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Stepmother's Lover

She felt the sudden change in tempo as Ted shortened his strokes and jabbed the head of his cock against her womb with jarring plunges, his body trembling with the nearness of his own orgasm.

"Yes!" Joyce panted, screwing her cunt about the swelling length of his shaft. "Give it to me! Give me that come!"

The huge cock plunged into her belly and the heavy balls rolled against her wriggling ass. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations as her pussy exploded in response to the spurting semen that washed against her spasming womb in hot volleys that she could feel all the way to the heels that hammered her nephews clenching buttocks.

Grunting, Ted tugged his spent cock from the foaming lips of the torrid cunt. He rolled off and onto his side, looking across at the man who had climbed to his feet, still pumping the engorged prick that poked outward from his trembling crotch.

"Don't be bashful, Uncle Ralph," he called in a breathless voice. "Hell! She's your wife. Get it off in her snatch!"

The man shuffled forward, staring at the dripping jaws of the cream-filled cunt, and Joyce widened the angle of her thighs in invitation. Ralph placed one knee on the bed, and Joyce eased a shapely leg over to draw him closer, pressing her calf against his thigh until he was kneeling over her, his cock aimed for that juicy crevice in the semen-flecked curls.

With a hoarse cry, he collapsed atop his wife's body, fingers still curled about the jutting prick that was trapped between their bellies as it pumped its load of ropey sperm onto her heaving stomach, the cream spreading as Joyce shook her hips beneath him to friction her flesh against the exploding cock.

"You see," came Ted's sarcastic reminder. "All you needed was a little push in the right direction. I think you'll both learn to enjoy this."

Ignoring the youth, Ralph pushed himself up to whisper, "I'm sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! Honest to God! I couldn't help it!"

Joyce patted the man's cheek. "Of course, you couldn't. I understand."

"Sure she does," Ted added. "And she hopes you understand why she popped her cookies when I stuck my dick in her."

Ralph climbed to his feet his cock still semi-erect and dripping. "Can we go back to our room?" he asked weakly.

"Not yet," was the soft answer. "Just make yourself comfortable over there." To Joyce, he said, "Pull your legs up and spread your knees."

Frowning, the woman obeyed, gripping both legs with her hands to hold them in the designated position. She stared in wonder as Ted moved down to kneel below her elevated hips.

He reached down and rubbed two fingers through the puddle of semen Ralph had spilled onto her belly. Joyce suppressed a sharp gasp when Ted carried the spunk-coated digits down to the splayed cleft of her ass, and began rubbing the slippery juice over her tiny anus.

Her elevated hips jerked when one of the fingers slipped inside the tight circle, squirming in a grinding spiral that widened the brown opening and massaged the delicate membranes beyond the sphincteral lips.

She gave a choked cry when he forced the second finger into her asshole, twisting the intruding stiffness to loosen the clenching anus. Her husband leaned forward, his face anxious.

"You're not going to put it in there!" It was a declaration, rather than a question. "She would never let me do that. She's too tight."

Ted gave a chuckle, jamming the fingers deeper and wiggling them. "She won't be tight when I get through with her," he exclaimed. He looked down into Joyce's contorted face. "Shame on you! Refusing to give your husband a piece of that hot ass!"

Satisfied that the orifice was ready, he tugged his fingers from the juicy circle, and leaned over her belly, sliding the head of his cock through the creamy residue of Ralph's come. Then, without haste, he steered the big prick until the knob touched her tingling asshole.

"Noooooo!" she moaned, shaking her hips as the pressure increased. "Please, Ted! Don't make me take it like that!"

"Don't fight it, Aunt Joyce," he urged. "You know how to loosen that thing!"

Holding his prick centered in the quivering striation, he gave a forceful lunge of his powerful hips, shoving the woman's body upward in the bed before the meaty knob of his cock snapped past the sphincter and into her previously lubricated colon.

"UUUNNNGGGHHHH!"

The tortured scream blasted from behind tightly clenched teeth as Joyce felt the hot hardness fill her intestinal sleeve, expanding the anal ring to its capacity, and frictioning through it to stretch the tender corridor about its throbbing hulk.

"Oh, God!" she wailed, twisting her hips in a vain effort to lessen the intolerable filling. "You're killing me!"

"Ted!" Ralph pleaded, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of that big cock sliding up into his wife's straining tail.

"You're hurting her!"

His tool halfway toward its goal of complete hilting, Ted paused to glance back over his shoulder at the excited man whose own cock was beginning to swell again.

"All she has to do," he panted, "is relax her muscles. Just keep watching, Uncle Ralph. Once I get it all in, she'll be begging for more."

He had halted his invasion, but his hips continued a slow grinding motion that worked his prick about inside the clenching sleeve of slippery tissue, loosening the hot grip until Joyce stopped whimpering and began waggling her ass in response.

Gripping her quivering thighs for leverage, Ted pulled his cock back, tugging her sphincter muscles outward with the reversed pressure of his flared glans. Then, just as slowly, he slid the joint back into her intestine, feeling the muscles rippling and squeezing the pulsating invader.

"Still want me to stop, Aunt Joyce?" he grunted, fucking her with increasing speed, each thrust driving the head of his prick farther up into the hot sheath of wriggling wetness.

Her eyes glared at him, and her sensual lips drew back in a savage snarl that bared her teeth. Perspiration beaded on her furrowed brow as she rolled her head from side to side on the sweat-dampened pillow.

"I'll be damned!" came Ralph's unbelieving cry. "She likes it! You're practically splitting her wide open, and she likes it!" His fingers raced up and down the engorged sham of his cock, and the other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. "And all these years, she wouldn't let me even try to get it in there!"

Ted ignored the man's exclamation as he rammed still deeper into the churning slickness, wrenching another gasp from the woman whose asshole was being frictioned into a spasming circle of tingling nerves that threatened to explode at any moment. The huge cock was racing in and out, massaging and filling, pumping and sucking in a blend of sensations she had never before dreamed possible.

"Harder!" she hissed, working her hips to increase the almost intolerable ecstasy of that pistoning hardness. "Please, Ted! Do it harder!"

His hairy pubic arch slapped her gaping cunt with each savage thrust, creating a wet, obscene sound that blended with the softer squish of his prick as it bored through her froth-ringed anus.

The bed trembled beneath his assault, the thick mattress yielding to the powerful hammering of his hips as he fucked her.

She came, her body arching and trembling with the tremors that raced through her empty vagina, and her cunt juice gurgled out to trickle down onto the thick cock, oiling the cylinder of pounding lust until the squishing became a loud slurping as it drove through the hot wetness.

Again, ecstasy ripped through her pussy, the pleasure-fire fanned by the prick that ripped in and out of her spasming ass, seeming to fill her belly to the bursting point as it roared up into her ass, then leaving a hungry ache as it retreated for another thrilling plunge.

A third climax thundered from deep inside her vagina, and she felt the big cock ram its thick column to a depth she tried to increase by the frantic writhing of her ass. The prick jerked, thrilling her intestinal walls with its hot lunges, and Ted's sperm laved the tender tissues as it spurted into her colon with a force that made her whole body convulse in ecstatic response.

Her muscles stripped the jetting hardness, sucking the ropey come from him with instinctive undulations, and she whimpered in lust as the prick slid back to pop out of her still-hungry ass.

Joyce felt her body being turned, and she knelt on the bed, face buried in her folded arms, her rounded ass poking upward and outward, dripping Ted's semen from its well-stretched entrance.

She didn't recognize Ralph's prick until he had buried it to the balls in her intestinal grip.

It didn't matter. She was being fucked again, and her body was answering the savage ravishment with yet another bucking orgasm. Ralph had never brought such violent and delightful quivers to her cunt during all their years of marriage as he was now producing in her spasming rectum.

She rolled her head to one side and found herself staring at her nephews still-rigid cock as the youth positioned himself beside her and aimed the plum-like head at her wet lips. Behind her, Ralph's hips hammered her wiggling buttocks with increasing speed, and she knew he was watching Ted's approach.

She operated her mouth wide, tasting the tart masculinity of the big prick that strained her jaws with its size, and punished her throat with its determined shove. Greedily, she began sucking, flaying the cock with her lashing tongue" It was only later, when she could think about it without feeling the ecstasy of two male organs invading her flesh, that Joyce realized Ralph had fucked her even harder after Ted eased his prick into her mouth.

Chapter 5

"Don't you see, darling?" Joyce explained to her frowning husband. "I have to do it."

Ralph Porter began an angry protest, but halted it with a long sigh. His broad shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily on the bed, watching his wife check her reflection in the dresser mirror.

"I'm beginning to wonder," he said dejectedly, "if we shouldn't have stayed at home."

Joyce turned, giving him a wet-lipped smile, happy at what she had just seen in the glass. Whatever else Ted's erotic demands had accomplished, they had stripped years from her appearance.

"Let's not start arguing again," she urged. "You'll have to admit that you enjoyed yourself last night."

He nodded dully, lacing his fingers about one knee. "That was last night," he reminded her. "Today, I have an emotional hangover." His mouth twisted. "We were like animals!"

She leaned over and kissed his forehead, twisting away as he reached for her magnificent breasts, their resilient mounds bouncing behind the almost-transparent dress.

"Silly!" she smiled. "We are animals! Now, you stop fretting. Go for a walk or something."

