Dad's Hot Little Princess
by John Mavis


FOREWORD 

Sex and violence, which some will argue go in hand, seem to be obsessions 
with the media: one is bombarded with them in the news, cinema, the theater 
and, of course, our everyday life. We are now made more aware of them than 
ever before. But frequently not in an honest way. 

Only recently have the psychological disciplines-those concerned with 
finding out makes us "tick"-come to terms with reality, rather than enhance 
glossy, melodramatic myths. We are no longer asked to repress our inner 
feelings, so prevalent, for example, during the Victorian Era in England. 

Perhaps because of just that lack of repression people are enjoying sex 
more, trying new things out, titillating their senses. 

In this story we have a decided lack of repression, as we get to know the 
Foster family: twelve-year-old Bruce, thirteen-year-old Betty and their 
parents, who, some might say, indulge in rather "unusual" sexual activity. 

One is not normally sexually attracted to one's brother, as is Betty to 
Bruce, nor is one especially attracted in the sexual sense to one's father 
or mother, or in this case Betty's step-father and Bruce's step-mother. 
Nevertheless these very feelings, long repressed in many people across the 
globe, are refreshingly let out in the open, which oddly enough seems to 
help bring this family together, in more ways than one. 

Leather and whip fetishes have been portrayed as an undesirable bunch, 
particularly because they are so prone to violence. Hence you can imagine 
Betty's shock when she accidentally interrupts her parents (and younger 
brother!) indulging in such "bizarre' practices. 

Yet, without much trouble, she is drawn into this "devious" family activity 
and soon comes to enjoy it tremendously, finding I stimulating and 
terrifically exciting. 

Her already strong attachment for her family, particularly her stepfather 
and brother, become stronger still, bonded together by the "games" they all 
indulge in with surprising frequency. 

This story sheds new light on the subject of human sexuality. It may very 
well make one pause and think, reassess one's own sexuality, perhaps urge 
one to liberate oneself? 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"It's only a game, sweetheart, only a game. A game ... a game ... game ... 
game...." 

Over and over the phrase repeated itself in Betty's mind. She felt tears 
stinging her eyes. Only a game ... only a game. 

She sat up in bed and switched on her bedside lamp. Light filled the room, 
pushing the shadows into the corners, making her pounding heart slowly 
regain its normal beating. 

It was a nightmare, nothing more. But Betty knew that wasn't so. She had 
just woken from a dream, true, but what she had been dreaming was an exact 
replica of what had gone on earlier that evening ... in her mother's room. 

She had come home from the library earlier than expected. Just in time to 
catch the tail end of what was going on in the bedroom. With Phil, her 
step-father. 

Control yourself, she told herself, hugging herself, sitting upright under 
the covers. Once again the scenes went through her head like a movie she had 
seen a hundred times. I don't want to think about it. I don't! But again, 
she knew she was only fooling herself. She could feel her loins begin to 
tingle, the same sensation she experienced while beginning to masturbate. 

Betty was thirteen, small for her age, thin, though her breasts were 
surprisingly full, giving her a slightly awkward appearance which was offset 
by what could only be called, even for a girl her age, barely into 
adolescence, a beautiful face. Framed by long, flowing blonde hair which 
reached nearly to her waist. 

It was three o'clock in the morning, but Betty knew she couldn't possibly go 
back to sleep. She might never sleep again. The thought terrified her, 
almost more so than what she had witnessed accidentally mere hours before. 

My God, she thought, lying back against the pillow, it seems like an 
eternity. It's as if my life has suddenly been changed. Changed forever. 
I'll never be able to face them again. 

My own little brother! she thought grimly. Not to mention Mom and Phil, my 
step-father. It was like ... like something out of a porno movie, though she 
had never seen one. What am I going to do? 

Only a game. A game.... 

They had all jumped out of bed when her brother Bruce had cried out: "Jesus 
Christ! It's Sis!" And Betty had stood there, her school books in her hand 
(she let them fall to the floor), her mouth gaping open in disbelief. 

Her brother was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, his cock, its 
hugeness shocking Betty, standing upright between his thighs, the purple tip 
of it glistening, dripping something. Semen. He had just pulled it out of 
her mother's asshole. Phil was standing on the bed, a whip in his hand, 
about to hit his wife again, her howls of ecstasy filling the room, faint 
reddish welts on her back, lining it like tiger stripes. 

Then Phil's arm dropped and he managed a weak smile as if to say, Well, you 
caught me fair and square. You win. Her mother had merely whimpered like a 
frightened animal upon seeing her daughter trembling, eyes like little white 
saucers, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"Sis, it's okay, really...." her brother had begun. Then Betty had run to 
her. room, locking her door, the image of her step-father's huge member, 
seemingly twice the size of her 'twelve-year-old brother's schlong, and that 
was absolutely monstrous, thick and pulsating, with just a whisper of light 
brown pubic hair, unlike her purely golden fuzz. 

Evidently they had all hurriedly dressed, for when she finally did open the 
door they were standing there, looking sheepish, begging her to just let 
them explain. It was all perfectly normal. A game, her mother had said. A 
game? Who were they trying to kid? Yet.... 

There was that tingling sensation in her crotch again. She reached down 
under the covers and pressed her palm over her cunt. The hairs were wet. She 
was becoming more and more excited just thinking of her step-father there, 
whip poised, ready to strike her mother's back again. It was only a small 
thing, like a kid's toy of some kind. But it looked sinister enough. 

Betty closed her eyes and moaned, realizing all the confused hours after 
what she had seen had been leading up to this very moment when she had to 
decide for herself: to forgive her family and perhaps become a part of their 
lascivious pleasures, or strongly voice her opinion against the sinister 
affair and hope they would stop. Though she could never forget what she had 
seen. If only I had stayed another half hour, she mused. It would have been 
so much easier. I never would have found out. 

I wonder how long it has been going on ... Just a game. A game. 

Suddenly the word GAME took on a new meaning. Just repeating the innocuous 
word over and over in her mind made her excited-sexually stimulated. She 
began to cream. She could feel an orgasm coming on. She had to find relief. 
It wouldn't go away if she ignored it, as if she could very well ignore it. 
Impossible. 

Betty slipped her nightie over her head and pushed the bunched-up fabric 
under her sheets. She pressed her palm against the quivering lips of her 
vagina. Yes, she was very wet now: The sensation was becoming almost 
unbearably intense, her pussy juice coating her upper thighs. 

How can I be turned on by something so disgusting? Betty wondered. My 
twelve-year-old brother balling Mom in the ass while Phil, a man I have 
always loved and respected, whipping her as his cock lay just inches from 
her pursed lips. And the unmistakable smell of sex. That heady, musky aroma. 
Unmistakable, though Betty's sexual experiences until now were nil. She was 
a virgin. She had never had much interest in boys. Until tonight, when she 
saw her baby brother naked, in all his exciting youthful splendor. 

He's not a baby anymore, she thought, remembering the times she had noticed 
his swollen loins (his pants were always so tight.) That excited her more 
than the same sight on other boys in school. She had always loved her 
brother, in fact was very close to all three members of her family, but not 
until now did she realize how much in love with him she really was. 

She thought of him now as she began slipping in her middle finger, reaming 
her clitoris, feeling the delicious sensations beginning to swell and rise 
up her naked, sweating body, consuming her like a fire. She imagined it was 
her who was being fucked by little Bruce, not her mother. 

And now that her thoughts were turning this way, what she had witnessed 
earlier didn't seem as bad as it did initially. Yes, she thought, beginning 
to pant and moan, I guess it was something of a game. A very exciting game. 

She had just made her decision. 

And as if by magic, at that exact moment of self-realization, her bedroom 
door opened softly and Bruce entered, carefully closing the door, wincing at 
the creak the door made before clicking back into place. 

He walked to her bedside and sat down, a dreamy, apologetic smile 
brightening up his cute little face. Betty thought her heart would burst 
with its love for this darling little brother. 

"Hi, Sis," he whispered. 

She pulled her covers up to her chin. "Hi, Brucie." 

"Gee, Sis," Bruce said, keeping his voice low. Although their parents' room 
was down the hall the house was unusually quiet and the boy didn't want the 
two of them to be disturbed. He too was having trouble sleeping. 

"I-I don't know what to say, Sis," he stammered, reddening with 
embarrassment. "I guess there's no use beating around the bush. You saw it 
all and I guess it looked pretty awful. It seemed that way the first night I 
did it with them. It's only been a month now...." 

"A month!" Betty was astounded. She had never guessed for a moment that 
something even vaguely like this was going on behind her back. A whole 
month. 

"Ssshhh! Not so loud. Listen. I can explain. I hope this doesn't change 
anything. You know...." He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, 
giving her a soft affectionate peck. His lips felt dry. 

Betty was feeling nervous and almost had an impulse to pull, back her hand, 
but she didn't She knew in her heart that nothing could change her deep love 
for her brother, and perhaps her love for him was about to take on a new 
dimension. 

A game ... only a.... 

"Kiss me," he murmur ed, drawing close to her, at the same time pulling her 
up toward him. The sheets fell, exposing her lovely ripe tits, the nipples 
red and erect. 

He pretended not to notice but he did nevertheless. His lips touched hers 
and his tongue darted inside her mouth. She sucked on it, her cunt aching 
for release. They kissed for a long time. She could see the growing bulge 
inside the boy's pajama bottoms. She became more excited. Her heart was 
pounding. 

My God, what are we doing. Are we going crazy? All of us? 

"I don't understand," she said aloud. 

"I understand, Sis, but, really, it's not all as bad as it might have 
looked. Honest. You know I've never lied to you." His left hand reached out 
and caressed the luscious swell of her right tit. He took her nipple between 
thumb and forefinger and squeezed, sending sharp pangs of pleasure racing 
through her. 

"Don't...." she said, but not convincingly. In fact, she was thinking just 
the opposite. She desperately wanted the twelve-year-old beauty to touch 
her, fondle her, caress her, every part of her. 

He let go of her tit and stared into her eyes. 

"Funny, but the same thing happened to me," he began slowly, thoughtfully. 
"It was the night you slept over your girlfriend's. Remember?" 

Betty nodded. 

"Well, it must have been nearly midnight. Mom and Dad said they were feeling 
tired and they went upstairs. I stayed downstairs for another twenty minutes 
or so watching TV then when the program was finished I went to my room and 
undressed for bed. 

"I got into bed and thought I heard someone crying. It sounded like Mom. I 
got out of bed ... walked quietly on tippy toes down the hall and pressed my 
ear against their bedroom door. Nothing. Suddenly everything was real still. 
It started to go back to my room when I heard it again. It was Mom. She was 
moaning, "Do it again!" I couldn't believe my ears. The way she said it sent 
chills up and down my spine. 

"I waited to see if she would do it again and sure enough she kinda groaned 
again-I remember all this like it just happened yesterday-and she said, 
"Ohhhh, Phil, your dick is so big and thick. It's breaking me in half." I 
mean, shit. Sis, I couldn't fucking believe it. Can you imagine? Then I 
could hear the bedsprings. They were fucking up a storm in there! 

Than she said, "Whip me, baby." Just like that. Honest. And I opened the 
door just a peek and I saw Dad, without any clothes on, and Mom had on these 
tight black stockings, nothing else on, and Dad had his cock in his hand, he 
was kinda stroking it like when guys wank off. Shit, I'm not embarrassing 
you, Sis, am I? Okay, good. Now where was I? Oh yeah ... then he started 
fucking her again, but first he hit her with the whip, the same one you saw 
tonight. It doesn't really hurt much, only if you really hit hard. It's like 
a toy really, but, yeah, I guess it can hurt if you want it to. 

"Anyway, I stood there and my cock began getting hard in my pants and I 
started to turn around to go back in my room and jack off-it's funny but 
even from the start I never thought anything was wrong about it-I mean even 
the whipping and black stockings and all that. But I guess I know how you 
must have felt ... Okay, okay where was I? Yeah ... well ... they both saw 
me then. Maybe I made a noise or something, but the room suddenly got real 
still-you could hear a pin drop and all-and I just stood there. I couldn't 
move. 

"Mom got up and took me by the hand and brought me to the side of the bed. 
Then she hugged me and kissed me. but like nothing strange had been going 
on. Like it was perfectly natural. She began tonguing me out and I just came 
in my pants. My cock was jerking inside my pajamas and cum was shooting out 
and I fell on her and we both fell back on the bed and Dad was laughing and 
then Mom was laughing, saying something about her "Big Boy" and I started 
laughing too. 

"Then they both undressed me. Dad told me it was all okay and it was about 
time I learned about the facts of life and all and then Mom showed me how to 
do it and we fucked and, man, it was wonderful. The best. I never felt 
anything like it before. It was a million times better than jerking off. 

"Hey, what are you doing with your nightie off anyway?" 

Betty blushed, trying to pull the covers up again to cover her chest. Bruce 
wouldn't let her. 

"Come on. Your tits are too good to hide like that. I mean, we're brother 
and sister." He paused as if in deep thought. Betty couldn't keep her eyes 
from wandering to her brother's groin, which was swollen even more. He was 
exciting himself in relating his story to her. 

She could almost see his point, the more he talked about it the more normal 
it all seemed, as if every man should carry a whip and beat his wife and 
kids with it. 

"Sis, tell me ... the truth now ... did you ever think of doing it with me?" 

Betty didn't know what to say. She and Bruce, though they were very close, 
had shied away until now about discussing sex with each other. It was a 
taboo subject with them, as if by silent mutual agreement. Should she tell 
him the truth, that she had, especially the past few hours, been thinking 
just that? And nothing else? 

"Yes, Bruce," she whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. It was out. She 
felt relief wash over her. 

"I though so ... Gee, Sis, you are a beautiful chick, really you are." 

"And you're the most handsome boy I know, Brucie." 

"Really?" His eyes lit up. "I mean, honest?" He took both her hands in his. 
this time she didn't have to be coerced. She sat up and they kissed, this 
time passionately, like lovers who haven't seen each other for some time. 

She began unbuttoning his pajama top. He moaned in her ear, nibbling the 
lobe, his left hand pushing down the sheets until her vagina was exposed to 
full view. 

"Man." he murmured excitedly. "What a delicious looking pussy. Much less 
hair than Mom's. Yeah, I really dig it. Okay if I touch it, Sis?" 

"Yes. Yes." 

"My cock is rock hard. Feel it." 

He took her hand and placed it on his groin. She could feel the outline of 
his cum-filled balls underneath the pajama bottoms. She saw a wet stain 
slowly spread inches above the two swollen nuts. She followed the outline of 
his tumescent shaft. Upward toward his navel. It was long and thin, the 
bulbous head pulsating, sending out wet drops of pre-cum. 

"That's it," he whispered, swallowing hard, his voice breaking. "Stroke it 
slowly. Ohh shit, yeah." He put his hand on her mound and squeezed. She 
thought she would cum right then and there. 

She unbuttoned the snap on his pajama fly and undid the flannel cord, 
releasing his cock. It sprung outward like a snake, more than seven inches 
long, the head thick and domed-shaped, dribbling cum sauce, oozing the clear 
shining liquid from the gaping piss slit. 

"Yessssssss," he moaned, his eyelashes fluttering madly. "Mmmmm, Sis, yeah." 

"Like this?" she whispered, her curiosity aroused as well as her sex as she 
trailed two fingers lightly up and down the pulsating organ. 

"You catch on fast. Sure you're still a virgin: 

She was too embarrassed to answer. After tonight, she then decided, I won't 
be a virgin any longer. Bruce will take care of that.... 

"Come into bed with me," she said, surprised that she was taking the 
initiative, even with her brother. 

He rose and kicked off his pajamas until he was gloriously naked, his pale 
body thin and alluring, his penis erect and taunt, the skin stretched 
smoothly tight. He got under the covers and they kissed again, their arms 
going around each other. Their moans echoed in each other's ears. Delightful 
sounds. 

He cupped her tits with both his hands and pressed her head against the 
pillow, his boyhood pressing rock-hard against her upper thigh. She could 
feel it jerk as it let out another few drops of viscous cum liquid. Betty's 
head began to swim. 

With hearts pounding, they tongued each other out, her tits pressed against 
his trembling chest, her erect nipples like needles against his bare flesh. 
She reached down and took his hard cock in her hand, beginning to massage 
it, her fist encasing it, stroking it rhythmically. 

"Don't Sis," he warned, his voice tight. "I'm so fucking excited I'm gonna 
cum right in your hand. I'm serious, Sis, Sis, SIS." 

He fell against her, pinning her to the bed, her hand nevertheless managing 
to continue stroking until he exploded in her palm, his hot cum sauce 
spraying her mound, her belly, and splattering the sheets. He nearly cried 
out with joy, but remembered he had to keep quiet. He wanted these few quiet 
moments with his sister before they would have her.... 

Pressing his head between her tits he closed his eyes, saliva running out of 
the corners of his mouth, unchecked, and he groaned and sighed with ecstasy, 
her fingers pulling, sucking at of him every drop of cum now being produced 
at such a rapid pace in his swollen sacs. 

"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned, his legs jerking spasmodically. "Ohhh fuck, 
oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuckkkkkkk. So fucking goooooddddd. Sis, oh I love 
you Sis, ohhh I've always loved you with all my heart. Oh fuck me Sis. Let 
me feel my cock inside your cunt. It'll be the best ever, I promise. 
OHHHHHHHHH! I can't stand it, keep your hand moving ... AHHHHHH, 
UMMMPPPHHHHHH, AAGGGRRRHHH, Y-YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

His orgasm seemed to last for hours. He clutched her cunt, feeling the hot 
juices running through his fingers. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God." 

Betty instinctively spread her legs continued creaming in her hand, and he 
slipped his middle digit up her tight, virgin cunt. Her hymen had been 
broken for months, since she had started masturbating, but his was the first 
finger beside hers to travel up her fuck channel. She thrilled to his young 
touch. Ohh, how she adored the boy at that moment. 

In and out in and out his finger went as he went over the edge, his penis 
flapping against her palm, spewing forth a geyser of cum. wetting them both 
under the covers. Then he was dry. She continued stroking him but nothing 
else happened. His cock began to slowly shrink. 

"Christ, that was good, Sis. Jesus, and I thought you were always kind of a 
prude, I mean not going out with guys and all that but now I see you were 
saving yourself for me, right?" 

Yes! Betty suddenly thought. Yes, that's it. "Yes." she almost cried out. 

"What'll we do now?" she asked innocently. Her brother smiled, then kissed 
her tenderly. 

"The fun is just beginning," he whispered in her ear, and then he let his 
mouth run all over her body, flinging the sheets aside. He licked her neck, 
her face, her eyelids, then worked downward until he was at her tits, 
nibbling joyously at her extended nipples. She could have wept with joy. 

Continuing downward, he paused at her navel, where he playfully drilling his 
pointed, fleshy tongue into her, making her giggle, clutching the back of 
his head, pushing him down, further and further down until.... 

He was pausing at her mound, breathing in her heady female scent. He bent 
down and pressed his mouth on the slit, at the same time parting her cunt 
lips with two fingers, prying the wet flesh open. 

"Mmmmmmm," she couldn't help moaning, her body afire. 

"Like this, Sis?" he asked, raising his head, a pearly drop of her cunt 
juice dripping off the tip of his nose. In reply, she pressed his head back 
down between her thighs, which she now had stretched as far apart as 
possible, giving the young boy as much access to her honey pot as possible. 
She was dying of anticipation. She began fondling his dick again, excited by 
the way it responded to her touch, beginning to grow big again, the knob 
thickening and pulsating with desire. 

Betty couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was amazed at how 
casually she was taking it all. First seeing her brother and step-father 
both making erotic advances on her mother, then her brother reaming all over 
her sheets, and now this ... cunnilingus. 

His tongue darted out from between his cum-stained lips and reached inside 
her snatch for her burgeoning clit button, which he had no trouble finding. 
And once he, did he tongue-fucked it unmercifully, driving his older sister 
up the wall with pleasure. 

She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. That she was 
actually being eaten out by her twelve-year-old brother who had probably the 
most well developed prick in the whole world. And it was all Betty's. 

"More," she sighed. "Deeper, Jesus, Brucie, I never imagined, not for a 
moment ... that ... that ... OHHHHHHH, BRUCIE, LOVE!" 

He gobbled her up, his body squirming in unison with hers. His tongue lapped 
over her inner cunt walls, drilling into her, sucking her dry. Her pubes 
tickled his nose but he didn't mind. It was a small annoyance, nothing to 
compare with the intense cunt sensations he could feel running through her, 
exciting them both. Forcing them to go on and on ... she craved the tight 
feel of his giant cock in her cunny. 

"Suck it out," she moaned. "Suck it all out, Brucie. Every last drop." 
Clearly, the boy didn't have to be told what to do or how to go about it. 

He could hear his sister's labored breathing as he settled his searching 
mouth deeper into her viciously running vaginal hole. She beat her pelvis 
against his mouth, forcing him in deeper. Her vagina was on fire and only 
his sweet little tongue could ease the heat emanating from her inner 
recesses. 

Her gash was creaming prodigiously, and Bruce was having one hell of a time 
swallowing all her delicious juices. He compared the taste of his young 
sister's cunt juice to that of his mother's and found Betty's tasted better. 
It was sweeter, and thicker. 

The bed became a battle ground, the two adolescents squirming and wriggling 
with delight, especially Betty, as she waited for his pud to grow completely 
hard again in her hand so she could stick it in her cunt and feel it thrust 
tightly against her inner fuck flesh. 

"I want to taste your cock," Betty blurted out, realizing she wanted to do 
much more to the boy than that. She wanted him to do many things to her 
heated body too. She wondered what it would be like to be butt fucked by the 
delicious little boy. She already got a taste of his expert finger-and 
tongue fucking techniques, but she craved more. She could feel her orgasm 
coming on. 

Finally Bruce's little furry animal grew erect under the gentle, then harsh, 
then gentle, pulling of her hand. It stood straight and tall in all its 
glory, just begging to be fucking. She could almost hear it talking to her, 
telling her what to do. She slid down under the covers, then thought better 
of it and kicked away the remaining covers that were twisted above her 
ankles. She had to be completely free to do as she pleased. It was. a long 
time coming.... 

"Your dick is so hard and hot to the touch," she said. 

He twisted his body so his legs pointed toward her head. She got a firmer 
grip on his cock and began flailing it. Then, when it felt about ready to 
split in half in her hand he forced himself away, got up on his knees, his 
face flushed, and pushed her thighs even further apart, staring into her 
open cunt, his mouth watering with anticipation. 

"It's about time you lost your virginity too," he told her, panting like an 
animal in heat. 

Straddling her thighs, he bent down and took his cock in his own hand and 
pointed it to the dewy threshold of her desires. She could feel the head of 
his penis pressing against her cuntal opening. She took a deep breath and 
all her cunt muscles relaxed, leaving him a clear shot to his beloved 
objective, her twat. 

