The Family Suck-Fest
by David Crane


FOREWORD 

In many cases today's family is seen as a business and/or social arrangement 
between people rather than a continuing expression of love. 

The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern 
for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and 
the use of others for thrill-seeking-- and often deviant--purposes as an end 
in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often 
a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity. 

THE FAMILY SUCK-FEST is the story of one middle-class family, outwardly 
normal, that discovers an eagerness to satisfy lustful cravings. A shocking 
story, true, but also a mirror of our s times. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Donna Miller was lying on the grassy lawn behind the local high school. 
There was a school dance going on, and the music drifted out to her. Donna 
had been at the dance but now she and her date, Ricky Jones, had come 
outside for some fresh air--and a bit of snuggling that was starting to get 
out of hand. 

Donna's white gown was unbuttoned at the bodice and the hem was pulled high 
up her thighs. 

Ricky was leaning over her, sucking on one fat tit and working his hands in 
her groin. 

Donna was a lovely, nubile blonde girl with great tits and a delightful ass, 
Ricky was the captain of the football team, and the dark-haired youth was a 
very popular guy. He was two years older than Donna. 

Donna had been proud when he had asked her to the school dance. 

Now she was getting hot. 

Donna loved to get felt up and have her tits sucked, but she was still a 
virgin and she didn't want to become so randy that she let Ricky go too far. 

She was keeping her legs firmly together. 

Ricky had his palm cupped on her blonde cunt-bush and his fingers were 
working down into her groin, rubbing her cunt through her wet bikini 
panties. 

She trembled when the tips of his fingers brushed over her swollen clit, but 
resolved not to let the handsome boy go any further. 

He raised his lean-jawed face from her tits, looking exasperated and 
annoyed. 

"C'mon--spread your legs, baby!" he s rasped. 

"I--I'm cherry, Ricky," she protested feebly. 

"Yeah? Good! I like to bust cherries," he grunted, and resumed his groin 
groping. 

Donna was afraid she might get carried away if she let him continue that 
way. 

Then she had a better idea. If she could cream off on his probing fingers, 
she would cool down a bit and be more able to resist his advances. 

She began to grind her ass about and pump her hips in a screwing motion. She 
guessed she was liable to get grass stains on her white dress, but it didn't 
seem to be awfully important, in the heat of the moment. 

Encouraged by her movements, Ricky dove on a plump tit and nursed again, 
sucking the swollen pink nipple into his lips as his hand worked in her 
crotch. 

"C'mon! Open your legs, kid," he mumbled, the words muffled on tit-meat. 

But Donna managed to get her rocks off with her thighs still firmly closed 
together, rubbing her taut clit against his fingers as he groped in. 

"Damn it! You gonna open up or not?" he snarled, getting exasperated and 
frustrated by the young girl. 

She obviously wanted it, yet she was being difficult. 

Was she just playing hard to get? 

Or was the bitch that sort of abomination known as a cock-teaser, the bane 
of a horny guy's life? 

Her pussy was so hot and wet that he thought her tight bikini panties were 
going to melt. He supposed that was a promising sign. 

But it was just the opposite. 

"Ahhhhhh," she sighed. 

He gazed up from her tits and saw that the girl was smiling dreamily. 

"You made me cream," she purred. 

Ricky was furious. 

The finger-fucking had been intended as only foreplay, getting her ready for 
his cock, not an end in itself. His frustration was raging. 

Donna didn't want to offend him. He was a foxy guy, and she hoped he would 
ask her out again. 

"I'll jerk you off, Ricky," she offered. 

But for some reason that only made the virile young man more annoyed with 
her. 

"What you think I am, some nerd?" he rasped. "Hand-jobs are for kids." 

Donna was surprised. 

No guy had ever taken that attitude with her before. She loved to jack cocks 
off, and every guy she had done it for had seemed to really enjoy it. 

But Ricky was older and more worldly. In fact, he would have loved to have 
the sexy blonde jack him off, but he wouldn't admit to it. He thought it 
would ruin his image of macho sophistication. 

Instead, he decided to debase the girl to get even for the frustration she 
was causing him. 

Ricky grasped her roughly by the shoulder and pushed Donna down on the lawn. 
Holding her there, he opened his fly with his other hand. He hauled his cock 
and balls out. 

The youth had a large prick and big balls, and Donna gazed at his equipment. 
Since he had produced his prick, the girl naturally assumed that he was 
going to let her jack him off. 

But Ricky wrapped his own hand around his cock-shaft, tugging back and 
skinning the cock- knob out in a bulging slab of purple cock-meat. 

n Donna breathed in, inhaling the aroma of hot cock-meat. It made her mouth 
water. Her eyes were focused on his cock-knob, and she saw a thick, creamy 
glob of clear pre-cum ooze from his piss-hole. 

Donna would have gladly sucked his prick and swallowed his cum-load. She was 
a virgin, it was true, but she had taken it in the mouth a few times--and 
adored it. 

But Ricky didn't know that. 

Ricky assumed that a girl who didn't fuck was a prude, and it didn't dawn on 
him that Donna would be willing to let him face-fuck her. 

He began to beat his own meat. 

"Bitch! Cock-teaser!" he growled. 

"I--I'll!" she stammered. Her mouth was open and that seemed invitation 
enough to her. 

But Ricky figured she was registering shock and dismay, not cock-hunger. 

And Donna was much too shy to come right out and say that she would suck him 
off. 

It was an unfortunate misunderstanding. 

He pumped his fist up and down on his prick as he knelt over her, aiming the 
cock-head at her tits. As he frigged up, his foreskin rolled like a fleshy 
carpet over the slab of his cock-head. And as he jacked back, he was making 
that big cock-knob flare out and throb savagely. 

He grimaced and glared, his eyes narrowed to slits and his lips drawn back 
from his teeth. His fist hissed up and down his prick. His cock- head was 
flushed an angry red and drops of pre- cum fell on her tits, thick and 
greasy as spilled wax from a candle. 

Donna was really drooling for that cock-juice. She even inclined her head, 
lifting her face toward his prick and parting her lips wider. 

But then it was too late. 

Ricky grunted and his climax hit. 

The jism came rushing up through the core of his cock-shaft and spurted onto 
Donna's tits. He hosed her tit-mounds and soaked her cleavage and slathered 
her nipples. She stared at his cum-squirting cock in fascination. 

"Take it, cock-teaser!" he snarled. "Scum- bucket... spunk-rag... soak it 
up, bitch!" 

His hips jerked sideways and he pumped a foaming spurt of cum right into her 
face. Cum spilled over her trembling chin and ran back along her cheeks. 
Gooey globs were matting her silken blonde tresses. 

Ricky came a lot. 

What a shame he wasted it, Donna thought. 

He finished off, grunting. His formidable fucker began to sag, turning 
rubbery. He twisted his wrist and snapped his cock like a whip, spraying out 
the last drops of cum into Donna's upturned face. 

Then he squatted back and began to stuff his softening cock-meat back into 
his pants. 

Donna gazed at him in dismay. He obviously figured that he had taught her a 
lesson and defiled her by creaming all over her face and tits. 

But Donna didn't feel that way at all. 

She felt horny as hell again, aroused from watching him jack off. She gazed 
at him meaningfully, trying to show how willing she was to fool around. 

But with his balls drained, he had lost interest. 

He zipped his pants up and got up, brushing grass from his knees. Then, 
shooting her a dark scowl, he turned and walked back to the school building. 

Donna was distraught. How silly she had been, not to offer him a blowjob! 
Maybe it was time that she lost her damned cherry, for that matter. 

She slid her tongue across her lips, tasting the cock-cream he had squirted 
on her mouth. It was yummy. She scooped some cum up from her tits and held 
her hand under her chin, lapping the goo from her cupped palm like a hungry 
kitten slurping at a saucer of cream. 

Ricky's jism was delectable, even tasted from her own hand. Donna could just 
imagine what it would be like to drink a load of cum from his prick. 

She got up and arranged her clothing and headed back to the dance, 
determined to make up with Ricky and to offer him a blow-job. 

But it was too late... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Donna walked back in to the dance, looking flushed and happy over her 
decision, she found Ricky dancing with Gloria Clemson. Gloria was older than 
Donna, and she had a reputation as a naughty girl. 

Ricky and Gloria were grinding groins suggestively as they slow-danced 
together. It was a scandalous performance to put on at a school dance. 
Everyone was staring at them, and Donna blushed with shame. Ricky had been 
her date, after all, and this was very embarrassing. 

When the music stopped, Ricky and Gloria left the dance floor, holding hands 
and whispering together. 

Donna stood before them, mortified. 

Ricky gave her a smug look--and walked right on past, leading Gloria from 
the dance. 

Donna was hurt and angry, and she felt that everyone must be laughing at 
her. 

Embarrassed, she turned and walked out. 

She wasn't intentionally following the couple, but she went in the same 
direction, since that was the way out. And as she came from the school 
building, she was just in time to see Ricky and Gloria get in Ricky's 
car--the car in which he, as her date, had driven her to the dance. 

It intensified her feelings, and jealousy and envy were added to frustration 
and anger and embarrassment. 

Donna felt foolish, because it had been her own fault for playing hard to 
get. 

She didn't consider herself a cock-teaser, to be sure, but she could see how 
a guy would misunderstand. 

What were they going to do? 

Driven by curiosity--and seething lust, too-- Donna moved across the parking 
lot and slipped up very quietly to the side of the car. 

She peeked in, finding the front seat empty. 

Then she saw that they were in the back seat. 

And that Gloria's naughty reputation was certainly not unwarranted. 

Gloria had obviously earned it. 

Ricky already had her skirt up and her panties down and Gloria was sprawled 
out wantonly in the back seat, one knee hooked over the front seat and her 
meaty thighs spread wide apart. Her cunt was open and sodden. 

Donna was torn by indecision. 

One part of her mind told her to run away and not stay to witness her own 
debasement, and another part told her that it would be a real thrill to spy 
on them. 

She stayed there as if rooted. 

Ricky took his prick and balls out. 

Gloria squealed with delight. 

And Donna seethed with envy. 

What was the point of being a virgin, when it was tramps like Gloria who had 
all the fucking fun? 

Obviously Gloria wasn't a girl who needed any coaxing or preliminary 
loveplay. 

Ricky knelt on the seat between her legs and slipped his cock right up her 
fuck-hole without any hesitation. 

He hadn't even bothered to kiss her! 

He rammed in balls-deep and held the full penetration for a moment. Then he 
began to fuck his cock in and out with fast, hard strokes. 

Gloria met his fuck-thrusts exuberantly, pumping her hips, her ass churning 
wildly. 

They were grinding together just like they had been on the dance floor, in 
fact--with the vital difference that now his prick was in her pussy. 

Donna was fascinated and frustrated at the same time. 

As she peeked at the fuckers, she was licking her cummy lips and her pussy 
was smoldering like a burning ember between her slim and shapely thighs. 

She was hurt that her date was fucking another girl, but she was a lot more 
horny than hurt. 

Ricky fucked away enthusiastically. Each time his big prick stuffed Gloria's 
pussy, cunt- juice was spraying out, lathering her groin and trickling down 
into the crack of her jerking ass. 

Ricky's bloated balls swung in and slapped on Gloria's grinding ass like the 
clappers of a meaty bell. He hiked up and fucked in at an angle, running all 
of his long prick across her clit. 

Gloria cried out, starting to cream. 

She locked her legs around the youth's hips and rode him from below. 

"Here it comes, baby!" Ricky gasped. 

"Yeah--yeah! Jizz me, you stud!" the lewd date-stealer squealed in 
anticipation. 

Ricky began to spurt his spunk into her wanton pussy as his balls blew and 
his prick sprayed her with a lavish load of hot, thick cum. 

Donna whimpered with envy. 

They fucked each other through the spasms, winding down slowly, draining off 
together. 

Ricky pulled his prick out, grinning. 

His cock swayed up and down, turned semistiff, the fat cock-knob dripping. 

Gloria's cunt-slot stayed open wide, retaining the outline of Ricky's thick 
cock. Cunt-cum and jizz poured from her pussy in a creamy tide. 

Ricky kissed her then, finally. 

Then they began to get dressed. 

Donna sneaked away. 

She didn't want them to know that she had been spying on them. But she 
didn't leave the parking lot. She hid behind another car. 

She supposed that they would go back to the dance, now that they had 
finished fucking. Ricky was still her date, and she assumed that he would 
have the grace to take her home, despite what had happened. 

Donna had made up her mind that being coy and shy was for the birds. She was 
going to come right out and ask Ricky if he wanted her to suck him off. 

His cock had looked even more delicious after it had been soaked in Gloria's 
steamy cunt, Donna thought. Donna was certainly not a lesbian, but like most 
hot young girls, she had to admit that pussy looked tasty--almost as 
delicious as prick. 

And she was hot to suck Ricky's cock now that it was coated with cunt-juice. 

But she was in for a big disappointment. 

Ricky and Gloria didn't go back to the dance. 

They got into the front seat of the car and drove off, her head resting on 
his shoulder and his arm around her in a fond embrace. 

Donna had lost her date. 

She moaned in dismay. 

Standing beside a parked car, hardly aware of where she was, Donna raised 
her skirt and slipped her hand down inside her bikini panties. Her cunt was 
so hot that she thought it would blister her fingers. 

She frigged three fingers up her fuck-hole a few times, twisting her hand 
and jerking her ass. Then she brought her hand up to her lips and began to 
slide her fingers in and out of her mouth, sucking on them, tasting her own 
succulent cunt-cream. She was pretending that she was sucking Ricky's cock 
just after it had come out of Gloria's pussy. 

But that only made her more frustrated. 

She considered frigging herself off on the spot, but that wasn't very 
appealing. There were no unattached boys at the dance, which was a shame, 
since Donna was in the mood to offer a blow-job to almost anyone. 

But, unlike that rotten slut Gloria, Donna was not the type to steal another 
girl's date. 

Sadly, she decided that there was nothing to do but walk home and 
finger-fuck her cunt to foam a few times, as she lay alone in her bed. 

