FAM-180  Ellen And Son
(Larry Richards)


CHAPTER ONE

"Hey, you guys, I'm about through this panel," Al hissed, throwing a glance over his shoulder at his two cellmates. "Are you two jerkoffs gonna sit there all night and watch? C'mon, you assholes, get to work on them sheets and mattress covers!"

"Geez, Al, we ain't got but only the one mattress cover left to go," Frankie Solis whined. "Shit, man, we got us rope enough to climb up to the fucking moon almost!"

"Yeah, man, we got it all fixed up nice," Stevie Winn added, gesturing to the pile of crude rope lying at the head of his bunk. "And that last mattress cover, it ain't gonna take us long to get that mother fixed up just the way you want it."

"Okay, okay," Al agreed. "You guys are doing all right, I guess. Just make sure you get that last one done, huh? We might not need it but I'd a hell of a lot rather have it than not."

Stevie and Frankie bent over the remaining mattress cover and began tearing it into long strips, each six inches wide. Al hunched his broad, thick shoulders and wiped the sweat from his round, black face. He tightened his stubby fingers around the spoon which he had fashioned into a crude saw and bent back over the panel hiding the lavatory's plumbing. He estimated that another fifteen minutes' work at the panel would sever the last inch of cheap aluminum plating which the contractor had used to cover the plumbing. Stevie and Frankie had sneered when he had announced his intention of breaking out of the cell, almost as soon as the guard had pushed him inside it. That had been two weeks ago and they were all still awaiting their day in the courts of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

"Shit, baby, every jail's got a weak spot or two," Al had told them, disregarding their jeers. "All them jive-ass contractors, they cut corners some place when they start building these damn pigpens. There ain't none of 'em what don't skimp and cheat wherever they can. So all you got to do is to find you a place where they skimped. That's your doorway to the outside, baby, and there's one in every jail in the world!"

"Yeah, you talk it up real good," Stevie had said in his thick, Alabama twang. "Just how many jails you busted out of, huh?"

"Two so far. It woulda been three, except they moved me outta one cell a couple of days before I was ready to open it up," Al had replied.

"Yeah, black man, but here you are again, right back in Iron City," Frankie had pointed out.

"What the fuck's that got to do with anything?" Al had demanded. "Shit, baby, thieves has got to figure on spending some of their time in jail; that's part of the game. And I ain't nothing but a thief!"

"Yeah, that's the last of that mattress cover!" Frankie whispered in elation. "Now let's get that mother knotted together and get ready!"

"Shit, I wish I had me some traveling clothes," Stevie muttered jubilantly. "I'm sure gonna hate leaving here in these old blues. I like to go out in some-fucking style!"

"Hey, Al, you sure that chick of yours is gonna be there?" Frankie asked. "She's gonna have some wheels and clothes?"

"No sweat, baby, she's gonna have it all laid out and ready to go," Al repeated for the fifteenth time that day. "She's all right, for a white chick, and when she says she's gonna have it, you can make book on it! Hot damn, am I ever gonna he glad to see that broad again!"

"You know, I almost hate to leave this place," Stevie drawled as he knotted the last strip of makeshift rope together. "You see that little redheaded kid they brought in this morning? Shit, I'd like to get his ass in the shower room tomorrow! I bet that little asshole of his is so tight it'd almost tear the skin offa your cock when you shoved it up him!"

"There's plenty of ass on the outside, baby," Al reminded him. "And what's more you can have it any time you want it and you don't have to wait till some pig turns his back either!"

"Hey, Al, are you for real about letting us screw that chick of yours?" Frankie asked. "You ain't just putting us on, are you?"

"Frankie, baby, didn't I tell you she'd put out for all of us? That's one more cock-loving broad, that one is, and when I tell her to lay down and spread for you guys she's gonna lay it right out on the line. And you'd better believe that she knows how to shake that thing too!"

"God damn, I'm so fucking horny already I can taste it!" Frankie hissed. "Oh, wow, baby, I'll fuck her so many ways she won't know what's happening!"

"Haw, you gonna have to go some to get more'n I do," Al chortled. "I might not have been in this damned hole but two weeks, but I sure miss my pussy! I'm gonna wear me some blisters on that chick's cunt before too long!" They continued to whisper obscene remarks while Al patiently pressed his crude saw back and forth against the panel. Finally he grunted with satisfaction and leaned back. The panel hung by only a sliver of metal.

"That sure don't look like much of a hole," Stevie muttered dubiously.

"I've seen some cunts that didn't look very big either," Al said, "but when I got my cock down against 'em, I generally found me a way to get inside. Shit, man, that hole's big enough for me; you know it's gotta be big enough to let your skinny li'l ole ass through!"

"Hey, man, you sure that's gonna put us out on the next building?" Frankie asked.

"No, I ain't sure of much of anything," Al replied. "But I bet you it leads to some place. And somewhere 'tween here 'n there we're gonna find us a way out of this fucking rat trap!" With that he leaned forward once more. He slipped the handle of his spoon into the crack he had made and pried the panel toward him. The aluminum bent forward easily, revealing a dark rectangle leading into the bowels of the jail. "Okay, there it is," he said with evident satisfaction. "Now let's take us a little trip and see where we come out!"

Frankie picked up the long hank of rope he and Stevie had made. They squatted beside the jagged hole while AI fitted himself into it; they could see the ragged edges digging into his broad back as he forced himself through it but he paid no attention to those minor nicks. Giving a low grunt, he pulled himself through the opening and emerged into the narrow passageway separating the wall of the cell from the outside of the jail. He reached back to take the rope from Frankie and began crawling down the rubble-strewn corridor. "Okay, you guys, move it!" he hissed. "Yeah, I see the freedom light shining down there!"

It took them a half hour of wriggling and crawling to get to a screen opening out onto the roof of the service complex next door. Al kicked the screen out, hoping that no one would be alert enough at two o'clock in the morning to pay any attention to their activity. Fastening one end of the makeshift rope to a pipe running along the wall, he threw the other end out the opening and then swung out. He carefully lowered himself down until he stood on the roof of the jail's kitchen. Stevie and Frankie followed close behind and they eased their way over to the rear wall, where they had only a twelve-foot drop to the alleyway.

"Home free, baby!" Al chortled as they looked down into the street running beside the county's jail. "And not a pig in sight anywhere! C'mon, you guys, we got it knocked now!"

They swung over the wall and hung down by their arms, then dropped the remaining distance. Five minutes later, after having made a quick dash through several alleys, they pulled up near a vacant lot.

"Okay, my chick's got a place about a block from here," Al told them. "We'll just ease up there like we owned the place, right?"

"You know it!" Stevie agreed.

"And then it's Splitsville!" Frankie added.

Al led them down the street to a rambling frame house, which they entered. They eased up the cluttered staircase and down a corridor. Al rapped softly on the door. "She sleeps real light," he muttered. "No sense in busting down the door and letting everybody know we're here."

They heard the squeak of ancient bedsprings and the padding sound of bare feet moving across an uncarpeted floor.

"Who is it?" came the question.

"It's me, baby, Al!"

The door opened cautiously and a tousled, blonde head peeped out. "Hey, it is you!" the girl squealed, throwing the door open and flinging her arms around his neck as he came inside.

"Yeah, it's me, baby, Big Al in person!" he grunted, planting a lusty kiss on her full, red lips. "And I brought me some of my pals too. You ready to roll?"

"Sure, man, just like you told me," she said. "There's all them clothes I picked up for you and I got a car out front ready to roll."

"Is it hot?"

"Of course not! Shit, whaddaya think I am, stupid? Naw, I bought it last week from a guy," she said. "Hi, you guys, I'm Jean."

"Yeah, I figured," Stevie said, frankly gaping at her.

She was stark naked but showed not the slightest sign of being embarrassed. A short but extremely well-built girl of about twenty, she wore her hair long and loose. The fringe of honey-brown hair hung down almost to the nipples of her exceptionally large breasts.

"All right, you guys, ain't you never seen a pussy before?" Al grunted, throwing off his prison uniform and shrugging into the set of used work clothes she had pointed out. "C'mon, get them clothes off and let's roll! Soon as them pigs find out we've split they'll be hitting this place!"

"How they gonna find out?" Jean asked. "This ain't the place I had when I first signed the visitor's book at the jail. I ain't even here under my right name!"

"Shit, ain't she something for smarts?" Al beamed. "But c'mon, goddammit, we can't fart around here forever. They gonna have roadblocks out, maybe, and all that shit. Soon as we get outta sight of this fucking town I'm gonna be a lot happier!"

"All right, all right," Stevie said, moving over to the couch and beginning to pull his uniform off. "Two minutes, baby, and we're gone!"

"Cripes, I was hoping we could work in a quick lay first," Jean said as she took a wrinkled miniskirt off the back of a chair and stepped into it. "Baby, it's been over two weeks since I had my cunt reamed out and I'm so fucking horny everything comes up looking like cock!"

She did not bother with a bra or panties; she merely zipped up the skirt, pulled a sweater over her head and ran a comb briefly through her hair. She slung a woolen Indian-weave bag over her shoulder, picked up a suitcase and positioned herself by the door.

"How about that iron I told you about?" Al said, shrugging into a windbreaker and gathering his prison uniform into a compact ball.

"In that dresser drawer," Jean said, nodding toward the piece of furniture. "Two .38s, just like you said. And a box of shells. They ain't hot either; I bought 'em both at pawnshops around town."

"Okay, you guys roll up them monkey suits and stick 'em under your arms," Al said, going to the dresser and pulling out the two revolvers. "We don't leave nothing here to connect us with this place, got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," Frankie said, eyeing the guns nervously. "What's the idea with all the iron?"

"We might need it," Al grunted, shoving one of the revolvers into his belt and giving the other to Jean, who put it into the bag hanging from her shoulder. "Okay, everybody ready to roll? Jean, check the hall outside."

She opened the door slightly and peered outside, then nodded. She went out into the hallway with the three men close behind her. As they went down the stairs, moving softly and as quietly as possible, he motioned for her to get out the car keys from her shoulder bag.

"You drive," he said to Frankie. "You and cornpone here, you two get in the front. Me 'n the chick go in the back. Slow 'n easy, that's the ticket, and there won't nobody think anything about it."

"It's that blue Ford over there," Jean said as they stepped out the front door of the rooming house. "It looks like a bomb but it runs pretty good. I got it all filled up with gas 'n everything."

"Shit, man, you been cooking this up for a while," Frankie muttered, admiration clear in his voice. "You got the whole thing lined out!"

"A little thinking don't hurt no job," Al muttered. "I told her last week I was on my way out; we fixed all this up then. Shit, I couldn't have gotten the deal off the ground without my little cock-loving broad here!"

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have done all that for just anybody," Jean added. "C'mon, honey, let's get to rolling!"

"You know this town, don't you, Frankie?" Al asked. "Okay, then, get us on the road to Santa Fe."

"Santa Fe? What the hell's up there besides a lot of tourists and Indians?" Frankie asked, opening the driver's door of the Ford and sliding under the wheel.

"A way outta this fucking country," Al replied. "I been busted in Dallas and L. A., so I figure if I head up to Denver, where I ain't never been before, that might throw 'em off for a while. Santa Fe, baby cakes, and don't act the fool and run any red lights or get up picked up for speeding. Me 'n my chick here, we got us a lot of making up to do!" he added with a wink.

Stevie settled himself in the front seat, beside Frankie, as Al and Jean slipped into the back seat of the battered station wagon she had bought for them. Even before Frankie had pulled away from the curb, Al had taken her in his arms and crushed her mouth against his. He lay back against the door and she crawled over him, hiking the absurdly short skirt high in order to straddle him with her legs.

"Ooohh, baby, have I ever been missing this!" she murmured, licking his ear between words. "I been fingerfucking every day but that ain't nothing like that big, hard cock of yours! Mmm, get it out, baby, get it out and then get it in!"

"It ain't gonna take me long to get warmed up," Al promised. "There's a lot to be said against a jail but the worst is, they just never have any pussy round! Another week in there and I might have started thinking about packing some guy's shit for him!"

"Oh, wow, man, I got a cunt and a asshole and a mouth," Jean whispered, moving back slightly as he fumbled with his trousers and opened them. "And every one of them holes has got the hots for that cock of yours!"

"Get one of them tits out," he muttered, reaching into his trousers and bringing out a magnificent length of stiff prick. "Feed me some tit, baby, while I feed that cunt of yours some good, hard, hot cock!"

"Yeah, that's what it's been wanting all this time," Jean muttered in a hoarse, tense voice. "A lot of cock, just the kind that you always give me! Here it is, man, and it's already so hot 'n tingly I can't hardly stand it!"

She slipped up her sweater and brought out one of her breasts, fitting the swollen nipple into his mouth and grunting fiercely as he gnashed it with his teeth. At the same time he brought his distended prick up and shoved it against the lips of her pussy. Already feverish and jelly-slick with desire, the big flaps parted easily and admitted the turnip-shaped head of his cock. The bulbous knob slipped between the lips, nosed into the taut, yearning mouth of her cunt and lodged there.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed, twisting slightly and shuddering as the sensual warmth of his prick flowed through her pussy. "Oohh, Al, baby, it feels better than ever! Now give it to me, honey, fuck it right up that cunt of mine! Jesus, I feel like I've grown another cherry, it's so fucking tight!"

Al said nothing with his mouth crammed full of hot, vibrant breast he could hardly have spoken but the brutal, insistent way he lunged upward spoke eloquently enough. Jean cried out, a choked oath, as she felt his cock dilate the mouth of her cunt and spread it into a gigantic circle. At the same time, Al reached around her with both hands. He fastened one hand on her left buttock, digging his fingers deep into the cheek of her ass; with the other he rubbed the area between her pussy and asshole. The area was already moist with her fervent love oils and his finger soon collected enough of the musky lubricant to slip easily into her asshole.

"Owww! I can't stand it!" she howled deliriously. "Ooohh, baby, fuck my cunt! Unngghh, fuck my asshole! Agghh! You're making me come already, you horny bastard, you're making me come all over myself! Aiieee! Ooohh, do it to me, Al, give me that fucking I've been waiting for!"

Frankie found it difficult to concentrate on his driving but the memory of the black revolver snuggled into Al's belt was enough to persuade him to keep his eyes on the road as he drove through the back streets of Albuquerque and headed for an entrance to the Santa Fe Expressway. Stevie, however, had no compunctions about watching the uninhibited couple and turned to watch with eager eyes. He rubbed his stiffening prick through his trousers, then opened them and began caressing his cock as Jean shrieked and moaned.

"Shit, listen to her squall!" he muttered, peeling the foreskin off his cock and beginning to jerk off in earnest. "Man, a cunt like that, it's almost enough to make a guy give up fucking tender little assholes!"


CHAPTER TWO

Had Lew Martin risen an hour earlier that same morning, he might have seen Jean's old sedan drive down the lonely street leading to the expressway's interchange. As it was, he saw only his flagstoned patio, a broad expanse of grassy lawn (kept grassy by the expenditure of more water than he liked to think about) and the beginnings of another beautiful summer day. He turned back from the window and looked over at the second bed where Ellen lay sleeping.

His wife of twenty-one years lay on her side, a sheet pulled over her body to keep off the night's cool. Lew found himself being attracted to the smoothly rising hip outlined under the sheet and briefly contemplated waking her. Then he remembered the elegant grace of Erica Blyden, the young girl's lean but athletic body, and her promise to allow him full enjoyment of that high-breasted, insatiable body for the next three days. He turned away from his wife and went into the bathroom where he shaved and showered quickly.

Jim, their seventeen-year-old son, was already up when Lew went into the kitchen for his glass of orange juice before leaving for the office. He was a tall, handsome kid just like his father, so everyone said and he was already stoking the insatiable appetite which promised to make him even bigger than Lew's well-distributed two hundred pounds.

"Morning, tiger," Lew said. "I see I'm going to have to get up early to beat you to the breakfast table!"

"Growing boy need food," Jim grunted, trying to scowl Indian style. "White man starve Indian boy!"

"You tell 'em, Tonto," Lew said with a laugh.

"Got a trip?" Jim asked, noticing the suitcase which Lew had quietly packed and brought downstairs with him.

"I expect so," Lew said. "I won't know until about eleven and if I go it'll have to be right after that. Seemed more efficient to have the bag just in case. I'll give you a call, though, and let you know. I ought to be back by Saturday, though, and then maybe we can hit the golf course."

"You've got yourself a deal," Jim said.

Lew let himself out of the house and drove off to work. He stopped at a drive-in and had himself a more substantial breakfast, though he scarcely noticed what he was eating. His mind was full of the wonder of Erica Blyden. After all, he reminded himself with more than a trace of vanity, it isn't every man who gets to lay the president of his daughter's sorority! And it isn't every man who's propositioned by a girl whom many consider the outstanding beauty of the state's largest and most elegant university. Make no mistake about it, Erica had come to him; lie hadn't chased her. Kim, his daughter, had brought Erica home for the weekend about a month before, when the university was still in session, and Lew had thought to himself that the girl had an amazingly sensual air about her. However, he hadn't thought seriously about the girl until the day he looked up and saw her coming into his office. Within twenty minutes after seating herself before his desk, they had been rolling about on the floor like a couple of college kids in heat. Erica had made it abundantly clear in that short time that she wanted him and that she did not intend to leave without having had him. The ferocity and the energy of her young body's attack had amazed Lew, filling him first with wonder and then with a passion that seemed insatiable.

Since that first time, they had met at every opportunity, mostly for quickies that seemed to whet their appetite for each other more than satisfy it. Once they had managed a night together; Lew had taken her down to El Paso on a business trip and had found it almost impossible to leave their bed in order to attend to his business. Now it seemed that he could afford to leave his thriving insurance agency in the hands of his partners for a week; half of that time was to be Erica's. She had agreed yesterday to spend three days with him at his hunting lodge north of Santa Fe; they were to leave today at noon, as soon as she delivered her mother to the hairdresser's.

Erica was making some excuse to cover up her absence; she had promised Lew that she would take care of it herself and that he was not to bother himself about it. He gathered that her parents paid little attention to her, preferring to devote themselves more to parties and the social whirl. Being one of the richer families of the southwest, they could easily afford this.

"All you have to do," Erica had told him, "is to be waiting at the parking lot outside that little shopping center at twelve noon. I'll be there and then, my love, we'll be off for three solid days of sex and sun and sin!"

Lew tried to analyze his feelings for the girl as he sat at his desk that morning, waiting for the hours to roll by and they could leave. Was it just pure lust that kept the girl so vivid in his mind? He frankly doubted this; Ellen herself was no prude, far from it, and he had had some overnight adventures in the last five years with girls who were as hungry and demanding and skilled as Erica. No, it seemed more likely that it was a combination of her natural beauty, her youth, her superb body, her depraved tastes, her breadth of knowledge concerning erotic movements and phrases, and her background that fascinated him.

Despite having lived on intimate terms with the high and the mighty for fifteen years, Lew still found it difficult to accept that these well-bred, impeccably educated women could summon up the lewd tastes and coarse, earthy language which many of them delighted in showing off. Of course, Erica was easily a match for any of them in these areas and their superior in others.

That very first time, for example, when they had completed their first frantic coupling and lay sprawled on the floor, panting and gasping for air: Erica had lifted her skirt, like any common whore, and had pushed the crotch of her panties aside for him; he had merely unzipped his fly and bared his lust-swollen prick.

"I don't know why it is," she had said as they lay still, "but it's the wildest thing, getting screwed like this clothes still on, even with my panties on. God, it just turns me on all over, doing it like this!"

She shortly demonstrated the truth of her claim by arousing him again and then taking him while standing up. She displayed no reluctance whatever in mouthing his prick after he had taken it out of her wet, hot, love grip; she had smiled lewdly at her success in bringing it back to a glowing, vibrant stiffness.

"I don't know why it is," she had said with a glow in her eyes as she pulled off her panties and approached him as he leaned against his desk, "but men just seem to spring to life when you suck them after they've been balls deep in you! God, I love sucking a wet, juicy prick, one covered with come and cunt and all that groovy stuff!"

But she also loved fitting her lithe, supple body around them and in the following weeks she had Capitalized upon a breathtaking variety of unusual situations for lovemaking. Lew had found her instantly provoked desire impossible to resist and had given in to all of her whims. After agreeing to spend three days with him at the remote lodge, she had promised that she would introduce him to a few flourishes which they had not yet had time to employ.

"Nothing special," she had said with that soft, knowing laughter which made Lew's prick rise up quickly, "just a few little tricks I've been wanting to try on with you. No, darling, I will not tell you what they are you'll have to wait until we get there. Then I'll show you... yes, you long-dicked stallion, I'll show you everything!"

Eleven o'clock came and with it a reminder from his secretary; he had asked the girl to be sure and make him call his home. He lifted the phone, dialed his number and waited.

"Ellen? Lew. Look, honey, those guys want me to come up to Santa Fe and check over some papers with them," he said, making his voice sound just properly regretful. "They're going on to Kansas City from there, after we finish, and I'll probably have to go with them."

"Oh, that's too bad," Ellen said, managing not to sound especially disappointed. "When will you be back?"

"Friday night or Saturday morning," he told her. "I'll drive to Santa Fe and leave the car there."

They talked for a few more minutes before Lew broke it off and began making preparations for leaving the office. He left his final instructions with the secretaries, checked the arrangements with his partners and drove away from the office at eleven-thirty. He got to the parking lot ten minutes early and had to wait twenty; Erica could not be on time for any appointment, whatever the occasion. She drove up after Lew had chainsmoked his way through four cigarettes and parked her little sports car beside his big station wagon.

"Sorry I kept you," she apologized as she threw a little overnight bag into the rear and joined him in the front seat. "Moms was just intolerably slow. But here's a little kiss just to make up for it!"

She leaned over to him and kissed him, a long, hard kiss that found her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth as her right hand moved down into his crotch. She felt his rising excitement with her hand and squeezed it tenderly.

"Ahh, that's what I like to feel," she whispered as she leaned back. "Instant response! It's nice to know that you're interested."

"Interested?" Lew asked as he started the station wagon. "My dear, I'm strongly tempted to find us a motel right now!"

"No need for that," Erica told him. "I'm dying to see that lodge you mentioned."

"What do you mean, there's no need for it? You felt it yourself; you know that I'm ready for you!"

Erica kicked off her shoes and was busy peeling down her panty hose and the brief bikini-styled panties she usually wore; she paid utterly no attention to the passing traffic.

"There's no need for a motel," she told him, her eyes darting mischievous glances at him as she threw her panties and hose into the back seat. "That's what I mean, darling. As soon as we get out onto the open road, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to give you a blow job at high speed! Do you think you can control the car while you're shooting your hot come in my mouth? I'd do it right now but I'm afraid you're too proper to allow it right here in the middle of the city!"

Lew's heart turned flip-flops when he heard this daring proposal. It was just the sort of thing he had come to expect from the girl; she continually amazed him with her bizarre proposals for erotic practices. He knew that making love in unusual places and in odd ways excited her far more than just cuddling up together in a secluded, private bedroom; he found her strange desires altogether enchanting.

"I've never had it done while I was driving," he confessed, "but I think I'd like to try! And yes, I suppose I can control the car; at least I'm willing to find out."

"Good, that's the kind of talk I like to hear," she purred. "And now, if you don't mind, I think I'll have a little fun with myself. God, I've been so fucking hot, so prick-licking horny all morning! I woke up wanting a fuck and it's gotten worse ever since, really! All I could think of when I was eating breakfast was how much I'd love to have a cuntful of that big, educated cock of yours! Of course, I had a banana on my cereal; that certainly didn't help divert my mind from the groovy things of life either. And then I had to spend so much time around Moms, and couldn't get away to do myself properly, so I'm really in a bad way."

Lew sneaked a glance over at her. She had taken up a position in the corner of the front seat, turning so that she half faced him with her left knee thrown up onto the seat. The ultra-short hem of her violently colored silk minidress had slipped far up her slender thighs, barely covering the small, honey-brown bush of hair crowning her lovemound and he saw that she was digging the heel of her left foot into the scarlet lips of her sex as she used both index fingers to squeeze her extra prominent clitoris. He well knew the size and the sensitivity of that prominent knob; she had displayed its special qualities the second time they had met to make love and in fact had fucked herself into his mouth, working the inch-long projection back and forth in his lips as she purred out a stream of obscene oaths and vulgar phrases praising his oral ability.

"This won't really take the place of feeling you ram that overgrown carrot you call a prick into me," she murmured, "but it'll be better than nothing. I tried doing it once like this with a riding spur of my boot; one of those little English spurs, you know? Nothing, just nothing! It had a lot of stiffness but it was much too cold, and impersonal to satisfy my needs! Darling, I can guarantee you this: by the time we get to that lodge, I'm going to have the wettest, hottest, juiciest, rankest pussy you ever had in all your life! Do you think you'd like to eat me, after I've been dripping cunt all day? Would it appeal to you more, being messy and crusted over with dried pussy drip? Or would you rather I washed it off first?"

"I'll take you just the way you are," Lew muttered, struggling to keep both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. "Wouldn't you like it better that way?"

"Yes, that's far more exciting," Erica muttered, choking off the last words with a little gasp and beginning to move her hips rhythmically on the seat, frigging herself into her heel and her fingers. "Ah, darling, I'm almost ready, I'm almost there! Go, it's quick this time; I'm so turned on I feel like a gigantic sex machine! Ahh, there it is; I feel it now; I'm starting to come; I'm dripping come all over my fingers; I've got it now! Aiieee!! OOOOOHHH!"

Despite the violence of her climax, which he could measure by the intensity of her voice, Lew saw that her face remained absolutely placed and calm. Anyone watching from another car and people were flashing by them continually could not have told that the girl was even then in the throes of a sensual orgasm which few women could ever hope to match. Lew found it a source of amazement, that the girl could derive so much pleasure from masturbating in such public surroundings. At first, he had been offended and shocked by her frankness in such matters but then he had to admit that he found it extra exciting to be in the car with her when she administered first aid to her flagrantly exaggerated sexual needs.

"Was it good?" he asked, knowing that she liked to talk about her enjoyment of sex.

"Was it ever! Darling, just having you here makes it far better than it could ever be by myself," she replied, stretching her left leg out to relax the pressure on her thigh but keeping her fingers between her legs, under the abbreviated bottom of her dress. "I just came all over myself, that's all. Here, have a taste and see for yourself!"

She extended her left index finger to him, guiding the shiny wet digit up to his mouth. Lew sniffed of the finger, inhaling the fragrant aroma of her overheated body, and then tasted the honeyed oils of her climax sent his brain reeling with desire.

"Ah, it makes you want to settle down for a little snack, does it?" she asked, correctly interpreting his reaction. "Darling, I'd like nothing better than to have you pull over and just eat my pussy for hours but if we did that we'd never get to where we're going, would we? But I'll tell you what it looks like the traffic's thinning out, so if you're sure you're ready for it, I'd just love to go down on that big cock of yours! It's been three whole days since I've tasted a man's come, do you realize that? And then it was that drippy Ralph Rogers; he's such a weenie butt! But I'll have to admit, he's really hung! Not in the same league with you, darling, but for a kid he's not bad at all!"

Les's blood boiled at that, as she knew it would; she made no pretense of being faithful to him and in fact talked freely of her adventures with the young men who kept the front door of her father's mansion busy. Lew hated to hear her talk of these young men, even though he knew that her chatter made him all the more anxious to be deep inside her.

"I'll just slide over a little and get it out for myself," she murmured, casting a glance out the rear of the station wagon and checking the degree of their privacy. "Yes, no one in sight for simply hundreds of yards! Ah, the zipper first; then into the shorts thank God you don't wear those dreadful briefs-they're just impossible to get into! Ahh, there's my prize, my pride and joy, all ten inches of him and so hard, so hot!

