Southern Tramp

Foreword

"Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in
ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny
black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her
curvaceous, lily white form.

Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely
blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs
hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal
passion.

The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the sixteen year old
Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state's most conservative
political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro
manservant.

Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the
blonde slut's tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees,
straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them
apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between
the quivering lobes of white flesh.

Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back
and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it
bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.

"AWWWW, SHIT, MA'AM!" he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, "I
GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!"

Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide
apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head
and spattered over her face...

Southern Tramp by (Author Unknown)



Chapter 1


"What in the dickens shall I do today?" Melanie Wilkerson pouted
pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the
verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.

Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of sixteen, a lovely combination
of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had
lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily,
framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a
perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was
peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a
stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for
her lovely features.

Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a
dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger
than those of most girls of sixteen. Her figure was like that of an hour
glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long,
sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the
dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town's streets usually
shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand
slipped in the crook of her father's arm.

Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was
fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the
wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics
since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in
recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or
Congress, or at least the state's legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had
served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson's lifelong ambition to
become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted
political post.

Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He
could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had
bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies
and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls
placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a
handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early
forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the
youngest Governor in the State's history.

The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a
staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that
Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State,
especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson
intended to win the election, whatever the cost...

Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day
in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father - a widower
- to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper
photography sessions.

If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his
precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she
was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many
ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now
that she was blossoming into a young women and young sparks were perking
up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn't want his daughter sullied,
and above all, he didn't want his name to be dragged through the mud
during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should
become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became aware of
it, Wilkerson's chances could be ruined.

So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more
out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her
appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now,
Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his
daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie's prospective husband
carefully, and not until she was eighteen would he even consider the
question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father
came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest,
families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.

"He's skinny and has pimples and smells bad," she pouted to her
girlfriends.

What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her
brother, Jarvis.

Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot
one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short,
light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face,
which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and
streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo
player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the State's
more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and
ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently
felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.

Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he
pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had
sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like
one.

"With a young man, it is different," Rhett had said, with maddening
sexism.

Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in
the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue
eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn
and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.

Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did.
Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just
the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being
swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like
Jarvis.

Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings
for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what
incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her
brother for what they were.

But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when
she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound
between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the
most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her
girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of
fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had
certainly watched the crotches in men's pants and dreamt about what
those bulges contained. Against her father's strict orders, she had
sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the
sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing
through her nubile young body.

Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she
had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father's bedroom
and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the
kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she
hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She
had seen her father's broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia's luscious,
mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way
his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia's
delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and
again...

Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have
admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was
twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons' kitchen
since she was seventeen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been
procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had
come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie's mother.

Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree
manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a
slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.

Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was
constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way
Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot
more than just flirt with the huge black stud.

Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her
loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression,
Melanie jumped out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly
decorated room.

She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored.
Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his
endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding
with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the
servants.

Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could
telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which
made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia's rich, feminine
laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as
belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle's
features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly
ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a
good glimpse at the kitchen.

Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes
twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into
the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called
Brutus.

Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her
dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty
she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was
thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large,
melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her
blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly
outlined by the thin material, and Brutus' smoldering eyes kept darting
down and ogling them greedily.

Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet
two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid
musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders
and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that
was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral
muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight
tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at
the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs
quite clearly.

Dahlia's doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus' face and
fleetingly glanced at the big stud's crotch, and Melanie could see a
tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut's body.

"Aw, c'mon, Dahlia," Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, "Ain't nobody
gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty's gawn to her
Maw's place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all 'cept Miss
Melanie, is gone away. An' Miss Melanie never has no business down at
the barn!"

Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, "Now, Brutus, you
is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her
till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here?
I'll get my ass beat, that's what!"

Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said
huskily, "Yeah! She ain't the only one who'd like to beat dat ass,
Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!"

Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with
his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia's small brown hand
and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.

Dahlia's eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his
lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers,
and she gave a little whimper of excitement.

"You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia," Brutus said hoarsely, "C'mon,
les go to the barn."

Dahlia's resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown
eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full,
moist lips.

Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around
her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge
physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.

Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes
kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of
passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic
excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus' big mouth open wide and
cover the lower part of Dahlia's face as he forced his long thick tongue
deep into the mulatto wench's mouth.

Brutus' big hands slid down Dahlia's back and dug into the high, firm
cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his
pelvis against hers.

Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide
with mingled passion and nervousness.

"Not here, fool!" she gasped, "Miss Melanie's likely to walk in on us,
and then there's no telling what might happen! Let's go on out to the
barn."

Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, "I thought you'd nevah ask!"

They went together to the screen door that faced the barn, and exited
separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards
the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes
darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.

If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and
every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie
Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had
no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted
to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.

The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind
Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and
rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.

Having been raised on her father's estate, she knew every nook and
cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the
hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.

She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into
the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several
inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made
foot and hand-holds.

Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a
tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie's lively form, and
she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off
her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then
slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face
reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the
restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of
two other beings.

Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a
perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.

Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of
sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the
two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.

The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her
skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth
lobes of her tush.

He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt
impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew
to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was
standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.

Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter
astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never
seen a man's penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they
were like. Brutus' prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like
the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!

Melanie's exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed
extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in
length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man's
wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a
small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.

Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little
cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand
across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that
had formed there all over the glans.

She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand
lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she
titillated the black stud's enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them
and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum.
Brutus' huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench
stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious
anticipation.

"C'mon baby," he said huskily, "let me feel that warm mouth of yours on
me!"

With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and
stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering
her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out
her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she
tasted his musky masculine flavors.

She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire
crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and
down the shaft.

Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers
into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several
inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.

Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her
throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the
horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw
back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous
pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia's oral
orifice. Dahlia's 'O' shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch
of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus' lance, and
she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her
mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud's joint.

Pulling back, she gulped down a gust of air, and then took the big prick
into her throat again as Brutus pumped forward lustily.

Melanie's eyes were nearly bugging out of her head in amazement. She
could not believe what she was seeing! Dahlia had swallowed that whole,
huge length of black manmeat! And she seemed to be loving it! How on
earth could anybody take something that big into their mouth, let alone
their cunt? Melanie shivered with baffled fear and wonder as she
imagined getting her tight virgin slit spread wide apart by an organ of
Brutus' prodigious proportions.

"Whoa dere, lady!" Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, "You gonna milk
me dry with dat hot suckin' mouth of yours!"

He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued honker
slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in the ray of
sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench to her feet.

Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse,
enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in
desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to
unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and
Dahlia let it fall to the ground.

Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing,
appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh,
capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in
excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.

He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them
together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled
his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia's left tit, pulling at
the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back
and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand
of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped
his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two
fingers and squeezed it hard.

Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked
vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands
suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the
zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia's frock fell in a crumpled
heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full
ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly
hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she
gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up
the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping
through her warm pubic bush.

Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened
outer lips of Dahlia's vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her
cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward,
inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it
up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the
erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue,
and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her
lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she
writhed in glee.

Brutus' big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he
dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the
mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm
as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.

As he ate her box, Brutus' hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet,
rigid length of his erection.

The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting
hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia's copious
juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist,
pulling her down on the hay beside him.

Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart,
pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and
exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.

He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above
hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the
pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually,
he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy
twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.

Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his
hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.

Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and
whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into
the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the
penetration.

Brutus didn't give her much time. He gave a savage grunt of pleasure and
knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against
hers. Dahlia's wavering scream echoed through the rafters of the barn as
the eleven inch prick rammed halfway up inside the black wench's hot,
clasping vaginal sheath.

Brutus moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Dahlia's
sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick, and then he began to work his
hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering,
writhing girl's hungry hole.

Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus' back and she began
to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick
black sex tool.

Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard,
his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as
deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.

Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises
emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia's oozing,
unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.

Dahlia screeched in pleasure, digging her fingers into Brutus' broad,
muscular back.

"You like it, don't you, baby?" Brutus panted hoarsely, pumping lustily.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME, BRUTUS! FUCK ME GOOD! MMMMMMM!" Dahlia moaned,
tossing her head from side to side and writhing in ecstasy beneath him
like an eel.

The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Brutus was
bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out
of the slender mulatto wench each time he descended.

"AWWW, YEAH! I GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!" Brutus
roared, pounding his rigid pecker deeply into her steamy hole.

A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked his powerful physique as
his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. His big balls
jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted
deeply into Dahlia's womb, filling her with his seed.

The powerful blasts of come triggered Dahlia's own delirious response,
and she raked her fingers across Brutus' broad sweaty back and screamed
with unabated lust. Her back arched, mashing her flopping boobs against
Brutus' powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Brutus groaned
in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at
his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm.

Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap, and the two black
lovers lay panting in one another's arms.

Above them, Melanie Wilkerson's head was whirling with startled lust and
shock. She had never believed sex could be so intensely exciting! Stabs
of envy and need shot through her. So this was what she had been
missing!


Chapter 2


Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to
the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and
occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty
blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly
sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with
carnal lust.

She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the
corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not
noticing that it didn't completely close.

Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had
seen. She couldn't repress the excited tremors that were rustling
through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her.
Why couldn't she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the
most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens
of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she
knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!

Melanie stood up and unzipped her dress, taking it off and folding it
neatly, placing it on the back of a chair. Slowly, she took off her slip
and brassiere and panties, and stood in the middle of her room, naked.

She walked over to the full length mirror on the side of her closet and
stared reflectively at the image of herself. A surge of pride rushed
through her. She had a voluptuous body. One that put Dahlia's to shame,
even. Her flesh was pale and porcelain smooth, creamy and silken in
texture. Her high, jutting breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large
strawberry-red nipples. Between her luscious legs was a lambent triangle
of golden hair, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through an open
window.

Luxuriantly, Melanie drew her hands over the full aching globes of her
breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the palms of her hands across the
throbbing nubbins. Then, she ran her hands slowly down her body, across
her soft, flat belly and along her hips, feathering her fingers through
the silky, damp curls of her golden pubes.

She quivered with pleasure as her cuticles brushed over the swollen
puckered lips of her mons veneris. She dug her thumbs into the petals of
pink flesh and drew them apart, studying the sweet glistening jewels of
her cunt in the mirror. Her clitoris was erect and quivering, and she
lightly brushed the tip of her forefinger across the slick knob. A bolt
of electric pleasure coursed through her loins and she gave an
involuntary sob of delight.

A soft sigh of excitement rustling in her throat, she began to draw her
fingers back and forth across the puckered lips of her vulva and over
the slick cap of her joy stick. Remembering what she had seen in the
barn sent darts of white hot lust through her loins and she hooked her
fingers inward, probing the hot, oily interior of her furrow.

Her heart began to pound with excitement, and all her nerve endings
seemed to be on fire. Gasping with lascivious anticipation, she darted
back to the bed and flung herself upon it, lying on her back and
throwing her legs wide apart. She brought both of her hands between her
moist thighs and began to stroke her fingers over the slick mound,
titillating her clitoris and sticking her digits to the first knuckle
into her tight virginal chute.

Flickering flames of rapture consumed her loins and she began to toss
about and moan aloud, bucking her hips and running her fingers faster
and faster across her oozing quaking slit. Her boobs bounced becomingly,
the nipples jutting and erect with desire.

Meanwhile, another member of the Wilkerson family was approaching the
homestead. Jarvis Wilkerson impatiently spurred his steed onward, and
Marmaduke, the big thoroughbred stallion with magnificent black and
white markings neighed and galloped faster toward the stables. Jarvis
was sweaty and tired from the long, grueling ride he had just finished.
He had ridden a good twenty miles to the town of Tremberley and had a
few drinks with some buddies at a local bar. Now, his senses were
slightly dulled by beer, but his athletic body was in fine shape, aching
deliciously from the work-out he had just had.

In his riding outfit, Jarvis was a fine looking figure of a man. The
white breeches, flaring at the hips and tucking into leather boots,
clung to his hips and crotch and ass snugly, outlining his bulging
basket. His jacket was perfectly cut to fit his powerfully muscled
contours, and his ruggedly handsome young face was tanned by the sun and
flushed and damp with perspiration, his green eyes glowing with young
life.

He leapt easily down from his steed and caught Marmaduke by the bridle,
patting the froth-flecked horse on the neck and speaking to him in a
soothing tone. Then, he led the horse to the barn and drew open the
door.

As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a frantic commotion and
some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw a rather comical
sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his belt while Dahlia, dressed in
a frock and blouse, looked terrified and in great disarray. The two
black servants had just scrambled out of Marmaduke's stall where they
had quite evidently been fooling around.

Jarvis forced himself to repress a grin and said sternly, "Brutus! What
on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job again?"

"Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I - I been tawking with Dahlia here about
something," Brutus stammered lamely.

"Uh huh, I'll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants up, take
care of Marmaduke, now, you here? And you, Dahlia! You better not let
Dotty catch you fooling around like this while you're supposed to be
working, or she's liable to kick up a big fuss!"

"N-No, sir, Mr. Jarvis, I - I won't, sir!" Dahlia gasped, near tears,
and rushed in a frenzy from the barn.

As soon as she was gone, Jarvis guffawed loudly and clapped Brutus on
the back. The black buck grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet in
embarrassment.

"You're one helluva lady killer, Brutus, my man," Jarvis said, "But if
my Dad ever finds out you're poking Dahlia, you'd better start hunting
for another job. In another state!"

Brutus got serious immediately.

"You ain't gwana tell him, is you, Mister Jarvis?"

"Me? It's none of my affair who you're fucking, Brutus. Hell, I'd like
to get into Dahlia's pants myself sometime! Just keep a low profile,
that's all. It's pretty dumb to be fucking around in the barn in the
middle of the day."

He handed Marmaduke over to the black man and winked at him before
striding out of the barn. As he strode up to the house, thinking about
the illicit liaison he had broken up, Jarvis grinned and felt a lazy tug
of lust at his loins. Shit, he needed a good fuck himself! And Dahlia
was sure a succulent peach of a girl. He'd known about his father and
the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his Dad's,
and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia's moans and screeches of
carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.

He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn't
seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she'd gone
over to Missy's house. He knew his Daddy wouldn't like it if he found
out Melanie was traipsing around without his permission.

Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and
began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt
off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor
toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.

Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries
emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in
surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open,
not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made
Jarvis' jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected passion.

His gorgeous sixteen year old sister lay sprawled on her bed stark
naked, her legs spread wantonly apart, her hips lewdly bucking back and
forth while her fingers worked frantically at her sweet, dripping pussy.
Her eyes were closed, and little trilling noises of carnal delight
escaped from between her full coral-pink lips.

It was the sexiest thing he'd seen in a long time, and Jarvis was
paralyzed with lust and confusion. He knew immediately that it was wrong
to lust after his own sister, but she was the sweetest, sexiest looking
thing he'd ever set eyes on, and from the way she was responding to her
probing fingers, she was also hot as a whore...

Melanie was so enwrapped in the whirling, heated sensations that had
taken possession of her body that she hadn't even heard the sound of
Jarvis' boots on the stairwell. But now, she suddenly sensed that there
was someone in the room, perhaps because a draft had begun to blow
through the opened door.

With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly,
and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the
smoldering eyes of her own brother.

"J-Jarvis!" she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt
to cover herself.

Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned
torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the
answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.

Quivering with passive excitement, her huge baby blue eyes fixed a
pleading look on her big brother's face.

Jarvis stared at her, dumbfounded, and then took a deep breath, stepping
quickly into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned the
latch, and then walked slowly to the side of his sister's bed.

"Melanie, honey," he said huskily, sitting down beside her, "You've gone
and blossomed into a young woman without my even noticing! Shit, honey,
I must have been blind."

His burning green eyes raked over her trembling, translucent flesh, and
he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over one of her pillowy
bosoms, drawing it down and plucking at the ripe red nipple.

"J-Jarvis," Melanie whispered feebly, "D-Do you think we should?"

"I don't know," he replied hoarsely, looking at her, "Do you want to,
honey?"

Melanie gave a ragged sigh and said softly in a quavering voice, "Yes! I
- I really do!"

Jarvis nodded, his head reeling with excitement, unable to resist the
temptation of his sister's luscious, beckoning body, and yet, unable to
shake the nagging voice which told them that what he was contemplating
doing was wrong. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and his loins
seemed to be on fire. His rigid pecker stretched painfully against the
tight material of his trouser leg.

He licked his lips, running his hand slowly over his sister's body,
reveling in the sensation of her delicate, satiny flesh against the
coarse skin of his palm.

"Melanie, have you ever done this before?" he asked softly.

She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.

"Are you scared?" he said.

She smiled tremulously. "Yes, a little," she said, "But I want it more
than I'm afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it's wrong, but
I'm so glad it's you who's going to introduce me to it! Really I am!"

Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into
mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation
from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!

He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning
into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie's
pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of
pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue
swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers
deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling
through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick
mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in
excitement.

She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight,
small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was
swimming with desire.

Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister's slender throat, feeling
the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and
began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her
body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong
hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed
his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting
out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of
satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily
at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling
it gently.

Melanie purred in satisfaction, arching her back and gasping as darts of
pure pleasure rustled through her. She was reeling with delight. Her
beloved brother was making love to her! It was almost too good to be
true! She ran her fingers through his light brown hair and pulled him
urgently to her breasts, his sucking mouth sending shudders of hot
pleasure through her body.

Jarvis moved on, dipping his face into his sister's deep cleavage, and
then sucking on her other nipple. He eased himself down further,
continuing his oral trek down her succulent body, leaving a trail of
glistening saliva in his wake.

He paused briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and
then gave a low groan of pleasure as he came in contact with her
delicate pubic thatch. His heart thumping like crazy, he darted his
tongue rapidly to and fro, tangling it in the silken hairs surrounding
her puffy mound. He laved the quivering, moist outer lips of her cunt
hungrily, pressing his tongue into the sweet, heady furrow and tasting
her rich, honeyed juices. Hell, he could eat a young girl's muff forever
and never get tired of the flavor and smell of it! Jarvis buried his
face between his sister's thighs and mashed his lips and tongue against
the slick, slippery flesh of her vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.

Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering
in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than
anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body.
Each time her brother's tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized
flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins
like a jolt of electricity.

Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily,
dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to
and fro. Melanie's hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream
flew from her throat.

"OOOH! J-JARVIS! THAT'S - THAT"S SO NICE! OOOOH! OOOOOH!" she gasped
aloud.

Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to
relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers
over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he
moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips
of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels
of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began
to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back
and forth and wriggling his wrist.

Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering
pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint
inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the
intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.

Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly
shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her
any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign.
Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to
ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and
mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and
Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.

He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones
who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had
done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively
easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This
physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie,
fortuitously for her.

Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in
the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus. However,
Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in
length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous
piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was
the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been
a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on
the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett
Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children,
which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid
and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing
him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could
be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a
gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.

Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware
that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.

Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible,
inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins,
and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized
pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She
was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her
feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn
her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing
pussy flesh.

He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole
and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her
cries of passion.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy.
White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled
through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices
splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them
eagerly.

Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared
up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.

She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at
him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.

He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms
around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing
her hungrily on the lips.

Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older
brother's hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew
there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to
undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew
her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis' back and flattened her full
breasts against his hard chest.

With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother
onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She
gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to
shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he
had made her feel.

She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her
mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard
belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted
the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more.
With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his
hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and
down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.

Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his
head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed
his sweaty athletic young body.

Melanie moved her face over her brother's flaring lat and plunged her
mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat
and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled
down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue
tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing
loins.

She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers,
unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently
at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some
help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of
satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.

Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his
body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent
manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.

Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first
dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how
enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy
quivered in excitement.


Chapter 3


Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her
brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap
off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.

With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic
of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her
brother's huge, orange-sized balls.

Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large,
bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture.
Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky
masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her
lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the
angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis'
pecker.

A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she
forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious
but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and
forth across the spongy, heated knob.

Jarvis groaned in pleasure when his sixteen year old sister pressed her
hot, parted lips against the corrugated side of his cock and suckled it
greedily, swishing her tongue back and forth like a paint brush. Melanie
moved slowly down the stem until she had pressed her lips into the
pungent fragrance of his dark pubic bush, strumming the base of his fat
root with her hot hungry tongue.

She reached out and curiously lifted his huge heavy balls into her
little lily white hand. They were encased in a reddish, wrinkly sack
liberally covered with crinkly hairs. Bending down again, she brushed
her lips across his scrotum and flicked out her tongue, licking it
curiously, tasting the musky flavor. Eagerly, her tongue darted back and
forth, stroking across each come-bloated nut, sliding beneath them and
titillating the underside of his sensitized scrotum. Jarvis shuddered
and groaned in pleasure, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.

"Oh, YEAH, Sis!" he gasped hoarsely, "Lick my balls, baby. Lick them
good! That's great, honey! Just GREAT!"

His hot, lust-thickened voice kindled her libidinous fires even more,
and Melanie redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking eagerly at his
nuts.

Reaching up, she encircled the base of his rigid root and squeezed it
lightly, feeling his pounding blood. She remembered the way Dahlia had
sucked on Brutus' sex tool, and Melanie was suddenly consumed with an
overpowering urge to do the same to her lusty young brother.

Eagerly, she lifted her head and gazed with mixed passion and
trepidation at the huge, cobra-like head of his prick. Circling her lips
into an 'O' she pressed them against his glans, humming in her throat
with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his piss-slit and she
lightly sucked the extreme tip of his dick.

Tentatively bobbing her head up and down, her blonde tresses cascaded
down across her brother's belly and thighs like a golden waterfall. She
stretched her jaws apart and curved her tongue, forming a silken trough
over which his thick protruding penis could slide. Then, she slowly
lowered her head and let several inches of the thick bulging phallus
slip between her circled lips and scrape against the roof of her mouth.

She savored the pungent taste of him, enjoying the feel of the rubbery
dick stirring inside her mouth. She wriggled her tongue back and forth,
caressing the throbbing staff of his joint and sending bolts of hot lust
stabbing through his loins.

"Oh, YEAH, Melanie, honey! Suck on my prick, baby! You're doing it so
good, baby! That feels SO GOOD!" Jarvis moaned, beginning to hunch his
hips back and forth, feeding her his pulsating joint.

He ran his fingers through her silken locks of golden hair, applying
light pressure to the back of her head.

Melanie slurped and sucked wantonly, pushing her head down until she
felt the rubbery knob punch against the back of her throat. She gagged
as the urgently pumping youth pushed a bit harder, lodging the tip of
his dick in her gullet.

Her senses reeled, and her impulse was to back off, but she remembered
how Dahlia had taken the entire length of Brutus' rod into her throat.
Well, she wasn't going to have it said that a mulatto hussy was a better
cock-sucker than she was!

Bravely, Melanie swallowed hard, at the same time pressing her face down
against her brother's crotch and opening her mouth as wide as she could.
Her eyes bulged and swam with tears as she felt the bizarre sensation of
a thick, rubbery pole of flesh slide deep into her gullet, completely
stuffing her constricting throat with manmeat. Her bloated lips mashed
against her brother's fragrant pubic bush, snapping snugly around the
thick, pulsating root of his dick.

Jarvis arched his back and gave a lusty roar of pleasure. He couldn't
believe what his sweet, innocent little sister had just done! She had
deep-throated his entire ten inch boner, and it was the first time she'd
ever had a cock in her mouth. His head swirled in rapture. Hell, she was
a born slut if there ever was one! He knew some gals who'd tried time
and time again, unsuccessfully, to do what she had accomplished on her
first attempt. He moaned in delight as he felt the entire length of his
pecker ensconced in the satiny warmth of her mouth and throat.

Melanie lifted her head slowly, letting the prick slide several inches
out of her mouth, and gulped down a lungful of air before she forced her
head all the way down on his cock again. She began to rhythmically bob
her head up and down, sucking and slurping loudly, swallowing each time
the dick slid into her throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a
delicious warmth rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to
have her mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother's
hard manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating
pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.

"Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!" Jarvis roared, beginning to buck his hips
violently.

He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his
loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.

Melanie's senses whirled. He wasn't being gentle anymore. His cock
slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head
painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She
gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and
fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like
lance that pounded into her mouth.

"AWWW, SHIT, I'M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!" Jarvis bellowed suddenly, ramming his
hips upward hard and skewering his sister's throat with his barbed
javelin.

Melanie's eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her aching gullet.
She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and then, a hot blast of
searing come jetted directly into her stomach from his spasming cock.

Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could taste his
juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as she felt his
squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in thick, pungent rivulets
down her throat.

It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she'd tasted before.
It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet, and she gulped it down
greedily, instinctively tickling his balls with her fingers and milking
as much of his spewing seed from his body as she could.

Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a heavy load
into his sister's eager mouth, and then he flopped back, panting, on the
bed, gazing down at her with wondering, lust-heated eyes.

Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from her mouth
and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her face was flushed
with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were gleaming and wet with
saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets from the corners of her mouth.
Her glittering pink tongue flicked out and swiped at the stray strands
of come, and Jarvis swore to himself that he had never seen anything
quite so erotic as her face at that moment.

He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her gently up
until their eyes were on a level.

"I want to fuck you, baby," he said huskily, "Will you let me fuck you?"

"Oh, yes, Jarvis," she whispered softly, "I want to feel you inside me,
more than anything else in the world."

He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers, squeezing them
hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing against the palms of his
hands. He pushed her into a sitting position on top of him and his eyes
darted hotly up and down her luscious, creamy smooth body.

Melanie was straddling her brother's hips, and she could feel his rigid,
steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His prick was still
completely erect, imbued with her saliva and traces of his own semen, it
was pressed against his belly by her weight, pulsating with excitement
as she slowly began to grind her pussy lips back and forth across the
stiff, corrugated stem.

"Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey," Jarvis ordered thickly,
gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.

Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against his sides,
lifting her buns into the air.

Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the other one and
hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it directly at the target
of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he slowly drew Melanie down with
his free hand.

"Lower yourself on me, honey," he said in a husky, passionate voice, "Go
gently and at your own pace, baby."

Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little sharp
intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his juicy cock
butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal pussy. It felt
enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball bat! She whimpered in
mingled desire and fear.

"It's O.K., honey" Jarvis said soothingly, digging his fingers into her
waist and gently but firmly pulling her down until the lips of her vulva
widened and slipped over the tip of his glans.

When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released her hips and
ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her jugs and pinching
her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey," he said softly, "Just relax and
let it slide up inside you."

Melanie's heart was pounding violently. She couldn't control the
shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body again and
again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy mushroom-shaped cap which
was lodged against the orifice sent darts of fiery delight and urgency
through her loins.

She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through her again,
and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her weight down on him. Her
eyes closed and her mouth opened as she uttered a soft moaning cry of
wanton pleasure. The thick knob stretched her vaginal lips wider than
they'd ever been stretched before, and then, with a sudden sliding
motion, it was inside her, and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the
entire knob of his cockhead.

Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was throbbing with
rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly
overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.

But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious
flames that were flickering in Melanie's belly were excruciating, and
she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh
inside her hungry sex chasm.

She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent
desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ. For an instant,
her tight, glove-like channel resisted the thick, turgid stem of his
impossibly long sword.

Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie's eyes bulged as
she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of having her entire
bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating manmeat.

Jarvis' huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and banged
against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming pussy lips
clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns were resting in
her brother's lap.

Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring the
sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick cock. Then,
she tentatively began to move.

Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her
unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft
of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his
lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.

He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He
had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the
sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while,
she would reach the point where he could man-handle her at will, and she
would enjoy every moment of it. But, for the time being, she was still
frightened and in awe of the unusual sensations that were stealing
through her for the first time.

"Oh, my sweet sister, you're so honeyed and warm and tight up there!"
Jarvis gasped in fervent tones.

He ran his fingers up her side and caressed and played with her breasts,
tickling the nipples with his cuticles.

He began to slowly, cautiously, oscillate his hips, stirring his
throbbing log inside of her. Melanie gasped as the movement sent darts
of pure ecstasy through her. The slightest movement of the bulging tool
within her sensitive, silken chasm sent bursts of intense pleasure
coursing through her body. With a sob of awakening pleasure, she slowly
lifted herself off his lap, letting a couple of inches of his rigid,
slippery cock squelch out of her. Then, she sat back, taking the entire
length inside of her again. A shock of exquisite rapture tore through
her and she cried out loud in astonished ecstasy. Eagerly, she lifted
her hips higher into the air this time and dropped her weight upon him
hard, impaling herself wantonly on his uptight spear. It felt so good
she nearly screamed! She began to bounce on him with abandon, swiveling
her hips and churning her heated insides with his tumescent ramrod.

Jarvis groaned in delight as she began to pump his solid truncheon with
her hot, sweet sleeve. He dropped his hands from her bouncing, jiggling
breasts and gripped onto her hips, guiding her down onto him. At the
same time, he began to draw back his hips and hump them forward lewdly,
driving into her deeply each time she came down on him. Melanie didn't
mind his actions in the least. No sirree, she was adapting to the
sensations of getting fucked like a fish to water! Jarvis grinned
lewdly. Hell, his sister was one of the hottest little sluts he'd ever
come across!

He began to hammer his pelvis back and forth vigorously, stabbing his
dick up into her heavenly chasm again and again. Melanie was groaning
and screeching with glee, her suckling cuntal lips making loud,
squelching noises as they clutched and released the pounding base of his
cock.

"Yeah, Melanie honey, feels good, doesn't it?" Jarvis moaned, looking up
at her with hot green eyes.

"Y-YES!" she gasped brokenly, "S-SO GOOD! MMMMMM!"

Her canopied bed was beginning to creak and bounce noisily, and out of
the corner of his eye, Jarvis caught sight of their reflection in the
mirror. Hell, it turned him on to watch his lovely blonde sister
bouncing wantonly up and down on his cock! He had never been so fucking
horny in his life!

He gave a low salacious growl and gripped tight hold of his sister's
waist, skewering her deeply on his dick.

"Hold still, babe," he ordered huskily, and Melanie obediently stopped
squirming, panting with exertion and desire.

With his entire, rock-hard truncheon imbedded completely in her aching
snatch, Jarvis rolled the two of them over so that Melanie was lying on
her back on the bed and her lusty older brother was nestled on top of
her.

Luxuriantly, he stirred his massive rod in her depths, savoring the
sweet, tight, hot tunnel of flesh. He slid his hands down and gripped
her beneath the knees, slowly bending them forward. He placed her ankles
over his shoulders and slid his arms around her legs, planting his hands
on the bed on either side of her head.

He stared down into her beautiful, flushing features, framed by the
disheveled golden halo of her hair, and his belly knotted with white-hot
coals of lust. He gave a low growl of passionate need and backed his ass
away from her, drawing his rigid ramrod almost all the way out of her
cunt.

Then, he knifed forward with a bestial grunt, slamming his dick into her
hard, their bellies mashing together. Melanie's features contorted in a
grimace of delight and she gave a soundless gasp of passion. Her hands
flew up and grabbed onto his thick, bullish neck, digging into it in a
frenzy of lust, and she began to undulate her hips wantonly, swishing
them from side to side and churning his long rod deep inside her sweetly
honeyed interior.

"I'm gonna fuck you real good now, honey," he breathed hoarsely, his
green eyes flashing with prurient fervor, "I'm gonna show you what it
feels like to be a woman!"

He began to pump rhythmically, gradually increasing the force and
frequency of his strokes. His big wet balls slapped noisily against her
buttocks each time he slammed against her. Melanie's breath rushed from
her lungs in little whimpers and gasps each time she felt her big
brother's prick slice up inside of her, deliciously chaffing the
sensitized sides of her slick, sweet tunnel.

Flutters of passionate joy began to accelerate in the girl's quaking
loins, and her mind began to reel with lust.

"OOOOH! OOOOH! J-JARVIS! I - I THINK IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN!
AAAAAH!" she screamed, bucking her hips wildly.

"You going to come, baby? You gonna pump your sweet juices around my
pounding prick?" her brother panted.

"Y-YE-E-E-S! AAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, tossing her head violently from
side to side.

Molten lava seemed to seethe through the lower part of her body, rolling
over her nerve endings and setting them on fire. Her cunt convulsively
sucked and quivered around Jarvis' ramrod which plunged in and out of
her harder and harder, faster and faster.

Jarvis shuddered in delight as he felt the tight, clasping sleeve of her
heated cuntal furrow squeeze and milk the pumping shaft of his cock, and
he felt the sweet, unctuous liquid sluice around his quivering,
lust-thickened joint as his sister came and came and came!

From the sound of the sobs and cries she was making, Jarvis realized
that Melanie was having one helluva powerful multiple orgasm, and he
relentlessly continued to grind his hips back and forth, driving his
dick in and out of her sweet hole, stuffing her to the brim with his
long, hard pecker.

Melanie's senses were whirling. The feelings that flooded through her
body were so intense. She moaned and gasped with joy, her body
shuddering as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity rippled through
her pussy.

Jarvis swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his strokes,
grinding to a stop.

Then, he slowly drew his prick out of her aching, oozing cunt. The long
fat slab of meatiness flapped up against his washboard rippling belly
with a moist slapping sound. His eyes were still blazing with lust.

He bent down and kissed Melanie on the lips, stroking her trembling body
with his hands soothingly.

She opened her eyes, and they were a dark, hot blue, like a troubled sea
in a storm.

"You want me to stop, honey?" he asked huskily, "You had enough?"

Melanie shuddered and shook her head dumbly, her eyes pleading for his
cock. He grinned wolfishly, always ready to oblige a woman with a need
for a good, long fuck session.

But Melanie had one more virginal orifice he wanted to explore.

"Turn over on your belly, baby," he ordered huskily.

Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis' eyes greedily swept down to the
full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He ran his fingers
down her back and dug them into the pliant, shimmering mounds of flesh.
Spreading them apart, he revealed the sweet winking rosette of her
unviolated asshole. It was pink and puckered and looked incredibly
tight.

Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was inches away
from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm buns. He blew hot air
between the quivering butt cheeks, and slowly leaned forward. Puckering
his lips, he pressed them against the quivering bunghole, letting her
buttocks close about his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and
swiped it over the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it,
his heart hammering violently in his chest.

Melanie's body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of pleasure.
Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had never imagined
could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his tongue back and forth
rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the puckered maw, inserting it
slowly into the tight, clenching muscle until it slid into the blazing,
clutching interior of her colon.

A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie's throat and she lifted
her ass instinctively, giving her libidinous brother easier access to
her sweet nether chasm. Jarvis eagerly snaked his tongue back and forth,
driving it almost two inches into her slick, pungent furrow and pulling
it back again. From the manner in which she reacted to this ass
tonguing, Jarvis could tell that sodomizing his sister wasn't going to
be all that difficult.

He lifted his head abruptly and scooted up on the bed.

"Get up on your hands and knees, Melanie," he ordered huskily.

Trembling with erotic anticipation, she complied, lifting her sweet,
pale little ass in the air and spreading her legs instinctively.

Jarvis peeled back the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing her puckered
anus, gleaming with his saliva and winking spasmodically. His pecker
jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling the bulging,
slippery knob of his prick between her pillowy butt cheeks until it
pressed against the tight mouth of her anus.

Then, he gripped her firmly about the middle and braced himself. He knew
that her asshole was damned tight, and that it would probably hurt her a
lot when he first penetrated her. The best thing to do, he decided, was
to give her the full treatment as fast as possible.

He took a deep breath and then, with a savage grunt, the muscles in his
arms bulging as he gripped her waist hard, Jarvis slammed his hips
forward. For an instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted the
lusty onslaught, and then it was stretched wide apart as the huge slab
of slick, heated manmeat rammed ten inches inside Melanie's blazing,
ravaged innards.

Melanie's eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly ripped
rudely through her bowels. Then, she uttered a piercing, frantic scream.

"J-JARVIS! Y-YOU'RE KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed
frantically.

Jarvis nestled his hips against her shuddering buns, stirring his cock
deep inside her guts. He felt her throbbing, agonized sphincter muscle
spasmodically clenching and releasing the enormous obstacle that had so
rudely intruded into her virginal anal passageway.

"Relax, honey, just relax and it will start to feel better," Jarvis said
soothingly to his sobbing sister.

At first, she had struggled, trying to break away from him, but her
powerfully built brother was no match for her. He held her in a viselike
grip, imbedding the entire length of his gigantic truncheon to the root
inside of her. Jarvis shuddered, the flaming, satiny membranes of her
rectal chute sluicing around the pulsating thickness of his manhood.

Then, he began to move, slowly. He backed up several inches and pumped
back into her, gently stirring his rod in her violated intestines. He
drove in and out, pulling a little more of his dick out of her each
time, pushing into her a little harder each time.

Melanie's frantic sobs began to abate, suddenly. Now she was gasping and
giving little startled whimpers of awakening pleasure. A strange, dark,
billowing sensation began to course through her bowels, a peculiar
ecstasy. The sharp pains had evaporated, and she was suddenly becoming
consumed by incredibly exciting sensations. She began to mewl in
delight, and hot fires of desire raged furiously through her body. She
arched her back and began to instinctively push her trembling buttocks
back against Jarvis' body.

Jarvis felt her respond and gave a low, contented growl. Gripping her
hips hard, he backed out until all but the barbed knob of his pecker
were freed from her tight, clenching anal passageway. Then, with a
savage grunt, he pounded back into her. Melanie screamed, but it was a
scream of pure pleasure. She wanted it. She wanted that thick, brutal
pole battered deep inside her simmering, suckling asshole.

And Jarvis was eager to oblige. Grunts of animalistic passion spraying
from between his clenched teeth, he began to pound into her hard,
slamming his huge mauler deep inside her, his libidinous fires blazing
in his loins, his head beginning to swim with uncontrollable lust.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. Gasping with masculine pleasure,
he slammed in and out of his sister's constricting asshole with all his
might. Each time he banged into her, a bone-rattling shudder rushed
through Melanie's body and she groaned in ecstasy.

"OOOH, HELL, HONEY! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! I'M GONNA BLAST YOU FULL
OF MY JUICE, BABY! AARRRRGH!"

He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt
inside of her, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body.
His big balls tightened and boiled over, and hot, heavy jets of jism
hurtled up his tubes and blasted deep into Melanie's guts, spraying her
full of his semen.

As soon as she felt the hot liquid spatter deep inside of her, Melanie
felt her stomach flip-flop with excitement, and a gush of searing
pleasure coursed through her. She gave an impassioned shriek, bucking
back against Jarvis' lusty strokes, coming again and again, in her ass
and in her cunt, her entire body blazing with promiscuous libidinous
delight.

The incestuous siblings lay in one another's arms for a long time,
gasping and tingling with delicious, tired delight. The rich scent of
sex and sweat wafted into their nostrils, and they talked in low voices,
caressing one another and kissing frequently.

"Whatever we do," Jarvis said huskily, "We better not let Daddy find out
about it. I swear, he's likely to get out his shotgun and blast me full
of holes if he thought I'd laid a hand on my pretty sister!"

Melanie smiled at him voluptuously, closing her small warm fingers
around her brother's limp sticky lance.

"I want you to lay your hand on me any time you want, Jarvis, dear," she
said in a voice like melted honey, "And right now, I'd like to have
another taste of your cock. Now that I know what it's like, I'm not
about to let an opportunity like this go to waste."

She began to move her fingers up and down his slowly stiffening rod and
her horny older brother moaned in pleasure as lust rekindled in his hard
young loins. Melanie bent down and blew hot breath on Jarvis' cockhead,
and then took it slowly into her mouth and began to suck.

Jarvis closed his eyes and grinned in lascivious excitement. It was
going to be one helluva sensual afternoon!


Chapter 4


Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for
hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their
father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into
various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to
count.

Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his
children looking so tired before.

"I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at
his lovely daughter, "What did you do today which was so strenuous?"

"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him,
"Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there's nothing that
tires one so much as being bored."

She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous
smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating
on eating his supper.

"You know, Daddy," Melanie said sweetly, "Opal Wakefield is having her
debutante ball in less than a month and I've got absolutely nothing to
wear to it!"

"Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had
whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!"

"But DADDY, I wore that to Roberta Hampton's wedding! I couldn't
possibly be seen in public with an old dress!" Melanie pouted.

Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at
his son.

"Women! I don't pretend to understand their whims and niceties!" he
exclaimed, "Why a dress is considered 'old' after it's been worn once is
beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit
any time you like."

"Well, that's just it, Daddy," Melanie said, "I was wondering if you'd
let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton's shop to pick out
some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France,
and Livia Charlston's mother is getting her dress made there."

Rhett frowned and said slowly, "Well, I suppose so. I'm flying to
Oaksbury in the morning, so I won't be needing the car. But don't you go
wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don't want to hear
anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you'll be
grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn
cloth, and come right straight home!"

"Well, of course, Daddy! You don't have to be so suspicious of me!"
Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.

When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her
domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she
wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was
like to be a free woman, Melanie's appetite was ravenous. She knew she
could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father
wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.

She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and
asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent
ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had
caused it.

Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a
camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.

And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia
fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at
that huge pecker of Brutus' up close.

After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to
Dahlia,

"Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I'm ready to go into town now, and
he can bring the car around to the front of the house."

"Yes, ma'am," the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find
her hulking black stud of a lover.

Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her
make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought
that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in
a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually
transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she
looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.

Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she
darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the
front door.

Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for
her.

"No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!"
Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he
started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.

"Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan's Lake? I'm in no
hurry, and I'd love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!"

"Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says," Brutus said amiably, and
turned the car around, heading for Mulligan's Lake.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with
admiration.

He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but
she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the
material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her
wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with
a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father
would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted
to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one.
Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock
her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting
her father find out.

Brutus couldn't get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning
in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and
fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes
sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn't help stealing a look at her
revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest
looking skin he'd ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like
round firm melons, good enough to eat.

Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how
dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss's
daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.

Brutus didn't know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to
seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.

They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak
in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.

"You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?"

The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his
employer.

"Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma'am! Where you got that idea?"

"But you like Dahlia a lot, don't you, Brutus?"

The big man shrugged. "Why, sure. Dahlia's a fine woman. But I ain't
interested in her that way, ma'am. I got my own fiancée in town."

"Oh," Melanie said, "Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn
all the time?"

Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so
overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in
consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

"W-What's that, M-Miss Melanie?" he gasped hoarsely.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.

"Oh, don't look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg!
I'm not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his
mistress, don't you worry!"

Brutus gulped hard and stammered, "T-Thank you, Miss Melanie."

She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower
voice, "That is, I won't tell him if you promise to do exactly as I
say."

Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde
perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.

"Anything you say, Miss Melanie," he muttered, still in a state of
semi-shock.

"Good," she said crisply, "Because I'd like to get to know you a lot
better, Brutus!"

