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THE ADVERNTURES OF RACHEL ROUNDHEELS

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PREFACE

My Dad says nobody in a million years is ever gonna believe that this story was written by a fifteen year old girl (Okay, nineteen now, actually- I was fifteen when this stuff happened) :^)

He says I should misspell a few things and use more slang terms like AWESOME. I suppose I should take his advice, he's only been writing commercials for about twenty years, but I just refuse to degrade my own work by pandering to people's low expectations. It may only be a stupid work of erotica, but personally, I think it's a pretty good one. I don't know about you, but I hate to read a sex story written by an idiot. I mean, who wants to fuck and suck with an idiot? I can't picture hot cum and sexy bodies when the copy makes me think of illiterate rednecks and fat old couch potatoes.

So here it is, believe whatever you want. It all really happened, most of it exactly the way I've told it here (although I did leave out some stuff- details and people who really didn't matter and aren't horny to read about). This isn't the sort of writer I really want to be anyway, but Dad says it's good practice, and a lot of people might like to read about this stuff, 'cause it's kind of unusual. Frankly, I don't think it's all that unusual- in my experience at least, it's about as common as you want it to be. Maybe Family Fun was unusual in his day, or just in his neighborhood, I don't know, but I think you can usually make it happen if you want it. Everybody has hot fantasies, some people are just pussy to act on them. Most cultures are still freaking out on incest way too much anyway- it feels just as good as any other sex- (in some ways it's WAY hotter), and if you're not breeding babies, what's the big deal? I've done it, and I know at least three other people my age who've done it, too, in one form or another, so maybe unusual is the wrong word. I think it's really hot'n'erotic, and I love to hear other people's Family adventures, so maybe you'll like mine, too.

Who knows, if it goes over well, maybe I'll tell a few more true stories- if THIS is unusual, boy have I got some wild tales to tell you...

Oh, by the way, as you probably figure, ROUNDHEELS is not my real last name- that was my Dad's idea- he says it was the name of a character in an erotic novel he used to jack off to as a teenager, by an author named TED MARK. Dad can't remember the name of the book, but he says there was a really hot flamenco dance scene in it...(I can't imagine that as erotic, the only flamenco dance I've ever seen was years ago, in that commercial "STOP! That's no way to kill roaches!")...anyway, apparently there was a character in that book named Rhonda Roundheels or something, and it does kind of work well with my first name, so...

enjoy...cum lots! love, Rachel

The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy

CHAPTER ONE

"I wish we'd been born sisters." Jesse said, gently daubing 'Watermelon Pink' lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it. I could feel her humid breath on my cunt and it was making me really horny.

"How come?" I asked, although I thought I knew the answer. I know her pretty well, I think - besides, we think a lot alike.

"'Cause," She said, leaning forward and lightly licking my labia, letting her tongue just dance across them, teasing. "I just think it would be so cool to be doing this stuff with somebody I was like, related to -wouldn't that be incredibly kinky?"

"For a moment I couldn't answer, 'cause the feeling of her tongue on my cuntlips made me catch my breath and close my eyes. I opened them, sighing impatiently.

"God-damn, Jesse, if you're gonna lick me, lick me! I hate it when you get me all hot like that and don't let me cum."

"Alriiiight -godd, don't be such a bitch, Rachel...this stuff won't go on right, anyway -you're too wet." She leaned forward again, sucking my nether-lips into her mouth and lapping her tongue into my slit, then up along the clit. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, moaning.

"Don't you think that would be hot, She continued between licks, 'To like, fuck someone in your own family?"

Actually, I thought it would be very specifically hot, but I wasn't ready to tell her about that particular fantasy -not just yet...it was too weird.

"Mmmm... maybe, " I said, wriggling my ass under her tongue, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," She said, holding my pussylips apart with her thumb and forefinger. "I guess it's just exciting 'cause you're not supposed to do it, ever." Her tongue began rapidly flicking back and forth across my clit and I nearly screamed from the intensity of the sensation. I reached down to her head and lightly touched her hair, caressing her ears.

"Ooooh, godd." I groaned, my back arching up off the bed. I was wishing for a mouth at my nipples. One very particular mouth. I could almost see him, feel him.

"haven't you ever imagined making it with somebody that you're never supposed to think about that way -like an uncle, or a cousin...or your dad?"

Jesse reached across the floor, almost without looking up, and snagged the slim lipstick tube from the carpet. Still licking my rigid little clit, she started easing the small plastic cylinder into my tight, puckered sphincter. The intensity was too much -I thrashed and writhed in wild orgasm, biting on my fist to keep from screaming out loud.

"Yess!" I squealed, my teeth leaving deep marks in my first two fingers, "Oh godd, YEESSS!"

Jesse sighed, looking out across the backyard. Against the back fence, her brother Chris fought with a lawnmower that seemed tangled in something too far away for us to see.

"Mmm-mmm...hunky-dory, huh?" She said. "I gotta have it. I GOTTA HAVE IT!"

"Okaaaay," I said, "Go ahead -have it."

"Her shoulders fell, her face dropped into a pout. "I don't know HOW,"

She whined, "I'm scared, Rachel. What if he thinks I'm a gross ol'

whore?"

"He's a guy, Jess," I told her, "It doesn't matter what he thinks -he'll do it anyway. You're a hot little hardbody. Sister or not, he's not gonna say no to a pretty piece of pussy."

Across the yard, the sound of the mower died. Chris began pushing it back toward the house and the back deck where we sat lounging in the Saturday morning sunshine. He left the mower in the grass next to the house and bounded up the wooden steps of the deck, headed for the backdoor, into the house.

"Good morning!" I quipped, peeking at him over the top of my heart-shaped sunglasses. He stared at me as he walked past. I smiled sweetly, knowing he could see my pretty pear- shaped tits through my thin T-shirt.

Jesse leaned forward in her lawn chair as the french doors closed behind him, to get a last look at his buns in his cutoffs.

"Gotta have it!" She growled through clenched teeth. "Hey, slut -what are you tryin' to do, steal my action?"

"Huh?" I said, a little bewildered, until I realized she was staring at my lap. I looked down to see that my long T-shirt had ridden up over my crossed legs, to expose my blonde bush and my pouting cuntlips, still glistening with my moisture, Jesse's saliva, and a sheen of 'Watermelon Pink' lipstick. "Oops!" I grinned sheepishly, and we both burst into a hail of demented giggles.

Ssssh..." I whispered to Jess, my hand turning the bathroom doorknob slowly, silently. I opened the door just a hairline crack and peeked in.Through the steam I could see Chris' silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower stall.

Opening the door a little more, I slipped inside, Jesse following close behind, both of us naked. Amid the clothes scattered on the floor was a Penthouse magazine, opened to the centerfold of a girl with dark indian-like hair, like Jesse's, looking back over her shoulder, her ass to the camera. The girl's mons was puffy and dark, almost a lavender color. Jesse stared at the picture, engrossed -she loved to eat a pretty pussy.

"Shit," I whispered in Jesse's ear, pointing at the magazine. "I hope he didn't cum yet.' She burst again into hysterical giggles, I pressed my hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

"Jesse!" Chris yelled, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

I let go her guffawing yap and snatched open the shower door.