Darling, one would think you'd been excited by something! Yes, my love, I'll do it to you, I'll suck that cock of yours until your big, hairy balls spew out every ounce of their sperm into my mouth and I'll drink it, yes I will, because it's good for me; that good hot cream makes Erica a horny little bitch, doesn't it? God, I'm so glad you're not circumcised, darling; that silly Ralph was and I didn't get the fun of skinning the head back for him. Ahh, there's nothing so sexy as pressing down, ever so slowly, and watching that skin stretch and roll back, slowly, slowly, girl, don't do it too quick, make it last! Ahh, there's the little peehole, just a perfect little slit, and now comes the head, just like a big overgrown turnip, all red and angry-looking because he can't get inside Erica's hot pussy!"

Lew fidgeted nervously as she plied her magic on him, crooning a litany of lust as she teased him and played with his mammoth penis. He found it difficult not to compare her with Ellen, his wife, and especially with Kim, his daughter. Ellen readily exchanged oral caresses with him, though not with the wholehearted, abandoned zeal that Erica showed so easily. And certainly not in their car as they were proceeding down an expressway at sixty miles an hour! But what of Kim? She was about the same age as Erica, a member of the same sorority and apparently good friends with the girl; did Kim also engage in this lustful play? Did she give herself as freely and readily as Erica? Did she go out of her way to seek sexual excitement in the most bizarre surroundings?

Erica had never mentioned Kim to Lew and he had never asked about his daughter; perhaps he feared what the answer might be. Nevertheless he could not help wondering if Erica was really a special case, or was the entire college age generation as sex-crazed as she?

"Now it's bare and naked," Erica murmured, continuing to play her delightful little games with Lew's bulging prick. "Ahh, what a cuntful of cock that is! Cock, darling, isn't it a magic word? It has an excitement all its own, I think. But long John here, he's still looking sad and depressed. Yes, I'm sure he's angry because he knows that his master's going to be proper and sensible and he'll have to wait until tonight before he can burrow up inside my hot cunt! I know what I'll do, I'll just give him a little taste now; maybe that will make him happier!"

Erica giggled with delight at her newly conceived project and proceeded to anoint the head of Lew's prick with her own lascivious oils, transferring the sensual juices by means of her fingers and spreading the rich, womanly musk over the naked head.

"There, look and you'll see," Erica said to Lew, her voice tense and quivering with suppressed excitement. "Now it's shining with my cunt! Does it feel different to you?"

"I think he'd rather have the real thing," Lew dryly murmured.

"I'm sure he would," Erica replied. "But maybe he'll have to be satisfied with my mouth. Ready, darling? Ahh, I'm going to suck you until you're dry, I promise you that!"

Lew moved back from the steering wheel, giving her as much room as possible and she bent over him, homing in on his upraised banner with unerring aim. Her lips closed over the big, flaring head of his cock, enclosing him in a hot, wet, tongue-darting kiss and then she drove her head down on him, farther and farther. Once again he found it surprising how much of his prick she could get inside her mouth; she had even managed once to take the entire length of his prick and had claimed afterward that she only regretted her inability to get his balls into her mouth as well.

Her preparations had lifted his passions to an extremely high peak; this, and the way her tongue wrapped around the shaft of his prick, almost forcing the sperm out of his sack, sufficed to bring him to a very quick but amazingly full orgasm. She groaned, a savage cry of lusty gloating, when she felt his prick begin to swell and throb madly; her fingers frigged him frantically as she sought to increase the strength and fervor of his response to her lewdest efforts. Again and again his prick spurted, shooting great jets of smoking semen into her mouth, and she kept her word; she removed her mouth only when the last droplet of sperm had been extracted from his prick. She lifted her face up and tears of excitement glistened in her almond-shaped blue eyes.

"Wonderful!" she whispered, licking her lips with satisfaction. "Now a kiss to finish it!"

She had not completely swallowed the discharge and Lew could taste a foreign substance in her mouth; a bittersweet cream that he identified as his own semen. Then realizing that he was tasting his own ejaculation slightly sickened him at first but then the joy of tasting it in Erica's depraved mouth overwhelmed the repugnance.

"Ah, it doesn't taste so bad after all, does it?" she whispered, watching him closely. "Tonight perhaps I'll introduce you to the best kind of French loving doing it after we've fucked! You've never done that, have you? Eaten your own come out of a pussy you've just screwed into a mad, raging froth? Ahh, tonight, my love, maybe we'll see just how exciting pussy-licking and cocksucking can really be!"


CHAPTER THREE

Frankie was driving when he noticed the water temperature indicator suddenly shoot up; the needle swung rapidly to the right and knocked against the peg, indicating maximum temperature. He immediately eased the car off the road and parked on the shoulder. "Hey, what the hell's going on?" Al asked from the back seat, where he was still astride Jean and fucking madly. "C'mon, baby we got to make tracks outta this place!"

"Man, there's something wrong with the radiator," Frankie explained. "Look at the gauge there!"

"Shit, I thought you said you got a good car!" Al complained to Jean. "And now here we are stuck off in the ass-end of nowhere!"

"Baby, the guy said it was a honey," Jean protested, still working her frothy pussy against the man's big prick. "Hell, I even had this other guy check it out!"

"Okay, okay, so we got to get out and see what's wrong," Al muttered.

He ordered Frankie and Stevie to remain in place while he examined the car. He pulled his trousers up, stuffing his massive cock back into them with regret, and got out. A quick look under the hood showed him what the problem was.

"Shit, you must have run over a rock somewhere back there," he said to Frankie. "Looks like a rock got throwed up and busted the water hose. We're stuck, no way around it."

That diagnosis brought groans of dismay from his friends. They were about forty miles north of Santa Fe, Frankie estimated, and miles beyond the last filling station they had seen.

"Christ, no telling where there might be another one," Al muttered glumly. "Or a garage or anything. I don't see nothing nowhere, not nothing that looks like a garage, anyway."

"Yeah, this is pretty remote," Stevie agreed.

Al looked back toward Santa Fe. They could see the narrow ribbon of highway Stretching far off into the distance. He noticed a moving speck at the far end of that ribbon and quickly got back into the car.

"Look, honey, get your skirt pulled down and stand out by the hood," he muttered to Jean. "There's a car or something coming; maybe you can get it to stop and we'll be able to get a lift or something. C'mon, get out there!"

Al, Stevie and Frankie lowered themselves in the seats so that they would not be visible to a passerby; Jean quickly arranged her clothing and got out to stand beside the uplifted hood. Her hair was tousled but that would be normal, considering the steady wind blowing from the south, and no one would be able to see the steady trickle of sperm the mingled juices from Al's fuck, together with the creamy spunk that Stevie and Frankie had shot up her when they had had their turn with her in the back seat from her cunt until it was too late. By the time any passerby got that close, she told herself, they would be close enough for Al to pop up from his place in the back seat and take over control of the situation.

Lew Martin it was he who approached lifted his foot off the accelerator when he saw the parked car and the uplifted hood. Erica saw nothing; she had her right hand clasped over her pussy and was manipulating her slit madly as she sought to bring herself to yet another climax. Lew's prick hung limply from his opened fly: she had already sucked the life from it just outside Santa Fe but still wanted more of that heady, breathless emotion.

"Huh? What's up?" she asked when she sensed that they were slowing down.

"Car stalled up there," Lew said. "I guess we ought to see if we can help; we're a long way from nowhere out here."

"Christ, a woman!" Erica muttered. "More pussy! Yeah, let's get it on with her; I'd like to give that a try!"

"Oh, we'll just see if there's something we can do and then go on," Lew told her. "She probably wouldn't be interested in much more than a helping hand anyway."

He was disturbed by the serious tone in which Erica had spoken, though he did not show it; she had seemed to be in earnest in her proposal. Lew pulled to a stop in front of the stalled car.

"It's a guy and a chick," Jean called out in a low tone, just loud enough for Al to hear. "Local types, looks like maybe on a vacation."

"Okay, I'll get 'em in a minute," Al replied from the back seat.

Lew got out of his car, after zipping his fly, and came toward Jean.

"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.

"Something wrong with the radiator," Jean said. "The temperature went 'way up all of a sudden."

"Let's take a look," Lew said, leaning over the radiator and peering down.

At that moment Al opened the rear door of the sedan and stepped out. He held his pistol at his side, low but ready for action, and easily took Lew by surprise.

"Hey, what's going on?" Lew exclaimed. "What's the meaning of all this?"

"Like the chick said, it's hot stuff in the radiator," Al muttered. "Quick, baby, go check out that other broad. Stevie! Frankie! Get outta there and get packed up in this other car! Lock the doors and take the key; we might be able to get back and pick it up."

Al hustled Lew toward the station wagon. Jean had already gone to it and opened the front door; Erica sat quietly and watched with interest.

"Hey, what the hell is this?" Erica cried out when she noticed the pistol in Al's hand. "What's the idea of all the guns?"

She leaped out of the front seat and came toward them, eyes flashing angrily; Al responded by shifting his pistol to his left hand and sinking his right fist into her stomach. Lew's eyes narrowed and he took a step toward Al; the pistol swung up and centered on his breastbone.

"Don't try it, white ass, or you'll end up dead!" Al muttered. "She was asking for it and I ain't taking no shit from no white broad. Now get your ass 'n hers too into that back seat and don't fart around about it! Stevie, you get in the back there, behind them. Frankie, you drive me'n Jean'll sit up front."

They quickly arranged themselves as Al had directed. Lew was all too aware of Stevie's presence behind him, and of the small but deadly-looking pistol in the man's hand. He sat beside Erica and tried to imagine how he had gotten himself into so ticklish a situation. Erica had been doubled over with pain and nausea from the blow she had taken but she began coming around and soon sat up.

"Wh-what's happening?" she asked.

"I don't know," Lew said. "But it looks as though we're being kidnapped."

"If our radiator hadn't busted we wouldn't have needed you at all," Al said to them. "Frankie, take this thing on down the road but don't break no speed limits. If you see a filling station in the next five or ten miles, stop and we'll see about getting us another radiator hose. No sense in not taking that car too if we can make it run. And you, buddy, pass over your billfold."

Lew produced his wallet and handed it to the man without comment. Al looked at the identification cards, reading the information aloud.

Jean noticed Erica's bag lying on the floor and she picked it up. She extracted the girl's wallet and found her driver's license.

"Erica Blyden," she read. "And he's Lewis Martin? Hey, what have you two got going, huh? Off for a little fun and games?"

Lew's face reddened but Erica only sniffed proudly. Jean chortled at her discovery and nudged Al with her elbow.

"Yeah, the old guy's got himself a young piece and he's off to bang her for a while," she chuckled.

"Well, he's got pretty good taste," Al commented. "She looks like she might know what to do with a cock! Okay, buddy, where were you taking the chick? What was the program?"

"I've got a lodge up in the mountains about twenty miles from here," Lew said.

"How long were you going to be gone?"

"Till the weekend."

"Where's this lodge?"

"About ten miles more on this road, then swing back to the right on an unpaved road. It's about ten miles up from the turnoff."

"Hey, sounds like a nice place to settle down for a while and let the heat cool down," Jean muttered.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too," Al agreed. "Okay, Frankie, roll it on and if we don't find a garage or something before we get to that turnoff, take it to the right!"

There was a service station at the turnoff, however. Frankie got out to investigate and found that he could purchase a replacement radiator hose. He bought it, adding a five-gallon can to the hose, and had the attendant fill the can with water. Al and Stevie kept their pistols out of sight during the transaction but Lew knew that any attempt to signal their distress would bring a quick and fierce retribution. He and Erica docilely kept their places and waited while Frankie brought the filled can and the radiator hose back to the station wagon. He then got behind the wheel and drove away.

Frankie drove back to the parked car, seeing no one along the way, and together with Al's help soon had the radiator repaired. They added the water brought from the service station and threw the empty can into the trunk.

"You get in that car with Stevie," Al ordered Lew, "and lead the way. We'll follow in the station wagon. You just make sure that you lead the way and don't cause no trouble that's the best way to make sure that nothing happens to your honey here. She'll be safe with us as long as everything goes all right. But if there's some trouble, she'll be the one to get the first bullet and don't you forget it!"

"I'll remember," Lew said, exchanging a soulful look with the girl as Stevie led him away to the other car. "There won't be any trouble from me."

He seated himself behind the steering wheel of the car Jean had bought. Stevie took a seat beside him, holding the lethal-looking pistol easily in his lap. Lew started the engine and drove off with Frankie falling in behind with the station wagon. Jean sat in the back seat, beside Erica; Al and Frankie shared the front seat.

"How long you been screwing that guy?" Jean asked as they pulled away.

"Not long, a few months," Erica said after looking curiously at the woman. "What kind of game are you people playing, anyway?"

"Me 'n my pals, we busted out of the Albuquerque coop," Al said. "My chick here had a car and some guns waiting for us. We're on our way out of this country, or we were till we screwed up back there."

"And now what?" Erica continued, bold as brass and not at all cowed by the fierce determination showing on her captors' faces. "You're actually going to hold us in that lodge?"

"Might as well," Al said with a casual shrug. "Sounds like a good place to hole up for a while."

"Your boyfriend," Jean said. "He got a wife?"

"Sure."

"Kids?"

"Uh, there's a son and a daughter," Erica Said. "Kim, she's the daughter, she's at the university with me."

"And you're screwing your buddy's old man?" Jean asked in surprise. "Say, that's pretty cool, that is! He a pretty good lay?"

"So-so. He's a little hung up and straight but I was thinking that I might be able to get him out of some of that while we were in the mountains," Erica said. "He seems to want to swing pretty loose but he doesn't know how."

"Yeah, I guess you could show him a few things in that line," Jean guessed.

"Probably I could," the girl agreed with no show of emotion. "Christ, he thinks it's a big deal to be out screwing around on his wife!"

"Why'd you pick on him?" Jean asked. "I mean, an old guy like that, he probably couldn't get it up enough to do a hot-assed chick like you any good!" She snickered at the idea.

"Don't kid yourself," Erica cautioned. "He's only about forty, I guess, and he can still keep it stiff pretty good. And what the hell, if it goes down then I get to bring him up again and I sort of like that anyway. Besides, I get an extra little kick out of balling one of my friend's old man!"

"You're something else, you know that?" Jean muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "I've had cops tell me I was a piece of shit, just because I liked making it with a black guy, like Al there, but you're really out of sight!"

"Cops, what do they know about fun?" Erica scoffed. "The ones I've seen, they're so hung up with knocking heads and saluting the flag and all that crap, they wouldn't know what to do with a good, hot piece if it were laid in front of them! Why, I know this guy at the university; he's done some research on cops and you know something? He says that way over half of those eats think it's wrong to eat a girl's twat!"

"Huh, that dude's onto some heavy stuff," Al grunted. "But you're right, girl; cops is a lot more interested in busting heads than eating cunt!"

Jean lapsed into silence and they hurtled over the highway. She had caught several of the carefully appraising glances which Erica had directed at Frankie and Al; these, together with the girl's casual description of her sexual preferences and the offhanded way she referred to Lew, suggested that the girl might be interesting in more than one way. She said nothing until they had turned off the highway and had driven several miles along the dirt road.

"Turn your dress up," she said suddenly. When Erica looked over, not comprehending the request, she repeated it. Erica then smiled and slowly grasped the bottom of the short dress, which had come far up her thighs. She lifted the material and folded it back neatly. Jean peered down, then nodded complacently. "Yeah, I thought I smelled pussy when I first got in the car," she said. "What were you two doing? Making it while you were on the road?"

"In a way," the girl said, still showing no concern whatever. "I gave him a blow job on the way out from Albuquerque. He seemed to dig that pretty well, and it got me turned on like nothing you ever saw, so I was giving myself a little hand job when we stopped to see about you. It sort of adds to the fun, making it out on the highway like that. And he likes to see me fingerfuck, so I thought it might get him worked up enough to want me to eat him again. It shook him up a little, me going after it out in the open like that."

"Yeah, I guess it would," Jean agreed. "You sort of like to tease a guy along, huh? Is that your game?"

"What's the harm to that? As long as they get worked up enough to deliver the goods, that's what it's all about, isn't it?"

"Baby, you are out of sight!" Al said with a hearty chuckle. "You know, I got a feeling this stay at the cabin might turn into some kind of fuckfest!"

"It doesn't matter to me," Erica said. "I've never yet had all the prick I wanted: it might be that you guys can help out!"

"What about making it with girls?" Jean asked. "I can see you're hot to trot with the guys; what about having a girl eat your pussy out? Or maybe you'd rather go down on another chick?"

"I never got it on with a chick," Erica admitted. "There was a chick in the sorority house at school who acted like she wanted to make it with me but I don't know, it never seemed to work out. And I didn't go for her much anyway I don't think I'd ever have liked eating her." Jean smiled and ended the conversation there. They followed Lew up the road, which became progressively bumpier, until finally they turned off and went up an even narrower, rougher track. After a mile of that they came out into a broad clearing. The lodge lay immediately to the left and fronted on the clearing; the Sangre de Cristo mountains rose high to the north and east. Lew drove up and parked; the station wagon followed close behind.

"Pretty nice," Al remarked as he got out of the car. "Let's go inside and check it out."

Lew opened the lodge and stood beside Erica while Stevie and Frankie gave the place a thorough search. When they returned and reported to Al that they had found no guns and only two other exits, he nodded his approval.

"You, off with your shoes," he said to Lew. "And you too, honey I figure you won't be as likely to run off if you're barefooted!"

He had Frankie take their shoes out to the car and lock them in the trunk. Jean went into the kitchen part of the main room the lodge was really one giant room with small sleeping cubicles partitioned at either end and began whipping up a quick meal. She enjoyed cooking and took full advantage of the large supply of food she found in the cupboards.

Lew and Erica were detailed to wash up after the meal. Al, Stevie, and Frankie held a huddled conference at the opposite end of the room as they worked; Jean supervised their washup operation in silence. After they had completed their chore and looked around for instructions, Jean smiled and instructed them to remove their clothing.

"Huh?" Lew asked, gaping incredulously. "You mean ..'. strip?"

"Yeah, everything, right down to the skin," Jean said.

Lew darted a nervous look over at Erica, who showed no emotion at all, and over to the men, who paid no attention to them. Erica began unfastening the front of her dress and slipped out of it; she never wore a bra and today had no panties on. Lew shrugged, recognizing the impossibility of defying the girl, and began getting out of his suit. Erica stood beside him, stark naked, and exchanged cool looks with Jean.

"Yeah, you're all right," Jean said, eyeing the girl's provocatively shaped breasts and measuring the long, lithe lines of her thighs and hips. "I can see why he might go for you."

Erica's breasts were small but exceedingly firm cones of ivory-hued flesh. At least half the cone was given over to the nipple, a strawberry shaped projectile, and to the large, dark ring circling it. Her belly was flat and tapered down to a very prominent lovemound. A thin patch of dark brown hair covered the mound.

"Yeah, and the old guy's pretty well preserved," Jean continued, switching her attention to Lew. "I've seen some young guys that weren't built that well. What are you, some kind of physical fitness freak?"

Lew did not answer, though he felt a momentary, small glow of pride at hearing the girl's words. He had never had a weight problem and a steady regimen of tennis, golf, and handball had kept him in excellent physical condition. He hesitated a moment before removing his briefs but Jean motioned with her head and he reluctantly stripped them off as well. Her eyes widened when he tossed the briefs aside and stood before her, giving her a full view of his prick.

"And he's hung pretty well too," Erica said with a slight smile. "You won't find nine inches of cock on just every guy wandering around!"

"Nine inches?" Jean asked, directing a skeptical eye toward the length of limp prick hanging from Lew's loins.

"Sure, he's got it," Erica said. "Once it gets stiff it's a monster!"

"Let's see," Jean said. "C'mon, honey, work him up to a hardon!"

Lew gasped and protested but the girl's stony face told him that his own feelings counted to nothing. Erica seemed only too willing to oblige the perverted request; she came over to him and stood in front of him, rubbing the tips of her nipples over his chest and taking his cock in her right hand. She fondled the limp tool with genuine, obvious relish, taking the head between her thumb and forefinger and easing the skin back to expose the pink, spade-shaped tip. She worked slowly and skillfully; a childhood playmate had taught her to masturbate him when they were thirteen and she had devoted all her intelligence and imagination, which were considerable, to perfecting the art of fondling a cock.

"We might as well humor her," she said to Lew as she pressed the foreskin back and forth and rubbed the head of his prick over the lips of her pussy. "They've got all the guns, darling; we're like nothing to them."

"Too true," Jean grunted. "Al and them other guys, they never wasted nobody that I know of, but Al ain't going to do no more prison time. If it comes down to the crunch, he's going out shooting and it won't hurt any more if he has to take you with him!"

"Hey, what the hell's going on over there?" Al asked, looking up and seeing the naked pair. "Sheee-itt, she's got that pair to balling already!"

Stevie and Frankie whirled around to look, then followed Al over to join Jean. They whistled loud appreciation of Erica's naked loveliness and made ribald remarks as she continued to fondle Lew's prick. In particular they commented on his failure to achieve an instant erection and taunted him for being too old to take advantage of the situation.

"Oh, shut up, you assholes," Jean told them. "The guy's probably all shook up about it; I bet he never made it in front of a bunch of people before. He ain't used to an audience, probably."

"Maybe we ought to set him a good example, huh, honey?" Al suggested in a soft, knowing tone.

Jean looked at him, divined the purpose behind his words and nodded excitedly. She quickly undressed and waited while Al pulled off his clothing. Stevie and Frankie giggled lewdly and sat back to watch. Al's prick hung down limply, like Lew's, but Jean dropped to her knees in front of him and began mouthing the black shaft with a hungry, zealous care. Al wasted no time in responding to her oral caresses; his cock came up quickly and soon had assumed its full shape. While he was a couple inches short of the nine which Erica had claimed for Lew, his tool had a prodigious thickness; it must have been as broad as three of Les's fingers. Erica's eyes narrowed as she saw the massive tool swell in Jean's mouth and swing up to the horizontal.

"This little honey of mine, she just don't never get tired of pricks," Al said to the watching couple. "I done balled her three times on the road from Albuquerque and Stevie and Frankie, they got in their licks too!"

Erica shuddered at that; something about his remark had touched her very profoundly. Lew felt her quick physical reaction but thought nothing about it. She watched Jean suck the man's prick to a fine cockstand and pressed herself against Lew even more passionately. In spite of the disgust which he told himself he ought to be feeling, Lew could not prevent his prick from twitching with life and growing warmer; the sight of Jean sucking the man with such undisguised pleasure worked upon obscure corners of his mind and produced reactions which he would have preferred leaving dormant.

"Haw, he ain't so stuck-up after all," Frankie commented. "When he sees Jean eating a prick that old fid cornea right up! Ck>me on, girlie, get him hard! Go down on him! Get yourself a mouthful of cock; let's see if your mouth's as good as Jean's!"

Erica hardly needed encouragement. She quickly dropped to her knees. Pressing the skin back on Lew's cock, she made the head stand up in all its proud glory and then covered that tip, now dark and flushed with passion, with her lips. She ran her mouth far down the shaft of his prick and curled her tongue over the warm, living flesh. Lew tried to suppress a groan of delight, failed, and then shoved forward.

"Yeah, that's the way," Stevie congratulated him. "Shove it down her fucking throat! She's the sort of bitch that loves to get fucked in the mouth; I can tell that from here!"

Jean darted a look out of the corner of her eye and noted that Erica had succeeded: a good handful of hard prick projected from her lips and it appeared that she had more than a mouthful of the same organ. Turning back to Al, she forced her mouth as far down over his cock as she could. The massive head of his rod nudged into her throat; the taste of dried, stale come, mixed together with the cunty oils she had applied to him earlier in the day, invaded her taste buds and sent more shivers of pleasure through her body. She continued to suck him for another minute and then fell back onto the floor, spreading her thighs wide as she did so.

"Jesus, I'm hot again!" she muttered. "Get on me, baby, let me feel it up my cunt!"

Lew looked down. Hating himself for his pruriency, he watched Al get over the girl and fit the head of his prick into her pussy's lips. The sigh of delight which she uttered when she felt the hot, thick tip of the tool penetrate her flesh struck directly at his own sensuality and inflamed him with a desire to shove his own prick into Erica's hungry, hot-lipped cunt. The girl watched too and experienced a complementary desire.

"Mmmm, it's making me want it so!" she whispered, spreading her legs and stuffing his cock between her thighs so that it rubbed firmly against her slit. "Ooohh, get on me, Lew, get on me and fuck me out of my mind!"

Normally a sober, restrained model of upper middle-class respectability, Lew found himself trembling with eagerness to do her bidding. His balls felt enormous and his prick twitched spasmodically against the girl's pussy. When she pressed forward against him, the tool slipped through the cheeks of her ass; she was so excited that her cunt had already churned out a generous supply of passionately heated lubricant, coating the tops of her thighs with the clear, musky substance. He pressed against her and rubbed back and forth.

"Come on, I'm dying for it!" Erica moaned.

She fell back onto the floor and Lew found himself following her into a prone position. She seized the shaft of his prick and guided it into place, rubbing it along the lips of her pussy and forcing it between them. The juicy crevice parted readily to admit his rod and it nestled comfortably into the mouth of her cunt. Her heels came up and locked together just behind his ass; she clasped her hands together behind his neck and began rocking her rump to and fro beneath him.

"Agghh!" she cried out as he leaned against her and shoved the head of his prick into the taut, ultrasensitive rim of her cunt. "It's in; it's in my cunt! Ugghh! Now you're fucking me, Lew, now you're fucking my cunt! Omigod, you're so big, so fucking big, you're stretching my cunt! Agghh! Do it harder, harder! Deeper! Ooohh, fuck me deeper, damn you; I want to feel it all the way in! Get your balls up against my asshole!"

Stevie and Frankie looked at each other in surprise. They were startled to hear the young girl's command of their favorite vulgarities. The sight of her offering her lithe, tender body to the man inflamed them with desire and brought a hot, glittering intensity to their eyes. Erica threw her head back and grunted out a steady stream of obscenities as Lew shoved his prick deeper and began pistoning in and out of her flesh.

Al and Jean were lost in their own world of hot, quivering sensuality. The man's extra-thick cock spread her cunt to the utmost but it was the sort of sensation which most deeply affected her. She lifted her legs higher around this bulky, squat body, pulled his face down to one of her big breasts and twisted her rump around his skewering prick.

"Ooohh, fuck!" she chanted softly as he forced more and more of the broad-shafted rod into her flesh. "Fuck it, baby, fuck it for me! I ain't had enough cock in months, honey; I need all of it!"


CHAPTER FOUR

Ellen Martin lay flat on her back and fingered her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion. She used the index finger of her right hand and pressed the finger back and forth the deep furrow running between the lips of her slit; she traced and retraced a path from the mouth of her cunt up to her clitoris. Occasionally she altered the pattern and rubbed her finger over the lips themselves, or pressed hard on the small amount of skin between the mouth of her cunt and her asshole; very occasionally, she would shove the finger deep into her cunt. Mostly, however, she found it better simply to move her finger along the crevice between her cunt's mouth and her clitoris that kept her sensuality at a low boil, enough to ensure that her desire would remain at a high peak but not so strongly that she would feel an irresistible urge to come.

Ellen had gone back to bed after her breakfast of toast and coffee. Jim had told her that his father had left early; she nodded at the news and continued with her skimpy breakfast. She thought idly of her husband as she ate; she had long ago accepted the probability that he mixed in a considerable amount of pleasure with his business trips. After all, he was prodigiously well equipped for sexual fun and still had a strong desire. If she wanted to ensure his continued fidelity, she well knew, she would have to accompany him on his business trips. The price was too high, she had long since decided, and she preferred to remain at home.

Even so, she was a mature woman with a full complement of sensual desires. Lew's absence sometimes worked hard upon her. On this particular morning, for example, she had awakened after a prolonged dream in which, she had been confronted with two exceptionally well-endowed young men. She had not clearly identified them, since her main interest had been directed toward the tremendous cocks jutting out from their loins, but their attitude toward her had been unmistakable. And then as she was eating her breakfast, young Jim had wandered in wearing his bathing trunks. They were cut exceptionally small, fitted skintight, and did nothing whatever to obscure the size and shape of his prick and balls. Her eye had fallen upon the massive, suggestive bulge as he had approached her and she had made the logical connections.

