Family Sex Night Ch 01
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)


Story Intro:

	Daddy was joined in bed by his two teenage daughters, Jane and Linda.

	Linda was eighteen, a college coed who had come home for the monthly meeting of incestuous sex her family indulged in.

	Linda was lushly nubile, with heavy breasts, rounded buttocks, and a voluptuously curved physique. Her flesh was pink and shining.

	Jane was much younger, in her early teens.

	She had pert, pear-shaped breasts with tiny pink nipples. She was long-legged, with a ripely rounded rear.

	Daddy lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, as the girls climbed into bed on either side of him. He was as naked as they were.

	The girls pressed against him, their soft hands fondling his flesh, their soft lips pressing against him.

	Sweet Jane crawled under the covers. Linda fed her stiff nipple into her father's kissing sucking mouth. Daddy squirmed with desire.

	Jane squealed happily as she took hold of his hard cock and guided it into her mouth.

	Downstairs in the kitchen, buxom, big-bosomed Mom was fondling the stiff cock of her naked teenage son.

	The weekend of family sex was on at full blast!

	
CHAPTER ONE

	Miss Rachel Blaine kept Jane Preston after school.

	It was a wintry Wednesday afternoon, cold and blustery, but warm inside the school. Jane sat at the rear of the classroom, at a desk in the back row.

	Jane was a vision of teen loveliness. She was in her early teens, with a round juvenile face and a wickedly nubile young body.

	All the boys in school tried to date her, but Jane saved her favors for lovers that the kids in school could never even dream of.

	Jane sat with her hands folded primly on the desk. Its worn wooden top was scarred and carved with the graffiti of a generation of students.

	Jane's chestnut brown hair, darkly rich, was gathered and pulled back in a cute ponytail which fell down her back like a horse's tail.

	Her fresh lovely face needed no cosmetics. Make-up could not improve the innocent allure of her natural beauty. She was fresh-faced, wide-eyed, pert, charming, seemingly innocent. But appearances can be deceiving, however.

	Miss Rachel Blaine fancied that she knew Jane's real nature, her true nature, better than anyone else, for a number of reasons.

	But the usually astute Miss Blaine was wrong in this assumption.

	There were sides and secrets to young Jane of which Miss Blaine was as unaware as any of the youngsters who shared classes with Jane and dreamed vainly of having her in their arms or their beds.

	None of the kids in school had ever made love to Jane but Miss Rachel Blaine had.

	Rachel Blaine was in her early twenties, and wasa recent graduate of a local teacher's college. She had done her student teaching at this high school, and was subsequently hired fulltime as an English teacher.

	Rachel was tall, lean, high-bosomed, long-legged. Because she taught seven classes a day, classes filled with ultra-horny boys and envious girls, Rachel dressed in a prim and proper fashion which minimized her allure.

	Her dark blonde hair was braided and coiled in a tight prim bun at the top of her head, accenting the good bones of her sharply featured face.

	She wore glasses over her deep-set hazel eyes, which glittered with bright intelligence. She was dressed in a blazer jacket, blouse, skirt, shoes.

	The blouse was plain, almost severe. The business-like blazer jacket covered her full firm breasts. She wore her tweed jacket like armor.

	Her skirt, made of sensible gray tweed, reached from her trim waistline to a point below her knees. She wore flat-soled loafers. She also wore pink French Cut bikini panties.

	But the clothes could not disguise her lithe figure. She had long legs, trim hips, and a rounded rump whose buttocks pressed against the tweed skirt. 

	Her long legs were sheathed in stay up thigh high hose. Her calves were sleek and shapely.

	Rachel stepped out of the door of her English class, which had been empty of all but herself and Jane. The hall was equally deserted. The school day was over, the last bell had rung, and the students had wasted no time in getting outside.

	There were still some students and teachers scattered in the building, but they would be down by the gym, not here on the third floor.	Rachel looked up and down the empty halls, seeing and hearing no one.

	She stepped back into the room and closed the door. Being a teacher, she possessed the key which would lock and unlock the door. The door was rigged so that it must be locked with a key, thus preventing prankish students from locking everybody out of a classroom. Rachel used her teacher's key to lock the door from the inside of the room, sealing herself inside alone with Jane.

	The door was made of solid wood, so no passerby in the hall could look into the room. This had been done so that students might not be distracted when roaming pranksters peered through glass doors, making funny faces behind the teacher's back. The solid, locking door was most convenient for Rachel's purposes. Rachel pocketed the key and walked down the aisle between the desks. 

	Jane sat up in her seat. She was five and a half feet tall, with luscious breasts which looked oversized for her general slim build. She dressed properly. The pink collar of her blouse peaked out of the top of her fluffy white sweater. Her pleated skirt reached down to her knees.

	To complete her ensemble, she wore a pair of black boots which reached to her knees. In this cold winter weather, Jane needed to wear boots with her skirts.