"Sure!" he grunted. "Walk and think about what he's doing to you. My God! After last night, I don't see how he can even think about sex!"

She walked to the door, buttocks undulating with more freedom that he had ever witnessed in those firm cheeks. Turning, she said, "Just think about the security we have here, darling. Ted's already told you we can buy anything within reason and simply charge it to him."

He waited until the door closed behind her before murmuring, "Just how much is a guy supposed to charge for letting another man screw his wife?"

Down the hallway, in his own bedroom, Ted Morgan faced a bewildered Clyde Porter, smiling at the lad's confused expression from the comfort of a deep chair.

"I'll say it again, Clyde," Ted said with exaggerated patience. "How would you like to screw Aunt Joyce?"

Clyde's fingers ran nervously through his blond hair.

"You've gotta be putting me on!" he exclaimed, shifting his feet on the expensive carpet. "She's my Mother!"

Ted's wide shoulders shrugged expressively. "Lots of guys poke their old ladies. Hell! What's wrong with it?"

"Christ!" his companion said forcefully. "I couldn't do a thing like that."

His head snapped about as a gentle knock sounded, and Ted called, "Come in, Aunt Joyce."

Joyce Porter entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw her son. Then, the long lashes swept down to hide her expression.

She looked at the grinning Ted.

"I can come back," she said hesitatingly. "I didn't know ..."

Ted waved a hand to halt her words, and told her, "Just lock the door." Then, as she turned to twist the latch, Ted added, "I think you'd better explain to Clyde about the house rules."

Joyce looked back and forth at the two boys, chewing gently on her full lower lip. She took a step toward her son, then halted.

"Darling," she said in a soft voice. "I'm sure you remember how happy your Father was when Ted offered us a home here."

Clyde nodded, one brow lifting questioningly "Sure," he answered. "We were getting pretty tight."

"Then," his Mother continued, "you know how important it is that we do whatever is required to make our situation permanent."

The boy looked at Ted, then back at Joyce. "Sure," he grunted. "We talked about that."

Joyce nodded. "Then you'll understand why I'm asking you to do whatever Ted tells you. Is that clear?"

Again the quick glance at Ted. "Yeah," he murmured. "If you say so."

Joyce drew in a deep breath. "Is that what you wanted, Ted?"

The lad inclined his head, running his eyes up and down Clyde's slender body. His voice was almost inaudible as he said, "Take your clothes of, Clyde. All of them."

The boy's mouth opened, and his brows shaped a frown of disbelief. Still looking at Ted, he said to Joyce, "Is this some kind of joke?"

He anticipated the slow shaking of her head. Ever since their arrival, he had sensed the alteration in his Mother's personality, and he had noticed the bold stares of his cousin. At first, he refused to entertain the possibility that she was actually putting out for Ted. Then, he became aware of a certain confidence in her attitude.

"What does Dad think about all this?" was his whispered question.

"Your Father has agreed to do whatever is necessary."

Clyde's hands rose to his shirt front, hovering over the buttons, his stare examining Ted's eyes. "Suppose I get undressed," he demanded. "What happens then?"

Ted's lips curved expressively. "What difference does it make? Don't tell me you've never made it with another guy!"

The youth's face flamed. "I'm not a damned queer!"

"Relax, stud!" Ted chuckled. "Nobody's trying to whack your balls off. Just get out of those fucking rags!"

Again, Clyde's eyes swept his Mother's features, gauging her reaction to the four-letter words. She showed no emotion other than a little throbbing of her throat, just below her graceful jawline.

"OK," he murmured resignedly. "But I feel like a damned idiot." He unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off, baring a powerful chest with just a sprinkling of blond hair.

Kicking off the loose-fitting sandals, he forced his slacks down to expose the curls of his pubic hair, and the flaccid rope of his cock, its meaty knob drooping over his promising young testicles. Stepping out of the slacks, he straightened, blushing as he found Joyce's stare focused on his prick.

"My God!" she whispered. "It's bigger than Ralph's!"

Ted stood up, shedding his clothes with a careless ease that held both Joyce and Clyde almost motionless in attention. When he was naked, Ted sat down again, grinning at his cousin's bashful glances of comparison.

"There's a portable phonograph on the dresser, Aunt Joyce,"

he told the woman. "Go over and start it. Then, I want you to strip to the music."

"Jesus!" Clyde exclaimed. "Are you really gonna do that Mom?"

When Joyce did not answer, Ted said, "Your Mother will do anything I say, Clyde. So will you, if you know what's good for you."

His shoulders rose and fell. "OK, so you've got us on a string, big man. What am I supposed to do?"

"Lie down on the rug," Ted grinned, "and watch. Aunt Joyce will be moving all around you, so I want you to masturbate while she does her dance."

"You're full of shit!" Clyde exploded. "It's bad enough that I have to watch you put my Mother through all this crap! I'll be damned if I'll jerk off for you."

Joyce was at the phonograph, her back to the two boys. "Just do as Ted says, Clyde!" she exclaimed without turning. "Pretend I'm someone else."

His face livid, the boy lowered himself to the thick carpet, leaning back on his elbows and glaring at Ted. His cousin pointed emphatically.

"Let's see a little action, Clyde! Get that thing hard!"

Blushing again, the youth's hand crawled down over his flat belly to cup his genitals, his fingers finally curling about the limp roll of his cock just as the music swelled from the record player.

"The object of your striptease, Aunt Joyce," Ted reminded the woman, is Clyde. Tease him, and get him really hot!"

The music was a sensual rhythm, slow and accentuated by a throbbing bass that Joyce accompanied by a savage jerk of her lush hips, each one transmitting its force upward and jiggling her prominent breasts. Slowly, adding a grinding motion to her pelvic gyrations, she moved toward her wide-eyed son staring down at his penis and licking her lips in a parody of lust.

"Christ!" Clyde whispered fiercely. His prick was stiffening in his grip, and his gaze flicked down at the swelling column as if surprised by his reaction. When his Mother shrugged her dress down over one shoulder to free the quivering mound of her left tit, his fist began moving up and down the turgid length of his tool, and his shoulders shivered with mounting excitement.

Joyce's movements were awkward, but the undulation of her magnificent body made grace unnecessary. By the time she rolled the dress down to expose both tits, Clyde was pounding his meat with a steady pumping that tugged his balls upward with each pull on the engorged shaft. He stared hungrily at the lush mounds with their distended nipples thrusting out from the brown aureoles like pointing fingers.

Joyce worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her thick bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs.

Clyde gave a little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and his prick emitted a glob of jizm when she stepped out of the dress, the motion parting her thighs and revealing the deep red slash of her pussy.

"Straddle him, Aunt Joyce!" Ted exclaimed. "Give him a good view of that gash!"

Still working her hips in rhythm With the beat of the record, Joyce stepped one foot across Clyde's thighs, spreading her legs far apart and continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the bass beat. The lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one against the other, as she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts rolling and quivering with the erotic hunches.

Clyde's body was jerking between his Mother's feet, his heels digging into the rug, and his ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his pounding fist. More of the clear pre-come had oozed from the slitted knob of his prick, and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and uncapped its purple swelling with his steady frigging.

"Christ, Mom!" the boy panted, his face working with the increasing pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!"

Joyce bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy hips. Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt opened to reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds glistening and quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her fingers over the swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect nipples poke spongy tips between them.

"It's all right, baby!" she crooned, staring down at her son's rearing cockhead, and the furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend you're shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove her wet pussy into greater prominence.

Ted had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with excitement, and he moved to a position just behind the woman's gyrating ass. Stepping astride the boy's legs, he bent to fit his huge prick between Joyce's thighs.

"Watch this, Clyde!" he exclaimed, pressing the head of his cock into her labial groove, nuzzling the shivering lips with the purple glans. "Like your Mother says, pretend this is your dick!"

Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into Joyce's pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle with its girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance, but her ass continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager cunt onto the thick shaft of Ted's prick.

Clyde stared in helpless fascination as his cousin's phallic spear slowly disappeared inside the straining circle, only to reappear with its sides coated and slick with the woman's vaginal juices. He found that his hand, fingers wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was matching the strokes of that other cock.

As Ted drove his prick into Joyce's slit, Clyde's fist tugged the loose overcoat of skin down his strutted member, exposing the engorged knob. Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath, CIyde's hand moved upward to cap the head of his fuckpole.

His prick securely lodged in Joyce's responsive quim, Ted wrapped both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at the youth.

"You ought to try this pussy, Clyde!" he said jerkily. "She really knows how to use it!"

"Son of a bitch!" was the panted reply. Clyde's fist moved faster, and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in the air, splashing Ted's balls and the well-

stretched lips of his Mother's snatch. The second volley splattered against her trembling thigh, trickling sluggishly downward as Ted continued his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt.

The weaker spurts arced above the boy's cock and fell back onto his heaving belly, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light growth of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a groan, Clyde lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened slit.

"Now, look what you've done, Aunt Joyce!" Ted murmured in the woman's ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know."

"How?" was the hesitant response. Joyce was on the verge of orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Ted's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge prong tugged itself from the eager jaws of her slavering cunt.

"Mop it up with your muff," Ted chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that poker in you. You can rub him off, if you want to.

But don't let him put it in."

Clyde groaned as his Mother lowered that juicy cleft over his still-erect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and affect an entry with his swollen joint Deftly, Joyce evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen.

Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, Would you really like to put it in me, Clyde?"

"Oh God, yes!" was the panted reply. "I can't help it, Mom!"

"It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "I understand!"

Kneeling astride Clyde's legs, Ted observed the caress of her juicy labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the youth's belly. He grinned at the tortured expression on his cousin's face.

"Fit your pussy against his prick, Aunt Joyce," he demanded.

"Don't let it slip in! Just press down on it."

Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Ted's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Clyde's prong upward, then down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips.

"Oh, damn!" was the boy's wail. Not only was his Mother's hot pussy massaging his pick, but her fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug.

"Now," Ted exclaimed. "Let's give old Clyde a real thrill!"

Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space between Joyce's ass and Clyde's balls, feeling the woman ease her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of the boy's cock.

"Jesus!" Clyde gurgled. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, cousin," Ted answered humorously. "You popped off just watching your Mother get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this fuckpole!"

With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Ted guided the head into the greedy jaws of Joyce's snatch, driving up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his balls rolled over CIyde's elevated scrotum.

He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Clyde's fingers with his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina.

Joyce came almost immediately, her ass twisting and Jerking with the force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy. The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed.

For Clyde, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made his joint shift from side to side as Ted's prick raced over it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Joyce's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time Ted hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than his cousin's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt.

Ted's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Clyde how much you like my dick, Aunt Joyce!"

The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her distorted lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I love it!"

"Lean over a little more," was his panted order. "Let Clyde lick your tits!"

Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples hung just above her son's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement, the lad fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and Joyce gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy flesh.

Ted worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Clyde's cock jerk with empathy against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue.

Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the thing he knew would happen.

Between his knees, he felt Clyde's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock, the boy's phallic spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations.

With a harsh cry, he shoved his cock up into the churning depths and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each spurt of his semen against his aunt's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external thrill of Clyde's jetting prong against his own, and Joyce's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another climax.

Before she could make it, Ted pulled his prick out of her clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Clyde's balls. He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked bodies, Joyce still feeding her big breast into the boy's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock.

"You can finish up on his dick, Aunt Joyce," he murmured.

"That's not an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to."

Joyce lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Clyde's greedy lips. Her face was a mask of emotion, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She stared at Ted, her brows working as if in indecision.

"Damn you!" she whispered.

Her body lifted, and her hand sought the cream-smeared hardness of her son's prick, holding it in position as she fitted the dripping jaws of her cunt over its still-engorged head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft, groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax.

Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play, Clyde welcomed the incestuous coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale her more firmly on his joint.

"I'm getting hard again, Mom!" the youth panted. "My God!

I've never come three times in a row!"

Joyce began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him with a determined hunching that made the boy cry out with ecstasy.

"You're going to come again, Clyde," she hissed. "For Mother!"

Ted's coarse laughter blended with their throaty moans as Joyce's cunt exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Clyde slammed his hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own orgasm, but pistoning his Mother's pussy into a second come almost before the first had subsided.

Clyde turned a perspiring face toward Ted, his eyes pleading as he panted, "Can I get on top?"

"Be my guest," his cousin grunted. "Give her a real workout."

With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Joyce drew the boy down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor.

"My! My!" Ted exclaimed teasingly. "I wonder what Uncle Ralph will say about this!" His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the incestuous union.

Clyde was a handsome lad, his body well-muscled and tanned, and his cock was almost as large as Ted's. His ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty piston.

Joyce had her eyes closed, and both arms about her son's body. Her ass, lifted by her scissoring legs, shook and bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch.

Beneath Clyde's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Ted had pumped into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass.

Without hesitation, Ted rose to his knees and positioned himself behind the hunching youth, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the pounding hips.

"Relax, cousin," Ted murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch."

His buttocks clenching, Clyde shifted his legs, and Ted moved in between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the lad's heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Joyce's winking anus.

"N0000000!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Clyde hips, but finding them blocked by Ted's powerful hands. She felt the pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob.

Once again, Clyde felt his cousin's throbbing cock move against his tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the churning sheath of his Mother's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch slammed against her clitoral notch.

Ted found her asshole slick, but much tighter than on the previous evening. Now, Clyde's tool filled the adjacent channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Joyce was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath her son's weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Ted's powerful thrust.

She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing colon, filling her asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Clyde's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper into her intestines.

Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Joyce was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her belly, providing a sense of completeness she had never before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh.

Ted experienced a rush of hot juices about his well-planted cock, and the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole, slamming his taut belly against Clyde's buttocks with each delightful stroke.

Clyde, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short pistoning of his buried prong. But he could feel each movement of Ted's prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion channel.

"You're making me come myself to death!" Joyce wailed, her eyes rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached past her son's shoulders, groping for Ted, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Clyde's waist and examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of her cunt.

She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Ted's belly slam against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Clyde's chest, she captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure.

Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder.

Clyde came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic shudders were felt by Ted's ramrod as it bored deep into Joyce's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the sucking channel of her intestines.

Joyce's scream was blocked by her son's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she could only work her hips as the two boys drenched her belly with their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that stripped Ted's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-juice she needed so desperately.

Chapter 6

Ralph Porter listened to his wife's account of the afternoon with an expression that began with disbelief, then altered to angry bitterness as she described her repeated climaxes while both Ted and Clyde fucked her.

"You don't have to be so goddamned graphic!" he exploded, springing from the chair and striding to the window, turning his back on Joyce as she lay naked on their bed, one finger teasing the distended nipple of her left breast.

The woman regarded his back with an amused smile, moving her other hand to the furry juncture of her thighs. One digit slipped inside the moist crevice, and the others teased the plump lips.

"Do you want to go back?" she demanded in a soft voice. "We can always go on welfare, you know. Of course, Clyde won't be able to forget that he's actually screwed his Mother. Since you seem opposed to that, he'll probably climb into bed with Susan and Beth."

Ralph whirled about, his face twisted, to glare at her. "I suppose that's the next thing your darling nephew will demand.

I'll see him in hell before I let him touch either one of those girls!"

Joyce's reply was delivered in a mocking tone. "Unless, of course, he lets you have seconds." Her finger slid deeper into the crack of her cunt, and her laughter made him wince. "You couldn't wait to get your pecker in my tail! My God! You never screwed me like that before."

"Damn it!" he exclaimed defensively. "You wouldn't let me put it in your ass! You had to wait for that bastard!"

Joyce's eyes softened, hut her finger continued its pleasurable exploration of her slit as she replied, "Someday Ralph, you'll learn that women like to be forced to do things."

With a muttered curse, Ralph slammed out of the room, banging the door behind him, and heading for the stairs. He hesitated when he saw Dorothy just closing the door of her bedroom, and his gaze flickered over the soft red hair and haughty breasts battling under the tight dress that hugged her luscious hips and thighs with revealing clarity.

The woman looked at his face and her lips curved in an understanding smile. Her hips moved seductively as she approached him. In spite of his anger, Ralph felt a quickening in his crotch.

"Don't tell me," Dorothy murmured when she was near enough to be heard without raising her voice. She stopped with the points of her big tits almost touching his arm. "My darling stepson has gone too far."

He blinked at her. "How did you know?" His cock was stiffening, and he shifted his stance to conceal the swelling.

"Did he tell you?"

She laid warm fingers on his arm, leading him back down the hallway toward the bedroom she had just vacated. Ralph found himself moving with her like an obedient child. He waited until she opened the door, and followed her inside. Dorothy locked the door and leaned against it.

"Let me guess," she said, keeping her hands behind her and poking her breasts against the thin dress. "He talked you into letting him ball Joyce, and you found yourself unable to resist the scene. You made a complete fool of yourself with both of them."

She held up one hand, palm-out, when he started to interrupt.

"That was just the beginning. He got Joyce to give in to your son. That's the part you can't stomach."

His voice heavy, Ralph demanded, "If he didn't tell you about it, how do you know all this?"

She smiled. "Feminine observation, my dear brother-In-Law.

He was hot for me until you showed up with all those delicacies.

If he hadn't been getting his rocks off with somebody he'd have been bouncing my bed. Then, I saw Clyde after he had spent a couple of hours with them. Need I say more?"

Ralph wagged his head. "You've just about covered it all.

The boy is a monster!"

She nodded amiably. "Agreed. But, he's a rich monster.

That makes a big difference."

"Why?" he asked in a grating voice. Why did he get us here for this? He could have bought a dozen women if that's all he wanted."

Dorothy pushed herself erect, moving toward him as he stood in the center of the big room. "Don't you understand, Ralph?" she whispered. "He wants slaves."

"Slaves?" he repeated dully. She didn't stop when those big tits were so close he could feel their heat. Instead she pushed their firm points against his shirt front deliberately and with unmistakable intent. His prick shoved its engorged head against his trouser leg, and was immediately by the warmth of her thigh.

His arms went about her instinctively. He didn't intend for it to happen. One moment, they were at his sides, and the next, they were pulling her pliant curves closer. His hips jammed the throbbing bulk of his cock between her legs, and he felt it nuzzle the plump mound of her sex.

"Slaves," she whispered, wetting her lips with a pointed tongue and sliding her arms about his neck. "Slaves to our own lusts, really." She moved her hips, massaging the hardness of his prick. "Admit it, Ralph. Didn't you get a kick out of watching him screw Joyce?"