She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed
lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She
was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud's
legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.

Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin
area, and a shudder ran through Brutus' huge frame.

"M-Miss Melanie," he stammered hoarsely, "I - I don't think you better
do that. Your Daddy would be awful, awful mad if - if..."

His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie's
fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and
balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of
flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of
excitement and admiration.

"Ooooh, Brutus! You're so big down there, aren't you? Like a horse!"
Melanie gasped.

Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl's
fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie
thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through
his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft
of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the
flopping prong of meat out of the black dude's pants and gave a little
squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow
and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of
dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.

"Oh, MY, Brutus! It's even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in
the barn!" Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers
up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.

"I - In the barn?" Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.

"Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on
in the barn yesterday afternoon," Melanie said with a giggle, "But don't
worry, Brutus, Daddy's not going to find out. I'm a clever young lady,
and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!"

The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young
blonde's commands.

They were nearing Mulligan's Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in
the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area
was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.

Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided
that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to
have with Brutus before going into town.

"Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car
into it and park for a while, will you please?"

"Yes, ma'am," Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.

The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length
of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his
lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot,
unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the
prettiest, sexiest white girl he'd ever laid eyes on was practically
begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down
an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?

Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an
enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it
somewhat.

Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus' shirt,
unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine
pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his
mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils
of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed
her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she
lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus'
masculine black body.

The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who
was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across
his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue
briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of
dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his
prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.

Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled
to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against
the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and
sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his
manhood.

The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue
around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up
the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid
flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.

She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed
against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave
a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching
down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie's silken blonde
tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging,
mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.

Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the
tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let
the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her
wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws
were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the
effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie
loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick,
unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish
excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up
and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed
his balls.

Brutus clamped his hand on the back of her head, giving a low cry of
animalistic desire. He was becoming delirious with desire, and began to
pump his powerful hips up and down, feeding his throbbing staff into
Melanie's willing mouth.

The perky blonde gagged slightly as the barbed tip of his mammoth
truncheon lodged suddenly in the back of her throat, but, remembering
Dahlia's sword-swallowing prowess, her determination to do better
sexually than the mulatto wench persevered, and she gulped hard, tears
coming to her eyes which bulged when she felt the gigantic length of
black manmeat begin to squelch deep into her constricting gullet.

Brutus howled in pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his horsedick
slide into the incredibly tight, satiny wetness of Melanie's mouth and
throat. He bucked his pelvis frantically and shoved down on the back of
the blonde girl's head with his hand until her upturned nose was
flattened against his wiry pubic bush. Then, he released his hand in
horror, realizing that he had just rammed his huge dick to the root in
his white boss's sixteen year old daughter's throat.

Melanie pulled back her head just enough to allow herself a gulp of air,
and then she began to bob up and down, sucking noisily, deep-throating
the big slab of black meat again and again.

She hummed in delight, swirling her tongue around the pulsating shaft,
circling her lips about the base and sucking wantonly. She felt his meat
vibrate and grow hotter and hotter as unbridled lust fanned through his
lusty masculine loins.

But Melanie didn't want Brutus to shoot his wad in her mouth. She wanted
to feel him ensconced in her hot, aching cuntal sheath, which was
dripping and twitching with excitement as she gave Brutus a terrific
blow job.

She lifted her head and released the stiff, dark sex tool. It stood
straight up from Brutus' lap, shuddering and gleaming with Melanie's
saliva.

Then, Melanie raised her warm, sensuous blue eyes to Brutus' face,
parting her wet, pink lips slightly. She reached for the top of her
dress and pulled out the full, pale lobes of her breasts, releasing them
from the low cleavage she had purposely worn.

Brutus' eyes bulged as he gaped down at the high, proud white tits that
pointed up at him, capped by large, reddish brown knobs with turreting
nipples. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the creamy smooth flesh
of her melon-shaped knockers, and the big black stud couldn't resist
reaching out and clamping his hand around the swollen bowls of flesh. He
squeezed them hard, mashing the palms of his hands against the aching
nipples, licking his lips in excitement.

"Do you want to fuck me, Brutus?" Melanie breathed as she wriggled
against his hands, thrusting her tits against him lasciviously.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," he croaked finally, his dark brown eyes burning with
lust.

"Good," she said, "Because I want to feel that huge black meat stuffed
deep inside my pussy!"

She hiked her dress up lewdly around her waist, revealing her sweet
creamy thighs and the glistening lambent triangular patch of hair on her
pouting muff.

Melanie spread her legs salaciously, exposing the pink, swollen lips of
her vulva and the gleaming, oozing entryway to her bower of bliss. She
was wet and hot down there, ready for sex.

Melanie scrambled onto the seat and planted her hands on Brutus' broad
shoulders, straddling his hips suddenly. With a little whimper of
anticipation, she slowly lowered herself upon him.

The black stud dropped his hands from her tits and slid them lewdly over
the succulent curves of her buns, gripping her firmly about the hips and
guiding her down upon the rigid upright tip of his blazing sex organ.

Melanie threw back her head and gave a little sobbing moan of pleasure
when she felt the huge wet knob bump against her quivering, slickened
pussy lips, spreading them apart as the black dude steadily pushed her
down in his lap. Her eyes snapped open as the thick rubbery tool began
to gradually slide up inside of her. Her cuntal canal was stretched
impossibly as inch after thick, corrugated inch slid into the furnace
hot sweetness of her vaginal sheath. Convulsive tremors of wanton
pleasure wracked her body as the gargantuan corona battered finally
against her cervix, stretching it as far as it could go. Her entire body
on fire, Melanie found herself nestling in the lap of the hulking
chauffeur, the enormous thickness of his obscenely erect phallus
imbedded in her hot, buttery chute.

Melanie gave a whimper of unadulterated pleasure, her nipples swollen
and aching with sensual delight, and she began to bounce up and down,
letting the long thick joint squelch in and out of her tight, sucking
glove-like interior.

"Yeah, Miss Melanie, that's fine! Ride that black meat, baby! Yeah!"
Brutus began to mumble thickly, pumping his hips back and forth, jamming
his sex-thickened tool deep into the gorgeous blonde nymphomaniac's hot,
twitching pussy.

Melanie gasped and lowered her face on his, pressing her sweet pink lips
to his big sensual black mouth. Brutus growled in bestial pleasure,
clamping his mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily. His thick pink
tongue plied into Melanie's mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He kneaded her tits with his big hands, catching the ripe nipples
between his coarse forefingers and thumbs and tweaking them lewdly. At
the same time, he humped his hips lustfully up and down as Melanie
deliriously rode his big horsedick, her body wriggling, her big knockers
jouncing, little squeals and mewls of delight fluttering from her lips.


Chapter 5


"Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Melanie screeched, oscillating her
hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud's long, stiff pecker.

The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl's middle
and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull
in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven
inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie's tight, clutching
glove-like abyss.

The black limousine creaked and bounced on its axles as the burly black
dude violently churned his pelvis to and fro, driving his thick joint to
the balls into the blonde girl's aching pussy, swiveling his hips and
savoring the sensation of having his stiff tool encased with silken
sweetness.

Melanie's big, jutting breasts bounced and flopped together before his
eyes, the ripe, strawberry-hued nipples swollen and aching in lust.
Bending forward, he affixed his thick, sensuous lips to one of her
round, silver dollar sized nipples and sucked it greedily as he
continued to pump his prick in and out of Melanie's hot twat.

Melanie gave a high pitched shriek of frenzied passion, tossing her
blonde hair from side to side as she rode faster and faster on the
bulging tumescence which stretched and battered her insides.

"OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!" she gasped brokenly, "I - I'M GOING TO COME!!
AAAAIEEE!"

She screamed in delirious ecstasy, her face contorted with passion as
white-hot blasts of explosive pleasure wracked her hungry, cock-loving
loins. She bounced frantically on the bloated penis, her cuntal walls
spasming, her hot, unctuous juices flowing copiously around the sides of
Brutus' prick.

"AAWWW, ma'am, I - I is gonna come too, oh YES! YES, LADY, YES!
AARRRRGH!" Brutus roared, his white teeth gleaming as he snarled in
sensual excitement.

He gripped Melanie tightly about the hips and brought her down violently
on top of his quivering pecker, lifting his hips clean off the car seat
and ramming as deeply inside the pretty blonde sixteen year old as he
could. Great spasms of lust wracked his powerfully built, masculine
body, and Melanie whimpered as she felt the huge shaft of his dick
expand and convulse in orgasmic ecstasy.

Thick spurts of hot, juicy jism sprayed from his piss-slit, blasting
deep into her hungry, quaking womb, filling her up with his pungent,
heavy seed. Brutus groaned and shuddered, slowly, luxuriously, humping
his hips back and forth, continuing to squirt blast after blast of semen
into the white slut's belly.

Shuddering in ecstasy, they ground to a stop, and Melanie dropped limply
against the big black stud's body, laying her head on his shoulder and
panting loudly, mewling in regret as she felt his thick tool begin to
shrink inside of her.

The musky scent of sweat and sex filled the close space of the car like
incense.

After a while, Melanie raised her head, her eyes twinkling, and she said
in mocking tones, "Why, Brutus, you black devil you! Fancy taking
advantage of a vulnerable white lady when she's alone!"

Brutus grinned wolfishly at her, feeling bold, and said huskily, "Any
time dis white lady wants to be taken advantage of, dis black devil is
ready and willing!"

"Well," said Melanie with a sigh, sliding into her seat, "I'm all messed
up now!"

She glanced out the window at the lake, a shimmering body of cool, clear
water. There was no one to be seen any where around, and Melanie had a
sudden idea.

"Listen, Brutus," she said quickly, "I'm going to take a quick dip in
the lake, to clean myself off, and then we'll head for town, O.K.?"

"You're the boss, Miss Melanie," Brutus drawled, tucking his long, lusty
manhood away in his pants.

Melanie opened the door and scampered out, shedding her clothing and
jumping into the cool water with a squeal of delight. She frolicked in
the water for quite a while, splashing it over her body and rinsing away
the sweat and love juice that had been the result of the hot sex tussle
in which she had just participated.

From the car, Brutus watched with glowing, appreciative eyes. He shook
his head in wonder, grinning salaciously. Shee-it, she was one helluva
gorgeous, sexy little bitch! He sure was lucky to get a piece of that
gorgeous ass before it belonged to someone. And he had no doubt that
Melanie would some day find a man who could take care of her sensual
appetite. At least, she'd keep on searching until she found him.

When Melanie scampered naked back to the car, she looked flushed and
excited and happy.

"Do you have a towel or something, Brutus?" she gasped, shivering, goose
bumps puckering on her creamy white flesh.

Brutus bent over and fished around in the back seat and came up with a
piece of cloth which sufficed for the moment, and Melanie patted herself
dry before scrambling into her clothes and plopping into the seat beside
Brutus, fresh and clean as a daisy.

"Let's get going, Brutus! I have some shopping to do!" she said
brightly.

As they pulled into town, the traffic got backed up, and crowds of
people were to be seen on the streets.

Melanie frowned and exclaimed, "Why, what on earth is going on here?"

"It's him, ma'am," Brutus said, pointing to a poster on a lamp post.

It was a large picture of a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, with a
caption that read: "Hardman stands for Integrity. Vote Democratic!"

"Oh, a political speech," Melanie said, wrinkling her nose, "I don't
know why the silly man even bothers. Daddy's going to win the election,
everyone knows that."

Brutus cast a sidelong glance at Melanie, repressing a grin. Secretly,
he was hoping that Lance Hardman would win the election. Hardman was a
strong supporter of civil rights and pro-black laws, the type of
governor a backward Southern state like this one badly needed. On the
other hand, Wilkerson stood for the old-fashioned values and bigotries
which Hardman was seeking to conquer.

"Well, this traffic is absolutely impossible!" Melanie exclaimed
petulantly, "And it's only a few blocks to Mr. Klinton's shop! Pull over
to the curb, Brutus and let me out. Meet me in front of the shop in an
hour."

She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to do, and said
slowly, "No, make that two hours, Brutus."

The black stud raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"That should give you plenty of time to try on lots an' lots of dresses,
ma'am," he drawled with a twinkle in his eye.

Melanie made a face at him and giggled, jumping out of the car and
disappearing in the crowd.

Mr. Klinton's dress shop was practically empty. Everyone had gone out to
hear Lance Hardman's speech, and the disgruntled shop keepers were left
without customers. So, Mr. Klinton was delighted when Melanie Wilkerson,
one of his better customers, tripped in to see him.

He showed her the line of expensive silks just imported from France, and
Melanie surveyed them for a long while, picking two she liked; one a
soft mauve, the other a delicate blue.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and said brightly, "Well, I'll take
those, Mr. Klinton. I'll be back next week to discuss patterns and all.
You can just bill my father, of course. Oh, can you please save the
material for me? I don't want to walk around carrying a heavy bag."

"But of course I can, Miss Wilkerson," Mr. Klinton said eagerly, "You
are welcome in my shop any time. Any time at all! And I think your
choices are superb! The blue especially will complement your beautiful
eyes!"

"Why, thank you, Mr. Klinton! How sweet of you to say so," Melanie
simpered, and flounced out of the shop.

She strolled down the street, trying to keep out of the way of the
jostling crowds who were struggling toward the depot where Lance Hardman
was making his speech. She found herself making her way in that
direction, and climbing onto the porch of the general store, she had a
good view of the stage upon which the ambitious politician was perched.

They had just set up a microphone for him, and Hardman began his speech.
He had a stirring, confident voice, and he said intelligent, reassuring
things which the crowd seemed to like. But Melanie knew the politics
racket backward and forward. All politicians began sounding alike,
whatever their party line, and she knew for a fact that they promised
the moon without any intention at all of carrying through their
promises.

Her eyes roved through the crowds, picking out attractive men. Her cunt
was deliciously aching from the hard, rugged fuck session she'd just
undergone with her father's black servant. But the sex had merely
whetted her sensual appetite. She was awakening to the delights of
womanhood, and meant to savor every moment of it.

She sighed, after a while, getting bored. It was a hot day, even on the
shade of the porch, and all the people and the dust made her feel
claustrophobic. She tilted her head back and looked restlessly around.
Her eyes were suddenly riveted on the sight of a young man on the
balcony of a building directly across from her.

She saw that it was a rooming house. The fellow was leaning on his arms
against the balcony railing, so that all she could see of him was his
face, which was resting on his arms. He was listening to Lance Hardman,
but there was a cynical smile on his handsome young face.

And he was very, very handsome indeed. He had short blond hair and eyes
that were a deep sapphire blue, set in a rugged, darkly tanned face.
Melanie had never been so immediately attracted to a young man before.

She hesitated for only a moment, and then, setting her head with
determination, made her way quickly across the street to the boarding
house. The door was open, because the proprietress was standing on the
porch, listening to the speech. Without a pause, Melanie marched inside
and climbed the stairs to the second floor. A quick series of
calculations made her determine that the room which led onto the balcony
was to the left of the stairwell.

Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and was delighted to
find that the door was not locked. She sauntered in. It was a modest
room with two single beds, comfortable but not opulent. A door opened
out onto the balcony, and Melanie could see the young man still leaning
against the railing, looking down.

From behind he looked very attractive, too. He was wearing a
short-sleeved shirt and tight corduroy pants, and his figure looked
splendid. He was about six feet tall and well-built, with strong legs, a
small tight ass and a broad, powerful chest. Melanie quivered in
excitement, and, taking a deep breath, she sauntered to the door,
stepping onto the balcony and casually wandered over beside the young
man, leaning over the railing and glancing down.

"Are you really listening to that boring man's speech?" she said
petulantly.

The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue
eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came
over his face.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, "My!
You look as though you've just seen a ghost!"

"I am sorry, ma'am," he said with a courtly bow, "I didn't hear you come
in."

"I know," she said impishly, "I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you
standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company."

He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.

"I would be glad of your company any time, Miss...?"

"Just call me Melanie," she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at
him, "And what might I call you?"

"My name's Randy," the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly
up and down her figure.

Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together
and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, "I don't know why
everyone's so interested in that man Hardman. He's not going to win the
election. Do you think he is?"

Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, "Well, I'm rather biased,
I'm afraid. I don't want to scare you away, honey, but I think it's only
right to let you know. I'm Randy Hardman, and that's my father!"

Now it was Melanie's turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome
young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her
laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.

"I know it's a funny coincidence," Randy chuckled, "I hope you'll
forgive me my family."

"It's funnier than you can imagine," Melanie giggled, but she didn't let
him in on her part of the secret.

"Anyway," she said with a smile, "You're very nice and very handsome and
I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you."

"My dear young lady," Randy said huskily, "The feeling is absolutely
mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it's very flattering to be admired by
the prettiest young woman I've ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling
your leg, ma'am. You are an absolute angel! But I can't get over the
feeling that I've seen you before, somewhere."

"Perhaps you have," she said, with a twinkle, "But all I'm interested in
is now."

She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic
ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned
on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in
her hot blue eyes.

Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid
his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and
kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against
one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her
arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.

Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her
ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie
gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log
of his cock press against her belly.

She quivered quiescently when Randy's groping fingers found the zipper
in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.

He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the
lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop
in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.

He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious
blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong
hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling
pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his
thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her
slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and
between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons
veneris.

Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers
feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips
of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the
cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and
forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers
between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he
felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered
the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it
skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie's
middle.

She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his
hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry
loins.

Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding
his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long,
athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob,
slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of
flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he
hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.

Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie's trembling body. The
handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist
playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate
ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.

Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful
blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the
boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened
between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine
scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in
the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery
petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her
slit.

Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her
throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His
hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full,
marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.

Below them, Lance Hardman's voice was ringing out loud and clear.

"And furthermore," he boomed, "No man in this state shall go hungry!
Every mouth shall be fed!"

He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on
the honeyed box of his opponent's lovely young daughter.

Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering
moan of pleasure as Randy's hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her
sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering
body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy
against the hungry young man's eager face. She ran her fingers through
his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.

After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her
with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her
honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.

He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his
tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back,
feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his
shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching
for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and
quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.

Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie's warm
blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young
body.

He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown
hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a
slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.

From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen
reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus' gargantuan horsedick, but
certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten
inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with
passion-bloated veins.

Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the
hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery
stem.

Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently
pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing
their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in
delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt
his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.

Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear,
digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he whispered hotly into her ear.

Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.

"What, and miss your father's speech entirely? For shame, young man! We
can make love here, on the porch," she said mischievously.

She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high,
pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide
and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.

Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between
her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick
quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.

Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by
the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap
against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.

Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy
shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly
spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.

He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly,
he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her
pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he
felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of
her pussy.

Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she
pushed back against Randy Hardman's muscular thighs, skewering herself
on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.

Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his
turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's love
chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her
buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes,
pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it
to the hilt inside again.

He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken
body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her
tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles
and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure
through Melanie's body.

Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly
exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply
into the blonde slut's cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her,
a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked
back wantonly to meet his thrusts.

Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate
hyperbole.

"When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a
pinnacle of glory..."

"AAAAH, AAAAH, R-RANDY, I'M CU-U-U-UMING!" Melanie gasped, her body
writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.

Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the
gorgeous hussy's body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at
and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his
thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.

"Oh, YEAH, baby, here I come," he breathed hoarsely into her ear, "I'm
gonna blast you full with my juice! AAARRRGH!"

Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into
her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with
hose-like intensity, and Randy's fingers dug deeply into her breasts as
convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young
body.

Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering,
their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm.
Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, "Hardman!
Hardman for Governor!" echoing in their ringing ears.

Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie's sopping
pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips
hungrily.

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.

"I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes
barging in here," she said.

They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes
full of love and desire.

As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the
lips.

"May I see you again?" he said hotly.

"Yes," she breathed, "If you want to."

"I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don't even know your
last name, or your address."

Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a
pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and
tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.

Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He
heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.

Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She
had written: "Melanie Wilkerson" in bold letters across the top of the
paper, followed by her address and phone number.

Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie
had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the
papers.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered.


Chapter 6


Melanie's erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest
imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I've
not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst
enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with
the handsome young man...

Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine
afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond
and a long, luxurious bout of hot sex.

This liaison had been rapidly followed by others. In fact, there was
rarely a day that the two young lovers didn't arrange to meet some how.
Both of their fathers were almost always busy with the final stages of
their heated campaigns, and had little time to keep track of their
offspring's movements.

Melanie knew that she had at last found the man with whom she could
build a life, but she was not yet ready to give up her independence.
What Randy didn't know about her other erotic exploits wouldn't hurt
him, she decided. So, whenever an opportunity arose for her to broaden
her sexual horizons, she did not turn it down just because she happened
to be in love with Randy Hardman.

One afternoon, several days after the meeting with Lance Hardman's son,
Melanie stumbled into a scene which really expanded her sexual horizons
considerably.

She had informed her brother that she was going to a double feature in
town with her best friend, India Shilton. This was untrue. She had
planned to meet Randy for a clandestine sexual encounter that afternoon,
but to her great disappointment, he was required by his father to
accompany the would be governor on to a meeting of Young Democrats, so
she came on home at once, petulant and unfulfilled.

As she flounced up the stairs to the second floor of the Wilkerson's
spacious house, Melanie immediately became aware of muffled noises from
a room at the end of the hall. It sounded like a woman gasping and
crying out.

Puzzled, she hurried down the hall toward the sound. She quickly figured
out that the noises were coming from her brother, Jarvis' room, and she
also decided that the noises were those of love-making.

Her heart pounding, Melanie slowly turned the knob of the door and
pushed it slightly open, peering in. What she saw made her gasp in shock
and excitement.

Dahlia was seated on her brother's bed, stark naked, her ripe brown
bosoms glistening with saliva.

Jarvis Wilkerson was on his knees before her, his head bobbing rapidly
up and down as he noisily sucked and lapped at her wide open, oozing
black pussy. The buxom mulatto wench was mewling and gasping in
excitement, hunching her hips forward lewdly.

Seated next to her on the bed was a hulking, brawny brute of a white
man. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand,
squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.

It was Les Tyborg. Known as "The Bull" by his buddies, the gigantic
brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute
physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up
in the state's weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback
for the college team.

At twenty, he was an enormous brute of a man, standing six foot three
and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, hard muscle. His
brawny chest was covered with curly ringlets of reddish gold hair, and
his biceps bulged like melons on his powerful arms.

What made Melanie gasp aloud now was the sight of the monstrosity that
jutted up from between Les' wide spread, heavily muscled legs. The
enormous tower of red-hot, rock-hard flesh and gristle turreted mightily
into the air, bulging with lust, a quivering drop of come shimmering on
the pouting glans.

Dahlia had reached out and closed her warm, soft fingers around the base
of the shaft, and her little hand could barely fit around half of the
enormously thick appendage. Now Melanie knew the true origin of Les'
nickname of "The Bull!" He was absolutely the most well-hung man in the
county, with an incredibly thick, foot long pecker that wouldn't say
die.

Now, his smoldering gray eyes raked over the mulatto woman's dusky,
mahogany hued figure, and he smirked in crude excitement while his
buddy, Melanie's brother, continued to slurp and suck at Dahlia's
shuddering, squelching pussy.

"Am I intruding" Melanie said in a silvery voice, flouncing in the room.

Jarvis lifted his head abruptly, his face smeared with Dahlia's unctuous
juices, and Les and the black woman both jumped, their eyes round with
surprise.

Melanie fixed her eyes on Les Tyborg's ruggedly handsome face, and she
said sweetly, "Now, don't you think two girls would make you men feel a
lot better than only one?"

Her hands flew to her blouse and began to unbutton it quickly. In a
matter of seconds, she had shed the garment, revealing her protruding,
pink-tipped jugs. She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before the bed
in only her pink, lacy panties.

Sauntering over to Les, she said easily to her brother, "Keep on eating,
Jarvis dearest, don't mind me."

The handsome dark-haired youth grinned wolfishly at his sister and
dropped his head again between Dahlia's dusky thighs, sucking and laving
at her hot, juicy twat.

Melanie perched on one of Les Tyborg's knees and wrapped her arms around
the back of his thick, bullish neck. She tilted back her head and looked
at him with mocking blue eyes.

"Do you like me, Les?" she breathed sensuously.

He grinned lewdly at her and said huskily, "You better believe it,
baby!"

"Then, do with me as you please!"

The big quarterback needed no further encouragement. His huge hands ran
over the front of Melanie's body, grabbing and pinching her full,
throbbing breasts. Melanie shuddered as she felt the strength in his
big, hamlike hands. A light squeeze sent darts of mingled pain and
pleasure coursing through her, and she knew he had the power to crush
her to death in his powerful arms, if he so desired.

There was something thrilling about being caressed by a man with that
kind of brute strength. She wanted to feel him all over, to explore his
brawny masculinity, before she allowed him to batter her sweet, pliant
young body with his cruel, heavy bulk.

She bent down and pressed her mouth against his hard lips, kissing him
sensuously, her full, sweet lips feathering across his.

With a low lubricious growl, the big stud wrapped his arms around her
slender body and mashed his mouth hungrily to hers, nearly squeezing the
breath out of her as he probed her mouth with his long, thick, wriggling
tongue.

Pressing against his burly chest, Melanie pushed away from him, finally
breaking their kiss, and laughed breathlessly.

"My, Les Tyborg! You are a beast!" she gasped, her blue eyes glowing
with appreciation.

She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and bent down, pressing her
lips against his chest. She rained kisses across his torso, and began to
lash out her tongue, tangling it in the thick curls of hair that whorled
across his chest. She lapped at each of his hard brown paps, running her
hands up his bulging lats and cooing in licentious pleasure.

Slowly, she moved down his belly, pausing to dip the tip of her tongue
into his deep navel. Then, the huge, bulging log of his cock slapped
against her cheeks and poked against her ear as her lips brushed across
the thick patch of pungently scented pubic hair that surrounded his
gargantuan pecker.

She lifted his huge, baseball-sized balls in her hand, giving a low moan
of admiration and delight as she perused them and sniffed their heady
masculine aroma. She kissed the hairy, wrinkly sack and began to tickle
it with the tip of her tongue, drawing it back and forth in rapid
licking motions.

A jerk of pure pleasure rocked Les' powerful, heavily muscled body and
he gave a growl of delight, running his big fingers through Melanie's
lambent golden tresses.

"Yeah, baby, lick my fuckin' balls, you little slut," he snarled, his
gray eyes gleaming with animalistic lust.

Melanie caught the wrinkly flesh between her teeth and sucked and
worried it gently, flicking her tongue along the underside of his
scrotum, sending shivers of carnal excitement through the big dude's
knotted loins. Then, she reached up and grabbed onto the hugely thick
base of his steely joint with both hands, and lifted her face until it
was level with the protruding lance. Melanie's senses whirled in desire.
It was so huge, she knew it would be impossible to put it in her mouth.
Her jaws simply would not open that wide.

She puckered her lips and planted a wet, loud smooch on the gleaming
glans, thrusting out her tongue and delving into the pouting piss slit.
Then, she began to slowly, sensuously lick and suck on the cock,
flailing her tongue from side to side, taking long, hungry licks up and
down the corrugated, vein-etched sides, working away at the humongous
erection like a ravenous child licking and sucking at an ice cream cone.

"Bull" Tyborg was very pleased by what the little blonde slut was doing
between his legs. Hot fires of kindling passion were raging through his
loins, and he was breathing harshly, his muscles flexing and relaxing as
he stirred restlessly. The feathery brush strokes of her warm, silken
tongue sent bolts of electric rapture tearing through his balls and he
groaned in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Dahlia was frantically crying out and sobbing in pleasure as
Jarvis Wilkerson's dexterous tongue and sucking lips brought her to the
brink of orgasm. The Wilkerson siblings were on their knees, side by
side, orally servicing the buxom mulatto wench and the hulking football
player who sat on Jarvis' bed.

Jarvis lifted his head and watched with prurient interest as his sister
eagerly licked and sucked his friend's impressively proportioned penis.
Her puffy coral-pink lips and flicking pink tongue sent darts of
excitement through the lusty youth's body. He loved to watch a hot young
slut in action, and somehow, the sight of his own sister getting off on
a guy's prick really turned Jarvis on.

But he wanted to see something else, too.

"Hey, Melanie, honey," he said hoarsely, "Why don't you give old Les a
rest for a while and give me a hand - or rather, a head - with Dahlia
here!"

Melanie raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and Les Tyborg's
eyes sparkled in lascivious interest.

Melanie glanced doubtfully at the pretty black girl. Her eyes darted
down Dahlia's body, from the full, bouncing brown breasts to the supple
thighs. Her patch of kinky dark hair was wet and glistening with Jarvis'
saliva, and her legs were spread wide apart so Melanie had a good view
of the gleaming pink jewels of the mulatto girl's vagina.

Suddenly, Melanie's doubts were wiped away as she felt a stab of
salacious interest. Dahlia's wide-open gash looked as juicy as a peach,
begging to be sucked and licked.

With a soft cry of excitement, Melanie shuffled over on her knees beside
her brother and leaned down, pursing her lips and pressing them against
the sticky, sweet slit. She inhaled Dahlia's musky feminine scent and
flitted out her tongue, sluicing it up and down the bloated, dripping
furrow, tasting the unctuous juices that were flowing from the black
girl's middle. She felt Dahlia respond with feverish pleasure, mewling
incoherently and bucking her hips lewdly back and forth, mashing her
wet, sloppy pussy against Melanie's face.

Then, Jarvis pressed his face along side of his sister's, their cheeks
touching, and his long, wriggling tongue began to swipe over Dahlia's
cunt, too. Their flailing, laving tongues intertwined and delved deep
into the hot, pungent furrow. They took turns laving the sticky,
throbbing clitoris and fucking Dahlia's tight hole with their tongues.

Les Tyborg wasn't about to just sit there and gawk while the Wilkersons
ate out Dahlia's buttery box.

He dropped to the floor behind Melanie, and ran his big hands down the
length of her smooth, sleek back, cupping her pillowy buttocks in his
hands and squeezing them lewdly.

He drew apart the cheeks of her ass and stared greedily at the winking
pink jewel of her anus. His belly tightened as white hot coals of lust
smoldered within him. His eyes darted lower, catching sight of the
pouting, golden fringed mound of Melanie's quivering vagina.

He dropped to the floor, rolling on his back, and scooted between
Melanie's legs so that he was staring up at the spread, oozing lips of
her pink, twitching twat. Leaning up, he mashed his hungry lips against
her pussy and sucked it loudly, lashing his tongue lewdly back and forth
across the slit, digging it deeply into the crevice. Hell, did she taste
sweet and fine! He dug his thumbs into the folds of Melanie's delicate
vulva, peeling them back, and plunged his face deeply into her crotch,
thrusting out his tongue as far as it could go, driving it a couple of
inches into her deep silken sheath. As he felt it clinging convulsively
and sluicing around his tongue, the heat from her insides blasting into
his face, ripples of white-hot passion coursed through the horny young
stud's body, making his rigid cock quiver and jump.

Melanie gave a muffled moan of delight. She and Jarvis continued to
avidly eat out Dahlia's pussy, and the black girl was screaming and
bucking her hips wildly now, her juices spilling copiously onto the
flicking tongues of brother and sister as they brought her to orgasm.
Melanie lapped up the sweet fluids, shuddering as Les Tyborg's probing
tongue sent darts of hot excitement shooting through her middle.

Les suddenly pulled his face away from the blonde slut's hot pussy and
slid out from under her.

He got up on his knees, panting hard, and gripped the thick base of his
twelve inch lance. Bending it down, he guided it between Melanie's
raised ass cheeks until it slid back and forth across the slick,
dripping mouth of her hot snatch.

Melanie shuddered as she felt the huge head of Les' dick scrape against
the throbbing lips of her pussy, and she raised her ass high,
instinctively allowing him easier access to her sweet chasm of love.

"The Bull" growled in salacious appreciation, jerking his cock up, and
churning his powerful hips back and forth until the thick head banged
against the tight, squelching maw to her sweet, honeyed recesses.
Melanie shuddered. It felt as though he were grinding his fist against
the opening to her vaginal chute. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and
shudders of expectant excitement and some trepidation swept through her
uncontrollably.

Les slowly edged forward, pumping his pelvis to and fro, swiveling his
hips as he thrust against the resisting mouth of the cuntal orifice.

He gave a savage grunt of pleasure as he felt her tender flesh began to
stretch to accept his enormous truncheon. Melanie's eyes shot open and
bulged as she felt herself getting stretched far more than her insides
had ever been stretched before. Her jaw dropped and she shuddered in a
soundless scream as Les suddenly rammed his body forward, digging his
hands cruelly into her waist. His huge wedge of meat stuffed her vaginal
sheath full, bloating her belly as Tyborg pounded himself savagely into
her. Finally, he had forced the entire length of his twelve inch
truncheon deep into her aching, violated cunt, and was mashing his hairy
thighs against her quivering buttocks.

Melanie lifted her head from Dahlia's lap and uttered a piercing scream.
The room was reeling around her and her vision had clouded. Tumultuous
explosions were flying through her loins, flames of rapture and agony
interweaving as Les began to pump his huge poker in and out of her
impossibly tight sheath.

"Oh, yeah, baby! You're tight as a drum in there, aren't ya? And hot as
an oven!" Les growled salaciously, undulating his hips and flexing his
ass muscles as he relentlessly drove his gargantuan joint in and out of
her dripping twat.

As waves of incredible pleasure began to crash through her, Melanie
sobbed aloud in delirious delight, thrashing about, her eyes rolling
back into her head, her lips forming an 'O'. Her entire body jerked and
shuddered each time Les Tyborg rammed forward and pounded his steely
member deep into her throbbing canal.

Jarvis was staring at his sister with smoldering, excited eyes. She was
obviously really getting a brutal fucking, and loving every minute of
it! Jarvis' cock twitched with lascivious excitement.

He was worming two fingers in and out of Dahlia's cunt, jabbing them
deeply inside of her. With his free hand, he stroked his own ten inch
pecker which bulged and throbbed in front of him.

Les fucked Melanie hard for several minutes. He brought his hands to her
full, quivering butt cheeks and squeezed and patted them as he pumped
into her. Then, he peeled them back and ogled the sight of her sweet,
quivering pink rosebud of an asshole again. Hell, it turned him on to
look at that tiny orifice! He wanted to know what it felt like to bury
his massive mauler to the hilt inside her guts. He knew if he continued
to pound his pecker in and out of her honeyed, sucking vagina he would
shoot his jism really soon. And he wanted to sample her other delights
first.

With an abrupt movement, he drew the entire length of his foot long
prong out of Melanie's sopping, shuddering pussy, making a loud
squelching pop as it left her body. Melanie gave a low whimper of
regret, mewling and swiveling her hips, so hungry for cock she could
hardly stand it.

Les Tyborg didn't give her any time to cool off. He immediately
positioned the thick rubbery tip of his sopping, slippery pecker against
the puckered eye of her anus, then gripped hold of her waist and, with
an animalistic grunt, hammered his hips forward violently.

Melanie's eyes bulged as a wave of sheer, white-hot agony ripped through
her bowels. Her inflamed sphincter muscle was stretched violently as the
gigantic pole of flesh and gristle plowed deeply into her colon and
lodged itself in her quaking guts. She screamed aloud, but this time in
agony, trying desperately to pull away from the brawny brute who had so
cruelly plowed into her asshole.

But Les held her in a viselike grip, relentlessly pressing on until
every last inch of his horse-sized tumescence had disappeared inside of
her. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the circle of her clasping
sphincter muscle snap snugly around the base of his dick, and the
heated, satiny sheath formed by her rectal membranes squelch deliciously
over the pulsating sides of his pecker.

He rocked from side to side, stirring his mighty too] inside of her,
very slowly beginning to stroke back and forth, gradually increasing the
rhythm and force of the movements.

Melanie was beginning to recover from the shuddering pain which had
temporarily brought spots before her eyes and overwhelmed all of her
other senses. Her anus still ached, but a deep, dark rippling pleasure
was beginning to roll through her bowels. As Les began to pump his hips
back and forth rhythmically, the intensity of the pleasure increased
steadily, until she was yelping and gasping and sobbing in euphoric
rapture.

"You like that, don't ya, bitch? You like my fuckin' pecker rammed up
your hot tight ass, huh?"

Melanie's only response was an incoherent screech of blind pleasure, and
she bucked her hips frantically back against him, impaling herself again
and again on his gigantic ramrod.

Jarvis was so turned on by Melanie's reaction to getting sodomized by
his brutish friend that he couldn't resist getting into the action.
Scrambling down onto the floor, Jarvis rolled on his back and slid under
Melanie.

Les saw what his pal was trying to do and aided him by bodily lifting
the trembling, skewered girl and forcing her to straddle her brother's
hips. Before Melanie knew what was happening, she was being lowered upon
her lusty older brother's upright organ.

She sobbed in delight as his rock-hard ten inch dick penetrated her to
the core. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Two enormous cocks
were imbedded to the balls in her body, and two handsome young studs
were bucking their hips savagely, driving their dicks in and out of her
as fast and hard as they could.

A thin delicate membrane of flesh separated the two bulging logs of
flesh, and Melanie could feel them rubbing together as they stuffed her
completely full time and time again.

Lying on his back, Jarvis reached up and grabbed Dahlia's legs, pulling
her down on top of him so that her pussy was mashed against his mouth.
Then, he continued to eat out the black girl's throbbing cunt while he
fucked his sister hard.

Delirious with lust, Melanie reached out and gripped hold of Dahlia's
full, bouncing titties, squeezing them hard, savoring the pliant, warm
texture of the pillowy lobes.

"OOOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M GONNA COME!" Melanie shrieked suddenly.

Jarvis redoubled his efforts, lifting his hips clean off the floor and
bucking them wildly back and forth, fucking his sister as hard as he
could. At the same time, "Bull" Tyborg battered Melanie's aching rectum
violently, grunts of bestial passion spraying from between his clenched
teeth as he slammed deeply inside of her.

Melanie shrieked again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy as gushes
of white-hot orgasmic passion washed through her loins. She shuddered in
mindless rapture, coming harder and longer and more intensely than she'd
ever come before.

Les sodomized her brutally, slamming his dick in and out of her
clutching, sucking guts with feverish strokes as his vision clouded over
with lust. Suddenly, he uttered a bellow of bull-like pleasure and
skewered her completely on his foot long truncheon. Melanie whimpered in
pleasure as she felt the huge fleshy log expand and let loose with a
gut-blasting burst of hot, heavy man-juice. It fountained into her
intestines again and again, spurting her full of thick, creamy spunk.

At that moment, Jarvis gave a muffled moan of delight, shudders of
rapture convulsing his brawny young body as Melanie swooned. He spasmed
and spat, jets of semen catapulting deep into Melanie's throbbing womb.
Her insides felt bloated with cock and spunk, and when the two gasping
young studs drew their moist, shrinking dongs out of her body, Melanie
collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted from the more than
excruciating fuck session. She could hardly move she was so spent, and
Jarvis lifted her onto the bed to rest.

Then, he and Les Tyborg took turns fucking the hell out of Dahlia...


Chapter 7


The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was
becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when
she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother
constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he
would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.

Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts
of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater.
A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat.
Once, they even made it in a phone booth!

The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw
even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at
night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning
before either of his children had gotten up.

One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially
horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out
riding with his buddies.

Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the
hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but
Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss's daughter,
and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she
hadn't had many chances for repeat performances.

She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to
the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out.
Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the
waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the
ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting
through the pieces of wood like butter.

Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his
mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her
groin, and she called sweetly, "Brutus! Oh, Brutus!"

The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off
his brow as he squinted through the sun's blazing rays at the pretty
blonde Wilkerson girl.

"Yes, ma'am?" he said, inquiringly.

"I'm awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping
the wood and all, but I really do need some help!"

"Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?"

"I've been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation
Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to
carry it downstairs for me."

She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a
dazzling smile.

Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he
saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin
to stir in his trousers.

"I'll carry it down, ma'am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off
some."

"Oh, no," Melanie said, a mite too quickly, "I mean, don't worry about
that, Brutus. You'll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that
old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway."

"All right, ma'am," he said, striding beside her toward the house.

Melanie's eyes darted up and down his bulging, glistening torso. Bathed
in sweat, it looked as though his heavily muscled body was oiled, and
Melanie's mouth watered in carnal desire. Her pussy was beginning to
itch and quiver with excitement, and she could hardly wait to get to her
room.

She darted up the stairs, and Brutus followed, taking two at a time.
When they came to her room, she pushed open the door, and as soon as he
was inside, she jumped in and slammed the door behind them, standing in
front of it.

Brutus looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I don't see no trunk, ma'am," he exclaimed, glancing at her.

He gave a gasp when he saw what Melanie Wilkerson was up to. She had
quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off and was in the process
of shedding her skirt as well. The black buck gaped at the sight of the
gorgeous blonde wench stripping in front of him, her luscious, creamy
body glimmering in the rays of the sun which glowed through the
transparent, lacy curtains on her bedroom window.

When she stood before him, naked, Melanie sauntered up to the hulking
giant of a Negro and reached her hands out, stroking them over his broad
shoulders and down across the jutting slopes of his pectoral muscles.

"I'm sorry, Brutus," she said sweetly, "I lied to you, I'm afraid. What
I really want is a little satisfaction. I think you won't mind too much,
will you?"

Brutus gulped and managed a weak grin. "I - I reckon not, ma'am."

Purring with contentment, Melanie pressed her lips against the furry,
kinky coils of his chest hair, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling the
pungent, musky scent of his hard-working body. She began to slowly,
lewdly, lick his chest, her tongue laving across the hard, contoured
slopes of his brawny torso, lapping up the rivulets of sweat that
glistened on his dark flesh.

Her hands went to his belt and fumbled with it, unbuckling it. Then, she
found the top of his zipper and slowly drew it down. Brutus gave a low
moan of pleasure when the beautiful blonde began to draw his trousers
down about his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees on the floor before
him and gazed in rapture at the long, rubbery schlong that dangled
meatily between his well-muscled thighs. Lifting it up, she blew hot air
on the heavy hose, and it rapidly began to expand, filling out with
lust-heated blood. As it grew in her hands, she began to squeeze it
gently and pump her fingers up and down the thickening shaft. She leaned
down and began to rain wet lewd kisses on his pungent, sweaty balls,
tasting the salty masculine flavor of his scumbag, her head reeling with
lascivious ecstasy.

Brutus was groaning with pleasure by now, his face contorted, his eyes
closed. Melanie felt an overpowering need to taste his big whanger, to
have it shoved down her hungry throat.

With a whimper, she opened her full lips and circled them into an 'O'
shape, pressing them lewdly to the puckered glans of Brutus' prick.
Sucking noisily, she drew the thick, mushroom-shaped head into her
mouth.