	Rachel stood over Jane, who was seated at the desk. Rachel's arms were folded over her breasts, and she looked down at the girl. Rachel peered over the top of her glasses, which had slipped down to the middle of her nose. She took off the spectacles and laid them down on a desk.

	"Darling," she murmured, reaching for Jane.

	Sitting, Jane's head was level with Rachel's hips. Rachel put her hands on the back of Jane's neck, and pulled her face to her hips. Sighing happily, Jane pressed the side of her face against Rachel's tweed skirt. She reached up and rested her hands on Rachel's slender hips. Rachel patted the top of Jane's head, toyed with her ponytail, letting the thick strand of glossy hair fall through her fingers. Rachel's hands gently but firmly urged Jane to her feet.

	Jane stood up. She was a few inches shorter than the teacher. Rachel embraced Jane. The teen closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Rachel's soft lips pressed Jane's, her tongue probing Jane's mouth. It slipped inside, rubbing Jane's tongue, tasting the spicy warmth of Jane's mouth. The females pressed front to front. Rachel's hand dropped down to Jane's rear and rested on the curve of her ripe buttocks.

	After a moment's kissing, Rachel kneaded the buttocks through Jane's skirt.

	Jane pressed her front closer to Rachel's, so that their breasts nuzzled. Jane was blushing hotly when Rachel broke off the kiss. Rosy spots of warmth glowed in Rachel's cheeks. Her pliant lips were moist, parted. Rachel fussed with Jane, stroking her. She took hold of the hem of Jane's white sweater and pulled it up, lifting it off the girl.

	Jane held her arms over her head while Rachel wrestled off the sweater. "Why must you wear so many clothes, Jane?" she asked in good-humored fun.

	Rachel pulled off the sweater. Jane's heavy breasts thrust against the front of her blouse, straining at the seams. Jane's stiff nipples stood out like pebbles under the blouse. The outline of the bra she wore could be seen through the semi-transparent blouse.

	Jane wore the bra not for support, since her breasts, large as they were, were firm and high. She wore the bra for modesty's sake. When she didn't wear a bra, her tits bounced heavily. All the boys would stare and whistle and make rude remarks to her. 	They did that to Jane even when she wore a bra, but to a lesser degree.

	Rachel pulled Jane's blouse out of the top of the skirt and unbuttoned it. The rounded pink mounds of Jane's breasts were cupped by a plain white bra. Rachel opened the blouse. Jane unbuttoned the cuffs, then took off the blouse and laid it down on another desk.

	Rachel hugged her, so that their hips rubbed. She lowered her head down to Jane's chest and nuzzled the tops of the teen's lush breasts. Rachel reached behind Jane's back, undoing the back strap of the bra. She slid the straps down Jane's smooth pink shoulders.

	Jane's breasts spilled free from the bra when Rachel took it off. Jane's breasts were ripe and rounded, with stiff nipples which were shocking pink in color. The nipples were surrounded by neat round rosettes. 	"I have to see all of you...." Rachel opened the catch at the side of Jane's skirt. "I want you all naked, all for myself."

	Jane idly fingered Rachel's fair-haired bun while Rachel undressed her. "Why don't you take off your clothes too, Miss Blaine?" Even though they were lovers, it pleased and excited Jane to call Rachel by the formal name with which she was addressed by all students. It called attention to the difference between them that Rachel was a teacher, an adult, who had taken one of her young students for a lesbian lover.

	Rachel said, "I'll undress after I've stripped you, Jane." The skirt fell around Jane's booted ankles. Jane stepped out of it. Stretched across her womanly hips was a pair of pink satin bikini panties. The panties were taut across her flesh, so that the mound of her pussy was out-lined, and the folds of her pussy lips showed at the crotch.

	Rachel squeezed Jane's hips, then slipped her fingertips inside the panties and pulled them down, exposing Jane's pussy. Jane's pelvic mound was bare except for a small triangle of hair that partially covered a pair of delicious pussy lips, which formed an exquisite flower of flesh between Jane's legs. The pink satin panties fluttered down Jane's legs, falling at her booted ankles.

	Jane sat down on a desk, resting her naked buttocks on the cool wooden top. She pulled the panties off her feet and set them aside. She now was naked, except for her knee-high black leather boots. Those boots were more practical than fetishistic; they had rounded toes and flat heels. All the same, the black leather boots accented the allure of her shapely legs, and Jane's partial nudity thrilled Rachel.

	Rachel reached for Jane's breasts. Jane said, "Now you take off your clothes!"

	"Who's the teacher here?" Rachel demanded with mock sternness.

	"You are, Miss Blaine!"

	"That's right! I'm the teacher! Little girls like you should do what they're told! I'll get undressed when I'm good and ready!"

       Jane replied with mock innocence, "But if you stay dressed, Miss Blaine, then how can I ... ? " Jane leaned forward and whispered the rest into Rachel's ear.

	Jane's heavy bare breasts nuzzled Rachel. Her pink-lipped mouth was held close to Rachel's ear, tickling it with Jane's warm breath.