He answered the erotic caress with increased pressure, finding himself staring at those inviting lips. Helplessly he nodded.

"Don't be ashamed of it," she said soothingly. It's natural.

Just like what you're feeling at this moment." She rammed her cuntal mound against his erection for emphasis. Her long lashes flickered. "Do you want to deny that you're just itching to stick that thing in me?"

His arms tightened and his mouth covered her parted lips, tasting the sweetness of her tongue as it writhed against his in quick and eager response. Dorothy's hand forced its way between their bodies to curl warm fingers about his outlined prick.

He was unable to resist fumbling at his zipper, and he groaned when her hand managed to affect an entrance and pull his cock out of its hiding place, squeezing and stroking until he was past caring what happened next.

Ralph's fingers found the fabulous tits he had admired so many times, and kneaded the resilient flesh with an inexpert fondling. Aside from Joyce's, they were the first breasts he had touched since his marriage, a fact which he considered and discarded as trivial in view of the pleasure he derived from tweaking the distended nipples.

"Sit down on the bed," he beard Dorothy say, and he permitted himself to be maneuvered into the suggested position, his cock sticking out like an obscene drawing in its engorgement.

Before he realized what the woman had in mind, she had pushed her dress down over her shoulders to bare the magnificent orbs of succulent flesh, and was leaning over him, feeding one of the tips between his eager lips.

Ralph nursed the delicious nipple with a hunger he had not realized existed within his trembling body. Opening his month wider, he drew a portion of the creamy mound between his lips, nibbling on the pulsating spear and lashing it with his wet tongue as his hands fondled Dorothy's firm buttocks.

He groaned again when she dropped to her knees between his thighs to fit the engorged cock between her tits, squeezing them together about its throbbing length while her mouth bathed his chest with wet kisses, and she deliberately clamped her mouth about one of his diminutive tits and sucked it with a savage vacuuming.

She had unbuttoned his shirt so skillfully that Ralph was surprised by the contact of her lips on his bare skin. His body trembled as her wet tongue licked an exciting circle, then moved to the other male tit to provide an equally pleasant caress.

Nervously, he groped for his belt buckle, loosing his slacks and baring his belly and crotch as the trousers slid down about his hairy legs. His hands ran clutching fingers through the red hair, pulling the warm, soft lips against his navel. He gasped when her hot tongue bored into the indentation, twisting voluptuously, her breasts massaging his engorged cock with a sensuous sliding.

His prick nudged her throat, the head pressing beneath the delicate curve of her chin, and Ralph's buttocks contracted with eagerness as Dorothy's lips slid lower, her tongue flicking across the upper edge of his public hair.

"Does Joyce give good head?" he heard her murmur. Until that moment, he had assumed that her actions were a prelude to an old-

fashioned screw. Now, he realized that the beautiful creature was about to go down on his throbbing cock with that full-lipped and obviously talented mouth.

"When she's in the right mood," he gasped. "Usually, she just does it to please me."

Dorothy drew the tip of her tongue across the head of his prick, pressing it back against his belly, then letting it spring outward to brush her cheek. Her tits jabbed firm nipples against his thighs, and her hands slid up and down the hairy legs before moving in on the rearing joint and the twin spheres that loomed immediately beneath the strutted cock.

"I'll bet," she whispered softly, "that she loves sucking Ted's dick."

Ralph did not answer, except for a slight clenching of his teeth and a tightening of the fingers entwined in her long hair.

Dorothy planted a wet kiss just beneath the glans, then trailed her tongue downward to probe the scrotal sac. He moved his knees farther apart to accommodate her torso, and she responded by dipping her head and running her tongue beneath the heavy balls.

"Tell me, Dorothy demanded, bathing his nuts win her warm breath. "Does Joyce really enjoy what Ted is making her do?"

"Yes, damn it!" he groaned, easing his hips forward and pressing his hips against her parted lips. All he could see was her red hair, and the head of his cock thrusting up in front of her face. As he stared down at it, the prick exuded a glob of clear lubricant from its swollen tip. "She's gone crazy about that son of a bitch!"

Dorothy's head lifted, her green eyes mocking him. "Would you rather be with her than with me?"

He licked his lips, frowning at the question, yet unable to reject the lust that thundered in his body. "No!" he gasped. If you'll just do what you started to do, I don't give a damn if he balls her brains out!"

Her mouth curved appreciatively. "You're sweet," she said huskily. "Will you promise to sit still, and not try to make me do it your way?"

He nodded emphatically, his face working. "Any way you want it."

Her mouth curved even more, wet and promising. Her pointed tongue protruded, just flicking the head of his cock. She exhaled, baking the glans with her warm breath, and Ralph groaned at the feathery caress.

Again, Dorothy's head went down, lips parting to slide their wet oval about one of his leathery pouches, drawing the pliant half of the sac into her mouth and laving it with saliva, her tongue rolling the oyster about inside its fluid-filled pocket.

Just when he wag about to tug at her red hair with trembling fingers, she released the delicacy and sucked the other nut between her gently nibbling teeth. As she tongue-fondled the nugget, her fingers began a fluttering dance up and down the strutted length of his prick, causing it to jerk back against his hairy belly in eager response.

His scrotum was wet from her mouthing, and she trailed a continuation of the wetness upward along the pulsating underbelly of his cock, pausing at the taut "V" of his glans. There, her tongue stiffened and flashed back and forth over the sensitive area just below the tiny slit. Her fingers, having moved aside for her climbing tongue, claimed the throbbing column again, performing a slow milking of its stiffened length.

"I want to taste that fuck-juice!" she whispered fiercely, her fist rising until the prepuce trapped the tip of her tongue between its loose fold and the head of the rearing cock.

As if in obedience to her wishes, his prick spilled a slippery glob of pre-come from its single eye, and her tongue sponged it up with a delightful wiggle.

"Ummmmmm!" she sighed, swallowing audibly. "You taste good!"

Dorothy fitted her lips over the swollen knob and began massaging it with her hot tongue, cheeks hollowing as she nursed the prick with hungry suction. Her head dipped, forcing her mouth onto the cock until the glans was beyond her palate, and her lips touched the curled fingers of her pumping fist.

Her nasal whimper was authentic enjoyment. True, she had begun her seduction as a way of getting back at her stepson.

Since Ted was determined that their enjoyment should be nothing more than a by-product his own lust, Dorothy found a peculiar thrill in disrupting the lad's schedule. But, once she had tasted the salty masculinity of Ralph's prick, she was no longer concerned with her original purpose.

Jealousy had been a part of that plan, she admitted, bobbing her head to slide her greedy mouth up and down Ralph's delicious joint. Ted had forced her to go down on him, then had turned his attentions elsewhere, fully aware that he had awakened a facet of her sensuality held dormant since her marriage to Bruce.

She was younger than Joyce, she consoled herself, swallowing another glob of Ralph's tasty jizm. Yet, Ted was spending all his time with the older woman. The thought produced a picture of Joyce's blonde snatch, and Dorothy sucked harder on the throbbing meat of the tumescent prick Ralph's ass was bouncing on the edge of the bed, shoving his cock into her mouth as her head flashed down, ignoring his promise to let her set the pace she desired. His fingers twined the red hair about them, and he dared to force her mouth farther onto his prick, sensing that she was too excited to protest the violation.

His fingers slid lower on the shaft, still pumping in time with her slippery lips and writhing tongue. Then, as the prick delivered another surge of that delicious nectar, she released his cock and cupped both hands beneath his balls, sucking the quivering knob back into her throat and tightening the muscles about it with quick gulps.

Ralph tried to hold back, for he wanted more than anything else to prolong the exquisite pleasure of the redhead's mouth on his engorged cock. Now that she had taken the shaft deep in her throat, he could fuck his cock through those wet, sucking lips and heighten the pleasure even more. His ass bounced on the bed, and his nuts, held captive by her gentle fingers, slapped repeatedly against her dainty chin. He felt her tongue squeeze his prick, then lash the knob when he pulled it back to the barrier of her teeth.

Resistance was futile when Dorothy began swallowing more rapidly, and her throat muscles danced and shuddered about the glans with each thrust. In addition, she twisted her head as it bobbed up and down, giving her suction a screwing effect that tugged Ralph up and over the mountain of ecstasy.

Legs jerking and hips bucking, he pushed the woman's head down onto his prick and surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed up through the column and spurted against the back of her greedily gulping throat, feeling her fingers squeeze his balls as if seeking even more of the ropey sperm she swallowed with little whimpers of delight. She made no attempt to pull back, but buried her nose in his public hair as she drained his cock.

Chapter 7

Susan Porter was aware that something unusual was happening, for the transformation in her parents and her brother was too apparent. But she had no idea that her Mother had succumbed so completely to Ted's huge organ, nor did she imagine that Clyde had already committed Incest with the blonde lovely.

When Joyce told her what was expected of her, she stared at her Mother and discovered she was speechless with astonishment.

At seventeen, she was not unaware that such arrangements were often made. But, she had never expected that she would become a part of one.

"Try to understand, darling," Joyce pleaded anxiously. "It's for all of us. Ted's really a nice boy. If you'll just cooperate, it can be fun."

Susan squeezed her thighs together, glaring at her Mother.

"You're saying that I'm supposed to let Ted do anything he wants to?" Her frown deepened. "What if he wants to do something really kinky?"

