me."

"F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet daddy! Screw 
your daughter--"

He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips fought to keep 
a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole so deep that she 
thought it was going to tear up into her belly. But she could take it 
all, and moaned deliriously when his balls swung into the uplifted 
crack of her ass.

Lorena couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked her heels down 
and dug them into the hollows behind his knees, taking a strong hold 
there so she could pound her crotch up at him and meet his every 
surging, churning stroke. Her father seesawed his huge cock into her 
stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every grinding lurch and making 
her jerk.

She came suddenly, without warning, because there was no way she could 
keep him from massaging her clitoris. Great, rolling waves of her 
climax broke in her vagina, and she shook her ass violently in 
response, gritting her teeth and moaning through them.

"Hold on, baby," he said. "I'm not far behind you--so tight and boiling 
in your little pussy--fucking my sweet daughter, fucking my beautiful 
kid--here it comes!"

His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending a deluge of 
wonderful semen splashing inside her. Her womb tightened, and her 
asshole snapped shut as the beautiful, greasy stuff rinsed her cunt 
walls. Her daddy was pumping her full of his come, releasing the 
physical proof of his love for her, flooding her with his man juice. 
Lorena worshipped him for it, and sank into a blissful state of 
drowsiness.

She was hardly conscious of his gently taking his weight from her 
supine body, but she murmured a protest when her father backed his 
shaft out of her pussy. "Please--don't take it away. I love it so."

He kissed her tits, one at a time, and his hand was soft upon the 
seeping tenderness of her mound. "I worry that I'm too much for you, 
baby."

"Never," she whispered. "Never too much of fucking you, dad."

He lay beside her and she turned to put her face against his hairy 
chest. Through her numbed mind swam the plan, the need to keep this 
wild family together. Glynn was swinging with mom now, catching up for 
lost time, and she somehow had to bring her daddy to the idea that they 
should all share each other's love, as well as each other's bodies.

Jean, she thought; Jean Marks, the torrid little redhead who 
practically lived to screw. Would her father be interested in her? He 
should be; she was attractive enough. It was strange that she didn't 
feel a twinge of jealousy then, but her main idea was to carry through 
the plan--and make her daddy happy as she could. It was so much fun, in 
a triangle.

It was silly to be jealous of someone she loved, she decided; to love 
was to give, and if she could give him more happiness and more 
excitement by sharing his body with another girl, so be it. She would 
be happy for the chance, and feel within herself the same stimulating 
thrills she had known when her brother was fucking both her and Jean 
Marks.

Her father said softly, "It's really hard to believe, baby. I never 
thought I'd be the kind of guy who'd actually lay his own daughter. But 
I've never been so stirred up by any woman. It's like I'm a teenager 
again, always horny and ready to screw."

"That's good," she said, and made up her mind to take the plunge. "Dad-
-how would you feel about screwing someone else? I mean, with me around 
and sharing."

He stroked her back, his big hand warm and comforting. "I never thought 
about it. You mean, you and me and another woman? Like an orgy?"

Lorena kissed his throat and cuddled his softened prick with a 
worshipful hand. "A mini-orgy, you might say. I can promise you that it 
will be farout kicks."

He was silent for awhile, then said, "I fantasize like everyone else, I 
suppose. Like I did about you, dreaming that someday, somehow, I might 
be blessed with the opportunity of getting into your pants. Now that I 
have, I guess anything else can come true."

She came up on one elbow so that she could look down into his beloved 
face, seem again how strong and handsome it was, how romantically 
Nordic. "It can, dad; believe me, it can."

He looked up at her. "Did you have anything special in mind?"

"My best friend, Jean Marks."

"The saucy little redhead, the one who babysat your brother?"

She smiled. "I see you noticed her."

"What man could help noticing? She's a little doll, but too sexy for 
kids to play with. You mean she'd get into an orgy with you and me, 
just like that?"

Lorena said, "She's a real swinger. I think she lives for nothing but 
sex, which isn't a bad idea, at that. All I have to do is ask her and 
she'll freak out at the idea."

"Well," he murmured, "that's something else. I guess I'm not ready for 
the discard yet, anyhow. But we'll have to be very careful about it--
and about just you and me, too. Your mother would flip out, if she even 
suspected, and in the present circumstances, she wouldn't be beyond 
calling the cops. That way, she could no doubt get the whole package in 
the settlement--the house, cars, the business, everything."

Lorena's smile faded and she frowned. "Oh, mom isn't that bad. I wish 
you guys--"

Her father closed his eyes. "Right now, your mother would not only 
knife me, but she'd stand there and twist the blade. Let's not talk 
about her, kid. I'm too damned happy to chance having that happiness 
destroyed."

"Okay, dad. If that's the way it has to be. We'll talk about something 
else."

"Like you," he said. "You weren't a virgin, and I'm glad of that, the 
way I'm hung. Have you been laying some kid I know?"

She shook her head. "I lost my cherry to Don, and you never met him. It 
was kind of messy at first, since he didn't really know what he was 
doing, either. But later on, it got to be the fun I thought it should 
be. Then I laid Jerry, and he'd been around some. We balled for several 
months, but he got too serious about me. Then, well, there was somebody 
else, but I won't tell you his name. He really turned me on, and I 
learned how to go down from him."

Her father squirmed a little. "This is fantastic, lying here with my 
beautiful, naked and freshly fucked daughter in my arms, talking about 
how many guys she's screwed, and about you giving a blow job. According 
to all the mores of this country, I should be outraged, but I'm not. 
I'm turned on, and beginning to see what you mean about orgies. With my 
eyes closed, smelling your freshness so near, I think I might enjoy 
seeing you take a dick. I might get a kick out of watching my 
passionate little girl twist and hump on another man's driving prick."

"Seeing it is great, dad, but being a part of it all is even better. I 
want to watch you shove this glorious meat into Jean's bright little 
pussy, and I just know she'll go out of her head, loving it. She won't 
be able to help herself. I don't see how mom can pass it up, after 
having you screw her so many times. Oh--I'm sorry; that just slipped 
out."

"You're curious about her, aren't you? Okay, I'll say that your mother 
is one hell of a lay, but there were times I felt she wasn't letting 
herself go all the way, that she was holding back."

Lorena thought about that, about hang-ups the older generation might 
have. But her mom looked so sensual, and moved as if she was always on 
her way to a bed, and not to sleep. Could she be withdrawing, going 
into kind of a sexual shell because of the impending split-up? If so, 
then Glynn had run into trouble. But there had been no sign of that 
this morning at home. In fact, both her brother and her mom had seemed 
very anxious to have the house to themselves.

"Maybe she needs something different," Lorena suggested. "Did she ever 
eat you, the way I did?" That picture made new life stir within her 
vagina, the image of her mother with those soft, red lips spread over 
the massive head of her father's cock.

He sighed. "She kissed it a few times, in the beginning, but I never 
felt quite right about it, with her. There had been a whore or two who 
gave me a trip around the world, as we called it then, but with your 
mother--"

"Then you never ate her, either?"

"Only twice," he answered. "And both times, she turned away from me 
afterward, as if she had merely put up with a deviation that was 
strictly mine, and not hers."

Lorena persisted. "There are other things, you know, other ways. Of 
course, I haven't tried them all yet, but I mean to. And Jean says 
they're really groovy. I think if you and mom could get your sex lives 
straightened out, then everything else would go back to where it used 
to be, and we would all be happy."

He took his arm from around her and turned his head. She said quickly, 
"Okay; I won't push it any more. Not that way, anyhow. But it does turn 
me on, thinking and talking of you two together; I wish I had had the 
nerve to sneak into your bedroom and hide in the closet, so I could 
have seen you slip your wonderful big prick into mom's pussy. You said 
she was a hell of a lay, and I'll bet she wraps those long legs around 
you, doesn't she?"

"She does," he said. "She likes it on top, on the side, dog fashion, 
any way except maybe oral. Some lucky guy will get a fine piece of ass 
after the divorce, when she starts looking around for another man. It's 
a wonder she isn't out screwing around now, as hot as she is. But she's 
like me in that respect, I imagine; since we've been at each other's 
throats, we haven't been interested in fucking anyone else. For me, 
that's until now, that is. Now, my sweet and lusty daughter, tell me if 
you've ever had a boy go down on that enticing little cunt?"

Lorena said, "No; not yet."

"Do you want it? I'd like to be the first man to eat you, baby."

"Of course, I want it," she said, and thought that her father would be 
getting himself a cherry of sorts from her. She also though she had 
made a lot of progress, learning much about the problems between her 
parents. If Glynn was doing his job as well, the plan was coming closer 
to completion. First she had to bring in Jean Marks, and--in a flash of 
inspiration--she thought of setting up a scene where her daddy would 
accidentally be exposed to the sight of his son fucking his wife. "Here 
I am, daddy," she said. "Eat me."



Chapter 10


Glynn poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took a can of beer 
for himself. He still felt a little funny, walking around in front of 
her bare assed, but she didn't seem to mind being naked. In fact, she 
acted proud of her nude body, and he sure didn't want her to cover up 
any of it. He would never get tired of looking at her.

She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs crossed, so that 
only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair peeped out, and right now the 
long nipples of her captivating tits were flaccid. But the heavy 
breasts themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and full. They swayed 
when she reached out for the drink he handed her.

"Thanks, dear; I need this. You're a marvelous lover, Glynn, so good 
that I'll never let you go. Even when you grow up and get married, I'll 
visit you every time your wife is away."

He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow of beer. "I may 
never get married; I love you too much, and no other could ever be so 
beautiful."

"How sweet. Am I really as exciting as that other girl you laid?"

Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; he could see the 
tiny blue veins beneath it. He said, "She was the first, and yeah--
she's pretty exciting. But you're special; you're the best." He wished 
he could tell her who had taken his cherry, but this wasn't the time.

And when he thought of Lorena, he remembered that he was also supposed 
to be working the plan along, making some of the moves that might keep 
his mother and father married. He couldn't possibly let her go now, and 
had to do everything he knew how to keep them from breaking up. It had 
been a hell of an idea Lorena had, the kids seducing the parents, but 
where did he go from here?

Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How could dad stay away 
from you?"

She put down the glass and raised her arms over her head, stretching. 
The movement threw her tits out, flattening them just a little as the 
skin grew taut over the delicious mounds. "It was just as difficult for 
me to stay away from him, at first. I need loving, dear; I need a lot 
of loving. Now that I have you, things are going to be much easier. You 
make me so crazy that I do things with you I never have with your 
father, and I love them. Teaching my son all about sex is going to be 
the most fabulous thing that ever happened to me."

Glynn drank some more beer. "Maybe you don't want to talk about him, 
but I wish you would. You know, I told you about hearing the two of you 
screw, and how wild it made me. Wow--if I had ever seen you making it, 
if I'd ever watched him kiss your tits and feel your pussy, I'd have 
gone off without even touching my cock."

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Get me another drink, dear, and I'll 
tell you how it is. One time I brought home a huge mirror and fixed it 
beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves fucking. But your father 
didn't like it."

Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey and carried it 
back. He could feel his prick moving and a new strength growing inside 
his balls, even though he would have sworn that he was completely 
drained. He wanted to hear all this, and hung on each of her words with 
rapt attention.

"I would have liked it," he said.

"I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing myself being 
screwed was great, but I had to take down the mirror. I've often 
wondered how it would be, right in the same room with two people who 
were fucking, watching every movement, every wiggle of her ass and 
seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."

Glynn emptied his beer can. His cock was rising, hardening. "But about 
you and dad--how does he go about it? What--"

Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her damp, red mouth 
said, "Suppose I tell you all about the time I got pregnant with you? 
Would you like that, darling? All right, then: we had been at a party 
and were pretty high by the time we got home. We didn't even take 
showers, but started taking off our clothes right here in the living 
room. In fact, he fucked me right on this very couch."

Glynn's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on his mother's 
plush thigh. She uncrossed her sleek legs to give him room, so he moved 
on in to pet the crisp, ringletted hairs of her enchanted pussy.

"I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her straight bourbon. 
"I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your father stayed with me for a long 
time. He stretched me out here, and lifted one of my legs up to put the 
foot on the back of the couch; my other foot was on the floor. He 
pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and fingered inside my blazing cunt 
until I came on his hand. Then, when I was really boiling over, he 
crawled in between my legs and fed that gigantic prick into my pussy. I 
thought we were going to break the couch, we slammed so hard at each 
other. I came with him, I remember, and he pumped so much semen into me 
that I overflowed, and we had to have the couch recovered to hide the 
stains."

