The Sister-Brother Marriage
by Arbie Miller
(STAG-103)


FOREWORD 

In the usual plan of things, marriage and children are a common, desirable 
pattern of growing up in society-of growing as humans and individuals. But 
in this book, the pattern is shattered-and whether for good or bad, it is 
for you, the reader, to decide. 

What happens when a brother and sister fall in love and decide to marry and 
have children . . . all carefully hidden from the rules of society that 
prohibit such behavior? 

The author of this book suspects that incest becomes more ingrown. That the 
burden of such a secret creates a condition outside of the reach of society. 

This book is about a family which is, in the purest sense, incestuous. That 
the feeling persists that by keeping their sex within the family, confined 
to their own blood, even for procreation, that a state of innocence exists. 
Indeed, it is as if the participants are still, in a technical sense of the 
word, virgins. 

It is presumed that this novel is fantasy. But it does not do to presume too 
far-for the roots of fantasy are in reality and the evidence is strong that 
many people satisfy their sexual needs within their own family structure. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


PROLOGUE 

There was excitement in the air that day. The moment they all awoke, they 
tingled with anticipation. This was the big day. This was the fifteenth 
birthday of the triplets, Cassandra (Cassie), Alessandra (All), and Sandra 
(Sandy). This was the day the whole family had waited for, looking forward 
eagerly, for now, as far as everyone else in the family was concerned, the 
girls were the right age and ready to be initiated. 

It wasn't a huge family, though little by little it was getting larger. To 
begin with, there were grandpa and grandma. Grandpa Ron Kress was only 
fifty-two years old. Grandma Arlene Kress was fifty-one. Kress hadn't been 
their real name, but when they'd come from the mid-west to Middle Island 
they'd decided to use the name. That had been thirty-three years earlier. 

Ron Kress didn't look his fifty-two years. On the contrary, he didn't look 
like he was much beyond forty. He wasn't muscular, but neither was he fat. 
He had a pleasant, now-lightly-lined face, with an engaging smile. His black 
hair had streaks of white running through it now, and he wore glasses 
perched on his short, narrow nose so his brown eyes could read. 

Arlene Kress had been Ron's born sister, and that was why they'd changed 
their name when coming to Middle Island from their own mid-western city. She 
had long, natural-blonde tresses, with a round, babyish face she hadn't been 
able to lose. She also had a short nose, thin lips, and a warm smile. And 
her eyes, like those of her husband-brother, were also brown. 

Between them, Ron and Arlene had manufactured Jour children, two boys and 
two girls. Both boys were older than the girls, and by the time the boys 
were twelve, Arlene had bedded down with both of them, teaching them the 
glories of motherly fucking. Ron, not the least bit bothered, had waited 
until his daughters reached the age of fifteen, one at a time, and had 
copped their cherries, after which the family had enjoyed regular 
round-robin fucking sessions. Both the boys and the girls were encouraged to 
sleep with others outside the family, but eventually they all came back, 
preferring their own intimate little group to anything they could find 
elsewhere. And so the two brothers had married their two sisters. 

Jerry, the older brother, had married Hilda, the younger sister, while Gary, 
the younger brother, had married Maxine, the older sister. Both were legal 
marriages since their true relationships were never disclosed either to the 
marriage license bureau or the Justice of the Peace who eventually married 
them. The reason the oldest brother had married his younger sister was 
simple. Gary, the younger brother, was only a year older than Maxine, the 
older sister, and the two of them were much closer in the beginning than 
they were to their other brother and sister. 

Maxine, who was tall, with auburn hair and freckles, had conceived first, 
and she had given birth to a son. No one knew who had actually sired the boy 
because her father and her other brother were still sleeping with her, as 
was her brother-husband. Her father had been sterilized, but both brothers 
were very fertile. Not that it much mattered, since their family love was 
very strong. And despite warnings about feeble-mindedness occurring in 
families such as theirs, all of Ron's and Arlene's children and 
grandchildren got above-average grades in school, and had higher I.Q.'s than 
their fellow students. 

Less than a year after Maxine had given birth, Hilda had borne the triplets, 
and then a half year after that, Maxine had given birth to one more son. 
From the time the three girls were eleven years old, they not only sensed 
what was going on between their parents and grandparents (and uncle and 
aunt), but became jealous of their two male cousins, Joe and Fred, since 
both were also participating, while they, because they were females, were 
ordered to wait until they were fifteen. By the time they were fourteen, 
they were allowed to observe the various proceedings. Each would know 
exactly what was happening, how to react, and how to perform. 

But the day had finally arrived. Their fifteenth birthday. It was a glorious 
June day, nice and warm, and all three were anxious to become part of the 
family fun, eventually marrying their male cousins. And if there were only 
two males, so what? Didn't all the men fuck all the women constantly? 

It was Grandpa Ron who was enjoying things the most, though. He felt no 
shame at having fucked his own sister, his daughters, and now looked forward 
to screwing all three grand-daughters, hoping he would live long enough and 
be strong enough to eventually fuck a great-grand-daughter. What a life it 
had been. What a life. 

 * * * 

CHAPTER ONE 

Ron and Arlene Kress, with different last names, had been born into an 
almost puritanical household. Their father let them know early in their 
young lives about all the do's and don'ts of life as he saw it. But even he, 
with his iron self-control, was tremendously oversexed. Unfortunately, the 
only means of contraception in those days was a hard, thick, condom, which 
made fucking both uncomfortable and almost unpleasant. Therefore, despite 
all his fervid ardor in following his religious beliefs, the one sin from 
which he could not refrain was oral-genital sex. 

The family lived in a four-room house, which meant the two children had to 
share the same bedroom. But their father was so certain of the beliefs 
ingrained in himself, that he felt positive both children felt equally 
devout. And for the first sixteen years of young Ron's life, he truly 
followed what his father taught. 

The bible said something about it being a sin to lay with one's own mother, 
sister, or daughter. But Ron, for all his sixteen years, had no idea what 
"lay" meant, until his father took him aside one day and explained it to 
him. Even then, despite having a strong urge to use his penis, Ron was 
unaware of what to do or how to do it. Besides, according to his father, 
"laying" with a woman always resulted in getting her pregnant. 

The years had made his sister, Arlene, blossom into a lovely young girl. And 
hot as he felt staring at other young girls, Arlene's proximity soon made 
him lust for her even more. And what was more, from the looks in her eyes, 
he knew she felt aroused looking at him. 

The turning point in their lives occurred when Arlene got sick. It was a 
strong fever, and the doctor advised taking her to a hospital. Her mother 
refused, insisting she could take good care of her daughter. She dragged a 
mattress into her bedroom and had Arlene sleep on it while she recovered. 
This way, day or night, the mother had her daughter near her and could 
observe her. 

The fever eventually broke, and the mother insisted Arlene remain in her 
bedroom at least three more nights. It was on the third night that Arlene's 
father, no longer able to remain continent, decided to crawl beneath the 
covers and lick his wife's cunt. He did so lustily, the covers fell off, and 
Arlene, who was on the floor on the other side of the bed, was able to peer 
over the top of the mattress and see what her father was doing. Then she 
watched her mother take her father's long, hard meaty protrusion in her own 
mouth and suck on it until the man jetted what seemed like gallons of white, 
thick cream down her mother's throat. Some of it seeped out of the sides of 
her mouth and her mother licked it all up, smacking her lips. 

Arlene became jealous of her mother at that point. She could see the look on 
the older woman's face first when her mother was being eaten, and later, 
when she was sucking on her father's thing. The woman had thoroughly enjoyed 
herself, both times. And when she drank that white cream she looked like she 
was in heaven. Arlene wanted to do that more than anything else in the 
world. And there was no way she would be allowed near a strange man, or near 
her father, for that matter. 

Sinking back to the floor mattress, she silently sighed. And then she 
remembered how her brother would look at her and turned a bright red 
whenever he saw she noticed him looking. Not that either one had ever gotten 
undressed before the other, but there were times when her full length night 
dress would press against her figure and she knew he'd be staring at the way 
her breasts pushed the gown out. 

So it was, the following night, when she returned to her own bed, she waited 
for her brother to come into the room, and called him over to her. 

"Sit here," she pleaded, patting the side of the bed. 

"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "I've been so worried about you." 

"Did you miss me very much?" she wanted to know. 

"Terribly," he admitted. 

"Do you love me, Ron?" 

"More than anyone else in the world," he acknowledged. 

"Would you like to lay with me." 

"Hush! You're my sister. How can you even think that way?" 

"Because I love you, and I want to be with you." 

"Arlene, it isn't right." 

"Who says it isn't right? No, don't throw a lot of Bible quotes at me. Don't 
tell me what father spouts. I want to know how you feel inside." 

"You know how I feel," he answered, hanging his head. 

"Tell me. I want to hear the words." 

"Arlene, don't make me say such sinful things." 

"Ron, there must always be honesty between us. If I bore you, you must tell 
me. If I nag you, you must let me know. But don't talk to me about sin, 
because I love you with all my heart, and I know it can't be a sin for me to 
want you in a carnal way because I love you as I do." 

She reached up to touch him, and Ron, unable to help himself, bent his head 
down and kissed her. It was a long, hot, smoldering kiss, and without 
realizing it, he was plunging his tongue deep into her throat. He felt her 
suck on it, chew on it, and lick it, and it made him all hot and bothered 
inside. 

Her hand slowly moved from his chest down his stomach to his lap. The palm 
rubbed across the head of a very stiff penis, and she felt him jump when she 
touched him there, but she would not let him pull away. 

"No, Ron," she murmured. "If you love me, really love me, then you must let 
me see it." 

"Arlene, I do love you, but.. . " 

"Ron . . . no more about sin. If I have to commit a sin, let it be with you, 
because any sin will be tempered by the strong love we feel for one another. 
Last night I watched mother and father in their bed. I saw what they did and 
how they did it, and both of them went crazy for one another. And what they 
did they did in such a way mom can't have any babies. And after all, how 
does anyone discover the sins of others? By seeing a woman start to swell. 
We can avoid it, Ron. We can avoid it and make love to one another and enjoy 
each other. You want me, Ron. I know it. I've always known it. Don't hold it 
back any longer. Let me see your thing." 

"It's called a penis," he murmured, feeling her fingers undo his trouser 
buttons. 

"It's called a lot of other things," she smiled. "I know. I've heard boys 
talking when they thought I couldn't overhear them. They called it a cock 
and a prick and a pecker, and a lot of other names. Just like they called my 
hole a cunt and a pussy and so many other things. Let's be honest, Ron. 
Let's always be honest." 

He sat there, caressing her face and running his fingers through her hair as 
her hand delved into his fly and pulled out his stiff, throbbing phallus. 

"Oh, Ron," she breathed, lightly rubbing it. "It's beautiful. It's bigger 
than dad's, and even thicker. I know, because I saw him last night, and it 
can't compare to yours." 

He was trembling, and the touch of her dancing fingers, lightly running over 
his turgid prong, made him lose all self-control. He couldn't hold himself 
back. He tried pulling away, but her hand now clutched him tightly and she 
could feel the pressure coming from the back of his penis, rising swiftly to 
the top. Before he could stand or do anything else, her head rose and her 
mouth opened wide as it swallowed his purple, penial tip. The warm, 
throbbing meat, pressing against her tongue tasted like ambrosia. Her lips 
clamped solidly around the flanged corona, sensing the difference between it 
and the texture of the solid shaft below. And then the hot, gooey, white 
cream was spurting into her throat. The delicious, wonderful, savory liquid 
was spurting heavily into her oral orifice, lining her inner cheeks, her 
throat, the roof of her mouth, and most important of all, her tongue, with 
its warm, creamy deliciousness. 

Ron, astounded at seeing his sister go down on him, felt an unparalleled 
thrill at her mouth sucking and nursing of his cock. He wanted to pull away, 
to stop her, to order her not to do it, but God, it felt so damn good. It 
felt so unbelievably fantastic. Without realizing it, his hands were resting 
on the back of her blonde head and he was pushing her face lower into his 
lap. Her come-soaked tongue was rubbing up and down on the underside of his 
twitching pecker, sending electric needles of thrilling fascination through 
him. 

"God!" he whispered. "Arlene, I love you, I love you. Oh, sweet sister, I 
don't know what it is you're doing, but it feels so delightful." 

Her mouth remained stuck to his shrinking phallus, sucking strongly, trying 
to pull more and more of the deliciousness from him, not content with the 
quantity she'd already swallowed. Finally, when she understood there was no 
more to be had, she released his shrunken meat, then lay back with her head 
on the pillow, whispering, "See how much I love you, Ron." 

"I never thought anyone could feel that good," he murmured, putting his 
penis away. 

"Get undressed, get into bed, and later on, when you feel up to it, maybe 
you'll do the same thing for me," she told him. 

"I love you, Arlene, but I don't know if I could ever get myself to do 
anything like that." 

"Just try it, Ron. Daddy did it to ma, and he loved doing it. You will, too. 
Just give it a chance. If you don't like it, you don't have to keep on doing 
it." 

"Jesus, but I love you more than ever," he told her. 

He went to the bathroom where he got undressed and into his pajamas, and 
then came back to bed. His bed was across the small room from that of his 
sister. He lay there, his emotions in a turmoil. He felt rested and good 
because of what she'd done, yet his father had always expounded on the sins 
of the flesh, especially with one's own kin. Yet his father, according to 

Arlene, had let his mother do to him what Arlene had done to his own cock. 

And, according to Arlene, his mother had let his father put his face between 
her thighs. And his father had been more than willing to do it. One thing 
was certain: Arlene was right when she said no one would discover what they 
were doing because of pregnancy. There was no way he could make her pregnant 
this way. Besides, he loved her. He really loved her. He wanted to bury his 
firm, hot, creaming prick deep into her juicy pussy, right up to the hilt. 

He fell asleep for a short time, and when he opened his eyes the rest of the 
house was dark. He could hear the faintest sounds coming from his parents' 
bedroom. He'd heard the sounds many nights before, but had never been able 
to figure out what his parents were doing. Tonight, he knew what they were 
doing. He pressed his ear to the wall and could barely hear his mother 
squealing, saying, "Eat me, eat me!" 

Yes, his father was in there now, licking his mother's pussy. Well, hell, if 
it was good enough for his mother to feel, and if his father liked doing it 
so much, then he, being his father's son would undoubtedly like it just as 
much, especially when the pussy belonged to his wonderful Arlene. 

Getting out of bed, he crossed the room to his sister's bed. She lay there 
quietly, and at first he thought she was asleep. 

"Arlene," he whispered, his lips near her ear. 

"I'm awake," she replied. 

"I love you, Arlene," he told her, getting under the covers next to her. 

"I know," she responded, feeling a tingling as his fingers slipped under her 
night dress and began sliding up her leg. She shivered, and it thrilled him 
to know he was causing the sensations inside her. 

His hand moved higher, past her knee, feeling the warmth of her firm inner 
thigh. His lips pressed lightly on hers, and then both mouths opened and 
their tongues dueled silently, fighting from one mouth to the other, sliding 
back and forth as his palm slid higher, rubbing the solid pillar of her 
loin. Her legs were widely parted, eagerly awaiting the touch of his fingers 
on her honeyed cuntlips. And then his fingertips were there. She kissed him 
all the harder, breathing heavily as his fingers pressed against the 
poutiness of her outward-swelling labia. He could feel the wispy, short, 
tight blonde curls ringing her pussy, and she bucked trying to force her 
body against his fingers so he could slide them into her. 

With her own hands she managed to work her night dress up and yanked it over 
her head, letting it fall on the floor. Her breasts rose in the moonlight, 
two alabaster mounds of creaminess, each topped with a rich, red cherry-like 
nipple and a perfect, circular splash of pinkness two inches in diameter. 

"You're even more beautiful than I thought," he whispered, his breath hot 
and heavy on her body. 

Her nipples seemed to swell as he whispered, hardening and growing until 
they were beacons in the moonlight falling across her body from the nearby 
window. He lowered his head and kissed one breast, feeling the nipple throb 
and swell between his lips. With his mouth still on it, he let his tongue 
lick across it, feeling the smooth leathery feeling of his sister's flesh as 
it kept on enlarging. His head rested on her other full breast, feeling the 
spiky nipple rub against his cheek. 

Arlene groaned softly, thrilling to the way her brother's lips pulled on her 
swollen nipple. She caught her breath as his fingers pressed inexpertly 
against the leaking seam between her convex cuntlips, trying to pry them 
apart. And then a poking forefinger separated her labia and blundered into 
her, and she gasped. 

"Are you all right?" he whispered, taking his lips from her nipple. 

"Oh yes," she sighed, and with her hand pushed his head back down again. His 
mouth opened wide and engulfed the full, solid meaty richness of her white 
orb, sucking the delicate, sensitive, nail of upstanding flesh to the back 
of his hungry throat where it slid back and forth. 

His teeth began biting lightly nipping her flesh as his forefinger continued 
pushing, trying to worm its way deeper into her. She was a natural 
lubricator, and her seething hole was sopping wet, making it a bit easier to 
push his finger into her bouncing, writhing fuck-hole. He pushed a bit more 
and felt her flaming cauldron suck his finger in a bit more, surrounding it 
with all the vaginal walls, gripping it tightly. He could feel her heavy 
outpourings of slithery liquid, greasing the way for him and making the 
entrance of his finger considerably easier. 

And then he felt something blocking the way and knew his finger could go no 
deeper. She even started a bit when he touched it, letting him know she'd 
felt something other than the joyful exuberance she'd been enjoying before. 

Quickly he pulled his finger back and forth. He wouldn't cause her pain for 
any reason, not even by accident. 

Her hands were pushing his head now, directing him to release her full tit 
and move lower. At first he didn't understand, and after letting her tit 
fall from his mouth, he began sucking on her flesh, lightly biting and 
nibbling, carefully licking with his tongue as his lips moved lower and 
lower. It was when he felt the light fuzz of her blonde pelvic hedge rubbing 
his chin that he first realized where he was. For a moment he was ready to 
pull away, then the delicate aroma of her wet cunt reached up and filled his 
nostrils. It was a heady, aromatic scent, and he decided he liked it, 
especially since it was the very essence of his beloved sister. 

He moved a little lower, letting his tongue wash across her pelvis and move 
through the light blonde thicket. He kissed her there a few times, paused to 
remove two loose hairs, then took a deep breath and let his face sink 
between her full white thighs, pushing his nose and mouth between the parted 
pussylips, licking the sweet stickiness with his tongue, pulling it into his 
mouth and savoring the syrupiness of her natural flavor. His tongue felt as 
if it were sinking into a blazing, flaming chamber, with lava-like liquid 
dripping into his mouth. 

Arlene had her fist crammed into her mouth to keep from squealing out loud. 
The sensations of her brother's tongue lapping up and down, sloughing 
through her blistering channel, licking wildly now, drinking every bit of 
natural syrup inside her was a thrilling prickle she had been unable to 
begin to guess the feel of previously. Now she understood why her mother had 
looked so thrilled when her father's tongue had slurped through her cunt. 

Most important, Ron was enjoying it. He licked hungrily, as if he couldn't 
get enough of whatever fluid was coming out of her. She was only sorry her 
body wasn't able to produce a white cream similar to that which she drank 
from him. He would never know how absolutely delectable the fluid tasted. 

Ron licked out greater and greater quantities of the seething, colorless 
liquid, trying to gorge himself with it, not being able to sate himself. Her 
thighs had long ago closed around his head, locking his face against her 
sopping slash. He licked and lapped, and as she bounced, he feared her 
movement might eventually become noisy, and so he cushioned her asscheeks 
with the palms of his hands, squeezing them to hold her firmly in place. He 
squeezed, feeling the hard, cushion-like flesh of her asscheeks yield to the 
pressure of his fingers. 

This was absolutely delightful. He had never dreamed sucking a pussy could 
be so tasty. He had heard some of his friends talk about it, but had thought 
all of them to be sick to even contemplate such a thing. They had talked 
about how much they'd love to drink at this one's hole or that one's snatch. 
He had said nothing, yet here he was, sucking at the most delectable twat of 
them all. It was his sister's raw, liquid-filled center, and it was the best 
one of all. 

He tried pushing his face deeper, wanting his far-reaching tongue to touch 
that tissue barrier he'd felt stop his finger, earlier. But his tongue was 
nowhere long enough. It didn't stop him from trying, though. His tongue 
slurped in again and again, each time trying to sink a little deeper. His 
eyelids, cheeks, and jaws were soaking with the stickiness she'd emitted. 

A coolness passed across his groin and he suddenly realized he had a full, 
king sized hard-on, and it was sticking out of his pajama bottom. He ignored 
it for the moment. His sole concern was the eating out of his sister's 
delicious pussy. He could feed at this trough forever. Had his sister not 
been weak from her bout with the fever, he probably would have gone on 
teasing and tantalizing her. 

He noticed the little fleshy extension at the top of her wet split, and now 
let his tongue roam across it. Her entire body tightened, letting him know 
it was as sensitive as, if not more sensitive than her ruby nippies. He 
pressed the flat of his tongue against it and rubbed up and down, feeling 
her body start bouncing, matching his oral rhythm. Her breathing became 
heavier, and she leaped again when he let a finger slide into the hole his 
tongue had only just vacated. 

It was quite by accident that he discovered her next sensitive spot. With 
only one hand to hold her buttocks in place, he had to spread his fingers 
widely apart, and suddenly his forefinger was pressing against her anal 
orifice. She didn't seem to notice it at first, but when he licked her 
clitoris and pushed his finger into her teeming cunt, she bounced straight 
up, then down, very hard. And all of a sudden his forefinger was into her 
rectum, buried to the first knuckle. And her tight little asshole closed 
around it, refusing to let him pull it out. When he wiggled it around he 
only succeeded in making her buck all the more, driving it further in. 

"Yesssss," she hissed. "That feels so perfect. Don't take that finger out, 
either." She bounced until he thought her ass, battering the mattress, would 
be heard in the next county, much less in the next room. But only he could 
hear it. 

His face sank deep into her womanly cleft, sucking, his tongue knifing into 
her tight, virginal channel again and again, rubbing a different wall each 
time, complementing the finger also pressed inside. And then his tongue 
would return to the twitching little button, making her twist and silently 
groan as it pressed and rubbed hard against it. 

"Ron," she muttered, "I'm coming. I'm coming. I can feel it working inside 
me. Don't stop now, don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop." 

And then Arlene began the first of her endless horizontal twists, spinning 
from side to side as she bucked up and down again and again, her thighs 
totally surrounding his face and working hand while her asscheeks tightly 
clutched the finger of the other hand. 

Sensing her need, he flicked his tongue through her feminine passageways all 
the more quickly, rubbing her swollen clitoris with crushing pressure, 
feeling it enlarge a bit more. And then, just when he thought her thighs 
could grip no more tightly, they put such pressure on his skull he thought 
his cranium would splinter, crack and shatter. Her rectal canal swallowed 
his finger all the way in and her entire body tensed as she began wildly 
spasming, shooting one splash of pussy liquid after another into his 
gobbling mouth, letting him drink his fill of the nectar she was spilling 
out of her. 

Her hands were grabbing his hair, pulling his head out from the heavenly 
furrow. 

"No more," she whispered. "No more. I can't take it. It's too much. I'm too 
sensitive down there, now." 

"God, but you taste so delightful," he murmured into her ear. "I never 
thought anything could be so good." 

"Look!" she whispered, pointing to his solid length, sticking out from the 
hole in his pajama bottom. "Let me suck it again. You'll take a little 
longer to climax this time, and we can both get something out of it." 

"You sure you want to?" he asked. 

"God, yes. Ron, I enjoy sucking you as much as I liked being kissed in my 
cunt by you. I'd like to make you come one more time. Then we can both sleep 
peacefully." 

"We have to do this during the day," he whispered. "I want to be able to see 
every bit of your lovely cunt." 

"I know," she nodded. "I know. And I want to look at every inch of your 
cock. God, it muct be close to seven inches long." 

"You talk like there's a ruler in your mouth," he joked, and she quietly 
giggled, saying, "Maybe there is. Let's find out." 

So he pulled off his pajama bottom, it was a brand-new thing and not like 
the old fashioned nightshirt his father wore. Then he lay back on her bed, 
his thighs wide open, and she got up on her knees and stared at the pulsing 
tool, stiffly erect in the soft white moonlight. She could see the many 
veins winding their way around it, giving it a knotted appearance though the 
flesh had felt smooth to her mouth. Now, too, she could see the hairy, 
wrinkled sac containing his testicles, and she hefted the jewels, one at a 
time, watching the way they rolled about inside the leathery container. 

The helmet-shaped crown on the top of the staff, appeared almost military 
and commanding. It had a tiny hole in it, and she could see the oily seepage 
flooding out, covering the phallic point again and again, giving it a shine 
Johnson's Wax could never hope to equal. 

This time she approached her brother's pecker slowly, placing her tongue at 
its base, letting it lick its way very slowly up, making sure to curl around 
the staff again and again, not missing a fraction of an inch. The hard penis 
throbbed and pounded, thrilling her tongue as she tasted the vibrations. 

As she neared the rim of the purple head, she could taste the colorless 
liquid dripping down. Knowing what it was like, she relished it all the more 
this time, sucking at it, in effect kissing his rocklike prick. And then her 
lips were on top, sucking out more and more of the oily substance, drinking 
it as avidly as he had swallowed her secretions only minutes before. Her 
tongue probed the tip, licking strongly, causing more fluid to come out. And 
when her tongue pressed the underside where the glans was joined to the rest 
of him, it took all his strength not to yell. Her lips tightened in a firm, 
hard, unyielding ring of pliant flesh, while her tongue continued rubbing 
hard, causing sparkling, tantalizing excitement to tingle inside him. The 
smooth prickliness of that hard-pressuring tongue sent a million pinpoints 
of blazing electricity searing through the pores of his solid ramrod. 

Ron wasn't the only one receiving pleasure. Arlene savored the hot, steely 
cylinder in the confines of her mouth, thrilling to the way it slid back and 
forth across her tongue, running from the back of her mouth to the front, 
and then returning. She enjoyed the knottiness of the sponge-like glans, 
thriving on the wonderful taste of the colorless liquid endlessly being 
secreted into her throat. Now she was able to feel the full length of her 
brother's steaming cock as it powered into her mouth again and again, trying 
to plunge a bit deeper every time. She could feel it where her throat began 
constricting, then forced herself to relax, letting more and more of the 
thick, hot tube ease its way into her throat. At first she thought she might 
choke and even strangle to death, but what better way to die than to bring 
complete and total sensual gratification to her brother, whom she loved more 
than life. 

But she didn't die, and after a few seconds lost the desire to choke or even 
cough. The thick, swollen log of cock continued making inroads deeper and 
deeper into her esophagus, and Arlene felt a new 'lan inside her each time 
he rammed it forward, letting her engulf as much of the penial point as she 
could with her throat. 

Having come earlier, Ron no longer felt that uncontrollable, overpowering 
need to instantly blast off. Now he could savor the wet, heavy warmth of his 
sister's mouth. Now he could take pleasure in the enjoyment of her lusting 
mouth, feeling how much enjoyment she was getting from sucking, and 
therefore able to thrill to the beatitude of her zealous ministrations. 

His inrushing-outpulling-inrushing prick was no longer a part of him, it was 
all of him. His entire self was concentrated solely in his throbbing 
extension of himself. His mouth was a natural container, a sans souci of 
enchanting fermentation, a chamber of erotic, exotic felicity. 

And to Arlene, his roiling cock meat was the total essence of utter 
fulfillment. She sucked avidly, pulling with her tongue and lips, even 
letting her teeth bite into his hardness, hoping she was causing some small 
amount of pain to mingle with his pleasure, knowing the little bit of hurt 
would only enhance the summum bonum; the total overall happiness weaving its 
way through his body. Feeling its stiffness vacillate in her greedy mouth, 
she shuddered with thrilling satisfaction, knowing she was doing so 
wonderful a job. 

Involuntarily his hands went to her blonde head, pushing down and forcing 
her mouth lower, keeping her from coming up as high as she'd hoped. 

"My God!" he murmured. "How is it possible for a man to feel so fantastic? 
How can I believe this is all real?" 

Down her bobbing head plunged again, sucking strongly, tasting the rich 
flavor of his thick meat, savoring the colorless ointment continually 
pouring out, coating the back of her tongue and the softness of her throat, 
making the plunging passage of his pistoning cock even smoother. And the 
fact her heart was so filled with love for her brother made Arlene enjoy it 
more with every inward thrust. 

