    Title: Vacation Bonding
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Sam and Marge marry and join their families together,
     and the summer vacation causes some fun bonding between the sexes.
    Keywords: Mmmmmm/Fff, orgy, impreg

I ran my hand through my eighteen year-old step-daughter's Rachel curly black hair, as her head bobbed up and down the shaft of my thick cock. She was grunting, as my oldest son, nineteen year-old Carl was sliding his meat in and out of her well fucked cunt. The room was filled with the sounds, and smells, of sex. I looked to my right, and saw my wife of five years, thirty-eight year-old Marge, sitting on the couch, with the cock of my youngest son, sixteen year-old Matthew, in her mouth, as my second son, eighteen year-old George was between her thighs, licking her quim.

And on the floor behind Carl, I could see around each side of him, a sideways profile of my twin seventeen-year-old boys, Jeff and Joe. Jeff with the ankles of seventeen year-old Amber in his hands, as he drilled her cunt, and Joe who was feeding her hot and hungry mouth his thick tool. I just smiled, and closed my eyes. We were in the process of trying to impregnate the girls once more. Each has had one child since that week we went to the cabin for a family vacation three years ago in July of 1997. I chuckled, actually, as each female had their respective child within ten months of that week. Marge had little Greg, in late April, 1998.

I smiled to myself, remembering when she came to me a month after the vacation, saying she was pregnant. And a few days later, it was Rachel who informed us she was pregnant, as she gave birth to little Jessica a week after her mom did. And finally, Amber, who popped out twins in early May, Julie and Roy, just two weeks after her sister. We didn't think about the boys getting all three pregnant. Hell, I had a vasectomy years ago before the boys mother died.

But now, with all three babies reaching two, the women decided it would be nice to each have another. Not that we ever stopped practicing. Hell, we've been screwing the girls ever since that week. And sometimes, the boys would even bring some friends home to sample the female flesh that they've grown so accustomed to. Of course, since the births of the babies, and up to three weeks ago, the girls were all on the pill.

Ah, but about that week. It was an innocent enough trip to begin with. We had been married for two years, and to celebrate our anniversary, we decided to take the kids on a vacation. Since the boys and I love to fish, and the girls love to swim and lay in the sun, we decided to head to northern Michigan and rent a secluded cabin on a small lake. The boys and I had been going there for years. The cabin was rented for fishing groups mainly, as it was all open, no interior walls. I wasn't too sure about this, hell of a way to celebrate your anniversary, but oh well. And the bathroom, it was an outhouse, which the girls weren't too keen on. But Marge, she decided it could be fun, and help bond the family together. How prophetic.

It started out innocent enough. Although there was some embarrassment at first. The cabin held a kitchen area with a picnic table, and fireplace at one end, at the other end was a door. Another picnic table in the middle, with a wood burning stove, and on both sides, three sets of bunk beds along each wall.

We arrived late Friday night, and entering, the first question Amber asked, was where the television was. Rachel asked where the bathroom was. Neither liked the answers their mother gave them. I did tell the boys that the girls were not use to being around boys, so all changing of clothes was to be done under covers. I had George and Carl rig up a curtain, so the females could change clothes in private.

I knew my boys, all approaching manhood, and all wanting a peak of the girls flesh. Amber, the youngest, at the time was fourteen. Like her sister and mother, she had coal black hair, long and in curls. She was five-four, barely weighing in at one hundred pounds, with small, budding breasts, about the size of tangerines. She was thin all over, and had a flat tummy and small, round ass that the boys always loved to stare at. She had just started wearing tight fitting clothes, showing off her seductive curves.

Her sister Rachel was a year older, and a year more mature. A good twenty pounds heavier, which showed in her curves, and her more mature breasts, each about the size of a cantaloupe, and like her younger sister, firm and round. She was more talkative than her younger sister, and more mouthy as well. She also knew how to tease my boys. She loved showing off skin, and I more than once in the previous two years saw tents grow in the pants of my older two boys.

Their mother was a knock out still, at the age of thirty-five. Same height as her youngest daughter, she was a more mature forty pounds heavier, with a large set of hooters, 40d cup to be exact. Her butt and hips were wide, but not fat, and a very thin waist. So she definitely looked top-heavy. Unlike her daughters, her hair was straight and long, hanging down to her waist.

My five boys were all big boys. Not fat, just big. Carl, the oldest, stood six-one at sixteen, and was over two-hundred pounds. He is well-muscled, as is the next boy George, who is just three inches shorter and twenty pounds lighter. Both boys play on the football team as linebackers.

My twin boys, Jeff and Joe, are completely identical, five-six, one-sixty, with stocky builds. Both are rather outgoing, more so than their older brothers, and both play football as well.

The baby is Matthew. An inch shorter than the twins, and almost as heavy. He works out with the oldest boy, idolizes him a lot, actually. All my boys have a dark complexion, just like me, the Mediterranean blood in us showing out, with the dark hair. The girls, even though they’ve black hair, are fairly light skinned. As for me, I'm Sam, and at the time this all happened, I was forty years-old, stood at six-foot even, and tipped the scales at two-forty. Being a former college football player, and working construction, I was still in great shape.