Sighing, Glynn asked, "And that was the time you got pregnant with me?"

His mother saluted him with her empty glass. "Yes, and what a fortunate 
screw it was. Now I'm sitting here naked with my son, looking at his 
long, hard prick and thinking what a wonderfully ironic thing this is. 
I only wish I could have your father brought in, all tied up, and prop 
him against that wall, so he would be forced to watch his horny son 
fuck his equally horny wife. We'd make his eyes pop out, wouldn't we, 
dear?"

Before he could answer, she put her glass on the coffee table and 
slipped off the couch, twisting her full, ripe body around so that she 
was between his spread knees. He knew then what she was going to do to 
him, and hot lightning raced up his spine.

"Sit very still," she breathed. "Don't move, and I'll do everything."

With his legs veed wide, when she kneeled erect, his mom's tits were 
right at his upright shaft, and he watched with bated breath as she 
cupped the delectable melons and leaned forward to place them on each 
side of it. Glynn saw the swollen head of it poking from between the 
white mounds, and felt the caress of the twin nipples.

She rubbed her tits up and down, squeezing them together, and with 
every sliding motion her nipples slid over the throbbing head of his 
ironhard prick. He couldn't help waggling a little, but she hissed a 
warning at him, and he forced himself to stay quiet, since his mother 
wanted to do this her own way.

She let her breasts fall apart then, and dipped her head forward to 
draw the perfumed mist of her black hair over his painful cock. Glynn 
reveled in the tickle of it, in the indescribable feel of the silken 
hair as she ran its luxury along his shaft. He dug his fingers into the 
couch when his mom's cheek brushed the head of his rod.

Taking it in one hand, she pressed it against her face, rubbing her 
cheek and chin over it, guiding the knob over her forehead and her 
closed eyes. He could feel the gentle scrape of her eyelashes, and a 
shiver traveled the length of his tensed body.

Slowly, teasingly, she kissed the bulb, her lips soft as the lighting 
of butterflies. Several times, she kissed it, paying a loving homage to 
this sex organ that had developed within her own body in the beginning. 
She toyed with it, bent it slightly, and allowed it to snap back erect.

He thought, she's going to do it--she's actually going to suck my 
prick! It was something he hadn't even dreamed about with her, not 
until after his sister had done it to him. He had always imagined 
fucking her, riding between those terrific legs and pounding his hard 
cock up into the special richness of her velvet cunt, but the image of 
his mother eating his shaft hadn't come to mind.

Now it was about to happen, and he couldn't control the little muscle 
spasms that shook him. When her tongue came out and licked the end of 
his glans, Glynn fought a groan behind locked teeth, but had to let it 
escape as she curled that artful tongue around the edges of the knob. 
When his mom ran the end of her tongue down into the slot, he clawed at 
the sofa and his heels drummed a tattoo on the carpet.

Her lips came down and around, and her tongue temporarily retreated so 
that the cockhead could follow into the hot cavern of her mouth. The 
distended flanges passed through her teeth and lay for awhile along her 
supine tongue, then she moved her head and he felt his glans against 
the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmm," she said around his shaft, and drew still more of the rigid 
meat into her mouth, so that at last the tender head bumped itself 
against the matchlessly soft satin of her throat. Her fingers were at 
his balls, fondling and probing, and her other hand was wrapped around 
the root of his prick, holding tightly, pressing down and releasing in 
rhythm.

Glynn's head was turning from side to side, and he bit into his lip 
when she started to apply suction, as she pulled his cockhead deep and 
shoved it back out with her tongue.

The cheeks of his ass clenched at the slippery sucking, as she moved 
her head slowly up and down and the inner velvets of her cheeks flowed 
back and forth over his knob. Of their own volition, his hands came 
hesitatingly up and held her head, his fingers going deeply into her 
bountiful hair. She didn't seem to mind now, and he rested them there.

Her own hands moved, too, sliding down his thighs and behind his knees 
to fondle the calves of his legs. They came back up, gripped his knees 
again, and urged them up. Glynn slid forward a bit and hiked his 
pelvis, lifting his feet from the floor and helping his mother drape 
his legs around her shoulders.

His feet rubbed up and down her back and he could feel the resilient 
pressure of her tits in his crotch. She tipped his cock down slightly, 
and gnawed on it, her tongue busy over the head. Glynn's fingers 
clamped harder into her hair, and he began to hunch at her mouth, 
moving his shaft deep into it, nudging the back of her throat.

Fucking her head; he was screwing her face, pouring the prick into her 
mouth, into his own mother's loving hot mouth, and she increased the 
sucking, bobbed her head more quickly up and down, timing her pumping 
motions to his thrusts.

"Oh, mom! Ooohh--I can't take it--so hot--you're eating me, eating my 
cock--you're sucking me off and I love it--oh! Ah! Oh you beautiful 
cocksucker, I'm about to come. I'm going to let it all go in your mouth 
and down your throat--c-coming; COMING!"

Groaning, she pulled harder as he shuddered and gave one more hump that 
ground his pelvis against her teeth. The orgasm came roaring up from 
his leaping balls, sizzled along his swollen shaft and burst from the 
head of his prick in a deluge of semen. Holding tightly to her head, 
rolling his hips and digging his heels into the curve of her smooth 
back, Glynn spurted his hot juice into his mom's throat. She took it 
down, lapping and swallowing, sliding the sweet creamy fluids thirstily 
into the narrow cave of her throat, chewing gently upon the dripping 
knob to bring forth more.

Glynn thought that his backbone was turning to water, or to more come, 
and that she would suck him completely dry. He didn't give a damn if 
she turned him inside out, if his balls shriveled up and fell off. It 
was so farout, such a crazy, groovy sensation that he turned weak and 
his legs fell away from her shoulders. When his feet hit the carpet 
with a thump, his mother seemed to come back from some far and ravenous 
place.

With a final licking of his cockhead, she lifted her face and let the 
bulb slip wetly from her smiling lips. "Was it wonderful, dear? Did it 
just tear you apart?"

Glynn couldn't trust his voice not to squeak, so he nodded, his head 
kind of loose and rolling on his neck. She kissed his flinching belly 
and drew her tongue up his chest; then, leaning into him and pulling 
his face down to hers, she stuck out her tongue.

"Here, lover; taste your own wet semen."

Inside his mouth, her tongue moved around, fondling his teeth and 
cheeks. There was a flavor of musk unlike hers, a different spice that 
had been manufactured deep within his own testicles. Gasping, he broke 
the sticky kiss and gulped deep breaths.

"My turn to bring you a beer," she said, and climbed from between his 
spread knees. He watched her go to the bar, seeing the enticing 
swinging of her hips, the jiggle of her ass and the supremely graceful 
scissoring of those tapered legs. Dizzily, he wondered if any kid his 
age had ever been so damned lucky.

Any guy would give his left nut to have a crack at that beautiful ass, 
and give up the right one for a chance to get that kind of head given 
him. Glynn thought that his father must be out of his tree completely, 
to even consider giving up such fucking. But he really didn't want his 
old man moving out, not even if that meant he'd have his mother all to 
himself.

There was still that other thing he had, the need to watch his mom 
fuck, and there was nobody he would rather see in action with her than 
his father. Besides, Lorena was no doubt going ape over the old man by 
now, digging him as much as Glynn was enjoying his mom, and she 
wouldn't stand for his leaving. He didn't want his sister to follow, 
either. That would be too much of a split, and Lorena was a crazy piece 
of ass herself. No harm in fucking both of them, he thought, her and 
his mother.

"Here's to us," his mother said, giving him a can of beer and holding 
up her own refilled glass. "May we always have as much fun."

"Oh, we will," he assured her, and wrinkled his nose as bubbles from 
the beer tickled it inside. Was this a good time to talk to her some 
more, while they were resting? He glanced over at the clock behind the 
bar and thought there should be plenty of time, Lorena wouldn't let go 
of their dad in a hurry.

"Mom," he said, "did you ever think about swinging with anybody else? 
Maybe even a--a girl?"

She sat down in the big chair across from him, and crossed her legs. 
"Why not? The way I see it, especially since your father insists upon 
being such an utter ass, is that I don't have all that many good years 
left. If he doesn't want me, then I'm sure others do, and that might 
include a little girl-to-girl activity, too."

He saw that she was on the way to being smashed, and thought he'd try 
to steer her away from drinking any more, but he was glad to hear her 
say she wouldn't mind playing around with another girl in the act. From 
the things he'd read, and pictures he had seen, Glynn knew that chicks 
sometimes dug other chicks sexually, and even though that wasn't 
exactly what he'd had in mind, it was okay.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" His mother asked. "That little girl who 
got to you before me?"

He drank more beer and said, "I kind of fibbed to you, mom. I've 
screwed two girls before you, and I don't want to tell you about one of 
them; not yet. But the other is my babysitter."

She sat erect. "What? That perfectly beautiful little thing with the 
exquisite red hair? You have good taste, lover."

"I think she'd join us," he said. "I'm just about sure of it, because I 
laid her and the other one together, taking turns with them, like--so 
many strokes into one pussy, so many into the other; they held hands 
all the time."

"Well," his mother said slowly, "and I was going to teach you. Could 
you really get her to--to make love with us? When?"

"Let's try for tonight," he answered.



Chapter 11


They came in after dinner, and they'd had their own in a cute 
restaurant, holding their heads close together and whispering exactly 
like what they were--lovers. Her dad hadn't minded the curious, knowing 
glances they received; he had been altogether too busy being the nice 
guy he was.

But they had to go back home; she reminded him of that sad fact over a 
glass of light wine he sneaked her. So they left the candlelight and 
wine atmosphere and drove back to the house. All the way, her father 
kept working on excuses as to why they had been gone the entire day, 
excuses that Lorena knew they wouldn't need.

Her brother was downstairs in the living room, in front of the color 
TV, seemingly very casual, but a closer look told her that he was beat. 
While her dad went to the downstairs bathroom, she leaned over and 
kissed Glynn.

"Where's mom?"

"Upstairs lying down. She got a little crocked, even though I tried to 
hold back on the supply."

She kissed him again, feeling very loving, and sat down on the arm of 
the big chair. "Looks like she worked you over pretty good, lover boy. 
You're kind of pale and pooped."

Glynn sighed. "I may not be able to walk upstairs without help. Wow! I 
thought you and I had some great sessions, but mom is the wildest. 
She's been without screwing for a long time, she said, and I guess she 
made up for it with me."

"It was sort of that way with dad and me," Lorena said. "But I think 
it's more than not fucking for awhile; I think it's who they're fucking 
that turns them on so much. Wasn't it like that with you? I mean, I got 
my greatest kicks with you, far more than with the other guys I 
screwed--until dad's big cock got in me. Then it was like nothing ever 
before."

"Yeah," Glynn agreed. "I almost came on the outside of mom's pussy, 
just touching it with the head of my prick. And it seemed like I 
couldn't stop fucking her, couldn't ever get enough of that sweet cunt. 
I went down on her, Lorena, and she ate me, too."

She squirmed on the chair arm, stimulated at hearing what her mother 
did. "Did you get a chance to bring up swinging with others?"

He nodded and slipped his arm around her waist. "I told her about Jean 
Marks, and she liked the idea. She wanted to know how soon we could get 
together. I said maybe tonight, but I'm in no shape for it now. How 
does dad screw?"

"Wonderfully," she said, holding his hand. "Once he got past the hang-
up about me being his baby girl, he fucked me until I passed out. I 
couldn't get more than the head of his cock in my mouth--you have no 
idea how gigantic it is--but I gave him some good head. And afterward, 
he ate me out, even though he'd never fully done it to a woman before, 
not even to mom."

Glynn moved both their hands down and snuggled them between Lorena's 
thighs with a quiet kind of intimacy she liked. He said, "She told me 
his hang-ups, and admitted she wanted to watch some fucking. I didn't 
say you and I had swung. Did you tell dad?"

"No; I didn't think it was time. But I did bring up Jean, and he really 
dug the idea. I'm not sure she can take his big cock, though; she's so 
small and delicate, even if she's practically a nympho. I figured to 
get the three of us swinging together, so he'll loosen up more. Then, 
maybe we can arrange for him to see you and mom screwing. That ought to 
plug the plug for sure."