So Donna headed home, her cunt squishing and steaming between her legs as 
she stepped along, thinking that she was in for a night of frustration, with 
only the feeble pleasure of her own fingers. 

But it didn't turn out like that, at all... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Donna's kid brother, Carl, hadn't gone to the dance. He didn't have a date 
and he had stayed home, feeling sorry for himself. 

Carl was a good-looking teenager with a big cock, and he could have arranged 
a date without much trouble, but he had waited too late and all the girls 
that he knew had already been asked to the dance. 

Carl felt frustrated. 

And his presence at home was making his voluptuous mother frustrated, as 
well. 

Jeanne Miller, a tawny blonde with big tits, had been looking forward to her 
usual Friday night fuck. Both of the teenagers were usually out on dates on 
Fridays, and it gave her and Sam a chance to fuck up a storm, without 
worrying about the noise they were making. 

Jeanne was a loud fuck, especially when she was creaming off, so they seldom 
fucked when their kids were in the house. 

Now young Carl was sitting there, glumly staring at some silly television 
program, interfering with the normal weekend fucking routine. 

Jeanne glanced meaningfully at Sam. 

Sam, who understood her well, shrugged helplessly. She could see that the 
front of his trousers was bulging, well stuffed with swollen cock-meat, and 
knew that he was as bothered by the situation as she was. 

How could she get rid of Carl? 

Jeanne thought of possible errands she could dispatch the boy on. It had to 
be plausible, certainly. She wouldn't want the boy to suspect that they 
wanted to get rid of him so they could fuck. 

Then she remembered that she had promised to return a book that she had 
borrowed from her sister, Maggie. Maggie was divorced and lived in an 
apartment not very far from the Miller house. 

Jeanne calculated that it would take Carl about twenty minutes to walk over 
there and back. Well, that was time for a quickie, but not time enough to 
linger over the foreplay that she enjoyed. 

Then she got a clever idea. 

And one that would have amazing consequences, too. 

She fetched the book and gave it to Carl. 

"Would you take this over to my sister, please, darling?" she asked, smiling 
innocently. 

Carl was about to protest, then he shrugged. 

The protest had just been automatic, a typical teenage response. Actually, 
he didn't mind going over to Aunt Maggie's in the slightest. 

Maggie was a friendly, flirtatious, sexy lady who sometimes gave him a beer 
when he stopped by. Carl always felt very grown-up in her presence, because 
she didn't treat him like a child, the way his parents did. 

"Yeah, okay," he grunted. 

He got up and left with the book. 

Sam grinned, understanding his wife's plot. 

Then he looked surprised when, instead of making a beeline for his prick, 
she went to the telephone. Winking at him, she phoned her sister. 

"Sis? Hi. Listen, I just sent Carl over with that book I promised to return. 
Yeah, I know you weren't in any hurry for it. But Sam and I are hot to fuck, 
and I wanted to get the kid out of the house." 

Sam could hear Maggie laugh over the phone. 

He was impressed by his wife's cleverness. 

"So, do us a favor, okay? Think of some excuse to keep Carl over at your 
place for an hour or so, okay? Thanks, Maggie--I owe you a favor." 

She hung up and phone and walked over to Sam, her lusty ass swinging 
provocatively. 

She figured it had been a brilliant idea. 

Little did she know what she had started. 

Because she figured that she and Sam had at least an hour to fuck, she 
wanted to take her time about it. But she had no idea that her daughter, 
abandoned by her date, was coining home early. 

And she certainly had no idea just how her sister was going to entertain her 
son, either... 

* * * 

When the phone rang, Maggie had hurried to answer it, hoping it was one of 
her many boyfriends asking if he could come over for a fuck. 

Maggie was always randy. She got fucked a lot, and by a lot of different 
guys. But since her divorce, she hadn't had the steady sex that she had 
become accustomed to as a married woman. 

Of course, if she hadn't fucked around so much when she was married, she 
might not now be divorced. 

But she didn't think it was significant. 

When she heard her sister's voice on the phone, she was disappointed, at 
first. But then she began to smile. Maggie had often amused herself by 
flirting with her teenaged nephew and giving him a glimpse of her tits or 
crotch. 

She adored young cock-meat. 

And the idea of incest really turned her on. 

Aunt Maggie could easily think of a way to keep Carl at her apartment for an 
hour or more... 

Feeling deliciously wicked, the sexy woman undressed and slipped into a 
semi-transparent nightie. She inspected herself in the mirror. 

Her tits were spilling from her bodice, exposed damned near to the nipples 
and the hem of the short garment was high up her shapely thighs. 

She was going to give Carl an eyeful. 

And she just might give him a lot more... 

Like, say, a mouthful? 

* * * 

Donna got home, glum and unhappy, and horny as hell. She intended to go 
straight up to bed and frig her fuck-hole to foam a few times. She entered 
the house quietly because she knew her dress was rumpled and that there 
might be grass stains on her ass, and she didn't want to encounter her 
mother or father in that disreputable condition. 

So they didn't hear her come in. 

But Donna sure as shit heard them... 

"Ohhhh, I'm so horny, darling," came her mother's voice, from the living 
room. 

Donna stopped dead, blinking. 

"Wanna go to bed, baby?" her dad rasped. 

"Let's fuck right down here, okay? I'm too randy to go upstairs--and that 
hard-on you've got looks too damned heavy to haul up the stairs, anyhow." 

Sam chuckled and Jeanne giggled. 

And their teenaged daughter was intrigued. 

Donna had just discovered what a kick it was to spy on people having sex. 
And if it had been exciting to look at Ricky and Gloria, she could just 
think how thrilling it was going to be to play the peeper on her own 
parents! 

She knew it was naughty to spy. 

But that only enhanced the kinky pleasure. 

Donna, grinning impishly, tiptoed down the hall and peeked secretively into 
the living room. 

The girl had arrived home just in time to witness the whole performance. The 
curtain was rising on the first act of a parental passion play... 

Jeanne was standing in front of Sam, swaying her shapely hips provocatively. 

He was grinning in anticipation, and the front of his pants was standing out 
as if he had a tent pole stuffed into his groin. His thighs were spread 
apart to make room for the swollen bags of his balls. 

Donna was fascinated. 

She knew that her daddy had a huge prick, having sneaked a look at him in 
the shower more than once. And she knew that her mom had a really sexy body, 
having deviantly stolen a few glances at her, as well. 

The prospect of watching them fuck was driving the girl crazy. Horny to 
begin with, having hurried home to finger-fuck herself, she began to sizzle 
now. 

"Fuck," she said quietly, as if encouraging her parents to get on with it. 

Donna's knees were limp, her legs trembling. She sank down to the floor, her 
gaze glued to the couple. She cupped one hand over her pussy, but didn't 
begin to play with herself, yet. She wanted to wait until the real action 
had begun in the living room... 

Jeanne pulled her skirt up above the waist, and Donna saw that she wasn't 
wearing any panties! She never did on Friday evenings, actually, but of 
course Donna had no way to know about that routine behavior. 

Jeanne thrust her gently rounded belly out and parted her thighs wide. 

Sam leaned forward in his chair, inclining over his towering hard-on, his 
face pushing out eagerly. Jeanne shoved her cunt up against his chin. 

He began to lap merrily in her wet cunt-slot. 

His tongue slurped juicily, adding sound effects to the scene that their 
little girl was gazing on with such glee. Sam held Jeanne by her full hips 
and buried his face in her groin, plating her pussy with enthusiasm. 

Donna envied her mother that cuntful of dancing tongue! How she wished that 
it was her cunt that her daddy was licking! 

And, although she didn't know why, not being a dyke, she had to admit that 
she envied her daddy, too--because her mom's cunt sure looked delicious to 
Donna! 

The girl inhaled, breathing in the fragrant fumes of hot pussy as they 
wafted across the living room, tantalizing her taste buds by that sweet 
scent. 

Sam was using his tongue like a spoon, scooping out cunt-cream by the 
mouthful. He sucked and swallowed, French kissing her fuck-hole. 

Donna drew her hand out of her groin and began to taste her own pussy-nectar 
from her palm. Naughty as it was, she was turning on to fantasies of 
cunt-lapping on her mom, as well as fucking with her father. 

Her eyes were popping out as she drank in the sight of the sex-session. 
Daddy's lapper scooped up, curled like a trough as it gathered up 
cunt-nectar. As his tongue slipped from her gash, he sprayed cunt-juice onto 
her blonde cunt-bush. 

Her ass twisted and her loins pumped up and down as she mopped his face with 
her wet pussy. Streamers of pussy-juice unwound down her inner thighs. The 
air was heavy with cloying pussy-perfume. 

Sam began to stab his tongue in vibrantly, like a hummingbird seeking nectar 
in a fleshy flower. As he tongue-fucked deeply up her cunt- hole, his lips 
pulled greedily on the flowing fount. 

She jammed her crotch in as if she were trying to get his face crammed 
ears-deep into her pussy. Muffled gasps and gulps came from her groin as the 
man sputtered and slurped in that gooey grotto. 

Her mom's pussy was so sodden that Donna thought her daddy needed a snorkel 
tube if he was going to stay stuck between her thighs. 

"Cream me, baby!" came his muffled moan. 

Jeanne tilted her cunt up as if it were a bowl, brimful and spilling over. 

"Eat my pussy! Oooooh--gonna melt, baby! Drink it out of my hot cunt!" 

She began to overflow, shuddering as the spasms of orgasm hit her grinding 
loins savagely. 

The flow from her cunt got thicker and richer and creamier as her cunt-juice 
turned to cum. 

Sam wallowed in her groin, sucking her pussy as she whipped her crotch up 
and down in his face. 

She creamed for a long time, trembling. 

Then she slowed down, smiling radiantly. 

The curtain had come down on the first act, but only the first of several. 
And the audience of one waited eagerly for the next act in this drama of 
desire... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Donna had cum when her mom did. 

The girl hadn't even been touching her cunt. She had her hands up to her 
chin, licking up her cunt-juice, and her pussy just melted on its own, as if 
going off in sympathetic vibration with her mother's cunt. 

But creaming didn't begin to satisfy Donna tonight, and no sooner had her 
pussy stopped juicing off than the teenager began to get hot again. She knew 
she could cum time and again under the stimulation of playing the peeper-- 
and that each time her fuck-hole melted anew, it was going to be more 
dynamic than the time before. 

She felt as if her whole body was going to dissolve, her blood and bones and 
brains turning to cunt-cum and pouring out from her pussy. 

Her clit was like a burning fuse and the core of her cunt was like a time 
bomb. 

Panting, she waited and watched... 

Jeanne kept her cunt thrust out in her husband's face as Sam lapped up the 
dregs. Then she pulled her pussy off his mouth with a wet slurping sound. 

She turned her head. 

Donna drew back, afraid that her mother might see her. But Jeanne was only 
looking at the clock on the wall, calculating how much time they had before 
their son might return--not knowing that their daughter already happened to 
be home, nor that the boy would be delayed for a long time by her wily, 
horny sister. 

She figured there was plenty of time and that there was no need to rush 
things. 

Standing back, she removed the remainder of her clothing as her husband--and 
little girl- stared at her, both admiring her curvaceous body. 

She knelt on the carpet between Sam's parted legs and opened his pants. His 
prick sprang upward, rock hard. 

His cock-head was a massive, mushroom shaped slab of purple meat and his 
cock-stalk was like a heated crowbar. His balls were ballooning mightily. 

Donna's mouth was drooling for her daddy's prick just as it had been for her 
mother's cunt. 

Jeanne worked his pants down his legs and removed them from his feet, 
tossing them aside with a jangle of coins from the pocket. 

Jeanne gazed speculatively at Sam's prick. His cock-knob was flowing like a 
fountain, pre- cum washing heavily down his cock-shaft. 

It was evident that Sam was going to blow his cum-load quickly, the first 
time. That suited her to a tee. She could return the oral favor and enjoy a 
drink of jizz and still have time for a nice, long fucking. 

She bent her tawny head down over his prick and began to lick the tip, 
purring with pleasure as his pre-cum tantalized her taste buds. 

"Ahhhh--suck me off, baby!" he gasped. 

Yeah, Mommy--milk his meat, Donna silently urged. 

She had been in a cock-sucking, cum-drinking mood all evening and she was 
really keen to see Daddy jizz off in her mother's hot mouth-- while wishing 
that it could happen in her own hungry mouth. But she didn't expect that to 
ever happen, never dreaming, in her young innocence, that her daddy--and her 
mommy, too--would be as eager for incest as she was. 

But, of course, they were... 

Usually when Jeanne sucked her husband-- or anyone else's husband, for that 
matter--she liked to take her time about it, licking and tongue-bathing, 
avidly enjoying the preliminaries and the lingual foreplay before she got 
down to the steady sucking that would bring her creamy reward. 

But tonight, because she thought they only had an hour or so, she figured 
that it would be best to get his balls drained quickly, to ensure that they 
had time for a prolonged fucking. 

She tongued his prick-knob a bit, slurping up the pre-cum as it slimed from 
his piss-hole. She ducked down to nuzzle his balls, savoring the flavor of 
those cum-swollen sacs. 

Then she took his cock-head into the oval of her lips and began to suck 
hungrily. 

"Ummmm--ummmm! " she purred, as the enormous purple cock-head flared out, 
filling her mouth. 

Donna was wide eyed, watching in awe, amazed by the way her mother's magic 
mouth was working. Donna had sucked off a few cocks, herself, but she 
realized she was no more than a novice compared to her mother. 

Jeanne's mouth was like a sump pump, a vacuum cleaner. It looked as if the 
cock-hungry lady could have sucked the batteries out of a vibrator. 

Donna was sucking her own fingers, emulating the action of Mommy's 
cock-filled maw-- studying it as if she were learning to suck eggs from her 
mom, getting valuable lessons in love from her mother's parental guidance. 

Jeanne had cock-sucking down to an art form. She didn't need to frig with 
her fist on his cock-stalk nor even to bob her head up and down in the 
traditional blow-job movement. All she had to do was suck on the head of his 
cock and pull his spunk up by suction. 