So, we were all settled in for the night, the five boys on one side, and Marge and the girls and I on the other. The girls had the upper bunks, Marge and I had two lower ones, our heads towards each other. Not a good way to celebrate our anniversary. Did I mention that already?

Saturday morning I woke first, got the boys up, and had them put the boats in the water. We pulled a bass boat, and the place had a rowboat that came with the rental. We also brought an extra motor, so we were all set. After the boats were in the water, and poles were put in their place, we went in to find Marge had breakfast about ready, with two grouchy teen girls helping her out. I had to get on the twins a few times, as they would make snide remarks towards them, constantly picking on them.

We then went out on the lake and fished until late afternoon, before returning to the dock. Found all three females laying on the dock, the teenage girls wearing thong bikinis, and Marge a nice one-piece. Jeff and Joe, who were in the boat I was in, both audibly exhaled when they saw the girls, and I just smiled, shaking my head when Marge looked my way. And as we tied up the boats, Amber had to show off, by standing up, and diving into the cold lake water. She swam back to the pier, and climbed out. Yeah, the water is cold, and it showed. Her nipples pushed out against the thin fabric of her top, jutting out a good half-inch.

I knew the boys were enjoying the great show she just put on, hell, I did! Marge gave me a sly smile. Oh man, this is going to be a long week. After a very nice dinner, of which the boys cleaned and cooked the days catch, we had caught a bunch of pan fish, enough for tonight’s dinner, we had a campfire. That’s when the transformation began. No television and no radio, so, they all had to communicate. That's something they had problems doing before. All seven kids always showed complete disdain for the other half-sibling. Now, this second evening, they were actually being civil. Maybe it was lack of things to do. Maybe it was the guys making dinner, and cleaning up afterwards. Hell, I don't know what it was, but they actually were having a good time. Still, heck of a way to celebrate your anniversary. I really wanted it, really bad! And so did Marge, as she told me later as we kissed good night.

As a matter of fact, it was common knowledge among the kids that we very much enjoyed the sexual nature of our relationship. All our children would ridicule our escapades, telling us we need to take a cold shower, or that we make too much noise.

Sunday morning, I noticed a remarkable difference in the attitude in Rachel and Amber. Both sounded happy, as they helped their mother make breakfast. Us guys took off for morning fishing. It was a hot day already, and the fish weren't biting, so by noon, we headed back to the cabin. The three females were laying in the sun, enjoying the suns rays. The boys and I, after stowing away our gear, went and got our suits on, and returned to the dock, and jumped in. Us four guys started playing water football, and were interrupted by Marge, who asked "Hey Sam, can the girls play?"

I looked over, both girls were standing up, ready to join in. My boys didn't say a word, as I turned to them seeing the shocked look in their eyes. I turned back, "Sure, they can play." They smiled, and jumped in, wading to us. I said "Okay, Matt, Jeff, Rachel and I against the rest of you. We'll kick off."

So, the game started. And what a game. Amber surprised the guys by being very able at catching a football, and stiff-arming her step-brother Jeff in the face. And the surprised look on the face of George when Rachel tackled him. I'm sure it was because where she grabbed him, in the crotch. By the time the game was over, when Marge had seen enough, the kids were getting a bit handy on where they tackled the opposite sex. Both girls had their tops pulled down at least once under water. And I know they did the same to the boys swimming trunks. Funny as hell, when one time Matt surfaced after being tackled by Rachel, and his trunks were down to his knees, his young, hairy manhood visible to all. Poor boy was embarrassed beyond belief, as Rachel turned and had a big shit eating grin on her face.

So we all got out of the lake, no idea who won, nor anyone cared. And the kids were all sitting together, talking away. Marge and I saw five sets of lustful eyes covering the girls bodies like blankets. And the girls, they were doing the same, as they talked, they would touch one boys arm, or another boys thigh. And I, watching all this, was getting one hell of a stiffy. Marge laughed when I said I had to cool off, as I jumped into the cold lake water.

After getting out, I headed up to the cabin, telling Marge I was getting us each a beer. She said okay, as I trudged along. Returning after getting a beer, and draining my lizard in the outhouse, I was shocked by what I saw. On the dock, were both girls, laying on their belly's, tops undone, as George and Jeff rubbed suntan oil into Rachel’s back, and Carl and Joe rubbing it into Amber's back and shoulders. I looked at Marge, and she just shrugged, as she took her beer from my hand.

I watched intently, until the boys were done. Damn, need another dip in the lake. And so did the boys, as they followed their dad. I heard some mumbling from George, and turned and asked "What did you say?"

Carl chuckled, and turned to see how far we were from the dock. In a low voice, he said "George wants to rub some lotion onto some other parts of the girls." His other three brothers broke out laughing, as I gave him a stern look of disgust. Truthfully wishing I could rub some in as well, though.

We eventually played more water football, the girls joining in as well. More antics than our earlier game, as I was even pulled down for a tackle by Amber, her hands grabbing my big balls through my trunks. I turned to look at her afterwards, and she just smiled.