	Jane whispered some of the things she wanted to do to and for Rachel today. Rachel smiled, dizzy with lust, her hands shaking with eagerness. When Jane finished describing in graphic detail how she wanted to please the teacher who was her lover, she licked her tongue tip inside Rachel's ear.

	Rachel, squirming and stimulated, pushed Jane back to a sitting position on top of the desk. She cupped the girl's breasts. "I love these little darlings." Rachel felt and fondled them. "Well, not so little actually-quite the opposite, in fact." "But they are darling, Jane." Rachel planted soft kisses on both stiff nipples. Jane's pretty blushes only deepened.

	The breasts rested heavily in Rachel's palms, with excess bosom flesh oozing off the edges of her fondling hands. 	She squeezed the breasts, gently kneading them, pushing them together and plumping them up, spreading them, stroking their stiffly swollen nipples.

	Jane felt dreamy. Her dark brown eyes shone. She rested her hands on Rachel's shoulders, her upper body swaying in response to the caresses of the teacher.Rachel let one hand drift down from Jane's bosom. The caressing hand traced its course over Jane's flat tummy, across her lush pink hips, then down to rest sweetly on Jane's polished thighs.

       Jane sat with her knees pressed together, and her calves and feet dangling off the edge of the desk. Rachel pressed against those thighs. Jane opened them at the teacher's touch. Rachel fingered the furry bush, then readied for the pussy lips which were softer than satin.

	Jane bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into it as she stifled a moan of desire. Rachel's fingers ran teasingly over Jane's flesh. Still fondling Jane's pussy, Rachel lowered her head to Jane's bosom. She stuck out her long pink pointed tongue and licked the nipples.

	She wrapped her lips around a nipple, sucking it between them, than whipping the nipple with the tongue. Jane closed her eyes, the thick lashes fluttering as her nipples were sucked and nibbled. The fingers continued to roll over her pussy lips. Rachel pressed the tip of her middle finger against Jane's pussy lips, then pushed it in. The pussy lips were pulled back by the finger. Jane shivered when she was penetrated, her breasts bobbing. She was dripping wet inside, and the finger filled her, up to the knuckle.

	Jane was no virgin; this was known by Rachel, who was a bit jealous that some boy, some stranger, had stuck his big hard horny cock in her little lover's honey pot. But for all her child-like ways, Jane had a will of iron when it came to certain things. Rachel was careful not to make too many demands on her. The one thing Jane wouldn't stand for was to have her freedom curtailed by a jealous lover.

	Rachel had to take Jane on the girl's own terms. But the lesbian English teacher would happily have taken the teen temptress on any terms at all. Rachel finger-fucked Jane, slowly sliding her middle finger in and out of the teen's tight pussy, which squeezed and throbbed against the penetrating finger. The finger glimmered with wetness as it slid out of Jane. Rachel took the finger all the way out and raised it to her mouth and sucked it.

	Jane's juices tingled on her tongue, whetting her appetite for a taste from the source. Rachel's long legs flexed and folded at the knees. She knelt at Jane's feet, on the hardwood floor, with her eager face level with Jane's pussy. Smeared secretions shone on the pink pussy lips.

	Rachel reached up and wrapped her hands around Jane's bare hips. Jane moved closer to the edge of the desk, sliding her bottom across the wood.

	Rachel stood on her knees. She was hot, hot and sweating. Hastily she unbuttoned her blazer jacket, nearly tearing off its buttons in her impatience. Her breasts were high, firm, pert. They were more pear shaped and pert than Jane's, since the teenager's nubile breasts were larger than the teacher's. Rachel's nipples were stiff points of hardness, throbbing at the tips of her sensitive breasts, standing against the front of her blouse.

	Rachel kissed Jane between the legs. Jane sighed and moaned as Rachel's lips rubbed her pussy lips, covering them with heated kisses. Jane rested her hands on Rachel's shoulders, to steady herself. Rachel stuck out her tongue and licked Jane from the top of her slit to the bottom. Her tongue tip traced out the folds of Jane's pussy flesh. Jane's pussy lips were warm and softer than the petals of a fragile flower. The girl made little cries of lust as the tongue rolled over her slit.

	Jane gasped when Rachel thrust her tongue inside the cleft. Rachel's quivering tongue was surrounded by slippery wet membranes and seething liquid heat. Jane's juices flowed freely, wetly. Rachel's lips pressed the pussy lips as her tongue lanced deep into the girl, forcing gasps and moans from Jane.

	Rachel ran her tongue over the membranes, licking juices, lapping them down. Jane tasted fresh and sweet, her secretions tingling on the probing tongue. Rachel took her tongue out of the depths inside the slit. She lifted her head and pushed her tongue to the little button that was the clitoris.

	This time Jane had to hiss through clenched teeth to keep from crying out loudly when her clitoris was pressed by the licking tongue. Rachel eased up, her tongue tip dipping below the labia, circling the clitoris, rimming it before homing back in on the target. Rachel massaged the clitoris with her tongue. As Jane's arousal rose, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against Rachel's mouth.