"Jesus, he's just like his father!" she thought as she went back to her bedroom, where she got under the sheet and casually edged her gown up around her waist. "Hung like a damned stallion! Mmm, I wonder if he's laid that Evans girl yet? A silly little snip like her, she probably wouldn't know what to do with a magnificent specimen like that!"

Ellen thus amused herself with thoughts of her young son engaged in lascivious pursuits with Pamela Evans, his current flame. She visualized him removing his clothes in front of the young blonde, imagined him taking his prick in his hands and quickly working it up to a mammoth erection. After a moment, however, she realized with a start of surprise that Pamela's face in the image had dissolved and that the watching girl had become Kim, her son's twin sister.

"What kind of thought is that?" she asked herself as she continued to rub her lively pussy with her finger. "Imagining your own son and daughter doing things like that! The very idea! Mmm, I hope for Kim's sake that she finds herself a boyfriend like Jim, at least hung the way he is; she ought to know just how marvelous it is to get a good, long cock shoved all the way up her cunt so that it seems like it's going to come out her throat!"

Ellen continued to finger her pussy, secure in the knowledge that she would not be disturbed. She and Lew had taught the children early that closed doors are not to be opened lightly, that a retreat into a closed room meant a desire for solitude. She knew that they would respect her privacy and she gave herself over to the more complete enjoyment of her own body. As her excitement mounted higher, she relaxed her inhibitions slightly. She allowed herself to think more openly of one of her favorite subjects; a mental picture of Jim, her son, masturbating. For some obscure reason which she had never bothered trying to understand, this image sent chills of delight coursing over her flesh. The sight of him kneeling and pumping his fist up and down the great shaft of his cock never failed to make her clitoris throb with a steady, relentless rhythm.

"Mmmm, he could shoot come all over this room," she thought to herself as she worked her finger up and down the juicy slit faster and faster. "With balls the size of his, and as young as he is, he could probably shoot off all over the ceiling!"

She thought back to one morning several days ago when she had gone into his room to straighten up after his departure for school. Upon pulling the bedclothes tight, she had happened to flip the top sheet back; the act had Uncovered the bottom sheet and she saw a large, wet puddle in the center of her son's bed. Naturally curious, she had felt of the wet spot and then sniffed of it. The scent had been unmistakable: it was the odor of semen!

Realizing that her son had had a wet dream had fired her loins with an incredible fire. Within seconds, she had been overcome by a fierce, unreasonable lust and had succumbed on the spot. Ellen had fallen back onto his bed, legs sprawling wide, and had fingerfucked herself to a long, gasping climax on the spot.

The memory of that discovery now had a similar effect upon her. She felt her passions gather quickly into a hard, throbbing knot of tension deep in her belly. Recognizing that the moment had arrived, she changed tactics: Ellen shoved three fingers deep into her cunt and cupped her palm over her lovemound. She clapped her left hand over her right, holding the fingers firmly in place, and brought her thighs together. She pulled upward against her pussy, bringing her palm into close contact with her clitoris; by squeezing her thighs together she forced her fingers even deeper into her cunt.

"Unngghh!" she moaned in a soft, whimpering tone. "I'm going to come; I'm fucking the come out of my own cunt!"

Ellen kept her hands firmly in place as she rolled over onto her belly. The change allowed her to grind her swollen, discolored nipples into the bed, adding immeasurably to her pleasure; she tightened her buttocks until the cheeks of her ass were hard balls of muscle and fucked hard into her fingers. Her excitement was such that she needed no more than a couple of minutes in which to reach her climax.

Sucking in a deep breath, Ellen closed her eyes and worked her pussy against her hands as fast as she could. When she felt the knot of sexual tension come unwound within her loins, bursting asunder with a sudden popping sensation, she tensed her thighs and her abdomen so as to hold her pussy even more tightly with her fingers. The climactic waves of joy poured from her cunt, inundating her fingers with sweet, musky oil. Moans of exquisite joy escaped from her lips. Again and again she pushed down with her hips until she had worked the last flutter of sexual satisfaction from her cunt. Then she slowly rolled onto her back once more, pulled her hands from between her thighs and relaxed.

After lying motionless for several minutes she got out of bed, went into the adjoining bathroom and ran herself a tubful of hot water.

Nothing would have surprised Ellen more than the sight which would have greeted her eyes had she been looking inside her daughter's bedroom at that very instant. A tall, gangling girl with long, blonde hair, Kim affected to be extremely disinterested in boys. She gave the family every reason to believe that she was interested mainly in her swimming she was already a state champion at the one hundred meters' freestyle and lived for nothing but athletic competition. She allowed her hair to hang straight down, except when in the pool, when she worked it into a tight braid and tucked it under her swimming cap; she wore mostly blue jeans and sweatshirts; she made absolutely no effort to attract the attention of young men.

There was another side to Kim Martin, however. She had first learned of her body's potentialities for sensual pleasure three years ago. Terri Kingsley, the girl who had gotten her interested in swimming, had taken her aside in the locker room after a long morning workout and had showed her how a girl could create mystifying sensations within her own body, sensations of the most incredible sharpness, sensations of longing, and how she could satisfy those longings and never break training. Terri had, in short, taught the girl how to masturbate. She had done so, of course, in the hopes that she would soon be able to lead Kim on to "more advanced techniques," as she put it; Kim had backed away in horrified disgust when Terri had proposed that they do it to each other.

Even though she had strongly rejected the girl's homosexual advances, Kim found it impossible to do without the pleasure she had learned to enjoy so much. Being possessed of a bookish turn of mind, she had breathed a hearty sigh of relief when she realized that most of the authorities represented there agreed that masturbation was in no way harmful. She had suspected as much already; three months of steady masturbating had not harmed her time in the hundred meters. In fact, she was two seconds faster than she had been when Terri had first taught her to stroke her pussy into hot, throbbing life. Kim continued the practice and now gave herself at least two orgasms each day.

A curious, imaginative girl, despite her reluctance to display those characteristics, she had experimented with a number of different styles and had made some very interesting discoveries. Among the most stimulating of those was the fact that heat had extremely marked and rapid effects upon her ability to achieve the pleasure which her body longed for.

At the moment that Ellen was working her own mature pussy against her fingers and gasping with frantic delight, Kim stood before the washbowl in her bathroom. She had a guest towel soaking in the bowl, filled almost to the brim with water so hot she could barely stand touching it. She had folded the towel into a cylindrical shape, perhaps ten inches long and two or three inches thick, and had then immersed it in the hot water. After allowing the towel to soak thoroughly, she had removed it from the water and wrung it as dry as possible. She then carried the towel over to her dressing table, where she took up a position in front of the big mirror. She was already naked and for a moment, as she waited for the towel to cool somewhat, she admired her reflection.

Kim had the small-breasted body of an athlete, the long legs and well-developed shoulders of a swimmer. A small, thin patch of golden brown fuzz covered her bony lovemound; by spreading her legs wide apart and pushing her loins forward, she could easily see the scarlet lips of her pussy. She looked at her reflection for another minute and then placed the cylinder of hot, wet towel between her thighs.

"Ahhh!" she gasped, shuddering as the hot, wet cloth touched her tenderest flesh. "God, it's killing me!"

Although the sensations were so strong as to be almost painful, Kim held the towel in place for several minutes. She pulled her' legs together, so that her thighs were holding the towel in place; a couple of inches of the cylinder projected from between her legs and reminded her of the things she had seen hanging from the bellies of her brother and father.

"Wow, I've got a cock too!" she thought with a shudder of ecstasy. "But I don't need a cock; I've got a pussy! Oooohh, some day somebody will put a cock up me right there, a big, long one! Gee, I hope he's got one like Dad has; a really long, thick one that goes on forever and ever!"

Kim had seen her father's prick on a few occasions. There was a small pond near their mountain lodge, a pond which was usually big enough for swimming, and more than once she had surprised him there. Her father usually swam naked and thus she had had an opportunity to glimpse his formidable prick. She had never seen it fully erect, though she had caught sight of Jim's tool on two different occasions when it had all the consistency, and very nearly the size, of an axe handle.

Kim knew enough, both from her reading in the marriage and hygiene manuals and from remarks dropped by her friends, to be well aware that a man's prick was designed to penetrate her cunt and bring her feelings of the most ecstatic joy. Ordinarily she would have made an attempt to investigate the matter at first hand but, since she knew no boys who suited her, she preferred to avoid contact with unsuitable candidates. Thus she was a virgin at the age of seventeen.

She was not, however, ignorant of the mechanics of sexual stimulation and satisfaction. Having learned through accident that the application of hot towels to her pussy produced longings of the most animated sort, she often used them to bring herself to a state of near euphoria. After holding the towel in place for several minutes, she had found, she needed only a few strokes of her finger to make her body convulse with shudders of savage pleasure, shudders that invariably left her weak and listless for minutes afterward.

"All right, it's time," she told herself with open anticipation. "Now you can make it happen; you can make it come!"

Tossing the towel aside, Kim again spread her legs wide. She placed a hand mirror on the bench in front of the dressing table and then straddled it. This allowed her to look down at the mirror and get an excellent, detailed close-up of her pussy, or to look into the wall mirror and watch herself as she manipulated her pussy. She loved watching herself masturbate and, when given the chance, always did it to herself in front of a mirror.

This morning was the perfect opportunity and she ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy with a slow, teasing motion that only heightened the desire gnawing away at her entrails. She knew full well how to tease herself along, how to delay the climax and to strengthen the emotions pulsing through her loins. She loved delaying the moment of release as long as possible; the longer the moment of frenzy could be put off, she had learned, the more powerfully it seized her and the more completely it squeezed every emotion from her cunt.

"Ugghh! Oooohh!" she panted softly, digging both index fingers into the rim of her cunt and pressing the opening wide. "Ahhh, fuck, you bitch, fuck your fingers!"

As the passionate excitement mounted higher within her body she naturally imagined the most exciting sight possible. Nothing had the power of exciting her like the image of a prick and she naturally thought of the two sexual organs she had seen. Kim thought of her father and brother and quivered with powerful spasms of sexual hunger. She fancied that the pricks were fully grown and were shooting come with a lavish generosity, spattering the stuff upon her own naked body. Knowing nothing of the male orgasm, she visualized a steady stream of a thin, milky fluid cascading from their cocks, inundating her with the gushing evidence of their own sexual excitement.

The sight in her mind's eye had all the power it had ever had and within seconds she felt her cunt tighten up in a convulsive burst of sexual frenzy. Kim's thumbs came together over her clitoris; she squeezed the taut, tingling nub of sensitive flesh tight and thrust forward with her hips. A long, trembling series of ecstatic shudders swept over her body and left her weak and gasping. Kim stood before the mirror for another moment or two, supporting herself against the dressing table. She then straightened up with a sigh, replaced the hand mirror on its shelf and hung the towel out to dry. After raising the plug in the washbowl and emptying it, she pulled on her robe and went back into her room. There she sprawled out on her bed and waited for the strength to flow back into her body.

They were finishing their lunch, which they had brought out onto the terrace, when Jim made the fateful suggestion. The day was brilliantly clear and they could see the Sandia range easily off to the east.

"Just look at those mountains," the youth said, gesturing with his napkin. "Hey, Mom, what if we were to go off to the lodge while Dad's gone? You know, just the three of us?"

"Wow, what a great idea!" Kim agreed. "I'm really getting fed up with training and practice; maybe a few days off would do me some good!"

Ellen allowed herself to be persuaded without much trouble. She had not been looking forward to spending the next few days in the city and, had it not been for the trouble of getting packed for the trip she would probably have suggested it herself. She agreed and they scurried Ground, getting clothes together and stuffing food supplies into a big cardboard box. They had Ellen's Mercedes loaded and were on the road within an hour after Jim had made his proposal.

Ellen tooled the powerful car over the freeway with a heavy foot and they turned off onto the graveled road leading to the lodge at about five o'clock. Stevie and Frankie had pulled their car, along with Lew's station wagon, around into the trees and thus Ellen had driven up to the lodge without realizing that it was already occupied. When she opened her door and got out she looked up to find herself being confronted by a man holding a pistol aimed straight at her stomach.

"Just take it easy, lady," the man said, "and there won't nobody get hurt. Frankie, keep 'em covered from that side!"

"I got 'em," Frankie replied; Ellen looked over to see another man stepping from around the corner of the lodge. "They ain't going nowhere!"

"What's the meaning of this?" Ellen demanded. This is private property, I'll have you know! You're trespassing!"

"Can it, lady, you don't know the half of it," Stevie told her. "Just get your stuff together and get your ass on up them stairs. We got a little welcoming party for you inside!"

"This is outrageous!" Ellen snapped, but she reached into the car for the small bag she had packed for the trip. "You haven't heard the last of this, I promise you that!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've caught that act before," Stevie said. "But this time it's going to be different. So stuff that shit back where it came from and get your ass up them stairs!"

Ellen reddened markedly, as much from shame at having her children hear such language as at being addressed so rudely, but she hurried up the steps of the lodge. Stevie followed at a safe distance; Frankie then herded Kim and Jim up the steps in front of him.


CHAPTER FIVE

"Lew!" Ellen gasped when she stepped into the big central room of the lodge. "My God in heaven, what's going on here?"

She was startled, first to see him at all, but then to see him stark naked. Staggering back, she bumped into Stevie; a vicious prod from his pistol sent her reeling forward again. Turning slightly, she saw Erica, who was also naked, of course. Both Erica and Lew were sitting on chairs brought in from the kitchen. Lew had a shocked, miserable look on his face.

"And Erica!" she blurted out again. "What is happening here?"

Ellen looked further and now saw Jean and Al, who were both naked too. Her head reeled from the successive shocks; Al's blackness was quite as surprising as his nudity but the way he was standing in front of the girl, who knelt before him and mouthed his cock, provided her with one additional shock. Jean gave one last suck to the man's thick tool and then stood up, smiling broadly.

"You must be Mrs. Martin," she said. "And these are the Martin children? My, what a nice little family! And how convenient to have you all together again! This is going to be something else, I can tell right now!"

"Lew, what's going on here?" Ellen demanded. "I... I don't understand a thing about any of this!"

"It's simple enough," Jean told her. "Your old man was off for a few days in the country with the chick there but they ran into us and we took over. We needed some place to stay for a while and this place looked as good as any. So here we are. It's just your bad luck, and his, that you decided to come up too. You might have done better to have stayed home, lady!"

Ellen looked incredulously at her husband for a moment. For a moment she could not believe what she was hearing. Lew's miserable, shamed look brought her around, however, and she grasped the situation. She felt a thick, flooding rage sweep over her body but then, paradoxically, she also felt sorry for her husband. Even though he had set out to deceive her, she knew that he had run into serious trouble, and that she was facing the same trouble; the knowledge took the edge off the fury she felt burning up inside.

The twins stood and gaped dumbly at the sight before them. Jim's eyes ran over the naked bodies of Jean and Erica and Kim found it difficult to look away from the pricks of Al and her father. Erica smiled and nodded a greeting at Kim.

"They're criminals of some kind," Lew finally managed to choke out. "I think they escaped from jail in Albuquerque. They were stopped back down the road; I stopped to see if I could help and they took over then."

"The Good Samaritan bit really helped out," Jean said. "At least for us. I don't know, maybe for you too. That'd be cool, eh? If it all ended up with you being grateful to us?"

"I know of no reason why I should be grateful to the likes of you," Ellen said with a glacial frigidity.

"Well la-de-fucking-da!" Jean exclaimed sarcastically. "All right, get your clothes off!"

"What?" Ellen gasped. "I'll do no such thing!"

"All right, Stevie'll rip 'em off your ass," Jean said with a shrug.

When the leering thug came toward her Ellen saw that the girl was deadly serious. She nodded her agreement and said that she would undress herself. She unbuttoned two of the buttons of her blouse, then turned to look at her son and daughter.

"I... I think they mean business," Kim told her. "Maybe you'd better go ahead and do it."

"Yes, I suppose I ought," Ellen conceded, and she unfastened her blouse the rest of the way.

Al and Stevie watched closely as she slipped out of the blouse and then unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. She hesitated a moment before lifting a hand to her bra; Jean motioned with her hand for her to get on with it. Ellen sighed deeply and unhooked the bra. When she slid the garment down her arms, exposing her big breasts, both Al and Stevie eyed her sharply.

Ellen's breasts were as large as Jean's and very nearly as shapely, having only the slightest suggestion of a droop. Her years of exercise and dieting had resulted in her keeping a very good figure; it was far better than any other woman's of her own age. Lew realized with a sorrowing sensation that his wife was still one of the loveliest women he had ever seen. Ellen's fingers paused at the top of her low-cut panties but then she peeled them down over her gently curving belly, pulled them down her full thighs and tossed them aside. She stood before them stark naked, amazed at how easy it was to strip in front of total strangers.

"Yeah, some kind of body you got there," Jean murmured admiringly. "Lookit the boobs, Al; ain't that a set of knockers?"

"Yeah, she's all woman," Al agreed. "Frankie, you better get them other two stripped down too. Then gather up all their clothes and throw 'em all in the back of that Mercedes. Them bags and stuff, they ought to go out there too. Leave that box of food, though; it might come in handy later on."

"You heard the man," Frankie said to the twins. "Off with the clothes!"

Kim turned to look at him but the look in his eyes convinced her that she must do exactly what he said. She sighed deeply and lifted up the hem of her sweatshirt. She paused a moment, as if she might be gathering her strength to do his bidding; actually she was savoring her own reaction to the order. Kim found that a part of her being actually shivered with anticipation at the opportunity of displaying her naked body to the men in the room, especially to her father and brother. Without stopping to analyze the meaning of her desire to show off her flesh to them in particular, she pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and tossed it aside.

"Your old lady's sure got you beat for tits," Stevie told her in a callous tone. "Nice shape but there just ain't much to 'em."

"Aw, shit, Stevie, there's more to a chick than boobs," Frankie said. "C'mon, sweetie, off with them jeans and sandals all the way, honey!"

Kim unfastened the front of her jeans and kicked off her sandals, then pulled the jeans down and stepped out of them. She then slipped out of the ultra-brief panties she had been wearing.

"Yeah, that's good stuff there," Frankie muttered. "Real good stuff!"

Kim pivoted around to face her father. He looked down at the floor after a moment but she had seen the flash of interest run over his face; the knowledge that he had looked upon her naked body stirred her in some dark, savage way. She looked over at Erica, still sitting in the chair from the kitchen; she realized then that her body was very much like Erica's. The knowledge that she was built along the same lines as her father's mistress stirred her far more deeply than the knowledge that her father had a mistress.

"You too," Jean said, motioning to Jim. "Off with the clothes!"

Jim quickly stripped. The sight of so much naked flesh had aroused him and as soon as he stepped out of the cutoff jeans he had been wearing his prick swung free and sprang out at attention. Ellen gasped and shuddered when she saw the size of the tool; it was almost exactly like Lew's!

"Wow, the whole family's built like fucking studhorses!" Jean muttered as she caressed the big tool with her eyes. "Lookit the whang on that dude!"

Frankie scurried around gathering up the clothing that Ellen and her children had discarded. He added the bags they had brought and carried the bundles down to the Mercedes, where he stuffed them into the trunk and locked it. Then he hurried back inside.

"You won't get much out of her," he heard Erica saying when he went back inside the lodge. "I don't think she's ever been on more than three or four dates in her life. And if what I've heard is so, nobody ever made out with her on any of them!"

"I never believed that I had to fuck all the boys I dated," Kim retorted. "In contrast to some people I know!"

"Who fucks everybody?" Erica asked. "Christ, even I'm discriminating, Kim; I just go for the good ones, that's all. But..."

"All right, cool it," Al interrupted. "You two bitches can claw each other up some other time. We got better things to do right now."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Ellen asked, eyeing him nervously.

"Your old man's made it already with Jean here," Al said, grinning in a catlike manner, "and then he plunked it to the other chick too.

Me 'n the other boys, we stuck it to the chick too. So I think it's only right that we ought to give you a piece of the action too!"

"Rape!" Ellen muttered. "You're going to rape me!"

"Yeah, unless you get smart and decide to lay back 'n enjoy it," Al agreed. "I don't know, a sweet-looking chick like you, you just might have enough sense to haul off and have yourself a good time. But if you ain't then you're gonna get screwed anyway. On your back! Stevie, you 'n Frankie can match nickels to see who gets the young one if you want. One of you keep on the lookout, though."

"Ah, let Frankie ball her," Stevie said with an indifferent shrug. "Me, I think I'll wait and get a piece of the old lady's ass after you've warmed her up good. I'll stand guard on 'em."

"You can't do it!" Jim suddenly shouted, throwing caution aside and going for Al. "You're not going to do it!"

Al was ready for him. He feinted a left and then hooked his right hand into the youth's short-ribs with fearsome power. The blow traveled hardly a foot, yet it thumped into Jim's midsection like a triphammer, driving the wind from his lungs and crumpling him up like a piece of wastepaper. Al stepped around him and came toward Ellen.

"He ain't hurt; it's just the wind knocked out of him," he told her. "You don't need to worry about him, lady. I'm gonna give you all you can take care of, don't worry about that!"

"But he's my son!" Ellen moaned, gnawing her lip and trying to get to him. "He's hurt!"

"All right, all right, go see for yourself," Al grunted, seeing that she was not going to respond until she had reassured herself. "Stevie, maybe you'd better get him in another chair and tie him up too."

"No, don't tie him up," Jean suddenly said. "Leave him alone I wanna see if he can fuck like his old man!"

Ellen looked over at the girl in surprise; she was not accustomed to having people state their sexual desires so openly. Even so, she felt a warning twinge deep in her loins, the kind of feeling she always had whenever she thought of an especially sensual sight; she realized that somehow she would find it exciting to watch her son fucking the woman, slut though she was. She bent over Jim, who was coming around slowly.

"I'm all right," he grunted weakly. "Just the wind knocked out. that's all. I'll be okay, Mom."

"See, just like I told you," Al grunted. "Satisfied?"

"Yes, I guess I am," she said.

When she turned away from Jim's prostrate body she saw Frankie removing the last of his clothes. He had already developed an erection and while it was not the size of Al's cock, lacking its prodigious thickness, nor the size of the cunt-splitters her husband and son owned, it was a generously proportioned tool and looked capable of giving Kim all she could handle. Ellen felt a moment of sorrow for her daughter, who was to be forced to accommodate so brutal and callous a man, but the look of grim determination of Frankie's face told her that it would do no good for her to plead with him.

"I'll be all right," Kim told her, seeing the look and correctly interpreting it. "Girls have been raped before and survived; I'm sure I can do it too!"

"Sure you can," Frankie told her. "Once you get that sweet little cunt of yours around my cock you'll take off like a guided missile!"

"You ever make it with a black guy before?" Al asked, steering Ellen to a corner of the room. "Ever have a black dick up that honey-hole of yours?"

"No!"

"It's about like any other meat, far as I've been able to tell," he told her. "Some of us can fuck the daylights out of a woman and some can't do it for shit. You wait and see which kind I am."

She felt a quick rise in her body's temperature, as though a hot desert wind had suddenly blown over her flesh. She darted a sideways look at Al's cock, seeing its monumental proportions for the first time; she shuddered with a vague emotion when she tried to imagine the sensation of being pierced by so broad a spike.

"No need to worry, I ain't never ripped a woman's cunt open yet," he said, instantly recognizing her look. "But I've sure stretched a lot of 'em out to the limit!"

He steered her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. His cock was already iron hard and reared out at an angry angle.

"Grab hold of it," he told her as he leaned forward and supported his weight on his hands and knees. "Just jack it off a little, get yourself used to it. Why, if you closed your eyes you might even think it was a white cock!"

Ellen had never felt the absurd fear found in some white women, the fear of black men; even though she had never had sexual intercourse with other than a Caucasian she had never harbored fearful fantasies of being raped by some black intruder. She reached down, took his prick in her hand and closed her fingers over the hot, hard shaft. Immediately a feeling of sexual excitement ran through her loins; the contact with Al's sturdy prick made her clitoris throb and twitch with nervous energy.

"C'mon, work it up," he muttered, watching her eyes closely. "Let's see what kind of hand job you can give, honey."

Al had hit upon one of her most susceptible spots without knowing it. Ellen had always loved handling her husband's prick and the feel of a thick, hot cock in her hands never failed to excite her mightily. She tilted her head up to look down; she watched her fist draw the foreskin over the head of his prick and then strip it back. A tiny, clear droplet of sperm welled out of the slit in the tip of his tool and dripped down onto her pussy she shuddered heavily as the droplet fell onto her flesh.

"Now get it in," he told her. "Shove it between them lips and let's get us a fuck going!" Ellen nosed the heavy shaft down and aimed it squarely between the folds of flesh guarding the entranceway to her cunt. She forced the head between the lips; another shudder of animal excitement pulsed through her midsection. The head of his cock fitted easily into the mouth of her cunt, which was already moist and warm with excitement.

"Sure, that's the way," Al purred encouragingly. "A black cock, it's just like any other; that pussy of yours can't tell a bit of difference. Now get them legs around me and start moving some ass!"

Ellen sighed and did as she was told, although she noticed that her legs were already moving about the man's thick hips and enclosing him of their own volition. She fitted her heels into the hollows at the back of his knees and tentatively lifted her hips up. The mouth of her cunt moved more firmly against his cock; he leaned against her and pressed the tip of the tool into her taut, throbbing cunt's mouth.

"God, it's too big!" she gasped, writhing as the immense bludgeon slowly stretched her cunt into an ever-broadening circle. "It's killing me!"

"Naw, it ain't gonna kill you," Al told her. "Not unless you die from joy, and that ain't too likely!"

Lew watched, horrified, as the man fucked his wife. Had he been free he would surely have rushed over and attacked Al, thereby ensuring that Stevie exacted a swift and sure revenge. As it was, he could only strain against the cords holding him in place. Even so, his prick slowly rose up from between his thighs as he saw Ellen's legs go around the man.

Kim had been led to another corner of the room. There Frankie turned her to him and brandished his prick at her. She watched it for a moment; even though it lacked the prodigious size of the other cocks she had seen, it still fascinated her. She felt the warm, easy trickle of cunty oils pouring out the lips of her pussy, down onto her thighs; she felt her nipples harden and swell until it seemed that they would surely burst from her breasts.

"Get down on your knees," Frankie ordered her. "Let's see what kind of head you got, honey!"

"Huh? I... I don't understand," she murmured, looking anxiously at him. "What do you mean?" , "Sonofabitch, ain't you never gave a guy no head before?" Frankie demanded. "C'mon, honey, get down there and give us a little blow job! Eat some cock, that's what I'm talking about!"

Kim stiffened and looked up in shock. She had never before even held a man's prick in her hand, much less taken one into her mouth, and the order affected her much like a blow to the pit of the stomach.

"You... you mean you want me to kiss it?" she whispered.

"Nah, you don't kiss it, you eat it, you stupid bitch! Hell, didn't they learn you nothing at them fancy schools you went to? C'mon, on your knees, I said; gimme some head!"

Kim shook herself and then lowered herself to her knees. Frankie moved in front of her and rudely jabbed his prick at her face. She recoiled, trying to keep her lips away from the lewd rod, but he caught her head in his hands and held her steady. Again he shoved his cock against her lips and this time he rubbed the length of his stiff, hot prick against her thoroughly. Kim fought against him for a moment but then slowly gave in, seeing that she could not prevent the inevitable. A heady, musky scent wafted up from his tool, a scent which she could not identify but which made her brain reel with violent emotions. At last she relented and opened her lips.

"Hey, that's the way," Frankie purred as he forced his cock into her mouth. "Sure, you're catching on quick -just wrap your tongue around it and suck like it was a lollypop! Squeeze it, baby, squeeze it hard! Ahhh, you little bitch, you've eaten dick before; a mouth like that, somebody's bound to have fucked it some time!"

Kim discovered that the tool had a taste quite as unique as its scent and even more powerfully effective. The taste was actually the dried remnants of Frankie's own come, mingled with that which Al and Stevie had deposited in Jean's cunt; their semen, together with the rich, cunt oils she had churned out while in the grip of sensual ecstasy, had combined to make a scent and taste which could not fail to inflame the innocent young girl's appetites. Even though her mind stoutly rebelled and cried out against the task forced upon her, she could not prevent her sensuality from coming to the fore. Kim began sucking Frankie's cock with all the energy and enthusiasm her lustful young nature could generate.