Later, we all were sitting on the dock, enjoying the peacefulness of our little cove on the lake, when Amber asked her mom ""Can I get a complete tan?"

The boys mouths all grinned with lust, and I shot them a look of anger, but my jaw dropped, when Marge said "Sure, but only your top half." I was in a state of shock, as both girls sat up, reached behind them, and unhooked their skimpy bikini tops. And once those snuggle pups were bare for all to see, I was probably drooling just as much as my boys. I was about to turn and say something to Marge, when the look of complete shock on the face of Matthew caught my eye. But he wasn't looking at either girl, he was looking towards my side, where Marge was sitting.

I turned and there was Marge, the top half of her one piece rolled down to her waist, her big, full boobies in plain view. She looked at me, and winked, and I just smiled and shook my head in disbelief. It wasn't long before I noticed that the boys were sneaking more glimpses of their step-mom's bigger breasts, than of their step-sisters. I chuckled, finally realizing what she was doing. She knew the girls were teasing the boys, she was just showing them that she could steal the show.

I smiled, saying very audibly, "You know, you should put some lotion on those, before they burn."

Smiling, she said "Hmm, you're right." Then she looked at the boys, asking "Would any of you boys like to put some lotion on my chest?"

Talk about hilarious. First they looked at me, and I just shrugged. Then, it was a mad dash, all five stumbling over themselves, and falling over the two teen girls, to get the bottle of lotion to apply to my wife's breasts. Matt and George were the first two, and I watched as they each nervously poured some in their hand, and gently applied it to Marge's heaving chest. She giggled, saying "You know boys, don't just coat them, you really need to rub it in."

Matt groaned, I was sure he just came in his trunks. The other three boys were standing back, as Marge said to them, "You boys can apply a second coat. Just to make sure your brothers didn't miss a spot."

My gaze was broken by movement, and I looked to see Amber, facing me, and saying "Sam, can you put some on me?" She had another bottle up, showing it to me. I smiled, and took her hand, pulling her onto the lounge chair, so she straddled it, facing me. Acting like nothing unusual was going on, I poured some out, and started working it onto her small breasts. Her nipples said hello, popping out their half-inch, as I worked her breasts with the lotion. I was soon done, and she leaned forward, giving me a kiss on my cheek, saying "Thanks."

She got up, and turned around, giving me a great view of her thong covered ass. Although covered would be an over statement. As the fabric, once it went down the crack of her ass, it sort of disappeared between her very nice ass cheeks.

Rachel came over, saying "My turn." I just sighed. I had a boner that would have beat all previous boners. Looking over, the twins were now taking their turn, rubbing lotion into Marge's boobies. They were glistening with the wetness, as I felt Rachel get on my chair. I was surprised to see her sitting there, facing away. Looking over, the boys were in awe, as she said "Do my back first, then my front."

I heard two of the boys moan. Chuckling, I though, yeah, two more spent boys. I started on her back, then reached around and did her front. I had a devilish thought, as my hands went to her hips, I started rubbing the lotion towards her barely covered crotch. She amazed me, when she spread her thighs, letting me access between them. The little shit was rubbing her butt against my crotch, as I worked all around her pubic mound, before moving back to her flat, tan belly. She sighed, a sigh of wanting, as I said "All done."

I pushed her up, and she stood on her own, turned around and bent over, her tits doing a great gravity test, as she too gave me a quick kiss of thanks. Whew, I was horny as hell. Looked at my watch, and saw it was almost five, and said "Okay boys, go get dinner ready." There was grumbling, as I said in a harsh voice, "Move it, now!"

They scrambled to their feet, and off for the cabin. The girls jumped in the lake to cool off, and to swim. I said softly to my wife sitting next to me, "You're crazy!"

She giggled, "You seemed not to mind."

I smiled, and asked as she sipped her beer, "You know, getting six horny males all aroused isn't a good idea."

"Oh Sam, it's all in fun."

"Yeah, and I got a fucking hard on that won't go away."

She sighed, "It ain't easy for me either, you know. I've been horny as hell since we got here!"

I smiled, "Really?"

"Yes, must be because I'm surrounded by all this testosterone." She giggled.

We were silent, watching the girls swim, when I heard the outhouse door slam, the second time in the last few moments. I chuckled, and she asked "What's so funny?"

I answered her, "Hear the outhouse door? I think it's being used for relief." A few minutes later, it banged again, and she burst out laughing.

"Well, at least they're staying out of trouble." she said.

"Yeah, and they'll develop stronger wrist muscles, too."

We both laughed, and enjoyed the moment together, until forty minutes later, Carl yelled out that dinner was ready. The girls were out of the water by then, laying on their backs, their breasts standing out proud on their chest. Shit, looked like I need to visit the outhouse as well.

Dinner was good, the boys made spaghetti. And the conversation was interesting. The boys were getting a bit risqué, and a few times I did more than just glare at them. I slapped George up the back of the head once for commenting on Amber's breasts looking like small tennis balls.

And the girls were just as bad, both were making comments about the boys getting off while rubbing Marge's breasts. The sexual tension in the air was great, and it even got better, when Amber said "You know, we were topless, but you boys are too chicken to go without your shorts."

