Family Affairs
by Unknown
(IT-151)


CHAPTER ONE 

"You can't be Kelley," he said. "Not my baby sister!" 

His smoke gray eyes seared into her like lasers and Kelley felt herself melt 
in her Mary Janes. 

She blushed crimson and stammered, "Y-Yes, it's me, Travis!" 

He flashed her a dazzling grin and his strong arms embraced her like steel 
vises, lifting the gorgeous blonde teenager off the ground. 

She was breathless when her older brother set her down on the ground once 
more. He stared over her head into the interior of the house. 

"Is Mom home, kid?" Travis drawled, shifting his duffel bag from one browned 
hand to the other. 

"She's out shopping with Warren," Kelley told him shyly. "She'll be home 
soon, Travis. Come on in! We've got a room all ready for you." 

The brother and sister were both a little awkward with one another. Six 
years had passed since they had last seen one another. Six long years during 
which each of them had done a lot of growing up. 

Travis had been in Vietnam. Kelley had blossomed out of gangly adolescence 
into the full bloom of young, voluptuous womanhood. 

Both Travis and Kelley were shocked and intrigued by how much they had 
changed. But as they sat in the living-room chatting, they gradually grew 
more comfortable with one another. 

A subtle, electric current generated between them, and Kelley squirmed in 
the chintz-covered easy chair as she felt her older brother's appreciative 
eyes rake over her with unabashed interest. 

She was disturbed by the feelings she was experiencing. Travis was quite 
simply the sexiest young man she had ever seen, and there was no sense in 
denying the fact. And she was guiltily pleased by the knowledge that she was 
quite a knock-out herself. Petite and leggy, the eighteen year old platinum 
blonde minx stopped traffic when she walked down the street, and frequently 
she had to fight off the wolves with both hands. 

That afternoon, she looked particularly ravishing in a skimpy red miniskirt 
and a pink tube top which hugged and lifted the firm, perky peaks of her 
breasts. Her silky, ash-streaked hair spilled to her elbows, draping over 
slender sun-browned shoulders. 

She had an oval face with wide, innocent, long-lashed china blue eyes, a 
tiny retrousse nose and full rosebud lips. Her pink cheeks dimpled 
delightfully when she smiled. 

In spite of himself, Travis felt a stirring of desire in his loins as he 
slouched on the sofa and gulped Budweiser from a can. He knew he'd made an 
impression on his kid sister, and though he knew it was wrong, he was 
actually toying with the idea of putting the make on her. 

Shit, she was a living doll! Four years in Nam had hardened him more than a 
little. Four years of blood-shed and mayhem had turned his concepts of 
morality and decency topsy turvy.... 

He impatiently shook off thoughts of Nam and asked, "So, tell me about this 
guy Mom's shacked up with." 

Kelley flushed and said in a low voice, "Warren and Mom are married, 
Travis." 

He detected a note of reproval in her voice and grinned laconically. "Oh, 
don't worry, kid, I'm not about to stir things up here. Though I'm sure you 
get a lot of flack about having a step-dad who's a ... black man." 

Kelley sighed. It had been difficult. Very difficult. In Amber Springs, 
Alabama, the idea of a black man marrying a white woman was unheard of. 
Sonya Petersen, a voluptuous divorcee who had moved to Alabama from Florida 
and worked as a cocktail waitress at a local club, had broken the biggest 
taboo of the Deep South. Kelley was ostracized and insulted by her friends, 
anonymous people made threatening and obscene phone calls to their home, 
young toughs broke their windows and painted "Nigger Lover" on the sidewalk 
in front of their house on Oleander Avenue.... 

But by far the worst thing was what had happened between Kelley and her new 
step-father. From day one, Kelley had an uneasy awareness that the hulking 
black stud looked at her hungrily, with lust in his dark eyes. And she too 
had felt a stirring of passion when she watched him strut around the house 
in his BVDs. 

Things had come to a head three weeks earlier when Sonya was out of town, 
visiting a sick aunt in Mobile. Now, as Kelley chatted with her brother, the 
memory of that momentous afternoon forced itself into her consciousness, and 
she found herself getting all hot and bothered as mingled feelings of guilt, 
excitement and uncontrollable desire flooded through her.... 

* * * * * 

"Come over here a moment, baby!" Warren Douglass' husky voice rang out. 

Kelley gulped, standing awkwardly in the hallway and peering into her 
stepfather's room. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Her 
rounded blue eyes were fixed on Warren Douglass' brawny black body; she 
slowly walked into the room, drawn to him like iron to a magnet. 

He was sprawled across the bed, staring at her with blood-shot, hungry eyes. 
He wore nothing but soiled BVDs which tented around the solid, throbbing log 
of his manhood, lifting the elastic away from his washboard belly. On the 
bedside table stood several empty bottles of beer and Warren clutched an 
almost empty bottle in one paw-like fist. 

His other hand was locked behind his woolly head. Soft light escaping 
through the partially drawn blinds cast honeyed bars of light across his 
mahogany-colored, muscular physique. "You look beautiful, Kelley, baby," 
Warren muttered huskily. "Real fuckin' beautiful...." 

Kelley's head was whirling. She couldn't believe this was happening.... 

But he was like that, when he drank. A raw, animalistic quality came over 
the brawny black man who had swept her mother off her feet. 

Sometimes, she heard him and Sonya fighting in the other room, and there was 
fear in her mother's voice. And then she would hear moans and cries and 
whimpers and the sounds of creaking bed springs.... 

"Sit here, sugar," he hissed, patting the mattress, and she obeyed silently, 
trembling slightly, fully aware that what was happening was not right, but 
completely unable to control herself. She felt as though he had taken 
control of her will, and she gave a choked whimper as he sat up and ran his 
hands feverishly up and down her body. 

"So pretty! So sweet and pretty!" he muttered hoarsely, covering the full, 
moulded peaks of her breasts in his huge hands, kneading them through the 
soft pale blue fabric of her summer dress. She bit her lower lip, 
half-closing her eyes as a surge of pleasure burned through her tits. Her 
nipples swelled and chafed against the cotton as Warren ground the heels of 
his hands against them. "Oh, W-Warren, we ... we shouldn't be doing this," 
she gasped. 

But she did not resist as his marauding hands tugged her dress up around her 
waist. Her well-shaped legs draped over the side of the bed, and between 
them, the damp vortex of her sex was framed by a flimsy triangle of pink 
silk. 

He had the radio on, and the raspy voice of Bruce Springsteen pulsed through 
her like a sensation as Warren's rough fingers scraped along the insides of 
her thighs and hooked in the elastic of her panties. He drew them down and 
off and Kelley felt dizzy, leaning slowly back till she was sprawled on the 
bed beside him. Warren crouched next to her, and the lump in his shorts was 
even huger now. She could see a damp spot expanding in the constricted 
cotton, and a line of dark, kinky pubes escaped over the waistband of his 
BVDs. 

"I've had the hots for you, baby, ever since I first moved in here," Warren 
panted, crawling between her legs, his dark eyes burning hungrily into her 
crotch. "Yeah, every time I fucked your mother, I thought of you, squirming 
in your bed down the hall." 

He sucked in his breath as he examined the pulpy petals of her pussy. A soft 
tuft of honey blonde hair crested the hot, slick slit. The silken lips were 
bloated and parted; he could see the taut, quivering clove of her love bud. 

Jesus, she was hot. He was ready to shoot his wad in his shorts. He gripped 
her knees and pushed her legs apart, watching the lips of her twat gape 
open, revealing the tender jewels of her inner vagina. 

"Aaaaaaah!" Kelley sobbed, her fingers raking into the sheets, her back 
arching as her step-father's hot, boozy breath tantalized the sensitive 
flesh of her young cunt. 

Warren growled, the hot, sweet scent of girl crotch making his balls tighten 
with sex heat. He scraped his thumbs up and down the spread lips of her 
labia and watched her squirm, her face flushed, her cascading golden tresses 
fanning across the pillow, her eyes closed.... 

He pinched hold of her pussy lips and pulled them wide apart. The hot pink 
opening to her fuck passage spasmed open and closed, glistening and 
satin-soft, beckoning him to continue. "Hot white pussy, man ... " he 
whispered hoarsely, trembling with desire. 

Warren plunged his face between Kelley's silken thighs. She uttered a choked 
scream, tossing her head wildly as his long, warm tongue snaked out and 
slithered hungrily up and down her warm slit. Unbelievably intense waves of 
pleasure washed through her, scorching the center of her being. Her pussy 
convulsed, bloating with excitement, leaking with copious love juice which 
painted his probing tongue. 

"Oh y-yes! Oh, God, YES!" she panted, and it was a voice unknown to her, the 
voice of a woman torn with passion. 

All the pent-up sexual fantasies she had repressed till now came flooding to 
the surface of her consciousness. For the first time in her eighteen years, 
Kelley Petersen released the slut within her.... 

He sucked her pussy, growling with pleasure as he tasted the tangy honey of 
her juices, his dexterous tongue darting rapidly in and out of her slick, 
grasping cunt hole. Warren washed his taster up to the stiff bud of her 
clitoris and strummed it, fluttering his tongue tip with hummingbird 
swiftness. 

Kelley's baby blue eyes opened wide. She gave a strangled scream, arching 
her back frantically, white hot ecstasy rippling through her loins. She 
grabbed frantically at his head, her fingers raking through the tight, 
woolly helmet of his black, kinky hair. She scissored her tan legs around 
his thick, bull-like neck, bucking upward with her hips, her body alive with 
primal rapture as he licked and sucked her aching, gushing snatch. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" Warren panted, grinning wolfishly as 
he lifted his dark face from between her thighs, staring up at her with 
smoldering lust in his eyes. The lower part of his face glistening with her 
nectar. He pushed two thick fingers against the buttery folds of her labia, 
spreading them easily, pumping them up slowly inside of her. 

"Ooooooh, G-God, Warren, p-please, don't stop!" Kelley sobbed, bucking and 
panting with delirious pleasure. She was a prisoner now, a prisoner to dark, 
forbidden hungers which raged within her, a prisoner to this hulking, black 
brute who had already enslaved her mother with his dusky virility. 

Warren twisted his fingers in the wet, hot pouch of his step-daughter's 
cunt. He pumped them in and out of her, spreading the digits apart, testing 
the elasticity of her squirming sex. His gut tightened with lust. With his 
free hand, Warren lifted the elastic of his shorts over his throbbing cock, 
letting the BVDs snap up beneath his heavy-hanging balls. 

His bull-dick whipped up against his rippling belly, stiff as a poker, 
leaking a trickle of pre-come. He pulled his fingers out of her with a moist 
squelching sound and pushed her dress up around her armpits, letting the 
milky globes of her breasts spring free. 

"Nice titties ... Nice white titties ... " he muttered, digging his brown 
fingers into the soft, spongy mounds, kneading them hard, feeling her ripe 
pink nipples scrape against his palms. He encircled her tits in his hands, 
lifting them high. He bent to lick the pebbly halos. Kelley whimpered in 
delight as his hot, thick lips latched around each perky nub, milking at 
them till her nipples were fat as raisins and swollen with sensitivity. 

All at once, he rose to his knees, panting hard. Warren's muscular chest 
glistened with a sheen of sweat like polished wood, heaving as the breath 
blasted from his flaring nostrils. 

"Oh, L-Lord!" Kelley gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at his thick 
cock for the first time, It erupted from a sweat-soaked thatch of pubes, 
knifing into the air like a club, ropy with lust-thickened veins. The fat, 
purplish knob was big as a child's bunched fist, and Kelley wondered if her 
lily white fingers could fit around the thick, iron-hard shaft. She would 
soon have an opportunity of finding out.... 

"Yeah, you like this big black meat, honey?" he growled, sliding his fingers 
up and down the twitching shaft, waving it before her wide blue eyes. 

Kelley gulped, trembling with shock and trepidation. She was no virgin. She 
had lost her cherry to Jason Rutman, the big jock at Amber Springs High, on 
the night of the senior prom. It had been painful and unpleasant and she had 
never repeated the experience. 

But now, as her lusty black stepfather waved his throbbing dick invitingly, 
Kelley felt the full, molten power of feminine desire blazing within her. 
Drawn by a force over which she had no control, the blonde beauty reached 
out, running her hands up Warren's strong black legs to his thighs. 

Warren let go of his prong and it slapped up masterfully against his 
rippling belly. He groaned in delight as the luscious lass closed her soft 
fingers around his stiff tool. 

Kelley purred in pleasure, stroking it ever so gently, awed by its size and 
texture. It was like a thick log of iron encased in slick black silk. The 
hot musk of his sweaty loins burned in her nostrils like a potent 
aphrodisiac and she felt her pussy lips contract and quiver with desire. 

Bending down, mesmerized by the pulsating member which loomed before her, 
Kelley brushed her lips over the fat, juicy knob. Warren gave a guttural cry 
of pleasure as the girl's wet tongue explored the knob of his cock. "Oh, 
y-yeah, baby, lick that pecker! Lick it GOOD! MMMMMM!" 

Kelley fanned her satiny tongue in expanding circles over the spongy 
cock-head, savoring the tang of his pre-come, moaning as she spread her lips 
around the mushroom cap. Her jaws yawned wide, straining painfully as she 
forced the big meat into her hungry mouth. Wild need pierced through her as 
she started to suck. 

Her pink cheeks hollowed as she milked at the first couple of inches of her 
black step-father's horse-meat. She felt the cock pulsate against her curled 
tongue. Slowly, she munched her way down the stalk, taking care not to let 
her teeth scrape the sensitive dick-flesh. 

Kelley hummed in bitch pleasure, sliding her hands around the slick, compact 
cheeks of Warren's black ass, feeling them flex against her palms as she 
sucked his huge cock. 

"Awwww, honey, you suck dick good! REAL good! Damn, that's fine!" Warren 
panted happily. He raked his thick, calloused fingers through the tumbling 
tresses of her thick blonde hair, gripping the back of Kelley's head. 

Tensing his buns, he hunched back and forth, grunting as he fed the blonde 
slut his sex-tool. Kelley choked suddenly as the beefy knob jammed into her 
throat, cutting off her oxygen and bringing tears to her eyes. 

She tried to back off but the black stud's powerful hands tightened around 
her head and he heaved forward hard. 

"Swallow it, bitch! Swallow that big, fat dick!" he ordered hoarsely. 

Kelley's eyes bulged and she gagged as she felt her tender throat gape 
around the plunging, throbbing dick. It stroked down her gullet, plunging 
deeper and deeper till her soft, circled lips mashed into his sweaty pubes. 
Warren's huge black nuts slapped against her chin and she gurgled and 
struggled feebly, growing light-headed from lack of oxygen. 

She had her stepfather's ten inch cock rammed to the hilt in her throat! And 
she loved it! But she couldn't breathe.... 

Warren eased back, his dick popping out of her throat long enough for the 
young girl to inhale some air through her nose, and then he fed her his 
juicy joint once more. "Yeah, deep-throat that big dick, girl! Uh huh! 
Swallow it! Awwww, h-honey, that feels so fuckin' GOOD! Take it! Take it, 
bitch! UNNGH!" he grunted, roughly pushing her up and down on his dick, 
pumping it rapidly back and forth between her full red lips. 

Kelley slurped and sucked, going wild with sluttish delight, uttering 
muffled moans of pleasure as she milked at his black meat. She cupped her 
full, creamy breasts and caressed them, plucking and twisting at her fat, 
raspberry-stained nipples, heaving and squirming on the bed. 

Her twat was wet and hot, spasming with wanton need. Her fingers glided down 
the smooth plane of her belly and stroked and brushed over the pulpy fruit 
of her lust-engorged twat. 

Warren hunched back, letting go of her head, and his horse-meat popped from 
between her lips, jerking in the air at an angle, gleaming with spit. His 
eyes were dark and dangerous as he stared down at her, panting hard. "Now, 
baby, this nigger stud's gonna fuck you good!" he said, and his voice seared 
through her like an electric current.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"You ever been fucked before, Kelley baby?" Warren Douglass whispered, his 
dark face looming above her. 

She nodded and gasped shakily, "P-Please, Warren, be gentle!" 

"Don't worry, baby," he muttered. "I'll take it nice and slow." 

He nudged her legs apart with his knees. He propped himself up with one hand 
and groped between their bodies with the other, fisting his stiff, wet tool. 

Kelley shuddered as her stepfather slapped his sturdy dick up and down on 
the hot, spread lips of her cunt. The turgid knob brushed over the tender 
bud of her clit and a shock-wave of pleasure ripped through her. She cried 
out softly, instinctively throwing her legs wider apart. Her heart thudded 
wildly in her chest; she gripped convulsively at the crumpled bed sheets. 

"Yeah, honey, you're hot for it! Hot and wet!" he observed, rubbing the 
blunt tip of his dick against her labia. 

He eased forward, and Kelley closed her eyes, choking on a sob as she felt 
herself slowly expand. The walls of her slick, tight cunt stretched around 
the blunt, knob of his dick, and she felt a brief spasm of pain as he thrust 
into her suddenly. 

"Awww, b-baby, so fuckin' beautiful ... " Warren croaked as the hot, 
quivering glove of flesh squirmed around his dick. He pumped forward, 
groaning as his prick stroked slowly into the succulent tunnel, sliding up 
to the hilt. Their bellies ground together ... Kelley gave a low scream as 
the huge meat banged against her cervix, stretching her pink pussy more than 
it had ever been stretched before. 

"Jesus, you're tight!" Warren hissed, tonguing her ear. He lowered his big, 
sweaty body on top of her, crushing her aching breasts. Warren's hands 
slipped beneath her, clenching the creamy globes of Kelley's buns. 

She sobbed as he heaved on top of her, stirring his big tool in the sucking 
pouch of her sex. "Yeah, milk it, honey! 

Milk your stepdad's big dick! MMMMM! That feels so nice! Feel it pumpin' you 
deep, Kelley, baby!" Warren whispered. 

The heady aroma of his body was like a tonic, driving her wild as she 
writhed beneath the black man, a slave to dark, forbidden desires. Kelley 
ran her hands feverishly up and down his broad slippery back, feeling the 
heavy play of muscles beneath his ebony skin. His thick lips sought her own 
and they kissed hungrily, tangling tongues. 

Instinctively, Kelley looped her legs around his narrow middle, hooking her 
feet together, her heels digging into the small of Warren's back. He pumped 
in and out of her, his dick sliding deep in her slippery cunt in slow, 
powerful strokes. Each time his black cock speared her pussy, stroking the 
stretched walls of her vagina, a dark vibration of erotic heat glided 
through her body, setting her nerve endings on fire, and she gasped and 
cried out in breathless ecstasy. 