Sam's thighs flexed and his heels drummed on the floor. He bridged deeply, 
thrusting his prick up into her facial fuck-hole. 

He held her lovely head between his hands, but gently, with no need 
whatsoever to guide her or encourage her. Jeanne knew just what she was 
doing and just how to do it, and she certainly needed no coaxing. 

"Slime me, darling," she murmured, speaking on the meaty microphone of his 
prick-knob. 

Her lips turned outward, collaring his thick, heavily veined cock-shaft just 
under the crown. Saliva was washing down his prick. Her drool was shot 
through with streaks of thick, gooey pre-cum. 

Donna was slobbering so lavishly that it felt like she had a mouthful of 
pre-cum, as well-- as if her fingers were dribbling out jizz. 

She dipped her hand into her pussy and gathered up some cunt-nectar, then 
slid the fingers back into her greedy mouth and nursed on them, making 
believe they were her father's prick. 

Sam threw his head back and howled. 

"Here it comes, baby!" 

"Ummmmmm--yeah! Feed me!" Jeanne babbled on his surging cock-crown. 

"Swallow it, darling!" he croaked. 

His cock-spume shot out so hard that Donna could almost hear the thick stuff 
splash in her mother's throat. 

Jeanne sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, milking the sweet cum 
from his prick in a face-fucking frenzy. Her throat delicately pulsed as she 
swallowed. 

She was gulping cum down greedily, but Sam was spurting so heavily that she 
couldn't ingest it all. Jizz spilled from her lips and trickled down his 
cock-stalk, blended with a tide of her frothy saliva. 

She began to bob her head up and down, feeding more cock-meat into her maw. 
He shot as she pumped down, hosing her throat, then shot again as she pulled 
up, bathing her tongue with more cock-slime. 

Jeanne was sputtering and sighing in ecstasy, transported to cum-drinker's 
paradise as she drank him dry. 

He pumped a last spunky spurt into her mouth and sank back in the chair, 
looking stunned. 

Jeanne kept on sucking for a few moments, making sure she had it all. 

His balls had gone slack now, but his prick was still fat and firm in her 
mouth, delighting her with the knowledge that he was still ready for more. 

It delighted their daughter even more... 

Jeanne always adored sucking Sam off, but he was her husband and it was a 
treat that she could have anytime she wanted it. 

But for the spying girl, this was a first-time thrill. Donna was more 
thrilled by watching Mom and Dad suck than they were by doing that sucking. 

Donna had juiced off again, at the exact moment that her daddy had shot his 
jism in her mom's mouth--but cumming only made her hot to cum again. 

And, of course, to peep more, as well. 

She wasn't to be disappointed. 

Jeanne held Sam's big cock in her mouth, licking and sucking as she waited 
for his potent balls to bloat with another sweet load of cum. 

Those virile balls jiggled, deflated for a minute, then began to swell up 
again. 

Smiling with cummy lips, she pulled her mouth off his prick and used her 
lapper to gather up the stray cum that had escaped her lips and run down his 
cock-shaft, onto his balls. 

Now it was time for the third act... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jeanne got to her feet, standing over Sam as he sprawled back in the chair. 
His balls were refilled and his cock jutted up, the cock-head aimed at her 
pussy. Her cunt had gotten all juiced up again while she neglected it during 
the cock-sucking, and cunt-cream was pouring down her legs. 

Donna supposed her mother was going to squat on his prick for a cock-ride 
now. 

But, with lots of time to linger, Jeanne was in no rush to stuff her pussy. 

She arched her willowy back and shoved her cunt into his face again. 

Sam wolfed away with gusto. 

Then Jeanne, who was a firm believer in variety being the spice of sex, drew 
back and turned around. She hiked her firm haunches up. 

"Do my ass, darling," she moaned. 

Donna gasped. Her parents were really kinky. It turned her wild--and, too, 
she was now getting a full frontal look at her naked mother, drooling as she 
gazed longingly at those big, fat- capped tits and that tawny cunt-bush. 

Sam placed his open hands on the round cheeks of her ass and opened them. He 
began to run his lapper up through the musky crack of her ass. 

Jeanne was kneading her tits and pulling at the swollen pink tips as she 
jerked her ass up into Sam's face. He licked her ass-crack out thoroughly, 
then began to work on her tiny, tangy asshole. 

His tongue wedged up her asshole and his lips sucked on the puckered slot. 
He drooled into her asshole, then sucked his saliva back out and swallowed 
it. 

"Ohhhhh! That's it, baby! Tongue-fuck my shitter--rim me, Sam--ream my 
asshole out!" Jeanne moaned. 

He fucked his lapper in and out, sucking her ass with a hearty appetite. 

Jeanne worked her ass in his face, her own face glowing with joy at the 
pleasure of having her asshole sucked and reamed. 

Then the limber lady bent over. 

She placed her hands on her legs and leaned down as if she were going to tie 
her toes. Her heavy tits swung out like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from 
a vine. Down she went, supple and nimble. 

Sam's cock was towering up, and in this contorted position she took it into 
her mouth. She began to suck on his cock-knob as he ate out her asshole. 

Donna had an even better view now. 

The girl could see her daddy's hairy balls and the underside of his thick 
cock-shaft looming up, the dark ventral vein pulsing savagely. Her mother's 
salivating lips were glued on his prick- knob, her cheeks sinking in and 
puffing out. 

They were locked up in a turned-around sixty- nine, sucking each other like 
contortionists or acrobats performing a sex act. 

With her mouth stuffed full of cock-meat, Jeanne glanced at the clock again. 
She wouldn't mind drinking another load of cum and creaming while he sucked 
out her asshole, but she wanted to make sure that they had finished fucking 
before the untimely arrival of either of their children forced them to 
terminate the fun. 

She gently pulled her mouth up off his towering prick, her lips distending 
down the cock-rod like elastic as she sucked to the last instant. 

Then she drew her ass off Sam's face. 

She stood upright over him, her long, shapely legs wide apart as she 
straddled his hard-on. Sam grasped her by the hips as she slowly lowered 
herself on trembling thighs. Her ass was on his belly and she was facing 
away from him --giving the peeper a perfect view of the front of her 
voluptuous body as she settled on Sam's big fucker. 

She balanced on his cock-head, twisting her hips, grinding her cunt on the 
fat cock-knob. 

Cunt-juice streamed down his prick as she poised with her pussy atop it like 
a flagpole sitter, squirming around to get it properly bedded. 

Her groin was tilted up, and Donna could see her coral-pink slot with Sam's 
flushed, purple cock-head nudging into it, flaring and pulsing. 

Jeanne was feeling her tits up with one hand and she slid the other down her 
gently rounded tummy and began to play with her clit and to finger around 
the coupling of cunt-slot and cock-head. 

Then she began to sink down. 

Donna gaped in wonderment as her daddy's thick, heavily veined cock-shaft 
vanished inch by inch up into her mom's foaming fuck-hole. 

Jeanne slid down his cock-lance like a firefighter descending the pole to 
rush to a blaze-- and her cunt was blazing as much as any inferno. 

She fucked down to the hilt of his prick and squatted there, hunkered down 
on his hard-on. His cock had vanished and his balls ballooned in her crotch. 

Then she began to ride his prick, lifting up on shaking legs and dropping 
back down on the spike of his upthrust fucker. 

His prick emerged, glistening, until the massive prick-head was in her 
fuck-slot, then sank in and disappeared again as she took him balls-deep. 

It was driving Donna crazy. 

She was hungry for her daddy's cock-meat and her mother's creamy cunt. And 
seeing those two delicious snacks in conjunction made the girl so hot that 
her lapper was practically starting to sizzle in her saliva. 

Her kneeling thighs jerked as if they wanted to propel her into the room, 
and her nipples were jutting out as if drawn to the scene. 

The girl yearned to get her face right down in their coupled crotches and 
lick her father's balls, then tongue his prick as it came out all slimy from 
her mother's pussy, running her lapper on up to dance it against her mom's 
clit and dip it into her cunt-slot. 

But she didn't dare to actually do it. 

Donna didn't realize that the attention of her tongue would have been 
welcomed by both of her passionate parents. 

So the teenager could only linger and look and lick her creamy hands as she 
finger-fucked her pussy, working herself into a frenzy of desire. 

Jeanne fucked up and down slowly, then began to ride faster on the saddle of 
his loins. As she pulled up, her pussy-lips distended down his cock-shaft. 
She was damned near fucking her pussy inside out. 

"Ohhhhh--ahhhhh!" she moaned. 

Her clit went off like a detonator and the core of her cunt began to melt, 
running with thick pussy-paste. The flow that was pouring down her husband's 
cock-shaft was getting hotter and thicker and creamier and the tantalizing 
fragrance fuming from her fuck-hole got stronger. 

Her hips jerked from side to side and she whipped her ass against his hard 
belly. 

"Jizz me, Sam! My cunt is creaming--shoot your fuck-juice up me, darling!" 

Sam grunted and humped upward from the chair, bouncing her ass on his belly. 

His prick hissed in hard. 

He cried out in rapture as his balls exploded and his jizz shot into her 
pussy in gooey geysers. 

As his prick stuffed her pussy, a blend of cunt-cum and cock-cream gushed 
from her pussy. 

Donna whimpered as she saw the juice of their simultaneous cumming, drooling 
for both her father's fuck-juice and her mom's cunt-cum with an equal raging 
lust. 

Jeanne rode away, fucking herself and milking Sam's balls to the dregs. He 
slumped back. She slid up and down on his fucker a few more times, making 
sure that his balls were drained dry. 

Then she settled down to the root of his prick and lay back, her head on his 
shoulder, a dreamy smile brightening her satisfied face. 

His cock began to soften and came snaking out of her cunt, still fat 
although he had lost his hard-on. The bulging cock-knob popped out. His 
cock-shaft swung around like a rubber hose, dripping with fuck-slime. 

That meaty coil looked so mouth-watering, coated from Mom's cunt, that Donna 
thought her tongue was going to melt at the sight. 

Her mother's cunt was still wide open and spilling out rivers of cum. Oh, 
how Donna longed to clamp her mouth to that suckable pussy and suck her 
mother off! 

Donna stayed by the door for a few moments longer and then, realizing that 
the performance had ended, she slipped silently away and hurried upstairs. 

In her bedroom, she stripped naked and slid under the sheets. 

She began to finger-fuck herself silly. 

But it was a feeble pleasure derived from her own hands. 

Donna wished that she had someone there to do the job for her. 

She was soon to get her wish... 

Sam's formidable prick was still semi-stiff and he could have easily managed 
another hard- on, but Jeanne figured they didn't have time to fuck or suck 
again. 

She knew that it would be terribly frustrating to begin, and then have to 
stop before they had creamed, because one of the kids had come home. 

She got off her husband's lap and began to dress. 

Seeing that the fuck-session was over, Sam stretched and grinned and 
announced he was going to bed, giving her a glance of significance. 

"I'll be up soon, darling," she assured him. "But I want to wait downstairs 
until Carl gets home, okay? I don't want him to think that we sent him over 
to Maggie's just so we could jump straight into bed." 

Sam shrugged. With his balls milked off in her mouth and her cunt, he was no 
longer desperate and didn't mind waiting for her to join him later. 

He gathered his clothing up but, since he was going to retire, anyhow, he 
saw no reason on earth why he should get dressed. 

With his clothing under his arm, Sam went on upstairs, naked. 

So Jeanne was waiting downstairs for her son to return. 

But Carl was not going to be back for quite a while. 

And Sam was on his way upstairs... 

Where their daughter was already in her bed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Donna was sobbing with frustration as she frigged away on her fuck-hole and 
realized that she wasn't able to get enough satisfaction from her own hands. 

Passing her door, her father heard her sob. 

Oh, shit, he thought. Donna must be home. I hope she didn't hear us fucking. 

Then he wondered: Why is she sobbing? 

He had a parental duty to see what had disturbed his sweet little daughter 
and, forget ting that he was naked and that his huge prick was still in a 
semi-stiff state and glistening with slime from his wife's creamy cunt, he 
opened the door and went in. 

Donna stopped finger-fucking herself and gaped at him as he approached the 
bed. 

Sam sat on the edge. 

"Is something wrong, honey?" he asked solicitously. "I heard you crying." 

Donna couldn't help but gaze at his cock and balls, but she kept her 
eyelashes lowered and her daddy didn't seem to realize where she was 
looking. 

The girl didn't dare tell him that she had been watching him fuck and suck 
with Mom. But she knew she had to explain her sobbing somehow. 

She decided to tell Daddy about her date. 

Talking about that, to her handsome father, was going to give her a kinky 
kick, she knew. 

"Oh, Daddy--that awful Ricky Jones took me to the dance, then he left with 
another girl, on account of I wouldn't let him fuck me." 

"Poor baby," Sam consoled her. 

"I--I let him suck my tits and play with my pussy--and then the dirty pig 
jerked himself off all over my face and tits and left me." 

"The rat!" Sam snarled. 

His cock was beginning to swell and his balls were getting full of cum 
again. 

Donna was inhaling the sweet, cloying fragrance of cock-meat and cum and 
cunt-juice. 

The girl's inhibitions melted away in the heat of her unwholesome desire. 

"See, Daddy?" she said shyly--and she pulled the sheet down to show him her 
tits. 

His Adam's apple jumped up his throat as he stared down and saw that his 
daughter's nubile tits were filmed with a coating of cock-cream. 

His prick came up like a crowbar. 

"And he creamed in my face, too--right on my mouth, even," Donna whimpered. 

Sam gave the girl a searching look. 

"And it made me so horny, Daddy," she sighed. "I was playing with myself, 
but it wasn't any good. I guess I'm too hot for a hand-job." 

Donna returned her father's gaze speculatively, squirming around and 
thrusting her tits up invitingly. 

Sam's jaw muscles tightened and his eyes glinted. He knew that what he was 
feeling was wrong, but he could not resist. 

Lowering his head, Sam began to suck his little girl's swollen tit-tips. 

She stroked his head, moaning and sighing, as his lips moved from tit to 
tit. 