He could see her nubbin of pleasure winking at him, posed on the opening of 
her pussy, as if blocking his way. But he knew differently. He bent down and 
thrust his pelvis forward, his cock slipping easily into her. But halfway in 
he had to push very hard before he had his long prick all the way inside 
her. He nearly creamed right then and there but was able to stop for just a 
brief second and gather his energy and concentration. 

He wasn't about to cum inside her that quickly.-They had all night to fuck. 
He was determined to show his love for her by giving her orgasm after 
intense, pleasurable orgasm, until she would be screaming for mercy. 

He gave his hot dong one final-push and he was fully inside her. She moaned 
with pleasure and pain, realizing his was the first cock ever to enter her 
sacred snatch. 

"Ahhhhhh." she groaned as he rammed like a maddened bull into her 
now-humping crotch. 

"Ohhhh yessssss, fuck it, fuck it good, Brucie. Jesus you've got the biggest 
cock in the whole world. Shiittttt it's so fucking huge it's tearing me in 
half." 

"Your cunt is so beautifully tight," he sighed, sweat dripping off his body 
as a warm spring current of air gently blew through Betty's open window. 
"Not anything like Mum's. Jesus, Betty, you don't know how long I've been 
waiting for this moment." 

And it was true. Ever since he was eleven his love for his sister had taken 
on a sexual turning. He remembered when he first began jerking off, a week 
before his twelfth birthday. His thoughts then, those that had made him cum, 
were centered around Betty: what she looked like naked, what the two of them 
could do in bed together. 

Betty was seven years old when her mother Joan married Bruce's father Phil. 
Betty's father had disappeared one summer morning and was never heard from 
again. No, that wasn't quite true. Yes, it was the last time she had ever 
seen him, but she knew her mother had communicated with him and soon after 
divorce papers were filed and a year later she found she not only had a new 
father, who she grew to love very much, but a brother too. Bruce was then 
six years old, precocious and annoying at times as little brothers will be 
with an older sister. 

But nevertheless they had been very close from the start, Betty almost a 
mother for the boy, especially after Joan had started going to work to help 
support the family. Phil had been having troubles with his job but 
fortunately things Tightened themselves out before too long. 

The bond had been set, though, and brother and half-sister were almost one 
person, one entity. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," Betty groaned in delight as Bruce rammed into her another 
time. She grabbed him, clutching him to her, her nails raking his back. He 
could feel her cum, her body shaking and jerking with the force of her 
impending orgasm. 

Her legs wrapped themselves around his slim back. The pain in the boy's 
aching genitals grew, forcing the boy to thrust with rabbit-like speed. She 
pushed back hysterically, her orgasm beginning to climb inside her cunt. 

He could feel the tightening in his adolescent crotch, his breath, like 
hers, coming in short gasps. Betty's face, now twisted in ecstasy as her 
climax burst, showering his loins with hot cum sauce, soaking the sheets, 
swam like a mirage before his eyes, which were glazed over with lustful 
passion. 

His nuts strained in his sacs, preparing to shoot their precious load. His 
asshole sucked inward as he tried desperately to hold back from cumming 
inside her. His cock began pulsating in great heaving tremors. 

"Darling, darling, darling, darling." Betty squealed with pleasure, a mad 
grin of desire on her face, now dotted with perspiration. 

He plummeted his gorged member into her sucking cunt channel, feeling her 
untrained muscles fighting to embrace him, his shaft the biggest thing she 
had ever had inside her twat. 

She recalled now the times she had thought of this moment, times when she 
had fantasized about fucking her brother, of holding his cock in her hand as 
she had already done, of sucking it and drinking his hot fiery liquid. That 
would have to come next. 

But for the moment Betty had enough on her mind just trying to keep quiet 
and not fall off the bed. He was pumping into her with incredible force, his 
adolescent desires finally finding an outlet that could fully release his 
pent-up feeling. 

He wished he had his father's whip. He felt like hitting his sister with it. 
Not to beat her, to hurt her, but.... 

"Ohhhhhhhh," the breath was torn from her body, startling the boy with its 
abruptness, her body slamming against his just as he was into his 
downstroke. His cock fell out of her twat and he looked up at her, startled. 
She reached down and grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her quickly. The 
boy had no choice but to be led with it. She fondled it pressing it against 
her cheeks, rubbing it, forcing gism out of the piss mouth and rubbing that 
too into her skin, making her flesh shine with his syrupy cum. 

He pulled away from her then, and it nearly took all his strength to do so. 
He poised his penis head before the golden entrance of her pussy and plunged 
in again. Tears began streaming down his sister's beautiful face, now more 
beautiful than ever as her clit button swelled up against his shaft, 
pulsating in time to the veins in his penis. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." she repeated, a litany of desire, music to his 
ears. 

Bruce's cock was covered by a nerve-busting lava-like heat as her clit 
expanded to a monstrous size, making her pussy temperature climb another 
fifteen degrees, smashing down on him as he heaved upward into her, their 
bodies working like too well oiled machines. Fuck machines, Bruce thought. 

He heard her moaning and groaning with pure joy as she slammed her pelvis 
downward over his cock, burying it completely inside her fuck channel. He 
was thrown into an abyss of mindless fuck sensations as she flew with wild 
abandon over him. 

More than ever before he felt his love for her well up inside his chest, 
making his onrushing orgasm more wondrous, even in anticipation. It was a 
new world, one which he had only come to know with his mother and father, 
and now was fully appreciating as he continued pumping his meat into the 
thirteen-year-old girl's hot little tight pussy. 

Her mouth came down on his just at the point of cumming. They ejaculated 
together, their cums merging like two rivers, running viscously down the 
corners of her cunt, staining the sheets and wetting their upper thighs. 

His precious juices shot into her, his spouting cock jerking as if in a 
death throe with her cuntal flesh. She kept on after orgasm after orgasm 
rushed through her, revitalizing her, spurring her on until she was half 
crazed with cuntal sensations. She went through mammoth spasms of climax, 
her bones rattling, her brain in a complete daze. 

Suddenly, with a dying groan, she collapsed back onto the bed, her head 
falling gratefully onto her pillow, her long blonde hair spraying over the 
pillow, now matted with her sweat. 

His body lay limply on top of hers. It was over. He had cum inside her. It 
had been like the rush of all the winds on earth. He had never known such 
mind-boggling sensations before, each one better than the last. It was 
absolutely uncanny! 

Her lips nibbled at his ears. Then her hips silently began working in slow, 
sensual movements, his limp cock being forced to press against her dewy fuck 
box, the hairs tickling his balls. He kissed her closed eyelids, realizing 
suddenly that he would have to cum again. With his beautiful sister. What 
could be more perfect? 

"Ohhhh, Betty," he whispered passionately into her ear. She responded by 
combing his longish brown hair with her fingers, massaging his scalp 
lightly, moaning softly, under her breath, as she felt his cock once again 
harden next to her pale body. 

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" she whispered. 

"Maybe it was a good thing you came home unexpectantly after all," Bruce 
replied, nibbling at her ear. "Mom was really worried. Dad too. They were 
worried that you might do something foolish like run away from home or going 
to tell the police or something like that." 

"You know I would never do a thing like that," her voice sounding detached, 
as if someone else were speaking for her. 

"Sure, but, uhhh, I wasn't so sure myself after I saw your face. You looked 
so surprised. I thought you would faint!" They giggled and then kissed, 
their arms caressing, hers going to the boy's swollen groin, his to her 
finely textured breasts, massaging the nipples, making them harden and ache 
with desire until Betty was forced to realize that there were many parts of 
a woman that could be turned on by a man. 

"Suck my cock," he asked her. "Yes, Bruce. I was just about to say the same 
thing." 

"Suck my cock?" 

She laughed. "No, silly. Suck YOUR cock." 

She took his heaving muscle in her hand and began stroking it. "Is this how 
boys masturbate?" she asked innocently. 

"Come on, Sis, don't be so naive. Course it's the way. But I bet if you do 
it it'll make me feel much better." 

"We'll see," she taunted him playfully. 

She leaned over his belly, her fair hair falling over his body, and pressed 
his cock to her hot lips. Her tongue darted out and circled over the penis 
head, reveling in its warm smoothness, the purple skin pulled back tightly 
over the pulsating dome-like shape. 

She had never known such excitement before. 

"Hey," Bruce suddenly said. "I've got an idea." He forced her to let go of 
his cock and ran out of his room. He came back a minute later with a huge 
dildo in his hand, an almost exact replica of his own piece of fuck flesh. 

"Jesus, what are you going to do with that?" betty asked, frightened. She 
had heard about dildos but had never, up until now, actually seen one. Now 
that it was staring her in the face she could feel her heart pounding. It 
looked so life-like-made of soft, durable rubber, the veins were etched out 
on the erect phallus and even the balls were there, round and hard. 

He lay back alongside her. "Keep sucking," he instructed his sister. "I've 
got a pleasant little surprise for you." 

"That won't hurt my cunt, will it Brucie?" 

"No. Not your cunt, because it's your ass I was thinking of." His eyes shone 
delightfully, as if two fires had been lit inside his head. 

"My ass!" 

"Sssshhh. For Christ's sake, don't make too much noise. I don't want them 
coming in and spoiling the fun. It won't hurt too much, I promise. Here...." 
He got up again and raced out of the room, returning with a small jar of 
vaseline jelly. 

Opening the cap, he smeared the phallus with the jelly. "This is Mom's dildo 
but I use it sometimes when I'm wanking off. I like to stick it up my ass, 
know what I mean?" He giggled. 

They lay facing one another and he pressed his loins against hers, so that 
she could fully appreciate his enormous schlong, as if he was comparing it 
with the rubber penis he held in his hand. 

"Ready?" 

She nodded, swallowing hard, taking his cock in her hand as if for support, 
beginning to stroke it almost absentmindedly, her body tensing up, her anal 
hole opening and contracting, the puckered brown star ready to be invaded by 
her brother's sexy looking toy. 

Only a game, her mother had said. 

His hand sticky with the petroleum jelly, he gently pressed the penis knob 
against her puckered hole. He could see her tenseness wasn't going to make 
matters that easy. He would have to be careful. He began shaking in 
anticipation, wanting to watch as the phallus shaft slowly would disappear 
inside her butt. 

Tremendously excited, her hand now slowly rubbing over his member, Bruce 
jammed in the head of the cock, making the girl groan with pain. Then he 
swirled the tip around inside her, tantalizing her, making her moans grow in 
intensity. 

"MMMMmmmmm ... OHHHHHHHHH!" 

When nearly a third of the dildo was inside, the lubricant helping it enter, 
he gripped the penis shaft in his hand as tightly as he could then he rammed 
it up her butt with frightening effort. 

She thought she would die. Her body screamed in agony, her virgin ass flesh 
steaming with agony. He thought for sure that he had permanently crippled 
her. She could feel nothing below her waist. Then the sensations began to 
pick up tempo, as if suddenly awakening from a refreshing slumber. 

Her ass muscles fought over the intruder as it pressed all the way against 
her prostrate, making her ass burn like never before. It was almost like the 
beginnings of an orgasm, but not quite. She wanted to weep, to tell him to 
stop, but she couldn't. She realized she didn't want him to stop. Ever. 

"Oh fuck, Bruce. Oh fuck it ... it...." Tears ran down her cheeks and the 
sight of that made the boy much more excited than he already was. "I can't 
stand it. It's too big. My ass isn't big enough to hold it. It's cutting 
right through me, Brucie, believe me. Ohhhh but it does feel good. I've 
never experienced a sensation like it before. 

"There's more to come," Bruce said cryptically. 

"Not so hard ... oh that's it. THAT'S IT. Ohh brother is that ever it. My 
God. My God." 

She took his swollen beast in her hand and continued her steady stroking, 
trying to milk him of every drop of fuck fluid. She could feel the liquid 
churning and gurgling in his tight sacs. She cupped his balls, feeling their 
weight, enjoying their hairlessness, their plumpness, like a bunch of 
grapes. 

Meanwhile, he ran the pole through her, in and' out, in and out, her asshole 
stretching to accommodate such a huge phallus. It truly was painful, but 
Bruce assured her it would only be this time. Then the pain would subside 
once the muscles had time to adjust. 

Bolstered by this, her pelvis squirmed, then she humped back at him, 
tentatively at first as the pain was still there, making a dull ache in her 
loins, spreading over her entire body. But the pleasure was there too. That 
was undeniable. 

"Suck me now," he commanded and something in his voice made her slide 
downward until she was able to take his member into her and suck on it, 
chewing on the juicy knob as it trickled cum sauce. 

She drilled her tongue into the piss slit, being rewarded by another dribble 
of delicious tasting male cum. She had never tasted cum before and she was 
enjoying each taste, as if it were a new recipe she was trying out. 

He rammed that phallus into her with ever increasing tempo, as she increased 
her motions over his cock, still, not able to take "every inch of it in, but 
trying her damndest to do so. 

"Harder," he pleaded as he jammed the phallus all the way inside her. She 
felt new and very strange and weird sensations. She had never thought her 
asshole could be another source of sexual pleasure. 

"It's your discovery," Bruce said, as if reading her mind. "Mom told me 
about it. She really digs it. You should see it when Dad's cock goes inside 
her. You think mine is big wait until you see his." 

"I already have," she said, explaining in detail what she had seen when she 
unexpectantly walked into her parents' bedroom. 

"I didn't realize you were able to take in so much," Bruce replied. "It 
seemed to happen so quickly. One minute you were standing there looking at 
us, your face about to break into tears, and the next minute you were flying 
out of the room and we had a hell of a time getting you to open the door. 
Mom even thought you were committing suicide or something. She was really 
worried." 

And with good reason, Betty mused. It's not every mother that's caught being 
butt-fucked by her own twelve-year-old son, while her husband prepares to 
fuck her, striking her with a whip. And the mask. Yes, she had completely 
forgotten about the mask. It was like a Halloween mask, made of leather, 
black, showing only his mouth and eyes like protective woolen face masks you 
wear when it's really cold. 

Yes, she remembered that now. The black leather mask and the black 
stockings. Bruce had been the only one of the three who was fully naked. 

She finally managed to get three quarters of his cock into her mouth. Bruce 
lectured her about her ass, informing her that was where the pleasure 
sensations arose, once the sensitive membrane was touched. 

Betty could see and feel just what he was talking about as the knob of his 
cock journeyed all the way up her shit channel and jabbed violently against 
her trembling muscle . She came, her cunt shuttering as it sent out a spray 
of juice that showered the boy's thighs. 

Betty was in seventh heaven.. 

She began gagging on his huge member, and instead of helping her he began 
pumping it more fiercely into her orifice, not out of maliciousness, but 
because his cock had taken over his body completely. He was a prisoner of 
his own cock. The sensations traveling like electrical currents in his loins 
was too much to cope with, despite all the practice he had received from his 
mother and father. Now that he was actually fucking and sucking and tonguing 
his beloved sister he found the sensations being produced so abundantly 
inside his cock were too much to control. 

His nuts slapped against her chin as he fucked her mouth. His cock shaft 
glistened with her saliva. She licked his bulbous prick head, then ran her 
tongue over it before again pausing to drill her fleshy tip into his piss 
slit, once again getting a taste of what was to come. 

She began gagging less and enjoying it more. She was able to take almost 
every square inch of his prick in her mouth, and she strove to swallow him 
whole, knowing this would please the boy more than anything else in the 
world. 

But it would take some practice. This was the first blow job of her young 
life. She resigned herself to the fact she would have to really practice, 
get herself really proficient in the methods of making love, of satisfying 
her darling little brother as he so cutely wanted to please her. 

She grabbed his cock staff with one hand to steady his pelvic thrusts. In 
and out his cock went, and the boy eagerly awaited the blissful moment, now 
just around the corner, when he would reach that gloriously intense moment 
of orgasm, something he now worshipped. 

"Suck," he moaned, closing his eyes, which had suddenly become heavy lidded. 

She was finding it hard to concentrate though because of the new and 
pleasant sensations being adjusted inside her asshole. It was as if a great 
tide was falling over her, washing through her, cleansing her even more than 
she already was. 

Again she thought, why haven't we done this before. All that damn time 
wasted in daydreaming, when it could've been for real. 

She sucked eagerly now, getting more watery mouthfuls of his pre-cum sauce 
as the real spicy wads were still being heated up in his balls, ready to be 
ejaculated through the very tube she was now sucking on as if it were candy. 

He moaned and sighed under her hand movements, but he kept the dildo working 
inside her, pressing against her already overworked inner flesh drilling the 
thing inside her, making it circle thrillingly up her shit streaked channel. 

Then their movements became steady, regulated, his phallus thrusts In direct 
unison with her bobbing up and down over his gorged member. She licked and 
sucked at every particle of his fuck flesh, watching the meat grow redder 
and hotter with desire, the veins protruding, pulsating with blood, the 
underside so smooth and hairless. 

She cupped the boy's delightful looking balls and watched the way the little 
inner sacs moved around like fish in a bowl of water. Only the sacs were 
swimming in a lake of cum. Only the lake was about to go dry. At least 
momentarily. 

He let go of the dildo and her untrained ass muscles quickly forced it out 
of her ass with a little popping noise. He was nearly crying with delight 
now, concentrating only on mouth fucking her, his slim body grinding against 
her face. 

"Oh Betty, oh Betty, Ohhhhhhhhh," he murmured, Ms body streaming with sweat, 
the room temperature having gone up another few degrees merely from the heat 
being generated by their working bodies. 

He got on his knees, straddling her chest, and bracing his palms on the 
pillow, throwing his head back and thrusting forward with his hips, slamming 
into her with so much force now that she could hardly catch her breath 
in-between the strokes. Her mouth was filled completely with his cock. There 
wasn't an inch to spare. 

"That's it, Sis," he said, his voice tight with emotion, his every muscle 
stretched taunt, to the snapping point. 

In and out his member went, pressing against the back of her throat. She 
tried desperately not to gag. She wondered how she would be able to handle 
all the cum, once it flooded her mouth. 

She was about to find out. 

He suddenly let out a strangled gurgling sound and fell over her face, 
nearly suffocating her. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him away far 
enough so she had enough room, her nostrils gratefully filling with air. She 
pried open his ass cheeks and was just about to slam her middle digit inside 
his cute little butt when he ejaculated. 

She was nearly thrown off the bed. 

He pounded into her. clutching her hair, yelping with delight, his boy sperm 
rising to the task at hand and rushing hotly from his tube opening and into 
her sucking orifice. Somehow she did manage to cope with it all. But much of 
the semen was lost. It dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, running 
down her breasts and neck, dripping and smearing his body as well as hers. 

He tasted delicious beyond words. Sweet and salty at the same time. And so 
hot and juicy, the thick milky strands of cum sauce gurgling down her 
throat, refreshing her, making her cum again and again as he was after 
countless wad into her avidly sucking and swallowing mouth. It was an 
intense moment in both their lives and they would never forget it as long as 
they lived. 

God he tasted good. 

But the enjoyment had to come to an end. He was soon depleted of his 
storehouse of cum. His limp, aching cock fell from her sperm-stained lips. 
She swallowed the remainder of his juice and licked her lips in 
appreciation. 

He fell back on the bed, his balls slapping against his thigh. "Wow." he 
said, expelling a deep lungful of air. "You're one hell of a cock sucker, 
Sis." 

Betty never felt so proud in her life. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Mother thought you and I ought to have a talk." 

Betty didn't expect to see her father home so early. She had just walked in 
the door from school. She was nervous. 

"Let's go up to your room," Phil continued, starting' for the stairs. "I 
think we'll be more comfortable. By the way, where's Bruce?" 

Betty put her school books on the table, remembering how these were the same 
books she had dropped on the floor the other night, when she had come back 
unexpectantly early. "I saw him during lunch. He said he was going to stay 
after and play some basketball with the guys." 

Her step-father nodded and Betty followed him silently up the stairs. 

"Where's Mom?" she asked as they sat on her bed. 

"Oh, she had to see one of the neighbor's. Mrs. Samuals." Silence. 

"Well, Bruce told me what went on in your room last night." 

This came as a complete surprise to Betty. She felt slightly hurt that her 
brother could admit that to her step-father so quickly after it had 
happened, not that they had sworn each other to secrecy, but nevertheless he 
should have told her he was going to mention it to Phil. 

"Oh." She blushed. 

Phil chuckled good naturedly. "Don't be embarrassed. I know it's been a 
while in coming. I expected it to happen much sooner actually. I bet you're 
annoyed with Bruce for telling me." 

Betty nodded. "When did he have the time to tell you?" she asked, puzzled. 
Everything was happening so quickly. 

"He told me after breakfast. He left later than you for school this 
morning." 

"Oh." What more could she say? 

"Hey," Phil smiled, "don't pout like that." he reached out and lightly 
stroked her cheek. It felt flushed. Betty was uncomfortable with her 
step-father, but for the first time that she could remember. Right from the 
start of the marriage she and Phil had hit it off. She felt ... she searched 
her mind for the right word ... disappointed that her step-father had never 
told her, even hinted at, the bizarre goings-on, the ritualistic sexual 
"games" they were playing. 

"We don't have any secrets from one another," Phil said. The incongruity of 
his statement hit Betty like a sharp slap across the face. 

She turned to him, her face burning. He put up his hand and said: "I know, I 
know. Let me explain. We were hoping to keep our, uh, sexual proclivities 
from you both until you were a bit older and more able to cope with the 
idea, but when Bruce accidentally heard us, just like you accidentally 
walked in, we had to involve him earlier than we planned. You see, Betty, we 
always envisioned this as a family thing. We would each give one another 
pleasure. We felt our love for each other was strong enough-a foundation so 
to speak upon which we could build, explore new feelings ... I don't think 
I'm. explaining myself well ... frankly I wasn't expecting this sort of 
thing to happen...." 

"but now that it has...." 

"Now that it has it's perhaps for the better. This way we can be honest with 
each other. Your mother was feeling awfully guilty there for a while, and 
now that guilt has surfaced again. She's quite worried about you. I think 
she's almost too frightened to discuss this with you. That's why she asked 
me to." 

"Daddy...." 

"Yes, sweetheart?" He put his arm around her and drew her close to him. She 
put her head against his shoulder. 

"I love you and Mom and Brucie all very much. I'm not really mad at Brucie 
... I guess it was difficult for all of you...." 

"We never expected Bruce to cope so well ... It was a spontaneous thing ... 
he was suddenly there...." 

"I know. He told me all about it last night." 

Phil combed his fingers through her long blonde hair. His eyes wandered on 
to watch the rising and falling of her breasts, hidden from view inside her 
light green blouse. Her jeans were so tight he could just make out the 
outline of her labia. He felt a tightening in his groin. 

"You are a beautiful young girl," Phil whispered, kissing her cheek. She 
turned to him and parted her lips, closing her eyes. They kissed hungrily. 
She thought of Bruce and wished he was with her now, to give her the support 
she felt she needed. Then she decided to just let go, come what may. 