Kelley writhed frantically beneath him, bucking upward with her hips, gladly 
impaling herself again and again on Warren Douglass' manhood. 

Her nails scraped across his sweaty back, and Warren heaved his torso off of 
her, staring into her eyes as he fucked her harder now. He heaved back till 
only the spongy knob of his cock was enclosed by her pussy lips and then 
rammed to the balls inside her once more. 

Kelley's lithe, smooth body shuddered and bucked as he fucked her ... Warren 
liked the way the pointy spheres of her breasts wobbled and bounced each 
time he drove his dick deep in her tight twat. 

"Yeah, baby, you're just like your mother!" Warren grinned. "You need it 
bad, don't ya? Uh huh! You hot white sluts love this black dude's big, hard 
cock!" 

He was pounding into her with brute force now, nearly knocking the air from 
her lungs as he stroked his cock deep in her cunt. Her gaping pussy made wet 
squelching sounds as it sucked at the stiff meat which pumped into it. 
"Aaaaah! Y-Yes! Fuck me! F-Fuck me!" she heard herself gasping, as if from 
far away. 

The fire within her was growing more intense. The flames seared through her 
each time his heavy prick jammed into her. There was even more pain as she 
squirmed beneath him. 

Something seemed to snap at the quick of her being. Kelley's baby blue eyes 
opened wide and she gave a strangled scream, arching her back. Her nails dug 
into Warren's black flesh and she bucked upward wildly as she climaxed. 
Spasms of rapture seared her senses, and her cunt milked urgently at the big 
black dick which continued to relentlessly slam into her. 

"Yeah! Yeah, baby, I feel you coming! Take it! Take this big black dick, 
slut! UNNNGH!" Warren panted, pounding into her fast and hard, greedily 
watching the expressions of sheer, wanton delight which flickered across her 
beautiful face. 

He pulled out of her abruptly, getting up on his knees. 

Dazed by the explosive orgasm, Kelley lay gasping on the bed, her vision 
slowly clearing. She stared up at him through heavy lids. He loomed above 
her like a black god, glistening with sweat, his sturdy cock jerking in 
mid-air, dripping with her juices, turgid with lust. 

"Roll over, Kelley, honey!" he rasped hoarsely, licking his thick lips. 

She felt too soft, too meek, too sated with sex to even question his 
command. She was his now. She belonged to this powerful man who had driven 
her to such incredible heights of ecstasy. 

Getting fucked by that uncouth quarterback in the back seat of his battered 
Pontiac had been nothing like this. Not even close. 

She whimpered softly as she sprawled belly down on the crumpled bed sheets, 
resting a flushed cheek on her folded arms. Every inch of her flesh seemed 
to blaze with hypersensitivity. She was a mass of raw nerve endings. Her 
swollen nipples ached as they chafed against the bed linen. 

She felt him scramble up between her splayed legs. She felt her stepfather's 
strong hands glide up the backs of her legs and cover the full, rounded 
cheeks of her buns. She felt his calloused thumbs dig into her moist ass 
crack and peel her buttocks apart. 

Warren gave a low moan of excitement, his dark eyes blazing with animal lust 
as he stared at the tiny rosebud of his stepdaughter's anus. It glistened 
with a droplet of moisture, coyly winking open and closed as Kelley squirmed 
on the bed. 

Warren's big black prick jumped with aggressive need. His musky balls were 
bloated with a heavy, smoldering load. He had held off till now. This was 
what he liked more than anything. Tight asshole. Tight, sweet, white bitch 
ass-hole.... 

He gripped Kelley firmly by the waist and fisted his dong, slapping against 
her slick crack. He pushed it between the milk white globes of flesh and 
growled in excitement as he felt the heat of her puckered ass-hole against 
his slick dick-head. 

"Yeah, baby, now I'm gonna get what I really like!" he muttered. He gave a 
low grunt, tensing his muscles and snapping his lower body forward hard. For 
a brief moment, the innocent ass-hole resisted the brutal phallic assault. 

But then, taken by surprise, it passively spread around the slick, thrusting 
tool, spreading into an outrageous "O" as Warren's huge cock plunged deep in 
the hot, buttery tunnel of Kelley's virgin ass. 

Kelley's head jerked back and she screamed, her nails raking across the bed 
sheets. Unexpected pain seared through her dick-engorged rectum. "OOOOWWWW! 
W-What are you DOING?" she shrieked, bucking weakly. 

But he held her down, his cruel fingers gripping her tightly by the waist as 
he churned his long, thick tool deep in her steamy ass. "Easy! Easy, baby! 
It's gonna feel good! Real good! Just relax!" he panted. 

He began to sodomize her, his black ass humping back and forth. His dick 
jammed deep in her belly and then backed almost all the way out. His sweaty 
black thighs slapped rhythmically against her buns. His heavy testicles 
slapped up against her hot, wet pussy. 

Kelley uttered short, broken cries of protest as sharp pains continued to 
accompany his lusty thrusts, but already, she was experiencing a change. 
Something was happening inside of her, something incredible. A dark, 
primitive heat was expanding deep in her bowels. Her legs felt like jelly. 
Her heart was pounding ... her head whirled. She bit her lower lip and 
winced, choking back a sob as the tears filled her eyes. He was fucking her 
ASS! She had never dreamed of a man doing that to her before! It was 
humiliating! It was unnatural! But, God, it was starting to feel good! 

"Ooh! OOOOH! N-Nooo!" she gasped, her body jerking forward each time his 
hard thighs slapped against her buns. 

"Yeah! Take it, slut! Take my big dick up your hot fuckin' ASS!" Warren 
panted, rolling his hips and twitching his joint in her steamy ass. 

He slapped the upturned half moons of her buns, digging his fingers deeply 
into the flesh, leaving red marks. He kneaded her buns as he stroked in and 
out of her. 

Spreading her ass cheeks wide and watching as his stiff cock stretched her 
hot ass-hole, Warren rammed into Kelley hard and fast. He groaned in 
pleasure as she wiggled and whimpered with pleasure. 

Damn, the slut had a hot ass! It felt like a steamy velvet glove, gripping 
at his lust-heated joint, stroking it hungrily. 

Warren's low-hanging, scum-bloated balls were tightening as they slapped up 
against Kelley's dripping snatch. Kelley was up on her knees now, poking her 
butt in the air, pushing back to meet his savage thrusts. 

Her big tits were flattened against the mattress; her flushed face was 
camouflaged by a mass of blonde hair. She panted and cried out with 
degenerate delight as the dark pleasure spread from her cock-stuffed butt to 
her tingling snatch. 

She fingered her crotch, rolling the tip of her finger rapidly over the 
slick, erect bud of her clitoris. The combined sensations of stimulating her 
sopping twat and getting fucked up the ass were becoming almost unbearably 
intense. "AAAAAH!! Y-YEEEEES!! F-Fuck me, you bastard, FUCK MY ASS!" she 
shrieked, bucking wildly. 

The bed springs were creaking and groaning in protest as the hulking black 
stud pumped his horse-meat up his stepdaughter's tight ass as hard and fast 
as he could. 

"Oooh, G-GOD, I'M C-CUUUUUMING! AAAAAAAAH!! " Kelley screamed, tears of joy 
staining her heated cheeks. 

"J-Jesus!" Warren grunted through clenched teeth as he felt her hot 
sphincter muscle clench greedily around his stroking tool, nearly sucking 
the load right out of his balls. He leaned into the shuddering, coming girl, 
holding his stiff meat deep in her bowels while Kelley panted and squirmed 
beneath him. "Yeah, slut, this black stud makes you feel real, real good, 
huh?" Warren leered, backing out of her abruptly. 

His cock slapped slickly against his rippling stomach muscles, looking huge 
and bloated, latticed with a network of purplish veins. He growled, 
scrambling forward till he knelt beside Kelley's head. Warren pushed her 
over on her back and gripped a thick handful of Kelley's golden hair, 
jerking her panting face towards his pulsating member. "I'm gonna squirt my 
load in your pretty face, slut!" he rasped hoarsely, "yeah, this is what 
your Mamma likes me to do after I fuck her ass good! Uh huh! Lick it, baby! 
Lick this big black meat! Make your stepdaddy shoot his load, slut! Oh, 
baby, y-yeah!" 

Kelley was fluttering her tongue tip over the fat, bloated head of his cock 
as Warren pounded his pecker urgently, slapping and rubbing it against her 
lovely face. His big balls tightened. Savage pleasure knifed through his 
loins. He jerked her head back, squeezing his horse-meat tightly as he aimed 
it at Kelley's panting face. "Take it, slut ... AAAAAWWWWWW!H" 

His black dick exploded in his pumping fingers. 

She yawned her mouth wide, greedily extending her tongue as hot gobs of scum 
squirted into her face. She purred in pleasure as she savored the hot, tangy 
juice which sprayed from his balls into her mouth. 

"D-Damn, you white sluts sure know how to make a guy feel good!" Warren 
gasped weakly as Kelley leaned forward and lovingly licked his balls clean. 
She purred happily, feeling like a total slut for the first time in her 
life. And what's more, she absolutely loved the feeling! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Penny for your thoughts, little sister!" 

Travis' husky voice interrupted Kelley's illicit memory flow and she jumped, 
feeling guilty and flustered. "Uh, n-nothing, Travis, nothing at all!" she 
stammered, smiling weakly. 

Travis stretched, locking his hands over the top of his head as he yawned. 
"Awful hot today, ain't it, Sis?" he drawled casually. 

"Why, yes it is," Kelley concurred, getting up quickly. "Let me turn on the 
fan. Then we'll be much more comfortable." She was walking by him towards 
the fan on a table by the bay window which offered a beautiful view of the 
garden. 

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Kelley?" Travis said quietly, grasping 
her wrist and pulling her to his chair. His fingers felt like steel vises 
around her wrist. Kelley gasped, for she saw a huge bulge creasing the inner 
leg of his tight white trousers. 

Those gray eyes were like chinks of stormy sky, beckoning her with a silent 
message she could not fail to understood. She trembled as she stood next to 
him, staring down at the brother she had always been devoted to, whose 
graduation picture adorned her vanity table, over whom she had wept in fear 
every time a story about soldiers being killed in Viet Nam was shown on the 
TV 

Bathed in soft, dusty light, Travis Petersen looked devastatingly handsome 
that sultry afternoon. He read the worship in his kid sister's baby blue 
eyes, and incestuous lust reared within him, filling him with a sense of 
aggressive power. 

He wore a tank top tee shirt which looked two sizes too small, hugging the 
hard, copper-toned "V" of his powerfully built torso. His shoulders were 
broad, and his biceps bulged becomingly beneath tawny flesh. A tattoo of a 
mermaid danced on each bicep as he flexed them. 

His well-developed pecs strained against the cotton shirt, and his dog tag 
draped down in the crevice between them. His lats stood away from his chest 
like boomerangs, tapering dramatically to his trim hips and washboard 
rippling stomach. His shirt was hiked up, baring his firm belly, and his 
tight trousers did little to hide the fact that young Travis Petersen was 
highly aroused by his gorgeous baby sister. 

Staring up at her, he greedily drank in the sight of her full young breasts, 
heaving against the light pink fabric of her revealing tube top. He could 
make out the peaks of her swelling nipples. His mouth watered as he observed 
her deep cleavage ... and then he slowly ran his eyes down to her bare 
midriff. 

Her sexy red miniskirt ended abruptly just below her crotch, showing off her 
smooth, shapely legs. She had on shiny black Mary Janes, a trifle childish 
for a girl her age, but very becoming. They lent Kelley an innocent quality 
which was very appealing. She seemed a good deal younger than her eighteen 
years, and this added greatly to her charm. 

It certainly turned on her muscular older brother. He licked his dry lips 
and said silkily, "Never mind the fan, honey. Sit down on your big brother's 
lap, like you used to when you were small." 

Kelley giggled breathlessly as he encircled her waist with a strong arm and 
hauled her onto his lap. "I never-sat on your lap before in my life, you 
silly thing!" she retorted playfully, placing her hands on his strong 
shoulders as she wriggled in mock protest, straddling his lap. 

A thrill of forbidden delight went through her as she felt the mound of her 
crotch grind against his strong legs. Travis gave a belly laugh, his hands 
sliding down her waist to her hips. 

He pulled her up close to him, hunching upward insinuatingly with his hips. 
Kelley bit her lip to repress a gasp as she felt the hardness of his sex 
against her inner thigh, throbbing through his white corduroys. "My, my, 
little Kelley's gone and grown into a big, fine girl!" Travis said 
mockingly, his hands moving behind her and groping her wiggling ass. 

"Travis, don't!" Kelley squealed, slapping his wrist playfully. "You're 
still such a fresh thing!" 

"Hey, I'm no little boy anymore, baby," Travis growled huskily, his gray 
eyes strobing lust as he stared at her. "I'm a soldier, baby. A big, strong 
soldier man. Girls throw themselves at me wherever I go." 

"I never threw myself at you!" Kelley said reproachfully, pouting and 
tossing her mane of golden hair. "You pulled me into your lap and very 
nearly broke my wrist, too!" 

"And you loved it!" he chuckled, showing off his pearly whites. 

He was slowly pushing up with his thighs, grinding his groin against 
Kelley's squirming fanny. 

Kelley found that she was breathless. Her heart was pounding like an 
overwound clock and her lacy white panties were sopping. She felt them 
molding into the wet, hot "V" of her twat. 

Travis pulled her skirt up ... Kelley gasped as she felt his strong, 
insistent fingers slide inside of her panties and knead her pliant buns. 
Kelley grabbed his wrists again and said shakily, "Really, Travis, don't! 
Mommy and Warren will be home any minute!" 

Travis growled, frowning in irritation. He too was panting hard, and his 
handsome face was flushed. He licked his lips and whispered heatedly, "Well, 
baby, you've gone and got me all hot and bothered. What are you going to do 
about it?" 

Kelley managed a weak smile and asked meekly, "What do you want me to do 
about it, Travis?" 

"Promise me you will," he coaxed. 

Kelley sucked in her breath as he closed his fingers around her trembling 
bosoms and crushed them in a savage grip through her tube top. "Promise me!" 
he hissed. 

"I ... I'll do what you want if it's not too naughty," she stammered, trying 
to make a joke of it. 

Abruptly, he spread his legs wide and pushed her back. Kelley squealed as 
she dropped down between his legs, falling to her knees on the floor in 
front of him. Travis leaned back against the head rest and lifted his ass, 
tugging impatiently at his belt. There was a dull rasping sound as he drew 
down his zipper. 

Kelley gasped as he boldly shoved his trousers down around his knees. Then, 
Travis lifted his jock strap over the throbbing staff of his erection, 
snapping the jock up beneath a big set of wrinkly, blonde-tufted balls. 

"Like that big cock, Sis?" Travis panted, twitching his boner in the air as 
he stared down at her. 

Kelley was speechless, staring in awe at the throbbing log of tumescence 
which sprouted between her handsome brother's legs. 

It was enormous! As big as Warren's, and even thicker. It had a slight curve 
near the tip, and was capped by a heart-shaped knob which was deep pink. 

The heavy dick spasmed at a forty-five degree angle in the air, surrounded 
by a tawny mane of dark blonde pubes. A glistening pearl of liquid oozed 
from his fat urethra. "Touch it!" Travis panted. "Touch your brother's dick, 
honey! You know you want to!" 

She did want to. She had to touch it. Kelley knew she was playing with fire. 
Making it with her stepfather was one thing. But having sex with her own 
brother! Her own flesh and blood! That was absolutely beyond the pale.... 

But the forbidden nature of the act made it all the more appealing to her. 
For the first time, it occurred to Kelley that she had a rather perverse 
nature. She was a slut! The men around her seemed to sense it, as though she 
gave off a scent. The scent of a bitch in heat.... 

These and other confused thoughts filled her mind as she slowly stroked her 
fingers up and down the stiff, throbbing shaft of her brother's boner. 
Travis moaned and shuddered, laying his head back against the chair, 
pleasure spilling through his loins as his sister jacked his cock. 

Impulsively, Kelley leaned down and pressed her lips against his low-hanging 
ball sac. The musky scent of his sweaty crotch drove her wild. She licked 
his big, egg-shaped balls, feeling them twitch and swell in his wrinkly 
scumbag. She purred as she munched and lapped at his testicles, sliding her 
back and forth beneath his scrotum, painting it with spit. 

"Awwwww, h-honey, yeah! Lick my fuckin' BALLS!" Travis moaned, clutching 
frantically at her head. 

She took each nut between her full, red lips and suckled it gently, 
fluttering her taster all over. Mewling with wanton delight, she worked her 
way up to his slick thighs, feathering her tongue through his crinkly pubes 
till she reached his cock. 

"Y-Yeah! Wow, little sister, you ain't a baby no more, that's for sure!" 
Travis gasped hoarsely as she ran her tongue along the base of his prick. 

"And you're no little boy!" Kelley murmured, flashing him a voluptuous smile 
before resuming her oral journey. Slowly, sensuously, she rolled the tip of 
her tongue up and down his pulsating boner, making it sparkle with saliva, 
making him moan in helpless delight. 

As she came to the flaring cone of his cock-head, Kelley curled her fingers 
around the root of his meat, pulling it towards her lovely face. She kissed 
the blunt, sticky tip, tickling the puckered piss slit with her tongue, 
savoring the salty, slightly acrid moisture. "Awwww, d-do it, honey! MMMMM!" 
Travis groaned as she swirled her licker all over his corona, pumping her 
hand up and down his dick. 

She cupped his spit-polished nuts in her free hand, lifting and gently 
squeezing them, brushing the tip of her forefinger against the bulge at the 
base of his scrotum. "J-Jesus!" Travis whispered through clenched teeth as 
her warm, suckling mouth swarmed around his blunt dick-knob. 

Kelley purred in delight as she milked his dick-head, creating a vacuum in 
her mouth. She curled her tongue into a warm trough beneath his pulsating 
dick shaft and sucked her way slowly down towards his balls. 

As his cock banged her tonsils, bringing tears to Kelley's eyes, she bravely 
tilted her head and forced her throat muscles to relax, swallowing hard. A 
dark thrill cascaded through her as her gullet gaped around the long, sturdy 
sex-tool. Her head swirled as she deep-throated the whole thing. 

Warren had taught her how to easily swallow ten thick inches of cock, and 
she had become quite an expert at it. But Travis' dick was extremely thick, 
and her throat was stretched almost unbearably, making the tears flow from 
her eyes. 