Jean had leaned over Jim's prostrate body when Al had pulled Ellen away. The force of the blow had been enough to have taken the stiffness out of his cock and she began sucking hungrily at the limp tool as he came around. When he recovered his senses he found that a strange woman was kneeling beside him, eagerly mouthing his prick.

"Jesus! What are you doing?" he muttered weakly. "Hey, come on, what's going on here?"

"I'm getting you ready for a fuck," Jean said, removing her mouth from his prick and grinning lewdly at him. "Shit, everybody else is going at it, why can't we ball a little too?"

Jim looked around wildly. He saw his mother spread out beneath Al's body; she was just then taking his prick and rubbing it into the mouth of her cunt. Looking to the other side, he saw his sister kneeling in front of Frankie and being forced to take his cock into her mouth. The youth's head swam with confusion as he tried to comprehend the varied sights.

"Are all of you out of your minds?" he muttered. "I can't believe it!"

"Don't then," she grunted, continuing to pump her hand up and down the rapidly stiffening shaft of his prick. "As long as I get this thing hard enough to go up my snatch, I don't care whether you believe it or not! But you might as well lay back and enjoy it, kid, because I'm gonna milk your cock! I wanna feel them nuts of yours shooting come all the way up my cunt!"

Even though Jim felt a strong sense of shame he could not deny the hungry clamor within his loins. Jean's expert oral attentions had already created a fierce hunger in him; the way she worked her fist up and down his prick further aroused highly sensual longings and made his balls clench up into tight knots of anticipation. Jean was experienced enough to be able to see the effect she was having on him; she knew that he would offer no resistance to her. Thus she sat over him, positioning her pussy just above his hips and bringing the head of his cock into close contact with the moist, hot lips of her pussy.

"Yeah, just take a look at that," she murmured softly as she rubbed the prick against her flesh. "That snatch of mine, it's hot for a great big piece of prick! Baby, I'm gonna get my cunt around that prong of yours and then I'm gonna ride it till you can't shoot come for a week! I'll drain them nuts of yours; I'll squeeze every bit of come out of 'em!"

Jim could say nothing. The sight of his prick working against the livid slit paralyzed him; he had twice put the tool into a girl's cunt but never before had he done so during the daytime. The woman's hairy, inflamed pussy attracted his attention and held it firmly. Jean continued to rub the big rod up and down her slit and then gradually forced it into place.

"Get ready," she muttered, grimacing as she felt his cock bulge the mouth of her cunt into a perfect ring. Even though Al had fucked her repeatedly and she had also had Stevie, Frankie, and Lew within her cunt during the day, the organ's youthful resiliency had asserted herself and brought its dimensions back to normal "Mmmm, you're hung just like your old man just right! Come on, baby, when you feel it going in just lay back and fuck your heart out! You like to see it going in? Yeah, I thought maybe you was a peeper! Okay, baby, there it is now do some fucking!"

She lowered herself enough to bring the rim of her cunt down upon the head of his cock. Jim gasped out when he felt her tight, hot flesh close around him; never before had he felt the cunt's bite so strongly. He writhed in sexual anguish, then shoved upward with his hips. His cock easily slid up the well-greased tunnel. Nosing deep into her cunt, the tool plowed its own way and brought grunts of ecstatic approval to Jean's lips. She continued to squat on her heels and to rock back and forth slightly as more and more of the big rod disappeared into her body.

"Ugghh! Now you're fucking it," she muttered hoarsely. "Yeah, that's getting the old dick up there; godamighty, you're hung like nothing else in town! Sonofabitch, I think you got more prick than your old man! Come on, honey, drive it up there! Fuck it up my cunt! Damn you, I'll milk that rod, I'll jerk you off with my cunt!"

Jim was not prepared for so fierce a sensual onslaught. Already nervous and highly excited, he lost all control of his responses and began fucking the woman with quick, jerky strokes. He clawed at the bare floor beneath his body and shuddered as his balls began jerking about in their bag. Jean's eyes widened with surprise; she had not expected the climax to arrive so quickly. She knew exactly what was happening, though, and deliberately set out to heighten the youth's response.

"Oooohh, get it on!" she muttered. "Yeah, fuck that cunt; that's what I've been wanting all day! Come on, baby, work that dick up my hole! Shit, that's the way to fuck! Unngghh, shoot it, honey, shoot that come!"

"Agghh!" Jim moaned, writhing strenuously and literally bouncing off the floor in ecstasy. "I'm coming; I can't help it! I've got to come!"

"Yeah, that's the way, that's just what I've been looking for," Jean whispered. "Somebody who can set it off in a hurry! Ooohh, tear me up, honey, drill it deep! Let go with that stuff and... unngghh! Owwwww! Omigod, you're shooting come all over! Ahhh! That's the way, that's the trick!"

Neither Ellen nor Kim noticed Jim's ecstatic reactions to the woman's enticement; they were both totally engaged in their own pursuits. Lew and Erica noticed, however, though with sharply contrasting emotions. Lew felt a sense of shame and sorrow that his son had to be subjected to the indignities of sexual intercourse with the depraved woman, even though he had fucked her and had shot off his balls with all the fury his tormented senses could muster.

"Jesus, look at the way he's banging it to her!" Erica muttered. "Wow, I didn't know he had a cock like that; he's as big as you are!"

"Come on, Erica, let go of it," Lew told her in disgust. "Can't you see what's happening? Those beasts, they're making whores out of all of us!"

"Hey, what's wrong with that? Christ, man, isn't that what we came up here for? Weren't you planning to wear my cunt out while we were here? So what's the difference, huh? Sure, your wife and Kim are getting a little something extra and Jim, he's banging it into a piece he never thought he'd get, but so what? You were all hot to do the same to me! Wow, look at the way that Kim's going down on that guy!"

Lew looked over at his daughter and tugged again at the cords fastening him to the chair. He felt a surge of emotions in his breast as he watched her holding Frankie's prick in her mouth; had he stopped to analyze those emotions carefully he would have been greatly surprised, and even more disgusted, but he had no time for such analysis. He was aware only of a raging anger at the man who was subjecting his daughter to such indignities.

"Come on, honey, that's enough of that," Frankie said to Kim as he stepped away from her eager mouth. "I know, you'd really like to eat me all the way but I wanna shoot my load up your cunt! Get on your back and spread them legs out wide so I can get it up you!"

Kim assumed the position he had decreed. She felt a slight sense of regret that her first lover should be a brutal, unfeeling thug, but once the decision had been taken out of her hands she found that she actually looked forward to the experience. Without thinking of what she was doing, she reached between her legs to run a finger over the lips of her pussy. Frankie caught the gesture and grinned lewdly.

"Already worked up, huh?" he sniggered. "Okay, baby, spread them lips out wide with one hand and ram my cock up your hole with the other!"

Kim hesitated for only a split second, then took his prick in her fingers. The feel of his tool sent a quiver of excitement running over her skin and she tightened her grip. After rubbing her fist up and down the shaft for a moment, she touched the head of his cock to the lips of her pussy. At once she grunted sharply and stiffened her entire body.

"Yeah, that's just a prick," Frankie muttered. "It don't feel so bad, does it? Go ahead, honey, jam it up your cunt!"

Kim bit down on her lower lip, closed her eyes and maneuvered the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. She trembled heavily as his flesh made solid contact with hers, bulging its way into the tiny, quivering mouth of her cunt; the tool was already exciting her at least as much as her fingers had ever done.

"There, it's in place now," she muttered weakly. "Ooohh, be easy with me; don't hurt me!"

"Who's gonna hurt a good-looking piece of ass?" Frankie protested. "Not me, kid, that's for sure. Okay, just hold it steady while I... uhhh! Ooohh!"

He flinched and moaned as he forced his way into her cunt. Her vaginal muscles contracted, then relaxed slightly, allowing his cock to spread the mouth of her cunt still wider and finally to pierce the tender opening. Kim arched her back and ground her hips against the floor in savage joy as she felt his tool slide into place.

"Unngghh! Oooohh!" she moaned. "Ohh, you're in me, you're in my cunt! Ahhh, it's killing me, it's tearing me up!"

"Just take it easy," Frankie panted. "Ain't nothing to get worried about; you just got a hunk of dick up your snatch, that's all. There's a lot of girls that have had the same thing, so there ain't nothing special about you!"

"Ooohh, it's making me want to come!" Kim whispered, surprised at her own body's reaction. "Ugghh! You're making me come; I can't stop it!"

The quickness and ferocity of her orgasm took them both by surprise. She would never have suspected that she could come so quickly but there was no mistake about it: those bone-jarring spasms emanating from the depths of her cunt were tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure. She lay very still for a moment, shuddering as the strong pulsations gushed from her body, then convulsively threw her legs around Frankie's body.

"Anngghh-owww!" she howled, lurching against him and throwing her cunt up to his prick. "Ooohh, it's killing me! Fuck me, fuck me! Let me feel your cock going in! In and out, in and out, fuck me till I can't come any more. Uggh! I'm melting inside!" Frankie hung above her for a moment, not moving at all, and then he began thrusting his prick into her cunt with long, powerful strokes. She clawed at his back when the tool probed deep; she tightened her legs about him and cried out for more when he withdrew to launch another lightning bolt of sensual delirium into the eye of her cunt. Each inward stroke sent his prick deeper into the virginal flesh, far past where her fingers had ever reached; she whimpered and moaned as his stiff tool sundered her cunt and pried its way deeper into the hot, tight, sweating tunnel.

"Hot damn, get it on!" he grunted breathlessly. "Shake that ass, baby, shake it for me! Get a grind on, damn you; make it milk my dick! I got a load of hot come, baby, and I'm gonna lay it all on you!"

He increased the tempo of his strokes until his cock was whipping in and out of her cunt with blinding speed. Kim clung to him, lifting her loins high and holding her cunt steady as he pounded away at her frothy, trembling hole.

Her climax became even more intense and she felt a steady trickle of cunty oil snaking down the cheeks of her ass, worming over her asshole and sliding farther down her taut, trim body. Frankie continued to fuck with a blind desperation that promised exquisite benefits for them both.

"Aurrgghh!" he suddenly grated. "Unngghh, I'm coming! Ooohh, baby, get that ass in gear; get that cunt ready! Oooohh! Agghhh!"

His orgasm burst within her with so much force that she threw her head back and screamed aloud. The first jet spattered forth when he was pulling his prick out of her but the second came when he slammed the tool home, driving it as deep as it could possibly go. He pressed even more tightly against her and held himself there as his balls churned out an endless series of hot, spurting jolts of semen. The thick, sticky cream shot deep into her flesh, saturating her cunt with his passion; she cried out again and again as her pussy and clitoris answered with thumping jolts of passionate joy.

"Ugghh! Ooohh! Ahhh!" she grunted harshly. "Omigod, you're fucking me to death; your come's like steam! Ooohh, I feel it all over; you're making me come all over! I can't stop coming; it's going to last forever!"

The sensations did not last forever, though it seemed to her that they might well do so. She struggled against Frankie for an eternity, it seemed, and each time that his cock leaped within her cunt and emitted another morsel of semen she groaned madly. Eventually the sensations tapered off, however, and she gradually lowered herself back to the floor and relaxed.

Frankie lay on her for a moment, panting and heaving, and then rolled off. Kim vaguely realized that a thick, steady stream of sperm was welling from her cunt but she lacked the energy to do anything about it. She lay weakly and the creamy flow trickled over her thighs and down the crack of her ass.

Ellen, of course, had been deeply engaged in satisfying Al's mature lusts while her children were being fucked so strenuously. The extra thickness of the black man's prick had given her exquisitely thrilling sensations as it pried into her cunt and she had quickly worked herself to a climax. In spite of her sorrow for Lew's having been caught in so compromising a situation and it must be remembered that she had a real affection for her husband she took a grim pleasure in committing adultery in front of his very eyes. Knowing that he was looking on, she grasped Al's cock all the more eagerly. When the man had begun thrusting the massive bolt into her slit she had promised herself that she would call out extra loudly and throw herself about with total abandon when he had driven the tool home but, to her surprise, she found that her behavior far exceeded her expectations. The nervous tension generated by her capture and by the presence of armed, dangerous thugs had acted upon her nervous system in a peculiar way and made her even more alive to Al's cock. As the broad-shafted rod plunged deeper, she found her cunt and womb conspiring to make her body highly receptive to his actions.

"Ooohh, God, you're fucking my heart out!" she gasped as he continued working his prick in and out of her cunt with more vigor than she had ever known before. "You're fucking so hard I can't breath!"

"You'll breathe," Al told her, "you'll breathe when you start coming!"

She tightened her legs around his body and threw her pussy at him with powerful, grinding strokes. Her buttocks tightened into balls of hard, quivering muscle. Clenching every muscle in her abdomen and thighs, she made her cunt close around his skewering cock over and over as she worked her cunt up and down his hard cock; she pressed her clitoris into the man's belly and shuddered as his flesh rubbed against the ultra-sensitive cone. Suddenly she lifted her ass high off the floor, pressing against him with all her power; an explosion rippled through her womb and radiated out over her body.

"Agghh! Owwww! Aiiieee!" she gasped as the orgasmic waves pounded ever harder. "Ooohh, I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck! Fuck me harder!"

Al continued to drive his massive prick in and out of her cunt. He fucked steadily as she moaned and sobbed her way through the climax. For a moment she lost consciousness altogether but when she recovered her senses she still grasped him with her thighs and bounced her ass up and down in time with his powerful, penetrating thrusts.

"Oohh, you're still fucking me!" she whimpered wonderingly. "Won't you ever stop? Won't you ever come? Ahh, you're killing me, you're fucking me to death!"

"Sure I'll come," Al grunted. "But I'm gonna fuck another come outta that twat of yours with everything I've got!"

He did just that. It had been years since Lew had fucked her into two climaxes in quick succession but she was eager to make it again; she held onto Al even more tightly and continued to grind her pussy against his loins. The second climax came quickly and as she arched her back again to drive herself farther upon his prick she felt the thick tool begin trembling and quivering. The first jet of sperm rocketed deep into her cunt, saturating the tunnel with hot, thick spray; Ellen shrieked loudly and dissolved into a churning mass of hungry, orgiastic flesh.

"Uhh! Ohh! Ahhhh!" she grunted as his cock continued to squirt steaming sperm into her cunt with a steady, rhythmic flow. "Unngghh! You're coming; I feel your come! Agghh, fuck me! Fuck me! Shoot! Shoot your cream! I love the come; I love the way you come!"


CHAPTER SIX

"What are they going to do to us?"

Ellen asked the question in a whisper. She and Lew had been ordered to take seats in the kitchen chairs which had been placed in front of the fireplace; Kim and Jim were ordered to sit on the couch across the room.

"I don't know," he replied. "They're cooking up something though."

Erica lounged on a chair beside the table they had used to eat breakfast on; it was the morning after the capture. She, as well as the Martins, were still stark naked, and she carelessly allowed her thighs to fall apart so that her pussy was openly displayed. She knew that Jim was watching her and the knowledge made her even bolder she spread her knees another couple of inches apart and turned enough to allow him to look directly into her slit.

"That was an okay idea you had there," Jean said to her as she left the group. "You know, you might really amount to something if you stay away from them high-class friends of yours!"

Jean was still naked; Ellen and Lew had heard her late at night urging Al on to even greater exertion as he had pounded the cheeks of her ass into the bed they had taken for their own. She came over to Ellen and ordered her to stand up, placing her hands behind her. Ellen did so and the woman threw several turns of cord around her wrists, then knotted it tightly.

"We've got a little experiment planned out," Jean told her. "It won't hurt you, as long as you do what you're told; you might even find yourself liking it."

"What's going on?" Lew demanded, looking over at Erica. "What's this idea you had?"

Erica shrugged indifferently and did not answer but there was a gleam of interest in her eyes. Lew remembered that he had seen her carrying on an animated discussion with Jean after breakfast; in the process of washing up after the meal he had been ordered to play maid he had not paid any attention to what they were saying.

After testing the bonds and making sure that they were tight, Jean went over to Erica and motioned for her to stand as well. She bound the girl's hands in a similar fashion and then did the same to Kim. Then she produced one of Lew's shirts. Tearing it into long strips, she fashioned blindfolds from the material and tied them around each woman's face, effectively cutting off her vision. She stepped back, surveyed her work and nodded approvingly.

"Okay, you're all three tied up, so you can't feel anything, and you can't see anything either, right?"

"That should be obvious enough," Ellen said in an acidly cold tone.

"All right, on your knees then," the woman ordered.

She went to each of her captives and held them as they assumed a kneeling position. Ellen caught a whiff of her cunt as she knelt before her; evidently Jean never douched and had not had a bath since leaving Albuquerque, because the scent of dried sex and stale semen was overpowering. Jean positioned each of her captives on the floor in a kneeling position and then came over to Lew. After motioning for Jim to come toward her, she told them her plan.

"You're gonna go over to them chicks," she said, "and stick your cock in their mouth, understand? Yeah, in every one of 'em!"

"Are you insane?" Lew choked out. "That's my daughter!"

"Yeah, and that's my mom!" Jim added indignantly. "And my sister!"

"Shit, they suck just like anybody else," Jean told them. "You, didn't you ever get a blow job off'n your wife? Sure you did! So what's the difference in her sucking your dick and sucking his? She won't be able to tell the difference; every prick tastes alike to a woman!"

"Madness!" Lew muttered. "I won't stand for it!"

"What choice have you got?" Jean asked him. "Let me tell you this, buddy, if you don't go along with my little scheme here, Al's gonna come over here and grab them nuts of yours in his hand. And when he gets through squeezing 'em together they're gonna be just like mush! So what's it gonna be, hot rocks? Stick your dick in their mouth or get your balls mashed into jelly? Tell you what, I'll make you a blindfold too so you won't know which one is which, how'll that be?"

She liked her proposal and went off to tear up another shirt. She brought back the strips, giggling heartily, and blindfolded Lew and Jim. Al and his companion watched as she prepared them; they smiled broadly and began unfastening their clothes and removing them. Jean steered Lew and Jim over to the waiting girls and placed them directly in front of her captives.

"Nobody says anything," she ordered them all. "The first one that talks or even grunts gets a working over that'll last a while; I don't care if it's a chick or a dude! So just hold off on the gab."

Jean nodded at Al, who stepped forward and placed himself before Ellen. Jean took his prick into her hand and held it ready.

"Okay, honey," she said, touching Ellen's shoulder, "we got a little present here for you see what you think of it!"

With that she brought the man's prick into contact with the woman's lips. Ellen's reflexes saw to it that she opened her mouth; the prick slid in and over her tongue. For a moment she rebelled, but then she recognized the tool for what it was and she relaxed. Her tongue swept over the bulky shaft, which was semi-stiff; the taste of dried come, her own among those she was tasting, had she but known it, sent shivers of exultation over her body. She ate the prick greedily and shoved forward until the head was far down her throat.

"Okay, that's enough," Jean said as Al stepped back. "Recognize it? Ever get your chops on that one before?"

Ellen frowned, puzzled by the question. Except for the taste it had felt very much like Lew's cock had always felt but she doubted that the girl would allow her to begin by sucking her own husband's prick.

"I... I just don't know," she murmured. "Maybe it was Lew's, I don't really know."

Al grinned at Jean, who returned the grin and motioned Frankie to step forward. He put his prick in Ellen's mouth and allowed her to suck for a moment, then stepped back. Jean repeated her question and this time Ellen had to admit total defeat. For all she knew it might have been the same man as before; she could tell absolutely no difference between the two organs.

Jean now took Lew's arm and guided him to a position directly in front of his daughter. Being blindfolded he had lost all sense of direction and thus had no idea which of the women he was being led toward. Jean touched Kim's shoulder and told her to be ready; then she took Lew's limp prick and guided it into her mouth. The girl almost gagged at the thought of sucking an unknown prick she recognized the tool for what it was, though she had no idea of whose it was but quickly recovered. Her hot tongue swirled over her father's cock, caressing and squeezing, and she felt it slowly stiffen and grow warmer. The knowledge that she was having a dramatic effect upon the man lent added vigor to her tongue and lips but before she could get nearly enough Jean made her stop.

The woman started to guide Lew over to Erica, who was waiting impatiently for whatever it was that was to be done to her, but then she paused and looked back. Kim was licking her lips. Jean grinned and turned Lew back to her. She grabbed his cock, masturbated him vigorously for several strokes and then shoved the tool back against Kim's lips. His cock was almost fully grown now but the girl hungrily closed her mouth around the tool and began sucking. Jean allowed her to continue for a moment and then reached back to untie the blindfold. She pulled the piece of shirt up enough to allow the girl to identify her partner.

"Like it?" she asked, grinning lewdly at the shocked expression on Kim's face. "Good meat, huh?"

Kim's eyes grew big and round as she looked up and saw her father. She had his cock rammed deep into her mouth and for a moment she stopped sucking. Then, closing her eyes, she bent forward and lavished another series of hot, strong caresses upon the tool. Jean's grin grew even broader as she replaced the blindfold. She then nudged Lew away from the girl, who moaned helplessly as the cock slipped out of her mouth and guided him toward Erica.

They kept up the game of musical pricks, as it were, until every man in the room had had his cock in the mouth of every captive at least once. Jean took a special pleasure in guiding young Jim up to his mother and forcing his prick into her mouth. By this time he had been inside Kim's mouth, and Erica's too; both girls had sucked him strenuously and he was highly excited. Jean was fully aware of his state and she had deliberately aimed to create such a situation. When he went into his mother's lips he grunted deep in his throat; she too was fully aroused and hungry for more of the delicious fruit she had been given at odd moments. Jean went around behind her and untied the scarf, though she kept it in place while she watched the youth quiver and force himself deeper into the unknown mouth. Ellen sucked eagerly, being alive to the prick's excited condition; nothing would have suited her more than to have a mouthful of hot, reeking come.

"Unngghh!" Jim groaned, thrusting forward. "Oooohh!"

The magic moment had arrived. His young cock began shooting come at a ferocious rate; the flow was so fast that Ellen could not swallow fast enough and a thin trickle of sperm escaped from the corners of her mouth. Jean allowed her to suck the lad almost to the end of his climax and then she whipped off the blindfold. Ellen opened her eyes slowly, continuing to mouth the fleshly geyser, and for a moment did not fully comprehend what she was doing.

When she recognized her own son and understood that she had sucked him to a climax she felt a strong sense of nausea sweep through her belly. She nearly fainted and her face turned beet red. Whirling to face Jean, she opened her mouth to shout out an indignant accusation.

"Just keep quiet or I'll belt you one," Jean threatened. "What in hell are you bitching about? You sucked him quick enough till you found out who it was, didn't you? Just shut up, damn you!"

She replaced the blindfold and stood back to watch the men being sucked. Kim and Erica were both hard at work, Kim taking Al's mammoth prong and Erica happily devouring Stevie's stiff prick. Lew and Stevie stood back, awaiting their turn; both of them sported erections and were highly aroused. Jean went over to Stevie and knelt in front of him, grinning lewdly, and he moved forward to shove his prick into her greedy mouth. She sucked him with a quick ravenous hunger and soon had him gushing out a steady stream of sperm.

"Unngghh! Get it, get it all!" he grunted as he worked his cock in and out of her lips, spattering them with come. "Hot damn, that's the way to give a blow job!"

Jean sucked him to the end, pleasure showing plainly upon her face. As soon as she had drained his prick of the salty cream, she bounded up onto her feet with renewed energy. She ordered Kim and Erica to relinquish the pricks they had been devouring; Ellen had sunk down upon her knees, overcome with dismay at the incestuous act she had been tricked into committing.

"Okay, all you broads get up onto your feet," the woman ordered. "Hop to it; we got another part of this deal to get through with yet! If you thought that one was good, you ain't seen nothing yet!"

She helped them get into a standing position and then led them, one by one, over to the long harvest table near the kitchen. She had them stand very close to it and then lean forward until they were half lying on the table, rumps raised high in the air.

"Spread them feet out a little wider," she ordered. "And then just hold it like that!"

The captives assumed the desired position and Jean smirked at Al; they could see three pussies shining from between the legs of the women.

"Shit, what a lineup of cunt!" Al murmured. "Yeah, you could just go down the row, picking 'em off like blackbirds on a fence!"

"All right, you just go up there and belly up to one of them," Jean urged. "Sock that cock of yours lip any cunt you feel like screwing, but don't come save that for me! I want them bitches to find out that every dick feels just the same; there ain't no difference in any of 'em!"

"Was that what that chick was talking to you about?" Al asked. "Earlier this morning, when you two were off by yourselves?"

"Yeah, sort of," Jean admitted. "She had this idea that it would be a blast to get the old guy there to fucking on his daughter and the son to screwing his old lady. I just put another little wrinkle on it, that's all."

"Yeah, I seen the look on that broad's face when you pulled off that blindfold and she seen that she was going down on her own kid," Al chuckled. "I thought she was gonna shit a brick!"

"Huh, you ought to have seen the girl when I let her see that she was eating her old man," Jean whispered.. "Godamighty, I think she was really digging it, you know? Maybe she'd had the hots for him all along!"

Al marched over and positioned himself behind Erica. Jean knelt beside her and guided his cock into place. The girl's pussy was already wet and swollen with moist, hot passion; she groaned aloud when Al leaned forward and sheathed half his enormous prick at once.

"Go ahead, ram it home," Jean said in a tone loud enough for them all to hear. "Fuck it up her cunt and let her guess which one's banging her box! Shit, a hot cunt don't know nothing; it'd just as soon have a little one as a big one, a white one as a black one. Get a cunt worked up enough and it'll reach out for any prick that comes along!"

"Oooohh, he's fucking me to death!" Erica moaned. "Agghh, I'm dying to come; I can feel it in my gut!"

"Yeah, well you just keep on feeling it and wanting it," Jean snapped, motioning for Al to withdraw his prick. "That way you'll really be hot for it when I finally decide to let somebody fuck you all the way!"

"Oh no!" Erica cried out when she felt the man pulling out of her body. "Don't take it away; don't let him stop! I want to come!"

Jean motioned for Frankie to take Al's place; the thug leaped to plug up the fleshly gap. Erica seemed hardly to notice the difference, though Al's prick must have been at least an inch thicker than Frankie's more modest tool. Jean then selected Jim, whose prick had not wilted by so much as a millimeter after his mother had sucked him off; she directed his cock into his sister's hot-lipped little cunt. Kim's pussy was sore and raw from the heavy, unusual exertions it had made the day before; she groaned in anguish as the massive rod slid into place. After a moment, however, her groans took on a joyful note and then became more and more enthusiastic as Jim worked and forth with quick, jerking thrusts.

Al moved down the line to drive his prick up Ellen's hot cunt. Although she had been greatly put off to learn that she had fellated her son, the discovery had done nothing to soothe the fires that raged within her loins. The experience of having a cock in her mouth had always filled her with the most sensual of longings and now, being forced to suck a number of men in succession and not knowing which was which, she found her pussy and cunt knotted up into a tight, throbbing ball of sexual tension.

"Agghh!" she moaned as the thick rod pressed the mouth of her cunt into a circle and slipped inside. "Ooohh, it's in! He's in my cunt!"

"You're mighty right he's in your cunt," Jean remarked, "but which one is he? There's five dudes out here, remember, and it might be any one of them!" Ellen stiffened at that; she remembered Jim's ecstatic face all too well as her mouth had worked up and down his stiff prick. She felt a giddy sensation at the thought of being fucked by her own son but her excitement would not allow her to consider the possibility rationally. The prick seemed to pierce the very marrow of her bones and to fill her body with joy of the most complete sort; she could not have asked for the cock to be removed even if she had seen that it was Jim himself, she realized.

Jean looked back at Jim and saw that he was fucking his sister's cunt with all the savage force he could muster. Cries and sobs of agonized joy welled out of the girl's lips and she pressed herself back against her brother's body with an eager, grinding motion. Jean moved in behind the youth and reached around to caress his balls as he continued fucking the hot, tight cunt.