	Jane's breasts bobbed wildly until she crossed her arms over her chest, pinning the mounds of flesh, plumping them up as she held them. Rachel's face was wet with Jane's juices. Jane's thighs were warm and taut with flexing muscles where they pressed Rachel's head. Jane's cries came faster and faster, shrieked whispers. Rachel clutched the girl's hips, lovingly applying her tongue to the teen's button of pleasure.

	Jane came. When she climaxed, Jane pressed her thighs convulsively against Rachel's head, pressing the teacher's hot mouth hard against her pussy.

	Rachel felt the orgasmic convulsions which shivered through Jane's orgasming sex. Her face was engulfed by the girl's wet hot pulsing membranes. Jane shook as though vibrated by an internal motor. She wailed as the giant hand of orgasm grabbed her up and squeezed her. Tension fled from her body. Jane sobbed weakly. Her eyes were dark glittering slits shining in her red wet face. Her knees fell open. Rachel lifted her face from Jane's pussy.

	While Jane rested and recovered from her orgasm, Rachel pulled up her skirt, hiking the hem of it high up on her waist. Below the dress, Rachel's lithe slim hips were covered in sheer thigh high hose she peeled down her legs.

	Rachel's rosy pussy lips, darker and fuller than Jane's, were long and soft, and were covered by a light brown bush of sleek shining fur. Rachel worked the hose down past her knees, and let them hang down. She reached between her legs and touched herself, rubbing her pussy.

	Jane shook off the dizzying effects of her climax. Her soft masses of flesh, her heavy breasts and rounded buttocks, jiggled as she went to Rachel. Rachel's ripely rounded bottom was parked on the flat wooden seat. Raising her long legs, she rested her feet on top of the desk.

	Jane got down on the floor, crawling under the desk, ignoring the dirt which smeared on her knees, her heavy breasts with their stiff nipples bobbing.

	Jane reached up and parted Rachel's polished thighs, her palms pressing the ivory flesh. She wedged her head up between the thighs. Rachel's taut thighs were warm and smooth against her face. Jane pressed her face against the teacher's richly furred pussy, which was aromatically rich. The musky perfume of Rachel's pussy rose up, tingling in Jane's nostrils and heating up the girl's desires, which already blazed at a fever pitch.

	Jane pressed her puckered lips against the pussy, which responded to her kisses in just the same way that her own sex had responded to Rachel's loving mouth. 	Jane parted her rosebud lips and pressed her tongue over the labia, licking them from top to bottom before dipping deep between the slitted pussy lips.

	Rachel had a richer, more subtly complex taste than the younger girl. Jane's fat pink tongue shoved deep and tasted the teacher's nectar. Rachel's eyes were heavy-lidded and sultry. She put her hands on top of Jane's head and pressed the girl's face harder against her pussy.

	Jane's head, wedged between Rachel's thighs, was held there by the rolled pantyhose which circled the teacher's slim ankles. Jane applied her licking loving tongue to the clitoris, which was a pearl of throbbing flesh at the top of Rachel's dripping slit.

	It wasn't too long before Rachel was rocked with ecstasy. Rachel bit her hand to keep from shrieking when she climaxed. Her pussy seethed with electric heat which was generated by Jane's mouth.

	Much later, when Jane and her teacher were once again dressed and ready to return to the everyday, workaday world, Rachel hugged Jane and kissed her. "I have some really good news," Rachel said. "My roommate is going away for the weekend, so we can be alone together at my place!" The teacher shared her modest apartment with another young, attractive woman. Jane often wondered if Rachel and her roommate were lovers.

	Instead of being happy, Jane's face fell at the news about the weekend.

	Rachel was alarmed by the sudden change in her young lover. "Is something wrong, Jane? You don't seem too happy about the weekend!"

	"Oh, Miss Blaine, it sounds like heaven! But that makes it worse, since I won't be able to get out this weekend!" Jane cursed her bad luck.

	She explained to Rachel that once a week, Jane's family got together and spent the weekend doing family things, doing them together as a family. It was a kind of ritual with her folks, and there was just no way that Jane would be able to get away from it. These weekends of family togetherness fell on the last weekend of the month, every month without fail. Jane's presence was required. It was a shame that the family weekend had fallen on a weekend when Rachel's roommate was going away. Jane would be busy the whole weekend, from Friday night until Sunday night, so she wouldn't ever be able to steal any time with Rachel.

	Rachel was disappointed, but not more so than Jane. Jane urged her to see if Rachel could convince her roommate to go away some other weekend. Rachel kissed and hugged Jane. "Oh well, I can't say that I'm not sorry we can't be together, but Priscilla will go away soon, I'm sure of that! And in the meantime, we'll just have to make love more times this week, to make up for the weekend when we'll be apart."

	"I'm glad that you're not mad at me," Jane smiled. "It's just that my folks have what you might call traditional values."

	"Mom and Daddy think that the family should spend at least one weekend a month with each other. My older sister even comes home from college for the family weekend."