She gurgled, suckling at his fat dick-root, holding his meat deep in her 
throat till she felt light-headed from. Travis stiffened and gave a low, 
choked cry, his fingers digging convulsively around the back of her head, 
twisting in the disheveled tresses of her long, golden hair. "Aaaaah, 
Kelley, doll, YEAH! Suck it! Suck that big fuckin' COCK!" he yelped 
hoarsely, squirming on the chair as he churned the huge dick around in her 
humming gullet. 

Kelley came up for air and then greedily munched her way back down his stiff 
pecker once more. She continued to flutter her finger tips all over his 
slick balls, scraping a nail against the underside of his scrotum, driving 
the young stud wild with delight. 

Suddenly, Kelley's keen ears detected the sounds of tires on gravel. It was 
Sonya and Warren! Their car was pulling into the drive-way! With difficulty, 
she pulled off of Travis' cock, and it slapped up against his firm belly, 
throbbing with desire, dripping with spit. 

"Don't stop now, baby!" he croaked hoarsely. "I'm almost there!" 

"It's Mommy!" Kelley whispered fiercely. "God, if she found us...." 

Travis growled, grabbing the back of Kelley's neck firmly in one hand and 
jacking furiously on his big meat in the other. 

"Quick! Suck! Suck, baby! I'm almost fucking THERE!" Travis muttered 
hoarsely, shoving her face back in his lap. 

Her heart pounding with consternation, Kelley frantically slurped on his 
dick-head and the first couple of inches of his cock as he jacked the lower 
half in a frenzy of bestial lust. 

She heard the sound of the key in the lock an instant before Travis gave a 
stifled groan. His fingers tightened around her neck ... she gagged as big, 
thick jets of pungent cream burst over her tongue, filling out her cheeks, 
flowing in tangy rivulets down her gulping throat. 

As she sucked him dry, Kelley heard the voices of her mother and stepfather 
in the hallway. Travis was panting hard. 

He pushed her away from him abruptly, heaving up his ass as he jerked up his 
trousers. Reacting swiftly, Kelley sprang to her feet. 

She rushed out the door and met Sonya and Warren in the hall, blocking their 
way. 

"Hello, dear!" Sonya said brightly. "Has he come yet?" 

"What do you think?" Kelley said breathlessly, smiling teasingly as she 
stood there coyly. 

"Oh, Kelley, you little tease!" Sonya chirped, pushing her daughter aside 
and hurrying to the door to the living room. "Where is he? Where is Mommy's 
little boy?" 

Travis had just finished buckling his belt as his mother entered the room. 
He flashed his dazzling grin and sprinted forward to meet her, spinning the 
squealing lady round and round as she rained motherly kisses on his flushed 
cheeks. 

As Kelley stood in the door-way, smiling in relief, she felt someone brush 
up against her and turned to stare into her big black stepfather's mocking 
eyes. 

"Better wipe your mouth, sugar," Warren muttered in a low voice. 

Kelley turned aside hastily and wiped the sperm off her lips. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sonya impatiently stabbed out her cigarette in the mother-of-pearl ash tray 
beside her bed. Taking another gulp of her martini, she rose quickly and 
crossed to the vanity table to apply some fresh lip stick. As she walked, 
her stiletto heels clicking on the floor, Sonya felt a little off balance. 
She was flushed too, and frowned, realizing that she'd had one martini too 
many. 

Lately, she had taken to drinking martinis at an alarming rate. It had all 
started when she started having nagging suspicions about Warren. A few weeks 
earlier, she had begun to think he was having an affair. Little clues kept 
cropping up, and there was an evasiveness about him these days, as if a wall 
had suddenly been erected between them. 

When he fucked her, he was savage, leaving her bruised and breathless. He 
satisfied her, but there was something different in his hunger, something 
frightening. That night, she had awakened from a deep sleep with a piercing 
shock of realization, making her sit bolt upright in bed. 

Something had bothered her dimly about their lovemaking that night. 
Something he had said, which had sifted into her unconsciousness. In her 
sleep, she remembered the disturbing thing, and it woke her up. He had 
called her by another name at the moment of climax. He had whispered the 
heated word in a choked voice as his big black dick spilled thick sperm deep 
in her hot cunt. 

He had called her Kelley! Kelley! Her own daughter! Dear God, it couldn't be 
true! It just couldn't! She was losing her mind. She was paranoid. She was 
drinking too much. Maybe she should see a shrink.... 

Frantically, she tried to find excuses, to quell the horrific idea which was 
growing in her mind. But it persisted. And what was worse, the presence of 
her son was disturbing Sonya. He was so changed! He was no longer her little 
boy, the adorable child she had petted and spoiled. 

No, he was a man. And what a man! He had left her a tall, gangly adolescent, 
and he returned a muscular, ruggedly handsome adult, giving off an aura of 
potent masculinity like a musk. She couldn't forget the feeling of his 
strong arms as he hugged her close. She couldn't forget a fleeting glimpse 
of his crotch that first afternoon, and the shock she had experienced when 
she detected something long and thick straining against the tight leg of his 
white cords.... 

Warren and Travis didn't seem to get along very well. They seemed to circle 
one another like menacing dogs. Each seemed to view the other as a rival. It 
was all Sonya could do to keep them from lunging at one another's throats. 
God, she needed another drink.... 

Sonya poured the last of the martinis from the pitcher, her hand shaking as 
she raised the glass to her lips. She gulped down the drink and glanced at 
the clock. "Oh, God!" she gasped in consternation, nearly dropping her 
glass. It was a quarter to four! She had to be at her photography studio by 
five thirty, and she had to set up all that equipment. She had planned to 
get there by three to give herself plenty of time. 

She turned and surveyed herself briefly in the full-length mirror. She 
looked fabulous, but to Sonya's overly critical eye, the reflection was of a 
fading beauty with more than a few wrinkles around her eyes. At 
thirty-eight, Sonya was a remarkably well-preserved lady. She had an 
incredible figure, long and luscious, shaped like an hour glass. 

Her full, thrusting breasts filled out her pea green sweater admirably, and 
her plaid blouse only partially covered those long, sexy legs, encased in 
black fish net stockings. Her shoulder-length hair was a lustrous shade of 
brown, almost auburn, framing the delicately featured oval of her face. 

Her slanting, long-lashed eyes were brown and limpid like a doe's ... her 
pert nose was positioned just above her full, sensuous lips which she had 
just painted scarlet. 

As she hurried out of her room, Sonya almost collided with Travis. He had 
just come out of the shower, and wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. His 
short blonde hair was damp and tousled, and spots of moisture still glinted 
on the rippling, tawny musculature of his chest. 

"Whoah! What's the hurry, Mom?" Travis grinned, gripping her by the 
shoulders, his gray eyes twinkling playfully. 

"Oh, Travis, you gave me such a start!" Sonya smiled, feeling all fluttery 
as she blushed and lowered her eyes in confusion. "I'm late for an 
appointment at the studio, dear." 

"Oh, yeah?" Travis said, arching his brows. "Well, lemme drive you over 
there. I can help you out, maybe." 

"Oh, Travis, I couldn't ask you to do that! This is your vacation!" Sonya 
protested. 

"Forget it! I'm bored anyway, what with Kelley visiting Dad and everything. 
Come on, let's go!" 

He paused to pull on a maroon Lacoste sport shirt and went into his room to 
fetch his shoes and socks. Five minutes later, they were driving down 
Redding Street towards Sonya's studio in downtown Amber Springs. 

Sonya had been interested in photography since she was in college. In fact, 
she had met her first husband, Clint, when she went to work as a 
photographer at the offices of a fashion magazine in Pensacola, Florida. He 
was the editor-in-chief. 

But after they were married, Clint didn't want his wife to work anymore. She 
had stayed at home during her two pregnancies and until her young children 
were in school, and then she started to get restless. She drank and started 
to fool around. Clint found out, and kicked her out. Actually, their 
marriage had been a sham almost from the beginning, so the break-up had been 
a relief, and a release. 

With the money Clint had given her in his generous divorce settlement, she 
set up a photography shop and an adjoining studio in Amber Springs, Alabama. 
She made a modest living on the shop and was able to indulge her penchant 
for photography in the studio. In fact, three of her pictures had been 
featured in a photography show in Mobile several months before, and one had 
won a second prize ribbon. 

Her specialty was nudes. And Warren Douglass had answered an ad she placed 
in the Amber Springs Bugle for a model. She had taken three rolls of film of 
the big black stud posing nude in her studio, and it was the beginning of a 
hot, whirlwind romance which resulted in their controversial marriage. 

"The studio looks pretty much the same as when I left," Travis observed as 
he sauntered into the big square room above Sonya's photography shop at 2123 
Periwinkle Lane. Sonya sighed as she looked at the clock. Goodness, she was 
so late! She had to set up for a special shoot of two male models for the 
catalogue of a major department store. 

The painted back-drop of a beach was rolled up in the back of the shop 
surrounded by lights and tangled wires and all sorts of equipment. With 
Travis' help, however, Sonya was amazed to find that everything was set up 
in less than half an hour. 

It was a hot afternoon and Travis stripped to the waist, baring his 
muscular, bronzed chest. Sonya had to force herself to drag her eyes from 
her son's hot physique. She felt herself getting moist in her panties. All 
those martinis had lowered her inhibitions and lurid fantasies and ideas 
were crowding into her consciousness. 

Travis was thumbing through one of her portfolios. It contained many of her 
best nude studies. He lifted his head and grinned at his Mom impishly. 

"So Warren used to be one of your models, huh, Mom?" he drawled, holding up 
the portfolio to display a page of photos of Sonya's big black hubby. 

"Why, yes, he was," Sonya acquiesced, trying not to blush. 

"Now I can see why you decided to get hitched up with him!" Travis said, 
admiring the photos. 

"Travis!" Sonya exclaimed, scandalized by his boldness. 

Her rugged son chuckled and went on mockingly, "Aw, come on, Mom! You're a 
hot lady! Hell, I think it's kinda cool that you get off on taking all these 
pictures of guys in the buff! How come you never took nude pictures of me?" 

Sonya giggled in spite of herself, mesmerized by his blazing gray gaze. His 
eyes seemed to see through her pea green sweater, greedily roving over the 
full globes of her breasts. Impulsively, feeling overcome with heat, Sonya 
gripped her sweater and tugged it over her head. Beneath it she wore a loose 
white tee shirt. 

Travis gave an appreciative grunt as he perceived that his sexy Mom was not 
wearing a bra; he could see the puckers of her nipples quite clearly through 
the thin cotton material of her shirt. 

Mother and son stared at one another, the subterranean current of incestuous 
interest swiftly boiling to the surface. 

They both jumped as the door bell chimed-it was the models. 

Sonya ushered the two extraordinarily handsome young men into the studio, 
her heart still beating rapidly. As the guys entered, Travis came forward 
and offered his hand to each of them. "Hi there!" he said pleasantly. "I'm 
Travis, Mrs. Douglass' assistant." 

Sonya looked at him in surprise and Travis threw her a furtive wink. He 
ushered the men to the small changing room. "Play along with me, Mom," he 
whispered. "Let's have fun this afternoon!" 

He was standing very close to her and Sonya gasped as Travis leaned down and 
crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard. His hungry mouth sucked at her 
lower face, and she moaned as his tongue slithered between her lips, lapping 
up her saliva. 

Weakly, she tried to push him away, but his strong arms were wrapped tightly 
around her middle. She felt something hard and throbbing pushing against her 
thighs, and desire seared through her, making her knees weak. 

The door to the changing room opened and the two models emerged in time to 
see the hunky, shirtless blonde dude passionately kissing the buxom 
photographer. They stood there, grinning knowingly and looking rather 
awkward till Sonya managed to pull herself free from her son's insistent 
embrace. 

"G-Goodness, Travis, that was really unnecessary!" she stammered, patting 
her hair and attempting to smile. 

Travis chuckled and winked at the two guys. Then, he clapped his hands and 
said importantly, "All right, guys! Let's get this show on the road!" Travis 
manned the lights while Sonya moved between two cameras set up on tripods, 
also using a hand-held camera for variety. 

The guys were modeling a new line of very revealing swimming briefs. Under 
the hot lights, they looked terrific, and in her feverish, slightly 
inebriated state of mind, Sonya could not help but become more than a little 
aroused. 

Jim was a dark-haired guy with a taut swimmer's build and movie star good 
looks. Bobby was bigger and more muscular and strikingly handsome, with 
brown hair that fell to his shoulders and deep-set, intense green eyes 
shaded by thick, brooding brows. 

Their bodies were golden from much exposure to the sun, and gleamed with the 
oil which had been applied before the shoot began. 

They struck a variety of winsome poses by the big beach umbrella and on the 
styrofoam "sand" in front of the brilliantly colored, almost surrealistic 
backdrop of an ocean and a sky. 

Sonya suddenly felt her son's body brushing up against her from behind. She 
gave a stifled gasp as he began to grind his crotch against her ass. His 
hands glided around her middle, pulling up her shirt, brushing over the 
smooth flesh of her tummy. 

"Oh, T-Travis, d-don't ... " she whispered shakily as his strong fingers 
covered the pillowy spheres of her big tits. 

"You got great tits, Mom," he whispered softly into her ear, pinching hold 
of her ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. "Yeah!" 

Music was playing over huge speakers to the right of the camera set-up. 
Annette was crooning Surfer Boy and Jim and Bobby were getting into the 
rhythm, laughing and playfully tussling on the "sand." 

Suddenly, Travis' voice rang out over Sonya's shoulder. "Hey, guys! Why 
don't we do something fun, just for kicks?" 

Jim and Bobby stopped and squinted into the lights inquiringly, waiting for 
him to continue. They were panting, and their strong bodies glistened in the 
hot lights. 

"Sonya here-likes taking shots of guys in the nude," Travis went on boldly. 
"Why don't you dudes get outta them suits and let her get her kicks?" 

"T-Travis!" Sonya gasped hoarsely, her head reeling with shock and 
mortification. She couldn't believe this was happening! Her son was boldly 
playing with her tits, making her aching rosy nubbins quiver and turret 
outward. Was she having some sort of wild, forbidden dream? 

"Come on, guys!" Travis coaxed as Jim and Bobby exchanged hesitant glances, 
grins slowly creasing their handsome faces. "Get into it!" 

"Shit, why not?" Bobby chuckled, shucking his striped briefs. 

Jim shrugged and followed suit. Strips of creamy white flesh girded their 
lean loins, contrasting strikingly with their glossy tans. 

Both dudes were well-hung and their cocks swung meatily between their strong 
young legs, already starting to grow erect as they turned towards Sonya and 
flexed and gyrated like the male strippers at Chippendale's. 

Sonya moaned feebly as Travis gripped hold of her tee shirt and tugged it 
over her head. Th creamy globes of her tits flopped free, gleaming in the 
bright lights. 

Each of her nipples was the size of a sand dollar. They were a luscious 
rose-color, and sprouted outward like fat, juicy raisins. Her flesh was so 
pale and delicate you could see a faint network of bluish veins wiggling 
away from her aureoles. 

"Yeah, this lady's got nice big tits, don't she, boys?" Travis grinned, 
squeezing and mauling his mother's huge knockers from behind as he continued 
to grind his crotch against her high, sweet ass. 

"She sure does!" Bobby echoed huskily, licking his lips, his green eyes 
blazing dangerously. 

Bobby's dick was fully erect now, rearing obscenely in the air, jerking with 
desire. He slid a hand down his belly and clamped it around his sturdy tool, 
starting to stroke it slowly. 

Jim was panting hard as he watched Travis caress and squeeze and shake Sonya 
Douglass' bountiful boobs. like 

Bobby, he was masturbating, squeezing a fat bead of glistening pre-come from 
his piss hole. 

Travis let go of her tits and ran his hands down to her plaid skirt, finding 
the zipper and dexterously pulling it down. Sonya moaned, half-closing her 
eyes as her skirt tumbled around her stiletto-heeled shoes. 

She stood there, panting with excitement, naked above the waist, wearing 
only a pair of sexy black silk panties and fish nets. 

Travis crouched down, hooking his fingers in the elastic of her panties, 
slowly, sensuously drawing them down to her ankles. Bobby and Jim gasped 
with interest as they stared greedily at the gorgeous woman who stood nearly 
naked before them. 

Sonya's juicy cunt was bloated with desire and gleamed in the hot lights. It 
was tufted by a crispy "V" of reddish brown hairs. The ripe lips of her 
labia looked like slices of passion fruit, and her clitoris was fat as a 
grape, quivering with desire. 

Travis scooted around in front of his mother, kneeling between her long, 
shapely legs, staring up at her with hungry, smoke gray eyes. He ran his 
hands slowly up her calves, feeling her smooth flesh through those filmy 
stockings. 

He leaned forward, inhaling the musky sweetness of her pussy, his dick 
throbbing painfully in his tight Levi's. 

"Oooooh, G-GOD!" Sonya cried out, tossing her mane of auburn hair and 
clutching frantically at her son's head as Travis' long, wet tongue rolled 
up and down her sensitized pussy. 

"Wow!" Bobby murmured hoarsely, jacking his dick furiously. 

Travis sucked and licked the wet petals of his mother's labia, snaking his 
tongue up to her clit. He strummed it expertly, twirling his taster tip in 
rapid flurries over the slick bead. 

Sonya gave a joyous shriek, arching her back and nearly losing her balance 
as pleasure exploded through her loins, making her vision swim and her pussy 
lips contract. 

"Fuck, let's can the posing, man," Bobby muttered huskily, winking at his 
buddy. Bobby strode forward till he stood in front of Sonya, staring down 
into her flushed beautiful face with rough sea green eyes. "Yeah, bitch, 
you're hot!" the long-haired model growled, gripping her shoulders with 
strong hands. 

He bent down and greedily kissed her, sliding his tongue deep into Sonya's 
mouth, swapping spit. As she sucked on his swarming tongue, Sonya dimly 
became aware that Jim had moved up beside Bobby. 

She moaned into Bobby's mouth as Jim's feverish fingers closed around her 
left breast, pulling and kneading at it, his palm grinding into her aching 
nubbin. 

Bobby broke the kiss, panting hard as he scooped up her right breast, 
bending down and licking the pebbly halo of her aureole before locking his 
lips around the turreting nipple. 

"Aaaaaah, y-yeeees!" Sonya screamed joyously as Jim followed Bobby's suit 
and sucked greedily on her left tit. 