"Your hair is so silky and soft," he said, running his fingers through them, 
watching the light from her window playing on the individual strands, giving 
each one a life of their own. 

They kissed again and his tongue went between her parted lips and caressed 
her gums, her inner cheeks, her teeth, tasting her sweet breath, her breasts 
pressed against his chest, the rising and falling of her tits becoming more 
rapidly paced. 

His crotch swelled, his cock snaking slowly upward toward his belly. 

He unbuttoned her top button. When Betty gave no resistance, her breath hot 
and heavy against his ear, he finished unbuttoning the blouse, then parted 
it, pulling the shirt tails from out of her jeans, revealing her pale, 
alluring flesh. 

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, I can see already your penis is so nice and hard." 

He could have jumped for joy. "Feel it," he instructed her. 

Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she placed her hand on his 
groin, feeling it swell up some more instantly. Her heart beat faster, as if 
the movements of her heart and his cock were somehow joined. She cupped his 
crotch and he squirmed, moaning. His cock shaft continued stretching, the 
head becoming more bulbous underneath his trousers. 

"My sweet little girl," he murmured. "Daddy's little princess...." 

His words excited her. Her fingers were poised on the upper end of his 
zipper, ready to flick the catch down. He, meanwhile, had reached behind 
her, his fingers fluttering nervously over her skin, and unsnapped the catch 
of her bra. She let him lift her blouse off her shoulders and throw away the 
bra. 

Her tits were pale and full, the nipples in contrast a delicious red, erect 
like two little soldiers. He cupped a breast in each hand, weighing them, 
caressing them, kneading the tit flesh like dough. Her skin was so 
youthfully fresh, free or wrinkles, seemingly untouched, though he knew she 
had already been deflowered by his own son and he felt proud of the boy. 
Like father, like son, he thought, forcing back a cry of joy as he took her 
in his arms and they both leaned against the bed board, their sighs filling 
the room. 

He pressed and rubbed and massaged her tits, rejoicing in their surprising 
fullness. If she's only thirteen now, he thought, imagine what she'll be 
like at sixteen, nineteen ... twenty-one ... She would be his for life. 

He bent his head, jerking slightly as she squeezed his crotch, hypnotized by 
the spasmodic movements of his swelling dick, and took one nipple between 
his teeth and gently nibbled on it, sending her into throes of ecstasy. He 
licked her cherry nipple, tasting her flesh, the little knob becoming more 
and more taunt as he sucked and licked it repeatedly. 

His hands were all over her-her back, her shoulders, her face, and down 
toward her crotch, which he cupped in his palm, forcing her to rise off the 
bed and sit on his hand. She squealed with delight. 

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, do it to me ... show your love for me the only true way ... 
I want to feel your cock...." She unzipped his pants. "I can tell already 
that it's so big and strong, like you, oh my God it feels enormous ... 
Jesus." 

His cock, once she had pulled his pants and boxer shorts down below his 
knees, sprung to life, like a jack-in-the-box.. It was dark, surrounded with 
curly black pubic hairs. 

She realized she was looking at Bruce's cock as it would appear years from 
now. She ran her fingers through his pubes like he had run his fingers 
through the hair on her head. His balls pulsated, the sacs swelling up 
terrifically. His shaft was well over eleven inches long, enormously long 
and thick like a flag pole. It completely captivated Betty. She never 
imagined a man could have a cock so big. It looked like a large furry animal 
which had attached itself to Phil's groin. 

She watched as the knob swelled and purpled with blood, the shaft veins 
protruding as they filled with the blood rushing up to his 'domed prick 
head. She didn't yet dare touch the man's shaft, it seemed too terrifyingly 
big. She was frightened just to look at it, her cunt twitching nervously as 
she wondered how it would feel being shoved in and out of her tight 
adolescent pussy. And she thought Bruce's penis had been big. 

His left hand disappeared inside her pants, making contact with her dewy 
cunt. She moaned, unbuttoning his shirt, her hand running across his hairy 
chest. His body was quite a contrast to her younger brother's, whose slim 
youthful-looking frame was hairless, save for the slight whisp of pubic hair 
moustaching his loins. 

Her step-father's body, on the other hand, was hairy and much more muscular 
than his twelve-year-old son. Betty was becoming more and more turned on as 
she compared the man next to her to her memory of last night, when she had 
been in her brother's trembling arms, embracing him, his fine looking cock 
slicing through her cuntal flesh. 

She suddenly felt a delicious pang of love for her step-father. She slipped 
his shirt over his shoulders and he kicked off his pants and underwear. Now 
he was completely naked, his cock almost menacingly standing, straight and 
lean above his loins. 

Her panties were now soaked as she began creaming heavily, his fingers like 
little bursts of thunder and lightening as they slipped into her tight fuck 
channel, reaming her burgeoning clit button, exciting her like she had never 
been excited before in her life. 

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Please, Daddy I want to feel your cock meat inside 
me...." 

"Yessss, princess, ohhhh, yes." he moaned excitedly. 

Soon her pants were off, the sopping panties on her bedroom floor and her 
cunt was in full view. It was like a work of art to her step-father. She, 
like her brother, had only the barest shadow of pubic curls, and this alone 
was enough to drive Phil up the wall. His heart was tripping madly, his 
panting breath like fire in his lungs. 

Her cunt lips were full and glisteningly wet. He pulled apart her labia and 
was greeted by the inviting sight of her clitoris, which seemed large for a 
girl her age. His fingers grew moist as he worked them over her labia, not 
entering her yet, putting that delicious moment off in order to bring 
himself to the peak of excitement. 

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, locking her fingers around the 
penis into a fist. Then he pressed her hand and she squeezed him, watching 
the blood rush up to the penis head, swelling it up even more. His piss slit 
gaped open and a pearly clear drop of pre-cum sauce emerged, dotting his 
head like one huge inverted exclamation mark. Her cunt began creaming like a 
fountain, staining her upper inner thighs and causing a stain to spread on 
the sheets below her. 

"Ohhhh my God, but you'll learn quickly," he moaned. 

"And what about the whip, Daddy," she panted. 

"They'll be time for that, sweetheart," he replied, his heart pounding so 
hard he thought it would push right through his chest. 

"Does it hurt," she persisted. 

"Only if you want it to, my dear. I can give you more pleasure than you ever 
imagined. But let's wait ... until Mother and Bruce join us ... later ... 
not now ... now it's just the two of us ... you have so much to learn and I 
have so much to teach you my sweet little girl." 

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, yesssss." 

He slipped two fingers into her creaming twat, making instant contact with 
her sensitive clit, her nubbin of pleasure. She yelped with desire, feeling 
electric-like jolts flashing upward from her excited loins. God it felt 
good. 

She began pumping on his cock, masturbating him, the flow of pearly cum 
drops increasing, spilling from his open cock slit. 

Betty's step-father felt like a young boy having his first sexual encounter. 
She was doing things to his body in her little-girl way that was sending him 
up the walls with desire and pleasure. 

He looked down at himself and saw his huge erection grow another quarter of 
an inch in length and almost twice that size in thickness. His wife had 
never been able to do that so quickly before. Which was one reason they used 
whips and leather wear. It was the ritualistic aspect that turned them both 
on. 

At times they would get so involved he would beat her with the whip until 
she bled, great red blotches and welts appearing on her back,, her thighs, 
across her cunt. Then she would strike out at him, even slashing at his 
penis until he would have to grab the whip out of her hands and force her 
down as if raping her, her body more excited than he had ever known it to 
be. She was a wild woman at times, uncontrollable like a beast in the 
deepest forest. 

And Phil loved every minute of it. 

Now, drenched with sweat, the man began pumping upward with his hips, in 
motion with Betty's fist as it went up and down, slowly at first, then 
becoming more and more rapid, until, her hand was but a blur as it flailed 
her step-father's gigantic organ. 

They kissed, his fingers playing musical cords inside her cum-slippery cunt. 
His fingers probed deeper and deeper, bringing her to the peak of orgasm 
until her body gave a savage series of spasms and she came, her face pressed 
against his chest. She moaned with pleasure, her cunt overflowing its 
delicious cunt fluids over Phil's actively working fingers, soaking his 
hand, cum dripping off his knuckles and soaking the sheets beneath her perky 
little ass. 

"Shut it," he whispered suggestively in her ear as her orgasm subsided. 

"But ... but it's so big," she said, wiping tears of pleasure from her eyes. 
"I-I don't think I can take it all in. I had enough trouble with Brucie last 
night." 

"Yes, he does take after his old Dad in that respect." They smiled at one 
another. "But you'll have to give it a try, dear; it'll take a while, I 
know, but after you get your first taste of male gism you'll be hooked for 
the rest of your life, believe me. It's the same with a man and his first 
sip of a woman's pussy." 

He pressed the flat of his hand on the back of her head and she went down on 
him, her hand holding his huge dong as if for support. 

With lazy slowness, like a tiger about to spring on its prey, Betty sat up 
next to her step-father, twisting around and lying on her side next to him, 
her head next to his thighs. Her fingers played gently with his erect prick, 
making it spring to life, the flesh pulled over the glans good and tight. 

With a sudden jerk, Phil pulled her up and over him, her face falling 
heavily over his sweaty cock, the balls like miniature basket balls a mere 
inch from her mouth. She moaned erotically, her eyes taking on a sleepy look 
of love and Phil felt her rubbing her face in his crotch, licking madly at 
his cum-filled nuts, sucking the flesh of his cock clean of all manly sweat. 

Phil pulled her legs apart over his head until her creamy snatch was looking 
him right in the eye. Then he allowed her to gently settle on his face so he 
could give her a good eating out. He could feel her body quivering with 
growing excitement as she mewed and purred over his erect meat, wetting it 
down and sucking on it he was so erect it was actually painful for him. 

He pulled down on her hips, mashing her down over his loins and he could 
have wept for joy when he felt her lift up his weighty balls to lick at his 
hidden ass crack. She tickled his ass hairs with the tip of her tongue, 
nearly bringing him to orgasm right then and there. But he managed somehow 
to gain full control over his body functions and hold back, his every muscle 
straining to prolong the pleasure. 

His cock was at its steel-like hardness, throbbing defiantly against her 
pretty little face as she went back to sucking on his broad cockhead, 
momentarily forgetting about his puckered asshole. As his excitement 
increased, he raised his hips, digging more and more of his hard prick in 
and out of her wetly sucking mouth. 

He trembled and almost hit the ceiling as her tongue ran delicately around 
the high-ridged glans, tickling, making it quiver delightfully in her 
sucking orifice. He strained to hold back, trying to enjoy her blow job as 
long as humanly possible. 

He loved every touch of her tongue, every movement of her mouth until his 
whole body was one quivering mass of flesh, under the expert control of pure 
cock sensations, ready to explode blissfully at any time, to disintegrate 
into climactic fury. 

He felt the awesome swell in his hairy balls as they drew up tight to the 
base of his prick and tensed, hesitating. Then, as if realizing he was 
terribly close to bursting in her mouth, she let his hard cock fall from her 
mouth, making a sharp slap as it slammed back against his belly and she 
returned to his asshole, craning her head so she could get her pointed 
tongue pressed hard against the brown puckering that was his quivering 
asshole. 

She pressed the tip of her fleshy tongue against his starred opening, and he 
groaned with pleasure, closing his eyes and taking one deep breath before 
finally plunging his face into her fuck box, his nose tickling her clitoris. 

She licked at his ass crevice, her nostrils filling with his musky 
manliness. His eyes rolled back in his head as his asshole opened, then 
contracted, allowing her entrance to his shit-smeared channel. She ran her 
snake-like tongue up as far as it would go, his ass muscles grabbing the 
fleshy intruder as if embracing it with desire. 

His anal channel opened miraculously as she probed further and further 
inside him, journeying toward his prostrate, finally making contact with it, 
licking him there, caressing his sensitized inner flesh until he thought he 
would pass out. 

His tongue tip darting up against her enlarged clitoris. He flicked at it, 
jabbing her burgeoned piece of pleasure knob, his tongue slashing at her 
like a whip, darting at her from between his teeth. She began creaming 
heavily until he was soon swallowing great heaping wads of her female cum, 
its heady fragrance filling the room, driving him to previously unknown 
heights of passion and pleasure. 

He was almost hysterical with joy as she ate out his asshole, her finger 
then replacing his tongue, which quickly, impatiently, returned to his 
member. Her middle digit traveling all the way up inside him until it jabbed 
his prostrate, fingering it unmercifully until he felt like crying out for 
her to stop. 

Instead he said, "More, more, more. My little daughter is so good at 
sucking' out her father's asshole. Bet ... you're been practicing with ... 
Bruce ... right?" 

She looked up to him and smiled, letting go of his cock long enough to let 
him see her licking it with her tongue. Her finger was rammed all the way up 
his shit-soaked tube, working away inside him like a power drill, circling 
viciously, not giving his inner rectum a moment's rest. She was truly making 
up for lost time, wishing she had gotten to know her step-father more 
closely like this before. Since she was eleven, just barely eleven, that is, 
she fluctuated in her fantasizing between her (then) ten-year-old brother, 
whose cock even then she had once, only briefly, seen dangling down between 
his thighs, like an elephant's trunk, and her step-father, both of whom she 
loved dearly, as she was now demonstrating, as she had on her adorable 
brother the previous night. 

"Jesus H. Christ that's a wild tongue you've got there, Betty dear," Phil 
said between clenched teeth. "You sure Bruce was the first boy you've ever 
had?" 

Betty stopped her sucking long enough to look into her step-father's eyes 
and nod yes. Then she returned to his gorged cock shaft, making it throb 
incessantly as he went back to tonguing out her clitoris, his lips kissing 
her pouting labia, the furriness of her pubic hairs tickling and massaging 
his nose and chin. 

His face was smeared with her cum sauce as she was now creaming to beat the 
band, heading for another awesome orgasm. 

Then he came in her mouth. It was so sudden, the sensation quickly darting 
up his cock shaft as if it were a straw, that the man was totally unprepared 
and unable to hold back any longer. With one great heave of his hips he 
plowed into her, pushing almost all of his cock inside her. 

"Suck it all, damn you, all of it." He took her roughly by the hair and 
forced her further down over his member until she was gagging. 

He ejaculated into her avidly sucking orifice, instantly filling her to the 
brim, steam coming from the corners of her mouth, his cum was so fucking 
hot. 

He screamed in delight, his voice breaking like an adolescent. It was pure 
bliss. 

He pounded into her, almost breaking her jaw, and she gagged-on his dick 
until her face was beet red. Much of his cum fell from her lips in white 
viscous lumps, trailing wetly down her chin and dripping onto his thighs and 
running off his tightly pressed balls. 

Wad after molten hot wad flew into her with such speed it took her breath 
away. In and out went his ejaculating member, all the way to the back of her 
throat until she started choking, still he fucked her mouth, not pausing to 
let her recover because by then he would have been totally spent. He wasn't 
wasting a moment. 

"Agggggrrrrrrhhh," he yelped. "My fucking cock is going to break 
offffff...." He just kept going on and on. "Oh my God yeeeeeeeaaaa ... 
woooooooaaaaaa...." 

She was pouring cunt juice all over his face, neck and shoulders as her 
excitement reached a feverish peak and she came again, her juices being 
swallowed as soon as they were out. 

He was a human sucking machine, his lips never getting enough of his young 
daughter's honey-tasting twat. 

His tongue whipped her clit button until she was crying out for him to stop, 
her hand over his still rigid phallus, her mouth bobbing up and down with 
regularity, her tongue and lips at work. 

The room was filled with the moans and groans that could only characterize 
fucking or sucking. He was having a field day with her cunt, eating her out 
completely, forcing her body to produce more and more cunt lava until he 
thought he would burst, juice oozing out of his every pore. 

But he managed to swallow more of her cum than Betty was taking in of his. 
Yet this didn't bother him. She has plenty of time to learn properly, he 
thought, brilliant colors exploding before his eyes. 

God, he thought, she tastes so damn good. He'd have young pussy any day of 
the week. 

Jesus, Betty thought with amazement, he must have grown another foot inside 
me. He's like a telephone pole jerking against the back of my throat. I've 
never felt anything like it. Please go on, she pleaded with herself. Don't 
make me gag or vomit. Please. PLEASE!" 

She wallowed in his sea of cum. trying desperately to quench her thirst for 
his male essence, her tongue and lips working in unison to milk every drop 
of his cum. And she was succeeding, better than she ever imagined possible. 
He was a fountain with unlimited resources. He came again and again, a chain 
series of orgasms, filling her to the brim, sperm spilling over and running 
down her body and his, which was already covered with her watery fuck 
liquid. 

"Oooooohhh ... ahhhhhhh ... suck it suck it suck it suck it. More ... that's 
the ticket sweetheart ... my little girl cock sucker ... Jesus that feels 
just fine ... just ... just YAAAAAAAAAAAA!" 

Another pulsating wad of cum settled deep inside her throat until she was 
feeling dizzy with all the liquid she was forced to cope with. It was too 
much for any young girl to handle. Yet she persevered. She nearly vomited 
twice, his cock resting way back, almost down her throat, and because of the 
exciting presence of his huge prick in her mouth she was excited to the 
point where she came over and over again, each orgasm far better than the 
last until they were reaching such intensity that she was unable to stand 
the pleasure. Her poor cunt was aching to be fucked. 

He was drowning in her flowing female jizz. Periodically he would raise his 
head and breathe in a lungful of air, then ram his nose deep inside her 
creamy thatch. 

"So big," his step-daughter said with undisguised admiration, "and thick 
too." 

"Ohhhhh my sweet little princess blow jobber," he moaned incoherently, his 
body convulsing in ecstasy. He plummeted his cock into her sucking orifice, 
feeling her cheeks hollow out as she expelled air, trying desperately not to 
choke, that being the one main thought in her head, not to ruin it for him, 
this being her first blow job on her beloved step-father. 

Finally he was thoroughly, but thoroughly spent. He fell back with his head 
on the pillow. Betty fell back at his feet, letting his now flaccid schlong 
to rest for a while, until the next sexual onslaught. 

After licking both her lips and his cum-smeared cock clean she pried open 
his brown anus and pressed her finger, then her deeply searching tongue, to 
find out if the fragrance she detected earlier was true. .If so, her 
step-father had to have the cleanest asshole in town. 

She smelled again. Yes. It was like smelling a man's cologne. 

"We all wash very well as you can smell, Betty," he said, as if reading her 
very thoughts. "Mother and I don't want any unpleasantness to interfere with 
our nightly pleasure." 

"You do this sort of thing every night?" Betty asked somewhat sheepishly, 
not believing that a man her father's age or a woman her mother's age 
(actually they were both only in their early forties, but this seemed very 
old to Betty) could continue on such a basis. Yet it was true. Owing to 
conditioning over a period of years during their marriage and even before, 
both Joan and Phil were able to go to great lengths to satisfy one another. 
That was vital to them both, satisfaction guaranteed. 

And Betty, his stunningly beautiful daughter, would tonight be "initiated 
into the pleasure of S-M sex as Phil thought of it, with its inherent 
Beatings and fucking, both of them savage and eminently pleasurable. 

Perhaps not every night, Betty, but whenever we feel like it, which I 
suppose is quite often nevertheless." He lay his hand over her heaving 
breast. "But let's not talk anymore now. We still have a lot to get to know 
about each other." 

With that, he began fingering her nipples, first the left then the right, 
from one to the other, back and forth, again and again, until his 
thirteen-year-old step-daughter was climbing the walls with pleasure. Her 
clitoris began jerking frantically inside her swelling pussy. Her walls were 
oozing fuck cream. Her cuntal muscles were opening and closing, as if 
embracing a man's penis. 

She began writhing, her hot adolescent mouth pressed tightly against her 
step-father's lips, their tongues flicking inside, gumming, going in and out 
like two tiny snakes. 

He alternately squeezed and fondled her tits, the titflesh seeming to swell 
and become ten degrees hotter than before. Her whole body in fact was taking 
on a red hue, as if a hidden raging fire were swelling upward, consuming her 
completely. 

She pressed him close to her and he began fingering her sweating cunt, the 
hairs feeling springy and moist, wet with her fuck juice which was now 
beginning to steadily flow down Phil's fingers as they jammed and thrust 
into her hot portal of sexual fire. 

She moaned and sighed with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his arms 
and he plunged his creamy digits into her at an even faster pace, searching 
her inner cuntal regions, unsatisfied unless he could bring her to a 
complete orgasm. 

"Make me cum," she squealed with delight, his fingers working busily inside 
her. "I must cum ... ohhhhh sweet shit, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ... ohhhhhh my 
God!!!" 

He shoved his raging hard-on in front of her face and she eagerly took it, 
pressing it to her lips, his belly against her chest, the sweat from their 
bodies merging and running down to soak the bed sheets. Steam rose from 
their wet bodies, hovering over the room like a sensual mist of passion. 

"Go on ... suck it ... yesss," he commanded, his voice thick with emotion. 
"Take it in your mouth and make me cum ... ohhhh you're so hot it's like 
embracing a flame." 

She began sucking on his member, but only long enough to ensure it was the 
thickest and hardest it was about to come. Then she licked it along the 
shaft once for good measure, before spreading her legs apart and rolling 
over on her stomach. 

Holding on to his cock behind herself she poised the purple cock a mere 
quarter inch from her puckered anal entrance. That's all her step-father had 
to see. 

"Wait," he panted, rising off the bed, stepping off the mattress. "Wait my 
precious little fuck child. I think you're ready now after all...." 

Betty lay there in trembling anticipation, her pussy itching her like never 
before. She reached below and began caressing her clit button, wanting to be 
all primed for what Phil had in store for her. She knew it had to be the 
whip and her body ached to be touched by the multifibered end, struck 
repeatedly, her clit button ringing in expectation. 

Her whole body was on fire. Seconds seemed like hours, hours, years. 

"I'll just be a moment, sweetheart," Her step-father called out from the 
bathroom adjacent to Betty's bedroom. It separated her room from her 
brother's. She heard her father opening and closing the medicine cabinet. 

What, she wondered, could Daddy want with my medicine chest? 

When Phil reappeared, his cock a monstrous erection, swelling upward from 
between his hairy loins, reaching inches above his navel. Betty lay there, 
mesmerized by his swinging prong. 

Then she realized that, indeed, Phil was carrying the whip, but in his other 
hand was ... yes, a dildo, and a small jar of vaseline, which Betty realized 
was in her medicine cabinet. She blushed as her step-father approached. She 
remembered she frequently used the vaseline while masturbating, coating her 
middle finger with the jelly and slowly, then more and more rapidly, reaming 
her clit button, racing across it, reaming, reaming, reaming. 

Her vaginal juice quickened its pace, making the thirteen-year-old girl 
quiver with excitement, her body unable to keep still. 