Carl snickered, saying "You want us to go around nude?"

Rachel said "I'll tell you what, you guys cook in the nude, and we'll clean up after the meals in the nude."

George said "You're on."

Followed by Jeff saying "Hey, wait a minute, we'll be cooking all the meals."

I looked at Marge, and started to say something, but she motioned me to remain silent. She, however, said "Sounds good to me, that way I don't have to get up and make breakfast."

She smiled at me, and I asked "When this start."

"Tomorrow, we'll see how it works out in the morning."

Without even looking a the boys, I said to them "Rule number one, NO TOUCHING!"

I was surprised, as Rachel blurted out "Damn!", making her mother glare at her, as I saw my boys smirking.

"And rule number two," I added, "No sexual comments."

Some mumbling, as they finished dinner. The evening was another campfire, as I noticed the clouds coming in. We all had a good time, toasting marshmallows and such. By the time we all went to bed, I wasn't sure what to expect in the morning.

I was woken by my wife, who reached over and gently shook my shoulder. She was on the next bunk, her head by mine, and when I opened my eyes, she pointed towards the kitchen area. I just smiled, seeing my oldest two, George and Carl, bare ass naked, getting the kitchen ready for breakfast. Jeff and Joe were setting the table, and Matt was bent over looking into the fridge, eventually pulling out the eggs. I heard giggling from above, obviously the girls were awake, and enjoying the show. My Marge asked "You going to join them?"

I whispered back, "Hell no, this is their idea." She looked at me angrily, and I sighed, "Oh very well." I opened my sleeping bag, and stepped out. Pulled off my shirt, and dropped my underwear, and tossed them on the bed, saying to the boys, as I approached, "It's cooled off, why haven't one of you lit the fires in the fireplace and wood stove?" They looked at me, standing there bare ass naked as they, and all I got were a few um's. "Very well, I'll do it myself." I said.

It had cooled down during the night, and I heard a light rain hitting the roof. I pulled on my boots, and went outside, grabbed some wood, and kindling, and came back in. I spied Amber and Rachel staring at me, rather at my hanging johnson, as I went to the stove between the bunks, and got busy making a fire. That took ten minutes, and I moved on towards the fireplace. Carl was turning sausage, and George getting bread ready for toast, as I soon had a good fire going in the fireplace.

It wasn't long before we were ready for breakfast. And I just smiled, as the boys decided to sit and eat naked. I started to say something, but just shrugged, taking a seat across from my wife, as the others sat down as well. It was quiet, spooky quiet, as we ate. I could sense the boys were nervous, and the girls were as well, knowing they were to fulfill their end of the bargain after we were done eating.

And, when they were done, I said "Okay, time for the girls to clean up."

Carl added "Time for the girls to get ready to clean up." I shot him a look of disapproval, as the other four boys giggled. Both girls stood, Amber to her mothers left, and Rachel to her right, and took their sweatshirts off, revealing their firm, young breasts. Then in unison, sliding their thumbs in the waistbands of their sweat pants, and pushing them down, along with their panties, revealing their shaved, cute pussies. Once down, they looked at their mother, as did I. Marge sighed, and stood, and stripped down like her daughters. I heard Joe stammer out something, as my wife’s, neatly trimmed bush came into view. Marge looked at me, and smiled, as the three of them went around and cleared the table of the dish's. The look of hunger on the boys, as they leaned over their shoulders to pick up the plates and utensils.

All six of us males sat there, as we watched them wash, rinse and clean the dish's. And when Rachel came over to wipe the table, her hanging full double-c's giving us a great view of a gravity test, she looked into my youngest boys eyes, saying "Anything else I need to wipe?"

I said "That's enough Rachel." She just smirked, as Matt cleared the lump in his throat. "Okay boys, let's get to fishing." I stood, my semi-erect cock swaying in front of me, "And I do believe we need to get some clothes on for that."

Marge came over, and we hugged, my cock twitching. She kissed my cheek, saying "We need to go into town, I have a list of things to get that the boys can cook. Anything you want me to get?"

"No, not really," then I thought for a second, thinking , oh, what the hell. I turned to the kids, asking "You all want some beer to drink?" I was speaking to the kids, and my oldest two, who I knew enjoyed sneaking a brew out of the fridge from time to time, just grinned widely.

So, we all got dressed, the boys and I getting ready for all day fishing, and the girls going into town, a thirty minute ride. We had a good time fishing, and the boys were chatting away in the boats, talking about the girls and their bodies. I was sure that the girls and Marge were doing the same.

By four, we were done fishing, if you want to all it that, and headed back to the cabin. We did okay, barely enough for a dinner. Upon reaching the dock, I could see the girls weren't back yet, so after taking a pee, I had the boys clean the fish, and I went inside. The fires were out, so I quickly got them both going, and in thirty minutes, I had the inside temp in the upper seventies.

The rain had finally let up, as the boys came in and started getting ready to make dinner. I had them wait, as the girls weren't back yet. At five-thirty, they pulled in, and I had the twins help them unload what they bought. I was curious, when they came in carrying in not only groceries and beer, but a couple of shopping bags from a clothing store. Marge kissed me hello, and said "Are the boys going to get dinner ready?"