Savoring the taste of Brutus' thick cock knob, swishing her tongue
around the pulpy tip and dipping it into the drooling piss slit, Melanie
hummed with satisfaction.

She ran her hands up the muscular backs of Brutus' legs and raked her
fingers across the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She began to
slowly dart her head back and forth, letting more and more of his pecker
slide into her mouth. Her tongue whisked teasingly over the sensitized
bloated sides of his cock as it pumped back and forth, in and out of her
puckered mouth.

Gulping hard, Melanie bravely took about an inch of the rigid horsedick
into her gullet, and Brutus gave a low, husky cry of pleasure, bucking
his hips forward suddenly and driving his gargantuan dong deep into her
throat. He eased back immediately, allowing her to gulp down some air,
and then began to lustily hunch his hips to and fro, feeding her his
donkey-sized dong again and again.

Hell, Brutus said to himself, why fight it? The sex-starved little bitch
wanted to get fucked, so why not oblige her? Her Dad was busy with his
fucking campaign and wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything
personal until the election was over. He decided to just relax and enjoy
himself.

Gripping hold of the back of Melanie's head, digging his fingers into
her long, silken tresses, Brutus began to pump his bloated phallus in
and out of her mouth while the blonde slut sucked noisily, making
muffled mewling sounds of delight.

"Oh, YEAH, baby, YEAH!" Brutus groaned in sensual delight, "Suck that
pecker good! Suck my hot black meat, baby! YEAH!"

Rhett Wilkerson was tired. He was bone tired. He hadn't had a good
night's sleep in ages. He had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but
talking and talking and shaking hands and making promises and phone
calls. He needed a rest.

It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the
last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him
that morning. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and
then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies' book club, and
then another speech to a group of religious leaders.

He picked up his phone and said wearily, "Matilda? Listen, I'm going to
cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies' book club speech. I
need some rest. I'm going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car
to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious
leaders. Thanks, honey."

He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot,
hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.

Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two,
he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly
handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he was. He had
kept his body in excellent shape by hard riding and regular work outs at
a gym. His two hundred and thirty pounds was chiseled in muscle across
his large, six foot two inch frame, and in his suit, he was a striking
looking fellow, handsome and powerful. He had a deep, resonant voice as
well, and lots of charisma. Combined with his enormous wealth, many
people felt that there was no question that Wilkerson would win the
election, even though it was pretty clear that the black vote was
leaning heavily in favor of Hardman.

Rhett pulled into the parking lot in front of his lavish home and strode
up the drive to the front door. Opening it, he gave a sigh and strode
inside, heading straight for the stairs.

He wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. He climbed the stairs
wearily, his legs aching from being on his feet almost constantly all
day. He was about to go down the corridor toward his room when he
hesitated, ruefully remembering that he had seen virtually nothing of
his son and daughter for the last week or so. He guessed that Melanie
was in her room, so he decided to look in and say hello to her before
taking his nap.

Humming reflectively to himself, he walked down the hall towards his
daughter's bedroom and turned the knob of the door, pushing it open and
stepping inside before he was aware that anything was amiss. What he saw
inside came to Rhett Wilkerson as such a shock that he was unable to
move for several minutes.

Melanie was on the last lap of the terrific blow job she was
administering to the naked black buck who stood in the center of her
room. She was slurping at his prick noisily, her hands running up and
down the backs of his legs, occasionally stopping to caress and tickle
his balls.

Brutus was heaving his pelvis to and fro, thrusting his rigid pecker
deep into her gulping gullet.

"OOOH, Y-YES, Miss Melanie, YES! You doing it good, baby! Real good!
Suck on my big black prick, lady! HELL, YOU GONNA MAKE ME SHOOT MY WAD!
AAARRRGH!"

The big black stud threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, undulating
his hips lewdly and grinding his groin against Melanie's face. Melanie
gave a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stiff pole sink deep
into her aching throat and begin to throb violently. Then, the first
blast of sizzling jism spurted directly into her stomach, trickling down
her throat in heavy rivulets.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Rhett Wilkerson roared in a voice like
thunder, his dark eyes crackling with shocked rage.

If Brutus hadn't been a strong young buck, there is little doubt that he
would have had a heart attack and died right away then and there. As it
was, his eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure terror, and he leaped
back violently. His throbbing cock sluiced out of Melanie's mouth, still
squirting thick, pungent jets of white cream. His wasted seed hurtled in
the air and splashed onto the floor as the hulking black stud staggered
back in blind terror, not knowing what to do.

Melanie turned her startled blue eves toward her father, her moist ruby
red lips dripping with a strand of man juice, her nipples ripe and
erect.

Through the veil of rage which obscured his vision and thoughts, Rhett
could not shake a very definite surge of desire which cut through his
lusty loins.

"I SAID, WHAT THE TARNATION IS GOING ON HERE?" Rhett roared again, his
angry eyes darting from Melanie to Brutus.

The blonde slut got to her feet and smiled coolly at her father, making
no effort to cover her luscious, womanly body.

"Now, Daddy, you know very well what was going on here, since you barged
in so rudely without bothering to knock. I was giving Brutus a blow job,
that's all. It's nothing to get excited about."

"NOTHING TO GET EXCITED ABOUT!" Rhett shouted, trembling with rage, "MY
OWN DAUGHTER WRAPPING HER MOUTH LIKE A FILTHY WHORE AROUND SOME GODDAMN
NIGGER AND THEN TELLING ME IT'S NOTHING TO BE EXCITED ABOUT!?"

He was so mad saliva frothed from the corners of his mouth.

Melanie turned to Brutus and said calmly, "I think you'd better go,
Brutus. My father and I would like to be alone for a while."

The black stud grabbed his pants and, shivering like a leaf, sprinted
from the room stark naked. He didn't start to get dressed till he was
half way down the stairs. And within half an hour, he had vanished
completely. He never was seen in those parts again from that day on...

"Young lady," Rhett said through clenched teeth, "I have a good mind to
horse whip you and then kick you off my property for good!"

Melanie pouted and said very petulantly, "Now, Daddy, don't be silly!
You know what that would do to your chances of being Governor. Can't you
see the headlines? 'Prospective Governor Throws Sixteen Year Old
Daughter Out!' It wouldn't look good at all."

Rhett narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the haze of anger that
made him shake. He felt a sudden urge to guffaw. Hell, she was a chip
off the old block all right! The little bitch knew exactly how to
manipulate him. She was right, of course. He couldn't risk a scandal at
this stage in the game.

He was also becoming more and more acutely aware of her naked body,
which Melanie made no attempt to hide from him. His eyes raked over her
large, jutting breasts, capped with strawberry-hued nipples, and shot
down to the lambent 'V' of golden pubic hairs that lightly covered her
pouting mons. He felt lust begin to knot in his belly.

And Melanie quickly recognized the look in his eyes. She smiled up at
him voluptuously, her heart beginning to hammer in excitement.

Her own father was getting turned on by her! The big, virile man who had
always made her quiver with excitement when he hugged her to his brawny,
masculine body. It was almost too good to be true!

"Daddy," she said sweetly, "I know you don't hold with black people and
white people having sex with each other. At least, that's what you're
always saying. But I know you fuck Dahlia all the time, so that seems a
bit hypocritical to me! I like to have sex, and I'm so lonely here all
the time, that sometimes I just don't know what to do!"

Rhett stared at her with smoldering eyes, and a savage grin suddenly
played across his features.

"Well, honey, I ought to beat the shit out of you for this," he growled,
"But I think I'll mingle punishment with pleasure and fuck the shit out
of you instead!!"

He yanked at his tie, loosening it, and quickly began to unbutton his
shirt. Melanie whimpered in delight, perching on the edge of her bed and
spreading her legs as she watched her big burly father rapidly strip to
the skin in front of her.

She gaped at his powerfully muscled body, his torso covered with a heavy
mat of thick, dark brown hair. From between his legs rose a mighty ten
inch pecker, about the same size as Jarvis', thick and heavy with an
angry reddish knob. He was panting with lust, and she could tell that he
was going to subject her to a long and grueling fuck session, one she
was not likely to forget for a long time...

Rhett strode forward, his bulging pecker waving in front of him like a
flag pole. He stopped directly in front of Melanie and she stared
greedily at the bulbous knob that wobbled before her eyes, glistening
with a drop of pre-come.

Rhett reached down and gripped a hold of his daughter's silken blonde
hair and jerked at it cruelly.

"Suck on this for a while, slut," he growled thickly.

His head was whirling with lust, and his dark eyes glowed like
smoldering coals. Melanie gave a little sigh and puckered her pretty
pink lips, planting a moist, wet kiss on the tip of her father's penis.

She tasted the salty droplet of liquid on the piss-slit, and strummed
her full lips across the spongy surface of the corona. Thrusting out her
sweet pink tongue, she lashed it eagerly to and fro across the knob,
tasting her father's manhood and shuddering in salacious delight.

Then, opening her mouth wide, she let the entire crown of his penis
slide inside, and suckled it greedily, gently grazing the flaming flesh
with her teeth. She curled her tongue lewdly around the underside of his
cock head, and as Rhett pumped forward with his hips, his prick slid
over the satiny trough and batted against her tonsils urgently. Melanie
ran her hands up her father's hairy legs and raked her nails across his
hard, compact buttocks as she gulped hard, taking the entire length of
his gargantuan pecker deep into her hungry gullet. Rhythmically, she
bobbed her head up and down, deep-throating the mammoth appendage with
expertise.

A tremble of pleasure wracked Rhett Wilkerson's burly masculine body as
he felt the tender silkiness of his daughter's mouth and throat fold
around the sensitized shaft and knob of his tumescent sex organ, sending
bolts of electric excitement to his loins.

"Oh, YEAH, suck it, baby! Suck it, you little whore! Swing on your
Daddy's heavy joint!"

He swiveled his hips lasciviously and sluiced in and out of Melanie's
swarming oral orifice. His heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and
his mouth was dry with lust. His big sweaty balls whapped up against
Melanie's chin each time he stroked into her constricting throat.

Suddenly, Rhett backed off, drawing the ten inches of steely flesh and
gristle out of Melanie's ravenous mouth with a moist popping sound. The
huge tool snapped up rigidly against his belly and glistened, dripping
with Melanie's saliva.

"Lie back on the bed," he ordered gruffly.

Mutely, Melanie complied, falling on the soft mattress and throwing out
her arms staring up at her father with big, baby-blue eyes.

Rhett's hot eyes raked over her nubile young form, drinking in the sight
of her creamy, unblemished flesh, and the large quivering mounds of her
womanly boobs. He wrapped his big coarse fingers around the twin lobes
of creamy flesh and squeezed them hard, the throbbing, juicy nipples
scraping against the palms of his hands.

Melanie gave a low mewl of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her
tits against her father's powerful hands. He lifted one of her boobs
into the air, and crawled onto the bed beside her. Bending down, he
pressed his face against the upturned hill of flesh.

Melanie felt her father's hot breath on her tingling flesh, and she
shuddered in joy as his tongue whisked out and flicked across the
turreting finger of flesh that rose from her pinkish aureole. Rhett gave
a low, salacious growl and eagerly affixed his mouth to the warm,
throbbing nubbin, sucking it hard, taking as much of her pillowy breast
into his mouth as he could. He worried it with his teeth and lashed his
tongue lewdly back and forth across the warm, smooth flesh, tasting the
sweetness of her femininity.

Then, he moved on to her other tit, flicking the wet nipple of the first
one with his thumb nail. As he suckled her throbbing breast, Rhett let
his free hand slide slowly down her trembling body, across the soft,
silken slope of her belly and onto her thigh. Soon, his hand feathered
across the satiny fleece that lined her 'V' shaped furrow, and he hooked
his finger inward, scraping it up and down the pouting, slippery slit.

Jabbing the finger in, he slid it into the crevice and began to worm it
back and forth lewdly, frigging her vigorously. His coarse thumb sought
out her clitoris and lewdly strummed the oily knob, sending explosions
of ecstasy ricocheting through her sexually aroused sixteen year old
body. Melanie cried out in incoherent ecstasy and began to grind her
hips back and forth as her father worked a second finger into her aching
cunt, all the while stroking his thumb in circular motions across her
sizzling joy stick.

Rhett scooted down until he was facing the succulent pussy he was
fingering. He gazed at it greedily, peeling back the folds of flesh that
lined the vulva, and drinking in the sight of her glistening pink
jewels. Bending forward, he inhaled the delicious, sweet freshness of
her feminine scent, and thrust out his long, hungry tongue, swiping it
across the slippery, oily pussy lips. Melanie gave a whimper of pleasure
as his tongue began to move up and down in long, lewd licks, slurping
noisily at her quaking box.

Rhett grasped her legs above the knees and forcibly spread them wide
apart, exposing her cunt fully. Then, he plunged his face wantonly
between her peach-like vaginal petals and sucked greedily at the fruit
of her sweet cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her clinging chasm,
and Melanie moaned and screeched in delight, arching her back and
undulating her pelvis wildly, running her fingers through her father's
short, dark hair.

"OOOOOH, DADDY! THAT - THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! DO IT, DADDY! DO IT!
MMMMM!"

Rhett growled softly and mashed his face deeply into her thighs, working
at her juicy snatch with his strong mouth and tongue.

Finally, he lifted his head, revealing a face that was smeared wilh her
unctuous juices, and scooted up again, planting his hands on either side
of her head and staring down into her flushed, pretty features.

Slowly, he began to lower his heavy, hairy body upon her, hunching his
hips forward until the spongy, rubbery knob of his pecker banged against
the wet maw of her vagina.

With a savage grin, Rhett slammed his hips forward, propelling his cock
violently against her vulnerable cuntal mouth.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a ragged scream of mingled pain
and pleasure as the gargantuan barbed javelin plowed savagely into her
throbbing bower of bliss, stuffing it full.

Rhett groaned in pleasure as he felt the succulent, heated sleeve
envelope the entire length of his hard truncheon, and he dropped his
heavy body upon Melanie's trembling form, skewering her completely with
his mean mauler. Soon, his hairy belly was mashed against hers, and he
was drawing his cock half way out of her succulent channel before
ramming it all the way inside again. Squelching noises emerged from
their mating loins as his prick sluiced like a well-oiled piston in and
out of her love chute.

"You like that, don't you, little slut?" Rhett breathed savagely into
his daughter's ear, "You like this big thick cudgel jammed up inside
your whorish hot box!"

"Oh, YES, Daddy! YES!" Melanie whimpered with joy, "Fuck me hard, Daddy!
I want to be fucked hard! YES! OOOOOOH!"

Her small bed was creaking noisily as Rhett began to slam into her
vigorously, small bestial grunts flying from his throat each time he
plowed his pelvis forward and smacked his belly to Melanie's. He slid
his big hamlike hands beneath the soft lobes of Melanie's ass and
crushed them in a viselike grip, yanking her brutally up against his
body. His rigid truncheon battered against her aching cervix, stretching
it wide.

Melanie sobbed in ecstatic joy, her fingers raking across her father's
broad, hairy, sweat-drenched back. His burly, hirsute chest flattened
her throbbing tits and she could feel his rippling muscles as they slid
across her sensitized, satiny skin. The musky, manly scent of her
father's body filled her flaring nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac and
made her head whirl with erotic fervor.

She wrapped her legs around Rhett Wilkerson's middle, locking her ankles
together, and began to undulate her hips lasciviously, gasping and
sobbing with joy as Rhett humped violently on top of her, giving her a
lusty, bone rattling fuck.

"D-DADDY! OOOOH! Y-YES! Y-Y-E-E-E-S! I - I'M GONNA CUM! D-DADDY!
AIEEEEEE!" Melanie suddenly screamed in a frenzy, her body wriggling
frantically beneath his like an eel.

Her nails raked across his flesh as convulsive shudders of ecstasy tore
through her sex starved body, and flecks of light sparkled before her
eyes as rockets went off in her loins. White hot, sizzling bursts of
pure rapture ripped through her body as she came and came and came once
more. Her cunt spasmed violently, sucking and milking at the log of
flesh and gristle which had elicited her violent climax. Rhett gave a
growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing
around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her
as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm
to buttery mush.

"YEAH, MELANIE HONEY!" he roared like a bull, "I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP
WITH MY HOT, THICK JISM! TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE YOUR DADDY'S SEMEN!
AAARRRGH!"

Melanie sobbed in delight as Rhett plunged deeply into her saturated,
inflamed crevice and began to blast her womb full of his heavy, creamy
load. It hosed violently from his spasming prick, jetting deep inside of
her, mingling with her own sweetly flowing juices.

Rhett shuddered as the last drop of sperm oozed from the tip of his
tingling pecker, and rolled off of Melanie with a groan.

"Hell," he muttered, "I came home to have a rest and ended up using more
energy than I had all day!"

Melanie giggled and snuggled up against her big, virile father.


Chapter 8


The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched
on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of
enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets
were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of
triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson
had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead.

On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were
plastered. Melanie's handsome father's face grinned toothily from the
poster, and the slogan, read: WILKERSON: A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN WITH
TRADITIONAL VALUES, A RETURN TO THE BASICS!

Batches of multi-colored balloons were floating up to the ceiling or
tied around chairs or to people's buttonholes. Most of the campaign
people wore dozens of VOTE WILKERSON buttons and straw hats with more
buttons pinned to them.

Melanie found the atmosphere utterly distasteful; a childish circus-like
atmosphere which was blemished by the obvious hypocrisy of everything
her father stood for. She didn't take this political hogwash seriously,
and didn't see how anyone else could either. She yawned wearily and
looked at her watch. It was just seven o'clock. Polling results wouldn't
be in for another few hours at least. It looked like it was going to be
a long night indeed.

But Rhett had insisted that both his children be at the campaign
headquarters on that memorable night.

"When I'm elected governor, I want the folks watching T.V. to see my
whole family there to support me."

Melanie glanced around and saw that her brother, Jarvis, had cornered a
giggling, buxom blonde campaign worker whose tits were the size of
watermelons, and was turning on all his charm. Melanie smiled and shook
her head. Well, Jarvis wasn't wasting HIS time, anyway. She wagered that
before the evening was over, her lusty young brother was going to get
laid.

She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she
could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking
dudes, she somehow just didn't feel like putting out the effort. Most of
them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to
care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she
needed was a good, hard fuck...

After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his
daughter on her sluttish behavior.

"If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I'd be ruined,
honey," he said, "Now, if you're going to behave like a slut, you do it
circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please!
What's going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me
that!"

Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite
and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying
through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had
become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more
careful to insure that her father wouldn't catch her at it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.

"Well, you don't seem as though you're having a terrific time, Melanie
Wilkerson!"

Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was
Randy Hardman! The son of her father's political opponent grinned at her
impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short
blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed
clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!

And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that
Lance Hardman's boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend
looked.

Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept
back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She
wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked
absolutely dazzling.

"RANDY!" she squealed breathlessly, "What on earth are you doing HERE?"

The handsome young man winked at her and said, "Well, I got bored
sitting around Dad's campaign headquarters waiting for the election
returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don't
see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety."

Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an
audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson's campaign quarters.

"I hope no one here recognizes you," Melanie said in a low voice,
glancing around.

"No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen," Randy
retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, "But I would like
some privacy. I have something to talk to you about."

Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a
knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.

"Come on, let's sneak into one of the offices in the back," Melanie
said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him
lightly.

They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up
to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the
campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was
unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they
discovered that it was already occupied.

Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately.
The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her
stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free
from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of
her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and
again.

"OOOH! OOOH! M-MR. WILKERSON! THAT'S SO NICE!" the blonde squeaked,
kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet
against his hard buttocks.

"Looks like someone beat us to it," Randy whispered as he and Melanie
hastily backed out of the room.

Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, "Yes, that's my brother,
Jarvis."

Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a
twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.

"My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren't you?" he said
mockingly.

Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full
coral-pink lips.

"Now," she said softly, "What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy
Hardman?"

Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, "First of all,
I love you very much."

"I know. And I love you."

"And ... I'd like you to elope with me."

Melanie's baby blue eyes opened wide. "I have a feeling you're NOT
pulling my leg."

"I'm deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And
get married in the morning."

Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both
of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact,
they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it
was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she
could bring her father around in the end.

"O.K.," she said lightly.

Randy gaped at her in amazement. "Really?" he gasped, "You really mean
you'll do it?"

"Of course!" she said, "Now we'd better get out of here before Daddy
comes looking for me. We'll have to stop by my place so I can pack some
things."

They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy's Chevrolet and
zoomed off into the night.

An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel,
ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out,
hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.

When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the
handsome young man scribbled: "Mr. and Mrs. William Stark." Then, they
were shown to their room.

It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a
television set.

Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television
set.

Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, "I thought you weren't
interest in the election results."

"I'm not," he responded, "I'm just making sure our neighbors don't
overhear what's REALLY going on in here!"

He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her,
drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips
against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the
back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere,
and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to
the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he
let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure.
She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.

"Get in bed," he said huskily.

Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at
him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.

Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving
on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch
conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of
his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled
playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body
bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts
against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his
hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled
groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and
over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the
outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.

On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.

The newsman was saying, "At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and
Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead.
But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western
counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from
Bay Springs..."

The twenty-one year old son of "the young liberal from Bay Springs" was
now dry humping the daughter of his father's political opponent.

Drawing his mouth away from Melanie's his eyes glittering with
lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was
facing the soft mound Melanie's sweet cunt made in the silky panties she
wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie's face.

Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing
the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her
tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the
elastic, slowly working the undergarments down about her ankles. He
gazed greedily at the glittering 'V'-shaped fleece between her legs.

Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover's
middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong
flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a
droplet of clear liquid.

She encircled the pulsating base of Randy's cock with her soft, small
fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched
across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins
latticed the bulging sides, and Randy's big balls were bloated with
heated man juice.

Purring with satisfaction, she lapped out her tongue and stirred it
across the moist tip of her lover's pecker, licking at it like an
ice-cream cone. Her head darted up and down, and she slurped eagerly at
the corrugated sides, trilling her lips against them lasciviously. Randy
gave a muffled groan of pleasure, burying his face between Melanie's
silken thighs and kissing and sucking on her pussy.

"The election returns thus far indicate an unprecedented neck to neck
race for the governorship," the newscaster was saying, "At this point,
there is no way of determining who will emerge victorious. Wilkerson has
an edge, but less than five thousand votes separate him and Lance
Hardman. Hardman is expected to take the counties of..."

Melanie was sucking fervently at Randy's throbbing pecker, giving
muffled squeals of delight as his tongue sluiced in and out of her
honeyed crack. Randy was moaning with rapture, humping his hips back and
forth, feeding his ten inch horse-dick to the sixteen year old blonde.

After a while, he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled around until he
was facing her again. He planted a wet, sticky kiss on her warm, moist
lips and said huskily, "Roll over on your belly, honey."

Melanie obeyed, her lush young body trembling with excitement. Randy ran
his hand down the long slope of her back and across her sweet, creamy
buttocks. Bending down, he rained kisses on the soft flesh of her back,
moving slowly down toward her dimpled ass cheeks.

He dug his thumbs into the pillowy, pliant flesh and peeled the cheeks
of Melanie's tush apart, revealing the puckered pink rose bud of her
anus. It winked and sparkled merrily in the light cast from the T.V.
screen.

Bending down, he blew hot air against the pouting asshole, and very
gently brushed his lips across it. Melanie whimpered in delight as she
felt her lover thrust out his long tongue and swirl it lewdly in a
circular motion across the spasming surface of her sphincter muscle,
sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She squirmed and
arched her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her nether
chute. Her head was swimming in desire.

Randy gripped Melanie's buttocks hard in his hand, and ran his tongue in
long, sloppy licks across her bunghole, making it wet and sticky with
spittle.

Then, he thrust his tongue out and began to wriggle the tip of it
against the puckered opening, feeling the way it clenched and tugged at
his tongue hotly. Randy plunged his tongue forward, driving it deep
inside the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's succulent colon, swabbing
up her pungent juices. He fucked his tongue back and forth hungrily,
wiggling it inside her, loving the way her asshole sucked and quivered
with enthusiasm. His prick was throbbing with anticipation and stabs of
red hot passion shot through his tightening belly.

"Now it's Lance Hardman in the lead, folks, but by an amazingly small
margin of five hundred votes. Again, this is the tightest gubernatorial
race in recent memory, and there is still no clear indication who will
emerge victorious. Spokesmen from both campaign headquarters indicate
confidence that their man will win the day, and at this point, no one
can tell for certain which way the final tally will slide."

Randy rose up on his haunches, gripping onto the thick, pulsating staff
of his aching boner. He scooted up, rubbing the fat, juicy knob of his
cock up and down the crack between Melanie's translucent buttocks. He
gently swirled the puckered glans over the pouting anal orifice,
tickling it seductively and sending hot ripples of desire through his
girl-friend's trembling loins.

He gripped tightly to her waist with his free hand and began to slowly
hunch his hips forward. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter
muscle give way with little resistance and slide slickly over the
rubbery crown of his truncheon, quickly ensconcing it in the hot, silky
interior of her anal chute.

Melanie tossed her blonde tresses in a frenzy of passion, cries and
gasps of unadulterated delight fluttering from her pink lips as she felt
the thick ramrod slowly penetrate her throbbing bunghole. She groaned in
rapture as Randy began to saw his pelvis back and forth, driving inch
after inch of the huge, throbbing sex tool deep into her bowels.

Randy grunted in animalistic pleasure, bucking his ass forward lustily,
gripping tightly to his betrothed's hips as he impaled her on his stiff
manhood. He felt the sleeve-like warmth of her silky rectal chasm sluice
over the entire length of his aching pecker, and his muscular thighs
came to rest against the cool, pillowy slopes of her high ass cheeks.

He growled in delight, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation
of having his barbed javelin buried to the hilt in the ass of the girl
he loved.

He bent forward and slid his arms around Melanie's middle, grasping onto
her big, bouncing boobs and squeezing them hard. He caught her throbbing
nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs and plucked at them
sensuously as he fucked her ass hard.

Melanie mewled in pleasure, lifting her haunches high and bucking back
to meet her brawny lover's athletic pumping motions.

"OOOH, FUCK ME, RANDY! Fuck my ass! Y-E-E-E-S!" she squealed in glee.

Randy pressed his face into her golden hair and forked his tongue
lasciviously into her ear.

"You like that, huh, baby?" he said huskily, "You like my thick, long
dick jammed up your hot ass!"

"Y-Yes, Randy! YES!"

He held himself deeply inside of her hot chute, his heart thumping
loudly, his balls curdling with lust. He knew if he kept up this ass
fucking much longer, there would be no holding back. And he wanted to
prolong this session considerably.

After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he abruptly pulled out of
her with a moist sucking sound.

"Lift your ass high, babe," he ordered huskily, "I want your sweet pussy
now!"

Mewling in delight, Melanie wriggled her hips salaciously and raised her
ass, exposing the tender, dripping muff between her legs.

With a lewd grin, Randy guided the mushroom-shaped tip of his fat prong
against the maw to her vaginal tunnel and gave a grunt as he lunged
forward.

Melanie sobbed in delight as the huge log of rubbery flesh sliced up
into her belly, filling her sweet, cock-hungry cunt to the brim with
rigid manmeat. He groaned in pleasure as the slick, spasming membranes
churned around his throbbing boner, and began to stroke in and out of
her lubriciously, his big balls slapping up against her belly each time
he sank to the hilt inside her sucking, burning pussy.

"Yeah, baby, YEAH!" he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box
again and again, "That feels SO GOOD! MMMMMMM!"

Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against
him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure
raced through her loins.

"From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man
himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch."

"Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state's
history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the
end?"

"I think there's no question about it, Nat. The people of this state
want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will
deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a
flash in the pan. I think you'll see soon, when the returns from the
Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable
margin..."

"OOH, Melanie, baby! I - I can't hold it back much longer! I think I'm
gonna shoot!" Randy gasped hoarsely.

He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls
into her aching cunt. Melanie's head whirled with libidinous excitement.
Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her
loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn
hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible
intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable
shudders of rapture running up and down her body.

"AWWWWWW, baby! HERE IT IS! TAKE IT, SWEETHEART! AAARRRRGH!" Randy
roared.

He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls
began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.

Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming
dick and fountained deep into Melanie's quaking womb. Randy groaned and
shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie's sucking, spasming
cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.

He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a
ramrod.

"Turn over honey," he said huskily.

Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the
aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet,
golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of
Randy's creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.

"I'm not through yet, baby," he said thickly, "Not by a long shot!"

He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the
bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly
together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the
anchorperson on the television set.

They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in
the state to find out who won the election.

Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the
headlines of the scandal rags blared: GOVERNOR'S CHILD WEDS CHILD OF
DEFEATED OPPONENT!

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship...


Epilogue


Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial
election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only
son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse,
he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from
the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article
as bogus at first - until he received a phone call from Randy later on
in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.

Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once,
calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a
lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few
minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and
Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty
hand, seething in helpless rage.

At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and
offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts
of the young "Romeo and Juliet," as the press hastily dubbed them.

He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel
under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician
was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and
that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of
humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something
about it, though exactly what, he hadn't rationally considered. An
annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.

When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie,
Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates
Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front
of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son's car parked in front of one
of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what
the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his
mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the
cabin, sauntering to the car.

The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly
looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe
body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She
got into his son's car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be
seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.

Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and
Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the
way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the
story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers
to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.

Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome
husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night
of unbridled, passionate love-making.

She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not
noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.

Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found
herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was
leaning against her husband's car, a rather severe expression creasing
his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized
Randy's father, Lance Hardman.

Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up
her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, "Why, hello, Mr.
Hardman! It's nice to see you! Or, should I call you 'Daddy?'"

Lance Hardman hadn't realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted
daughter-in-law really was.

The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming,
and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant
admiration for his son's choice of a mate.

"Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk," he said grimly, "If you would be
so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?"

He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie
meekly complied with his request, realizing that she'd have to tackle
Randy's Dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.

The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn't see
in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big,
good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy
he really was.

At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the
burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college
athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he
was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting
corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.

As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, "Mr. Hardman,
you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that
Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no
matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your
consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the
embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If
you see what I mean."

She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry
blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the
little minx really was.

He said awkwardly, "Look. I'm willing to give you quite a substantial
sum of money if you'll divorce Randy..."

Melanie's silvery laugh interrupted him.

"Oh, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed merrily, "Don't be silly! My Daddy has
twice as much money as you have, and I've already talked with him on the
phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you
did, Randy and I would not change our minds."

Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure
unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the
proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his
cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his
trouser.

Melanie's eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable
bulge that tented the fly.

"Why, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed, "I do believe you like me a little,
after all!"

Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and
lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material
of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding,
lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously
proportioned member from his virile father.

"Wha-What are you doing?" Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip
his fly.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy!"


The End

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Hot family Voyeurs by David Crane

FOREWORD

A healthy family unit is the basis of the American way of life. Years ago, a person's extended family played a big part in his life. Uncles, aunts, and grandparents often lived in the home and took on an advisory or supportive role. We seem to be moving away from this type of situation today.

It is rare to see family members help each other anymore. Jealousy and competition among brothers and sisters are common today. Rather than having loving relationships, family members often develop animosity toward other family members.

The Watson family is one of those rare families who are willing to help each other out.

HOT FAMILY VOYEURS reveals how one family remains close-knit and the experiences they have.




Hot family Voyeurs
by David Crane

CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, Sis-wanna watch me jerk off?" Bonny Watson looked up and grinned. Bonny was cute with bouncy tits and a luscious ass. Her teenaged brother, Jimmy, had just been admiring the girl's sexy body, and the sight had given the horny booming hard-on. He had stood up, intending to go up to his bedroom and beat his meat off in privacy, but then a sudden impulse had taken him and he asked his sister that question.

Seeing that Bonny was not shocked or angry, but that she was smiling and looked interested, Jimmy shoved his pelvis out, thrusting his groin toward her. The front of his tight-fitting jeans bulged out with his stiff prick.

Grinning lasciviously, Jimmy cupped his hand over the fat ridge and rubbed his cock through his, jeans.

"You're naughty," Bonny giggled.

"Naw-ain't nothing wrong with jacking off, Sis," Jimmy said. He leered at her. "I bet you play with your own pussy a lot, right?" he added, starting to breathe hard as his hand massaged the huge lump of his swollen prick.

Bonny blushed demurely and lowered her eyes. But then she looked up at her brother again, fascinated by his hard-on, gazing at him through the web of her lowered lashes.

"Maybe I do," she admitted.

Jimmy grunted and his cock surged in his palm. He grasped the clasp of his zipper.

"Well? Wanna see my cock?" he asked, wanting her permission so that he wouldn't get in trouble later if she blabbed to their parents about what he did.

"Okay," said the blonde nymphet,
obviously intrigued by the prospect of watching her brother pound his prick. Her blue eyes were glued to his pain.

Jimmy drew his zipper down slowly, jamming his hips out towards the girl. She leaned forward in her chair. As his fly opened, Jimmy's stiff prick lurched out.

"Oooooh!" Bonny squealed, when she saw how massive his cock was. The naughty teenager had played with a few pricks in her time, but she had never encountered one nearly as huge as Jimmy's.

The horny boy reached into his fly and hauled his swollen balls out, then moved his hand away and left his exposed cock open to the girl's fascinated attention.

"Golly," she gulped. "Your prick is so big!" Jimmy shoved it toward her. His purple cockhead was a mushroom-shaped slab of throbbing meat at the top of his long, thick cock stalk. A fat, dark vein pulsed up the underside of his shaft and his pisshole was gaping open. His balls looked as big as apricots.

"Like it, Sis?" he rasped.

"Oh, yes!" she enthused.

A blob of slimy cum oozed from his pisshole
and trickled down his cockhead like whipped cream. Bonny gave a little moan at the sight.

Jimmy jerked his loins in and out in a fucking motion, shoving his naked cock towards her. His balls swung out like the clappers of a meaty bell and his prick was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork. Another glob of jism squeezed from his cleft, all frothy on the meat of his cockhead. Bonny moaned again, getting turned on by the sight. Her nipples shot out in twin peaks against her tight tee shirt and her pussy felt like a glowing ember between her legs.

She had never been so hot in her life. Bonny was still a virgin, and the most she had ever done was to jerk a few guys off and let them fingerfuck her, but she knew that if she had ever been this horny with a guy before, she would most certainly have lost her cherry. If only Jimmy wasn't her brother, she thought. She certainly couldn't get screwed by her own brother-could she?
"Do it, Jimmy!" she cried, longing to see all his steaming hot fuckjuice squirt out of his prick.

Jimmy took a step closer to the girl.

"Can I shoot on your tits?" he asked, his
voice trembling and husky with depraved desire. Bonny hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be an act of incest to let her brother cream her tits. But she guessed it wouldn't be, as long as they didn't go any further than that-and the thought of having her tits hosed by his jism was wildly exciting.

"Yeah-milk your cum off on me, Jimmy," she whimpered.

She grasped her teeshirt and drew it up over her fat tits. Jimmy groaned at the sight of those plump tit-globes. Her pert, rosy nipples were standing out like rockets ready to be launched, and her mounds rolled together into a line of deep cleavage.

Bonny yanked the teeshirt off over her head, her blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. She arched her slender back and pushed her tits out towards her brother as he hovered over her. Her tit tips seemed to be straining toward his cock, while his prick, in turn, jerked out toward her like a heat-seeking missile.

Jimmy cupped his balls in his left hand mid folded his right hand around his cock. He squeezed and groaned as his fat prick throbbed savagely in his fist.

"Jeez-I'm so fucking hot!" Bonny wailed.

The girl cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the fat mounds and deepening her cleavage. With a double handful of fat tit, she brushed her thumbs against the tips.

Jimmy gave his cock a slow stroke. As his fist drew upwards, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his prick knob, and as he stroked back toward the root of his cock, his cockhead flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

"Oooooh," Bonny whimpered, gazing longingly at the naked slab of his massive cock crown. His pisshole was weeping steadily now, and his knob was frothy with preliminary jism.

She trembled at the thought that a load of that precious slime would soon be hosing her tits.

Jimmy pumped his prick again, grimacing, his face contorted by raging lust. Bonny's face was contorted too, her pretty features twisted into a mask of pure passion.

"Wait," she whispered. "Don't cum yet-" Jimmy stopped pumping his prick and held it by the hilt, like some weapon poised to strike.

He wondered why she had asked him to wait.

He sure hoped that slit hadn't changed her mind. But far from it. Grinning impishly, the naughty girl drew her short skirt up above her waist. She arched her back and parted her thighs, giving her brother a look at her crotch. Jimmy gasped. Her bikini panties were soaking wet. The crotchband had been sucked up into her pussy and he could see a hairy cuntlip on either side. He staggered slightly, as so much blood rushed into his hard-on that it left him lightheaded.

"Oh, shit, Sis," he groaned. "Take your fucking panties off? I wanna see your cunt!"
Bonny smiled at her brother's arousal. She wanted to feel his eyes on her as much as he wanted to look at her-but not as much as she longed to feel his fuckjuice hose her down.

She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and slowly tugged them down over her curvy hips. She hiked her pert ass up and squirmed from the soaking bikinis, kicking them from her feet. They fluttered to the floor like a butterfly with wet wings, steaming with her hot cuntjuice.

Parting her thighs wide, Bonny tilted her crotch up. Jimmy gulped at the sight of her
pussy. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower, and her cuntslit was flooded with pussy cream. Her fuck button stood out like a log in a swamp. Frothy pussy nectar ran down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. The sight made the horny boy's tongue as stiff as his prick.

He sure wished that Bonny wasn't his sister. Like Bonny, Jimmy wasn't ready for incest- quite yet. But he was certainly ready to empty his swollen balls onto her. He stroked up and down his cock. Bonny jerked her crotch up higher, poised under his prick like a target under a howitzer. She slid her hands down her belly and into her groin. Using the tips of her fingers, she spread her cuntlips open wider, exposing the dark inner folds, all streaked with her juices. She was so hot that her pussy was steaming.

"Do it, Jimmy," she moaned. "Pump your big prick and shoot all over my cunt and tits-"
"Yeah!" he grunted.

He began to whip his fist up and down on his cock, caressing his balls with his other hand. His hips jerked in and out as he fucked through his fist, driving his flaring cockhead out toward his sister's loins.

A glob of preliminary turn fell from the throbbing tip of his cock and splashed right in his sister's open cunthole. She squealed with joy as she felt the scalding hot slime soak into ha pussy, and moaned in anticipation of his full load.

Squirming under his prick. Bonny rubbed ha pussy with both hands. Cunt cream bubbled out, lathering her whole crotch and soaking the chair under her grinding ass. Her lovely face turned from side to side, blue eyes narrowed and sensual lips parted. She jerked her belly up and down, arching her back.

"Cum," she whimpered. "Oh, shit? I'm gonna cream, Jimmy-shoot on me-soak my pussy!"
Her cunthole was melting. The flow of her juices got hotter and thicker as her cuntjuice turned to cum cream. Groaning, her brother began to jerk his cock faster. His cock knob swelled and throbbed as his fist jolted back towards his bloated balls.

"Here it comes, Sis!" he cried.

"Yet-yeah-cream me!" she wailed, squirming in joyful expectation of his cum load.

Jimmy's fist pulled back and his balls
erupted. His steaming load shot up his stalk and burst from his huge cockhead in a creamy jism jet. The first slimy spurt shot into his sister's crotch, pouring into her open cuntslot and blending with her girl-cum. She wailed with the pure joy of it.

"More! More!" she cried. "Keep coming!"
Jimmy pumped a second spurt into her groin. The hot stuff flooded her stiff fuck bud and she shuddered. Her clit detonated and her pussy creamed again. Cuntjuice and jism turned her whole crotch to a swampy morass and poured down into the crack of her jerking ass like a foaming waterfall.

Jimmy jerked his prick up to a higher angle and another scalding dose shot out onto the girl's fat tits. A thick river slid into her deep cleavage and fat globs dosed her nipples. His next jet skimmed up her breastbone and splashed into the hollow of her throat. She tossed her head back, gurgling with delight as his slime hosed the underside of her chin.

Jimmy's balls seemed bottomless. He was pumping the spunk out by the bucketful, soaking his sexy sister from her steaming crotch to her throat. A slippery ribbon of cum skidded
onto her cheek. Her blonde hair was matted with slime. He dipped lower and shot another squirt into her gaping fuck crater.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, one spasm after another shaking her cunt.

At last he began to falter. His spunk stopped spurting out and the last drops oozed from his pisshole in a trickle and dropped off onto her upthrust tits.

Bonny continued to frig her pussy for a few seconds more as she worked off the final spasms and milked out the last drops of her creamy girl cum. She smiled dreamily. Then she tilted her face down and gazed at her body-and trembled at what she saw. She was drenched with Jimmy's jism. Her crotch was soaked with the stuff, it glistened in the golden curls of her cunt bush and streaked her belly. Her fat tits were awash with the slowly congealing fuckjuice.

Despite her recent and most satisfying orgasm, Bonny began to get horny again.

She raised her eyes to her brother.

Jimmy's prick was still stiff. It had diminished only slightly and still stuck out at an upward angle from his fist. His purple cock knob was slimy with the residue of his coming. Rib-
bons of the stuff had run down his stalk onto his balls. Those big cumbags had sunk inwards now that they were empty, but already they were showing signs of bloating with another load.

It was a mouthwatering sight. Bonny had never sucked a cock, but she had often wondered what it would be like. Now, staring at her brother's tasty-looking prick, all slathered with fuckjuice, she knew for a certainty that she was going to adore giving blowjobs.

If only Jimmy wasn't her brother!
Was oral sex incest? She wondered. Or did you have to actually fuck to break that taboo? Oh, no, she told herself. I simply mustn't suck my brother's big, delicious-looking cockmeat! I mustn't milk that tasty prick off and swallow his fuckjuice.

Not realizing what his naughty sister was contemplating, Jimmy gave his prick a tentative stroke and felt it tense. His fist slid back and his cockhead flared.

"Wanna do it again?" he grunted.

"You think we get time before Mom and Dad come down?" Bonny said.

"Sure. They always stay in bed all morning on Sunday," said Jimmy.

But in fact, their mother had already come downstairs some time ago-and had watched the whole thing.

CHAPTER TWO
Charles and Claire Watson usually did stay in bed all morning on a Sunday, as Jimmy had mentioned. They often stayed out late on Saturday night and slept well into the morning when, invariably, they woke up horny and stayed in bed, enjoying some leisurely licking, followed by plenty of fucking. Sometimes, just for variety, they frigged each other off or added the embellishment of Claire's big, rubber dude. Claire had awoken first that morning, feeling
slightly hung over, having been to a party the night before. Charles was sleeping on his back and she had slid down and sucked his soft cock into her warm mouth, working on it hungrily. It always thrilled her to take a cock in soft and feel it swell and harden in her mouth.