Her hands reached down and took a firm grip on his buttocks. Even as her 
head, limited in its movement by his pressing hands, still pumped up and 
down, she recalled how enjoyable his finger had felt plunged all the way 
into her anal chamber. So she moved her hands allowing her own left 
forefinger to press against the puckered brown entrance to her brother's 
tight rectum. The anus was dry, and she purposely let some of her saliva 
fall from her mouth and soak his pelvis so she could rub her finger in it 
before trying again. She coated her finger more than six times, applying the 
natural, oral lubricant to his asshole, and then her finger was slowly 
making its way inside, pushing against the tight rim of resistant, rubbery 
flesh. In it went, deeper and deeper, and he began shuddering violently, now 
jamming her head up and down on his wand. 

The little pulsation at the base of his pecker let her know he was all ready 
to shoot again, and she felt a minor orgasm just knowing she would taste 
that salty-sweetness again. The baton stiffened, and then he was coming, 
shooting as strongly as before, filling her mouth with the passion-fluid of 
his body. 

The nectar of the gods could never taste this good. It was mead, honey, 
syrup, and balm all together. It filled her mouth with its hot gushing, 
slowly seeping down her throat as she kept savoring the flavor of the juicy 
fluid, letting it slide over every part of her tongue. It coated her throat 
with its warmth, a delicious treat as it salved and soothed that part of her 
gullet rasped by the heaviness of his fleshy protrusion. The rewarding 
ointment covered the inflamed, frictioned parts of her throat, and where 
there had been pleasure before in the mere act of performing, so now there 
was a greater thrill in receiving the libation pouring from his cock. The 
Staff of Life was embedded in her mouth, giving her an ultimate, thrilling 
sensation as it warmly filled her belly. 

To Ron there could be no greater pleasure on earth, feeling his sister's 
overeager, hot, hungering mouth drain the contents of his brazen cock as her 
tongue swirled all around the underside, its tender, delicate, sensitive 
probing drawing out every last bit of cream from inside his straining balls. 
The sac still rested in her hot hand, and she was lightly squeezing it, 
making sure every last drop of pearly seed came bubbling forth. The 
experience was one of ultimate, utter fulfillments, as one electric 
sensation followed another, like alternating current zigzagging through his 
body. 

It was the most unbelievable feeling he'd ever known. There were no words to 
describe it, and as he finally left his sister's bed and returned to his 
own, sleep immediately engulfed both of them. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

A pang of guilt ate away at Ron the next week, though Arlene was a supremely 
satisfied female, knowing she'd given as good as she'd got, and sooner or 
later her brother would come seeking more. She'd made the first move. Now it 
was up to him, as the man, to carry on. And she knew he would eventually do 
as she wished. 

Ron was curious as to whether the ultimate sensations he'd felt were a 
result of the fellating itself, or the result of it being his sister who 
fellated him. There would be only one way to find out, and he discussed it 
with Arlene, almost two weeks after their glorious night together. 

"Just what is it you want to do?" she asked. 

"I want to learn if we enjoyed what we enjoyed because it happened between 
the two of us, or if we'd enjoy it with others, as well." 

"So?" 

"So we have to do the same thing with another. I with another girl, you with 
another boy. If the feelings are the same, it means we must stop playing 
with another, and that we must sin no more." 

"But what if the sensations are not as good?" his sister asked. 

"Then we'll know that carnal sin, as has been explained to us, is a sin 
solely in the minds of certain men." 

"I want more than that," she told him. 

"What do you wish?" he wanted to know. 

"If you eventually acknowledge that what we do is so good because it occurs 
between the two of us, I want to have you permanently, not just as my 
brother, but as my husband, as well." 

"It would be a logical step, assuming we can find no equal satisfaction with 
others." 

"Then let's make it a true test. To sleep with one other girl might mean 
nothing to you. You must enjoy three other women, and I must be with three 
other men. If we do not find equal satisfaction with all three, then we must 
cling to one another." 

"You won't let any of them penetrate your vagina, will you?" 

"Not unless you find so much satisfaction with one or more of the three 
girls with whom you go that you refuse to return to me." 

"That's fair," he nodded. "Now it only remains for me to find three girls 
who are willing to do with me what you did." 

"I don't think either of us will have much of a problem in that respect," 
she explained. "I have many girl friends, most of whom are working in 
factories during the day, where coarse, grubby men are always propositioning 
them. They can't afford to go to school. Their parents need them to help 
support the family. 

But their Sundays are all theirs. Many of them don't go to church anymore, 
even if their parents do. Would you be willing to miss church for three 
Sundays?" 

"I don't actually have to miss church. I can go with you, mother and father, 
and tell father I wish to sit with my friends toward the rear. They'll cover 
for me." 

"They'll have to cover for two of you, for I want to select three of your 
best friends, and I will go off with them, one each week, and discover 
whether it's the fucking which makes me feel so satisfied, or he with whom I 
am doing it." 

Ron felt a pang of jealousy. He didn't want to share his sister with anyone, 
but he realized what she said made sense. If both felt equally aroused and 
satisfied with someone else, they would have to stop what they had done with 
one another. 

The first girl Arlene spoke to was a redhead named Myra, who, like Arlene, 
had never been touched by a man because of a fear of pregnancy. But when 
Arlene told her what she'd seen her parents doing, Myra admitted to a 
certain curiosity and a willingness to try the same thing with Ron, to whom 
she felt strongly attracted. 

So the following Sunday, after he'd entered church with his parents, Ron 
went to sit with his friends, all of whom he'd briefed in advance about 
everything except who he was going with. He felt there was no reason to ruin 
any girl's reputation. It would be a very long service, close to four hours, 
since the elders were very devout. And because of the fervid praying, no one 
would look around and notice who might have slipped out. 

After three quarters of an hour, Ron, who was sitting near the door with his 
friends, easily slipped out and went directly to Myra's house. She, not 
wanting to take a chance on being seen while leaving, had pleaded feeling 
faint, and her father had insisted she remain home. 

"Did Arlene explain everything?" he asked, when she'd let him in. 

Myra nodded. She looked timid and a little frightened. Her long, red hair 
was tied back into a pony tail, and her large gray eyes seemed almost timid. 
Her cute, upturned nose had flared nostrils, and her thick lips were 
compressed tightly together. Like Arlene, she didn't use lipstick, which was 
a good thing. He didn't want to have to explain lipstick stains on his under 
drawers. 

Her two, full breasts pushed together against the loose woolen robe she was 
wearing, and seeing the way they swelled, his mouth watered. She blushed, 
seeing the way he stared at her. 

"Look," he told her, "I don't want to do anything to hurt you or make you 
feel embarrassed. If you'd rather I turn around and walk out, I'll do it 
right now." 

"Oh no!" Myra gasped. "Please Ron, I've . . . well . . . always liked you, 
even if I didn't have the courage to come out and tell it to you directly, 
as I once did tell it to Arlene. I'm no different from a lot of people. I 
get all kinds of funny feelings inside me, and just because I'm fifteen, I'm 
supposed to suppress them. Sure, I'd love to do all the wicked things papa 
tells me not to do, but until now I had no idea how to avoid any possible 
consequences. Arlene tells me you found a way to do things so I can enjoy it 
and never have to worry about becoming pregnant. Even more important, she 
says I can still keep my maidenhead for my husband, whoever he may someday 
be." 

"That's right. But did she tell you just how it's done?" 

"She said you and she watched your parents do it, and now you do it with a 
whole lot of other girls." 

"Well, not exactly with a whole lot of girls . . . " 

"Anyway, she told me you make the girls feel something terrific. And I guess 
I've always wanted to feel terrific. So as long as you don't poke your thing 
between my legs, you can do anything you want." 

"To begin with, we call everything by their many different names. A thing, 
as you call it, is known as a prick or a cock. Between your legs is a thing 
called a cunt, or a pussy or a twat." 

"Goodness, just hearing you say those words does things to me." 

"Good," he nodded. "Now you just relax." 

He picked her up, feeling her firm, youthful body press itself to his as he 
carried her into the bedroom. He noted there was a window from which he 
could jump to the ground, if necessary. 

Setting her down on the bed, Ron sat beside her supine form and began 
kissing her. At first she merely lay there, letting him. Then she began 
kissing back, enjoying the way his tongue worked inside her mouth. She 
responded timidly at first, then became more and more aroused as his tongue 
licked hers, teasing her gums and rubbing the roof of her mouth. 

Soon he had her robe opened, and he was able to stare at the white 
perfection of her body. She had large, full breasts with tan aureoles and 
thick nipples. Her waist was nice and slender, and her hips round and full, 
leading into a luscious furry pelvis. The red carpeting of curly hair was 
thick and lustrous, and completely different from the light, downy, golden 
moss covering his sister's crotch. 

"You're very pretty," he acknowledged, and she blushed. 

"I'm going to undress now," he told her. "Please don't feel embarrassed at 
the sight of me." 

"I've always wanted to see your naked body," she confessed. 

It took him close to a minute to get everything off, and she held her breath 
at the sight of his seven inch cock waving in front of him like a huge boom. 

"What do we do first?" she asked, almost hypnotized at the sight of the 
waving log. 

"The last girl I was with wanted to do things to me, first. It turned out 
all for the best, because the sight of her had me so aroused, I instantly 
unleashed a flood of semen. Then I was able to take my time and make her 
come." 

"That sounds like a good idea," Myra acknowledged. "What did she do to make 
you come so quickly?" 

"Well," he told her, starting to redden, "she began by sucking on my prick." 

"That sounds wonderful," she admitted, surprising him by the way she had 
taken to the idea of cocksucking. "I've never done anything like that 
before. Just what do I do?" 

She was sitting up on the bed, and he walked over and said, "First you grip 
the prick with your hand, making sure the head sticks out." 

She grabbed his flaming poker with her right hand, making certain the bright 
red glans protruded. Without waiting for him to tell her what next to do, 
Myra leaned her head down, stuck out her tongue, and began licking his 
balls. Ron hadn't expected it, and felt the pressure quickly building in his 
nuts. He knew he was about to come quickly again, and said, "Good God! Myra 
it's going to come. I can't stop it." 

"Really," she squealed. "Arlene told me how much your mother loved the taste 
of your father's stuff. Gee, to think I can taste yours now. Come on, Ron. 
Shoot it out. Let me taste it." 

Her mouth moved from the full, semen-loaded balls to the head of his 
throbbing cock. Her soft, wet, pliable lips surrounded the flaming glans and 
she began sucking, caressing his full balls with feathery fingers. Ron, his 
eyes closed, found himself automatically picturing Arlene nursing at his 
male bone as he shot his load. 

Myra could already feel the pulsating taking place inside the hot, solid 
piece of meat lodged partially within her mouth and she prepared herself for 
the delightful drink. The spraying semen erupted from his pulsating poker 
into her eager mouth. It caught her a little unprepared for the way it 
actually came jetting out, and though she took more and more of it into her 
mouth, it was some time before she actually realized her mouth was filling 
up because she wasn't swallowing. Thick, white sperm began running from her 
lips and dripping onto her thighs. Taking a deep breath through her 
nostrils, she swallowed. 

Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all, and she liked the feel of his 
clean-smelling meat in her mouth. It tasted quite good, and the more he 
spurted, the more she swallowed, liking it even better, now. 

But Ron felt disappointed. The ejaculation was good, but not great. It was a 
solid, heavy shooting of spending spray, and yet it didn't have that 
fabulous thrill he'd felt with Arlene. 

Wanting to be fair, Ron realized he would have to see how he reacted 
inwardly to the taste of the girl. He dropped to his knees in front of her 
and pushed her back on the bed. His tongue ran along the insides of both 
thighs, tasting the soft, lush, white flesh. The pungent flavor of 
perspiration mingled with the musky aroma of her untouched cunt. The girl's 
strong desire to feel his tongue communicated itself to him, triggering a 
desire of his own. His hands reached beneath her and grabbed two handfuls of 
asscheeks as his mouth came down to ream her muff. 

Myra writhed as his tongue swathed through her abundant carpet of red pelvic 
curls. She squirmed even more when it found the top of her divided wiped his 
tongue up and down through her vaginal slit, then even went so far as to 
lick the division be-it, and then even went so far as to lick the division 
between her full, round asscheeks. Her hands were already curling in his 
hair, just as Arlene's hands had, jamming his face into the steaming 
cauldron of her seething cunt. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his 
head, and her heels drummed on his back, urging him to continue licking and 
sucking, pulling her clitoris between his lips and lashing it with his 
tongue. 

For Myra it was pure, passionate heaven. Her body stiffened, arched, then 
flattened on the bed again and again as his tongue continued working between 
her solid thighs. It was sin, delicious sin, the kind of sin she'd always 
wanted to commit ever since she'd first felt sexual urgings in her body at 
the age of eleven. Now she was doing it, defying her father and mother, and 
loving every little second of it. 

She came, squirting her heady lubricant into Ron's face, washing his 
eyelids, nose, cheeks and mouth, but still she kept her thighs wrapped 
around his head, making him continue to lick. She was lost in a whirlwind of 
passion, her mind locking onto the totality of the orgasm filling her as her 
orgasms continued shooting through her passion-wracked body again and again. 

Finally she completed her orgiastic writhing and then lay back, quiet and 
still. Her desirable, creamy body settled back and relaxed on the bed, 
releasing Ron. 

Drying his face, he looked down at her, and though she was pretty and looked 
good to the eyes, he didn't feel more desire for her. He didn't want her to 
make him come again. He didn't even have another erection. 

He tried it again the following Sunday with another girl and found he 
enjoyed it even less with her. And finally, on the third Sunday, he orally 
played with a tiny brunette who would have let him fuck her royally had he 
wished. But it just wasn't the same as it had been with Arlene. And when he 
spoke with Arlene, he learned she, too, had not enjoyed her outside 
experiences. 

Arlene had been even less happy than Ron. None of the three men she had been 
with had been nearly as enthusiastic about eating her pussy as Ron had been. 
Nor had one of the three of them tasted anywhere as good as her brother. All 
three had possessed smaller, thinner penises, which meant the members fit 
into her mouth more easily, but didn't give her that filled feeling. All 
three had been careful, all three had washed themselves, and all three had 
been very solicitous of the way they'd plunged their cocks into her throat, 
trying their best not to hurt, choke, or gag her. All three had come 
quickly, but not one of them seemed to taste as good as Ron. Their flesh 
didn't taste as good, and their sperm didn't taste as good. 

"So then," Ron said to her that Sunday night after ostensibly returning from 
church with his parents. "I guess that means what we've pretty much 
suspected from the start is a fact. Hell, I don't have the desire to be with 
any other woman. I've tried three in three weeks, and all three were totally 
unappealing." 

"I know what you mean," his sister acknowledged. "It's funny, but true. Ron, 
I can't live without you." 

The two of them were alone, in their bedroom, undressed and in their night 
clothes, whispering so their parents couldn't hear them. They knew it would 
only be a matter of a little while before both parents went to bed, and they 
could hardly wait. 

"I want to try something new with you, tonight," he whispered. 

"Ron, are you going to fuck me?" 

"Not yet," he told her. 

"Will you ever fuck me?" 

"Yes," he admitted. "When I'm good enough at the work I'm learning to earn a 
decent living, we'll go away from here, and we'll get married just like 
other people." 

"Why?" she wanted to know. "First of all, no one would marry a brother and 
sister. Second, why should we bother?" 

"I want a legal document showing you and I are married," he explained. "If I 
ever die, you'll have a legal claim on everything I own. We can always 
change our names when we leave here. The law says if we take another name 
and keep it, using it for a whole year, then that name is legally ours, 
afterward. So when we leave here, I'll change my last name, and you keep the 
one we have now. That way, when we marry, your name will legally become the 
one I've adopted." 

"What is it you want to try?" she asked. 

"I want to stick my cock in your asshole." 

"Will it hurt?" 

"Maybe a little, at first. But once your ass gets used to my prick, it'll 
take it without any trouble at all." 

They waited until their parents had gone to bed, then both had undressed and 
Ron had crossed the room and had gotten into Arlene's bed. He turned her on 
her side and lay with his front against her rear, his hands caressing her 
warm flesh. Immediately the old feeling of arousal began spreading through 
his body, and his phallus suddenly strained to full attention, pressing 
against the full, round, luscious cheeks of her ass. 

Both his hands gripped her full, round breasts, feeling her nipples enlarge 
and dig into his palms. The swell of each tit overflowed and seemed to 
engulf his fingers as he played with her sensitive nipples, and she writhed 
against him, letting the cheeks of her luscious ass press hard against his 
throbbing member. Her weight pressed his hardness against him, but because 
of the way she moved around, it eventually lodged itself in the crack 
between her rounded asscheeks. His breath was hot on her neck, and she 
turned her head and received his lips on hers, opening her mouth so their 
tongues could touch. 

The old electricity was stronger than ever. The desire for one another had 
increased, and Arlene didn't care if she felt agony just as long as the 
solid meat rubbing up and down inside her asscrack eventually made its way 
inside her. 

She squirmed some more, pushing back and forcing her asscheeks to open a bit 
as his probe moved between them, running up and down as she humped her ass. 
And then she felt the glans rub her asshole, and she stopped, poising 
herself in such a way the penial tip was actually pressing against her. 

"Yes," she breathed softly. "Do it, Ron. Push it in. Shove it in all the 
way." 

"I love you," he whispered, then thrust hard. His hands each gripped a tit 
and squeezed tightly, as if to gain leverage as his cock head rubbed 
strongly against the anal ring, feeling it resist. He pushed so hard the 
solid meat shoved its way lower, past the asshole, between her thighs, 
rubbing up and back in her pussy split. 

A heavy coat of lubricating grease poured from between her tight cuntlips 
and inundated his seething rod. He rubbed it back and forth a few times, and 
the crown of his flaming cock actually forced her soaking labia to part 
slightly, grooving between them and soaking up more oil. Her juices were 
flowing so heavily, rivulets were running down her lower thigh. Arlene 
insisted on rubbing her own body back and forth more than a few times, 
almost trying to urge his prodding pecker into her lusting cunt. She clamped 
her thighs more tightly together, thinking maybe she could make her 
brother's solid prick work its way into her creaming pussy. And he was also 
moving back and forth, not wanting to prong her sweet puss-puss but almost 
unable to control himself. 

"Mustn't go in that way," he mumbled. "Mustn't. God no!" 

His hands moved lower and grabbed her full, firm hips. This only made her 
wiggle her body even more, thrusting herself back all the harder in an 
effort to lodge the head of his burgeoning phallus in her wanton snatch. 

To Arlene this was heaven, itself. This was good, this was delicious, this 
was what it was all about. Her body was a living piston, pounding back and 
forth as her creaming lips all but opened to admit the lancing pole caught 
between them. 

Ron's hands worked even lower, and she could feel his fingers rubbing 
through her pubis, pulling some of the loose hairs out. His fingers began 
rubbing her clitoris, making her move even faster. He pressed it harder, and 
then she pulled away for a second, slamming back into him. His wet, slippery 
cock touched her anus. 

"Now," Arlene begged. "Now, Ron. Push it in, now." 

Ron took one hand off Arlene's tit and grabbed his slippery cock, making 
certain it wouldn't change direction this time. He started pushing forward, 
and Arlene, anticipating him, pushed herself back, completely relaxing her 
ass muscle as best she could. She even used her fingers to pull her 
asscheeks apart, spreading them in the hope his entrance would be 
facilitated. 

And then the very tip forced the sphincter ring to open as it slowly nosed 
in. Arlene felt pain for the first time. Still, she was determined to have 
him enter her rectum and so pushed back even harder, feeling the thick glans 
push deeper until the entire knob, right up to the coronal ridge was locked 
inside her anal tunnel. Her sphincter tightly surrounded the dome, squeezing 
it, trying to either push it back out or pull it the rest of the way in. 

Ron rested a moment, letting his hand go to her sopping pussy where it 
rubbed the clitoral bud, making her writhe with enough pleasure to forget 
the hurt in her rectal corridor. His fingers became soggy with her oil and 
she now used her hands to press his other hand tightly against her sensitive 
breast. Her ass was getting used to his probe, expanding to contain it, and 
the pain was continually lessening. 

Shutting her eyes, Arlene took a deep breath and backed up some more, 
feeling more of his hard, thick length ease its way into her. It went in so 
fast and so deep, she thought it might actually drive right through her 
belly and poke its way out her naval. Excitement mounted as it moved deeper 
and deeper into her anal receptacle. His turgid meat seemed to be a burning 
pole lodging itself all the way in. And then his lubrication started seeping 
out so heavily it covered everything, soothing the pain and making his 
fleshy probe pleasurable to her. 

His lips were kissing her throat, and while his right hand continued 
squeezing and manipulating her nipples, his left hand probed into her sweet 
little pussy, feeling the hot, liquid flesh as he rubbed, making her wiggle 
all the more, thus forcing his seething cock into her ass to its limit. 

The combination of sensations made Arlene sigh and quietly murmur, "Oh, yes. 
Ron. Move it. Shove it in and out. It feels so good in there." 

He responded by applying pressure with his fingers against her throbbing, 
strumming clitoris, feeling it enlarge as he massaged it. Her body rotated, 
her ass a living sacrifice on his fleshy-spit as it went around and around. 

He began moving in and out, very slowly, very carefully, not wanting to hurt 
his sister. Yet her overpowering anal contractions were having a rapid 
effect on his plunger. It would only be a matter of seconds before he 
suddenly blasted his load into her bottom. 

Arlene felt the pain become dimmer and dimmer as her rectal canal became 
larger and larger, as his teeming cock now rammed in and out of her with 
greater speed and longer strokes. And the heat building in his cock was 
matched by the fire in her clitoris. 

The fluids pouring out of her flaming snatch were drenching the bedsheets, 
yet neither noticed. Each was concentrating on the pleasure received from 
pleasing the other. Ron's fingers rubbed her clitoris and her swollen 
nipples all the harder now, and Arlene was gasping, grinding her ass against 
his thighs, exuberant at the feeling of the swollen log moving so 
relentlessly. 

She shuddered at the pressure of her brother's flat stomach pressing into 
her spine and the small of her back, while the hair of his pelvis literally 
scrubbed her already-clean asscheeks. She shivered with rapture as his 
lancing dong rode deeper and deeper into her. And she was discovering the 
control she had over her ass muscles, causing them to squeeze hard, crushing 
the penial flesh roll. 

Ron was really enjoying the way she caused her anal muscles to contract 
around his inrushing cock and murmured, "Arlene, you're wonderful. I love 
the way you do that." 

She churned her ass spirally, creating the impression his solid met was a 
corkscrew winding its way through her rectum. Now Arlene could really feel 
it inside her, almost as if it were reaming its way all the way up into her 
large intestine. She was shuddering back and forth between the reaming 
ramrod in her rear, and the rubbing finger up front. Her own body thrusts 
were shorter and shorter as his other hand literally squeezed her breast. 
The overpowering sensation of orgasm began reaching up into her, and unable 
to control herself, she tightened every muscle in her pounding body, 
squeezing his cock tightly as she came again and again. 

The pressure of her anal passage around his oscillating, undulating, 
plunging rod became intolerable. His hand crushed her full breast until it 
appeared it might actually burst open like a ripe piece of fruit, while his 
other hand pressed so hard against her clitoris, he almost literally pushed 
it back into her body. 

She gasped, just barely able to keep her heavy breathing low enough not to 
be heard outside the room. Her breath was a heat wave pouring out of her 
lungs, and her mind was spinning out of orbit. 

And then Arlene felt her tight asshole being reamed even more rapidly as 
blazing lava began pulsing through her. A flaming gusher of ignited oil was 
being released into her ass as her brother's lips pressed her shoulder, 
hard. 

And then, as suddenly as Ron's hands had tightened about her, they suddenly 
began loosening. His entire body seemed to go slack even though the pump in 
her ass was continually spurting more and more liquid fire. 

The steel piston in her behind slowly began shriveling. Her sphincter 
crushed down harder in an effort to keep him lodged inside, but after awhile 
he was too small. His cock became a tiny, flaccid caterpillar of pink flesh 
all covered with his own white secretions. And finally it fell out of her. 

They lay there, relaxed, his hand still covering her cunt, until he realized 
she had fallen asleep. Then quietly he disentangled himself from her and 
went to his own bed, knowing there would never be any woman for him to match 
his sister. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ron became an automobile mechanic, and soon knew all there was to know about 
repairing cars. Weeks turned into months, months became years, and Ron 
started saving money while still fucking his sister's ass almost every 
night, or indulging in some form of oral-genital sex. Except for those 
nights of the month Arlene had her period, she and Ron never missed an 
opportunity to do something. Where most people cool off after awhile, their 
ardor seemed to increase. And it was getting to the point where both knew he 
would be going into her cunt very shortly. She wanted it even more than he, 
and it was only his being able to keep his head that prevented her from 
becoming pregnant more than a hundred times. 

By the time Ron was eighteen, he had saved up more than five hundred 
dollars. World War II had already started in Europe and it would only be a 
matter of time before it spread to the United States. Luckily, when he went 
for his draft physical, he was found to have flat feet, which was enough to 
classify him 4-F. Both Ron and Arlene realized it was time to leave home. 

One morning in September, they packed and left, leaving a note to their 
parents saying they had to go, they wouldn't be back, and the parents should 
make no effort to follow them. They took the train and reached New York, and 
from New York made their way to Middle Island, where because of their mature 
appearances, both were able to pass themselves off as over twenty-one. 

They rented an apartment, took out a marriage license, and were married by a 
Justice of the Peace two days later. Not once in all that time did Ron 
attempt to deflower his sister, though she begged hard enough. He fucked her 
ass nearly a half dozen times, and let her suck his cock another four times 
while he went down on her almost fifteen times. 

But immediately after they were married, he took her back to the apartment, 
and said, "Now that we're married, Mrs. Kress, I can fuck you to my heart's 
content." 

The pictures in Arlene's mind had an instant effect on her. She could feel a 
shuddering expectation deep in her belly, and her soft labia began secreting 
fiery drops of flaming cunt water, soaking her panties, moistening her 
anxious crotch. Her slender, full thighs were unconsciously opening and 
closing in a thunderous sexual beat. Her nipples became hard inside her bra, 
before Ron could so much as lay a hand on her. She pictured it all so 
vividly, having waited so long for it to happen. Her brother's solid staff 
was already throbbing under his pants, just waiting to be buried in her, and 
the thought was driving her wild. 

Ron felt his sister shivering, knowing the expectation was building inside 
her. It was more than pure animal lust. It was love, true love, as true as 
any love any boy and girl could have for one another. But the animal feeling 
was there, as well, and it was stronger than ever. 

To think he was finally going to fuck her. To think her brother was going to 
put his long, fat, hard cock into her creaming cunt, at last. To think she 
would one day give birth to something they would create between the two of 
them. It would be the most wonderful child in the world. 

And for Ron the moment was equally exciting. 

At last, he thought. The moment for which he and Arlene had waited so long. 
This was going to be it. Her hymen would soon shatter into nothingness, and 
the last barrier to their total enjoyment would be gone forever. 

He caressed her shoulders and arms, letting his fingers trail up and down 
the length of her arms, feeling as aroused from touching her as she was from 
being touched by him. She turned to him, burying her face in his chest, and 
he sensed a heavier breathing coming from her. 

One of his hands slid down the curve of her back right down to the top of 
her full buttocks, and then the hand moved back up to lease the ridge of her 
spine. He was kissing her soft, blonde hair, murmuring, "At last, Arlene. At 
last, we're alone, just the two of us, husband and wife. We don't have to 
wait any longer. What we did before was simply a prelude to what we'll do 
now. It'll be wonderful, warm, thrilling, and everything we both expect. 
You're ripe for it, hon, I can sense it." 

"Yes, Ron," she nodded. "I'm all yours. Take me," she whispered in the 
dimness of their new bedroom. 

She was breathing more and more heavily, exhaling a blistering blaze through 
his thin shirt. She understood what he was saying, realizing the full 
implication of it all. She was ready to become a complete woman in every 
sense of the word. 

Ron felt the heat being generated within her and knew it was not a 
surrender, but a blending of her soul to his, just as their bodies would 
shortly blend. 