"Yeah, you're getting ready to shoot a load off, huh?" she muttered into his ear. "Nice, hot, tight cunt you got there, huh? C'mon, buddy boy, drive that spike home; ram it up her cunt! She's digging it, she's going out of her skull! Wanna see who you're fucking? Okay, just wait a minute and I'll fix it for you!"

Jean cannily waited until she felt the lad's body stiffen and begin to tremble convulsively. When she was certain that he was coming she whipped off the blindfold. Jim continued whipping his prick in and out of Kim's cunt; his balls were churning feverishly and he felt a total, compelling need to get even deeper into her cunt. After a moment, however, he recognized her as his own sister. The awareness did nothing to abate the power of his thrusts, however, and he continued fucking her with all the power he could muster.

"Ugghh! Shoot it!" Kim moaned as his gigantic cock leaped and spat within her cunt. "Ooohh, you're making it so good, so fucking good! Agghh! My cunt, you're shooting come all over my cunt! It's so hot, so wonderful!"

A horrified, sickened expression passed over Jim's face. He knew now that he was fucking his sister and yet the furious power within his loins would not permit him to withdraw and abort the incestuous act. His cock continued to spit thick jets of sperm into her flesh; he still shuddered as the waves of orgiastic ecstasy rolled over his body.

"My God," he muttered when his balls had finally emptied themselves and his prick lay quiet within her cunt. "Omigod, what have I done?"

"Huh? You've had yourself a mighty good fuck!" Jean told him, laughing as she dropped the blindfold back into place. "What do you care who it was? It felt as good as any other cunt, didn't it? Your balls didn't stop pumping out that good old hot come, did they? You didn't pull out of her when you felt that cock trying to jump off and hide in her, did you?"

"Jim! Was it you?" Kim cried out, hearing their words and correctly interpreting them. "Ooohh, it was marvelous! I came and came! Mmmm, it was a beautiful fuck!"

Even though they were both blindfolded, Ellen and Lew both heard that exchange and knew the truth. Erica caught the dialogue too and even though Frankie was pistoning in and out of her cunt at a blinding rate of speed, she chortled at the exchange between the twins.

"Ha! Little brother finally learned that his sister's got a cunt, has he?" she blurted out. "And little Earn found out that Jim's cock feels about as good as any other dick, huh? Go on, fuck her again, Jim; I'd like to see that stuck-up little bitch get fucked right out of her mind! Get her old man in behind her; I'll bet she'd love to get fucked by both of them!"

"Shut up, you filthy bitch!" Lew shouted out. "You're the one who thought up this disgusting exhibition; that's what you were talking to her about! Oh. I wish I'd never seen you at all!"

"Remorse strikes hardest at those who need it the most," Erica reminded him with a grim laugh. "Don't put on such a straight face, Lew; there was a time when you couldn't wait to get your prick up my cunt! Yeah, a twenty-year-old piece of ass really turned you on, didn't it? And now you're getting all uptight just because Kim's getting the meat stuck to her? What a lot of horseshit you are!"

The biting sarcasm of her tone, as much as the truth of her retort, sealed Lew's lips. He fumed and muttered to himself but he could not deny that the girl had called the turn on him with a great deal of precision.

"All right, that's enough of this horsing around," Jean told them. "Al, you and Stevie and Frankie belly up to those cunts and bang away all you want; there's not a one of them that wouldn't be glad to take all the cock you can give 'em!"

She removed the blindfolds from the women's faces, allowing them to see their violators. Kim shuddered heavily when Jean pulled Jim away from her; she hated releasing his prick. When the massive rod slipped out of her cunt, a gushing flow of sperm flooded out, dripping down over the lips of her pussy, saturating the fringe of golden-brown hair and sopping down onto her thighs. She trembled excitedly as she felt the thick, creamy gruel working down over her flesh but her excitement mounted to another peak when she saw Al bellying up to her rump, holding his massive prick at a lethal angle.

"Ooohh, God, it looks like a fireplug!" she muttered, half to herself. "You can't fuck me with that thing; it'll tear my cunt out!"

"Shit, you've already had it up your hole," Jean sneered. "Yeah, that's right, all them guys have been up your cunt! And the same goes for everyone of you other chicks I made sure that each one of you had a helping of prick from all of them dudes! Huh, lookit the old lady she's going ape when she thinks about getting her boy's prick up her slit, or maybe about when her old man socked it to her daughter!"

Jean marched over to Lew and Jim. She ripped the blindfolds off them and crowed triumphantly at their discomfort.

"How's that grab you, Mister High-and-Mighty?" she asked Lew. "Yeah, you had your fid up your own daughter's honeyhole! Ain't that a grabber? And your kid here, he rammed it to her right after you'd had a nice little screw! Yeah, he even shoved the meat to your sweetie down there, that prick-hungry little bitch! How's it feel, honey, getting fucked by two generations from the same family?"

"I don't care," Erica snapped. "They're both hung like donkeys; I'd take them both on any time!"

Lew's face assumed an even more disgusted expression at that. His attitude toward Erica had undergone a drastic modification since their arrival at the lodge; her abandoned, self-centered behavior had convinced him that she was desperately sick and quite beyond any sense of self-restraint.

Jean fussed and fumed while she watched Al, Stevie, and Frankie pummel the cunts of their captives. The trio humped, shoved and heaved, exclaiming loudly all the while. When they had each fucked themselves out they stumbled back and collapsed in various parts of the room, guffawing lewdly at their success in sexual variety.

"All right, I just hope that all you creeps learned something," Jean told the Martins and Erica. "If you'll just be honest you'll all admit that I was right: a cunt can't tell one prick from another and a. cock, it ain't got no more sense than a cunt! Some of you jerks might be hung up about making it with a black guy but I'll bet there wasn't a one of you that knew when Al was putting the prick up your hole! And all that crap about incest and junk like that, that's just a middle-class hangup too; when that girl looked up and found out that it was her brother's dick that was hosing her down, she might have felt a little bad but that didn't stop her from coming, not a bit. And the old lady, she dug it with the kid too! So don't give me no more of that crap about how 'I can't possibly let him do it to me' because I know it won't work! After this, when one of us tells one of you to start getting it on with somebody, I want you to get on your back and spread them legs, understand?"

"Wh-what on earth are you planning?" Ellen asked, dismayed by the woman's belligerent tone. "Are you completely evil?"

"Shit, there you go, talking about stuff you don't know anything about!" Jean sneered. "By the time we pull out of this place, honey, we're gonna have you in such a shape that you'll just love sucking your kid's dick, or fucking him either, and you're gonna think it's mighty cool to watch him balling his sister! And you, old buddy Martin, you're gonna be as hot for that daughter of yours as you were for that other little bitch! Yeah, I'm gonna bring your whole family closer together, but it ain't gonna be in no way that them ladies' magazines ever dreamed about!"


CHAPTER SEVEN

"My God, Lew, that woman is insane!" Ellen muttered to her husband.

"Ellen, I'm just so blasted sorry that I got you all into this," he replied. "No, don't try to let me off the hook; if I hadn't gone overboard for that shameless little slut I'd never have come along that road and they would never have come here!"

They were sitting against the front wall of the lodge where Jean had told them to sit. She had put Jim, Erica and Kim against other walls, all of them well separated by several feet of floor space. Ellen and Lew, however, had been put together and after several minutes of embarrassed silence Lew had broken the ice with a fervent apology for his misbehavior with Erica.

"No, the children and I would still have come along the road," she told her husband. "And if they'd been there we'd probably have stopped to see if we could help. No, Lew, I don't like that Erica either but I'm certainly glad that you're here with us!"

"I don't know what got into me," Lew muttered. "But somehow she got under my skin and... well, I couldn't seem to see past her."

"She's really very lovely," Ellen mused. "And of course she wouldn't display her true nature to you. I can see how you might go overboard for her, darling, especially since I've always hated going with you on those business trips. I admit that for a few minutes, after I found out that you'd brought her up here, I'd have loved to have cut your heart out but they've made me see things differently now. I know that there are a lot more important things than mere revenge."

"Yes, I know what you mean," Lew fervently agreed. "And I've learned that there are some people who mean a lot more to me than a demented college girl!"

"Then those are the really basic points, aren't they?" his wife asked. "I only hope that the twins weren't too drastically affected by all that's happened to them!"

"What an introduction to sex for a girl!" Lew muttered. "Well, I guess it was an introduction, wasn't it? For Kim, I mean?"

"I'm not at all sure of that," Ellen had to admit. "I was watching that brute when he fucked her that first time and there wasn't a sign of any vaginal bleeding. She might have been a virgin. I always thought that she was, certainly; she'd never done anything to make me think she might have been in bed with a boy. She could very well not have had a cherry, though; lots of girls don't, you know. Well, you'll have to admit that she seemed to take to it enthusiastically enough, even though the circumstances were far from ideal!"

"Yes, maybe they've been getting into a lot of things that I never suspected them of doing," Lew muttered. "Her and Jim both, I mean."

"Honey?"

"What is it?"

"What did you think when they showed you that you were fucking her?" Ellen asked. "Honestly, what kind of thoughts went through your mind when you realized that you were fucking your own daughter?"

"Hey, I never knew that!" Lew exclaimed. "They didn't show me anything like that! Mmm, do you think I really did that? Could she have been one of the ones I... well, that I had my prick in?"

"With the kind of warped mentality that Jean creature has, I'm certain that she saw to that," Ellen vowed. "I'd bet almost anything that they had Kim sucking you and being fucked by you!"

"Good God, I can't believe it!" Lew marveled. "But now that you mention it, I did have at least three women sucking me and I must have had my cock put into at least that many, or maybe even more. Why? You... you don't mean that they had you... doing things with... with Jim?"

Ellen nodded slowly. "They took the blindfold off me once," she whispered. "I... I was sucking somebody. When they took the blindfold off I could see that it was Jim! Oh, Lew, I've actually sucked off my own son!"

"There, you can't go worrying about that," Lew tried to tell her. "They were forcing us to do it; we didn't know what was happening!"

"Yes, I know that," Ellen conceded. "But... when I looked up and saw that it was Jim, I didn't stop! I didn't even want to stop! Oh, Lew, he was so damned hard, so hot and horny! When that slut took the blindfold off he was worked up to the point where he was already shooting off and... well, I couldn't make myself stop! I actually wanted to suck his prick, to have his come shooting into my mouth!"

Lew thought over her confession for a moment. "I can't hold that against you," he finally told her. "Look, I've been thinking about it ever since you told me that I might very well have had my prick in Kim's cunt and I... well, if I were in the same position I doubt if I'd do any different. I mean, if they'd taken the blindfold off me when I had my prick in her cunt, or in her mouth for that matter, and was about to come, I'm sure I'd have left it there! Good God, Ellen, what have they done to us? What kind of monsters are they making us become?"

"Maybe it's the way that bitch said," Ellen suggested. "It just might be that a fired-up pussy doesn't know the difference between pricks!"

"Uh, what did you think?" Lew asked. "When they showed you that you were sucking Jim, I mean?"

"Well, I remember thinking that I ought not to be doing that, not under any circumstances," she said, closing her eyes and thinking back to that shocking experience. "But damn it, he was so hard, so big, so much like you! You know, his cock is almost the same size as yours? He's really got one on him! And then when his come started spurting out... well, you know how I've always loved that moment with you! His was exactly like yours, except that it was a lot more violent. I mean, it was spurting out so strong I thought I was going to drown for a moment! And it didn't taste quite as strong as your come either; it had a softer, almost a sweeter taste. Mmm, I guess it shows pretty plainly, darling: I rather enjoyed sucking him off!"

Lew did not answer; he was looking across the room at his daughter. He realized with a start that Kim was much lovelier now, without her ever-present sweatshirt and blue jeans. Her small but exquisitely shaped breasts intrigued him and he found himself wondering what it would be like to lie over her, to have her guide his cock between the lips of her pussy, to have her long, lithe legs wrap themselves around his body and gather him closer as he shoved more and more of his prick up her cunt.

"God in heaven!" he sighed. "I believe that I might enjoy fucking her! I never thought I'd find myself thinking such thoughts but I really think that I could do it to her!"

They sat together for several minutes without talking, as though they were perhaps growing accustomed to a new perception of themselves. Ellen watched her son; he looked a great deal like his father, she thought, and inevitably her eyes were drawn to his cock. The tool lay across his left thigh. Although limp, it still had the shape and almost the size of a stick of salami. Ellen felt a gentle, twitching throb at her clitoris as she looked at her son's cock.

"Lew?"

"Huh?"

"That first time, when that Al fucked me," she began. "I've got to say that I'm sorry about that."

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about," he said. "You didn't have a lot of choice, remember? Those guys mean business! I'd hate to imagine what they'd do if we were to cross them up!"

"Oh, I don't mean about letting him do it to me," Ellen explained. "I meant that I was sorry because a part of me, 'way down inside, was liking it. I don't know, I started out wanting it partly as a way of getting even with you because of... Erica. But then, somehow, when he got on me and began fucking me with that huge prick of his, I just lost all control and... well, it wasn't rape anymore, is what I'm trying to say!"

"The more I think about it, the more I wonder if maybe that slut wasn't right," Lew said. "I mean, about us all being animals at heart. Maybe this old idea about fidelity, about avoiding any sexual interest in your relatives, maybe that really is part of our middle-class morality. I'm not sure of anything any longer!"

"I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps you're not right about that," Ellen said. "Tell me this: what did you think when you had to watch me being fucked by that Al creature?"

"That's a curious thing," Lew told her. "At first, of course, I wanted to smash his vicious head in. I felt sorry for you, that you had to submit to such treatment, and I really wanted to kill him. But after a minute or two, strange as it might sound, I think I wanted most of all to have you myself!"

"You mean that watching him fuck me made you want to fuck me too?"

"'Something like that," he admitted. "I know it doesn't make any sense but it's the truth, I swear it is. And now, after all that other indignity, I think I want you more than ever!"

"I think I understand," Ellen whispered. "That is, I don't exactly understand why you'd feel that way but I know exactly how you felt. You see, I had almost the same sensation when I thought of you screwing that Erica! And if I'd seen you doing it to her, I'm sure I'd have been simply wild to have had you, even with your prick dripping with her cunt! Oh, Lew, what's happening to us? Are they making us into some kind of sex monsters?"

"I don't know, I really don't know," he muttered. "I've got a strong suspicion, though, that we'll never be the same after they leave here!"

They fell into a deep silence, each buried in thought. Jean detached herself from her group and came over to them. She looked down at them, appearing thoughtful; after a moment she shook her head and walked away. She went over to Jim, who looked up resentfully. Sitting on the floor with her directly in front of him and still stark naked, he could not help seeing her pussy. The sight of the raw, well-exercised slit had a predictable effect and his cock began rising up from his thighs. Ellen's eye caught the shift; she sucked in her breath as she watched her son's prick rise to attention. The tremendous shaft thickened and lengthened, growing out to a fearsome length; the flesh turned from off-white to ripe, passionate pink.

"Yeah, you still got a lot of life left in you," Jean said, noticing his reaction. "You ever lick a pussy, kid? Ever go down on a chick?"

Jim shook his head but continued to watch the woman's slit.

"Maybe this is the time for you to learn," she said, smiling gently. "Of all the chicks here, which one would you rather start with? Your sis? Maybe your mom? Or how about that other cunt, the one your old man's been banging? Hell, give her a try maybe you could do a better job of licking her cunt than your old man did! Wouldn't that be a gas?"

Jean turned and beckoned to Erica, who came forward. "Belly up to him and give him a real good look at your box," Jean told the girl. "He seems to like looking at pussies; maybe you can show him something different. Hell, maybe he's never even had a chance to get a really good look at a snatch before! Go on, girl, show it off to him! And if he likes what he sees, maybe you could, show him how to eat pussy!" Erica hesitated for only a moment before moving over Jim's seated body. She straddled his outthrust legs, spreading her own feet wide apart, and reached down to her youthful but highly skilled pussy. A look of eager anticipation came over her face, giving her a lewd, sensual expression.

"Ever see a pussy up this close before, Jim?" she asked. "No, I thought not, though if more girls knew just what you were carrying between your legs I'll bet you'd have more cunt around than even you could handle! Here it is, baby, here's the magic box! See, here are the outer lips; they're pretty sensitive. It always feels good for a guy to run his finger over them soft and easy, like I'm doing right now. And then you can spread them out and there's another set of lips inside they're the ones that have the most feeling; I can almost come just by rubbing them together, like this. Wow, that makes me feel good all over!"

Jim watched, fascinated as the girl rubbed the lips of her pussy between her thumb and index finger. She pulled the inner lips far out from their moorings, stretching them out until they resembled great flaps, and then allowed them to recede back into position. They were dark and moist with passionate oils; he felt an insane urge to reach out and take them into his own fingers.

"You just keep your hands down there on the floor," Jean abruptly told him. "This is her show, get it?"

Jim nodded and sighed regretfully. Erica continued to manipulate her pussy and to describe her sensations to him, using the most obscene, vulgar language possible and obviously delighting in exciting both him and herself.

"But in here, right up here at the top where the lips come together at the front," she said, spreading the lips apart to indicate their apex, "that's where it all comes together! Wow, that's my buzzer, my love-button, my clitty! That's the part that makes it all happen! When you get your finger on that, baby, that's when a girl takes off into outer space! That's what you want to flip with your tongue when you start eating a girl's pussy; that's what'll make her curl up into a knot inside and then come all over your face!"

"She's telling it to you just the way it is," Jean added, relishing the look of sensual anguish which came over Jim's youthful face. "Yeah, she knows what it takes to get a cunt into high gear; you just keep listening good because she's gonna show you how to get the most out of a cunt!"

"I know this guy in Denver," Erica continued, "Who'd rather eat pussy any day. Oh, he'll give me a fuck if I want it bad enough but he'd much rather eat my pussy out. He likes to start with his tongue over my clitty and then drag it down the slit to where he can jam it up my cunt. God, he can shove his fucking tongue in so far it almost feels like a prick! And then he'll swirl it around the rim of my cunt a time or two and pull it out. He'll go on back and lick my asshole good yeah, that's right; he likes to tongue-fuck my asshole too! and then it's back to the buzzer and he starts all over again! Or maybe he'll switch around once and suck the lips way up in his mouth and sort of gnaw on them for a while that always drives me up the wall, too! Ooohh, he's a crotch muncher, that one; I just come and come and come all over his face! And when I've come enough to suit him, then I'll turn around and kiss my come and pussy drip off his face! That's really good too, tasting your own snatch on a guy's face!"

"C'mon, c'mon, start wiping his face with that thing," Jean urged, obviously excited by the girl's recital. "I wanna see what he's gonna do when you shove your pussy up against his chops!"

"I'm going to," Erica replied. "But first I wanted to make sure that he was really worked up good!"

"He's worked up," Jean retorted. "Hell, his damned cock's about to shoot a stream of come all over the fucking room!"

"You'll take care of that, won't you?" Erica purred. "All right, Jean, you take your end and I'll feed him some pussy! Be tender and gentle with it, Jim; I've had men who should know tell me that my pussy is the sweetest hole in all of Albuquerque!"

With that she stepped forward and directed her slit squarely against the youth's mouth. Her long recital of oral techniques, as well as her exciting display of her fiery slit, had aroused him to the fullest. Ordinarily he would have shrunk back from licking her pussy; he knew only too well that every man in the room had recently fucked her, that several of them, at least, had come in her, and that she had not washed the organ since his arrival. It was, in other words, an extremely gamy cunt. Nevertheless his excitement was too great to keep him from accepting the juicy, tingling morsel she offered him. He plastered his lips against her pussy and began tonguing her in exactly the way she had described: his tongue wandered back and forth from her clit to her cunt, gouging and poking all the way. He could not bring himself to lick her asshole but, due to the position she had assumed, that opening was not easily accessible anyway.

"Ahh, that's the way!" Erica muttered tensely. "My God, you've got the hang of it already! Eat me, Jim baby, eat my cunt out! Ooohh, you're all over me, you've got your tongue all over my pussy! Agghh! Owwww! My clit, you're killing my clit! Ugghh! Harder, baby, do it harder; I want to feel you tongue-fucking me deep!"

Jean knelt behind Erica and watched the youth's cock closely. She hungered to touch it, to peel back the foreskin and to expose the broad, flaring head, but she feared that a too precipitous attack might make him come too soon. Erica's hips tightened into balls of trembling muscle as she worked her pussy against his face with ever-increasing vigor. She clasped his head in her hands, holding him even more tightly against her slit, and continued to praise his skill in eating her cunt.

"My God, she's insane with lust!" Ellen muttered to Lew. "She's absolutely out of her mind! Oh, Jim, I hate to see you forced to eat her pussy!"

Although she felt a deep and very real pang of sorrow for her son, she also felt another emotion even more strongly: she felt a biting jealousy and realized that she envied Erica! Ellen's eyes widened in shock when she understood that she wished that she herself were standing in front of Jim Martin, her own son, and that she was rubbing her own pussy against his face!

"I don't really think that he's minding it too much," Lew dryly remarked. "And it looks as though both of them are going to get into the act!"

As he spoke, Erica shrieked out a garbled oath and drove her pussy against Jim's face with a hard, twisting thrust. Her cries bubbled out of her throat, deep and husky with emotion, and her cunt began pumping a spasmodic flow of clear, musky oils into the youth's lips.

"Aiieee! I'm coming, I'm coming in your mouth!" Erica cried lustily. "Ooohh, eat it, baby, eat it now! Omigod, you're sucking my heart out, you're making me come like I've never come before!"

Her excitement quickly transmitted itself to Jim and he responded in the natural way. His cock gave a leap of ecstatic joy; Jean, watching closely, knew exactly what that meant. She seized his prick, stripped back the foreskin with a quick gesture and bent over it. Her mouth was over the head of his prick even before the first jet of semen spat forth and she began forcing her head up and down his prick. Her tongue forced the tool against the roof of her mouth, trapping it in a hot, moist grip, and she swallowed hungrily as her mouth filled with his hot, salty sperm.

"Suck me!" Erica wailed. "Ooohh, suck my cunt, suck the come out of my cunt! Agghh-owwww, you're fucking me with your tongue, you're making me come all over again! Ugghh! Get it on, baby, get it on again; I can't stop coming!"

Ellen's heart almost leaped into her mouth when she saw the lusty, uninhibited pair of debauched females working her son to the highest peak of sexual excitement he had ever known. Jean reached between her thighs as she mouthed his prick; her fingers found her own hyper-excited cunt and plunged into it. She began finger-fucking madly as she continued to suck his cock and to coax even more sperm from his loins. Jim's hips tightened as he tried to lift himself off the floor and shove his prick even deeper into her mouth. Erica continued fucking herself against his mouth; she was in the throes of a second climax and her cries were even stronger now.

"My God, there's no limit to their evil!" Ellen whispered weakly. "Oh, Lew, what's happening to me? I can feel myself wanting it too! I'm getting excited while I'm watching them do those terrible things to my own son!"

"Yes, I'm excited too," Lew said, glancing down at his own stiff cock. "But are the things themselves so terrible? After all, they aren't doing anything that you and I haven't done to each other over and over!"

"All right, I guess you've got a point there," she had to admit. "But damn it, I hate to see him being forced to do it with that pair of unprincipled bitches! Ugghh! The thought of that Erica Blyden rubbing her pussy against his face!"

Lew said nothing. He had turned his eyes away from his son for a moment and had seen Kim looking at him. Her eyes, he soon realized, were fastened upon his prick; she was directly across the room and she could easily see every detail of the massive pole. There was a look of fierce, animallike hunger on her sweet, youthful face and he suddenly understood that she was fascinated with his prick! The knowledge that he was sexually interesting to his own daughter had a strange effect on him: it made him all the more excited.

"Look at Kim!" he muttered to his wife. "Isn't she looking at my cock?"

"She is!" Ellen agreed after looking over at her daughter. "My God, it looks as though she's enjoying the sight of it, too! Look at her; she's rubbing herself off! Yes, that's what she's doing; she's squeezing her thighs together and rubbing them against her pussy!"

Lew watched his daughter more closely. She was indeed forcing her thighs together with a slow, rhythmic pressure; her eyes remained focussed on her father's prick, now larger and stiffer than ever, but they had a glazed cast, as if she might not be seeing him at all. Her tongue played along her lips.

"Lock at her nipples!" Ellen muttered tensely. "See how dark and swollen they are? She's worked up, I'd swear to it! Oh, Lew, she's making herself come! She's actually doing it right before our very eyes!"

No one else noticed the girl's tension and the way she was resolving it. Al, Stevie and Frankie were all deeply engrossed in watching Erica and Jean work on Jim. Kim continued to press her thighs together and then stiffened abruptly. Her eyes slowly closed and an expression of the utmost beauty and serenity came over her face, making her even more lovely. Lew saw the spasmodic quivers racing through her muscles and knew that she was experiencing the ultimate in sexual pleasure.

"She's coming!" Ellen hissed. "God, to think that I'm sitting here beside you and watching my own daughter come! And my son is eating the pussy of one of the most depraved little bitches I've ever known! Lew, I can't take it anymore; I'm turning into a raving sexual maniac! All I want to do is fuck and suck! Mmm, I wish I could have your cock up my cunt this very moment; I'd love to feel you slicing deep into my cunt and then shooting hot, sticky come all over me! Ahh, I want it so badly!"

"I want it too," Lew muttered. "My prick's already so hard I don't think it'll ever go down! Ellen, if we ever get out of this mess I'll fuck you until my prick fuses into your cunt!"

Ellen said nothing to that; she was too intent upon watching Kim work out the last of her sexual arousal. The girl's knees were pressed tightly together and she moved slightly from side to side, as though she might be rubbing her pussy against the bare wood under her rump. After a few moments she slumped back against the wall and sighed heavily. When she opened her eyes she looked over at her mother. Their eyes met, a look of the most intimate understanding was exchanged and a new, deeper understanding sprang up between them.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Later that day, when they had had lunch and Al had again satisfied his lusts by screwing Jean vigorously, Erica approached them.

"I've got an idea," she told them as they lay together, content and satiated. "But I want to know if it's all right with you."

"Okay, what is it?" Al grunted. "I ain't fucking you no more, though; that'll have to wait for a while."

"No, it was something else," she said. "It's that girl, that Kim."

"Hey, you wanna eat her pussy!" Al chortled. "You gonna make that chick into a lezzie!"

"No, it's kookier than that," Erica said. "See, I'm sure that she's hot to get her old man's cock up her hole. And he's so fucking horny I'll bet he'd probably do it to her without too much coaxing. So how about if I took them off in one of the back rooms and put them to it?"

"Hey, that'd be pretty good!" Jean murmured. "Yeah, if we could get them into fucking with each other, that'd really tie 'em in knots! And the old lady, I'd bet almost anything she's got the hots for that kid of hers!"

"Probably so," Erica agreed, "but let's leave that till later, huh? For right now, let's just work on Lew and Kim."

"It don't matter none to me," Al told her. "Hell, you can get the whole damned family into a daisy chain for all I care! But honey, you'd better go with 'em, just to make sure they don't skip out the window or something stupid like that. Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll go with 'em," Jean agreed. "And you needn't worry about them splitting I'll tell 'em both that if they get away the first thing we're gonna do is waste the old lady and the kid. That oughtta keep 'em close to home!"

"They're going to be too busy balling each other to worry about cutting out," Erica promised. "You watch and see; they'll take to each other in no time at all!"

Jean detached herself from Al with only a slight trace of regret. The prospect of putting a father and daughter together and forcing them into an incestuous act played upon her naturally lascivious appetite and lent a new spring to her walk. Jean went over to Kim and motioned her onto her feet.

"You come with me," she gruffly ordered. Erica collected Lew and led him back to one of the small bedrooms off the main room of the lodge. There was only a tiny window in the room, so small that he would have had difficulty in squeezing through it, even if he had been willing to risk the drop of nearly twenty feet down to the steep, rocky slope running beside the lodge.

"What are you intending now?" he asked Erica, fixing a witheringly scornful look on her. "What kind of wickedness have you got in mind?"