"Snack Attack!" I said, and climbed into the shower, pinning a very surprised Chris against the tile wall with a passionate kiss. I felt my breasts press against his chest, the nipples instantly stiffening.

Chris instantly stiffened, too. I grabbed his lengthening cock in one hand and pumped it, feeling it grow rigid in my fingers. I looked up at Jesse, still standing outside the shower watching hungrily.

"Have some?" I queried, offering her the meat. She stepped into the shower with us and I moved aside to give her some room -it was awfully crowded with the three of us in there. I stood under the shower head, pulling Chris' back against me, so I could kiss his ears and neck and watch. Jesse knelt before him and began to devour his cock.

Chris was so stunned by the soft pink ambush, he could only stand there, eyes wide, mouth agape, saying "God-Damn!....Jesus!...God-Damn!" over and over again, as his cute little sister's luscious full lips bobbed up and down the length of his cockshaft. after awhile, he just groaned, his head rolling back loosely on his shoulders while I snaked my tongue into his ears, bit tiny teeth-marks into his neck and ran my hands up and down the sides of his body in sensuous caresses

"We wanna make you cum, baby." I whispered in his ears. "We're gonna fuck your balls blue, would you like that?"

"Uh-HUH!" He grunted, thrusting his hips, plunging his dick deeper, faster into his sister's bloated cheeks. She pulled his hard pink stick from her mouth, rubbing the slick shaft along her face, licking his wrinkled scrotum.

"Mmmm...wait...don't cum yet," She said. "You gotta fuck me first -I gotta have it!" She clambered up from the shower floor, almost slipped and fell as she turned around to offer him her ass. When she looked back over her shoulder, grasping between her legs for his cock, to guide it into her pussy, she looked just like the girl in the Penthouse magazine. Chris put his hands on her firm young asscheeks as his prick eased into his sister's sweet snatch.

"Aaaah, godd," He groaned, That's so good...so fuckin' tight..."

"It not only feels good," I said from behind his shoulder, "It tastes great, too."

"Oh, man." He smiled, still thrusting his hips back and forth, his shiny wet dick poking in and out. I could tell he was imagining the picture of his hot little sis an' me, locked in a sloppy sixty-nine, each with her face buried in the other's soft tender crotch.

"Are you gonna fill 'er up," I asked him, "Or can I have the jizz?"

"GOTTA HAVE IT!" Jesse cried, slamming her bottom back against her brother's lap. "Fuck me, FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE ME!" She ground her ass against him, pressing for every inch of cock she could get. "CUM, baby, CUM for me! GOTTA HAVE MY BROTHER"S SPERM!"

Chris grabbed her hips hard and pushed deep. His body locked into position and he froze. From deep in his chest came a long, low, guttural grunting moan, that seemed to last almost a full minute, while Jesse screamed and writhed like a banshee on the end of his dick. I could almost see the gallons of hot, thick, steaming cum pumping rythymically from down in his balls, up through the length of his prick, to spurt in hot, gooey jets far into the core of his sister's sucking cunt.

Finally, he relaxed, loosening his hold on Jesse's hips. She collapsed to her knees on the shower floor, still moaning and panting, his cock coated thickly with their juices, popping free, half-hard. Chris leaned back against me, exhausted, breathing deeply.

"Wow." He said softly. "That was incredible."

"Oh you're not done yet, are you?" I whined at him, grinning. "I was just gonna lick that sticky cock off for you, so we could start again."

CHAPTER TWO

We stumbled into Jesse's room, the three of us still soaking wet, giggling and groping -Chris couldn't get over the fact that he had not one, but two naked girls pawing him, eager to please him sexually in any way the bunch of us could dream up. Jess was in drooling ecstasy over the fact that she had a warm cuntful of her brother's fresh jizz, the fulfillment of her longtime fantasy. I was just really, really horny after watching the two of them fucking each other into a lather in the shower, and more than ready to get a little orgasm action of my own.

As we all climbed onto the big bed, I rolled onto my back and pulled Chris toward me. "My turn." I said to him, kissing his lips lightly and reaching for his cock as he climbed toward me. I fondled his hard-on as he kissed and nuzzled my soft firm titties and began to kiss his way down my belly. I could feel the inner walls of my cunt contract in anticipation as he moved his mouth slowly, aimlessly toward my pussy.

"C'mere." I grunted, tugging on his thighs. He got the message and turned himself around into a sixty-nine, his gorgeous young pink erection grazing across my face. I grabbed it roughly and stuffed it into my mouth. I was really horny and didn't feel like waiting.

That thick fleshy cockshaft stretching my lips, the swollen knob under my roiling tongue, tasted so good I couldn't get enough. Chris was circumcised, but the skin on his shaft was still loose enough to slide up and down, sheathing about half the head. I pumped and milked, squeezing out small pearly drops of cum and lapping them up with the tip of my tongue.

Chris buried his face in my crotch and began to lick. He didn't know nearly as much about eating pussy as his little sister, but he was hungry for it. He lapped and poked and probed, his tongue jabbing deep up into my cunt and painting my labia in broad, flat strokes.

I could feel Jesse moving around on the bed, could see her moving over us, hands caressing Chris' ass, but it wasn't till I heard Chris moan that I realized what she was doing. She had pried his cheeks apart directly over my slurping blowjob, and was licking and probing his asshole with her talented tongue. I knew how delicious that felt, she'd done it to me plenty and it turned me on even more to know Chris was getting that exquisite sensation for the first time. I ran my tongue up his dickshaft and tenderly kissed his balls, slathering them with my saliva.

"I gotta fuck you, Rache." Chris said, almost apologetically as he gently pulled his prick from my mouth and turned around to kneel over me. He kissed me deeply and tenderly, our tongues twirling, mixing the sex juices we'd been lapping. He prodded my fuckhole with the blunt head of his dick and it slid right in.

"Oh, man." He sighed into my ear. "Nice cunt."

He began to fuck me in a smooth, steady back and forth motion, his crotch ever-so-lightly slapping against mine. The easy pistoning felt great and I held onto his arms, letting myself rise toward the hot contraction I knew wasn't far away.

Jesse had moved back around behind her brother again and I could see her burying her face in his ass, still teasing his crinkled little butthole with her tongue. It must have gotten difficult with him pumping up and down into me, 'cause after awhile she stopped, looking around his body at me and winking. I was just about to ask her "What?", when I felt Chris stiffen and grunt sharply and I knew what she was doing.

"Aaaah," Chris groaned. "man, that's intense!"

His fuck-strokes became shorter, sharper, more jabbing from the hip.

My clit was tingling and I came in warm waves, wrapping my ankles around his legs.

I felt his cock start to throb and get rock-hard inside me, and I knew he was gonna cum any second, so I slipped my hips back and pulled him out of me with my hand.

"Let me see it, baby." I said, pumping, milking him, without breaking rythym. "Show me your cum."

"Oh, godddd!" He groaned and let go.

It squirted from his cock in long, thin streams, not nearly as thick this time as the goop I'd licked from his dick in the shower, but still creamy and beautiful. I felt the warm spray spattering my tits, laying cum-trails across my nipples. Some splattered on my face and I flicked out my tongue, hoping to catch a drop or two in my mouth. I continued to stroke him, even after he stopped pulsing and jerking in my hand, the sticky semen drooling over my fist to drip onto my belly.