"Get on your stomach, Betty, I want to see your face." 

"What are you going to do?" his step-daughter asked meekly. Beginning to 
tremble from head to foot. 

Phil only leered at her. 

"Please," her voice trembled. "Please tell me ... what." 

"You'll find out in just a moment," he teased her. 

Bundled in his hand, now just come to view, was a strip of cloth. He put 
this down on the bed, next to her, with the dildo, vaseline and whip. Then 
he slipped both hands underneath her torso and lifted her gently, placing 
her closer to the head of the bed. 

"What?" 

"Ssssshhhh, bitch." He grabbed both her wrists and before she was able to 
stop him had her bound to the brass beadstop. 

"Daddy, what-I-I...." Her heart began pounding viciously against her 
trembling breasts. She didn't know what to think. It was as if her 
step-father had suddenly turned into a mad man. She tried to get loose from 
the tight restrictions of the cloth strip, but to no avail. She was bound to 
the bed, it was as simple as that. 

He positioned himself between her outstretched legs, his cock aimed toward 
her brown anal pucker. Then he pulled her up by the waist and roughly 
reached for her pillow, tugging it out from under her head and placing it 
underneath her loins. Already a wet stain spread on the pillow case as her 
wet, flowing cunt made contact with the cloth. 

Oh my God, she thought, becoming more and more excited, the fear beginning 
now to leave her. 

Her muscles were tensed until she was like a spring about to burst open. 

Fuck me, she repeated silently, as if sending out telepathic messages to her 
step-father. Fuck me, fuck me.... 

He opened the cap of the vaseline jar and spread the creamy substance inside 
the jar all over the dildo, then along her crevice, then on the tip of his 
middle digit which he deftly slipped up into her asshole. He made circular 
motions inside her, driving her crazy with adolescent desire and lust. 

Betty was now ready for anything. Her anal juices were already working, 
signaling the rest of her body that she was about to have this man's huge 
cock embedded deeply inside her rectum before long. 

She moaned, her ass humping the pillow, as his finger rotated inside her 
anal channel. Then he pulled the dripping finger out and prepared to enter 
her asshole. He then pulled her ass upward again, pressing his loins against 
her butt. Just at that moment he saw the dildo just lying there, as if 
saying use me ... use me ... and he had a brilliant idea. He had done this 
with his wife many times before, but never with his young step-daughter. 

He picked up the plastic pseudo-phallus and smeared cream over it, the cream 
from her swimming pussy. Holding the dildo in one hand, his cock in the 
other, he settled the dildo into her cunt. 

She moaned as fire raged through her, the dildo slipping smoothly into her 
creaming cunt until fuck juice was running, dripping from the base part of 
the plastic dildo, running down Phil's knuckles. 

"Deeper," she moaned. "Deeper, Daddy ... ohhhh Phil you have such sure hands 
... it's slipping inside my throbbing pussy like it was made for it ... like 
a hand fits into a glove ... ohh it's delicious ... feels so 
gggggggggooooooooodddddd...." Wait till I get inside your sweet little 
asshole, Betty, then I'll show you how good you can feel ... just wait ... 
just wait...." 

In and out the dildo went and Betty eased herself back down on the pillow. 
But Phil would have none of that; he wasn't finished with her yet. 

He lifted her back up again, the dildo lodging itself deep inside the girl's 
twat, supported there-by the thirteen-year-old's working cuntal membranes 
and muscles. 

At this point, Betty didn't know whether she was coming or going. The 
beginnings of an orgasm was welling up inside her and making her moan with 
impending pleasure. Her every muscle was twitching. Her asshole opened and 
closed, waiting, waiting.... 

"Fuck me," she moaned, grimacing as the dildo went further into her cunt. 

Phil pried apart her ass cheeks, until the brown flower of her anus met with 
his eyes. He gasped with anticipation as the opening opened and closed 
spasmodically, issuing forth one pearly drop of ass secretions. He licked 
his lips in anticipation of having the tightest ass of his life. Maybe 
tighter than Bruce's.... 

His cock greased with the jelly, he pressed the head of his rubber-like cock 
against her asshole. Nothing happened. Then he pressed harder. Still 
nothing. Her ass was incredibly tight. 

"Relax," he told her: "This won't hurt very much. Just a slight sting 
perhaps when I actually fuck you for the first time, but that's just a 
preparation of the other joyous fucks to come. Think of it, sweetheart, your 
step-daddy's cock right up your lovely little butt. What else are fathers 
for?" 

He then burst into laughter. 

Betty's fear returned. She was expecting a painful experience. Her father's 
attitude had taken on a decidedly sadistic turning. This frightened his 
daughter. She wasn't sure to what limits he would go in an effort to satisfy 
his carnal lusts. 

God help me, she mused. I may need all the help I can get. She tried again 
to loosen the strip of cloth binding her to the bed but she couldn't work 
her wrists out of it. Already she couldn't feel anything in her fingers. 
They tingled a bit but not as much as a minute ago. Her arms were starting 
to lose feeling now as well. 

He tried again to enter her but still her asshole, in fright, fought her 
every inch of the way. Phil then concentrated on her cunt, the vaseline and 
her own cuntal secretions making the dildo's journey in and out of her cunt 
easy and pleasurable. She couldn't have asked for more. 

Then her step-father took hold of the dildo and in one blinding motion 
shoved it all the way up her vagina. 

The young girl screamed once and fainted. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When she awoke, her loins aching, tears running down her cheeks, she felt a 
funny sensation in her ass. An unusual pressure building up as if a hot 
poker was being shoved up inside her, taking up all space, making her 
asshole spread wider apart to accommodate the intruder. 

Then Phil gave a sigh and lunged forward, the pressure building up 
terrifically inside her and Betty knew what it was. In fainting she had 
relaxed completely, if only for that one moment, long enough to allow her 
step-father's huge schlong to gain access to her anal fuck channel. He was 
half way up her butt and moving forward, deeper and deeper inside her. 

Betty wanted to cry out, but instead she reached around herself and took 
hold of the base of the dildo, still lodged firmly in her creaming twat, and 
began masturbating herself with it, all her muscles relaxing, her breath 
normalizing as was her heart beat which had been galloping like a hundred 
horses on stampede inside her chest. 

He felt absolutely huge inside her, too huge, he wasn't going to fit, he 
couldn't possibly.... 

"Stop." She screamed, tears springing to her eyes. She writhed on the bed, 
sobbing. "No, don't. Daddy, Daddy ... too much ... you're too hard ... Ohh 
sweet Jesus...." 

He was half way up her asshole but it took great effort now for him to go in 
even a fractionally small amount. She just wouldn't give in. He picked up 
the whip. He struck her once with it across the buttocks. 

"No, no." she cried. 

"Yes!" He struck her again, harder this time so that a red welt appeared. 

Each time Betty yelled "Help," she knew she was in reality thinking "More, 
or "Harder!" 

Yet she couldn't come out with those words and let him respond accordingly, 
which he was doing now nevertheless. 

Each time she was struck her body would rise, then fall heavily back on the 
bed. And with each stroke her asshole opened, allowing Phil to go in deeper 
and deeper and deeper.... 

Her ass screamed for mercy. She couldn't take much more of the torture, as 
delicious as it was proving to be. "Fuck me," she stressed. "Fuck me all 
over. Put your cock in my mouth, stick it up my butt, fuck me, up my cunt, 
my butt, my mouth, my twat, all of them, all ... fuck, fuck, fuck me ... ME 
ME ME ME ME ... more, more, don't stop, don't ever stop, ohhh 
Dadddyyyyyyyyy...." 

She was half hysterical with the explosive ass sensations ripping upward 
from her butt, destroying all tissue, making her eyes mist, her body yearn 
for every inch of his gigantic schlong. 

"Harder," she screamed. 

"Mmmmmm yesssss, it's coming, dear, hold on." 

"More." 

"Yes." 

"Every fucking inch, Daddy." 

"Ride it out, baby." 

"Harder ... so much harddeerrrr." 

"What an ass." 

"So good and thick." 

"Agggggggggrrrrhhhhhh." 

"Jesus it's all the way up my asshole! Every fucking inch. Ohhh Phillllll." 

"Yes, yes here it comes ... feel it, baby, feel it ... all eleven inches." 

"Give it to me, Daddy." she squealed. "Ohhh can I ever feel it. Man, it's so 
hot and juicy and ... Ohhhhhh...." 

Taking care, even in his impatience, not to seriously damage her internal 
orgasms, he butt fucked her slowly at first, his cock easing in and out of 
her steaming butt hole with difficulty at first, then, as the ass chamber 
expanded and her virgin ass muscles gradually gave way he was able to 
penetrate her inner shit-lined depths without too much trouble. 

Then he increased his fucking tempo, slowly at first, then faster and faster 
until he had her climbing the walls with pleasure. His cock was like a huge 
persistent electrical current flowing through her, making her skin tingle 
from head to toe. 

Her greasy ass muscles pulled on his throbbing tumescence. He arched his 
back and threw back his head, gritting his teeth as if in pain. Her muscles 
masturbated his huge fuck tool, surrounding his cock flesh, seeming to delve 
into the flesh itself, going deeper and deeper into his very essence. 

His prick tensed and throbbed inside her, as it journeyed in and out, in and 
out, all eleven inches inside her. She was panting with desire, the 
delicious pleasure pain sensations shooting myriad sensations through her. 

He reached below her to grab her two swinging breasts, clutching them both 
for support, feeling and caressing them, first, one, then the other. She 
began humping back at him, his hairy cum-filled nuts slapping against her 
open ass cheeks. 

Her thirteen-year-old body shimmered like a jewel, entrancing the man 
completely. Even though Betty wasn't, in the strictest sense, his daughter, 
but rather his step-daughter, he felt now a love for her that transcended 
all human flesh. Now, they were truly one. 

Her nipples were hard, yet pliable, like rubber. She yelped each time he 
squeezed her erect teats but it was an exclamation of pleasure, not 
dissatisfaction. 

The dildo was deeply embedded in her cunt, unmoving now, so that he had to 
let go of her tits long enough to keep it in action. He matched the fuck 
motions of the dildo with the butt-fucking movements of his gorged member. 
In and out his cock went, in the same tempo as the dildo, which he forcibly 
pressed in and out of her burning fuck channel. 

It was clear that Phil was becoming more and more excited, carried away by 
the sight of his lovely thirteen-year-old step-daughter being cunt fucked by 
his dildo as he butt-fucked her with his own cock, both at the same time. 

What happened next had a devastating effect on Betty. 

First her step-father grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head 
back, almost snapping her neck, and he kissed her, forcing his tongue deep 
down her throat, her neck muscles bulging and straining with the unnatural 
position he Was forcing her head to take. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm ... stop...." 

"Mmmmm he mumbled incoherently as he bit her lips, drawing blood. Her eyes 
were open wide with terror as they looked into his eyes, glazed over with 
lust, laughing cruelly at her. 

His nails raked her tits, then he squeezed hard on her nipples, making her 
scream with pain, the scream turning into a gurgle as it caught in her 
throat. Their mouths were still tightly pressed together so that she had to 
breathe through her nostrils. 

She fought him but it was no use, he was clearly the stronger of the two. 
The pleasure in her cunt turned to pain as it merged with the erotic 
sensations in her ass. She wanted him to stop now, things were getting out 
of hand. 

It was as if her step-father had suddenly turned into a raving boob. 

He pulled the dildo out of her cunt so quickly she swooned with the pain. 

"No ... noooooo ... Daddy ... ohhhh it hurts ... I ache ... oh shit I ache 
all over I...." 

"Quiet, bitch," he shouted. "You'll speak when you're spoken to." 

Phil could feel the power flowing through his body like the blood flowing in 
his veins. He felt powerful, on top of the world, ready to cope with 
anything, anything at all. He fucked her ass without mercy, making her 
scream aloud with the pain, not aching, ignoring her outbursts, her writhing 
her protestations. 

"Stop...." she cried, trying still to break away from his grasp. 

Now that the dildo was free from the warm and milky confines of her creaming 
vaginal passage he took the plastic instrument in one hand while with the 
other steadying himself by clutching a handful of her ass flesh and pulling 
quickly out of her asshole, so quickly that she nearly fainted with the 
pain. 

He slapped her across the face and blood dripped from the corner of her 
mouth. She moaned, her head spinning in ever-widening circles. 

"Help." she said feebly, her voice sounding miles away. "Please ... he's ... 
hurting ... me, me, me, me ... ohhhhhh!" 

He rammed his throbbing cock into her pussy. It slipped in easily because of 
the incredible amount of pussy juice she was producing. As soon as all 
eleven inches were tightly fitted inside the deliciously tight fit of her 
cunt she felt a strange sensation building up inside her burning twat. Then 
it exploded, nearly throwing her off the bed. 

She climaxed viscously, her body exploding. "Take this and this and this, 
you beautiful little bitch...." he pounded every inch into her. Her cunt 
creamed flowed anew as she came, shaking like a leaf, her mouth opened in 
silent ecstasy, the pleasure and pain merging to create one tremendously 
intense sensation that Betty knew had never, up until now, existed for her, 
not even when she balled her younger half-brother. 

"Take it all, baby," he said between clenched teeth, feeling the cum in his 
balls beginning its upward journey, ready to shoot out of his pulsating piss 
slit. 

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, it hurts," she said, tears streaming down her face, "but it 
feels so good...." she began sobbing, "so good and ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh. 
Sweet Jesus in heaven. Ohhhhh my God I can't take any more of this ... it's 
too much ... it's scaring me ... Daddy, I'm frightened ... I've never felt 
so fucking good ... be fore ... in ... my ... life ... help me, ogggrrrrf 
ffhhhhhh ... Phil." 

He came in her like a fountain. Wad after searing hot wad of fuck sauce 
melted its way her fuck channel as if it were made entirely of wax. He was 
giving her the butt and cunt fucking of her life. With his body half over 
hers, he alternately fucked her ass and her pussy, jamming his cock into one 
orifice, then the other, over and over again, entering and reentering her 
creaming holes of fuck passion. 

He took the whip in his hand and hit her with it, once, twice, four times, 
ten, twenty, until her body and mind were numb. He sloshed inside her cunt, 
where he had ejaculated not a minute before. He was half crazed with the 
marvelous sensations throbbing through his hard cock. 

He finished creaming inside her ass, then went on to fucking her vagina, his 
cock keeping his body pressed tightly against hers as if they were glued 
together. In and out, in and out he went. Betty was crying hysterically now, 
trying still to get away from him but unable to. 

They fought and wrestled each other, his body tormenting hers. 

She could feel the burning welts on her back and taste the saltiness of her 
blood as it trickled from the corner of her mouth. 

But beneath it all, Betty realized one surprising thing: that despite the 
pain, the violence, the incredible incongruity of her step-father actually 
doing this to her, laying bare his emotions, slicing through her with his 
huge cock, she was enjoying every minute of it. One taste and she was hooked 
for life. 

And it really was that simple. Phil had her right where he wanted her, in 
his power, willing, albeit reluctantly at first, to do whatever he asked, 
unquestioning. 

He pressed her face against the pillow until she was unable to breathe. She 
thought he was seriously trying to smother her. Instead he excited himself 
tremendously and his fuck shoves became harder and fiercer than ever. Then 
he pulled her head up by the roots of her hair and kissed her savagely, 
biting her lips until they bled. 

Still she silently cried for more. More. More. And he gave it to her. 

"Take this, fucking little daughter bitch." he howled, tensing as he came 
close to sperming inside her. He managed to control himself long enough to 
catch his breath and better position himself so that he could really make 
her feel every eleven inches of his huge cock. 

His cock seemed to thicken and lengthen to an even greater degree inside her 
until she didn't know whether she was coming or going. She collapsed on the 
bed, her body as limp as old dishrag. Still he fucked her, it was like 
fucking a dead person but this didn't bother him, he was really getting his 
jollies now. 

"Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty...." 

He was in her cunt now, her open and quivering anus staring him right in the 
face. He picked up the dildo. 

As brutally as he could, his blood boiling, his senses reeling, he rammed it 
into her butt, with all the strength he could muster behind it. 

Susan's young and desirable body jerked with an agonized scream as the large 
dildo ripped her anus open. A strange sort of happiness, or hysteria, came 
over Phil as he twisted and rammed the dildo savagely up her ass, her 
screams of agony only making him drive it in harder, until at last she 
slipped into unconsciousness. 

Phil had never known such excitement before. He was mere seconds away from 
creaming, her screams having brought him to the peak of sensual excitement. 
His heart was pounding like a sledge hammer. 

He screamed in ecstasy as he came inside her creaming butt, all eleven 
inches of his magnificent masculinity deeply embedded inside her aching 
orifice. He filled her to the brim with his fuck sauce as it burned its way 
up her channel, awaiting her immediately as if he had just shoved a bottle 
of smelling salts under her nostrils. 

"Christ you're tight." he groaned, slumping on top of her. 

"Daddy, don't stop now." she ordered. 

"don't ... worry ... bitch...." 

He came inside her butt, wad after precious wad filling her, drooling out of 
the corners of her butt, streaming down his solid shaft, dripping off his 
pounding cum-filled nuts as he slammed into her repeatedly, unable to stop, 
going deeper and deeper inside her, her screams ringing in his ears, having 
the opposite affect on him, making him fuck her all the more harder, her 
pain enriching his pleasure. 

"Yesssss ... yesssssss ... oh sweet shit it's good ... my daughter ... she's 
so fucking tight ... my daughter ... ohhhhh ... AHHHHHH!" 

She wept openly, her body convulsed with sobs. 

"That's it bitch," he said, a mad glint to his eyes. "Now you know what it's 
like to really be fucked by a man. Bet even Bruce couldn't give you this 
much pleasure ... eh? Eh? Eh?" 

"No," she screamed. "NO NO NO NO NO NO. Keep it up ... harder ... soo ... 
fucking good." 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he chanted. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," she repeated, until they were both chanting the word 
as if it were a vital part of their fucking, without the word being 
expressed verbally he would no longer be able to ball her-she would no 
longer be able to enjoy the ecstatic sensations emanating from both her ass 
and her cunt, the two groups of sensations merging to form one big rush of 
indescribably pleasure, winging its way like a giant bird through her. "beat 
me." 

Her words were like magic to his ears. 

Although he had finished cumming, his cock had remained hard inside her 
aching butt. He pulled it out and turned her around on her back. 

Leaning over her, cock in hand, he pressed the juicy tip of his aching 
schlong to her dry lips and said softly, menacingly, "Suck it ... suck every 
fucking inch of it, bitch, if you know what's good for you." Then he took 
the whip and struck her across the breasts. 

She tried to protect herself by wrapping her arms around her chest but he 
just hit those too until she decided to lay perfectly still and let him do 
to her what he wanted. She would not offer any more resistance. "Slip it in 
my mouth," she whispered, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering madly. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as he lay on her chest, gradually pushing all his 
cock into her mouth, the tip of it already pressing against the back of her 
throat and he wasn't even half way inside her yet. 

She gurgled and gagged on the huge intruder but nevertheless was 
miraculously able to get in all eleven inches. He sat on her chest, slightly 
bent over to make sure she was getting all of his juicy shaft, his thigh 
muscles jerking spasmodically as his heart pounded and his breath came in 
raspy pants. 

"Jesus that feels good." he moaned, closing his eyes and giving a deep sigh 
of satisfaction. 

Betty couldn't take, she was too intent on sucking all the greasy shaft into 
her mouth, her lips and tongue rolling over the delicate shaft, 
concentrating on his purple, oozing glans which she knew gave off the most 
intense sensations imaginable if properly stroked. 

Her tongue drilled into his piss slit, and she sucked all his pre-cum as if 
his shaft were a straw. Swallow after swallow of his hot cum charged through 
her. Another orgasm blasted through her as she guzzled down her fifth 
mouthful of his watery fuck sauce. 

He howled with pure abandoned pleasure as he tilled her with his pre-gism 
coating. His balls tightened and the inner sacs pressed against the walls of 
his nuts. He could feel the tremulous beginnings of a full-fledged orgasm 
and knew even then that it would be one of the best he'd ever experienced. 

Betty sucked and sucked until she thought her mouth would fall off. She 
sucked him dry of his pre-cum and waited quivering her heart thumping, for 
the real jizz to break and coat her throat with the true essence of his male 
organ. 

"Suck it, bitch," he said, humping her mouth. "Take in every fucking inch, 
Betty. Come on, really suck it all down. Suck, damn you." 

He grabbed her by the hair and pressed her head down until she was gagging 
and choking, his tumescent fuck pole deep inside her throat, making her gag 
until her face turned a bright red and she looked ready to keel over in 
another dead faint. 

She managed to control her breathing through her nostrils but he was forcing 
too much of his prick down her throat at one time. She grabbed him by the 
hairy balls and gave a sudden squeeze. Instantly he let go, and gave her a 
slap across the mouth that set her teeth rattling. 

Smiling, he hit her again, and again, then took her by the roots of her hair 
again and forced her down, all the way over his cock. 

"You'll learn, bitch, that I'm the master here and you do what I want you 
to," he leered at her, working his pelvis against her lips. "When I want you 
to suck every fucking inch of my cock you'll do it or by God I'll knock your 
teeth out." 

Their pants were the only sounds in the room. Silently, Betty resumed her 
avid sucking and Phil let go of her and began caressing her face. 

"That's it, baby, that's it." he cooed, soothing her jangled nerves. Her 
trembling ceased and they both settled down, he murmured love words in her 
ear, gently nipping at her lobe, soothing her, calming her down as if 
nothing violent had occurred. 

After just a few minutes of his soothing rhetoric Betty was actually willing 
to believe nothing had happened at all. Her step-father was back to normal. 
Her whip welts began to sting. 

He liked her breasts and the stinging sensation increased, the salt from his 
saliva making her body twitch as the pain increased. 

"Sssshhhh," he whispered, licking at her tits, sucking on her nipples, 
getting her so excited that she sucked even harder. Then he turned around, 
his cock still in her mouth, and maneuvered himself into the sixty-nine 
position. 

Soon her musky female twat was staring him right in the face. He licked at 
her muff, the hairs dewy with her cunt juice. She moaned with great feeling, 
her body rising off the bed, her cunt on fire. 

He flicked his tongue at her, aiming successfully for her burgeoning clit. 
The pearl-shaped flesh drop glistened with her inner gism, tingling 
ecstatically each time he made contact with the tip of his fleshy tongue. 

She couldn't believe a man could do such mind-boggling things to a young 
girl's cunt. She was loving every minute of it. 

She was so excited she came instantly, filling his mouth with her creamy 
fuck fluid as he eagerly guzzled it down, running his tongue over his 
spunk-stained lips. "Mmmmmmmmm," he exclaimed. 

She ran her tongue around the ring that accentuated the dome-like shape of 
his penis head, which was now thickening to an unbelievable degree, like a 
giant mushroom in her mouth. More watery cum oozed from his quivering piss 
slit. 