I laughed, saying "Okay boys, drop 'em!"

I peeled off my clothes, as did the boys, and we went to start making dinner. I wasn't paying attention to the women, and as I was slicing some potatoes, I heard Joe stammer out softly, "Holy shit." And the other boys gasped. I turned, and about fainted. All three, Marge, Rachel and Amber, were dressed in some rather nice lingerie. All three wore teddies, and all see-through, and all white. They just smiled, and took seats around the table.

I saw George slicing some fillets, and watching the girls, as I said "Um, you boys better watch what you're doing." Not to mention my wife. What she up too? I said "Hey babe, want to help me get some wood?"

Rachel smirked, "I think she is already."

The others laughed, as I looked down, my meat was filling with blood, as were the boys, I might add. I just blushed, went over and took Marge's hand, and went outside, a s the others stared after us. Once outside, she giggled, and I asked "Okay Honey, what's up?"

"Well, after this morning and yesterday, I decided my girls should learn more about sex." She smiled, and kissed my lips.

I was breathless, "And so you want the boys to take care of it?" She nodded her head yes, I just sighed heavily. "Honey, that's five on two?"

She smiled, kissed my lips, saying "Six on three, actually." I smiled, not believing this, "Which girls cherry you want?"

"What? Hell, I don't know. And how you going to start this all going anyway? Have the three of you on a separate table, and line the boys up?"

She furrowed her brow, "You think that'll work?"

"Well, yeah, it might, but I only suggested it."

She grabbed my meat, saying "Play it by ear, after a few beers each, I'm sure mother nature will take control." She locked her lips on mine, and then opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside, before I had a chance to say anything else. Once back inside, I went to the kitchen area, the boys hurrying about, frying fish and potatoes, and setting the table. They looked at me with puzzled faces, and I just grinned, saying "You boys all want a beer." Their smiles affirmed it, as I went to the fridge, and pulled out the cold ones, saying to Amber "Why don't you pass these around." She came over and took four, and took them around, as I pulled out five more, set them on the table, and put some of the beer that Marge picked up into the fridge to get cooled off.

I heard beer's being opened, and looked up. My oldest two were each taking a big gulp. Joe was doing it tentively, while Matt and Jeff took a long sniff, made funny faces each, then took a small sip. Marge saw them, saying "Don't worry boys, once you get past the smell and taste, you got it licked."

I chuckled, as I picked up my beer, and opened it, adding as I went towards the stove to check on their cooking "Words to live by boys, don't forget it." Marge, Carl and George chuckled at the comment, knowing the meaning. I knew my older two boys were not virgins. Caught them both with their pants down the last few years, literally. Carl with that little cheerleader in the backseat of my car while it was in the garage, and George I walked in on one Monday morning last spring with a cute redhead when they both should have been in school.

The other three were lost. And I had a funny feeling they would be taken care of eventually tonight. After much bantering between the sex's, we finally had dinner. After dinner, and after clean-up, we were all sitting at the table by the fireplace. Since it was now raining again, Marge pulled out a deck of cards, and we began to play Uno. The boys and I never bothered getting dressed, and the girls eventually tossed their teddies. All six of us guys were in advance states of arousal, as we played the card game.

Two hours later, we all had at least two more rounds of beer, and talk is getting slurred. I was sure hoping Marge knew what she was doing. She was on the other side of the table from me, with Matt on her left, and Jeff on her right. Rachel was next to Joe. George was at the end to my right, Carl to my left. Amber was sitting next to me, on my right, and on the other side of her was Joe.

Finally, I said "Hey, I got to get that stove stoked up again, it's getting a bit cool in here." I stood and turned and walked towards it, as Marge said to Amber "Go help Sam, Amber. He might need a hand."

I heard Amber get up behind me, and her light steps, as I went to the stove, opened the door, and crouched down. She did too, right next to me, and asked "So, how you get it going again."

I grabbed some kindling, saying "Well, you start small, and work to big." I put the kindling in, as she reached down, and grabbed my meat. Oh shit! I heard some things said at the table, but dared not look back, as I grabbed some larger pieces, as the kindling caught, placing the big pieces inside, and adding more, all the while, Amber was tugging on my now very tiff cock. I closed the door, and said "That’s how you get a fire going!" I locked my lips on hers, my hand going to her perky left breast, squeezing it roughly, as our tongues searched and wrestled. My other hand fell to her pubic mound, and I felt her heat. I heard a couple of grunts behind me, sounded like Matt and Joe, I just chuckled, knowing they just lost their loads somewhere.

I pushed Amber back to the lower bunk behind her, lifted her legs, and proceeded to lick her quim. She cried out softly, as I worked my tongue through the folds of her female flesh. Her aroma was intoxicating, and was quite tasty, as I flicked my tongue over her clit, making her gasp. Oh yeah, this was going to be enjoyable. Our anniversary was looking up.