Is this really happening? she asked herself. Did I fall asleep while I was 
finger-fucking myself? Is this all a wonderful dream? 

His mouth slurped and her nipples hardened in his loving lips. Flashes of 
lust raced through the teenager's body and welled up in her loins. 

She pulled the sheet lower and, taking her father's hand, drew it down to 
her groin. He began to feel her pussy while he nursed on her tits. 

"Make me cum, Daddy!" she begged. 

He tilted his wrist and gently slipped three fingers up into her sodden 
fuck-hole. As he pushed them in and pulled them out, he whipped the edge of 
his thumb back and forth against her clit. 

"Sweet baby," he murmured. "Daddy will make you feel good, darling." 

"Oh, it does--it feels so good, Daddy!" 

His fingers sank in knuckles-deep and he flashed his thumb on her clit. His 
head shifted back and forth, mouthing each nipple in turn. 

Knowing it was naughty to finger-fuck his little girl only added to the 
thrill of it. Sam was trembling violently as he sucked tit and fingered her 
pussy. 

Her ass churned and her hips pumped as she drove her pelvis in a screwing 
motion on his hand and wriggled her tits in his face. 

Her nipples surged and her clit echoed the swelling as she soared toward the 
crest. 

"Cum, baby--cream off!" he urged her. 

His mouth felt so wonderful on her tit-tips that Donna just knew it would be 
magic on her clit. 

"Daddy--Daddy, will you put your mouth on my pussy while I cream?" she 
pleaded. 

His muscular body jerked at her words. 

He already had his mouth on her tits, and putting it on her cunt would only 
be a little bit naughtier, he reasoned. He moved down, licking her slim 
tummy. 

She hiked her ass up, her thighs jerking wide apart, her pussy tilting up. 

Her father stared at that sweet cherry fuck- slot hungrily. The delicate 
pink pussy-lips were unfolded and cunt-juice was spilling lavishly from her 
slot. Her clit was as swollen as her tit- tips--and even more 
mouth-watering. 

His tongue slid out and danced against her flaring clit. He slurped into her 
creamy cunt- slit, then sucked her clit into his lips. 

She began to cream instantly. 

Sam was panting into her pussy, driven wild by the sweet succulence of her 
virgin pussy, the perfumed aroma that was wafting into his face. 

"Cum, baby--cum, cum, cum! Cum for Daddy!" he gasped into her gooey gash. 

"Eat me, Daddy!" she wailed. 

Her hand crept out and she curled her fingers around his iron-hard prick. It 
throbbed savagely. 

She started to stroke up and down, thinking that she would jack him off. 

But then her hand slowed--and stopped, gripping his cock by the hilt. 

She had already missed out on one mouthful tonight, and she was hot for 
cock-meat and her father was tongue-fucking her--and it seemed only right 
that Donna should give him a blow- job in return. 

Fair was fair. 

And it was what they both needed, too. 

She held his prick by the root, squeezing the firm fucker but not pumping, 
as he finished her off with his flashing tongue and slurping lips. 

Her girl-cum flooded into his mouth and Sam gulped that cherry slime down 
with glee. 

"Ummm! Keep cummin', darlin'--let Daddy drink all of your honey," he 
groaned. 

Her thighs closed around his head, then flew open wide again as he burrowed 
in her pussy, sucking so that she thought her eyeballs would cave in. 

She juiced again and again before, finally drained, she sank back on the bed 
with a happy sigh. 

He scooped up the last gooey drops with the ladle of his lapper, then raised 
his head out of her groin. His lips were creamy and cunt-cum dripped from 
his jaw. 

"Was that nice, baby?" he murmured. 

"Oh, Daddy, it was heavenly." 

He looked closely at her, wondering if she might feel any remorse or 
misgivings, now that her cunt was no longer so hot. 

But she was smiling blissfully. 

"Your pussy is so delicious, darling. I'll suck you off whenever you want," 
he promised. 

"I'll want it a lot," she purred. 

"The more, the merrier." 

"Your cock is so big and hard now, Daddy. Shall I make you cum, now?" 

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Jack me off!" he enthused. 

She was still his innocent young daughter. Sam didn't think that Donna would 
be willing to do any more than give him a hand-job. 

It would have satisfied him, too. 

But it sure wouldn't satisfy that cock-hungry teenager to milk his meat by 
hand! 

She skimmed her hand up and down on his prick, holding her grip loose so 
that her palm and encircling fingers barely brushed the prick- stalk. 

Then she tightened her grip and frigged harder, skinning his cock-knob out 
in a flaring purple slab. Pre-cum began to ooze from his piss-hole. 

She levered the hard cock-shaft down and rubbed his cock-knob against her 
tits. His cock- lube gushed out on her tit-mounds and nipples. Her father's 
prick-slime was hotter and thicker than Ricky's had been. 

Then she drew her hand away. 

Sam stared at her in distress, thinking that she had changed her mind. 

But he needn't have worried about that... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Donna lay back and tipped her face up. Her eyes were gleaming and her mouth 
was open. 

"Fuck my face, Daddy," she panted. 

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that maybe they were going too far. 

"It's okay, Daddy. My mouth isn't cherry," Donna huskily whispered, sliding 
her tongue out. 

If his lovely little daughter had sucked other pricks, Sam was not about to 
deny her his. A daddy had a duty to feed his hungry child, after all... 

He knelt over her, his hard ass cushioned on her plump tits and his big 
fucker looming in her face. He gazed down in awe, seeing his cock thrust out 
to those sweet lips, finding the sight as thrilling as the sensation. 

Donna licked his prick. 

"Oooooh!" she sighed, as the delectable flavor of the cock-meat and pre-cum 
made her taste buds tingle and her mouth drool. 

A mouthful of prick was always a treat. 

But to suck her own father's huge prick was the stuff of dreams to the 
cock-hungry teenager. 

She lapped voraciously on his cock-head and dipped her tongue into his 
parted piss-hole to gather the cock-lube as it slimed out. 

She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock-shaft, where the 
fat vein was pounding, licking his hairy balls at the base and his cock-knob 
at the top. 

Then she formed a fuck-hole of her sweet lips. 

"Use my mouth for a cunt, Daddy!" she panted. "Fuck my face like a pussy!" 

Sam hiked his ass up so that his hard-on was aimed at her salivating lips. 
He nudged in and moaned as his little girl's wet mouth engulfed his 
prick-knob. 

He held her face between his hands and began to feed the cock-meat to her 
with steady strokes. His long fucker sank in and his cock-head pushed down 
her throat. 

Donna gagged as her daddy's cock choked her, but she took it all gladly, 
deep-throating him. His cock vanished in her mouth and his balls came 
rolling solidly up to bump against her pursed lips. 

She brought her hands up, cupping his cum- laden balls in one and encircling 
his hips with the other. She began to nudge a finger into his asshole. 

Sam jerked spasmodically. 

As her finger probed up his asshole, it felt as if she were rubbing the root 
of his hard-on inside his groin. He slogged away faster, the cock-meat 
hissing in. 

Sam was happy that he had already emptied his balls into her mother 
twice--because that meant he could last longer as he fucked his daughter's 
cute face. 

Her head turned and she took his cock-head into her cheek in bulging 
outline. Then she ducked straight down and swallowed his prick down her 
gullet again. 

Cock-lube was pumping out so lavishly that Donna had already swallowed as 
much spunk as the average guy fed her when he got his rocks off. 

And that treat was still ahead of her. 

She gulped as his fiery cock-head jammed into her throat. Then she purred as 
he whipped back out and she nursed through every precious, sliding inch of 
his cock-lance and collared his cock-knob again. 

Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and blew out as she exhaled on his 
prick, as if she were blowing his balls up by that meaty valve. 

He was fucking his cock so far down her throat that she figured she wouldn't 
even need to swallow when he creamed. He would be spilling the sweet slime 
straight into her belly to begin with. 

Sam was trying to hold his cumming back, loving this face-fucking with his 
little girl so much that he wanted to make it last for ages. 

But Donna was starved for his cum. 

"Feed me your fuck-juice, Daddy!" she panted, as his prick-knob pulled into 
her lips. 

Then she gagged, as he fucked in. 

He whipped it back out and she wailed: "I'm hot to drink your jizz! Cum in 
my mouth, Daddy!" 

Her wanton words added to the wonderful feeling of her voracious maw. Sam 
could not restrain himself as he pumped his prick to her vigorously. 

"Gonna shoot, baby!" he gasped. 

"Oooooh! Whitewash my fucking throat, Daddy! Fill my mouth with spunk!" 

His ass bounded off her tits and his prick sank all the way down her gullet 
as the horny man surged to the heights in a vibrant frenzy. 

"Swallow it, honey!" he croaked. 

Donna sputtered as his cock expanded and bucked. 

Then his jizz was pouring down her throat. 

The first spurt went right on down so that the hungry cock-sucker didn't 
even taste it, although she felt the hot, slimy flood. 

Then he shot again on the backstroke and this creamy dose skimmed over her 
tongue, driving her wild. She sucked and swallowed, gulped and gurgled and 
gargled as he kept squirting the fuck-goo to her. 

She was drinking her daddy's jizz! 

The dark knowledge of oral incest was exciting Donna as much as the 
succulence of his cum. His gamy cock-meat rammed in and bucked and more 
sweet jism splashed on her tongue, hosed the roof of her mouth, swirled 
through her drawn-in cheeks. 

Her mouth was milking his prick like a suction cup and her tongue was 
dancing on his cock-head as the cum-loving teenager drained her daddy dry. 

Sam began to falter, missing a stroke and losing the beat as his balls went 
slack. 

Donna kept on sucking and bobbing her head up and down, pulling out the 
precious stuff to the last nourishing drop. 

Her belly was already flooded full of fuck- juice, but the greedy little 
minx was still greedy for more. 

Even before she had finished emptying her daddy's cock and balls this first 
time, Donna was looking forward to sucking him off again-- and again. 

Her father's sentiments were naturally the same. 

At last, his prick began to sag and turn rubbery in Donna's adoring maw. 

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and, sucking on his 
cock-head, squeezed and pulled her fist up, milking the last drop of cum 
from his prick. 

Then she took her lips from him and, rooting around, used her tongue to 
spoon up the stray cum-drops that had spilled down his cock- shaft and onto 
his balls. 

When she had licked up every glob, the saucy teenager lay back and opened 
her mouth wide so that, gaping down, Sam could see his jizz filming her pink 
tongue. She swallowed with her mouth open and he groaned as he saw his cum 
slide down his daughter's throat. 

He slid down on the bed beside her and they embraced, kissing and cuddling. 
Her tongue probed into his mouth and he could taste his own jizz. His cock 
and balls were pressed to her tummy and that formidable fucker began to 
respond, swelling yet again. 

They both had the same thought. 

Should they suck each other off again? Or was it time for Daddy to take his 
daughter's cherry? 

They gazed into each other's eyes and knew that they shared the same idea. 

And, either way, Sam was damned glad that his wife had stayed downstairs to 
wait for their son. 

But she would have a long wait, if she waited, because Carl was having some 
fun of his own... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Carl couldn't help but gawk when his sexy Aunt Margie opened her apartment 
door, wearing only her sheer, semi-transparent nightie. 

She took the book and asked the boy if he wanted a glass of beer. 

Carl didn't give a shit about the beer, but he leaped at an excuse to 
linger. He flopped down on the couch, acutely aware of the massively 
swelling cock-bulge in the front of his tight jeans. 

Maggie came back with a foaming glass, handed it to the youth, then sat down 
beside him. 

"I hope that you don't tell your mother that I let you drink beer," she 
said. 

"Naw," he muttered. 

"She might not like it." 

Carl was sipping at the foaming head of the beer, trying to look 
sophisticated and failing. 

"Of course, if you can keep a secret, we could have lots of fun together, 
Carl," Maggie went on. 

Carl didn't understand at all. The naive young man wondered if maybe his 
luscious aunt was going to offer him a whisky or a cigar or something 
naughty like that. 

"Sure, I can keep a secret," he assured her. 

She gave him a bewitching smile, dazzling the young man. She was leaning 
close to him, and he could smell her flowery perfume and the muskier aroma 
of her hot cunt. 

Then she opened the front of her gown and showed him her spectacular tits. 

Carl almost fainted. 

"You can look at my tits, you naughty boy. 

I'll let you touch them, if you want to, long as you promise never to tell 
anyone." 

His mouth moved but no sound came out. His prick jumped in his jeans as if 
volunteering a reply in lieu of his lips. 

Maggie arched her back and shoved her big tits out toward her young nephew. 

Her nipples were standing out like little rosy rockets waiting to blast off. 

"Feel my tits, Carl," she purred. 

He reached out. His fingertips brushed her tit and he yanked his hand back 
as if he'd burned it. He looked into her eyes, wondering if she was serious. 
Her face was a mask of depraved longing and, incredibly, Carl realized that 
he was going to get to feel his aunt up--at least. 

"Come on, Carl--play with me," she urged. 

Carl put the beer glass down on the floor and reached out again, with both 
hands this time, cupping a fat tit in each palm. He massaged the firm 
tit-globes and his thumbs and fingers drew up to pluck at the swollen 
nipples. 

"Ummmm! Your hands feel nice, you sweet boy--feel Aunt Maggie up good." 

She thrust her tits out and wriggled. She placed one long-nailed hand behind 
his neck and drew his face down. The boy began to suck her nipples with joy. 

She opened her nightie all the way down. 

"Don't you want to feel my hot cunt, too, Carl?" she whispered in his ear. 

He slid a hand up her slim, curvy thigh and cupped her swampy pussy. Juice 
bubbled into his palm and her clit flared and trembled violently. 

"Ummmm! We can have so much fun together, Carl--lots and lots of naughty 
fun!" 

Carl had felt girls up before and even finger- fucked a few, but he had 
never been as thrilled as he was now, as he felt and fondled his lovely 
aunt. 

The fact that she was his mother's sister embellished the pleasure of it, 
adding the dark charm of incest. 