"The first thing is a lecture," Jean told him, closing the door behind her after she had ushered Kim into the room. "And the lecture is this: if you try cutting out of here, like through that window, we ain't gonna come looking for you. We'll just tie your wife and son, and the girl here, if she don't cut out too, we'll tie 'em up all together and then we'll douse the place in gasoline. And before we leave we'll be sure to drop a match where it'll do the most good."

"I won't leave," Lew promised, shuddering at the thought of his family being burned alive. "I won't try to leave, you can rest assured of that."

"Yeah, but I'll rest a lot happier if I know I've got some squeeze on you," Jean sneered. "And right now we've got a lot of squeeze!"

"I won't try anything," Lew insisted.

"Okay, okay, I ain't deaf!" Jean told him impatiently.

"Why have you brought us back here?" Kim asked. "What's the point to this? What do you intend doing with us?"

"Just gonna have a little fun," Jean said. "It'll be fun for all bf us, I'll guarantee you that! The first thing is, we'll get your old man spread out here on this bed. Come on, Dad, on your back!"

Les hesitated for a moment but he saw that there was no alternative. He knew full well that if he tried resisting the woman, or thwarting her in any way, she would merely call in Al and he would then be forced to do her bidding. Sighing in despair, he lay back on the bed as instructed.

"Get your hands up behind your head," Jean told him. "Yeah, way up, 'way up high so they'll be out of the way. That's better."

He clasped his hands behind his head and consciously willed himself to lie very still. Kim looked down at him with ill-disguised interest; being so close to his naked, lust-inflamed prick made her pussy throb and ache with sensual longing. Jean sat beside him and took his cock in her hand.

"We thought you might like to learn a little more about cocks and stuff like that," Jean said to the wide-eyed girl. "And since I ain't seen many that look any better than his, I thought we might as well use him for the guinea pig. Unless you'd rather us bring your brother in? No? Okay, we'll go with the old man then. Not that he's all that old; he can still get it up pretty good, you see. Ever give a guy a hand job? You know, jack him off till he shoots come all over the place?"

"No," Kim said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Well, we ain't gonna give him a hand job," Jean said. "We're gonna show you how you can have a lot of fun with him. But you might be hung up with all that crap about incest, I don't know, so I'm gonna show you how you can ball a guy and still not fuck him. How'd that be?"

"I... I don't know," Kim whispered.

"Well, if he don't get his cock up your cunt then it ain't a fuck," Jean reasoned. "And if it ain't a fuck, then it ain't incest, right? So you can take this lesson here and use it but you still won't get into the incest stuff!"

"Kim, I'm sorry about all this!" Lew began. "I don't know how..."

Jean cut him off by taking his balls in her hand and squeezing them lightly. Lew's words were choked off as the pain spread over his groin.

"You just keep your yap shut till somebody asks you to open it," Jean told him. "Sound off again and I'll squeeze your nuts together till they're mush!"

"It's all right, Daddy," Kim told him. "I don't mind; just don't do anything to make them hurt you."

"Yeah, she's got the right idea," Jean muttered approvingly. "Now, honey, I want you to kneel over him with your little honeypot right down here over that cock of his. Yeah, that's the way, get over him and let yourself down till your pussy rubs against his cock."

Kim assumed the dictated position. Her hot, moist pussy, alive and tingling with passionate arousal, fitted down against his cock as though the two organs had been expressly designed for each other. Kim squirmed to and fro slightly and succeeded in getting her father's prick in the most exquisite place of all: the bulbous, flaring tip of his tool lay snugly between the lips of her pussy, right against the mouth of her cunt.

"Get the head of his dick down right up against the rim of your cunt," Jean told her.

"Make it fit there like a ball in a socket."

"It's there, oh, it's there already!" Kim breathed ecstatically.

"Okay, kid, we'll just let old Mother Nature take over now!" Jean replied. "You turn loose of everything and let your cunt tell you what to do!"

Kim needed no such instructions. By taking the position which Jean had dictated, she had brought the head of her father's prick into close, ultra-intimate contact with the rim of her cunt; the position had also ensured that the lips of her pussy, along with her hyper-excited clitoris, rubbed firmly against Lew's belly. The girl began weaving back and forth and pressing her pussy down even harder against him. The cunty oils which her excitement had generated flooded out of her hole, coating his prick with a clear, sweetly scented lubricant; her flesh easily slid back and forth over his and generated the required friction.

"Ooohh! Ahhh!" Kim moaned, increasing the tempo of her hips and pressing even harder against her father's prick and belly.

"You feel his cock, do you?" Jean asked, watching closely. "Yeah, you've got the right idea there, girl; just let that twat of yours have its head and you'll be diddling yourself right outta your fucking mind!"

"Ugghh! Ooohh, Daddy, it's so good!" Kim whimpered. "It's so fucking good; it's making my pussy feel like it never felt before! Agghh, I want it to last forever.! Mmmm, it's killing me; it's making me so fucking horny I don't know what to do!"

"Just keep giving yourself the rub," Jean muttered heatedly. "Keep it up, kid, keep on giving him the rub! Pretty soon you'll be coming and then he'll come too! Yeah, he'll shoot his nuts off all over that pussy of yours; there'll be come all over your buzzer and pussy! Keep it up, honey, keep it up and you'll be coming too!"

Jean had hardly noticed that Erica's hand had slid up the inside of her thigh as she gave the instructions to Kim. When she finally realized what the girl was doing, Erica had shoved two fingers up her cunt and was strumming her clitoris with her thumb. Jean looked down, saw that Erica was fingerfucking her, and grasped the girl's hand in her own. She held the hand closely against her cunt and began a slow, sensual fucking motion.

"Ooohh, wow, you're really in there!" she grunted in her hoarse, passion-distorted voice. "Agghh, honey, you're making me wanna come all over myself!"

Erica soon tired of fingerfucking the woman and twisted about until she was in a position enabling her to bring her lips to bear against the lower part of Jean's belly. Jean understood the import of her shift and quickly straddled her face, lowering herself enough to bring her pussy into contact with Erica's questing lips and tongue.

"By God, a really pussy lapper!" she exclaimed as the girl began running her tongue up and down her slit. "Agghh, get it on, honey, eat that cunt out! Wow, you're really something else! Come on, honey, dig in deep!"

After a moment, Jean found it impossible to resist the treat spread out before her. She was looking down, directly into the apex of Erica's widespread thighs, and the inflamed, heated look of the girl's pussy overwhelmed her with lusty desires.

"Okay, Goddamn you, I guess I'm just a crotch muncher too," Jean murmured with a small sigh. "Here, honey, I'll eat it for you; I never could pass up a good, hot pussy!"

She bent forward and buried her face between Erica's outstretched thighs. Erica immediately grunted into Jean's cunt, making a muffled sound of joy, and began sucking even more frantically. She also began grinding her hips to and fro so as to work her pussy against the woman's mouth with all the power the could muster.

Neither Kim nor Lew paid much attention to their antics. Kim was aware of nothing but the frightful, throbbing ache between her thighs and Lew wanted nothing more than a continuation of the status quo. Her hot, wet cunt had effectively trapped his cock against his belly and when he lifted his hips, causing his prick to slide up his belly and against her pussy, the sensation was almost identical to going into a tight, juicy cunt.

"Unngghh!" He moaned. "God, I'm a bastard for enjoying this but I can't stop, Kim, I honestly can't stop!"

"Don't stop, Daddy," the girl grunted. "Don't even think about stopping! Ooohh, it feels so good, it's making me want to come more than ever! Ahh, your cock, your prick, it's so big, so big and hot! Oooohh, I love it, I love it more than anything! Just keep on doing it to me, Daddy; I'll never want it with anybody else if you'll just keep on doing it!"

Lew had felt a slight twinge of remorse when the girl had settled herself over him but as soon as her overheated pussy had made contact with his stiff cock he had forgotten about his misgivings. He wanted only to prolong the deliciously pleasing sensation. Kim's excited hip wiggles caused her pussy to move against his cock in a bewildering variety of ways. He groaned and heaved upward against her, causing his prick to slither up the furrow of her pussy and slide against her clitoris; the contact brought a squeal of agonized pleasure to her lips.

"Anngghh-owww!" she wailed. "Ooohh, it's here, Daddy, I'm coming! Ooohh, you're making me come! Ugghh! It's tearing my cunt out; I'll never stop coming! Ahhh, keep on fucking me, Daddy, don't ever stop, you're making it so good!"

Her pussy began drenching him with hot, musky oils fresh from the depths of her cunt. He fucked back and forth faster than ever until finally he felt his balls leap within their bag. Giving a mighty grunt, he seized her hips and held her down tightly as he writhed and ground against her.

"Oooohh, you're making me come!" he roared. "Ugghh, Kim, you're dragging the come out of my balls! Ahhh, you're pulling the come out of me!"

His cock's head was less than an inch from her clitoris when the long, gushing spasms began. The first steaming jet of semen washed against her clitoris; Kim felt it with an exquisite, total awareness. It was as if someone had suddenly dropped boiling oil upon her pussy. She went wild with joy and began twisting and heaving against him with abandoned joy. His prick continued to spit out thick gobs of sperm and she held her pussy closely against his belly, rubbing the lips in the widening pool of lusty cream.

"Hey, I believe they've struck oil!" Jean said, lifting her mouth up from Erica's still quivering pussy.

They had sucked each other into a long, shuddering orgasm; paroxysms of passionate joy had poured from their cunts and inundated their mouths. Jean wearily climbed off Erica and they sat side by side, watching intently as Kim continued to weave back and forth on her father's loins. She was experiencing pleasure of the strongest possible sort, even though his prick was still outside her cunt; Lew's gushing climax had set off another orgasmic surge within her loins and her cries of lustful joy echoed around the room.

Jean reached between the girl's legs and ran her hand under her lovemound. Her fingers found the pool of warm semen and she smiled broadly. She rubbed her finger over Kim's throbbing clitoris, bringing another moan of joy to her lips, and then removed her hand. She waited patiently until the girl had exhausted the sexual tension within her cunt, then leaped forward to whisper in her ear.

"You made him come!" she told the girl. "I felt it down there; you got him to creaming! Think of it, his come's all over his belly, all over your pussy; it's mixed up with your own come! Remember when you sucked him off before? When I took the blindfold off and you saw that you had his cock in your mouth? Remember how good it tasted then? You could have the same thing right now! Yeah, you could get off him and get down there and lick all that hot, salty cream off his cock and belly! You could get him heated up again to where he wouldn't have any choice; he'd have to get his dick up your cunt! And then you could get a nice, long fuck from him! Think about that, honey; that great big cock of his, hard as a rock and so big it makes your heart sink just to see it, all that prick going up your cunt!" Kim's face grew distorted with passion as she listened to Jean's words. She hated the woman for making the suggestions, yet her heart leaped wildly when she heard the obscene proposals. It was as though Jean had looked directly into her very brain and had read her innermost cravings. Even though she had come twice, both of them powerful orgasms which had reached the depths of her being, she was not satisfied; she intuitively knew that the lasting, ultimate satisfaction would be hers only when she felt her father's prick splitting her cunt apart and probing deep inside, showering the inner tunnel with the hot spray of orgiastic joy.

Jean's perverted suggestions acted upon her like an aphrodisiac. Kim's pussy still rested against her father's cock; she was still exquisitely aware of its bulk and warmth, even though his orgasm had resulted in a certain loss of hardness. The memory of his come, so strong and hot, festered in her brain and lent further strength to the sensual longings she still felt deep inside her body. She moved back and forth slightly, rubbing her flesh against his, and felt the longings grow' even more insistent and pressing as her responses intensified.

"Oooohh, I can't help it!" she cried out as she scrambled off him. "I can't help it, Daddy, I've got to do it to you!" She fell upon his prick and jammed the head of the tool into her mouth. Her hot, grasping lips closed over the knobby head and her tongue curled lovingly around the shaft, sucking eagerly at the coating of sensual oils upon it. Lew grunted out fiercely but could not find the strength to push her away; in truth, he too wanted her to suck his prick. Kim's lips worked over every inch of his cock, licking it clean, and then moved down to cover his belly too. She lapped the sperm off him, finding that the distinctive flavor of her cunty juices added a definite piquancy to the thick cream; immediately her pussy began throbbing heavily.

"Get over him!" Jean muttered into her ear as she continued to run her lips over his belly. "Get your pussy over his face and let him eat it for you! He'll suck that sweet hole of yours until you're red hot for his prick! It'll make you feel his cock even better when he shoves it up your cunt!"

Kim found herself a slave to the woman's suggestions. No matter how obscene her suggestions, she found herself wanting to submit to them. Accordingly she twisted about on the bed and straddled her father's face. Lew's head swam with passionate arousal when he saw his daughter's pussy at close range; the wet, matted hair framed the small-lipped slit enticingly and the ropy strands of sperm smeared over the dark gash only made it all the more succulent. He hesitated for only a few seconds before reaching up to frame the puffy, swollen fold of flesh with his hands. He pried the slit apart, exposing the inner lips; they came into view shyly but proudly. Her clitoris sat at the lips' apex, a tiny bud of nervous feeling, and he felt an irresistible urge to put his tongue to that pink, distended cone.

"Mmmm! Glllbb!" Kim groaned when she felt his tongue playing over her clitoris; the contact sent an electric jolt of pleasure pounding through her cunt.

She had his prick in her mouth at the same time and reacted by sending her lips far down the thick, bulky shaft. The head plunged into her throat and her hand closed around the remainder in a desperate grasp. She cupped his heavy balls in her free hand, cradling the big eggs; her tongue went wild with anticipation and slid around the shaft in a hot, liquid embrace.

"Jack him off while you're sucking him!" Jean whispered encouragingly. "Pump that fist up and down his cock so he'll think he's fucking you already! That's the way to get his hard in a hurry, honey; it won't be long till he's worked up again and then he can drive it up your cunt! Feel his tongue? See how hot he is to do it all to you?"

She had not missed her guess about Lew's excitement. Once he had tasted of his daughter's hot little pussy he could not control his tongue. He licked her from clit to cunt, plunging deep into the fragrant, trembling hole, and he sucked the loose flesh of her pussy deep into his mouth. She groaned savagely and pressed her loins against his face with desperate strength; she felt another climax taking shape deep in her loins and knew that he could coax it to a full, boiling completion simply by continuing to suck and lick her pussy. Jean was not deceived, however; she understood the girl's state of mind all too well and pushed her off his face with a rude shove.

"No you don't," she muttered. "I wanna see him drive the prong up your hole! C'mon, lay back there and let him give you the fucking you've been wanting all along! Get between her legs and fuck!"

"Ooohh, hurry and do it!" Kim pleaded, falling back and spreading her legs wide apart as she clawed feverishly at her hyper-excited slit. "Agghh, I need it, Daddy, I need your cock! Mmm, I'm dying to fuck, I've got to have your cock in my cunt!"

Lew's prick had grown to a truly lusty state, due to her excited sucking, and his balls were as hard as rocks. He could not have resisted her under any circumstances and he was quick to crawl into place. Jean chortled lewdly as he knelt between her cocked knees; Kim reached down to take his prick and guide it between the fervently throbbing lips of her pussy.

"Omigod, it's so big, so fucking big!" she moaned as she pressed his cock into the mouth of her cunt. "Ooohh, don't fuck me too hard, Daddy, I'm afraid it's going to tear me in two! Agghh, I want it, I want it all!"

There was nothing false about her contradictory pleas. In her overly excited condition, his prick seemed to be as large as a fire plug, and a part of her mind trembled at the thought of having so huge an organ thrust into her tender cunt, yet the rest of her mind and all her body hungered for the penetrating thrust. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything and she could no more have concealed her desire for him than she could have made her heart stop thudding.

"C'mon, sock it to her," Jean urged crudely. "She might as well get it now; it won't get smaller if you hold off on it I" Part of his cock was already in her cunt. Kim had seen to that, writhing upward with her loins and forcing her cunt's mouth around the head of his prick. Lew groaned as he felt that tight, hot, muscle-rimmed opening slide around his tool and he bent forward, shoving another inch of the prong into her slit. Kim screamed with delight and locked her heels together behind his back. She dug her fingers into his sides and tried to pull him bodily into her. Her hips tightened convulsively as she lurched against him.

"Anngghh! You're going in!" she wailed. "Ooohh, I feel it going in, it's going up my cunt! Owwww! Daddy, you're fucking me, you're fucking my cunt! Ooohh, it's up my cunt and I'm coming already!"

She did not exaggerate a bit. Lew found it impossible to keep from kissing the breast which she thrust into his mouth as her passion mounted ever higher; his teeth gnashed the swollen, red-hot nipple and she crushed the breast against his face. Her belly quivered as she pulled away from him and then lurched upward again; he matched his motions to hers and as her hips came up he launched his prick deep into her cunt with a hard, twisting thrust. Impaled upon his rod, the girl shuddered violently and squeezed even harder with her thighs. Long hours of practice in the pool had toned and strengthened the muscles of her body, especially in her legs, and he felt as though a gigantic vise had clamped around him.

"Keep it up!" he grunted out. "Keep grinding it against me; I know I can come again if you'll only work that cunt against my cock some more! Ooohh, Kim, you're fucking my prick off!"

"Do it to me, Daddy, do it harder!" the girl gasped. "Unngghh, I'm coming already; you're fucking the come out of me! Ahhh, your cock's in so far, it's so big! I'm coming more than ever; I never felt it like this! Ooohh, keep working it up my cunt and I'll come forever!"

Long, tingling waves of orgasmic joy rippled through her cunt and over her loins as he pistoned his prick in and out of her trembling cunt. She discovered that the higher she raised her legs, the deeper his prick bored and she brought her legs up until her knees were almost behind his shoulders. She continued to shake her rump from side to side, making his prick rotate and wiggle within her tunnel. He probed deep, deeper than anyone had ever been before; the tight, virginal flesh parted reluctantly and then closed tightly around his cock as he plowed into her body.

Jean and Erica were both transfixed by the powerful display of erotic abandon. They watched closely and the girl's frantic cries of sensual delight affected them deeply. Jean knelt upon the bed and reached between her thighs, hooking both index fingers into the mouth of her cunt and grasping her clitoris between her thumbs. Erica lay on her side; she reached around her rump and attacked her pussy from the rear, sinking two fingers into the juicy opening and starting a slow, back-and-forth movement just as though she had a fully aroused man between her legs. Neither Lew nor Kim showed the slightest awareness of their presence, much less of their activities: they were intent upon each other and concentrated solely upon satisfying their own hungers.

Lew could feel his balls gathering force for another orgasm and he did everything in his power to hasten the explosion. He caught up Kim's legs, hooking his elbows behind her knees to bring her rump up even higher, and lay over her with his cock pointed almost straight down into her poised cunt. He supported his weight on his hands and the balls of his feet, being fully extended over her, and bobbed up and down as he worked his prick in and out of her slit. Kim squealed with pleasure at the new position, which brought his cock into close, intimate contact with parts of her cunt it had barely scraped before, and reached between their bodies to stroke her fervently throbbing clitoris. His balls, packed now with steaming sperm, banged lustily against her asshole and lent an added fillip of joy to her sensations.

"Ooohh, you're in so deep!" she muttered weakly. "Mmm, Daddy, you're fucking my heart out! Ahhh, I feel it all over my body; it's like I was filled with your lovely cock! Oh, won't you come? I want to feel you shooting hot come deep inside; I want to feel you blasting me with love!"

"Unnggh, I'm going to come!" he groaned.

"Just keep working it against me, baby; I'm going to come again!"

When his balls finally released their load of semen with an energetic spurt, Kim went wild with joy. Although she had felt him shoot off in her mouth and had loved the feeling then, she felt an even stronger surge of pleasure when she felt his mammoth cock begin spurting hot, sticky jets of cream into the most intimate part of her body. He rammed the gushing tool in to the hilt, crushing the lips of her pussy and her clitoris against the base of the tool, and hung against her as his prick coughed and spewed. Due to his earlier climax, he was not able to give her a vast amount of the hot, thick cream she wanted but even so her cries of delight amply testified to her approval of his effort.

"OwwW, I feel it!" she grunted savagely. "Omigod, you're in so far; you've fucked a hole in my cunt! Mmm, you're coming; I feel your cock shooting come all over me!"

Jean and Erica masturbated themselves to a strong climax; it was not difficult to achieve a high degree of success, due to the animated and lively way in which Lew and Kim went at each other. They worked their hands deeper into their lively cunts, coaxed out another flood of orgiastic oils and slumped back in triumph. They watched father and daughter grind their way through the last phases of their fuck and grinned at each other. After a moment Jean got off the bed and stood beside it.

"We'll leave you two lovebirds to it," she told them as they collapsed against each other with panting moans of joy. "Just keep in mind what we said about leaving we'll burn the damned place down and everybody that's in it if you even get your head out the window!"

"I'm not going to leave and neither is Kim," Lew wearily promised.

Jean and Erica left them alone. When the pair had left the room, closing the door behind them, Lew looked down at his daughter. She had a look of the utmost beauty on her face, a look compounded of satisfaction and happiness.

"Darling, darling Kim, what on earth have I done!" he murmured wonderingly. "Is all this really happening?"

"It's happening," she told him. "Oh, is it ever happening! Wow, I never even once imagined that a fuck could be so good! Oohh, Daddy, you mustn't get uptight about what you did; I loved it, every minute of it! I guess I've always wanted to make it with you and now I have I don't regret even a second of it!"

"But, baby, fathers aren't supposed to do things like that to their daughters," he protested.

"Bullshit, I don't see anything wrong with it," she said with a soft laugh. "And I sure saw a lot that was right about it! Mmmm, I thought I was going to come forever! Do you always fuck Mom like that? No wonder she married you!"

"Come on, you can't go around saying things like that," Lew said with a worried glance at his unrepentant daughter.

"I'm not going to say them out in public," she announced, "but I don't see why I can't say them to you. They're the truth; I'm not ashamed of the fact that I've had a fuck with my father and that I loved it!"

"But, honey, it's just not right!"

"Bullshit again!" she retorted in a sprightly tone. "I had your cock in my cunt and my mouth and I'm telling you that I didn't feel a thing wrong with it! Oohh, Daddy, if you only knew how much I've wanted to do all these things with you, if you knew how often I've done it to myself and thought of your lovely prick, you wouldn't be that way! You'd want to do it to me over and over!"

Lew found that he could not convince his daughter of her error and, more surprisingly, he also found that a very significant part of his being agreed with her. As he rolled off her and slipped onto his back, bringing his cock out of her cunt with a wet, squishy sound, he began wondering if perhaps his own moral code had been irreparably warped by the things he had been forced to do.


CHAPTER NINE

Jena went over to Al as soon as she emerged from the room in which she had left Lew and Kim. He looked up expectantly as she came toward him.

"Man, it was out of sight!" she chortled. "It didn't take long at all; that chick was really hot for her old man!"

"And you just loved getting them together," he guessed. "You and your buddy both, I reckon, you both dug it all the way."

"Sure, it was a real blast," Jean said.

"And now you wanna get the old lady and her kid, get them to making it too," Al went on.

"Hey, you really know me inside out!" Jean exclaimed. "Yeah, man, that's just exactly what I was gonna ask you about!"

"Sure, do whatever you like," he said. "It don't mean dick to me. But wait a minute: what about that dude and his chick? You left them there in that room alone?"

"Cool it, Al, that window's barely big enough to see through," she told him. "And it's twenty feet to the ground. Besides, I told them both that if they tried to split we'd tie up the old lady and the kid and leave 'em here while we set fire to the place. It scared him shitless; he ain't gonna move!"

"Okay, that's cool," Al agreed. "But you better remember this: if there's any cops around there's gonna be hell to pay 'cause I ain't going back to do no more time. And even if you do get out of it alive, they'll sock you away for a good, long spell. So you got a lot at stake here too, honey."

"I know it," Jean agreed. "They ain't gonna do nothing."

She turned away and went over to Ellen, where she motioned her onto her feet. Erica joined them and they walked over to Jim, who still sat against the rear wall of the lodge. He watched them approach; the sight of three naked women, all attractive, turned his prick into a rod of hard, throbbing flesh.

"C'mon, buddy boy, get your ass and that prong of yours up," Jean told him. "We got plans for you."

"Wh-what are you going to do?" he stammered, eyeing them nervously.

"What's it matter, what we're going to do?" Jean snapped crossly. "We're still gonna do it, that's for sure! Here, let's go in that room over there."

She pointed out another sleeping cubicle at the opposite end of the lodge from the bedroom Lew and Kim still shared. As they marched toward it Ellen felt the tug of warring emotions within her breast. She had heard the lusty cries, the agonized moans, which has issued from the room where Jean had taken her son and daughter; she had a very clear idea of what had happened in that room. She immediately concluded that she and Jim were being taken to another bedroom in order that they too might be forced into an incestuous act.

Ellen felt her pussy warm and moisten when she thought of what she might be told to do; she felt an intense yearning to have her son's prick driven far up her cunt, or perhaps thrust into her mouth. At the same time she also felt a strong sense of disgust with herself for even thinking such thoughts. She too had inherited all the mores against incest, yet she found her pussy throbbing powerfully when she glanced down at his enormous, swollen cock and imagined it spearing into her loins.

"Get on the bed," Jean said to Erica. "This time I'll let you get in the act a little more. Get on your side and pull your knees up. And you, buddy boy, you snuggle down there right behind her with your prick up to her rump, just like you were gonna shaft her from the rear."

Erica squealed happily as she assumed the required position. When she pulled her knees up, Ellen caught a glimpse of her pussy; the scarlet-lipped gash glowed with sensual heat.

"Okay, Momma," Jean said, looking to Ellen, "I want you to get up there on the bed with 'em and aim that prick of his right into the heart of her cunt! Yeah, you can put it in for him, just to make sure that he's going in right!"

Ellen blanched at the thought. She detested Erica with all her might and the prospect of having to put her son's magnificent cock into the girl's slit filled her with disgust. Even so, she scrambled to obey; she too knew that it would be fruitless to try defying her captors. She got beside Erica and took Jim's cock in her hand. The warmth, the throbbing rigidity of the tool made her pussy ache all the more.

"Uh, you're going to have to scoot down toward the foot of the bed a little," she said to her son, who was deeply embarrassed at having his mother watch the act. "It won't go in at this angle."

Jim obediently moved farther down so that his prick was aiming at more of an upright angle. Erica rolled slightly onto her back and spread her upper leg wide, allowing Ellen to reach between her legs and guide the big rod into place. She peeled back the foreskin, trembling with eagerness as she watched the salmon-hued head appear. Jean watched her through narrowed, thoughtful eyes and spoke just as she was ready to put his cock between the lips of Erica's pussy.

"Stop!" she called out. "Give him a little head first; get him wetted up good so he'll slide up her cunt without any trouble. Go on, get down there and suck him a little get him good 'n wet!"

"Hey, I don't need that!" Erica protested. "Jeez, I'm already as hot as I can be; that cock of his will go in without any trouble at all!"

"Shut up," Jean snapped. "I told you to give him a suck and a suck is what you're gonna give him, old lady! Now get on with it!"

Ellen inhaled heavily. She could not bring herself to look into Jim's eyes; whether because of her shame at what she was about to do or because of her distress with herself for wanting to do it, she could not bear to look at him. She closed her eyes and ran her lips down over her son's cock. Jim groaned and thrust forward involuntarily, shoving a good four inches of his stiffened tool deep into his mother's hot, eager mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the lively rod and caressed it as loving as she could. She would gladly have sucked him to the climax except that Jean peremptorily ordered her to relinquish the tool and to aim it back into Erica's waiting pussy.

"Go on, spread the lips with one hand and aim him into the hole with the other," Jean ordered. "Shit, you've felt a pussy before; you know how the cock goes into one of them slits!"

Ellen gulped and reluctantly reached out to spread the lips of Erica's pussy apart. The thick, puffy flaps fell apart easily, exposing the crescent-shaped hole designed for the male organ. She trembled as she guided Jim's cock into the hole and a pang went through her heart when she saw the head disappear into the girl's cunt.

"You're in her now," she murmured. "G-go ahead, son!"