Her head whirled and she thought briefly that she was on the verge of 
passing out. Oh God! Was this really happening? She was breaking every rule 
in the book! Not only was she getting it on with her son, but with two 
strange young men who were employees of her biggest client! It was wrong! It 
was scandalous! But she loved every moment of it! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Ooooh, y-yeah, lady, suck it! Suck that COCK!" Bobby groaned. 

"J-Jeez, we got ourselves a live one, man!" Jim panted. 

The two male models stood along side one another as Sonya Douglass knelt 
between them. She was pumping her hands up and down their thick, throbbing 
cocks. 

Her full red lips were circled around Bobby's big meat, Sonya bobbed her 
head rapidly up and down on it, slurping eagerly on the fat knob and the top 
of the shaft. She let the long-haired stud's dick pop out of her mouth and 
dove down greedily on Bobby's thrusting manhood, yawning her mouth around it 
with a little mewl of pleasure. 

The hot, tangy flavor of stud cock filled her mouth, driving her wild with 
bitch lust. She pulled the two fat dicks together and fluttered her silken 
tongue rapidly back and forth between them. She took turns sucking each big 
meat, taking them deep in her humming throat. 

She bent down and sucked and tongued the handsome models' swollen testicles, 
making Jim and Bobby moan and shudder with pleasure as they jacked their 
tools. 

Travis Petersen crouched beside his mother, whispering hot, obscene words of 
encouragement to her as she sucked cock like a whore. He squeezed and 
caressed her white breasts, catching her ripe nipples between his knuckles 
and pinching them hard. "Yeah, suck those cocks, baby!" Travis whispered 
thickly. "Uh huh! You like being a slut, don't ya, Sonya?" 

He slapped the full moons of her creamy buttocks, digging his fingers into 
them till the flesh oozed between his knuckles. Wrenching and twisting on 
her plump buns, he spread them wide. 

Travis' eyes gleamed as he stared at the puckered rosette of her spasming 
ass-hole. Licking his lips, he bent down, holding her ass cheeks wide apart, 
and plunged his face between them. Sonya gave a muffled groan around Bobby's 
pecker as she felt her son's long, greedy tongue swirl over the wrinkly "O" 
of her anus. She shuddered as his persistent tongue stroked up into the oven 
hot recesses of her colon. 

Dark flames of desire fanned through her bowels and pussy as he 
tongue-fucked her tight ass. She was going into a frenzy of desire. Her jaws 
ached from being forced so wide apart, and tears brimmed in her eyes as Jim 
and Bobby urgently forced their stiff pricks down her throat. 

They slapped and rubbed their throbbing cocks against her face, muttering 
heated words of encouragement, smearing her panting lips and flushed cheeks 
with spit and pre-come. 

Travis pushed a hand up between his mother's stockinged legs and cupped the 
moist, fleshy triangle of her sex. He stroked his middle finger up and down 
the gash, sliding it slowly up into the hot socket. 

Sonya gave a strangled grunt of pleasure as her son sucked her ass and 
pumped his finger in and out of her pussy, scraping the tip of another 
finger over her swollen, sensitized clitoris. 

After a while, Travis sat up, panting hard, his handsome face flushed with 
bestial excitement. His dick looked as though it were about to rip right 
through his blue jeans. 

He staggered to his feet and said huskily, "Come on, guys! Give the bitch 
what she really wants!" 

Bobby grinned, his rugged face dark with excitement, his long hair partly 
masking those deep-set sea green eyes. He pulled his dick out of Sonya's 
sucking mouth and strode swiftly around behind her, falling to his knees. 

Immediately, Sonya turned on Jim, grasping his slender thighs as she kissed 
and licked his big, throbbing dick all over, tracing the flare of the corona 
with her warm tongue before wrapping her lips around it. 

"Oh, yeah, suck it, baby, SUCK IT!" Jim cried out, tossing his head as he 
grabbed frantically at her head, his fingers digging into her auburn 
tresses. 

Sonya hummed in delight as she swallowed his stiff prick, holding it deep in 
her throat, her nose pressing into the young stud's damp pubcs. His big 
balls nudged against her chin and she began to get dizzy from lack of air. 
As she pulled back, she felt Bobby's strong hands explore her buns, 
caressing and squeezing them as he scooted up behind her. 

"Yeah, bitch, you want my cock bad, don't ya?" Bobby muttered. 

The long-haired guy fisted his big, spit-imbued cock and nudged it up 
between her stockinged legs. He felt the dripping lips of her cunt press 
against the tip of his dick. 

Savage lust seared through his nuts as he clamped tight hold of Sonya's 
narrow waist and tensed his buttocks, gritting his teeth. "UNNNGH!" he 
grunted, heaving forward hard. 

Sonya's kneeling body jerked forward and she gave a muffled cry around Jim's 
throbbing dick as Bobby's long, slippery manhood stretched her hot pussy 
wide open, sliding up to the root inside of her. 

"Oh, b-baby ... " he moaned as his muscular thighs slapped against her 
squirming ass. Her sopping pussy lips milked at the thick root of his dick, 
sucking at it with molten need. Bobby rotated his hips, twitching his cock 
in her cunt. He began to fuck her hard. 

Grunting thickly, Bobby's hips heaved back and forth, jamming his stiff tool 
in and out of the female photographer's scalding twat. His big nuts slapped 
against her belly each time he stroked into her. 

Sonya gurgled and sobbed, writhing with delight as she was fed thick 
man-meat from both ends. She sucked ravenously at Jim's big dick, feeling 
his slimy balls slap against her chin, clutching at his sweaty ass cheeks. 

"Damn, this babe's got a hot fuckin' CUNT, man!" Bobby groaned happily, 
stirring his cock in her silk-soft fuck-hole. "Take it, honey! Take this big 
dick HARD!" 

He pulled back till only the head of his prick was lodged in her quim and 
then thrust forward with brute force, pulling her back against his thighs. 

Travis was leaning against a big crate, his Levi's bunched around his 
ankles, his fist jacking up and down his ten inch hard-on. He was panting as 
he watched the two studs fuck his mother. He was dizzy with perverse 
excitement. 

Damn, he'd always known his Mom was a beauty, but now his suspicions that 
she was a hot fuck had been more than verified! He'd first started 
fantasizing about her over in Nam when he heard about her alliance with 
Warren Douglass. 

The idea of his mother shacking up with a big black man had strangely 
excited the young soldier. He had often fantasized about watching her get 
fucked while he jerked off in a pup tent, or while he fucked a winsome whore 
in Saigon. 

Now, his wildest fantasies were being enacted right before his eyes. His 
blonde-tufted balls were swollen with lust-heated scum ... he slowed down 
the pace of his masturbating, not wanting to lose his load prematurely. 

"Yeah, baby! Hot fuckin' PUSSY! Damn, that's fine!" Bobby panted as he 
pounded his horse-meat in and out of the gorgeous woman's snatch. 

Watching this, Jim was getting even more turned on, his stiff dick twitching 
and thickening in Sonya's slurping mouth and humming throat. Abruptly, he 
stepped back, his cock popping from between her scarlet lips and slapping up 
against his hard-muscled belly. 

"Hey, Bobby, lemme have some of that hot poontang, man!" Jim panted his 
handsome face flushed with need. 

Bobby grunted, rather reluctantly sitting back on his knees, his solid log 
of man-flesh squelching free from the velvety of Sonya's tight cunt. 

Travis' voice rang out unexpectedly, "Why don't you both fuck her, guys? 

Come on, lady! Sit on Jim's big dick and let Bobby screw your ass!" 

Sonya crouched on all fours on the floor of her studio. Her thick brown hair 
tumbled around her shoulders and face, and she was moaning and panting. 
Juice trickled down the insides of her thighs and desire burned inside of 
her like a furnace. 

Her high heels had come off and now she was clad only in those sexy black 
fishnet stockings. She tossed the hair out of her eyes, sitting up slowly, 
her gorgeous face flushed with need. 

No longer was Sonya debating the propriety of what she was doing. It was 
forbidden, it was shocking, it was ... extraordinary! She had abandoned 
herself to the heat of the sensations which seared through her. 

Jim grinned at her wolfishly as he dropped to the floor and lay down, 
folding his hands behind his head. His stiff, spit-wettened prick lurched in 
the air like the leaning tower of Pisa. 

Sonya moaned as she straddled his hips, rising up on her knees. Her jutting 
breasts heaved as she panted. Her red nipples were hard as rubber rivets, 
aching with sensation. 

Reaching between her legs, she grasped hold of Jim's hard-on and held it 
steady as she slowly lowered herself upon it. She threw back her head and 
gave a low sob of pleasure as it split her labia wide apart and stroked deep 
in her cunt. 

Sonya rocked on Jim's lap while he groaned and stirred beneath her. She 
savored the sensation of her sensitized pussy walls chafing against the 
long, sturdy shaft of his manhood. 

She rose up, crying out as about half of his cock popped free from her cunt, 
and then plunged down on it once more, a fresh shock wave of exquisite 
sensation rippling through her. Moist squishing sounds accompanied her 
bouncing, rotating motions as she started to ride the handsome young dude 
for all she was worth. 

Jim grunted in pleasure, thrusting with his pelvis, jamming his meat hard 
into the slippery love-socket, loving the way her fleshy glove milked and 
squirmed around his dick. 

Sonya purred, running her hands up and down his slippery chest as she rode 
his prick, her swollen knockers bouncing up and down like water balloons. 

Bobby had been standing alongside of them, jacking his cock while he watched 
her ride his buddy's prick. Now, he could wait no longer. 

Swiftly, he scrambled up behind Sonya, kneeling between Jim's sprawling 
legs. Bobby's green eyes gleamed like emeralds as he looked between Sonya's 
legs and saw the swollen mouth of her cunt stretching and squeezing around 
Jim's pecker. 

"Yeah, ride that dick, bitch! Ride it!" Bobby snarled, slapping her ass 
cheeks hard, leaving rosy imprints of his hands on the flesh. 

Sonya cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, fresh desire flooding her 
bowels as she felt Bobby's rigid dick slide insinuatingly along the dimpled 
crease of her ass crack. 

He pushed his erection between her slick buns and nudged the spit-lubricated 
pucker of the older woman's tight ass-hole. Bobby groaned as he felt its 
spasmodic heat tugging at his dick tip. He held his cock steady with one 
hand and grasped hold of Sonya's waist with the other. With a savage grunt, 
Bobby heaved forward, his fingers digging into her flesh. 

For a brief instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted his thrust. Then 
it relaxed and was spread into a hot pink "O" as his meat pumped up into the 
oven-hot interior of her ass. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaah! G-GOD!" Sonya screamed, tossing her mane of auburn hair and 
grimacing as sharp pain and dark pleasure ripped and entwined in her 
cock-stuffed rectum. 

Her fingers dug into the sweat-slick mounds of Jim's muscular pecs and her 
slippery cunt spasmed around his pumping cock. 

"Aaaaaw, b-baby, you got a tight little ASS!" Bobby croaked thickly, his 
wiry pubes jamming against her ass cheeks. He twitched his manhood deep 
inside of her, oscillating his hips as he relished the sensation of that 
tight ass-hole around his dick root. 

Through the thin membrane which separated Sonya's ass from her twat, he 
could feel Jim's rod vibrating and stroking inside of her. Grinning with 
excitement, the long-haired model began to fuck the older woman's ass in 
earnest. 

He heaved back and forth, his slick meat pulling almost all the way out of 
her ass before jamming deep in her guts once more. His low-hanging balls 
whipped up between her legs and slapped against Jim's balls each time Bobby 
stroked his dick up Sonya's ass. 

The photographer screamed, writhing like a frantic eel as she felt two long 
cocks pumping in and out of her at the same time. She felt spread wide open 
and stuffed to the brim with hard man-meat. Nothing had ever felt this good 
before. Nothing.... 

She flopped forward, crushing her lips to Jim's, kissing him wantonly. He 
growled, covered her big breasts in his hands and mauling them as he heaved 
upward ... fucking her hard and fast. 

Bobby leaned over her, gripping the brunette's slender shoulders for support 
as he began to pound into her steamy ass with sledgehammer strokes. Beneath 
the hot studio lights, their three bodies were soaked by now, and the sounds 
of hot flesh slapping together filled the studio.k 

"Yeah, fuck her, guys! Fuck that bitch!" Travis panted hoarsely, jerking his 
throbbing dick furiously. He was dizzy with desire. His heart pounded 
against his rib cage like a wild thing. Sweat made his short blonde hair 
cling to his temples and forehead and his vision was starting to blur. 

"Aaaaaah, G-God, fuck me, you bastards, FUCK ME!" Sonya screamed, throwing 
back her head and bucking wildly, backing into Bobby's ramming manhood 
before sinking down on Jim's. 

She felt the whirlwind of erotic sensation within her reaching a 
mind-shattering pitch. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with electric heat. 
"AIEEEEEEE! I'M GOING TO CCUUUUM!" she screamed brokenly, sobbing with joy, 
twisting and squirming between the two muscular studs. 

"Awwww, J-Jesus ... " Bobby muttered thickly as he felt her hot ass-hole 
tighten around his plunging tool, sucking at it like a vacuum cleaner. He 
redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her with brute force, his big balls 
tightening with seething semen. 

"NNNNNGH! GONNA SHOOT! GONNA FUCKIN' SHOOT, BABY! AAAAAWWWW!" Jim roared 
suddenly, arching his back and punching his prick all the way up the sobbing 
photographer's gushing twat. 

His dick exploded inside of her like a machine gun, bursts of shrapnel-like 
sperm blasting deep in her cunt, bloating her with his steamy load. 

Bobby bellowed in ecstasy a moment later, his back arching as his big, 
thrusting meat spasmed in Sonya's ass-hole, spurting thick jets of jism deep 
in her heated bowels.... 

"Awwww, y-yeah, Mom, YEAH!" Travis gasped brokenly, shuddering as his dick 
exploded in his sweaty fingers. 

His sperm vaulted from his balls, spraying high in the air and spattering 
all over the tarp-covered floor.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh, T-Travis, darling, yes, YES!" Sonya Douglass moaned brokenly, tossing 
her head from side to side. Her long, stockinged legs were splayed wide 
apart and her handsome, blonde son knelt between them, his face buried in 
her wet, spread pussy. 

Travis growled in pleasure as he ate out his mother's hot, buttery snatch, 
burrowing his nose and lips between the spasming folds letting his tongue 
dart rapidly in and out of her clenching furrow. The musky tang of hot pussy 
honey filled his mouth, making him drool with need, mixed with the salty 
residue of Bobby's recently squirted load. 

Less than five minutes had passed since the studio door had closed behind 
the two sated models. Travis had grabbed his mother in a passionate embrace, 
raining her face with hungry kisses as he pushed her against the door. 

Now, she was down on her back on the tarp-covered floor, gyrating and 
gasping in ecstasy as her handsome son licked her aching pussy. Sonya 
cuddled and stroked her big breasts, flicking her long red thumb nails over 
the erect nipples, making them sprout forward even more, burning with 
hypersensitivity. 

She bit her lip and gave a low cry as she felt two of Travis' thick fingers 
pump between her pussy lips and worm up deeply inside of her. She squirmed 
on the floor as the muscular G.I. churned his fingers inside of her, testing 
the elasticity of her slippery vagina, stretching his fingers as he thrust 
them in and out. 

"Yeah, Mom, you like me playin' with your wet pussy, huh?" he rasped, 
staring up at her face with hooded gray eyes as he frigged her fast. "You 
got such a hot, juicy cunt, Mom. Damn, it got me so fuckin' turned on, 
watchin' those dudes pork you good! Uh huh! You're all hot down here, 
aren't? 

"Oh, T-Travis, this is ... this is so WRONG!" Sonya wailed plaintively, 
arching her back and shuddering as he started to roll the ball of his thumb 
over her blazing clit. 

"Yeah, but it sure feels good, don't it, Mom?" Travis said, grinning 
mockingly. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her with a wet popping 
sound and sprang to his feet. Sonya tossed a stray lock of hair out of her 
eyes and lay there gasping, staring up at her tall, well-built son. 

He towered above her like a Greek statue come to life, the bright lights 
gleaming on his short, tawny hair and on the copper-toned smoothness of his 
muscles. His pulsating cock jerked in the air proudly, leaking a strand of 
clear liquid. His egg-shaped balls swung low between his strong legs. He was 
naked except for a pair of white and blue striped athletic socks. "Come on, 
bitch," he growled, flashing his teeth and making the mermaids on his biceps 
jump. "Your baby boy wants some motherly love!" 

Sonya whimpered, getting up on her haunches. Her swollen breasts heaved as 
she ran her fingers worshipfully up Travis' strong legs. She leaned forward, 
pressing her face against his inner thigh, feeling his sweaty balls nudge 
her cheek. She imbibed the hot, pungent aroma of sweaty man sex; it made her 
belly churn with feminine need. 

"Awwww, y-yeah ... " Travis moaned as he felt Sonya's warm tongue glide up 
his thigh to his crotch. She cupped his big nuts with both hands, pressing 
her lips against the scrotal sac, nibbling it gently. Travis shuddered as 
she slowly spread her wet lips around each quivering nugget, suckling them 
gently, fluttering her tongue all over them. 

Sonya dipped back her head, letting his testicles drape over her lower face. 
She murmured in delight as she tongued the underside of his balls. Travis 
grunted in ecstasy, rising up on his toes, his big dick jerking in the air. 

"Ooh, M-Mom, yeah, lick my fuckin' balls good! Uh huh! That feels real nice, 
lady. MMMMM!" 

She groped for his cock and grabbed it by the root. Pulling it down to her 
panting lips, she rained hot kisses on the spongy, heart-shaped knob. Travis 
groaned as his mother's silken, suctioning mouth closed around his dick and 
glided slowly down the shaft. Her fluttering tongue wreaked havoc on his 
pulsating dick-shaft, winding around it incessantly. 

Sonya sucked hungrily, bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her ruby 
red lips. Rhythmically, she plunged her head up and down between his 
muscular legs, her cheeks hollowing as she milked his prick. 

She gagged slightly as Travis leaned into her, grabbing a handful of her 
thick auburn tresses and forcing her down on his throbbing cock. It slowly 
sank into her throat; she took it all with a choked sob. 

"Oh, baby, that's it! Suck down my big meat, Mom! Suck your son's huge cock 
like a whore! AAAAAAH!" Travis began heaving back and forth with his hips, 
his heavy balls raining a sweaty tattoo against her chin, his long cock 
spearing deep in her gullet again and again. 