My cock was about to explode, and then remembering what Marge said, I was now going to get to take Amber's cherry. It didn't take much longer for my expert tongue to get Amber off, however, as she clutched my hair with her hands, and stiffened, moaning loudly. I got up, and pushed her knees to her small titties, and lined up my meat. She had a sort of scared look on her face, but I reassured her, by leaning forward, and kissing her face, as I rubbed my cockhead at her opening. She moaned, as I entered her slowly, sinking two inches of my nine inch tool into her snatch, stretching her cunt open. She gasped, as I sank another inch, hitting her hymen. As I grabbed her titties, I just plunged forward, making her cry out loudly, at the sudden sharp pain of being de-flowered.

I relaxed, not moving, letting her get use to it, asking her "You okay?" She nodded her head yes, as she looked down to where we were joined. I pulled out, seeing a thin coating of her virginal blood on my cock, just as I heard Rachel's muffled cry as well. Turning, I saw she was on the table behind us, on her back, Carl at her head, his sausage stuffing her mouth, and George shoving his meat into her first fucked cunt. And at the table by the fireplace, Marge was sitting on Jeff’s lap, facing away from him, rising and falling on his meat, as she was alternating sucking on Joe and Matt's cock.

It was all too much, as I blew my load, sending a torrent of cum into the tight, hot young cunt of Amber. I was out of breath, and she looked up at me, a look of puzzlement on her face, as I said "Sorry, it was all too much."

She giggled, saying "That's okay, it felt great. Can you do it again?"

I laughed, and slowly started to fuck her, happily seeing I hadn't lost my erection. I heard Carl, who was facing us as Rachel sucked his meat, "Go Dad, fuck her hard!"

I just laughed, and started doing that, as I picked up the pace. Soon, her titties were bouncing all over the place, as I felt her body stiffen once more, and she made guttural cries of joy. I was amazed, as I hadn't cum yet, but wanting too desperately, as she came again once more. I heard George moan, and another muffled orgasmic cry from Rachel, followed by Carl saying "All right, now my turn to fill her up."

I laughed, turned and saw Carl and George help her up and turn her around, she smiling broadly, as she now was on her belly, engulfing George's cum coated cock, as Carl speared her cunt with his meat, making her gasp loudly. And looking at the other table, Marge was now on top of Joe, riding his tool, as he laid on his back on the table, as his twin brother and Matt watched on, each playing with a hanging breast of Marge. Oh yeah, what a sight, my two oldest boys drilling Rachel, her youthful tits swaying underneath her, as Carl now plowed her cunt, and George fed her his still very stiff cock, and my wife riding one twin, while the other two were fondling her large breasts.

I felt a rush of cum, and with one final lunge that brought off Amber, I filled her cunt once again. I pulled out, and pulled her into my arms, and carried her to the table next to her sister, saying "Hey Matt, you ready?"

He turned, and smiled, got up and came over, as I lowered Amber onto her back, dislodged my cock from her cunt, and stepped back, as she squealed with delight as my youngest boy was quickly between her thighs, her legs wrapping about his midsection, as he started pounding away. I knew it wouldn't take him long, and I was right, as he grunted, filling her tight cunt with his load.

George reached over, slapping his younger brother on the back, saying "Beats using your fist, huh."

Matt turned beat red, as I said "Oh George, don't embarrass the boy, he needs to keep it hard."

"Come on, Matt, eat my pussy like your daddy did!" Stammered Amber.

Matt looked up at me, with a worrisome look on his young face, I laughed, saying "Go ahead boy, do as she says."

He sat on the bench, draping her legs over her shoulders, as I sat next to him, as he lowered his face to her freshly fucked cunt, "Yeah, there." I pointed to her tiny pink clit, "Run your tongue around and over that, just keep flicking it with your tongue, she'll like that." His tongue hit her clit, and she moaned, "See, she likes it, now insert a few fingers in her tight cunt, and wiggle them gently, yeah, like that, now keep working her clit with your tongue."

Carl laughed "This is better than any sex ed class."

I heard Marge shout out "Ohhhh Shiitttttt!", and looked over, seeing her hips rising and falling on Joe's cock, and him thrusting wildly up into her hot box, before grunting loudly and stiffening, as Marge cried out in her own orgasm, slamming her cunt hard down on the young boy. After she regained her senses, she crawled off of Joe, climbed off the table, her cunt dripping some of Joe's freshly deposited load, and Jeff's as well. She came over to me, and hugged me, as she watched Matt tongue her youngest. I heard Rachel cum once more, as Carl grunted, filing her with another load. I smiled, and stood, as I watched George move over to Amber's hanging head, and rub his cockhead over her lips. She opened her mouth, and he grabbed the sides of her head, slowly fucking her face.

Amber tensed up, her nipples taught, as she came, with George reaching down and gently pulling her stiff nipples. Carl pulled out of Rachel, and I stood, my meat hard again, ready for another go. I grabbed Rachel's legs, and rolled her over on her back, before swiftly impaling her tight cunt, making her gasp with the sudden fullness as she was filled. The cum of George and Carl was squished out, dripping onto the table, as I started shafting her pussy hard and slow, enjoying the rippling sensation her young cunt was doing to my tool. George now was being sucked on by his step-mom, as Matt now was drilling Amber's cunt, his second time to have her cunt.