Glynn massaged her mound. "One way or another. I just hope he doesn't 
freak out and beat the hell out of me."

"How can he?" Lorena asked. "I mean, he's fucking his daughter, and 
another kid, too. So how can he flip when he discovers that his wife is 
doing the same thing? I only wish we had another guy to bring in, 
somebody we could trust, but I can't think of anybody. Maybe later."

"Hey," Glynn said, "you feel real good. If you're not too tired, maybe 
I can get it up again, and you can tell me all the details of how the 
old man put his big meat to you."

She laughed. "I wonder if you'll ever get enough pussy? You know, I 
hope I can set it up so that both you and daddy can screw me at the 
same time. The two of you could take turns on me, then I could eat one 
of you while the other one gave me a good, long fucking."

"You think he'll go for that?" her brother asked anxiously. "If he 
will, we can do the same act with mom. I'd really dig that, the two of 
us putting the meat to mom."

Lorena said, pressing his hand deeper into her crotch, "Don't be 
selfish. I'll be there, too, doing whatever I can to help us all."

"I'm getting hard," Glynn announced. "But what about Jean? Are you 
going to call her?"

"In a few minutes," she answered. "But not for you. If she can come 
over and spend the night, I want her for dad and me. And if you're not 
asleep, I promise to come in and keep you company for awhile."

"Okay," her brother said, and no more, for at that time their father 
came into the room and went to the bar.

Glynn said "hi" and went upstairs. Lorena slid off the arm and into the 
chair, her mound dampened by the playing around her brother had done 
with it. Watching her dad mix a strong highball, she thought that he 
had had only wine today, but the minute he got home, he needed 
something stronger.

"Mom's in bed early," she said to him. "Glynn said she had a little too 
much and called it a night."

"That figures," he said. "Damnit, today was so great, and now it turns 
sour, back in this house with her."

She got up and went to him, to press her slim body against his big, 
muscled one. "I'll call Jean to sleep over. You can come into my room, 
so that even if mom does wake up, she won't suspect anything if she 
hears a couple of giggling kids."

"I don't know," he said. "It's too dangerous here."

Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of his drink there, 
she said, "Don't be a cop out. Unless you can't take any more 
screwing?"

He swallowed more whiskey and grinned. "I think I can ball all night; I 
never felt younger or stronger."

"Good," she said, and went to the telephone. Sure, Jean said, she could 
come right over and how was darling Glynn doing.

Softly into the mouthpiece, Lorena said, "It's not him. It's my dad. I 
balled him last night and all day, and now we're ready for you."

"Wow!" Jean said. "You aren't putting me on? That big, sexy hunk of 
man--you swung with your own dad, too?"

"All the way," Lorena answered. "He thinks you're something else, by 
the way."

"I'll be right over," Jean gasped. "Where's your mom?"

"Zonked out," Lorena said, "crashed. Glynn's out of action, also. So 
that leaves us three."

"A nice, swinging number," Jean said, and hung up.

Turning, Lorena said, "She's coming right over. Maybe you ought to 
bring a bottle up to my room?"

Shaking his head, her dad murmured, "I can't believe that all this is 
happening to me, but if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another quick shower, 
wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for him--and for Jean, she 
thought. How would it be, one chick with another? Not as good as 
fucking a man, probably, but different and good, maybe. It wouldn't 
hurt to try, and could add an entirely new dimension to the 
relationship. Jean had hinted around a time or two that she wouldn't be 
adverse to doing it, and Lorena suspected that the other girl was 
already experienced.

When the door buzzer sounded, she wrapped her blue robe around her damp 
body and went pounding back downstairs to let in her friend. Her father 
was still at the bar, and she caught Jean excitedly by the hand to lead 
her to the bedroom.

Inside, she helped the girl strip off her clothing, and marveled again 
at the miniature precision of Jean's lovely little body. The small, but 
perfectly shaped breasts stood up pertly, tipped with exotic pink 
nipples, and Jean's skin was so finely textured it felt like warm silk.

"That feels nice," Jean said. "Your hands, I mean. Got a robe I can 
borrow? We don't want to shake up your dad too much, not right away."

Lorena hauled a pale green dressing gown from her closet, and held it 
so Jean could put it on. The girl leaned back against her, and took 
Lorena's hands to lift them to the compact cones of her tits. Her hair 
was close to Lorena's face, and smelled of a sensual perfume.

"This feels even better," Jean murmured, practically lost in the 
translucent robe. Her little body burned through the thin material and 
into Lorena's. "How did you do it--make your father?"

"Helped him get smashed, then sneaked into his bed and pretended to be 
mom. They haven't been sleeping together for months, and he was horny 
as anything. By the time he realized he wasn't fucking her, but his 
daughter, it was too late. He had already come in me."

Jean giggled and rubbed the diminutive hillocks of her saucy ass into 
Lorena's belly. "And now that you turned him on, he's ready for 
anything? So are you, it seems."

"I think so," Lorena answered. "We'll get to that later, I guess, 
although I don't know how my daddy will take something so farout."

"He'll like it fine," Jean assured her. "Guys really dig seeing two 
chicks make it with each other; it turns them on like you wouldn't 
believe."

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Lorena felt a warm rush of blood to 
her face and let go of Jean's tits to step back. "There he is. I guess 
we'll just play it by ear."

"If that's your bag," Jean laughed and drew the diaphanous robe tightly 
about her body to outline the shape of it.

Eric Johansen came quickly into the room, shutting and locking the door 
behind himself. He had two bottles, one a fifth of bourbon, the other a 
mix. "Hello, girls."

Seeing that her father was doing his best to play it cool, Lorena 
caught his hand briefly, then took the bottles and put them on her 
dresser. "You remember Jean Marks, dad?"

"How could I forget her?" he asked. "You leave an indelible impact, 
Jean."

"Hey," Jean said, "that's what I like about older men; they're 
thoughtful and nice."

"Well," he said. He was wearing a satin robe that exposed his hairy 
legs and dipped in front to show more fur on his broad chest. Lorena 
thought he looked yummy.

Jean broke the unnatural awkwardness by simply opening her robe and 
dropping it from her shoulders. Lorena saw her dad's eyes go wide at 
sight of the lovely body. Jean looked terrific, of course, creamy white 
and deep reds, the dark scarlet hair luxuriant over her tiny mound, the 
hills and valleys of her flesh all cunningly molded. As they watched, 
she pirouetted slowly, lifting her arms, a gorgeous little mannequin.

Lorena took off her covering, but simply stood quiet and looked at her 
father.

He said, "Here are two truly beautiful girls, the prettiest, most 
charming girls I've ever seen. They're naked and adventurous, and here 
I am--scared as any kid on his first outing. I'm one hell of a long way 
from being a cherry, but I'm as nervous as if I was."

"Don't be, dad," Lorena said. "Why don't you sit down on the bed and 
I'll get a glass for your drink. Jean--"

"Sure," Jean breathed huskily, and moved to the bed to sit beside him. 
As Lorena splashed whiskey and mix into a glass retrieved from the 
bathroom, she watched her friend playing with her father's robe.

"Sit up, Mr. Johansen." Jean murmured, "so I can help you out of the 
sleeves."

Lorena brought him the strong drink, and her dad grabbed it anxiously. 
She saw his nude body then as Jean whipped off the robe, saw that he 
was still edgy about being with two young girls, and one of them his 
own daughter. His cock hung down limply between the sinewy columns of 
his thighs.

"Damn," Jean said, "I never saw one that long before, but if you took 
it, Lorena--I guess I can, too."

"Wait'll you see it hard," Lorena said, knowing a warm stir within her 
pussy at the sight of her father's appetizing cock, and went around to 
the other side of the bed.

When she crawled onto it, Jean was kissing him, one hand fondling the 
soft tool, the other arm around his neck. Her father caressed the 
little girl, running his hands over the perfect small body.

Lorena slid across the bed and came to her knees to press her tits into 
her dad's back while she held to his hips. Her brushy mound rubbed up 
and down along his spine, and she figured that he was getting the 
damnedest kiss of his life.

They sank back to the mattress together, and Jean pushed him over onto 
his back. "The first time, I think I'll try it this way, Mr. Johansen, 
so I can handle that giant thing my own way. Oh wow--look how it's 
growing!"

Still kneeling beside her father, Lorena saw that his prick was 
reaching its full and magnificent size, the glans puffing its lavender 
velvet knob awesomely, the corded shaft glowing with inner life, and 
his hairy balls looking solid. It was lovely to her, no longer 
frightening, but she understood how the other girl could be shaken by 
its length and heft.

But Jean was handling it now, stroking her tiny hands up and down, 
caressing her fluttering fingers over the head of the big prick. Lorena 
watched the girl climb over his body, straddling the man, both hands 
still toying with his cock.

Turning her head, Jean asked over one shapely shoulder, "It's okay if I 
take him on first, isn't it? I mean, you've already been screwed today, 
and I haven't."

"Be my guest," Lorena said in high excitement, running her fingertips 
over the erectile tips of her aching breasts. "Daddy's all ready."

An exquisitely formed little goddess, Jean poised momentarily above 
him, sculptured in rose and gold and red, the twin cheeks of her molded 
ass twitching.

Jean moved the huge cock she was holding, and biting her lips, guided 
its pulsing head into the caress of her pubic hairs. "It's so big--so 
big."

But the blunt tip dug up into the small crotch, and Lorena saw it 
slowly going inside Jean's mini-pussy. Bit by bit, as the girl squirmed 
to make it fit, the bulb pushed on when Jean gently lowered her ass. An 
inch, then another disappeared into the curly red hairs, and Lorena 
could make out the cunt lips stretching pinkly around the very rim of 
her father's cockhead. The girl gave a strong downward hunch, 
tightening the cheeks of her ass as she did so, and the head vanished 
into her vagina.

"Ooohh!" Jean gasped. "It's like riding a salami--oh! Stretching me 
open--big and hard and groovy--"

Lorena could resist no longer; she reached down between the girl's 
thighs and fingered the root of the throbbing shaft. She felt the 
slickness of Jean's love juice upon it and touched the marvelously soft 
labia as Jean's cunt came to rest there. Her other hand cuddling her 
own pussy, her little finger tickling into its hot lips, Lorena 
squeezed on the hilt of her father's prick and reveled in the up and 
down sensation of the other girl's cunt lips, too.

Releasing her own snatch, she came up to kneel right behind Jean; this 
way, she could still reach down and play between two pairs of thighs, 
toying with balls and cock as Jean slid up and down upon the deeply 
embedded shaft. Lorena's tits nuzzled into Jean's back, and she loved 
the sensation of the little ass bumping her belly.

"E-every time I wiggle," Jean panted, "my clit goes crazy. The head of 
this prick hits bottom, too. Ahh--oh, Mr. Johansen, you're wonderful"

It seemed impossible for Jean to be taking all that mammoth cock, 
Lorena thought, but it was happening, and that tiny cunt must be 
stretched to its capacity, packed with so much hard meat. She reached 
around and took both the girl's firm tits in her hands, kneading them 
tenderly as Jean stroked up and down.

Leaning back and twisting her head around, Jean sought Lorena's mouth. 
Their tongues met furiously and their teeth clashed as Jean continued 
to ride the upright pole, wiggling and hunching on it. Lorena felt the 
moan burst against her teeth as Jean came, felt the long convulsion 
that wracked the vibrant little body as the climax crested through it.

"Hot and tight, holding my prick with hot fingers," her father grunted, 
surging his pelvis upward. "Sucking on my rod--ah, kid--you sweet 
little cunt! Uh--uh--UH!!"

He came, heaving up in a spasm that lifted them both from the bed. As 
he dropped back, Lorena realized that his river of bubbling semen was 
pumping into her friend's pussy, that her raunchy daddy was shooting 
his hot come into Jean's shuddering cunt, drowning the tiny velvet 
envelope. She envied her friend the rare sensation, and squeezed hard 
upon Jean's tits.

Jean's tongue went still in Lorena's mouth, and their breath sighed, 
blending in warmth, understanding and sharing. Lorena was very glad for 
the moment, even though her own pussy was afire with want.

When Jean sagged limply forward, Lorena let go of the girl's breasts 
and helped her work the massive shaft out of her pussy. It came into 
the air with a plopping sound, and semen ran down Jean's molded thigh.

Rolling over onto the bed, Jean whispered, "J-just give me a minute or 
two, Lorena. I think I exploded."