Charles stirred and mumbled in his slumber. His prick got enormous as his sexy wife mouthed it greedily. She wondered what he was dreaming about. She slid her tongue all over his prick and sucked his cockhead right back into her throat, swallowing him to the roots.

She was wondering if she could manage to milk him off without waking him up, a thing she always loved to do. Later, he could tell her all the juicy details of the wet dream she'd given him.

She worked away for a few minutes but then realized that she needed a drink. She would soon be getting a mouthful out of his cock and balls, of course, but she knew that although she adored swallowing cum, that thick and slimy stuff was hardly thirst-quenching. She was reluctant to stop sucking, and continued for a few more minutes, but then decided that she had better have a drink of Coke before she carried on
to the creamy conclusion.

She glanced at the nightstand and saw that they had forgotten to place a bottle there, as they usually did when they had been drinking. It annoyed her to think she would have to go downstairs to the kitchen. She sucked away a bit longer, but Charles showed no sign of getting his rocks off, and with a sigh she drew her lips from his prickmeat. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb him and hoping he would still be asleep when she came back so she could finish her dream suck.

Not bothering to put a dressing gown on, Claire left the bedroom and went downstairs naked. Her body was spectacular, the kind often referred to as a brick shithouse. Her tits were big and firm and thrusting, capped by large, rosy nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips swept out wide, while her ass jutted out as if to counterbalance the weight of her tits. Her cunt mound was a tanged jungle of blonde curls spreading in a wide vee up her belly.

Her hot pussy squished between her lush thighs with every step that she took as she descended the staircase. She was eager to get back to bed.

She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of Coke out of the refrigerator. She took a slug out of the bottle. Then, refreshed and bringing the Coke with her, she headed back to the stairs.

Passing the living room, she looked in-and almost fainted.

There was Bonny, sprawled in a chair with her pussy bared and her skirt up and her legs apart, and there was Jimmy standing over her, pulling his prick furiously.

Claire's initial impulse was to rush into the room and put and end to the naughty situation.

But she was fascinated.

She had always enjoyed playing the voyeur, and the thought of spying on her own naughty children thrilled her to the core. Her nipples shot out and her pussy bubbled. She hesitated, then smiled.

Claire had decided to watch.

It wasn't as if they were actually touching each other, she reasoned, trying to justify allowing the situation to continue. If they started to do anything more serious, she would certainly interfere-or so she told herself. But since both of the s were obviously experienced at giv-
ing themselves handjobs, what difference did it make if they happened to frig off in company.

Claire sank slowly down to her knees; just back from the open doorway through which she was staring. Her plump tits swung as she began to squirm with excitement. How thrilling it was to watch her kids being naughty! Her eyes flashed back and forth between them. She found her daughter's creamy cunt as fascinating as her sons enormous prick. She gazed at Jimmy's cockhead as it flared from out of his pounding fist, then stared at Bonny's overflowing fuckhole.

Claire's own cunt began to melt, as if in sympathetic vibration with her daughter's creamy pussy. Ribbons of cuntjuice ran down the flesh of her inner thighs. She was holding the Coke bottle in her right hand and she cupped her left hand over her cunt, rubbing and caressing her pussy and her fiery fuck button. Then, with a sudden inspiration, she moved the Coke bottle between her legs and began to shove the neck up into her cunthole. She squirmed and jerked as she fucked herself with the bottle, sliding it deep into the tunnel of love.

Her cuntjuice poured into the open bottle,
clouding the dark liquid with milky streaks. She bobbed up and down, thighs tensing, riding the bottle as if it were a prick. Abandoned to her lust now, she drew the bottle out of her pussy and brought it up to her lips. Gazing longingly at her daughter's cunt, she slurped the neck of the bottle into her mouth and began to suck her own cuntjuice from it. She slid her lips up and down as if it were a glass cock. Coke, mixed with pussy nectar, sloshed onto her tongue and lips.

Wild fantasies flashed through her fevered mind. She imagined that the Coke bottle was Jimmy's cock, and that the cuntjuice she was tasting on it was her daughter's cum cream- that she was sucking her son's prick after-it had been dipped in her daughter's cunt.

She pulled the bottle from her lips and sank it up her cunthole again, moaning and panting. She had to stifle the urge to cry out aloud with her raging passion, afraid that the kids would hear her and terminate their fascinating exhibition.

Ready to come, Claire wanted the Coke bottle to shoot into her like a real prick. She pulled it out oilier cunt and jerked it furiously up and
down. When the Coke began to foam out, she shoved it back into her fuckhole and gasped as the tingling fluid poured into her and her, cunt melted onto it.

The fake cum sparkled in her cunthole as her clit detonated and her cum juice gushed out. Just as the frenzied woman reached the crest, she saw her son's fuckjuice spurt out, dosing Bonny with squirt after squirt of hot slime.

Spasm after spasm shook her lush body as she watched Jimmy empty his balls onto his sister, soaking her with jism from crotch to throat. Bonny was creaming too, her pussy pimping, her girl-cum out in creamy rivers that drenched her crotch, blending with Jimmy's jism and pouring down into the crack of her grinding ass.

Jimmy staggered slightly as his last load shot out, followed by a trickle from his pisshole. His balls had collapsed. But his cock was still ironhard in his hand..

The whole front of Bonny's nubile body was glistening with her brother's thick, steaming hot slime.

"Wanna do it again?" Jimmy asked.

Claire trembled, hoping that they would. They did-and more!

"Move closer this time, Jimmy," Bonny whispered.

Jimmy stepped in between her knees. His massive cock loomed out right before her lovely face. Her blue eyes crossed as she turned her gaze in upon his prick knob. The purple meat was slathered with the residue of his coming, and Bonny thought it was the most delicious looking thing size had ever looked at. He was fiery hot and his spunk was steaming from
his cockhead.

Bonny leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. Her flushed face was only inches from his prick and her thrusting tits jutted under his balls. Those big balls were already beginning to bloat up with another load.

"Shoot right in my fucking face, this time," Bonny moaned, her voice husky with desire.

Jimmy gasped and began to pull on his prick. As his hand jerked back, his cockhead flared only inches from Bonny's face. Her pink tongue slid across her lips and she opened her mouth.

"Holy shit, Sis," Jimmy gasped. "You want me to shoot my jism right into your mouth?"
"Ummmm," she purred.

She ran her hand up from her cuntmound to her tits, gathering up some of his cum. She held her glistening hand up to her face and began to lap his slime from her fingers and palm like a cat at a cream bowl. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned. If her brother's fuckjuice was so succulent delivered by hand, just think what it would taste like if she were to suck it straight out of his cock!
Oh! I mustn't! she thought. He's my own brother-I mustn't think about sucking him off!

But how could she help it? Her mouth was watering and her tongue was tingling. She scooped up another slimy handful from her tits and licked it up. Jimmy was staring at her in total fascination, watching her tongue gather up his jism. She stuck her tongue out so that he could see his cum sliding on her tastebuds. Then her throat pulsed as she swallowed.

"Oooohh-your cum is yummy," she whispered.

"Jeez, Sis-" he croaked. He was so excited that his cock was bucking like a bronco, almost tossing his hand off his fuckrod.

Claire stared at them, seeing his cockhead throbbing so close to Bonny's face as the naughty girl lapped up his slime from her hand and gulped it down. She knew that she should interfere now, that things were going to get out of hand-literally. But despite her good intentions, Claire was too much of a voyeur to terminate the scene. She was frozen by visual desire.

"Suck my cock, Sis," Jimmy rasped.

He jerked his pelvis out, pushing his cockhead up to her lips. Bonny turned her face aside and
his prick missed her mouth and skimmed along her cheek. His cock was so hot that she thought it was going to blister her flesh, to brand her.

"Let me put it in your fucking mouth," he pleaded.

"I-I want to-but it's so naughty," she whispered.

"You already tasted my cum" he reasoned. "It won't be much naughtier if you suck me off, right?"
I've got to stop them, Claire told herself.

But she knew that she wouldn't.

Jimmy shoved his prick out again, brushing the tip against his sister's lips. She rubbed against him, her mouth closed now. He dipped down and rubbed his cockhead against her tits, nudging it into her cleavage and tapping it against her stiff nipples. She moaned and squirmed, brushing her tits against him catlike and squirmy.

His pisshole rippled open and a thick glob of preliminary slime oozed onto her tits, scalding hot and frothy. Bonny whimpered with joy as she felt his thick slime soak into her tit meat. Her pussy overflowed with the juice of her arousal.

Jimmy moaned and humped, shoving his big cock up through his sister's smooth tit cleavage. His flaring knob slid up her breastbone and nudged into the hollow of her throat. His cleft was weeping steadily now, laying a glistening trail in its wake.

Bonny trembled with desire as she felt her brother's steaming hot fuckjuice soak into her cleavage and run up to her throat. The girl turned her pretty face down and watched his fat prick come sliding out from between her tits and shove upwards. The swollen purple slab was all frothy with the seepage from his gaping pisshole. The sight caused her to drool and her sensual lips frothed with saliva.

She slid her tongue back and forth across her open lips and murmured hungrily. Her eyelashes fluttered. Whatever inhibitions remained in the teenage sexpot melted.

"Oh, shit." she moaned. "I'm so fucking hot, Jimmy. I-I want to suck your cock!"
"Yeah-yeah-" the frantic teen panted, ramming his cock up through her tit tunnel again.

Jesus, thought Claire. I can't let her do it! Oh my God-I want to see her blow him! Yeah! Suck that big cock, you tramp! Suck your
brother's prick off!
Claire was ramming the Coke bottle up into her pussy again, ready to cream as she gazed upon the incestuous scene. Her own mouth was watering at the delicious-looking sight of her son's massive cock and balls and the spunk that was oozing out.

"Suck the fucker, Sis," Jimmy rasped. "Let me blow my wad into your fucking mouth-"
Bonny tilted her head lower and slid her tongue out, tapping it against the slimy tip of his cockhead.

"Oooooh!" she moaned, tasting his jism.

She drew back slightly, savoring his tasty slime on her tongue, then gulped it down. The first drops whetted her appetite. She began to slurp on his prick knob greedily. Her wet tongue slid all over the fat slab of her brother's cockhead and pushed into his open pisshole, gathering up the thick scum seepage.

"Yummy!" she purred.

Claire could see her son's frothy slime running onto her daughter's flashing tongue, and her own tongue tingled wildly With envy. She was longing to see Jimmy unload his balls into Bonny's hungry mouth and wishing that she
could taste his cum, too. Her eyes-turned down onto Bonny's crotch and she whimpered, yearning for that succulent-looking pussy as well. She knew that her desires were depraved, but that only made them more exciting. My God, I'm their mother! she thought, thrilling to her own wickedness. Her cunt flooded around the neck of the bottle, cunt juice gushing out as the foaming fluid bubbled into her.

"Ummmmm," Bonny whispered, slurping her tongue all over the head of her brother's throbbing prick.

She had never licked a cock before, but she knew instinctively just how to do it-knew for a certainty that she was going to prove an expert cocksucker from the start, and that from now on she was going to blow every guy she could.

She rubbed her nose against his cock, sniffing and inhaling the musky aroma of cockmeat. Cum trickled into her flaring nostrils. She lapped at the underside of his mushroom-shaped slab, where the pulsing vein spread out into the fat wedge.

Jimmy humped, sliding his fuckrod along her trembling lips; Bonny tilted her face to one side and began to lick up and down his stalk, trac-
ing along the vein and lapping at his swollen balls as she slid down to them. She could feel his hard nuts shift inside the hairy sac, and his built-up cum load slosh around.

She fitted her parted lips against the underside of his cockshaft and began to slide them up and down, as if she were playing his prick like a meaty flute. Her tongue flashed against his cockhead at the top of the stroke, then lapped his balls as she descended.

Lifting his bloated balls in her hand, she tongued at the underside, then lapped back up his pounding fuck stalk and laved the huge wedge of his throbbing cockhead greedily. More jism oozed onto her tastebuds and the horny teenager gurgled with delight and desire.

"I want your cum, Jimmy," she panted, speaking with her Ups against the tip of his cock as if into a microphone. "Shoot your hot, thick slime into my fucking mouth-Oh, shit, I'm so fucking hot! I wanna swallow your joyjuice and milk you dry- "Yeah-yeah-" Jimmy groaned, thrilled by
his naughty sister's erotic words almost as much as by the feel of her tongue and lips against the head of his cock.

He placed his hand behind her blonde head and pushed, urging her to take his prick into her mouth. Bonny kissed the frothy tip, then slowly parted her lips and fed his fat knob into her hungry drooling maw. Jimmy gasped at the thrill of it, the wonderful sensation of having his cockhead buried in his sister's hot, wet mouth.

"Ummmmm," she purred, sucking softly on the slab of succulent cockmeat and finding it as delicious as she had hoped.

Her cheeks hollowed inwards as she nursed on his prickhead and her lips pulled at his cockshaft, collaring his cock just behind the big, wedge-shaped slab of his cockhead.

Gum dribbled from her mouth and ran down his fuckrod. She began to bob her head up and down, as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, taking more of his long, thick prick into her head. She found that she needed no previous experience or practice, but that she was a skilled cocksucker from the first mouthful-a taint which she had no doubt inherited from her horny mother, who was looking on with envy.

Claire was fucking into her cunt with the bottle, then bringing it up to her mouth and suck-
ing on it, wishing it were her son's cock, coated with her daughter's cunt cream.

Bonny pushed her face down and fed all of Jimmy's big cock into her hungry mouth. Her nose nested in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed against his balls as his cock vanished into her maw. His throbbing knob clogged her throat and she gulped and gagged, but held it all in for a moment, then drew back towards his cockhead. His thick fuck stalk came out of her mouth coated with her saliva. Thick ribbons of preliminary fuckjuice streamed down, streaking her slobber.

"Ummmmmmmm....." she moaned.

"Suck me, Sis-milk me off-" Jimmy gasped.

"Yeah-feed me your jism!" she whimpered, her words muffled on a mouthful of cockmeat.

Jimmy began to hump, fucking into his sister's mouth just as if it were a cunthole. Bonny felt as if her body was reversed, as if her face had magically become her crotch. Her tongue was as hot as her clit and she was drooling as heavily as her pussy was flooding.

"Unghhhh!" she gasped, as his prick knob
shoved into her gullet. Then she purred as she pulled her lips back and collared his cock just behind his crown.

His balls swung in and out, slapping Bonny under the chin as she bobbed back down, gorging herself on his fuckrod. She swallowed the seepage from his pinhole hungrily, yearning for his full load. His cock was thundering violently as she brought him toward the crest. She turned her face, taking his slimy knob into one cheek then the other, then took it back into her throat and sucked hard.

"Pour it to me," she whimpered, pulling her pursed lips back up to the head of his prick.

He hadn't shot yet, but her mouth was already awash with his seepage, and her hot tongue was floating in the stuff. He humped into her head as she slid down. Her lips made moist slurping sounds as she nursed lovingly on his sweet meat and waited eagerly for his jism. Her blonde hair fell in a golden curtain over his balls and her forehead pressed against his belly as she gulped his cock deeply into her mouth. She twisted her lips around, adding torque to the in-and-out action and her tongue curled into a moist bridge over which his cockhead and
stalk slid as he plunged back into her gullet. Jimmy groaned, nearing the peak. He whipped his cock into her mouth frantically, tilting her head back as he jammed her full. His balls were expanding like balloons.

"Take it, Sis!" he wailed.

"Ummmm-ummm-" she moaned in expectation, feeling his cock swell up in her mouth.

Jimmy's balls exploded as her lips pushed down to the root of his cockshaft. His thick jism came sliding up his prick and, burst from his bloated cockhead in a creamy spurt.

"Oooooh," Bonny cried as his first squirt poured straight down her throat. She pulled her lips back up his shaft so that his second load skimmed over her tongue as it gushed out.

Claire was creaming frantically as she watched Jimmy unload his fuckjuice into his sister's mouth. His thick fucker drew out of her lips, slathered with spunk and saliva, then plunged back in as the potent youth fucked into her head and shot again.

Bonny sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, drinking Jimmy's delicious jism greedily. The hot slime was warming her belly as she
gulped it down. His preliminary seepage had been succulent, but the full load was the most delicious stuff that the randy nymphet had ever tasted, and she was sucking frantically, hoping that he would keep coming for ages.

Jimmy kept pumping the fuckjuice into her mouth and Bonny gurgled and gulped as she drank the sweet slime. Cum overflowed her lips and poured down his cockshaft, then she bobbed back down and slurped the stuff back up.

His last spurt hit her tongue and Jimmy staggered. His prick pulled from her lips, his fuckknob dripping. Bonny moaned and leaned forward, sucking him back into her mouth and milking a few last drops of joyjuice out of his drained balls. Her belly was full but the greedy girl was still hungry for more of his cum.

"Christ, Sis-you'll suck my guts out," he gasped.

Bonny nursed on his spent prick for another moment or two, then drew her mouth off him. His cock swayed, semi-hard, looming out from his belly in a fat parabola. Leaning in, Bonny used her tongue to gather up the errant drop of jism from his cock and balls, polishing his purple cockhead to a glistening luster.

"Ooooh-I love drinking your cum, Jimmy," she whispered. "I wanna suck you off a lot, from now on-"
Claire trembled, creaming again and hoping that she would get plenty more chances to watch her naughty children misbehave in the future. She was wild with lust. Bonny smiled, her lips all frothy with her brother's creamy cum. She slid her tongue out so that he could see how it was coated with his joyjuice.

"Wanna do me, now?" she asked.

"Yeah!" Jimmy said, with relish.

And Claire shoved the Coke bottle up her cunt and eagerly awaited the next performance.

CHAPTER FOUR
Claire had creamed, so abundantly by this time, and so much of the fizzy Coke had bubbled out into her pussy that the bottle was half-full of creamy cunt juice. She pulled it from her groin and tipped it up to her lips, drinking the milky cream and fantasizing that it was her naughty daughter's pussy juice she was gulping down-just as Jimmy was preparing to savor that simmering snack.

Jimmy had never eaten a pussy, but it was
a treat he had often thought about with enthusiasm. He'd wondered which of the girls that he dated might let him go down on her. The fact that he was about to get his first cunt suck from his sister's crotch was astonishing, and the incestuous thrill of the thought was making his mouth water.

Jimmy knelt down between Bonny's sleek thighs. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide apart, licking his lips and admiring the steaming, soaking pussy-slit that he was just about to tongue fuck.

Bonny slid her trim ass down along the edge of the chair and arched her slender back, squirming in anticipation. Her cuntlips were unfurled and her fuckslot was full of cunt nectar. Her pink clit was standing out like a bullet, throbbing and pulsating, all slippery as her juices flowed over the stiff bud.

"Suck my cunt, Jimmy," she whimpered.

Yeah! Tongue that sweet pussy, you naughty boy! Claire thought, trembling in expectation of the sight. She was licking her lips and drooling, lusting for Bonny's cunthole almost as much as she had been yearning for Jimmy's cock while Bonny mouthed it.

Half-Crazed by her dark desires, she shoved the bottle up her pussyhole, sucked on it, nudged her taut tit tips into the neck and slid it up and down through her deep, smooth cleavage.

Jimmy leaned forward with his tongue out, saliva dripping from the edges, his lips moist.

His sister tilted her crotch up, offering her steaming fuckhole to his eager mouth. Cuntjuice poured from her pussy and slid down into the tight crack of her ass.

Jimmy tapped the tip of his hot tongue against Bonny's vibrant clit and she shuddered.

"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned.

Jimmy drew back, and for a horrible moment Bonny thought that he hadn't liked the taste of her cunt and wasn't going to continue. But Jimmy was merely pausing to savor the flavor of her pussy juice on his tastebuds, and to anticipate the delights of eating her out to a climax and gulping down her creamy girl cum.

He leaned in and licked her clit again, then ran his wet tongue tip through her open fuckslot.

"Jeez-your cunt is delicious, Sis!" he gasped.

His prick, which had gone semi-hard after his second coming, began to twitch and rise up again.

Claire's eyes darted back and forth between her son's stiff cock and her daughter's flooded pussy, filled with an equal longing to get her mouth on both.

Jimmy licked lightly up Bonny's cuntlips, tilting his head from side to side. Then he slid his tongue as far up into her cunthole as it would reach, wriggling it around inside her clinging folds, then sliding it in and out in a fucking motion.

"Yeah-yeah-yeah." Bonny wailed.

His tongue came out slathered and dripping, then shot back up her fuckhole. He was slobbering into her open slot, his saliva running into her cunt cream. From the way that Bonny was trembling, he knew that she was going to cream soon, but although he yearned for that magic moment, he didn't want to rush it. The cunt hungry teen wanted to enjoy this sweet snack as long as possible before he drank her cum. He drew back, giving her a chance to cool slightly
and subside from the crest. She moaned and jerked her hips, wanting his mouth back on her.

Ribbons of cunt juice had run down the insides of her smooth thighs. Jimmy started at the insides of her knees and lapped up her legs, slurping up the tasty overflow. He licked up every drop and slid his tongue up the crease where her thighs joined her body, teasing her for a moment by licking parallel with her cuntlips but not making contact. Then he ducked down lower and began to slurp the cream out of the crack of her ass. Bonny gasped and jerked her butt higher.

"Tongue my shit hole," she whispered.

Jimmy cupped the mounds of her ass in his hands and spread them apart, exposing her taut brown assbud. He licked at the rim, then slid his tongue right up into her shit track. Cuntjuice had trickled into her asshole and he found it delicious, all tangy and scented from her ass. He tonguefucked into her asshole and sucked.

"Ummmm," he moaned, thrilled to the core by this act of incestuous depravity, enjoying her asshole almost as much as her cunt. He rimmed her out with relish as she wriggled against him, her body coiling and uncoiling like a spring.

More cream poured down her crotch and into her ass crack and Jimmy lapped it up, slobbering into her.

Watching the boy lapping Bonny's ass, Claire shifted the Coke bottle behind her, and gently worked the neck up into her own tight asshole. She reamed it in and out for a moment, then drew the bottle out and sucked on the shithole soaked neck. She wished that she was rimming out Bonny or Jimmy, thrilled by the spicy flavor of her own asshole. Back and forth went the useful bottle, up her cunt, into her asshole then into her mouth to be slurped clean again.

"Do my cunt now," Bonny whimpered. "Oh, shit-I'm gonna fucking cream, Jimmy! Take it in your mouth-"
Jimmy gave her shit slot a last loving slurp, then began to work his way back through the crack and into her foaming crotch. He licked her fuck bud and lapped at her cuntlips. He'd been using only his tongue before, but now he clamped his parted lips to her cunt and began to suck her steaming pussy greedily.

His cock was rock-hard now. He felt as if his hard-on began in his asshole, transfixing his loins. Bonny was going to have to empty his
balls again, he knew-but first he had a job to finish.

Sucking hungrily on her cunt-hole and clit. He tonguefucked deeply up into her fuckhole. His lips were clamped to her hairy pussy like a suction cup to a drain. Cuntjuice poured into his mouth, getting hotter and thicker as she neared the peak.

"Cum, Sis," he rasped, the words muffled on cuntmeat. "Cream in my fucking mouth-"
Bonny jerked and wriggled with the joy of it. The waves of lust were coursing across her belly and shooting like electric currents up her trembling thighs. She whipped her cunt against her brother's mouth frantically. The waves came faster and higher, starting to merge into one crest. Her pussy foamed and bubbled, flooding again and again. Each time her slit filled with cream, Jimmy sucked it out of her and he was using his nimble tongue to spoon more juice from inside her fuckhole.

Bonny clamped her thighs tightly around his head, holding him fast in a velvet vise. But there was no need to hold his head in her groin. There was nowhere the cunt-hungry boy would rather be. She threw her legs wide open again. Her feet
came up, bicycling in the air behind his shoulders. She was feeling her tits and pulling at her nipples and licking her lips just as if she, too, had a mouthful.

"Drain me!" she cried.

"Yeah-cream me, Sis!" he gasped into her cunthole.

The first spasm shook the horny teenager and her ass churned wildly on the edge of the chair. Her hips pumped and her belly heaved up and down. A second spasm wracked her to the core.

"Oh, fuck-I'm coming!" she wailed. Jimmy gurgled with the joy of it as his sister's cum cream soaked his flashing tongue and poured past his lips, filling his hungry mouth with her delicious fuckjuice.

"Cum, cum, cum." he whimpered. Bonny came, came, came. She was in the blissful throes of a multiple orgasm, her clit exploding and her fuckhole creaming again and again, going off like a machine-gun.

Jimmy gulped her delicious juice down greedily and sucked for more, insatiable in his lust for her cream. His mouth filled up. He swallowed and Bonny filled him again.

His face was drenched from chin to brow with
her overflow as his head slid around in her crotch like a terrier shaking a hairy rat. He moved one hand up her leg and pushed his middle finger into her cunthole, fingerfucking her as he sucked on her slit.

Bonny soared to the peak and cried out in her ecstasy.

Then she slumped back, drained for the moment. Jimmy continued to tongue her, lapping up the last precious drops, sorry that she had stopped creaming. She stroked his head gently, grateful for the pleasure he had given her.

But now it was Jimmy's turn again.

CHAPTER FIVE
Jimmy raised his head out of his sister's crotch, his jaws dripping like a wolf's over a carcass.

Bonny smiled, thrilled to see her cunt cream all over his mouth and on his tongue. Then she gave a little gasp when she saw that his prick was bigger and harder than ever.

Jimmy looked down, astonished to see how massive his prick had become while he was giving his sister head. It looked like a battering
ram, he thought. He shoved his hips out and his cock loomed up over the girl's slender loins.

"Let me rub it in your crotch, okay?" he rasped.

Bonny hesitated, knowing how dangerous that would be. Sucking was naughty enough, but she didn't want to go all the way, losing her cherry to her brother.

"Well-okay," she said. "But don't put it in me-"
Jimmy grunted and shoved his belly out so that the huge lever of his prick was pressed into her crotch. His cock was angled upwards, the underside of his stalk sliding through her cunt and his cockhead jutting out above her blonde cunt mound.

Bonny stared down at that enormous purple slab, seeing it framed between her upthrust tits, thinking how wonderful it would be to have that rock-hard meat up her fuckhole. Oh, how she wished that Jimmy wasn't her brother-or, better still, that incest wasn't wicked.

She squirmed against him. The thick vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft pulsed between her cuntlips and against her trembling clit. Bonny was getting hot again. She hooked
her thighs around his hips, cupping her belly, clinging to him. Jimmy began to slide his prick up and down in a fucking motion. His bloated balls dragged up into her soaking pussy as his cockhead loomed over her mount of Venus. Then he dipped back down and his cock slid into her cunt, but still angled parallel instead of into her.

Feeling that huge slab throb against her clit, Bonny wailed with wild abandon. She knew that if Jimmy decided to shift his cock into position and shove it into her fuckhole, she would be powerless to resist. All of her willpower had melted in the heat of her desire. His cockhead came sliding up again and she gazed longingly at it, thinking how deeply it would fill her cunthole.

She jerked her Clint up and down against the underside of his prick, rubbing her clit along the fat vein. Jimmy humped up and down. Bonny knew that he would be able to get his rocks off that way and figured it would be best if he came soon, before they both got so carded away that he fucked her.

But she was lusting to feel his cock in her loins, to be stuffed to the brim with his stiff
prickmeat and to feel his slime spurt into her at the blissful crest.

Then Bonny had a wonderful idea!
"Wait, Jimmy-don't cum yet," she gasped. Jimmy shoved his prick up and stopped humping. He figured that she wanted him to shoot in her mouth again. He wondered why she was looking sort of shy.

"We mustn't fuck," she whispered.

"Gonna blow me again, Sis? I just gotta get my fucking rocks off before I explode."
Her eyelashes fluttered and she blushed slightly.

"When you were licking my asshole, it felt so good," she said. "Want to shove your cock up there now?"
"Oh, wow! Yeah!" he gasped, amazed by her naughty suggestion, but turned on by the idea. He thought that buggery was dirty, but that only made it more exciting.

But he wasn't any more excited than his mother, who was pushing the Coke bottle up her ass and gasping. She had thought that they were going to fuck when Jimmy had been shoving his prick up through Bonny's crotch, and had known that it was her duty to prevent them
from carrying their relations to the incestuous limit. But if he fucked her up the ass, it wouldn't really be incest, she assured herself. It wouldn't be any worst that sucking him off.

And she sure wanted to see it.

Jimmy moved back and Bonny slipped nimbly from the chair, turning onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling with anticipation. Her ass was thrusting up until it was the highest point of her posture, in a doggy-fucking position.

"Shove your big prick up my asshole," she whimpered. "Unload your balls in my shit chute
Jimmy placed his open hands on the firm cheeks of her heart-shaped ass and spread them apart. Leaning down, he began to tongue her taut brown assbud, lubricating it with saliva. Bonny squirmed, working her ass against his face. She reached down and cupped her dripping cunt in her hand, intending to frig herself off while her brother poured his prick into her ass. He slurped away greedily for a few moments, once again savoring, the tangy taste of her shit hole. Her plump tits hung down, swaying like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

Jimmy raised his head and gazed down, seeing that his tongue had opened her tight ass slot, her puckered ass rim slippery with his slobber. He trembled, yearning for the mysteries of her bowels. Bonny gave her ass a jerk, eagerly awaiting his fat fuckrod.

Wrapping his fist around the hilt of his stalk,
Jimmy angled his cockhead toward her asshole.

He nudged the tip against her tight assbud and Bonny whimpered and wriggled with delight. Jimmy pushed against her ass. Looking down, he didn't think it was going to be possible to cram his bloated cockhead into the tight little slot of her shit hole. The thought was frustrating and he was determined to try, but his prick seemed far too fat to go through that puckered little slot. His swollen purple slab was throbbing violently as it nestled its slimy tip in her brown bud.

A dribble of jism oozed from his pisshole and trickled into his sister's asshole. She gave a little moan when she felt the steaming hot fuckjuice seep into her tender ass flesh.

"Stuff me!" she wailed, jerking against him. Jimmy grasped her by the handles of her hipbones and hauled her ass back as he shoved his
prick out. Her assbud resisted for a moment. Then the pliable bud began to ripple and part to accommodate the great bulk of Jimmy's prick.

The horny teen was amazed and delighted to see his cockhead start to disappear up his sister's shit chute. His cocktip was in her, and the rest of his wedge-shaped knob was slowly penetrating. Her shitter had opened into a wide oval, stretching around him.

He jerked her and shook her by the hips, inching up into her ass steadily and remorselessly. Bonny was trembling. Her pretty blonde head was thrashing about, bobbing up and down; her slim back was arched and her ass was heaved up and jammed against her brother's lean belly. Her trim thighs tensed as she rode against him. She had her hand cupped over her smoldering cunt, but she wasn't rubbing herself off yet. She didn't want to come too soon-not until she had an asshole stuffed full of pounding, spurting prick.

With a lurch, Jimmy buried his cockhead.

"Oh!" Bonny gasped. It hurt slightly, but not much. The faint tingle of pain seemed to enhance the thrill of the act, to add a new
dimension to the lovely sensation of being buggered
Jimmy, panting heavily, held steady for a moment. His knob had vanished into her brown assbud, and his thick prick stood out between them, like a bridge between his balls and her bowels.

"Give me more." Bonny whimpered. "Feed all of your big cock up my ass, Jimmy-fuck my ass hard-"
Her enthusiasm turned him on, her words excited him. He began to inch his cockshaft into her ass. His knob was the fattest part of his prick, and it forged a passage for his cock, blazing a trail up into the unexplored regions of her body.

Her shit chute rippled on his meat, sucking and pulling, as if she were trying to digest him in reverse. Her hand slid back through her crotch and she cupped his balls, fondling them lovingly, grateful for the lovely load they contained and desperately eager to feel that steaming hot slime hose her bowels.

Bucking violently, she slammed back against him, and the last inches of his cock went into her. Jimmy was buried ball-deep up his naughty
sister's asshole. She began to rub his bloated cumbags around in her soaking cunt as she squirmed on his fat fuckrod.

The sight was making their mother so hot that she thought her pussy was going to ignite, that the cuntjuice that was streaming down her thighs would blister her flesh. The image of their depravity was branding itself indelibly into her fevered mind.

Jimmy held the full penetration for a minute, loving the sensation of having every inch of his long prick buried in a clinging, sucking asshole and letting his sister thrill to the joy of having a massive cock throbbing in her bowels.

Bonny squirmed and wriggled, working his cock around inside her ass and rubbing his balls into her creamy cunthole. The horny girl was in seventh heaven. Her brother's huge cockhead felt like a lump of smoldering iron deep in her guts, and his long, thick fuckrod was wedging and prying like a crowbar in her shit chute.
If it felt this wonderful to have a cock up her ass, just think what it must feel like to have a cuntful of cockmeat, she was thinking. She was determined to get her cherry cunt screwed at the first opportunity, now that she had learned the
joy of sex-although she wasn't quite ready to fuck her brother yet.

Grunting, Jimmy began to hump.

His prick was plugged up her asshole so tightly that at first, he didn't slide in and out, but merely hauled her ass back and forth on his buried fuckmeat. He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place and at the same time, her shit chute rippled and parted slightly, still clinging smugly to the contours of his cock, but loosening just enough to allow him to slide.

"Fuck my ass off!" she wailed.

Jimmy drew back and this time his cock emerged, slimy and dripping. He pulled out until only his cockhead was in her ass slot, paused, then rammed all of his prick back up her. Bonny gasped and whimpered with delight. Jimmy plunged in again, tilting her ass up high on his powerful thrust. She jerked up on trembling thighs, grinding against him. Then he plowed in from above and drove her loins downward.

Bonny released his balls, not wanting to hinder his stroking action. She shoved all four fingers up her cunthole, bunched together into a phallic shape. She fingered into her pussy tun-
nel and whipped her thumb back and forth against her throbbing clit.

She could feel his cock running in and out through the slender membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole. She was working in counterpoint, stuffing her fingers up her fuckhole when Jimmy pulled out, her hand and his prick passing like trains in twin tunnels.

Claire was copying her daughter.

She had the Coke bottle stuck up her cunt again, and she slipped two fingers knuckle-deep up her shit hole and wriggled them about. She was panting so loudly that she was afraid they might hear her. But Bonny and Jimmy were panting just as heavily, and were blissfully unaware of the fascinated audience for whom they were so vigorously performing.

"Unghhh!" Bonny grunted as her brother filled her ass to the brim with his smoking hot cockmeat.

He was plunging in so deeply that she thought his cockhead must be bumping against her lungs, running right through her guts. She half expected to feel his throbbing prick come sliding into her mouth from within.

Jimmy poured a long, rippling, under slung
stroke into her, then slammed in from above, altering the angles. He was shoveling his cock into her with gusto. His balls swung in end out, slapping into her crotch as he buried his fuckrod Bonny's cunt was so wet that when her brother's balls slapped in, they made a splashing noise.

Her tight shit tunnel was massaging his fuckmeat, her guts were sucking on his prick knob. It felt as if his sister had a secret mouth inside her bowels, sucking him off, a mysterious fist frigging him.

Bonny was panting like a bitch in heat, her head lowered, slobbering and drooling. She switched her heart-shaped ass from side to side, and jerked it up and down. She was ready to cream but holding back, waiting for her brother's fuckjuice.

"Shoot in me, Jimmy-" she gasped. "I can't wait much longer-slime up my shit chute-"
Her whole worked on his sliding prick like a pliable wringer as she stroke to milk him off; His bulls splashed into her cunt again; and they were so swollen now that she knew he was going to come soon. He hauled her back and rammed
in savagely, grunting and groaning and grimacing, his face all twisted by lust.

"Gonna blow-" he rasped.

Bonny let herself go. Her cunthole began to melt and her clit exploded against her flicking thumb.

"Creaming-creaming-" she cried.

Jimmy howled like a wild beast in torment as he reached the peak. His balls erupted and his thick fuckjuice came rushing up his cock and shot into his sister's bowels.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, when she felt his burning hot fuckjuice hosing her guts.

Jimmy pumped spurt after spurt into her, filling her belly in reverse, adding more cum to the load that she had swallowed. Each time he squirted more cum into her, Bonny shuddered with another spasm of bliss. As his cock pulled out, cum flooded from her asshole and poured down into her crotch, blending with her cuntjuice.

He felt as if he was shooting more than jism into her, as if his brains had melted, his blood turned to fuckjuice, his very life-force spurting from the head of his cock. The horny youth was coming from his heels, his whole body wracked
by his orgasm. Shaking and trembling, dizzy with desire, he banged away, hammering into her ass, pounding and thundering as he emptied his balls spurt by spurt.

At long last he was drained. He felt as if he had been shooting into her ass for hours. Gasping, he slumped over her haunches and kissed the back of her neck. Bonny moaned, full of fuckjuice, but wishing he could pump even more into her hot body. She continued to squirm under him, impaled on his prick, working her own coming off to the end.

Jimmy began to withdraw. His prick was still stiff and her asshole clung tightly to him, and for a terrible moment he thought that they might be tied together, like rutting dogs-that someone- would have to throw a bucket of cold water over them. But then his cock began to emerge. He held the cheeks of her ass in his hands and slowly drew his spent prick out of her well fucked shit hole. It came out as it had gone in, inch by precious inch, dripping with cum and ass-juice.

His cockhead popped out like a cork from a bottle. Cum streamed from her vacated asshole and frothed through the crack of her ass, run-
ning down into her crotch.

"Kiss me, Jimmy," she whispered, hiking her ass up.

Jimmy willingly bent down and kissed the soaking bud that had just given him such pleasure, sliding his tongue into her shit hole. Bonny wriggled against his face; still frigging her pussy off. She sighed as the last wave rippled softly through her fuckhole. She slumped down on the floor, panting, then twisted around toward her brother, smiling dreamily.

His cock was beginning to droop now. It was slathered with slime. Bonny slid up to him and slurped his meat into her mouth, hungrily sucking on the soiled delicacy. She fed every inch of his soft, but still tasty, prick into her mouth, polishing it, then she tilted her head and let it slip from her lips. She sucked his shrunken cumbags in and gently licked the slime from them.

Drawing back, grinning impishly, she said, "Golly-we sure are being naughty today, huh?"
"Yeah-naughty but nice," he said, returning her grin.

It had all been far too wonderful for either of them to feel any shame or remorse or regrets,
and they knew they would be fooling around together an awful lot from now on. Everything but actually fucking, of course.

Or so they still believed.

"What now?" Jimmy asked, gazing down rather wistfully at his limp prick and wondering how soon he could get another hard-on? He thought that maybe Bonny might like her cunt sucked again, in the meanwhile. But naughty Bonny had come up with another idea.

"Let's sneak upstairs and look through the keyhole," she suggested. "Maybe we can catch Mom and Dad screwing."
Jimmy nodded, thinking that a fine idea.

And Claire thought it was an absolutely wonderful idea. After all, she owed the kids a performance and she was determined to make
it a good one . .

CHAPTER SIX
Claire, being a voyeur, was also an exhibitionist-the other side of the coin. The knowledge that her naughty daughter was in the habit of spying through the keyhole thrilled her tremendously. She wondered how often Bonny had peeked in while she and Charles were fucking or sucking. Often, she hoped. She adored the thought that the girl had watched her in sexual action, and wondered how good a view she had gotten from the keyhole.

But today Bonny and Jimmy were not going to be sneaking any furtive looks through that keyhole.

Claire intended to leave the door open!
She was still squatting over the cream-filled Coke bottle. Now slit got unsteadily up on trembling thighs, the bottle sticking from her cunt. Plucking it out, she took another slug of cream, loving the-flavor of her own pussy nectar. Then she turned and hurried to the stairs, going up quickly but quietly, not wanting the teens to hear any sounds that might inhibit them.

Her lush body was glowing all over, warmed by the anticipation of putting on a lascivious show for her children, almost as excited about performing as she had been at watching. She had creamed again and again as she watched the teens suck and bugger, yet she was still horny. Her nipples jutted out stiff and her pussy simmered.

Entering the bedroom, she was delighted to find that her husband was still asleep. She closed the door partially, leaving plenty of space through which Bonny and Jimmy could look in, but also giving them enough concealment for their voyeurism. She checked to make sure there
was a good view of the bed, then went over and slid in beside Charles, careful not to disturb him.

She waited for the audience to arrive.

"You ever see them at it?" Jimmy asked as he and Bonny came sneaking up the stairs.

"Yeah-but you can't really see so much through the keyhole. None of the details, I mean. But you can hear them pant and moan and once I heard Mom making plenty of sucking sounds, too."
"Oh, wow! You think Mom blows?" Jimmy said. It didn't seem the sort of thing a mother should do-although it was sure great that his sister was a cocksucker.

Bonny giggled at her older brother's naivete. "Of course she blows, silly," she said. "And she must swallow the fucking stuff, too, 'cause I heard her gulping."
Jimmy's limp but still impressive cock gave a little tingling jolt as he thought of his sexy mother drinking cum. Jimmy had often had erotic fantasies about his Mom while he was jacking off. Even the knowledge that he had
once suckled on her big stiff nipples as an infant turned the horny teen on, and he never missed out on a chance to peck at her while she was in the bathtub or shower or changing her clothing. He spilled as much jism over thoughts of his mother as he had over his sister. Now he was more keen than ever to play the Peeping Tom, and he hoped desperately that his mom and dad would be fucking.

Jimmy was in for a treat.

Reaching the head of the stairs, brother and sister tiptoed down the hallway. When they saw that the bedroom door was ajar, they were both disappointed. Surely the door would be closed if their parents were having a fuck. But they proceeded, with fading hopes. At least they might get a chance to look at their mother as she lay naked in bed-and for Bonny; the thought of getting a glance at her daddy's whopper cock was an exciting prospect as well.

Bonny moved ahead and slid her face around the door jamb. Jimmy stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder. They both stifled gasps when they saw that Claire was sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees apart and her ripe body stark-naked.

It appeared from the way she was placed, that she was just about to get out of bed and they were disappointed that they weren't going to get to spy on a fuck, although they were both turned on by gazing at the woman's voluptuous body in the nude.

Claire, careful not to look directly at the partially open door for fear of scaring them off, saw their shadows from the corner of her eye. She smiled slightly. Feigning a yawn, she raised her hand to her open mouth. Then she sighed and stretched, as if limbering up after a night of slumber. As she raised her arms, her fat tits thrust out toward the doorway. They noticed that the rosy tips of her tits were stiff and swollen.

Jimmy and Bonny exchanged an excited, conspiratorial glance, then quickly looked back at Claire.

The woman's arms came down and her hands moved under her heavy, jutting tits. Purring softly, she began to caress her firm tit meat, holding her tit-mounds higher. Then she pulled gently at her nipples and uttered a low moan.

"Jeez-" Jimmy whispered. Watching his sexy Mom playing with her tits was turning him
on even more than watching his nubile sister caressing her ripe body.