	"I think that it's a perfectly charming idea!" Rachel said. "I wish that my family was as close as yours is, Jane."

	"Oh yes, we're all very, very close," Jane said. "I really love my parents and my brother and sister. I just wish that the family weekend wasn't this weekend!"

	"Don't you worry about it, Jane." Rachel's fondling hand felt the shape of Jane's heavy breasts, now tucked demurely under her sweater.

	"I think it's very admirable that your family is so close, in this day and age," Rachel said. "It's a pity that more families aren't like yours."

	Rachel patted Jane's rump. "Anyway, Jane, we'll just have to get together like this tomorrow afternoon, and store up some loving to last until Monday."

	At the same time that Jane Preston was straightening her skirt before leaving the classroom where she had made lesbian love with her teacher, Jane's father, big Bob Preston, was lifting the skirt of his lovely secretary, Gail. Bob was many miles distant from his daughter, whose school was in the suburban community where the family made their home.

	Bob was an executive vice-president in charge of programming for one of the big television networks. His private office was quite convenient. Before locking himself in his office with Gail, Bob phoned his receptionist and told her to hold all calls. That chore accomplished, he was able to devote his full attention to holding Gail, who was quite an armful of seductive femininity.

	Gail was only a year or two out of college. She had been a communications major. The lovely young miss was an expert at nonverbal communication. Gail stood in front of Bob's desk, looking over her smooth shoulder at him with a deliciously inviting come-hither look. She was a tall, leggy brunette, with firm breasts, a rounded bottom, and long legs. She wore a tan long-sleeved blouse and a gray skirt. She stood, or rather leaned, with her back to Bob. She was bent forward from the waist, with her palms pressing down on his desk.

	Gail's long masses of thick black hair were one of her most attractive features. The shimmering hair spilled down to the middle of her back. Her skirt was pulled tight and taut across her rounded buttocks. The skirt was so tight that the outline of her panties was visible.

	Bob was a big, broad-shouldered man in his early forties, a hard-charging go-getter, a dynamic executive. He was craggily handsome, with rugged features.

	He wore a three-piece suit, white shirt, tie. Standing behind Gail, he reached for her, moving up behind her, reaching for her trim waist. He embraced her from behind, his member stirring with sexual stimulation. His cock felt heavy, his balls tingled and tightened in the sac. Bob embraced her, pressing his groin against her rear. Her warm bottom was softly yielding, provoking hardness in his member.

	He brushed the hair off the back of her neck, kissed it. He reached around her and fastened his hands on her breasts, which were firm and full. Fondling her breasts, he rubbed his groin against her rear, massaging hardness into his cock, until it rose inside his pants in a stiff erection.

	Gail murmured appreciatively as she felt his hardness. Bob caressed her thighs, running his hands up and down her legs. She was bare-legged. Bob pulled up the hem of her skirt, bringing it up to her waist, exposing the white bikini panties she wore. The panties were stretched tight across the rounded moons of her buttocks. Her flesh was of surpassing whiteness, so that it shone.

	Bob reached for the panties, his fingers brushing smooth skin. He pulled the panties down off her hips, baring her bottom. The panties fluttered down her long legs, which were taut and muscular. They fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Gail spread her legs, opening herself to him.

	She planted her feet shoulder width apart. Nestled below the rounded globes of her ass cheeks were the delicate dusky pink lips of her pussy. Gail moaned when he reached between her legs and stroked her sex. Her labia rippled, heating up under his smooth sensitive handling.

	Holding to the desk for stability, Gail rocked her hips forward and backward, moving in rhythm to the caresses he slipped between her legs. Bob pressed his finger against her slit. She was wet inside. She gasped as he pushed his finger inside her, where heat seethed around it. He pushed the finger in and out, fucking her with it. He took his finger out at last and took down his pants and shorts.

	His pants slid down his legs, the change and keys in his pockets thumping when they hit the floor. His shorts followed his trousers to his feet. His muscular legs were hairy. His cock stood out straight almost 8 inches, rising like a pole of flesh from the dark thick tangled pubic bush. His balls were swollen, tight in the sac. He leaned into her, his cock throbbing when it rubbed her soft bottom flesh.

	The stiff red cock was sandwiched between his hips and her ass. He pressed into her so that the cock nestled inside her bottom cleft. Her ass crack was deep and full. She had buttocks like grapefruits, which were prominent and lushly developed.

	He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against her warm satiny flesh. Each gliding pass of his cock heated it to a greater degree.

	He took hold of his member, guiding it between her legs. He massaged his cock head against her pussy lips. Her labia glowed a dark and dusky shade of rosy arousal from the gliding massage of flesh on flesh. He pressed the tip of the cock against her slit, easing it between the pussy lips. The wedge of the cock head split and spread the labia.

	Gail moaned, leaning far forward over the desk, so that the tips of her breasts hovered only a few inches over the desk top. Her nipples were stiff, and jutted against her blouse. She whimpered with lust when he forced his cock head inside her. Heat engulfed the head of the member, wet heat which seethed and boiled.