His hand moved from the top of her shoulder down the front of her dress this 
time, touching the full swell of her round, ripe breasts. They were larger 
now, looking like two delicious honeydews. His thumb caressed her swelling 
nipple, his heart madly beating beneath his rib cage, almost struggling to 
get out. His hard, thick, young phallus surged like a mad bull against his 
pants, trying to make a hole in them. 

Mmmmmm, Arlene thought to herself, chilling vibrations shooting through her 
entire body. Ron had often caressed her, yet this time, knowing what was to 
come, it all felt so different. 

With consummate skill Ron expertly stroked his sister's full, heavy breasts. 
Little by little his caresses became heavier as his hands slid under her 
blouse and touched her bare flesh, moving up to the milk white swell of her 
overflowing bra cups. Then, as they'd done so often before, they dipped into 
the tight bra, touching the bare satin of her young, smooth boobs. Her hips 
began writhing in a strong rhythm as they sat, then lay together on their 
bed. She turned her torso to him, her chin tilting upward and her eyes 
lightly closed. Ron covered her mouth with tender, loving, adoring kisses, 
snaking his tongue between her lips. Her own tongue came to meet his, and 
they rubbed lightly against one another. 

His fingers pushed a bit lower into her bra, sought and found the enlarged, 
rubbery nub of her swollen nipple, and began massaging it between his thumb 
and fingers. His tongue continued lancing into and out of her sweet mouth, 
tasting her breath, her gums, her teeth, her palate, and her tongue. Arlene 
sighed as if a light arc of electric tingles had charged through her mouth. 

His strong, mechanic's hands moved away from her breasts and slid under the 
elastic of her skirt. He felt her hot, sweating flesh as his own wet palms 
moved lower, pulling the waistband of her panty down with that of the skirt. 
Lower his fingers moved, causing her to shiver with mounting passion and 
overpowering sensation. Then the tips of his fingers were rubbing the curly 
blondness of her pubic area gently pressing into the sopping, fur-ringed 
split of her aching pussy as she spread her thighs to give him better 
access. 

His fingers felt so thrilling between her thighs. They probed more strongly 
than she could ever recall, all but tearing the elastic band of her panty so 
he could reach her crotch more easily. And his probing middle finger began 
rubbing against the soft, wet slickness of her outer labia, pressing against 
them, forcing them to open slowly. In the finger slipped, instantly 
surrounded by the hot, leaking wetness of her inner pussylips. Then he 
pushed it a little deeper, feeling her wriggle against it, anticipating the 
pleasure that was to come. He withdrew the finger and moved it higher along 
the seam of her cunt crack, until it finally rested against her 
already-enlarged, vibrating clitoris. As he'd squeezed her enlarged, 
reddened nipples between his thumb and fingers, so he now pressed her 
smaller clit, applying now less pressure, making her yelp with delight while 
stifling the outburst with another kiss. The resistance of her 
man-in-the-boat to his pressuring fingers aroused him even more. The soft 
heat of her struggling body built fire even higher inside him. His hot 
breath burned her lips as he began panting, fucking his tongue between her 
lips as stolidly as he'd moved his cock between them. 

There was no turning back now, not that either wanted to retreat. There 
could only be a single conclusion, and both looked forward eagerly to it. 
There would be some slight pain, just as she had experienced pain when his 
prong had first thrust into her rectum. But the pain had given way to 
thrilling stimulation and unbelievable pleasure. And if she could receive 
such ultimate enjoyment from being ass-fucked, how much greater would be the 
thrill in her volcanic cunt. 

Ron kissed her again, a long, thrilling kiss, his tongue leaping in and out 
from between her teeth while his finger continued pressing into her. Then he 
began feverishly undressing her. And when she was naked, he took off his own 
clothing, scattering everything all over the bedroom, not bothering to 
notice what went where. They were soon totally naked, staring at one another 
as if for the first time; he drinking in her womanly beauty, she adoring his 
handsome, masculine solidity. She especially liked the way he was staring 
down between her parted thighs, drinking in the delightful beauty of the 
blonde-haloed tenderness. She felt hungering throbs of pleasure charge 
through her sopping cunt, and then the throbbing sensations ran through her 
entire body as her brother's large hands came down and filled themselves 
with the swollen fruit of her white, lush breasts. She thrilled to 
manipulations, pleased the sight and touch of her aroused him as much as, if 
not more than, ever before. He squeezed her tits, thrilling to their velvety 
smoothness, enjoying the delight of their roundness and the up-thrust attack 
of their hard nipples. Once again his fingers began tweaking the pink, 
pleasurable little buds, and they swelled into full arousal. His head came 
down and with his mouth wide open, he engulfed her entire right breast, 
though it was so large there was more than a fair amount unable to actually 
fit into his lusting oral cavity. His tongue licked across her breast as he 
pulled as much tit-meat into his throat, letting the soft back of his mouth 
rub against her nipple. 

Arlene groaned. He had sucked her breasts this way a thousand times, and yet 
now, it all seemed different. It felt as if her full, round tits were being 
handled and sucked for the very first time. Her hips, completely out of 
control, were grinding in a clockwise circular motion. 

And then his mouth came off her tit and he was kissing her ear, darting his 
tongue in and out, whispering, "Arlene, look at my cock. See it for the 
first time, as you've never seen it before." 

Her eyes wandered down the length of his masculine body finally coming to 
rest on his groin, and she saw the full, solid hardness of his eager prong, 
its purple head expanding as it leaked the lubricant that would help ease 
his entrance into her. Yes, it looked different. It was the cylinder that 
would give her total love. Her hands had often played with that lovely meat. 
Her mouth had sucked it more times than she could remember. And she had felt 
it plunge deeply into her ass almost as often as she had sucked it. Yet now, 
for the first time, she saw it as the missing part of her, that would fill 
the void between her thighs. Yes, it belonged to her as much as it was 
Ron's. Both had come the same "factory"a year apart, and it was almost as if 
they'd been a single unit, torn apart when he'd been conceived. And now they 
were going to merge, they were going to come back together again and be the 
one individual they'd always been. 

Yes, she wanted that phallus inside her. She'd adored having it in her ass; 
loved swallowing it down her throat; and now wanted it buried all the way 
inside her fiery cunt. . . where it truly belonged. It really was almost as 
if it were the first time she'd seen a heavy cock. She could remember the 
thinner, smaller penises of the other three boys she'd known more distinctly 
at this moment than she could recall having ever seen this same cock before. 
It was immense, beautiful, swollen because it was gorged with blood. And 
soon that marvelous pillar would be burrowing itself as far into her 
yearning pussy as it could go, filling her up, stopping her up. It would 
part the soft, fleshy folds of her labia and thrust in. Seething wantonness 
took total control of her. She had to have that mighty wand. She had to feel 
it buried to its utmost deep inside her quivering quim. 

Almost as if in a torpor she thrilled to Ron's mouth on her breasts again. 
His tongue lashed each nipple, taking great care to bring each to its 
largest state of fulfilling arousal. She sighed with desire as he sucked on 
them one at a time, alternating between them, making her want to swoon with 
delight. Never before had his lips on her tits felt so good. 

Ron's eyes returned again and again to the perfect blonde triangle nestled 
in the fulcrum where her lovely white thighs seemed to come together. Yes, 
he could see the pinkness of the inside of her cunt. Christ! She was 
absolutely stunning. There would never be a woman as exciting and arousing. 
That pussy of hers was the most beautiful gash ever attached to a female 
form. It was so full, so swollen and pouting, so anxious to feel his 
hardness tunneling through it. 

His thoughts were stereopticons of brimming lust. He spread her soft, white 
loins apart, exposing the total glory of her inner labia, letting his hungry 
eyes take them in and feast on them. 

"Come into me," she begged. "I can't wait any longer. Please Ron, if you 
love me, don't tease me any longer." 

Her legs parted even more widely and he launched himself between them. He 
placed his body between her tantalizing white thighs, carefully moving 
closer to her until the aroused, purple crown barely touched the wet, 
reddish-pink gash. She shuddered with anticipation at the touch of his 
fervid phallus. She groaned and wildly spun her head from side to side, her 
lovely blonde hair framing her angelic face and almost giving her the look 
of a madonna. Her heavy, bouncing breasts were shimmering, also seeming to 
move back and forth as she readied herself for her first true assault. 

Ron wanted to simply force his meat between her slithering vaginal walls, 
charging forward until he'd popped her cherry. But he controlled himself. 
This was his sister, the girl he loved more than anyone or anything else in 
the world. He adored her. He mustn't bring her undue pain. He would treat 
her with gentleness because she would soon be part of him, and anyone who 
was part of him was, in essence, him. To hurt her would be to hurt himself. 

The fiery, steel-like point of his burning rod was slowly inserted into the 
taut, narrow elastic opening of her unfucked cunt. Her thighs were pressed 
against his hips, and there was no way they could close around him until he 
was inserted into her. The depths of her beautiful loins spasmed achingly, 
drawing him magnetically forward as his body began pressing into hers, a 
little at a time, inching more and more of his mighty truncheon into her 
confining pussy. 

Arlene, used to feeling his tongue ream into her, at first felt only a mild 
sensation of pleasure as he began pushing his ponderous pole into her. It 
increased as more of his solid cock entered her, and she found herself 
taking it with more ease than she had imagined. So far there was no real 
pain, and she became a little anxious, preparing to fully enjoy the totality 
of his thrusting length and breadth. And then she felt a mild discomfort as 
his bolt pressed against her elastic cherry. The discomfort increased and 
became a slight pain as he continued slowly pushing into her, stretching the 
hymen. It refused to yield, and for one instant it appeared as if he would 
have to withdraw and plunge in again. 

Suddenly, just as the pain was about to go beyond the bearable point, Arlene 
felt something inside her completely surrender. She bucked and yelped in 
astonishment, and suddenly the anticipated pain completely disappeared. His 
monstrous prong continued sliding in until it was ultimately buried within 
her hot, gripping pussy-interior. 

Now Arlene first realized the wonder of feeling his solid prong inside her. 
It filled the aching void as much as she'd dreamed it would. Never before 
had she felt anything so glorious. The vibrating, rapturous young woman 
thrilled to the way it completely stopped her, a solid, forceful log 
surrounded by the soft tissues of her enveloping snatch, completely 
overpowering her with the sensation she'd wanted. The marvelous cock within 
was everything she had dreamed of, and more. The pain had been less than 
that which she'd experienced the first time he'd buggered her. She was able 
to contain every bit of him, and now the ecstasy would finally overpower 
her. She didn't doubt it for an instant. 

Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause undue pain or alarm, Ron began 
driving his stolid meat in and out of her youthful quim. He used long, 
full-length strokes, and every nerve-ending inside him screamed for 
immediate release. How he held himself back he never knew. His prong felt as 
it had the first time he'd let her suck on it. The hot gism was boiling up 
inside him, and only the slightest shift on his part prevented him from 
blasting off into her ahead of time. His full, burning prong slammed deep 
into her incandescent hollow, then stroked back through the feathery 
surroundings of liquid flame only to bury itself once again in her pleasure 
trove. His phallic dome rubbed with moistened friction against her steaming 
four walls, and actually felt the cervical entrance when he plunged all the 
way in, sensing it bump into his glans. 

"Oh, Ron," she sighed, "it's so wonderful. It's all I imagined it would be. 
Don't stop, Ron. Keep on pumping. Fuck it into me. Fuck me forever, my 
brother, my husband." 

"Sweet Arlene," he murmured, kissing her lips as he continued pumping into 
her, not once breaking the rhythm. 

"I can feel everything tingling inside me," she let him know. "If you want 
to come, you can. I can always come later." 

Her whispered words made Ron plow into her with greater fervor. Yes, he 
wanted to shoot inside her. Oh God! He wanted to blast off within the 
heavenly confines of her sweet, luscious cunny. But he wanted her with him 
on the trip. 

Her seething cunt was tightly locked onto his plundering peter now. It 
engulfed him wholly, and her thighs pumped wildly around him, letting him 
understand there was no reason to move slowly or hold back. 

Now Ron really began fucking his sister, ramming his solid massiveness into 
her creaming depths hard and deep, feeling his belly slam against hers as he 
drove his swollen pudendum all the way up into her seething womb. He reamed 
the freshly-parted insides of her lascivious snatch again and again. 

Like a huge wrecking ball suspended from a crane his testicles slammed 
against the wide-open, quaking flesh of her perineum. Her body shuddered as 
he drew his phallic ram back and slammed it forward again and again. He 
began building up tremendous speed and crashed into her teeming pussy, 
ramming into her hard, no longer worried about hurting her. And she heaved 
and churned beneath his pounding like a wild doe being attacked by a 
powerful buck. 

Arlene took to fornication more readily than any rabbit. She undulated with 
gathering rhythm, her thighs tightly holding him between her as her pelvis 
slammed up into his down rushing cock. Ron felt that familiar, magnificent 
feeling beginning to grow inside him. He would unload any moment, now . . . 
wowwwww! 

He could no longer control himself. He felt his semen charging into his 
stolid cock, and from there it began charging forward until it began 
spurting from the tip of his plunging penis, jetting into her longing 
receptacle. It throbbed and twitched, now totally beyond any control in the 
tender, stretched maw of her sucking cunt. Overpowering gusts of blazing 
pleasure slammed through his body, charging from his balls into his cock, 
and from there to the rest of him as he emptied his lava into her eager 
cunt, a never-ending unleashing of liquid flame filling her wanton womb, 
flooding her innards with an ocean of the seething semen. 

The blazing squirts of his come, splashing against her vaginal interior, and 
swabbing her cervix, caused the familiar sensation to build even higher, and 
then Arlene felt herself go over the edge. She began coming too, her pussy 
tightening around his still unflagging phallus, squeezing it for all it was 
worth, giving her an overpowering paroxysm of delight never before attained. 
His penis in her rectum had been superb, his tongue in her twat had been 
sheer bliss. But both were nothing when compared to the sheer magnificence 
of the rapturous ecstasy now inundating her, holding her totally within its 
power. 

"Fuck," she squeaked, and he continued pounding his shooting cock inside her 
crushing twat. The thick, slick emission shooting from him made the passage 
easier, and even as she felt him finally starting to soften she experienced 
a second orgasm, totally overwhelming her. She heaved her center high in the 
air, and still he remained locked into her despite the fact that he was 
shriveling rapidly. He pressed his cock into her, letting it rub against the 
contracting walls, feeling the way her thighs were almost cracking his ribs 
they held him so closely to her. 

Finally he was so small he could no longer stay inside. His prong fell out 
and he fell on top of her melon-sized boobs, his mouth seeking hers and 
kissing her in an unending passion. 

"Ron," she whispered, clutching him tightly to her. 

"We were one. We are one. We'll always be a part of one another." 

She held onto him, tightly pressing her body to his, glad to have him beside 
her, knowing there would never be another man quite like him. And to Ron 
there was no longer any doubt. They belonged to one another and to no one 
else. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Both Ron and Arlene were exceedingly fertile, and less than ten months 
following their arrival in Middle Island, their first son, Jerome, was born. 
A year later, Gary came along. The following year Maxine was born, and 
finally Hilda came a year after that. 

Immediately after Hilda's birth, Arlene had a tubular litigation performed, 
and Ron, to be on the safe side, had a vasectomy. Much as they loved the 
children they already had, they knew they couldn't afford any more. And now 
they would be free to fuck to their heart's content without fear of having 
any feeble-minded offspring. All four of their children were found to be 
normal, much to their relief. 

By now, Ron had bought a home. He'd paid a staggering thousand dollars down, 
with a twenty year mortgage at four percent for another seven thousand. The 
war had caused prices to climb, sharply. 

On the day of Jerome's twelfth birthday, Arlene took her husband aside and 
said, "Ron, you know how much I love you." 

Sensing something was bothering her, Ron replied, "Of course. But what are 
you leading up to? Are you thinking of having an affair with someone else?" 

"Not exactly," she told him, realizing he had all but divined her intent. "I 
want to sleep with Jerry and teach him that sex is more than something 
physical. Love is involved, and that's important." 

"It's really not a bad idea," Ron mused, "but isn't it a bit early? I mean, 
shouldn't you at least wait until he's sixteen, like I was?" 

"Ron, he's big for his age. I've seen his body many times. His cock is 
almost as large as yours. Because his body developed so quickly, his mind 
hasn't had a chance to keep pace with it. He might surrender to some inner 
instincts if we let him. That wouldn't be right. He has to know why he's 
feeling the way he does, and that rather than let him go out and force 
himself on some girl, he can always come to mommy." 

"What about Gary? He's developing at the same rate as Jerry." 

"When he's twelve I'll initiate him, as well." 

"And the girls?" 

"I'm sure you love them as deeply as you love me. I think it only fair you 
decide when the time is right to teach them." 

"I'm going to wait until each girl is fifteen. I mean, that's how old you 
were when I first did things with you." 

"Do you think the boys will want to play with their sisters, as well?" 

"They're our children. I don't see why not. But as their mother it will be 
up to you to keep them away from Maxine and Hilda until after I've properly 
initiated the girls." 

"And because of your vasectomy you won't have to settle for oral or anal 
satisfaction. You can rid each of her maidenhead without worrying about 
impregnating them." 

"And since you've had your tubes tied, any time either of the boys gets the 
urge to dip his wick in a place other than a mouth or an anus, he can come 
to you." 

"You really don't mind?" 

"If you'd wanted to have fun with an outsider it might have bothered me, but 
how can a man be jealous of his own sons? Tonight I'll take Gary, Hilda, and 
Maxine to a movie. You stay here with Jerry. Okay?" 

And so, as planned, that evening Ron Kress took his younger son and two 
daughters to a movie leaving Jerry home along with his mother. 

"Hey ma," Jerry asked. "What's the bit, huh? I mean, it's my birthday. Why 
didn't dad take me, as well?" 

Leading her son into her bedroom, a large room with a double bed, Arlene 
said, "You're twelve years old now, Jerry. Your father and I think you 
should learn a little about the facts of life." 

"Doggone, come on, ma. You don't think I'm some kinda dope, do you? I mean, 
I talk about sex with the guys in school all the time." 

"What do you talk about, Jerry?" 

"Hey ma, don't embarrass me. It isn't the kinda thing a kid talks about with 
his mother." 

"Why not?" 

"Gee ma, it just isn't right." 

"Who told you it isn't right? Did you learn that in school?" 

"Heck no, but none of my friends talk about things like this with their 
parents." 

"Isn't it about time someone did? Look at all the girls who get in trouble 
because their mothers and fathers don't talk to them." 

"Hell, ma, you know I can't get pregnant." 

"Jerry, by now you surely must have urges." 

"Sure I do. I even . . . well . . . masturbate." 

What a waste, Arlene thought. Aloud she said, "I guess you must dream about 
doing things with a lot of girls." 

"Aw heck, I guess so." 

"Who, for instance?" 

"Come on, ma, I can't talk about something like that." 

"Sure you can. Whatever we say to one another will go no farther than this 
room. I won't speak of it to anyone else, and neither will you." 

"Mom . . . it's too . . . well . . . embarrassing." 

"Talk to me, Jerry. You know you can." 

"Heck ma, there are a lotta girls I dream about. To be honest I even think 
of sneaking into Hilda's room sometimes and playing with her. Does that 
shock you?" 

"No. Your baby sister is only nine years old, but she's going to be a 
beautiful girl when she grows up." 

"I mean, does it bother you that I think of my sister that way." 

"No Jerry." 

"Also, sometimes, I think I'd like to be with Maxine." 

"She'll also be beautiful." 

"Yeah, but that's because both girls look a little like you, ma. You see, to 
be honest, I think I've always dreamed of making it with you. Jesus! I know 
when I was a baby you breast-fed me. Not that I can really remember 
anything, but I saw you breast-feed Gary and the girls, so I figure you 
must've fed me that way, too." 

"I did," Arlene told him, smiling. 

"Gosh, I've lain awake a lotta nights, just dreaming of sucking on your 
breasts again." 

"Would you really like that?" 

"More than anything else in the -world." 

She was wearing a robe, having just taken her evening shower. She smiled at 
her older son and said, "What if I said you could do it now, as a sort of 
birthday present?" 

"Oh ma," he breathed. "It'd be the greatest present I could ever hope for. 
I'd give anything just to look at them, much less touch 'em or suck on 'em." 

"Come here," she whispered, holding her hand out to him. 

He approached her, staring wide-eyed as she undid her robe and let the top 
fall open, revealing her still full, round, solid breasts. 

"Hey ma," he muttered, gazing on the twin orbs of loveliness. "You're 
beautiful. You're really beautiful. God, you have such gorgeous tits." 

She reached out, took his right hand, and placed it on her left breast. 
Instantly her nipple began swelling, and she felt as she had the first time 
she'd been with Ron. Not that she loved Ron any less, or felt less 
stimulated with him, but there was always something different about a first 
time. She hadn't felt aroused with Ron's three friends, but now, for the 
first time since that night she'd let Ron's hands first touch her boobs, she 
felt an electric tingle shoot through her entire body. 

She wanted her son. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel his mouth on 
her breasts and his hands all over her. And most important, she wanted him 
to fuck her. She wanted to feel his hard, hot cock inside her as much as 
she'd wanted Ron's on their wedding day. 

Jerry's hand shook as if with an ague as it rubbed his mother's peaking 
nipple. It grew long and hard, and the feel of it was not quite what he'd 
thought. He had expected it to remain small, and when it enlarged, it 
thrilled him all the more. He pressed his palm against it, wet with 
perspiration, and felt the hard nubbin rub into his hand. 

"Oh ma," he murmured. "Oh ma, this is wonderful. How do I thank you for 
letting me touch it?" 

"It has a twin," she reminded him. "Touch that one, too." 

"Oh wow!" he breathed, and reached out with his other hand, letting it weigh 
the fullness of her other breast in it. "Gee mom, this is fabulous." 

His hands began to make circular motions, rubbing the nipples harder with 
his palms, and his breathing became heavier. The thrill of his mother's 
nipples sent a wild tingling through him. 

Arlene looked down and saw her son's hard cock pushing against his pants. 
She was affecting him. Good! He didn't have any kind of aversion to touching 
his mother. 

Reaching out with her hands, she tugged at his sandy hair, pulling his face 
closer to her. Afraid she would order him to take his hands away, he almost 
clutched her knobs tightly. Her face was coming closer to his, and then he 
was really surprised when she planted her lips on his, kissing him softly. 
He shuddered as her lips pressed his, shaking all over, but never once 
letting go of the two treasures he now held. 

"Ma," he muttered for a moment, then felt her tongue touch his lips. He 
shivered again and let her tongue lightly tease him, eventually prying his 
lips apart and gently poking into his mouth. 

What a feeling! It was unbelievable. It was fantastic. His wonderful mother, 
the woman he'd worshipped and adored as long as he could remember was now 
kissing him, treating him like a lover. 

Her lips lifted from his, but before she could speak he took the initiative 
and began kissing her, letting his own tongue roam wildly through her mouth, 
completely out of control. 

"Easy, my darling," she whispered, pulling her lips from his. "Your father, 
brother, and sisters will be gone at least three hours, and we'll have lots 
of time. Don't rush and be overanxious. Don't be like your father was the 
first time." 

"How was Pop the first time?" he asked, his breath touching her lips as his 
hands continued pressing her breasts. 

"Your father was so aroused, he ejaculated the instant he put his penis in 
my mouth." 

"In your mouth?" Jerry gasped. 

"Yes darling, in my mouth, which is where I want you to first put your 
penis. I want you to feel just how wonderful it can be." 

"Honest ma, honest? You wanna suck on my cock?" 

"Yes Jerry. I want to suck it and lick it, and I want you to shoot a whole 
wad into my mouth. I want to taste and savor it. Then I want you to kiss me 
all over. I want you to suck my breasts, chew my nipples, kiss my navel, and 
finally, I want you to kiss my cunt. I want to feel your tongue delve deep 
inside me, and then I want you to lick my clitoris until I finally reach my 
own orgasm. And after all that, if you still have the strength, I want you 
to fuck me." 

"Oh wow! Mom, that sounds terrific. This is the best birthday present I 
could have ever hoped for." 

"If you like it enough, perhaps we can enjoy one another more often. We 
won't have to wait for special occasions." 

"But what about Dad?" 

"What about your father?" 

"I mean, does he know about all this?" 

"Of course. Did you think I'd do something like this without your father's 
approval?" 

"Gee, you'd think Pa would never give his okay to something like this." 

"Someday, when you're a little older, I'll explain it all to you. But I 
don't think we should waste any more time. Do you?" 

Jerry's lips came smashing against his mother's, and this time his mouth was 
wide open, receiving her tongue and licking it strongly, thrilling to the 
way she seemed to touch every part of his teeth and gums. His fingers 
pressed her nipples all the harder, feeling them swell between his fingers, 
causing more and more heat to flame out from his groin and spread wildly 
through the rest of his body. 

With her hands, Arlene pushed her son down on the bed, hovering above him, 
still kissing him, writhing her body, enjoying the way his inexperienced 
fingers anxiously pressed her burning nipples. Yes, she was looking forward 
to this. She wanted it as much as she'd wanted to be with Ron. 

Her hands began to lightly wander along her son's body, feeling his lean 
hardness, appreciating the solidity of his body. He was stronger than his 
father had been at his age, and his body was more muscular. 

Her lips tore away from his and branded his throat, and he wriggled 
furiously, sighing. 

"Ma," he muttered. "Oh ma. You're terrific. You're wonderful." 

Her lips traveled down his chest, stopping to lick at his tiny, previously 
untouched nipples. Her tongue leaped out and lapped at the tiny buds, 
sending shivering waves through his body, making him sigh and cry out. He 
clasped her head to his chest, feeling her hot mouth surround the small, 
brown aureole as the flat of her tongue rubbed up and down. 

When he finally released her blonde head, he felt her flicking tongue 
stutter its way down his front to his navel, where she paused to plunge in 
the tip of her tongue. 

Arlene noted the flatness of Jerry's belly, also seeing the faint line of 
downy hair starting to grow from his navel, along his lower belly as if 
leading her to his bushy pelvis. The hairs growing there were still thin and 
wispy, and only just beginning to curl. 

She let her licking tongue move through the light fuzz, almost blazing a 
salivary path toward his aching, shimmering cock as it stood raised up, a 
flesh tower waiting to be surrounded by the hurricane of her hungry mouth. 

"Oh Ma," he breathed, turning and wriggling, unable to bear the suspense any 
longer. "Oh Ma, suck it. Please suck it. Put it all the way in your 
wonderful mouth. Let me feel what it's like." 

"Beautiful boy," she whispered, kissing his pelvis firmly while her hand 
went to cup his scrotum. The sac was sticky with perspiration, and when her 
light fingers trickled their way along the wrinkled flesh, more perspiration 
broke out. Her nails lightly traced the many hundred wrinkly lines of his 
jewel sac, her fingertips rubbing very lightly against the round, smooth 
pearls inside. Each touch of her fingertips made him shudder a little more. 
Each little bit of pressure by her hand made him gulp and try to swallow as 
he realized how dry his throat was. 

But as wonderful as it all felt, as marvelous as her touch was to him, it 
was all nothing when compared to the sensation of her moist, laving tongue 
as it came gently down on his sac. A trillion icicles shot through him all 
at once. He was both, frozen and on fire, all at once. Only the pressure of 
her palms on his thighs kept him from bucking and hitting her in the face 
with his crotch. Her lapping tongue was flaming lava, wandering over his sac 
again and again, seeking out little spots it might not have touched before. 
Each touch of her tongue tip sent another surge of emotion through his rigid 
phallus. It stood tall, thick, erect, and now secreting floods of colorless 
fluid. His penial point was soaked and shining, glistening with his 
moisture. And the transparent fluid was seeping down his thick staff, 
coating the shank. 

Seeing the liquid flow, Arlene leaned forward, shot her tongue out, and 
began licking the slick secretion. The instant her tongue touched his 
phallus, Jerry almost screamed, experiencing a fantastic tremor course 
through his body. Her winding tongue licked very slowly upward, stopping 
only when it came to the flanged corona. Then she let her lips kiss the 
mottled purple head, watching it swell. 

Her eyes, locked on the lower part of his underside, saw the little throb of 
the tube inside, containing his young semen. Yes, Jerry was his father's son 
in every respect. He was unable to contain himself. He was about to come. 