Bonny too, was fascinated. She had never had a lesbian experience, but she had wondered what it was like and now she was fascinated by the sight of her mother's naked charms.

Claire lingered over her tits for a while, in no hurry to get on with her performance. She intended to give them a three-act play. She rolled her tit tips in her fingers and thumbs and squirmed, arching her back. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and her lips were parted as she deliberately assumed an attitude of arousal for their benefit-an attitude that would soon be becoming natural to her, as she got hotter and hornier.

She drew one knee upwards. Bonny and Jimmy both gazed down at her crotch and saw that her cunt was open and creamy. Her groin was awash with the overflow of her pussy. Jimmy groaned and placed his open hand on his sister's trim ass, kneading her firm asscheeks. Bonny reached behind her and held his balls.

Claire slid a hand down and cupped her bushy cunt, her fingers dipping into her crotch. She
fingered her stiff clit and traced along her open cuntlips. Her hips shifted from side to side and her ass ground on the edge of the bed. She ran both hands up the insides of her smooth, moist thighs, stroking her pussy at the top of the caress. Then she ran her index finger all the way up through the crack of her ass, from her asshole to her clit.

Her fingers were sticky with cuntjuice and she raised her hand to her lips and licked at it, then bunched her fingers together and slid them in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion, sucking the pussy nectar from them with a little hungry whimper.

Jimmy's balls began to swell in his sister's hand, and his cock started to rise in a series of jolts. His cockhead pressed against Bonny's jerking ass, sliding higher up the slope as he continued to rise to another rock-hard erection.

Claire alternated hands, sucking on one while she fondled her pussy with the other, then switching. One hand went down wet with her slobber as the other came up coated with cunt juice. Bonny wondered if her mother had ever tasted another woman's cunt cream. The woman certainly seemed to be enjoying a taste
of her own.

Bonny dipped a hand into her crotch and brought it up to her mouth, emulating her mom, lapping up her own succulent cream and thrilling to wild speculations of cunt lapping.

Claire was really getting worked up now, as she played with her pussy and basked in the gaze of her children, feeling their hot eyes burning into her naked flesh like laser beams. It was as if their vision had physical weight, touching her.

Twisting lithely from the hips, Claire turned and looked down at her husband. He was still sleeping. Smiling lewdly, she reached out to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She reached in and drew out her big rubber dildo. Bonny and Jimmy gulped in amazement at the sight-and at the prospect of watching her use the huge fuck tool. It was a massive device, realistically shaped, with a wedge-shaped knob and veins gnarling the underside of the rod. Leather straps hung from the hilt, obviously a harness so that one woman could strap it on and fuck another woman. Bonny wondered if her mom had ever used it that way? She hoped so. The thought was tremendously exciting. Now that she knew her mother had a dildo, and
where it was kept, Bonny could hardly wait for a chance to sneak into the bedroom and fuck herself silly with the huge cock.

Claire pushed the fat knob into her mouth and sucked on it, sliding it in and out. Whatever doubts Jimmy might have had as to whether his mom was a cocksucker were dismissed, as he watched her sensual lips working on the rubber prick so expertly.

"Holy fuck," he gasped.

His cock was swollen so huge now that it was every bit as big as the massive rubber prick. His cock knob was pounding against his sister's shapely ass as she fondled his expanding balls and wriggled against him.

Claire drew the dildo from her mouth and lowered it into her creamy crotch. She began to rub the tip around in her wet cunt and against her tingling clit. Cunt cream gushed out and ran down the thick rubber shaft in abundance. Hiking her pelvis upward, she slid the rubber cockhead down and nudged the tip into her asshole, squirming on it. She pushed an inch or two up into her shit chute, twisting it around inside that tight passage. Then she drew it out and brought it back to her cunt. This time she
slowly fed it up her fuckhole.

She buried the rubber cock to the hilt up her pliable pussy. The leather straps trailed down her thighs. She held it all inside her for a moment, then began to fuck herself steadily, shoving it in and hauling it back put.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, tossing her blonde head about and fondling her clit with her other hand.

The rubber shaft pulled out, all slathered with her cunt slime. Her pussy was squishing moistly, sucking on the dildo as it slid in and out. Her pink cuntlips distended, dragging on the rubber prick as she pulled it out. It looked as if her cunt was being nearly pulled inside out on the fat plunger.

She began to shake uncontrollably. Her clit swelled and tightened and her cuntlips rippled. The flow from her fuckslot was getting thicker and creamier as she neared the crest. She began to shove the rubber cock in and out furiously, and her ass and hips churned wildly as she fucked herself toward the blissful peak.

She dropped back along the bed and raised both knees up, parting her thighs wide. She slammed the dildo into her lathered cunthole
with lightning strokes, shoving her crotch down to meet it. Cunt cream sprayed from her slit as the big tool stuffed her full. The tight-fitting plunger plugged her socket, pumping the juice out steadily as she vibrated with the spasms of Joy.

"Ohhh!" she cried, as she reached the crest and her fuckhole melted on the rubber fuckstick.

She continued to shovel it up her pussy for a few moments, working her orgasm off to the dregs. Then her movements slowed down. She squirmed on the buried tool and purred with contentment. After a few more moments she drew the dildo out. The thing was absolutely drenched with her cum cream. She twisted around onto her flank, so that her audience could see what she was doing. Then she began to run her nimble tongue up and down the rubber stalk, lapping up her cream. She pushed the knob into her lips and sucked and her throat pulsed gently as she swallowed her own delicious fuck cream.

When she had sucked up every precious drop, she drew the tool from her lips and tossed it onto the bedside table. She was smiling dreamily, her
lips frothy with her slime. She seemed satiated, and Bonny and Jimmy both figured that the performance had ended and that they wouldn't get to watch any further action. They didn't know yet that their mother was insatiable in her capacity for lust-especially when she was aware that her naughty teens were watching.

Jimmy's cockhead was ballooning against Bonny's trim ass and her pussy was streaming down her thighs. She squeezed his bloated balls and whimpered when she felt his fuckjuice slosh about inside the hairy sacs. Her hand slid up to his stalk and folded around it. She gave him a slow stroke and his knob flared against her ass. Cuntjuice pooled in the palm of her other hand as she rubbed her pussy.

Jimmy leaned over her and placed his lips to her ear.

"Let's go to your room and suck each other off again," he whispered.

"Urn-hum," Bonny agreed, nodding.

But they paused. Claire was a master of the performing arts and it was time for Act Two...

CHAPTER SEVEN
Claire turned toward Charles, who was softly snoring. Careful not to awaken him, she shifted to the other side of the bed so that the watchers in the doorway would have an unblocked view of the proceedings. She lay on her flank, her knee raised up so that her cunt was exposed. Her head was poised over her husband's belly, her long blonde hair sweeping down.

Claire licked her lips hungrily.

"Oooooh-she's gonna blow Daddy,"

Bonny whispered, eager to see it, and envious of that meaty feast. His prick lurched.

Jimmy groaned and had to get his rocks off again soon, yet how could he move away from that doorway when such a thrilling scene was about to unfold?
Charles' cock had softened during the time that Claire had ignored him, but even limp, it was huge. His cockshaft lay along his thigh in a fat, meaty coil. Since he hadn't come that morning, his cumbags were bloated with a load of fuckjuice.

Hovering over him, Claire blew her breath onto his cock. His prick stirred, swelling slightly. How delicious it looks, Bonny thought. Now that she had sucked her first cock and knew what a treat it was to drink cum, Bonny was eager to suck all the pricks that she could. Her first mouthful had been her brother's sweet prickmeat and the naughty girl wished that her daddy's could be second.

And the sight of her mother's creamy cunt was giving the nubile nymphet a few ideas, as well.

"Frig me off, Sis," Jimmy hissed.

She hesitated, hating to waste his next load
on a handjob instead of drinking it or taking it up her asshole, but from the way his prick was thundering in her fist, she knew that she had to come soon. She began to stroke him very slowly, her fist just skimming lightly up and down on his throbbing cock stalk.

Jimmy slid his hand into her crotch from behind and began to slip his fingers into her cunthole and fondle her clit. Brother and sister frigged each other gently as they continued to observe the action. His cock pulsed and her pussy rippled and their eyes were glued to the scene with all the fascination of the voyeurism that they had both obviously inherited from their mother.

Claire lifted Charles' limp cock in her hand and leaned down to lick his swollen balls. She slurped all over his loaded cumbags, making moist sounds and whimpering softly. His prick lay along his flat belly now, his cock knob extended to his belly button.

Charles murmured in his slumber as another erotic dream began to form under her guidance.

Claire licked up and down his thighs, lingering over the preliminaries before she got to the feast. She slid down and sucked on his toes for
a moment, then worked her way back up his legs. She lapped his balls for a few moments, her blonde head between his thighs now, mouthing him hungrily. Sliding up, she rubbed her fat tits gently against his cock and balls. Her nipple shot out, taut and throbbing against his prick.

Flattening her tongue against the base of his cockshaft, she drew it slowly up the underside, tracing along the vein. His fuckrod swelled and his cockhead began to spread out wider. She repeated the stroke and licked his prickknob at the top of it.

"Ummmmm," she purred as the succulence of his cock registered on her tastebuds.

Claire always loved to lick and suck a prick and doing it while her kids were watching made it even better.

She ran her tongue up from his balls to his cockhead with slow, steady strokes, tilting her face slightly to one side so that Bonny and Jimmy could see all the juicy details. Her pink lapper slid up, trailing her frothy saliva.

Pursing her lips, she ran her mouth up and down on the underside of his stalk, slurping her own saliva back off his prick. She kissed the
huge wedge of his cockhead lovingly.

Charles groaned as his dream took shape. He humped up from the bed, driving his towering prick up past Claire's face. She licked and sucked at his cockshaft as it slid up and down against her mouth. Her cunt was open and bubbling again, inspired by that tasty snack.

Turning her lovely, radiant face downward, she parted her lips and took the head of Charles' cock into her mouth, nursing on the succulent meat with relish. The teens could hear all the juicy sounds that her mouth was making as she worked on him. Her lips were closed around his cockstalk, just behind the knob, and her tongue was playing against the underside of the big mouthful.

Bonny's lips and tongue were working too, as she made believe that it was her mouth full of her daddy's cock, and Jimmy's prick was hammering as he pretended that it was in his mother's mouth. This happy family had a lot in common.

Charles heaved up and his cock slid ball-deep into his horny wife's hot, wet mouth. Her blonde head tilted back. She twisted her lips around on the hilt of his fuckrod, then slowly
drew back to his cockhead. She sucked on the fat wedge ravenously. Charles whimpered and humped again, but this time Claire raised her head along with him, so that only his cockhead was in her lips. She adored having him-or any guy, come to that-shoot in. her mouth, but today was a special occasion. If he pumped his spunk right down her gullet, the watching teens wouldn't get to see it, and she knew it would turn them on to see his slime spurt out.

Head bobbing up and down as he humped, Claire worked voraciously on the head of his prick. She gulped with the joy of sucking on his cockmeat and the expectation of a lovely drink of jism and the depraved knowledge that the teens were watching.

A trickle of preliminary fuckjuice oozed out of Charles' pisshole and seeped onto her tongue. Claire laved his cock knob greedily, gluttonously, eager for more. Charles was thrashing about wildly, obviously in the grip of a most interesting dream-an erotic dream that was very soon going to become a wet dream.

"Ummmm," she moaned, sucking like a vacuum cleaner and pulling more spunk out by the suction of her mouth.

He hadn't come yet, but the seepage from his weeping prick was filling her mouth. Claire let a few frothy drops dribble out, so that Bonny and Jimmy could see that he was starting to cream on her tongue. The stuff slid down his stalk slowly and sluggishly, heavy and hot as melted lead. Claire bobbed down, feeding more of his prick in and sucking the slime back off his cockshaft.

Drawing back to his fat knob, she whispered, "Cream in my fucking mouth, darling-"
Since Charles was asleep she was obviously speaking for the benefit of the observers, but they didn't know that, of course. Her words caused them to vibrate, thrilled by the knowledge that their sexy mother yearned for a mouthful of jism.

The massive slab of his prickhead flared, and Claire knew that Charles was about to come. She wanted this exhibition to be as visible as possible, to show it in detail. Turning her head, she slipped his prick knob out of her lips and fitted her flattened tongue against the underside of his huge purple cockhead. Her mouth was wide open, and her slobber was streaming down his long, gnarled fuck shaft. Her tongue pulsed
against his slab, just where the thick, dark vein spread out into the crown.

Suddenly a great spout of cock spume burst from his pisshole. Charles' ass shot back on the recoil, and his fuck juice spurted straight up into the air, passing through Claire's parted lips and skimming over the surface of her pink tongue. The heavy, hot fluid rose high above the bed, hung suspended for a moment in mid-air, then dropped back to splatter on Claire's cheek.

Another spurt shot upward in a creamy geyser, spraying all over the place as it fell back. Claire could not bear to waste any more of the precious stuff. She had allowed the teens to see him shoot, and now it was time to gorge herself on the rest of his load. She turned her face down again and took his creaming cockhead into her lips, just in time to take his third massive dose into her mouth.

Cum skimmed over her flashing tongue and hit the back of her throat. Claire gulped it down hungrily and sucked for more. A great glob shot into her like a rocket. Her lips collared his fuck stalk, clamping fast just behind his cockhead, as she milked more out.

The last spurt hosed her voracious mouth, hit-
ting the roof this time. Then, drained for a moment, Charles slumped back onto the bed, gasping and shuddering. Keeping his knob in her lips. Claire folded her fist around his prick and begun to pump up and down, frigging the last of his load out by hand and swallowing it as it came. When she had milked out every last drop, she pulled her lips off his cockmeat. Her face was turned toward the door and she opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue out, so that Bonny and Jimmy could see the jism that was drenching her. She swallowed, then used her tongue to slurp up the stray nuggets of cum that had seeped down to the root of his fuckrod.

Just as she moved away, Charles opened his eyes.

His dream had ended. Now Charles had something interesting to reveal to his wife-and to his children.

CHAPTER EIGHT
Charles' eyes were glazed, and he blinked as if confused. Then he grinned happily as he saw his wife curled on her flank beside him and realized what had inspired his dream.

Her lips were streaked with thick slime, and Charles didn't have to ask what she had done. Claire wasn't the best housekeeper in the world, and she had been known to cheat on him from time to time, but things like this made it all worth while.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"My pleasure," she replied. "It was a lovely drink."
She snuggled up beside him. His cock was still standing tall. One wet dream had scarcely diminished his ardor.

"Was it a nice dream?" she asked.

"It sure was."
She placed her open hand on his lean belly, massaging him a slow, circular movement, ignoring his cock for the moment. His standing fuckrod pulsed and his balls began to recharge themselves immediately. He reached across to fondle her tits.

"Tell me about it," Claire urged.

Charles frowned and Claire looked surprised. He had always told her the details of his wet dreams whenever she had sucked him off as he slept, in the past. She wondered why he was looking hesitant and reluctant now? Had he been having an affair, maybe, and dreamed about his lover? Claire, unfaithful herself, didn't give a shit if Charles fucked other women, but she wanted to know about it if he did. She was intrigued now by his frown and his hesitation.

Her hand slid down and held his prick, stroking very gently up and down, knowing full well how to deal with him.

"Tell me, darling," she said.

"I-maybe I better not-"
"It was just a dream, for fuck's sake. I want to know what you were dreaming about when you creamed in my mouth."
Charles looked sheepish. He shrugged, then grinned. "Well, yeah-it was just a dream," he said, sounding somewhat wistful. Then a look of passion came over him, as he recalled that dream.

"I-I dreamed that Bonny was sucking my cock," he said.

Charles looked closely at his sexy wife, to see how she was reacting to the news that his dream had been incestuous.

"Oooooh!" Claire moaned, thrilled to the core by his confession-and also by the fact that Bonny too, had heard those words!
And Bonny had almost fainted.

Her legs had gone weak, and if she hadn't been supported-at the crotch by her brother's caressing hand, she might have dropped to her knees. She had been yearning for her daddy's
cock, and finding out that he had dreamed about her as he shot his wad made her dizzy with desire.

Jimmy too, was thrilled, and his mighty cock thundered violently in his sister's hand as she stroked him.

Seeing that Claire was not angry-far from it-Charles was encouraged to continue. He paused, recalling his dream, then said, "I was taking a shower and Bonny came into the bathroom. I'd been soaping my cock and balls and had a hard-on, and when she saw it she smiled at me and knelt down in the shower stall and began to suck my cock. I tried to stop her, but it was a silent dream and I couldn't speak. I pushed her head away, but then I couldn't help myself and I pulled her head right back onto my cock and fucked her in the mouth. When I creamed, she gulped it all down and then-I think I was going to fuck her cunt next, but I woke up," he ended, with a wry grin.

"Christ, that makes me hot," Claire whispered.

"You aren't mad?"
"Hell, no! It turns me on!"
"It was only a dream, of course. I'd never
do anything wicked like that in real life."
"Wouldn't you?" Claire asked, tilting an eyebrow. "I'll bet that you'd like to, though."
Knowing that Bonny was overhearing this conversation, Claire was determined to make it as erotic as possible. Charles looked shocked and didn't reply. In fact, Charles would have loved to fuck and suck with his nubile daughter, and he had often jerked off while thinking about her. Sometimes, when he was fucking his wife, he pretended that she was Bonny, too. Now he blushed slightly and remained silent.

"Ummmm?" said Claire tauntingly. "Wouldn't you just love to shove your prick in her tight little pussy?"
"Well, I never would, but, hell yes! That sexy little mini drives me mad, sometimes," he admitted. "When she walks around the house half naked, my cock gets hard as a bone. Sometimes, if you aren't home, I have to go into the bathroom and beat my meat."
Claire was imagining just what reaction this talk must be having in Bonny. She had never known before that her husband shared the same incestuous inclinations that she had.

"I'll tell you something, too," she
whispered-loudly enough to be heard at the doorway. "Sometimes when I'm using my dildo, while you're at work, I think about getting fucked by Jimmy."
Charles groaned with seething lust at his wife's confession. And if it affected him so much, just think how it had affected the young man in question! He often jerked off thinking about his mom, and now his whole body trembled as he discovered the desire was mutual.

Claire was getting carried away by this whole situation that she had so carefully arranged. Abandoned to pure lust, she had no inhibitions left at all. She wanted to be as depraved as possible.

Lowering her eyelashes demurely, she said, "Sometimes I even think about Bonny-"
"Bonny!" Charles gasped.

"Isn't that naughty? I-I make believe that I've come home and caught Bonny getting fucked by one of her boyfriends. I don't stop them. I wait until he shoots his wad into her cunt. Then I send him away and I-I don't say a word-I just kneel down and put my mouth on her pussy and suck the cum out of her-"
"Oh my God!" Charles groaned, over-
whelmed by desire. His enormous prick vibrated wildly and his balls were tight. He thought that this was only pillow talk, that Claire had made it up to turn him on-and she had certainly done so!
And she had turned Bonny on even more!
Bonny and Jimmy glanced at each other with a look of disbelief, then looked back into the bedroom. Charles had rolled onto his side and was holding Claire in his arms in a tight embrace. His giant cock was pressed into her belly, his cock knob extending so far up that it brushed against the underside of her tits. Lust whipped his body, every nerve jumping, his blood pounding.

"Sometimes I think about Bonny sucking me, too," Claire added, to further stimulate everyone concerned.

Charles didn't think he could bear to hear any more, that he might explode or melt. He clamped his mouth on hers, kissing her passionately, tasting his own jism on her tongue and lips. They squirmed together, swapping tongues, her belly grinding onto his prick. They were ready to fuck now, both desperate to cream again.

But as husband and wife prepared to fuck, brother and sister could restrain themselves no longer.

Bonny had become frantic at finding out that both her father and her mother lusted for her body. Her slim thighs tensed as she ground her cunt onto Jimmy's hand. He shoved three fingers up into her fuckhole and whipped them in and out. His thumb jerked against her clit. Her fuck bud ignited and waves of sensation lashed her trembling loins. Flashes shot up her thighs. Dark fantasies danced in her mind, images passed in an erotic parade. She thought of blowing her daddy, and she imagined the joy of sucking her mom's pussy. Her cunthole was so sodden that her brother's fingers splashed as they probed her pussy-hole. She had to struggle to keep herself from crying out aloud as she reached the peak. Her clit went off like a stick of dynamite and her cunt melted. The pussyjuice toured from her slot in a flood, as if a dam had burst in her belly; Jimmy was soaked to the elbow as it ran down his arm.

Then Jimmy, too, was at the crest. Bonny was frigging him vigorously behind her back. The head of his tormented cock rested at
the base of her spine and his long cockshaft was pressed into the crack of her trim ass. Bonny pumped back to the root of his fuckrod and shuddered as she felt him explode. The powder keg of his balls sent the creamy charge rushing up his tube, and his fuckjuice shot out and skimmed up Bonny's backbone, dosing each vertebra in turn and reaching the back of her neck.

Jimmy fingerfucked her to the finish and emptied his cum load in a series of creamy spurts, slathering her back. Gasping, they drained each other to the dregs.

Bonny, panting and moaning softly, sank down to her knees. Jimmy went down with her, holding his prick tight to her ass and clinging to her hips. He was mounted on her ass, clamped over her haunches like a dog fucking a bitch in heat.

They were both still horny, despite having creamed, inspired to incredible heights of desire by what they had seen and heard and done.

And now there was more to see

CHAPTER NINE
Claire slid her hand in between their tightly clasped bodies and took Charles' rampant prick in her grasp, rubbing his smoking hot cock knob against her belly. She pumped down and cupped his balls, squeezing gently, as if she were judging the abundance of the creamy load of hot fuckjuice that . filled them..

Charles slid a hand between her lush thighs, his fingers dipping into her soaking crotch and stroking her tenderly. Her streaming pussy
sucked on his fingers, dragging them into her slot. She was obviously more than ready to get stuffed full of cock, and Charles' cock was to provide that
stuffing-and teenagers were more than keen to observe the scene.

Charles started to roll his voluptuous wife over onto her back, thinking to mount her in the missionary position. Although they screwed in all sorts of ways, that was the one they used most frequently, especially for the first fuck of the day.

Claire was about to comply, out of habit, turning over and spreading her sleek thighs. But then she resisted. It had suddenly occurred to her that fucking that way would not give the kids the best possible viewpoint. They would not see much more than their daddy's ass humping up and down and maybe a few glimpses of his swinging balls.

For a moment, they were like two wrestlers struggling as Claire bridged, avoiding a pin. Then, she turned one hip up and twisted her body, forcing Charles to turn back onto his flank and then over onto his back. He went willingly. Claire wanted to sit on his prick, it was
certainly okay with him. He had not the faintest idea that the horny exhibitionist had an ulterior motive-that she was choreographing this lascivious scene for the benefit of an audience.

Claire threw one knee across and settled over his loins. Her heavy tits swung delightfully, and Charles reached up and grasped them in both hands, kneading the fat mounds and pulling on her stiff tit-tips. Her ass switched from side to side, as if she was some female animal in heat, switching her tail.

Claire's face was transfigured by passion. Her eyes glowed like smoldering cobalt, and her sensual lips were moist and parted, still streaked with the residue of the cum that she had so greedily sucked out of Charles' massive prick.

She reached down and took his cockshaft in her hand, guiding his knob to her fuckslot. Her thighs rippled with sinew as she slowly lowered her loins over hum. His cockhead brushed against her pussy lips and she held steady for a moment. Tilting her wrist, she rubbed the frothy tip of his prick up and down through her unfurled cuntlips and against her pulsing clit.

Cuntjuice poured down his stalk in thick streams and scum bubbled from his pisshole and
dribbled into her slot. His cockhead was throbbing wildly in the entrance to her fuckhole, and her pussy folds were sucking hungrily on his fat prick.

From their vantage point in the hallway, Bonny and Jimmy had a perfect view. They could see their daddy's swollen, hairy cumbags jammed between his thighs, the underside of his thick cockshaft with the fat, dark vein pulsing up it, the wedge-shaped slab of his throbbing purple cockhead nudging into their mother's open pussy-slit. Her pink pussylips were sucking on the tip of his prick, and her taut fuck button was swelling and rubbing against his slimy cock crown. Ribbons of cuntjuice trickled down his fuckrod and globs of spunk oozed into her.

Both brother and sister were trembling uncontrollably. Neither had ever watched a fuck in progress before, except for the vague glimpses that Bonny had gotten through the keyhole, and now they were desperately eager to see their dad's huge prick slide into Claire's creamy fuck bowl.

Jimmy was still mounted on his sister's haunches like a coupling dog, his hard-on
pressed to her ass and his hands hooked around to fondle the plump mounds of her tits. Her thighs tensed and relaxed in turn, as she rubbed her ass against him. The slime that he had shot out a moment before glistened like a line of dewdrops up her backbone and the insides of her trim thighs were slippery with the overflow of her cunt.

Claire, fully aware of the show that she was putting on, continued to brush Charles' cockhead around in her slot for a while. He groaned and humped up, trying to bury his prick, but she teased him by hiking up so that only his prick tip went in.

"Fuck me, dammit!" he growled.

Claire went down slowly, taking his long, thick cock into her pussy inch by inch. As she lowered her loins, the cheeks of her ass spread open, exposing the tight brown bud of her shit hole. Charles bridged under her, letting her stuff herself at her own pace.

His cockhead vanished into her pussy and his stalk began to disappear into her clinging cunt folds. With half of his huge prick buried, Claire paused in her descent and twisted her hips from side to side, rolling her cunthole around on his
fuckrod like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt. Thea she went down the rest of the way, taking Charles' cock ball-deep into her smoldering clit-hole.

"Ahhhhh." she sighed, adoring the sensation of having her fuckhole filled to the core with cockmeat.

She held steady, letting Charles thrill to the feeling of having every inch of his massive prick buried in that sucking, soaking cunt tunnel. Her pussy lips were plastered around the root of his cockshaft like a suction cup. Her curt slit was spread wide by the thickness of his cock and her cunt cream oozed out around the hairy rim, like some canal glue bonding them together.

Charles' hands moved from her tits and slid down her flanks, cupping the cheeks of her ass. He tugged upwards. Claire's thighs tightened and she rose up. His cock appeared again, all slathered with the cream of her fuckhole, slippery and gleaming.

Bonny whimpered as she watched. The naughty girl wished that she dared to rush into that room and clamp her mouth over both of them at once, letting her daddy's cock slide through her lips as it went into her mother's cunt
and sucking her mother's cunt-at the same time. Jimmy was thinking it was a shame that, with her pussy filled, his mother's mouth was empty. His cock throbbed against his sister's ass as he wondered what that mouth would feel like on his prick. Now that he knew that his mother lusted for him while she fucked herself with her rubber prick, incestuous desires raged in the teen.

Claire had risen up so that only the knob of her husband's cock was in her pussy. She paused there for a moment, then slowly slid back down, taking it all into her again. Her pussy squished as it dragged on his fuckrod and some cream bubbled out.

Charles' prick was so taut that it was humming. It felt as if she had a vibrator up her fuckhole. When she took it all into her, his cockhead flared in the very depths of her cunt, and his long, thick cockshaft was like a lever in her fuck tunnel.

Grunting, he began to hump up from the bed, driving his prick up to meet her as she descended. He lifted her by the ass, then slammed her back down as his prick plunged up and in.

Claire was fucking him slowly and steadily, her movements sinuous and feline. She arched
her back deeply and tossed her head from side to side, blonde hair cascading over her cheeks. The tip of her tongue showed in her lips and her nostrils flared.
She slid her hips out from side to side, then took him in a different angles. Her ass shoved back and she fed herself a stroke that ran every inch of his cockshaft over her clit and caused her to shudder. Then she twisted as she went down again, winding her fuckhole onto his prick. Her tight cunt muscles were sucking on him voraciously, pulling and dragging, clinging so tightly that as she rode up, her cuntlips were distended. It looked as if her pussy was being pulled inside out.

"Fuck," she whimpered. She began to say the word each time that she descended, describing the act as she performed it. "Fuck-fuck- fuck-" she gasped, riding him faster.

She reached down behind her churning ass and fondled his balls, then spread her splayed fingers around the root of his cock, feeling it slide in and out.

Charles was groaning. Her cunt was sucking him just like a mouth. Her pliable pussy walls had molded themselves to his thick fucker,
clinging to every inch, fluttering and rippling. He felt as if she was pulling his prick out by the roots, as if she would soon empty his balls by the suction.

Waves of ecstasy shot through her loins and Claire began to vibrate all through her voluptuous body.

"Gonna cream-" she gasped.

Charles, eager to come with her in a simultaneous orgasm, began to lunge up furiously, ramming his prick into her so hard that he was rattling her bones on the thrusts. His swollen balls jammed to her crotch as his cock drove to the core of her fuckhole.

"Come in my cunt, darling!" cried Claire, longing to feel his steaming hot fuckjuice gush into her. Her pussy was starting to melt around his prick like a wax candle around a fiery wick.

His cock hissed into her. "I'm gonna shoot, baby!" he rasped.

"Ooooh! Yeah! Shoot all that hot, thick slime into my pussy-drown my cunt with cum-"
Charles heaved up and his balls spurted. His jism came out in a geyser. Claire wailed as the stuff pumped into her cunt. It felt as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when it
erupted.

Humping violently, Charles pumped the fuckjuice into her pussy in-spurt after spurt, flooding her, turning her fuck box into a morass. Her cum poured out and blended with slime. Their mingled love juices bubbled from her coat as his prick plugged her full, lathering her whole groin with frothy slime.

Moaning, he sank back, drained and panting. Claire continued to ride his prick, working off her orgasm to the conclusion. Then she collapsed over him, whimpering with joy.

His cock was still buried in her pussy.

"Stay hard, darling." she whispered.

Charles muttered incoherently.

"Don't you dare get soft," she wailed. "I'm gonna need an awful lot of fucking today-"
Her talented cunt muscles began to work softly on his embedded prick, pulling and fluttering, urging him to remain rampant. She reached back and kneaded his collapsed cumbags, coaxing them to refill themselves with another load of precious jism. But although his mighty cock had only softened slightly, his balls had been well drained and showed no signs of any immediately renewed vigor.

Claire sighed and slowly drew her cunthole off his prick. His prick knob popped out and his long fucker swayed over his belly, as if undecided whether to stay stiff or to collapse. Every inch of his drained fuckmeat was drenched with cum and cuntjuice. Claire's vacated fuckhole was gaping open and the blended cum of their double climax gushed out, running down the insides of her kneeling thighs.

Claire realized she would have to wait for a while before she got fucked again and she figured there was no sense in wasting that time-that she had might as well enjoy it and let the naughty teenagers observe another variation too. Tits bobbling, she began to crawl up her husband's panting torso. Charles grinned as he guessed her intention.

"Yeah, baby-sit on my face," he urged.

He knew from experience that eating out her creamy pussy was certain to make him horny again and, any how, there was nothing more delicious than Claire's cunt after it had been fucked.

Her pussy dipped down and brushed against his hairy chest. A trail of slime lay up his torso in the wake of her crotch. His hands grasped
her by her hipbones and he began to lick his lips in anticipation of the succulent feast she was going to give him.

She rose up and knelt over his upturned fact. Charles was staring right up into the folds of her cunthole. He tipped his head back and opened his mouth, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. A thick drop of cuntjuice fell from her pussy and splashed onto his lips, and his tongue slid across and gathered it up.

"Unnnmm-give it to me, baby," he rasped. Thighs trembling, Claire slowly lowered her cunt onto Charles' eager face. His tongue shot out to meet her. He began lapping at her creamy fuckslot with hungry slurps.

Claire bent over and hiked her ass upwards so that the watchers in the hallway would be able to see Charles' nimble tongue as it flashed in and out of her cuntslot and whipped over her clit. The cheeks of her ass spread apart, revealing her puckered shit hole. She switched her hips from side to side and jerked her belly over him.

Clamping his lips to her slot, Charles began to French kiss her cunt as if it were a bearded mouth. His tongue shot as far up her fuckhole as it would go and his lips greedily pulled on
her pussylips, sucking her pussy juice out by the mouthful.

"Ummmm-that's nice-" she purred.

"It's fucking delicious!" he rasped, the words muffled in her crotch.

"Oh, Charles-suck me off-" she moaned. Charles was doing exactly that, and loving it. His tongue flashed in and out, and his lips sucked voraciously on her overflowing fuckslot. He was sucking the juices of her previous orgasm out as, at the same time, he worked her toward a new creamy crest. Inspired, as if his prick were attached to his tongue by some mysterious internal clockwork, his cockmeat began to swell and harden again. He could have screwed her now, but he was savoring his snack of pussy so much that he wanted to finish her with his mouth.

Claire rode his face, rubbing her fuck button against his slurping tongue. She reached behind her and, both because she knew it would excite the teens and because it felt good, she began to finger her asshole, pushing in and out and wriggling on her finger.

"Holy shit," Jimmy muttered.

Watching his mother's juicy pussy grinding
around in his father's eager face, Jimmy was filled with lust and envy. Now that he knew how absolutely delicious pussy was, from having eaten his sister out, Jimmy longed to tonguefuck his voluptuous mother.

But Bonny was remembering the fuck she had just witnessed, and thinking how wonderful it had looked. Her own cunt felt so empty, a void abhorred by nature. She stared at Claire's open soaking fuckhole and wondered how that pussy had felt when it was stuffed to the brim with hard, hot cockmeat? Then she looked at Charles' massive fucker and thought about having a huge prick in her cherry cunt. Taking it up the ass had felt lovely-imagine what a cuntful would be like!
I just gotta get fucked soon, she thought.

And there was a huge, rock-hard cock throbbing delightfully against the cheeks of her ass at that very moment.

If only he wasn't her brother!
She whimpered as her pussy rippled, pleading for prick. That prick gave a mighty lurch as Jimmy watched his mother's pussy overflow into his father's open mouth.

Bonny reached behind her and took Jimmy's
cock in her hand, feeling it pound violently, thinking what a lovely cuntful it would make.

Incest be damned! thought the horny virgin.

CHAPTER TEN
Bonny pulled her brother's throbbing cock down through the crack of her ass and into her crotch. She rubbed his cockhead in her slot and cunt-juice washed over the fat purple slab. Her pussy lips rippled wide open around his cocktip.

Jimmy groaned. "Jeez, Sis-don't do that!" he rasped.

"I want it," she moaned, wriggling her trim ass against his flat belly and brushing the head of his prick up and down through the
creamy folds of her cherry pussy.

Jimmy shoved his cock up higher and jammed the bloated knob into her asshole, thinking to relieve himself with another ass fuck, but Bonny levered his stiff cock back into her crotch.

She turned and looked over her shoulder. "I want you in me," she whispered, huskily. "I want your big prick up my fucking cunt, Jimmy-I wanna get fucked
Jimmy hesitated for a moment, still a bit inhibited about taking their relations to the limit, a bit intimidated by the taboos against incest. But he was raging with desire, and the tip of his cock was pulsing in her virgin fuckslot. How could he resist? How could any man with a hard-on turn down that nubile sexpot?
She turned her face back to observe the bedroom and, at the same time, pulled on his cockshaft. The fat wedge of his knob slipped easily into her sodden pussy and she gasped. Nothing but her fingers had ever been up that tunnel before and it filled her with bliss to feel a slab of throbbing, hot cockmeat in her fuckhole.

Drawing her hand away from his stiff prick,
she grasped his balls and squirmed, hiking her ass upwards.

"Give it to me, Jimmy," she pleaded. "Shove it all up my pussy-fuck me like a dog!"
Jimmy moved his hands down from her plump tits and held her firmly by her hipbones. He turned her pelvis from side to side, working his cock muscles so that his knob was flaring and jerking around in the entrance to her cunt. He could feel her taut clit pulse against his naked fuckrod and her juices flowed out and poured down his stalk in creamy rivulets.

He began to inch his cock into her cherry cunthole.

Bonny gurgled with joy. She could scarcely believe how wonderful it felt to have a huge prick slowly sliding up her fuck tunnel. She pushed her ass back as Jimmy slipped deeper. His balls seemed to be swelling in her hand, and about half of his prick was buried up her cunthole, bolting them together.

Bonny felt her cherry go.

There was a slight tingle of pain, followed by the relief of being released from the bondage of virginity. That hated barrier to her pleasure was gone, and Bonny knew, even before Jimmy
had buried his cock in her, that from now on she was going to get fucked by every guy available. Her conscience still protested that incest was wicked, but she didn't give a damn now, she was overwhelmed by pure lust.

Jimmy grunted and shoveled his prick in to the hilt, filling her creamy pussy with pounding cockmeat. His balls were jammed to her crotch and her cuntlips were plastered around the root of his fuckrod. Her unused cunt muscles fluttered. She tightened them, experimenting, and they rippled up his cockshaft in a series of contracting rings, running up from the thick roots of his prick to his thundering cock knob.

"Jesus, Sis, he groaned, as her pussy caressed him.

Bonny knew that from the very first, she was going to turn out to be a spectacular fuck. She rippled her pussy walls again, sucking on his precious load of cockmeat.

Fucking doggy fashion, with Jimmy looking over her shoulder, they could still enjoy watching their mother and father while they thrilled to the ecstasy of being coupled.

Jimmy held ever inch of his long prick buried in his sister's cunt, as if afraid to lose the sen-
sation by movement. He jerked his cock muscles and caused his prick to throb inside her as her moist pussy pulled and caressed his cock and shaft. Her tits swung under her as she squirmed on her brother's fat cock. She lowered her face until her chin was brushing against the floor and hiked her sweet ass up higher. Jimmy arched his back, shoving in as if he was trying to get even his balls stuck up her steaming fuckhole.

"Ooooh, Jimmy-it's so fucking good," she whimpered.

His cockhead expanded deep in her pussy, and his iron-hard fuck shaft levered in her cunt tunnel, hiking her ass and hips higher as it jerked to a new angle of elevation. Her cunthole was tight, but slippery. The walls seemed to revolve around him, wringing his fuckmeat. His cock was smoking hot, but her pussy felt even hotter.

Jimmy slipped one hand round her hips and dipped it into her crotch from in front. The heel of his palm rested on her plump cunt mound and his fingers began to massage her clit.

"Ahhh-that's nice," she purred, as her taut clit pulsed and throbbed against his hand.

The horny teen began to finger her shit hole
with his other hand, gently nudging his middle finger into her tight pussy-slit and wriggling it around, then frigging in and out. Bonny fondled his swollen balls as they lay jammed in her groin.

"Fuck me now, Jimmy," she urged. "Shove your big prick in and out and fuck me until I cream-Oh, shit! Oh, Jimmy! Pour your prick to my cunt and shot me full of fuck juice-"
Jimmy pulled back, slowly dragging his fucker from her pussy. Her cuntlips stretched out along his prick, pulling delightfully. He drew back until only his big purple cockhead was in her slot, paused for a moment, then fed her a long, rippling stroke that buried his prick to the hilt again and stuffed her to the brim.

As he fell into the rhythm, Bonny moved in counterpoint, shoving her ass back to meet his thrusts and rolling her hips as he withdrew, so that her fuckhole twisted around on his sliding cockmeat, adding torque to the in-and-out friction.

His balls were so full now that instead of swinging in and out they were railing like bowling balls into her crotch. He continued to finger her clit and asshole, embellishing the fucking
by this manual stimulation. She released his balls and held her hand over his for a moment, as if she were frigging herself. The sensation was magical, and enhanced by the fact that they were still watching their sexy mother sitting on their daddy's eager face.

Claire was pumping her belly and grinding her ass, working herself up to another coming on Charles' flailing tongue and lips. Cuntjuice streamed down both sides of his chin. He held her hips and tilted her up as if her cunt were a hairy goblet he was draining to the dregs. He said something, but she couldn't make out the words, hearing only a bubbling gurgle as he spoke right up her cunthole.

She looked back over her shoulder and saw that his prick was rock hard again, but his tongue was doing such delightful things to her pussy that she was reluctant to switch to his cock. There would be time to deal with his hard-on after she had creamed his mouth.

"Lap it up, darling," she moaned, and his tongue slapped into her, splashing in her juices.

Jimmy was fucking faster and harder now, humping into his sister like a dog as she panted like a bitch in heat and matched his vigorous
thrusts with equal vitality. He dipped down and pumped a long, under slung stroke into her, tilting her ass up on the thrust. Then he hiked up and plunged in at a downward angle that jammed her ass lower. His hips switched as he shoveled his cock to her from this side and that, then poured another under slung stroke that slid every inch of his drenched cockshaft across her tingling fuck bud.

Cuntjuice was spraying from her pussy as his prick stuffed her to the core. His cock was soaking wet from her seepage and ribbons of pussy cream ran over his balls. The overflow from her fuckhole cascaded down her thighs and drenched his belly. He was fucking his sister to jelly and she was wild with the joy of it. His prick seemed to be slamming halfway up her torso. She looked down past her swinging tits, expecting to see the outline of his cock raised in a furrow up her belly, like the track of a mole burrowing below the surface.

Jimmy jolted on relentlessly, remorselessly, loving this sister-fucking more than he had ever loved anything. The fact that he had deflowered the naughty nymphet, and that they were committing the sin of incest only added to the thrill
of it, and they both knew that they would be fucking and sucking and buggering an awful lot from now on. Bonny intended to screw every guy she could, now that she had started, but she knew that no fuck would ever be better than the one that her brother was throwing into her at the moment, no cock more delicious in her mouth.

A spasm wracked her nubile loins and she gasped.

"Cream in me, Jimmy," she whimpered. "I'm gonna fucking melt-shoot your hot, thick fuckjuice up my cunt
Her words enflamed him. Jimmy began to slam into her violently, his ass a white blur as it sped in and out. His balls rolled into her sodden crotch, and his cock felt like a heated crowbar as it stuffed her fuckhole to the brim.

They were building towards a dynamic double coming. Waves of joy lashed her loins and Jimmy groaned as the thrill swirled in his belly and balls. Abandoned to their own pleasure now, they were no longer paying any attention to their mother and father. Bonny's eyes were glazed and Jimmy was gazing down at her churning ass, anticipating pouring his slime in
to her pussy. And because they were lost to reality, neither of them realized that Jimmy's powerful strokes were slowly propelling Bonny forwards, slamming her ass and hips out so that she had to crawl-and that they were doggy fucking right through the doorway!
Claire heard Jimmy grunting and Bonny panting. She wondered if the naughty children were buggering again, or sucking. Twisting from the hips, she turned to glance at the doorway and gasped.

Bonny and Jimmy, fucking like animals in heat, were advancing right into the bedroom!
Claire stared, fascinated. . It was too late to prevent it now, even if she had wanted to- which was the last thing that the horny woman wished to do. She settled firmly onto her husband's face, tightening her thighs around his ears so that she was blocking out all sight and sound, concealing the situation from him.