Joyce shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "You're a big girl, Susan. Just think of what it means to your Father and me.

The girl listened, open-mouthed, to her Mother's recital of her own sacrifices, ending with, "How do you think I felt when my own son had to make love to me?"

Susan's generous lip curled disdainfully. "Clyde didn't make love to you. He fucked you!" Her voice climbed the scale toward hysteria. "My God! What's happening to us? Daddy lets you act like a common whore, and you spread for your own son!"

Joyce's face hardened. Angrily she walked to the door of the bedroom, turning to exclaim, "You'll do as you're told, young lady! It's not going to hurt you to do your part in this."

The girl managed to hold back her tears until the door closed. Then, her skirt sliding high about her exquisitely rounded thighs, she threw herself face-down across the bed, sobbing until anger replaced the fear and hurt.

When she stood up, she was smiling grimly. She looked at the wall mirror and tossed her head, shaking the brown waves of hair.

As if it were Ted in the glass, rather than her own reflection, she whispered, "You may screw me, cousin Ted, but you'll be sticking it in a block of ice! I'll be damned if you'll enjoy it!"

Methodically, she prepared herself, luxuriating in a scented bath, then, after toweling her tanned body, she applied a subtle perfume behind her ears, beneath her firm breasts, and along the inner curves of her perfectly formed thighs. Then, with a mocking look at the brown curls that shaped her plump pussy mound, she added the elusive scent to that verdant jungle.

For dinner she wore only a nearly transparent negligee, smiling at the stern look her Father gave when she marched to the big table and stared directly into Ted's appraising eyes.

"You should have worn something more than that," Ralph murmured to her. "You're making a spectacle of yourself."

Maintaining the exaggerated smile, Susan answered from the corner of her curved lips, "You're a fine one to talk! After what Mother told me, I'm surprised you haven't already tried to rape Beth and me."

She turned her face toward the surprised man, fluttering her lashes and giving a little shake of her shoulders to set the outlined tits to quivering beneath the thin fabric.

"Do I seem ready?" she demanded in a sultry voice. "Don't you want to check me over before sending me off to be raped?"

Choking back a retort that blended anger and shame, Ralph pushed his chair back, rose and stalked from the room, followed by Susan's mocking laughter.

"What's wrong with your Father?" Joyce asked from her seat down the table. "He seemed very upset!"

"1 think he's angry," Susan retorted, "because he wasn't invited to the party."

Joyce's face colored, and she returned to her plate without a rejoinder, pretending not to hear Ted's knowing chuckle. Moments later she excused herself, followed by Dorothy and Clyde. Beth and Linda demanded a second dessert, and Ted signaled the hovering maid.

To Susan, he said, "Did Aunt Joyce explain everything to youth?"

Susan felt a tingle of apprehension between her tightly clenched thighs. But her face was expressionless as she nodded.

Linda looked up from her plate, giving her brother a worshipful smile. "When are you going to do what you promised?"

she asked innocently. Her eyes held a hopeful gleam.

Ted reached across and patted the girl's arm, his fingers lingering to trail up and down the smooth skin. "Soon, Linda, he answered softly, his dark eyes caressing the points of her small breasts as they strained against the tight blouse.

Beth leaned closer to the girl, speaking so softly that only she could hear her whispered question "What did he promise?"

Linda turned a glowing face to her cousin, answering her in the same hushed voice. "Ted's going to fuck me," she said quite simply.

Beth Porter's mouth opened, and her blue eyes widened with shock. Quickly, she darted a glance about to see if either Ted or Susan had heard the girl. Still speaking quietly, but with a shocked urgency, she said, "Let's go up to your room, Beth. I think we'd better have a long talk."

The two youngsters rose, their young bottoms twitching with suggestive innocence as they excused themselves and left Ted staring at Susan with that irritating appraisal.

She glared back with a contemptuous droop of her generous mouth. "How does it feel to have everyone so willing to play whore for you?" she asked in a deceptively mild voice. "Isn't it too much for such a child as yourself?"

Ted refused to rise to the bait. Placing his elbows on the table, he leaned forward, amusement glittering in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to her breasts. He ignored her question.

"I wonder if you're as passionate as your Mother," he said in a soft drawl. "Did you know that she never let your Father stick it in her asshole until I loosened it up?"

The girl gave a sharp gasp. "You're filthy!" she hissed.

"And you're making all of us do filthy things!"

Ted stood up, flexing his muscles and drawing his slacks tight over his bulging crotch. He saw the girl's quick glance and he chuckled.

"Let's go upstairs, Cousin," he ordered in that same soft voice. "I'm going to show you just how filthy I can be when I try."

Susan found that her legs were trembling when she followed the youth from the dining room, and up the broad stairway, and she had difficulty recapturing the determination she had summoned earlier. Then, she had assumed that Ted would simply screw her and let it go at that. Now, she was less certain that he would be satisfied with such an orthodox act.

Although not a virgin, Susan was inexperienced, having found the clumsy penetration of her pussy by fewer than a half-dozen assorted cocks to be little more than an irritating tickling. Her partners had been too young, too small, and too fast, spilling their sticky come inside her belly before she could even begin to appreciate the rhythmic massaging of her vagina.

She knew that some girls permitted their dates to invade that second, smaller hole, but she had never considered that she might find herself submitting to such an indignity. Nor had she ever dreamed that she might be called upon to touch a cock with her lips, another method that some of her friends insisted was more enjoyable than straight screwing.

By the time Ted wrenched open the bedroom door, Susan had regained her self-control, marching past her cousin with a deliberate twisting of her hips that brushed the ominous bulge of his crotch. She walked over to the bed and turned, tossing her head to push a stray tendril of brown hair from her forehead.

"What do I do first?" she demanded in a flat voice.

Ted was already unbuttoning his shirt as he answered, "You take that damned negligee off, and let me look at you."

Obediently, Susan loosened the narrow sash and let the garment slide downward, exposing the creamy breasts with their coral tips poking arrogantly from their pip aureoles. Lower, the negligee slid, past the lithe waist and flat belly to the brown curls of her pubic thatch.

She saw Ted's eyes stare at the narrow band of white flesh that marked the protective zone of halter and bikini during her almost daily sunbathes, contrasting sharply with the deep tan of the rest of her delightfully curved body. Then, as the garment dropped past the exquisitely molded thighs, she felt a tingling warmth between them. His stare was focused on the dainty vertical cleft of her pussy, and he was unfastening his belt.

It was Susan's turn to stare, for her limited experience did not include the sight she was about to witness. The few times she had surrendered to her male companions, she had deliberately averted her eyes from the stiff member that they seemed so eager to fit into her snug little cunt. As a result, she could not completely stifle the gasp of amazement as Ted exposed the flaccid thickness of his dangling cock. Instinctively, her hands flew to protect the delicate gateway through which the ominous cylinder was desired to pass.

"What's wrong?" the lad demanded with a grin. "Is it too childlike for you? He slipped his fingers beneath the hairy balls, lifting them together with the limp prick and pointing its slitted tip at the wide-eyed girl. "It will get larger." The fingers squeezed caressingly. "In fact, you'll be wishing it wasn't so damned big before the night's over."

Susan tried to keep the fright from her voice as she answered, "I was surprised because it's so little. From what Mother said, I thought you were a real man." She patted the curls of her cunt. "You'll need more than that to satisfy me."

Stepping out of his slacks and standing naked, he reached for her, gripping her slender waist and jerking her forward until her tits dug firm nipples into his chest. Her belly yielded to the harsh shove of his pelvis, and she felt the hot meatiness of his cock rod between their flesh. She offered no resistance, but let her arms fall limply at either side, forcing Ted to sustain her weight as he sought her lips with an open mouth.

She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and his tongue slithered between her teeth, seeking hers. Deliberately, she dug its tip down against its own root, while his tongue danced about in solitary passion, bathed in her salvia, but finding no response to his savage tonguing of her teeth and gums.

Grunting with disgust, he pushed her away, toward the bed.

The back of her knees touched the edge, and she fell backward, keeping her knees together as her hips struck the soft mattress.

Immediately, Ted was on top of her, swaddling her clenched thighs and palming her pliant breasts as he pushed her onto her back. He held her there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing them back Into their own aureoles.

Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of heat washed through her pussy. Deep inside, she was conscious of a hot wetness spreading through her vagina.

Ted shifted his powerful body upward until he was astride her breasts, his balls and limp prick sliding between the lush mounds while his thighs pushed them inward to shape a warm nest of yielding flesh. Tilting his head to stare down at her, he rocked his hips to force his scrotum back and forth through the velvet valley.

"Having fun?" Susan hissed at him. "I thought you were supposed to be a real stud! You can't even get it up!"

Ted's face contorted In sudden anger, and he lifted his hips, pushing them upward until Susan was staring up at his crotch. His fingers clutched her hair, holding her head in position, and he shoved He scrotal sac down against her mouth, twisting his hips to work the pliant pouch over her tightly closed lips.

Susan closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, blocking the masculine scent of his testicles and the prick that dangled its plum-like head over her dainty nose.

"Goddamn you!" he grated in a savage whisper. "I was gonna be easy on you. Now, I'm gonna cram it so far up your snatch you can taste it!" His hips twisted more fiercely. "Open your fucking mouth and lick my balls!"

Susan managed to turn her face aside, taking the weight of his sac on her cheek. "if you make me do that," she hissed angrily, "I'll bite the damned things of off!"