And her father fumbled weakly at the bedside table for his glass. 
Lorena leaned across and gave it to him. He said, "She's got a pussy 
even tighter than yours, baby. It's like fucking a ten year old kid--
but a kid who knows how to screw, and loves the meat."

"I'm glad you two dig each other so much," Lorena said. "See how much 
fun sharing can be, dad? I got my kicks out of watching you fuck, 
seeing your big cock slipping in and out of her little snatch. I held 
her tits, too, and felt her pussy with my fingers while you were inside 
it, stretching it so wide."

His eyes held hers. "I felt it, baby, and I wished I could have my cock 
in both of you at the same time."

"You can take turns on us," she said, "crossing over on our cunts until 
you come in one of them, and I hope it's mine."

"Not yet," he said. "I'm out of gas right now, but when I get myself 
pumped up again, I'm going to give my bitchy little daughter the 
fucking of her young life."

"For now, I'll take a sip of your drink," she murmured, "and mix you 
another one."

When she came back to the bed and gave it to him, he was sitting up, 
his prick at greasy half-mast. Jean held up her hands and Lorena 
climbed over her dad to go to the girl.



Chapter 12


Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning. 
She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone 
through a long and grueling night.

"Hey, sis--how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn't ease into 
your room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to."

She smiled. "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in different rooms; 
he's still in there all wrapped around Jean. Now he's fucked all three 
of us women, just as you have."

"All three--oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving around 
downstairs awhile ago. She slept the night through." Glynn held to his 
sister's hand. "I'm wondering how I can get Jean and mom together 
today. Got any ideas?"

"How about if I split with dad? We can say we're going up to his office 
or something. Then you can use little Jean to turn on mother and ball 
her yourself."

"Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the idea of 
swinging with the little redhead and his mom. "But you know something? 
I'm missing your pussy, sis. I hope it doesn't take much longer before 
we can all be together, you and me, mom and dad."

Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there, Glynn. I'll go 
get them up so we can have breakfast; all of us need the vitamins."

When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the stairs, 
eager to see his beautiful mom again.

It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his sister, 
discussing their sex life openly and up front, but there were a lot of 
things changing around here since the plan had gotten moving. With any 
luck at all, he and Lorena ought to be able to work out the rest of it, 
getting his old man and mom together again.

"Hi mom--smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean Marks stayed over 
last night? No, I guess not; you were asleep when she came after Lorena 
called her."

His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and slinky, with a 
see-through white blouse. A bra cupped her opulent breasts, and he 
wished she didn't have it on, so he could see those great nipples. She 
said, "Oh? Did you and Jean have fun?"

He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist, tugging her 
close so he could feel the shape of her ass against him. "Didn't touch 
her, mom, I swear. But if we can get dad and Lorena out of the house 
again, I think I can have her spend the rest of the day here--with us."

"I--I don't know," she said. "Everything looks different in the hard 
light of day, dear. Besides, your father took your sister along 
yesterday and he won't want to--"

He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest touch of her 
beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped 
cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little 
before lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet 
grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy.

"Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you were all up on 
the idea of Jean with us, making love, and I can just about guarantee 
that Lorena will haul dad off again this morning."

She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I just couldn't 
resist my eager young lover, even if I tried. If they go out, I'll go 
right to my room, and you can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her 
about it?"

"I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, and stepped back, 
letting go his mother's body as he heard footsteps on the stairs.

They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of the 
conversation, and when they were having a second cup of coffee, his 
sister announced that she was going to the office with their father.

"Some files to catch up on," his father said without looking up from 
his plate, "and Lorena volunteered to help."

Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as she would 
normally have done. It was pretty nice, Glynn thought, not to have his 
parents cutting at each other all the time. He followed Lorena out to 
the station wagon because she motioned him to, and there she whispered 
in his ear that she would go away for about two hours.

"That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn. Leave all the 
doors unlocked, and I'll accidentally let dad see you putting it to 
mother, with Jean right there helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up 
real good, then I'll back him out. It's the next logical step."

Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little shaky about him 
seeing me and mom." He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his 
belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and 
simple, but what if his old man blew his cork? Dad might figure it was 
fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might not want his boy 
sticking his wife.

Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the 
remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of 
thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted 
against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup. He compared the two--his 
mother tall and willowy, but with flared hips and long, eye-catching 
legs, Jean small and cute, put together like a miniature Venus. Mom's 
hair was black as night, and Jean's was flaming red.

They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and whispering 
things he couldn't hear. As he fidgeted just beyond the door, his fear 
fading in his eagerness to screw these two beautiful females, he saw 
Jean put a hand upon his mom's waist, and watched it drift almost 
casually down across her ass.

Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was feeling up his 
mom, and he knew damned well that he was going to see some lesbian type 
loving before long, that he was going to be a major part of a sexual 
get together different from the one he had joined with Jean and his 
sister.

This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it would also 
go the other way around, while he got his licks in with both of them.

He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went up to take a 
bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his body strongly, 
then changing the water flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he 
found himself yelling and dancing around in the needlelike spray.

They were waiting for him in his mother's room--but not really. Jean 
and his mom had started without him, for they were already naked and 
together on the bed. As he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the 
little girl crawling over on top of his mother's statuesque body. Jean 
had both hands full of tit, and was kissing the beestung lips with 
dedication, her little pink tongue darting in and out.

Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and watched her 
hands come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to caress and stroke 
them, push them together and pull them apart. The sight started a 
vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked slowly toward the bed where 
they were squirming. For the moment, they seemed to have forgotten he 
existed, and he couldn't blame them.

His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn was 
anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not 
wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on the far edge of the 
bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at them.

Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples while she 
kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting 
them spring up rounded again. Her sleek little belly moved back and 
forth, seeking contact with their crotches, but until Jean stopped 
kissing her mouth and slid down, their cunts couldn't meet.

When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth hesitated, and 
Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped over to the left to fasten 
hotly upon the upright nipple. Glynn sighed as the girl sucked upon 
that fabulous tit, because he knew the texture and flavor of it 
himself. She caressed the belly, the hips, and his mother's fingers dug 
into Jean's ass.

They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in between his 
mom's outflung legs, between the full, rich thighs. They humped and 
ground their cunts, making fucking motions as if one of them was a man, 
and he could see Jean's dark red pussy massaging his mother's midnight 
black cunt

Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh! Oh darling girl--it's wonderful to 
feel you like this, your sweet little box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear--
your clit against mine--humping, humping--oh!"

And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene--yes, Mrs. Johansen; what a deep, 
wet cunt you have, all velvet and juicy. So lovely, so hot and 
beautiful. Fuck me, Arlene--fuck me!"

The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the woman's cunt, 
heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris into his mother's 
steaming box. Glynn clamped down hard on his cock as he saw his mom 
lift her symmetrical legs and coil them around the small, perfect body. 
They really screwed then, moaning and gasping, rotating their asses and 
ramming their cunts together faster and faster.

"C-coming!" his mother cried out. "Oh you wonderful little thing, 
you're making me come!"

"Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the black 
one, making wet sounds. "Your beautiful hairy pussy--oh, squeeze me in 
your thighs, Mrs. Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine--OOOHH!"

Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls packing 
themselves with fluid that was demanding to be released. They were so 
damned beautiful together, lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had 
just reached a mutual orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that one 
woman could give to another.

And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he thought, as she 
began to slide down his mother's supine, panting body, kissing the rib 
cage, licking her tongue over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it 
hotly into the navel. His mom shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual 
hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth hanging open and her eyelashes 
fluttering.

"Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll bet your pussy is 
even richer. Love the feel of your cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene--
it's all crinkly and kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it, 
warm and pungent"

The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, first one 
cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick curls of the ebony pubic 
hair. She even used her chin to burrow into the springy bush, and 
nipped the insides of the trembling white thighs with quick, hungry 
teeth. Glynn clamped down on the head of his prick, held it lightly as 
he watched.

He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so he could 
see the most intimate details. There was Jean's tongue lapping like a 
puppy dog into his mom's quivering labia; he could see that the cunt 
lips were swollen now and turning redder. Jean was playing with the 
cheeks of the other woman's ass and dipping her fingers into the crack 
while she ate pussy.

The dark red head, the elfin face, pushed deeper into the humid 
receptiveness of his mother's crotch, and he watched Jean take the cunt 
lips between her teeth to bite tenderly upon them. His mom rocked from 
side to side and her ass began to hike itself up and down. She took the 
girl's head in her hands then, and her hunching movement fucked it.

Glynn stared down at Jean's uptilted ass, at the sweetly formed cheeks 
and the tiny cleft with its feathery covering. He saw the tight little 
anus, and below it, as Jean wiggled, the cunning design of her tiny 
pussy. It pouched at him when she pumped her ass, as she buried her 
face inside his mom's blackly heaving cunt.

It was so close; he ran his hands over the sleek buttocks and felt 
their shape, their warmth, the smoothness of them. Prodding, he slipped 
the distended head of his stiff prick between her thighs, and for a few 
breathless seconds she rode his shaft, skidding her wet cunt lips up 
and down the length of it. Then Glynn used one hand to hold her bobbing 
still, the other to hold his cock while he steered the blunt glans into 
the tufted red hair.

The heat of it sizzled against his cockhead, and he shoved steadily 
into it, fitting his knob into the tight but eager slot that was so 
inviting. It went in slowly as the lips turned elastic and gave to his 
pressure; the bulb popped inside her pussy, and with a long, twisting 
stroke, he seated the rest of his prick full length within the tight 
sleeve of Jean's blistering young cunt.

Glynn had never fucked this way before, from behind. It was a new 
sensation for him to snug his balls up tight to the neatly sculptured 
ass, to drive his long thrusts into the girl as she shook her tail 
against him. It was good, he thought dazedly, holding to her waist with 
both hands and cramming his cock while Jean ate so ardently into his 
mother's pussy.

"I--I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her head blindly 
from side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving and her belly 
jerking. "Oh--it's too much, too much, darling! My pussy is going 
insane--ahh! Oh! Please--oohh!!"

Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick, and his 
balls swung against the backs of her thighs. Glynn stared down at the 
entangled women, at the sweetly surging ass he was putting the rod 
into, at the twisting, arching form of his mother in the throes of her 
orgasm on the girl's avid mouth.

His mom fell back limply, and Jean lifted her dripping face from 
between the older woman's thighs. Glynn gave her a few more strokes, 
and Jean's pussy thrummed around his buried cock like a soft tuning 
fork. She was coming, too, he knew, and held his shaft solidly in her, 
deeply within her box, as her hot oils bathed it.

By keeping still, he didn't come. It felt almost as good, he thought, 
and held his prick inside the girl's snatch, wondering if this was how 
to keep fucking for a long, long time. Jean wobbled in his grasp, so he 
allowed her to slide forward, so that his hard pole slipped soapily 
from the kiss of her pussy lips.

"Oh, lover boy," she said, rolling over and smiling wetly up at him. 
"That was a fine screwing; you timed it just right, while I was about 
to make your mother come."

Glynn was proud of himself, and saw that his mom's eyes were opening, 
that her dark eyes were focusing upon his posed cock with its shiny 
head. She acted puzzled, as if she didn't quite know where she was for 
a moment; then her eyes cleared and she smiled that warm, bitchy smile.

"Well, dear--you've just seen your mom debauching herself with a girl. 
Did it surprise you as much as it did me? I had no idea, really--but 
it's so different, so tender and thrilling."

He said, "You were great, mom. I put it to Jean from the rear, while 
she was eating your pussy, but I didn't come yet."

"I sure did," Jean announced. I had it going for me at both ends, and I 
came so hard that my head spun. Wow--what a beautiful family you are, 
every one of you!"

Glynn saw his mother frown. "Every one, Jean?" she asked.

He moved to her, hurriedly cutting off the conversation, telling 
himself that he would break the news a little later, that she didn't 
have to know right now. She would have to discover that dad was 
screwing her daughter sometime, but there was more than an hour left 
before Lorena was due home.

"I'd like to fuck you dog fashion, mom. Maybe you'd like to go down on 
Jean, kind of reversing your positions. She's ready for it, ready for 
anything."

Eyes clouding over in that special, sexy way, his mother licked her 
full lips and nodded. "That sounds nice, lover. Were you saving your 
load for me?"