Sonya loved the feeling of her son's stiff manhood pumping deep in her 
throat, bringing tears to her eyes, making her head whirl. She loved the 
feeling of his strong fingers, twisting masterfully in her hair. She loved 
the hot taste of man-cock which filled her hungry mouth like smoke. 

She suddenly pushed against his knees, pulling back, letting his stiff prick 
pop out of her mouth and slap up rigidly against his belly. Panting hard, 
she stared up at Travis with slanted eyes and moaned huskily, "Turn around, 
Travis! Let Mommy suck your ass-hole!" 

Travis stared down at her with mingled incredulity and excitement, a slow 
grin creasing his insolent lips. He gave a low chuckle and swung around, 
facing away from her, his nuts swinging from side to side. Letting his 
strong legs slide wide apart, he bent forward, gripping his knees, craning 
to look over his broad shoulder, "Go for it, bitch!" he growled. 

Sonya hungrily attacked the compact white half moons of his buns, kissing 
and sucking and chewing on them before burrowing into the warm, musky crack. 
The pungent aroma of sweaty stud-butt seared through her nostrils, making 
her eyes and mouth water with passion. Her pussy was quivering and leaking 
copiously as desire raged within her. 

She gurgled in unalloyed pleasure as she kissed and sucked the taut brown 
ring of his ass-hole. She pushed with her velvety tongue until it slithered 
up into his hot, tight rectum. 

"Aaaaawwwww!" Travis cried, arching his back and grabbing his dick in 
excitement. He punched his sweaty ass back against his mother's face, his 
powerful sphincter muscle gripping aggressively at her flickering tongue. 
Dark fingers of pleasure licked through his ass and into his balls, making 
his big dick jerk in his hand. 

Sonya dug her red nails into her son's slick ass cheeks, darting her tongue 
rapidly in and out of his butt-hole, savoring the acrid flavor which filled 
her mouth. She was drunken with forbidden desire; her senses were spinning, 
her body quivered with erotic flames. She couldn't keep her hands off him. 

"M-Man, Mom, yeah! Do it! Suck that fuckin' ass-hole, Ma. Aaaaaah!" Travis 
groaned, jacking his dick and grinding his butt against Sonya's face. 

The photographer pulled her long taster out of his rectum with a wet 
squelching sound. It ached from the powerful grip of his sphincter muscle. 

She rose slowly, sliding her tongue up his crack to the small of his back. 
Getting to her feet, she licked her way up his spine, sliding her arms 
around his middle, caressing his muscular chest and belly. She moved around 
in front of him, moaning with excitement as she stared up into his sexy, 
mocking eyes. 

"Yeah, Mom, you like my hot body, don't ya?" he grinned. 

"You bastard," she gasped. "You gorgeous bastard!" She ran her hot tongue 
over each solid pec, sucking his taut brown paps till they grew hard as 
rivets. Travis groaned, lifting his arms, cupping his hands around the back 
of his head and flexing his muscles. 

He basked in a glow of passive pleasure, loving the silken gliding of his 
mother's tongue over his flesh. Sonya ran her tongue up his flaring right 
lat and plunged her face in the slippery hollow beneath his arm. She lapped 
the soft tuft of hair which sprouted there, rubbing her face in his musky 
armpit, sucking up his tangy, bittersweet sweat. 

Sonya moved up to his bicep and polished the dancing mermaid with her spit. 
Then she moved over and serviced his other armpit and bicep. 

"Whew! That's hot, lady!" Travis gasped. It had been a long time before a 
hot lady had gone "round the world" on him before, and never had the 
sensations been quite this intense. 

And, damn, this was his own fucking MOTHER! Travis couldn't believe his good 
fortune! In less than a week, he'd been given a blow job by his kid sister, 
watched his mother get fucked by two studs, sucked her pussy when she was 
through, and was now getting licked by her from head to toe! 

He lowered his arms as Sonya moved down to the rippling plane of his belly 
and tickled his navel with her taster, her fingers fluttering over his erect 
penis. With a growl, Travis gripped Sonya by the shoulders and lifted her 
up, bending to crush his hungry lips to hers. 

Sonya moaned into her son's mouth, sucking greedily on his long tongue, 
wrapping her arms around his thick neck. She felt the pulsating shaft of his 
huge cock pressing urgently against her belly and her loins melted with 
molten longing. 

Travis ran his hands down her back to the rounded globes of her ass and 
gripped them tightly, heaving her up. Instinctively, Sonya wrapped her legs 
around his slender middle. Then her son slid his hand between their bodies, 
groping for his erect cock. He pushed it between her spread legs, and Sonya 
whimpered into his mouth as she felt the fat, heart-shaped knob slide easily 
between her labia. 

Travis broke the kiss and gave a low cry as her cunt locked around his 
pecker like an oiled sheath. Sonya sobbed in joy, her nails digging into the 
back of his neck as her belly slapped up against his. 

He was holding her in the air with his big dick was buried to the balls 
inside of her. She squirmed and gasped, gripping at his stiff cock with her 
vaginal muscles. 

His cock was bigger than either Jim's or Bobby's, and she felt totally 
stuffed with it. The blunt knob jammed tightly against her cervix, spreading 
the far wall of her twat wide. "Yeah, Mom, feels real, real good gettin' 
back in your wet cunt!" Travis muttered, rolling his hips. 

His muscles bulged as he carried her across the room, his dick still 
imbedded deep in her twat. Slowly, he lowered her ass onto the edge of a big 
table. Her stockinged legs draped over the side of the table, flanking his 
lean hips. Travis gripped hold of her waist, pulling his upper back away 
from her as he started to fuck. 

His sweaty ass churned rhythmically back and forth; he stared down at his 
slippery cock as it pushed the wet red folds of his mother's cunt wide 
apart, sliding up inside of her. 

Sonya gasped and screamed in pleasure, leaning back on the table, supporting 
herself with her hands as she arched her back and tossed her thick mane of 
hair. Her pointy knockers quivered and bounced each time he stroked his 
horse-meat deep inside of her. Travis whispered husky words of encouragement 
as he fucked his sexy mother. 

He bent down, licking the rosy peaks of her nipples, grabbing them between 
his teeth and worrying them before letting them snap back in place, bloated 
and gleaming with spit. "Travis, d-dar-ling, fuck me! FUCK ME!" Sonya moaned 
in delirious passion, locking her heels at the small of his back and 
straining forward to meet his hard thrusts. 

He pushed her gently down on her back on the table, and climbed up on top of 
her, planting his hands on either side of her heaving breasts. Staring down 
into her sex-enfevered face, the handsome stud started to fuck her 
mercilessly. 

Grunts and growls blasted through his clenched teeth as his muscular ass 
pumped up and down between her spread legs. Hot wet smacking sounds came 
from between their sweaty bodies. 

Sonya writhed and whimpered, her arms thrown back, her fingers twisting 
spasmodically in her long brown hair. Her luscious body jerked forward 
violently each time her son plowed her slippery opening full with his dick 
... her spit-polished knockers jiggled wildly. 

Travis shuddered, closing his eyes as he felt the hungry suction of her 
elastic pussy around his thickening tool. His big nuts were quivering with 
heat, and his mind was starting to blur as he felt a telltale twinge at the 
base of his testicles. 

After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he pulled out suddenly and 
scrambled forward on the table, straddling his mother's waist. Grabbing her 
bouncing breasts, he pulled them apart and slapped his slippery meat down 
between them. Pushing them together again, he began to pump her cleavage, 
panting hard. Pinching her ripe nipples hard, he tugged and twisted on them 
as he fucked Sonya's slick cleavage. 

The juicy knob of his cock banged up against Sonya's chin as he fucked his 
Mom's tits. Mewling greedily, she lifted her head and stuck out her tongue, 
tickling the gooey slit of his cock when it lunged forward. 

"Unnnngh ... A-AAAAH! M-Mom, I'm gonna squirt it! Awwww, f-fuck, here it 
C-CUUUUMS!" Travis screamed, grimacing with pleasure, his sweat-slickened 
muscles contracting as he heaved forward one last time. 

Sonya opened her mouth wide just as his sturdy dick spasmed violently. Big, 
steamy jets of jizz blasted from the stud's balls, spraying across her 
cheeks and chin, fountaining into her hungry mouth, trickling in smoky 
strands down her humming throat. 

"J-Jesus ... So fuckin' good ... " Travis gasped, tossing his head as spasms 
of masculine pleasure continued to wrack his strong young body. Slowly 
coming to his senses, tingling with the afterglow of ejaculation, the blonde 
guy lowered himself on top of his buxom mother once more, kissing her 
lovingly, tasting his own sperm on her satiny tongue. 

Sonya moaned, feeling utterly exhausted. Her hands glided down the slippery 
plane of his strong back. God, she loved Travis! But not as a mother should 
love a son. She bit her lip in sudden consternation. 

Later, as they rode back to the Douglass house on Oleander Avenue, Sonya 
puffed nervously on a Virginia Slim and said, looking straight ahead, 
"Travis, dear, I ... I don't think we'd better ... do that again. It's ... 
it's just not right." 

Travis grinned and drawled, "Are you afraid Warren might find out?" 

"That would be terrible," Sonya whispered, blushing and lowering her eyes. 
"He ... he wouldn't understand." 

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm cool. Heck, do you think I'm gonna go up to the dude 
and announce that I've been fucking his wife all afternoon?" 

"Oh, Travis, you're so crude!" Sonya sighed, unable to repress a smile. 
"Please, dear. I just want you to promise me you'll try to ... restrain 
yourself." 

Travis chuckled. "Hey, Mom, you're the boss! I'll do just what you want." 

He slid a sly glance at her, and Sonya blushed even more, looking quickly 
out the window. She bit her lip, realizing with sudden humiliation that in 
spite of herself, she was going to have sex with Travis again. And as often 
as she could.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It so happened that before Sonya and Kelley learned that Travis was finally 
coming home, arrangements had been made for Kelley to visit her father, 
Clint Petersen, in Pensacola. Kelley loved her father, and eagerly awaited 
the times when she could be with him. 

With his busy lifestyle, however, she only was able to see him once or twice 
a year, and then only for a short time, rarely more than a few days. This 
summer, however, Clint had purchased a yacht and was celebrating his recent 
marriage to his fourth wife by spending time on the yacht. He had invited 
his daughter to come with them for a cruise. 

After her momentous first encounter with her handsome brother, Kelley was 
most reluctant to leave home just then. But she didn't want to hurt her 
father's feelings, so she reluctantly went ahead with the planned trip. 
After all, she consoled herself, I'll only be gone for two weeks, and Travis 
will be at home at least for the rest of the summer.... 

Pensacola, Florida, was practically on the border with Alabama, not too far 
from Mobile. The trip from Amber Springs took about three and a half hours 
by car. 

Clint's younger brother, Lance, lived in a town near Amber Springs and was 
also invited for the cruise, so it was arranged that Kelley's uncle would 
pick her up on his way to Florida. 

There was a lump in Kelley's throat as she waved out the window of Lance 
Petersen's scarlet Porsche, watching the figures of her mother and big 
brother grow smaller and smaller behind her. She quickly pulled her head 
inside the car and leaned back in the seat, biting her lips to control her 
tears. 

"Why so sad, honey?" Lance Petersen's deep, resonant voice rang out next to 
her. 

Kelley managed a smile. "Oh, nothing, Uncle Lance. It's just that, well, 
it's so nice to have Travis back again, and ... and I've just started to get 
to know him again, you know." 

Lance grunted sympathetically. "Yeah, I gotcha, babe. It's tough. The timing 
got a little screwed up, I guess. But the kid'll be around for a while, 
won't he?" 

"Oh, yes. All summer, I hope," Kelley nodded. "I'm just silly. I'm really 
looking forward to this cruise." 

"So am I!" Lance grinned. "Clint's new wife is a real looker, let me tell 
you!" 

"I'm sorry I wasn't at the wedding," Sonya said wistfully. 

"Aw, you know your Dad, honey. It was one of those whirlwind things. He met 
Naomi in Paris and, heck, two weeks later, they were hitched!" 

"I know," Sonya said. "Well, I do hope she-likes me. The last one didn't 
like me at all." 

"She was jealous, that's all," Lance said gruffly, sliding a sidelong glance 
at his nubile niece. 

Lance's dick twitched with desire; he experienced a wave of guilt as he 
found himself staring at the blonde minx's plunging cleavage. 

Kelley did look gorgeous that afternoon. Her platinum tresses were separated 
into two loose ponytails, secured by big blue ribbons, dangling down over 
her sloping, alabaster shoulders. She wore her red shirt loosely. Only the 
middle buttons were fastened and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. 
She had knotted the lower part of the blouse just above her navel. 

Lance couldn't help but admire the perky slopes of her young breasts. And, 
damn, the girl's hot pants were something else too.... 

She had on a pair of tight lavender hot pants which looked much too small, 
hugging her rounded buns and pressing into the soft slope of her crotch. Her 
shapely legs were completely bared. On her little feet she had scruffy 
tennis shoes. 

Lance shifted in his seat, his cock starting to painfully stretch the fabric 
of his trousers. His fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly. What the 
fuck was wrong with him? Just being next to the eighteen year old girl was 
almost too much for him. He could hardly control the urge to reach out and 
grope her leg. 

He could smell the soft, enticing perfume she was wearing. Every time he saw 
Kelley, she seemed to have grown more beautiful, more exciting. He wondered 
if she was a virgin. No, she couldn't be. Not a girl like that! Not in this 
day and age! Heck, she was eighteen! And there was something about her, he 
couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there. A softness, a 
voluptuousness in the way she moved and talked. 

Yeah, she'd been laid all right. And he guessed that part of her reason for 
being reluctant to leave home was because she was getting fucked regularly 
and would miss it. 

Kelley noticed that her uncle was acting a little strangely. He seemed 
tense, and he kept looking at her. Her own mind was so often occupied by 
dirty thoughts these days that at first, she scoffed at the suspicion that 
he was turned on by her, dismissing the idea as a figment of her 
sex-enfevered imagination. 

But once, as she glanced at him, Kelley spotted a huge lump at his crotch, 
tenting the front of his well-tailored beige slacks. She nearly gasped, her 
heart jumping with nervous excitement. She sat there, thinking hard. Out of 
the corner of her eye, she furtively observed Uncle Lance as if for the 
first time. 

He had always been her favorite uncle. He was a handsome, easy-going guy who 
had struck it rich in the advertising business and now owned his own 
company. He was thirty-five, ruggedly good-looking, and in great shape from 
regular visits to a gym and tennis games three times a week. 

Six foot one, Lance was a beefy guy, weighing about two hundred and twenty 
pounds, most of it solid muscle. His short-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned to 
the navel that afternoon, baring a good deal of his powerful chest. 

Thick, crinkly whorls of dark brown hair foamed over the beefy slabs of his 
pecs and down his slightly thickening belly. like her father, Lance was a 
very hairy man. The backs of his strong forearms and hands were dark with 
hairs. 

For some reason, this struck Kelley as being very sexy. He was suave and 
urbane and very masculine; the epitome of the sexy older man. She studied 
his face surreptitiously. It was craggy and bronzed, with a stubbornly 
thrusting lower jaw and lean, hungry cheeks, lightly dusted with beard 
stubble. His dark, smoldering eyes were shaded by thick brows which met at 
the bridge of his slightly flattened nose. 

His dark hair clustered in unruly clumps on his head, and he had short 
sideburns. All in all, the more she looked at her Uncle Lance, the more 
exciting Kelley found him. Before long, her pussy was wet and swollen, 
chafing uncomfortably against her clinging cotton panties. She squirmed 
uneasily in the bucket seat, trying to push the erotic fantasies out of her 
mind. 

Lance chatted away breezily, playing the radio for entertainment as they 
drove along the freeway. And Kelley answered him casually. But both of them 
were thinking of one thing and one thing only.... 

They had just crossed the border into Florida when Lance decided to make a 
few sly comments to test the waters. "You seeing anyone special, Kelley?" he 
inquired. 

Kelley looked at him quickly and said, "No, not really." 

"Not really?" he persisted with a grin. 

"Well, I've been dating a few guys. But no one special." 

"That's hard to believe. Pretty girl like you, you could take your pick of 
the cream of the crop, it would seem to me!" 

"You're such a flatterer, Uncle Lance!" Kelley smiled. "But really, I guess 
I just haven't met the right guy, that's all." 

Something about her tone sharpened Lance's senses. Something was beginning 
to dawn on him which he couldn't quite believe. "Yeah, it's too bad Travis 
is you brother, isn't it?" he said huskily. 

"What do you mean?" Kelley said sharply, whirling on him, her face stricken 
with alarm. Lance looked at her in feigned surprise, but a thrill of triumph 
ran through him as he read the guilt clearly in her eyes. He had been right! 
Something about the way she said good-bye to Travis had struck him as 
unusual. Now he realized what it was. There was something more between them 
than the natural affection of siblings. 

"Well, I just mean that the two of you would make a beautiful couple!" Lance 
said. "Is that the wrong thing to say?" 

Kelley blushed hotly, feeling thoroughly confused and humiliated. She cursed 
herself silently for making that outburst. She had almost let the cat out of 
the bag. Lance shifted his weight and let his strong legs swing wider apart 
till one rugged knee brushed against Kelley's bared leg. "I mean, heck, 
you're my niece and it's sometimes hard for me to remember that!" he 
drawled. "You're beautiful, Kelley. And I saw the way you were looking at 
Travis. He's a damn fine-looking fellow. It's a shame, really." 

"Well, there's no point in talking about such a silly thing, anyway," Kelley 
said quickly. "Because it ... it just is utterly silly, that's all." 

"It makes you nervous talking about it, doesn't it, Kelley?" he said 
huskily. His voice was like warm honey. It made her shiver with shock. Her 
heart was beating hard and she was suddenly acutely aware of the pressure of 
his leg against hers. 

"I ... I guess it does!" she stammered. 

"You know, it's really not so awful. I mean, we're taught that incest is 
forbidden, but heck, in some cultures it's a sign of nobility! Look at the 
Egyptians! Cleopatra married her brother, you know." 

"Oh, Uncle Lance, please!" Kelley burst out, her eyes filling with tears. 

Lance looked at her sympathetically, reaching out and patting her knee. 

"It's that bad, is it, honey?" he murmured. 

Kelley bit her lip and nodded her head jerkily, looking quickly away from 
him. Lance left his hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly. His dick was 
threatening to tear right through his trousers. "You and Travis ever screwed 
around?" Lance asked casually. 