Sucking on her tit-peaks, he pulled on her clit and slid his fingers into 
her creamy cunt-slit. Aunt Maggie was beginning to pant with lust. 

He wondered if she was going to touch him, too. 

But he needn't have worried. His aunt was as horny for him as he was for 
her. 

She heaved her haunches up, her legs parting. 

"Does my cunt look yummy, baby?" she whispered. "Don't you want to taste 
it?" 

Carl gasped on a mouthful of fat tit, afraid to move, terrified he might 
break the spell. Aunt Maggie gently coaxed his head down and jerked her cunt 
up to meet him. He buried his face in her perfumed pussy and his lapper sank 
into her sodden fuck-hole as deep as it would go. 

"Ahhhh! Eat me out, baby! Tongue-fuck Aunt Maggie to a fucking foam!" she 
moaned. 

The boy was French kissing her cunt like a bearded mouth, sucking on the 
hairy rim as he fucked his tongue in and out of her cunt-hole. 

Carl had never tasted anything as scrumptious as Aunt Maggie's pussy, nor 
smelled anything as tantalizing as that aromatic fuck-hole. 

He wondered if he was doing it right. 

Then he knew that he was, because the older woman began to shudder and 
whimper and her fuck-hole started to melt in his eager maw, spilling over 
with cunt-cum. 

He was making Aunt Maggie cream! 

He finished her off, relishing every spasm and every drop, but even as he 
drank her cum he was wondering if she might lose interest in him, once she 
had gotten her rocks off in his mouth. 

But Maggie never lost interest in men, especially horny teenaged boys. And 
one cumming was never enough for the insatiable lady. Creaming off only made 
Maggie eager to cum again... and again. 

She mopped her cunt-muff all over her nephew's eager face as the dregs 
spilled out. The boy was coated with incest-oil from his chin to his 
forehead. 

He looked up hopefully from the tops of his eyes. 

Aunt Maggie didn't have the heart to leave the boy in doubt for even a 
moment. She loved to flirt, but she never played the cock-teaser. 

She reached down to open his fly. 

Carl dove on her cunt for a last suck as his lewd aunt pulled his jeans into 
an open vee. 

His prick jolted out like a shock absorber and his balls rolled free, 
inflated with jizz. 

"Oh! Oh, my!" she exclaimed. 

This was even better than she had planned on. 

Desire surged through her anew. Seducing her teenaged nephew had been a 
fascinating prospect, but now that she saw that the boy had a gigantic cock 
and a set of huge balls, it was even more thrilling. 

And because he was a youth, she knew there would be the bonus of 
potency--that in his teenaged virility, Carl would be able to cum again and 
again. 

She felt his balls and stroked his prick and wondered where to take his 
first cum-load. Her cunt was still randy, her mouth was hungry and even her 
tight little asshole was twitching for some cock-meat and cum. 

She decided to fuck him to begin with. 

She figured that his prick would taste wonderful after he had shot off in 
her creaming cunt, the flavor of cock-meat spiced by cunt-nectar. 

She drew his head out of her crotch. 

"Wanna fuck me, Carl?" she purred. 

"Oh, yeah, Aunt Maggie!" he enthused. 

She slipped out of her nightie, which had been slung back over her 
shoulders, anyhow, and her nephew hopped up to drop his jeans and whip his 
shirt off. 

He wanted to be naked for this first fuck with his gorgeous aunt. 

She pushed back along the couch, and Carl was going to hop aboard 
immediately. But his lascivious aunt wanted the boy to know that he had 
plenty of treats in store for him. 

Grabbing his hard-on, she drew it up to her face and fucked the cock-head 
into her mouth. Carl shuddered as that magic maw worked on his prick. 

She batted her silken eyelashes as she gazed up at his face, his cock half 
buried in her mouth. 

She sucked for a moment but then, afraid he might shoot off 
unexpectedly--and having made up her mind she wanted to take his first load 
of cherry jism in her cunt--she pulled her lips from his slimy prick-knob. 

"Ummmmm! We can have all kinds of fun, Carl," she sighed. "You can cum in my 
mouth and I'll swallow it. My cunt will suck your prick just like a mouth, 
and you can fuck my mouth like a cunt." 

He looked so enthusiastic that Maggie would have laughed, had she not been 
too hot to feel any other emotion for the moment. Her cunt was steaming and 
her mouth was salivating voraciously, one end of this lustful lady as hot 
and hungry as the other. 

She rubbed her nose against his swollen cock- head, then brushed it over her 
chin and cheeks. She levered it down and rubbed the cock-knob onto her tits, 
over the nipples and then into the cleavage. 

His hard-on was so taut that it was almost humming like a battery-powered 
vibrator. It felt as if she were using a sex toy on her tits, and she 
squirmed against his prick. 

Carl humped, fucking through the smooth, soft cleft between Aunt Maggie's 
tit-mounds. His cock-head slid up to the woman's throat, spilling out 
pre-cum in a spunky wake, as his balls rolled up her elegant belly. 

She turned her face down and licked his cock- knob as it squeezed from her 
tit-tunnel. 

She didn't dare to take that tasty hunk of cock-meat into her mouth again, 
however. Now that she had decided to let him fuck her cunt before she sucked 
him off, she avoided the temptation. 

Maggie knew herself well and knew that once she began to suck on the young 
boy's delicious cock again, she would be unable to cease until she had 
milked out her creamy reward and swallowed every blessed drop of his 
cum-load. 

She gently tugged his prick out of her tit-cleft and urged him down. Carl 
dragged his hard-on down her belly. The prick-knob lay on her cunt-mound. 

Prick-paste oozed from his piss-hole and creamed into her silken cunt-bush. 
His cock- head was very hot, laid on her vee like a branding iron. 

Aunt Maggie heaved her ass up and opened her groin wide, her supple body 
bridged under him. 

Carl pulled his prick down from her hairy cunt-bush and slid the cock-head 
into her cunt- gash. It ballooned and her hot clit pulsed against the slab. 

He stared up at her, trembling, as if asking her permission to shove his 
prick up her foaming fuck-hole. 

"Fuck me, darling!" she urged him. "Fuck me hard--fuck me good--fill Aunt 
Maggie's hot cunt and fuck my ass off, Carl!" 

The teenager began to work his fucker up her seething cunt. Inch by inch, 
his cock sank in and he stared down, watching his cock-lance disappear into 
his aunt's pussy in a sort of stunned disbelief. 

She jammed down to meet him, and the last of his long prick vanished. His 
cock was buried balls-deep up his Aunt Maggie's fuck-hole. She purred with 
pleasure as his cock-head flared in the core of her cunt and the hard 
cock-shaft worked like a lever up the creamy chute. 

They held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the sensation of 
being fully united. 

Aunt Maggie began to fuck first. 

She pulled her pussy halfway up his prick- stalk, then shoved down and 
stuffed her pussy full again. She repeated the stroke, her slim, curvaceous 
body undulating as she fucked onto his prick. 

Carl fell into the rhythm with her. 

His hard, muscular young ass corkscrewed as he fucked his cock up her cunt 
and his balls swung out like the dewlap of a rutting moose, whacking her 
ass. 

"Ahhhhhhh! Pump it to my pussy! Fuck me silly, Carl--screw my cunt to 
jelly!" she moaned. 

Aunt Maggie was in horny heaven! 

Carl's cock was larger and harder than most, and the fact that it was 
incest-meat and that it was nephew-nectar dribbling out magnified the thrill 
of the action. 

As did the fact that Carl was fucking his mother's sister and her pussy was 
paradise on his prick. 

He fucked faster and harder. 

Aunt Maggie, knowing how virile and potent and vibrant a teenaged boy was, 
knew she didn't have to worry about a premature cumming-- because young Carl 
would certainly be able to cum again and again. 

He dipped down to feed her a long, rippling, underslung fuck-stroke, running 
the full length of his long cock across her fiery clit, as she hiked her 
haunches up and angled her pussy to his meaty fucker. 

Then he heaved upward and drove down as if he were trying to fuck her right 
through the couch. 

Each time his fat plunger plugged her pussy- slot, it pumped out a wash of 
cunt-juice. Aunt Maggie's crotch was lathered with fuck-foam and streams of 
the stuff ran down her trembling thighs. A gooey ribbon of cunt-juice seeped 
into the crack of her ass. 

She started to orgasm. 

"Jizz me, baby! Hose my cunt!" she wailed, yearning to feel her sister's 
son's cum pouring into her pussy before she let herself peak out. 

She threw her legs around him, thighs clamping, knees hooked, riding him 
from below in a wanton horizontal waltz. 

Carl began to shudder and wail as he surged toward the crest. 

"Shoot, darling---spunk me!" 

Carl growled like a dog and slammed in as his swollen cum-bags erupted 
volcanically. The jism came spurting up through his cock-stalk and jizz-jets 
splashed into her cunt-hole, so powerfully that it felt like a burst of 
buckshot squirting into her pussy. 

Aunt Maggie let herself go, wailing as her orgasm peaked and her fuck-hole 
melted. 

Aunt and nephew, working in perfect harmony, fucked each other through the 
spurts and the spasms. 

The boy began to slow down finally, panting, grinding to a halt. His balls 
were drained. 

But his precious prick was still as hard as if he hadn't shot his cum-load 
for a week, and Aunt Maggie knew she had plenty of pleasure yet to come. 

It was going to be no hardship at all to keep her nephew occupied and give 
her sister lots of time for some Friday night fucking. 

But that fucking happened to be finished. 

And Jeanne was starting to wonder where her son was... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Obviously, her sister was detaining the boy as long as possible, Jeanne 
figured. 

But she wished that she had known how long it would be. She and Sam would 
have had lots of time for another fuck or suck, if she'd only known it. Now, 
she was getting horny again and eager to go up to bed for more marital 
fucking. 

She was thinking that maybe she should telephone Maggie to let her know that 
it was all right to send Carl back home now. Once Carl and Donna, who should 
be coming home from the dance fairly soon, she supposed--never dreaming that 
the girl was already home and in her bed with her father--were both safely 
in their beds for the night, she could join Sam for more fucking. 

She guessed that she would wait five more minutes before she made the phone 
call. 

And five minutes was a long time, for a hot aunt to dally with her sexy 
nephew... 

Carl, very much aware that Aunt Maggie had promised him a blow-job as well 
as a fuck, slowly tugged his cum-slimed cock out of her cunt. 

Aunt Maggie slipped down on the floor, kneeling over his lap and licking her 
Ups. Now that his prick had been basted in her pussy, it looked even more 
scrumptious, and the fumes rising from his glistening prick were making her 
drool. 

She began to suck his balls. 

Those potent young balls instantly started to swell up again. Drop by drop, 
his virile spermaries seeped more jizz into his balls as his naughty aunt 
licked his balls. 

She licked up and down his towering cock- shaft and flutter-kissed the 
underside of his cock-knob. Turning her lovely face, she fluted her mouth up 
and down the underside of his prick as if playing a mouth organ. 

She rubbed her nose against the snout of his slimy cock, snuffling and 
sniffing the gamy aroma and whipped her lapper on the oozing piss-hole. 

"Yummy--ummmmm!" she purred, tasting his pre-cum and whetting her appetite 
for the full load of tasty cum that was bloating his balls. 

She worked back down and groveled in his groin, nuzzling in under his balls. 
Carl hiked up and his aunt's nimble lapper flashed into the crack of his 
ass. 

He drew one knee up and hiked a haunch up from the couch. Aunt Maggie licked 
up his ass- crack and her tongue danced in his asshole, tasting that 
puckered bud as a sort of hors d'oeuvre before she returned to the main 
course of his cock-meat and the dessert of his creamy jizz. 

It felt great to the boy to have her rimming out his tingling ass-ring. But 
Carl was getting set to shoot off again, and the boy knew that it would 
disappoint them both were he to cream before his cock was in her mouth. 

He dropped his hip back down and jerked his prick up to her willing face 
again. 

"Suck it, Aunt Maggie! Suck me off and swallow my jizz!" the youth urged, 
trembling in an exquisite torment as the need to empty his balls got fierce. 

Maggie dove on his fucker, sucking the cock- knob into her lips and nursing 
hungrily. Her head turned as she twisted her Ups around, screwing her mouth 
down on his big prick. 

Then she started to move her head up and down, stuffing more prick in, 
giving the boy the traditional blow-job action that would soon have him 
squirting off. 

"Yeah! Suck it, Aunt Maggie! Suck that prick! Oh, shit! Your mouth is like 
magic!" Carl wailed. 

He pumped away, grinding up and down, fucking her radiant face furiously. 

Then the telephone rang... 

The phone was on a table at the end of the couch, and it startled them as it 
jangled. 

Maggie wasn't going to answer it. 

Sucking on sweet cock-meat and about ready to drink a dose of jizz, the lady 
was in no mood for an interruption. Her head kept on bobbing and ducking. 

But the phone kept on ringing. 

It was distracting. Maggie figured it would be better to answer it and 
dismiss the caller quickly, so she could carry on cock-sucking without the 
irritant of that ringing to bother them. 

Then, too, it dawned on her that it might be some horny man. She knew that 
she couldn't very well keep Carl there all night and figured it might be 
handy to have a back-up lover invited over for later, knowing that she was 
going to be horny after Carl had to leave, no matter how many times she 
creamed off on his cock or tongue. 

An incestuous encounter was certain to leave her in an insatiable mood. 

With Carl's cock-head still in her lips, she groped out and brought the 
phone to her ear. 

"Maggie?" It was her sister's voice. 

"Muphhhhh!" Maggie sputtered. 

There was a puzzled pause, then: "Sis? Is that you? I can't hear you." 

It brought a delicious twinge of shame and guilt to Maggie, to have her 
sister on the telephone while she had the woman's son fucking her face. 

"Um-hum... umphhhffff! Yes!" she gurgled. 

With the receiver held to her ear, she could hear Jeanne clearly. But with 
Carl's cock held in her lips, Maggie knew that she was being incoherent. 

Although she dearly hated to relinquish that succulent mouthful, she figured 
it was wise to do so, and she pulled her mouth off his cock-head. 