Before he could say anything, Arlene's lips ringed themselves around the 
febrile point, and then plunged straight down, her burning, wet mouth 
engulfing the entire phallic wand. She pressed her tongue against the 
underside and sucked hard as the boy screamed, "Ohhhhh Maaaaa!" and 
unleashed a torrent of blazing cream straight down her lusting throat. And 
as she drank, Arlene found her son's gism every bit as tasty as that of her 
husband. The hot lava coursed directly down her throat as she sucked, 
pulling the tight flesh with her firm lips while teasing more and more of 
the spunk from his rigid extension. The more she sucked, the more he 
spurted, and even when the rain finally stopped ejaculating, his throbbing 
piece of solid meat refused to shrink. 

"Ma," he murmured. "Oh Ma, that was terrific. I never thought a guy could 
really feel so doggone good. You're the most terrific mother any guy could 
have." 

"You taste every bit as good as your father," she confided. "Now let's see 
if you've inherited his natural skills." 

She let him rest for a minute, her hand still stroking his firm, solid shank 
of flesh, caressing it, occasionally kissing it, licking a white droplet at 
its tip while tickling his balls. 

Slowly he began to feel passion crawling back into him. He became hungry for 
his mother, wanting to taste every bit of her body. He sat up abruptly, then 
rolled over, his mother now beneath him. She caressed the back of his neck 
and rubbed his throat, making him want her all the more, and his mouth came 
down on hers, wide open with his tongue reaching out for hers. Their oral 
digits clashed and locked as his hands groped for, and once more found her 
pendulous tits. Now his fingers seemed to know to rub her spongy, thickening 
nipples, pressing them as they enlarged. And then his head was down on her 
bosom, his lips pulling the right nipple between his teeth, actually biting 
and chewing as well as sucking. 

His mind seemed to flash back to his imagine and he fancied himself taking 
nourishment from his mother's rounded paps. They seemed so firm, so 
wonderfully heavy, and the nipples against his tongue were ambrosia. He 
alternated from the right teat to the left, sucking, chewing, biting, and 
actually almost swallowing the fleshy nubbins deep into his throat, feeling 
the firmness scrape against the roof of his mouth. 

"My darling son," Arlene murmured, holding his head close to her breast. "My 
wonderful child. Suck them, chew them, bite them until they hurt." 

He had her left nipple between his back teeth now, and he proceeded clamping 
down on it as if it were meant to eventually be gulped into his belly. 
Arlene writhed with impatient salaciousness, knowing her son's mouth would 
eventually be working in her creaming twat, but unable to contain herself 
any longer. His was as sensual a mouth as Ron's, and his tongue and lips 
excited her as much as those of her husband/brother. 

Remembering how his mother's tongue had licked down his belly, Jerry now 
began using his tongue on hers, letting it draw a wet line to her navel 
where he reamed it in and let it run around, thrusting it as deeply as he 
could. 

Her hand was pushing his head, moving his licking mouth lower, and now his 
chin was rubbing the lovely golden down covering her pelvis. He could smell 
the clean, healthy scent being emitted from there, and suddenly he found his 
mouth watering in his anxiety to taste the heady wine-like flow being 
released from her sopping center. 

Opening his mouth wide, he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and 
probed straight for the heart of her luscious cunt. His tongue lanced 
directly into the leaking middle, tasting the salty overflow. He drank it 
into his mouth as his tongue continued probing farther and farther into her, 
delving into the infinite depths of her passion pit. In it went, a solid, 
slick piece of oral fuck-meat, lapping at the roof of his mother's vagina, 
setting off millions of tiny erotic sparks inside her, making her mind 
explode with lustful desire. 

Her solid, pillarly white thighs clamped around her young son's head as his 
tongue came sliding out and lapped at her swollen, upstanding clitoris. He 
licked it again and again, feeling her jump each time as an oscillatory 
thrill made her spine shudder with tingling rapture. His continually moving 
tongue, running from her dripping center to her pendulating man-in-the-boat 
sent one violent Shockwave of vital exigency after another coursing through 
her quavering shell. It was an ardent flame, lancing straight up to her 
heart before withdrawing and saturating her quivering, fervid bud of 
sensuality. His tongue moved more swiftly as he became used to the taste of 
her, building a higher plane of excitement in her trembling body. 

To Jerry it was still unbelievable. He'd never dreamed to have his beautiful 
mother suck his cock so expertly. Nor could he have believed in a million 
years that he would be here now, sucking the sweet syrup being emitted by 
her luscious cunt. She was a queen, a woman above all others, not only to be 
loved and respected as a mother, but to be revered and adored like a 
wonderful lover, a passionate mistress, a marvelous, wanton and truly 
feminine woman. Yes, she was his mother. Let all his friends talk about 
other women. Let them dream on about the hundreds of females for whom they 
lusted but would never possess. He was now lapping the delicious cunt of the 
most wonderful, marvelous, superb woman in existence. That she was his 
mother only served to enhance the physical love he had for her. 

He pressed his lips tightly around the fleshy little bud, compressing them 
and letting his tongue lap away strongly, feeling her alabaster loins crush 
his temples as he licked all the harder. She was coming to a crisis. He 
could sense it. How he knew it he couldn't quite tell, but he knew it. He 
could feel the vibrations of her being become more concentrated and more 
violent. Yes, the sensation was building as her wonderful body became more 
and more taut, her center rising higher and higher like a bow whose string 
was being pulled farther and farther. 

And then, just as a bow releasing an arrow, she suddenly straightened out, 
twining her thighs even more tightly about his head as she blasted a load of 
lubrication all over his hungering face, washing it as thoroughly as if 
she'd sprayed him with a hose. Only the waters splashing into his eyes, 
nostrils and mouth was the sweetest, most perfumed, most wonderfully 
delicious liquid he'd ever known. He drank and drank and drank, quenching 
his thirst from a never-ending gusher. Her deep, infinite well continued 
expelling more and more, letting him glut himself. He drank, gluing his 
mouth to the hole from which he, himself, had emerged twelve years earlier, 
to the day. His mother had told him she'd had a hard time giving birth to 
him and his brother and two sisters, and tasting the liquid from her inferno 
he could understand why. Anyone lodged in so delightful a chamber would 
never want to be quit of it. Now he was trying to return, his tongue 
slurping deep into the hairy furrow, feeling the insides of her luscious 
labial extensions surrounding his nose and mouth, sensing their slickness, 
licking more and more of her sweet tasting juices. 

The taste of her savory vaginal pit roused the strong hunger in him all the 
more, and now he wanted to sink himself into her. He wanted to bury his 
long, hard, swollen mast deep into that delightful cauldron of ten thousand 
delights, feeling the inner tunnel completely surround and grip him. 

His mouth began working its way up through the tender golden moss, licking 
her flesh with ardent hunger. He stopped at her navel long enough to dip his 
tongue in once more, then continued up to her full, bossed, papulous orbs. 
His teeth bit hard on the elastic, sponge-like extensions of solid, pink 
flesh. He sucked strongly, almost as if he could once again nourish himself 
from her mammiform nodules. 

Arlene felt the torrid, rising passion in her son, and was grateful he felt 
as hungry for her as she did for him. Her full, solid, meaty thighs clamped 
tightly around his middle as his lips continued nursing at her bulbous 
teats. Wild orgasms continued pounding their way through her body even 
though he'd taken his tongue from her lusting honey-pot. His lips on her 
nipples were now causing strong climaxes to rush through her as she'd never 
felt before. She knew it wasn't because she loved Ron any less. She'd 
experienced the ultimate sensations with Ron, and there was no way she'd 
have been able to sense anything more. 

But Jerry was an experience added onto that of Ron. He wasn't a one time 
lover, with whom she would share a congressional experience and then leave. 
He was an added lover, and he was, in essence, picking up where Ron had 
ended, because his love for her, in its own way, was every bit as strong as 
that of her husband/brother. She needed him as much as she'd always needed 
Ron, and she knew when Gary, her second son, was twelve, the sensation would 
complete itself, since he would be that ultimate feeling few, if any, women 
are able to attain. 

Now, the solid, cylindrical, brazen lance of flesh was pressing itself 
against the split bisecting her convex, white, outer labia. It pushed hard, 
stabbing here and there, not quite able to center itself, and finally, after 
what seemed an eternity, she reached down, gripped the solid roller, and 
aimed it where it belonged. And then it was sliding in, not quite as thick 
as Ron's, but no less sensuous, no less demanding, no less satisfying. It 
tunneled through her, running its full length all the way in, lodging in the 
inner depths, filling her quite satisfactorily. 

Like a jackhammering piston it withdrew right up to its thick coronal ridge, 
then thundered forward with all the power and speed of a hurtling 
locomotive. It slammed all the way in, then pulled all the way back, then 
powered itself right back in again, filling her entire vaginal cavity with 
blissful stopping. 

"F . . . f . . . fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, Jerry. Keep on 
fuckinggggg . . . meeee!" 

And responding to his mother's will, Jerry continued plundering the steaming 
depths of her flaming pussy, driving his turgid meat in again and again, 
luxuriating in the sensation of her thighs surrounding him, cradling him so 
he could continue slamming into her blistering cunt with all the power he 
could muster. 

Her mouth surrounding his cock had been heaven, and her tongue was a dream 
many men never know in their entire lifetimes, and now a new dimension of 
bliss was added as his throbbing prick drilled into her slick, oceanic, 
unalloyed, halcyon pussy. He fucked into her strongly, wildly, relentlessly, 
mercilessly, expecting no less quarter from the hungering maw, continually 
swallowing his driving cock again and again. 

Because of the speedy way he'd come the first time, he was somewhat better 
at controlling himself, now. He could feel the white lava rumbling in his 
testicles, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before the next rush 
came pouring out of him. But another urge had lodged itself in his body. He 
wanted to come, but he wanted to be sure his mother also came. He realized 
how much he loved her, and how important it was she attain total 
satisfaction. There was, after all, no doubt in his mind that he would 
attain another satisfactory peak. But he knew if he came too quickly, he'd 
leave his mother hanging. Not that he wouldn't finish her with his mouth if 
necessary, but just as he knew the climax he was about to feel shooting in 
her cunt was different from the one he'd enjoyed when blasting into her 
mouth, so would her climax feel different caused by being poled rather than 
tongued. 

He slowed his thrusts slightly, plunging deeper and harder into her, and she 
responded by sighing and clasping her thighs more tightly around his waist. 
Yes, he was reaching her. He could tell by the tightening of her slick 
cuntwalls around his plunging pudendum that she was almost there. A little 
longer, and she would be climbing the wonderful rainbow, and then he could 
scale it right behind her. 

Arlene felt how superb her son's driving cock felt in her inner chamber, and 
it never occurred to her he would climax before she, leaving her 
unsatisfied. He was the product of both, herself and her beloved brother, 
Ron. Both had always held the other's consideration above their own. Jerry 
could be no different. 

And he proved it by pile driving his solid, rigid tool all the way in and 
out with unflagging vigor. It rubbed all four vaginal walls, and she felt 
that magnificent, overpowering sensation suddenly rise out of nowhere and 
hit her right in her clitoral nerves. It spread like a lovely cancer, 
charging through her body until she felt the thrills actually shooting from 
her fingers and toes. And then Ron, no longer able to contain himself, 
delivered his second series of withering blasts, enhancing the ultimate 
sensation for both of them all the more. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next year was a blissful prelude to Arlene of even better things to 
come. She made sure Ron got his full share of her body, giving him no less 
of herself than before, and actually enjoying him all the more now because 
she could appreciate the varied differences between him and Jerry. And since 
both were demanding men, she was laid at least six times a week, and many 
times seven, eight, nine, and even ten times in a single week when both took 
her at different times the same day. But she had no complaints. Fucking and 
being fucked by the men she loved was a good thing of which she could not 
have too much. 

It was inevitable that Jerry, toward the end of the eleventh month he was 
with his mother, eventually confided in Gary, his younger brother, arid the 
latter was dying to know what it was like. Finally Gary approached his 
mother and told her what Jerry had told him, and his mother admitted it was 
all true. She told Gary he would be allowed to enjoy her on his twelfth 
birthday, which was only two months away. 

The night before his birthday, she invited him into the bedroom with both, 
Ron and Jerry, and told him he could watch and see what was done so he'd 
know what to do himself, the following night. 

Ron, Jerry, and Arlene were quick to undress, and Gary, unable to control 
himself, dropped his own pants, grabbing his already-stiff cock in his hand. 
He watched as his father licked up and down his mother's spine, letting his 
tongue run down into her asscrack, and even pausing to lick her anal 
entrance thoroughly. It had never occurred to him anyone would enjoy lapping 
an asshole, but he watched his father do it with relish. At the same time, 
his brother Jerry was attaching his mouth to his mother's pouting pussy. 
Jerry lay on his back, with Arlene lying above him in a sixty nine position, 
her mouth swallowing his solid, towering cock, grown longer and thicker in 
the past year, while Ron still licked his wife's asshole. 

Staring, Gary could see the rich, full pinkness of her inner cunt from where 
he sat as the labia split wide to thrill to Jerry's lunging tongue. Gary 
could see the heavy moisture forming inside and dripping out, only to-be 
caught by his brother's tongue and swallowed deep into his throat. 

Then, while Arlene still hovered over Jerry in a sixty-nine, Ron straddled 
his son's head with his own knees, driving his thick cock against the tiny, 
budlike asshole he had just licked. And Gary could see his mother's mouth 
tighten around Jerry's plunging prick as his father slowly pushed his iron, 
push-pull rod ever so slowly into the tiny asshole. He was amazed to see her 
sphincter swell, enlarge, and surround the fleshy roller, and could hear her 
squeal, even with her mouth literally stuffed with Jerry's divine rod. And 
then her head began bobbing in cadence with her husband's ass-pumping. To 
Gary it looked as if a gigantic tube ran from his father's pumping groin, 
through his mother's ass and through her body, coming out her mouth and 
attaching itself to his brother's ramming schlong. His eyes bulged with 
wonder as he stared at his beautiful blonde mother, her huge tits hanging 
down, wobbling from side to side as she thrust herself forward and back, 
thrilling to the two masculine prods reaming through her, while Jerry's 
mouth continually sucked at her leaking pussy. 

His hand gripped his own throbbing piece of vibrant meat and he pulled hard, 
staring with wonderment at the tableau before him. Christ, but it was one 
beautiful sight. And to think he would become part of it in a very short 
while. 

He watched as his mother's body tightened. His brother's tongue, reaming in 
and out of her flooding passion pit, thirstily drinking the flowing juices 
now running in heavy spasming spurts into his mouth. Rivulets of the flowing 
water were dripping down his cheeks, and Gary felt a pang of jealousy at not 
being able to taste the oily substance pouring into Jerry's mouth. Then he 
watched as his mother's thighs clamped tightly around his brother's face, 
and any view he'd had of her cunt was now completely hidden. 

His father's fuck-pole, steaming in and out of his mother's ass, had him 
fascinated. He loved the way the ragged-looking sphincter gripped the 
plunging cock so tightly. Even nicer to look at were the moons of his 
mother's full ass, so white, bulging, and beautiful. 

His own hand tugged harder on his rampant meat now, yanking and pulling as 
if anxious to reach the conclusion he thought might never come. He could 
feel the flanged tip of his prick as it rubbed between his thumb and his 
palm, and each time he stroked his fingers across it, he felt another small 
surge of pleasure. 

Then his eyes wandered to his mother's beautiful face, watching as her 
cheeks alternately hollowed and bloated, pulling and sucking on Jerry's 
meaty pump. Hell, he was bigger than Jerry in that department, even if he 
was younger. His stiff, swollen cock was longer than Jerry's, but a fraction 
of an inch shorter than his father's. But, even though only twelve, his meat 
was already thicker than his father's. His would eventually be the longest, 
thickest cock of the trio. 

Now he stared, goggle-eyed as his mother's mouth rose and fell swiftly 
around the up-thrust hose of Jerry's stalwart prong. Her lips were actually 
compressing and easing around the phallic wand as her head bobbed up and 
down with amazing rapidity. He could see the way her hand was holding 
Jerry's balls, surrounding them in a firm, milking grip of tightness, 
determined to squeeze every last drop of pumping semen from them when the 
time came for his brother to peak. 

And that time was just about at hand as she jammed her head all the way 
down, gripping the base of his up-thrusting cock with her teeth, all but 
actually biting through the solid meat as he sighed and moaned, his vocal 
efforts echoing through the chamber of his mother's squirting cunt. His 
fulcrum rammed up, hard and high, and Gary could see the muscles in his 
brother's thighs straining as he began shooting wad after wad of heavy, 
thick semen down her gobbling throat. She drank the white cream as if it 
were honeyed mead, her throat contracting again and again as she swallowed 
the heavy outpourings from his pulsing, shooting cock. 

Gary could see his brother's phallic baton starting to shrink, yet his 
mother kept her mouth tightly glued to it, letting her tongue rub up and 
down against the back of it. And while her mouth sucked and tugged at the 
shriveling meat, her thighs remained tightly clamped around his head, 
squeezing, pressing, crushing, and making Gary wish it was his head 
surrounded by those columnar loins. 

But most of all, Gary was enjoying the sight of his mother's plundered ass. 
It was a beautiful thing to behold, the twin globous, annular, campanulate 
spheres compressed tightly around his father's thick, ramming tube; the 
white of her ovoid cheeks a vivid contrast to the dark pink pole with the 
purple head sliding in and out between them. Yes, he wanted to ram his own 
thick cock up that beautiful ass even more than he wanted it in her mouth, 
or even in her cunt. 

Even as he thought, he saw his mother's mouth release Jerry's now-shrunken 
worm of a pecker, and when she opened her thighs he slid out from under her, 
letting his father really thunder away. And then his dad was pounding into 
his mom's rectum like a steam hammer. His hands, which had formed a ring 
around her waist to keep her close, were clutching wildly to her as she, 
with her mouth wide open, was panting and grunting, fingering her own pussy. 
It was a sight guaranteed to drive stronger men than the young Gary insane 
with lust. 

Standing, still pulling on his own rampant prong, he walked over to where 
his father was thrusting his jackhammering pole deep into the tight rectal 
confines of his mother's rear passage. He felt himself sweating as much as 
his father, and couldn't resist standing there and staring at those 
spherical oviforms. He watched his father's mighty truncheon ream its way 
deeper and deeper into his loving mother's anal corridor, and he could tell 
his mother was loving the sensation every bit as much as his father. 

Slowly walking around to the front of his mother, he kept yanking on his 
swollen cylinder, watching her shudder as her fingers, rubbing back and 
forth between her thighs, brought her to yet another orgasm. It was truly a 
sight to behold. 

Her head was partially raised and almost flung back as Ron's mighty, massive 
ramming cock seemed to expand inside her asshole. He was about to come. Yes, 
she had been fucked by him long enough and often enough to know every little 
thing about him, and one thing she always seemed aware of was his readiness 
to pop a load. 

And then her eyes locked on the phallus in front of her. It was one she'd 
never really seen before, and a hand was tugging on it, straining to make it 
come. She could see its purple point enlarge and knew it, too, was about to 
unload. And as Ron shot his spunk into her ass, she saw the other cock fire 
a stream of white fluid straight at her face. Her mouth opened and in it 
went, and darn if it didn't taste as good as Ron's and Jerry's. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

That night, Gary barely slept, looking forward to the next day, his 
birthday, when he and his mother would be alone. He wouldn't have to share 
her the first time. He'd have her all to himself, and he'd be able to do the 
things he saw his father and brother indulging in. He'd have his cock 
sucked, he'd lap his mother's darling pussy, he'd fuck her, but most 
important of all, if he kept his cock hard long enough, he'd finally be able 
to bury it between the white globes of her lush asscheeks. God, but she had 
such a beautiful ass. 

And the following day, after a late lunch at which a birthday cake was 
served, Ron and Jerry took Maxine and Hilda out, leaving Gary alone with 
Arlene. 

"Well, Gary," his mother said, leading him into the same bedroom in which 
he'd seen her perform the previous day, "unlike Jerry, you know what it's 
all about. You know what has to be done and how to do it. Think you're 
ready?" 

"Ma, I've been ready for the last three years. Heck, I started whacking off 
half a year before Jerry. Not that I can claim to know more than him, or 
pretend I've had any kinda experience, but fucking is something that's been 
on my mind a long time, now. I just never dreamed I'd be lucky enough to do 
it with you." 

"And now that you know you can have me, does it bother or irritate you in 
any way?" 

"Heck no, Ma. I know you had some kinda operation so you can't have no more 
kids. So I can't see the harm in dicking you. Heck, it's really too good to 
be true. From what Jerry tells me, you're the greatest lay a guy could ever 
have, so even if I got something on the outside, it'd never compare to you." 

'Then suppose you and I get down to the serious business of fucking, 
sucking, and anything else you'd like." 

"You're the boss Ma. You tell me what we should do first." 

"Well, with your father and brother, we began with a little fellatio. Both 
came instantly the first time." 

"Would you like to start like that with me?" 

"Well, Gary, to tell you the truth, while you were in the room with us, 
yesterday, jerking off, you did shoot a jet of semen into my mouth, and it 
tasted very good. But yours is a little sweeter than either of your 
brother's or your father's. So what say we save the blowing until the end, 
for dessert, so to speak." 

"I'm with you, Ma. So tell me, what do we do?" 

"We begin by getting undressed," she pointed out, and as he stripped, Gary 
thought it a very good idea. 

Once again he stared at his mother's nude body, his eyes bugging out of his 
head at the wonderment of her. She was almost thirty-one, now, and her body 
was as beautiful as that of any eighteen year old. Her breasts were still 
firm and full, the nipples staring at him like a pair of eyes. He could feel 
his mouth watering as he stared at the narrowness of her waist and the 
flatness of her beautiful belly, winking at him with its navel. Her wide, 
flaring hips swayed gently, invitingly, and he knew she was a pearl among 
women; a jewel the possession of which would make him the wealthiest of 
males even though he was a mere twelve years old. 

He didn't wait to hear what she had to say next. Instead, he merely walked 
over to her, turned her around, and threw her down on the bed, belly-first. 
Before she could inquire what he had in mind his face was kissing her 
globous buttocks, chewing on the two soft, white spheroids. She relaxed, 
letting his shaking hands part the two white gluteal circles so his tongue 
could stab into her flowerlike anus. The soft, brown, spider-like flesh was 
totally relaxed as his tongue plunged into it, tasting the scented soap 
she'd used to cleanse herself. He licked voraciously, his tongue trying to 
ram its point past the web-like opening, savoring the purity of her flesh as 
he probed. He salivated heavily, allowing his drool to settle in the brown 
pucker, using the tip of his tongue to push it I farther and farther in. 

Content her anus was as lubricated as possible, he reached down and felt his 
own seminal oil coating his torrid cock. He rubbed it all over, then 
proceeded to mount his mother from behind. Using his knees, he forced her 
thighs wide part and then sank his cock between the swollen, lunar orbs of 
her buttocks. His penial tip pressed against the sphincter opening. She 
relaxed as best she could, already sensing the thickness of this penis. She 
knew it was even thicker than Ron's, and it would be like a first buggering 
all over again. Only this time her rectal passage was used to stretching, 
and the pain would be minimal, if at all. 

Gripping Arlene around her hips, her younger son began pushing hard, feeling 
his slippery cock press directly against the starry entrance of her asshole. 
He heard her grunt as he pushed forward, and then felt the fine line of her 
asshole open into a round void as the very point of his seething cock now 
began to effect an entrance. In it went a little deeper, half the purple 
crown now inside, thrilling to the constant pressure of her sphincter still 
attempting to push him back. 

"Love you . . . uhhh . . . ma," he grunted, and pulled her toward him, 
forcing her ass muscle to finally surrender as it opened to take the entire 
throbbing, swollen glans. 

Christ! he thought. What feeling. What fantastic feeling. And the fact that 
it was his mother's asshole made that feeling twice as good. 

"My God!" she muttered. "You're broader than your father. I really feel as 
if I'm being . . . uhhh . . . stuffed." 

Sparkling sensation surrounded his corona. Tiny pinpoints of ecstatic, 
rhapsodic excitement tingled through his attacking cock. It clutched the 
spongy glans and began sucking him into her, sending the chilling rapture 
shooting along the full length of the balance of his solid cock, into his 
groin and shooting through his shivering, tight scrotum, titillating his 
testicles. 

For her part, Arlene found her anal hallway able to stretch without pain, 
and therefore felt superlative pricklings running rampant in her ass. She 
bounced and twitched, enjoying every added bit of penetration. 

Gary sent his flail easing in a bit deeper, really turning on as the heated 
bliss began flaming through him. The wild, uncontrollable urge to ejaculate 
almost overpowered him, but unlike his father and brother, he found he had 
some slight control over himself. Slight changes in position allowed him 
deeper penetration without being overpowered by the need to spurt . . . just 
yet. 

His hands rubbed her creamy buttocks, feeling their smoothness, pinching 
them and thrilling to the way they yielded to his fingers. Their soft 
texture made him hungry to bite them, and had he now been halfway into her, 
impaling her luscious asshole on the flesh spit of his lusting cock, he 
would have knelt down then and there, and he'd have bitten, hard. As it was, 
he had to concentrate his mind into his plowing prick, feeling it inch in a 
bit more, and yet a bit more. The tight, clutching grasp of her squeezing 
sphincter pulled him in a bit deeper, yet. 

"Oh God!" she expounded. "It feels so unbelievably tight and absolutely 
delightful. Push it all the way in, Gary, all the way." 

Tightening the hold he had around his mother's wanton thighs, Gary rammed 
forward, and with a mighty surge shoved the rest of his thickness all the 
way into her. His thighs smacked loudly into those luscious, creamy buns, 
and his pelvis, still hairless, rubbed tightly against her parted split, 
thrilling her all the more as it massaged her anal opening. 

"Now," she ordered. "Start pumping." 

And pump he did, reaming his solid, meaty circumference through her tight, 
strangulating asshole. He rammed hard, thrusting it all the way in each time 
and drawing it out to the knobby point, just as he'd seen his father do the 
day before. In again out again, in again out again, he slammed his phallic 
wand all the way through her anal membranes, feeling the soft, wispy tissues 
cling to the surface of his running prick. Wave after wave of unadulterated 
rapture swept over him as his plunging slimuck knifed through the widening 
canal, feeling the tender flesh futilely attempt to fight back. 

Her swollen buttocks pressed tightly against his thighs and he found it 
uncomfortable to try and maintain a hold around her loins. It was easier to 
reach forward and under, and grab her pendulous, dangling boobs, and grip 
them tightly, allowing himself a far better hold. 

Somehow, she got her thighs between his, and closed them tightly, all but 
locking his thrusting cock into her flaming rectum. As great as the 
surrounding pressure had been before, it was far greater now, and he felt 
her slam her ass hard against him, her own fingers locked between her loins, 
pressing hard on her fully enlarged clit, feeling his thick, prodding cock 
pressuring the nerves in her ass attached to those in her vaginal canal. And 
with the counter-pressure of her fingers, she knew she was damn-well going 
to come. 

"Fuck faster." she whispered hoarsely. "Jam it up there, Gary." 

His father had perspired heavily, but he was sweating like a horse. The 
perspiration was falling off him in heavy drops, dripping onto her soft, 
white back, making her spine glisten. His lungs were aflame as he pumped 
resoundingly, almost hearing the echo of his cock as it bounced off her 
colon. 

"Can't.. . hold it.. . any more," he gasped, moving ever faster and 
shortening his stroke to match the speed. 

"Come," she begged. "Come! Shoot that white-hot cream into your mother's 
ass. Shoot, my loving son, shoot!" 

And then she let out a loud, long wail, squealing with paroxysms of delight 
as she attained her own first orgasm. The crushing penis in her ass had made 
sufficient contact with the deep nerve connected to her vagina, and the 
matching pressure of her fingers set her off on an atomic orgasm. Her entire 
body seemed to erupt with unbelievable ecstasy. 

"Ohhhh Maaaaa!" Gary wailed, screaming as he felt the blazing gism come 
rushing up through his penial tube and flash into his mother's rectum. All 
the feelings, all the sensations, all the overpowering pleasures he'd felt 
before were as nothing compared to this new, thundering delight. This was 
the ultimate human experience, and to think he was sharing it with the one 
woman he loved most in all the world. He hadn't had to wait until he'd 
fallen in love with some stranger ten or fifteen years from now. No, this 
was more than fucking, it was love. And the fact that he was using his dear 
mother's rectum made it all the more sacred a feeling. Soon he would fuck 
her mouth and her cunt, and then his tongue would fuck all three orifices, 
ending by sucking her sweet clit until she attained total fulfillment. 