	Moaning, he went deeper, entering her with a quick surging stroke. His cock stretched her membranes as he pushed it in to the hilt. When he penetrated her, his cock was holstered inside her warm wetness. Gail was gasping and moaning. He took hold of her hips and started thrusting.

	He stood behind her, with his pants and shorts hanging down around his feet, so that he was naked up to the waist. From the waist up, he still wore his suit, vest, shirt, and tie, and looked like any other conventional businessman.

	He held her hips and fucked her hard and fast, a steamy office fuck. Gail tossed her head from side to side, flailing her masses of black hair across the desk. She was good and hot and tight. She was single, and lived alone in a small apartment in the city. She had never had a married man for a lover before. She was making up for lost time. Her breasts bobbed in their bra cups, straining against the front of her blouse, as she rocked and gyrated her hips.

	Each thrusting pass of the hard cock inside her heated her membranes to an ever-greater degree. Juices poured from her pussy walls. Bob worked her well, pushing his cock up inside her, so that her pussy lips pressed the base of his shaft. While he fucked her, his hips pushed against her buttocks, rippling them. He squeezed and kneaded her thighs and flanks as he fucked her.

	Her skirt was pushed up past her waist, so that it fell on her back. Gail's face shone with sweat, and was flushed with redness. She moaned from deep in the pit of her belly. The speed of the thrusts, their force and vigor, increased as the lovers' passion climbed.

	Bob pulled back until only his big crowned cock head remained between her pussy lips. He would hold her hips, keeping her on the head of his cock. Teasing and tantalizing her, he waited until she whimpered for him to put it back in all the way. Then he entered her quickly and fully. His cock glowed a dull heated red, then a bright burning red. His orgasm was due.

	He reached around the young woman's smooth hips, his fingers brushing her silky bush. He played his fingers over her pussy lips. He probed gently at the top of her slit for her clitoris, finding the tiny node of throbbing flesh. He flicked his fingertips over it. The combination of clitoral massage and his steady, hard-driving thrusts soon brought Gail to the peak arousal phase.

	When he felt her coming, he went all out and drove his cock into her with fiery enthusiasm, forcing thin high-pitched wails of delight from her. His cock burned as hot as iron taken from a furnace. He quenched it by pushing it inside Gail's wet sex, entering her as deeply as he could go. 	He put it in her and kept it in her. His cock twitched, pounding heavily against her stretched membranes, before it came. Semen was torn from him like lava spewing from a volcano.

	The come bubbled up from his swollen balls, rose up the fiery column of his cock, and spurted into her in thick streaming gushes. Waves of hot ecstasy surged over him, crashing down on Bob. He shook from the furious force of his orgasm, as his cock pumped out semen in great quantities. He shuddered then sighed as the last drops of come were milked from his cock. He felt Gail's pussy contract down on his cock, squeezing it with her membranes.

	He stood there with his eyes closed, his hands on her hips, and his cock deep inside her. Gail collapsed and stretched out across the desk top. After a moment, Bob had recovered. Sighing with satisfaction, he patted Gail's smooth flanks and eased his cock out of her.

	She savored the sensation of his cock sliding across her membranes, which were soaked and saturated with his come. His cock head came out of her pussy lips, which spread to release the intruder. Semen, wet and shining, smeared on her pussy lips.

	Bob, loose and relaxed, his cock thick and red, sticky with semen, semi-erect, shuffled to his swivel chair and sat down behind his desk. He parked his bare bottom on the seat, his cock leaping and jerking. He called Gail to him. She roused herself from her daze of delight.

	Gail came to him. She could feel his come leaking inside her, oozing in her pussy. She giggled as she pressed her thighs together, squeezing them against her pussy. Bob had her sit on his lap. Her warm bottom pressed his groin deliciously. He toyed with her bosom, stroking her breasts through her blouse.

	Gail asked him if he would be coming in to the city on Saturday to do some "extra work". This was what he told his wife was the reason why he often came into the city on the weekend. It was just an excuse for him to see Gail on Saturdays, where they could spend hours writhing in lascivious extramarital amour. But not this Saturday, as Bob had to reluctantly tell a disappointed Gail.

	"You see, once a month, I spend the weekend with the wife and kids," Bob said, stroking Gail, who pouted with disappointment. "It's kind of a family ritual, you might say. We do it once a month, and there's no way that I can get out of it."

	His kisses and caresses went a long way toward soothing her, and stimulating her. After he had caressed her for a while, his cock throbbed. She sat on his lap, her skirt still pulled up to her waist. Her black thick bush was damp with sweat, while her pussy lips were sticky with semen. Her buttocks pressed his cock. She squirmed on his lap, rolling her ass cheeks over his member, massaging it into hardness.