"U-Uncle LANCE! I ... I really don't want to TALK about it!" Kelley cried 
out in anguish. 

"But, honey, I think you do! I think it's bothering you, and I just want you 
to know that there's nothing wrong with it. If two people feel something 
between one another, it's O.K.! Look at your Mom! Most people in these parts 
would call her all sorts of names for marrying Warren. But I admire her for 
it! Listen, if it feels good and two people want to do it, why the heck 
should there be guilt involved?" 

His soothing logic worked like a balm on her stricken consciousness. She 
realized that he was stroking her leg with his long, thick fingers, but she 
didn't pull away. She was relaxing. The music from the radio pulsed through 
her. She felt as though she were sinking into a comforting void. 

There was no point in worrying about anything. Just let it flow, Kelley. 
Just let it flow. Take life as it comes.... 

Lance's fingers crept up the inside of her thigh. He wiggled a finger into 
the leg opening of her hot pants and Kelley moaned softly as his finger 
eased into her panties and grazed against her buttery pussy lips. "I mean, 
heck, honey," Lance continued, "I'm really turned on by you, you know? Damn, 
just sitting beside you makes me so hot I can't keep my hands off of you! 
Now, honey, is that wrong? If it is, I can't help it!" 

Kelley whimpered as she felt his nimble fingers pluck open the buttons to 
her fly. Meekly, she lifted her ass and helped him, pulling down her shorts 
and undies, wiggling out of them. Now she was naked below the waist, except 
for her tennis shoes. 

Lance was breathing hard now, clutching hold of the wheel with one hand. He 
licked his dry lips and said hoarsely, "Take off your blouse too, sugar!" 

Kelley didn't seem to care that passing motorists might see her do this. She 
felt as though she was in a dream, no longer in control of her will. She 
slowly unknotted the blouse and plucked open the two buttons, shrugging the 
shirt over her shoulders. The creamy cones of her firm young breasts thrust 
into the air, quivering slightly. 

"Oh, Kelley, honey, you're so damn sexy!" Lance whispered, groping her 
feverishly. He nearly shot his wad in his pants as he glanced down at her 
spread crotch. The moist pink "V" of her vulva glistened like passion fruit, 
very lightly dusted with a golden tuft of peach fuzz. 

Lance reached down and tugged at his zipper. He undid it ... his sturdy cock 
thrust between the jagged teeth, slapping up against the steering wheel. 

Kelley moaned softly as she stared at her uncle's big dick. It was latticed 
with lust-engorged veins, fat and throbbing in the air. It was nine inches 
long, and was the thickest pecker she had ever seen. His blunt, slippery 
dick-knob was huge, like a large toad-stool, and leaked with glistening 
pre-come. 

She reached out and curled her fingers around Lance's huge cock. They didn't 
quite make it around the incredibly thick truncheon. A whorish thrill 
rustled through her as she squeezed his cock, feeling it pulsate against her 
silky fingers. She stroked her hand up and down his cock. 

With her free hand, she caressed her own body, cupping and kneading her 
aching breasts, strumming her nipples with her thumb, sliding her hand down 
her midriff and rubbing her sopping snatch. 

"Yeah, baby! Play with yourself while you jack my meat! Oh, Kelley, honey! 
That feels so good! You like it? You like Uncle Lance's big dick?" Lance 
panted hoarsely, grinding upward with his hips. 

"I want to suck it, Uncle Lance," Kelley heard herself say, as if from far 
away. "Let me suck it, please." 

"H-Heck, honey, be my GUEST!" Lance said rasped, lifting his arm and leaning 
back in the bucket seat. 

He was trembling in excitement as his niece bent down, dipping her head 
between his belly and the steering wheel. He groaned, his sweaty fingers 
fumbling with the steering wheel as he felt Kelley's warm breath on his 
blunt dick-tip. "Aaaaaaaah!" he groaned as her velvet-soft tongue fluttered 
over his urethra. 

Kelley spread her wet lips around the hugely thick cock-head. It was so big 
she had some difficulty fitting it into her mouth. Her jaws felt as though 
they were about to snap. 

Finally, it popped between her lips, flattening her tongue, pressing against 
the roof of her mouth. She sucked, humming softly. 

Her pink cheeks sank inward as she created a vacuum. Her tongue curled 
around the heavy log of pulsating man-meat and wiggled teasingly. Lance 
threw back his head and gave a guttural moan of ecstasy, clutching 
frantically at her head with one hand. 

"S-Suck! Suck it, honey!" he growled, heaving upward with his hips. 

His fingers dug convulsively into the back of her neck, forcing her down on 
his turgid meat. Kelley gagged, tears trickling from her eyes as he forced 
his big dick down her slender throat. Her nose and lips mashed against the 
cold teeth of his zipper. She felt the fat, meaty cock pulsate against the 
stretched walls of her throat. She couldn't breathe. 

Her senses whirled. He relaxed his grip on her neck and she came up for air, 
inhaling through her nose a couple of times before swallowing her uncle's 
musky dick once more. 

"NNNNGH! G-Good! Suck! Suck my cock, honey!" Lance gasped hoarsely through 
clenched teeth, urgently pushing her head up and down on his thickening 
cock. She munched her way up and down his pecker, moaning with unbridled 
pleasure, rubbing her swollen pussy lips and twitching clitoris as she 
sucked Lance's big prick. 

"H-Hold it, honey!" Lance gasped suddenly. "We're just about there! Sit up 
for a moment!" Kelley sat up, panting hard, her mouth hot with the tangy 
taste of his sweaty meat, her throat raw and aching. She saw that they were 
on Palisade 

Boulevard, where her father's big house was located. 

Indeed, she saw the house loom up in front of them on the left. Lance pulled 
into the drive-way, his spit-slickened meat still thrusting upward through 
the teeth of his zipper. Kelley reached for her blouse, but he caught her 
arm and restrained her as he pulled up in front of the garage door. 

"Wait, honey," he said hoarsely. "They're in back, by the pool. We have some 
time ... " He fumbled for the remote control on the dashboard and pushed it. 
The garage door creaked open ... he drove the Porsche inside. When the door 
closed behind them, they were bathed in rosy light from the single, 
flickering bulb on the ceiling of the garage. 

Lance was panting hard as he reached down and pulled a lever beside his 
seat. The bucket seats of the sports car shifted back about three feet and 
reclined. Kelley squealed in surprise as she flopped onto her back 
unexpectedly. Lance grinned wolfishly as he reached out to touch her. 

Yeah, that special device he'd had installed at great expense in his Porsche 
was sure paying off, all right! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"I want you to sit on it, Kelley honey!" Lance urged hoarsely. "Come on, 
babe. Take your uncle's big dick up your wet twat!" 

Kelley whimpered in excitement as Lance's strong arm pulled her on top of 
him. She felt the log, heavy log of his cock thrusting against her spread 
pussy slit. Desire seared through her loins, making her head spin. She 
mewled, squirming on top of him, her head grazing against the roof of the 
Porsche. Her butt was jammed against the steering wheel as she straddled his 
lap. 

She shifted upward, and Lance groped between his legs, fisting his dick and 
holding it steady. He gripped her by the waist and guided her down on him. 
Kelley gave a low cry, closing her eyes and shuddering as she felt the blunt 
head of his cock slowly stretch the quivering opening of her cunt. 

She took a deep breath and let her full weight drop on his upright pecker. 
It spread her open wider and wider. Her eyes snapped open and she gave a 
strangled scream as sensations so intense they were almost overpowering tore 
through her. Slowly, she sank down on all nine thick inches of Lance's heavy 
cock, sobbing shakily as her spread pussy lips squirmed around the fat root. 
She felt the cold teeth of his zipper chafe her inner thighs. 

"Yeah, honey! That's a nice, hot, wet crotch you got there!" Lance hissed, 
rotating his hips. 

He made his dick jerk inside of her, churning it against the silken walls of 
her vagina. Sonya cried out in joy, running her fingers inside his shirt, 
raking her nails through his thick body hair. 

Lance slid his arms around her hips and clenched hold of the rounded cheeks 
of her ass. He lifted her up slightly, about half of his cock pulling free. 
Then, he began to pump. His lower body heaved up and down, faster and 
faster, propelling his stiff dick to the root in her suctioning cunt again 
and again. 

Kelley screamed with elation, writhing wildly, rolling her hips and pushing 
down to meet his savage thrusts. Each time the blunt knob of Lance's big 
cock slammed against the far wall of her vagina, a mind-drenching shock wave 
of rapture ripped through her, dimming her vision. 

"Yeah, ride it, baby! Ride Uncle's horse-meat like a buckin' broncho!" Lance 
panted. He lifted and dropped her on his thrusting tool, grunts rumbling in 
his throat as he fucked her tight cunt furiously. 

The Porsche creaked and groaned on its axles beneath all that strenuous 
physical activity. The interior of the car was almost steamy with erotic 
heat. Lance's opened shirt was soaking through in places with sweat. 
Kelley's nails dug into the beefy mounds of his tits as she cried out and 
gasped and bounced on his stiff dick. 

It felt so good! So incredibly good! Wild fantasy images filtered through 
her lust-enfevered mind, like images in a kaleidoscope. She saw herself 
surrounded by men, all of them touching her, fucking her, feeding her their 
cocks.... 

She saw their faces, dimly. Warren ... Travis ... Lance ... And Clint! Her 
own father! Fucking her, using her, coming in her and on her ... 
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" she sobbed, arching her back and heaving violently on top of 
him. 

She whipped her mane of golden hair in a frenzy of passion, moaning with 
vixenish ecstasy as she came, again and again. Her pussy gushed with love 
juice, and lights and colors rippled and spasmed behind her dazzled eyes.... 

Fighting for breath, Kelley slumped forward with a feeble moan, pressing her 
hot cheek against one of her uncle's heaving pecs, the hairs tickling her 
flushed flesh. He stroked her hair, stirring beneath her, his hard-on 
throbbing inside the furnace-hot glove of her cunt. He hadn't come yet.... 

"Let's get out of the car, honey," Lance whispered hotly. 

They disentangled themselves with some difficulty and Kelley staggered out 
of the car, her honeyed pussy juices running down the insides of her legs. 
Her knees felt wobbly as she staggered around the car, drawn to the hood by 
her uncle's strong, insistent hand. He got behind her, gripping her waist, 
and firmly pushed her forward. 

"Bend over the car, honey," he whispered. "Bend over and spread 'em wide!" 

She lay across the hood, her quivering breasts flattening against the 
scarlet top of the car. It was still hot. She rested her cheek on her folded 
arms. She was slowly regaining control of her senses, faint spasms still 
quivering through her nerve endings. 

Lance tore open his trousers and let them drop around his ankles. His 
monstrous balls dangled sweatily between his legs. He snarl hungrily as he 
stepped forward, pushing Kelley's legs even wider apart. The creamy globes 
of her ass cheeks glistened sexily in the soft rosy light. 

He could see the warm, sticky petals of her pussy. Lance gripped his slick 
tool and eased it up between her legs. Kelley moaned softly, her fingers 
balling into fists as she felt that huge cock slide deep inside of her once 
more. She was so tender down there it almost hurt, but she felt her desire 
returning full force.... 

"Awww, honey, you got such a hot fuckin' PUSSY!" Lance panted, holding it 
inside of her for a long moment. He planted his hands on the hood on either 
side of her and began to fuck. His hairy ass pounded back and forth, driving 
his prick deep in her sopping snatch, making Kelley squeal and squirm 
helplessly. 

"Yeah, you like Uncle Lance's big meat fuckin' your cunt, don't ya, honey?" 
he rasped thickly. "Feel it slidin' way up there, sugar! Feel me fuckin' you 
real good!" He ran his paws up and down her tapering back, from her 
shoulders to her hips. Then, he leaned over her, sliding his hands beneath 
her, cupping and kneading her plump young titties. 

Then he licked and sucked the back of her neck, whispering lewd things into 
her ear as he stroked rapidly in and out of her all enfolding snatch. On the 
right side of the garage, which had space for five vehicles, there were two 
steps leading up to a doorway into the Petersen house. The door led into the 
kitchen, and it happened to be opened when Lance pulled into the garage. As 
he fucked his moaning blonde niece, Lance did not see a shape materialize in 
the door frame. 

It was the figure of a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She was very petite, 
with slender, sloping legs, a trim waist and perfectly sculpted, pointy 
breasts. She wore a revealing peach-colored bikini which did little to hide 
the sleek lines and contours of her almost girlish body. 

Her hair was velvet black, tumbling nearly to her elbows in straight, silken 
strands. Her face was almost round and olive-complexioned. The features were 
delicately chiseled; a mite too perfect, perhaps. A careful eye would detect 
in that face the work of an expensive plastic surgeon. 

Her almond-shaped eyes were slanted with long black lashes. They were 
amber-colored eyes, Oriental and bewitching. Her nose was tiny and upturned. 
Her lips were full and sulky. She was holding a towel, and her flesh still 
gleamed with water from the pool. 

Naomi Petersen stood there silently for some time, a soft, enigmatic smile 
creasing her voluptuous lips as she watched her brother-in-law fuck the 
daughter of her new husband. She was weighing her options, making little 
schemes. 

Naomi had always been a schemer. How else had she risen from obscurity, the 
daughter of a Japanese whore and a U.S. soldier, a disgrace in her homeland, 
without a penny to her name? Perhaps Naomi was aroused by what she was 
watching. Yes, she ? ?was?? aroused. Very much so. But she was scheming 
nonetheless.... 

Lance staggered back, panting hard, sweat dripping from his burly body as 
his stiff prick popped out of Kelley's juicy cunt and slapped against his 
hairy belly. He licked his lips hungrily, grabbing his slippery tool and 
pushing it between Kelley's lily white buns. 

Kelley gave a low whimper, reaching out and gripping the windshield wipers 
as she steeled herself to take his dick up her back road. It was so big! So 
thick! She knew it would hurt a little, at first. But she also knew that it 
would start to feel good, incredibly good. 

Warren had taught her that. Her horny black stepfather liked nothing more 
than sodomizing his wife's gorgeous blonde daughter. "Aaaaaaah!" she 
screamed brokenly, grimacing and arching her back as he pushed forward. 

"Easy!" Lance hissed, gripping her hips tightly. He groaned as the hot ring 
of her anus snapped snugly around the head of his cock. It was a tight fit, 
so tight it almost hurt his cock. 

He felt the liquid heat of her colon dragging at his tool ... lust seared 
through his balls. "Take it!" he grunted, slamming forward hard. 

Kelley clenched her teeth to keep from screaming, whipping her disheveled 
blonde hair from side to side as sharp pain burned through her barbarically 
stretched anus. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she sobbed brokenly. But 
already, the pain was abating. She shuddered gratefully as the dark, silken 
fingers of rectal pleasure began to twist in her guts. 

She arched her back, lifting her plump buns into the air as Lance's hairy 
thighs slapped up against them. He groaned, holding himself inside of her 
for a moment. Then he screwed her ass with brute force, grunting savagely, 
slapping and wrenching at her wriggling buns, turning them rosy as he 
spanked them. 

He peeled her buns wide apart with his thumbs, watching as his huge dick 
speared up into the pink "O" of her ass-hole. 

"Yeah, slut! You like that, huh?" he panted, his sweaty balls slapping 
heavily against her dripping snatch. He pushed her forward, climbing on the 
edge of the hood behind her, forcing Kelley up on her hands and knees. 

Gripping her hips like handle-bars, the muscular stud slammed in and out of 
her tight ass hard and fast. Little yelps and breathless squeals of dazed 
delight burst from between Kelley's lips as he pounded her guts full of 
stiff meat. 

Each thrust of his cock nearly knocked the breath out of her. And each 
thrust felt even better than the last, lighting raging fires within her, 
fires which traveled from her ass to her pussy. 

She sobbed and gyrated with rapture, rolling her ass and pushing back to 
meet his thrusts, her dangling titties flopping wildly back and forth. 
"Ooooh, G-God, I'm going to C-CUUUM!" she screamed suddenly, nearly ripping 
the windshield wipers right off the car, going into a frenzy of passion. 

"Y-Yeah, baby! Lemme feel you come! Do it, sugar! DO IT!" Lance panted, 
redoubling his efforts, slapping her slick ass cheeks hard. 

He bellowed in pleasure as his niece jerked and writhed in the throes of a 
multiple orgasm. Her oven-hot rectal glove squirmed and sucked around his 
big dick like a thousand slippery fingers. "AA AAA WWW, H-HONEY, TAKE MY 
LOAD!" Lance roared hoarsely, heaving forward one last time. 

He buried his thickening pecker to the balls in her steamy ass one last time 
and Kelley sobbed weakly as she felt it go off inside of her like a geyser. 
Hot, thick jets of sperm sprayed deep in her bowels, bloating her belly. She 
could feel each spasm of that thick, macho dick as Lance squirted his seed 
inside of her. 

Weakly, she flopped forward on the hood of the car, moaning softly, fighting 
for breath. She shuddered as she felt Lance's thick dick slowly pull out of 
her tender, ass. 

"That was nice, honey," Lance said huskily, patting her butt. "We better get 
ourselves together now." As he helped Kelley down from the hood of the 
Porsche, Lance glanced nervously at the door to the house for the first 
time. 

The figure which had stood there minutes before was gone. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Kelley liked her father's new wife. Naomi Petersen was petite, ravishingly 
beautiful, and utterly charming. She dressed in exotic Oriental attire, but 
spoke flawless, cultivated English. 

Clint was proud as a peacock of his Japanese-American spouse. She was 
twenty-five, looked like a teenager, and was a wild cat between the sheets. 
What more could a lusty thirty-nine year old entrepreneur ask for? Clint had 
done well for himself in the past ten years. He had expanded in the 
newspaper business, now owning three of the biggest papers in Florida. And 
all along, he had been investing in lucrative real estate which was now 
reaping in incredible profits. 

His new yacht, the Esmeralda, was his newest toy, and he was almost as proud 
of the vessel as he was of his new wife. 

Clint was pleased that his daughter had accepted the invitation to join them 
on the yacht. He felt slightly guilty about neglecting his parental duties 
over the years. He knew that Travis still held a grudge against him because 
of that. He would try to make up for the past by giving his children as much 
attention and financial assistance as he could. 

The man was almost overwhelmed by Kelley's beauty that summer. It had been 
almost a year since he had seen her last, and she had done a lot of growing 
up in the interim. His "Princess," as he always called her, was no longer a 
little girl. She was a woman. He saw that right away, not merely in her 
looks, but in her attitude. 