The pressure eased, and the youth rocked back to glare at her. "Didn't Aunt Joyce tell you what would happen if you didn't cooperate?"

The girl's voice was steady as she replied, "I agreed to let you screw me. Anything else is out. I don't care what anyone says."

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he swung his leg over her body rolling off and arranging himself on the bed, flat on his back. He pulled his hairy thighs together and pointed at his limp cock.

"OK" he drawled. "I'll go you one better. You fuck me!"

Susan pushed herself up onto one elbow, sneering at his dangling prong. "Even if I agreed," she said mockingly, "you're still soft."

"That's your problem," be reminded her. "Try running that cunt over it. I'll get hard."

The girl sat up, turning gracefully to crouch on hands and knees beside him, her breasts swaying but little in their young firmness. For the first time since they entered the bedroom, she felt a surge of confidence.

Gracefully she swung one slender leg across his thighs, inching upward until she straddled his hips, her pussy gaping its narrow slit directly above his thick tool. She placed her hands on his chest, the fingers curling slightly as they touched the hard pads of muscle, lightly haired and each tipped win a tiny replica of her own lush tits.

Slowly, she lowered her crotch until she felt the heat and meatiness pock against her parted labia, inducing a sensation of pleasure in the dampening corridor of her pussy. She increased the pressure and began working her crotch back and forth against the curved member.

"Now, you're doing it!" Ted grunted, moving his hips in response to the moist caress of his cock. He curled his fingers about her arms and slid them up to her shoulders, then to her thrusting breasts, cupping both mounds with kneading grip as she continued her pelvic massage. "Get it good and stiff," he murmured, "and then slide that hot cunt right onto it."

Susan felt the prick throbbing against her cunt, swelling and hardening as it filled with blood, and it was impossible to restrain the slippery liquid that seeped from her labia to bathe the stiffening shaft and prepare her own tingling pussy for its entry. Deliberately, she concentrated on the slowly enlarging knob, sliding the quivering lips of her snatch over its rounded tip with rapid jerks of her hips.

The prick forced its way upward between her thighs, and she raised her crotch to permit it to spring back against his flat-

muscled belly, dropping down onto it again and sliding her wet labia up and down its still-lengthening hardness.

"Christ!" Ted groaned, squeezing her breasts until she gasped with mixed pain and pleasure. "Put it in!"

Maintaining her balance by leaving one hand on his chest, Susan reached down to curl her fingers about the distended length of his prick, moving the grip up and down in a quick estimate of its size. Her lower lip folded back between her teeth and she stole a quick glance at the rearing shaft, her eyes narrowing in speculation.

The cock was much bigger than she had expected, and fully two inches longer than any of the few she had entertained inside her snug vagina. It was thicker, too, for her fingers and thumb could not completely encompass its throbbing girth.

No wonder, she thought, rubbing the slitted tip through her slippery labial trough, that her Mother had responded to the handsome youth. It would be difficult to remain calm with a nine-

inch prick jabbing deep and hard inside an admittedly hungry snatch.

The mental image produced a fresh flood of vaginal juice that seeped from her swollen pussy lips and spread over the head of Ted's cock, trickling down the thick column to bathe her fingers as they squeezed and rubbed the big prong back and forth, setting her own bed to trembling with desire for that engorged hardness.

She felt the prick lurch In her grasp, and the head seemed to swell for a moment in the furrow of her aroused cunt. A glob of seminal fluid erupted from the quivering slit to bathe her sensitive labia, sending a thrill back into the slippery grotto that was beginning to pulsate with eagerness.

Hoisting her hips higher, Susan guided the tip of his cock between the lips of her cunt, holding her breath as she lowered herself just enough to feel the expansion of the nerve-laced tissues that fitted themselves about the sloping glans. Then, win a suppressed gasp, she forced her pussy onto the throbbing knob, her hips trembling as the stretched folds slipped past the rim of the huge helmet and tightened about the circular hardness of his rearing shaft.

For a moment, she made no movement, simply savoring the delightful sensation that radiated inward from that shallow insertion. Her cunt had never been opened so widely, and it seemed that the expanded lips were far more sensitive than ever before, sensing even the slight tremors of the prick as Ted reacted to the hot clasp of her pussy about its implanted head.

She felt his hands desert her tits to grip her waist, and only her own hands, bracing against his chest, kept her from yielding to his downward tugging. Her thighs tensed, and she managed to maintain her position until Ted relaxed his efforts.

Slowly, feeling her vagina swelled by the increasing bulk of the big cock, she began easing her cunt down onto the thick column, adding a little circular movement to the descent that rubbed the tender walls of her flexing corridor into a shivering dance.

"Goddamn!" Ted groaned, adding an inch to the two already inside her shivering pussy by shoving his hips upward. "You've got a hot snatch!"

Susan did not answer. Instead, she screwed her churning vagina farther onto the shaft, and increased the speed of her circular gyrations. She deliberately tightened the powerful muscles of her cunt, squeezing his throbbing prick and spreading her warm lubricating nectar over its quivering bulk.

She had never been so juicy before. It seemed that the sheer girth of the cock had loosened some internal fountain that sent the slippery liquid gurgling from deep in her belly to welcome the blunt-nosed invader.

There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she could accept his lengthy prong. Instead, there was an increasing determination to prove herself the sensual superior of the handsome youth whose prick was inching deeper and deeper into her belly.

No more than two-thirds of the way down the column, she reversed direction and began dragging her pussy upward, feeling the internal tugging as the thick cock massaged the vaginal walls in its enforced retreat. Pleasure radiated from the frictioning pressure, spiraling back into her vagina and making her gasp with its intensity.

Reaching the top of her ride, with just the swollen head inside her labia, she slid downward again, more rapidly, and farther, feeling the velvet tip press lightly against her womb mouth as her hips halted their descent and rose upward again.

Beneath her, the boy groaned his delight and tightened his fingers on her waist.

Her agile hips climbed again, the slippery cuntal folds sliding upward over the pulsating column of engorged flesh, then plunged downward to find the boy's pelvis leaping to meet them.

"AAANNNGGGHHH!"

Susan found it impossible to block the unintelligible cry as she felt herself impaled on the throbbing shaft of Ted's huge prick. Her labial lips were jammed tightly about the thick base and the quivering head of the cock was shoved hard against her yielding cervi. xHer vagina was stretched to its capacity by the hot bulk of the organ, and the pressure was such that her mind could not identify it as either pleasure or pain. It was somewhere in between those two sensations, but producing a gut-

wrenching desire that demanded still more of the exquisite frictioning she had just experienced.

Back arched, and waist undulating under Ted's urging fingers, Susan steered her spasming cunt up and down on the rearing prick, its length liberally coated by her vaginal exudation until the hardness slid through her labial grip with ease, each movement sending another wave of incredible pleasure throughout her belly.

She found herself leaning forward, disengaging her tits from the lad's hands as she maneuvered them toward his heaving chest.

His arms went about her, and his fingers clutched at her rising and falling hips, digging savagely into her flexing buttocks to pull her convulsing pussy down onto his lurching prick.

Frantically, Susan forced her own hands beneath his shoulders, gripping for leverage, pulling her body upward as his cock plumbed the churning depths of her juicy cunt.

Long strokes were impossible in her new position, but she could work her hips with greater speed. Keeping the cock sheathed in her torrid snatch, she hunched her ass with vicious jabs, feeling the rounded knob slam repeatedly against the mouth of her womb, threatening to force its way inside that willing cave of virgin tissue.

This, her whirling brain screamed at her, was fucking! All the others had been but childish imitations of the act she was performing with sweating body and lust-crazed mind. Within her convulsing pussy, its walls constantly massaged by that delightfully large prick, an orgasm was building, already knotting the muscles of her belly with its ecstatic tremors. When it came, she admitted, it would reduce all her previous climaxes to insignificance.

Faster and faster, her ass pounded the writhing corridor about the lad's joint, forcing more of the secretion out of her clenching cunt to mat their pubic hair as the two pads met and parted with wet squishings that were obliterated in the gasps and grunts that marked the violence of their union.

Susan's clitoris was subjected to a constant mauling as she fucked the thick prong. As her ass flashed backward, tugging her cunt upward, the meaty spear was momentarily freed to spring outward, its cream-coated bulk quivering with the caress of the cool bedroom air. Then, as she hunched forward, the bud was forced inward by the sheer size of Ted's cock, and massaged by that throbbing hardness into a nerve-tingling bundle of excruciating ecstasy.

Her breasts, nipples engorged beyond anything she had ever anticipated, were plastered against his chest, rolling and sliding in the patina of perspiration and the delicious irritation of his wiry hair. Her belly, undulating with near-fluidic ripplings as she manipulated her hips above his, slapped down against the muscular hardness of his abdomen with noisy sounds of wet flesh pounding wetter flesh.

The pleasure was almost too much, yet such that she could do nothing but increase it by fucking the stiff cock with faster and harder hunches. She felt the shaft jerk, its heat suddenly increasing until she could easily imagine it to be glowing inside her racing cunt, and Ted's hips bounced wildly beneath her continued assault.

A hot wetness blasted against her womb, followed by still another savage spurt of the fiery liquid that raged through the nine-inch shaft, into her belly. Ted's body was writhing with the explosive convulsions of his come. His furious pelvic gyrations seemed to screw the exploding prick into her crotch, the jetting knob grinding against her womb as the semen was forced back about its originator to trickle sluggishly from the straining jaws of her cunt.