The very tip of Betty's tongue ran in ever-widening circles over her 
step-father's exposed glans. In her wake she left the prick flesh glistening 
with saliva. It seemed to twinkle as it caught the light fanning in through 
her bedroom window. 

Her tongue danced over the man's prick, never pausing long enough for him to 
catch his breath. He was humping against her avidly sucking mouth in great 
pushes and shoves. She was improving, managing to get virtually all his 
enormous prong down her throat, sucking down the sweet tasting pre-cum sauce 
as it oozed with exciting regularity from the older man's stiff cock. 

Her hands lifted up his balls, which were hot to the touch and swollen with 
boiling cum. She pressed the sacs together, making him wince with pleasure 
and pain. 

"Do it again," he ordered her. 

She obeyed, and he moaned in ecstasy, his loins throbbing, his balls being 
squeezed together, the wrinkled testicle flesh smoothing out in her hand as 
she kneaded his balls like balls of dough. 

"Suck it harder, bitch," he screamed, pulling at her hair, then pushing her 
head down hard over his tumescent cock, the eleven inch cock shaft slipping 
with some difficulty down her throat. He could feel the tip of it pressing 
against the very back of her throat. 

Spreading her legs wide apart he rammed three fingers all the way up her 
creaming vagina, until only his knuckles showed as they pressed tightly 
against her muff. He alternated his sex play with her in this manner-first 
sitting on her face, then pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to 
position himself over her flaming cunt, drinking in mouthful after exciting 
mouthful of her female cream, his heart pounding, his mind and body reeling, 
then returning to pounding his organ into her, as far down her throat as it 
would go. 

"Suck." he yelped, squirming as she licked up and down his shaft. 

Betty's neck muscles became rapidly more and more tired. She wasn't used to 
this much sucking. She remembered how it was to have her twelve-year-old 
brother's slim, hairless cock in her mouth, then in her mind she compared it 
to her step-father's enormous schlong, the comparison making her more and 
more excited, as if she actually was sucking both the boy's and the man's 
cocks, instead of only her step-father's. 

The thirteen-year-old girl could feel the quaking inside the man's pulsating 
nuts. The sacs were swirling around freely in their sea of cum. She could 
tell Phil was ready to cum by the way he was licking her dripping cunt. 
Instead of avidly eating from her steaming pussy he was slowly, sensually, 
tonguing her outer labia, not bothering to delve any further. 

He was obviously waiting, anticipating.... 

"SHITTTTTT!" he screamed. 

His burning cock swelled up to a mountain inside her and he erupted, sending 
great wads of cum sauce flying down her throat. She choked with the force of 
his orgasm, but nevertheless managed to swallow every last drop. 

"Christ!" 

He creamed without letting up. She drank and drank again, enjoying every 
delicious hot drop. 

"Jesus!" 

Her lips and tongue worked in expert precision. He howled with pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... Urn ph!" 

He pounded his cock into her with breath-taking force. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned with delight, tasting his delicious cream. 

"Suck ... suck ... suck...." he groaned, his voice getting smaller and 
smaller. 

Sperm slipped from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue snaked over her 
slimy lips and cleaned off his semen residue. 

"Fuck!!" he cried, bucking against her like a wild stallion. 

Spurt after delicious spurt splashed against the roof of her mouth. Strings 
of white creamy cum were sucked through her teeth as she munched on the 
thick mixture. She cupped his two balls in her hand and squeezed hard, 
forcing up more gism, making him growl with pleasure. 

"Christ you can suck!" he commended her, his body on tire, a chain of 
orgasms shooting through his loins, spreading upward to completely envelope 
his tortured body. 

Then it was over, as quickly as it had begun. 

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and swallowed down the 
remainder of the cum, smacking her lips. He lay back on the bed, panting, 
holding his half-erection in his hand, watching it dwindle in size, the 
throbbing lessening. He groaned. 

Betty now had an opportunity to catch her breath, which was coming in uneven 
pants, raking her throat dry. 

They embraced and kissed lazily, their tongues moving and joining. 

"I only wish we had done this before," Phil muttered in her ear. "My sweet 
little baby girl. It's hard to watch a beautiful girl grow up when you 
desire her so...." He closed his eyes and soon his breathing was normalized, 
as was hers. They listened to the sound of their breasts raising and 
falling. Outside a bird twittered and a slight breeze blew the curtains 
inward, chilling their sweaty bodies, but pleasantly so far the day was hot. 

"School will be over in a few weeks and I'll have you all for myself," Phil 
mused. 

"What about Bruce ... and Mom?" Betty inquired. 

"Oh, of course them too, silly, it's just that you and I have some catching 
up to do." . 

He turned on his side and let his left hand "all on her tit. 

"I feel like a kid again, sweetheart," he whispered affectionately. "I can 
hardly wait until tonight." 

"What'll we do then?" 

"Everything." 

"Like today?" she asked, laughing, her eyes sparkling. 

Phil giggled, caressing her tit, watching the nipple enlarge and turn erect. 
"Yes, but even more. They'll be four of us then. You r brother can get quite 
... emotional ... when he wants to you know ... I think he enjoys our little 
games as your mother calls them more than all of us put together." He didn't 
bother to hide the pride in his voice. 

Betty felt a pang of jealousy. Her mother was too afraid to tell her about 
what had been going on, while Bruce's father, her step-father, had been more 
open with the boy, even though Bruce had accidentally, like Betty, become 
involved. Betty wished her mother had told her and not left it up to Phil, 
not that she minded her step-father, far from it, but she was disappointed 
in her mother's meekness, her underhandedness. 

She thought of Bruce, naked and desirable, his cock straight and ready for 
action, and she felt a familiar tingling in her groin, a sensation that was 
being rapidly heightened around her breasts, where Phil was now eagerly 
fondling and caressing her. 

He embraced her and they kissed. Passionately. She felt his cock harden 
against her upper thigh, the tip of it inching upward toward her dewy bush. 
She .reached down and began masturbating him. He moaned and slipped a finger 
under her ass, up her crack, her rectum muscles pulling and tugging at the 
digit. 

"I've never wanted someone as much as I wanted you, Betty," he nibbled her 
earlobe. She squirmed with pleasure, desire flooding her body. 

"Ohhhh, Phil, fuck me again, this time really fuck me. I mean really hard. 
It makes it more exciting that way. 

He took his finger from her asshole and slipped it, along with several more, 
in her creaming twat. Instantly she creamed over his hand, experiencing a 
mini-climax that made her desire him all the more. 

"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear, pressing her loins against his hand, 
moaning as he sent fuck signals all through her body. 

"Mmmmmmm ... so tight and juicy...." He concentrated on her clit, making it 
ring like a bell with the sensations now piling up inside her crotch. 

"Yessssss, Daddy, that's it, only ... only ... only harder ... harder ... 
faster, that's the way I like being finger-fucked ... soooo goood, like 
little cocks inside my cunt. I'm so hot I'm burning up. Your cock is so hard 
and tall." 

She writhed and pressed against him. his fingers working like little demons 
inside her hot box. He had four fingers inside her, each one seeming to have 
a mind of its own, reaming her clit, pressing against her four cuntal walls, 
inching back, deeper and deeper into the inner recesses of her creamy cunt 
flesh. 

He couldn't get over how tight she was, as compared to his wife's cavernous 
vagina, a veteran of much fucking. 

"I'm so hot," she moaned, her voice weak and far away. 

"I know," he moaned. "I know, Betty sweetheart. My little baby...." They 
kissed and he inched his other hand around her, plunging two fingers up her 
flaming asshole, working the fingers in her twat at the same rate as the 
ones, now up her asshole. 

She was loving every second of it. She never thought a woman's ass could be 
a source of so much pleasure. She yearned to be butt-fucked by her younger 
brother. 

She could now only imagine what his silky soft skin would feel like pressed 
against her asscheeks, his hard pecker slamming repeatedly into her butt 
hole. 

The mere thought of being butt-fucked by Brucie made her more passionate 
than ever. Then she thought what it would be like making love to her own 
mother. She had never even thought of making it with another woman, much 
less her mother, but the thought did have its own attraction. 

She wondered what it would be like sucking on a woman's twat, caressing a 
woman's tits, slamming fingers up her butt and cunt, making her clit flutter 
with excitement. Already she was looking forward to the evening, when she 
would be in the arms of all members of her family: her twelve-year-old 
brother, her mother and her handsome, big-cocked step-father, who had 
already initiated her into the "game." with all its little pleasures and 
tremulous excitement. 

Phil reamed the thirteen-year-old girl's prostrate, making her moan in 
ecstasy, a new world of sensations opening up to her. She remembered the 
night before when Bruce had mentioned to her that he had frequently 
finger-fucked himself in the ass while masturbating, thereby accentuating 
the impending orgasm. 

I'll have to try it by myself sometime, Betty mused thoughtfully. 

But meanwhile.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dinner was like a celebration. Everyone was excited, even Betty's mother was 
talkative, having received glowing reports from Phil as to how her daughter 
was adjusting to the revelation of their sexual routine. Or "game" as she 
still referred to it. 

"You do look pretty tonight!" Joan, the mother, exclaimed. "I hardly 
recognize you." 

Betty blushed girlishly and everyone broke up laughing, Bruce nearly choking 
on his food. At odd intervals during the meal he'd run his odd intervals 
during the meal he would run his hand down his step-sister's thigh (he was 
sitting alongside Betty) and Betty would spread her legs apart, letting his 
fingers creep inside her panties to feel her warm pussy. 

Looking down at his crotch Betty could see he had a raging hard-on. During 
dessert he surreptitiously unzipped his fly and pulled down his briefs, 
letting his stiff organ spring out of its confines, delighting and exciting 
his thirteen-year-old sister. 

"Why don't you two men go upstairs to the bedroom and wait for us there," 
Joan suggested, clearing the table. "Betty can help me finish here." 

Phil winked at Betty and gave her a slap on her behind. Bruce chuckled. They 
both walked up the stairs and disappeared inside Betty's parents' bedroom. 

Silently, the mother and daughter cleared the table, putting the plates, 
glasses and utensils in the dishwasher. Betty could sense her mother wanted 
to say something, but she was holding it back. Meanwhile, Betty waited 
patiently for her to speak. 

Cleaning her hands in the sink Joan said over her shoulder, "Betty, dear, 
why don't you sit for a minute. I think it's about time we talked about this 
before going upstairs." Her voice betrayed the excitement she was feeling. 

Betty sat at the kitchen table. 

Moving over to sit alongside her, Joan said: "I suppose this hasn't been 
working out like I planned. As Dad already told you we were planning to tell 
Bruce and you about our little games...." she paused with the word games and 
smiled, "but when you and Bruce were older. Then when your brother 
accidentally overheard us and walked in. well, there wasn't much we could do 
but show him what we were doing. There was nothing to hide. We were just 
worried lie and you too-would have trouble understanding it all. 

"But it all worked out rather well with Brucie. He loves fucking with 
us...." Betty blushed at the word fucking' Her mother had never spoken so 
frankly with her before. She suddenly felt more adult, her anger at her 
mother keeping her in the dark subsiding somewhat. 

"But we still thought we'd wait before telling you," Joan continued. "Even 
Bruce agreed. He thought you were something of a prude-no, no, dear, I don't 
mean to say you actually are!-and agreed that we should wait, even though 
your father and I could tell he was very anxious to get you into the fun 
too. 

"Now that you've also happened upon our games and according to Dad you've 
grown to the idea of us all fucking, then there doesn't seem to be any 
problem." She reached out one hand and stroked Betty's cheek. It felt hot 
and dry. 

"You're not mad at your Mom, are you, sweetheart?" She drew closer, her hand 
stroking Betty's shoulder. 

"No, I guess not," Betty said, shrugging, her skin tingling as the hand 
slipped inside her blouse. 

Joan's breathing became more rapid. Betty edged closer to her mother, the 
woman's hand cupping her daughter's left breast. 

"Do you love me?" Joan asked, her voice a whisper. 

"Yes, Mom," Betty replied, just as softly. 

Joan began unbuttoning her daughter's blouse, then undid the catch of her 
bra. Her eyes brightened when she saw her daughter's breasts emerge. "You 
are a lovely little girl, Betty, and ... my goodness! I didn't expect your 
tits to be so big. You're turning into a pretty young lady!" 

Betty kissed her mother, their tongues darting into one another's hungry 
mouths. It was all happening so quickly Betty didn't even have the time to 
realize she was making love to her mother. It all seemed somehow so natural, 
so right. 

They hugged each other and Joan undid the snap of Betty's jeans, her fingers 
feeling the damp panties, already wet from the attentions of Bruce's young 
and agile fingers. 

"Ohhh, mommy, hold me," Betty sighed like a child. Her hand slipped under 
her mother's dress and up her panties. Her cunt felt hot and wet to the 
touch, the thick patch of pubic hairs dewy with her female juices. 

"Betty, you're gorgeous," Joan cooed, several fingers slipping into Betty's 
twat. Betty imitated the move and soon the two were busy finger-fucking each 
other in the kitchen, eyes half closed, hearts pounding. 

Joan had never felt so excited before in her entire life, she knew how much 
Phil and Bruce desired her daughter, knew because she too harbored 
lascivious desires for the beautiful thirteen-year-old. She wanted to teach 
her daughter everything she knew about sex, she as the teacher, Betty as the 
willing student. 

Phil had gone into great detail about the afternoon's adventures with 
Betty-they never kept anything like that from one another-and Joan felt the 
excitement building up inside her, her blood racing. 

"Oh my God," Joan moaned, her body pressed against her daughter's, their 
fingers working in and out of each other's creaming twats. 

"I want to eat you," Betty murmured, grimacing with pleasure each time her 
mother's knowing fingers reamed her adolescent clit button. 

"You will, dear, and I'll have you too. My mouth is already watering." 

"Let's go upstairs with Dad and Bruce," Betty suggested, her voice clotted 
in her throat. 

Hand in hand, like two affectionate schoolgirls, mother and daughter mounted 
the stairs and entered Joan's bedroom, finding Bruce clad only in his 
underpants, his rigid cock firmly outlined against the white fabric, and 
Phil with his shirt off, peacefully smoking a cigarette on the bed. 

"Ready?" Bruce asked anxiously. 

All eyes turned to Betty. 

"What-what-what do I do?" she asked, trembling, not knowing what to expect 
next. 

"Fuck me," her brother blurted out, massaging his cock. 

Betty grew more and more excited. She began unconsciously taking off her 
blouse, then her jeans, until she stood before them with just her moistened 
panties on. Then, like a stripper performing her act, she began teasing the 
panties down over her hips, leaving them hanging there, her middle finger 
inside the elastic edge, moving, caressing.... 

Phil took off the rest of his clothes. His cock looked absolutely enormous. 
Joan saw her daughter staring at it and smiled. I remember the first time I 
set eyes on it," she mused to herself. "I know just what must have been 
passing through Betty's mind when they first undressed: Would it possibly 
fit inside my cunt? 

She remembered how tight she had felt the first time she and Phil fucked, 
and she wasn't Betty's young age either. She had had some experience with 
men. She had been carrying on with a man while married to Betty's father, 
though Betty had no idea of this. Joan decided she would admit it to her 
daughter, but in good time. When the initial excitement had settled down 
somewhat and she could really sit and talk with her daughter about things 
she never dared discuss with her before. 

"Christ what boobs!" Bruce said with admiration as he watched the bouncing 
orbs while Betty stood there and finger-fucked herself, her knees becoming 
weak until she had to stop and sit on the bed, alongside her young brother. 
They looked at each other and smiled. Betty was nervous but her nervousness 
was gradually beginning to fade. 

Joan undressed, revealing full, firm tits, much like her daughter's, only 
larger and fuller, and her bushy mound, the labia clearly defined inside the 
forest of pubic hairs. 

"Tome to Momma," Joan said, smiling, her arms outstretched. 

They embraced and kissed while Bruce and Phil looked on, a smile on their 
faces. 

Joan lay back on the bed and pulled young Betty down over her, their loins 
pressing together, Joan feeling the sparseness of her daughter's pubic 
thatch. Their pussy lips pressed against each other and they both began 
creaming, their loins becoming wet and sticky. 

"Phil...." Joan called, motioning for the man to insert his raging hardon in 
her mouth. 

Bruce took the hint and made for the only available orifice, his 
sister-spermy little ass. He got on his knees facing her cheeks and began 
kneading her buttocks like bread, Betty moaning with delight. She began 
sucking her mother's tits while her step-father straddled Joan's face and 
lowered his stiff cock into her mouth, bending over, facing Betty, so his 
prick could go all the way inside his wife's mouth. 

"Do it baby," he whispered excitedly. 

Joan took hold of his awesome shaft and began licking the exposed glans, 
which were oozing pre-cum sauce, the watery mixture being scooped up by 
Joan's pointed little tongue, then swallowed, the soothing mixture running 
down her throat, her body tingling. 

Holding onto both buttocks to position himself and keep his balance on the 
bed. young Bruce pressed the head of his pulsating cock against Betty's 
puckered asshole. 

He couldn't enter her. She was resisting. 

"Open up. Sis," he said impatiently. "I've got something good and big for 
you!" 

Betty nearly died with excitement. 

Her mother's hand slipped down between their pressing bellies and began 
reaming Betty's clit button. The thirteen-year-old moaned ecstatically, her 
hips grinding into her mother's. 

Joan sucked up and down Phil's giant shaft while he leaned over and kissed 
his step-daughter, the two of them with arms awkwardly interlocked, their 
bodies gyrating with pleasure as Bruce prepared to enter her butt. 

"Suck, suck, suck, suck," Phil persisted, his wife doing as he asked. 

Betty chewed on her mother's erect and red nipples, the blood pressing 
against her lips, her teeth lashing out against the tit-flesh, her tongue 
rolling over the swollen flesh, leaving in it wake a viscous trail of saliva 
which made her mother sigh with disbelief. She was actually about to fuck 
her own daughter! What more could a sexually liberated woman ask? 

Bruce pumped his cock until it was thoroughly hard and then rammed it 
against his thirteen-year-old sister's ripe young asshole, piercing her 
rectum finally and making Betty buck and struggle on the bed. Joan took her 
arms and pinned her down on top of herself. Betty's mouth tightly pressed 
against Joan's tits. 

Betty watched as her mother pulled back the foreskin of her father's 
achingly huge dong, stretching it back from the moist, dark-colored head. 
She trembled with anticipation as if it were her tongue reaching out to 
touch the very tip of the man's schlong. 

A pleasant shock went through Phil as he felt her tongue touch the little 
pulsating hole at the tip of his organ. He sat on his haunches, enjoying the 
growing excitement in his loins, a mad grin on his flushed face. 

He watched as her tongue glided over his cockhead, her long fingers 
clutching lightly at his swollen, cum-charged balls as she licked. He felt 
his nuts being sucked into her mouth, being sucked and chewed like candy! 

His cock was covered with nerve-busting, lava-like heat as his elongated 
cock slid easily in and out of his wife's mouth. Betty was amazed to find it 
slipping in and out-all of it!-of her mother's avidly sucking mouth. 

Excited beyond words, Betty remembered where her brother was, his cock in 
hand, poised at the threshold of her asshole. She screamed with joy and 
humped her ass back against the boy's slender member. 

"Christ!" she heard him whimper as she slammed against his cock shaft, 
shoving his deliciously stiff cock up her butt hole, throwing them both into 
an abyss of mindless cock and ass sensations as she went up and down on the 
lad's strong prick. 

Her flailing body beat a swift tattoo against her brother's trembling loins. 
Bruce held onto her as if he were riding a maverick, his hips pressing in 
unison against her ass cheeks, his balls slapping loudly against her 
buttocks, electric-like charges shooting up and down his gorged shaft. 

"Aiiiii!" he moaned with excitement and pleasure. 

Betty then fell over on her back alongside her mother, her cunt juice spread 
over her young thighs, her cunt lips quivering. The boy's cock slipped out 
of her asshole with a "pop" just in time before breaking the poor boy's 
staff in half! 

It was so sudden he didn't know what hit him. The expression on his face 
made them all laugh. 

"Hey," he cried out indignantly. "What the hell's going on here, Sis?" 

Then he stared, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, at his sister's 
adorable cunt gash, her finely shaped thighs spread wide apart, waiting. It 
looked like a mouth waiting to devour him whole. Her adolescent pussy stared 
him straight in the face. He leaned down, pressing his face, against her 
twat, hooking his arms around her thighs, keeping them as wide apart as 
possible. 

He .stuck out his tongue, stretching it to cover the mere inch that 
separated his face from his sister's yawning chasm of delight. The pulsating 
mouth of her cunt hung open loosely, the pink, mucoused inner pussy flesh 
dripping with excitement as creamy fluids spurted from her slit, the 
button-like clitoris looking huge and bulbous at the entrance of her hole. 

He heard the murmur of amazement from Betty as she witnessed the unusual 
length of his tongue stretch over to reach" the distance between her cunt 
and his mouth. A trickle of her fragrant juice slowly seeped down the center 
of his tongue as she began producing more and more fuck juice. 

He felt the saucy mixture spread over his face as Betty suddenly pressed the 
back of his head downward, mashing his face against her running gash. His 
nose, mouth and eyes filled with her fuck juice as his tongue instantly 
began probing deep within her mushy cunt. 

A veritable flood of her fuck juices had the boy drowning in her adolescent 
pussy as she came in a rush of desire, moaning with pleasure, her body 
writhing on the bed. 

He struggled to pull air into his young lungs, his face turning purple with 
effort as Betty kept his face firmly pinned against her cumming pussy. Betty 
came again and again, her mind and body reeling with delight, her hands 
flailing the air, her ass pumping up and down off the mattress. 

Joan, the cock still in her mouth, smiled at her husband and he smiled back, 
his hands fondling her. tits as he positioned himself so that he was facing 
Joan, his cock sliding deliciously in and out of her mouth. 

He reached under the pillow and in his hand was a dildo, only one much 
bigger and more ornate than the one he used on Betty. This one was rubber, 
the exact replica of a man's erect phallus, even to the protruding veins, 
supposedly gorged with blood, the cockhead enlarged like a giant mushroom. 

The balls were hairy and swollen, wrinkled like his own nuts. He poised the 
dildo at the entrance of his wife's creaming cunt, then pressed it up inside 
her. She let out a yelp, his cock falling from her mouth. Then he struck 
her, taking his cock in hand and forcing it back inside her mouth. 

He rammed the dildo all the way up her cavernous cunt, then extracted his 
own member and pumped that too into her cunt, side by side with the rubber 
phallus, filling her completely. 