I felt my cum boil, and soon I was grunting, filling Rachel's well fucked cunt with a load of my own. I pulled out, and sat down, just as Matt filled Amber. My spot was replaced by Joe, who's dangling meat slid in easily into Rachel's sloppy cunt. I was exhausted, as I got up and finished off my beer. Marge was getting it good now from George, who now had her on the edge of a bunk, fucking away. Carl was over feeding her his meat, as Matt exploded, filling Amber's cunt with his semen. He pulled out and was replaced by Jeff. The girls were cumming often, and we were surrounded by the sounds and smell of sex.

My cock was limp, tired for the time being, as I took a seat on a bunk, and watched. The boys, being young, had better turn around time, as for the next hour, they would get sucked by the girls, fuck them, go down on them, fuck some more, get sucked some more, and go down some more. I did manage to drill my wife's abused cunt once, and nail Amber one more time, before I crashed, with the others still going at it.

In the morning, I woke up, and it was still raining. Looked at my watch, it read nine. Shit! I got up, saying loudly, "Okay boys, get breakfast going!" I was rewarded with moans. Somehow, Carl and Jeff had Amber sandwiched between them on one bunk. On another, Joe had Rachel on top of him. My wife had Matt and George in bed with her. They all piled out, looking like shit. My wife stood and hugged me, her hair matted with cum, and dried cum covering her body. She said her and I would make breakfast, as she waddled to the kitchen, with me following. I heard giggling from the bunks, and soon the sounds of bedsprings, as they were all going at it once again.

As we made breakfast, George came over, grabbed the vegetable oil, and walked back. I suddenly realized what he need it for, and said "Hey!"

He replied "What?"

Marge said "It's okay, Sam. They did all our asses last night after you crashed." She smiled, and kissed me, before cracking open an egg, and started cooking. She said "You all got twenty minutes, then you'll have to stop and eat."

I heard a grunt, and turned around, to see Amber on top of George, as Matt was slipping his meat into her ass. And on the table by the fireplace, Rachel was sitting on Joe's lap, his meat in her poop shoot, while Carl was drilling her cunt, and she was sucking away on Joe's meat. Yeah, what a sight, as my cock sprang to life.

Marge looked down at my wood, saying "When we're done cooking, I want that in my cunt."

I about died. I smiled, as we finished cooking, as the kids happily screwed and sucked away. I had a feeling we weren't going fishing, rain or shine. Breakfast was a farce, as they barely stopped having sex. I had Marge sitting on my pole, as we fed each other, her rocking on my cock as we ate. After I came, she sat on the lap of George, as Carl ate, while Amber was sucking his schlong, and Rachel and Matt were imitating George and Marge, with Joe shoving his cock up her ass. And after breakfast, clean-up by the girls was interesting, as Amber washed, and Rachel dried, Jeff and I had their legs spread, and were fucking them from behind. Marge was on the table, getting all holes filled by Carl in her cunt, Matt in her ass, and George in her mouth, while she was stroking Joe's cock with her hand, he eagerly fondling her big left tit.

By the time it was lunch time, I had enjoyed the feeling of Amber's cunt twice more, Rachel's cunt and ass once each, and Marge's mouth and ass once each as well. After lunch, I took a nap, it was still raining, and Marge, who was exhausted as well, joined me, as we drifted off to sleep, to the sounds of the kids enjoying the flesh of each others bodies.

And then, dinner. We ate well, the boys grilling chicken, and baked potatoes, and the girls cleaned up. After dinner, we boys decided to pair off, two guys per girl. Rachel got George and Matt, Marge ended up with Joe and Carl, and Jeff and I got to do Amber. Jeff and I took turns with her. Eating her twat, then fucking her silly. She enjoyed it, as we got her off time after time. I finally called it a night about eleven, after making numerous deposits inside Amber's willing orifices.

I was dead to the world, as I crawled into my sleeping bag, and crashed. We all woke up late in the morning once again. And all three females were rather sore, not to mention a bit grubby. Seeing this, and hearing Amber threaten to cut off George's nuts if he came near her, I said that it was clean-up time. I soon had the wash tubs out, water heated up and put in, and the girls had their first chance to wash off the three days of sex, as the outside temp had dropped after the rain, and I was sure no one was wanting to jump in the lake. The boys helped wash the girls off, making the girls giggle as they were scrubbed squeaky clean.

Then, it was us guys turn, and after getting fresh hot water, we cleaned up ourselves. Marge decided today was a day of rest, so after lunch, us guys went fishing, letting the women lay about and rest up. It was Wednesday, and after having a fair day fishing, we cleaned a whole bunch and put them in the freezer so we could take them home at the end of the week. The girls were still dragging ass, so since it wasn't raining, we had a campfire again, and had a good time. No sex, but plenty of touching between the five boys and two girls, as Marge and I were snuggled together under a blanket in front of the fire.

Thursday morning, I was up early, and had the fires going, swore it was almost cold enough to fucking snow, as I froze my ass off when I headed to the outhouse for my morning dump. Returning to the cabin, I found the boys up, naked and making breakfast, as the girls stayed in their bags, watching with a smile.