She held the boy's bulging cock-knob to her open lips, her tongue laid 
against the flaring underside. 

"It's your mother," she whispered to Carl. 

Carl gasped at the knowledge that his mom was on the phone while his aunt 
was blowing him. It seemed to strengthen the sordid depravity of the 
incestuous situation. 

"Yes, it's me, Sis," she rasped into the phone. 

"You sounded funny, Maggie--like you were talking with your mouth full." 

Maggie had to giggle. 

"Anyhow, I just wanted to let you know that Sam and I are finished fucking 
and--" Carl heard those words clearly. 

Maggie was about to speak, her lips shifting on the glossy tip of his prick. 

Just then, Carl creamed! 

Splash--slurp--glugggg! 

The sounds that Jeanne knew well and fondly came to her over the telephone. 

Holy shit! Is my sister sucking my son off? 

"Sis--what the hell?" she asked. 

But Maggie could not answer. The instant that her young nephew began to cum, 
the cock- hungry woman lost her senses and abandoned herself to the joy of 
drinking the jizz from his pounding prick. 

Her mouth slid down over his cock again and she sucked in cum-drinker's 
rapture. She wanted nothing to disturb this feast, and she reached out and 
dropped the phone back into its cradle. 

Then she carried on, sucking every precious drop of cum out of Carl's cock 
in ecstasy. 

Carl humped up, feeding her the cock-meat and the cum, hosing her hot mouth 
time and again. Her head dove down and she took his prick in to the hairy 
hilt. Jizz hosed her throat, then bathed her tongue as she jerked back up 
and took a spurt with only his cock-knob in her lips. 

Carl's cock was a creaming cornucopia, feeding her with endless spurts. His 
cum was hot and thick and sweet--and all the more wonderful because it was 
the forbidden fruit of incest, her sister's son's cock-cream. 

Cum poured out like manna from a horny heaven, and Maggie drank it with 
glee. 

At last the youth sank back, shuddering and moaning, feeling as if she'd 
sucked his brains out. Aunt Maggie kept on bobbing her head on his prick, 
making sure he was empty, still greedy for more of his jism. 

When she was certain that the boy was done creaming off, she swallowed all 
of his prick into her maw and held it there, nibbling at the root. 

She expected the phone to ring again. 

Her sister must have assumed that they had gotten a bad line or had been 
disconnected and would be phoning again. Maggie would have to make up some 
lie to explain the creamy cum- gulping her sister had overheard. 

But the phone didn't ring again, after all... 

* * * 

Jeanne stared at the phone, and her face was filled with wonderment and 
passion. 

She had heard the jizz squirt out, heard cock- meat hiss through lips, heard 
her sister gulping and sputtering as she swallowed cum and, in the 
background, heard her son groaning and panting and whimpering. 

Jeanne was in no doubt. 

Her sister had actually sucked off her son! 

She looked stunned for a while, and then she began to grin wickedly. 

She wasn't angry and she wasn't scandalized. 

If anything, she was jealous! 

Jeanne Miller had many times stolen a furtive look at her virile young son's 
cock-bulge and thought about how lovely it would be to suck him off and 
drink his cum. 

She had never done anything about her lustful desires, figuring that incest 
was wicked, but she had enjoyed many a fantasy about blowing the boy. 

Now, having discovered that her sibling was giving Carl a blow-job, at 
least--and, if she knew Maggie, she was probably fucking him and taking his 
cock up the ass, as well--Jeanne became an inferno of raging desire. 

There was no longer any need at all to wait downstairs for Carl, and she was 
eager to join her husband in bed and fuck herself silly on his cock while 
she thought lurid thoughts about their son. 

And so Jeanne did not phone back. 

Instead, with her tongue tingling and her cunt steaming, she went on 
upstairs, horny for her husband's cock--and intending to make believe that 
it was her son's cock. 

But, to her surprise, Sam was not in their bed. 

She looked in the bathroom and he was not there, either. 

Where in hell had he gone? 

She soon found out... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Standing in the hall, puzzled, Jeanne heard a sound from her daughter's 
room. 

She didn't know that Donna was home from the dance yet and could only assume 
that her husband must be in the girl's bedroom. 

But why? 

Exciting possibilities dawned on her. 

Did Sam like to he on their little girl's bed and entertain incestuous ideas 
while he stroked his prick? Did he like to sniff the teenager's dirty 
panties, maybe, or jack off in her bra? 

Since Jeanne had been having all sorts of hot incestuous urges for their 
son, she could hardly blame her husband if he was horny for their nubile 
daughter. 

It made Jeanne even more aroused. 

She figured that it would be a real kinky thrill to peek in and catch Sam 
beating his meat into their daughter's underwear or cumming on her sheets, 
so that the innocent girl would soon be sleeping in his spilled spunk. 

She figured she would spy for a few minutes, then join him before he shot 
his cum-load, confessing that she shared his incestuous fantasies. 

She moved silently down the hall. 

Donna's door was not fully closed, for Sam, not realizing they were going to 
be doing anything naughty, had not bothered to shut it. 

And as Jeanne approached, she was suddenly startled to hear Donna's voice. 

The fact in itself wasn't so surprising, since it was the girl's own room 
and she could have gotten home without telling them she had returned. 

It was the young girl's words that so greatly startled her mother when she 
overheard them. 

"Let me suck you some more, Daddy--" Oh, my God! thought Jeanne. Her husband 
and daughter were having oral sex! 

Jeanne was astounded--but she wasn't at all unhappy about it. The woman 
wasn't hurt or angry or disgusted--she was thrilled and envious. 

She sneaked up and peeked in. 

The sight made her tremble and yearn. Jeanne was horny to join them for a 
family threesome. 

But first she thought she would watch for a while, pleasuring her eyes 
before she got involved... 

Sam was lying belly up, his great cock-lance looming up in a meaty tower. 
His prick was glistening with drool and it was evident that it had already 
been in his little girl's mouth--that the teenager had already swallowed a 
load of her father's fuck-juice but was greedy for more. 

Jeanne couldn't blame her. 

Hungry to drink from her son's cock, she could hardly castigate her daughter 
for having the same dark desires for her daddy's cock and cum. 

Donna curled on her slim flank beside her father's pelvis, bending down, 
plump tits jiggling saucily. Twisting her slender torso from the hips, she 
swung her tits back and forth so that the stiff nipples brushed his 
cock-head. 

Then she dove down and took that hot, purple prick-knob into her sensual 
lips, sucking softly. 

Sam bridged up, stuffing his big cock deeper into her lovely face. 

"Turn around, baby," he rasped. 

Donna whimpered on his prick and began to rotate her nubile body. Without 
taking the head of his cock out of her mouth, she spun around as if 
revolving on a prick pivot, reversing her position. 

She shifted one leg across and knelt over her father's upturned face in the 
sixty-nining position. His head came up to meet her pussy and the lithe girl 
ground her groin down onto his eager face. 

They began to eat each other with enthusiasm, savoring inverted oral love. 

Sam's tongue shot up into Donna's cunt and her mouth swallowed down toward 
his balls. 

They pumped together in unison, feasting together like any happy family 
sharing a Thanksgiving banquet. 

Watching this, Jeanne started to frig her cunt and clit automatically. But 
then she whipped her hand away. Why waste a cumming on a hand- job when 
there were so many more interesting ways to get her rocks off? 

Donna and her daddy sucked on each other for a while, and then the girl 
pulled her pussy off his face and began to turn again. 

Sam's ardent lapper kept lashing at the air, spraying out pussy-juice. He 
was hot to eat her out more, but supposed his little girl wanted to finish 
him first, so she could savor his cum without the distraction of having her 
cunt getting tongue-fucked at the same time. 

But then she drew her mouth off his cock and knelt upright beside his flank. 
She threw one knee over and straddled his loins. 

"I wanna sit on your cock, Daddy," she sighed. 

Sam hesitated. 

Sucking with the girl was one thing, but fucking her was another. It was the 
ultimate act of incest, breaking the final taboo. 

And she was still a virgin, besides. 

But the thought of taking his own daughter's cherry aroused him even more. 

"Yeah, baby--sit on my prick and fuck yourself silly!" 

Were they going too far now? 

Should Jeanne, wife and mother, rush in and prevent them from going all the 
way? 

Like hell! 

If her horny husband and nubile daughter were going to fuck, Jeanne was sure 
as shit going to enjoy watching the performance-- while she waited for the 
time that audience participation was called for. 

Sam's rigid fucker loomed up against Donna's slim tummy and she wriggled 
against it like a purring kitten. With his massive balls jammed to her curly 
blonde cunt-bush, his cock- head towered up nearly to her tits. 

She could just imagine what it was going to feel like to have that long, 
thick, throbbing cock-shaft fucked up her creamy cunt-hole. 

She slid up his huge prick-stalk as if she were shimmying up a tree. His wet 
prick-knob slid no down her belly and nestled in her golden vee, then dipped 
back into her groin. 

The nimble teenager balanced on the end of her daddy's prick, swaying 
around, her lovely, trim little ass jerking and her hips shooting out from 
side to side as she poised on his cock-knob. 

Her cunt-slot sucked on his cock-head. 

That fat slab was stirring her creamy bowl to a froth, and pussy nectar was 
pouring down his prick and running over his bloated balls. 

Jeanne breathed in the fragrance of hot cock- meat and steamy pussy and 
drooled. The lustful lady was damned near as hungry for her little girl's 
creamy cunt as she had been for her son's prick and jizz. 

Donna squirmed around and the hard, round cheeks of her ass parted, exposing 
the tiny, puckered bud of her asshole. Her mom drooled over that tart and 
tasty-looking little ass, abandoned to dark desire. 

Then Donna started to push her pussy very slowly down on her daddy's cock. 
His cock- head sank in and her cunt-lips collared his fucker just as her 
mouth had before. Inch by inch, the thick, veined cock-shaft vanished. 

With half of his huge prick stuffed up her pussy, Donna felt her cherry go. 

She paused there, trembling and shuddering, cunt-juice gushing from her 
cock-stuffed cunt in a deluge. Her hips turned, twisting her pussy on his 
prick. 

Then she sank down and took all of her daddy's cock. 

Donna whimpered as she felt her pussy full of hard cock-meat for the first 
time. 

Sam groaned with the joy of having every single inch of his prick enveloped 
in his little girl's clinging cunt-hole. 

They were both in ecstasy. 

And so, too, was a watching wife and mother... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Donna held her father's prick all up her pussy, squatting down on his loins. 
The horny teenager was experiencing a joy she had never known before--and 
experimenting with her own fuck-muscles. 

The first time that Donna had sucked a cock, she had known just how to go 
about it, as if it were a talent inbred in her--and now she discovered that 
she knew instinctively how to fuck, too. 

Her inner cunt-rings rippled and fluttered up her father's cock-shaft from 
root to crown, sucking on the pounding cock-meat like a voracious mouth. 

She squirmed around, winding her cunt-hole on his fucker in a screwing 
movement, adding torque to the suction of her squeezebox pussy. 

Her cunt-sleeve contracted, molding her fuck- tunnel to the contours of his 
cock, clinging and gripping to every precious inch of that incestuous 
insertion. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy--I love it!" she babbled. "I love having you up my cunt, 
Daddy. I love fucking you--I want your big cock up my cunt all the time, 
Daddy." She paused, then grinned and added: "Except when it's in my mouth." 

Sam grunted and started to hump. 

She held the penetration and for the first few strokes he simply bounced her 
nimble body up and down on his belly, flopping her tits and jolting her ass. 

Then Donna began to move in counterpoint, pulling her pussy up as he 
withdrew and dropping back down to meet him as he lunged up from the 
creaking bed. 

From the foot of the bed, Jeanne had a perfect look at the action. She 
watched her husband's enormous, vein-seamed cock-shaft go in and come out 
and saw his daughter's pliable cunt-lips suck and ripple. Glistening pussy- 
nectar poured from the girl's cock-stretched pussy. 

"Screw, Daddy! Fuck me silly! Fuck my brains out!" Donna urged. 

But she was setting the pace, herself, as she rode on her father's upthrust 
prick. 

His cock hissed into her fuck-hole, pumping her cunt-cream out as he filled 
her full. He reached up to play with her plump tits, then held her by her 
hips and helped her to ride him faster. He lifted her up and slammed her 
back down on his big fucker. 

Donna danced on his prick, going wild. She felt as if that long fuck-rod was 
transfixing her, the cock-knob pounding a path right through her vital 
organs, shoving her heart and lungs aside to make room. She slammed down and 
shuddered, wondering if his prick was going to come out of her mouth. 

"Cummin--cummin, Daddy!" the teenager cried. 

Sam felt his daughter's wet, clinging cunt begin to melt on his cock. It 
thrilled the man even more than when the girl had creamed on his tongue and 
her cunt-cum had poured into his mouth. 

He hammered upward. His cock sank into her cunt like a sky rocket, filling 
her to the brim. His balls gave a mighty surge and he climaxed. 

Donna wailed with rapture when she felt her father's hot fuck-juice geyser 
into her cunt-core. 

She wallowed on his groin, stuffing her pussy and creaming off each time he 
shot more jizz into her. His prick kept spraying the spunk up Donna, and the 
girl was shuddering in her own cumming frenzy. 

"Daddy--Daddy--Daddy!" Donna babbled as she fucked herself mindless on his 
thundering prick. 

They peaked together and ebbed together, coming down through the slow spiral 
of contentment. 

His final squirt splattered into her pussy, and a last spasm of orgasm shook 
her to the core. She settled down, keeping his cock in her cunt. 

Her face tilted down, a smile of rapture causing the girl to glow radiantly. 

Her pussy was stuck to the hilt of his prick, and cunt-cum and fuck-slime 
oozed out like paste as she wriggled and jiggled on the man's loins. 

"I just adore fucking, Daddy," she sighed. 

"Oh, baby!" he groaned. 

"Can we screw a lot, from now on?" she whispered. 

"Y--yes, darling. We can suck and fuck a lot--whenever we get some time 
alone," he promised. "But we'll have to be careful. We don't want your 
mother or brother to ever catch us in bed." 