She moaned and groaned with the pleasure-pain sensations, enjoying the 
forcefulness of his shoving, his own hips working rhythmically, filling her 
completely, in and out, in and out ... over and over ... in and out. Joan 
heaved her two breasts in the air, fondling and caressing them, feeling 
their weight, the nipples erect and glowing like two miniature candles. She 
squeezed and tweaked her erect orbs, feeling the tit grooves, circling over 
her nipples, making them burn like fire. 

She came once, twice, thrice as Phil kepi ramming his cock and the dildo, 
side by side, into her cunt. She creamed at a prodigious rate, spilling her 
juices over the sheets, soaking them, the fragrance of her pussy filling the 
air. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, her throat burning, her arms 
pressed to her sides, her hands working over her tits, exciting herself. 

Bruce brought his thirteen-year-old sister to another climax, then, choking, 
he pulled away from her tight grasp and quickly lifted her up off the bed, 
wriggling close enough to her butt to insert his huge organ. 

"Ohhhhhh shit yesss!" Betty sighed, watching his slim, agile body spring 
into action as he fell on top of her, his pelvis slamming against her, his 
cock entering her, he pressed hard against her, their flesh pressed tight 
together. 

His bulbous cockhead felt like a solid electric bulb lighting up inside her 
ass walls expanded to take in his heady shaft. It felt like a flag pole was 
being thrust up her steaming asshole. She screamed with the pain and Bruce 
slapped her across the face, then took her roughly by the hair and brought 
her head up, pressing his lips against hers. They kissed hungrily as his 
fingernails raked her skull. 

He slammed his loins hard against her butt, his huge cock going into her all 
the way to the hilt. It was like a burning torch inside her shit tube. 

Bruce loved the hot feel of his sister's steaming asshole. His cock pulled 
all the way out of her, then slammed automatically back inside. Tears of joy 
and pain, the two sensations deliciously mixed, ran down Betty's face. She 
beat her brother's shoulders with her fists, then raked her fingernails down 
his back, her body pressed close to his, his prick working steadily inside 
her. 

She wanted to scream, to run away from all this craziness, yet she knew she 
couldn't. She was inexorably bound to these family games now, her life was 
meant for nothing else. 

Turning to one side she was able to see, though just barely, as a red haze 
was now covering her eyes like a mist, her step-father insert the bulbous 
cockhead of his dildo into her mother's rectum. She watched it disappear 
inside the puckered hole, her mother yelping like a dog in heat. 

Bruce had his back arched inward, his belly thrust forward, his head bent 
back nearly double, his long hair showering over his shoulders. His teeth 
were tightly clenched together, gritted as if in pain but in reality it was 
because of the wondrous sensations now pulsating through his adolescent 
loins. 

His cock thickened tremendously, lengthening almost a half inch as he felt 
her hot entrails sucking him in further and further. He pressed hard against 
her prostrate and she screamed out in ecstasy, her cunt creaming like never 
before. 

"Do it to me," she screamed with delight, his hot pecker slamming again and 
again into her hot little butt hole. "Fuck my ass right off! Do it, do it, 
do it, do it!" 

He slammed into her with such force he threw her back against the bed board, 
her mind reeling, her body feeling as if it were suspended in mid-air, high 
above the clouds, in total bliss. 

She looked down and watched as her twelve-year-old brother adroitly slammed 
his cock into her, just a bit at a time, then all the way up her butt then 
withdrawing it for a few seconds before shoving back in, either partially or 
all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, his 
pubes tickling her buttock flesh. 

"Shit, Jesus...." he moaned, rotating his cock like a drill inside her juicy 
ass. "Christ that's good ... wow! Ohhhh my God, yeahhhhh, mmmmmmmmm ... 
ohhhhhh baby ... ohhh shit, Betty, ohhhh shit...." 

He came, spraying her insides with his precious cum sauce, which was the 
hottest sensation Betty had ever experienced. The boy's lava-like fluid was 
like a gummy, slimy snake as it crawled up her butt, mashing against her 
prostrate, making her squirm with desire, the pleasure sensation enveloping 
every part of her female body. 

She too came. 

They clutched one another, his cock shooting wad after steaming hot wad into 
her inner butt flesh, until it oozed out of the corners of her hole, down 
his shaft, collecting among his pubes, rolling in great thick drops down his 
balls, dripping onto the sheets, soaking the bed beneath them. 

They writhed in total abandon, their bodies sweating like pigs. Steam rose 
from their animalistic movements and they howled like a dog baying at the 
full moon. 

Phil pushed the dildo into his wife until she finally reached orgasm, her 
body twitching and fluttering like a little bird. She could hardly stand it, 
it was so good. 

Joan yearned to hold her daughter, give her comfort and pleasure. But for 
the moment she was too involved with the enjoyment of her incredible cum, 
her cunt flowing like a raging river. 

Joan seemed to increase the spectacular enjoyment of her own enjoyment by 
eagerly watching from the corner of her eye the full joy her own daughter 
was receiving at the able hands of her step-son. It was a joy to watch them 
as they squirmed and writhed on the bed, their bodies locked in bodily 
ecstasy. 

Phil was getting a charge from them as well, the sound of their moans and 
groans like music to his ears. If only we had started this years ago, he 
thought, as he felt the semen begin to bubble and cook in his testicles. He 
would be cumming shortly, there were no two ways about that, he knew. 

He masturbated himself with one hand as he kept shoving the dildo with the 
other, until his wife's screams turned to moans, then sighs, then something 
less distinct, her eyelids fluttering, her body in spastic convulsions. 

"Stop," she moaned ... "Please ... please, Phil. PHILLLLL!" 

But Phil wouldn't let up. lie plowed the huge phallus into her until she was 
creaming at an absolutely incredible rate, her thighs sticky with her female 
gism. She begged him to stop, too tired to move, but he refused He reveled 
in her discomfort, having experienced it vicariously before, while whipping 
her and having her suck him off at the same time. 

He knew she was eager to make love to her daughter, but he was content to 
tease her, his cock pointed at her as he flailed his fist over it 
enticingly. She bucked and tried to get away from him but he held her in 
place with the dildo. pressing in and out of her with such speed it kept her 
constantly pinned down to the bed. 

"Please. Phil, it's too much. Jesus it's too fucking much ... Phil, listen 
to me, please, ohhhhhhh, ouch. ouch! ... stop ... please!" 

Phil just wouldn't let up. 

Meanwhile, Betty had come for the umpteenth time, her body tired yet 
strangely invigorated as if she could never stop her brother's cock from 
fucking her, and not wanting to if she could. 

"So motherfucking tight!" he said, his ass hopping excitedly off the bed, 
his cock going in and out in blur-like motions, giving her the maximum 
pressure of his tumescent shaft. 

It was a miracle she could still breathe! 

Finally, Phil let up and allowed his wife to get up and reach for Betty's 
shoulder, grabbing a tit instead, but holding on for dear life, as if Phil 
were going to take Betty away from her forever. 

"Not yet!" Bruce cried out, his voice tight and excited. He was nearing 
ejaculation and he didn't want his step-mother to ruin it for him by pulling 
Betty away from him too quickly. 

First things first. He had to cum! 

His cock seemed to grow even larger inside her butt. Ass juices streamed 
down from the corners of her shit tube opening, lubricating his already 
fluid fuck motions. 

He gave her every inch he had, and it proved to be more than enough. Betty 
came, her body burning in ecstasy. Her cries of passion turned to gurgles in 
her throat, as if she were gargling with a mouthwash. 

Still, Bruce remained hard inside her and Betty knew he would remain so 
until he reached yet another orgasm. He wasn't going to give his sister up 
to his step-mother's lascivious passions just yet! 

"Ohhhhh, Betty, here it comes...." he groaned, his face tightening as the 
pressure in his cock shaft increased and became almost painful. 

"Soak me, Brucie ... give me all you've got ... fuck me ... ohhhh shit!" she 
yelped, her hands flailing the air as her ass squirmed and hopped up and 
down off the soaked mattress. 

He climaxed like thunder inside her aching asshole. 

They were both surprised at the amount of jizz he still had stored inside 
his plump nuts. The wads were as thick and juicy as before, but he more than 
compensated for this with vicious fuck strokes that Betty thought would 
surely slice her right in half. 

A few seconds after Bruce came; Betty reached orgasm, his fingers 
tantalizing her creaming cunt, inching in and out of her at the same rhythm 
in which his burgeoning erection ran in and out of her running butt. They 
both lay on the bed, he on top of her. she running her fingers lazily 
through his hair. With a groan of pain he lifted his ass up and extracted 
his limp dick. She sighed as it slipped warmly and wetly from her twat. Gism 
dripped off the flaccid penis, running down his shrunken balls and streaming 
down his thighs. 

"Christ that was good!" he breathed, bathed in sweat. 

"You were terrific, Brucie," she sighed, her heart beginning to lessen its 
steady pounding. 

"I've never known anyone to cum so many times in a row like that!" 

"That's my boy!" Phil exclaimed proudly. "Come to your Mom," Joan said, arms 
outstretched. 

Bruce and Phil looked at one another and smiled. 

"Go to it!" Bruce said, sitting cross legged on the bed, already pumping on 
his cock, ready to masturbate while Betty had a go with her mother. 

Phil's cock slowly grew erect as he eyed his daughter's sweet little ass, 
wondering how he could get at it while the two women made love. 

As if echoing his father's exact thoughts, Bruce thought, watching his 
sister snuggle up to their mother: what a beautiful ass Sis has! 

Bruce gasped with delight as he watched his mother kiss Betty, their mouths 
joined as one, their tongues darting into one another's orifice, licking, 
flicking like tiny snakes, sucking on their fleshy tongues, running them 
over gums, teeth and inner cheeks. 

Then Joan gently pushed Betty's head to her snatch, her legs already wide 
apart as she reclined on the bed, Phil waiting anxiously in back of his 
stepdaughter, the man's cock hard and huge looking. 

Bruce lay with his head facing the foot of the bed, so that he could see all 
the wondrous cunt action as his thirteen-year-old sister dropped her tongue 
into the searing caldron of her mother's pussy. 

Joan moaned with pleasure, her eyes half closed, her free hand wandering 
lightly over her own breasts, feeling the nipples harden as they gorged with 
blood. 

"Suck me dry, sweetheart," Joan sighed, her body tingling all over. "You're 
tongue is so sweet tasting, and warm as toast.:." 

Betty tasted the bananas-and-cream mixture flowing from her mother's 
cavernous cunt. The girl paused to stare into the heavenly pit, female gism 
dripping from her hot lips. She was thrilled by the sight of the woman's 
rather large clitoris which shone with cunt juice like a beacon in the 
night. 

Betty dipped her tongue down into the saucy mix and scooped up a mouthful of 
delicious tasting gism, her head moving in and out as she dug deeper and 
deeper with her shovel-like tongue. Flicking and sucking, she quickly 
brought Joan to climax, despite the woman's practiced ability to hold off 
her orgasm, allowing the man to come several times if necessary before she 
let herself go. 

But this time it was different. After all, she thought, it's not everyday 
that a woman can enjoy the intimate licking of her own daughter's beautiful 
tongue! 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Betty moaned, rejoicing in the wonderful tastiness of her dear 
mother's dripping cum juice. 

"Do you like it?" her mother asked, combing her long shapely fingers through 
her daughter's sweat-stained hair. 

Betty merely bobbed her head up and down to signify a definite yes. Her body 
was overrun with the sensations beginning to fully erupt in her young cunt. 
Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Phil flailed over his stiff 
prong, bringing it to its maximum thickness, increasing its impressive 
length with every swift shaft-stroke. 

She then realized with a flash of pleasure what her step-father intended to 
do. She wiggled her ass as if to signal the man that she wanted nothing, 
more in the world than for him to stick his blood-gorged phallus into the 
warm inner depths of her now-aching asshole. 

Phil got the message and began inching his way toward his beautiful young 
step-daughter at the same moment that Joan reached underneath to pull the 
girl on top of her so she could share in the feminine licking and sucking of 
cunts. 

But Phil wasn't worried. As Bruce continued masturbating, his eyes bright as 
lamps, watching his sister go to town on his mother's cunt, the man adjusted 
the two prone bodies him so that he could enter Betty from behind as Joan 
began sucking on her rich-flavored young thatch channel. 

"Ohhhhhh shit," Bruce murmured, smiling in anticipation at the show about to 
be put on, as if for his sole pleasure and enjoyment. His hand was a blur 
over his erect cock. 

Slam! 

Phil's cock entered Betty's asshole in one earth-shattering thrust that sent 
vicious waves of pain through the thirteen-year-old's excited body. 

Silently, Betty wept, yet a strange and not unpleasant tingling sensation 
whipped through her as she saw her step-father pick up the dildo, then drop 
it in favor of ... the whip. 

He pounced his heavy shaft into her nonstop while Joan feasted on the young 
pussy, her gism-stained lips moving as if silently praying. She swallowed 
eagerly, smacking her lips in approval. 

Then Phil was suddenly holding the whip in his hand, his arm raised to 
strike Betty's bare back. She cringed in terror, wincing with the pain she 
expected momentarily to feel. 

Phil struck her once, twice, three times, and Betty cried out in agony. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Then she climaxed, the pain increasing her. pleasure immeasurably. 

"Awwwww ... yahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, aggrrhhhhggrrrrr ... shiittttt, wow!, 
Christ...." 

Her ass was on fire, but now Betty had learned to revel in the pain, let it 
wash over her like the sea washes over the beach. Her every muscle screamed 
with pain and her flesh like it had been singed in a tire, but she was 
enjoying it, yes. 

Joan motioned for her step-son to come closer to her. He pretended at first 
not to notice her. He half closed his eyes, too intent on jerking off to 
want to stop, even for a few seconds. 

Then Joan began running her curled tongue invitingly over her lips, making 
them glisten enticingly. Still Bruce decided to ignore her. Then she 
inserted her middle finger and started sucking on it, pushing it in and out 
of her mouth as if it were a thin little cock. 

Bruce's cock began pulsating. He slid over on his ass, still keeping one 
hand pumping on his rigid phallus, and poised it in front of her mother's 
mouth, lowering his crotch so she wouldn't have to strain her neck to reach 
it. 

Then he began to torture. 

He kept his hard thick cock mere inches from her wet lips, enjoying her 
struggle to try to stretch and reach it. Phil smiled as he watched his son 
tease his wife. He rammed into Betty's steaming, aching butt hole, his 
strokes sure and practiced. 

Joan was almost there but not quite. She had to have her son's cock, she 
just had to! She already had her daughter feasting from her cunt as she 
tweaked Betty's clit, her husband inserting a finger up her ass as he 
continued butt fucking Betty. 

But there was more. She had to have the boy's hard pecker in her mouth to 
suck on while she rammed a middle digit up his young and desirable ass. That 
would increase her already tremulously building climax invaluably. 

"Please, baby," she moaned, trying to make a grab for the boy's prick, but 
he was quick and artful enough to elude her, laughing hysterically. He was 
loving his step-mother's annoyance. He flailed away at his cock, tempting 
her. 

She was dying to touch him, to feel his hard essence in her mouth, his 
sweating little body in her arms.... 

"Come on, Bruce, enough is enough ... Phil will you tell your son...." 

Phil burst out laughing. Bruce was nearly in tears. 

Joan started to get up but clearly couldn't she was pinned down by Betty who 
in turn was pinned down by her step-father. It was frustrating. 

I'll kill that boy! She thought maliciously. 

He dangled his thick member in front of her face, whipping the pre-cum 
dribbles onto her forehead. Her tongue ran over her lips again and she 
moaned. 

"Brucie ... BRUCIE!" 

"Something wrong, Mom?" he asked innocently, breaking out into a big grin. 

"You little monster!" He took the whip from his father's hand and struck her 
across the breasts. Joan screamed. "Again," she cried. He hit her twice 
again. "Yes!" 

Bruce was terribly turned on now. He couldn't stand teasing his mother 
anymore. He lowered his cock into her mouth, straddling her face, his balls 
bouncing on her chin, the smooth skin feeling hot and desirable. 

She scooped his balls up in her palm and squeezed them until he yelped with 
pain. 

"Next time don't tease your mother!" she gave him another angry squeeze. 

"Okay! Okay!" 

She stopped and sucked his cock shaft into her mouth, saliva dripping from 
the corners of her mouth. 

"That's more like it!" he sighed, resting on her chest while Betty hungrily 
ate from her steaming pussy. 

Phil slowly extracted his cock from Betty's young ass and inserted it into 
her thirteen-year-old cunt, her ass juice on his shaft lubricating his 
motions, which were further lubricated once her cunt juices started to flow. 

"Wow!" Betty said, her voice thick, her mouth full of her mother's creamy 
gism. 

She moaned once then dove her mouth into the pink redolence of Joan's 
achingly good tasting pussy channel. 

"Suck it, Mommy!" Bruce squealed, Joan running her tongue up and down her 
twelve-year-old son's cock shaft. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she replied, giving his dick numerous tongue slashings. 

"That's it," he encouraged. "Jesus is that ever it!!" 

She smiled at his adolescent excitement, her tongue flashing and flicking, 
delighting Bruce's senses. 

"Yeah! Yeah!" 

Phil extracted his burning cock from his step-daughter's creamy, white, hot 
pussy and bent down, parting her ass cheeks. He cleaned her ass crevice, 
which was viscously running with cum sauce and ass juices, with his pointed 
tongue. She moaned with delight. 

Then he concentrated on her puckered little asshole which resembled a flower 
about to bloom. She tasted sweet and salty, like bananas and cream. She was 
delicious. 

Then he pried open her butt, hole and inserted her tongue, all the way to 
the root. His lips pressed against her asshole, kissing her crevice and the 
puckered little flower, making her tremble excitedly. 

His tongue went way up inside her and was instantly grasped by her 
surprisingly strong ass muscles which worked themselves around the fleshy 
invader as if embracing it. 

"Oh shit, what a hole!" Phil said, his voice sounding muffled as his tongue 
wedged itself further up his step-daughter's wondrous shit hole. 

Seeing what his father was doing, Bruce turned himself around, his cock 
corkscrewing inside his mother's mouth like a thick swizzle-stick, so that 
his ass was directly over her face. 

Then he roughly pulled out his cock and began masturbating again, rising 
only to fall onto his mother's mouth, her lips pressing against the crevice 
that separated his smooth ass cheeks. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. 

"Yesssssss," Bruce groaned, throwing his head back as the woman's tongue 
entered his hole, Bruce prying open his butt with both hands underneath 
himself. 

He watched her breasts bob on her chest in rhythm to. the tongue spiraling 
up his shit channel. 

He grimaced as if in pain but actually he was in a much different sphere of 
sensations. Pleasurable ones to be sure. He yelped as her I tongue slimed 
over his hot prostrate. 

His hand flailed over his stiff organ, his fingers wrapped around the 
tumescent shaft, his bulbous mushroom-shaped cockhead spurting little bits 
of watery pre-cum, just waiting for the moment to run amuck. 

He masturbated astride her face as she licked him out, eating out his 
asshole, probing deeper and deeper ... and deeper still. He could feel the 
distinct cum sensations swelling up inside his sperm sacs. There was no 
telling what was about to happen. 

He began hopping up and down on her chest, her head pounding the pillow each 
time he came back down, her shoulders feeling ready to crack in two from the 
weight of his ecstatic movements. 

She removed the tongue from inside his steaming asshole, then flicked it 
against his puckered hole. This thrilled the twelve-year-old more than words 
could convey. 

"Shittttt," he said tightly, eyes closed as if in pain, his chest muscles 
tightly ribboned across his thin boyish chest. "Ohhhhh Mommy this is it ... 
shit I can feel it cumming up from by aching, cumm-making balls ... up my 
shaft ... shit look at it grow so, thick, and long! Jesus H. Christ I don't 
... think ... I can stand it! Help meeeeeee!" 

He jerked his hand up and down his cockshaft in rhythm to his 'mother's 
tongue as it slithered like a delicious snake over his entrails. 

"I'm dimming." he cried. Her tongue drilled all the way back up his butt. 

"I'm cumming ... cumming ... cumming!" 

She fondled his plump balls, feeling the vibrations within. 

"I'm fucking cumming ... wowwwwwwww!" 

Spunk shot out of his gaping piss slit as he yelped with pleasure. His body 
was in seventh heaven, sending wondrous sex signals to every part of him, 
signals of joy and immeasurable pleasure. 

"Aggggrrrr! Mannnnnn! Wowwwww! Shittttttt!" he cried. 

He bounced and twitched and writhed and jumped, sending wads of cum 
completely off the bed, over to the other side where they slapped wetly onto 
the floor, forming little puddles around the bed. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

Tears ran down his downy cheeks. 

He pumped his beet-red cock like a madman, juice flying all over the room, 
splattering against walls, on Joan's thighs, in Betty's hair, on her back 
and ass and on Phil's hands, which were pressed on either side of his 
step-daughter's fine young hips. 

"Shit!" 

Cum flew in every direction. It seemed the room was swimming in it. Betty 
saw him cumming. sperm shooting like white glistening stars from the tip of 
his prick, and scooped some up with the end of her finger, eagerly eating it 
while she licked her lips clean of her mother's more watery cum fluid. 

"Sock it to me, Mom!" Bruce cried, his ass wriggling in a dance of sheer 
ecstasy. 

She pressed her middle finger against his young asshole and just as he was 
almost finished cumming she rammed it up inside him, her tongue following 
right alongside. The boy's tight hole gave in and took them both, he writhed 
with pleasure, giving the last brief moment's of his orgasm another sharp 
pleasure-pain pang of delight, accentuating its strength. "Mommy! Mommy! 
Mommy!" young Bruce screamed. 

Cum spotted the other's flesh, hot to the touch, when Bruce finished 
climaxing. He was as dry as the desert. 

Then his strength gave way and he collapsed next to his mother, his now limp 
cock dangling wetly from his loins. The hairs glistened with spent cum. 

"Man that was good," he said weakly, wiping the sweat from his face with the 
back of his hand, feeling the slimy essence of his twelve-year-old 
adolescent body underneath, soaking the sheets and rubbing against his back 
and thighs. 

"You were wonderful," Joan said affectionately, running her shapely fingers 
through his hair. 

"But I didn't do anything!" Bruce replied. 

Joan's face tightened as her impending orgasm was upon her. 

"Oh yes you did, sweetheart...." she said thickly, her face turning bright 
red. 

"What?" he asked, puzzled, excited by her approaching orgasm. 

"You ... made ... me ... so ... excited," she panted, rising from her prone 
position on the bed as Phil's finger excited her clit, reaming it with 
mercy. 

"You ... were ... exciting to ... watch humping up and down like that, your 
cute little spunk wads flying all over the room ... shit ... ohhhhh Phil 
you're the best ... honest to Christ that's good!" 

A part of her seemed to burst and she saw stars. 

Cum ran from her cunt as he pressed against her clit button, tweaking it 
repeatedly, making it ring like a divine bell. 

"PHILLLLLL!" 

She came like never before. His finger was like an electrical current 
running through her at break-neck speed. 