	He moved Gail around on his lap. He first eased her off, so he could put her in an even more satisfying position. When she slid off his lap to stand on the floor facing him, she saw his cock standing stiff and straight and tall, rising from his hips at a tilted angle. She stood facing him, holding her skirt up, showing her pussy to him. Dark circles of sweat showed under the arms of her blouse. He put his hands on her warm hips and pulled her to him. She climbed on his lap, facing him, straddling him.

	The backs of her thighs pressed the tops of his thighs. She gripped his cock, the red sticky member hot against her hand. Gail pressed the cock head against her pussy lips. The come inside her lubricated her as she stuffed the swollen cock head in her sex. She shivered happily as the cock head filled her, stretching her membranes. She lowered herself down on the rod, taking it inside her. The thick red shaft was swallowed up in her hot tight passage. When she let herself rest on his thighs, the stiff erection was shoved deep.

	She held his broad shoulders, while he gripped her hips. By rocking her back and forth, he produced the exquisite sexual friction of thrusting. When he rocked her away from him, the red shaft emerged from inside her pussy lips, and when he pulled her to him, the cock was buried inside her. He rocked her faster and faster, her breasts bobbing inside her blouse. Since he had already come once, he was able to go for a long time.

	One hundred miles away, in another state, Bob Preston's older daughter and Jane's sister, Linda Preston, was giving her boyfriend a special treat. Linda Preston was cute as a cupcake, a full-bodied, sensationally built sophomore at the college she was attending. Linda appreciated the value of coed dorms, especially at intimate times like now. The rooms in the dorm were simple. They were little more than square boxes, outfitted with a double bunk bed, some dressers, and a desk. Linda's room had no bathroom. All the girls on this floor used the bathroom down at the end of the hall. Boys lived on the next floor of the building.

	Linda's roomie, Madeline, had thoughtfully gone down to the library, giving Linda a chance to be alone with her boyfriend, Jeff. Jeff was in his junior year at the school. He was handsome with an athletic build, lean and lithe, with deep dark romantic eyes that Linda loved. With his fine body, Jeff looked sensational in tight jeans. But he looked even more sensational without them, and that was what Linda was waiting for as she waited for him in the bottom bunk of the bed.

	Linda was naked under the blankets and sheets which were pulled up to her chin. The campus was located in the north, where it was frigid. It was toasty warm in the dorms, and under the blankets, but Linda had only recently come in from outside, where the near-zero temperature had chilled her.

	Jeff would warm her up. Linda was a fuller, more voluptuously rounded edition of her younger sister, Jane. Linda had a heart-shaped face, with prominent cheekbones. She had light brown hair, which was cut in bangs across her forehead, reaching down to her shoulders on the sides. She had a sassy, upturned nose and full, ripe, pouting sensual lips. Even without lipstick, those lips were as red as strawberries.

	A scattering of freckles, and a trace of baby fat, gave her face a youthful look. Linda had the face of a teenage girl, but the full-bodied figure of a voluptuous young woman. She had a lush, hourglass figure. She was gifted abundantly with lush, oversized breasts, a wickedly curved torso tapering to a narrow, almost a wasp waist, then flaring out into wide womanly hips. Not even the thick sheets and blankets covering her could hide the fullness of her physique. Her breasts were lush hillocks rising under the covers.

	Jeff stood by the side of the bed, pulling off his sweater. He had well defined muscles, broad shoulders, a lean torso and hips. A dark patch of hair shadowed his chest. His facial features were well formed, while his head was topped with a profusion of golden-brown curls.

	His frayed, faded jeans were practically skin-tight, hugging his crotch and his rump. He popped open the top of his jeans, pulled down the zipper. His cock and balls bulged heavily in the white cotton undershorts he wore. He let the jeans fall to his feet, then stepped out of them.

	Linda, her ripe red lips curved into a dreamy smile of anticipated pleasure, reached out for him, the blanket slipping down to her waist. Her breasts were pink melons of flesh, crowned with fat pink nipples and wide rosettes, rosettes which surrounded the jutting nipples with circles of shocking pink flesh which were wider than silver dollars.

	She rubbed his crotch. His penis quivered and jerked. She slipped her fingertips in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. When the shorts were pulled down to the tops of his muscular thighs, his cock and balls were on display, and Linda openly craved them.

	His cock was limp and thick. Linda took hold of it, nestling it lightly in her fingers. The cock leaped and jerked when she took hold of it.

	She rolled on her side, facing him. She teasingly ran her fingers up and down the divide in the center of the sac of his balls.

	The balls tightened, becoming swollen. His cock, jerking and throbbing, stiffened and grew to a rigid erection, doubling its length and thickness in her hand.

	Jeff moaned as she pulled and kneaded his penis. Linda let go. His cock now stood stiffly and horizontally, jutting thickly from his lean hips.

	Linda moved to the far side of the narrow bunk, so that her side pressed the wall. Jeff lifted the covers and climbed into bed.

	He stretched out on top of her, pulling the blankets and sheets up to cover them both. Linda's flesh was smooth and warm beneath his.

	His body was taut, lean, hard, muscled. Hers was soft, yielding, abundantly fleshy, and blazing with body heat which soaked into his skin.