Grunting, Jimmy slammed his prick into his sister's cunt and drove her another inch forwards. A glistening trail of cuntjuice lay in their wake as her pussy overflowed. Jimmy's knees were slipping around in the slimy stuff. He was nearing the peak now and he shifted his grip
from her clit and ass, gasping her firmly by the hipbones and pulling her ass back as he lunged in below.

"Come-come-flood my cunt-" Bonny wailed.

"Yeah! I'm nearly there!" he cried. Bonny's pussy rippled wildly as she began to cream. Jimmy could feel the steaming hot girl cum seep into her cunt-hole, drenching his thundering prick. He plunged into that bubbling crater like a rocket shot into an erupting volcano.

"Now!" he gasped, ramming in to the hilt. His jism slid into her in a shiny rope and Bonny gurgled with joy as she felt him hose her cunthole. Her own climax peaked and her pussy dissolved around his spurting cock. Jimmy was pumping the fuckjuice in to her furiously, squirting the slime into the core of her loins, and she was creaming again and again, cresting each time she felt another steaming load of jism on her.

"Ooooh-I love it!" she wailed.

The last of Jimmy's load burst in her and he sagged over her haunches, drained to the dregs. Bonny jerked against him, pumping out the last
spasms of her release on his prick. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling
dreamily. Jimmy smiled back at her in brotherly devotion. He was wondering if he should draw his emptied prick out of her cunt now, or leave it there and wait for his balls to fill up again.

He glanced towards the bed, to make sure that they would have time for another doggy fuck and gasped, as he saw that they had fucked right into the bedroom, and were right beside their parents on the bed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bonny saw the horrified look on her brother's face and turned to see what had caused it. She too, gasped when she realized that they had fucked right through the doorway and that their mother was staring at them. Bonny blushed with shame, but then she saw that Claire was smiling!
Claire held a finger to her lips, cautioning them to silence. She was obviously not shocked or angry, to their relief. Jimmy pulled his prick out of Bonny's pussy and a great flood of cum and cuntjuice gushed out. His cock was still
stiff. Giving his mother a grateful look, he started to move away.

But Claire motioned them to advance.

Bonny and Jimmy exchanged a glance of wonderment. Still on their knees, they crawled up to the foot of the bed. Claire signaled for them to wait there for a moment, and turned back to her husband.

"I want to suck you too, darling," she whispered.

A muffled grunt of enthusiasm bubbled in her crotch.

Claire began to slowly revolve. Without, for a moment removing her soaking cunt from Charles' upturned face, she threw one knee across and turned through a half-circle. She clamped her thighs tightly around his ears again and her firm, shapely ass rested on his forehead. Charles was deaf and blind in her groin, aware of nothing else as he gobbled merrily away.

Claire bent over his cock in the sixty-nining position. Looking at Bonny and Jimmy, through lowered lashes, she pushed her tongue out and licked the head of her husband's towering prick. Her tongue laved all over his flaring slab and fluttered up and down on his thick,
veined prickshaft.

Bonny and Jimmy stared in awe. They had watched her suck him off before, but now they were seeing if from only inches away and she was doing it in full knowledge of their observation!
"Your daddy's prick is delicious," Claire whispered to Bonny. "Would you like a taste?"
Bonny gulped and blushed, then nodded.

Claire folded her fist around the hilt of her husband's prick and pushed his cockknob out towards Bonny's face. Bonny hesitated for an instant, hardly able to believe that this was happening, wondering if Jimmy had fucked her into oblivion and she was dreaming.

Her tongue came out and she took a tentative lick.

She gave her mother a wary look, but Claire was still smiling encouragingly and with approval.

Bonny began to lap greedily at her daddy's huge prick. Having been drenched in Claire's cunthole, it was so fucking delicious that it made the girl's eyes water. Claire leaned in and began to lick his knob, too, tongue to tongue with her daughter.

Charles moaned in Claire's crotch. Claire had always been a wonderful cocksucker, but today she was excelling herself. It almost seemed as if she had two tongues?
Bonny, filled with cock-hunger and encouraged by her lascivious mother, parted her lips into an oval and fed her daddy's cockhead into her hot mouth. Her cheeks indented as she sucked voraciously on his meaty slab. Claire dipped down and began to run her nimble tongue up and down his slimy fuck stalk, tracing along the pulsing vein and licking her daughter's lips as she lapped to the top.

She slid down again and tongued his bloated balls, then licked up his cock again. Bonny pulled her lips to one side and they both began to suck on his cockhead, kissing each other with that thundering slab of purple meat shared between their lips.

Charles could hardly believe how wonderful this blowjob was! How had his wife developed this magical new technique? How was she managing to tongue his cockshaft and balls and suck on his cockhead at the same time? He would have liked to see how she was doing it, but his head was firmly buried in her steaming
pussy and he could only speculate and enjoy it. A glob of jism oozed from his pisshole and slid down his knob. Bonny gathered it up with her tongue and whimpered.

"Can I wallow his load?" she mouthed.

"Oh, yes-you can drink his cum, honey," Claire whispered. "We'll suck him off together and he can come in your mouth-"
Jimmy was standing in total amazement. As he watched his sexy mother and nubile sister share his father's prick, his own prick was bucking and jolting violently. Their pink tongues were slurping on his father's bulging knob and their lips mouthed him between them. Jimmy leaned closer, his eyes crossing.

Claire grinned at her son. Reaching out, she took his thundering cock in her hand, squeezing gently and promisingly. She didn't begin to frig him, however, but simply held him. She wasn't about to waste his load on a handjob.

Slippery streams of spunk flowed down Charles' thick cockshaft as his pisshole wept heavily. Bonny and Claire lapped it up greedily. They kissed again, letting his slime slide back and forth between their mouths, each swallowing a share of the delicious stuff. His knob
flared and pounded as their combined efforts brought him towards the crest. Knowing that he was going to blow his wad soon, Bonny sucked half of his prick into her mouth and began to pull her lips up and down his cockstalk as she nursed on his swollen cockhead hungrily.

"Ummmm," she whimpered as more precum seeped onto her tastebuds and trickled down her gullet.

Claire was lapping all around his balls and up the bottom half of his fuck stalk. Charles wondered again how she could be doing both things at once. She seemed to have a forked tongue.

Bonny was slobbering on his cockhead and Claire lapped up her saliva as it streamed down his cockshaft, streaked with gooey gobs of preliminary fuckjuice.

Then she drew Jimmy closer.

His cock was hammering so violently in her hand that she was afraid he might shoot before she got a chance to take it in her mouth. She drew his prick close and switched her blonde head across, abandoning her husband's balls for her son's cockhead.

Claire slurped Jimmy's cock into her greedy
mouth and began to suck voraciously on it. Having just come out of Bonny's drenched fuckhole, his prickmeat was tangy and creamy and succulent, and Claire was enjoying the taste of her daughter's cuntjuice as much as her son's cockmeat-and looking forward to sucking a load of that girl cum out of Bonny's pussy, as soon as she got the chance.

Jimmy, on his knees, began to hump, fucking in and out of his mother's sweet lips. The cock-hungry woman gulped as his prickhead jammed her gullet. She opened her throat and took it all in, deep-throating him, gorging herself on his succulent fuckmeat and eagerly awaiting his jism.

Jimmy groaned and fucked ball-deep into his mother's throat. His cock pulled from her lips, slathered with her saliva, then slid back in and down her gullet. She gagged, but took it all, loving every precious inch of his potent, teenage cockmeat.

Puffing up to his cockhead, she whispered, "Come for me, darling-I'm hungry for your

Jimmy fucked into her head faster, his prick swelling and throbbing as he pumped toward
the peak. Claire was nursing on her son's cock with far more relish than he had ever nursed on her nipples.

Bonny was showing equal enthusiasm as she sucked her daddy's delicious prick. Charles' precum was bubbling into her mouth in a steady flow now, and his ass was heaving up from the bed. Claire and Bonny glanced at each other, smiling around mouthfuls of cockmeat, wondering which of them was going to get the first drink.

As it turned out, they drank together.

Charles howled into Claire's cunt as his balls erupted. His thick cream gushed into his daughter's mouth. Bonny wailed and gulped it down ravenously, but there was so much of the stuff that it overflowed her lips and ran down her chin.

Jimmy groaned and humped, one open hand behind his mother's head, holding her steady as he fucked into her face.

Suddenly her mouth was full of gum.

"Umpfffff," she gulped, swallowing load after load of the succulent juice and sucking more out all the time.

Her son's jism was so tasty that it was driv-
ing her wild. Claire held her head steady and level, letting Jimmy fuck her mouth just as if it was a cunthole, and Bonny's head was bobbing up and down as she sucked her daddy off in the classic blowjob motion, milking his balls to the dregs.

Emptied, Charles sank back onto the bed and began to concentrate on sucking Claire off. Bonny continued to mouth him for a moment, milking out a few last tasty drops from his prick knob.

Jimmy shot his last spurt into his mother's mouth and sank back on his heels, his cock pulling from her lips. Her tongue shot out and gave his cockhead a parting slurp.

Then, with both their bellies delightfully full of jism, Claire and Bonny kissed each other passionately, swapping slimy tongues and cum flavored saliva back and forth.

Jerking and grinding on her husband's face, Claire looked down and saw that he still had a huge hard-on. Bonny, too, gazed down at the tower of iron-hard cockmeat.

"Why don't you sit on his prick, honey?" Claire suggested.

And Bonny thought that a delightful idea...

CHAPTER TWELVE
The nubile teenager crawled up onto the bed, kneeling astride her father's loins. Claire took Charles' prick in her hand and guided it up into her daughter's pussy. But then she pulled it away again.

"Let me wet you, first," she whispered.

Bonny's cunt was already soaking wet and wide open, but that was hardly the point. She grinned and thrust her belly out, tilting her crotch upwards. Claire pressed her face between
her daughter's thighs and shot her tongue up her cunthole.

"Ooooooh!" Bonny squealed. Her own mother was lapping her cunt! What a wild thrill it gave her. She wished that she could suck her mother, too, and knew damned well that she would get a chance soon. But at the moment Claire's pussy was occupied, and she didn't dare to join her daddy in that tasty snack.

Claire's tongue fucked Bonny's fuckhole and sucked on the trembling bud of her clit. Bonny's cunt was full of Jimmy's jism and the combined taste of cum and cuntjuice drove Claire suck crazy. Like Bonny, she was eagerly awaiting the time when, without Charles to hinder them, she and her daughter could suck each other off as long as they liked-and then Jimmy could fuck both of them to a frazzle.

Bonny's belly heaved as she ground her pussy around in her mother's eager face, spilling cream into her mouth. Claire's tongue was awash, floating in cum cream. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, a glutton gorging on a feast.

After a few minutes of delicious cunt lapping, Claire drew back and raised her head. She and

Bonny kissed again. Claire pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Thea she moved her hand behind Bonny's trim ass and gently drew her crotch down over Charles' rampant prick.

Holding his cock by the hilt, she used her fingers to spread Bonny's cuntlips open and fitted the tip of his prick into her oval pussy slot. Pussy nectar gushed down his cock. Bonny's thighs trembled as she hovered there, poised over her daddy's prick like a flagpole sitter. Claire turned her hand, brushing his cockhead through Bonny's slot. The girl's cuntlips spread over his fat slab like an. elastic band.

"Take his cock, honey," Claire urged.

Bonny began to slowly settle onto his massive fuck tool, taking it inch by inch up into her pussy-hole.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, filled with cock, and thrilled at having her daddy's prickmeat inside her cunthole.

Her thighs trembled and she sank down to the root of his prick, her cuntlips spreading put around the hilt and all of his huge fuckrod buried in her seething loins. His cock was in her even deeper than her brother's had been, she
thought. It was so long and thick that she felt as if it was coring her like an apple.
Holy shit, thought Charles. What the fuck is she doing to me now? Claire had deep-throated him many times before, but it had never felt like this. Her mouth felt exactly like a cunt, he thought, in wonderment. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Thinking that he was fucking his wife in the face, Charles began to fuck his daughter's cunt.

Bonny rode up his prick, thighs tensing, until only his cockhead was in her pussy. She fluttered her cuntlips on his fat cock slab and rubbed her clit against it, then slid back down and took every inch of his prick back into her fuckhole.

Claire gazed on, fascinated, watching her husband's cock vanish into her daughter's tight pussy, then come pulling out all slippery with creamy cuntjuice, dragging her pliable pink cuntlips outward on his soaking prickshaft. It was far too delicious a sight to resist, and Claire leaned in and began to embellish the fuck with her tongue.

Holy fucking shit! thought Charles, as a tongue was added to the action. But since he
believed he was getting a blowjob instead of a fuck, he wasn't unduly surprised, and he humped merrily away in his blessed innocence, blissfully unaware of why it felt so wonderful.

Claire licked and sucked on her husband's bloated balls as Bonny rode up and down on his fuckrod. How in hell can she be sucking my cock and my balls at the same time? he wondered. Why does her spit feel so much hotter and thicker than usual? Yet although he was mystified, Charles was not at all suspicious. In his own bed with his own wife, he never dreamed they might have company.

As Bonny pulled her clinging pussy up to the head of his towering cockshaft, her cuntjuice foamed down his fat fuckrod. Claire whimpered and ran her flattened tongue up the veined underside, slurping her daughter's cunt cream from her husband's prickmeat.

As she lapped up, moaning, more pussy juice gushed out. Claire licked up to the coupling, tonguing the slimy sweetness of Bonny's cuntlips as they stretched around Charles' cockhead, then fluttering her nimble lapper against the girl's clit.

Bonny jerked as if electrocuted as with her
fuckhole full of cockmeat, she felt Claire's tongue on her clit.

She pushed down, taking all of her daddy's prick into her fuck box again. Claire slurped on his prick stalk as it slid in, then lapped hungrily at her daughter's clit again. What a feast this was for a hungry horny woman like Claire! All the elements of the bizarre situation thrilled her to the core. There was exhibitionism involved, and voyeurism, combined with lesbianism and incest. Any one of them would have delighted her, but together they were providing the best sex she had ever known. She ground her cunt on Charles' face and slurped greedily away at cock and cunt, burying her lovely, radiant face in Bonny's crotch.

Jimmy, neglected, was going crazy.

He was ducking around, leaning in to gaze upon the scene from one side, then the other. His face was flushed and his prick was so huge and hard that it was getting in the way as he moved around, hovering over the coupling threesome. His flaring prick knob was angled and throbbing.

He knelt down and placed his chin in the foot of the bed, getting as close as he could to the
action. Jimmy didn't know which he found more exciting, watching his sister getting fucked by their father's big cock, or seeing his sexy mother tonguing them both.

He jerked his prick out toward his sister's crotch and his mother's head suggestively and hopefully. He thought that he might at least have the pleasure of his mother's caressing hand, since her sweet mouth was already occupied. His cock knob, angry red and smoking hot, flared only inches from the woman's cheek.

But Claire was concentrating completely on giving head, and she failed to notice her son's tormented hard-on as he shoved it at her. Her hands were on Bonny's hips, hauling the slim girl up and down, as if using her cunt to jerk Charles off. With her pussy on Charles' face, there was no portion of her body available for Jimmy.

Bonny was ignoring her brother, as well. Looking down through misty eyes, she saw his prick looming out toward her belly, but she had already had that cock in her mouth and up her shit hole and in her cunt, and at the moment she was far more interested in her daddy's cock
and her mother's slurping tongue. Bonny knew that she would be emptying those brotherly balls and getting plenty of sibling slime again and soon, but right now, she was giving all her attention to the double action in her groin.

She reached down and held Claire's head between her hands, her fingers twisting in the golden blonde tresses, as she jerked her belly out. Claire's forehead was pressed to Bonny's cunt mound as she mouthed the girl's pussy and the cock that filled it.

"Yeah-lap my cunt, Mom," she moaned. The words were descriptive of what was happening, rather than instructive, since Claire was already lapping away with total enthusiasm on Bonny's steaming, well-stuffed slot. But the naughty nymphet wanted to say them, to add her erotic words to the action.

Jimmy groaned in agony as his abandoned cock pounded. He folded his fist around it, thinking that he would have to jerk himself off and watch his spunk squirt onto his mother's face. But he didn't begin to stroke his cock yet, still hoping to bury it somewhere and to empty his balls into hot, wet flesh.

Claire gasped into Bonny's crotch. Her ass
was dancing wildly as she rode her husband's face and they all knew that the woman was having another orgasm. Jimmy and Bonny both looked up and saw her hairy cunt cream on Charles' mouth.

Charles gurgled with delight as his wife filled his mouth with her sweet cum-cream. He swallowed it hungrily. Lines of cuntjuice ran down the sides of his chin as his lips overflowed.

Charles sucked her cunthole dry, then stopped mouthing her, thinking she was finished and would change positions now, shifting around to continue sucking him off or to fuck him. But Claire kept her pussy firmly clamped on his face and her thighs tight to his ears. Charles slid his tongue up into her fuckhole and she wriggled.

She drew her face out of Bonny's crotch and loosened her thighs over her husband's ears long enough to wail, "More, darling-suck my cunt off again-don't stop!"
Her legs clamped tight again and Charles cheerfully began to tongue and suck, starting her on the road to another creamy orgasm without haying her pussy off his mouth for an instant. It was no hardship to suck that delicious cunt for as long as she wanted-especially when
she was blowing him at the same time.

Claire was always horny, perhaps a borderline nymphomaniac, but he had never known her as passionate as she was today.

Claire pushed her face back into Bonny's groin and began to lick away with redoubled gusto. Bonny's thighs tensed, lifting her cunthole up to the head of her daddy's towering prick, the motion assisted by Claire's hands on her hips.

Bonny began to shake violently. Her blonde head tossed from side to side and her blue eyes glazed.

"Oh, shit-I'm coming-coming-" she moaned.

"Oooooh!" Claire squealed, hungry for her daughter's cum flow. She opened her mouth wide.

Bonny rode up again and creamed on the top of the stroke, with her father's cockhead in her slot and his throbbing stalk standing out between them.. Her cream poured down his cockshaft and Claire slurped it up with her tongue ravenously.

Bonny pushed down to the roots of his cock again, and Claire went suck-crazy on the girl's
pussy, slurping the cum juices out of her and gulping the sweet nectar down voraciously.

Bonny shuddered through her lovely coming. Drained, she settled down on Charles' cock, holding steady. Charles hadn't shot his wad yet and he continued to hump, shoving his daughter up and down on his loins as he heaved up from the bed.

"Keep sucking!" he cried, the words coming muffled and distorted from out of his wife's groin. He thought that his cock was buried in Claire's mouth but that she had stopped working on it. Bonny grinned impishly, delighted by the deception. She worked her cunt muscles and they rippled up his prick from hilt to crown, the tight rings closing. Charles moaned at the sensation. It was amazing what his horny wife could manage to do with her sweet mouth, he thought.

And although she wasn't doing what Charles thought, Claire was certainly doing plenty of oral work. Now she was gently licking her daughter's clit, coaxing it into a new frenzy. Her fuck bud had shrunk and softened after Bonny creamed but now it was starting to swell and stiffen again as the girl started to build up
towards yet another crest, without ever having removed her cunt from her daddy's prick.

She began to ride his cock again, sliding her wet cunthole up and down steadily, meeting his thrusts as he heaved up and taking his cockhead into the very core of her pussy.

Charles' pisshole was weeping now. As Bonny's cuntjuice flowed down his prick, Claire lapped the succulent sauce up hungrily, not knowing which she loved more, cum or cuntjuice. Slurped up together on the same tongue stroke, the slimy feast was scrumptious beyond belief.

Claire and Bonny were very glad that Claire had already emptied Charles' balls twice, in her mouth and her cunt, because he was lasting a lot longer this third time, and they wanted him to last as long as he possibly could. Bonny wanted to fuck herself for hours on her daddy's lovely prick-especially when her nimble tongued mother was embellishing the coupling by licking around the edges.

But Jimmy was not so pleased by his father's stamina. The horny teen was seething with frustration, desperate with need. When his sister had creamed, he'd been hopeful of getting a
crack at one of them, but now the fuck was continuing without interruption and his poor prick was still left unattended. He wailed in dismay and despair. Again, he thought about beating his own meat and shooting on his mother's face, but he hated the idea of wasting his load. He could always jerk off in solitude-it seemed a shame to settle for his own hand.

He watched Bonny's slick pussy pull up and push down. The thick vein in Charles' cockshaft was pounding hard, but his well-drained balls showed no signs of coming again yet. Jimmy gave his prick a pump and it jumped violently.

He resigned himself to the torment of, his frustration, and consoled himself with the knowledge that from now on he would be getting all the pussy and mouth that he wanted, from both his sister and mother.

Claire's wet pink tongue fluttered softly against her daughter's rosy clit then slid up into her cunthole, tongue fucking her soaking slot alongside her husband's cock. Her moist red lips clamped over Bonny's pussy folds, kissing and sucking lovingly. She slid down to lap at Charles' balls for a bit, then worked back up his slimy prick, playing it like a flute and
clamping over Bonny's again as she came to the top. Claire was delirious with the joy of double-sucking, and her own insatiable fuckhole was starting to steam again as she ground it around on her husband's willing face.

Her mouth filled with cuntjuice and preliminary cock seepage and she gulped the savory stuff down and used her curled tongue like a spoon, to slurp more out. She was paying more attention to her daughter's cunt than her husband's cock now. After all, she had sucked Charles' tasty prick countless times, and this was the first time that she had feasted on Bonny's delicious cunt. As Bonny's pussy pulled up on Charles' rampant fucker, Claire's blonde head rose up with her, sucking and tonguing steadily at each elevation, her lips clamped on the girl's pussy like a limpet clinging to a mossy rock.

"Give me more to drink-" Claire wailed, speaking right up Bonny's cunthole and addressing Charles' swollen balls at the same time. She was yearning for the magic moment when Charles unloaded his cum into Bonny's cunthole, so that she could suck the combined cum cream out of
the girl.

"Have a drink out of this, Mom," Jimmy pleaded, shoving his cock out toward her face.

But Claire ignored him, busy on Bonny's pussy, hardly aware of the frustrated boy's presence. Jimmy rose to his feet again, on shaky legs, his prick jerking upright. In desperation, he offered it to his sister's mouth hopefully, longingly. But Bonny, too, was concentrating totally on the double-action in her crotch. She loved sucking her brother's sweet prick of course, and would do so almost any time he wanted her to, but at the moment she didn't want any distractions.

"Later, Jimmy," she promised.

Jimmy groaned. Later might be too late, he thought. His balls were threatening to explode of their own accord, and the tip of his cockhead was all foamy with seepage, the milky-white fluid glistening against his dark purple slab as it oozed from the cleft.

Bonny, rising towards another peak, was jerking her ass wildly as she rode her daddy's cock. Jimmy was standing close as he pleadingly held his prick to her face and her smooth hip was brushing against him. He saw her ass churn
and suddenly grinned fiendishly.

What an asshole I am! he thought, as he realized that there had been a fuckhole available to him all the time.

Thighs trembling and prick pounding violently, like some berserk jackhammer, Jimmy stepped around behind his sister at the foot of the bed. He looked down for a moment, watching his daddy's cock vanish and emerge in her cunt, then shifted his gaze up to her ass. As Bonny pushed down, gorging her fuckhole on cockmeat, the firm cheeks of her cute ass spread open and her shit hole was fully revealed. The dark passage had already been well-lubricated by a load of brotherly ball-juice and its puckered slot was open.

Jimmy leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. "Can I shove it up your asshole, Sis?" he asked.

"Oooooh!" she wailed, thrilled by the idea. A mouthful of cock, delicious though it might be, would have been a distraction, but the thought of having both her cunt and her asshole stuffed at the same time was a real turn-on. She switched her sweet ass tantalizingly, flaunting her charms.

"Yeah-fuck my ass!" she moaned.

Jimmy took his prick by the hilt and guided his swollen fuckknob into his sister's shitter, rubbing it around at the entrance. Since he had already blazed a trail up into the mysterious regions of her bowels, he knew it would go in more easily this time. He began to slowly wedge his fat knob through her tight assbud.

"Oooooh, Mom-Jimmy is gonna fuck my asshole!" Bonny wailed.

Claire whimpered with joy at that erotic knowledge, and her tongue went crazy on Bonny's throbbing clit.

Inch by inch, Jimmy worked his thick cock up into his sister's hot shit chute. He shifted his grip to her hips, grasping her, just above his mother's hands, and hauled her back to meet his thrusts. With a lurch, he buried himself to the roots in her guts.

Bonny gasped and settled down so that all of her daddy's cock was up her fuckhole and all of Jimmy's prick was in her ass. She was stuffed so full she thought that her hipbones might jump right out of their sockets. Jimmy's cumbags hung down into her crotch, pressed against their father's swollen balls.

Tossing her head back, she cried, "Fuck me, Jimmy! Shove your prick in and out of my ass-"
Jimmy began to pump it to her steadily, drawing back until the ledge of his cockhead appeared in her shithole, pausing for an instant, then shoveling all of his prickmeat into her bowels again. Bonny started to ride her daddy's cock again, in rhythm with Jimmy, so that one cock was going in as the other drew out.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, wild with the joy of it.

Jimmy's balls swung in and whacked against Charles', both swollen sacs sloshing with cum. He fed his cock to his sister's guts with plunging thrusts that tilted her pelvis up and down. As his cock filled her asshole, he was shoving her up to the head of her father's cock, and as he pulled out she settled back to the roots of his towering prick. Bonny didn't have to move at all, she was being driven up and down on the double thrusts of that carnal two-stroke engine.

Claire pushed her head in and tongued her husband's and her son's balls, as they jammed together, then drew back and mouthed her daughter's pussy once more. She cried out for
someone-anyone-to come. She was ready to come again herself.

Then, dynamically, they all creamed together!
Claire's pussy melted into Charles' mouth and Bonny's cunthole creamed on Charles' cock and Claire's tongue. Charles gasped into Claire's crotch and his fuckjuice fountained up into his daughter's cunt, and at the same instant, Jimmy emptied his jism into the girl's shit chute. He jammed in again and again, squirting slime into her bowels. The fat plunger of his prick pumped it back out of her slot, and his cum flowed down into her crotch, mixing with her cuntjuice and with their daddy's jism, and providing their mother with a triple taste treat.

Claire gulped down pussy cream and two varieties of fuckjuice greedily. Her own cunt was overflowing, as if the cum she was swallowing was rushing right through her body and pouring out into her husband's mouth. They pumped away frantically, the whole complex structure shaking with the shared spasms of bliss.

At long last, the carnal fucking machine ground to a halt, every drop spent, every spasm drained away.

They clung together for a few moments, sup-
porting each other, panting like dogs. Then Charles squirmed.

"Hey-I gotta come up for air," he said.

It was time to escape, the teens knew. Jimmy pulled his soiled cock out of his sister's asshole and Bonny rode up and dragged her soaking cunthole off her daddy's softening prick. Claire leaned out and gave Bonny's flooded pussy a last loving slurp, then motioned Jimmy closer and sucked his drenched prick clean. Drawing back, she smiled at them-a smile of promise for the exciting future they would share. Then Bonny and Jimmy fled out the doorway, heading for her bedroom where they intended to have a bit more sibling affection.

As soon as the teens were out of sight, Claire rolled away and released her husband's head. His face was slathered with cunt cream from brow to chin. He grinned and leaned over to kiss her, grateful for the wonderful blowjob he thought she'd given him.

He wondered, vaguely, why her lips tasted more of cuntjuice than of his cum?
Then he noticed the door.

"Christ, honey," he said. "You left the fucking door open! What if the kids had seen us?"

"How careless of me," said Claire.

He wondered why she was smiling so mysteriously.

THE END

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Mom On The Make by Robert Vickers

FOREWORD

The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives, can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.

There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform extremely difficult plays, takes drug to improve his performance.

Joanne King is one of these people, for her problem-an alcoholic husband whose bitterness and anger finally send him on a rampage of violence and rape-leads her to accept comfort and sexual solace in a way most in our society would consider taboo.

MOM ON THE MAKE-the story of a woman faced with staggering problems, emotional, financial and physical-and the path she takes to solve them. A novel with a message to today's society.


Mom On The Make
by Robert Vickers

CHAPTER ONE

"Goddammit, you fuckin' slut, what d'ya mean sayin' somethin' like that to your husband?" Lee slurred.

Joanne King could barely tolerate the hundred horsepower breath gusting into her face. Her husband had really gone on a binge this time. He was drunker than she could ever remember seeing him. She didn't much like it-and had told him so.

"Please, Lee, don't cause a scene. .

"Scene?! You stinking cunt! I'll do any damn thing I damn well please and you're not gonna say a fuckin' word about it!"
Before Joanne could open her lips to speak, Lee backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood
dribbling down her chin.

"Why did you do that, Lee? Why?" she asked. "Teach you not to give me no more lip,' that's why!"
Joanne's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her guts chum and go weak and watery. This was it. She had had it with Lee and his weekly drunks when she had married him almost twenty years ago, he had been a nice, easygoing sort of guy. But the pressures of getting a job, then hanging onto it, had preyed on him. He wasn't the smartest or most talented man in the world, but Joanne had loved him.

The pressures had simply been too much, and he had turned to booze for his comfort.

Joanne had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his dependence on liquor, but it seemed that the more she meddled, the worse Lee got. Finally, Joanne had resigned herself to the fact that Lee probably was better off going on his binges.

The past month had been pure hell for her, though. Lee had gotten totally blasted out of his head every night and had grown more and more callous toward her. Joanne couldn't understand it. All that mattered was the change.

Lee was treating her like a slave instead of his wife and mother of their two children. Joanne knew that Lee had already driven their son, Eddie, away for good. The constant fights, the loud shouting matches that solved nothing, had been too, much for Eddie. He was in the, process of moving out of the King house and finding a place of his own. But that would have happened anyway, Joanne told herself. Eddie was a big boy. Eighteen in less than ~a month and time for him to be out on his own.

"Yer makin' me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like that. Ya ain't got any shame left, do you? Yer nothin' but a cheap whore now screwin' every stud in this goddamn neighborhood!"
Joanne looked at her husband in surprise. She was as faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she was a good wife. Faithful to her marriage vows.

"What the hell are you talking about, Lee? I don't understand what you mean."
"Don't lie to me, you fuckin' bitch!" Lee snarled. "I know you been going around the place selling your body to any man who can get five bucks together." His blurry eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was incredible that a thirty-five-year-old woman could be so youthful in body and face.

Her figure was something most models would have sneered at-Joanne King was too full-bodied. She wasn't the scrawny, emaciated-looking model. That 37-24-36 would never have made the covers of any of the high-fashion magazines.

It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on the street. They appreciated the trim lines, the taut, firm fits that jutted proudly in front of her body, swaying the barest amount as she walked. Her trim waist flared out seductively to woman1y~ hips and a round, tight ass that wiggled and swung as she strolled along.

Joanne didn't consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to ogle. It was just a part of her that she couldn't control. Could she really control the symmetric beauty of her face, the finely boned
structure or the lustrous blonde hair? That was as much out of Joanne's power to alter as the rolling, seductive motion of her butt, that could give the coldest of men a raging hard-on.

The woman stared down at her creamy white body. She was dressed in a nightgown, filmy and bluely transparent. It did nothing to hide the ruddy nipples cresting her boobs or the darker triangle of the muff nestled between her thighs.

Joanne was a sexy woman. She wasn't responsible for what nature had done to her-and this was the . first time Lee had ever seemed to complain about it. His name-calling and derogatory statements further confused her. Joanne tried to pull the flimsy nightgown closer around her voluptuous, youthful-appearing 'body in an unconscious move.

"Damn you!" Lee cried, crossing the room to where his wife cowered by the kitchen wall. "You sell your body to any two-bit stud and now yer tryin' to keep me from fucking you! WHORE!"
Lee brutally grabbed Joanne's antis and shook her. Joanne's brushed hair became disarrayed and fluttered around her face like a cobweb of platinum strands. When Lee heard Joanne's teeth click together from the Powerful shaking, he stopped.

"You'll put out for the likes of Fontaine but ya won't fer me, huh?" Lee's eyes had become bright, glowing with an insane lust and hatred that frightened Joanne,
"Fontaine? That dirty creep? I hate that man, and you damn well know it!'~ Joanne protested.

"LIAR!" Lee backhanded his wife one more time. Before she could wipe away the fresh rivulet
of blood, Ice seized her hands. His powerful fist clamped tightly around both of his wife's slender, almost fragile wrists. Joanne was incapable of freeing herself from his grip.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Lee declared, a knife-edge of evil intent cutting through the fear rampaging in Joanne's brain.

She gasped as Lee lifted her and dumped her over the back of one of the kitchen chain. It was a straight-backed wooden chair. The splintery crosspiece mercilessly gouged into Joanne's tender, smooth-skinned belly. The woman tried to straighten up and escape the degrading posture of having her ass protruding into the air, but Lee's mighty muscles began to force her more and more into the back of the chair.

Joanne's breath gusted from her lungs.

Momentarily out of breath, she was totally at the mercy of her berserk, enraged and lustful husband. He had never done something like this before; the terrified woman didn't know what to expect from him. Lee might be content with only beating her.

But Joanne King felt deep down in her gut that Lee wouldn't be content with just a felt bruises. He had something else in mind. And it wouldn't be pleasant for the woman. Not at all.

Joanne weakly struggled to regain the wind that had been knocked out of her. She found that Lee had tied her legs to the wooden legs of the chair with twine he had found in the nearby drawer. The coarse brown string was rough and cruelly cut into her tender anides. The agony of the bindings
flooded up her legs. - - .1

Her slender calves seemed to fill with red-hot pain. Creeping upward with the inevitable power of the ocean's tide, the pain seated into her thighs, those marvelous, white and tender thighs that had so delighted Lee-and her-previously.

Lee wasn't finished with his job of tying her up, however. He was only beginning.

"So, slut, you're beginning to see what I can really do to you, huh? Just wait!"
With those ominous words, Lee savagely pulled the loops of twine tight around Joanne's wrists. With her hands bound behind her back, she lost the advantage of leverage. Joanne was doubled over the back of the chair now, her legs tightly tied down, her hands bound behind her back.

When she tried to twist and fall over onto the floor, Lee landed a stunning blow to the side of her head. "Don't get me mad, whore, or you'll really regret it!" Lee grabbed a handful of his wife's long, blonde hair and yanked her head back to stare into her grey eyes. He gawked wildly when he saw the pure, undiluted fear that flooded out.

Joanne swallowed and croaked out, "Stop this, Lee. PLEASE! You're my husband! I love you!" The rest of her words were lost in a choking that seized her. She wasn't able to speak with her head bent at this unnatural-angle.

Lee laughed harshly. "Love me? A slut like you don't know the meaning of the word;" He went to the liquor cabinet; opened 'it and pulled out a fifth of gin, then twisted the cap off and took a deep pull from the bottle.

He wiped his lips with his forearm and smacked his lips -in appreciation. "Now, that's just what I ~tf6~d. YhVt aft td'fBtkliiMPt bft?PIUJ fl~Z

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Joanne's body quivered with horror. She was in the most vulnerable position a woman could be forced into. Her legs were tied so that they were spread wide apart. Her hands were securely, lightly, brutally bound behind her back. The savage pain that lanced into her arms and shoulders constantly reminded her of the nightmarish quality of this entire scene. And bent double over the chair so that her pert, rounded white ass was thrust up in the air just invited all sorts of evil things.

And Joanne was sure that the drunken, booze-sotted brain of her husband would think up all sorts of cruel, perverted things to do to her while she was helpless.

The woman tried to raise her head again. Lee grabbed the long strands of honey gold again and jerked. Joanne squealed in pain.

"Don't like that, huh? See how ya like this!" Lee took his handful of hair and began fastening it to the front nags of the kitchen chair.

His wife's head was locked into position by her very own hair! Lee had used the tightest, hardest knots he could to tie Joanne's luxurious locks to the chair. Her head was immobile.

She had been able to move slightly before. Now, she couldn't move her head at all. The woman was absolutely at the drunken man's mercy. -
And Lee King didn't have any mercy tonight. Not for Joanne.

"That gown yer wearin' is disgusting. I'm going to rip it off your ugly body!"
Lee grabbed a handful of the nylon fabric and yanked. He pulled so hard that the chair with Joanne attached was lifted from the linoleum floor. The floor. The torn fabric however only tore
slightly. It hadn't ripped off the quivering woman'stender body like Lee had anticipated.

"Goddamn!" Lee snarled.

Joanne began to moan piteously, a low animal sound creeping from her bruised lips. The thin stream of blood that had been flowing down her chin had dried. But the puffiness in her lips began to prevent more than simple groans from being articulated.

'Tucking nylon skit! I'll get that friggin' stuff off'
Joanne felt the wet gush of gin over her ass and smooth back. The liquor flowed into her hair and began to seep into her eyes, no matter how tightly she clamped her eyelids shut. She didn't know what Lee was up to, but she knew it wasn't going to be very nice.

When she heard the scratch and tiny whoosh! of a kitchen match being lit, she knew what her husband planned on doing. Joanne tried to scream, butte roar of the igniting alcohol came first.

Lee had set fire to the potent liquor. The alcohol burned with a bright flame until the nylon of her nightgown started to melt, then catch fire and burn on its own. The inexorable tide of flame followed her spine as it devoured the peignoir with an avid, hungry tongue licking, at her sensitive body.

The heat scorched her flesh. The fire began to char her soft ass, turning it a bright, fiery red before all the alcohol and material had been consumed.

But the track of gin that had seeped into her hair was beginning to burn with ferocity.

Her eyebrows singed and intolerable pain lanced into her head where the booze burned under her eyes.

Joanne coughed, then groaned in agony. She made the silent vow that she'd get even with Lee if it was the last thing she ever did. And, she thought suddenly, it might be the last thing she'd even think of! The drunk bastard was going to kill her!
The woman screamed, loud, long and in anguish.

Lee laughed even more harshly than before. "So, my little cunt doesn't like getting burned, eh? The flamin' nylon's about all gone from your ugly body. I think I'm going to fuck you now like you never been fucked before!"
Joanne shuddered. She had been humiliated. Now what did this drunken madman have in mind? She wouldn't have minded his cock inside her. The woman loved the feel of Lee's long, huge tool surging up into her cunt.

But she knew that he wouldn't use his prick on her. That was too easy, and this entire drunken scene had been nothing but pure hell for her solar. Lee was sure to come up with something obscene and painful-and degrading
Joanne King was right.

Lee had opened the refrigerator door and had been rummaging around-and it wasn't for something to fix into a midnight snack. Joanne heard the footsteps approaching her from behind. Tied as she was, she couldn't see what Lee was going to do.

Joanne screamed in pain as Lee slammed, a thick, knobby, bumpy cucumber into her diy tnt. For a brief instant the woman thought she would pass out front, the pain. It had become unbearable.

She gritted her teeth. She'd take whatever he had to offer, then spit in his face.

She wouldn't show him any fear or that she was in pain. He would only enjoy it all the more if she did.

But that thin resolve faded quickly when Lee crammed the cucumber flail length into her cunt. The delicate membranes of her match walls surged and tried to stretch to take this obscene invader. The tissues of her pussy tore as Lee began ramming the long cylinder of vegetable in and out of his wife's cunt.

Joanne twitched feebly and began to cry, salty tears leaving tracks down her blackened cheeks.

"What'sa matter, baby? Too big for you? After all those men been puffin' it to you? Lemme help you out!"
Joanne heard the click of metal against glass, then a slurping noise. When she felt the butter knife covered with mayonnaise enter her quiff, the woman involuntarily shuddered in reaction. The blade was cold, dull, but it penetrated far into her twat. And the slick, viscous slime of the mayonnaise covered the inner reaches of her snatch m a matter of seconds. In spite of everything she could do, she felt her own cunt juice beginning to sluggishly flow. She was not sexually aroused by this hideous scene of degradation and humiliation, but the manipulating of her genitals betrayed her. Joanne's body began to respond.

When Lee was finished, her cunt mound and gash were totally covered with the sloppy mess. Lee proclaimed, after taking another long drink from the bottle of gin, "That'll fix you up real good for ya'!" He. raiuzncd the~massivesucumber
forward into his wife's cunt again.

The lubricating qualities of the mayonnaise helped a bit, but not too much. Joanne still felt that her twat was being wrenched out of shape. Torn and ripped apart.

When Lee began beating her with a spatula, shafts of pain leaped through the bound woman's body. The flat of the metal utensil left a bizarre pattern on her skin. Every time Lee struck her with the spatula, lightning bolts seared deep into Joanne's chest and back- First burned, now beaten.

What else could the insane man come up with?
Joanne found out.

Lee began hammering the cucumber deep into his wife's quiff using the handle of a meat tenderizer as a battering ram. Joanne sagged limply against the chair, her forehead pressed into the hard seat of the wooden kitchen chair. The cucumber was slightly curved and Lee was intent on shoving the entire length into her cunt.

The agony of each inch as it penetrated her tormented pussy made Joanne wish she were dead. The pain and anguish flooded her senses like water flowing into a bathtub. She was soon filled to overflowing with searing, burning, hideously frightful pain.

The bend in the cucumber due into her emit walls, pushed her internal organs around giving her pain as seven as childbirth. Joanne couldn't even take in a breath without a knife blade of terrible ferocity digging into her mind and body.

She cried, "Stop! Please, oh, dear God, STOP!" As if he hadn't heard, Lee continued. Seeing the cucumber's rough, nagged exterior buried full length in Joanne'scrotch, Lee began lightly
pounding her ass with the meat tenderizer. The spiked hammer drew minute points of blood every time it landed.

Lee drunkenly hiccupped as he slurred out, "Gonna have a real tender ass for me to fuck, you betcha!"
As suddenly as it had been shaved into her cunt, the cucumber seemed to vanish. Lee had yanked it out to leave an incredible void inside Joanne's Match. If the pain had been bad, the sudden empty feeling was even worse.

Joanne . hated Lee with a passion she hadn't known she possessed. And yet• she couldn't help begging him for his massive cock. That throbbing, quivering, wonderful length of prick that had given her pleasure so many times.

"Fuck me, Lee! Ohhh, fuck meee!"
"So the slut needs my prick in her? The cucumber wasn't good enough, eh? Okay. I'll flick you. Like you never been flicked by anybody ever before!"
With a sudden surge of his hips, Lee's purple-headed click parted the tormented lips of Joanne's cunt and entered the greased slot into her belly. She felt the broad knob of Lee's cock smash info her gut. Again, she was filled with pain, but this time it was a good pain, a familiar pain.

Lee had buried his prick its full seven inches up into her steaming, hungry, tortured cunt.

Through a mist of pain and burning came pleasure. It built up slowly. It wasn't the sharp, insistent dagger of pain that had been crammed into her innards. This was a quiet, soft feeling. A feeling of being filled. Filled with vibrant, alive, all-male cock!