At that point Arlene suddenly took the offensive. As Gary's still 
semi-turgid phlange came popping out of her ass, she threw him onto his 
back, using one hand to press him down and keep him there. Meanwhile her 
other hand began rubbing his ponderous pidookie, massaging and squeezing it, 
feeling all the white luscious semen coating it making her movements that 
less frictional. She tugged and yanked and rubbed, squatting over it and 
letting the ponderous, mushroom-shape cap rub between her labial doors. It 
took very little encouragement on her part to make the fleshy snake become a 
bonelike stalagmite of petrified rock. Still on her haunches, Arlene lowered 
herself onto his come-covered member, and sat, letting her round haunches 
come to rest on his thighs. The slickness let his thick, swollen pecker 
penetrate her seething snatch immediately. It slammed in right to the base, 
and her blonde hairs tickled his bare pelvis. They were so closely 
interlocked, it was all but impossible to say to whom the pubic hair really 
belonged, but for the fact that Gary's head of hair was a few shades darker 
than that of his mother. 

He reached out and pulled on her vibrating nipples, making them swell and 
enlarge all the more as his thumbs began a wild, rhythmic massage. The woman 
churned and rotated her dripping vagina, pressing her outwardly curved labia 
hard against his pubis, creating the feeling she was attempting to suck him 
all the way into her. 

Gary delighted in feeling the full weight of his mother as she sat, wildly 
bouncing and rhythmically spinning, going nowhere at a thousand knots an 
hour. 

Her tightening pouch clung tightly to his driving staff as she rose and fell 
with swift, regular rhythm. Crushing static pressed in around his rigid 
staff, creating wild unimaginable feelings. Gary had, like his brother, 
heard of the wonders of sex, and had always tried to imagine how great it 
would feel. But imagination could never begin to help him realize how truly 
superb it felt. His mother's squeezing, pressuring cuntwalls were every bit 
as tight, to him, as her anal channel. True he didn't have those ass moons 
with which to play, but he could feel those luscious, plump ellipsoids slam 
against his thighs each time she came crashing down, and the sensation was 
absolutely delightful. 

Now her weeping pussy moved down even more quickly, surrounding his 
up-thrusting rigidity like an oversized squid sucking in a. live fish. More 
and more of his thick, turgid, blazing meat went spearing up into the 
rawness of her feminine gash as the static now became a full electric 
charge, running through his entire body. 

Because his mother was squatting rather than kneeling, Gary, by raising his 
head, had a full view of his swollen pump pushing into the fur-lined wound 
of her puffy pussy. The vaginal walls made loud, deliriously-thrilling 
sucking noises each time she came squishing down. Rivers of thick, 
transparent cunt water came running down, bathing his pelvis. And since 
there were no hairs there to absorb the liquid mass, pools began forming 
around the base of his thrusting wand. Some of it was actually seeping along 
the crevices where his thighs joined his body, and then leaking along his 
asscheeks. 

Arlene felt more thrilled than ever. The cycle was complete. Her second 
son's thick, burgeoning cock filled her sweet cunthole as satisfactorily as 
it had her rectum, minutes before. It was even thicker than Ron's, and that, 
combined with its newness, plus the fact that she loved Gary as much as she 
did Jerry and Ron, made a hundred minor orgasms shoot through her as she 
continued her crouching bounce. She'd had the love of a brother and two sons 
as fucking men as well as relatives. 

His young, inexperienced flesh-lance probed deep into her womanly pocket, 
its fervidity more than compensating for its nescience in such matters. It 
vibrated deep in her feminine tunnel, rousing more and more of her unguent 
secretions. 

There was every possibility she might have fallen backward a few times had 
his strong fingers not clutched her vibrant nipples so strongly. His thumbs 
continued rubbing the pink nubbins, turning them red, as blood filled them 
to capacity. She felt electric sensations where his thumbs continually 
rasped against the sensitive grapelike shapes. 

Now her movement began to speed up as she felt the big climax starting to 
overtake her. It sped through her soft, tender, twat tissues, building to 
where it began charging into her full-swollen clit, and from there it raged 
through the rest of her body like a wild forest fire. Her inner pussylips 
clamped onto his slick cock so tightly, in spite of the secretions covering 
it, it was unable to move. And because he was trying, the pulsating of her 
crushing walls as she spasmed caused him to reach an eruptive conclusion. 
His second blast was every bit as strong as his first, sending gushers of 
white, flaming semen into her womanly well. If the liquid was somewhat less 
in quantity than it had been when he'd blown a wad into her sweet asshole, 
the feeling was no less intense now as he hosed a blast into her tight, 
strangling snatch. 

At that point Gary flung her off his body, throwing her flat on the bed. 
Moving around to where her head lay, he hovered directly over her and sank 
his weakening cock into her mouth, letting her not only drink what little he 
was still shooting, but allowing her mouth to cleanse the combination of 
sperm and lubrication from his thick, rubbery phallus. 

With his knees planted on either side of her head, he leaned forward and 
sank his face straight into her steaming muff, tasting the same fluids now 
filling her mouth. His tongue delved straight into her blazing chamber, 
licking out the thick secretions he had only just deposited there, stopping 
only to occasionally flatten itself out against the full-swollen bud of her 
oscillating clitoris. He lapped like a starving anteater, slurping long and 
loud as his oral member stretched itself to its limit, rubbing strongly 
against the blood-swollen clitoral meat. He learned to compress his lips 
around it, pressing hard with his tongue, whipping said tongue back and 
forth across the clit's ultra-sensitive head. 

Fumes seemed to come steaming out of her frothing cunt as she bounced to the 
tune his lapping member set. Inexperienced, yes . . . but a natural 
cunnilinguist if ever one existed. He would soon be better than his brother, 
and might even equal his father. 

Gary felt his cock stop shriveling the moment he sank it into the depths of 
his hungering mother's mouth. He felt her lips convulse around the hose as 
he moved it back and forth, wild, inconceivable rapture shooting through him 
each time he either plunged down or pulled up. Her tongue was doing a 
masterful job of massaging his aching penial underside, and now the mass of 
fuck flesh began to once again stiffen. Keeping his weight firmly balanced 
on his knees, he plunged the blistering, thickening dork deeper and deeper 
into her throat, feeling her pharynx squeeze the penial tip, which in turn 
only forced it to swell even larger, which made the compressions caused by 
her throat even more sensational. 

As his tongue slurped through his mother's naturally-perfumed well, he 
realized he liked the taste of his sperm in her sloshing interior as much as 
he did her own wonderful juices. He would never have considered tasting the 
seed all the times he'd jerked off, nor would he do so if he ever pulled his 
cock again. But mingled with his mother's lotion-like moisture, it became a 
tasty, tangy balm thrilling him as he drank. 

Little by little as he licked, the taste of his own seed disappeared and 
more and more of his mother's zesty fluids filled his mouth. Wanting to 
continue enjoying the taste of himself, he larruped his tongue into her 
twitching asshole, thrilling to the way her sphincter all but denied him 
entrance. Even so, enough gummy liquid was seeping out her ass so he could 
mingle it with the flavorful drippings of her luscious pussy, and yet it 
served only to increase his appetite for more. 

Arlene felt her younger son's tongue reaming her anus and a stalactite of 
delight coursed through her body. She shuddered each time his probing oral 
digit pointed itself into the tiny rear orifice, licking out a bit more of 
the white seminal discharge he had only recently squirted in there. Every 
now and again he pulled her a bit lower so he could sink his teeth into the 
soft, white orbs of her all-but-nerveless asscheeks. He bit hard, stopping 
short of breaking the skin, but leaving deep indentations, making her squirm 
with unbridled passion. Yes, he was a natural lover, just like his father. 

His cock, a shade shorter than his father's, but broader, tasted wonderful 
on her tongue as she licked and sucked, pulling with her lips, feeling it 
stretch her mouth to a width she had never previously known. It absolutely 
filled her, and when she finally managed to take the wedge-shaped head into 
her throat, she felt it actually expand her gullet. Totally experienced in 
the art of fellatio, the stuffiness of the horn made her feel all the more 
elated. She could taste the hard-but-yielding dome as it pushed deeper and 
deeper into her questing esophagus, and then her lips and teeth were 
pressing on the hard meat of the solid cock's trunk, savoring the taste of 
his body and flesh. She munched and chewed the solid pipe, exalting in the 
thoroughly wanton action as she felt it harden to its utmost. Her lips 
pressed hard, while her tongue rubbed with unregenerate rapacity, wanting 
that final spicy condiment of sexual relish still bubbling in his balls. Her 
mouth was a sucking, pulling leech, eager to reach that final, ultimate, 
terminal completion, while her seething twat was already spurting heavy 
loads of newly-manufactured lubrication into her son's salacious mouth. 

Gary drank continually, no longer able to taste his own sapidity, drinking 
the flushing fountain of syrup expelled by his loving mother's fuming sex 
hole. Thirstily, intently, ardently, keenly he drained the flooding tide of 
expelling sauce. 

Her fingers danced on his swollen balls, caressing the sac as it tightened 
and withdrew into his groin, preparing to squeeze out the libation she so 
desirously sought. There was already a light throbbing in the tube inside 
his phallic baton as it tried waving in her mouth, as if attempting to 
conduct a sexual sonata of libertinous proclivity. 

Matching the beat of his pulsing cock, Gary's tongue slurped heartily 
against his mother's twitching clit, making it thrum as if to the same 
symphonic tempo. 

He stiffened as her finger sought and found his asshole, and then thrilled 
to the pleasure of her finger, wet with the liquid puddling in her own 
pelvis. It slipped right in, and now he knew the sensual gratification of 
his own rectum being invaded as he rammed his librating phallus deeper and 
deeper. The combination of her finger in his tight ass, combined with the 
pressure of her throat on his glans was the final straw, sending him up and 
over the top of Pleasure Mountain. And as he fired his white brandy down 
Arlene's throat, he felt her thighs cross behind his neck, signaling her 
final, ultimate attainment. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

For the next four years the Kress Family continued living blissfully on 
Middle Island. Jerry and Gary shared their mother with Ron, their father. 
Most of the time Ron had her to himself when he did have her, but on 
occasion he let the two of them join him in filling all three of Arlene's 
orifices at once, which was the ultimate pleasure for her. The three men she 
loved most in all the world were giving her the greatest love they could, 
each to the best of his ability. 

Gary, in spite of his having the thickest phallus, almost always plugged his 
mother's rectum whenever they had a menage a quatre. Ron would lie beneath 
her and savor the deliciousness of her always elastically-tight cunt, while 
Jerry thrilled to the feeling of Arlene's knowing mouth as it always managed 
to suck every lingering drop of creamy come out of him. Occasionally they 
would switch around. 

And when Ron wasn't around, Arlene divided herself between Jerry and Gary. 
Most of the time she took them separately, but every now and again she would 
take the two on at once. 

By tacit agreement, neither Jerry nor Gary had spoken to either of their 
sisters concerning sex. They were willing to let their father initiate each 
of the girls, provided each was willing, after which, if the girls each 
agreed, they could take on their brothers. 

Maxine and Hilda were both well-developed for their ages, and at fifteen and 
fourteen respectively, each looked more like nineteen. Maxine had flaming 
red hair, and her face as well as her slender figure was dotted with 
freckles. Her bosom wasn't large like her mother's, but it was round and 
ripe. She wore a thirty-four B bra, when she bothered wearing one. Much of 
the time, especially during the summer when it was hot and a bra could 
chafe, she let her apple-shaped knockers stand by themselves under an all 
but transparent blouse. 

Maxine was no dummy, and by the time her fifteenth birthday came, she knew 
all there was to know about sex. The only remaining question was, how did 
she feel about incest? Did she feel the same love for her father and her 
brothers as her mother felt? Did she want them for lovers? 

For her fifteenth birthday, Ron took Maxine to see a triple X-rated movie 
all about incest. She easily looked over eighteen, and the girl at the 
ticket window never questioned her age when Ron bought the tickets and 
ushered her inside. 

They sat through the film quietly, and afterward, Ron took her to a malt 
shop and bought her a soda, asking, "What did you think of the movie?" 

"As movies go, it had a terrible story," she confided. "I mean, it was 
merely an excuse for showing fornication on the screen." 

"Then I take it the picture in no way appealed to you." 

She finished her soda, sipping slowly, her lips pursed lightly around the 
straw, then turned to her father and said, "It never really occurred to me 
to like or dislike it. But what I think you want to know is, would I like 
making it with you." 

Ron blushed, amazed at how uncannily she had read his thoughts. But her 
candidness called for forthrightness on his part, and he nodded, saying, 
"You're a beautiful girl, Maxine. Your body is almost fully mature. But you 
have to be the one to decide who will be the first to possess it." 

'Tell me one thing, father," she wanted to know. "You and mother, except for 
the color of your hair, look almost exactly alike. Is that the result of 
propinquity, or is it because the two of you are closely related, say like 
first cousins?" 

"Say like brother and sister," he told her, frankly. When the girls eyes 
widened, he nodded and said, "Yes, Maxine. Your mother and I are brother and 
sister. We came to love one another so much we couldn't bear the idea of 
either of us giving our bodies to anyone else. I know about all the 
arguments against incest, but the fact remains, look how you, Hilda, and 
your brothers turned out. And to this day I love your mother more than any 
woman alive, though you and Hilda are close seconds, both tied for second 
place at the present time." 

'This desire must really be an inherited thing," she smiled. "You see, dad, 
all my sexual fantasies revolve around Jerry and Gary, though I've never 
told either one of them. I didn't dare so much as -dream of making it with 
you. I mean, most fathers would slap their daughters down for such an idea." 

"And now that you know how I feel?" 

"I think I would very much like to swing with you, dad. But the first time I 
don't want the others to know about it." 

"It's kind of late," he let her know. "You see, Jerry and Gary have been 
scoring with your mother for the past four years. Jerry has been making it 
for five years. And if you're willing, after you and I have had a night 
together, each of them wants to share you along with me." 

"Wow!" was all she could think to say. "And you really aren't ashamed to 
admit it?" 

"Ashamed? Maxine, it's the purest form of love. Certainly there's physical 
lust involved, but lust is a part of love. And your mother, brothers, and I 
love one another very deeply." 

"And I guess Hilda and I love all of you just as deeply," Maxine admitted. 
"I mean, we've always been a very close-knit family on just about 
everything, though I'll admit neither Hilda nor I was aware of what was 
going on with Jerry, Gary, you and mom. We love all of you about as deeply 
as we can, and I know I for one would be more than happy to score with you, 
father. But I'd like to make sure I don't become pregnant." 

"I had a vasectomy right after Hilda was born, so there's no way I can 
create a baby in you." 

"But what about Jerry and Gary?" 

"They've learned all kinds of other sophisticated ways to do things so you 
won't have to worry about either of them penetrating you." 

"Okay, dad. I'm game. Where do we go, home?" 

"No. I think we should play the part of lovers to the hilt and go to a 
motel. You'll stay in the car while I register, and then we can go to the 
room together." 

"Groovy." 

"Let me warn you now, there's a terrific amount of pleasure and fun, but 
there's also a bit of pain. Think you're up to it?" 

"I know all about the need for breaking my hymen and the feeling involved in 
the stretching of my vaginal walls. I've done a lot of reading, dad. Don't 
worry. I'm up to it if you are." 

She noticed her father was shaking a little and attributed it to his 
worrying about the hurt he might cause her. Actually Ron was shaking in 
anticipation of getting into his daughter. Already he was feeling as he had 
the first night Arlene had suggested they do things together. He could 
hardly contain himself, yet he knew things had to be just right so his 
daughter could reap the most felicity from this, their first joining; the 
first of a multitude to come. 

"You love me a lot, don't you dad?" she asked in an offhand way as they left 
the malt shop and got into his car. 

"Very much," he assured her. 

"I'm glad, because I absolutely adore you. I can think of no penis I'd like 
more than yours inside me." 

"Honey," he told her, heading for the nearby motel, "it's been a very long 
time since I've really had a thrilling feeling of newness like the one 
crawling all over me tonight. This will be our night, and I'll do my best to 
make you love every bit of it." 

Maxine felt even more excited than her father, looking forward to her first 
physical experience. Anticipatory thrills trickled through her nervous 
system a she wondered just what it would be like. Oh she knew it was 
supposed to be fun. After all, a few of the girls with whom she went to high 
school confided to her their own experiences. One or two of them actually 
had surrendered her virginity to a senior or a college student. She could 
hardly wait now that she knew it was about to happen to her, and with her 
wonderful father, no less. What more could a girl want? 

Ron registered them into a motel and parked the car directly in front of the 
unit they would be using. Then he ushered her inside, shut the door, and 
realized his heart was a trip hammer in his chest. Odd how he'd never had 
the urge to cheat on Arlene all the years they'd lived together. He'd seen 
scores of beautiful women, more than one of whom had looked invitingly at 
him. Yet none had meant a thing to him. But now, alone with his third child, 
his elder daughter, he felt heat rising in his groin as if he were some kind 
of inexperienced male virgin. She seemed more at ease than he. 

He helped her off with her dress, then while she finished undressing, he 
took off his own clothes. When she turned to face him, he inhaled deeply. 
She had a lovely, slender, reed-like figure. Her round breasts were two 
gibbous globes, high, firm, with pink aureoles and nipples, just like the 
centers of her mother's tits. But Maxine was freckled from head to foot, and 
it added a new brilliance to her already-superb form. She had nice hips, but 
they didn't really flare. Her thighs were long, slender, and firm, and she 
had nice calves, even though they weren't plump. 

Maxine stared at her father, at the dangling phallic member first beginning 
to rear itself at the sight of her. The black hair curling on his pelvis was 
still a forest of night. But the pink length of his snakelike member, topped 
with a purpling head was what held her attention. She didn't know what to 
think of it. True she knew what it was supposed to look like, having seen 
photos in hygiene class, but this was really the first time she'd had an 
opportunity to see one up close. 

Ron's gaze locked on the flaming bush covering his daughter's pubis. It was 
a jungle of thick, lush, lustrous hair, short, but not wiry in appearance. 

"You're beautiful," he finally breathed. 

"Do I really please you, father?" she asked. 

"Very much," he admitted. 

"Then make a full-fledged woman of me," she told him. 

He led her to the bed and made her lie down, stretching his own form out 
beside her. He could feel her breath starting to quicken and he knew she was 
extremely nervous. 

"Don't worry," he whispered, his left hand encasing her ripe right breast, 
gently manipulating the growing nipple between his fingers. "It'll be good 
for the most part." 

Maxine turned to face her father and felt his lips softly press hers, his 
tongue flicking across her closed mouth. She let him pull her body close to 
his, for the first time feeling his solid length of cock rub against her 
body. She trembled, at first from the fear of ignorance, and a moment later 
from the thrilling heat of his lubricating juices as they rubbed off on her 
thighs. Her arms went around him and held him close to her, not minding the 
discomfort of his hand crushing her round teat. Her mouth now kissed his, 
and her tongue reached out tentatively to flicker against his. She felt his 
tongue stiffen and thrust into her mouth, and quite naturally she sucked on 
it. Her teeth all but bit into it, and she had to admit she enjoyed the 
sensation of chewing. She shuddered as she breathed out a sigh, feeling his 
fingers reach down and cup her full buttock, squeezing softly and rousing 
her dormant desire. She pressed her fulcrum more readily against his 
straining, bronze-solid cock, enjoying its constant rubbing against her 
pouting labia. 

Ron was more excited with each passing second. He knew if he attempted to 
deflower his daughter at this point, he would ejaculate instantly, and it 
would be awhile before he'd be able to raise his cane again. He had to make 
her come, then he had to make her understand his need for a climax. After 
his first shooting, he could work more easily with her, and then pop her 
cherry at a more leisurely pace. 

The hand cupping her buttock came up and held the back of her head as his 
mouth pressed harder against hers, his tongue-tip counting her teeth and 
massaging her gums, fighting back her own licking member. Her nails pressed 
into his back, scratching and puncturing, but he noticed nothing as heat 
continued building inside him. 

"Oh, daddy," she whispered, her hot breath flowing into his ear. "This is so 
good. It's everything a girl could ever want. Don't stop, darling daddy. Do 
things to me, keep me feeling good." 

He released her head and began kissing her throat, letting his tongue draw 
light lines toward her chest She eased her grip on him and almost squeaked 
as his lips surrounded the pink bud of her right nipple and drew it into his 
mouth. He sucked slowly, letting his tongue run over the bumpiness of her 
nippled flesh. Like a soft bullet it lengthened, quivering to the beat of 
his licking tongue. Then his lips moved to her other breast, sucking the 
tumescent, spongy extension to its full length, letting it match the other 
one. 

Now his tongue began moving down her body, teasing her soft, lightly curved 
belly, tickling her navel and making her squirm ecstatically. Then he licked 
lower, and when she would have reacted by tightening her thighs, he gently 
pried them open with his fingers. His fingertips touched the flaming bush 
and then moved lower, running up and down the line splitting her pouchy 
cunt. He could feel tiny droplets of womanly oil, and slowly parted the 
labial flaps, rubbing his fingers lightly along their insides. Maxine 
trembled with expectation, thrilling to the sensations he was already 
sending through her. Experimentally he pushed his middle finger slowly into 
her, feeling how crushingly tight the inside of her hot box gripped it. Her 
sweet, watering cunt was tighter than Arlene's rectal hole, and the thought 
of eventually being able to plunder it was so overpowering, he almost shot 
then and there. 

The finger eased a little farther up into her hot, humid center, making her 
writhe again as she started softly moaning. He kept on sliding it back and 
forth, forcing it a little deeper each time until it touched the harrier of 
her thin, elastic, sticky maidenhead. He could feel it was a bit thicker 
than Arlene's had been, and he knew she would feel pain when he finally 
sundered it. 

Her hard, solid thighs now began parting of their own volition, making the 
movement of his finger within her that much easier. Lowering his face to her 
juicing juncture, he could smell the musky effluvium within. Not having been 
prepared in advance for this, Maxine hadn't known to douche or cleanse 
herself, though she naturally kept that area nicely washed. Even so, he 
inhaled her natural scent, and it aroused the hungering animal in him that 
much more. His tongue went plunging into her, tasting the tang of her, 
sipping the heavier flow of her flowing oil. He smacked his lips, then 
sucked more of her outpouring viscosity, making loud noises, letting his 
daughter know how much he was enjoying the taste of her. And Maxine, hearing 
how much her father loved the flavor of her, completely abandoned herself to 
the sensation of his licking, sucking mouth, churning wildly each time his 
tongue lapped her oscillating clit. 

Though she was the product of his sister and himself, Ron found Maxine to 
taste as different from Arlene as the latter had tasted from the three girl 
friends with whom he'd experimented. But where the three girls had all but 
turned him off, Maxine's slithery liquid served to arouse him even more. He 
hungered for even more of her delectable, juicy quim-fluid. He tongued the 
blazing slit again and again, turning her rich pink inner meat to a 
blistering carmine. 

"Oh daddy," she murmured, "it feels so good. Don't stop, daddy. Please don't 
stop." 

He had no intention of stopping. He felt titrations he hadn't enjoyed since 
his first time with Arlene. This newness was something one could enjoy only 
once with each paramour. His lust for Arlene burned even more brightly with 
the passing years, but that sensation of total newness; of seeming to do 
something never done before, could never be recaptured. At least it hadn't 
been there until now. Yes, he loved Maxine with as much lust as he did his 
own sister/wife. And now he could understand why Arlene took to loving their 
sons so readily. Not that he'd ever been jealous of them, but he had 
actually forgotten how exciting it was to make love with someone he actually 
adored a first time. Now it was coming back in a hurry, and he realized how 
impatient he would be waiting for Hilda to come of age. But now he had 
Maxine in addition to Arlene, and because of his vasectomy, he could fuck to 
his heart's delight. 

Her thighs had slowly closed around his head, and with his hands he raised 
her rump so he could have better access to her young, plump cunt. His tongue 
wedged deeply into the steaming trough, slurping out more fluid, making him 
realize she might not taste like her mother, but she sure did lubricate as 
heavily. The oral digit sank in, pulled out, ran up and down the full length 
of the hair-ringed furrow, stopping to vex the excited clitoral bud, then 
swooped down to lap at her anal rictus before sinking into her fuming snatch 
again. 

Maxine's hips rose and fell with lightning regularity, thrilling to the 
support of her father's two hands beneath her buns. Her legs tightened 
around his head as if drawing him closer to her, pressing his face all the 
way into her bursting pussy. Thrill mounted on thrill as excitement burned 
with greater intensity in the sexual maw never before broached by man. Her 
clitoris now grew to a greater length than it had ever previously known. 

His tongue began mounting a strong assault against her vibrating nub, 
causing his daughter to yelp with pleasurable cries as her loins now pressed 
strongly around his head, pressing his face so tightly into her body, had 
her slit not parted to let his nose in, she'd have broken said nose. 

And then her orgasm suddenly swooped down on her like a hunting hawk, 
carrying her off high up into the mountains of insensate delirium. The 
saliva filled her mouth, and because she didn't think to swallow, it 
dribbled out and down the corners. The feeling was so total, so 
overpowering, so complete it roared through her body with the suction of a 
jet plane. 

She tore at her father's hair with one hand while pushing his head even 
farther into her boiling snatch with the other. The feeling so totally 
dominated her, her mind temporarily blacked out. She came back to herself 
only five seconds later, seeing a series of blinking stars, still feeling 
Ron's mouth working furiously at the tender, sensitive meat between her 
thighs. 

"That's enough," she whispered, pulling his hair with both hands now, 
desperate for him to stop. 

"How was it, hon?" he asked, wiping his oil-smeared face on the covers 
beside her trim thighs. 

"Oh Daddy, it was something I could never begin to put into words. It was 
fab, really fab. D'you men feel the same thing?" 

"Better believe it, hon. The only remaining question is, would you be 
willing to do for me what I just did for you?" 

"You mean, go down there with my mouth." 

"Uh huh." 

"Golly, I don't know. I've never so much as held one in my hand, much less 
licked one." 

"Neither did your mother when we first started, but she finally decided to 
do it. In fact, she was the one who actually started the whole thing. She 
used her mouth on me before asking me to lick her." 

"Tell me, Dad, does mother really like doing it?" 

"The other day she spent three hours working on your two brothers and 
myself, making us all come twice each, only using her mouth. And she 
swallowed every bit of sperm the three of us released." 

"But did she like it?" Maxine insisted on knowing. 

"No matter what I said, you'd only believe your mother if you heard it from 
her. Even then, whether or not your mother likes it isn't important, right 
now. The most important thing is, will you like it? And one thing is 
certain; you'll never know unless you try it." 

"You mean you want me to swallow whatever comes out of it?" 

"That's another decision only you can make." 

"Gee, I don't know, Daddy. I mean, I loved what you did for me and all, and 
I'd sure like you to feel as happy about this as I do, but I'm not sure I'd 
like putting your thing in my mouth." 

"Give it a try, Maxine. If you don't like it, we can always stop." 

"I guess that's fair enough." 

"Fine," he nodded, taking two pillows from the bed and stuffing them under 
his butt. "I'll raise it higher for you, so you don't have to strain your 
neck." 

Maxine waited until her father was comfortably settled on the pillows, then 
knelt between his thighs, staring at the thick, oil-coated wand. Her eyes 
became fascinated by it, watching the drops ooze from the swollen lavender 
head as the purple cap seemed to enlarge just the littlest bit each time a 
drop was released. She saw the way the corona flanged out, like the top of a 
battering ram, and she knew it was shaped that way because it was meant to 
drive into a cunt, smashing a hymen, if necessary. 

Odd how the sight of the network of blood vessels, winding their way around 
the solid pole seemed to start her becoming all hot and bothered again. She 
had just completed her climax and had wanted to rest more than anything 
else. But now, staring at this thick, heavy flesh-pike, watching the light 
pinkness of the shank contrast of the dark, almost mottled appearance of the 
violet crown, strange sensations began enlarging within. My, but it was 
thick, and on the underside she could make out the sensitive string-like 
knot where his ram-like knob attached itself to the rest of the hard, thick 
poker. 

Below the upstanding, solid staff was a heavy, hollow sac filled with two 
round pigeon eggs. A thin vein ran through the crinkly, lined skin, and she 
could almost swear she saw the tubes running from each of the marbles within 
running to the one conduit at the back of his phallus beneath the thick 
skin. 