"Woah." He said, and rolled over to lay beside me.

Jesse leapt into the breach and began to lick up and down the length of my torso, painting my belly and breasts with her brother's jism, licking the slimy fluid from my firm young flesh. She continued even after she'd completely cleaned the cum from my entire body, even licking my face clean. She seemed fixated on my tits, nuzzling and sucking them gently, almost purring.

"Boy," Chris said weakly after awhile. "I need a nap."

CHAPTER THREE

I lay on my back on the bed with my knees in the air, feet dangling loosely, legs spread wide. With my left hand I held a handmirror, positioned at an angle over my crotch, so I had a full view of both my sensitive holes. My right arm was stretched down the length of my body, wrist bent sharply around my smooth buttcheek. My cunt oozed slippery juice in excitement while I watched the pale puckered orifice of my sphincter gently sucking like a sea anenome, as my middle finger probed my steaming little teenage anus. It was so hot! My butthole was so tight, clinging to my stiff finger, the feel of the tender tissue inside my body so erotic -and that hot tingly burning sensation as I fingerfucked my hungry asshole made me moan quietly to myself.

After a few minutes of watching this deliciously erotic sight, I dropped the mirror and moved my left hand to my clit. The poor little pink love bud was sooo lonely. The instant I began to strum it with my thumb, I started cumming, my moisture drooling down my crack, coating the finger in my anus.

Kee-rist, was I pissed when the phone rang!

"What!?" I barked into the receiver.

"Umm...Rachel?" Said the voice on the other end. It was Chris.

"Yeh-usss," I said, rather impatiently, still gently moving the finger in my asshole back and forth. My pussy was literally dripping and I was in no mood to wait.

"Hi...whatcha doin'?"

Oh, not now Chris, I thought. I really don't have the time. So I told him.

"Playing with myself." I shifted the receiver underneath my chin, so I could put my other hand back to good use.

"No shit?" He said, though I could tell he didn't believe me.

"What do you want, Chris?" I began to whine at him, "I was just about to cum and you're pissing me off."

"Sorry." He said, sounding genuinely hurt. "I just thought I'd see if you wanted to fuck."

What's that? Somebody callin' my name?

"Well, why didn't you say that? Is Jesse cummin' too?"

"No, " He said, rather cautiously. "She's out of town shopping with Mom. But, um...I could bring somebody along, if you want."

"Chriiiss," I chided him. Have you been telling our little secrets?"

"Just to this one guy, Rache -I swear." He assured me. "He's my best friend."

"Does he have a big dick?" I asked, twirling an index finger in little circles around my clit.

"Shit, Rachel, I don't know!" He said, flustered by the question. But I had a feeling he did know.

"Come on over." I said, smiling to myself. "Nobody home but me."

I jumped in and out of the shower, to rinse off the sex-sweat and pulled on a cute black sweater- dress that barely covered my buttcheeks. I debated whether or not to wear panties, just to tease them with, but I figured they wouldn't be on long enough to matter, anyway.

The guys gawked and stammered nervously when I answered the door. I just turned and went on into the living room, bouncing onto the couch to perch on my knees. The dress rode up, exposing my soft thighs and the lower half of my furry mons.

"Oh, man." blurted Chris' friend, staring in disbelief.

"Toldja she was hot." replied Chris.

I smiled at them sweetly and ran my fingers through my golden bush.

"Wanna kiss it?" I half-whispered.

"No shit!" said the new guy, dropping to his knees and waddling over to the couch. I leaned back against the sofa, still on my knees to thrust my crotch forward, and he pressed his nose against my pubic hair, nuzzling my pussy. I reached down, spreading the lips with my fingers to give him a better view and he began licking my little pink clit like a puppy, lapping and smacking, covering his face in my juices and his saliva. I purred and motioned for Chris to come up.

He stepped up onto the couch to stand beside me and undid his jeans, taking out a beautiful full grown erection and pointing it at my face.

I leaned over and slid my mouth over the tip, closing my lips around the crown and sucking gently, then going all the way down the shaft.

"Aaaah." Chris closed his eyes and stroked my neck.

"Mmmmph." mumbled his friend as he kissed his way up my belly, rolling the black dress up as he went. I grabbed it at my midriff and pulled it off over my head, so he could suck and fondle my breasts as he stood.

"Oh, that feels niiice," I said to him. "What's your name?"

"Daryl." He said, switching his mouth from breast to breast. He reached down with one hand and fumbled his dick from his pants.

Leaning back a little, he began rubbing the engorged head against my wet slit, up and down, against the labia and clit.

"Mmmm." I moaned, taking Chris' cock out of my mouth and leaning forward to kiss Daryl. He frenched me back deeply, swirling his tongue around mine with obvious hunger.

Well now, I thought, that's unusual -I just took his friend's cum-drooling dick out of my mouth and he doesn't mind kissing me?

When we broke from the kiss, I went back to Chris' cock for a moment, sucking it deeply, licking along the shaft, then offered it to Daryl.

"Wanna taste?"

He looked at me, unsure. Looked at the glistening spit-slick erection in my hand. Looked at Chris, who was watching us both through half-closed eyes.

"Will somebody put their mouth on my cock, please?" He grumbled.

Daryl leaned forward and plunged his face onto his buddy's thick pink hard-on, sucking the stick all the way into his mouth.

"Too fucking cool." I said, more excited than ever.

A few minutes later we were all naked in a pile on the floor, Chris on his back, with me kneeling over in a sixty-nine, Daryl plunging into my soaking pussy from behind, doggie-style. Ocassionally, Daryl would pull his slippery cock out to rub it back and forth in the crack of my sweaty behind.

I sucked and pumped Chris' swollen prick, pulling and stroking with my fist while my tongue teased and flicked around the head. He tongued and kissed my pussy eagerly, lapping at the shaft of Daryl's cock as it slid back and forth above his nose. Nibbling and kissing Daryl's wrinkled sac, Chris reached up and grasped his friend's turgid dick by the base, stroking and milking it as it fucked into my slimy cunt. I could feel Daryl's head begin to twitch and quiver inside me.

"Oooh, I'm gonna cum!" He grunted, jabbing into me in harder, deeper strokes. "Mmm, here it is, baby!" He pushed his hips against my ass and froze.

Moving quickly and surprising us both, Chris reached up with his free hand and pushed against my buttcheeks, knocking me slightly forward.

His other fist still firmly clenching Daryl's cock, he yanked the swollen meat from my anticipating pussy, his mouth opening into a wide hungry yawn, tongue sticking straight up just like a baby bird's, just as Daryl's thick, creamy load came spurting in sticky white gobs to cover Chris' greedy face. It squirted across his chest, across my sweaty bottom, across his closed eyelids, into his mouth to cover his wriggling tongue. Chris rubbed the still spasming dick against his cheeks, scooping the globs of warm sperm into his mouth using the blunt purple head as a spoon. He licked Daryl's cock clean and lay there panting.