Joanne groaned as the warmth began to spread throughout her loins. As Lee round his crotch against her pin-pricked butt, pain began to mix with the pleasure. But the pain accented the pleasure, made it seem better. More intense than she had ever felt before, the feel of Lee's cock sliding up and down its slippery sheath of female cunt excited her.

The woman's moans of pain turned to complete enjoyment. No matter that she was bound, her bands swelled from the lack of circulation. The brutal bonds that held her legs spread wide were ignored. All that was important now was the feel of the plum-topped shaft of her husband's mighty doing as it raced back and forth inside her frothing snatch.

Joanne heard Lee's harsh grunts as he shoved his hips forward. She felt the jerking, pulsing prick buried in her flack-hole. In spite of all the beating and I" ~ation she had suffered at her husband's ha..,..,, t~r cunt began to moisten from lust.

The sluggish flow of her cunt juice soon flushed out the slimy mayonnaise and cleansed her snatch of the blood from torn membranes. When these were cleared out of her twat, it was as if an animal of passion ruptured.

Joanne's cunt seemed to explode with juice, drenching Lee's throbbing, thrusting tool. in mere seconds, the man felt his cock completely slippery with Joanne's pussy cream. The cylinder of his dong continued to slip in and out of the tight hale of his wife's cunt while the secretions from her twat trickled onto his balls. The tickly feeling began to drive Lee mad with lust.

The booze still fogged his brain'now lust drove
him ever onward to climax. It didn't matter to him if Joanne was satisfied. All he cared about was his own pleasure. The feelings inside his prong built up. His cock expanded and pressed firmly . against the tight, clutching walls of Joanne's gripping, ripply cunt.

The~ man's balls felt like they were pressurized. lie was a pressure cooker with only one escape valve. The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his bloated rod expanded slightly and the first drop of pre-cum beaded the knob. His mindless, lusty fuckings into his wife's cunt wiped that tiny signal of his coming orgasm away.

Like a berserk battering tam, Lee thrust harder and deeper into Joanne's twat with each forward movement of his hips. He felt the tiny droplets of blood from his wife's ass against his hairy upper thighs. It didn't matter.

He felt his wife's heaving, gasping breath, and he steadied himself with his hands on her back. It didn't matter.

AU that mattered to Lee King was his own pleasure. He felt the fiery tide of his cum race the length of his dick and erupt with volcanic fun' inside Joanne's cunt. Lee kept pumping, driving, fucking forward as hard and fast as he could for the maximum pleasure he could derive.

His cock felt like it was being burned away by the friction against her tight, hot, steamy cunt walls. The knob was fully exposed as the foreskin rippled back with each of his mighty pistonings. The only thing that he• cared about was satiation. He was seeing his wild lust in the only way he could-he was virtually raping his wife.

Then a splurge of Lee's cum
splatter against her cunt walls. She shuddered in reaction. The bent-double position she was fled in was awkward, damned uncomfortable. And yet
and yet, she found herself enjoying this torture.

She would have done anything in the world to pt Lee's cock back into her cunt. She had felt so empty, so completely deserted when Lee had painfully yanked the torturing cucumber out of her twat. The woman needed something to fill the hole.

Lee's cock filled her flack-hole well. The pain of her position seemed to give her a new perspective. She couldn't forgive him for what he had done to her, but she couldn't deny that he was giving her a full measure of pleasure now. Joanne sailed to new heights of erotic 'fulfillment as Lee wantonly flicked her gaping, dribbly cunt.

He was reaming her out with nothing but his own pleasure in mind. But he was giving his wife some small measure of satisfaction, too. Joanne felt the electric tingles every time Lee's mighty cock shoved deep into her snatch. The squishing noise as he fucked her had an oddly stimulating effect on her. That and the harsh breathing of her husband seemed to ignite the fires of lust deep within her tortured cunt.

Joanne was almost ready to climax when Lee pulled free, his tool deflated and useless after he had shot his wad.

Joanne cried out, "Damn you! Get me off! Fuck meee!"
Her demands fell on deaf ears. Lee King gazed at the doubled-over figure of his wife with nothing but contempt. He had heard all those stories about her
fucking around with Fontaine. Fontaine, the sloppy, dirty, clap-carrying rag-picker. And the mailman. How could he forget the story John told him about Joanne and the mailman?
Lee didn't want to think about all the other adulteries that John had so graphically detailed. Lee found a fresh bottle of gin and took another deep gulp. He felt the fiery liquid sear its way to his belly. It seemed to form a pool inside him, adding to his hatred.

Contemptuously, the man said, "You get off too many times with too goddamn many men. I'm going to play with you a while longer."
He took another drink as Joanne said, "What's going on, Lee? Tell me! Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why? You're askin' why? John's told me about all the guys you been screwin' around with. And you askin' me why!"
"John?" Suddenly things began to fall into place. Joanne had told John to go play with himself when he'd put the make on her at the office party last month. This was that evil bastard's way of getting even 'with her!
"Lee, listen! John's been lying to you. I haven't been sleeping around. I even put him off and he must be pissed at me for it. I've been-"
"Shut up!" Lee viciously kicked out, his foot colliding with the chair legs. With a load crash, Joanne and the chair she was bound to toppled over onto the linoleum.

She lay there looking, up at her husband. It was obvious that he believed John and not her. Tired and helpless, Joanne could do nothing but accept whatever Lee wanted to do to her.

CHAPTER TWO

"You make me sick, frying to lie your way out of this!" Lee snapped. He smirked a bit when he saw that Joanne had begun to silently sob out her misery. She knew that he would never believe her. Not when he was this drunk-and getting drunker by the minute.

Lee King might have been drunk but he wasn't deaf. He heard the crash from the living room and instantly ran to see what had caused it.

Lee supported himself on the doorjamb and peered out into the dark living room. He saw an indistinct figure begin to slowly scuttle away. He moved quickly and headed the shadow figure off at the front door. With a quick motion of his wrist, Lee turned on the living-room lights.

Revealed was a frightened and very beautiful
girl.

Lee looked at the younger edition of the woman he had been torturing in the kitchen. Ann King was eighteen and gorgeous. She was in the full bloom of youth, fresh and untouched by the ravages of age. Ann had her mother's lovely blonde hair that cascaded down around her shoulders and seemed to form a halo around her head. The figure was thinner than Joanne's, more youthful and less mature. Rut it was undeniably breathtaking.

Lee seemed to look at his daughter for the first time. He hadn't realized how 6eautiful his daughter was. All the time he was drunkenly studying her trim curves, the gentle prodding of braless tits against the flimsy fabric of her blouse, the skin-tight bulge of her ass, the smooth flow of her calves and the trim thighs, his cock was slowly stiffening again.

Ann saw the hard-on even before Lee noticed. And she tried to escape. In vain.

She spun and tried to get to the safety of her bedroom. Lee caught her and lifted her lithe figure off the floor before she had gone two steps.

"Let me go, you dirty animal! Let me go!" Ann shrieked.

Lee abruptly tossed his daughter onto the sofa she had stumbled over to create the noise he had heard. He menacingly said, "Where the hell you been?"
Ann sullenly glared at her naked father, her father with the monstrous hard-on....

"I... I just got back from a date." She didn't know what to say. Could she tell this drunken animal that she'd seen what he had done to her mother? How he had raped her and beaten her and beaten her?

"You saw what happened in the kitchen, didn't ya?" The way Lee asked it, it was more of a statement than a question.

He could only numbly shake her head. Her breathing was coming in quick, sharp gusts now. Her young heart pounded wildly, threatened to explode. The sound of the blood hammering in her ears deafened her.

All she could think of was getting away from the towering menace of that cock quivering in front of her face.

"You're as bad as that slut mother of yours. You been fuckin' anything that wears pants. Been doin' it for a helluva long time from what I hear."
Ann's lips narrowed to a thin line. She answered, "What's it to you? I have my own life to live and it's none of your business what I do or don't do."
"Cheap WHORE!" Lee screamed. "Cheap fuckin' whore! You learned too damn much from your mother, that's what I think. I think you been goin' around and screwin' every guy in that lousy high school you go to. That's what I think! And you say it's none of my business! I gotta put up with the shame of having a daughter who's nothing but a goddamn cunt!"
Ann's grey eyes widened.. She had seen her father drunk many times. This was the first time she'd ever realized how far he could go when he had too much booze.

"Look, Daddy, that isn't the way it is at all"
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Lee
roared.

Ann cowered, tried to fade into the cushions of the sofa. She had seen how her mother had been tied to the chair. Her hands behind her back, her
legs split to expose her cunt-and how her hair had been tied to the chair to hold her head down. She was appalled that her father, even as roaring drunk as he was, could ever do such a vile thing.

Her voice came out chalked and small. "What are you going to do?"
Lee's bleary eyes had been studying Ann. Her nipples poked suggestively against the thin material of her blouse. The bare expanse of her stomach heaved and quivered with her fright. The small depression of her perfectly formed navel seemed to beckon to the drunken finn.

He could barely pull his eyes off his daughter's flaring boobs with the aroused nipples and that tempting belly. And when Lee succeeded, his gaze fell lower to the completely filled, stretched to the breaking-point blue jeans that Ann wore.

Her ass bulged provocatively. And the sight of the girl's long, lithe legs made Lee's hard-on quiver with ill-suppressed lust. So what if he had just worked over her mother? Hadn't that lying whore deserved it? Didn't she deserve even more punishment?
Lee quickly reached out and seized Ann's arm. "Come on. Let's go into the kitchen for a little family chat."
"You're hurting my arm!" Ann protested. The icy look she received chilled her to the soul: She knew then that she could expect no mercy from the man who had been her father. In that single glance, he had completely cut himself off from any familial link that might have existed. To Ann, he may have been her natural father; but he was no longer the man she had looked up to. He was an alien' an evil and completely crazy.

"In then!" Lee hurled her through the doorway into the brightly lit kitchen. For a moment, Ann was blinded. And when she could see again, she wished that she didn't have to look.

Her mother was still bound to the chair. Joanne looked up at her, eyes filled with fear for her daughter.

Joanne cried out, "damn you, Lee! Leave her out of this! Whatever you think I've done, you've got no quarrel with Ann. Let her go!"
"Not on your sweet ass! She's just like you. She even looks like you. I'm gonna find out if she's been sleeping around like you. I bet she's not even a virgin . •
Ann pivoted• and tried to elude the drunk. The effort failed. Lee managed to grip her arm, pull the girl to him and quickly rip off the blouse. Naked to the waist, Ann felt all the fight get out of her. It was as if Lee had pulled the plug on her reservoir of courage. There was a hollow feeling inside, a coldness.

She resigned herself to whatever fate the stronger man was going to mete out to her.

Lee placed both of his hands on Ann's slender waist and heaved. The teenager shrieked in fright as she flew through the air. With a plop she landed in the middle of the kitchen table. Her boobs swayed to and fro as she drew in air in huge gulps.

Lee was guided onward by the sight of his daughter's naked tits. The niddy nipples were erect, aroused with fear rather than lust. But it didn't matter to him. He was too far gone in his stupor to care. All Lee King could think of was siting his own lewd desires and punishing the bitch that was his wife. Joanne would have to
watch while he raped her daughter.

Lee clumsily advanced to the table and put his fingers under the waistband of Ann's jeans. The girl screwed her eyes tightly shut and leaned back on the table, supporting herself on her ~arms. She wasn't going to cooperate, but she wasn't going to resist.

Her father quickly stripped off the blue jeans and cast them aside. The bright-green panties followed a second later. Lee sucked in a deep breath when he saw his naked daughter spread out in front of him on the kitchen table.

His eyes danced over her body, not missing a single wondrous feature. Lee's gaze fastened on the tiny triangle of pussy fur matted between the slender white pillars of Ann's succulent thighs. The bush pointed like an arrow to the puckered lips of her snatch. The tightly closed, pink-rimmed lips of the young girl's cunt.

But Lee's hands began to roam elsewhere. His callused hands found the twin mountains of tit flesh. With a roughness that was unnecessary, he took two handfuls of boob and squeezed as hard as he could.

Ann cried out, then bit her lower lip. She wasn't going to give the man she had disowned as her father the slightest satisfaction.

It was Joanne who spoke up. Calling from her contorted position on the cold floor, the woman begged, "Please, for the love of God, Lee, don't do this! It's your own daughter! Have some mercy! Please, take it out on me! PLEASE!"
"Don't want to see yer daughter screwed by her old man, huh? Well, damn your eyes, that's exactly what you're gonna have to watch.
suffer like I been. I want you to know what it's like listening to everybody snicker and point behind your back. Everybody talking about how your wife's nothing but a fuckin' whore!"
"it's all a lie, Lee! Honest! Don't do this to Ann. I'm begging you!"
"GO ahead. Beg." Without even looking back at his wife, Lee returned his attentions to his teenaged daughter. e nipples on top of the
His hands found
marshmallowy man of her jugs. Lee pinched down with brutal force. His thumb and forefinger closed around the erect nipples until Ann moaned in pain. Lances of white-hot anguish flared into her young body.

She tried to kick Lee but only succeeded in spreading her legs wide open for him. He pulled her to him, using her boobs as handholds. Ann groaned a she slid across the rough table. It felt as if the man would rip her tits off her chest
With her legs on each side of his body, Ann had no farther defense except for her fingernails. She clawed out wildly, trying to gouge and rip at his face.

Her father quickly buried his face into his daughter's pussy. With lewd sucking noises, he began eating his own girl's cunt out. Ann felt her father's wet tongue flash out and race around her twat.

In spite of the agony he was inflicting with his hands on her tits, Ann found herself being driven wild with the feel of Lee's tongue around her snatch. He stared at one end of her gash and raced to the other end of the sensitive flaps of pink pussy ~Jqh~~~,hjs .tnng~e wouW,pbjiw~Joscc3~Iyjsp
her seething twat hole.

Ann's cunt began to flow the thin oils of lust. Then, as Lee's tongue burrowed farther and farther into her cunt, thicker juices began to flow out of her box. She writhed on the table, impaled by the force of her father's tongue. Ann couldn't even lift herself off the rough planking of the table because of the powerful hands that held her prisoner.

If Ann was experiencing both pain and joy, Joanie was feeling nothing but sheer, undiluted misery. She wept openly for what was happening in front of her very eyes. She was being forced to watch her husband rape her daughter. Of all the things that she had considered Lee capable of during one of his drunks, never had she thought torture and daughter rape to be among them.

Joanne watched in wretched fascination as Lee's head vanished between Ann's legs. She knew what he was doing. She could hear the sucking and the lewd, obscene slurping noises as the man licked and tongued the girl's pussy. She could see the viselike grip on the tender tits.

Red streaks appeared on the milky-white flesh when Lee moved his hands over the heaving boobs. Joanne shivered in response to the punishment Lee was giving Ann as well as the pain she was experiencing.

Her own predicament added to the physical pain. Joanne's mental torture watching her husband tongue-fuck Ann was fed by the bite of the coarse brown twine into her wrists and anklet. And her belly began to cramp from the doubled-over position she had been forced to assume. She had a continual headache from the beating

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at the hands of the chair. Joanne wasn't even able to turn her head away from the rape happening right in front of her.

She could close her eyes. But she couldn't close her ears. She could still hear the soft moans Ann was emitting like some whipped puppy, and she couldn't mistake the sucking, sllurping noise as Lee ate out his own daughter's pussy.

Ann's hips began td move with a life of their own. The rough handling of her tits didn't do much to turn her on. The situation in which she found herself wasn't very erotic, either. She was far more frightened than the first time with Vic-Vic had popped her cherry on their third date and it had hurt.

But it was a good hurt.

This was sheer torture. The pain in her chest. The struggle to breathe against the crushing weight on her boobs hurt badly. But what was even worse was the sensual feel of her father's tongue along her snatch.

The man was good at cunt-lapping she had to admit that. She felt the rough, wet tongue stroke and caress, then stab far into her oily cunt. Each time his tongue jabbed into her hole, a surge of pleasure collided with the pain in her body.

The conflicting sensations overwhelmed Ann. She became totally confused. She didn't know what to do. The teenager started td drift in her own little universe, cut off from all sensations but those entering her body through her tight little cunt and her mountainous boobs. The girl didn't even hear the quiet sobbing of her mother, forced to watch the degrading spectacle.

Ann bit him, leaving

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bloody tracks on her father's neck and shoulders. But the pain only spurred the intoxicated man on.

With the suddenness of a summer storm, Lee moved his mouth from Ann's succulent box and positioned his vibrating dong at her open, puffy gash. A forceful hip motion embedded his prick balls deep in his daughter's tight cunt.

Ann screamed out her agony at taking the seven inches of dong. As Lee began to rotate his hips while he kept his prick entirety in the young girl's stretched pussy, she began to groan. "OOHhh! It hurrrrts sooo! Please, Daddy, don't do this to meee! OH!"
She gasped as Lee quickly retreated, then slammed forward as hard as he could. He felt the tip of his knob bounce off the softly padded end of Ann's cunt. The pain generated in her distended snatch blotted out any pleasure she might have been receiving.

Lee seemed to instinctively know that he was giving her pain with his incredibly deep, powerful trusts. As he licked faster and faster, feeling Ann's cunt contracting sound his speeding prickshaft, he called out to Joanne, "How d'ya like this, huh? How you like me fucking your cock-hungry kid!"
Joanne's tears had dried, leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. She stared without emotion at the rape being played out in front of her. She felt nothing inside. It was as if she had died. She could respond no more to Lee's torture.

Physically, the pain still assaulted her body. But something inside her had died. She could feel absolutely nothing for this man doing such unspeakable thing to their daughter.

"No hate. No love. Nothing. This was the ultimate human rejection." Lee didn't notice. He was too busy fucking the tight cunt of his own daughter. He began to shout in drunken glee as he felt her tight cunt collapse around his cock and squeeze don hard. Ann 's stomach muscles were hard and tight with youthful exercise. And she was no virgin. She had enjoyed many boys.

She wasn't enjoying this. Ann had retreated into a world much like her mother already had. She didn't care if those seven inches of prick driving home in her omit belonged to her father or not. All
- she wanted was for this disgusting scene to be over. The normal joy she received from a good fucking was missing. Ann knew that her father was getting off. She could feel his cock begin to expand, pulse with the first tremors of climax. She could feel all of this deep down in her pits-but it didn't give her any pleasure.

Lee fucked in and out, pulled Ann closer to him so that her butt rested on the very edge of the table. With her legs hanging limply to either side of him, he had full access to the tiny fuck-hole. His mighty cock surged forward, lingered and luxuriated in the carnal heat of her boiling hot cunt, then pulled back.

Again !~4 again tee flicked his daughter until his sperm croucbe& for the long spring down the length of his prick. With a loud cry, Lee's cock erupted with string after gooey string of aim.

He continued pistoning in and out of Ann's pussy as long a his dick was stiff enough to flick. In a few minutes; Lee's once rigid and proud cock
dribbled out of Ann's snatch amid a flow of cunt juice and creamy white jizz. The stream trickled down his leg and soon crusted the hair of his inner thigh.

The cum that ran down Ann's leg found only smooth flesh. Flesh that was totally unresponsive and uncaring. By fucking her, Lee had robbed his own daughter of her will. He had degraded her as much as a man could a woman.

And still he wasn't satisfied.

He wanted even more revenge. Not on Ann but on Joanne, his wife.

"Well, slut, do you want me to quit foolin' around with your whore daughter?"
The words penetrated to Joanne's brain.

"What? What do you mean?"
"I'll stop screwn' Ann if you'll lick my cock off."
"PIG!" Joanne tried to spit at her husband but failed. Her bruised lips wouldn't move into the right positions for anything but drooling down her own chip.

Lee laughed as he reached for the bottle. He took a deep drink, lowered the level of the gin about a half-inch before he said, "Lick the cum off and I'll forget about Ann."
He dropped to his knees and dangled his cock in front of the bound woman. Joanne considered for a moment, then thrust out her tongue in an effort to lick off the creamy cum she had once found•• tasty.

Only a bitter taste remained in her mouth when she had finished her tongue job on Lee's dick.

Lee sniggered. "Good job. Bet you get a lot of bread for blow jobs, huh?"

He laughed again and sat down in another of the kitchen chairs. Ann had passed out on the table, naked and lovely-and still vulnerable. Joanne said nothing as she watched Lee drink himself into a stupor.

He had done all he could possibly do for the night
Joanne began to cry softly once again, both for herself and for her innocent, raped daughter:

CHAPTER THREE

Edward Phillip Steven King came in late from the date he'd had with Tern. He idly rubbed his crotch in fond memory of the evening he'd spent with the hot chick. The image of her was still fresh in his mind: brunette with cute bangs, about five foot seven or so and everything but everything in the right place and proportion. She was a hell of a sexy chick and the best piece of ass he'd• ever found. instant Eddie entered the darkened King
The
house, however, he knew something was wrong. There was a feeling about the stilled living room that made him uneasy.

With infinite caution, he made his way to the kitchen. The scene that lay before him was something totally beyond his experience. He was eighteen and just out of high school and thought
he knew everything.

But ... ?
His naked father was passed out at the kitchen table, an empty bottle of gin clutched in one hand. His sister was lying spread-eagle and completely naked in front of his father. Ann wasn't stirring.

Eddie felt a momentary twitch in his prick as he thought of Ann and the times they had spent together. But seeing her naked like this was different, evil, perverse.

When he saw his mother, his heart almost stopped. He couldn't believe that anyone would do such a thing to her. Joanne still lay on her side, hands cruelly bound with the thin twine cutting into her soft flesh. The youth rushed to his mother's side and instantly saw he would never be able to loosen her bonds without a knife.

"Hang on a second, Mom!" Eddie told her as he rummaged in the drawer for a knife. He found a small paring knife and swiftly cut the string holding his mother.

She gratefully collapsed on the floor, free at last from her bonds.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Eddie had to ask, but he could guess. His father was drunk on his ass again. And only his father could have thought up such a cruel and bizarre act as had obviously occurred.

Eddie hadn't gotten along well with his father for several years. At first it had seemed like the usual adolescent rebellion, but as he grew older, both of them realized there was a basic animosity that would never go away. They would not be able to relate in any way but hating each other.

Eddie considered that just fine. His father was a
lazy spendthrift who drank too damn much. And tonight he'd obviously gone over the edge and lost control of his temper.

The youth just couldn't comprehend the full extent of the drunken madness, however. The scene told him that his father had tortured and raped his mother, then done the same to Ann.

Eddie didn't want to jump to conclusions. He waited for his mother to tell him first-hand what had been going on in. the King kitchen.

Joanne gasped out, "Water, please, Eddie, get me some water." She gulped the liquid down in thirsty, greedy swallows before she could continue, "It was Lee. He ... he came home drunk as a lord again. And ... oh, Eddie!"
Joanne broke down, clutched at Eddie's shoulder and began to sob. Eddie didn't know how to handle the situation. He patted his mother on the back and felt ineffectual. He was out of his league and knew it. He'd been thinking about leaving home because he couldn't stand his father any longer. This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

He'd have to do something more drastic than merely leave now~ And Eddie didn't know what it would be.

"Did... Dad . . . do this to you?" he asked Joanne in a tiny voice.

The woman could only nod her head in assent. She was still too shaken by her . experiences to speak.

Eddie had to find out the extent of what beastly things his father had done. "Did ~he rape Ann, too?" The evidence was clear that Ann had been. sexually abused then discarded like an old Kleenex.

Again, the only answer the teenager received was a frightened, tearful nod. He had a good idea of what bad happened now, and it was exactly as he had feared. His father had turned into a real juice-head and gone off his rocker for sure. Drunk, he'd come home, tied up Joanne and raped her. Then, when Ann came home from her date, had repeated the entire scene like an instant replay on
TV.

A coldness settled into Eddie's gut. He didn't know if he could kill his own father or not, but at this instant, he'd be happy to fly. Anyone who could mistreat two beautiful women didn't deserve to live.

And yet-it was his father. He owed some allegiance to him. Blood was thicker than water, or so everyone was fond of saying. But if that were true, why had his father done all those terrible thins to Ann and his own wife?
Eddie was mentally wrestling with the problem when Lee stirred from his drunken slumber. The man punted, scratched his crotch, then tossed aside the empty bottle. He belched mightily and managed to open one bleary eye. He spotted Eddie standing in the middle of the kitchen clutching the naked Joanne to his shoulder.

"About time you dragged your ass home, kid. Where ya been?"
Eddie's voice was low, controlled and frosty. "Did you do this to Mom and Sis?" The youth wanted to hear it from his father's lips.

"Hell, yes. They asked for it. Been 'fuckin' around with every guy in the city. John told me all about it."

Eddie's temper was beginning to flare. His hands trembled as he tiled to soothe his mother. He knew that he'd do something really rash, something he might regret if his father didn't come out with same sort of reason more than "John said so".

"Course I did. Them two's always been liars. John's my good buddy. He wouldn't lie to me. And don't you go givin' me no back talk either, kid, I'm not putting up with any shit off you, either."
"Don't threaten me, old man. You might be able to beat up and rape women and young girls but you're not up to taking me on." Eddie pushed his mother aside and stood, hands on hips, facing his father.

"I been through Korea and handled tougher ones than you!" Lee snapped as he launched himself with surprising speed at his son. One clenched fist connected with Eddie's shoulder and spun him around.

The bruise appeared almost instantly. But Eddie was in a towering rage. The minor pain was nothing to him. A blood rage rose and blanketed, out everything else. He would fix his old man once and for all. This would be the last time Lee King ever had the chance to beat up on either Ann or Joanne.

Eddie would see to that.

As drunk as Lee was, he still had the reflexes he had built up in Korea and numerous fights. He managed to swing again and hit Eddie a glancing blow on the cheek. The teenager's head snapped back and rattled his teeth.

Eddie was no longer hot he was polar cold. He had lost any nervousness he'd once had. As if all of his nerve endings had died, Eddie felt like a machine. A killing machine. And the one purpose was to eliminate this miserable specimen of humanity.

Eddie danced forward, launched a savage kick at his father's knee cap and missed. But his father had to dodge and was off balance. Eddie's right fist rocketed out and slammed with a meaty thud into his father's midsection. What had once been muscle had long since turned to fat. Eddie's fist disappeared up to the wrist.

As his father doubled over, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Eddie marveled at being a detached observer. It was as if someone else brought their knee up into Lee's face to break the nose. A slow-motion geyser of blood spewed out in a small arc to splatter on the clean kitchen floor.

But Lee wasn't finished. For all his potbelly and fat, there was still a toughness in him that couldn't be denied. He straightened up and swung again at Eddie's face. Eddie moved a fraction of an inch and let the blow drift by.

With all the force he could summon, the teenager swung for the broken nose dribbling blood. Eddie was big, strong and at his peak. When he connected with Lee's already mangled face, there was a dull crunch! And Eddie's father was knocked from his feet.

Lee lay for a moment on his back, then struggled to his feet. As he attempted to stand, however, his foot slipped in some of the blood that had spilled from his gushing nose. He fell heavily and-hit ~-his head on the corner of the kitchen table.

A sudden snap! echoed throughout the tiny room. Lee crumpled to the floor and didn't stir.

Eddie was breathing heavily as he went to his mother and put his hand around her. "I don't think he's going to hurt you any more. Not tonight. You and Ann are safe."
"Is. . is he dead?" Joanne asked, her voice quavering in fright at everything that had occurred that night.

"I doubt it. Hit his head. To break a solid block of granite like that would take more than just a kitchen table." Eddie began to have his doubts, though.

He made sure his mother was sitting down and quiet, then tried to comfort Ann the best he could. She had been unconscious most of the fight but had seen the last round.

She patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry; Eddie. Everything will be okay."
Eddie was thinking that he should be telling the young girl that, but his more immediate concern was his father.

A quick examination confirmed hi& suspicions. He said in a low voice, "He's barely breathing. I think we'd batter get him to the hospital. It looks pretty bad, too."

CHAPTER FOUR

Eddie went to the telephone and quickly dialed the operator. A few terse words and he was told that an ambulance would be sent on its way immediately. Eddie replaced the phone in its cradle without any feeling of triumph.

His father lay before him on the kitchen floor. Naked and unmoving, it was hard to imagine that the man had been responsible for the hideous torture of Joanne and Ann.

Eddie told Ann, "The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. Why don't you take Mom into the bedroom. I don't think it would be too smart to have them see her-or you-like this."
Ann simply nodded and led her hysterical mother to the back of the house. Eddie could take care of the questions now. Later, they could get their stories together. It wouldn't do for this
family scandal to become public. Corinth wasn't the biggest city in the, world, and, like all small towns; a scandal spread like wildfire.

In a few days, everyone in town would know that Lee King had been torturing his wife and daughter. That his son had almost killed him when he found out.

Eddie wanted to avoid any possible publicity. His mother had been through enough already. Further publicity in this wouldn't be to anyone's advantage except the news-hungry vultures in town.

Eddie composed himself just in time to answer the doorbell. The ambulance crew had come.

"Come on in. My father's in the kitchen. Hit his head on the table.."
Two bored-looking attendants hurried to the kitchen ~while the policeman accompanying them pulled out his notebook.

"Mind telling me what happened? Got to file a report every time the ambulance is called out, you know."
"Uh, sure, officer. Not a whole lot to tell. My father's been, uh, well, hitting the bottle pretty hard- lately. He must have gotten really smashed tonight. He stumbled and hit his head on the table. I guess that's about it."
The policeman had been carefully making notes as he went. He looked up when Eddie stopped. "Who found your old man?"
"I did. I'd just come in from a date. My mother and sister were. . . sleeping. Guess they didn't hear anything. Mother's pretty bad off Hysterical over this. I hope you won't have to talk with her. She's 4.beta doped. 4.-up~. ..with .tranquilizers - t. .saIm~~~ber.

down."
"Naw, won't have to bother her. This kind of thing happens all the time. Tell you the truth, I was sort of waiting for it to happen to Lee. Been getting into fights down at Tyrone Reese's bar. Ty's been real nice about it. Just tosses Lee out, but Ty warned me about something bad in the wind."
Eddie swallowed hard as the policeman snapped the notebook shut with a flick of his wrist. "Is.. . is there anything else, officer? I'd like to stay here with my mother and after she gets calmed down, take her on down to the hospital."
The officer shrugged. "Fine with mc. I'm going to file an accident report, nothing else." The officer dispassionately watched as the two ambulance attendants hauled Lee King outside on the stretcher.

"I won't even mention he slipped in a pool of his own blood."
Eddie looked up, surprised. The policeman continued, "Heard how he's been badmouthin' your ma. Don't like that. Seems to rue he got what he deserved, you know?"
As the cop turned to leave Eddie quietly asked, "How'd you know what happened? Really?"
The officer smiled faintly. "Nobody hits his head and ends up with blood on the soles of his feet. Had to have slipped in it before he hit his noggin. Dig?" With that, the cop left.

Eddie felt weak inside. It seemed that Corinth's finest was on his side, that there was some mercy with justice. The ambulance roared off into the night in the direction of the city's only hospital. The meigh&ors1poked. tbairhead&.out.otwrtained
windows at the sight of the red flashing lights, but few came out to investigate.

The teenager made his way down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. He hesitated before opening the door. .He didn't want to face his mother. Not after what had been done to her tonight.

Eddie straightened his shoulders and pushed into the room. On the bed, sleeping; was his mother. Standing beside her was Ann.

His sister put a finger to her lips to make sure Eddie kept quiet. Ann whispered in his ear, "I've given her some of those sleeping pills Dr. Montgomery prescribed for her last month. She'll probably sleep for at least ten hours."
Eddie put his arm around Ann's quaking shoulder. His sister had been through just as much as his mother. He marveled at how well Ann had endured the ordeal. It couldn't have been easy for her to see Joanne tied up, then raped herself.

"How are yow doing kid? You feeling okay?" Eddie asked quietly.

"Let's... let's go to my room. Don't want to 'wake Mom up."
They went into Ann's bedroom and Eddie closed the door. Ann threw herself headlong onto the bed and began to cry. Eddie felt the emptiness ~and helplessness return. What should he do?
The youth sat on the bed beside his gorgeous sister and placed his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Don't cry, Ann. It's all aver now. Everything's behind you. I'll make sure it never
- happens again. That son of a bitch will never s much as touch you again. I promise!"
Ann rolled onto her side and clutched at Eddie's gentle hand. Her grey eyes were red from the
salty tracks ran down her checks and her hair was wildly jumbled up. She looked like a pathetic sight-and to Eddie she was the mast beautiful girl in the world.

"Ann, you're really something special." Without thinking of what he was doing, Eddie bent over and gently kissed his sister's lips. At first, Ann tensed. Then she relaxed and returned the kiss with a fervor and passion that startled both of them.

But the dam had broken. Their mutual love and
the horrid experiences of that night gave them a
bond stronger than any consideration for right or
wrong.
For both of them, it was right to comfort each other.

Ann's tongue probed forward and nudged aside Eddie's lips. In a flash, her dextrous, pink tongue rocketed into his mouth and began a slow exploration of his mouth. Eddie sighed and collapsed to the bed, lying full length beside his sister.

He pulled her close to him. He felt her body tremble and shiver in reaction. Then he was last in the sweet-tasting paradise of Ann's mouth. His own tongue began to dance and swirl around and around his sister's. Soon, their tongues played hide and seek, dashing back and forth from Ann's mouth into Eddie's and back again.

Not content to caress his sister with only his tongue, Eddie's strong hands began to stroke Ann's sleek, trim flank. She had thrown on a bathrobe. The next thing the youth did was to untie the belt and push the robe off.

Ann was gloriously naked in the twinkling of an .eye.

Eddie didn't have to see the gleaming naked flesh to know what was there. He could feel, the smooth expanse of satiny skin under his roving hand. Ann's trim ass seemed to completely fill his hands. Her buttcheeks began to roil back and forth under his grip. That simple motion was enough to make Eddie feel the stiffness pawing in her crotch.

He was getting turned on by his own sister!
The insistent urgings in his cock pushed away all thought of sin or that he might be doing something wrong. Ann wasn't resisting him. She needed him. She needed the comfort he could offer after the scene, she ,had lived through that night, and if he screwed her and that was what she so desperately needed, who could say that was evil or perverted?
Eddie moved his hands up to Ann's trim waist. All the time keeping the long, deep kiss, he began to move his body on the bed. To his surprise, he felt feather-light touches at his shirt front and waist. Ann was undressing him.

While he stroked her stomach and moved upwards to take both of her fleshy tits in hand, his sister managed to remove all of his clothes. Both were naked by the time Eddie gripped Ann's conical tit~. and began to stroke upward to the ruddy areolas.

Ann moaned and shoved her body against his when the teenager started pressing his thumbs down into the girl's nipples-hard. Eddie felt the mushroomlike pebbles• harden with lust for him before he tried to push them completely down into the soft, marshmallowy flesh of the boob. Ann seemed to get off on this in a big way,
She broke off their kiss and whispered in his ear, '"Give it to me
long! Make love to me! I need you so badly!"
Eddie knew the full extent of her passion when she began to tongue and lightly nibble at ibis ear. The wet, rough tongue plunged into his ear, exciting him more than he could ever remember. The motion of Ann's feathery touches along his body made his cock strain and threaten to explode in mad eruption at any instant,
When Ann took his prick in hand and began to gently push and pull the skin along the shaft, Eddie almost came. He restrained the wild urge to blast out his cum all over his sister's slightly domed belly. It took all the will power he could summon to quiet his raging loins. In a few seconds, he could enjoy the warmth of Ann's fingers on his dick knowing he wasn't going to spew out his jizz.

The warmth expanded from his eight-inch prong into his balls. The hairy sac dangling under his mighty dick began to collapse into a tight, hard sphere. Then the warmth spread into his guts. His belly flared and lightning shot up and down his spine. The carnal delight promised him made Eddie vow to give Ann as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Eddie began to rotate the blobs of tit flesh he held imprisoned under his hands. The left jug he moved in a clockwise pattern, the right he moved counterclockwise. Ann groaned again and pushed her body firmly against his.

She was getting off on his fondling in a big way. Ann felt jabs of unadulterated joy lance down into her chest every time Eddie made a complete circle with her jugs. The odd feeling that he might rip her boobs off coupled with the erotic stimulation he was. giving her nipples made the
girl's twat begin to water.

Her cunt started to flow out its passions. The hungry, yearning feeling inside her belly demanded long hard cock to satisfy it. She wanted Eddie to flack her as fast and powerfully as he could. And with the eight-inch dong she clutched so feverishly in her hand, Ann knew that Eddie could do a first-class job!
She told him, "Fuck me, Eddie. I need you inside me. Now!"
To make sure that he knew precisely what she wanted, Ann draped her left leg over the top of Eddie's right leg. In that position, her cunt was gaping and exposed to the purple-knobbed cock that quivered and shook with ill-suppressed lust for her between her legs. She could feel his dick strain and jerk. The big blue vein on top of his dong stood out in flail-scale relief as she traced curlicue patterns up and down the teenager's thick shaft.

"Do. .. do you really want me to, Ann? After all you've been through tonight?" Eddie had the momentary thought that his sister's pussy might be too tender or even torn up from her rape. He didn't want to give her any more pain than she'd already had.

"Don't worry about that. Just fuck me, damn you!" Ann needed a cock inside her cunt to drive out the fears that had been created by Lee King. She desperately needed to be fucked.

Eddie was willing to oblige.

He eased his hips forward, feeling his hairy legs slide over Ann's smooth, tender inner thighs. With his sister's hand guiding his cock, Eddie couldn't miss the pink, scalloped cuntlips. He felt the tip of his prick lightly touch the aroused, blood-filled
flaps enough to part them.

A flood of twat juice gushed out and coated his pecker. The oily secretion made hint hot to get his dick inside his sexy sister's pussy. No longer able to keep his hands on her boobs, Eddie stroked and caressed along Ann's smooth back, tracing out each and every bone in her spine. Tingles of delight spread through her body as he worked down to her tight, rounded asscheeks again.

The teenager took both hunks of ass flesh in his hands and strongly pulled the ~fl to him. Both gasped in unison as Ann slid a bit on the bed and Eddie's long pecker vanished into her cunt.

Eddie's cock was surrounded by the flaming sheath of pussy flesh. Ann's cunt was as tight and hot as any he'd ever felt. She managed to contract her stomach muscles and clamp down on his prick like a velvet-lined vise. The cunt juices squirted out around the mighty plug of cock he'd rammed into her pussy, and dribbled down onto his balls.

The tingly feeling almost made Eddie come. Again, he controlled himself.

He kept telling himself aver and over that Ann deserved the best screwing he could possibly give her. It was his duty.

That it was so much fun for him was an added bonus!
Ann felt as if her cunt was being ripped apart by her brother's huge dong. His prick raced along the path that had held their father's cock less than two hours before. But this was a different sensation entirely. Ann had asked Eddie for this fucking; she loved him with an intensity that never ceased to surprise her.

The young girl was soon lost in the carnal
wilderness of a complete and expert fuck. She felt the movement of Eddie's fingers on her ass, clutching and puffing her body to him. Each time his powerful arms moved, her snatch slipped down hard on his cock. She could feel that mighty prick throb and jerk with lust for her as it was buried far up into her aunt.

Then Eddie would move hit hips away and a powerful vacuum would be formed in her twat. The emptiness was unbearable. Ann would moan and cry out for Eddie to stuff his prick hack into her hungry cunt.

And he would.

Inside her juicy cunt, the girl could feel the huge knob perched on top of Eddie's cock expand. She sighed with the pleasure of knowing she was so sexually appealing to him.

Eddie would have laughed if he'd even considered that Ann might not think of herself as beautiful. Those melon-sized boobs, with the bright, cherried nipples that poked so hard and firm into his chest, were a real turn on and her trim, slender body!
Everything was great! Feeling her silky thigh rub against his muscular one made Eddie's cock harder than he'd ever considered possible. He enjoyed watching chicks walk,' enjoyed seeing their trim, white legs flash back and forth. The, many times he had lusted after Ann were too numerous to count. She had ~the most seductive legs and thighs he'd ever seen.

And he~ always was a sucker for blondes.

To be flicking into her grasping, blast furnace of cunt was a dream come true. Eddie shoved forward
into Ann's pussy. A shudder of carnal delight raced throughout his body. He shivered and quaked in response to the wet, slurpy clutching around his rigid cock.

Eddie maneuvered his powerful fingers into the humid crease between Ann's asscheeks. His fingers discovered the sweat-moist flesh at the base of the canyon. The teenager slowly moved along the bottom of the deep cleft until he found Ann's puckered little asshole.

Eddie wiggled his finger around the bung a few times until he felt the tense, tight muscle begin to relax. As Ann's little brownie loosened, Eddie jammed his finger up her ass.

Ann's entire body was seized in a convulsive shudder. The sudden penetration of her bung by Eddie's finger activated nerves throughout her innards. The big, filled feeling inside her cunt when Eddie's pecker was shoved into her hole was stupendous. But this was something new and different for her.

It was undeniably erotic. And it felt great!
"Oh, Eddie, that's soooo gooood! But don't stop flicking me. My poor little pussy needs your big cock!" Ann wiggled her ass as seductively as she could to let her brother know that she appreciated the attentions he was giving her.

As Ann twitched, Eddie thought his prick would be ripped from his groin. Ann clamped down with all the might of her stomach muscles and seemed to weld his cock in place as she moved around. The movement rekindled the flames of lust in his balls. The sperm tapped in his balls began to boil and chum. The creamy flood demanded instant release.

Eddie fought back the tidal wave of his passion
again. Soon, the burning sensation died down in his nuts and he could continue with the slow, methodical fucking he was giving to Ann.

Eddie began to move his finger in and out of his sister's asshole. He could cram his finger in all the way up to his knuckle's he was pulling his prick out of her cunt. Then, as he fucked as hard as he could into her seething pussy, the youth would slowly,; agonizingly pull his finger from her tight

The combined action was driving Ann into a frenzy of sexual arousal.

Eddie changed his tactics. He began to shove both his finger and prick into his sister's body at• the same time. And he made an amazing discovery. He could actually feel his dick through the delicate inner membranes separating Ann's cunt and asshole.

Using his finger while he was buried balls deep up Ann's cunt, Eddie began to stroke his cock. He felt the rubbery tissue-that separated his finger and pecker; he also could fully stimulate the sensitive underside of his own rod.

He began to groan and knew that his own climax was going to pounce on him unless he stopped. But it felt so damn good!
He was surrounded by a hot, willing and completely wanton woman-his sister! He was flicking her more expertly than he had ever considered possible-keeping it up was easy with so gorgeous a bed partner. And Eddie was being flicked as expertly in return!
Ann sensed that her brother was having problems holding back his orgasm. She sighed and abandoned herself to the feelings flooding through
her slender body. She was racked with the ultimate pleasure she could imagine.

Inside her snatch was a hard, throbbing and vibrant cock. It stroked back and forth along her cunt, creating the most intense friction she could possibly imagine. Eddie's prick was long very long, and he was giving her every single inch of it he could. He slammed forward with all the strength in his body. Ann's soft cuntlips were spread wide apart to take the surging cock, and finally rested on his hairy balls. Through the most delicate of all her membrane, Ann could feel the tumbling and boiling of Eddie's cum trapped in his nuts.