"Wow, is he ever in me!" Erica groaned. "Omigod, he's a fucking stallion, a studhorse, that's what he is! Oh wow, has he ever got a cock on him! Mmm, drive it up the chute, Jim; I'll show you how a cunt can make your hair stand up on your head!"

"Okay, you get down there and lick on his balls," Jean muttered to Ellen. "Yeah, give him the works! And don't forget her buzzer give her a few jabs of your tongue right on the clit!"

"Huh?" Ellen blurted out. "You mean... to her?"

"Hell yes, to her! Ain't you ever licked a pussy before? I bet there's been plenty of men that's licked yours, so now you can just give a little of it back! Go on, get in there and lick 'em both to a come!"

Ellen's head swam and she felt a distinctly nauseous sensation as she looked down at Erica's pussy. The sight of Jim's big prick spearing into the taut hole sent another wave of sensual power flooding over her body, however, and overcame the nausea she felt. She sighed and bent down to place her face between Erica's parted thighs. The scent of raw, steaming sex overwhelmed her with emotion and she found it much easier to comply with Jean's obscene directions.

She took one of Jim's balls into her mouth, rolled it over her tongue and then tried to get the other egg into her lips at the same time. They were too large for that and she had to content herself with sucking them separately. He groaned fiercely as he felt her lips playing over his sack, licking at the base of his prick and searching out every exciting surface for further treatment. His rapid in and out thrusts had coated his cock with Erica's passionate oils and they worked upon Ellen's senses too; she found them highly intoxicating and after a moment the prospect of licking the girl's pussy seemed far less formidable. Her lips moved from Jim's cock to Erica's pussy by a natural progression and soon she found herself licking them indiscriminately.

"Ooohh, they're both at it!" Erica cried out in sensual joy. "She's eating my pussy and he's fucking it! Unngghh, they're killing me!"

"Ugghh! Ahhhh!" Jim grunted as he pounded his cock into Erica's wet, grasping cunt. "Oooohh, it's making me come!"

Jean leaned closer, observing carefully, and after a moment she pulled Ellen's face away from the coupled sexual orgasm. Ellen looked up mutely; she saw an unholy light playing in the woman's lively eyes. Jean's eyes bored in upon Jim's thick cock and when she saw him draw back for the final thrust that would produce the gushing climax, she tipped Erica's rump forward. The shift was enough to make Jim's cock pop out of her cunt he had withdrawn almost completely in order to make the final drive a memorable one and it emerged wet and hot..

"Now grab him!" Jean hissed to Ellen. "Jerk him off and suck him at the same time! Go on, give him a blow job now!"

Ellen's mind was so overwhelmed with sexual stimulation that she needed no more encouragement than that. She quickly grabbed her son's prick and pumped it vigorously, guiding it toward her mouth at the same time. He cried out in delirious pleasure and thrust forward, fucking into her hand and then into her lips. As he plunged into her mouth, his prick began belting out tremendous gobs of scalding sperm; they burst into his mother's mouth with all the force his youthful balls could produce.

"Agghh!" Erica cried out. "He's out, he's out of my cunt! Get him in, put him back in, damn you!"

Jean hushed her insistent demands by reaching in and jamming two fingers into her twitching cunt. Erica screamed out in joy and began humping against the woman's hand. Ellen sucked as hard as she could and swallowed rapidly in an effort to take every drop of her son's ejaculation. She continued working her mouth against his cock as she swallowed; the jets gushed out stronger and stronger and she began to wonder if they would never cease. She had become accustomed to Lew's ejaculatory pattern and had forgotten that a highly virile young man in the peak of physical condition, like Jim, could shoot sperm for a much longer period than a man in his forties. She greedily accepted all the bountiful manna, to be sure; she became so engrossed in the pleasure of sucking his prick that she entirely forgot about her own needs. At one time her pussy had throbbed almost as if it had been dealt a heavy blow but in the excitement generated by Jim's tremendous climax she forgot about her slit.

"Yeah, you just like to eat come!" Jean muttered, watching her face register approving emotions. "You might say that it's all wrong to go down on your own kid but, damn you, when you get a mouthful of it you suck away just like any other cunt!"

Ellen ignored the woman's taunts and gave herself over to making Jim's satisfaction as complete as possible. Her hand continued to stroke the pumping shaft and her tongue pressed the head of his prick even more firmly against the roof of her mouth. Even when the tool had ceased its spurting and lay quietly in her lips, she caressed it orally.

"AH right, all right, that's enough," Jean gruffly ordered, pushing her away from the exhausted prick. "Whaddaya wanna do? Eat it to a pulp? And besides, there's some more things I've got lined up for you to do you ain't through yet, not by a long shot!"

"I might have known it," Ellen bitterly murmured. "It would take much more than this to exhaust your depravity, wouldn't it?"

Her answer was a ringing slap across the face that made her ears ring. Jean knelt, poised and ready in case she had to strike again, but Ellen lowered her head in submission.

"That's better," Jean snarled. "I'm the boss here; I call the tune and don't you ever forget it! Now I just gave you a break; I let you suck the kid off, didn't I? Wasn't that what you were hot for? Yeah, you don't have to answer that one; I know the answer already!"

Jim lay back and watched the exchange. He had scarcely known when his cock had shifted from Erica's cunt to his mother's mouth and now that he knew what had happened, he felt a strange sense of unease. He too knew that any kind of sexual interest in his mother was taboo, yet he also remembered the savagely thrilling pleasure her mouth had given him. In spite of his inhibitions, he began to wonder if her cunt would be as hot, as tight and grasping, as totally satisfying, as her mouth had been.

"You ever eat a pussy?" Jean asked, looking over at him. "I mean, apart from that time that the chick here fed it to you?"

"No, I never did that," he said.

"Okay, get set for it," Jean told him. "You're gonna eat one of us! But you won't know which one; I'm gonna get that blindfold again and fix it so you won't be able to tell."

"I'll get it," Erica offered. "Let me do it."

"Okay, so do it," Jean shrugged. "Just get a move on, will you?"

She watched the girl hurry out of the room and sighed wearily.

"A cunt like that, I don't make her out at all," she muttered. "She acts like she's got some class, you know? Her family, they must be loaded, huh?"

"Yes, they're quite wealthy," Ellen said.

"Okay, so what makes her act like such a cunt?" Jean asked. "Me, I can see it; men have been fucking around with me ever since I started growing a set of knockers. But her, she ain't never had it rough; I bet she's had everything she ever wanted, right? And she gets her kicks by hanging around a bunch of thugs!"

"I don't know what goes through her mind," Ellen admitted. "Certainly I've never seen her act that way before."

"Ah, some chicks, they're just born to be whores," Jean said. "Maybe all she needed was a chance to let it come out. Well, she hangs around this bunch very long, we'll give her all the kicks she can stand!" Erica returned with the scrap of shirt and Jean fastened it around Jim's face, threatening him with the direct consequences if he failed to comply with her orders. She made the threat she had made to Lew, promising to crush his balls if he failed to go along with her will, and Ellen added a plea for him to do exactly what the woman ordered.

"They're deadly serious," she said. "I really think they'd kill us all for almost no reason at all."

"You just keep thinking that way," Jean said, smiling happily, "and you'll get out of this fine!"

"Are you really going to go away and leave us?" Ellen asked.

"Sure, why not?" Jean asked. "As long as you behave yourselves, that is. We ain't real hot to waste nobody there ain't nothing like a killing to get the cops uptight, especially if it's some rich bastard that gets it and probably in a few days the heat will cool off. Then we'll split and go on our way. Things'll be just like they were before."

"No, I don't think they'll ever be exactly like they were before," Ellen murmured. "Not ever!"

"Yeah, you might be right," Jean said, giving her an understanding look. Then she looked down at Jim and addressed him in a harsher tone. "Okay, buddy boy, one of us is gonna straddle your face and feed you some pussy! All you got to do is make your tongue act like a cock and try to do some high-class fucking! When you feel it up against your mouth, start to work!"

With that she motioned to Ellen, signaling for her to mount the youth. Ellen sucked in a breath and prepared to utter a stinging rebuke; Jean doubled her fist together and drew it back in a menacing fashion. Ellen closed her mouth and nodded her acquiescence. She eased herself into place over her son's head and lowered her pussy until it was only inches from his mouth.

"Okay, it's pretty close to you," Jean said. "Smell it? Man, there ain't nothing smells like a fever-hot pussy! Not even a fish factory, it don't have quite the same smell. Are you getting a whiff of it?"

"Y-y-yes, I can smell it," Jim mumbled.

"And what does it make you think of?" she demanded. "What kind of ideas are in your head right now?"

"It... it makes me think of sex!" he replied. "It puts horny ideas in my head!"

"Careful, now, that might be your old lady's snatch you're sniffing," Jean reminded him." 'Course you can't tell one from another; all pussies are about the same, except for some little differences. Some don't taste very good but some of 'em, they're just like little honey pots! That sister of yours, I bet she's got one of the real sweet ones. Want me to go get her? She'd love to hang her twat over your chops!"

"No! I'll do it," Jim cried out. "Leave Kim out of it!"

"She's already into it," Jean told him. "But okay, we'll go with what we got right here. Jump in there, kid, and have yourself a mouthful of snatch!"

Ellen's pussy had been growing hotter and more alive with sensual feeling by the second. Being poised over his lips and only inches away, she was intensely aware of him. She found it more and more difficult to hold herself back; she wanted to plunge her slit down against his lips and work her pussy into a state of orgiastic ecstasy. Had Jim not acted when he did, she would very likely have taken the initiative into her own hands. As it was, he lifted up his face and closed against her.

"Unngghh! Oooohh!" she groaned, her voice distorted by the jolting tide of lust which swept through her entire body when his tongue moved over her pussy and stroked her clitoris.

Jean held a finger to her lips, signaling for silence; Ellen gritted her teeth together and choked back the frantic cries of encouragement she wanted to utter. As it was, she could not keep back the grunts and sighs of pleasure which obstinately bubbled forth but Jean was willing to accept those anonymous sounds. Jim had learned his lesson well from Erica and he put her teaching to fabulous use.

He caressed his mother's clitoris, stroking it with his tongue and causing her to quiver like a plucked violin string. His tongue moved down the furrow between the lips and dug harshly into the rim of her cunt. He tongued the sides of that taut, muscular opening and plunged deep into the hot, love-slick tunnel. Ellen's heart pounded madly when she felt his tongue sliding deep into her cunt; it was every bit as exciting as any prick had ever been and she longed for more of the delicious pleasure.

Erica had been watching with the greatest interest as Jim began licking his mother's pussy. When she had satisfied herself that he was actually doing the job, she looked down at his loins. His cock, as large and as hard as ever, lay across his belly. She moved quickly to claim the thick, meaty treasure and began sucking it with a hungry zeal. Her lips covered the shaft with hot, wet kisses and gradually she moved upward to the head, at which point she opened her lips wide and plunged her mouth down over it. She sucked him wetly, making loud, slurping noises, and fondled his balls as she sucked. Her free hand moved down between her own thighs and she began fingering her hot pussy with an abandoned, questing vigor.

"She's sucking his dick!" Jean whispered into Ellen's ear. "She's sucking his dick and finger-fucking herself! He'll get his balls worked up in a minute and when they're packed solid with come I'll let him get his cock up your cunt! You'd like that, wouldn't you? To have that prod of his rammed in all the way, boring your cunt out? Ahh, when he lets go and floods your cunt with hot, thick come, that's when you're really gonna start making it!"

Ellen feared to answer; she was afraid, first, of Jean's reaction if she spoke and she was also frightened of what she herself would say. She knew that she might very well break down completely and beg for the privilege of having her son's prick shoved into her cunt; she wanted it desperately and could barely keep from requesting it then and there.

Jean seized her right hand and pulled it between her legs, guiding her fingers into her pussy. At the same time she bent forward and put her lips on Ellen's right nipple. Ellen, a total stranger to lesbian lovemaking, was so fully aroused that she was hardly aware of the fact that she was responding to another woman. She ran her fingers over Jean's pussy, located the woman's clitoris and began rubbing it with soft but devastatingly effective strokes.

At the same time, Jim's tongue was bringing her to a rapid and powerful peak of sexual feeling. The kneeling position, with her knees spread wide, put an extraordinary strain on her thigh muscles and transmitted an extra pressure to her pussy as well. This added strain heightened her sensual awareness and made her even quicker to respond to her son's fervent caresses. Within a very short time she felt the familiar knot of quivering tension within her womb and then the tension exploded in a fireball of lusty joy. The come swept over her midsection and then throughout her body, rolling over her flesh in great thudding waves. She grunted out an excited oath. Jim lapped faster than ever when he felt the mouth of her cunt throb and shudder with orgasmic joy; he recognized what was happening and even though he did not know who his partner was, he instinctively did all he could to make her pleasure as intense as possible.

Ellen ground her hips to and fro and worked herself to a long, violent climax. After a moment she forgot that it was her son who was responsible for her pleasure; she was aware only of her animated cunt and the pleasure that was cascading from it. She pressed harder against him in an effort to get his tongue deeper into her cunt. She sensed that there were further reserves of orgiastic pleasure waiting deep in her body and that they could be trapped if only his tongue could penetrate far enough to reach the fleshly trigger holding them back. He could not extend his tongue that far, naturally, and she was left with a vague sense of dissatisfaction, notwithstanding the length and power of her climax.

Erica's work had paid off in the meantime. When Jean detached herself from Ellen and looked down, Erica had sucked his prick to an absolute perfection. Ribs of passion-stiffened tissue circled the thick rod and it quivered sullenly as she ran her hot, lascivious mouth up and down its length. His balls looked to be the size of turkey eggs, almost, and the bag was thickly clotted with lusty feeling.

"Okay, you've given him enough head," Jean said, pushing her away. "It's time to get this show on the road."

"Jesus, I was about to get a come out of him!" Erica complained.

"You want a come, go work on Al or one of the boys," Jean told her. "I got plans for this kid and they don't include you no more."

She reached down to unfasten the blindfold covering Jim's eyes, ordering him to look up and see the identity of the woman he had just sucked so successfully. He blinked, adjusting his vision to the light, and did as he was told. His eyes widened when he recognized his mother; she was still above him and was even yet pressing her pussy against his lips in the vain hope of finding the one additional caress that would trigger her orgasmic reserve.

"Mom!" he blurted out, pulling away from her and looking up in horror. "It was you!"

"Ooohh, was it ever me!" she murmured passionately. "Oh, Jim, you were so wonderful; you made it so beautiful for me!"

"Okay, okay, this ain't no time for trading last compliments," Jean snapped. "Lady, we got his cock so stiff and hot it looks like a fucking branding iron! I want you to get back there and stuff it up your cunt! He's worked up again and if you work it right you can get your box hosed down with some of the best come in the state!"

Ellen lifted herself off his face and twisted around. Upon seeing her son's distended, swollen cock her face lighted up with pleasure. She immediately moved down his body and crouched over his loins.

"Jim, it's lovely!" she cried out, seizing his prick and caressing it with her hands. "I know I shouldn't want it but I do; I can't help myself! I want it deep in my cunt; I want to feel you splitting me wide open! I want to feel you soothing come inside me, covering me with love and lust and passion!"

"That's the way to talk, lady," Jean told her. "It ain't like you had a choice, you two; I wanna see some fucking and that's just what's gonna happen, so you might as well get on with it! C'mon, lady, get that prong stuffed into your cunt hole!"

Jim started to utter another protest but found that he could not form the words. He was so highly excited that he lost all control of himself. The incest barrier disappeared, melted away by the heat of sudden, animal passion, and he wanted nothing but to sink his cock into the pussy he had sucked into such a fervent state of hunger.

"Ugghh, I want it too!" he blurted out, closing his eyes and looking away for a moment. "Oohh, I want it, Mom, I want to do it to you!"

"Yeah, except she's gonna do it to you," Jean told him. "C'mon, damn you, shove his cock into your cunt and get to fucking!"

Ellen quickly placed the broad, flaring head of his prick between the lips of her pussy. Moistened both by his exuberant oral caresses and by her own lubricious effusions, the slit readily accepted the gigantic morsel she placed on it. The head slid down into the mouth of her cunt and she pressed down upon it, bringing her flesh around his in a tight, clinging embrace of pure passion. She shrieked with joy when his cock spread her cunt into a huge circle; he was as hard and as hot as any man she had ever had and the big prick filled her with exultant longings.

"Ugghh! Ahhh!" she groaned. "Omigod, Jim, it's beautiful! It's marvelous; you're exactly what I've been wanting! Oooohh, your cock, your lovely cock, it's making me feel it like I've never felt it before! Agghh! It's up my cunt and splitting me wide open!"

Jim could no longer restrain himself. He opened his eyes and looked down his body. He saw his immense prick spearing into his mother's pussy. The big, maroon-hued lips enclosed the ivory shaft, making the cuntal opening; as he lifted his hips and drove the tool deeper he saw the lips recede inward. She groaned deliriously as he forced the head of his cock farther into her flesh. He plunged past the point to which his tongue had extended and began fucking with hard, driving humps. The force of his thrusts pulled the loose skin of her pussy downward and exerted a sympathetic pressure against her swollen clitoris, making it hum and vibrate deliciously. Ellen began working her hips back and forth, adding an occasional grinding motion, and her cunt worked around his meaty spike with devastating results.

"Anngghh-owww!" she gasped. "Omigod, you're making me come already; I didn't come enough when you were sucking me! Now I'm doing it again! Ooohh, Jim, you're fucking me into another come; you're driving me crazy with come! Ugghh, do it to me, honey, fuck me harder! Get it in deeper and I'll come all over; I feel it in my toes, in my hair!"

She was totally overcome with passionate joy. Her hands reached up to grasp her breasts; she began squeezing her dark, stiff nipples and adding to her wild pleasure. The youth seized her hips and held her steady as he bounced up and down. He fucked with easy grace for a moment but then, feeling his balls tingle and prepare for the deluge, he began throwing his cock into her cunt with furious strokes. The irregular thrusts affected Ellen more powerfully than ever and turned her climax into a tornado of lust. When he bounced up against her and held his cock deep, she instinctively writhed around his prick, increasing the cuntal friction, and the added caress made his first jet of sperm even more powerful than it would otherwise have been. He shot his come into her with all the violence and enthusiasm his young, virile balls could muster.

"Aiiieee! Oooohh, you're coming!" she wailed. "Unngghh, you're filling me with cock; you're shooting come all over my cunt! Oooohh, Jim, it's in my throat, it's so far in! Agghh! Come, darling, come again and again! I love to feel you come so big and strong! Owww, my cunt's melting with love!"

The youth said nothing; he was too intent upon extracting the last bit of sensual joy from their coupling to speak. He began thrusting in and out like a huge, fleshly piston and did not stop until his balls had totally exhausted their supply of hot, sticky cream. Ellen hung above him for a moment and then slowly lowered herself into a prone position, stretching out above him. Holding each other closely, they rolled into a side position, making sure that his prick remained firmly lodged in her cunt. She closed her legs, holding them closely against his, and shuddered with a final burst of climactic feeling.

"Mmmm, darling, I thought I was dying!" she whispered.

"Did I do it good, Mom? Was that really a good fuck?" he asked.

"Ohh, darling, you were superb!" she replied. "You made me come over and over; I thought it would go on forever! Mmm, I don't think even your father ever fucked me any better than that! Maybe as good several times but never any better. Oh, Jim, you're tremendous! We've got to make a habit of this!" Jean had been watching them closely all the while. Upon hearing Ellen's heartfelt approval of what they had just done, she nodded and smiled thoughtfully. Then she levered herself off the bed and looked down at the couple with deep satisfaction.

"Let that teach you a little lesson," she muttered. "C'mon back into the main room when you feel like it but remember, don't try getting away. We'll be waiting for you."


CHAPTER TEN

When Ellen emerged from the bedroom, with Jim close behind, she saw that the arrangements within the big room had changed. Lew and Kim sat on the big couch, still naked and somewhat uncomfortable at being so close to each other after their stirring experience. Jean lay in the center of the big room. Al was between her thighs, vigorously driving his massive cock into her cunt, and Stevie knelt by her head. She was sucking him at the same time that she was receiving a thorough fuck from Al. Erica knelt near them, watching intently; Frankie was behind her and was thrusting his prick in and out of her slit with a free and easy motion. Ellen led Jim over to the couch, where they sat down beside the other members of their family.

"They made you do it too," Lew quickly guessed. "The beasts!"

"Beastlike, perhaps," Ellen murmured, "but I can't deny the truth, Lew: I actually loved it! It was one of the most exciting things I've ever done in my whole life!"

Lew looked aghast for a moment and then ducked his head. "Okay, I'll admit it," he said, "I loved it too! At first I hated them for making me do... things like that to my own daughter but after a time, well, it didn't seem to matter anymore. I just wanted to have her, that's all."

"Don't feel so bad about it," Ellen advised him. "They had me in that room with Jim just now and it was about the same, I imagine. They made me suck his prick and then get on his face and let him eat my pussy. After that... well, I was so blasted excited that when that slut told me to get his prick in my cunt I couldn't do anything but comply. Oh, Lew, he fucked me so marvelously; I could have sworn that it was you in me!"

"Wow, you did all that to Mom?" Kim whispered, looking at her brother with an awed expression. "Was it good? Did you really dig it?"

"Yeah, I did it all, just like she said," her brother admitted. "And it was out of sight, all of it! At first, when they let me see who it was that I was eating, I didn't know what to think but that Erica was going down on me at the same time and... well, it's like Mom said I was so horny I couldn't do anything but go along with what they said."

"Wow, we're really getting it together!" Kim exclaimed. "I'd always heard that it was just the worst thing in the world, making it with your relatives, but I guess it was just a lot of nonsense. Mmm, when I felt Daddy's cock going up my cunt I thought I was going to die!"

Ellen caught this conversation between her son and daughter, of course, and she found it difficult to reprimand them for speaking so openly of the acts which they had been forced to commit. She looked at Lew and then suggested that they retire for a brief private conversation.

"This won't take but a minute," she told them as she led their father away. "And you'll be in on it later on, you can rest assured of that."

Lew followed her over into a distant corner of the room, where she turned and confronted him.

"What are we going to do?" she asked. "I'd hoped that they would be so disgusted by what they'd been forced to do that they would blot it out of their minds. Instead it looks as though they're glorying in it. I'm not just being vain, I think, but I'm positive that Jim would have been only too willing to have fucked me again, Lew!"

"Yes, I could see the look in his eyes as he followed you across the room just now," Lew said. "He would have taken you without a moment's hesitation if you'd only given him the word."

"And Kim, she looks at you the same way," Ellen added. "Lew, what's going to happen to us?"

"I honestly don't know," he said. "I wish I knew but I don't."

"I wonder if it would be really wise to try discouraging them," she mused. "I mean, if we tried to act upset and appalled by all that's happened here, they'd surely know that we weren't really telling the truth; I couldn't help but make it very clear to Jim that I adored having his cock in me."

"You're right," Lew agreed. "They're too smart to fall for that line. But what else is there to do?"

"I know of one solution," she said, sucking in a deep breath and looking him in the eye. "We can keep on doing it with them! No, don't object, I'm quite serious, Lew! At least, if we do that, then they won't be so likely to succumb to some horrible guilt complex and start going into a depression. And besides, as I said, I think I could learn to enjoy it a great deal!"

Lew was too surprised by his wife's proposal to be able to say anything for a moment. Then he exhaled slowly and nodded. "All right, I think you have a very valid point there," he told her. "The thing about the guilt complexes, I mean. It might very well be a serious mistake to try going back to the beginning and starting all over again. And, as you said, it was a beautiful experience! But tell me, darling, didn't you feel a twinge of jealousy, at least, when you knew that I was in that room fucking Kim as hard as I could?"

"Of course I did," she acknowledged. "But curiously enough, it wasn't the sort of jealousy that would make me despise you or want to split away from you. No, quite the opposite: it had the effect of making me want you all the more, though that sounds absurd on the face of it. But when I heard her screaming and begging you to fuck her harder, the thing I most wanted to do was to be there so that I could have you as soon as you'd finished with her! I'd have loved to have been able to suck you after you'd fucked her, or even to have had your cock sliding up my own cunt! Mmm, the very thought of getting you as soon as you've pulled it out of her, that makes my hair stand on end! It's extremely sensual to think about that!"

"I suppose I feel something like that myself," he told her. "Sure, I wanted to break it up when I figured out that you were in there with Jim. And when I heard you calling out for more come from him, I really wanted to wring his neck. But I wanted something more than that too I wanted to be there so I could drive my prick right up your cunt as soon as he took his prick out of you! Yes, I'd gladly have fucked you even before his come had dripped out of your hole!"

"Ooohh, darling, I think we've discovered a very special truth about ourselves," Ellen murmured. "I'm certain that I could love you better and harder if you were to do it to me that way! Mmm, to have two men in quick succession like that, it makes my head swim!"

"We're agreed, then, that we won't try to dissuade the twins from doing whatever they like?" Lew asked. "I mean, if they want to get into bed with us, we'll let them go ahead?"

"Something deep down inside me keeps insisting that that would be the best policy," Ellen said. "I can hardly believe I'm saying such things! And even a few days ago I'd have been positively aghast even at the suggestion of so wicked an idea, yet here I am suggesting that we go ahead and put it into practice!"

"A lot has happened since then," Lew reminded her. "We know a lot more about ourselves now than we did then."

Ellen nodded and turned back toward her children. The twins had moved closer together and Kim seemed to be eyeing her brother's cock with far more than a sisterly interest as her parents approached. She looked up, a question in her eyes, as they sat down on either side of her and her brother.

"Your father and I have had a serious discussion," Ellen began, "and we've admitted that neither of us can blame the other for what we've done with you. True, a lot of people would condemn us for having submitted to pressure and threats and a lot more would be positively appalled at the way we've conducted ourselves with you two, but the fact is, we simply enjoyed it too much to be able to condemn ourselves!"

"Wow, you mean we can keep on this way?" Kim asked, a look of the utmost delight springing into her eyes. "I can make it with Daddy again?"

"And you'll do it to me again?" Jim asked her. "Just the way we did that other time there?"

"Perhaps not quite the same way," Ellen told him. "After all, there are a number of other possibilities and they're all marvelously good. But in general the answer is yes, we do want to continue making love with you. You must remember, though, that your father has first claim on me. After all, I am his wife, which still counts for something."

"Sure, Mom, I can dig it," Kim muttered. "That makes a lot of sense. But hey, if you're balling Dad and making it all the way, then why couldn't Jim and I get it on? I've always had it bad for him too, in a way, and that would make the whole thing complete! We've been sitting here talking about it and he agrees; he'd like to try it on with me too!"

"Good God, double incest!" Ellen whispered, struck to the core by her daughter's forthright statement. "Well, I guess we might as well be hanged for a sheep as well as for a goat, or however that old saw goes. I don't see anything so wrong about it, do you, Lew?"

"I guess not, not if they really want each other," he agreed. "If they make it with us then I suppose they might as well be doing the same things to each other."

"Gee, Dad, you're the greatest!" Kim exclaimed. "If those awful people weren't there, I'd hug your neck! Well, I guess something a little more personal might even be in order, considering what all we've been through lately!"

"Wow, look at them!" Jim marveled, gazing over at Erica and their captors. "Don't they ever wear out?"

"Sometimes the men wear out before the women do," Ellen commented. "And it appears that that is about the situation there!"

Al, Stevie, and Frankie had all depleted their sexual lusts in Erica and Jean. The three men slumped back, weary but satisfied; the two women, however, were far from satisfied. Exchanging a hungry look, they leaped at each other. Within a few seconds they had settled down into a reversed position, Erica on Jean, and were greedily devouring each other's cunt.

"Wow, they're queers too!" Kim whispered. "Gee, I've heard about girls going down on each other but I never saw it, not quite like that."

"They can't be queer," Jim muttered. "They like it with guys too well!"

"Maybe they just like it," Ellen said, "and take it wherever they can get it!"

"It doesn't look so bad," Kim mused. "But I'll bet it isn't anything like having a great big prick rammed so far up you it makes you want to scream and dance around!"