"Too...fucking...COOL." I said, watching in amazement. This was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

I turned myself around to straddle Chris' own rigid dick and slid it into my now flaming cunt. "You guys are fucking amazing."

I wriggled my hips back and forth, around and around, sliding up and down on Chris' cock, leaning over to brush his lips with my nipples.

"Unnh!" He said, and spurted a warm load of his own into my thrashing twat. "Thanks." He mumbled against my breasts.

"You're not done yet." I said to him, getting off. I lay back on my bottom, spreading my legs wide, holding my nether-lips apart with my fingers, so both could see Chris' thick, creamy jism oozing from my bright pink vagina, to run down the crack of my behind.

"Come and get it, guys." I grinned at them, and they both grinned back, licking their lips and crawling toward me.

The incredible sensations as the two of them buried their faces together in my widespread crotch had me wriggling and squirming across the floor. I felt my back press up against the edge of the couch and my feet planted firmly on the carpet, lifting my bottom up to meet those two writhing tongues.

"Ooooh,goddd." I moaned, as I shuddered uncontrollably in wave after wave of blasting orgasm. Tingling wet pleasure swirled and danced around my straining clit as their twin mouths nibbled and sucked at my pussylips, lapping up the sticky, stringy cum that drooled warmly from my squeezing, contracting cunt.

"Stop! Stop!" I begged finally. I've gotta rest!" The guys came up grinning, both their faces shiny with cum and lubrication.

They both lounged on the carpet, looking sleepy and satisfied, while I went off to the shower to stand under the soothing jets of hot water for awhile. When I came back, they were both dressing hurriedly.

"I gotta get Daryl home," Chris explained. "He's supposed to be grounded."

"Hey, wait," I said, fluffing my hair with a towel. "can you drop me off at my Dad's?"

CHAPTER FOUR

"Dad's got all kinds of neat music paraphanalia," I was telling Chris as I opened the door, "Records, Cds, autographed promotional stuff -it's a pretty big collection." The house was silent as we stepped inside, but I knew Dad must be around somewhere, his car was in the drive.

"I don't hear any music -he must be cruisin' the cybernet," I told Chris, "When Dad's not jammin' to dinosaur rock, he's usually yakkin'

at strangers on the computer networks. I swear, sometimes I think he's having sex with his keyboard or something." I wasn't too far wrong.

I strolled down the dim hallway and stuck my head around the doorway of Dad's office, ready to call out "Yo, dad whazzup?" or something equally inane, but my attention was snagged by the picture on the computer monitor. It was a full-color shot of a naked teenage girl, her lips wrapped tightly around the most enormous erect dick I'd ever seen, while thick streams of milky cum purled down her face to drip from her chin. My stomach went tight and a little queasy and my vaginal muscles contracted slowly and involuntarily. Suddenly the whole room seemed kind of distant and unreal, except for the face of the girl in the picture. It wasn't so amazing that Dad might have a nasty picture on his computer screen, or even that he might have a thing for a cute teenage girl. The weird part was, the girl looked just like ME.

I turned my head to look at Chris standing beside me in the door, but he just gaped, open mouthed, looking even more dumbfounded than I felt. I looked back, waiting for him to comment on the resemblance, when I saw my Dad -I'd been looking OVER him. He was sitting in the chair before the monitor, bent over double like a paper doll. I'd have thought he was dead or something except for the bobbing motion as his head moved slightly up and down, but it wasn't until he came up a little farther, gasping for air, that I saw his shiny wet dick poking up from the waistband of his sweats, and knew what he was doing. My Dad was sucking his own cock!

"Too. Fucking. Cool." I blurted, not realizing at first that I'd spoken aloud. The wheels in my head were turning so fast I couldn't grasp and hold a single concrete thought. I was in like, Maximum Overdrive. While Chris may have been the fulfillment of his sister's deep dark incest fantasies, mine had always been my dear ol' Dad. Of course, I'd always imagined that when I was finally ready to take the plunge, it would be a warm'n'snuggly Dad'n'daughter cuddle kinda thing -but it was a little too late to turn and tiptoe out of the room now.

'Oops- sorry, I'll come back later.' just wasn't gonna cut it.

Dad froze for a moment, then slowly, stiffly raised himself and turned his head toward me.

"Didn't think you were gonna get here till later." He said, with a very embarrassed grin. His dick twitched in the cool air and I stared at it in open awe. It was bigger and lots thicker than any I'd had, puffy and meaty looking -a really big mouthful, and I was suddenly aware that I was salivating.

"Oh, shit!" Dad said, apparently noticing Chris for the first time.

I gave a quick glance around, to see that Chris, too, was silently ogling dad's beautiful cock.

"That's really cool, Dad." I said, trying to deflate some of the awkward tension in the room. I looked him in the eyes, sliding my hands into the back pockets of my shorts and thrusting my chest out a little, to be sure he caught a look at my nipples through my T-shirt.

"Well...it isn't exactly something I ever intended to do for an audience." He said, still smiling weakly. for a moment I was afraid he might ask us to leave and just pretend it had never happened. "I didn't think that was even possible for humans." Chris volunteered suddenly, "I tried it once or twice when I was a kid, but I couldn't even come close."

"Me either," dad grinned crookedly, relaxing a little. "I read about it in Penthouse Forum when I was about your age -some guy wrote in claiming he did it all the time. It sounded pretty hot to me, so I tried it. Lay down on my back, threw my legs back over my head and lay there wishing with my stiff dick dangling about six inches above my face."

"So how'd you figure out how to do it?" Chris asked, still stealing glances at my father's lovely erection. Dad didn't acknowledge the admiring looks, but I noticed his cock pulsing and quivering just a bit, a gleaming drop of cum welling up at the slit of it's head, just begging to be licked off.

"It's not so much a specific trick, as just teaching the body to learn the position," Dad said, "At first I noticed that when you're upside down, you can catch your feet under something like a drawer or a headboard ledge and use it to curl your body even more tightly. That's how I learned to get the tip past my lips. Later, I learned that if you loosen up the back and shoulder muscles enough, you can do it sitting down like this and get even more -sometimes about half the shaft."

"Wow." gushed Chris, still staring at Dad's dick with a faraway look in his eye, and I knew what he'd be doing when he got home.

"You mean you've been doing this a long time?" I asked him. Obviously my Pop was a lot more kinky than I'd ever thought. "Does Mom know?"

"Your mother was never interested in anything so unusual. I tried to turn her on to a few things, but she just didn't want to know. She thought things like this were perverse and disgusting."

Oh, you poor baby, I thought, Let me make you feel all better.

"Perverse, maybe," I said, walking over to kneel at his feet. "But no way disgusting! Show me that again, Daddy, that was really hot!"

I looked up at him from between his legs and he leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, even started to raise my lips to his, but he reached under his thighs, locked his elbows around his legs and his mouth descended straight onto his still erect cock, the head pushing past his puckered lips, till he had the first half of it buried in his mouth. Then he came slowly up, and I watched from inches away, as the shaft eased wetly, a millimeter at a time out of his swollen cheeks, the crown of the purple head finally appearing just before it popped out, waggling stiffly in the air. He licked around the head, then dived onto the pole again, now bobbing up and down, sucking in earnest, his spittle drooling down the shaft and around his tight, wrinkled scrotum.