The shock of black hair on his pelvic front, and the many black hairs 
attached to his scrotum each seemed to be a tiny, sensitized wire. When she 
blew lightly, she could see the hairs wave in the breeze caused by her 
pursed lips. She could also see the hard shaft stiffen imperceptibly more as 
the wind from her mouth blew across it. 

Her hand reached out and decisively gripped the solid beef-roll. She 
squeezed hard, noting how the bole refused to yield, even though the outer 
flesh, for all its tightness, could be moved a bit. Her hand tugged the 
shaft up and down a few times, and she could feel strange sensations coming 
from within. She decided she liked it. 

Colorless sap was leaking heavily from the heliotrope dome, making it shine 
and glisten as if it had been carefully polished. Yet when her fingers 
touched the slick knob, rather than a sliding, waxy feeling, she sensed a 
sticky, undried-varnishlike texture. The heat emanating from the pulsing 
wand was almost burning her hand, and she found it hard to believe any part 
of a human body could burn so without scorching its own skin. 

Inside, she felt herself beginning to shiver for some unknown reason. The 
thick, fleshy rod was like a magnet, drawing her ever closer, and though she 
didn't understand why, she knew she had to taste it. Perhaps it was because 
it was the staff her mother had often mouthed, or maybe it was because it 
was the pipe through which a part of her had originally flowed, joining to 
that other part in her mother to now form what was her entire self. Once she 
had traveled inside that fat cock, and now she yearned to have it travel 
inside her. Her face got closer and closer, and then her mouth was open, and 
her tongue, like a loose flap in a strong breeze began fluttering over the 
tight roundness of his hairy scrotum. 

Ye Gods! Ron thought. How long had it been since Arlene's tongue had so 
electrically affected him? 

Maxine sensed every little line in his sac and thrilled to each new taste. 
Now it was time for the piece-de-resistance. She could hold back no longer,, 
and opening her mouth wide, parting her lips in an egg-shaped smile, now a 
crazed, whimpering, cock-starved female; a monster created by him, for him, 
she let her slavering maw slowly sink down around the throbbing cock, 
feeding it into her mouth a little at a time. Her throat began humming, 
hemming, and tingling as she began moaning, taking his schlong deeper and 
deeper. 

Ron's hands reached down and found the raisin-like nipples of his daughter's 
firm young tits. He rubbed , them hard, and she reacted even more 
delightfully than he would have hoped, shoving her face even closer to his 
hairy groin, stuffing her throat with more and more of his thick prick. She 
was gobbling him into her with such voracity he felt she wanted to eat up 
his entire body. Deeper it sank into the endless pit of her demanding 
throat. 

And then her mouth was as far down as it could go, and suddenly she became a 
piranha, her sharp teeth tightening around the base. 

"Ouch!" he yelled, and she understood she was being carried away. 

She relaxed a bit, surrendering part of his seven inches for a few moments 
as if asking his pardon for her over-anxiety. Ron patted her long, red hair, 
and with each pat her head sank back down again until she'd completely 
ingested his flaming meat. 

It was too much for Ron! Just as he hadn't been able to control himself so 
many years before when Arlene had first sank his shaft into her mouth, so 
now he suddenly lost all power over himself and began unleashing streams of 
spunk into his daughter's throat. And she proved to be her mother's daughter 
by not only drinking every drop, but loving it, barely able to wait for the 
next quaff. 

Not since the first time Arlene had drank the libation pouring from his 
thick-knobbed cock had Ron seen anyone so eagerly drink his spurting semen. 
Her mouth was all over his pulsing prick, sucking from the tip, licking a 
dribble escaping down the side, lips pursing to suck even more as the white 
cream mushroomed from the tiny hole in the peak again. 

Maxine felt all her doubts and fears swept away as the salty clean taste 
bathed her throat, covering her tongue and her palate. The fluid covered her 
teeth, lodging in the crevices, but she had no time to lick it out as more 
and more gism erupted from his flesh hose. She swallowed, feeling the tasty 
warmth coat her gullet and seep in to her belly, giving her a warm feeling 
of security. 

To think, half of her had once been swimming in the fluid now filling her 
belly. Once the liquid had surrounded a part of her, and now her body was 
surrounding it. The liquid of life had a far better taste to it than any 
wine, liqueur, or manmade beverage. This was a taste made by God, and when 
the little squiggly sperms weren't being aimed at a waiting ovum, it was 
only right the wonderful drink should be imbibed this way. 

Her eyes were wide open, and she could see her father's tight balls tremble 
each time he unleashed another spasm of the tasty seed. And very shortly 
now, this wonderful cock, this marvelous prick stuffing her mouth, would be 
filling her cunt, giving her the ultimate fulfillment, creating a sensation 
at least equal to that created by her father's tongue, earlier. 

The rupturing of Maxine's cherry proved no difficult task. Ron's hard-on 
refused to shrink because his daughter's oral ministrations were so 
endearing. She sucked so violently, her tongue and lips kept the phallus 
fully erect. Her oily cunt was literally dripping with womanly grease, and 
Ron, no longer capable of thinking of Maxine as his daughter, threw her back 
onto the bed, stretching her firm, lush, freckled body beneath his as he 
mounted her, holding his solidly-stiff cock in his hand. She spread her 
inviting thighs wide and said, "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me good." 

His rubbery penis head was jammed against the tight split leading inside her 
and he pushed. She squealed with pain, but when he would have pulled back, 
she grabbed the thick meat with both hands and began literally tugging him 
in deeper, tears silently pouring from the sides of both eyes. 

"You must," she told him. "You have to fuck me, daddy. It has to go inside, 
now." 

Slowly the thick cock fitted into the tight, narrow groove of her virginal 
cunt. She gasped as it forced her elastic walls to widen, but Ron was no 
longer ready to spare his rod. He shoved a little harder and the hard meat 
went in a little deeper, and then he shoved again, feeling the round head of 
his knobby cock ram up against the tight membrane of his daughter's hymen. 

"Bye bye, cherry," he murmured, and shoved, and his slamming cock shoved 
right through the elastic barrier, sundering it into useless bits of 
miniscule flesh and blood, and then, as he lay there, resting on his elbows, 
she completed the maneuver, sliding farther along the pole until it was 
buried all the way in her. 

Both rested, panting as they lay there, Ron thrilling to the way his heavy 
cock was marinating in the juices of his daughter's tight, squishy tunnel. 
The narrow void behind her labial flaps was completely filled. 

"Oh Daddy," she breathed, "I thought it would just hurt, and nothing more. 
But it doesn't. It really doesn't. It feels so good inside me." 

"And you feel so good surrounding my cock, lovely Maxine. Your cunt is as 
good as your mother's, even if it is as different. It feels heavenly." 

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard." 

Slowly Ron drew his drilling prong back, and then, when the flanged coronal 
ridge was just barely within, he powered forward again, slamming its full, 
fat length deep into her quivering cunt chamber. Excitement traveled with 
his steam-powered cock, and each time it ran forward a greater thrill 
enveloped Maxine. She began groaning and twisting, and soon, catching the 
rhythm of her father's ramming prick, began letting her ass bounce in time 
to it against the mattress beneath her. 

Faster she moved, forcing her daddy's thick truncheon deeper and deeper into 
her, stretching her wanton chamber wider and wider with each strong inrush. 
His dark bush squashed against the red mat at her crotch, the hairs 
intermingling, catching, even pulling against one another. Maxine's slender 
thighs were soon tightly wrapped around her father's waist as her belly 
slapped loudly against his. Both were so caught up in the idea of pleasing 
the other, neither was aware of his own inner feelings being built up as 
they rumbled along together. 

Ron never noticed when his own sac, which had been slamming against his 
daughter's perineum like the ball of a wrecking crane suddenly tightened and 
pulled up strongly between his own thighs, pressing into his crotch as the 
pulsations from his thrusting cock became stronger and stronger. Nor did he 
pay attention to the boiling sperm now bubbling up speedily in his nuts, 
slowly rising and pushing its way through the tube along the underside of 
his sinking, driving pile. 

Maxine was so absorbed in the sensation of her daddy's pole powering in and 
out of her, feeling the way it tightened inside, she never noticed her own 
slick cuntwalls were becoming more and more distended. Nor did the fact that 
an unutterable thrill was slowly creeping up on her take her mind off her 
father's pleasure. She wanted to feel his frothing come juice spurt into 
her, knowing she had the power to make him enjoy the come as much as her 
mother. Hadn't he been ecstatic about the way she'd sucked his cream down 
her throat? 

Now his thundering cock was moving even faster, and Ron suddenly felt his 
own orgasm completely overpower him as he yelled a garbled yell and shot a 
second, thick, heavy wad of semen deep into his daughter's yearning 
fuck-hole. But Maxine barely felt the heated sperm as her own climax so 
totally overcame her, everything seemed to black out for a moment. Faintly 
she sensed the hot fluid spurt into her and complete the marvelous 
sensation. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Gary, and Jerry had been enjoying their mother while Ron had devirginized 
Maxine, but quickly dressed when they heard their father's car pull up in 
the garage. They, along with Arlene, were overjoyed to hear Maxine had taken 
to sex so readily. 

That night, everyone but Hilda, the youngest, slept soundly. Hilda knew what 
was going on by now, and she was disappointed she had to wait a full year 
before she could join the rest of the family. But her father had insisted, 
and she, being an obedient daughter, willingly waited, though it was 
frustrating. 

Gary and Jerry didn't bother Maxine for about a week after that, wanting any 
possible rawness she might have felt from having her cherry popped to heal. 
But when the week was up, they approached her together and asked her if she 
were willing to handle the two of them at once. Being a loving sister, 
Maxine agreed, on the condition neither brother fire his seed into her cunt. 
That was understandable. She would have to wait until her next period before 
starting on the Pill, and no one wanted to take any chances on her becoming 
pregnant. 

Hilda had gone to the movies with some girl friends that evening, and Ron 
and Arlene were out visiting friends. Maxine had insisted both boys take 
showers after she, herself had bathed. Then Jerry and Gary took a shower 
while she stretched out on her bed and waited, her torso a glimmering, 
shapely object in the dim lamplight of the bedroom. 

Jerry emerged from the bathroom first and, completely naked, walked into 
Maxine's bedroom. He spied his gorgeous sister lying there, and his penis 
immediately sprang erect. Maxine could see it had neither the length nor the 
thickness of their father's, but it was more than adequate. 

Jerry walked over to the bed and sat on it, and bending, instantly kissed 
his sister while cupping both her firm breasts. Her tongue sucked his in 
like a vacuum, playing wildly with it. Her hands pulled the rest of his body 
against hers, and she rubbed her fulcrum against his prick, tingling as the 
feel of the long, solid meat rubbed against her oozing slot. 

Gary entered while they were a tangled mass of flesh. Before they could 
join, he had his hand reaching under his brother's balls and pressing 
against the twitching pussy gash, feeling Maxine's hot flow become a gusher 
as it poured out. Jerry slid up a bit so his hard cock rubbed against his 
sister's flat belly and Gary's fingers could dip into Maxine's center more 
easily. Jerry continued kissing and rubbing his sister's tits while Gary 
fingered her creaming slash, making the colorless goo come flooding out as 
the girl began to enjoy her first series of mini-climaxes. 

Jerry slid even higher on his sister's body, gently resting his asscheeks on 
her belly while his throbbing peter slid between her two, full, solid tits. 
Maxine, seeing what he was trying to do, pressed her breasts tightly 
together, letting them form a sort of enclave for his sliding dong. She 
pressed her nipples inward, letting them press against the hot, rigid, 
burning tube riding between them. Christ, but she loved it. 

Jerry felt the full, roundness of her tits press tightly against each side 
of his sawing prick, and thrill mounted on thrill as he felt the heat of his 
sister's boobs build the charge in his balls, both of which nestled in the 
sac pressed against her body. 

Gary, meanwhile, had withdrawn his fingers from inside his sister's fuming 
snatch and had pried her thighs farther apart so he could sink his face 
between them. Her fur-encircled cunt was so wet the liquid was soaking the 
bed below, and he was determined to let as little of her cunt juice escape 
as possible. His face was quickly surrounded by her convex, pouting 
pussylips as his tongue speared into her, scooping up heavy amounts of the 
viscous ointment and snapping the fluid into his mouth. He drank headily, 
letting his tongue slurp through the orifice again and again, feeling his 
sister bounce her buns each time he let the tip of his tongue climb to the 
top of her leaking split and tickle her aroused clitoris. 

Maxine's thighs surrounded Gary's head, pulling his face even deeper into 
the pit of her steaming cunt. He could feel her musky scent surround him as 
his mouth licked again and again, tasting the savory flavors she emitted. 
There was no doubt about her orgasming again and again, as charge after 
charge of sticky liquid splattered into his face. He sucked long and strong 
on her clitoris and even with her thighs clamped tightly around his ears, 
heard her scream with ecstasy as she experienced one particularly strong, 
sensual thrill. 

Jerry, watching the way his sister's pink mouth opened each time she came, 
became even more charged up. He stuffed two pillows behind her head, forcing 
her to raise her head, and as he shoved his burning cock between her tits, 
he pushed the tip against her lips. Maxine got the idea and stuck her tongue 
out, licking the round, lavender dome each time he shoved forward. Only now 
Jerry was shoving farther and farther forward, and soon he had his ass 
resting on Maxine's delightful tits while his heavy cock was sliding in and 
out of her mouth. Immediately her lips formed a tight circle around the 
plunging prod, licking with her tongue against the stiff underside, tasting 
the sweetish fluid seeping from his amethyst cock head. She sucked as if it 
were a purple lollipop, pulling the stiff shaft strongly with her lips, 
lightly nibbling the corona with her back teeth. 

Jerry had his hands on her head, pulling it forward, levering more and more 
of his meat into her oral orifice, thrilling to the way she could take it 
into the back of her mouth without gagging. His balls were already rubbing 
her chin. 

Gary had stopped feasting at the trough of his sister's pussy and now had 
her thighs hoisted over his shoulders. He was pressing his fat, hard prong 
against her asshole. Christ! Maxine had an even tighter one than his mother. 
He pushed against her thighs, feeling her press on his shoulders with her 
calves to increase the leverage, and as her mouth continued sucking on one 
brother's fuck-stick, her tight, never-before-used asshole now began 
absorbing the other brother's prong. She wished the brothers would change 
places, if only because the thicker staff was going into her ass, and how 
she would have loved to have had such breadth stuffing her mouth. Even so, 
Jerry's cock was by no stretch of the imagination a skinny wand. It was 
ramming in now with heavy regularity, filling her entire esophagus. 

The other cock was pushing deeper into her ass, now. It hurt, but such a 
lovely hurt. She could feel it inching into her a little at a time, and her 
fingers automatically reached between her thighs to rub the clitoral nub. 
The long, broad stalk was pushing ever-deeper into her rear tunnel, gorging 
it with such unbelievably delightful thrills. Maxine wondered why her father 
hadn't introduced her to this method of fucking. In its own way it was every 
bit as delightful as the use of her other two holes. 

Jerry's cock was buried all the way in her throat now, and if she could have 
taken it clear down into her belly, she would have done just that. The feel 
of the hot, petrified cock inside was delightfully delicious. His balls, 
rubbing against her chin made her face feel as if it were being softly 
caressed, especially with his thighs surrounding her cheeks. She gripped his 
ass tightly, and in doing so, felt her left forefinger touch the anal 
opening. 

Heck, if she enjoyed Gary stuffing her rectum with his fat schlong, Jerry 
should certainly enjoy a finger in his asshole. Using her right hand to jam 
his ass tightly against her face with his cock locked all the way down her 
throat, she slowly forced her left forefinger into her brother's ass. The 
sphincter resisted at first, just as hers had resisted Gary's thicker cock, 
but just as she knew her own asshole had opened to the insistent prodding of 
her brother's cock, so she knew Jerry's bum hole would open if she continued 
pushing her finger into its web-like opening. And sure enough, with enough 
pressure, the budlike anal entrance parted to admit her forefinger, making 
Jerry jump forward, ramming his flesh log even farther down her throat. But 
that was all right, because she was able to make her gullet relax and take 
the entire salami-like roll of thick meat. 

The pressure of her soaking, slick tongue, added to the crushing surrounding 
of her throat on his cock head, made Jerry bounce wildly. His sister was the 
greatest cock swallower in all the world. Not even his mother could take his 
phallic baton in so deeply. And she was doing it all without gagging or 
choking. She was utterly fantastic. 

And as Jerry basked in the warm mouth of his sister, Gary luxuriated in the 
hot, tight asshole of the same girl, now ramming his hot, thick cock back 
and forth, feeling her rear tunnel grasp the stone phallus strongly. In 
fact, when he shoved it in, he felt himself go in right up to where her 
rectum was attempting to suck in his scrotum, as well. She tightened her 
rectal grip on him, and he found he could no longer pull back. He had to 
move his thick cock circularly inside her rectum, thrilling to the way she 
squeezed, as if trying to literally uproot the stolid member. The pronging, 
stabbing, yardarm of hard flesh wiggled its way about inside her clutching 
cavern, but could not pull back. 

Maxine was thrilled beyond delight at the new experience of having her 
rectum plumbed while her mouth was also being excavated. Her calves 
encircled Gary's neck, tugging him against Jerry's back, forcing both cocks 
even deeper into her. The fantastic experience was beyond anything 
imaginable, and with one of her hands still rubbing her clitoris, she 
suddenly began experiencing a complete series of wild, sensational orgasms. 
Her asshole squeezed so tightly, something was set off in Gary's rotating 
prong, and abruptly he began shooting a heavy wad of gooey semen deep into 
his sister's ass. 

The heat of the splashing sperm made Maxine rotate her ass all the more, and 
then she was shoving her head forward, feeling Jerry's pubis push against 
her nose as she felt his thick pole begin to violently twitch. And then an 
instant later his own load was blistering its way down her hungry throat, 
filling her belly with its heat. Maxine's voracious lips tightened more 
strongly about Jerry's thick stem of meat, squeezing it for every luscious 
drop. 

Jerry's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, so completely was he enjoying the 
cocksucking his sister was giving him. His mother's experienced mouth had 
been superb, but she had never taken so much prick all the way down her 
throat. 

And Gary thrilled all the more to the tightness of his sister's 
no-longer-virgin ass. The orgasmic experience of the trio was so complete, 
all three were whacked out, after. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

For the next year, Hilda was the only one left out of the family's sexual 
proceedings. Sometimes it would be one on one, with Ron screwing either 
Arlene or Maxine, or either Jerry or Gary making it along with their sister 
or mother. Sometimes the brothers would work together, and on occasion 
they'd join their father in a round-robin boffing on either Arlene or 
Maxine. And once in a rare while, the father and two brothers screwed the 
mother and daughter together. 

Gary was becoming slightly possessive of his older sister. He and Maxine had 
been close all their lives, and now, when it came to sex, he felt a greater 
thrill going into her than he did fucking his own mother. Not that he felt 
any kind of jealousy when his father or Jerry was with Maxine. In fact, he 
felt rather proud they had selected her. But he almost always did his best 
to join whoever it was who was giving it to her whenever he was around. 

When Maxine began taking the pill, Gary was the first one to dip his wick 
into her sweet, tight cunt. He loved it so much, he shot his first load 
before his thrusting cock had plunged all the way in. And it made Maxine 
feel good to know Gary cared so much for her he found difficulty in 
controlling his orgasms. 

She felt closer to him than ever, and seemed to enjoy the taste of his sperm 
more than that of either Jerry or her father. Not that she didn't get her 
full measure of enjoyment from them. But Gary seemed somehow more enjoyable 
than the other male members of her family. She was beginning to feel for him 
what her mother had felt for her father many years earlier. 

On more than one occasion the two, when alone, had made known their feelings 
for one another. But at the same time they knew it would be unfair to the 
other members of their family. Maybe later they could do what their mother 
and father had done; marry. Neither considered running away from home. Both 
loved the other members of their family too much. Both wanted to share 
themselves as much as possible with the other members of the family, even if 
they occasionally had desires to be solely with one another, just as their 
mother and dad were left to themselves on occasion. 

By the time Hilda's fifteenth birthday came around, anxiety was gripping 
everyone. Ron had wanted to take her off by herself as he'd done with 
Maxine, but Hilda had vetoed the idea. She knew what was going on. She knew 
the others knew what would happen to her. Why make them guess how she'd 
react? Why have to wait to enjoy the other male members of the family? 
Cherry-popping might be daddy's privilege, but right after that, she wanted 
to feel the stalwart cocks of both her brothers. She'd waited long enough. 
It was her privilege. 

So on that Sunday afternoon, the entire family gathered in the master 
bedroom, all fully clothed. Hilda told her father not to waste time with 
words. She had anticipated everything, even to the taking of birth control 
pills since her last period. She was going to be fucked by all three cocks. 
Oh she'd suck each one, and she might even take each one up the rear, but 
she was going to be fucked in her cunt by all three cocks. 

Hilda was wearing a tight, black blouse and matching skirt. Her firm, 
pointed, young girl's boobs seemed to thrust up at Ron defiantly, as if 
pleading to be exposed. He reached his hands out and cupped his daughter's 
two tits through the black cloth, knowing the rapt eyes of every other 
member of the family were on him. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and 
Hilda's dark blonde head bobbed slightly as she sighed. Her hair was short 
and upswept. She'd gone to the beauty parlor the previous afternoon and had 
purposely had her hairstyle altered to befit her oncoming womanhood. Unlike 
Maxine, her sister, and Arlene, her mother, Hilda seemed almost short, a 
mere five feet two inches tall. Her body wasn't as lithe, nor was it as 
leggy in appearance. Even with her skirt still on, it was plain Hilda's legs 
seemed short, almost stumpy. Her calves were very thick, and she didn't have 
graceful ankles like Maxine. 

Hilda's attributes were above her waist. She had a larger pair of knobs than 
either her mother or her sister, and they were still growing. And her face 
looked more like Ron than Arlene. Her nose was narrower than her sister's, 
and it had a slight curve. Her eyes were wide and set apart, and her lips 
were thin, though no less kissable. 

At that moment her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, thrilling to the 
wonderful contact of her father's hands. Her nipples swelled to his expert 
manipulating, and suddenly she felt as if her senses had heightened. 

Ron smiled down at her, understanding the thrills coursing through her ripe 
young torso. He, better than anyone else, was aware of the desires and 
natural instincts now slowly but certainly taking possession of her. She had 
been longing for this for years now, and had literally built a wall of 
repression around herself, knowing she couldn't enjoy any of these good 
things until her father had granted her his blessing. And this he was about 
to do in the most evident way possible. 

Hilda's world now centered itself solely on the smiling face before her. She 
fell back onto the bed behind her, supporting herself on her palms as her 
dad leaned over and grabbed her. His large hands slithered under her blouse 
and up the sides of the wonderful, full body beneath. Her own fingers found 
the muscles of her father's body as lean and hard as those a mechanic should 
have developed over many years. She quivered with delight, digging her 
short, recently-polished nails into her dad's flesh. 

The thrilling hurt moved Ron forward like a young bull. He yanked the blouse 
up over her carefully coif-fured hair very suddenly, tugging it off and 
throwing it to the side, leaving his daughter sitting there, her head 
leaning back, eyes closed and dark blonde hair a bit tousled. His deft hands 
now unsnapped her bra with almost casual swiftness, and her full, swollen 
tits now hung free. 

Ron eyed her lovely arms, her truly round tits, and the slight fullness of 
her waist, beneath. Her shoulders seemed strong, and now he could let his 
gaze linger longer on those marvelous, swaying tits. He knew all the other 
eyes were also staring. Her nipples blossomed like budding roses under his 
starving stare, as if his eyes were the sunlight they so craved. Her 
youthful torso was adorable in the softly, rounded, baby-fat way only a 
young, innocent, adolescent virgin's could be. 

Hilda trembled with anticipation, her hands reaching out to caress, to 
stroke, to grab at her father's hardened body. The two wrestled and held 
tightly to one another as Hilda ripped her dad's shirt off. Now he was naked 
to the waist, as she. They rolled all over the bed, biting and kissing, and 
in the background they could hear the heavy breathing of the onlookers. 
Ron's lips were planting heavy kisses all along his daughter's body, filling 
his mouth with each of her breasts in turn, delighting in the taste of the 
smooth, sweet, white flesh with all the expertise of a gourmet. 

Now his hands began working feverishly on the zipper holding her skirt 
together, expertly pulling it down to reveal the pink nylon panties beneath. 
He yanked the smooth, satin material down over her hips, her buttocks 
popping out like two lush cushions. He yanked the skirt lower, pulling it 
over her heavy calves and finally tugged it from her flailing ankles. 

Hilda lay back on the bed, her dark blonde triangle of pussy hair a light 
shadow showing through the wispy pink mist of her panty. Ron's hot, hard 
cock thrust against his pants with strong pressure, aching to be liberated. 
Swiftly now, he undid his belt buckle and all but tore out his zipper 
pulling it down. He yanked his underpants down with his pants and his 
ponderous prick came jutting out like a spring-loaded siege engine. Hilda 
stared at the thickness of the lavender, weighty cane with its swollen, 
heavy dome. It was what she had been waiting a long time to receive. She 
didn't care if it split her Up the middle. Even if she were literally ripped 
in half, she wanted that solid prong stuffed into her. 

Ron flung his pants to one side and now stood before his second daughter in 
all his nakedness. Hilda almost gasped as his fingers grabbed the elastic 
band of her panty and tugged them down and off. Her dad was now straddling 
her bare, plainly available body, glaring down at her with the one idea of a 
cock staring at a hen. Then, before she realized what he was doing, he fell 
between her thighs and pushed them apart, sinking his face into the thick 
nest of golden curls. Hilda sighed and instantly curled her fingers in his 
black hair, pushing his face lower until she could feel his lips slithering 
through the soft, sticky lips of her swollen cunt. A wild, eager hunger 
caused bursts of pleasure to charge through her as his tongue licked the 
pearly shape of her hardening clit, making her tender, unused body tremble 
as it traveled through a whole new range of different feelings. 

Her loins rammed against his face as the rich, thick, almost lathered fluid 
began seeping from her sweet cunt. Ron's tongue began leaping in and out, 
reaming through the feminine slit like a surgeon's scalpel through a 
newly-made incision. And all the while the fingers of both hands were 
digging into her full, heavy ass. Like talons they cut into her flesh, 
making her involuntarily buck her hips higher, slamming her pussy gash all 
the harder into his hungering mouth. Hilda's fingers gripped his hair 
relentlessly, pulling his face harder and harder into her steaming nookie, 
trying to push every inch of his probing tongue as far into her fuming cunt 
cauldron as possible. She was almost insane with desirous fury, yelling, 
"Lick me, daddy. Lick my cunt. Use your tongue and lick it out." 

Her thighs were widely stretched, the pink labia looking more like a red 
mouth trying to swallow his face. The effect wasn't lost on the rest of the 
family, all of whom were feverishly staring and holding their own genitalia. 

Ron's lips dribbled with her outpouring sweetness, thrilling to the pungent 
taste as it continued pouring from the center of her reddened, fur-ringed 
slot. The way the juices were flooding from her let him know she was ready. 
No advance climax this time. No goody to prepare her for the hard time. She 
would get the bad with the good. 

He pulled his palpitating tongue out of her frothing snatch, and the 
disengagement caused Hilda to go into a wild, screaming frenzy. He flung her 
back, his hands all but crushing her full, round swollen tits. Her hands 
covered his, pulling him with her, and he scrambled to climb onto her. Then 
her hands were on his head, pulling it down to hers, letting her tongue 
travel through his mouth and taste the lusciousness of her own cunt again 
and again. Hilda had known it would be wonderful, and with each passing 
second was enjoying herself more and more. Hers had always been a vivid 
imagination, and though she'd been true enough to her family to let no one 
touch her, she had, in the secret darkness of night in her own bedroom, 
touched herself and taught herself a fingering fulfillment. So she was no 
stranger to the wonders of sex, even if she was feeling hands other than her 
own on her body for the first time. 

Like Gary, Jerry, and Maxine, she was every bit the offspring of her 
parents. Contact with an outsider had never crossed her mind. 

Jerry, her brother, had become the true love of her life, though her desire 
for her father and brother Gary was also very strong. She knew her father 
and two brothers had a tremendous physical want for her. 