She carried herself with the sinuous grace of a jungle cat. like Lance, he 
sensed immediately that Kelley was sexually active. And whereas in the past, 
the idea of his precious child engaging in sex had disturbed him, now he 
found it more than a little intriguing.... 

The Petersen party set out on the cruise the morning after Lance and Kelley 
came to Pensacola. The Esmeralda was certainly an impressive vessel. A 
gorgeous sixty footer, she was splendidly trimmed and had a crew of six. The 
plan was for them to sail off the coast of Florida right down to the Keys 
and back, taking their time. 

Clint threw a lavish party for his guests on their first night at sea. In 
addition to his family, there were also two business associates on the 
cruise with their wives. They ate a sumptuous meal and then danced in one of 
the staterooms, drinking literally gallons of fine Moet champagne. Before 
long, Kelley was more than a little tipsy, and the swaying of the yacht was 
starting to make her dizzy. 

As she staggered in exhaustion off the dance floor, gentle fingers closed 
around her wrist and she looked around into the soft, exotic eyes of Naomi 
Petersen. The Oriental beauty smiled at her and said sympathetically, 
"Tired, Kelley?" 

"A little!" Kelley admitted ruefully. "I guess I've had a bit too much to 
drink!" 

"Why don't you and I go down to my cabin and relax a little?" Naomi 
suggested pleasantly. 

"That sounds delightful to me," Kelley said gratefully. 

***** 

Soon, they were in Naomi's beautifully decorated room below decks. There was 
a four poster bed and antique mahogany furniture, and a thick Persian carpet 
covered the floor. Naomi turned on some exotic Oriental music and dimmed the 
lights. Sexy somehow. Slightly pink and exotic. Kelly began to feel the 
juices flowing at the thought of what they were about to do. A first for 
her. And untried things are most persuasive if you're adventurous. 

Gesturing for Kelley to take a seat on the bed. "We'll get all cozy and have 
some brandy, all right?" the Oriental vixen said softly. 

They toasted one another and sipped the brandy, chatting like old 
girlfriends, though they'd known one another for barely twenty-four hours. 
"Kelley, I hesitate to ask you this, but ... " Naomi said after a while, her 
voice trailing off coyly. 

Kelley giggled, quite gay from all the alcohol she had consumed. Impishly, 
she said, "Oh, come on, Naomi! Let's be open with one another! What were you 
going to say?" 

Naomi giggled, too and said, "Well, I just wondered if you ever smoke 
grass?" 

"Oh, sometimes. Not very often, though," Kelley said. 

"Would you like to smoke some now? I have some great Columbian marijuana!" 
Naomi asked. 

"O.K.! " Kelley said. 

Soon, they were giggling like idiots as they passed a fat, potent joint 
between them. Kelley hadn't had this much fun in ages! Everything seemed 
rosy and funny, and her flesh seethed with soft, tingly sensations. She 
began to look at Naomi a lot, and realized that they were reclining against 
the pillows, very close to one another. 

Naomi was so beautiful! She was just gorgeous! Naomi wore a sexy crimson 
Chinese dress with a high collar and a slit up the side. It molded closely 
to the subtle slopes of her slender body. 

Kelley's pink party dress, with a blue sash and shoulder straps and a frilly 
hem, looked just as good on her. Her golden hair fell lambently about her 
bare shoulders, and her lovely face was flushed and happy. 

Suddenly, Naomi leaned forward and caressed the side of Kelley's face, 
looking searchingly into her eyes. "You are so very beautiful, my dear," the 
Oriental woman murmured softly. "You quite arouse me!" 

Kelley stared at her blankly, a slow, shocking realization coming over her 
that Naomi was putting the make on her! Everything was whirling and fuzzy 
and bright. As if in a dream, she saw Naomi's full red lips loom closer and 
closer, and then felt their pressure on her mouth. She felt Naomi's tapering 
fingers knead her rounded breasts. 

Kelley moaned weakly as Naomi's darting tongue flickered between her lips 
and touched her own. Desire fanned through her, desire for this woman! 
Kelley had never entertained lesbian fantasies before, and now, in her 
drugged, inebriated state, the idea appealed to her a great deal. She was 
trembling with breathless excitement as Naomi broke the kiss. 

"Do you mind?" Naomi purred. 

Kelley shook her head. "N-No!" 

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" Naomi said, sitting up and 
unbuttoning her dress. 

Kelley fumbled with the zipper to her dress, staring at Naomi as the older 
woman swiftly undressed. She had a beautiful body, small and well-formed. 
Naomi's breasts were apple-sized cones of olive-hued flesh, capped by big, 
juicy red nubbins. Her waist was very slender, and her hips sloped ever so 
slightly. 

A muff of jet black hairs clustered above the pink slit of her slick, "V" 
shaped twat. Naomi swayed over to where Kelley was struggling with her dress 
and gently, deftly, helped her out of it. Kelley turned to face Naomi, they 
stood there, looking at one another as if for the first time. 

"Such beautiful breasts!" Naomi purred, caressing them. 

Kelley whimpered softly as she felt the Oriental woman's fingers plucking at 
her aching nipples. She gasped as Naomi lifted Kelley's right breast to her 
mouth. 

Naomi purred as she suckled the blonde girl's tit, drawing the nipple and a 
good deal of the surrounding white flesh into her mouth, milking it 
hungrily. 

"Aaaaaah, y-yeeees ... " Kelley sighed, stroking Naomi's long black hair, 
pleasure washing through her. 

Naomi gently explored Kelley's body with her lithe fingers, and the feathery 
touch of her hands made the blonde girl gasp and shiver with erotic 
excitement. 

Naomi moved slowly down Kelley's body, her tongue slithering over the soft 
plane of her belly. Falling to her knees in front of the white girl, the 
Oriental beauty buried her face in Kelley's silken thighs. "Oooooh, N-Naomi! 
G-God!" Kelley gasped, clutching frantically at the older woman's head as 
Naomi's tactile tongue fanned back and forth across the pulpy lips of 
Kelley's labia. 

Naomi ferreted out the tender clove of Kelley's clit and strummed it 
hungrily, making the white girl cry out and gyrate in rapture. 

Kelley moaned and panted, heaving her hips back and forth, bumping her 
streaming pussy against Naomi's upturned, beautiful face, pleasure searing 
through her as Naomi tongued her twat. 

Naomi sat back on her haunches, panting hard, her lower face slick and 
glistening with Kelley's love juice. Then, Naomi rose to her feet, taking 
Kelley's hand. 

"Come," she said softly. "Let's go to bed." 

They lay down together, embracing passionately. Kelley sought Naomi's ruby 
lips, kissing her hungrily. Their eager tongues entwined. Their fingers 
explored one another's breasts, plucking, stroking, caressing, squeezing.... 

There was something exciting about touching another woman's breasts, Kelley 
found. She liked the fact that her hands almost entirely enclosed the perky 
slopes. 

She caressed them curiously, feeling the ripe nipples sprout urgently 
against her grinding palms. Breaking the kiss, she moved slowly down Naomi's 
body, licking and kissing her smooth, yellowish flesh, enjoying its exotic 
flavor. "Aaaaaaah, K-Kelley, yes, suck my breast!" Naomi gasped joyously as 
Kelley closed her lips around one of the older woman's nipples. 

Kelley suckled it lovingly, plucking the other nipple between her forefinger 
and thumb. She felt the nipple sprout in her mouth like a fat grape. She let 
it pop out of her mouth and lapped and sucked at its twin, all the while 
stroking and squeezing the mounds of Naomi's breasts. 

Naomi was moaning and squirming on the satin bed sheets now, spread-eagled 
and panting. Kelley rolled on top of her, grinding her pussy against 
Naomi's. As their clits rubbed together, the two girls cried out in delight, 
embracing one another and writhing and straining together, kissing 
passionately. 

Kelley broke away from Naomi, panting hard. She was trembling with passion 
now. She wanted to taste Naomi's pussy juice. She wanted to lick it.... 

She scrambled down between the Oriental girl's spread legs. Naomi whimpered 
in excitement, fingering her firm little breasts. She arched her back, 
uttering a short cry of ecstasy as the blonde girl's velvety tongue glided 
up and down the tender petals of her pussy lips. 

"Aaaah, y-yeees, Kelley, yeeees!" Naomi exclaimed shakily, tossing her long 
jet-colored hair frantically. 

Kelley rubbed her face into the slippery folds, loving the tangy sweetness 
and the musky fragrance. She sucked and licked the pulpy labia, tickling 
Naomi's clit with her taster till the older woman was nearly shrieking in 
delight. 

Kelley let her tongue slither rapidly in and out of Naomi's gushing hole, 
gladly lapping up her libations. She lifted her face, panting and slowly 
inserted two fingers between the folds of Naomi's cunt. 

"Oh, yes, masturbate me, darling!" Naomi cried out. "Pump your fingers up my 
pussy, Kelley!" 

Kelley felt the hot, slippery suction of the Oriental woman's cunt grip 
tightly around her fingers as she plunged them in and out of her. She 
twisted her fingers around inside of the older woman, testing the elasticity 
of her hot box. 

Kelley leaned down and licked and blew warm air on Naomi's quivering clit as 
she pumped her fingers faster and faster into the gasping Oriental's quim. 

All at once, Naomi gave a strangled scream, her back arching in a bow. Her 
hands clutched convulsively at the bed posts and she tossed her hair wildly 
from side to side, bucking her loins rapidly against Kelley's fingers and 
tongue. "Aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed. "I'M C-CUUUUUMING!" 

Kelley purred as she felt Naomi's hot vaginal muscles clench spasmodically 
around her pumping fingers. She pulled them out of her and pushed her face 
between the buttery folds of flesh, lapping up the musky juice which spilled 
from the woman's twat. 

Behind them, there was a clicking sound as the cabin door swung open. There 
was a pause and then a deep, mocking voice rang out. 

"Well, well, well! What have we here?" 

Naomi and Kelley gasped, springing up in shock and consternation. There, 
standing in the doorway, grinning like Cheshire cats, were the lusty 
brothers, Clint and Lance Petersen. Dressed to the nines, but looking more 
than a little bleary eyed. Both women allowed their eyes to stray to the 
front of the men's pants. They could tell by the straight arrows in their 
pants that they'd been watching the hot scene for some time. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"D-Daddy!" Kelley squealed in mortification, sitting bolt upright on the bed 
next to Naomi. 

"Clint!" Naomi cried, but there was a sly flicker in her slanted amber eyes. 
Both ladies were panting with desire, their luscious bodies tingling with 
sexual excitement and the effects of alcohol and drugs. 

Both of the Petersen brothers were pretty smashed, too. They looked enormous 
to Kelley, towering shoulder to shoulder inside the doorway, staring at her 
and Naomi with blazing eyes. 

Clint Petersen's dick was rapidly expanding along the leg of his trousers as 
lust seared through him. Damn! His own daughter was getting it on with his 
hot Oriental wife! He couldn't believe how luscious Kelley looked in the 
buff. Her creamy knockers were rising and falling as she breathed 
unsteadily. The moist "V of her pussy glistened in the lambent light, 
dripping with love honey and saliva. 

Clint looked at Lance. Lance winked at Clint. Clint drawled, "What d'you 
say, Lance? Wanna join these gals?" 

"Sounds good to me, man!" Lance echoed, flashing a wolfish grin. 

Immediately, the two burly brothers began to strip, shedding their tuxedos 
as fast as they could. Kelley sat on the edge of the bed gaping at them in 
awe. 

Naomi edged up next to her, slyly sliding a hand between the blonde girl's 
legs and caressing the moist petals of Kelley's hot twat. Kelley whimpered 
as Naomi's fingers edged up between the folds of her labia and began to 
slide up inside of her. "Kiss me!" Naomi hissed, leaning forward. 

Mechanically, Kelley obeyed, shuddering as the older woman's full lips 
pressed passionately against her own. They kissed hard, their tongues 
tangling, swapping spit. Kelley reached out and grasped hold of Naomi's 
perky breasts, pinching her ripe nipples between her knuckles. The nubile 
ladies mewled and squirmed in pleasure as they made out. 

The Petersen brothers were panting hard as they kicked off their trousers 
and undershorts, stumbling forward wearing only black socks. 

Clint Petersen was older than Lance, but just as handsome and even more 
powerfully built. Six foot two, two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy 
muscle, the rugged newspaper man had short-cropped black hair and blazing 
smoke gray eyes set in a craggy, copper-toned face. 

His jaw-line thrust forward belligerently, and his lips were thin and cruel, 
parting to reveal strong white teeth. He had a cleft chin and his lean 
cheeks were dark with a five o'clock shadow. 

Clint had very broad shoulders and a thick, bull-like neck. His beefy torso 
was covered with thick, coiling ringlets of sweaty black hair. Between the 
muscular trunks of his hairy legs erupted a positively huge pecker. It was 
eleven inches long, almost as fat around as a beer can. 

It pulsated with bestial excitement as he strode up to the bed where his 
wife was passionately kissing his daughter. Clint's cock reared upward like 
a club, etched with veins, capped by a greasy, heart-shaped crown which 
copiously leaked. 

His heavy, hairy balls swung almost half-way to his knees, quivering and 
bloating with manly sperm. 

Lance came up beside him, and the two men stood there, watching greedily as 
Naomi stroked her fingers in and out of the blonde girl's twat while Kelley 
played with the Oriental woman's titties. 

"Yeah, Naomi, pump that slut's tight pussy!" Clint growled huskily, stroking 
his tool. 

Lance sat down on the edge of the bed next to Naomi. He groped between her 
legs, cupping the moist, furry mound of her little snatch, slithering his 
thick middle finger between her lips. 

Naomi squealed into Kelley's mouth as her husband's brother shoved his digit 
deep in her cunt and wiggled it around. Her slick pussy muscles vibrated and 
milked around his plunging finger; Lance growled in pleasure. 

Lance shifted forward, falling to his knees on the carpeted floor between 
Naomi's legs. He gripped her knees, pushing her knees wide apart. Plunging 
his handsome face between her olive-hued legs, Lance greedily pressed his 
lips against the parted folds of her pussy. The musky tang of her love juice 
made his stiff joint jerk in excitement. 

He tongued her hungrily, swiping his licker up and down the slick folds of 
flesh, tantalizing the puckered bead of her clit with his tip, making her 
buck and squirm in delight. He wallowed in the spread, gooey folds of her 
vagina, letting his tongue slide way up inside of her and wiggle around. 

Naomi clutched desperately at her brother-in-law's head, swiveling her hips 
as she squeezed at his long tongue with her pussy lips, pleasure burning 
through her loins. She broke the kiss with Kelley and threw back her head, 
giving a low sob. 

Kelley sat back panting, dizzy with wild excitement. Looking up, she gasped 
as she saw her big, hairy stud of a father looming above her, sporting a 
raging hard-on, the biggest she had ever seen! 

"Hey there, Princess!" Clint leered, waving his prick before her dazzled 
blue eyes. "Like Daddy's thick meat?" 

"Oh, D-Daddy!" Kelley gasped. "It's ... It's so big!" 

"Suck it, baby!" Clint demanded reaching out and digging his fingers into 
the back of her head, pulling her forward forcefully. He swung his hips from 
side to side, slapping his huge meat back and forth across his daughter's 
flushed cheeks. The pungent aroma of man-sex made Kelley's eyes and mouth 
water with wanton excitement. 

She moaned, reaching up and closing her fingers around the lower part of his 
upright dick. Her hand didn't quite make it around the heavy, pulsating 
stem. She pulled the big dick to her greedy, panting mouth, raining hot 
kisses on the pulpy head. Clint moaned as the young girl's wet tongue 
slithered in expanding circles over his dick-knob, painting it with spit. 

"Awwww, y-yeah, Princess, suck! Suck Daddy's big dick!" he said, clutching 
urgently at her head. 

Slowly, Kelley wrapped her pink lips around the blunt cock-head. Her jaws 
strained wider and wider apart in order to accommodate the immense 
proportions of her father's over-sized pecker. Abruptly, it popped inside; 
she hummed in pleasure, slurping on it like an all day sucker. She rolled 
her silken taster all around the bulbous knob and slurped her way slowly 
down the heavy, corrugated shaft. 

Kelley choked as the knob rammed against her throat, cutting off her oxygen 
supply, bringing tears to her eyes. Bravely, she forced herself to relax, 
swallowing hard. 

A convulsive shudder wracked her nubile body as she felt her constricted 
throat strain around the big meat. Clint bellowed in satisfaction as all 
eleven inches of his bull-meat disappeared between his daughter's warm red 
lips. 

"Y-Yeah, deep-throat my big fuckin' cock, Princess!" Clint roared, rolling 
his hips and stirring his cock in Kelley's humming gullet. 

He eased back till his cock-head popped out of her throat, allowing Kelley 
to suck down some air before her fed her all of his stiff tool once more. 
Clint grunted in bestial satisfaction, twisting and tugging at Kelley's 
tresses. 

He swung his hips masterfully back and forth, pumping his big cock down her 
moaning throat hard and fast. His sweaty balls slapped a rhythmic tattoo 
against her chin ... and he whispered strident words of encouragement as she 
sucked his dick. 

"Oooooh, y-yes, lick my cunt, Lance, lick it!" Naomi cried out joyously, 
bucking upward and banging her wet pussy against Lance Petersen's handsome 
face. 

Lance was masturbating furiously as he rubbed his mouth and nose into the 
soft folds of his brother's wife's spread snatch, sliding his tongue rapidly 
in and out of her. 

With a low growl, he pulled his head from between her legs, his lower face 
dripping with her lotion. Moving up to her pert breasts, he mauled them in 
his beefy paws, making Naomi whimper and squirm. 

"Aaaaaaah ... " she moaned as the muscular stud's hungry lips latched around 
her right tit, wolfing it into his mouth. 

He sucked it ravenously, his teeth grazing against the sensitized bud of 
Naomi's bloated nipple. He washed his greedy tongue all over the silken 
cone, tracing the pebbly halo surrounding her erupting nubbin. 

Grabbing her ripe nipple between his strong teeth, he nibbled it and twisted 
it away from her body, making Naomi shriek in mingled pain and pleasure. 
Then, Lance let go of her right tit and it jiggled in the air, slick and 
glistening with his spit. He dove down on her other tit and pushed Naomi on 
her back on the bed ... 

"Yeah, baby, you suck good dick!" Clint Petersen muttered gruffly, slapping 
his manhood against his gasping daughter's face, smearing it with spit and 
pre-come. "Now get down there and suck your Daddy's big balls!" 