I couldn't believe I was actually seeing this! It was so amazing, I just stared, getting wetter and wetter. With one hand I reached up unconsciously and began to fondle my breasts. I was enraptured in the sight, fascinated by the idea of watching my own father actually orgasm a full load of his sperm into his own mouth. On the other hand, it just wasn't in me to sit by and be only a spectator.

"Mmm," I purred, leaning forward finally and whispering into his ear.

"Let me help." I took his gorgeous penis tenderly from his mouth and devoured it with my own.

"Aaaah," Daddy groaned, sitting up in the chair and smiling down at me. He glanced over at Chris, still standing in the door, who had taken his own hard cock out and was watching the two of us, stroking it sensuously, the first bead of cum just appearing at the engorged tip.

Dad motioned Chris over to us. "C'mere."

Chris walked over to stand beside us, still massaging himself. Dad reached up, took Chris' hand, pulled it away from his stiff cock and leaning towards him, plowed his mouth onto Chris' rigid pink meat.

"Oh, man!" Chris moaned, putting his hands on dad's head, as my father grabbed him by the hips and plunged my friend's cock deeper into his sucking mouth. I could tell Dad was incredibly turned on by the ravenous way he was slurping Chris' dick, it was obvious he was relishing the delicious young cock -his own massive meat was swollen rock-hard between my plunging lips, pulsing like it might burst in a creamy explosion any second. I wondered if Dad was so hot because he'd never done anything like this before, or if he just really liked sucking dick...of course, it could have been the fact that his own cute'n'sexy teenage daughter was simultaneously giving a sloppy lip massage to his own rigid pole. Either which way you looked at it, Dad and I were clearly entering the beginning of a beautiful new father-daughter relationship and I was loving it! "Change-up!" I exclaimed, pulling Dad off the chair and onto the floor, leading him by his now slippery dick. Chris' cock popped out of Dad's mouth as we went and Chris followed us onto the carpet. I quickly pulled off my shorts and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Dad stared hungrily at my breasts, like he just couldn't wait to suck a whole one all the way into his mouth. The thought gave me excited little chill bumps.

"Somebody has gotta fuck me now!" I said, lying back on the floor and parting my legs, so Dad could get a good look at my fresh pink pouting lil' pussy. I was dying to feel that big fat whopper in my tight wet cunt.

Dad looked up at Chris, like he thought the boy might argue with him about who got to fuck me first. Maybe he thought Chris was my boyfriend or something. Chris just smiled, his saliva-wet hard-on still bobbing in front of him."Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt...go ahead, man." The little smartass!

Dad leaned over me, lowering his face to mine, in a real kiss this time. I raised my head to meet him, my right hand combing through his hair as I opened my mouth and we twirled our cum- sticky tongues together. I kissed and tongued him soulfully, tasting him, fucking his mouth gently with my tongue, probing and searching. I made love to him with my lips, ending the clench by biting tenderly on his lower lip and slowly releasing it.

He kissed his way down my neck, across my chest, nibbling my nipples with his lips, pinching them in tiny bites with his teeth. I moaned aloud when he slid his warm palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifted my bottom off the floor, burying his face in my pussy, sucking the lips between his and flicking at my clit with his expert tongue.

"Oh god, Daddy!" I squealed as he spread me with his fingers and sucked my stiff little nubbin into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb slipped into my soaking hole, fucking back and forth as he licked me and I squirmed uncontrollably, panting and bucking.

"Oooh, Jesus, Daddy -put your dick in me, please!" I whined, reaching between my legs and grabbing his cock. He moved his body over mine and I rubbed the blunt head of his dick against my nether-lips. He slid all the way into me in a single smooth, wet stroke and I began to orgasm instantly from the wonderful feel of his huge thickness stretching the hungry walls of my cunt, filling me up more completely than anything I'd ever experienced before. I thrashed my hips about wildly, grabbing his upper arms tightly as my entire body shuddered violently, deliciously.

"Daddy, oh god, Daddy!" I screamed, thrusting up to meet him, clambering for every inch of him. I wanted all of him inside me, even his tender balls, every bit of his sex, stuffed - buried up inside my warm pussy. I couldn't stop cumming, yet it still wasn't enough. I couldn't hold enough of him to feel that I'd thoroughly satisfied that perfect cock -and at that moment, I lived to please him, to make him cum in screaming ecstasy, to give him the same overwhelming pleasure that I was experiencing.

I felt a warm fleshy prodding at my lips and opened my eyes to see that Chris had knelt beside us and was feeding his own prick toward me., rubbing it back and forth across my lips. I lapped and tickled it with my tongue, while I continued to writhe my hips and buck on my father's cock. Dad put his lips down on mine, trapping Chris' rigid pink penis between us, sliding the head into his mouth, to suck the slippery cum that was drooling from the tip in a shiny strand. I licked Chris' wrinkly balls, gently sucking them each in turn. Above me, Chris moaned, his head rolling back loosely on his shoulders. The moaning turned to a light grunting and I could tell he was about to cum.

Inside my clenching cunt, Dad's cock swelled up suddenly, even larger than before and began to quiver and pulse. Pulling back, he reached down with one hand and yanked his spasming meat out of my pussy. I nearly screamed at him to put it back, but he was already up on one knee, his big dick aimed straight at my now slimy face. Before I could even open my mouth to catch it, his steaming sperm came blasting at me in pearly ropes, drenching my cheeks and splattering across Chris'

dick and balls to drip off his steely erection in thick, creamy strands.

The hot sight of Dad's yummy jism electrified Chris, too, and his own excited prick began to jerk and throb, spurting even more sticky cum across my face and breasts, some even spattering onto my father's cock and thighs. We were all dripping with milky male love cream. I scooped it off my face in thick gobs and sucked it off my fingers, rubbing the rest into my breasts and cheeks. It smelled sooo sexy.

The guys sat back on the carpet, panting, while I lounged on my back, just feeling the sticky liquid cool and dry on my warm flesh. Dad seemed kind of lost in a daze, but he was smiling. Chris looked around for his jeans and stiffly rose from the floor.

"Whew!" He sighed, "It's been fun, gang, but I really gotta get goin'.

Seeya tomorrow, Rache."

"Maybe," I smiled, waving goodbye from the floor. "I may just stay home and snuggle with my Daddy."

When I opened my eyes to the early grey light of dawn the next morning, I was already smiling, the corners of my mouth turned up in what must have been the most blissful of sweet dreams. I basked in the most delicious feeling of comfort and warmth I could remember having ever felt, my father's big strong body stretched out next to me in bed, my tender breasts pressed into his side, one arm sprawled across his chest. We'd made passionate love until the wee hours of morning, but it was nothing like the kinetic frenzy of lust yesterday with Chris had been. Daddy had taken me with such tenderness and affection, I thought I'd die and go straight to heaven. He so gently mouthed my breasts, kissed my open lips, and slowly, unceasingly, deeply fucked me for hours upon hours, until I forgot my own name and simply became the orgasm. My trembling sensitive pink pussy became one with my Daddy's cock, until we were like this eternal symbol of father-

daughter sexual love. I've never experienced anything even remotely like it in my life, and I love to fuck. I never knew really good sex could make you, like, hallucinate and stuff, but when he came inside me and filled me up, I swear I saw God. It was beautiful. My Dad is beautiful, and if I never do anything else right in my life, I just hope I can be the kind of girl that deserves a wonderful lover like him.