I leaned down and kissed my wife, just her face visible out of her bag, and asked "Still a bit sore, huh?"

She smiled weakly, saying "Oh god yeah."

I looked up at Amber and Rachel, "How you two doing?"

"We're okay, my asshole is sorer than my pussy, though." Replied Rachel, making Amber giggle.

I chuckled as well, and went to the kitchen area, and saw that the guys were dragging a bit as well. I smiled, and George asked "What we doing today, dad?"

I grunted, "What we came here to do, son. Fucking fish!"

A faint smile came to his face, guess maybe my boys were dragging as well. We ate in silence, a bit of touching and talk, the boys gave the girls kisses whenever they could, and gently touched them at every opportunity. They were doing a great job of sucking up, I was proud of them.

We got ready to fish, and prepared lunch to take with us. Shoved off about nine, under a clear, sunny sky. The temperature was rising, making it a warmer day than I thought it would be. By noon, we were taking off our sweatshirts, and wishing we were all in shorts.

Fishing was fine, we made a good catch between the two boats, we landed a bunch of pan fish, and on way back trolling, Carl nailed a nice size walleye. Enough to clean and freeze for trip to our home freezer. Getting to the dock, no sign of the girls. I set the boys off to do their chores, as I went into the cabin, finding the girls lounging about, all topless, wearing nothing but panties.

Marge smiled, and got up and we hugged each other as I asked "You ladies feeling better?"

She smiled, and after kissing my chin, she said "Much better, maybe tomorrow we can celebrate a great week as a family."

Yeah, what a way to celebrate a anniversary. I just smiled, and slapped her panty covered ass, saying "Well, if you girls don't want the boys to jump your bones, you all better get some clothes on."

Rachel stood, and stretched her arms above her head, her beautiful round knockers jutting out from her chest, "Gee Sam, maybe we could start tonight." She said with a sly smile on her face. Amber giggled, and I said "Well, if you girls twats can take it, we can enjoy some togetherness tonight."

A lot of giggling by the two young ladies, as Marge said "Looks like the boys will be having their way this evening." She smiled, as the girls went to the kitchen area, and started to get things ready for the boy's to make diner, not even bothering to get dressed.

The boys were soon inside, and were all smiles when they saw the three naked females. They made dinner, all seven kids doing the chore together. Marge and I sat back and watched, enjoying the show. The boys were taking liberties with the two teen girls bodies, coping a feel at every chance. And the girls were by no means innocent, as they would come up behind one boy or another and reach around and grab a stiff dick.

Dinner was a riot, as at two of the tables, it was a female between two males. Amber was between Joe and me, while Marge was between Carl and George, and Rachel was at the other table, getting mauled while she ate between Jeff and Matt.

After the meal, and after the three females cleaned up, it was a free-for-all. I remembered starting to eat Amber's sweet pussy, as she was swallowing Jeff's meat. I had no idea who was doing who at the moment. And really, after that moment, it was all pretty much a blur. I do remember at one point filling Rachel's ass while she rode her step-brother George. And I think I was in Marge's ass as well. Hell, it could have been Amber. We were drinking plenty of beer, so we were all rather lubricated, in more ways than one.

By midnight the girls decided they would take turns sleeping, two sleep, one fuck toy. I just chuckled, as I climbed into a bunk, and crashed, as I watched Amber taking it in all three holes, and a cock in each hand, as Marge and Rachel went on to bed. I would wake up three times during the night, only to find a different female on a bunk or table, getting fucked by one or two of the boys. And naturally, I would join in, offering to put my cock in a warm female orifice.

Friday, I woke to find Marge on the table, her legs up around George's waist, as he was pumping her wildly. I got up, and bent down to kiss her cum covered lips, before making my way to the outhouse. The whole day, it was sex, and not just in the cabin. Matt and Carl took Amber onto the dock, and sitting facing each other, their strong male legs interlocked, as they had Amber between them, she bouncing up and down on their rigid dongs, as they pawed her tits and nibbled on her naked flesh. And although the pace was slower than the previous night, whenever there was a hard cock, the girls were more than ready to take it somewhere, and more than likely, it was their overused cunt.

Saturday morning finally came, and we all cleaned up in the lake, before packing up. As we were getting ready, my youngest, Matt asked loudly, if we could continue this at home, and I looked at Marge, who just smiled, and said "You better believe it!"

There were cheers from all, anticipating the hot, new lifestyle we were now going to continue once we were home. And that we did. The two teen girls would sleep with a different boy each night, but would be available for all during the evening, once homework and chores were complete. Marge was always available for any of the boys, but she always slept with me. I would do her daughters from time to time, when the mood hit, or if they just happed to be walking by stark naked, which was often. And the weekends proved interesting. More than one time some friends of the boys would show up, and one Saturday night, Marge took on twelve of George and Carl's classmates, while the rest of us watched. Of course, it was pretty wild six months after that week, with all three women knocked up, belly's bulging, and breasts getting bigger. We all had sex with the girls up to the delivery day for each.

Now, we're at it again, time for a breeding, as I hear the boys empty their loads in the girls fertile cunts. Yeah, life is good.

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