She'd caught all three staring at her at one time or another, and it had 
sent her juices pouring into her panties. But she didn't know how Jerry felt 
in other than a physical capacity. She was hoping and praying he loved her, 
if only a little. She didn't want to end up marrying outside the family. 

Right now she was concentrating on her father's attentions, grateful she had 
a father with so much consideration. As his tongue delved into her mouth, 
letting her taste her vaginal secretions for the first time in her young 
life, she clung tightly to his body, surrounding him with her arms and legs 
the way a spider clings to a fly. 

Ron reached down between them and grabbed his hot, throbbing dick. Hilda had 
been expecting it, but even so was surprised to feel the hot, tenseness of 
the throbbing pole. She reached down with her own hand, forcing her father's 
off the rigid rod, and thrilled as she surrounded the pulsing cylinder with 
her fingers. She squeezed lightly, and the undulating wand seemed to jump 
with a life of its own, containing an almost unreal strength for its size. 

Her father's mouth was in her ear, his tongue leaping in, wildly licking, 
and his hot lips whispering, "Go on, Hilda. Put it into you. That's what 
it's waiting for. Just slip it in." 

Pointing it directly toward the now-red, almost raw entrance to her cunt, 
Hilda anxiously began stuffing it into her with the hunger of a pouncing 
lioness gobbling her prey. She pushed and shoved, forcing the thick, 
throbbing pole between the tender, liquid tissues of her cunt tunnel. Her 
hungry labia enlarged to contain the meaty roll, then molded themselves 
tightly around the driving pale, sucking it in ever deeper. Her tight, 
straining interior stretched itself willingly to make way for this gigantic 
invading log, tunneling forward into the dark unknown of her womanly cunt. 
And then, suddenly, the driving stopped. The fleshy ramrod slammed against 
the solid blockage of what should have been a thin membrane. 

Ron realized the hymen was tougher than either that of Arlene or Maxine. It 
would take a bit of concentrated power to break through. He was going to 
cause his baby a bit more pain than he'd anticipated. Drawing back his ass, 
he brought the wedge of the battering ram back to the entrance of her 
womanly cave. Then he slammed forward, powering hard against the membraneous 
tissue. Hilda yelped, feeling pain for the first time as the resilient wall 
of her maidenhead refused to yield. 

Ron withdrew again, this time moving forward more slowly, more deliberately, 
feeling the dome of his ram press against the firm tissue. He continued 
pushing and pushing and pushing, but the cherry refused to even dent. 

"Sorry, baby," Ron muttered, then drew his hips back again and slammed 
forward hard. 

"Daddy," Hilda shrieked, in terrible pain, now. 

But Ron ignored her pleas. He pulled back again and powered forward, 
slamming hard, butting against the membrane again and again and again and 
again. 

"Maaaaa," Hilda cried, screaming with agony at the thundering, hard pain 
continually stabbing into her relentlessly, without mercy. But Arlene knew 
Ron was doing all he could. She didn't dare interfere at this point. 

In spite of the solid, slamming pressure of the gigantic, mucous-coated log, 
the so-called fragile hymen remained secure. Pain prevented Hilda from 
properly responding and slamming her thighs high and hard against her 
father's driving hips, helping to put an end to the cause of her pain once 
and for all. Her body was coated with perspiration, and she was breathing 
heavily, as if there were a fire in her chest. Ron continued bearing down on 
his daughter, ramming the heavy spear of his powerful cock into her again 
and again, straining to achieve greater depth and eventually pierce her 
virginal obstruction. She was so sensitive at this point, she could even 
feel her father's balls battering against her perineum like two stone 
counterweights. 

And then Hilda felt even more pain as her father's knifing prick seemed to 
sink into her a bit deeper. Her cherry was beginning to stretch. And its 
elasticity was causing her all the more anguish. It was so strong, ripping 
and stabbing at her intestines, she thought her belly would be torn open. 
Even so, the charging cock continued its unrelenting attack, rubbing her 
vaginal walls, especially the upper one, and now a strong mixture of 
pleasure was being added to the pain. At first it was barely noticeable, but 
with the passing seconds the thrilling ecstasy began building until it was 
almost as great as the agony. 

Now a hidden urging, deep within her, caused Hilda to work her pubis against 
that of her father's. This, in turn, moved Ron to greater efforts. The rest 
of the family could see the muscles in his backside ripple with the strength 
needed to drive his loins forward, causing his domed ram to slam deeper and 
deeper into his daughter. Each stab stretched the barrier a bit more, 
weakening it. Father and daughter worked together, and suddenly, with a 
final, joint driving effort, each against the other, the mighty truncheon 
pierced the obstruction, smashing it to fleshy bits as Hilda screamed, 
"Eeaaahhh!" Her face was a drawn, chalky thing, lined with pain, and tears 
involuntarily fell onto her cheeks in mourning for her lost cherry. 

The mighty, thrusting hard-on filled the balance of her vaginal hallway like 
a gigantic cork stuffing itself into a bottleneck, forcing the tender walls 
of her soft cunt to widen as it wedged itself deeper and deeper. Hilda 
thought a steam-powered locomotive was thundering through the tunnel of her 
smoking pussy, traveling so fast it would eventually end up lodged in her 
throat. 

The sides of her hotbox continued enlarging, making space for the huge, 
solid cock savagely goring its way into her vitals. Hilda had regained 
complete control of herself, and now she began forcing her cunt muscles to 
tighten around her father's obtruding cock, squeezing it in the fuming 
depths of her narrow, youthful box, determined to wreak vengeance on it for 
the untold agonies it had caused her. Her hips were now bouncing up and down 
on the bed wildly, causing bedsprings that had always been silent to now 
squeak in protest. Her butt dug deeply into the foam rubber mattress, then 
slammed up to meet her father's down-rushing pelvis, giving every bit as 
good as she was getting. 

Their torsos slammed against one another with vehement force, stomach 
crashing against perspiration-slick stomach, each pounding away at the other 
as if the other were an enemy. Hilda discovered the pain was fading further 
and further into the background as her physical pleasure became greater and 
greater. Having already achieved minor orgasms with her own fingers, she 
knew her father would have no trouble bringing her to a really big 
culmination, and she was anticipating it; looking forward to it eagerly, 
breathlessly. The plunging shaft had its path now oiled in a mixture of 
their blended oils plus her virginal blood, and it was riding smoothly along 
inside her. 

"Daddy, I can . . . uhhh . . . feel it," she was whispering. "I can really 
feel it. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, hard. Fu-u-u-u-u-ck me-e-e!" 

Her orgasm came upon her instantly, completely engulfing her, thrilling her 
from her plugged cunt, outward. Her father's last fraction of hard cock went 
steaming into her. 

"Here I come, baby," Ron gasped, and as he slammed his meat in one more 
time, he released a thick, heavy, outpouring stream of stringy white glue. 
It rumbled into Hilda's gut, filling her so totally she didn't believe she 
had so much space inside her. 

"More," she begged, bouncing, her thighs circling his waist, refusing to let 
him loose. "Fuck me more. I want more." 

"I can't," he gasped, falling on top of her. 

Her orgasm had been a fantastic thing. It had so squeezed his cock, every 
little drop of hot juice had been drained from him, and now all he could do 
was lay there, on top of Hilda, panting, out of breath, feeling his prong 
shrivel to nothingness and fall out of her. 

Rolling over, Ron literally fell on the floor and simply lay there. From 
where he lay he could see Gary was already pronging Arlene while Maxine 
stood over him so he could lick her pussy. Only Jerry hadn't joined in the 
festivities, and now, when Ron had flopped onto the floor, Jerry removed his 
own clothing and jumped on Hilda, ramming his rock-hard dong up into her. 

"Oh Jerry," Hilda gasped, as her older brother mounted her. "I love you, I 
really love you." 

Unerringly the older brother's cock found its way into his sister's yearning 
pussy. It slid right in, covered with lubricant, blood, and his father's 
semen. Had the friction not been so strongly reduced, he would have shot a 
stream instantly. He was hot for his baby sister, no doubt about it. He'd 
never realized it until now. His father's forbidding him to even think of 
her in this context had blanked her out of his mind until this very moment. 
And now that he was in her, he found her fiery cunt to be the most 
thrilling, wonderful hole he'd ever felt. 

Jerry pounded away, slamming his meat as deep into her as he could. It would 
never be as thick as his father's, but in the past few years it had added 
two inches in length and was now quite long. In again, out again, the 
thundering prick reamed through his sister's vaginal hole as if it had 
always belonged there. 

Arlene, who had already come and had taken a load of Gary's sperm inside 
her, was now on her feet, standing by the bed, watching her older son screw 
her younger daughter. It excited her as much to watch her own children fuck 
as it turned her off watching anyone not of the family. 

Hilda, seeing her mother's eyes on her, felt another climax well up inside 
her, and she screamed, twining her thighs around Jerry's body, spasming 
wildly as she bucked herself against him, coming wildly. Her orgasmic 
reactions caused Jerry to explode, and the heat of his seed sent Hilda into 
wild ecstacies. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The Kress Family was now complete. Three different cocks now filled three 
different cunts, mouths, and assholes. Just as each cock felt and tasted 
different to each of the women, so did each cunt surround each man 
differently, feeling different to each of the men. And each of the pussies 
had a different taste, so the men could have told the women apart 
blindfolded, just by tasting them. 

Each had a preference. Ron and Arlene still clung to one another. Gary and 
Maxine preferred pairing off, and Jerry and Hilda swung together most of the 
time. But they changed off every now and again, and did it without asking 
permission. It was nice to know, no matter how much you loved the cunt to 
whom you were paired, you could always go to one of two other cunts, if only 
for variety. If one of the women had her period, the other two more than 
made up for her. The Kress Family was unquestionably the happiest little 
group on Middle Island. 

Gary's fondest memory was of the time his father and brother went away on a 
fishing trip and he was home alone with his mother and two sisters. Taking 
sex for granted with the three women, Gary didn't think about any kind of 
orgy. He'd figured if he felt like it, he'd go to Hilda. Assuming she were 
willing, he'd ball her. If not, he could always either go to Maxine or mom. 

But that night, about two hours after supper, Gary's mother came into the 
bedroom he now shared with Maxine. Arlene was in the all-together, so Gary 
knew mom wanted to play. Well, he was feeling up to it, so why not! His 
mother sat on the bed where he was resting and leaned over, letting her full 
boobs brush his lips. He automatically opened his mouth and sucked their 
pinkness in, one at a time, feeling them enlarge like long pieces of candy. 
His cock was already beginning to ascend, and as his mother continued 
rubbing her body against his face, he was able to look down at her slightly 
rounded belly, and then at the light blonde thatch of tangled curls between 
her thighs. It was plain from the way the older woman was moving her body 
against his she was in a highly aroused state. 

Now his mother sat on his body, rubbing her furry beaver back and forth 
against his pelvis. Gary continued squeezing her full nipples, looking like 
mountains of whipped cream topped by a pink cherry, said cherry surrounded 
by a light splash of pinkness. The large tits were soft and pliable, and 
soon Gary was burying his face between them, pressing both against his 
cheeks. His tongue licked out and tasted her heated flesh. His mother 
pressed her large boobs more closely together, letting him stuff his mouth 
with both nipples at once, while his teeth bit into the soft surrounding 
flesh. He could hear her moan as his tongue licked across the two reddened 
nubs, making them even redder and harder. 

Releasing her left breast, he began stuffing as much of the right tit into 
his mouth as he could, and while he was sucking, he felt a movement come 
from somewhere else. His eyes glanced down and saw his two naked sisters 
come into the room, as nude as his mother and himself. 

The two sisters settled themselves between Gary's thighs, and began kissing 
each other around his balls. Maxine took his left ball into her mouth and 
Hilda began sucking on his right testicle, their lips touching each other as 
they sucked. Their tongues swirled jointly over the wrinkled scrotum, 
carefully rubbing the two sensitive nuts, each sucking carefully, making 
Gary hotter by the second. He made sure to spread his thighs as wide apart 
as he could, giving the two all the room they needed. 

His cock stood straight up and wriggled around like a wild, empty fire hose, 
thrashing left and right, slapping each girl on her forehead, but in no way 
deterring either from what she was doing. His entire body was a taut, rigid 
shell, straining with ecstatic passion under the triple adoring. He sucked 
all the harder on Arlene's almost mammoth boobs, squeezing them with his 
fingers to better hold the nipple in his mouth. 

He began lightly biting the nipples, and the sensation only served to make 
them grow even larger. 

Arlene was beside herself with passion. She was grateful Gary was home. She 
didn't know what she would have done otherwise. Every sensation seemed 
enhanced. Her period had ended only a day earlier, and she felt burning with 
the need for cock. Every little bit tingled through her nipples, traveling 
through her tits to the rest of her body, eventually reaching into her 
burning twat. She was already having a multiplicity of small orgasms just 
from having her nipples chewed and sucked. The sensation of her son's mouth 
was driving her out of her mind. Thank God he was home. 

As if reading his mother's mind, Gary stopped sucking her luscious boobs and 
began sliding her body higher as his tongue licked its way across the hard, 
flat expanse of white, solid flesh. Her tummy, rounded with the passage of 
time, was now pressed against his lips, and his tongue wildly licked in and 
out of her navel, sending furry static charging through her squirming body. 
She was feeling wilder and wilder, and Gary, like Ron, had become attuned to 
her, and understood her littlest movement. 

Her quivering cunt came into view, hovering over his face, and he felt as if 
he were staring into the deep warm nesting place where he had once rested 
for nine months. But it was more than an interior to rest. It was so 
wonderfully constructed, it made him think he was staring into a fucking 
machine. Its deep, vast, pink hollowness, made of delicate, wispy tissues of 
soft membrane, all spiraled out toward the inner labia, which in turn led to 
the swollen outer lips, between which, at the top, hovered the pink bead of 
a highly oversensitive clitoris, the nub of his mother's sensation. And the 
tiny little clit seemed to quiver and swell, as if receiving signals from 
the soft membranes within. Around the luscious cunt, like a ring of wheat, 
the pubic hair waved like chaff in a breeze. 

Delicious mother, he thought, driving his tongue deep into her weeping 
pussy. The sweet fire of her lubricant burned his tongue as it coated his 
mouth, and he lifted his head slightly, as if trying to re-enter that 
interior from which he had emerged so many years ago. 

Another tingling began to reach him as he realized his sisters had abandoned 
his balls. Each was using her tongue, licking up one side of his heavy, 
thick prick. They seemed to move in unison, with Maxine's tongue running up 
the left side from the hairy base to the knobby top, while Hilda's flicking 
tongue ran down the right side, dragging some syrup he'd emitted from the 
tiny hole in his lavender tip, down the pink shaft to its root. The double 
tongue-action was driving him wild, and he kept pumping his hips up into the 
air, as if fucking an imaginary cunt while the two mouths continued their 
slow, teasing, crazy oral action. 

Gary, being driven to greater heights of ecstasy with each passing second, 
thrust his tongue ever deeper into his mother's flaming snatch, twirling it 
around inside, making her move up, down, and back and forth, literally 
fucking herself on the stiffness of his tongue. He licked all around, 
touching each wall in turn, then sliding his oral member out to lap at the 
nubbin of her trembling, oscillating clitoris. 

Gary was very sensitive to the mouths of his sisters. He knew it was Maxine 
whose lips now encircled the top of his trembling dork while Hilda's hungry 
mouth had returned to his balls, popping both in her mouth at the same time, 
running her tongue lightly over the jewel-sac. Between the two girls he was 
climbing to the stars. Maxine, his beloved, adorable Maxine, had stuffed her 
mouth with his fat cock, in her own inimitable way taking it deep into her 
throat, crushing its lavender head with her esophagus. 

Each of the three women had her own style of blowing. Arlene could take the 
entire penis into her mouth, moving it from side to side but never actually 
letting it go down her throat. Hilda had a shallower mouth than either her 
mother or her sister, and while sucking on most of the cock, would let her 
tongue flatten against the underside and rub strongly. Whatever part of the 
cock not touched by her lips or tongue would be massaged by her fist, while 
her other hand gently squeezed the balls to increase the wild, inner 
sensations. But Maxine was the best fellatrice of the three. She could take 
a cock into her belly through her throat, if it were long enough. She had 
mastered the sword swallower's technique of completely relaxing her throat 
muscles, and her esophagus could surround as much of a cock as could fit 
into it, slowly applying pressure to it until the fellatee thought he'd 
explode through his cock. 

Now Maxine was applying her expertise, swallowing all of Gary's long, fat 
cock. Maxine loved Gary's prick because it was so immensely thick. It 
completely filled her throat, touching every bit of space, completely 
clogging her gullet. Her saliva came pouring out of her mouth, running down 
Gary's hairy pelvis, making his curly mat even wetter than it was. Her 
tongue was touching part of his balls, licking Hilda's tongue, enhancing the 
feelings for her sister as well as her brother. 

Now her head began slowly sliding up, and Gary could feel his solid length 
sliding from her throat into her mouth, and then her lips were surrounding 
his flanged head. Paradise, pure paradise! Down her mouth slithered, her 
tight lips dragging around the rigid flesh pole, her tongue slurping against 
the skin-its tip rubbing sensitive nerves. Now the wedge-shaped head drove 
once again into Maxine's throat. Her gullet got a firm grip on the spongy 
dome and proceeded to apply pressure, squeezing hard as she forced it to go 
further and further inside. 

Hilda, meanwhile, was lapping wildly with her own tongue, sucking his balls, 
nibbling at his perineum, and then letting her tongue slither into his 
asscrack until it touched the tingling asshole. It made Gary bounce, and 
thus shove another inch of heavy cock down Maxine's lascivious throat. 

Arlene had her thighs tightly closed around her son's face, feeling his 
clean-shaven cheeks rubbing her inner loins as his tongue continued washing 
out her fuming pussy. She rode hard and heavy, wildly bouncing, feeling his 
nose press into the hairs of her pelvis and tickle her. 

Gary reached up with both hands and began squeezing his mother's large, 
pendulous boobs. His fingers found her hot nipples and began to pressure 
them. He heard Arlene gasp, and so pressed even harder, feeling her hands 
grab his head and literally shove his face deeper into her frothing box. 

His tongue lanced into her like a starving man going for a tidbit at the 
bottom of an open jar. He gobbled in her entire clitoris, sucking madly, 
feeling her juices dribble down his chin as he all but chewed the nutlike 
extension off. More love sap dripped onto his face, and he drank, greedily, 
thirstily, draining all Arlene had to offer. He knew she was already having 
a series of climaxes. His mother was hotter than the proverbial two dollar 
pistol, and had orgasms the way most other women took breaths. He was amazed 
a woman her age, now about thirty-five, could have such fantastic vitality. 
Neither of his sisters, good as they were, could begin to match Arlene in 
stamina. 

Too, his mother's shape was still terrific, all things considered. But for 
the slight roundness of her belly, all her other curves were in the right 
places and properly distributed. She had wide hips, a narrow waistline, 
large, round boobs, a delectably convex pair of cuntlips, slender thighs, 
full calves, and tiny ankles. And the taste and aroma of her cunt was beyond 
compare. True, he loved Maxine, and therefore privately admitted he'd rather 
fuck or eat his older sister. But his mother's cunt did have an incomparable 
taste, and no motter how much he loved Maxine, his mother had been the first 
one to teach him everything. He was seventeen now, and for the past five 
years had discovered how to enjoy every inch of his mother's flesh. No 
matter how much he adored Maxine, he would never stop loving to gobble his 
mother's sweet snatch. He licked, sucked, and chewed with ever-mounting 
vigor. 

And then Maxine's lovely mouth was getting to him. He could feel his gism 
beginning to boil inside him, and he knew it would only be a matter of 
seconds before he pumped a gallon down his loving sister's throat. The sperm 
was rising higher, and it was only a matter of seconds before the goo came 
firing into Maxine. It rose higher and higher, and then he felt it erupt 
wildly from the tip of his cock just as Maxine had the full length of it 
crammed to its utmost in her masticating throat. The full force of the 
ejaculation thudded into the back of her throat, and he could feel her 
throat actually hum, thrilling to the heated liquid thundering into her 
belly. The humming made his cock vibrate all the more, bringing out more and 
more of the fantastic cream, filling Maxine's esophagus again and again. 

In the meantime, Hilda, feeling the sperm jerking from his balls, sucked his 
marbles all the more, enhancing his own orgasm for him all the more, knowing 
how much he'd appreciate the feeling. She sucked his cojones hard, but not 
hard enough to hurt him. Maxine sucked so hard, even though he was soon 
empty, his cock shrunk only the least little bit. 

His redheaded, freckled sister pulled her mouth from his wand, and he felt 
Hilda's, narrow, hot mouth take over and begin the sucking all over again 
while her hand methodically squeezed his nuts, pressuring him into arousal 
all over again. Maxine was licking her way down his legs to his toes while 
Hilda continued sucking his dong. 

And then it was Arlene's turn to have a wild orgasm. She screamed, pushed 
Gary's face deeper into her burning pit, and began splashing acid-like 
lubrication into his face again and again as she pinnacled, writhing, 
bouncing and bucking the entire time. One jet followed another, washing his 
face again and again, splashing too heavily to let him swallow it all. He 
drank as much as he could, but found Arlene just had too much oil. 

Eventually the spasming subsided, and his mother fell off and lay there, 
resting. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at Hilda whose mouth 
was wildly sucking his violet knob while her fist was pumping his pink 
stalk. She looked at him, and unable to smile because of the way her mouth 
was working, she winked. And he winked back. Her teeth carefully nuzzled the 
corona, rubbing it and pressuring it, knowing he would take a long time to 
shoot. 

Maxine had been sucking on his toes, but she released them and crawled up on 
the bed. She slid her head beneath Hilda's body, and from the way Hilda 
began squirming as she continued sucking his peter, he knew Maxine was 
lapping Hilda's flaming pussy. Hell, if anyone could do it right, it was 
Maxine. She had a natural talent for doing things with her mouth. And she 
could really open her mouth wide. Once, she had made her two brothers lie 
together with their crotches intertwined in such a way, their phalluses were 
literally one next to the other. She had pressed them even closer together 
with her hands, and then she had stuffed two cocks into her mouth at once. 
And she had done such an artful job of it, she'd made the two brothers shoot 
simultaneously. Not one drop of semen had escaped. She had swallowed the 
drippings of both brothers, and was able to distinguish the taste of one 
from the other even as their sperm intermingled in her gullet. 

Maxine was the ideal mate for Gary. Both knew it by now. In two more years, 
when he was nineteen and she was eighteen, they would ask their parents' 
permission to marry, just as Ron and Arlene had done. 

He stared at Hilda's face, watching his younger sister's eyes brighten with 
delight as Maxine's tongue began doing to her what he had only recently done 
to Arlene. He wondered if Maxine was better at pussy eating than he, but let 
the thought pass. He didn't really give a damn, since the one pussy he 
really enjoyed eating was the only one Maxine, herself, couldn't gobble; her 
own. 

Hilda's lips tightened around his corona, and now they slid further down, 
meeting the pumping fist on his hard prong. Her other hand continued 
squeezing his balls, enlarging the sensation inside him. He could see 
Maxine's hands, reaching underneath, grabbing Hilda's huge mammaries, her 
thumbs and forefingers rubbing the nipples almost indelicately. 

Hilda, her mouth still locked on Gary's thick truncheon, began writhing, 
turning and twisting, making noises in her throat even if she wasn't opening 
her mouth. Her hot, flowing love oil was dripping from Maxine's mouth onto 
the bed, and Maxine's throat seemed to bobble all the more as she sucked 
harder. He could determine Maxine now had Hilda's clit gripped between her 
lips and was grinding down on it, just as Hilda was compressing her own lips 
on his cock. The wild sensation made him want to jump, and had Hilda's mouth 
not been so securely locked on his heavy schvance, he would have been 
slamming his middle high in the air. 

Maxine's slurping noises grew louder, her tongue alternating between Hilda's 
rubbery clit and the deep, boiling chasm of her cunt. Her tongue was 
plunging to its full length inside Hilda's flaming box, snapping into the 
girl in strong, rhythmic plunges, and the timing was matched by the way 
Hilda's head bobbed up and down on his peter. 

Gary stared at Hilda's reaction to Maxine's oral attack. He noticed the way 
she jerked her loins, and when Maxine didn't have a hold on her sister's 
swollen boobs, the luscious, mountainous mammaries bounced and jounced all 
over his thighs as the girl shook and quaked. Her own belly was becoming 
spasmodic, set off by internal explosions within her raging innards. Hilda 
was coming, and she could no longer maintain her oral grip on Gary's 
up-thrust cock. Her legs squeezed tightly around Maxine's head and she 
yelled as she came, and then her thighs were flying in different directions 
at once. It was a hyper-climax added to the many little ones she'd been 
experiencing. Hilda went into wild paroxysms, her body convulsing as she 
slammed herself into the mattress between Gary's thighs again and again. 
Then, just as suddenly, she rolled off the bed, falling onto the floor, and 
Maxine, who had received no satisfaction, poised herself over Gary's cock, 
and suddenly sank straight down on it. It slid right up into her hot twat, 
filling her vagina to its innermost depth. And then she was also coming, 
squeezing her cunt lips and vaginal interior tightly around his in-thrust 
stalk, setting off clanging signals in his cock, making it expand until he, 
too, shot his second load. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

And so the years passed, with Gary and Maxine marrying, and not soon after, 
Jerry and Hilda doing the same. Maxine had given birth to Joseph ten months 
after her "legal" marriage to Gary. Hilda, who had been unusually large 
during her pregnancy, gave birth to the triplet girls eleven months after 
that, and then Maxine had borne one more son, Frederick, after which Jerry 
and Gary had vasectomies performed. 

The triplet girls, Sandra, Cassandra, and Allesandra, were no dummies. From 
the time they were eight years old they had an inkling of what was going on 
between their parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle. But they weren't 
certain until they were eleven and, along with most of the rest of the 
family, were forced to go to a movie while Cousin Joe stayed home with 
Grandma Arlene. 

The idea of sex was no novel thing to young Joe. He was growing up in an era 
when kids learned of such things in elementary school. He'd been taught all 
about sperms and eggs, and even knew how fertilization between animals took 
place. But he had also undergone a lot of things other kids outside the 
Kress Family hadn't. His genitals had been fondled, almost since birth, by 
his mother, his grandmother, and his aunt. It was so natural a thing to him, 
he wasn't the least bit surprised when he eventually discovered how 
interrelated his parents, grandparents, aunt, and uncle were. And though it 
never occurred to him he would start at such a relatively early age, he was 
more than slightly certain he'd get in on the "fun." So when his parents, 
grandfather, aunt, uncle, and cousins went to the movies, leaving him alone 
with Grandma Arlene, he became tremendously excited. Sure she was his 
grandmother, but she was no feeble old thing. He'd seen her naked body 
plenty of times since there was no shyness in the Kress Family. Hell, she 
looked good. She looked damn good. Her flesh was still more than pretty 
firm, and she had almost no wrinkles. Her tits were a little heavy, and they 
hung a bit more than Aunt Hilda's, but at fifty-one Grandma Arlene was not 
exactly a freshly-hatched chicken. Even so, what she knew about screwing 
would more than make up for her lack of youth. Hell, let's face it, Joe 
thought. Might as well get it from someone who knows all there is to know 
about it. 

There had been no reticence on his part when his grandmother suggested they 
strip down. Why waste time! In fact, she was amazed to actually see him take 
the initiative. 

"You're gorgeous," he told her. "I don't care if you're my grandmother or 
great-grandmother. You're terrific-looking, and I'm gonna fuck the ass offa 
you, 'cause that's why we're here." 

"I wouldn't have put it so crudely," she smiled, admiring his boyish body, 
still hairless around the pubis. 

"C'mon, grandma. Dirty words turn you on, just like they do me. Hell, from 
what I've seen, you've got the hottest cunt in this house. I can see it all 
wet and dripping. You're all sexed up, and we both know we wanta get laid. 
Geez, I may not know too much about how to do it, but I sure as hell wanta 
do it." 

His hard cock began leaping up and down, and Arlene noticed it was still 
small and thin, but it would soon grow nicely. It had little blue veins 
winding around its solid little shank, and the tip was as purple as anything 
her husband or sons sported. A glistening drop of ointment covered its 
blunted dome, making it glow and glimmer. 