She kissed him before turning to straddle Jean's slim body, and he 
still felt the wet thrusting of her tongue for several seconds 
afterward. Trembling, he watched Jean set herself for the oral loving, 
putting a pillow under her piquant little ass so that her scarlet mouth 
tipped upward, and spreading her polished knees wide.

The red tufted and downy hair of her pussy gleamed up at his mother, 
and the older woman stooped to gather the small girl lovingly in her 
arms. As Glynn watched enraptured, his mom snugged Jean close, kissing 
her mouth hungrily, shoving her tongue deep into the gasping, open 
lips. His mother's knee was prodding into Jean's crotch, and the lovely 
girl was wiggling upon it, rolling her snatch hard against the sleek 
flesh there.

Then his mom, his gorgeous, sensual mom, was kissing Jean's tit, 
sucking upon each nipple in turn, and her hands were cupping the girl's 
body, running over the warm skin. She lowered the girl and began to 
lick hotly over her chest and belly. Her fabulously shaped ass came 
back toward Glynn, lifting up as she slid down Jean's writhing body to 
the treasure of the fragrantly steaming pussy.

Head turning back over her shoulder, his mother said to Glynn: "Put it 
to me, son."

The cheeks of her ass were like big, beautiful melons in his hands, and 
when she turned to plunge her mouth into Jean's thrusting pelvis, he 
eased the head of his prick out to touch the puckered brown ring of her 
hole, staring down at the crinkly curlings of her snatch hair, at the 
meeting of her inflamed pussy lips in back.

Had his father ever mounted her this way? Had his dad ever fondled 
these splendid, captivating cheeks and nudged his mom's asshole with 
his cockhead? A quake rippled over Glynn, and his skin turned extra 
sensitive. When she rolled her hips, he poked gently with his knob and 
discovered the marvelous slippery labia kissing his point. With a 
little guidance, it eased into the wet, greasy hold of her pussy, 
aroused now because of the sucking it had just had.

The shock of it was always new, he thought, sliding his hard and aching 
shaft deeply into her alluring cunt; it was always as if he was putting 
the meat to his darling mother for the very first time. The juicy 
tissues of her pussy closed around his probing dick, tightened upon it 
with a loving grasp, and his balls nestled against the silken pillows 
of her textured thighs. It was in his mom again, stuck to the roots 
within her mature, ripe cunt, and he adored the feel of her inner 
vagina.

She was so damned hot, so damned beautiful; she was the queen of all 
bitches, and Glynn worshipped her sexually, grinding his pelvis into 
the hills of her cheeks, bending down to tuck his belly against the 
velvet length of her graceful back. Her heavy tits hung down as she ate 
into the girl's pussy below, and Glynn caught them in both hands, clung 
jealously to them all warm and springy as he stroked tenderly into her 
pussy.

"I've got my prick locked into your hot cunt," he whispered into the 
back of her neck. "My cock is buried in your pussy, mom--moving all 
hard and slippery in there where dad fucks you. It's my pussy, too, and 
I'm fucking you, mother--I'm pumping my shaft in and out of your 
boiling cunt, and you love it, you beautiful, hot bitch--you love to be 
fucked by your son!"

She moaned into Jean's crotch, and the small girl moaned in answer, 
heaving gently into the older woman's face, turning her trim ass in the 
gripping hands. Glynn pulled on his mother's round, pendulum tits, and 
worked his rod steadily into the clutching well of her deep pussy. 
Suddenly he wondered how her quivering nest would feel, if it was 
already made oily by another man's semen--by his own father's hot 
juices.

Pretty soon, he told himself, giving her longer, harder hammerings, 
reaching to the far end of her vagina with the lunging head of his 
cast-iron prick; pretty soon, he might get the chance to watch his 
daddy fuck the hell out of her, and then he'd climb onto her the second 
his daddy climbed off, the very moment after the old man withdrew his 
big, dripping shaft after letting go his load.

Glynn would rut and grind in her wet cunt then, continuing where his 
dad left off, fucking and screwing and pumping his own searing come in 
to blend with the slidy stuff already left inside her stirred-up, 
shuddering pussy. Both of them would fuck her, and daddy would see it, 
see him pound the cock into her body while mother squirmed and told him 
how much she loved his young, hard meat.

Just then, Jean cried out wildly, and beat her tiny hands against the 
bed. "Mrs. Johansen--oh, Arlene, darling--darling--eat me--devour my 
cunt, darling--I'm coming, coming!!!"

Glynn felt his mother's pussy snap on his cockhead, felt the inner 
sheathing of her gorgeous cunt draw tight around it, and in reflex, the 
semen came hissing up from his balls. When she bucked her ass back 
against him, he held desperately to her tits and banged away at her 
suctioning box. The come hosed from his glans, hurled thick and viscous 
fluid at the entrance to her cervix, dripped his male essence sticky 
and penetrating along the enveloping wall of her cunt, soaking her 
completely, lathering his still churning rod from head to balls.

He thought he was never going to stop coming; it was so good that he 
felt dizzy, and at last he shivered to a stop, his balls only twitching 
against her molded thighs, his prick stilled and drowned within the 
soggy velvet grasp of the most fantastic pussy in the world.

Slowly, he sat back, bracing his hands upon her hips for better 
balance, but she came back with him, lifting her smeared face from the 
young girl's smokey cunt, grinding her ass in ecstasy upon his sloshy 
prick.

Something from outside came knocking at his consciousness, something 
alien, and Glynn pivoted his head at the sound of the door opening. He 
saw them standing there, his sister and his father, saw his dad staring 
with unbelieving eyes at the tableau the three of them made, on the 
bed.

Then Lorena pulled the door shut again, and Glynn collapsed on top of 
his mother.



Chapter 13


Lorena held her father by the arm, leading him to her bedroom. He went 
without protest, but in a numbed kind of silence that worried her some. 
She had been watching his face closely when she opened that door, and 
saw the shock that crossed it when he saw the stark scene before them.

There was his son Glynn, with both hands full of his mom's big tits, 
and Arlene leaning back, riding the boy's prick that was stuffed up her 
hairy cunt. Too, there was the wet glistening of Arlene's face, and the 
beautiful young girl lying below her with legs spread wide and the same 
kind of oily gleam on the red-haired mound of her freshly eaten pussy.

It was a jolting sight for any man to absorb all at once, because the 
facts were so brutally clear--his wife was fucking his--their--son, and 
had just that moment lifted her avid mouth from the clinging caress of 
another girl's hot snatch. Lorena thought that she couldn't have timed 
their entrance any better. Daddy had to know what was going on in the 
family, and now he did. It had been something like throwing a bucket of 
ice water in his face.

Now, he sank nervelessly upon her frilly bed, seemingly unable to 
believe what his own eyes had witnessed. She sat beside him and took 
his big hand. "Dad--that was a tough way to tell you, but we thought it 
had to be done."

He shook his shaggy head. "But, baby--your mom. She was actually 
screwing your brother!"

"Yes," Lorena said, stroking his fingers and looking into his 
bewildered eyes. "And Jean was in on it."

Her father's head swung from side to side. "But, Arlene. It just 
doesn't seem possible--especially with Glynn. She had a lot of chances 
to play around and never did. Now--"

Lorena leaned forward and kissed him. "Dad, it's no different than what 
you and I have been doing. We're father and daughter, they're mother 
and son; the relationship is exactly the same."

He frowned and started to say something, but she cut him off. "Not that 
old double standard stuff, dad? Women have the same desires as men, and 
you know that you and I have been subconsciously reaching out for each 
other for years. Why shouldn't it be the same with mom and Glynn? She's 
a beautiful, sensuous woman, and he's a horny young boy."

"She--she was actually going down on the kid, on Jean," he said.

"So what? I'll bet they had a real ball, the three of them swinging 
like that, putting it all up front and doing exactly what each of them 
wanted to. You and I do it; I gave you a blow job and you ate my pussy; 
so did Jean. I hadn't gotten around to doing her, but I will. I think 
she's lovely and sexy and I'll get my kicks by pulling those delicious 
little cunt lips into my mouth. And I'll tell you something else--I 
want a chance to do it with mother, too."

Eric Johansen blinked and rubbed a hand across his face. "I guess 
you're right, baby. If the positions were reversed, and your mother had 
walked in on you and me while we were fucking, it might have upset 
her."

"You know it," Lorena said, realizing that the shock was wearing off 
and that her father's realistic kind of thinking was coming back to the 
fore. "And if she wasn't already screwing her son, she might have 
flipped and screamed for the cops. As it is, you're not doing any more 
than she is, and I dare either of you to say that you're not having 
more fun than you ever had in your lives."

Nodding, he agreed with her. "That's true on my part, baby. You're the 
sweetest, hottest piece of loving ass I ever knew, and little Jean 
isn't far behind. I'd rather fuck my beautiful daughter than anybody 
else."

Now was the time, she thought. "How about mom? Wouldn't you like to go 
back to fucking her, too? I mean, now that you have me, and she's been 
screwing Glynn, you two ought to be able to build up a lot more 
excitement for each other. I'd get a real thrill out of seeing you fuck 
mom, and maybe help out a little. I get all hot and trembly, just 
thinking about it."

He blinked again. "She did look great in there, all sweaty and 
wiggling. That boy is getting himself a terrific piece of ass, all 
right." His eyes probing hers, he asked, "Have you been laying him, 
too?"

"Yes," she said. "Glynn and I have always been close, and since you and 
mom started this nonsense about a divorce, we drew even nearer to each 
other. The first time we screwed, it just sort of happened. I saw him 
jacking off and that made me so hot I just about raped him and took his 
cherry."

"And when did he begin screwing his mother?"

"The same night I crawled in your bed. We were spiking both your drinks 
pretty heavily, you know. We planned it all out, Glynn and I, so that 
both of us would try to make our parents. We thought you were both 
getting hard up for sex, and that once you fucked us, there wouldn't be 
any turning back, that we'd all just go on and on."

Her father touched her face. "And you both carried the plot somewhat 
farther, didn't you? Like getting me and your mother together again?"

"Oh yes," she breathed, dropping her hand to his thigh and sliding it 
down to feel the big, soft lump of his organ. "You and mom belong 
together, and we want you to stay together. A divorce could split us 
all up, separate the family. Do you want to let me go now? Don't you 
want to keep on fucking me?"

"Of course I do," he answered.

"And mom must feel the same about Glynn. I don't want to give him up, 
either. So why can't we all groove together, make love and be in love?"

He said thoughtfully, "Why not, indeed? Damn it, Lorena, you kids are 
sneaky little bastards, but you had one hell of an idea. Tying us all 
tightly together with sex, and why not? The family that fucks together 
stays together, eh?"

Delightedly, she laughed, and squeezed on his still flaccid cock. 
"Something like that, dad. Oh, I just knew you'd see things our way, 
and I'm so glad!"

She pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him hard, slipping her 
tongue into his lips and running it around inside his mouth. He tasted 
delicious, and she murmured against his teeth, "They're probably all 
shaken up in there right now, wondering what your reaction will be. If 
you get undressed, I'll go in and calm them down some, tell them how it 
is. Then I'll ask Jean to split for home; she can always come back 
tomorrow night for a real orgy. She'll understand that the family kind 
of wants to be alone, to rediscover its members. After that's settled, 
I'll run downstairs and bring you back a bottle."

He smiled up at her, and his hands slid between them to cup her tits. 
"And after that?"

"Why," she said, "after that, you and I will have ourselves a nice, 
long fuck, just to take the edge off and to give Glynn and mom time to 
get their heads on straight. Then we'll see what happens with the four 
of us."

"Fair enough," he said, and let her go.

Lorena sprang from the bed and skipped out of the doorway, zipping 
across the hall and into her mother's bedroom without knocking. They 
had spread apart; little Jean had already wrapped herself in a robe, 
and Glynn was jittering about, looking for his. Her mother sat upon the 
bed with the sheet pulled up over her lovely body, but her large 
breasts were uncovered.

"Take it easy," Lorena announced. "Everything is all right, really. I 
just told dad the truth, and he went for the plan. He's not mad."

Her mother said, "The plan?"

Swiftly, Lorena told her all about it, how she and her brother had 
plotted the seductions in order to stop the divorce. "Of course," she 
finished, "we both wanted to screw you and dad, anyhow. And now it's 
worked out just wonderfully."

Glynn said, "He's not pissed off? He saw me with my cock up mom's 
pussy, and he's not jealous or mad or anything?"