"I love you." I told him, as I kissed his forehead and eyelids to wake him up. "More than anything."

"Mmmm." He moaned softly. "I love you, too, baby."

"I want to make you happy," I said, stroking his bare chest. "Do whatever you want me to. Beat me, whip me, cum on my face. I wanna be your dog."

He rolled his head toward me and kissed my blonde hair. "That can be arranged." He smiled. "Are you serious?"

My soft hand strayed toward his semi-hard dick, toying with it, feeling it stiffen. I turned my head toward his, so my mouth was at his ear.

"Do me." I whispered. "Any way you want."

CHAPTER FIVE

"Ouch!" I complained as Dad snapped the second pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. My arms were stretched so wide between the bedposts that it made my shoulders ache. My ankles were tied together with a lightweight rope- the kind some people still use for clothesline, which was wrapped over and around the foot of the bed, so I could get up on my knees, but I couldn't move from side to side, or turn around.

With my shoulders stretched at such a high level, I couldn't even turn my head to look behind me.

"From this point on, you will refer to me as Master." Dad said, from behind me. I could hear him doing something, but I couldn't tell what.

"Okay." I agreed, without really thinking.

Something snapped loudly, making me jump a little, and a bright blossom of red-hot pain tattooed itself on my left buttcheek.

"Oww, god-damn!" I cried. That hurt!"

Daddy's voice came from behind me again, quiet, but firm. "What did you say?"

I'm not stupid. I got the idea pretty quickly.

"Yes, Master."

"Better." He said. "I will allow you 'Daddy' and 'Father' in front of others. But you must never address me without one of these titles of respect."

"Yes, Father." I replied meekly. I don't usually consider myself a submissive person. In fact, I'm pretty independent and headstrong most of the time. But I love my Daddy, and if this was what he wanted, I'd learn it for him.

The loud SNAP rang in my ears again, and I gasped aloud as the venom of a dozen wasp stings blistered my bottom. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let myself whimper or whine.

"What did I tell you?" Daddy asked.

"I'm sorry, Master." I said, as submissively as I knew how.

The stinging heat bit my poor smooth ass again, layering fresh pain on top of the throbbing stripes I'd already earned. I thought hard, trying to figure out how I'd disobeyed, my mind racing to come up with the answer before he whipped me again. What had he told me, that I'd missed?

"You told me I must call you Master or Daddy or Father." I babbled hurriedly. Then it clicked. "And that Daddy and Father are allowed only in front of others! Forgive me, Master!"

I felt his gentle hand caress my burning bottom, coolly stroking my flushed cheeks.

"That's my girl." He said, a smile in his voice. "You learn quickly."

I peered through the peephole to see who was ringing the damn doorbell so insistently. It had to be one of my friends, Dad's grownup friends generally have a little more tact. Through the teeny periscope I saw Jesse, dancing impatiently from foot to foot and smacking a big wad of gum.

"Hi." I said, opening the door and stepping back to let her in. She froze for a moment when she saw me and her gum chewing slowed, but didn't stop. I was naked, except for a silver slave-chain about my waist and a leather collar around my neck. She stepped past me, smiling hesitantly, not knowing quite what to make of the look.

"Cool." She said, "Your Dad go away for the weekend and leave you the keys, or what?"

Then she saw Dad, lounging on the sofa, still in his big loose bathrobe. I could tell she was piecing the situation together in her head, but couldn't quite bring herself to vocalize it, lest she'd guessed wrong.

I padded back across the room, and sat on the floor at Daddy's feet, like he'd taught me to do. I wanted to be a good, obedient slave.

Daddy's spankings hurt.

"Good morning." Jesse said, kind of nodding at Dad, her eyes darting nervously about the room.

"Morning, Jess." Dad smiled. He was browsing the Sunday paper, but I knew without even looking he was also stealing glances at Jesse's trim little raven-haired bod. Her jeans clung snugly to her slender, shapely thighs and though her tits were barely more than a swell of her chest, the dark chocolate color of her perfect quarter-size nipples showed clearly through her cream-colored blouse.

Jess sat down on the couch and looked at me, still smacking her gum. I could tell she had a million questions, but was too shy to ask them in front of Dad.

"So what happened to Chris?" She asked me. "I couldn't have dragged his lazy ass out of bed this morning with a towtruck, and he says it's all your fault."

Dad just grinned and looked at his paper. I smiled at Jesse and cocked my head. "Hmmm...can't imagine..."

Dad looked up at Jess quizzically. "Did he say anything about his dick being sore?"

"Well, he didn't say that," Jesse began to grin herself. "But I suspected that might be part of the problem when I offered to blow him and he just groaned and rolled over to go back to sleep."

"Oh, that's terrible!" Dad said, setting the paper aside. "You poor girl - you can't start your day without breakfast, it isn't healthy.

Rachel, offer our guest some cock."

"Yes, father." I said, like a good little girl. I got up on my knees, opened the front of Daddy's robe and grasped his already stiffening dick in my fist. I slid my mouth over it and ran my tongue up and down it a few times, to make sure it was really rigid, then I offered the thick tubesteak to Jesse. "Mmmm - have some, please."

Jess had stopped chewing her gum and just sat there, staring in amazement at the hefty sumptuous dick glistening with my saliva, that bobbed in the air before her as it pulsed in my fist. I swear I could hear her tight little pussy lubricating as she stared. She took the gum out of her mouth and slid off the sofa to kneel beside me, her movements slow and trancelike. Her right hand reached out to gently take the fat pole from my fist. She squeezed it, stroked it, rested it's weight against her palm. Then she leaned forward, eyes closing in sensual ecstasy, to rub it against her face, inhaling it's scent.

"Mmmm..." She purred. "Gotta have it."

She took each of Dad's huge, satiny balls into her mouth, one at a time and tenderly made love to them with her tongue. Her mouth ran smoothly up his shaft and she engulfed the big purple mushroom of his cockhead, barely stretching her mouth enough to insert it. I watched in rapt adoration, my best friend giving my father a savory and affectionate blowjob, as he lay his head back on the sofa groaning in pleasure. My hand slipped to my crotch and I began to rub my soft pink slit, the viscous juices already flowing freely.

"You like that tasty cock?" Dad asked Jesse, smiling at her through slitted eyes. Jesse just moaned and smiled back. "Bet you'd have loved seeing it yesterday, when it squirted white hot cock-cream all over your big brother's pretty pink dick."

Jesse took dad's meat out of her mouth, still pumping it with her fist and gasped. "Oh, goddd, - wow!" She marveled. "That's so hot! You've gotta do that again, so I can see it."

"Only if you promise to lick us both clean, like Rachel did." Daddy said, reaching out to stroke Jesse's hair.

"No problem," said Jess, lapping dad's cockhead. "Love that cum -gotta have it!"

"You should've seen Dad slurping away with Chris' cock in his mouth,"

I said from behind her, still slowly massaging my clit, "While he deep-fucked me."