	His stiff cock was sandwiched between his .hips and hers. Linda wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as his mouth pressed hers for a kiss.

	The young lovers kissed with open mouths, lips locked, tongues thrusting, probing, tasting the spicy warmth of each other's mouths.

	Linda parted her legs, opening her thighs for him.

	After they had kissed for a few moments, Jeff rolled on his side, pressing against her. Her heavy breasts, butter-soft except for their stiff nipples, jiggled like jelly.

	He felt and fondled her breasts, rubbing them. The nipples throbbed heavily when his caressing hands passed over them.

	Linda reached for his cock, closing her hand over it.

	Jeff’s rod jutted out like a piece of pipe or a length of cable. It throbbed as Linda's soft hands kneaded and stroked it.

	Jeff nuzzled her breasts, the bosom rippling as his face rolled over the breasts. His lips planted kisses all over the nipples.

	He wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking the stiff pink point between them, then running his tongue over it like a little wet whip.

	Linda's nipples were the size of the first joint of her little finger. Jeff greedily nibbled at the nipple, while he manipulated her opposite breast with his hand.

	He traced out the curve of her body, running his moist palm down her torso, down the swelling curve of her womanly hips.

	He put his hand between her legs, the back of his hand caressing her smooth warm thighs. His fingers contacted the furry delta of her pubic bush.

	Linda was full and fleecy, with curly masses of the softest brown fur partially veiling the soft, delicate, delicious pussy lips.

	Jeff fondled her pussy. Linda's buttocks tightened at his touch. As his fingers stroked her sex, her membranes moistened and lubricated.

	While Jeff kissed and licked and sucked her nipples, and fondled her pussy until it was dripping wet, Linda did her part by kneading and pulling his stiff cock.

	Heat rose in his member under her steady gliding touch. Veins stood out on the thick shaft of the cock like ivy circling a tree trunk.

	Linda rocked her hips in response to the handling of her pussy. She was wet and ready, and she urged him to mount her.

	Jeff got back on top of her. Linda spread her legs so that her feet touched the opposite edges of the narrow bottom bunk bed.

	Jeff raised himself up on his forearms and knees, his stiff cock hovering over her pussy. He, gripped his cock, the red rod throbbing in his hand.

	He guided the penis to her sex, pressed the tip of the head against her pussy lips, and pried open the labia with the wedge of his cock.

	The pussy lips, which were full and warm, were split and spread, exposing the pulsing pink membranes of her pussy, which oozed with rich secretions.

	His cock head entered her, stretching her. Jeff let go of his cock when the head was safely and securely lodged inside her, and fed her the rest of the shaft. , The red rod slipped slowly into her. Moans were ripped from Jeff, by the sensation of his urgently heated cock being engulfed by Linda's sex.

	He entered her deeply, her hips rising to meet him as she lifted her plump bottom off the bed and wrapped her arms around his broad muscular shoulders. Jeff started thrusting, and Linda eagerly responded. They were young and strong vigorous, full of the juices and the fires of life. Jeff drove into Linda, his cock entering her with deep surging strokes, his hard cock sliding over her silken membranes.

	Linda held on tight as she humped up into him, rocking to meet and match his deeply filling strokes. His hard chest pressed her full breasts. The bedframe and springs creaked from their energetic lovemaking. Linda's red face was scrunched up and moaning with ecstasy.

	Jeff kissed her on the mouth, muffling her moans of pleasure and his own. Her breath was warm and sweet in his mouth and lungs. Under the sheltering sheets and blankets, their bodies were soon sleek and slippery with sweat. Jeff's cock pumped in and out of her pussy with thrilling strokes. His belly slapped hers, their hips ground together; their legs were tangled and twined.

	Jeff thrust harder and faster until his cock was a blur of red motion driving into her sex, heating her to the boiling point. He pushed his cock home, keeping it deep inside her. Her pussy clutched him tightly, enfolding his cock in its silky embrace. The width and thickness of his cock stretched her membranes, so that the throbbing of his cock shivered through her like drumbeats.

	He came, semen spurting thickly, gushing from the swollen cock head which was lodged deep in her pussy, pressing the mouth of her womb. Linda ground her hips into his, bringing off her own climax, shivering orgasm was followed by sweet ecstasy. The release of sexual tension in the blissful meltdown of a mutual orgasm made the lovers' spirits and flesh soar.

	They rested, sweating, moaning, gasping for breath, Jeff's stiff cock planted deep in Linda, her pussy convulsively clamping down on his cock. While they rested, Jeff put his mouth close to her ear, and urged her not to go home for the weekend, as she had planned to do.

	"You don't understand, Jeff," Linda said, somewhat breathlessly. "This is a trip that I have to make my family expects me!"

	"There must be some way that you can get out of it, Linda!"

	"But I don't want to get out of it!" the pretty girl protested. "I love my family! I love you, but that doesn't make me stop loving them.”

	
To Be Continued