She laughed. "If anything, he's turned more horny than ever. He said 
you were getting yourself one great piece of ass from mother. Maybe 
we'll have to give him a little time to adjust completely, but then dad 
will be ready to join the party."

Jean Marks said, "Maybe I'd better go home now."

"You can come back tomorrow night," Lorena said. "It's going to be a 
little strange for us at first, you understand."

"Sure," Jean answered. "But I'm in on it, too, almost like part of the 
family. Wow--parents fucking their kids, together!"

When the small girl had gone, Lorena said, "You won't be too 
embarrassed or anything, mom?"

"I--I don't know," her mother said. "I'm all mixed up, having a 
difficult time getting my head cleared. But your father said he wanted 
me again?"

"Definitely," Lorena answered. "We'll be back in here before too long, 
all hot to go. I think it would be groovy for the four of us to make it 
in the same bed, don't you?"

Her mother said, "You and Glynn, screwing each other; you and your 
father fucking. I'll admit I'm shocked, but no--I'm not angry or 
upset."

"Gee," Glynn breathed in awe, "just think of me and dad on top of you 
two, our legs touching while we fuck you, maybe changing over and going 
from hot, wet pussy to hot, wet pussy, taking turns in them with our 
pricks. Man, oh man!"

"In a little while," Lorena promised. "I have to go down and get dad a 
bottle now. He needs to pump up his courage some."

"Bring one back for me," her mother said. "Oh my--I'll have to take a 
bath and get myself ready, fix my hair. Do give me some time, Lorena."

Laughing, Lorena said, "Don't worry; I have some plans for dad, first."

She dropped off one bottle of bourbon, giving it to her brother, and 
carried the other to her own bedroom. She didn't need anything to 
drink, because she was already high with anticipation. Just the thought 
of them all getting together in that most intimate of ways turned her 
on, and she pictured her dad putting his huge prick to her mother, 
while she took her brother's rod in her own eager snatch, watching it 
all happen.

"Here's the booze, dad. Forgot the glasses, so you can be a bottle 
baby."

He was naked on the bed, and his beautiful rod was halfway up; she 
could see he had been thinking about it, that he also was making mental 
images about his wife and son, about himself and his daughter. "How did 
your mom take your explanation, baby?"

"Just fine; Glynn even stopped shaking."

"That kid has a lot of guts," he said. "Sneaking into his mother's bed 
and easing the cock to her while she was smashed. Anything could have 
happened--she could have screamed and fought him, yelled for me, 
anything."

"What happened was that she enjoyed her fucking and wanted more. It was 
a gamble, sure, but it paid off handsomely for everyone." Lorena slid 
out of her clothes, wiggled her hips and stepped from her panties; she 
wasn't wearing a bra. Since she had been fucking her daddy and brother, 
her nipples were always ready to turn stiff at the slightest touch, and 
made a bra uncomfortable.

"I'd like to try you another style," she said, "something I haven't 
done before. Can you sort of lie back and spread your legs so I can 
climb on, facing away from you?"

"Anything you want," he told her, "everything you want, baby."

She first kneeled to kiss the swollen head of his erect cock, marveling 
as ever at the size of the thing. Her tongue licks soon made the entire 
organ throb, caused the veins along the shaft to distend. She opened 
her lips and moved her face down, nipping the length of it, then sucked 
in one of his balls, rolling the hairy sack between her teeth and 
lapping it. Paying the same attention to the other testicle, she had 
him wiggling and breathing hard.

"Now you're ready," she said, and pivoted to swing one knee upon each 
side of his body. Poised above him, she reached down for the hot, round 
meat and tilted it toward her, thinking that the head would feel 
different in her pussy, pointed this way.

Carefully, she moved the pulsing, velvety glans into the hotly avid 
lips of her pussy, scraping it tenderly through the thatching of her 
dampened pubic hair. Her cunt wet itself immediately, the labia 
softening and swelling, the interior tissues lubricating their depths 
with love oils.

The blunt, rubbery tip pressed upward as he brought a bit of her weight 
slowly down, and her cunt lips spread yearningly to take it in. 
Straining a little, she forced the knob into her pussy, shaking with 
pleasure at the feel of it entering her throbbing cavity. It was huge, 
gigantic, but it gave around the edges, and when her father made an 
upward hunch with his belly, the head slid greasily in and the shaft 
began to follow.

Slick and sturdy, the big pole worked up into her tightly holding 
snatch, caressing her clit as it passed, the ridge along its underside 
inflaming her seat of passion with each passing inch. Lorena slid 
joyously upon it, dropping her spread ass down and down until she was 
seated upon her father's pelvis, until the full and majestic length of 
his massive prick was seated to the hilt within her vagina.

She fingered his balls, played with them while she rocked in rapture 
back and forth, as she slowly rotated her ass and made the rigid meat 
pole move deliciously inside her grasping cunt. It felt glorious there, 
and she thought that she was madly in love with her daddy's prick.

"Baby," he said, stroking her ass from behind, "you're so hot and 
juicy, even though you're tight as hell and it seems as if I'm reaching 
all the way up into your belly."

Lorena hiked her ass and slid it down again, reveling in the magic 
sensation of his soapy cock, knowing little, sharp thrills as it 
pressed her vibrant clit. Taking her time, loving every sensuous moment 
and trying to prolong them, she squirmed upon his buried rod. He sat up 
to put his arms around her, to feel her tits and kiss the back of her 
neck.

Her father's tongue groped hotly into her ear and she jerked insanely, 
wiggled wildly upon his prick as his hands felt down and around to come 
to rest upon her upper mound. Gasping, she felt a finger work into the 
little hood that guarded her clitoris, felt it dig gently deep to take 
a place beside his cock.

"Oh no!" she sighed. "Oh--not that, too! I--I--ooohh!!"

He was fingering her clit, masturbating her at the same time his huge 
prick was lifting and falling in the grip of her feverish pussy. She 
hunched against him, caught in his arms and tried weakly to pull them 
away, but he was far too strong.

"Fine, hot pussy," he said into her ear. "Wonderful little girl pussy, 
with my cock up it, with my finger in it. How's that, baby--you love 
your daddy, love your daddy's big prick?"

"Yes, oh yes!" she hissed. "But I can't--oh! Ah! C- coming, I'm 
coming!"

Wave after hot wave of her climax smashed throughout her cunt, and when 
he fired his own sizzling load, Lorena thought she was going to faint 
as the spatter of rich, bubbling come washed her pussy. But she hung 
on, impaled by his prick and shivering.



Chapter 14


Glynn swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough. The stuff burned 
and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or something to jack up 
his nerve. No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy 
about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the 
upcoming action.

He and his old man, fucking mom and Lorena; Father and son, screwing 
mother and daughter--it was so farout that Glynn's mouth went dry and 
his heart beat faster at the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn't 
jealous because Glynn had put the meat to mom's cunt, that he was made 
horny by the sight. Well, he was no hornier than Glynn, thinking about 
watching his father's shaft work all greasy and huge, in the hairy 
gripping of his mom's pussy.

And Lorena, she had to be turned on by it all, sexy as she was 
normally. Then what about his mother? She was going along with all this 
willingly, even now getting herself all sweet smelling and clean to 
make herself presentable to her husband. They hadn't screwed in several 
months, Glynn remembered, and should be eager as he had been, getting 
his first piece of ass from his sister.

The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there was a white 
towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly, 
her long, lovely legs flashed sleek and smooth as she walked to the 
dressing table and sat down before the mirror. When she raised her arms 
to brush her flowing black hair, her tits stood out with long, dark 
nipples.

"You're very beautiful," he said, coming over to stand behind her. 
Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, he felt funny, since they 
were both naked, except for that towel across her lap and hiding her 
alluring pussy from view.

"You're beautiful, too," she said, smiling. "I feel like a school girl 
getting ready for her first big date, or like a bride on her wedding 
night. Except I'm lucky enough to have two grooms."

The whiskey burned in his belly, and he didn't seem as uptight now, 
watching her and hearing her husky voice classify him right in there 
with his father. "How are we going to go about it, mom?"

The brush hissed in her perfumed hair, and her tits jiggled with a 
softly beguiling resilience. "I really don't know, lover. There's no 
protocol for this sort of thing, is there? Tell me, Glynn, what would 
you like to do?"

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing so close 
that he could smell the flowery odors of her hair. "Well, Lorena said 
dad was turned on by seeing you and me screwing like we were when she 
opened the door. I thought I could be with you first, after they come 
in. I mean, I'd like to put my cock to my mom's lovely pussy in front 
of them, let them see how much we love each other, and how well we fuck 
together."

She finished with her hair and began to apply makeup, brushing dark 
stuff on her eyelashes. "That ought to make your father's big thing 
stand out. But didn't you say that you wanted to screw me right after 
he did, so you could feel his semen all hot and slidy in my cunt?"

Glynn shivered and ran one finger tenderly along his mother's bare 
shoulder, feeling the impossible smoothness of her unflawed skin, her 
radiant warmth. "Yeah, I do. So I won't fuck you all the way. I just 
want him to watch you lift your legs and wrap me between them while 
your gorgeous ass wiggles back and forth and my prick slips back and 
forth in you. I want my daddy to see that I can fuck you just as good 
as he can, even if he has got a bigger cock. He can see how you love my 
prick, how you grind on it and listen to you moan. Maybe you can tell 
him how it feels inside your cunt."

Her smile widened, and her eyes met his in the mirror. "That's a sexy 
idea, describing the sensations of my son's hard young cock to my 
husband. It should run him right up the wall."

"He can put it to Lorena, if he wants to," Glynn went on. "But not 
until he comes. That ought to go in you, mom. When I see that he's 
coming, then I'll come over and wait to get my prick back in you while 
you're still hot and squirming."

She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a wonderful way to start 
the evening, and besides, I'm just as anxious to see your father 
squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter's small box. Your 
sister must really love prick, to take so much of it"

"Oh, she does," he said. "She's very much like you, mom."

She stood up and tuned around. "They might be awhile yet. Do you think 
it would spoil anything if we did some screwing right now? Would you 
have plenty left for later?"

Glynn swallowed, staring at the proximity of her mounded tits, at the 
nipples aimed like twin blunt spears at his face. "Sure; I can go all 
night, with you."

"Then come over here," she said. "There's something I always wanted to 
do, and this is just the right time for it. Because your father's prick 
is so big, and because he was always kind of standoffish about any sort 
of deviation, I never even tried it with him. But now I'd like you to 
put it up me from the back, lover. You have a nice, slim cock that 
should fit all right."

She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her body flat 
against the sheet, mashing her tits down. Her lustrous ass poked up, 
and her thighs were pushed apart. Glynn stared and whispered hoarsely, 
"You mean to fuck you in the ass?"

"Exactly, darling. If you play with my pussy, you can get your fingers 
slippery, and rub them over your sweet cock for some extra lubrication. 
Then shove it into my ass very gently, very slowly."

Heart pounding, Glynn got up behind her and fumbled into the hairy, 
damp nest of her cunt, running his fingers up and down the soft labia. 
Working two fingers into the hot gash, he probed with them until they 
felt slimy, then brought them out to rub over the head of his excited 
prick and down its hard shaft.

Carefully then, he steered the shiny head into the tiny ring surrounded 
by wiry black hairs, pressed its greased tip to the little puckered 
hole between the wonderfully molded cheeks. He pushed it cautiously, 
and felt the ring give slightly as a ripple of bliss moved through his 
taut body.

The anus stretched some more at his pressure, and he held to his shaft, 
urging it into that heretofore untouched hole so he could fuck his 
adorable mother where she had never been fucked before. She hiked her 
ass back at him, rolled it gently, and helped the aching head of his 
cock penetrate. It inched inside the small ring, pushed slowly into the 
amazingly elastic tube, and he looked down to see the head vanishing 
inside her body.

She was very hot and tight inside, tighter than Jean's little pussy, 
narrower than his sister's cunt. Softness clung to his rod as it moved 
inside, gripped his cock from the tip of the head down to the heavy 
root with a totally different feeling than her pussy had given to it.

Glynn panted and shoved it on home; his balls swung against the crisp, 
curly hairs of his mother's pussy from behind, and his hands stroked 
over her back, her cheeks, down around to feel the satin planes of her 
belly and the upper reaches of her humid cunt. Pulling back slowly, he 
felt her wiggle on his rod.