Donna giggled girlishly. 

"Wow! What would Mom say, if she knew?" she said. 

But Mom already knew, of course--and approved with all her horny heart. 

"Can we do it again, Daddy? Just once more?" the greedy teenager begged. 

Sam looked undecided. 

Obviously, he wanted to, but he was afraid that Jeanne might decide to come 
upstairs now, getting tired of waiting for Carl. 

Donna began to jiggle on his prick, then pulled her pussy up and down 
through a few inches. The girl, no longer burning with lust since she had 
creamed and had a cuntful of her daddy's cum, looked young and playful as 
she amused herself on his prick. 

But the sliding friction had its effect, and they both began to get hot 
again. She pumped faster and Sam heaved upward to match her pace. 

Both were thinking they had better hurry up and get their rocks off again, 
before they were interrupted. 

But Jeanne, although she was greatly enjoying playing the peeper, could bear 
to wait no longer. 

Wearing precious little to begin with, she now stripped for action and, 
stark naked, walked into the bedroom wearing only a smile. 

"Jeanne! Oh, jeez!" Sam croaked. 

Donna, spiked on her father's prick, twisted around to stare at her mother 
in dismay. 

But it could hardly escape their attention that Mom was naked and grinning, 
and that the woman certainly didn't show any resentment. 

"Don't stop," she rasped. 

She curled onto the foot of the bed. 

"I've been watching from the door--and now I wanna have a closer look," she 
announced, as she leaned toward her little girl's ass and gazed down into 
her groin. 

Sam and Donna were relieved that the woman approved of their incest--and 
delighted that she seemed more than willing to take part in the play. 

Sam was keen on the idea of having a threesome with his wife and daughter 
both involved. And Donna was wondering if her mom shared her interest in 
cunt-lapping. The girl had always been curious about lesbian love, imagining 
going to bed with one of her teenaged girlfriends. 

The idea of fucking with Mom thrilled her so much that she began to tremble 
like a leaf--a leaf shaking on the long limb of her father's prick, in fact. 

Already guilty of incest with Daddy, Donna was hot to make it with her mom, 
too, the very thought of lesbian sex driving her crazy. 

The nimble teenager began to fuck up and down on her father's prick faster 
and harder. She kept looking back over her shoulder to see what her mother's 
face looked like as the lady looked on in fascination. 

She saw that Mom was licking her lips and knew for sure that it was bisexual 
desire that was causing the woman to look so hungry. 

Jeanne was inhaling the sweet scent of cock and cunt as they fucked, the 
randy aroma heavy and mouth-watering. 

Jeanne gazed up at Donna's face questioningly. 

"You wanna lick us, Mom?" Donna moaned. 

It was invitation enough for Jeanne. 

Tongue first, she dove into their groins... 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Jeanne started licking and sucking on her husband's hairy balls, but that 
was only the first course. She could suck Sam's cock whenever she liked, and 
right now she was more interested in giving some head to her daughter. 

She nuzzled Sam's balls, then shifted up and began to kiss the firm cheeks 
of Donna's ass. She placed her open hands on the round globes and spread 
them open, running her lapper up the girl's ass-crack. 

Jeanne began to fuck her tongue into the girl's tangy asshole and sucked on 
the rippling ass- ring, French kissing her little girl's sweet ass. 

Sam could hear Jeanne slurping away behind Donna, but her mouth was no 
longer working on his balls and he looked puzzled, not sure what she was 
doing. 

"Ooooooh, Mommy's got her fucking tongue stuck up my asshole, Daddy!" the 
little minx moaned. 

The knowledge that her mother was rimming out their kid caused Sam to 
shudder violently, and he began to fuck his prick into the girl furiously. 

Jeanne sucked ass for a few tasty minutes, then slid back down into their 
coupled crotches. Donna rose up on quivering knees, dragging her pussy up so 
that only her father's bulging cock- head was in her cunt-slot. 

She poised there atop his cock like a French chef proudly presenting a 
masterpiece--serving her hungry mother a mixed platter, a smorgasbord of 
cunt and cock. 

Jeanne ran her lapper slowly up the raised ridge of Sam's pulsating ventral 
vein and lapped at Donna's cunt-lips as she slid up to them. 

"Oh! Now she's licking my cunt, Daddy!" squealed the frantic teenager, 
knowing it would thrill the man. 

Sam jolted into her and Jeanne stuck her tongue up the girl's cunt in tandem 
with his prick. 

"Cum--cream!" the woman gurgled in their groins, yearning to suck up the 
spillage of their cumming. 

Sam, turned on totally by the depraved knowledge that his wife and daughter 
were into bisexual love, hammered into Donna's pussy and shot his cum-load. 

Great geysers of hot cum pumped into her. 

Donna could have creamed off on his cum- spurting prick, if she had wanted 
to. But she was holding back, saving her next cumming for her mom's tongue. 

Sam emptied his balls violently and sank back with a groan of complete 
satisfaction. 

Donna whipped her cunt up and down on his spent cock as her mother lapped 
voraciously at slimy cock and cunt together. 

The girl squirmed up and deliberately pulled her pussy from his cock-head, 
letting his prick flop down. 

Jeanne sucked her husband's spent cock into her mouth and nursed 
greedily--not so much interested in sucking that ever-so-familiar prick as 
she was in tasting her little girl's pussy-nectar on the prick-meat. 

She slurped all the creamy goodness up as Donna daintily drew away. The 
teenager turned and sat on the bed, beside her father's hips. She was 
watching her mother suck his cock, but knew that was only a preliminary. Her 
own pussy was the main course, so Donna spread her slim thighs wide and 
offered her creamy cunt to her mom. 

"Watch, Daddy--watch while Mommy eats out my cunt," the naughty girl 
whimpered. 

Sam's head snapped up, his eyes round and glowing with passion. He was eager 
to see the lesbian incest, and the fact that he was watching increased the 
depraved thrill of it for the females. 

"Yeah--yeah--eat cunt!" Sam cried. 

Jeanne gave the thoughtful little sexpot a look of pure devotion and slid 
down from her tits. 

She tongued out her shallow belly button and licked her blonde pussy-bush. 
She sank down lower and began to run her nimble tongue up the insides of the 
girl's thighs, licking up the ribbons of cunt-juice and jizz that had 
trickled down there. 

"Don't tease me, Mommy! Eat my cunt!" Donna wailed in desperation, longing 
for that hot lapper. 

Jeanne poised over her daughter's pussy, gazing at that creamy delicacy and 
inhaling the heady fumes. The woman was dizzy with desire, so hot for her 
little girl's pussy that she felt faint from hunger. 

Sam rose up on one elbow, twisting his torso toward them, getting a ringside 
seat. 

Donna slid a hand down into her groin and pulled her pliable pussy wide 
open. Rivers of juice and cream ran out of her pink pussy-slot. 

"Eat me, Mommy!" she moaned. 

Jeanne's face lowered and Donna jerked her hand out of the way and tilted 
her cunt up. 

Jeanne began to tongue out the girl's gooey cunt-gash and lick her trembling 
clit. Her tongue laved and lashed and swirled in the creamy hole. 

Then her lips fitted to the pussy-slot and she began to suck. 

"Ahhhhh--Mommy! Drink me!" Donna wailed. 

"Ummmmmm--ummmm!" Jeanne sighed, as she dined on that delectable pussy. 

Her tongue snaked up the chute and her lips nursed on the unfurled rim. Her 
mouth filled up with cunt-juice and she gulped it down in a cunt-lapping 
frenzy, and Donna spilled out another mouthful. 

Donna's pussy was sucking on her mother's tongue like a hungry mouth being 
French kissed. The flow got thicker as her pussy-juice turned to cum-cream. 

"Creamin'! Creamin', Mom!" she cried. 

"Ahhhh! Cum in Mommy's mouth!" Jeanne urged, the words muffled as her lips 
worked on that hairy snack. 

Donna folded her legs around her mom's buried head and undulated, saddled on 
her face. Her ass hiked up and swung from side to side as she ground her 
groin around in a lathered frenzy, melting in her mother's mouth. 

The limber girl jerked faster, peaking out and holding at the crest. Then 
she began to slow down as the waves of her pleasure passed and faded. 

The girl lay back, spread out across the bed. 

Her mom kept munching away, eating her pussy, savoring the last gooey drops. 

Donna's cunt and clit were content. 

But now her tongue and lips were horny. 

The prospect of plating her mother's pussy thrilled the naughty teenager 
every bit as much as having Mom eat her out. 

With the lower half of her face still rooting around in her daughter's 
sodden cunt, Jeanne gazed up the girl's arched body--and saw that Donna was 
sticking her tongue out tantalizingly. 

"You want to eat me, baby?" Jeanne purred into the girl's pussy. 

"Ohhhhh! Sit on my face, Mom! I'm hot to suck your cunt off!" Donna wailed. 

Jeanne moaned with joy. 

The woman had been preoccupied with her tongue, perfectly satisfied to give 
head--but finding out that her daughter wanted to return the favor made her 
tremble with anticipation. 

Jeanne felt a surge of pride for having given birth to such a sex-crazed 
daughter--and a surge of joy because she was about to reap the benefits of 
Donna's depravity. 

The woman snuffled around in the girl's swampy pussy for a few more moments, 
then began to move up her body. She paused, mounted like a man about to fuck 
in the missionary position. 

Donna locked her legs around her mom's haunches. 

Jeanne began to hump, just as if she were fucking the girl with a prick. 

Donna undulated and squirmed, humping and rubbing her cunt-mound against her 
mother's hairy pussy, moving sensually and sinuously. 

It made Jeanne, ultra-feminine lady that she was, wish that she did have a 
prick. 

Then she slid up higher, dragging her pussy up Donna's tummy and squatting 
over her upthrust tits. She whipped her cunt-slot on those pert tits, her 
swollen clit brushing Donna's nipples. 

Donna craned her head up, her chin on her breastbone, gazing at the wet cunt 
that was mopping her tit-mounds and juicing into her cleavage. 

Her mouth was salivating, as hot for her mom's cunt as she had been for her 
daddy's cock. 

"Feed me, Mom! I need to eat your hairy pussy, Mommy--I wanna sink my tongue 
in your cunt!" 

The saucy teenager was whipping her lapper around, as if showing her mother 
how nimble it was, or maybe getting it limbered up for the action ahead of 
her. 

Jeanne shifted up, resting her firm ass on the girl's creamy tits and 
shoving her bushy cunt out as Donna's face went down to meet it. 

Jeanne held her cunt-slot stretched wide open with her fingers and Donna 
went right to work, tongue-fucking as deep as she could and sucking on the 
woman's cunt with a gash-gulper's glee. 

Donna needed no practice or training. Cunt- sucking came as naturally to her 
as cock-sucking did. She wondered if she had inherited the knack and the 
ability from her mother, if cunt-lapping was in her blood. 

It was sure in her mouth, anyhow. 

The girl French kissed her mom's fuck-hole and Jeanne began to juice off 
lavishly. Donna gulped the goo down and sucked more out voraciously. 

Jeanne moaned and fucked her little girl's face, creaming off spectacularly, 
while Donna spooned the cunt-cum out with her lapper and swallowed it with 
joy. 

Even before she had finished mopping up this first cum-load, Donna was 
thinking ahead of all the pleasure she would have from now on, in her 
mother's groin. 

Jeanne drained her pussy off, cranking her crotch on Donna's mouth, her 
carnal cream pouring out as if she were giving her cunt an oil change. 

Finished foaming, the voluptuous lady squatted on the teenager's face for a 
while, letting her cunt-starved daughter lap up the last of her snack. 

Then she dismounted, smiling blissfully, and they fell into a fond embrace. 
Belly to belly, they clung together and kissed passionately, tongues sliding 
back and forth. 

Both of their mouths were so full of pussy- cream that kissing seemed the 
same as cunt-lapping. 

"Wanna dive on me again, Mom?" the insatiable little minx chirped. "Or shall 
I go down on you again?" 

It was all the same to Donna. Her tongue was as horny as her cunt, and she 
didn't care which she satisfied next. 

But now Sam was ready for more satisfaction. 

He was panting with passion, inspired by the rare sight of a mother and 
daughter--his wife and his daughter--giving each other enthusiastic head. 

His massive cock was jolting as it loomed vibrantly up from his newly 
refilled balls. 

"Hey--how about me?" he rasped. 

Donna and Jeanne looked at him and smiled, then looked at each other, 
questioningly. 

They realized they had a problem. 

They had two hot cunts, but only the one cock to service the both of them! 

Both mother and daughter were eager for a cuntful of prick as the natural 
follow-up to the cunt-lapping, but Sam could only handle one pussy at a 
time. 

He had shuffled closer and they began to lick the head of his cock, both 
tonguing the slab at the same time, kissing each other with his cock- knob 
flaring and throbbing between their fervent lips. 

Donna was considerate. 

"You wanna fuck Daddy, now?" she sighed. 

Well, Jeanne did, but she hesitated. 

A parent had an obligation to her child, a duty to deprive herself when her 
daughter was in need. Jeanne figured that she should make the sacrifice--at 
least temporarily. 

She was not a selfish woman, and she had fucked Sam damned near every night 
for years now, while their little girl had had the pleasure only once. 

"No, baby--you can have him," she rasped. 

Donna beamed, and so did Sam. 

Sam loved his wife, to be sure, but daughter- fucking was more on his mind, 
now that he knew the joy of incest. 

"Fuck Donna, darling--and then I can suck your cum out of her cunt," Jeanne 
said, looking on the bright side. 

Donna dropped back and spread out. 

Her father mounted her. 

Jeanne grasped his big cock and guided it into their daughter's pussy, 
stirring the cock-knob in her slot as if she were mixing paint. 

Sam began to inch his prick in. 

Jeanne hovered over them to watch, her own pussy on fire, wishing they had 
another prick available. 

Her wish would soon be granted... 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Deciding that her sister was not going to phone back and wondering, without 
too much concern, if Jeanne had become suspicious, Maggie pulled her hot 
mouth off her nephew's still-rampant prick. 