She lost control as her own orgasm ripped through her cock-

packed vagina, setting the slippery walls into a shuddering series of undulating spasms that raced inward, squeezing the invading prong and milking it with powerful tugs, sucking the creamy come from its bucking hardness and rubbing it with greedy caresses as Susan's ass twisted and hunched to heighten the already unbearable ecstasy. She screamed, but the sound was heard only in her lust-

crazed brain, blending with the rhythmic surges of her climax.

She had expected Ted's cock to detumesce immediately after spilling its copious load of semen, like the few others she had felt, jerking and spitting inside her cunt. But the shaft seemed more firm than before as she felt herself being toppled aside and onto her back, legs flailing in adjustment and scissoring the powerful hips that forced her thighs farther apart.

For the first time, she gave him her tongue in a saliva-

drenched kiss, wiggling it about inside his mouth as he sucked its meaty bulk with a force that made her grunt in meaningless protest.

She grunted again when he drew his cock almost free of her cream-filled snatch and drove it in again, slamming his heavy balls against her writhing ass and smashing his pubic ridge down against the pad of her soaked triangle.

Again and again, her pussy exploded in orgasmic joy, churning its slippery grip about the pistoning joint and chewing that huge head that hammered her womb with breathtaking force. Her fingers dug into his flexing ass cheeks, and her hips lunged up to meet his savage thrusts, working the dripping jaws of her cunt in a constant chewing of his driving prick.

She lost count of her comes, and added still another when Ted's cock began spurting its second load of nut-juice into her snatch. Too weak to move anything but her sweat-soaked breasts in an effort to recapture her breath, she felt Ted climb off, leaving her body tingling and weightless at the removal of the prolonged pressure, and her cunt still hungry for a continuation of that delicious stroking.

Eyes closed, she heard him pad across the room and open the hall door, but she was too enraptured with the lingering tremors in her belly to care why Ted was taking time out from his sensual labors.

The door closed again, quietly, and she heard the soft click of the lock. Lazily, she spread her legs wide, feeling the wetness seep from her cunt to bathe her perineum and anus. She was slick down there, slicker than she had ever been before.

Slick and hungry for more of that demanding cock.

A knee pressed the bed, and she welcomed the hips that fitted themselves between her thighs. Her own hips swiveled upward to meet the hot hardness that slid pulsating]y into her juicy crevice. She brought her legs up to wrap them about the narrow waist. Her arms embraced and pulled him down onto her sensitive tits as he began fucking her, steadily and delightfully.

Her eyes opened and widened. Her lips shaped a surprised oval.

"Clyde!" she gasped, her ass still working cooperatively beneath his pounding hips. "My own brother!"

It was not a protest. Even if she had wanted to object, her eager cunt would not have permitted more than a token complaint.

What he was doing to her felt too good, and she was too near another string of firecracker orgasms to make any attempt to halt his industrious probing of her slippery pussy.

Her ass bouncing and twisting in the throes of ecstasy, Susan was too busy coming to hear Ted Morgan's husky chuckle of approval.

Chapter 8

Linda Morgan was upset with her young cousin. Had she been capable of real anger, it would have been directed at Beth Porter for suggesting that Ted was even considering the dreadful thing the girl had so vividly described.

"Ted's eighteen years old, Linda," Beth had argued in their conversation following the interrupted dessert. "You're still a kid. If he does anything to you, It'll be both rape and incest."

Linda had shaken her head firmly, her baby face determined.

"I know what rape is, Beth," she reminded the girl. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I know a few things. Ted would never make me do something I didn't want to do. As for the part about incest, I don't care. I've wanted Ted to love me for ages."

"We're not talking about love, darn it!", Beth exclaimed.

"He wants to screw you. Don't you understand that?"

"And what's wrong with that?" Linda rejoined. Her shoulders shook with a little shiver of anticipation, making her small breasts tremble under the thin blouse. "Don't you ever want to let Clyde do it to you?"

Beth framed a shocked protest that became, instead, a mysterious smile of possible admission. Her tongue made a sensuous circuit of the red oval, finally curving its pointed tip upward as she studied her cousin's questioning face. The eyes, long-lashed and posing a question of their own, moved down to study Linda's thrusting tits, tracing the outline of their tiny nipples through the clinging blouse.

"Do we really need our brother's for what we're both thinking about?" she asked in a hush voice. "Couldn't we have fun without them?"

Linda stared at the girl with a confused frown. "I don't understand," she answered hesitantly. Seeing the direction of Beth's stare, her own eyes dropped to peer at the little tips that punched the thin fabric. "Do you like my titties?"

I'd like to see them without that blouse," Beth responded.

Her lashes flickered their excitement. "Did you ever have another girl play with them?"

Linda seemed unsurprised by the query, shaking her head as she answered. "No. But it sounds interesting." Her fingers toyed with the top button. "Would you like to play with mine?"

Beth's blonde hair bobbed an admission. "It's more fun when we play with each other's," she observed, taking a step toward the twin beauties that were revealed by the slowly opening blouse.

"Why don't we both get undressed?"

Agreeably, Linda shrugged off the blouse, the small breasts tightening with her movements, and began unzipping her short skirt. Beth stared with mounting excitement as the bikini panties were pushed down and she saw the chestnut curls of her selected target.

In moments, both girls were naked, their clothes left in two careless heaps as Beth drew the blonde nymphet against her own eager flesh. Linda gasped as their breasts met, pressed and yielded to their firm counterparts. Her hands explored the curve of a delightfully rounded ass. She stared at her cousin with wide eyes.

"Are you going to do what Ted did?" she asked innocently.

Beth's fingers tightened on a deliciously slender waist.

"What did Ted do?" she asked, anticipating the answer.

"He stuck his tongue in my pussy," was the naive reply. "It felt so good, I couldn't stop coming."

"Why don't you pretend that I'm Ted?" Beth whispered, moving her torso to rub her tingling tits against the swollen tips of the girl's firm breasts. Her own pussy was shivering with anticipation. If she could persuade Linda to use that dainty tongue on it, she would give her cousin a muff job she would never forget.

Linda's response was one Beth had not expected. "I don't like pretending," the girl murmured. She moved her furry crotch against Beth's plump labial mound. "Why can't we just be ourselves?"

Beth answered the delicious pressure by working her agile hips, increasing the pressure of the two young cunts. "Will you do what I ask you to?" she demanded huskily.

The brown head bobbed an eager assent, and the fingers on her quivering buttocks tugged aggressively. "It might be even better with you," Linda admitted. "I could do what you're doing. That would be fun." She grinned at Beth's hot gaze. "I've often wished I could reach my own pussy and lick it."

Beth began urging her back toward the bed, grinding her furry crotch against the warm moistness of its counterpart. She moved her flat belly in a delicate massage of Linda's softer abdomen, desire hastening their awkward progress toward the waiting mattress.

Linda fell backward, pulling Beth down with her, giggling as the girl's knees forced her legs apart and the warm naked body fitted itself against hers, Beth's face hovering with an expression Linda instinctively recognized. Her giggling subsided as she felt the girl's pussy slide its yielding lips against hers, and she gave a soft gasp as Beth's clitoris, stiffened with lust, eased its throbbing erection between her sensitive labia.

She knew what it was, although she had never dreamed that she would encounter one large enough to do what Beth was making hers do. The engorged cylinder was actually sliding in and out of her pussy as the girl's hips performed a rhythmic rise and fall, and the sensation was devastatingly wonderful.

She wiggled her ass responsively, careful to keep the answering hunches short so the miniature prick would not slip out of her tangling slit. Her fingers clutched the slowly bouncing bottom, and she welcomed the parted lips that descended upon her open mouth.

Tongues touched, tentatively and cautiously, then swirled eagerly and boldly as the taste of their blended saliva heightened the desire that pounded through their writhing bodies. The kiss seemed an extension of that exquisite massage, and the two mouths worked greedily, as if anticipating the moment when they would be glued to that other opening.

It was Linda who broke away to whisper, "Let me kiss your tittie, Beth. I want to know how it feels and tastes."

The small, thin sliver of hardened flesh slipped from its cozy nest as Beth climbed from between Linda's slender legs to crawl hurriedly to the head of the big bed, turning about until she faced the foot. She leaned over Linda's face, brushing her lips across her cousin's mouth and exclaiming, "You do whatever I do!"

Linda bobbed her head in eager agreement, wetting her lips as Beth inched her body downward until the pointed tips of her young breasts offered themselves to her open mouth. Her lips closed about one succulent nipple at the same instant Beth began sucking on her left tit.

It was a new and exciting experience for Linda, for her pleasure was doubled by the thrill of that resilient finger she held between gentle teeth, flogging its pulsating tip with quick lashes of her hot tongue. Beth was sucking greedily on her own target, and the two girls began a delightful series of matching caresses, each taking her cue from the other's lips and tongue.

Beth transferred her attention to the other breast and Linda released the swollen nipple to roll her head into position to claim its equally tasty mate, licking the pliant bud before drawing it into her mouth and nursing it with hungry suction.

The blonde girl's body shifted again, her mouth trailing wetly downward to where her tongue could twist its stiffened tip into the dainty indentation of Linda's navel, her own belly contracting as she felt her cousin's tongue provide a matching caress that sent a quiver of anticipation through her aroused pussy.