"Oh darling boy! You've got it all the way in, all the way up my ass. I 
love it, love it--so strange--stuffing me full, making me so hot--oh, 
put your hand on my pussy, dear. Right there--yes, yes!"

He stroked her as she humped her snatch against his hand, fed his oily 
shaft in and out of the narrow hot tubing, knowing he couldn't keep 
this up for long, feeling the good sensations already threatening to 
leap up from his balls.

She gasped: "Glynn--Glynn!" and he knew it was all right to let it go, 
that she was coming quickly, too. He fed the meat to her tight well 
with stronger thrusts, burying the head deep within her body, raking 
his fingernails over her pussy, her belly, feeling her mound jump and 
vibrate against his palm as she reached climax.

The head of his prick flexed, trembled, and a heavy gout of semen spat 
from it, a torrent of come that washed her tube and bathed his shaft 
with the fiery liquid. They shuddered together, panting and moaning, 
until the hurricane of their emotions subsided and his balls stopped 
leaping upward.

He had fucked his mom in the ass; he had taken that cherry, been the 
first in there, and she had gone freakish over the screwing. There 
would be plenty more like it, he thought, and got the wild idea of 
maybe putting it to her from the back while his old man stuck it to her 
in front. That way, she would really be filled with pricks.

She eased forward, and his slippery cock worked out of the tight hold 
her ass had on it. There was only a little seepage of white stuff to 
hang like little pearls upon her pussy hair. Glynn sat back, catching 
his breath and holding his greasy rod.

"That--that was fantastic," his mother breathed. "It was all I hoped it 
would be, and more. Now I've had you in all ways, lover--pussy and 
mouth and ass."

Awkwardly, he climbed down off the bed and went to the bottle of liquor 
to drink sparingly from its neck and make a face. "I hope they give us 
a few minutes more."

She came to her feet and went into the bathroom to tidy up. Never, he 
thought, would there be another woman like her. If he should get 
married some day, his wife had better be at least half the good fucking 
his mother was. His sister was a great lay, too, so that meant any girl 
he married would have to be extra special in that department.

Putting the bourbon bottle down, he touched his cock and thought that 
his future wife would just have to move in with the family and become a 
part of it. His father would enjoy getting some fresh cunt from her, 
and with three chicks--four, if Jean Marks was still around--he and the 
old man could really have a ball. He could see himself, bringing home 
his bride and telling his dad, okay--you can fuck her now.

He sat down on the bed again, hearing water run in the bathroom sink 
where his mother was cleaning herself up. Lorena would probably get 
married some day, too. Maybe quicker than he would, since she was 
older. She'd have to clue in her husband about the family before hand, 
though. Boy, he thought--the whole bunch of them ready to fuck at a 
minute's notice; husbands and wives and blood relatives. He wished now 
that he had a couple of other sisters, younger ones that he and his 
father could teach to screw.

His mother came back into the room, high color in her cheeks, wearing 
the towel around her hips again. He said, "You think I ought to put 
anything on?"

She shook her head. "I'm just a little embarrassed at your father 
seeing me naked with our son. I'll get over it before long."

"I used to worry about you seeing me with a hard on," he said. "I'd 
hide it best I could, but whenever I got to thinking too much about 
you, about the remote possibility of getting into your elegant pussy, 
I'd have to run upstairs. I sure jacked off a lot of times."

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a water glass. "Pour me 
some nerve, lover? What a waste that was, you masturbating and me being 
so lonely. All that time, we could have been fucking. But we'll make up 
for the missed chances, darling. We have years and years stretching out 
ahead of us. Will you still want to screw your mother when she's a 
white-haired little old lady?"

He splashed whiskey into the glass. "You bet; I was just thinking about 
bringing my wife home--the girl I'll marry some day, and setting her up 
for dad to lay. I'll never get tired of your pussy, mom. I love you too 
much."

"You're a fine boy," she said. "A nice guy and a wonderful lover, but I 
promise not to be jealous over the other girls that get to feel your 
lovely, hard prick. I'll just remember that I taught you much of what 
you know sexually, and your sister showed you the rest--or is that 
twisted around? I'm a little nervous, dear."

He came over and stroked her hair. "Don't be, mom. It's going to be 
terrific for all of us, I'm sure. Suppose you lie back and let me play 
with you while we wait for them? When dad and sis come in, we'll be 
ready to start fucking."

She stretched out on the bed, the hotly sensual look on her face now, 
her lips red and damp. "Take off this damned towel, please. And I hear 
them coming down the hall."



Chapter 15


Holding her father by the hand, Lorena reached for the doorknob. It had 
taken three drinks to help convince him that he ought to come in naked, 
and he was high now. But at least he wasn't wearing that floppy old 
robe, and she was freshly scrubbed, proud that her mom was at last 
going to see her in her mature nudity.

"Mom," she said, leading him inside, "Glynn--oh." She saw them on the 
bed, lying belly to belly, caressing.

Glynn said quickly, in a voice that was considerably higher than usual, 
"We--ah, thought we could start first. But we waited until you got 
here. H-hi, dad."

Her father said, "Hello, son--Arlene."

Her mother said, dark-eyed and looking utterly beautiful, "I don't know 
what to say, Eric. Our son and I decided we could better show you how 
we feel, but Glynn only wants to--to do it to me for a little while. He 
would rather you and I--well, screwed until we came, the first time. 
Glynn has a thing about needing to put his thing in where yours just 
left, so he can feel your semen."

Lorena shivered; this was farout and provocative, a demonstration where 
her brother put his stiff young meat to her mother's willing pussy, but 
not until he climaxed. He'd save that so he could blend his ejaculation 
with his father's. Ow wow, she thought, and squeezed her daddy's hand.

Gruffly, Eric Johansen said, "Go ahead, boy."

"Let's go to the bed and stand close," Lorena suggested. "I don't want 
to miss any of this, and I'm sure you don't."

They watched Glynn kiss his mother as she rolled over onto her back and 
spread her legs, lifting one polished knee. The towel she had been 
wearing slipped away, and they could see the burnished black curlings 
of her shapely mound, the pink lips hiding beneath the abundant crisp 
hairs.

Arlene took her son by the cock, rubbing her fingers up and down its 
stiff length and massaging the gleaming head. Glynn dropped his face to 
take one of his mother's large nipples into his mouth. His eyes were 
closed, but hers were not; she stared up at her husband, and her voice 
was low, vibrant and husky: "He has such a hard young prick, Eric, and 
he's so eager with it, so strong."

Lorena saw her brother's hand slide between the glossy thighs, saw the 
fingers probe delicately into the rich hairy nest and find the 
welcoming labia, to slip inside while the woman rolled her hips 
suggestively. Lorena's breath caught in her throat, and she felt 
blindly beside her until her hand encountered her father's thick penis. 
Holding onto it for balance, she stared entranced at the two on the 
bed.

Now her mom was tugging Glynn over on top of her, gripping the boy's 
shaft tightly, and as he took his position between her thighs, rubbed 
the head up and down along her dewy cunt lips. Lorena tore her eyes 
away to steal a glance at her dad, and saw that he was watching raptly.

"Look at it poking her cunt," he breathed. "She's shaking all over, 
she's so anxious to get it inside her."

Lorena said, "Partly because you're here, dad. She's showing you how 
passionate she really is."

And her brother shoved his prong deeply into the moving crotch, 
penetrating the black bush and sliding home into the gulping lips. The 
long, round staff went in easily, burying itself to the root, and her 
brother's balls swung to rest in the uplifted cleft of the shapely ass. 
He hung there motionless for a long moment, then began to pump, and 
Lorena could see his cock gleaming with the juices it had picked up 
inside.

"It feels so good," Arlene murmured. "It's moving around in me, inside 
my pussy, Eric. Another prick in my pussy, not yours. And I love it, 
love it. See how I'm fucking him, Eric--watch how I raise my legs and 
wrap them around him, so I can pull his lovely cock as deep as 
possible. You always liked my long legs around you, Eric."

And Glynn gasped, "N-not too much, mom. I can't take it; you're burning 
up inside, and your cunt is like wet fire."

Moving like a robot, jerkily and uncoordinated, Lorena tagged at her 
father's hand to lead him around the other side of the swaying bed. She 
pushed him down upon it, and he didn't take his eyes off his wife as 
she fucked.

Then Glynn struggled with his mother's legs, and pulled them from 
around him. Another lurch, and he twisted his prick out of her 
suctioning vagina. "Y-your turn, dad," he said.

Lorena helped her brother slide across the bed, pulled him over to give 
the others the room they needed. Moving like a stunned giant, her 
father crawled over and set himself between his wife's sleek legs.

"Damn it, Arlene--I missed you, missed fucking you. Now your great cunt 
is all warmed up for me."

"Hurry, darling," Arlene said. "Oh please hurry and fuck me. Put that 
magnificent cock in me where it belongs and screw me until I pass out."

Lorena kept tugging at her brother until she got him in place, side by 
side with her. Eagerly, she caught at his sudsy prick and guided it 
into her snatch, hooking one leg over him to hold him in place. 
Together, they stared at their parents, while his rigid pole eased into 
her body, slid strongly and firmly up inside her hungry pussy.

She saw her dad set the swollen head of his massive cock into her 
mother's waiting cunt lips, saw the hunch the other woman gave to 
assist the knob make its way. They were practiced, and the big shaft 
slid inside with hardly a struggle, vanishing from sight as her hairs 
curled around its root.

"Uhh!" her daddy grunted, beginning to work his joint in and out of the 
clinging pussy, and its veined length shone with oils that Glynn had 
stirred up. Powerfully, he fed it into his wife, slamming the heavy, 
thick meat deep and pulling out almost to the head before returning it 
to its hotly pulling nest.

"Look, look," Lorena said, settling her own cunt around her brother's 
cock. "Aren't they beautiful together?"

He answered, "Yeah, but so are we. Mom keeps looking over at us."

"She isn't slowing down any, though," Lorena said, watching the rapid 
churning movements of the thick shaft in the squirming cunt. The lips 
of it pulled in powerfully, and the heavy cock slammed home, creating a 
sloshing noise, making her mother wiggle her ass and hump her crotch.

Every close detail was exposed, and Lorena could even see the little 
bubbles of juice that were softly beading on her father's prick and 
being carried out to wet the wrinkled, hairy sack of his balls. The 
rhythm was fascinating to her, the intimate sight thrilling, and she 
moved her own body in response to her brother's slow stroking. She 
realized that Glynn was holding off, that his prime objective was to 
keep himself for the big ejaculation into the blazing pussy that was 
now being used so well and so sensuously by their horny father.

They fucked so wonderfully, she thought, moving in a beat of pure 
sexual hunger, the man cramming his mighty pole deep and solidly, the 
woman meeting his every thrust with a series of gyrations that milked 
down upon the head of his distended cock.

"Eric, Eric!" Arlene gasped. "Oh, what a marvelous cock, and I love the 
way you feed it to me. "Oh--oh, you're filling my cunt, packing me with 
your beautiful meat--ahh, darling, fuck me, fuck me and never, never 
stop!"

Lorena's eyes clung to them, and she heard her father grunt out, "You 
beautiful bitch, you hot cunted, prick hungry bitch--here, here--"

He was about to come; she felt it, saw the rising orgasm in the 
trembling of the balls that swung steadily into the feathered valley of 
her mother's heaving ass. Stilling the movements of her own snatch, she 
dug her nails into her brother's back and hissed, "Glynn--he's going to 
hit. He's about to let it go into mom's pussy--that thick, heavy stream 
of semen will--is--exploding from the head of his cock and squirting 
creamily inside her vagina. There, there! See how his balls are jumping 
upward!"

Her brother's prick was motionless in her box, hard and pulsing, but 
holding back its own torrent of come, saving it for the supreme moment 
when he could act out his sexual fantasy, when he could climb between 
his mother's fabulous thighs immediately after his father left them.

Lorena was happy she could share the enchantment of the moment, that 
she was a vital part of it all, happier yet that her sweet brother 
could at last gratify the hot dream he had for so long held silent 
within himself. Now he could let it all hang out; in a few seconds, he 
could glut himself upon the hot, wet treasure of his mother's 
previously forbidden cunt, sliding his own cock deftly into the 
trembling, slippery hole that his father's big shaft had just been 
pulled from.

"C-coming, coming!" her mother screamed softly. "Oh, Eric--I feel your 
hot juice in me, and I'm coming with you!"