"It's waitin' for you, grandma. You've been after it for a long time, now. 
Well, now y-got it. It's all yours. And I guess I wanna shove it in you, to 
crawl between those adorable thighs of yours and work the point of my prick 
all around beneath that gorgeous blonde hair. Heck, your hair is a lot 
lighter than mine. God, but I wanna getcha lyin' on your back with those 
legs wide open so I can bury my cock in you right up to the balls. Geez but 
I can't wait to feel what it's like to have my shmuck socked all the way up 
in your juicy quim. And then I wanna feel those calves of yours wrap 
themselves around me and pull me in even deeper." 

Joe stepped closer to his grandmother, seeing her breath quicken as he 
reached out and put both hands on her full tits. Oh God but they felt so 
fabulous. These were the first pair of tits he'd ever touched and they were 
terrific. They weighed a lot more than he'd imagined, and now he was 
surprised they'd managed to stand up as well as they had, considering their 
weight. He felt the hardening nipples grow in his palms, like two little 
cocks, and was surprised at how solid they felt. 

Arlene's hand automatically reached down and touched her grandson's 
throbbing pecker. She trembled slightly, it having been a long time since 
she'd had so young a boy. Her breath was caught in her throat and her mouth 
was cotton-dry. But her fingers instinctively tightened around the rigid 
staff of hardened flesh. The thrill of its pulsing youth made her tremble a 
little. She clutched at the throbbing member almost as if holding herself 
up, squeezing all the more tightly, and the boy thought, Gees! I ain't never 
been touched like this before. This is something great. Old grandma really 
knows what she's doin'. 

He lowered his head, and releasing her right breast, surrounded the aureole 
with his mouth, sucking hard on the erect nipple. 

"That's the way," she told him, using her free hand to support his head. 
"You're a natural, Joey. Keep sucking like that." 

The boy's mouth sucked strongly, his tongue running over the hardness of the 
nipple, causing one new thrill after another to fill Arlene's body. She had 
been wrong. She'd believed the thrill she'd originally felt with each of her 
sons was a reliving of the first time with Ron. It wasn't. Each was a new 
thrill, a new delight, a new wonder. Her being fucked by Jerry had been an 
entirely new and different pleasure for her being fucked by her 
husband/brother. And Gary's hot, hard dick was as delightful as Jerry's, but 
in an entirely different way. Yes, she liked the idea of more than one man, 
but it had to be the right men, and her sons had proven to be just right. 
And now her grandson was creating new excitement in her, because she knew it 
would be a matter of minutes before he would fuck the ass off her, and yes, 
she wanted it. Though she was in no way untrue to her husband/brother, it 
had that delicious thrill of forbiddenness about it. That was it! Each time, 
when she'd first fucked Ron, Jerry, and Gary, she had done something new 
that was forbidden. Now she would be screwing Joey, and because this too was 
a forbidden thing, she was enjoying it. And soon she'd be having young 
Fred's cock buried in her, creating one more thrill for her. Then she would 
have a day of humping with her brother, her sons, and her grandsons, fucking 
them, sucking them, and taking them in her ass. What wonder, what 
fabulousness, what glorious felicity. 

The mere thought made her knees weak, and she clung to the throbbing putz 
for more support. Together they fell onto the bed, and she was on her back 
beneath his slender, supple young body. His young chest was still smooth and 
hairless, just like his bare crotch. She had to admit it felt wonderful to 
feel his youthful form covering hers. He wanted her. Her grandson wanted her 
as much as she wanted him, and that was important. It meant her body was 
still desirable after all this time. Unconsciously she crushed the slim cock 
rod between her fingers, applying more pressure, making Joe feel even 
hotter. 

His mouth was still glued to her breast, sucking strongly on her distended 
nipple. He chewed and bit, and though it should have hurt her all it did was 
make her want him the more. 

Abruptly, he lifted his mouth from her nipple, and said, "Grandma, I want to 
lick you all over. I don't know why. I just have a funny feeling. Is it all 
right?" 

"You precious boy," she smiled, tousling his hair. "You go right ahead." 

"But.. . can I stick my dick into you, first? I mean, I really would like to 
know how it feels to bury my cock in a cunt." 

Her thighs parted wide, and he was nestling his pulsing prick against the 
wet hairs above her vulva, anxious to push it lower and let it sink into the 
shivering tunnel of her hot pussy. The purple-headed pupick slid lower in 
the slit between her fuming labia, rubbing the clit as it moved down, and 
then it was suddenly being sucked between two slick, blazing walls, creating 
a whirlwind sensation he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined could exist. 
In his little pecker went, sliding right up to his pelvis, letting his bare 
flesh rub against her hairy mound. 

"Oh God!" he murmured, clutching her tightly and kissing her. 

Her tongue parted his lips and sank into his mouth as neatly as his 
throbbing cock had buried itself in her seething snatch. He pressed his body 
into hers, and she knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came. 

"Geez," he muttered, pulling his mouth from hers, "Grandma, it feels so good 
in there. I never knew anything could feel so good. What a crazy feeling. 
And the cheeks of your ass pressing against my thighs feel so terrific. 
Grandma, you're terrific." 

And with her grandson's vellicating cock sliding powerfully and rigidly 
inside her flaming broiler, Arlene Kress was able to take command of the 
situation. Joey was, after all, just a young, twelve year old boy, and it 
was up to her to teach him everything. She was an experienced woman teaching 
her grandson how to properly behave when inside a woman. 

"You're a good boy, Joey," she murmured, and tightened her thighs around him 
to hold him more snugly in her lusting cunt. She could feel his tight young 
scrotum rubbing against her slot, and she only wished herself capable of 
gobbling them into her, as well. 

"Push," she told him, digging her heels into the mattress. "Push back and 
forth, let that young cock of yours move. It's the only way well be able to 
enjoy everything." 

"You bet, grandma," he smiled, and hurled his young spear deep into her 
questing box again, then yanked it back and slammed it into her once more, 
continually repeating the action. It was shorter and thinner than any cock 
she'd previously held, but his youthful exuberance was, in part, making up 
for his lack of size. He could ram it home all the way up her driving cunt, 
and still she couldn't feel the lavender head anywhere near the entrance to 
her womb. Even so, he managed to touch all four walls, and he was stoking 
his cock into her with hard regularity. 

Arlene thrust her pubis up, matching his downward plunges push for push, and 
when she enfolded him close to her, pressing his hairless chest against her 
full, heavy boobs, his tongue went looking for hers, hoping to twine itself 
around hers and even pull it out of her mouth. 

He could feel her wetness surrounding him tightly, sucking and nursing on 
his hot boner the way he had nursed on his mother's tits as a baby, and the 
way he had chewed on his grandma's nipples. The way her moisture sloshed 
around him, he wanted very much to take her pussy. Christ! If only it were 
possible to dip his mouth into that wondrous fuck-hole. 

He thought of his friends and smiled to himself. Not one of them had a 
grandmother like his. Not one of them had a grandma worth looking at, much 
less worth fucking. This beautiful blonde grandma was a regal queen. And he 
was shoving his youthful scepter into her royal fuck box. 

His tongue reached into her mouth, licking all her teeth, touching her gums, 
raking the roof of her mouth. He'd never kissed a woman on the mouth before, 
much less kissed one this way. What a fantastic experience. God! He wondered 
what it'd be like fucking his younger sisters this way. He was sure all had 
tighter cunts than grandma. Then he realized he couldn't fuck them yet. His 
grandpa had instructed him to leave them alone until he said they were 
ready. And with grandparents as good as the ones he had, young Joe wasn't 
about to disobey. 

Arlene was thoroughly engrossed in enjoying herself. It had been a long time 
since she'd felt so deliciously wicked, and the young boy was making 
everything worthwhile. His moving cock was a miniature ramrod, pounding into 
her pussy with delightful regularity, and he was holding off his orgasm a 
lot longer than she'd thought he could. His tongue dueled with hers, 
matching the rhythm of his lancing dong, thrilling to the way her surging 
snatch tightened around it each time he plunged in anew. 

Arlene bounced wildly under her grandson's moving form. She thrilled to the 
way he hammered his prong into her, bending low as if hoping to drive his 
spike in another quarter of an inch. 

Her strong thighs moved against him, thrashing violently, and then she wound 
them tightly around the young boy, tugging him deeper. Her heels rested on 
his round buns, thrilling her all the more as he spiked her again and again. 

Joey's prong became a driving plunger, shaking her to her belly with every 
slamming thrust. Her large tits shook each time his pelvis connected to 
hers, and she quivered with joy each time his scrotum slapped her perineum. 

"Holy cow," the boy began yelling. 

"What is it, darling?" she asked, grunting now as he rammed his meat ever 
deeper. 

"I'm coming," he told her. "I can feel it." 

She wasn't surprised he knew all about coming. He probably jerked off 
enough. In fact, she was certain her other grandson was also jerking off. 

He plowed his driving prick way up into her gobbling pussy, and she rotated 
her hot snatch around the pulsing peter as she felt it harden even more. And 
then he let go a heavy wad inside her blistering cunt, and she thrilled to 
the splash of the searing liquid into her. It poured into her soaking cunt, 
flooding it and filling the frothing twat in its entirety. 

"God," Arlene screamed, and gripping the boy tightly, rode his hard stick 
with machine gun rapidity, bringing on her own orgasm before the sweet young 
pecker could begin to flag. Thrilling sensations overpowered her as she 
vibrated again and again. And then she relaxed, smiling and saying, "Now we 
go on." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

By the time young Fred reached his twelfth birthday he was fairly panting. 
Joey had told him all that had happened with their grandma, and subsequently 
all that happened with their mom and their Aunt Hilda. He was probably the 
most well-versed twelve year old boy in the neighborhood when it came to 
sex. He knew everything except what it felt like. 

The triplets, Sandra, Cassandra, and Alessandra were older than Fred by a 
year, and they were jealous. Their own sexual sensations had been awakened, 
and late at night they even played with one another, masturbating each other 
to climaxes, though careful never to let anything penetrate their vaginas. 
They were warned they had to keep their pussies untouched until they were 
fifteen. Then, once Grandpa Ron popped their cherries, and they were on the 
Pill, they were not only free to fuck for all the other male members of 
their family, but could have their action on the outside, if they so wished. 
So it was no secret they felt left out of things when they had to go to the 
movies on Fred's twelfth birthday. Even with their mother, father, 
grandfather, aunt, uncle, and older cousin to keep them company, they still 
felt cheated. 

Fred was undressed the instant the rest of the family left, and he went 
running into his grandmother's room just in time to see her remove the last 
of her clothing. Hell, in his eyes she looked as good as any girl who posed 
in those magazines. 

Arlene had him sit on the bed, and she knelt between his thighs, fingering 
his penis, already long, hot and hard. It was longer than Joey's had been at 
his age, though still far from full-grown. 

Fred instinctively put his hands on her head, twining his fingers in her 
golden hair. His own hair was a light brown and he wished his hair could be 
the color of his grandmother's. What he didn't know was that she 
occasionally used a rinse to keep it the golden yellow it was. 

Her hand gripped his turgid meat and squeezed it, and a drop of lubricant 
appeared at the tip. It coated his reddish-purple prick point, making it 
beckon to her with its glistening. It was a lovely young cock, just right 
for sucking. 

Leaning forward, she licked the next drop from the poking hole in the head 
of his young cock. It was sticky and musky, and the fluid rolled around on 
her tongue before she swallowed it. Puckering her lips, she parted them and 
pushed the head of Fred's throbbing meat inside. 

"Gosh!" the young boy muttered, thrilling to the sensation of her licking 
tongue on the underside of his pulsing peter, and his hands automatically 
tightened in her hair. "That feels terrific. Can you keep on doing that?" 

Her head sank a little lower, swallowing more of the flaming poker while one 
hand caressed his nuts and another rubbed one of his asscheeks. Her tongue 
slithered around the ridged corona, then slid lower, and Arlene felt herself 
burning with excitement. It was wonderful to suck her grandson's cock this 
way. 

Now she sucked hard, pulling the rest of the throbbing log into her mouth, 
feeling the small head race to the back of her mouth where it lodged itself 
securely. Her lips tightened around the staff like the drawstrings on a silk 
purse, letting the heavy little prong slide back and forth through the 
circle they formed. Fred could feel the silkiness of her tongue as it 
pressed upward, forcing his cock head against the roof of her velvet mouth. 
In it went to the back again, but it wasn't quite long enough to touch the 
entrance to her throat. She was glad. She could bob her head strongly now 
and not worry she might accidentally gag on the boy's wonderful cock. She 
sucked lasciviously, feeling the heated staff throb repeatedly, but it 
wasn't ready to unburden itself of its delicious contents, yet. 

The way the boy was writhing made her feel good to know she could still have 
this effect on one so young. Her hand now cupped his heavy little balls and 
squeezed them gently, making him exclaim again as she moved her head up and 
down with regularity. 

He raised his thighs and had them both over her shoulders, letting her press 
closer, feeling her full breasts crush against the round buns of his ass. 
And one hand, the one not tenderly squeezing his balls, was pressing a 
forefinger against his asshole, making him squirm all the more. 

"Suck, Grandma, suck," the boy was yelling. "You look beautiful with your 
mouth stuffed with my cock. Oh wow! This is terrific." 

He was staring at her prick-filled face between his up-thrust thighs, and 
the sight made him tingle all over. He pushed his hot phallus in, matching 
the rhythm she'd set, unable to simply sit back and let her do all the work. 
The feeling was too enthralling. 

She chewed lustily on his pike, pressing the indigo head tightly between her 
tongue and palate. The more she worked on the sweet tasting cock, the more 
she wanted to taste that fiery gism. 

She had to breathe through her nose, what with the way her mouth was 
stuffed. She inhaled strongly, enjoying the fragrance of the youth. He was a 
delight to smell as well as taste. 

Her forefinger plunged deeply into his ass, making him wriggle as she 
plunged the finger in up to the third knuckle. She rotated it in his butt, 
making him twist and ram his hard cock up into her mouth again. She sucked 
strongly, savoring the heavy outflow of lubricating oil. 

"I'm gonna come," he yelled. "I'm gonna come. I can feel it." 

Fred grabbed his grandmother by the ears and rammed her head all the way 
down, until only his balls weren't inside, and even these felt the softness 
of her wandering tongue. He jumped up and down, feeling her finger ream his 
rectum, building wild thrills in him as the white cream began its journey up 
from the base of his plunging cock. 

Arlene felt the pressure on her tongue as it ran along the underside of his 
throbbing meat. And then the spongy head began swelling, and as she 
expected, the hot seed came exploding into her mouth, filling her throat 
with the cloroxlike cream. The delicious, clean hygienic flavor filled her 
mouth to overflowing because she couldn't swallow fast enough, what with the 
boy's prick still filling the central part of her mouth. 

He watched her throat bobble as she swallowed, and felt the tight pressure 
on his prick head as her throat contracted. The sensation was glorious. 
Fantastic thrills spurted from his blazing cock with every jet of bleached 
cream. His balls slammed against her chin time and again as she swallowed 
the heavy liquid while massaging the heavy little glans with her throat. She 
gulped faster now, her tongue licking out the sides of her mouth, catching 
any loose, seeping semen. 

"Mmmmm," she murmured, thrilling to the taste of his seminal fluid, licking 
it with her tongue now, snapping up little drops as they seeped out the 
head. 

Her constant licking and sucking kept the hard cock from shrinking, as she'd 
hoped, and once she was positive it was at full mast, she threw him back on 
the bed, and with his thighs still draped over her shoulders, sat on his 
throbbing putz, swallowing it into her hungry snatch. 

Almost instantly she shuddered in a strong eruption of sensation as she rode 
up and down his stiff pike, panting and gasping. She came violently, letting 
her lubricant squirt out all over his bare belly, clinging tightly to his 
upright prong as she bounced wildly. 

The tightness of the grip of her clinging cunt had an immediate effect on 
Fred, who found himself rising to another orgasm almost immediately. He 
began squirting his second load into his grandmother's crushing nest, 
thrilling as much to her labial kisses on his cock as he had to her oral 
ministrations. This was some grandma, all right. God was he lucky. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

In the next two years young Joe and his brother Fred joined in all the 
family orgies, though like their parents and grandparents they had occasion 
to be with other family members of the opposite sex in double combinations. 
Both especially enjoyed their Aunt Hilda, because Hilda had the biggest pair 
of tits, and not only could they be sucked, but quite often were squeezed 
together so one or the other of the two boys could run his prick between 
them. 

And then the triplets' fifteenth birthday arrived. That day the Kress Family 
had a gala celebration. It was agreed Ron would take on the three girls 
alone while everyone else waited in the family living room. 

The three girls were proud of their bodies, as they had a right to be. All 
three had boobs like their mother, large, bullet-shaped, and upstanding. 
They had dark blonde hair like Hilda, too. Facially they looked exactly 
alike with Hilda's short, slightly curved nose, though unlike their mother 
all three had full lips. All three were exactly five feet four inches tall, 
and each weighed precisely a hundred and eleven pounds. They had narrow 
hips, and unlike their mother they had long, slender legs. 

Naked, they entered their grandfather's bedroom, and the sight of them gave 
him an instant hard-on. They marveled at the length and thickness of his 
swinging cock, and all three knelt at one time in front of it to fondle it. 
It was fatter and heavier than they'd thought, and inwardly they shivered 
with delight at the prospect of such a magnificent weapon bursting their 
hymens. 

Ron wasn't quite the muscular man he'd been a few years earlier. He owned 
his own auto repair shop now, and he let his sons do most of the heavy work. 
His middle was thickening a bit, and he was developing a small pot in front. 
Even so, this was the first time the girls had ever been confronted with a 
totally naked male body, and he looked good enough for them. 

The girls had seen his body before, when he'd used it on Arlene or one of 
his daughters. Without Ron's knowledge, they had watched through holes 
drilled in the bedroom wall, just as the rest of the family was now watching 
them. They had seen all the different things their parents, grandparents, 
aunt and uncle had performed, and had even practiced a few things on one 
another, though always careful never to penetrate each other. 

So Ron was totally surprised when Sandra knelt between his thighs, coming up 
under him and taking his heavy balls in her mouth. And the touch of his 
wrinkled sac on her lips and tongue so aroused the girl, she had to be 
careful not to suck too hard. Cassandra immediately leaned forward and took 
the heavy purple tip of his leaking phallus between her lips, ovaling them 
to fit around the thick wand, and letting her tongue wander to where the 
coronal ridge connected to the rest of her grandfather's fleshy extension on 
the underside. 

Alessandra moved behind her grandfather and pressed her face between his 
flat buttocks, letting her tongue reach between them. He could feel the 
electricity of her tongue as it touched his asshole. Had he been younger, he 
would have kept it up with them, but he wasn't the bull he used to be. He 
knew he had to make this one erection last for all three. Not that he 
wouldn't raise another one within an hour or two, but that would interrupt 
the fun. 

Grabbing each of the three girls by their long, dark blonde tresses, he 
said, "I'd love the idea of foreplay, girls, but if I shoot in your mouths, 
I won't have anything left to stick in your lovely cunts. So let's do this 
my way, huh." 

"Sure, grandpa," Sandy agreed. "What d'you want us to do?" 

"I want the three of you stretched out, side by side on the bed, with your 
legs wide apart," he told them. 

The trio hastened to obey. He stood over them, staring down at three 
beautiful pink gashes, all tightly pressed together but for the least little 
bit of color showing where their labia met. Surrounding each lovely nest was 
a ring of dark gold fur, and drops of liquid were already seeping from the 
luscious split between the pussylips and seeping into their hair. 

Cassie was all the way on the left, and Ron decided to begin with her. He 
kneeled between her full, strong, youthful thighs and pressed his face to 
her sopping slot. His tongue licked out and parted the winglike flaps of her 
outer pussylips, licking through and causing more of her tasty oil to flow. 
All this he greedily drank, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper between 
her inner cunt labia, feeling the hot, pink flesh trying to grip his 
slippery oral extension. When he felt she was well-greased, he removed his 
tongue and pounced on her, forcing her thighs even wider. Her cunt, like 
that of her two sisters, resembled that of their mother in its narrowness. 
He had to really stretch her thigh muscles to get them wide enough apart, 
and then he managed to fit the tip of his heavy prong into the tiny opening 
of her virginal vagina. 

"Put your heels on the bed," he told her, "and when I shove, you shove. 
We'll do it as fast as we can. This way we'll get the pain over with as 
quickly as possible, and the rest will be pure enjoyment." 

"Sure, grandpa," she replied, shivering a little, slightly afraid, knowing 
some pain was coming. "Whatever you say." 

"Now," he yelled, and shoved, and the girl responded by pressing her heels 
into the mattress and raising her bottom. 

His cock slowly wormed its way in, pressing all the time. It pushed, 
spreading her inner walls wide, forcing her tight, unused fuck-hole to 
accept his penetrator. The girl's lips were pulled back in pain, and she 
gnashed her teeth together in an effort not to scream. Slowly but steadily 
the powerful prod pushed its way into her. When it encountered her elastic 
hymen it just kept on going, and when the girl screamed, "GRANDPA . . . " he 
ignored her yell and kept on pushing, feeling the membraneous barrier tear 
and rip as he forced his cock to push in the rest of the way. 

Her tightness was getting to him. It had been such a long time since he'd 
penetrated a virgin cunt, he'd forgotten just how strong the vaginal walls 
could really grip. He knew he'd shoot in a matter of seconds, and so 
instantly pulled out. 

"Joey," he yelled, and his older grandson came into the room, asking, "What 
is it, grandpa?" 

"Make your cousin feel good," he ordered, pointing to Cassie. "I've given 
her the worst of it. Now you stick your prick in and finish her properly." 

It took Joey less than thirty seconds to undress and jump on Cassie, ramming 
his thinner, shorter prick into her weeping pussy. Compared to her 
grandfather's mighty cock, Joey's was almost a welcome relief, and Cassie 
wept cheerfully as she felt his putz slide right in, oiled by the combined 
fluids of her grandfather and herself, mixed with her virginal blood, plus 
Joey's own seeping pre-seminal concoction. His piston began sliding back and 
forth in the tightness of her squeezing sheath, and even Joey had never 
dreamed a cunt could feel this good. He'd fooled around with a few girls in 
school, but most of them hadn't been virgin when he'd gotten into them, so 
he hadn't really realized how tight a cunt could really be. He plowed almost 
stiffly into her interior, feeling his slender cock feel some slight 
resistance because of her tightness. 

The girl, proving how much she welcomed the relieving slenderness of his 
cock, wrapped her thighs around his body and clung tightly to him, 
whispering, "Fuck me, Joey, fuck me hard." 

And the youth complied, ramming into her with all the steam he had. God, but 
she felt fantastic. 

Meanwhile, Ron had been mouthing Sandra, licking her slippery split until 
it, too, was oil-soaked and ready for intromission. 

He found absolutely no difference in her exterior from that of her triplet 
sister, and it wasn't until he began pushing his thick prong into her that 
he realized she was even tighter than Cassie. He pushed, and she shoved, and 
tears were rolling down her cheeks as she went through all-but-unendurable 
pain. When he came to the hymeneal barrier, he found it hard and tough, as 
he'd remembered Hilda's, so many years before. He pulled back and slammed 
forward, then retreated and attacked, retreated and attacked, and felt the 
resisting membrane slowly beginning to yield. In he thrust again, realizing 
the tightness of her lush cunt was having its effect on him. He couldn't 
keep it up much longer. 

Sliding his arms under her thighs, he raised them higher and then rammed his 
thick cock in as far as it would go. He felt the cherry suddenly rip apart 
as the poor girl let out a horrendous yell. 

"Freddy," he called to his other grandson, and the boy willingly came in. 

He dropped his pants, and without taking off his shirt, took his 
grandfather's place, ramming his younger tool up to the hilt in Sandy's 
stretched, tortured pussy. He shoved it back and forth with fantastic 
rapidity, and even before Joey could bring Cassie to fulfillment, Sandy was 
squeezing her cuntwalls around his reaming cock, orgasming not once, but six 
quick times in a hurry. And the pressure was so hard, Fred found he was 
completely out of control, and suddenly fired a hot, heavy load into his 
cousin. The resultant blast caused Sandy to have one more strong, 
overpowering climax, making her body thrash wildly on the bed. -The sight of 
her sister enjoying a total orgasm made Cassie suddenly reach into herself 
and bring out the culmination hidden just below her orgasmic surface. She 
began spasming in one quick come after another, her body heaving insanely 
and clutching her cousin's firm, strong torso, as well. His thundering cock 
still jerking back and forth in her tight, narrow confines, moving more and 
more rapidly, caused the climaxes to increase, and the space between them to 
narrow, until it seemed she had one long, overpowering, complete, total 
orgasm shooting through her entire nervous system. 

Her reactions caused Joey to shut his eyes and pump even harder, until he 
thought his swollen cock would explode in the tightness of his cousin's 
lusting cunt. He fucked hard and fast, and then suddenly felt an 
unbelievable, overpowering shooting sensation erupt from his balls into his 
throbbing prick, spewing his hot contents deep into his cousin's lascivious 
womb. He kept on fucking, refusing to let his young, exuberant cock shrivel. 
He just kept pumping it into her, working it around so it would maintain its 
rocklike stiffness. He kept thudding into her, feeling her lips pressed 
against his ear, whispering, "Fuck me, Joey. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and 
don't stop fucking. I want to feel that cock of yours tear my belly out." 

And fuck her he did, keeping up a wild, constant rhythm, totally unaware his 
brother was already completely fucked out. 

Fred just lay there, on top of a satisfied, but far-from-satiated Sandy, who 
was just managing to slide out from under him. He slid to the floor, and now 
she lay there, her thighs wide open, and suddenly she saw her uncle Jerry 
looming over her, and his longer, thicker cock was sliding into her 
tightness, taking Fred's place, and feeling oh so good. 

Alessandra, meanwhile, terrified by the screaming of her two sisters as 
their hymens ruptured, was unable to get wet enough to satisfy Ron. He was 
lustily licking his tongue deep into her humid, but far from soaking tunnel. 
He knew he couldn't just ram his hard, thick cock into an unlubricated hole. 
It would really tear out the guts of the poor girl. 

Then she turned her head and watched as first Sandra, and then Cassandra, 
both began having wild orgasms. When she saw her uncle come charging into 
the room and jump on her sister, and all Sandy did was squeal with pleasure. 
She saw her uncle fuck hard, and watched as Sandy bucked up against his 
flailing hips, thrilling to the sensation of the man's ramming cock. She 
heard both sisters saying, "Fuck me, fuck me." 

Little by little her terror began dissipating, and slowly she began 
lubricating. The oil was thin and lightly lubricious, and as she opened her 
mind to her grandfather's working tongue, the ointment began flowing more 
heavily. Soon it was pouring heavily out of her. Her two sisters, no longer 
able to continue fucking, were on their feet, standing around the bed, 
looking down at her, urging her to let herself go. The pain would only be 
momentary, and the pleasure afterward far exceeded any anguish. It would be 
well worth it. 

Sandy grabbed Alessandra's right leg while Cassie took her left leg. The two 
girls forced her thighs wide, then held her while their grandfather mounted 
her. Cassie used her free hand to guide Ron's lamp-postlike prick to her 
sister's dewy hole, then Sandra pushed a finger into Ron's ass, forcing him 
to ram forward hard and fast. Alessandra, who had anticipated yelling and 
screaming as long and as loud as both her sisters, felt the gigantic log 
rush forward and split her cherry as if it were a thin bit of tissue paper, 
steaming all the way into her until grandpa Ron was buried to the hilt. 

Ron began powering his cock back and forth into the third triplet, feeling 
that same wonderful sensation overpower him again. Only this time he wasn't 
going to let anyone finish up for him. With Sandy's finger still in his ass, 
and Cassie holding his balls, he went ramming into Alessandra until he felt 
her squeeze her thighs around him and scream, but not from pain. Her yell 
was one of pure pleasure as she came and came again, having her ultimate 
blastoff as Grandpa shot his heavy wad deep into her broiling depths. 

And then the rest of the family came into the bedroom, all jaybird-naked, 
and with Gary fucking Arlene, his mother, and Jerry raising another hard-on 
and sticking it into Hilda, Fred pumped Cassie while his mother straddled 
his face and he ate her. Maxine thrilled to the tingling feel of her son's 
reaming tongue. 

Gary was now fucking Alessandra, while Ron was back into Sandy, hearing her 
say, "Grandpa, you are the greatest." 


THE END