Ellen said nothing. The sight of the two women locked in a lewd, perverted embrace had put her to thinking and she visualized herself doing the same thing to her daughter. She remembered the taste of Erica's hot pussy and the memory was far from an unpleasant one. She shivered suddenly and put the thought out of her mind.

Jean and Erica sucked each other to another rousing climax before falling apart. When they had recovered their composure they decided it was time for another meal and they motioned for Ellen and Kim to begin preparing something. Al and his companions revived slowly and, by the time they had finished eating, were in the best of spirits.

"Frankie, go outside and check on one of them car radios," he said, glancing down at his watch. "There might be some news on. Maybe you can find out something about the cops and what they're doing about us."

Frankie went outside. When he returned, half an hour later, he reported that their escape had drawn only one sentence in the news report he had heard.

"The guy said they Were looking in Dallas for us," he said. "Dallas and El Paso."

"El Paso?" Al grunted, frowning. "I never been down there."

"Uh, I got a brother and some more relatives down there," Stevie told him. "Jerks, all of 'em I wouldn't go near 'em."

Al said nothing for several minutes. When he looked up and cleared his throat, the room fell silent.

"Okay, it looks like the heat's off," he told them. "So the longer we stay here the more likely these jerks are to have some company and that's just what we don't want."

"So? What do we do now?" Frankie asked. "We pull out of here early tomorrow morning," Al told him. "Six, seven o'clock, that ought to be plenty early. Stevie, go outside and siphon off enough gas out of them cars to fill our tank up. That way we won't have to be stopping anywhere close for fuel. Honey, you get in there and make us a big sack of sandwiches and stuff. If we don't have to stop for six or seven hundred miles, that's soon enough for me. Stevie, you might as well drain all the gas out of both of them cars; we don't want these people here going nowhere all of a sudden."

Stevie disappeared and Jean went into the kitchen to begin her part of the preparations. Al looked over at the Martins and smiled happily.

"So you see?" he told them. "Just like I said we lay low here for a while and then we're on our way. It's like nothing had ever happened!"

"Hey, what about me?" Erica asked, pouting. "Do I get left here with them? Don't I deserve a break, too?"

"Huh? You asking to come along with us?" Al demanded. "You ready to give Stevie or Frankie or me some head when we want it? You wanna drop your drawers for us whenever we say the word?"

"Man, I won't even wear any drawers!" Erica said with a short laugh. "Yeah, I'd like to make your scene for a while. It was getting to be a real drag back there at the university. Why not take me along?"

"Sure, why not take her along?" Jean chimed in. "It gets to be a drag, keeping all three of you guys worked down: she can help out there. Who knows? She might turn out to be worth something, after all."

"Okay, it don't mean dick to me," Al said with a shrug. "You're a pretty good lay and you sure do like to suck cock, so there's two good marks on you right there. Sure, baby, you can split with us tomorrow."

Erica smiled and ran over to kiss him upon being accepted into the gang, even at the lowly level he seemed to hold open for her. Lew and Ellen exchanged cryptic glances and shrugged; they were both thinking of Erica's parents, who were in their fifties and very wealthy. They had had no idea of what to do with the girl, naturally Mr. Blyden devoted all his time to his businesses and Mrs. Blyden was one of the busiest clubwomen in Albuquerque but the Martins knew that they would be shocked and pained if they knew how casually their daughter threw them over.

Ellen had feared that the gang members would spend their last night at the lodge in an outburst of orgiastic activity, but Al decreed an early end to the celebration. He detailed the guard roster for the evening, dealing out a three-hour shift to himself and his two compatriots from the Albuquerque jail, and sent the rest of them to bed.

"No late partying the night before you split," he told them all. "That's a number one rule. We got to be on our toes tomorrow morning; no telling what we'll run into when we get outta this hole."

"Ah, there ain't gonna be no cops within miles of us," Frankie declared. "Stevie, did you drain all the gas outta them cars?"

"I couldn't get all the gas outta the station wagon," Stevie said, "so I didn't even try draining the Mercedes. I just took the rotors off the distributors and busted 'em up. They ain't going nowhere with them cars!"

"Okay, that's just as good, long as our car's filled up," Al said.

"It's full," Stevie assured him. "Hell, I even got five gallons extra stuck in the trunk. I found an old jerry can out there and so I filled it up too. We can go all over with what gas we've got now."

"Yeah, that's cool," Al said. "Okay, everybody settle down and make like logs. I don't wanna hear nothing outta nobody!"


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Al kept his word strictly. At six-thirty the next morning he and his companions pulled away from the lodge. Erica was with them; she had pointedly ignored the Martins ever since Al had agreed that she could accompany them. Lew and his family stood on the front porch of the lodge and watched them disappear into the trees at the edge of the clearing.

"We're not immobilized," Jim said when their car had gone out of sight. "There's an extra rotor in the trunk of the Mercedes. I could put it in and we could drive down to the main road and call the police."

"I don't think we need to worry about that," Lew told his son. "It's true that they've escaped from the jail but... well, they didn't harm us when they could easily have done so. And besides, if you want to know the real truth, I feel just a little indebted to that crowd!"

"I know exactly what you mean," Ellen agreed. "After all, if it hadn't been for them, just think of all the exciting adventures we'd have missed!"

"Isn't that the truth!" Kim cried out. "Wow, it's like a whole new world has been opened up to me!"

"I wasn't advocating it," Jim explained with a sheepish grin. "I was only mentioning it in case somebody had forgotten about it. The truth is, I'd been sort of hoping that they'd get away, at least for a time. I guess I've got a soft spot in my heart for them after all, in spite of the way that Al slugged me."

"He was probably reacting in a way that was quite normal to him," Ellen said. "Brrr, it's chilly out here. Let's go back inside!"

The high altitude and the early hour were enough to throw a chill into anyone, least of all a quartet wearing exactly nothing, as the Martins were doing. They dashed back indoors and stood around the stove in the kitchen. No one said anything for several minutes; they were all looking steadfastly away from each other. Finally Kim broke the ice.

"Look, we're all standing around here thinking about the same thing, right?" she said. "And nobody's got the brass to admit it! After all we've been through, you'd think that somebody would have the nerve to speak up and say what's on his mind!"

"What's on your mind, dear?" Ellen asked, measuring her daughter with a calculating glance.

"Sex, of course!" the girl replied. "Ever since I woke up this morning I couldn't think of anything but sex! It's been on my mind ever since and having to stand around and look at that pair, naked as jaybirds and so obscenely virile, it doesn't help any!"

Ellen had to smile at her daughter's pungent turn of speech, as well as at her forthright attitude.

"Very well," she said, happy to have the subject out in the open at last, "how would you like to have your sex? What's your preference this morning, young lady?"

"It's kind of complicated and I don't know that anybody would want to go for it," the girl began, looking around uncertainly, "and maybe I'd better go back a little and make a confession about something that's been bothering me. Mom, so you remember Amy Gelder?"

"Of course, you were closest friends until she moved away," Ellen said. "What was that, three years ago?"

"About that," Kim said. "You never knew this but... well, that last year, before she moved away, I used to go over to her house sometimes when her folks were gone. We'd get out their projector and run some of her parents' movies. They, uh, had a collection of some really raunchy films and Amy and I, we'd watch them and, uh, you know, do it to ourselves!"

"Kim! I never suspected anything of the sort!" Ellen gasped. "The Gelders? They always seemed such quiet, retiring people! I can hardly believe it!"

"No lie, Mom, it was the truth," Kim vowed. "Amy told me once that her mom and dad would play the movies real late at night, in their bedroom, and really get it on something fierce. But that's not what I mean: there was this one movie in particular that always grabbed me like nothing else ever did, almost. This guy, a really good-looking guy, would get on this girl and ball her for an eternity, it seemed, and just before he came he'd pull out of her and hold it over her belly. She... well, she'd reach down and work him off with her hand so he'd shoot come all over her. I was sort of hoping maybe I could try it like that; it's always made me go clammy all over whenever I remembered doing it that way."

"It certainly seems an odd thing to do," Ellen remarked, "but if that's your heart's desire then I suppose you might as well go on with it. But tell me, dear, which of these men do you want for. your partner?"

"Well, it's probably been quite a while since you've balled dad," Kim said, "so why don't you try it on with him? Frankly, I've really been forward to seeing what it's like with Jim!"

"You already know what it's like," he told her, blushing violently. "Remember when they had you all bent over that table and we are getting it in you from the rear? That woman took my blindfold off, just before I came, and I could see that I was fucking you, sis! It's already been done!"

"Yes, but I didn't know it was you," she said. "And that's what's the most important part. It'll be a lot better this time, Jim, when I can see you and know that it's you who's doing all those wonderful things to me!"

"Very well," Ellen said. "I've been looking forward to having some time with your father; I'll certainly appreciate the opportunity of having him in me. And I'm sure it'll be ever so much better if we can watch you two doing your thing at the same time you would rather keep everything out in the open, wouldn't you? Or would you rather go off into separate rooms?"

"Oh, no, Mom, I'd a lot rather do it out here so we could all see each other," Kim said. "Maybe I've gotten used to it because of them, but I really think that lovemaking would be better if someone else were watching!"

"Yes, I think you're absolutely right there," Ellen said, and the men nodded their agreement with her position. "All right, we'll all stay out here!"

"Mmm, I can hardly believe that I'm going to have this in me in just a moment," Kim said as she took Jim's fully erect prick into her hand and caressed it. "I want you to fuck me just a bit before I start handling you, you know; I think that would make it better than ever. Gee, Mom, aren't we lucky to have a pair of cocks like this for our pleasure? Were there any two men who had handsomer pricks?"

"I certainly don't know of them," Ellen said as she took Lew's cock into her own hands and began caressing it tenderly. "And even if there were, what need would we have for them? Darling, with pricks like these we can soothe ourselves forever!"

"You'd better be careful, jerking me off like that," Jim warned as Kim's grasping hands ran up and down the length of his cock. "I woke up in a horny mood and it won't take very much of that to get me to coming!"

"Okay, I'll stop then," Kim said, dropping the tool and stepping back to admire it. "I sure don't want that to happen."

"I only wish I could fuck for a long time before I come, the way that Al could," Jim muttered. "Every time I get it inside a woman I... well, I just can't hold it back very long!"

"Darling, that's nothing to apologize for," Ellen told him. "Personally I feel that it's a terrific compliment, that you would come so quickly when you're fucking me. That you would want me that much, or be that excited about fucking me, that's certainly a compliment!"

"Yeah, I'll go along with that too," Kim said.

"It's nothing to worry about," Lew said to his son. "It took me a while to learn how to control it."

"That's right," Ellen exclaimed in surprise, looking at her husband with new delight. "I'd forgotten about that! When I first met your father and we started going to bed together, he would almost always come as soon as he put it in me! But after the first few times, when we'd gotten used to each other, then he settled down and proved that he could fuck for hours before coming!"

"There it is, then," Kim said to her brother. "You just need some practice, that's all! And don't you worry, I'm going to see that you get lots of that kind of practice!"

"And I'll help her," Ellen added. "Don't worry about it, darling; within a few weeks you'll be able to get on us and ride for hours!"

"Gee, you're a couple of dreams, that's what you are," Jim told them with a broad grin.

"There never was a mother and sister like you two!"

"I only wish that I could have met a pair like them when I was your age," Lew said. "I don't know of a mother and daughter anywhere that are any lovelier and if Kim is anything at all like her mother, she's going to be one fine woman! I really believe, darling, that she's inherited your love of sex!"

"I hope so," Ellen murmured. "Believe me, darling, I can't think of a thing that I'd rather you inherited from me!"

"Every time I do it, I love it more," the girl told them. "And it seems that the farther out something is, the more I want to do it! Like that last afternoon, when that Jean was taking both those guys at once? Mmm, I've been thinking about that, too! But that isn't what I want for right now."

She had been growing progressively more excited as she conversed with her brother and parents. Watching Jim's prick had excited her and the sight of her father's cock growing out to massive proportions as Ellen's skillful fingers brought him to an erection had also awakened her further.

"Are you ready for him?" Ellen asked. "Are you ready to try your experiment?"

"Ooohh, am I ever!" the girl whispered. "My poor pussy, it's throbbing and aching till I wonder if it isn't going to fall right off!"

"No, it won't fall off, dear," Ellen told her. "It'll only get more and more feeling in it. Being excited for a long period of time, you know, makes you swell up inside. It makes your cunt tighter than ever. That's probably what's happening to you now."

"Then he'll never get his prick into me!" the girl exclaimed. "Mmm, I feel as though the hole has grown together!"

"That will make it all the more delicious when he begins to open the hole up," her mother warned. "Oh, Kim, you're going to love this, I can see it now! You'll come and come and come!"

"I hope so, I really do!"

The girl watched her brother carefully as she lowered herself to the bare wooden floor. She lay flat on her back and pulled her feet up until they were beside her buttocks; her knees fell apart, exposing the inflamed slit between her thighs. Ellen gasped with astonishment when she saw the aroused condition of her daughter's pussy: the lips were an angry red and the entire slit glistened with passionate oils.

"Ahh, she's ready for you, Jim," she whispered. "Get on her and give her exactly what she wants! Give her a quick fuck and then let her jack you off! Mmm, I'm dying to see your big cock shooting come all over her belly; you're so strong you'll probably drench her nipples too! Hurry, Jim, hurry and do it to her!"

Jim was quick to place himself between his sister's knees. He took a deep breath and consciously willed himself to relax as he brought his cock closer to her puffy, overheated slit; Kim took the massive rod in her hands and squealed with pleasure as she felt its throbbing, heated rigidity.

"Ooohh, you're so hard!" she murmured as she aimed the tool down into her pussy. "Ahh, so hard, so hot, you feel like a bar of hot steel! Mmm, it's against the lips of my pussy, it's between them, it's down in the mouth of my cunt, it's... ugghh! Agghh! It's in me! Ooohh, Jim you're in me, your cock's in my cunt, you're fucking me now! Owwww, fuck it deep, honey, fuck it up my cunt; I want to feel it deep!"

"My God, your cunt's so hot I can't stand it!" Jim grunted heavily. "Ahh, you're so fucking tight I can hardly get it in! Ooohh, baby, you're out of sight, your cunt's killing me!"

Ellen and Lew knelt beside their children in order to catch every detail of the exciting encounter. They saw the violent shock of sensual pleasure sweep over their daughter's face; they saw Jim's brow knit into furrow lines as he plunged his cock deep into his sister's cunt. Even though he exclaimed at the tightness of her passionate receptacle he sheathed nearly all his prick at the first lunging stroke. Kim shrieked with frantic joy as he sliced deep and sent electric shockwaves of sensual pleasure racing through her loins.

"Unngghh! You're fucking me to death!" she muttered hoarsely. "Don't come yet, darling, hold it back! And pull it out before you come; I want to do it to you with my hands! I want to see it shooting out so big and strong, splashing onto my titties! Aurrgghh! Jim, you're killing me with cock!"

The youth fucked her passionately for a moment, driving his prick in and out with quick, lunging strokes. Her excitement was too much for him, however, and he soon had to withdraw from her body.

"There it is!" he told her in a low, quivering voice. "Grab it, baby, grab it and jack me off! Ooohh, I couldn't take it anymore; your cunt was the best thing I ever had!"

Ellen's pussy and clitoris hummed an erotic tune when she saw her son's mighty tool emerge from her daughter's cunt. Every bit as large as Lew's big rod, the cock glistened with the girl's cunty juices. Kim lifted herself onto an elbow and reached down with the other hand to grasp the huge prong. Her cunt had lubricated it with a clear, musky oil which allowed her to grip his cock as tightly as she pleased and still pump her fist up and down the thick shaft. Even though she had never masturbated a man before, she remembered the scene from the movie and knew exactly what to do. She brought her fist up over the head of his cock, stimulating the ultra-sensitive rim of the flaring tip with her palm, and then forced it back down the shaft. Jim cried out exultantly and lunged into her hand.

"Ahh, you're fucking my fist!" Kim marveled. "It's just like you were in my cunt, darling; you're fucking me again! Ooohh, it's so beautiful, it's the most exciting sight in the world! Fuck me, Jim, fuck my hand and let me see you shoot your come! I want to see it, to feel it!"

She coordinated her hand's movements with Jim's thrusts and worked a powerfully stimulating magic on him. He strained hard and clenched his buttocks into knots of quivering muscle in an effort to intensify the sensations whirling through his loins. His prick slithered back and forth through her fist and began throbbing heavily.

"Owww!" the girl cried out when the first jet of steaming sperm rocketed out, shooting all the way to her throat. "You're coming now! You're shooting come, it's so strong! Anngghh! Jim, baby, you're doing it, you're shooting come all over me!"

Ellen's heart leaped into her throat as she saw her son's lusty balls propel jet after jet of reeking sperm through his prick and out onto her breasts and then, as the violence subsided, leaking down onto her belly. Kim continued to pump her hand up and down his tool and some of the thick cream got onto her hand; her pumping motion spread the sticky goo over the length of his cock. She did not stop her masturbatory motions until she had completely exhausted his balls.

"Wow, was that ever something!" she murmured wonderingly. "Oohh, darling, it was better than I ever imagined it would be! It made me feel so good inside, knowing that I was making that happen to you! Mmm, so sexy to see it gushing out! Now for the second part!"

"What? There's more?" Ellen gasped, astounded at her daughter's appetite for sexual pleasure. "Good heavens, wasn't that enough?"

"It would be enough for any normal girl," Kim replied with a laugh, "but this morning I'm definitely not normal. Darling, I'm going to rub your prick into all this wonderful come! I'll coat it with your own come and then I want you to move up so you can put it into my mouth! Ahh, I love the taste of your come; I could suck you off forever!"

"Wow, you're something else!" Jim said. "I can't believe this is all happening to me!"

He was quick to comply with her request, however, and scrambled up her body so that she could dip the head of his cock into a large puddle of semen which had collected over her navel. She swirled the tool into the thick cream, enjoying the sight, and then brought it closer to her mouth. Jim moved closer and she opened her lips wide to accept the cream-coated head of his cock. An expression of the utmost satisfaction spread over her lovely face as the tool slipped into her mouth; she sucked him avidly and forced her lips far down the thick shaft.

"My God, she's a sexual genius!" Ellen marveled, turning to her husband. "She's got marvelous ideas!"

"I've got an idea of my own," Lew told her, and he bent closer to whisper something in her ear.

"Great! What a wonderful idea!" Ellen exclaimed. "Yes, that's what we'll do; I'll bet they've never seen this!" She lay over on her back and spread her knees wide, drawing them high up toward her breasts at the same time. Her breasts still had enough life and resiliency to sit atop her rib-cage like a pair of rose-tipped mountains; they swelled out into firm, exquisitely shaped cones. She drew her knees up until she could actually touch them against her nipples: the contact sent a shiver of animal excitement through her body and she sighed heavily.

"What are you two doing?" Kim asked, watching them with deep interest, even though she was still moving her hand up and down her brother's prick with slow, loving strokes. "What kind of pleasure have you got in mind?"

"Just you watch and see," Ellen told her with a lewd grin. "It's something your father and I tried long ago and it's been ages since we've done it this way. You'll see; it's fabulously exciting!"

"Well, it just looks like a plain, old-fashioned fuck to me," Kim said. "I don't see anything special about it, not that a plain, old-fashioned fuck isn't one of the greatest things in the world!"

"You'll see, just be patient," Ellen said. "First he's going to give me a little come, just enough to whet my appetite. Then we'll get into the really interesting part!"

Lew positioned himself and sheathed his cock in her cunt with a quick thrust, bringing a low wail of anguished delight to his wife's lips. She held her legs high as he drove his prick deep into her flesh and her hips moved from side to side as he thrust in and out. The skill of long experience paid off for both of them and she was soon heaving and grunting madly, gripped by a quick but extremely powerful climax. Lew continued to fuck as she grunted out her frantic joy; his driving, probing prick thrashed her wet cunt into a froth and wet, mushy sounds emanated from the coupled sexual organs. Jim twisted off his sister and turned to watch; she kept her hand ort his prick but gradually devoted more and more of her attention to her writhing parents. Her free hand played over her breasts and belly, spreading the remnants of Jim's come over her flesh.

Lew kept to the plan he had whispered to his wife and held back his climax. He pounded away at Ellen's hole until she had worked her way through the first climax, then slowed his thrusting motions and lay still on her limp body. She lowered her legs until they were extended full length beside his. Her hands moved restlessly up and down his back. After panting lustily for a moment, she turned her head and looked over at the twins.

"That was the first part," she murmured in a deep, husky voice. "He really did it to me, just the way I wanted it. But he kept his own come, you see; he didn't shoot off in me."

"Gee, I wish I could turn it on and off like that," Jim wistfully said. "To be able to fuck like that and still not come, that must really be something!"

"You'll learn how it's done," Lew told him. "The only reason I held it back now is that we have something better planned."

"Okay, but what?" Kim asked. "I mean, I can see that you really rattled Mom's box; she was really making it there! But now what?"

"It's a little similar to what you were doing with Jim," her mother explained. "Not quite the same but along those lines. It's tremendously exciting to us both and you might find it quite as exciting too."

Lew pulled himself away from his wife and brought his knees outside her thighs. He knelt upright and crawled up her body, moving toward her head. When he had reached a point just below her sharply rounded breasts he halted and lowered himself; his big balls, still packed with semen, fitted into the valley between the firmly molded globes.

"Hey, I've got it now!" Kim whispered, her eyes alive with delighted interest. "You're going to do it between her boobs! Oh, wow, look at that, Jim, he's going to fuck her between the boobs!"

"Yeah, it's going to be a blast!" her brother marveled.

"It takes a very special man to be able to do this right," Ellen muttered as she brought her hands together against her breasts. "He's got to have a really big prick or else it won't be long enough to allow you to do all the things you want to do in this situation!"

She pressed her breasts together slowly, squeezing them against each other and imprisoning Lew's big cock between them. The head of his tool jutted out from the mounds and by bending her head forward, she could bring her lips down over the purple knob.

"Oh, wow, is that ever something else!" Kim marveled, her heart thumping heavily as she watched. "You can suck him at the same time!"

"That was one reason for fucking her first," Lew explained, beginning to rock back and forth and to work his cock between her breasts. "It works best if you're really slick, you see; otherwise the prick won't slide back and forth so easily. Sometimes we've spread face cream or oil over her breasts to make it work better but the best way is just to lather your prick up in her cunt that juice is as slick as anything else and it certainly tastes a lot better, she says."

"Ooohh, is he ever right!" Ellen gasped, removing her mouth for a moment from his cock and looking over at her children. "Those other things don't taste nearly so good, not even when they're on a cock!"

"She can make it feel almost as though I were, in her cunt," Lew added, "just by squeezing them together harder!"

"Mmm, and it makes me feel so good too!" Ellen exclaimed. "Darling, you know how sensitive your own nipples are; taking a man this way allows you to press them and squeeze them and do everything to them. It's a marvelous way to have yourself a nice come!" "But you won't come yourself, will you?" Kim inquired. "I mean, he isn't doing anything to your pussy!"

"He doesn't have to do anything to it," Ellen told her. "The longer he stays between my breasts, the longer he fucks me like this, the more excited I become. And sucking him, having that wonderful cock sliding in and out of my mouth, that makes it better. Tasting my own cunt on him makes it better still. When he finally lets go and starts shooting his come out, I'll make it too; you don't have to worry about that. I'll just squeeze my legs together a few times and I'll be so excited that I'll start coming too, without him even touching my pussy!"

"Wow, that's total sex!" Jim exclaimed. "I can hardly wait to see you doing it all the way!"

"The longer I put it off the more we'll both come," Ellen observed. "Which is another good reason for playing around like this!"

"Yes, but I think you've played around enough," Lew told her. "Let's get to moving, dear; I can feel the come boiling in my balls!" Ellen bent her head forward again and he drove his cock into her mouth. Her hands brought her breasts together, completely enfolding his massive rod; the tool seemed to spear up out of her bosom as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. Even the great length of Lew's prick did not reach her lips continually; when he pulled the huge tool back between her breasts to rub the head against her firm, warm mounds of quivering, ecstatic flesh her mouth formed gasps and sobs of agonized delight. When he thrust forward, however, she was invariably ready and eagerly accepted the thick, glistening tool. Her tongue played over the head; her cheeks sucked inward as she exerted a powerful vacuum on his cock. Lew fucked harder and harder as his balls neared the bursting point.

"Ugghh! Ooohh!" he grunted. "Honey, you're getting it, you're making me want to shoot come all over! I'm going to do it, Ellen, I'm going to come! I can't hold it anymore! You're sucking it straight out of my balls!"

When he withdrew one last time to get the maximum pleasure, his cock began spurting. The first jets splashed against his wife's face. The thick, hot cream cascaded over her lips and cheeks but she held her mouth wide open, knowing that he would return his cock to its proper nesting place. He thrust forward again and lodged the tool in her mouth. Her fingers dug deep into her breasts, crushing the aching nipples.

Kim's eyes happened to glance down to her mother's pussy. She saw her cross her legs and tighten her thigh muscles; the flesh rippled with nervous tension. Ellen's hips convulsively clenched, forcing her lovemound upward, and then she had succeeded in her ultimate goal: as Lew's cock filled her mouth with hot, reeking sperm, she brought herself to another climax without him touching her pussy at all.

"Mmmm! Glllbb!" she grunted, closing her eyes and working her mouth over his cock with extra vigor. "Nnnggg!"

"Ooohh, honey, you're sucking my cock off!" Lew grunted. "You're getting it all, every bit of my come; I can't stand it anymore!"

He continued to work his prick in her mouth, however; his pleasure was far too intense for it to be interrupted by anything. Kim and her brother were positively gaping at the sensual scene; they had completely forgotten about each other in their interest. Lew gave up his slow, grinding motion only after a long while and pulled his prick out of Ellen's mouth with a hearty sigh of satisfaction.

"Now the third part," he. muttered, scooting back down her body and getting between her knees; she parted them as soon as he began to move. "I'll put it in your pussy, darling, and you'll have another come!"

"My God, you're going to fuck her silly!" Kim abruptly said, jarred out of her trancelike state by his promise. "Daddy, you'll kill her with love!"

"No, he'll only make me the most satisfied woman in the entire Southwest," Ellen said, sighing and throwing a warm smile at her daughter. "When your father fucks a woman, dear, he doesn't stop until she's had all she can take!"

"She tends to exaggerate a little," Lew modestly said. "I probably wouldn't be able to go on like this, except that it's so damned exciting, doing it with both of you looking on!"

"I don't care what the reason is," Ellen told them. "I only know that I'm going to get fucked again and that I'm going to love every inch of that cock of yours! That's one thing you've got to learn, Kim; no matter how his prick gets hard, a man with an erection is worth having! Any kind of hard is good for your cunt!"

"Wow, I can believe it," the girl murmured. Lew moved between Ellen's thighs and again seated his prick in the mouth of her cunt. She grunted sharply when he pressed the tool into her flesh; she threw her legs around him and began humping madly. They fucked away at each other with exceptional vigor for a moment or two, but then Ellen slowed her movements and looked over at her son and daughter.

"Kim, you're getting too interested in watching," she said with a low, throaty laugh. "You'd better make use of Jim's cock!"

"Wow, you're right," the girl said, looking down at her brother's iron-hard prick. "I got so interested in you two that I'd forgotten all about myself and Jim! Come on, honey, let's do it with them!"

When Jim had again mounted his sister and had rammed half his prick up her hot, tight cunt and she had answered with a flurry of wiggles and gasps, she again stopped her motions and looked over at her mother.

"You know, I don't think I'm ever going back into a swimming pool!" she said, a devilish glint playing in her eyes. "I'm going to save all my energy for fucking!"

"I was thinking that perhaps I might call in at the office," Lew said as he worked his prick in and out of Ellen's cunt at a leisurely pace.

"You know, to tell them I was treating my family to a week in the mountains. Do you think we could stand a week of each other up here?"

"Mmm, I could stay here forever," Kim murmured. "How about you, Mom?"

"As long as we've got our men here I'm not going anywhere," Ellen vowed. "There's nothing else in the whole world that I want! It's all here, in your cunt and mine!"


The End