"You guys!" Jesse whined, whipping her head around to glare at me in mock-anger. "How dare you have all that fun while I'm not even here!

I'm never going out of town again!"

"Well, I guess we do kinda owe you one," Dad grinned. "We'll have to plan a little party for next weekend to make up for it. Rache- " He motioned me over next to Jesse. "You wanna help your friend finish up here?"

I quickly scooted over to his knee, so I could lean in and take turns with Jesse, lapping and sucking at Dad's swollen erection. He sat there moaning quietly, watching our two ravenous teenage mouths coaxing the cum from his turgid rod. When he finally came, it wasn't a lot - between the mini-orgy with Chris and the night of passion with me, his balls were pretty drained, but Jesse and I tongue-warred over the small amount of his delicious cream that there was. We shared the sticky goo in a deep french kiss as Dad lay back on the couch with his eyes closed, smiling to himself.

CHAPTER SIX

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful, just school and hanging out and babbling on the phone and stuff, which was just as well -most everybody I knew was a little shagged out and crotch-weary from all the hot fun we'd had over the weekend. I did think about it a lot, though, and once in awhile I couldn't help rubbing my poor tired pussy a little. The knowledge that I was now my own father's submissive sex slave really blew my horny little mind. If he'd called me up and told me to come over and fuck an elephant in front of a teevee news crew, I'd have been there in an instant, sore pussy or not, kneeling, curtsying and saying "Yes, Master," with my young pink bottom in the air.

As the week wore on, I found it harder and harder to concentrate on schoolwork, thinking about what Dad had said about all of us partying together the next weekend. I kept visualizing all the different possibilities and combinations that could lead to, and after awhile it induced such an intense state of constant nervous horniness, I felt almost sick to my stomach with sexual desire.

So I was having more than a little trouble finishing my homework by Wednesday afternoon. I sat at the kitchen table, fiddling with my pencil, thinking about calling daddy and masturbating with him on the telephone. I thought he might like that, and I knew I could really get off listening to his sexy voice and visualizing him squirting a delicious, rich load of cum from his heavy prick and licking it off his fingers while I lightly fingered my moist little clitoris.

Unfortunately for me, Dad wouldn't even be home from work for another hour and a half. I folded my arms and rocked back and forth, the excess nervous energy making me shiver. I stared and stared at the workbook in front of me, but it was like the words were in a foreign language, they just wouldn't sink into my brain. Finally, I managed to absorb enough of the dry, boring text to realize I needed a dictionary to do the stuff.

I guess I ought to keep one on hand, but I read and communicate really well as a rule, so it's not often I have much need to look up words.

This time, though I couldn't do the work without one, so I got up from the table, bitching to myself and started searching the house. The house is like, full of books -we're all big readers, but I'll be damned if I could find a single dictionary in the whole place! Finally I sat down on the couch, chewing my thumbnail in exasperation, to rack my brain one last time.

Mom's room! There was a bookshelf in the headboard of her bed -it was the only place in the house I hadn't looked.

I sauntered back to Mom's room and flopped on the bed, scanning the row of volumes in the headboard case. Politics, science, historical fiction, a couple of porno novels Dad had left when he moved out -I'd read those already, fingering my virginal little snatch into a frenzy when I was ten...not a single friggin' dictionary in sight! "Well, I sighed to myself, raising up on one arm to roll off the bed, "I guess Mom and I will be cruisin' to the bookstore when she gets home."

That's when I saw the dickhead.

It was peeking out from between the mattresses on the side by the wall. For awhile I just lay there, staring at it. It was huge, even bigger than Dad's, a weird kind of pinkish-orange color that only rubber can achieve, with a tastelessly realistic vein running back from the head, along the shaft and disappearing into the crack between the mattress and box springs. I had one kind of like it, hidden under my own mattress, only mine was prettier, with a hollow bulb at the bottom that, if you filled it with a thick non-toxic liquid and heated it in the microwave for just a minute, would actually squirt a hot load inside you when you squeezed it. Mom's was much bigger, though, and made of some kind of highly dense, thick rubber. I could tell it was heavy even before I reached under the mattress and pulled it out.

I had no idea just how heavy until I yanked it loose and saw that it was nearly two feet long! I held it up and marveled at it's immense length and thickness, and the fact that it had a head on each end!

"Too fucking cool, Mom." I laughed to myself. My parents were turning out to be just full of surprises. I'd always thought of my Mom -especially- as so straight, it was almost embarrassing to know something so secret and intimate about her. Still, I couldn't shed my amazement at the mental image of my mother stuffing this giant, super-thick cock into her hot wet cunt...and once the picture had formed itself in my head, it wouldn't go away. The sexual tension already humming through my nervous system notched up even higher and I felt sure I was going to hyperventilate. I held the giant dildo up to my nose and inhaled, sniffing the strong scent of rubber, and underneath, the fainter, more delicate, acrid and musky scent of a hot, slippery pussy. I held the enormous shaft to my chest and flicked out my tongue to lick one of the bulbous heads. It was tart and tangy, and my nipples stood instantly on end, from the knowledge that I was tasting my own mother's cunt juices.

I stretched my mouth as wide as I possibly could, and eased the huge egg-shaped knob between my lips. It barely fit, bloating my cheeks out wide, my face so full, there was barely room for me to run my tongue around it, so I could lick the jumbo rubber head clean. I could smell my mother's fragrant cunt on the smooth toy and the odor was intoxicating.

"RACHEL ROUNDHEELS, just what in THE HELL do you think you're doing!?"

I swear to god, I jumped completely out of my skin! I jerked my head around without even thinking, to face Mom standing in the doorway. I still had the big dickhead stuffed in my mouth -it was too large to just yank out, I'd have lost teeth- and I felt my face immediately start to burn crimson in humiliation. I eased the dildo from my lips and stammered, "I'm sorry -I was just goofing around, Mom -I came in here looking for- " ...but she was already gone, into the adjoining bathroom, the door slamming sharply with a sound like clapping thunder. Before the echo had even died, I heard her sobbing in embarrassment. I never felt like such shit in my life. I love my Mom completely and I'd never do anything on purpose to make her feel bad.

Besides, I was pretty embarrassed myself -I must've looked like a total dipshit standing there with a two-foot rubber schlong hanging out of my distended face.

I went to the closed bathroom door, and tapped my finger on it, knocking.She stopped sobbing aloud, but there was no reply.

"Mom," I pleaded, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I found it by accident, I swear. I was just messing around with it, I know I shouldn't have, but I guess I got a little...I dunno...turned on. Please don't be mad."

Still there was no reply. I stood there, feeling more stupid and worthless than I'd ever thought a person could feel, trying to think of something to say that would make up for the humiliation I'd caused her. Then the door opened.

"You got a little TURNED ON? Is that what you said?"

"Well, yeah," I said having trouble making eye contact. "It was kind of hot thinking about...what you do with it."

Mom smiled at me gently, almost laughing. "Don't kid yourself, dear, she said, hugging me, "It's not nearly as nice as the real thing."