Betty was alongside her mother, so that Joan was sandwiched between her 
daughter and step-son. The thirteen-year-old raving beauty had cum several 
times in a row, each one better than the last. Her body was exhausted, not 
used to this non-stop sex game. 

All she could do was wait for her step-father to cum inside her dripping 
vagina as he continued finger-fucking his wife. Joan rippled with another 
orgasm, fire melting her bones. 

Her cunt muscles pulled the man's finger inside, not letting go. He had to 
pull very hard to extract the digit, even long enough to just plunge it all 
the way back in, making her weep with pleasure and pain, her ass aching like 
a motherfucker. 

Bruce reached over and grabbed the dildo. 

He slammed it against his mother's exposed butt, her ass hopping like a 
rabbit up and down the soaked mattress, and she screamed, nearly shattering 
their eardrums. 

"Christ that's unbelievable!" she screeched. 

Bruce picked up tempo, in gear with his father's finger-fucking motions 
until Joan didn't know whether she was cumming (which she was!) or going.... 

Her mind sizzled as her body burned. She writhed and jerked spasmodically, 
heavy pleasure vibrations ripping through her tortured frame. She loved it! 

Phil could feel the time was coming. His balls contracted and tightened, his 
hairs dripping her cum juice. His daughter's cunt was still the tightest he 
had ever known, yet it was beginning, just beginning, to expand. In a few 
months of vigorous fucking she wouldn't be the same girl. 

He dreaded the thought of her cunt expanding but not the idea of fucking her 
to inadvertently make that happen. 

"No more," Joan screamed, actually meaning just the opposite. 

With his free hand, the precocious twelve-year-old boy took the whip and 
began beating his mother's creamy cunt lips, while his father continued 
fucking her. He was getting some of the sting of the whip and knew that his 
orgasm would improve tremendously from the delicious tickling sensations of 
the whip, just barely touching his shaft each time it slashed over the 
woman's upper labia. 

He pounded into her like the world was about to end. She moaned and screamed 
and begged for him to stop, then suddenly began urging him on, her body in a 
delicious turmoil, her mind numb. 

"Motherfuckers!" Phil cried, snapped his head back. 

Betty then felt her cunt turn red hot as the man ejaculated inside her, his 
cum sauce mixing with her own, forming a spicy smelling mix that ran down 
her thighs. 

"Fuck me!" Joan moaned. 

Bruce gave the dildo one final shove and Joan came, bursting into tears and 
moaning: "Beautiful!" 

Phil extracted his finger from his wife's cunt and collapsed on Betty's 
chest, his mouth taking in one of her erect tits. 

He moaned like an animal in heat, sucking her tit like a baby. He came in 
waves inside her, wads clogging her up, her clit button ringing nonstop. 

She joined in his pleasure by cumming herself, her climax taking her by 
surprise, sending her to heaven and back. 

Bruce was becoming so excited again he began rubbing his cock against Joan's 
wet, silky pubic hairs, giving himself an instant erection. He came the 
exact moment Phil reached his second consecutive orgasm inside his 
step-daughter's flowing cuntal membrane. 

Phil pounded her vagina several times more, until he was completely spent. 

They all untangled themselves and gave sighs of relief and satisfaction. 
Their bodies ached, satisfied. 

Phil was surprised, looking at his watch, that they had been at it for 
hours. 

"I think it's about time for bed, kids." He yawned. 

Already half asleep, Bruce and Betty went to their rooms, their clothes 
trailing behind them. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Mom!" Bruce called. No answer. "Mom!" 

He ran upstairs, in a hurry to go for a swim at the public pool. Under his 
jeans he wore a skin tight pair of bathing briefs. He continued calling for 
Joan until he stopped and listened and heard the shower in his mother's 
bedroom. 

"Mom, I need some money ... Mom!" The bathroom door was unlocked. Steam 
enveloped him as he entered the bathroom. Even though it was over 80 degrees 
outside his mother had to have her hot shower. 

"Yes dear?" she called over the noise of running water. 

She rubbed moisture from the glass shower stall and saw her son standing 
there, bare chested, his jeans clinging to his slim body. She felt a sudden 
need to hold him. to.... 

"Yes, dear?" she repeated, brushing wet strands of hair from her dripping 
face. She lowered the pressure of the water. 

"Mom, I need some ... some...." he had gone suddenly tongue-tied. This 
happened every time he saw his mother naked, as she was now, standing with 
the stall door open, steam flowing out in wispy clouds, the mirror clouded 
over. 

"Come closer...." she said, motioning with her hand. 

Water dripped from her pointed nipples. He saw she was aroused. Despite 
their constant they could still turn each other on at the slightest 
provocation. 

He walked toward her, feeling his loins tremble, his cock stiffen. 

"I-I thought I'd go swimming but I need a " couple of ... bucks...." He 
stood there before her and she watched as the swelling at his crotch grew 
larger, his cock shaft snaking down his upper thigh. 

Her heart began pounding, as did his. He watched the quick rising and 
falling of her tits, the swollen tit flesh dripping with little beads of 
water, the nipples red and pouting. He wanted to reach out and touch her. 
They stood inches apart. 

Joan reached out and grabbed the boy's crotch, squeezing it until he closed 
his eyes and leaned against her breasts, his arms going around her wet 
waist. He nestled his head between her mountainous boobs and sighed, his 
cock hard and aching for release. It pressed against her thighs, her 
dripping muff making a damp spot just below his waist. 

She squeezed and cupped his crotch, feeling the tightening of his member 
until it was fully hard. Bruce began sweating, partly because of the hot 
bathroom and partly because of his growing excitement. It never failed to 
amaze him how thrilled he could get at the mere sight of his mother's well 
shaped body. Perhaps because it was his step-mother, not his real mother. He 
couldn't remember his real mother. She had died when he was quite young. 

Her hand slid under the tight pants, across his buttocks, to his moist ass 
crack where she tried to slip in her middle finger, but to no avail. The 
pants and briefs make access to his crack too difficult. 

Instead she cupped his chin in her palm and they kissed, she leaning down so 
that her tits swung like two cantaloupes within reach of his trembling 
fingers. 

He grabbed one tit and with his other hand grabbed a fistful of her pubic 
hairs and pulled, making her cry out with joy. 

"My baby boy!" she cooed, as if Bruce were truly her real son, not that she 
ever thought differently of him. They were too close for that. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned into his ear, biting his lobe. 

"Why don't you take a shower with me instead of going swimming?" Joan asked 
him, her lips gluing against his, her tongue journeying inward. 

He pulled away to say, "But it's too hot, Mom, it's fucking hot outside you 
know." 

They both laughed at Joan's like of hot showers, no matter what the 
temperature was outside. 

"Well I can always adjust the temperature, though I can't promise it still 
won't get hot for you...." 

They both laughed. 

She increased the pressure of the water and lowered the temperature to suit 
the boy. 

"Undress, sweetheart." She-got back in the stall and watched him strip. 

He was so turned on he nearly fell when taking off Ins pants, nearly 
breaking his neck. 

She laughed. "We have all the time in the world, baby. Nothing like a little 
sex in the early afternoon!" 

"You bet!" 

His cock was perfectly outlined against the rather flimsy fabric of his 
striped swim briefs. 

"I'll have to buy you a new pair of trunks, sweetheart, can't have all the 
girls clambering all over you, can we?" 

"Why not?" the boy said, giggling, slipping out of his briefs. 

His pale cock was in sharp contrast to his tan, which he had acquired in the 
past few days, lounging in the sun now that school was over for the summer. 
Betty, too, had a nice tan. Joan, however, was still rather pale. She didn't 
tan well. 

His cock head was bulbous and purplish, a think trickle of watery pre-cum 
oozing from the tip. 

He stepped gingerly into the shower, as it was slightly slippery with soapy 
water. They quickly embraced and he rubbed his loins purposefully into her 
muff. They kissed hungrily, their lips meshed together, water spraying over 
them, running down her pale body and his tanned back. 

"Ohhhh you smell so good, Mom," he cooed, his tongue running over her cheek, 
her shoulders. He cleaned her like a cat. 

"Hold me tight, sweetheart, I mean really tight!" 

They pressed against one another and she felt the oozing tip of his cock rub 
against her moist labia, exciting her, making her crotch itch with desire. 
She could never get enough of her adorable little son. 

She looked down and gasped. His cock was so big! It was standing up like a 
tower from between his shimmering thighs, hairless but dotted with running 
water. 

She reached down and parted his cheeks apart with her middle digit, letting 
it run down between his buttocks, reaming his crack, feeling his puckering 
asshole open and contract excitedly as she made contact with it, prying 
apart his cheeks so the water could more easily run down it, making him 
squirm with delight. 

The water was just the right temperature. Not too hot and not too cool. 

"Let me was you," Joan said, taking a bar of soap from the holder affixed to 
the tiled wall. 

"Then I'll wash you! Hey, we've never done that before!" 

"The family that washes together stays together," his mother joked. 

She washed his hair and face, tenderly massaging his cheeks with the flat of 
her palms, making them rosy red under the tan. Then she worked downwards, 
starting at his shoulders. 

"You have a gorgeous little body for a young boy, Bruce," she admired. "Not 
a scratch on it and so smooth, except for that delightful patch of pubic 
hair on your cock and ... yes, under your armpits too! My little boy is 
really growing up!" 

"Yeah, so's my cock." The tip of it pressed between her labia and managed to 
slip inside just a trace, just pressing against her enlarged clitoris, 
sending an instant wave of pleasure through her body. 

"Now, now, not so fast ... must learn to be patient...." 

She got on her knees and washed his chest and reached behind to soap his 
back, his body beginning to tremble with anticipation. 

"Soon, soon," she whispered. 

Then she got to his cock. She took his balls gently in her hands, squeezing 
them and testing their weight. They were filled to the brim with life-giving 
cum. She yearned to taste his heady essence. 

She soaked his cock shaft, her fingers tracing its length, feeling its 
thickness, the veins protruding, gorged with blood, waiting ... waiting.... 

"Mom, suck it," he moaned, his groin pressing against her hand. She 
remembered how he teased her that night weeks ago. A smile spread over her 
face. 

"In a little while. I want to get you good and hot, Brucie...." 

"But I am hot, Mom, hot for your creamy cunt," he protested, his voice 
reduced to a whine. 

"Sssshhhh now ... be patient ... be patient." 

"Shit," he muttered. 

She ran her fingers up and down his thick shaft, feeling it jerk 
spasmodically against her. Another ooze of cum slipped out of his piss slit. 
He was almost there.... 

She turned him around and soaped his asshole, her finger cleaning inside his 
butt. 

"Ohhhhh shit," the boy said under his breath, leaning on one of the tiled 
walls for support. His other hand was on the top of Joan's head; he was 
trying desperately to guide her straight to his cock, to have her hot lips 
pressing upon his gorged member. 

But Joan wouldn't touch his cock to her lips. Not yet. 

"Please," he muttered under his breath, moaning with anticipation. 

Joan's soapy hands left the boy's buttocks and cock and went further down 
his smooth, tanned body. She ran her fingers over his thighs, noting that 
already muscles were forming, he was becoming muscular. She sighed, think: 
My baby boy is growing up, even though she had only known him since he was 
barely eleven years old. 

"Suck me," he groaned, his fingers running through her wet, stringy hair. 

"Soon...." 

"Now!" 

"Soon...." 

"Ohhh Mommy please!" he wailed. "Don't do this to me!" 

"Ssssshhhh!" 

"Please!" 

"I said quiet!" She slapped him on the rear. He pulled her hair, trying, 
like a puppeteer with his marionette, to get her head at the right position, 
just in front of his cock, her mouth poised on his prick head. 

She pushed him against the wall and pinned him by the waist. 

"Okay, you asked for it!" With that she took his peter in her hand and began 
giving him the most strenuous hand-job he was ever to have in his life. 

She tightly gripped his hard, hot phallus and began flailing it, her fist 
moving up and down, up and down, continuously. 

His hands were waving in the air. She had taken him so completely by 
surprise with her tight fist-fucking that he could hardly catch his breath. 
He stood, weak kneed, his back pinned against the wet wall, water cascading 
like a waterfall above his head, water streaming down his body and dripping 
off his balls as they jumped like huge Mexican jumping beans as she pumped 
harder and faster. 

"Shit not so ... HARD!" 

He tried to pull away from her grasp but she was too strong for him. She was 
determined to teach him a lesson. 

"Christ ... ohhhh Christ!" he wailed. 

She held his cock so tight in her gloved fist that the skin was stretched to 
its limit over the shaft, his glans coming completely to view on the 
down-stroke, hidden in the up-stroke. 

His prick shaft turned a bright red and the bulbous cockhead was a deep 
shade of purple, seeping watery droughts of pre-cum. 

"Mommy please!" 

"Please what?" she taunted him, staring up to him, her eyes mocking him, a 
sadistic grin on her face. Her expression frightened the boy, which was her 
intention. Pain and fear often lent a more pleasurable high when orgasm was 
reached. Bruce's would be tremendous. 

"You like your mother to wank you off like this, don't you sweetheart?" 

"Not so hard ... ohhh shit, Mom!" 

"What's so hard, your cock or my fist fucking strokes?" she jested. 

"Mom ... pleeassseeeeeee...." He grimaced with the aching pain emanating 
from his crotch. She was fucking him so hard he squinted with the pain, 
sharp tremors running through him. 

"Mmmmmmmnn...." Joan licked his cock, while slowly doing on the downstroke. 
his glans miraculously coming to full view. She sighed, as if meeting a 
friend she hadn't seen for some time. 

"Suck it," Bruce said between clenched teeth, his feet slipping on the 
floor, his legs giving in on him. As he slowly slid down, Joan kept a hard 
hold on his prick, lowering herself down at the same time until they were 
both sitting on the shower floor, rain tumbling down from the faucet. 

She took the back of his head in her open palm and drew him to her, their 
lips meeting in ecstasy, his cock jerking tremulously inside her tightly 
closed fist. 

"Shit," he squealed. 

"Yesssss," she hissed, like a viper about to strike. 

They kissed again, her tongue rushing into his open lips. He sucked on her 
tongue, his hands running over her tits, feeling the delicious mounds, 
tweaking her nipples, feeling the weight of her boobs. 

Her hand was flying up and down his cock now. His shaft was getting thicker 
and thicker. She knew he was about to come. She hand fucked him even faster, 
his moist cock aching and desiring release. 

The friction of her fist passing up and down his cock at such a speedy rate 
was making his poor prick feel like a lit torch. He tried to pull her hand 
away but she was too determined to give up that easy. She was easily sapping 
him of a greater part of his energy. He tried getting up but it was 
impossible. His legs were stiff and it seemed as if every ounce of his 
energy had been stolen from him. 

"My fucking cock! OWwwwww!" 

Joan laughed, a mad glint in her eyes. 

"Mommy please ... please ... ohhhh shit I can feel it, I can really feel it. 
Fuck here is comes. Here it fucking comes ... Here, here, here, ohhhhhh 
Christ...." 

Gism spurted out of his spasmodically jerking cock, spraying all over his 
step-mother's tits and crotch. 

"SHITTTTT!" 

He humped the floor, his ass hopping up and down like a rabbit. He squealed 
with delight, every muscle on fire, blood racing hotly through his veins. 

His cock was hugely thick in her hand as she flailed him. He could hardly 
believe it himself as he stared downward, a smile of supreme pleasure on his 
face, his eyes half closed, moans issuing from his dry lips. He raised his 
face and water fell on it. His tongue ran over his lips. He groaned, 
calling: "Mommy, mommy, mommy...." 

A warm feeling spread over her as she saw how pleasurable an experience this 
was turning out to be for her step-son. Just as she had planned. He was 
obviously loving every second of her fist-fucking. 

Angels danced before his eyes. He could have cried with joy. He had never 
known such all absorbing pleasure before. It raged upward from his loins and 
quickly enveloped him in a blanket of absolute bliss. He wanted it to go on 
forever. He prayed to keep on cumming. 

But unfortunately all good things have to come to an end. Bruce slumped back 
against the wall and watched his mother lick her sperm-stained cheek, where 
a thick glob of jizz had adhered to despite the running water. 

"Man, that was good," he sighed, his heart still pounding heavily against 
his chest. 

Joan rubbed the remaining spunk on the boy's belly and pubic hairs over his 
body, coating it in the viscous mixture. Then she began licking him all 
over, in ever-widening circles, her tongue like a shovel as she scooped his 
essence into her mouth. 

She swallowed and smiled. He was delicious! 

Her tongue went to his gaping piss slit and drilled quickly inside, rewarded 
by another fresh taste of his cum sauce. He was completely dry. But only for 
the moment. 

"Now it's your turn," she said, spreading her legs wide apart and leaning 
back against the wall facing Bruce. 

He took the cue and slid over to her, lying on the wet floor and going right 
for her clit with his pointed little tongue. She moaned ecstatically when he 
reamed it repeatedly, giving her the sharp pangs that could mean only one 
thing! orgasm. 

Her cunt gates opened and out came a flood of juicy cum juice, filling the 
boy's eager mouth to the brim so that he had difficulty swallowing and at 
the same time tickling the tip of her clit button. Yet he managed! 

"You delightful little boy," Joan moaned, her head turning from side to 
side, eyes closed, her hand resting on top of Bruce's head. 

His nose pressed hard against her clit as his tongue journeyed deeper and 
deeper up her cunt channel. Her sharp orgiastic warning pangs were becoming 
sharper and sharper still. She writhed on the floor, her ass tracing circles 
on the wet floor. 

"Mmmmmm," she sighed tremulously. 

She pressed down on his head and he went further inside her. She was 
absolutely delicious! This is the best treat a boy could have, he thought 
merrily, lightly biting on her clit, making her squeal with joy. Her mushy 
cunt filled again with female gism, tantalizing the twelve-year-old. 

"Suck me dry, you dirty little cunt kisser!" 

He took her clit between his lips and sucked on it as if it were a teat. She 
loved it, her body on fire, unable to keep still for a moment. 

"My God!" she cried. 

Another fluid gust of female gism flooded her cunt channel, running into the 
eager twelve-year-old's mouth, soothing like the best of liquors, making 
each and every nerve end tingle with delight. 

His cock, which was limp and dangling uselessly between his thighs, now 
sprung to life. She reached out and grabbed it, thrusting her fist up and 
down over it. Then he grabbed her by both legs and slid her downwards, the 
water rushing over them, and prepared to mount her. By now his cock was 
ready for action. He knelt in front of her parted legs, his cock in hand, 
becoming harder and thicker as he flailed his fist over it, a glint of keen 
anticipation in his bright little eyes. 

"Ohhhh," Joan said appreciatively, eying his thick and heady member. 

Pulling her legs around his waist, his cock a mere half inch from her portal 
of ecstasy, Joan readily wrapped her legs around him, pressing her muff 
closer to his huge dong. She closed her eyes and let the shower water spill 
over her face. 

"Do it," she murmured. "Fuck me, Brucie, sweetheart. Let me feel that 
delicious cock of yours slicing like a knife through my aching pussy. I'm so 
hot for you I can hardly stand it. My beautiful, beautiful little boy! Fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

His cock standing straight and tall, unaided by his hand as he needed them 
both to steady himself against her slippery body, the excited boy pressed 
his loins against her open, steaming pussy channel. 

He pressed forward, lunging, and he was inside her, to the hilt. 

She experienced a tremendous rush. Her head began spinning, her body seeming 
to run away from her. She moaned ecstatically, feeling his thick, slithery 
member inch up inside her like a huge snake. The pressure building up in her 
crotch was intense, rising to fill her body as he jabbed forward, thrusting 
his hard cock deep inside her. Then he rammed into her so hard her head hit 
the tiled wall and nearly made her unconscious. She mumbled incoherently, 
only aware of one thing: the wondrous feelings being produced solely because 
of his snake-like prick. 

His cock dome, now the size and shape of a giant mushroom, pressed against 
her inner cuntal walls, his cock shaft pulsating right against her clit 
button. She moaned and groaned with the intense sexual feelings rushing 
pell-mell through her flaming twat. 

He felt the water hit his back and run down, tingling the blonde hairs under 
his arms, running off his cock tube and between the crevice of his slim 
buttocks. 

"Shittt," he exclaimed, her cunt muscles completely surrounding and pulling 
on his cock. 

They drove him further inward, her viscous juices lubricating his adolescent 
desires, pressing him further and further toward his objective-the very 
inner bowels of her pussy. 

His balls slapped a tattoo against her pubis, her musty muff tickling his 
pubic hairs. She looked down and saw his cock shaft go in, then out, of her 
steaming pussy hole. She gasped with delight to find herself juicing at a 
tremendous rate, an orgasm already building deep inside her, threatening to 
burst her in two. 

"harder," she cried. 

He kept his fluid pace, as if ignoring her. Her nails raked his back, 
drawing blood. 

"Harder!" 

He grimaced with the pain, moaning sensually. 

"Harder, goddamn it!" 

He pounded viscously into her, pressing her spine against the wall, her body 
arched inward as if in a fetal position. 

"That's it!" she screamed, her voice sounding hollow and unreal in the 
confines of the shower stall, with the water rushing over both of them, 
their each and every scream and moan and sigh echoing inside the chamber, 
accentuating their pleasure, amplifying it. 

"I love it!" Bruce cried delightedly, his cock feeling like a huge tower as 
it reamed against Joan's enlarged clitoris. 

He never knew such exquisite pleasure before, knowing instinctively that his 
impending orgasm would be one of the most, if not the most intense, orgasm 
he would ever experience. 

This thought made him pound into her with even more force, until she was 
pinned to the wall, unable to move a muscle, her body on fire, the water 
doing little to put out the flames reaching outward from her hot cunt. 

"Shittttt! Fuckkkk! Jessuuussss!" she screamed, the sounds reverberating in 
their ears as they bounced off the four tiled walls. 

Bruce felt her cunt quaking and sure enough she came, spurting cunt juice in 
a prodigious amount, running out of her portal, streaming down his cock 
shaft and dripping off his plump hairless balls. 

"Fuck that's hot!" Bruce said, his balls opening and contracting, tightening 
against his cock root. 

"My God!" she groaned, the heat becoming almost too intense. 

She wailed with pleasure, her body thrashing and squirming under his, her 
breasts tightly pressed against his slim, tanned chest. 

She could feel his tiny pointed nipples pressing like needles against her 
titflesh, her boobs flattened against his forceful thrusts. He inched upward 
and her mouth joined his. His lips were spread apart and her tongue slipped 
in between them, wetly caressing his gums, his teeth, the hollow of his 
inner cheek." 

"Mommy, I think I'm cumming ... cumming ... shit I can feel it, the cum is 
so fucking hot in my nuts, so much of it ... I don't think I can stand it 
much longer...." 