The woman flailed her long, satiny legs and crushed the man into her 
mounded tits, her ass grinding around and around as she sought to 
absorb all his embedded meat, as she tried to suck every drop of 
spurting semen from the flexing head.

"Now!" Lorena said sharply, and snapped her brother's cock from the 
confines of her pussy with an adept twisting movement. "Now, Glynn--get 
over there and fuck her while his stuff is still boiling in her, while 
its fresh and hot."

She rolled over and tugged at her father's big shoulders, pulling him 
back. "Daddy--get off mom and let Glynn to her. Come on, daddy--you can 
soak your prick in me, but Glynn has to fuck her right away!"

Her father's huge prick backed wetly out of the hairy cunt lips, 
plopped outside and dragged a trail of glistening white come after it. 
The head was still leaking juice, Lorena saw, and she tugged harder at 
the man. He came to her on his knees, his chest pumping up and down, 
still in the ecstatic throes of his climax.

Glynn leaped off the bed and ran around to the other side, where his 
mother lay limply, her head rolled to one side and her eyes closed. 
There were pearly drops of semen on the crisp hairs of her bushy cunt, 
and they gleamed up at the boy as he crawled onto the bed, his own 
stiff cock in hand. Lorena stared at him while he hurried between the 
relaxed legs, and thought she could see a wisp of humid steam rising 
from the inflamed lips of her mother's well fucked pussy.

Her brother didn't waste a second; grasping his mom's thighs, he set 
the head of his long, slim prick into the greasy lips and shoved hard. 
His cock disappeared into the hairy mound, sliding immediately into the 
cunt he craved above all others. It went deep, pushed in frantically, 
until his balls were squeezed flat against the black fur of her crack.

"Mom, mom! It's stuck in your pussy all the way. Oh wow--in there all 
sloppy and hot; you're all greasy and buttery inside, full of my 
daddy's come. Oohh--ahh--sweet mother, hot mother--and I'm a real 
mother fucker!"

Lorena pulled at her father, wriggled until she got both legs spread 
with him in the middle. Grabbing his rigid, lubricated cock, she drew 
it to the entrance of her own burning cunt and urged the big, dripping 
head inside. Shoving, lifting, she pulled the great knob into her 
aching snatch, and with a strong surge of thighs and pelvis, seated the 
thick shaft firmly within herself.

"There," she said. "It's in my pussy just like Glynn's cock is in mom's 
pussy. Oh, he's fucking her, screwing her with all he has, sloshing his 
young prick around inside her cunt and going crazy with how wonderful 
it feels."

"Yeah," her daddy said. "I just pumped her full of semen, and the boy 
is pounding his rod in there, fucking his mother, fucking my wife, and 
doing one hell of a job at it."

His shaft moved gently inside Lorena's slot, and she rolled her crotch 
to settle it against the cup of her womb, where the big head nestled 
lovingly. She kept her eyes on her brother, seeing the entrancing 
motion of his long rod slipping wetly in and out of the quivering lips 
of their mother's hairy mound.

"So juicy in here, all satin and velvet, but wet and slidy," Glynn 
said, and his mother began to stir, to hike her downy belly in response 
to his hungry, twisting thrusts.

"G-Glynn, my son," she murmured, putting her arms around the small of 
his back, pulling him tightly to her arching body as he shoved the meat 
home, releasing him so he could draw back for another stroke. "My 
darling boy--love you, love you so much--"

And Glynn muttered, "I'm fucking her, dad--fucking the pussy you just 
screwed, sliding my cock in here where you just let go, where you shot 
off inside mother's cunt. It's terrific, blistering, creamy--roll your 
ass for me, mom. Ride my prick the same way you ride dad's prick!"

Lorena felt her father's cock twitch deep within her slot. She felt him 
begin to angle his body slightly, and rotated her ass to caress the 
buried prong when he shifted his weight to the right. He felt out and 
took one of his wife's hands, and Lorena saw her mother clench tightly 
upon her father's fingers while her brother worked constantly at his 
lascivious fucking.

"Arlene," her father murmured. "Darling--fuck the boy well; give him 
all the love of your educated pussy, darling; make it eat his young 
cock."

Her mother's face turned, and the eyes were shining hotly, the red 
mouth was dewy-lipped, and the tongue darted its tip along white teeth. 
"Eric, my husband, my lover--oohh! Ahh, its so good to have my son's 
prick in me. Oh sweet man, sweet boy--kiss me, Eric. Kiss me and run 
your tongue in my mouth while our son runs his cock in my pussy!"

Her father leaned over and fastened his mouth to his wife's lips, and 
Lorena knew that his thick tongue was sliding inside. They were all 
joined then, she thought dizzily--her father had his prick crammed into 
his daughter's cunt; her mother's oily pussy was wrapped around her 
son's cock, and mom and dad's mouths were together, making the circle 
of hotly loving flesh complete.

She ground her cunt upon her daddy's rod, grating her pelvis over his 
hairy one, her eyes going out of focus in rapture. She could hear the 
rhythm of her brother's fucking, the slosh-slosh of his dick moving in 
the pussy he worshipped. She heard her mother moan, her father panting, 
and she listened to the drumbeating of her own heart.

A ripple of utter joy passed through her body, and she moved faster 
upon her daddy's embedded shaft, knowing the thrill of its root 
pressing upon her fevered clitoris. It was all so wild, and she reveled 
in the intensity of the moment, blending body and mind into a single 
blazing pinpoint of rapture.

"Mom--oh, mom! I'm coming--coming into your beautiful pussy, shooting 
my juice in there and mixing it with dad's!" Her brother's voice seemed 
far away.

"Come, darling," her mother crooned. "Flow that sweet liquid into your 
mother's cunt."

Shivering, bucking insanely and suddenly against the base of her 
daddy's prick, Lorena came with them, her mind spinning out into a 
warm, soft blackness.



Chapter 16


There was sweetness in his sister's cunt, and Glynn licked it slowly, 
savoring the honey there. He was replete, but not sated, and thought he 
would never be; there were far too many erotic things yet to do, so 
many farout combinations to try, and he meant to go through them all, 
one by one, if his body held out.

Glad that he was young and horny, he continued to tease Lorena's still 
pussy with his tongue, until her body began to stir. She'd passed out, 
just about the time he was letting his load go into their mother's 
snatch. He loved both glorious cunts, he thought. They were both 
beautiful, hot and particularly sexy because everybody said he wasn't 
supposed to fuck them, or to even think about fucking them, much less 
eat them.

Everybody said that, except the people who really counted, his father 
and mother and sister. Wow--it was great to have his dad put those big 
hands on his ass and help him shove down deep into mom's snatch, and it 
was great to see his dad's huge shaft working into Lorena's young slit. 
There was no better fucking anywhere, and when they were all doing it 
together, sharing their bodies, it made the screwing impossibly better.

"Ummm," Lorena murmured, opening her eyes and putting her hands down to 
rest upon his head. "I--I must have fainted or something. I had dad's 
prick in me, and you were coming in mom, and--it was just too much."

"It's okay," he said. "I thought this would be the best way to wake you 
up, and to show you that I love you, too."

"I know you love me, Glynn," she whispered. "And now mom and dad are 
back together, aren't they?"

"The plan worked," he said, licking up over her damp belly to her 
firmly nippled breasts. His cock pressed against her belly, half-soft 
but feeling wonderful. "They can't let go of each other, and we had a 
lot to do with it. Now we'll all live together, but even better than 
before, because I can fuck mom and dad can screw you, and we can do it 
right out in the open."

She kissed him when his mouth got near enough. "Isn't it wonderful, and 
to think none of it might ever have happened, if I hadn't caught you 
jacking off that night."

He said, "Can I leave you for a few minutes? Look over there, and 
you'll see dad going down on mom. He's eating her for the first time, 
all the way, because his hang-ups are gone, and so are any she might 
have had. I want to get in on it."

"Go ahead," his sister answered. "I'll be okay in a little while; I 
just feel kind of floaty and warm now, and I'll watch until I get all 
turned on again."

His mother's head was on one pillow, her ass upon another. Her knees 
were bent and flung wide, and his father's pale blonde head was buried 
between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands gripping the perfect 
cheeks of her ass. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked around 
the bed and came to stand close to her face.

Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when he took his 
hardening prick in one hand and touched the head of it to her cheek. 
She brought out one hand and cupped his balls when he rubbed the glans 
over her forehead and down into one ear.

"Yes, lover," she whispered hotly. "Oh, yes--so I can have both my 
wonderful men at the same time."

So Glynn moved the shiny knob of his prick to her lips, where she 
kissed it, rubbing the red velvet of them over its tip before she 
licked at the drop of fluid that gathered in the slit. While his father 
nuzzled hungrily into her pussy, Glynn inserted the end of his cock 
into his mom's mouth and pushed it on inside. Her teeth scraped 
tingling along the head, along the shaft, and he felt the curve of her 
tongue curl lovingly up and around.

Dipping his fingers into the luxurious depths of her shiny black hair, 
he gave her his prick, moving his ass slightly as the head bumped the 
back of her throat. She sucked delightfully upon it, her cheeks dipping 
in and out as she siphoned upon his meat, as she used tongue and teeth 
and the hot wetness to thrill him.

Now that the terrific fucking was over, and he had screwed his mom's 
pussy while it was still throbbing and flooded with his father's semen, 
Glynn thought he might be able to go all night, sampling all the 
experiences the four of them might devise.

Looking over at his sister, he smiled, and Lorena nodded approval. He 
saw her hand cuddle her pussy, saw one finger slip inside and knew she 
was stroking her vibrant clitoris.

His mother groaned around his cock, and he glanced down to see her 
crotch surging up and down against his father's face. She was coming 
again, riding dad's suctioning mouth and coming hard, but she didn't 
let go of his own prick. She continued to chew upon it, to lick 
searingly over its swollen head.

But her eyelids were fluttering and her tits were heaving, jiggling as 
she crested upon the tidal wave of her orgasm, so Glynn backed it out 
of her mouth and allowed her head to roll back. There was plenty of 
time for everything, and he wanted to stick his cock everywhere it 
would possibly go.

Dad and mom were melting together, his father's prick soft and his 
mother murmuring drowsily, so Glynn walked back around the king-sized 
bed and looked down at his sister. "You know," he said, "we haven't 
made it sixty-nine yet. That ought to be a lot of fun."

"I'm for it," Lorena said.

He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she started to lick at 
his toes, he did the same to hers. The tickling sensation was almost 
too much to bear, but he held fairly still for it, working his tongue 
up over her ankles and along the shins. His sister tasted of exotic 
flowers, of fresh young skin and a trembling excitement.

She nipped the calf of his leg, her sharp teeth playful in his flesh, 
and he licked over her kneecaps, sliding ever backward the way she was 
doing as they worked into position where they could eat each other 
simultaneously. He had eaten pussy and been sucked off, but he hadn't 
done it at the same time.

At her thighs now, he rolled his cheek into the honeyblonde hair of her 
crotch and felt the marvelous warmth of her torrid snatch, the fondling 
of her cunt hair upon his skin. Turning his head, he looked down into 
the pussy itself and saw how the lips were parted slightly in the 
center, how the golden fur outlined them. Using his fingers, he gently 
pried them apart and peered deeply into the pink tissues, into the 
membranes that could feel so fantastic when they gripped his prick.

He bent his head and touched his tongue into them, shoved it deep into 
their wet slippery depths, and felt his sister's tongue in turn, as she 
rolled it over the head of his down-hanging cock. Glynn sucked her 
pussy, tongued to find the clit and tease it, nipped the labia and 
stirred far up into the shuddering vagina. All the while, she was 
sucking upon his cock-head, using all the hot workings of her mouth to 
bring him to orgasm.

It was beautiful this way, and he reveled in the heaving of Lorena's 
cunt as she thrust up violently, when she came on his mouth. A 
heartbeat later, he released his own diminished load of semen, pouring 
it down her throat, and that was beautiful, too.

A bell clanged insistently, harshly, and Glynn struggled away from his 
sister's entwining body to fumble for the bedside phone. He mumbled 
something into the mouthpiece and listened, his eyes running over the 
quiet forms on the bed--his naked mother, his nude father, his bare-
assed sister.

"It's Jean Marks," he said to them. "Says she's been thinking about us 
and can't stand it any longer."

His mother stirred sleepily. "Tell her to come on over. In this family, 
there's always room for one more."


The End