"MMMMM!" Kelley purred, cupping his heavy testicles in both hands and 
brushing her lips against them. The wiry hairs tickled her nose, and the 
pungent aroma made her pussy spasm with excitement. She tongued her father's 
egg-shaped gonads, swirling her taster all over the scumbag. 

Tilting back her head, the girl let his sweaty nuts drape over her lower 
face and lewdly tongued at the underside of his scrotum. 

"Awwwww, P-Princess, suck my fuckin' BALLS!" Clint moaned, jacking his 
thick, spit-imbued cock. 

Kelley tried to take each nut into her mouth, but they were just too big so 
she settled for slurping on them from the outside, feeling them twitch and 
tighten with bestial satisfaction. 

Abruptly, Clint stepped away from her, panting hard. He grabbed her hand, 
hauling his blonde daughter to her feet. "Hot little girl ... " he muttered 
thickly as he put his brawny arms around her slender middle, grabbing her in 
an iron grip. 

Kelley moaned as her aching breasts were flattened against his muscular, 
hirsute chest. She threw back her head, panting in excitement as she offered 
her warm, full lips to her sex-crazed father. 

"Yeah, you need it bad, don't ya?" Clint murmured before crushing his cruel 
mother to hers. 

He kissed her hard, nearly squeezing the breathe out of her. His long, 
swarming tongue explored his daughter's sweet mouth;she sucked it in return. 

Kelley squirmed and wriggled against his big torso, thrilling with 
excitement as she felt the heavy log of his pecker pulsating between their 
bellies. Dimly, she heard Naomi gave a broken scream of ecstasy behind her. 
Lance groaned, and there was the sound of creaking bed springs as Kelley's 
lusty uncle started to fuck his brother's Oriental wife. 

Clint pushed his daughter away from him abruptly, pressing down on her 
shoulders, his gray eyes blazing with imperious passion. "Get down on all 
fours, baby!" he ordered gruffly. 

Kelley scrambled obediently on the rug, staring up at him with her limpid 
baby blues, expectant with desire. Her full, pink-tipped breasts swung down 
nearly to the carpet; she arched her back, rolling her creamy buns 
coquettishly. 

"Damn, Princess, you sure are hot!" Clint muttered as he fell to his knees 
behind her. He fisted his pulsating whanger, pushing it up between her legs. 
Kelley gave a choked whimper, chewing her lower lip and closing her eyes as 
she felt the blunt knob of her father's cock jam up against her vulva. 

Clint's strong hands clamped tightly around her slender waist. He gave a 
guttural grunt, heaving forward hard. 

Kelley threw back her head and screamed, her slippery pussy walls gaped wide 
around his manhood. 

Clint roared his pleasure as inch after inch of his bull-meat plowed 
forward, sliding deep into his daughter's fuck-pouch. 

His dick-head jammed against the far wall of her cunt, stuffing her full, 
and Kelley squirmed and sobbed, clenching at his meat with her healthy 
vaginal muscles. "Ohhhh, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she moaned weakly. 

Her fingers curled into the carpet as he began to hump. His corrugated cock 
slipped rhythmically in and out of the moist, suctioning pucker of her cunt, 
pulling back till only the knob was lodged inside of her, and then ramming 
forward to the hilt. 

Each time Clint rammed his dick up his eighteen year old's twat, she gave a 
low cry of bitch passion, whipping her blonde tresses wildly from side to 
side, pushing back ... impaling herself again and again on his pounding 
cock. 

"Yeah, take it, little girl. Take meat." Clint muttered, banging into her 
hard and fast. 

Meanwhile, on the bed, Naomi was sucking Lance's thickening pecker, 
fluttering her fingertips over his hairy balls as her warm lips and 
vibrating tongue wreaked havoc on his sturdy tool. "Aaaaaaaawwww!" he 
grunted, the tendons on his neck expanding as he clutched frantically at her 
head. "Take it, honey! Take my LOAD!" 

Naomi's eyes widened and she gave a choked mewl of delight as big, pungent 
jets of man-cream burst over her tongue, filling out her checks and nearly 
drowning her as she swallowed again and again.... 

"Oh, Kelley, baby, you got such a nice tight pussy!" Clint panted, leaning 
over his daughter, sliding his arms around her and grabbing hold of her 
sleek tits. He crushed her breasts hard till the resilient white flesh oozed 
between his knuckles. He whispered incoherently as he tongued the inside of 
her ear. 

His muscular, hairy ass heaved back and forth vigorously, sawing his stiff 
dick in and out of her snatch. 

Kelley yelped and whimpered, pleasure blazing within her, making her vision 
dim and her heart thump. She felt something quiver at the quick of her 
being. A molten gathering of heat rushed like a whirlwind from her womb to 
her crotch. 

The teenager threw back her head and screamed in joy as she started to come. 
Wave after wave of the mind-shattering orgasm wracked her body. Her love 
juices flowed around Clint Petersen's pumping cock. 

"Gonna make me shoot, Princess! Gonna make Daddy shoot his hot load up your 
tight pink pussy! Aaaaaaaaah...." 

He shuddered ... his lower body slamming forward one last time, driving his 
eleven inch sex-tool to the root inside of his sobbing daughter once more. 

Kelley gasped in wanton pleasure, lowering her flushed face onto the floor 
as she felt hot, sticky squirts of man-jizz fountain inside of her, bloating 
her spasming pussy to the brim.... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Fighting back tears, Sonya Douglass downed her fourth martini. Her head was 
reeling and she felt as though everything were moving in slow motion. 

She lay sprawled on the divan in her room, wearing only a pale silk negligee 
which rustled against the full, globes of her breasts. She wore nothing 
else, and the breeze from the fan rustled apart the folds of the negligee, 
baring her sexy legs and the moist "V" of her pussy. It was so hot today! 
And the air conditioner was broken. Of course, there was another reason she 
was getting drunk. Warren had left her. Her beloved black husband was 
gone.... 

Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the tremendous fight they had had 
the night before, when she accused him of seducing her daughter. 

Instead of denying it, he had flaunted it, telling her that Kelley was a 
better lay than she had ever been ... It was too horrible to remember. She 
had slapped him ... he packed a bag and left. She doubted whether they would 
ever be reconciled now. Oh, God, she was horny ... Desire was creeping 
through her scantily clad, over-heated body. 

Her nipples were swollen and sensitive. She ran her fingers inside the 
garment, touching her glossy, warm flesh, working her way between her legs. 
She gave a low moan as she brushed her fingers over the fleshy lips of her 
cunt. Need gnawed deep within her like the teeth of a predator. She needed 
cock ... God, how she needed it. 

She sat up quickly and her head reeled as she made her way to her dresser. 
Pulling open the lingerie drawer, she fumbled among her panties and found 
what she wanted. She shuddered as she held the long, ivory-smooth vibrator 
close to her breasts, crossing unsteadily to the bed. 

Flinging herself upon the sheets, she undid the belt of her negligee and 
pulled it open. With a nimble twist, the vibrator hummed in her hand, 
sending a delicious tingle through her flesh. Sonya gave a low cry of 
pleasure as she applied the tapered tip to one of her rivet-like nipples. 

Rapture scorched through the lady as slowly, lasciviously, she drew the 
vibrator over her body, from breast to breast, stimulating her nipples till 
they were swollen, aching fingers of sensation. 

She ran the counterfeit penis endless down the soft plane of her midriff to 
the slick, parted lips of her labia. "Oooooh, GOD!" Sonya cried out, arching 
her back as white hot ecstasy knifed through her. She rotated the tip of the 
vibrator over the aching clove of her clitoris ... the thrill of erotic 
pleasure cascaded through her in satiny waves, making her hot pussy gush. 

She bit her lower lip, choking back a sob as she slowly worked the smooth 
tip of the humming object between her sticky cuntal lips. 

She felt herself spread around it. It slowly within her, buzzing against the 
clinging, dripping walls of her pussy, making her entire body quiver and 
writhe in helpless abandon. 

Next, she clutched at the vibrator with both hands, shoving it inside of 
her, moaning as it pumped all the way up her pussy. Then, she began to pump 
it in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The 
shock-waves of mounted and grew more and more intense. She was heaving, 
sobbing, gasping on the rumpled sheets, bucking with her hips as the 
plunging object drove her to heights of cunt-satiating euphoria. 

Her climax burst within her like a fiery flower, blossoming deep in her 
vagina, spreading its silken petals to every nerve ending in her body as she 
came and came, and came again.... 

"Mom! Oh, Mom!" It was Travis' voice, husky with awe and lust. She thought 
she was dreaming. She must be dreaming! Travis was in town, with some 
friends. She was all alone here. Wasn't she? Sonya opened her eyes and gave 
a weak, startled cry. 

Travis stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her with blazing gray eyes. 
They were his father's eyes, and as they burned into her heaving body, they 
seemed to rape her. 

The muscular young ex-G.I. wore a tee shirt and running shorts. The shirt 
clung to his like a second skin, soaked through with sweat in places. There 
was a huge bulge in the crotch of his shorts, practically lifting the 
elastic right off his belly. 

His eyes were fastened on his mother's spread pussy, with the vibrator still 
lodged deep inside of it. "T-Travis, what arc you doing here?" Sonya gasped 
weakly. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, between her legs. Sonya 
whimpered as his strong hands ran down her legs, from knees to thighs. He 
pushed her hands aside, gripping the end of the vibrator, pulling it out of 
her. 

It came free with a wet popping sound, glistening with his mother's honeyed 
love juice. 

Travis lifted the still-humming vibrator to his lips and started to lick it 
like an ice cream cone, staring at her with lust-darkened eyes as he did 
this. With his free hand, he rubbed the thickening lump in his shorts. 

"Travis, what arc you doing?" Sonya cried, sitting up in the bed, trembling 
with confused emotions, her senses reeling. 

"You turn me on, Mom," Travis said. "Damn, you turn me on...." 

He pushed the end of the vibrator against Sonya's spread pussy lips and 
stroked it inside of her, making his mother moan with fresh desire. "Yeah, 
Mom, you need it bad, don't you?" Travis muttered huskily. 

He moved up on the bed, lying on his side next to her, slowly stroking the 
vibrator in and out of her sopping twat. Sonya cried out as her handsome son 
bent down and brushed his lips over the swollen peak of her right breast. 

"Oh, Travis, we shouldn't be doing this," she whispered shakily. 

Travis lifted his head and grinned at her, silencing Sonya by crushing his 
lips to hers, kissing her hard. He was pounding the vibrator into her cunt 
faster and harder now. 

Sonya squirmed against his hand, sucking his tongue, desire and delight 
singing through her nerve endings. She moaned as he pulled the vibrator out 
of her pussy and covered her snatch with his strong fingers. 

He played with his mother's cunt, plucking at the slippery labia, pushing 
two fingers way up inside of her and stretching them apart. Travis broke the 
kiss, moving down to his mother's full, heavy breasts, moaning as he buried 
his face into her deep cleavage. He kneaded her knockers, scraping his 
fingers over the strawberry-stained nipples. 

Sonya cried out in passion as her son's hungry lips latched around her right 
breast, suckling greedily on her ripe nubbin, drawing it into his mouth. 
Travis gave a muffled groan as he sucked his mother's breast like a baby, 
tugging and squeezing the other tit all the while. Then, he switched off, 
lapping and chewing and sucking each of her nipples till they were swollen 
and sensitive, gleaming with his spit. 

"Yeah, Mom, you like having your big tits sucked, don't ya?" Travis muttered 
thickly, his gray eyes gleaming as he lifted his flushed face from her 
quivering tits. "Bet old Warren liked fuckin' these big tits of yours, huh?" 

"Oh, Travis, you shouldn't say such things," Sonya whimpered, falling back 
on the bed, dizzy with shock and excitement. She moaned as she felt her 
son's warm breath on her tummy. Travis stuck out his tongue and washed it 
slowly down her sleek belly, pausing to swirl the tip of it in the hollow of 
her navel. 

"Oooooooooh, G-God!" Sonya cried out, arching her back and grasping hold of 
her spit-lubricated breasts. Rapture exploded between her legs as his hungry 
lips brushed over the ripe lips of her labia. She crushed her breasts in her 
hands, digging her nails into the creamy flesh. 

Little animalistic moans tore from her throat and she tossed her auburn hair 
from side to side in a frenzy of passion. She bucked upward with her hips as 
Travis' long, eager tongue glided over the wet petals of her pussy. 

Travis moaned as he buried his face in the buttery folds. Lust knifed 
through his big balls; his cock throbbed through the clinging running 
shorts. He pushed his tongue deep in her cunt and savored the musky tang. He 
began to dart his tongue rapidly in and of Sonya's hot hole, making her 
shriek and gyrate. Travis reached down and fumbled with his shorts, dragging 
them down around his knees. He was only wearing a jock strap beneath, and 
his throbbing cock had lifted the elastic right off his muscular belly. He 
lifted his jock over the solid shaft of his boner and snapped it up beneath 
his sweaty balls. Fisting his stiffness, Travis slowly stroked his tool as 
he ate out his mother's wet muff. 

"Aaaaah, ycees! Travis, darling, that's ... that's so good! Aaaaaah!" Sonya 
cried, heaving upward with her hips as he ferreted out the quivering bud of 
her clitoris. 

Travis sat up suddenly, panting hard, his horse-meat jerking obscenely in 
the air. He quickly dragged his cotton tee shirt over his head, baring his 
muscular young body. 

With a low growl, he kicked off his shorts, leaving his jock snapped up 
under his balls. He neglected to take off his socks and sneakers. He stood 
up rather unsteadily on the bed, staring down at his mother with blazing 
gray eyes, slowly masturbating his big dick. "Get on your knees, Mom," he 
whispered thickly. "Show your baby boy how much you love him." 

Sonya's heart was beating wildly as she got up on her knees, staring up at 
him with adoration and desire. She whimpered, leaning forward and pressing 
her face between his bronzed, blonde-tufted legs. 

Travis groaned as his mother's warm lips feathered across his wrinkly 
scumbag. Sonya imbibed the pungent fragrance of her stud son's sweaty 
crotch, her pussy quivering. 

She began to play with her gushing twat, twisting her labia between her 
long-nailed fingers, rolling the ball of her thumb over her lust-engorged 
clitoris. Worshipfully, she tongued her muscular son's huge balls all over, 
making them bloat and tighten with pleasure. "Yeah, suck those balls, Lady. 
Suck those big fuckin' balls GOOD!" Travis rasped thickly, shuddering in 
delight. 

Sonya ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh, letting it dart through the 
musky foliage of his honey blonde pubes, batting it to and fro across the 
fat root of his manhood. She ran her wet pink tongue slowly up and down his 
stiff, throbbing cock. 

"Awwww, baby, that's so fuckin' nice!" Travis groaned happily as his buxom 
mother polished his manhood with her willing tongue. "Do it, Mom, suck it!" 

Sonya took her son's big penis in her mouth. Her senses reeled as the 
scandalous nature of what she was doing struck her full force, driving her 
wild with passion. She gurgled and sobbed as she sucked her way right down 
to the hilt of Travis' throbbing sex-tool. Travis grunted in ecstasy, 
clutching at her head, rotating his hips as he twitched his erection deep in 
Sonya's throat. 

"Awww, baby, you suck dick GOOD!" he moaned, and started to thrust. 
Masterfully, he guided Sonya's beautiful face back and forth, cupping it in 
both strong hands, feeding her his pulsating cock, his sweaty balls slapping 
up rhythmically against her chin. 

Sonya slurped and milked at his dick, purring with overwhelming delight, 
fluttering her tongue beneath the heavy shaft. She ran her hands up the 
backs of his strong legs and gripped hold of the sweaty cheeks of his ass, 
drawing him to her. 

"Jeez, Mom, I can't stand it anymore!" Travis moaned, jerking her head back 
suddenly, his dick popping out of her mouth with a wet squelching sound. "I 
gotta fuck you! I want to ram my pecker way up your hot pussy!" 

He dropped down on the bed, pushing her on her back, and climbed on top of 
her. Positioning himself above her, Travis stared into his mother's eyes and 
whispered huskily, "Ever since that time in the studio, Mom, I can't stop 
thinking about getting it on with you. I want your body. God, how I want 
it!" 

His words seared through her like an aphrodisiac, driving the buxom beauty 
wild with passion. She clawed at his sweaty, bronzed back, begging him 
huskily to fuck her. "Aaaaaaaaah!" Sonya screamed, writhing like a snake as 
her muscular son thrust forward hard, sliding his meat to the balls deep in 
her. "Ycceccccs!" Travis gasped thickly, holding himself deep inside her 
hot, suctioning pussy, pleasure swamping his senses like molten honey. His 
sweaty chest crushed her full, jiggling breasts. 

With a low growl, Travis heaved himself up into a push-ups position and 
began to fuck her hard. His muscular ass pumped up and down and incoherent 
grunts sprayed from between his clenched teeth. 

The bed springs creaked and Sonya cried out, bucking upward to meet his 
lusty thrusts, impaling herself again and again on the young stud's 
throbbing member. She looped her legs around his slender middle, digging her 
heels into the small of his back. 

"Ohhh, Travis, darling, fuck me! Fuck your mother, you bastard! Fuck me, 
fuck me, FUCK ME! Harder! AAAAAAAAH!" 

His rippling belly smacked up against her smooth stomach, and moist sucking 
sounds came from between Sonya's legs. Her hot cunt gripped and squirmed 
around the iron-hard shaft of his pump. "Mom, oh, shit, MOM, I'm gonna 
CUUUUM!" Travis cried out, shuddering as he lunged forward one last time, 
sliding his cock deep inside of her. 

Sonya gave a triumphant scream, raking her nails across his sweaty back as 
she felt her gorgeous son shoot a thick wad deep inside of her. The force of 
his ejaculation triggered her own cunt-drenching climax, and she writhed and 
sobs in the throes of an incredible multiple orgasm.... 

They lay together for a long time afterwards, murmuring softly, kissing, 
stroking, staring at one another. "Oh, Travis, I know we should be ashamed 
of what we've done, but I'm not," Sonya whispered, nuzzling his sweaty chest 
with her cheek. 

"Hell, Mom, now that I've fucked you, I never want to stop," Travis growled, 
kissing the top of her head. His dick was already getting hard again. A new 
idea was germinating in his mind, and a slow smile creased his lips. 

Kelley was coming home tomorrow. Yeah, wouldn't it be great if he could get 
Sonya and Kelley in bed ... together? But that's another story.... 


THE END