"Is it nice to cum in Aunt Maggie's mouth, baby?" she purred, grinning 
wantonly. 

"Jeez, yeah! I don't know which feels better, Aunt Maggie--your mouth or 
your cunt." 

"You can have either--or both--whenever you want to, Carl. You'll have to 
come over and visit me a lot, from now on. I want to keep your balls 
emptied." 

The boy looked down at his cock, grinning in gleeful expectation. His 
potent, teenage cock was still stiff and his balls were swollen. 

"You gonna empty 'em again, before I have to go home?" he asked, hopefully. 

"Of course, you dear boy," she purred. 

Then she smiled wickedly. 

"You've had my cunt and my mouth. Would you like to fuck me up the ass, 
now?" 

Carl gulped. Jeez, his aunt was really naughty--and he was mighty glad of 
it! 

Aunt Maggie got down on her hands and knees on the floor, dropping her head 
down to the carpet and hiking her trim ass up high, wriggling it 
provocatively. 

"Butt-fuck me, baby!" she whimpered. 

Carl knelt upright behind her haunches and spread her ass-cheeks open with 
his hands. Her tight little shit-hole looked much too small to take his big 
prick, but he guessed that Aunt Maggie knew better--that the naughty woman 
had taken cocks up her hot ass before. 

He figured he should lubricate the slot and bent down to tongue out her 
asshole, slobbering into it. He stuck his nose in and snuffled the aromatic 
socket, imagining that snug slot gripping his cock. 

Then he fitted his cock-knob into her asshole. 

His cock-knob flared out, still seemingly much too huge to wedge into that 
hot harbor. But her ass-ring rippled and slowly opened to accommodate the 
passage. 

He started to work the big reamer in. 

Aunt Maggie reached back between her kneeling thighs and fondled his 
swinging balls as he forced his prick up her shit-chute, inch by sweet inch. 

His cock-head was the widest part of his fucker. It levered up, opening her 
ass-channel, blazing a trail for his hard cock-shaft to follow. 

He thrust hard and, smooth as silk, all of his prick disappeared in his 
aunt's asshole. 

Carl gasped down in disbelief. 

His balls were ballooning in her crotch and his cock was embedded to the 
base. She gurgled with delight, feeling his cock-head flare in her bowels 
and his cock-stalk work like a crowbar up her ass-guts. 

Aunt Maggie's cunt was creaming all over his balls as she rubbed them into 
her groin. She jerked, pulling her asshole halfway up his prick, then 
slamming back and taking it all again. The boy's lean, flat belly bounced on 
her high, round ass. 

"Ream me out, Carl! Pack the fudge! Oooooh! Turn my ass to creamed caramel 
candy!" 

Carl tugged back against the clinging suction. His prick came out like a 
taffy pull. 

Then he fucked up her ass again. 

Aunt Maggie's ass was sucking and swallowing as if it were trying to digest 
his living cock- meat in reverse, the back end of her digestive tract 
milking his cock as hungrily as her mouth had. 

The boy wondered if the head of his cock was floating in the cum she had 
swallowed before, so deep was it ramming up her guts. 

Her shit-chute relaxed and opened slightly, letting his fucker slide in and 
out faster. He was jolting her ass on his cock-thrusts, shaking her to the 
core as he bottomed out in her hot ass-guts. 

Aunt Maggie began to cream off on his balls, as she worked them in her 
fuck-slot and against her clit. Tides of cunt-cum gushed from her gash, 
drenching his balls. She slid her middle finger up her cunt-hole and felt 
his prick pounding up the twin tunnel. "Jizz my ass! Blow it up my bowels!" 
she cried, hot to feel his slimy enema. 

He heaved into her heavenly haunches as her ass-guts worked on his cock, 
giving him a blow- job backwards. 

His fuck-foam was soon squirting into her ass-guts. 

Aunt Maggie squealed with ecstasy as the boy's cum pumped into her trembling 
ass. 

She could still taste his cum on her tongue. 

It made her think that his jizz must be pouring straight through her 
digestive tract and welling up in her mouth again, boiling out of her 
gullet. 

The virile boy shot as much cum into her ass as he had into her mouth and 
cunt, creaming off dynamically into her seething shitter. 

Geysers of cock-cream spurted into her ass- guts and Aunt Maggie melted all 
over his balls as, jolting together in a frenzy, they drained off together. 

Carl slumped over her ass, panting. 

Aunt Maggie squirmed around a bit, making sure she had milked him to the 
bone. She was looking radiant now. She had had her nephew in all ways--and 
the wicked woman was looking forward to his next visit. 

But, with that in mind, she didn't want to give his mother any cause for 
suspicion, not being certain how her sister would feel about incest-- not 
that she needed to worry about that in the least. 

She began to pull her asshole off his cock. 

Her tight ass-ring clung to his prick snugly, and for a moment Carl wondered 
if they were stuck together. 

But then his prick came slithering out and the fat cock-knob popped from her 
asshole with a slurp. 

That puckered bud stayed open and great globs of jizz came bubbling out. 

Carl gazed down in awe at his Aunt Maggie's ass. He bent down and kissed her 
ass with tender reverence, as if paying homage to her lovely ass. 

She wriggled her ass in his face, purring. Then she twisted around, 
grinning. 

"Let me clean up," she said. 

Her lips parted and Carl jammed his ass-soaked prick out eagerly. Aunt 
Maggie sucked the soiled cock-meat into her hot mouth and nursed, sucking up 
the cum and the ass- juice from his prick. 

She polished his cock-knob until it gleamed. 

And, in the process, she was making the vigorous youngster's cock stiffen 
again. But before he was fully hard once more, she removed her mouth from 
his cock. 

She looked at his wet prick wistfully. 

But he had been at her apartment for a long time now, and Aunt Maggie knew 
that the boy should be getting back home before his mother began to wonder. 

Milking him off again would be greedy now--and it might deny her future 
incestuous visits. 

So she suggested that Carl had better leave. 

The boy, too, understood that it was for the best, and he offered no 
protest. 

Aunt Maggie walked him to the door and they kissed good night, and then he 
dropped down and kissed her cunt, as well, in a fond, parting gesture. 

Then Carl left to walk home. 

But his cock had been half sucked again, and he had left with the taste of 
pussy on his tongue. And before he had gone half a block, he had another 
hammering hard-on. 

Well, it couldn't be helped. 

Carl figured that he would just have to jack himself off when he got to bed. 

But that wouldn't be necessary, at all... 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Carl was walking like a cowboy, his legs bowed out around his balls, 
practically stooped over his big cock by the time he got to the house. 

He sneaked in furtively, hoping everyone had already gone to bed, not 
wanting his mom or dad to see him with his hard prick bulging in his jeans. 

There was no one downstairs and he went on up, heading for his bedroom, 
supposing he would have to jack off alone now. 

But Carl never got to his bedroom. 

Following his jutting hard-on down the upstairs hallway, he came abreast of 
his sister's bedroom--and heard her bed squeaking, and plenty of panting. 

The boy stopped dead, fascinated. 

Was his sexy big sister finger-fucking herself? Or had she sneaked a boy 
into her room? 

It was sure worth a peak. 

And maybe more! 

Carl had often had naughty thoughts about his gorgeous sister when he was 
stroking his prick--and about his mother, as well, although he had no idea 
that that, too, was applicable in this situation. 

He had never for a moment imagined that he would ever have sex with his 
sister--before. But now that Aunt Maggie had so energetically introduced the 
young man to the delights of incest, he was wondering if maybe Donna might 
be game for some sibling sex. 

He peeked into her bedroom--and damned near fainted at what he saw! 

Donna was spread out naked and Daddy was starting to push his cock into her 
pussy--and Mom was curled up beside them, her tongue hanging out, panting as 
she looked on with obvious approval and encouragement! 

Carl's whole fucking family was depraved. 

His mother and father and aunt and sister were all degenerates and involved 
in incest! 

What did the boy think about that? 

He felt left out! Even though he'd just come from the arms of his gorgeous 
Aunt Maggie-- and her mouth, cunt and asshole, as well--Carl felt deprived, 
as he spied on the family frolic. 

Yet some instinct told the young man that he would not be unwelcome in that 
orgy. 

He began to undress as he stared longingly into the bedroom at the 
threesome--a threesome he was soon to even out to round numbers. 

Naked, his big prick standing like a lighthouse before his belly, he waited 
for the proper moment to make his presence known. 

He didn't have long to wait... 

Sam fucked in balls-deep and held all of his prick stuck up Donna's sizzling 
pussy. She writhed and thrashed about like a fish on a hook. 

"Screw me, Daddy! Fuck--fuck!" she wailed. 

Her father began to pull out and fuck back in, his balls hammering on her 
grinding ass. 

Jeanne was crawling about, licking here and there, lapping at the edges and 
tonguing the rims. She sucked on Donna's tits, then slipped back to rim out 
Sam's asshole and lick his swinging balls. Shepherding them, she circled the 
coupling. She shoved her lovely face right into their groins and tongued 
cock and cunt in conjunction. 

This was amazing and thrilling Carl, who hadn't realized his mother and 
sister were bisexual. 

Then Jeanne drew back with a sigh. 

"I hope you'll have some stiff prick left for me, when you finish with 
Donna," she said. "I need a hard cock!" 

And that was her son's cue. 

They all gasped when Carl strode in, but he was naked and his rigid cock was 
just what the doctor ordered--huge and hard. 

"I've been fucking Aunt Maggie!" he proudly announced as he moved up to the 
bed, wanting them to know that he, too, was into incest. 

His mother didn't hesitate for a moment. 

She was past all inhibition in her passion. She took her son's huge cock 
into her mouth and sucked with wild enthusiasm. 

Carl fucked into her face. 

The boy was ready to cream, anyhow, getting turned on by watching. And his 
mom's mouth was magic and the physical sensations were embellished 
powerfully by the fact that it was his own mother's mouth on his prick. 

Carl creamed off at once. 

His mother drank his cum. 

She swallowed most of the boy's jism, but some spilled from her lips and 
dribbled down her chin. 

The sight thrilled Sam and Donna as they stared, seeing what she was gulping 
down. 

They began to fuck faster under the stimulation, as Carl drained off in 
Jeanne's maw. He fed her plenty of cum, but his prick didn't yield an inch. 
The boy was so sexually excited that as his balls emptied off, his cock only 
got harder and fatter. 

And Jeanne was glad of that! 

She sucked the last drop of cum from his piss hole, then spun away and knelt 
with her ass toward him. She shoved her face down into Sam's groin from 
behind. 

"Fuck me like a dog, Carl!" the woman wailed, her pleas muffled in Sam's 
crotch. 

Carl moved up behind her, mounting her as he had his aunt, but aiming for 
her pussy instead of her ass. The boy was hot to ass-fuck his sexy mother, 
to be sure, but first he wanted her cunt-hole. 

"Be a mother-fucker!" she howled. 

And Carl slid his cock-head into her cunt, paused for a second to savor the 
anticipation-- then rammed all of his prick up his mom's fuck-hole. 

Jeanne cried out in rapture as her cunt was filled with her young son's 
bloated cock-meat. Her inner cunt-muscles sucked and pulled, and he had to 
tug back hard to draw his cock out of her cunt. Then he fucked in again. 

Stuffing her pussy, he tilted her ass up and levered her head down. Jeanne 
was sucking in Donna's crotch as Sam's glistening prick fucked in and out. 

Her cunt gripped his prick tightly, pulsing, pumping like a squeezebox on 
his fucker. He held her by her hips and twisted her body around as he drove 
his cock in under the firm cheeks of her ass and filled her cunt with fuck- 
stroke after fuck-stroke. 

Sam fucked his daughter vigorously, and Carl poured the prick to his 
voluptuous mother. The two couples were linked together by Jeanne's tongue 
and lips, but fucking two by two. How lucky it was that Carl had gotten home 
to make up a foursome. The odd numbers had been awkward, and doubling up was 
more fulfilling. 

Sam's ass corkscrewed as he fucked his little girl's juicy pussy. 

Jeanne's face rubbed up and down in their crotches. Desire was making her 
tremble. 

She licked Sam's balls and tongued his slimy prick as it came pulling out. 
She stabbed her tongue into Donna's cunt and danced it against her stiff 
clit. Then she flattened her tongue and dragged it up with a long, wet, 
slurping stroke that ended up in Sam's asshole. 

Sam was all set to shoot, and when Jeanne's tongue fucked into his ass, he 
gasped and his jism geysered out, flooding his daughter's fuck- hole with 
another cum-load. 

Donna gurgled and orgasmed on his prick. 

Jeanne licked back down from Sam's asshole to his groin and began to spoon 
up all of their combined cum-creams as the milky fluids gushed from her 
daughter's cock-stuffed pussy. Her tongue gathered the fuck-slime and her 
greedy lips sucked it up. The wanton woman was swallowing their fuck-juices, 
filling her belly as her son made ready to fill her cunt-hole. 

Carl was staring over his mom's shoulder as he fucked her pussy. Seeing her 
sucking up cunt- cum and cock-cream thrilled the youth damned near as much 
as fucking her was doing, and he surged to his crest. 

The boy's cum hosed Jeanne's cunt and she climaxed, her clit tingling and 
her pussy turning to paste. 

They all fucked through the trembling spasms and the mounting waves, 
draining off together. 

Sam was starting to flag a bit, but Carl was still rock hard and randy. Sam 
and Jeanne, devoted parents, looked on with approval while Carl and Donna 
did some sibling sucking, then finished with a fuck. 

That ignited Sam anew. And Jeanne had an ever-ready cunt, so the parents 
joined in again, locking up with the kids in a complex cluster- fuck, so 
intricately woven together that neither Sam nor his son was exactly sure if 
his prick was in Donna or Jeanne. 

But it didn't matter at all. 

All the couplings were relative and these close relations rutted away, 
trying out all the combinations possible for four sex-crazed fuckers. 

When Carl suggested they phone Aunt Maggie and ask her to join them, they 
all agreed it was a good idea. 

So did Aunt Maggie, to be sure. 

And five was a lovely number, too... 


THE END