His strong arms pressed firmly into her waist and made her feel secure and wanted. But his finger up her ass was driving her wild with sexual frenzy.

Every time he wiggled his finger inside her bung, electrical surges volted through her body and exploded with wild fury in her brain. Her cunt seemed like it was on fire. Her belly crawled with millions of fire ants. Her entire body was surrounded, filled, fucked.

Ann came with a loud, "AAAAIIEEE! CHRIIISTF ME MOOORE!! MOOOOORE! I"
Eddie picked up the tempo of his flicking. He thrust hard and fast into Ann's convulsing flick-hole. He felt the walls of her cunt collapse round him, crushing his prick. The heated juices squirted out of her tiny cunt and seemed to sear at his pounding crotch.

Eddie knew that he was last when his cock began to expand as added blood pumped into the knob. He felt his prick grow as the hot cock
creamed the insides of Ann's cunt with his jizz for what seemed hours.

Locked together, they rocked back and forth in mutual orgasm.

The powerful grip that seized both of them soon relaxed. The brother and sister fell back on the bed, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted from their strenuous flick.

Eddie spoke first. "You re a helluva good lay, Ann.

I've always wondered what it would be like to nail you. Now I know."
"The same goes for me, Eddie. You've always been more than just a big brother to me. You're everything I've wanted in a man. It's really weird that I had to be raped by. . . by him . . . before we could get it on together."
Ann fell silent after she mentioned the rape by Lee King. Eddie knew that had been a shock for her. And this incestuous fuck had been something of a shock for him.

His mind raced, trying to figure out how to accept all that happened. Screwing his own sister was supposed to be wrong. And yet, it didn't seem wrong. They'd, both enjoyed the flick immensely. Could anything that felt so goddamn good really be wrong?
And hadn't Ann needed this lovemaking? Hadn't she wanted it to take her mind off the brutal rape of her and her mother earlier in the evening? Wasn't he just doing his brotherly duty to his younger sister?
Eddie wasn't sure. He glanced over at Ann. She had drifted off to sleep but her hand remained firmly clutched around his deflating cock. In the dim light, she was like an angel. Her tits were
highlighted and the nipples seemed to have a life of their own as the girl breathed. Her trim stomach rose and fell with each breath. And her lovely, slender legs were stretched out alongside his body.

Eddie knew that what they'd just done wasn't wrong. Anything that great couldn't have been wrong.

With that thought firmly embedded in his mind, Eddie went to sleep.

CHAPTER FIVE

Joanne awoke from her drug-dazed sleep. The world seemed a bit fuzzy to her. She had trouble remembering, all the things that had happened to her the previous night.

Slowly, the memories came back. She shivered in recollection of the brutality Lee had shown her. Joanne almost started to cum when she was able to remember what that bastard ~had done to Arm, their very own daughter.

It was terrible enough that Lee had decided to do what, he had to her. But to take his drunken rage out on his own flesh and blood was something that Joanne knew she could never forgive him for as long as she lived.

That thought triggered another in her mind. Was Lee still alive? The vague picture of him lying in a pool of his own blood, the side of his head caved
in, came to her in a flash.

Lee and Eddie had fought. Lee had slipped and bashed his head in on the same kitchen table he had raped Ann on. The justice seemed fitting to die woman. But she couldn't smile at it. Joanne wondered how Lee was doing whatever else, he was still her husband.

Joanne rose and slipped into her clothing. She prowled around the house for a few minutes, not bothering to open Ant's bedroom to check on her daughter. The girl was made of stern stuff; she could cope. It never occurred to Joanne that Eddie might be in the same bed as his sister.

Joanne picked up her car keys and purse. It took only a few minutes to get the car started and aimed in the direction of Corinth General Hospital, the only place Lee could have been taken. The woman didn't remember what had really happened last night. She assumed a lot. All that the beaten and battered woman could b~ certain of was that Lee had been in a bad way, worse than he'd left her.

Joanne King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and Was immediately confronted by the overstarched, white-clad receptionist behind the main desk in the lobby.

"What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of boredom and not a little contempt for the woman with the hastily put on dress and messy hair.

"I...uh, my husband... Lee King. Yes, my husband was brought in last night and I was wondering how he was..."
The receptionist flipped through a small card index, then put a disgusted• look on her face. Her lips curled back in a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical condition. We really need a full folio on
him. Insurance company, financial statements, place of employment, everything. Go down the hail and turn left and ask for the head of administration."
"But how is Lee?" Joanne had to know.

"I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've filled out all the proper forms. Down the hail and to the left." The woman managed to dismiss Joanne with a simple toss of her head.

Joanne walked like a ~zombie to the administration office. She answered questions, filled out forms and signed releases until she had no conception at all of what she was doing.

The bemused woman remembered hearing a secretary say, "Ward three and ask for Dr. Parley."
Joanne somehow found Dr~ Parley, a youngish man about twenty-four and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a tired look about him. But that tiredness quickly vanished as he watched Joanne approach him. His eyes drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the wiggle of her ass, the to and fro swaying of her braless fits. And even her unkempt ~hair couldn't hide the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden locks.

Parley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Joanne was about the best-looking broad he'd come across since he'd started to work at Corinth General.

"Dr. Farley?" Joanne finally picked out the nametag on the doctor's shirt pocket.

"Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Parley slipped the clipboard he was carrying under one arm and hooked his fingers through his belt, his fingers pointing downwards.

"Lee King was admitted last night, and the people down in admitting told me to ask you...uh..." Joanne's voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing to her.

Fancy sensed how shaken Joanne was and immediately said, "Why don't we just step into the lounge here and talk about it?" There was a gleam in his eye that Joanne missed completely.

They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl chairs of the waiting room. Joanne waited for Dr. Parley to speak.

Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the swell of Joanne's boobs. "Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well, your husband is iii very serious condition. His temple was crushed by the blow and certain membrane in his brain had been ruptured. To make a long story short-and cutting out all the medical jargon-he's bleeding into his brain. Right now he's in a coma and unless a very delicate operation is performed within the next forty-eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr. Fancy added, with some gusto.

"Is there anyone who can do the operation here in Corinth?"
Parley smoothed his starched shirt and straightened slightly. "Of course, my dear, of course. I've done considerable reading on this and-"
"Then you could do the operation?" Joanne wasn't suit if she w~ elated or dejected. She had begun to despise Lee, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But he was still her husband, for better or for worse, as the marriage vow went.

"Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but
you realize that skilled surgeons don't come cheap. The operation will cost you close to $50,000. My fee alone would be almost half that."
Farley waited to see what the reaction would be. He smiled slightly at the shocked look on Joanne's face.

She turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that kind of money . . . and we don't have any hospitalization, either."
Farley almost rubbed his hands together in glee. He had another pigeon on the hook!
"Well, my dear, I might be persuaded to do the operation for other considerations. You realize that I spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money really going to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in taxes. How about a little trade?"
The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning.

Joanne 'King recoiled slightly from the young doctor. "Are you suggesting that we..." Her voice trailed off in disbelief. Then she began to consider what was at stake. There was no way she could afford Lee's operation. And he'd die if she didn't do something quick.

And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor offering her the operation in return for putting out.

"You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked incredulously. It seemed too good to be true. And it was.

"Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got to eat. I'll do the operation for two grand instead of twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a damn good deal.- As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it out with them."

Joanne's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it. For Lee." She couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to sell her body, even to this good-looking young doctor for her husband, but she was going to just the same. Duty was her only excuse.

"Excellent! Now, Joanne, if I can call you that, let's go to a more secluded spot." Parley was rubbing his hands together now in undisguised anticipation of fucking this lovely woman.

He firmly took her arm and guided her down one of the white sterile hallways, peering into one worn after another until he found one that was empty. Parley held the door open and Joanne hesitantly went in.

The room was empty except for a single hospital bed.

Parley began unbuttoning his tunic as he said, "No one'll bother us. As long as you don't press the call buzzer!" He laughed at his own little joke as he stripped off his tunic and stepped out of his trousers.

Joanne watched in mute fascination. Parley was a pretty well-hung stud. She had to admit that. And his prick was not-so-slowly elevating itself into an iron-hard, throbbing rod.

"Don't just stand there, Joanne. Strip!" The snap of command cut into Joanne's brain like a. scalpel. She began to unbutton the front of her dress.

She could hear Farley licking his lips with ill-suppressed lust when he saw her mountainous tits tumble out from their fabric prison. In spite of herself, the sight of Parley's steely prick with its purple plum of a knob gleaming wickedly at her made her hot, uncomfortable. She felt herself
growing wet in the crotch. And her nipples began to expand with the added blood that pumped wildly from her heart.

In seconds, her nipples were erect and pointing fingers of lust that did nothing but add to Fancy's already huge lust for her.

The young doctor did nothing but wait until Joanne had completely shed her dress. Naked, she stood before him.

"Turn around," he ordered. "I want to take a good look at you.~~
Joanne obeyed without question. If this guy was willing to give up over twenty grand just to fuck her, she'd give him any kind of a show he wanted. The thought still dulled her mind; who would blow that kind of bread for a simple balling?
Farley sat on the edge of the hard bed and ogled the lovely woman. Joanne may have been approaching middle age, she didn't have any of the age lines or baggy skin flaps that so often marked entry into that era of life. Her skin was radiant, taut and creamy white except for the red mars on her body that Lee had inflicted the night before. Farley didn't seem to notice those.

His eyes were too eagerly drinking in the beauty of Joanne's high, firm jugs. As she slowly turned, they swung to and fro in the mast provocative manner possible. The ruddy areolas with the fiery-red nipples thrusting up in their centers traced out invisible figure eights in the air in front of her body.

Those snowy cones could have held Farley's attention all day long. He relished boobs like few men ever could. He loved the symmetry, the way those fits seemed to beg to be- sucked, gnawed on,
manhandled.

But he forced himself to lower his gaze. Fancy wanted to take in as much of his gorgeous broad as he could. He wanted to drink in the full beauty of her body, then fuck the hell out of her!
Joanne's waist was trim, narrow. Not a single extra inch or ounce of flab to be seen. The deep depression of her belly button seemed to call out to the sex-crazed doctor, but when he saw the golden mat of her muff, all thoughts of her slightly domed stomach died.

That tiny triangle of fleecy pussy hair seemed to point down to Joanne's snatch like a road sign. Parley's eyes followed to that forbidden area between the woman's creamy thighs. His mouth began to water like a gourmet seated before a succulent meal.

But Parley's meal was far more succulent, tastier, more satisfying
He knew then and there that he'd fuck Joanne until his cock fell off from overuse!
"Okay, baby, enough of the burly show. Get your ass over here and on the bed."
Joanne was still hesitant about selling her body like this. And yet, what whore had ever been offered so much for a balling? And for such a worthy reason?
"Anything you say, Dr. Parley." Joanne didn't miss the purplish plum that seemed to grow and expand with every beat of the man's heart. The doctor's cock was huge and pawing larger with passion every instant. It seemed like a good thing to the woman to try to string Parley out as long as she could. If she gave him a ride he'd remember for a long time, he might forget about the cost of the operation.

"Call me Chuck." Parley reached out and gently stroked Joanne's flanks. The smooth, slightly sweaty skin under his strong hands trembled.

When he gripped her boobs and began to massage and squeeze, the erectile nubbins of nipple sprang to attention. The tiny buttons hardened even more and begged to be popped into his mouth..

Parley was only a man. He couldn't resist such tasty treats. With the eagerness of a man starved for weeks, he greedily stuffed one of Joanne's jugs into his mouth. The sheer size of the tit made -it impossible for him to get the entire pilowy mound into his mouth, but he tried. Damn, did he try!
Joanne's jug was simply too large to completely fit into his mouth. Farley's teeth gouged red furrows into the slopes of Joanne's Ut until she squealed with gee. The feelings lancing down into her chest were indescribable. A white-hot poker of delight burned into her body. Her nerve endings seemed to spring alive with lust for this young doctor. She realized that the way he was gnawing and twisting her boobs, she'd soon be begging him for more.

More, ever more. And then she'd be pleading with him to fuck her. To stuff his huge cock into her fuck-hole. She could feel the entire area around her cunt frothing and boiling with her juices. Joanne was turning on and she couldn't help herself. She tried to convince herself that this was for Lee, that this prostitution was necessary.

But her body told her differently. Her body was exalting in the wonderful carnality of getting laid. She needed anyone to fuck her. It would erase some
of the hurt that Lee had put on her the night before.

Parley's tongue lashed out and stabbed into the pebble-hard nipple he had sucked into his mouth. It drove Joanne wild. She gasped and began to thrash about on the hard bed.

The woman moaned out her passions. "Please fuck me, oh, please! I need your cock in me, Chuck! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"
The doctor would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth occupied with Joanne's left tit. He didn't want to stop sucking or tonguing that luscious mound of flesh. All he wanted was to taste Joanne like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine.

The woman's body had begun to sweat under the carnal assaults of Parley's tongue. The man lapped up the briny mixture with a relish one usually reserved for a favorite dessert. His tongue raced round and round the tiny lust button on the top of Joanne's boob. The woman squealed and wiggled and shrieked. Still Farley continued to suck and run his tongue across the bumpy plane that surrounded her nipple.

With a lightning-quick thrust of his tongue, Farley tried to push the nipple completely down into the soft, doughy mound of her Ut. At the same time, he closed his jaws slightly and bit into Joanne's boob. The combined action 6f his tongue on her nipple and the teeth on the sensitive flesh of her conical jug made Joanne arch her back.

"Puck me, damn you, flick me!" she cried over and over as passions locked inside her voluptuous body were unlocked. And the key to that unlocking was Chuck Parley's tongue, that dextrous, agile tongue that lavished carnal care all
over her boobs.

Gnawing and tonguing a tit wasn't enough for the young doctor. He allowed his hands to roam Joanne's body, searching out the most provocative places he could find. His hands lingered for a moment on her belly. He felt the heaving, tossing action of her stomach muscles and knew it would be paradise once he got inside her cunt. Those muscles had been trained to grip and hold a man's prick with vise-lock force. He diddled for a couple seconds with that sexy belly button before sliding his hand lower to the mat of silky pussy hair.

The soft hair that he ground under his hand was already wet with Joanne's cunt juices. Parley didn't have to be told that Joanne desperately wanted him to shove 'his massive cock all the way up her steaming, hungry cunt. The wetness in her crotch was enough to spur him on.

His fingers were soon coated with the woman's slick, oily secretions. lie began stroking back and forth across Joanne's gash. He could feel the tiny pulsing in her cuntlips each time her heart throbbed a wild beat, a wild beat of uncontrollable lust for him.

He spread the pussylips slightly, feeling the delicate tissues lurking just inside the woman's cunt. Joanne's entire body WAS filled with electric surges when Parley lightly caressed her bloated labes.

The pinkly scalloped, delicate inner lips were the key to much of her sexual sensations.. Fireworks exploded in her brain. Her breathing became tortured and she could only gasp in air with small, shuddery gulps. How desperately she wanted. to scream out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" but she
couldn't.

'Her voice had left her. She was totally seized with passion and was unable to do more than sigh and groan in sheer pleasure at the feelings blasting into her body. The warmth of Farley's hard, yet oddly gentle hand soothed her-and drove her to the heights of arousal. The tiny tendrils of warmth that had trickled down into her belly when his hand rested on her stomach suddenly turned to flaming arrows shot into her cunt as he diddled with her flick-hole.

Joanne wiggled and twisted on the bed in an attempt to get more of Parley's hand into her cunt. Just the first knuckle of his index finger didn't make it. She wanted more.

She wanted his cock!
As if sensing what he was doing to the woman, Farley perversely refused to speed up his fondling. He made a slow circuit around her fur-rimmed cunt, then went back and dabbled her cunt juice all over the now erect and straining spire of Joanne's cit. Farley looped his index finger around Joanne's passion-bud and stroked.

He started at the base of her cit. As he slowly worked up its tiny length, he tightened his grip. Joanne was driven into a wild sexual frenzy.

She bucked and thrashed and shoved her hips upward as hard as she could. Joanne needed more of this. She wanted the utmost of stimulation. She wanted to be fucked.

As she was choking out the words she had tried to say before, orgasm seized her in its granite grip. The ice and iron of complete climax ravaged her body, raping her senses. The world was blotted out as her body seemed to be set on fire with napalm.

CHAPTER SIX

As Joanne's orgasm died down, she felt Farley's questing fingers run back along her perineum. That sensitive section of skin between her asshole and cunt burned like it had been dipped into a vat of acid. The lightest touch was agony-and joy.

When Farley. crammed his finger into her asshole, Joanne came again. The feeling of that digit fucking in and out of her bung triggered another set of sensations in her body.. She felt as if a six-inch railroad spike had been thrust into her ass.

As this climax abated, Joanne -vaguely heard Farley mutter, "Go on, baby, spread those lovely white thighs. I want to get in and give you the fucking of your life.

The automatic response was to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. Joanne wanted nothing else at the moment except to be fucked by the
doctor. The sides of her leg pressed firmly into the hard surface of the bed, she lifted her butt off the bed enough for Parley's massive cock to surge into her dribbling omit.

Joanne thought she would pass out from the shock of his entry.. Her cunt was still sensitive from the previous night's rape. But there was no denying the fact that Fancy was one hell of a stud. He was hung and his cock was huge.

The woman felt as if her cunt were being ripped apart. She could feel the broad crown of Parley's cock racing up her flack tunnel. The pulsing, jerking rod excited her as it rammed home and the man's balls slapped wetly against her ass. Fully inside her, his cock twitched and wiggled with a life of its own.

The stimulation Joanne got was indescribably erotic. She could even feel the thick blue vein standing out on the top of the doctor's prick. But most of all, she could feel the slow back and forth motion Parley had started.

It wasn't a true flicking rhythm. Not yet.

This was more subtle. Her cunt walls could sense
it. Joanne's brain could register the tiny motions, round and round, back and forth. But it wasn't the MI-force, all-out flicking she so badly needed.

This was teasing her. It was giving her an idea of what was to come.

Parley was playing with her like he might sonic living, breathing, screwing toy.

"Ready for me to really fuck you?" the doctor gasped out. His own passions had driven him to the point where he had to get off soon. But he wasn't willing to stop his little game with her until the last possible moment. Farley loved to hear his women
beg him for his cock. It added spice to the game, made him feel good deep down inside if he knew they desperately wanted him.

"Yeeees, damn you, yes! Puck me!"
"You asked for it, baby!"
With those words, the tiny, featherlike motions ceased. Farley began to stoke in and out of Joanne's fiery cunt with mighty, pistonlike moves. Each time his prick, slipped out of her snatch, a lewd sucking noise- could be heard throughout the room. The slurping noise added stimulus to the act.

Parley could feel the suction on his dick as he tried to pull out of her hole. Joanne's cunt seemed to collapse around his prick. She didn't want him to ever leave that snug, warm berth. The suction he created by retreating tried to pull his guts' put through the end of his cock. The warmth of the woman's cunt seeped into his dick and funneled the heat all the way to his straining balls. And the smacking noise of his wet withdrawal added spice to the fucking.

But it was ramming his dong into Joanne s wanton
Fucking.

Wild, uninhibited fucking.

Joanne knew every time the man shoved his massive dong into her snatch. The nerves up and down her cunt walls screamed with joy. The friction burned and soared at her innards. She felt more alive than she'd ever felt before. This was living. This was what it was all about.

She was enjoying getting fucked!

No matter that she was being turned into a whore. No matter that she was doing this against her on will for a husband she no longer loved. The sheer physical act of screwing was all that truly mattered to her. Parley was a cockaman of nrc ability. He knew how best to turn her on and keep her humming with sexual energy.

And his flicking in and out of her cunt made her burn with desire for him. Joanne bucked up to meet his every forward thrust. She felt his prick smash through her twat, ignite fires of passion deep inside her cunt. Her spine began to tingle, then flare with the messages of delight that blasted into her brain.

Joanne came again.

Fancy continued to fuck even when the convulsing waves of orgasm hit Joanne's cunt. The pussy walls clamped down on his driving dong with demonic fury. But he loved every second of this sweet torture. He reveled in the sensuous feeling of having his prong smashed flat by the powerful muscles in this woman's flick-hole.

The cunt juice that dribbled out of Joanne's pussy around the fleshy plug of Fancy's cock made a giant wet spot on the bed sheets. But neither of them gave a damn.

All that mattered was the supreme feelings flooding their bodies. Parley's balls hardened, then began to churn and roil with overheated sperm.

With a low grunt, Farley came. His cum blasted out and creamed the walls of Joanne's cunt with the fury of a berserk firehose. He spurted gallon after gallon of his seed into her yearning, hungry pussy. And, she took every bit of it and demanded
more!

Parley felt his pumping cock tire, then falter. He was exhausted, drained. He'd had a great ride on this sexy woman. He couldn't really put that down. But he was greedy. He wanted. more.

The doctor straightened himself up on his arms and gazed down at the radiant, glowing face of Joanne. Funny, the doctor thought, how a broad seemed to shine after getting a damn good• fucking.

As he watched hers his cock began to deflate and soon dribbled out of Joanne's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice. It didn't take a genius to know that the chick was still hot to trot.

And Farley wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever pass up an opportunity like this!
"All right, baby, on your knees and - start licking!"
Joanne's eyes fluttered open and it took a couple seconds for her to focus properly.

"What? What's that?"
"You heard me. On your knees and lick my cock off. It's got all of your slime on it. And it should be cleaned off."
Joanne looked down to the limp snake of a prick that dangled between Farley's hairy legs. His dick was coated with cum and the viscous juice of her lust.

But to lick it off?
"Is this part of the deal? I mean, me licking off all that stuff? Or do I get more of a discount on your bill?"
"Hell, lady, you drive a hard bargain. So, okay, I'll do this as a charity gig. Now lick!"
Joanne slithered off the bed %and. knelt between the doctor's legs. Hesitantly rat first, then with increasing Leourage, she licked- and kissed at the
limp prong that had just emptied into her cunt.

The acrid taste instantly assailed her taste buds. As she dragged her tongue over the slippery cock, she tasted not only Parley's cunt but her own cunt juices as well. She had to admit the taste wasn't all that bad.

As soon as she discovered that this meaty popsicle could actually taste good, she began licking and sucking with renewed fervor. Soon, she had Parley gasping with pleasure. Joanne ran her tongue up and down the flaccid rod until she felt the vague rumblings deep inside of another hard-on.

It was a surprise to both of them when the man's cock began to grow and harden after only a few minutes of expert sucking. By this time, all of his cum and Joanne's pussy oils had been licked off. And Joanne was able to luxuriate in nothing but the taste of an aroused male prick.

Farley felt the familiar embers in his balls burst into flame once again. It was amazing how quickly he had gotten his hard-on back. He'd fucked one of the tightest, hottest chicks he'd ever found. Now, he was getting head from her-and his cock was as hard and rigid as ever!
It was paradise.

Parley muttered, "Keep on sucking, keep on sucking. You're making it feel so damn goood!"
Joanne's lips curled upwards slightly in a smile. She'd get that operation done for nothing. And enjoy the barter!
Her tongue swirled around the crown of Parley's prick, not missing a single square inch of meaf She played with the sensitive flap of skin just under the cockhead, then tried to shove her tongue down the
tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his rod. She knew that she couldn't possibly get her pink, dextrous tongue down that tiny cum-slit, but it didn't matter.

The stimulation they both got out of the blowjob was all that mattered.

When she had. Farley continually gasping in reaction at her oral acrobatics on the knob of his dick, she began moving her mouth down his shaft. Joanne lightly nipped and teased the skin until it was so taut and tight along Farley's cock that it was impossible for her to use her teeth without injuring the doctor.

When she got to his hairy balls, she found them tightly compressed. Her tongue flashed out and lavished feathery touches all around the tiny sac containing Farley's precious jewels.

Farley was wild with desire by now. The wet, roughness ~all up and down his prick was great, but when Joanne began tonguing his balls, he almost came. The young doctor managed to restrain himself for a few minutes, but knew it was only a matter of time before he blasted out another load of his fiery cum.

"Damn, but you can give good head!" he mumbled between compressed. lips. And he meant
it. He'd pulled this trip on any number of willing chicks, but Joanne was the first to get his dick this hard so fast after the frenetic fucking they'd just enjoyed.

Joanne's hot breath rustled through the forest of his crotch hair and stimulated the man even more. He was lost in a paradise of sheer carnal sensations.

Sooner than Farley had anticipated or wanted, he came again. His prick stiffened even more and
then spurted out three or four huge gobs of flick juice.

Joanne eagerly licked each and every drop up as it emerged from the tip of his dick. The slithery, rough wetness playing across the tip of his dick heightened .Farley's orgasm. The rigid clamp on all of his muscles soon passed and he fell back on the bed, exhausted.

This was the first time in more years than he cared to remember that a broad had worn him out. He knew it would have been impossible to get a hard-on again for a third try, no matter how much he wanted it. Joanne was hell on wheels either flicking or giving a blowjob.

"Well, how was it?" Joanne demanded.

"I've had enough, thank you. You're damn good with that tongue. And you got one of the tightest cunts I've ever felt. Your husband was a hicky dude."
Parley began puffing on his hospital garb.

As he fastened the last button on his tunic, Joanne asked, "Then you will do the operation for nothing?"
Parley looked at the woman, an evil leer on his lips. "Lady, I'm only an intern in this place. Your husband's be deader than a doornail then seconds after I put a knife to him. And I don't know diddly shit about brain operations. They just had me doing some of the preliminary tests to see what was wrong with him-part of my training as a doctor."
Joanne felt as if someone had hit her in the stomach with a fifteen-pound sledgehammer.

'... you mean that you're not the one who'd do the operation? That all of this was a
hype?"
"Lady, if I talked real sweet, to the administrators, they might let me watch the operation-from another room. But touch a scalpel during the operation? No way!"
Farley began to laugh loudly as he walked to the door. He paused, turned and looked back at the half-clad Joanne.

With a smug look on his face, he told her, "You might be able to work out some kind of deal with old man Whittsker. He'd be the one doing the operation. But I doubt it. He's sixty-five years old and hasn't thought about anything as great as flicking in a dozen years."
Joanne listened to the door whoosh shut and waited until the soft footsteps of the intern had receded to the point where she couldn't hear them any longer before she started to cry.

She'd just been screwed-in more ways than one. And she wasn't any better off for it than when she'd started.

CHAFFER SEVEN

Joanne was still drying the tears running down her face when Eddie met her at the front door.

He demanded, "Mom! What's wrong? What happened?" He both hoped and feared that his father had died. He didn't care for the bastard in the least, but he didn't want to see his mother put through unnecessary sorrow, either.

"Eddie! It was horrible! he. . . he made me do all sorts of terrible things!" In a flurry of words, Joanne explained what Parley had done, what he had made her do.

Eddie seethed but knew there WSS little he could do about it Thoughts of waiting oUtside the hospital and stomping the hell out of the lying and lecherous intern craned his mind, but what good would that really do? The damage had been done.

"What do you want mc to do, Mom? I can go
and file some kind of a report with the cops. But you know that'1l be a waste of time. They never even bother checking up on stories like this. Besides, you did sort of agree to things before they got started."
Joanne was miserable. If she'd only checked to be sure that Farley was the doctor assigned to the case. But in her shock and confusion, such things were so distant. And Farley had taken advantage of her by proclaiming himself to be in charge. Who would ever think a doctor would lie about something like that for his own ends?
Eddie knew that doctors were human just like anyone else, but he somehow had never imagined them pulling a rotten trick like that on a woman who was too distraught to do anything about it. He had to admit, though, that this was the very type of person most inclined to put out for a horny intern. And he couldn't blame Fancy all that much. The poor guy had probably been working twelve on and twelve off for a long time.

And Joanne was a knockout. Eddie could barely take his eyes off his own mother. The rumblings deep down in his crotch bothered him a little. He, Edward P.S. King, lusting after his own mother!
The thought frightened him a little, and yet why the hell not? Hadn't he already fucked his own sister? He did admit that screwing his own mother was in a different league altogether. It seemed really kinky, and yet...

Joanne looked so much like Ann it was painful. Doubly so when Eddie felt the bulge in his jeans begin to grow. No, he couldn't really blame Farley for wanting to fuck Joanne King. Not at all, especially since that was the very thing he was
thinking himself.

Trying to take his mind off his mother's firm, well-formed body and the unconscious way she wiggled her ass when she moved, Eddie said, "I think it's about time we had a little talk. About... him." Eddie still couldn't bring himself around to calling Lee his father, even if it were true.

"What do we really have to talk about? Lee needs the operation. And that fifty-thousand-dollar figure seems to be right. I managed to check up on it before I left the hospital. I talked with the surgeon who was really in charge, and Dr. Gross said that fifty grand was even a low estimate."
"That's what I mean, Mom. Is it worth the money to even try and save him?" Eddie's own answer was an emphatic "NO!" but he had to jet his mother to agree. After all, it was her husband whose life was hanging in the balance.

"I don't know, Eddie. What do you think? You're the man in the family now and you should have some say-so." Joanne was desperately looking for someone to make the hard decision far her. And Eddie was the only man around she could turn to.

Eddie thought for a few seconds before answering. J'I don't believe we can handle it. First of all, where'd we get the money? Lee's already got a second mortgage on the house. If you sold everything we might just about break even. Maybe. And my job's enough to support me but not a bunch of bills in addition to just staying in food and keeping a roof over our heads.

"Ann's job is only part-time. You can't really expect her yo
work full time just to pay off a huge hospital bill. Not after what Lee's done to her.

"But we just can't let him die!"
"Why not?" came the only words, the words that rang of truth.

"He's your father! He's my husband, that's why!"
"I say he stopped being my father a long time ago. And the night he raped you and Ann. . . I think he stopped being anything at all to us then."
"But to let any human being just die without trying to save them is a sin!" Joanne protested.

"Can you save all the starving children of the world? Do you even want to try if it were possible? They'd just breed and make the next population even larger and harder to feed. The same thing works here. If Lee's saved, will things be any better or will he get worse, drink more and make life a living hell for us? For you?"
Joanne fell silent.

"Face it, Mom, we got to look after ourselves. And did the doctor say what the chances were for complete recovery? What happens if we spend the money for the operation and Lee dies anyway? We're out the bread and all we have is the dubious satisfaction of frying to save him and a pile of bills we'll never be able to pay off."
Joanne mutely nodded her head in agreement.

"Or consider a case that's even worse. What happens if the operation saves his life and he's turned; into a vegetable. That's got to be a possible outcome. Would you like to tend a man who'd been turned into a giant vegetable the rest of your life? Or put him in a nursing home that would add to the financial burdens?!'

'All I can say, Eddie, is that he's your father." She added in a lower voice, "And my husband."
"That's true, but does he even deserve the chance to live after what he's done?"
"You can't be judge, jury and executioner!" Joanne snapped.

"Why the hell not?" Eddie retorted. "Wasn't he doing just that when I came in last night? Is he any better than we are? And he was doing everything from sheer malice. He hates our guts or he wouldn't have done any of those rotten things to you, then raped Ann while you were forced to watch. The man's not even fit to be called human. He's an animal. I don't know, maybe turning him into a vegetable is an improvement. Vegetables don't hurt anyone."
Eddie had had his say and lapsed back into silence. His eyes never left his mother. She had plopped down into a huge chair. Sometime during the heated argument, the top two buttons of her dress had come undone. The tantalizing glimpses Eddie was being given of her boobs made his prick begin to stir and stiffen again. He tried to keep his mind off the mounds of flesh that were partially revealed to him.

It was a losing battle. Every time Joanne moved, she exposed a different section of her trim, firm boobs. Boobs that didn't need the cloth prison of a bra. Few women were able to go without a bra; Joanne was one. Eddie marveled at the firmness that allowed her tits to sway gently back and forth but never sag.

The nipples prodded firmly outward against the fabric of her simple dress and further aroused the youth. He wondered if his mother noticed the
tenting of his jeans. His crotch began to burn with lust.

Eddie tried to restrain himself. Screwing Ann was one thing. She may have been his sister, but they were always close. It seemed natural. But flicking his own mother? That had to remain some fantasy that lurked in the back of his mind. It simply had to stay hidden.

Joanne slumped back into the chair and stretched her legs out in front of her. Eddie's cock did another flip-flop in reaction to the sight. Those legs! Slender calves, well-formed legs and the thighs that disappeared up under the short hemline really turned him on.

They were creamy, smooth and appealing thighs. They looked soft, tender. How he wished he could be stroking them, slowly, gently. And then working his way up to the platinum-furred mound that was the gateway into Joanne's cunt.

Eddie wondered if his mother would ever have the same lust for him that he now held for her. He knew he wasn't that bad-looking, but a woman as attractive as his mother wouldn't have any troubles finding a thousand guys her own age willing to call her if she wanted.

Joanne, in spite of being so hung up on Lee, was an independent woman with whom any man could make - long, interesting and incredibly stimulating love..

Eddie was positive about that.

His reverie was shattered by Joanne's low voice. "1 can't make the decision right now, Eddie. I... I'm still too close to everything. And what happened today at the hospital. I ... oh, hell!"
Joanne suddenly stood and started down the
hallway, crying loudly. Eddie Was on his feet in an instant and clutched his mother to his body. He had to try quieting her down. Being hysterical wouldn't salve any of their problems.

"Hush, Mom, hush. Now just calm down. Cool
it. Everything'll work out okay. Just wait and see." Eddie was surprised and pleased in a perverse
sort of way that his mother's dress had become unbuttoned all the way down the front. Her tits were barely hidden by the thin fabric. Eddie found one of his hands covering her right boob. And she didn't seem to mind at all.

Joanne clutched wildly at Eddie, throwing her arms around his neck. "Please help me, Eddie. I need you so much. I need you so goddamn much you'll never understand it"
Eddie eased her down to the sofa and, before he could fully understand what he was doing, had kissed her full on the lips.

For a brief moment, their lips merely touched. Then, Joanne's lips parted and Eddie's tongue sailed into her mouth. Their tongues began a restless, relentless, even desperate swirling around and around. They touched and caressed, but their tongues did the real job of telling the other how they felt, what they needed.

Eddie's tongue slowly stroked back and forth along the underside of Joanne's. The wet roughness of his tongue seemed to stimulate her. Joanne began to gasp and suck in air in deep, heavy drafts. Eddie could feel her heart begin to pound wildly under the shirt that he had never released from its firm grip under his hand.

Their tongues began to dash in and out of the other's mouth. Soon, the mock fucking had lighted

Eddie's fires to the point where his cock was reaching the breaking point. If it didn't escape the prison of his jeans, he knew his rod would rupture at the seams and spew out cum from the sides instead of the tiny hole drilled in the end of his prick.

As if reading his mind, Joanne reached down and unzipped his fly. Like a switchblade opening, his dong snapped out into the air. The fleshy shaft was immediately grabbed by Joanne. She began stroking up and down the pecker as if it were the nicest thing in the world she'd ever found and she didn't want to ever let it loose again.

Eddie didn't mind. Not at all!
His own hands were busy slipping the dress from Joanne's shoulders. The material got in his way. As their tongues played hide and seek in the carnal playground of their mouths, his hands began to massage and manipulate his mother's tits. Those wondrous jugs that had turned him on the instant she had walked in the door.

His fingers clamped down on the tiny mushrooms perched on the tops of each boob. Under his careful squeezing and tweaking, the nipples turned into marble-hard nubbins that throbbed with lust. Eddie's cock stiffened even more when he realized that he was the one responsible for his mother's arousal.

He was the stud who was giving her the pleasure she had never found with Lee King.

Eddie almost came at the sudden realization that his innermost dream was about to be realized. That he would be fucking his own mother in a matter of minutes!
Eddie was silently grateful to his mother. He
had felt the crown of his pecker begin to expand just before he blasted out his seed. She had pinched down ~nt1y just behind the broad, purpled head of his cock and stopped the premature ejaculation.

Eddie King took in a deep breath and settled don to flick his mother as long and hard and expertly as he could. He was no virgin. He'd been around. He'd show her exactly what he could do to please a woman-even one as special as his on mother!
Joanne seemed to understand instinctively what was going through Eddie's mind. Without a word she began to strip him of his clothes. In the twinkling of an eye, both were naked and sprawled on the soft carpet of the living-room floor in a passionate embrace.

Eddie felt his body sliding against the smooth skin of his mother's body. A thin sheen of sweat seemed to lubricate the motion as he moved his prick up and down against the softness of her inner thigh. He made sure his prong never touched her pussylips. He knew no amount of self-control would hold him back if he felt the hat juices dribbling from her cunt.

Joanne's brain was in a completely chaotic state. She was confused. She wasn't certain what she was doing. All she knew for certain was that it felt good to have Eddie's mouth on hers. His tongue moving in and out of her mouth made her forget her troubles. And his hands on her big tits was just the treatment she needed to forget the evil intern who had tricked her earlier that day.

Joanne King was satisfied to go along for the ride.

She pulled her mouth away from Eddie's to tell him in a husky whisper, "Eddie, fuck me good! Please, I need it. Your cock! I need it in me!"
Her son didn't seem to hear. The pounding of blood in his ears sounded like surf on the beach. All he could see was the jutting pinnacle of fit flesh on her heaving chest. Eddie's mouth rapidly encircled one of those summits and sucked the erect nubbin into his mouth. He began a slow, constant sucking that was designed to drive his mother out of her mind with passion for him.

When Joanne felt Eddie's tongue begin to race around her nipple, she almost climaxed. The thrill of having her own son suckling at her tit again was kinky and thoroughly arousing to her. Each time his tongue lashed down to flick the- erect spire of nipple back and forth, she felt a surge of electricity volt through her chest and into her body.

The warmth spread from a dozen points of contact with her son. His one hand continually stroked her side. The other hand clutched fiercely at her other jug. His stomach was pressed firmly against her, crushing her to the soft carpet under his weight.

And along her leg traveled his massive cock. That throbbing, yearning, needful dong that longed to be shoved hard and fast into her steaming cunt.

All the sensations smashed into her body and pushed her up the peak to orgasm.

When Eddie's dick lightly brushed against her tit, Joanne came.

She screamed out, "YESSSS! I'MMM COMMMIUNNGG!"
She fucked and humped and thrust her body hard against Eddie's in an attempt get his cock
into her hungry pussy. The positioning wasn't right, but it didn't matter that much. Eddie hung on and rode out the storm winds of his mother's orgasm. And Joanne was content with the force and intensity of her come.

As his mother relaxed slightly, Eddie continued to suckle at the fit and prod lightly at her pussylips with his cock. He'd brought his own raging emotions under control now and could afford to play with the pink, blood-filled gash with his own pecker and not spew out his cum in an embarrassing way.

"When do you want it?" Eddie demanded.

"Want what?" said Joanne, still mind-dazed from her powerful orgasm.

"This!" Eddie declared as he rammed his hips forward. The purpled tip of his cock speared dead center into Joanne's cunt. His prick parted her pussylips and plunged deep into her gushing flack-hole.

Both gasped with the intensity of the teenager's initial entry. He hadn't intended to begin the flicking with this much force, but he had. It was as if he had plunged his shaft of lusty prick into a blast furnace, but a special blast furnace. A seething hot, juicy furnace that instantly clamped down hard on his meat. Eddie didn't think he could move at all with her powerful cunt muscles squeezing unmercifully down on his buried length of pecker.

If Eddie had reacted with a sudden intake of breath, his rapid fucking into her cunt had ignited another orgasm in Joanne. One instant, her pussy was empty and needed for cock. The next, it was filled to overflowing with throbbing,
completely male prick.

"Puck me, Eddie, fuck me good!" Joanne cried out passionately as soon as she had descended the slopes of another orgasm.

Her son didn't have to be urged on. He had felt the powerful, convulsive grabbing at his buried cock during his mother's orgasm. He wanted more of' that. He wanted to feel the friction on his dick as it coursed up and down that hot, tight channel into his mother's body. He needed to feel her cunt totally pounding his rod as he fucked her.

Eddie managed to pull back slightly. Then the idea occurred to him. He didn't have to completely and forcefully fuck his mother right away. He could enjoy his screw longer if he played a bit. The teenager began to pull his cock out of the sucking cunt a slow, agonizing inch at a time. It felt as if his guts would be sucked out through the tinj hole at the end of his dick, but he didn't care.

His meat burned in spite of the flow of cunt juices bathing it. His balls seemed to be on fire. Acid seared his nerves and jolted him all up and down his spine. The blaze in his groin threatened to totally consume him in lust.

The prickly feeling of his cock as he pulled it out made him feel good. He tinged with poorly concealed emotion, The boy wanted nothing more than to fuck. his mother crosseyed, but he refrained. He wanted even. more pleasure. Greedy, he wanted the maximum in carnal delights that he could get before his climax.

Joanne wasn't about to complain if Eddie insisted on a slow, methodical flicking rhythm. She moaned constantly while he was pulling his plug of cock, out of her twat. The quiff sound
seemed to fill the air. She hadn't realized she was that juicy in the cunt, but she had to be to make that kind of noise. In an odd way, the sound stimulated her.

When Eddie's broad knob remained just inside the pink, scalloped inner labes protecting Joanne's cunt, he paused. Then, he bunched the muscles in his butt and lower back and heaved forward with as much force as he could.

His impact slid Joanne almost a foot along the rug. He buried his wang balls deep in the clutching, fevered cunt amid a low slurping noise. He felt the intense friction in spite of the prodigious amount of juice inside his mother's snatch. The embers in his groin blazed merrily away like full-blown forest fires. Eddie's cock was encased in a tight, seething hot female cunt.

What more could he want?
He began rotating his hips, twitching and rocking back and forth to stimulate his mother to the fullest before pulling his rod out again.

The youth succeeded. Joanne felt the mighty pillar of cock against the sensitive inner tissues of her cunt. The ripply pussy walls began to contract and clamp down on the invading prickshaft. She could feel the throbbing of the cock, every jerk it made when Eddie's excited heart pumped another load of blood into the pulsing rod.

When he started rotating his cock inside her hale, the delicate gash and~ pussylips were alternately compressed and released. The pressure and motion of the cock against them almost drove her into a wild sexual frenzy. The sensations assaulting her body were unbelievably intense.

It was a damn good fucking-pleasantly intense and stimulating beyond hex wildest imaginings.

Joanne climaxed again.

Eddie rode out the third orgasm and began to flick in and out of his mother's cunt with increasing need. He could no longer control his runaway passions. He had to get off and quick.

But Joanne's arms encircled him, clutched at his ass and pulled his. tool even deeper into her boi as he fucked forward.

Locked together they rolled over and over with Eddie's cock firmly anchored in its warm, tight berth of cunt. The rolling motion compressed the cunt walls ~even more around his dick. Eddie was guided in his fucking motions by Joanne