Technically, Beth Porter was still a virgin, as was Linda.

However, while Linda had experienced only that one wonderful evening with Ted, Beth had been enjoying the pleasures of oral sex since she was twelve years old, persuading a select few of her girl friends to do the same thing Linda was doing.

She had never tried it with a boy, although the thought of taking a hard cock inside her mouth had crossed her mind more times than she would admit. If only they would be satisfied with that, she would have gone down on any one of a dozen males she had known. But, it was obvious that their immediate goal was forcing their big prick into her tight little snatch, and she was too afraid of the pain when her pussy was stretched by that thick hardness.

Having a larger than normal clitoris was a decided asset, Beth had learned, especially when she could talk her partner into letting her slide it into the hot grip of a virgin asshole. She had already determined that Linda would permit her that liberty, but she wanted to wait until they had explored the other possibilities before fucking the lovely creature whose chestnut-

haired pussy now waited for her eager tongue.

She raised her head, examining the delicate trench with hungry eyes, observing the distended clitoris, much smaller than her own, at the peak of the moist slit.

"Let's suck each other's clit!" she exclaimed, lowering her hips above Linda's upturned face so the girl could reach her furry crotch.

Instead of using words, Linda answered by fastening her wet lips about the meaty spear and working her tongue over its sensitive tip. Beth provided an extra friction by sliding the engorged stem in and shut of the girl's mouth, feeling the light touch of the teeth as Linda began sucking, awkwardly, but avidly.

Slowly, Beth lowered her tits to the soft belly and extended her tongue until it barely touched the moist membranes of the girl's cunt, avoiding the inviting lovebud until she had thoroughly explored the yielding orifice that quivered at her tentative caress. She forced her tongue into the pulsing slit, tasting its tangy nectar and probing the shuddering corridor by twisting her oral muscle around inside its slippery grip.

She pushed her open mouth against the soft lips of the pussy, exhaling her warm breath into the delicate channel. Linda's hips jerked, and her thighs leapt upward to clamp about Beth's head.

Her own mouth, greedily feasting on the oversized clit, released its hold so she could duplicate the delicious contact on the blonde cunt that mashed its pliant mound against her teeth.

Linda felt a flood of warm juice spill from the interior of the pussy, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. Its tartness sent waves of pleasure through her gulping throat, and she worked her ass in eager response to Beth's flashing tongue.

Her fingers clutched at the pumping hips above her head, tugging at the flexing buttocks as her tongue slithered in and out of the dripping cunt. The juice, escaping her busy lips, trickled down her cheeks and chin and she found herself welcoming the sensations it evolved.

She felt her orgasm building, spurred by Beth's slashing tongue, and she yielded to the smashing waves of ecstasy that washed through her convulsing pussy, its spasming lips tightening about the thrusting oral muscle that massaged the tingling nerve-

ends in the pulsing labia.

Even as Beth loosed another flood of cuntal honey Into her greedy mouth, Linda found herself comparing her present pleasure to that created by Ted's powerful tongue and huge throbbing cock.

The thought of that rearing hardness made her seek Beth's clitoris with her avid lips, sucking its delicious spear until the girl's orgasm made it retreat into its fleshy hood.

Beth, half-crazed by the ecstasy of her come, worried her mouth against Linda's slippery crotch, rubbing her chin, nose and forehead in that juicy trench, and coating her face with its tart exudation. She licked her way over the taut plane of the girls perineum and flicked the tip of her hot tongue against the tiny anal circlet, a caress that brought Linda's lithe hips writhing upward in eager welcome.

Her own body shook with excitement as she felt Linda's tongue perform the same delightful worship, culminating with its stiffened point forcing its way into the elastic ring of sensitive muscles to slide, wriggling and twisting, up her responsive asshole.

The two bodies curved, straining for a position where each could probe deeper into the forbidden channel. The two tongues curled and fluttered, massaging the nerve-laced rings of palpitating flesh. Two chins dripped with vaginal juice as the prolonged thrusting evoked another orgasmic outpouring from the empathizing cunts.

Panting with excitement, Beth dismounted, only to twist her body about and cover Linda's cream-smeared mouth with her own in a wild kiss that ended with Linda licking her face to claim the juices gathered during their frantic coupling.

Easily, expertly, Beth fitted her hips between the girl's willing legs, grinding her slippery cunt against its equally oily counterpart, feeling her clitoris regain its stiffened stance and slide into the hot grip of Linda's pulsating pussy. Their tits, coated with sweat, slipped and rolled, nipple caressing nipple as their bodies moved in adjustment.

"Pull your legs up high, Linda," Beth whispered, arching her neck to permit the girl's tongue to bathe the area below her dainty chin. Let me stick it in your ass!"

The slender legs climbed higher, scissoring the narrow waist and lifting her parted buttocks for the invasion of that prick-

like clitoral spear, her body tensing as she felt the hardness slide up into her tender anus.

Employing short savage strokes, Beth began fucking the whimpering blonde, stroking her clit in and out of the clenching asshole while her belly slammed against the splayed lips of the adjacent cunt.

"Relax when I slide it in," she instructed the moaning girl.

"Then, tighten up as I pull it out."

Eagerly, Linda worked her hot sphincter around the stroking clit, gasping with heightened pleasure as the hardness massaged her flexing circle. She stared up into her cousins flushed face with lust-glazed eyes.

"I wish," she panted, "you had a real dick! It feels good!"

Beth's pelvis pounded harder and faster, her clitoris stabbing the juicy asshole with vicious thrusts. She grabbed the girls blonde hair, holding her face in position as she moistened her lips for a kiss that would carry her into and through the approaching come.

Don't talk!" she cried. "Just let me do it!"

Linda did not object. She welcomed the tongue that fluttered inside her mouth and the hot stiffness that probed at her flexing bottom. Closing her eyes, she pretended that the clit was Ted's prick. That was all she needed to loose her own orgasmic gusher, spilling the hot juice down onto Beth's love shaft as that throbbing organ retreated in its own gut-wrenching climax.

Chapter 9

Ted Morgan studied the single sheet of paper atop the desk, his pen poised above the three names he had written. His handsome mouth tilted in amusement as he closed his eyes and let the point touch the paper. His eyes opened to find a tiny dot between the names of his Stepmother and his sister. The grin broadened.

Why not, he mused. It would be fun humping the two together.

So far, he had confined his screwing to Joyce and Susan, but he had no intention of passing up the obvious pleasure of those two pussies he had not as yet sampled He glanced down at the third name on the sheet. It seemed appropriate that he should save the blonde haired Beth until last.

By the time he was ready to initiate the youngest member of the Porter family, the others would offer little opposition to his plans for her.

Yes, Dorothy and Linda would he quite able to supply all the activity he would require for one night. He recalled the way his Stepmother had reacted after she got her first taste of his cock, and he felt that meaty shaft begin swelling inside his slacks. It would be interesting to have them both work on it.

Linda lacked experience. But she made up for that lack with her youthful enthusiasm. Moreover, Ted was convinced that the girl would do anything he might suggest, a trait Dorothy had not exhibited. That possible hesitation would provide an extra thrill. All he had to do, he concluded, was find out what the redhead didn't like, and force her to do it.

Climbing to his feet, he left the room to find his Stepmother arranging a centerpiece of freshly cut flowers in the dining room.

Without speaking he walked up behind her and jammed his pelvis against her lush ass, grinding the bulge of his swelling prick into the warm crease of her buttocks.

Dorothy braced her hands on the table and flexed her ass cheeks cooperatively, sucking in a sharp breath when his hands reached around to cup her firm breasts and squeeze their resilient mounds.

"I wondered when you'd get around to finishing what you started," she murmured in a throaty purr. She moved her bottom against the stiffness that throbbed insistently. "I can do more with that thing than Joyce."

Ted chuckled. "You'll have to really put out to beat her,"

he murmured, moving his hips to slide his erection through the deep cleft. Her dress yielded to the pressure, permitting the outlined cock to slip delightfully between the firm cheeks.

"Bring Linda to my room tonight," he said quietly. "We'll see if you're as good in the sack as you are on your knees."

Dorothy stiffened slightly. "You're going to let her watch?"

He pinched her nipple, making her grunt with the slight pain.

"She'll be doing a hell of a lot more than watching," he assured her. "It's time my baby sister learned how to use that pussy."

Dorothy's voice showed more excitement than surprise as she said, "Do you think she's ready for that big thing?"

"If I tell her she's ready," Ted replied softly, squeezing the nipples of both tits with each word, "she's ready."

Her breasts tingling, Dorothy watched her stepson walk from the room, her brain whirling with conflicting emotions. She detested the boy's arrogance, yet she had to admit that it was the same demanding harshness that made her willing to cooperate in any plan he might devise.

That first night, she had surrendered to his lust in order to maintain her personal security. But her willingness stemmed from her own hunger. Not even Ralph's eager assault had diminished the quivering need between her voluptuous thighs, and her throat ached for yet another baptism of bubbling hot sperm.

Still another desire swept through her body when she informed Linda of Ted's demand, for the lovely girl clapped her hands with happiness and threw herself against Dorothy's firm breasts with a little squeal of delight.

"I'm glad you're going to be there, Dorothy," she told her Stepmother. I love Ted so much that I'd do anything in the world for him. But I am s