His facial muscles tightened and a crease appeared on his forehead, as if he 
was concentrating hard on something, which he was. He was trying to put off 
cumming as long as possible. He wanted to feel another delicious orgiastic 
hot rush of her female fuck sauce. He wanted her to cum again. Then in the 
gentle warmth of her flood he would let himself go and their cums would mix 
inexorably. 

They pressed tightly against each other, their mouths still joined, the 
sweat mingling with the shower water, steam beginning to envelope them as 
their body temperatures rose another ten degrees. 

A red film covered Bruce's eyes. He was finding it difficult to see, to 
breathe, his heart pounding furiously against his ribs. 

"More ... harder ... more," Joan cried feebly, her head throbbing, her body 
tingling with desire. 

"OHHHHHHHHH!" Joan climaxed a second time, her cunt boiling up. 

"Wowwww!" Bruce let himself go and felt the intense rush of semen up his 
shaft. It propelled him forward, nearly slamming his head against the wall. 
He clutched her tightly, screaming with pleasure. 

He couldn't comprehend how good his orgasm was. Wads of thick creamy cum 
shot out of his piss slit like rockets. He howled with delight, his every 
nerve and reveling in the intense feeling rushing through him. 

Wad after hot wad joined her more watery cum and ran out of her pussy slit, 
running over her pubes and his, his fuck motions sounding more and more 
slushy. 

They squealed with abandon, like wild animals cumming in the night. 

"Keep it cumming!" his step-mother cried with joy. 

"Yess, Mom, ooh shit yesssssss!" he rejoined. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her scissor hold, nearly 
cracking his young ribs. 

He pounded his fists on her boobs, screaming and hollering with pleasure. It 
wouldn't stop. His pleasure feeling seemed to increase instead of dissipate. 
It rose like an enormous ... thing ... from deep inside his aching nuts. His 
sacs pressed tightly against the walls of his inner testicles, now quickly 
becoming drier and drier. 

Her clit button sang with joy as his thick cock shaft repeatedly pressed 
against it, in and out, his skin tightly meshed over his shaft, the veins 
hot and protruding, gorged with blood. 

"Mommy!" 

"Ohh yess, hot and strong ... Brucie ... What a cock ... hard ... thick...." 

He grimaced with the pleasure-pain, vibrations of intense feeling absorbing 
every particle of his adolescent body. 

Then it stopped as quickly as it had begun. They both lay on the shower 
stall floor, exhausted and spent, the water still spilling on top of them, 
cooler now as they had been fucking for some time, their bodies wrinkled 
like prunes. 

"Let's dry off," Joan said, getting up. She quickly soaped off the cum 
residue on her muff and clinging to the boy's pubic patch and balls. Then 
they walked hand in hand to towel themselves off. 

He stood in her bedroom, feeling the absorbent smoothness of the towel 
brushing over his torso. She dried him off, concentrating on his cock and 
balls, and his delicate little puckered asshole. Then he took the towel and 
attended to her body, pausing at the tits and at the crack between her 
thighs. 

Soon they were both excited again, clutching each other tightly. He sucked 
on her tits, his slim buttocks pressing inwards as his muscles contracted. 
She reached behind him and cupped each ass cheek, holding tight. 

"My sweet little baby boy," she sighed in his ear. 

He clamped his teeth on her nipple and nuzzled it deliciously. She bent her 
head back and moaned with pleasure, her hot box itching with desire. She 
knew what she had to do, what she had to have, and where she had to have it. 

She broke from their embrace and went to fetch the dildo. His eyes lit up 
when he saw it in her hand. 

"Lie on the bed," she commanded him. Something in her voice made him do it 
instantly. 

She pulled his legs up and apart. Seeing his cock was jerking and trembling 
with the need to cum again, she poised the tip of the dildo against his ass, 
her own asshole twitching like mad, and thrust it inside. 

"No!" he cried but too late. 

A wave of intense pain flashed through him as she rammed the thick rubber 
dildo all the way up his soft unyielding butt. He screamed in pain. He 
couldn't see because of the pain, the tip of the phallus pressing hard 
against his delicate prostrate. 

"Mommy, stop!!!" 

But she wouldn't let up for a moment. 

"Mommy, it hurts so much!" He started to cry, tears running down his 
flushed, downy cheeks. 

He squirmed on the bed, feeling the heat rise up his ass channel. He had 
never been assaulted in this manner before. His ass was certainly not 
virgin, yet whoever had been butt-fucking him before, with cock or dildo, 
had been relatively careful not to hurt the delicate inner membranes. 

But this time Joan was out to give him pain, which in her philosophy meant 
renewed pleasure consciousness. The more pain, the more heightened the 
ensuing pleasure. Which explained the whip. And the dildo. 

In and out slammed the dildo, reaming inside the poor boy's hot butt. He 
howled with pain, sobbing, kicking, screaming for her to stop. He tried to 
get away but somehow couldn't Each move seemed to increase the pain as she 
spiraled it up his shit tube, digging into the entrails, popping against the 
tremulous prostrate, giving him no mercy, her viscous thrusts increasing. 

"Can't stand it ... can't...," he murmured, then blacked out. 

Joan pulled out the fake cock and straddled his thighs, taking his cock in 
her hand and poised it at the entrance of her shit hole. Then he awoke, 
dazed at first, the vibrations of his pain still present. 

"What-Mommy, what's happen-" 

She lowered herself on top of him, holding tightly to his stiff schlong. 
Then she relaxed her prostrate muscles and his cock head slipped easily 
inside her channel. 

"Wow!" he moaned, all pain forgotten. 

She grimaced as his thick cock slid all the way inside her. His pubes 
brushed against her muff. 

"So tight!" he groaned. She kept fondling his balls as she went up and down 
on top of him, his cock jerking inside the tight, hot confines of her ass 
tunnel. 

"This is the life!" he sighed. 

"You bet, you little cockboy!" 

She sat on his thighs and wiggled her butt, his cock firmly entrenched 
inside her moist hole. She spread her hands over his chest, squeezing his 
little erect nipples, making him squeal with delight. She pulled at the 
hairs underneath his armpits until he giggled with delight and pleasure. 

Then she leaned forward, his cock bending inside her. He loved this. Then 
she bent backward, causing his cock to bend away from his body. This brought 
him renewed pain, and he quickly grabbed her thighs and forced her to come 
back toward him. She rocked herself on his thighs like an empty bottle 
bobbing in water. 

She alternated in this way, giving him pleasure, then pain, pleasure then 
pain until he didn't know whether he was coming or going. 

Then he knew. He was cumming. 

The hot sauce in his rocks swiftly swept up his tube and out of his gaping 
piss slit, filling her ass to the brim, overflowing until great globs of 
semen rolled down his red shaft. 

His aching cock produced one of the most memorable pleasure sensations he 
had ever experienced. It was truly delicious. He moaned with joy, squealed 
with pleasure, sighed with satisfaction. 

Then she went up and down, then spiraled her lower torso, giving his cock a 
heady workout. It thickened and lengthened even further inside her, the way 
it always seemed to do when he was in the wondrous throes of an orgasm. 

"Ohhhhh Christ that's good," Joan approved. 

"Man, yesss!" he sighed. 

He finger-fucked her once his orgasm subsided, though she kept his cock 
inside her butt channel, moving up and down, keeping it erect. His fingers 
zoomed in and out of her, reaming her clit, making it ring like a bell. 

Then his knuckles were showered with her hot dew. It splashed over his loins 
and spread wetly over the sheets, making viscous stains on the mattress. 

"Cumming...." she murmured, her lips pouting, her head thrown back, her long 
hair falling over her shoulders, still wet from the shower. 

"Christ you're tight!" he commented, his cock keeping its erectness inside 
her swelling shit channel. 

"But you love it," she added. 

"You bet!" 

He started humping back at her, his cock inching inside the limited confines 
of her asshole. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Give it to Momma!" 

"What an ass!" 

He took hold of her swinging boobs and squeezed, rising a bit off the bed in 
order to better luck her. He was good still for another orgasm. And he 
wasn't going to let the opportunity pass him by. 

He fucked into her with all his adolescent strength. She howled with 
pleasure. His fingers worked inside her cunt, concentrating on her clit 
button, making her cream heavily now. 

"Here it comes!" she said. 

"I'm fucking ... ready ... ready!" 

She fell on top of him, nearly crushing him. Her tits flattened against his 
chest. He was panting, as was she. Cunt juice smeared over his thighs, loins 
and belly. She came in a rush, moaning in ecstasy. 

His cock bent forward, he came, only a spurt of cum this time, but the 
pleasure was intense. More intense than the other few times put together. 
They thrashed and squirmed on the cum-and sweat-covered sheets. 

He cried: "Mommy! Mommy!" 

She moaned ecstatically: "Brucie! My baby boy! BRUCIE!" 

Then they lay in each other's arms. Before she knew it the boy was asleep in 
her arms, his breathing steady, his face uncreased and a smile spread across 
his face. 

Soon she too feel asleep and they lay in one another's arms for some time, 
motes of dust dancing in the sunlight above their heads. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The house seemed strangely quiet when Bruce entered. He was sweating 
heavily, having just finished two sets of tennis with a friend at the school 
courts. He placed his racket on a chair in the hall and went into the 
kitchen for a glass of water. 

He opened his door, spun around to close it and was instantly pounced upon 
by his step-mother, who held him by the shoulders. 

Before he could say a word, Betty scooted out of his bathroom and grabbed 
him from behind, her arms closing around his waist. 

Then Joan got down and took him by the ankles, lifting him up while Betty 
started to carry him toward the bed. 

"Wha?" 

"Sshh!" his step-mother hissed. 

"Hey, what's going on...?" 

Betty pinned him on the bed, his sweating body pressed against hers, 
staining her tee-shirt. Joan brought his legs over and lay over them, her 
hands working on his fly. 

Betty took the whip that had been on his bedside table and raised her hand, 
ready to strike her step-brother. 

Bruce started to struggle, but the girl and woman had him pinned down well. 
He could only kick, or try to, while trying to maneuver himself from Betty's 
tight hold. Impossible. 

Betty burst out laughing, hitting him hard across the ribs. 

Joan's fingers were trembling as she pulled off his briefs. His cock had a 
half-erection, the balls having shrunk in fear. Then, by deftly manipulating 
his growing member, Joan had him fully hard in no time at all. 

"Mom, what ... what...." 

Betty kissed him again, then ran her tongue over the welt on his shoulder, 
causing him to cry out when the salt in her saliva rubbed against the red 
line. 

"Delicious...." she murmured as she licked, her tongue going lower down his 
body, pausing to drill into his navel, then licking at his cock shaft as 
Joan masturbated him. 

"Please, Sis....PLEASE!" 

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Betty and Joan giggled like two little girls. 

"PLEASE!" 

Joan took his stiff prong in her hand and squeezed it until the head turned 
a deep purple, the blood rushing up to fill it. 

"Hey, that hurts ... shit ... stop!" 

Betty squeezed his balls together like two marbles. 

"Stop!" 

Betty's teeth ran along the underside of his cock, pulling at the shaft 
skin, nibbling it and chewing on it. 

Joan pulled on his sacs with her teeth, taking the hanging flesh under the 
two testicles and biting on it. Bruce was terrified. He wasn't sure if the 
girl and woman weren't out to castrate him! 

The biting and gnashing and pulling were driving the frightened little boy 
up the wall. He couldn't pull himself away. They held on to him much too 
tightly. It was difficult enough to breath, let alone escape! 

They decided to lay in wait for him until after he returned from the tennis 
games, when he would be more apt to be tired and worn out. unable to fully 
defend himself. And they had been right. Already he had resigned himself to 
the attack. He no longer tried to fight his step-sister or step-mother. 

Betty, her luscious teen-age body just out of Bruce's grasp, glittered with 
the late afternoon sunlight. She looked like a goddess. Passion grew in the 
boy's loins. 

Joan raised Bruce's ass off the bed, to expose his puckered ass-hole. 

Betty poised the tip of the rubber phallus to the opening. 

"Shit, don't," he cried. 

"Quiet!" Joan screamed. 

Bruce lay there, whimpering, his eyes closed, eyelids quivering. 

"Okay, sweetheart, give it to him!" 

Joan began really sucking on his tremulous tool. It quickly became apparent 
that Bruce was enjoying this attention considerably. His head went from side 
to side, moans issued from his hot lips. His hand reached out and came in 
contact with his sister's sweet little ass. He hooked his fingers into her 
crevice and brought her around so her ass was directly in line with his 
mouth. Then she sat on his face, the dildo still spiraling up his butt. 

"Want to taste cunt?" she panted. 

Bruce extracted his mouth and said: "Yes. bitch, give me all of it!" 

She turned around, the dildo slipping from her fingers, being expelled from 
his ass as the muscles contracted. A tiny popping sound was heard when the 
dildo shot out of his bum, but no one heard it? they were all too intent on 
other matters. 

Joan sucked the boy's prong with more vigor, feeling it jerk inside her 
mouth, a sure sign he was about to cum. Her mouth watered with the 
anticipatory pleasure of imagining her mouth being filled by his delicious 
male essence. 

He squirmed under her deft touch, as her fingers traced the outline of his 
balls, then pausing to squeeze each testicle, first one then the other. Then 
her fingers entwined themselves among his blond pubic hairs, feeling their 
silky smoothness, their damp muskiness. 

Before he knew what was happening she had three fingers up his butt. At the 
same time Betty slipped her cunt over his mouth, his tongue automatically 
dripping with her freshly-made cunt cream as it splashed out of her portal 
of pleasure. 

His mouth made a slurping noise as it went in and out, over and around her 
cunt, kissing the lips, brushing deliciously against her thick and moist 
muff. 

She reached orgasm just a few short seconds later, her body jerking 
convulsively atop his. She licked at his belly button, then licked his pubes 
clean, her mother's mouth and hers brushing against each other as they paid 
their respects to the boy's young phallus. 

"Shit!" Bruce mumbled, his mouth full of cunt cream, his face still pressed 
against "his step-sister's delicious steaming pussy. 

"Christ!' Betty moaned as she came, seeing red. "Christ! Christ! Christ!" 

"Eat it," she cried. 

"Mmmmmmm...." 

"Suck it all out." Her voice was husky and tight. 

"Srggrhhhnnnnn," he slurped out her heady essence. 

Suddenly his ass started hopping up and down the mattress. He started 
thrusting his pelvis up to Joan's face, making her suck all the more harder. 
She reached underneath the boy to grab his ass in order to better position 
herself for the kill. 

He started twitching uncontrollably as sweat ran down his body, over his 
welts, making them itch and throb painfully. He could feel his cock harden 
terrifically, as the balls pulled inward, then outward. 

With a heave of his ass he came, ejaculating his fine fuck fluid inside her 
anxiously awaiting mouth. She was filled to the brim, guzzling down wad 
after steaming hot wad of his delicious gism. She sighed with pleasure as 
the soothing liquid coursed down her parched throat. 

He pumped his ass up and down furiously, pausing in his cunt eating to let 
out a scream that could only have come from a young boy experiencing the cum 
of his life. His voice cracked and he whined like a little boy, his cock 
jerking in her mouth, slapping against the hollows of her cheeks. 

"Christ almighty!" he screeched. 

She took tight hold of his buttocks and continued her sucking, her giant 
tits like bouncing balloons as he struggled to tree himself. He came again 
and again inside her, wad after wad filling her, bubbling out of the corners 
of her mouth, trickling off of her chin, running down between her breasts. 
"Jesus, Jesus. Jesus!" he cried. 

Joan had to use every ounce of her strength to keep him on the bed. 

"Fucking shit!"-His body was in the delicious throes of a tremendously 
intense orgasm. It was a wonder his twelve-year-old frame could withstand 
such all-encompassing pleasure. The pleasure pangs were almost unbearably 
keen, tremulous waves that spread all over the boy, making him feel like he 
was a bird on the wing, high above the earth, heaven bound. 

"Ohhhhh my god...." He sounded weak. 

When he finished ejaculating into her mouth she let go of his spent, flaccid 
member and let it drop, slapping against his upper thigh, splattering it 
with the last remaining bit of cum inside him, which Joan quickly scooped up 
with her witchy tongue and swallowed gratefully. 

"Man am I beat!" he said in the bearest of whispers. 

"Fun's not over yet, baby boy," Joan said sarcastically, wiping the sperm 
from her lips with her tongue. 

"You mean...?" 

Betty and Joan nodded in unison, giggling. 

They switched positions. Joan held the whip this time, her cunt poised over 
the young boy's mouth, while Betty made ready to give him a blow-job, 
his-second in a row. 

Bruce had his chance for escape when the girl and her mother changed 
positions, yet he didn't take it, for whatever reason. His eyes never kept 
off his sister's perky little ass. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting 
a bit of her muskiness. 

"Ready?" Joan asked, as if they were about to start a race. 

"You bet," Betty said, laughing. 

"Oh boy!" Bruce said, as his sister's hot lips brought his cock to life 
again. 

His mother quickly lowered herself onto his face, her muff in line with his 
mouth. 

What more could a boy ask for, Bruce wondered as he slurped at his 
step-mother's cavernous but delicious cunt. Here I am, he mused, 
twelve-years-old, fucking my sister and mother every day, one cunt being 
sucked now while I finger-fuck the other and get sucked off! What a 
Combination! 

"Ohhhh, lover boy that is intense!" 

Joan approved, shifting her weight so he would have the best opportunity to 
fully eat out her oozing cunt. And then she came, and they all just lay 
there together in unison as a family should, fell asleep all clutching each 
other. 

He went to work with gusto, his tongue encircling her large clit button, 
flicking it clean of its slimy residue of female gism. She moaned and sighed 
with pleasure, feeling the delicious beginnings of an orgasm coming upon 
her. 

She fingered his pubic patch, watching her daughter suck his cock in and out 
of her mouth, saliva making the shaft shine like a torch. 

"What a cock my boy has on him," Joan said proudly, admiring his thick, 
lengthy tool. 

"So delicious...." Betty added. 

Betty concentrated on his most sensitized part-his cockhead. She ran the 
flat of her tongue over the tip of his glans, letting it glide like a bird 
over his dome-shaped prick. Bruce moaned in appreciation, his cock shaft 
swelling automatically, knowing he would soon be shooting wads of cum 
through it, and with that pleasure sensations so keen he would hardly be 
able to stand them. 

Her tongue licked the oozing fluid from his piss slit. His glans were wet 
and rubbery, not unlike the pseudo-phallus she had inserted in his slim 
little butt. The veins on his prick shaft stood out in sharp relief as they 
filled with blood. 

His cock did look and feel and taste enormous as it pulsed tremulously. 

His time was nearing. He was too exhausted from tennis to endure the amount 
of pain and pleasure he would be getting. He could not hold his orgasms back 
like he normally would have been able to. Already he felt tired, his many 
nights of play and days of frantic activity finally showing telltale signs. 

A miniature heart seemed to be pulsating steadily inside his cock shaft, 
warning him of his immanent orgasm. He readied himself, his muscles 
tightening, his sinews stretching as his body lifted slowly off the bed, 
first his ass, then he would fall back and his shoulders would rise, but not 
very far up, as Joan was firmly pressed on top of him, her cunt still 
affixed on his Her cum continued to drip at a startling rate from within her 
pussy channel. Her muff tickled his face, and his nose was dripping cum like 
he had a running nose from a cold. Occasionally, he would lift his head from 
her vagina and take a deep breath. Then, as if diving underwater, he would 
plunge back into her pussy and continue his delightful sucking and 
tongue-probing, much to Joan's extreme pleasure. 

The boy is really quite something, Joan thought as he renewed his exciting 
clit reaming. He had the gusto of a bull. Never pausing, he went deeper and 
deeper into her steaming pussy, until his lungs would be bursting for more 
air, then he would rise and fill his lungs before jumping back into her 
channel for more sucking and licking. 

His body was like a feather under the woman and her daughter. They hadn't 
much trouble keeping him pinned to the bed. 

"Christ," Joan groaned. "That's it, Brucie. Concentrate on the ole clit 
knob!" 

He obeyed instantly, keeping his tongue on or about her clit for some 
minutes, until his mother was crawling the ceiling with pleasure. 

She came, filling his mouth to overfilling with her delicious female gism. 

His tongue curled around her pubic hairs, following the distinct foaming 
outline of her pussy lips, the labia a deep red, creaming and pouting, 
slurping noises abounding. 

"What a tongue!" his step-mother admired, her head beginning to loll, her 
face flushed, heart pounding, she could feel it ... coming.... 

Betty continued sucking on his cock until he was just about to cum in her 
mouth. Then she stopped, his cock fluid falling back down into his testicles 
like mercury in a thermometer. He winced at the burning pain. 

Then, when his cock had stopped its jerking, she put it into her mouth and 
continued sucking. He was just about to cum. Then she took his cock out of 
her orifice and waited, watching him grimace with the pain. 

"Please, Sis, no more of that sort of stuff ... please," he begged her. 

She wouldn't relent. 

"PLEASE!" he cried, frustration bringing tears to his eyes. 

Again she let his cum rise to the upper reaches of his cock shaft, then let 
go of his member so that the heady sauce would creep down again. At this 
point it was becoming quite painful for the young and anxious boy. 

Finally, after several more aborted attempts to ejaculate, she let him 
insert his cock into her burning cunt. She straddled his thighs and sat on 
his flaming cock pole, it entering her easily. 

She humped him, moving up and down, then sideways, giving him the most 
manipulation possible. His cock sang for joy. It was finally finding 
release! 

"Wow!" he cried, humping back at her. 

"WOW!!" 

He ejaculated, in one searing wave of pleasure, his cum shooting right up 
her fuck channel. Wad and wad after thick wad sloshed against her inner cunt 
channel, being quickly adsorbed by her pussy flesh, which had almost spent 
itself dry. 

His fuck motions were lubricated, giving his pleasure thrill an extra added 
lift. She toppled over on him and they clutched one another, their bodies 
merging as if one, his cock tightly wedged inside her creaming, steaming 
twat tube. 

"Christ! Christ! Christ!" she yelped, her eyes wide open, the pleasure 
sensations sending electrical jolts through her skin. 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod.'" he cried. "Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!!" 

He spluttered as Joan lifted her ass from his face long enough to cum 
herself, her perfumed spray spilling over him, misting over his vision, 
making him choke as it filled his nostrils and mouth. 

Betty continued spearing herself with his erect cock, up and down over the 
smooth phallus erupting deep within her. Joan meanwhile was reaching a 
tremendous orgasm, one of the most memorable ones she-could remember in 
years. 

Bruce humped his little ass up and down. pressing his loins tightly against 
his sister's creamy muff, her hairs beaded with cum juice. 

"So f u c k i n g. ... h o t ... h o t ... hotttttttt!" Betty wailed 
grimacing at the steam pouring from her pussy, her inner cunt flesh on fire. 
Yet the pain did increase her pleasure immeasurably. She was in ecstasy! 


THE END