"Oh -no, Mom," I explained, her breasts pressing against me making my stomach do flip- flops again. " I mean, I was thinking about what you do with it." I decided to go for broke, even at the risk of embarrassing her or making her angry again. "That's why I wanted to taste it"

She sort of froze in mid-hug, but she didn't let go. I could feel the sexual electricity passing silently between us -it's kind of an aura-mingling thing, that tells you somebody wants you even before they've ever said a word. I could tell she was turning on, even if the turn-on was freaking her out.

"Honey," She said quietly, over my shoulder. "Don't you think your first experience should be...with a man...the way nature intended? "

I almost giggled, but choked it back.

"Mom, I said, leaning back to look her in the face. "I am way beyond the 'first experience' stage."

"Oh." She said, looking mildly surprised, obviously unsure what to say next. "I see."

Clearly the time for words was rapidly passing -if I let her go on trying to babble her way into a comfort zone, the whole situation would just become unbearably awkward. Probably nothing would ever happen and we'd never even be able to discuss it again. I decided to go with decisive action instead. So I reached up to stroke her face and gently kissed her on the lips.

"It tasted wonderful." I whispered.

She didn't try to break the kiss, so I lingered at her mouth, licking her upper lip, biting the lower one, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned against her neck, gently biting her throat. "Show me how it works."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the fat dildo, and kicked off my sneakers. While I was wriggling out of my jeans, Mom sat beside me, a glassy, bewildered expression on her face, mechanically unbuttoning her blouse. "You know, I...I've always fantasized about having a bisexual experience -eventually." She said, looking rather dazed. "But I'd never have believed that one day I'd make love with my own daughter."

I stood up on my knees on the bed, in just my panties and white tank top, kissed her again, then pushed her back onto the mattress, nuzzling her breasts as I undid her bra. The instant they were free, I began sucking hard on her big brown nipples, going back and forth between them.

"It just seems so...perverted...but it feels...wonderful..."

"Shut up, Mother." I mumbled against the warm fleshy globes.

She broke into a grin, but she stopped talking. I felt her warm hands gliding up my thighs and caressing my bottom. Mom tugged on my panties, pulling them down to my knees, then slipped her fingertips between my legs, probing and exploring. I put my mouth against her ear.

"Mmmm, touch my pussy, Mom. Feel my slippery wet cunt."

She did. Her fingers danced around my nether-lips, slipping inside to tease, then back up my slit to tenderly polish my clitoris. I rotated my ass in the air, plunging back to engulf her coy fingers. Once in awhile, her middle finger would slip against my tiny pleated asshole making me gasp and grunt -at first I thought it was just by accident, then she pressed harder, popping inside, up to the first knuckle.

"Ooooh, godd, that's sooo incredibly hot, Mom!" I moaned, biting hard on her rigid nipples.

"You gotta do me, too, baby" She said, pulling her fingers out and reaching under me to undo her skirt and yank it and her panties down her legs. we both discarded the last of our clothes so we could seriously indulge in each other's flesh.

I crawled back over her, grabbing the giant double-dong from beside us, and began rubbing it slowly back and forth across her slit, bending to spread her cuntlips so I could lap her clit, too. My tongue forayed down her labia, ocassionally slipping between them, into my mother's moist and tasty vagina. When she was really dripping and slick, I started easing the huge rubber dick knob up inside her. She grunted and wriggled her hips, fucking back at the hefty nightstick.

"Mmm,' Mom purred. "You, too, Honey, come here." She shifted herself around on the bed, so we both had room to stretch out, and positioned me on my bottom at her crotch, our legs pretzled over each other. Our cunts were nearly mouth-to-mouth, just a few inches apart, and she took the big rubber dick's remaining head and pushed it against my own slippery opening. I rotated my hips, lubricating the manikin meat with my juices so that it slid in more easily. Still, it was huge -I felt it stretching my vaginal walls even wider than Daddy's thick cock had done. Once it was in, the sight was such an incredible rush, I couldn't stop thrusting my ass back toward Mom. The huge rubber cock was buried deep in both our stretched and hungry holes, only two or three inches could still be seen protruding from our swollen, puffy pink pussies. Every time one of us moved, it caused the dildo to plunge deeper into the other. We were fucking each other with every twitch of our hips. Both of us began to cum, our vaginas contracting over and over on that enormous firm penis that writhed and plunged as we bucked, just like a real cock. I lay there heaving and sweating, fucking Mom hard, leaning back on my elbows so I could watch her big tits bobble and shimmy as I thrust the cock into her dripping snatch.

She was groaning and panting herself, reaching down once in awhile to rub my clit and massage my labia as they sucked at the pink rubbery telephone pole stuffed into my widespread cooze.

Finally, Mom eased her end from her slimy slit and moved up over me to kiss my breasts, neck and tummy. I felt her reach between my legs and continue to fuck me with the dildo. It was soo sweet. She kissed her way down my belly to my mons, and began lapping at my pussylips while she slid the imitation dick in and out slowly. I just closed my eyes and floated on the endless orgasm, moaning softly. Then I felt something nudge my crack and press up against my asshole. Mom was trying to push the other end of that giant dildo into my bottom.

"No-no-no!" I protested, laughing. "It's too big!"

"You wanted to know what I do with it," Mom grinned up at me wickedly.

"This is my favorite trick."

She rubbed the huge head in my own cunt juices which were running in slippery rivers from my pussy, and pressed it against my asshole again, harder this time.

"Mom!" I squealed, in real pain. That rubber thing was fucking huge!

She kept pushing, slowly, gently, but it didn't help -the thing was just too big! "Mom" I cried again. "STOP IT!" The giant knob popped past my screaming sphincter and shoved it's way up into my hotly burning butthole. It felt like it was going to split me wide open, but good gods, was my pussy on fire! "Oh, Jesus, Mom!" I panted. "That's so good" It hurts, oh godd it hurts -I love it!" It was all true. My poor abused bum felt like it would tear from the overload, but my little ol' clit was hard as a pebble and my two full fuckholes wouldn't let me stop cumming! I shuddered and shook and trembled, and somewhere along the way, I passed out.

I came back to conciousland with Mom kneeling over me, lightly kissing my forehead. The dildo was nowhere in sight, but the tingling and aching in my butt and the warm, stretched and satisfied feeling in my pussy weren't going to let me forget it anytime soon. I reached up and took one of Mom's big breasts in my hand and nuzzled it, smooching the nipple.

"That was nice, Mom." I said dreamily.

"Are you okay, honey?" She asked me, smiling. "I know it was kind of uncomfortable going in, but I really thought you'd like it."

"I loved it, Mom." I sighed, "How about you?"

"It was the most exciting sexual experience I've ever had in my life, Rachel." She said. "Thank you for making it happen."

"I'm glad you had a good time, Mom, "" I told her, "I love you."

Then a sly and wicked thought occurred to me and I smiled up at her tenderly. "What are you doing Saturday night?"

CHAPTER SEVEN

I stashed my panties under a cushion on the couch just as Dad's key clicked in the front door lock. I'd rushed over the instant I finished my homework and my housecleaning chores, bribing Chris to drive me with the promise of a blow job on the way. When he and Jess heard what I was planning though, we decided maybe he should wait till Saturday, so his balls could build up a really big load of cum. I only hoped he'd be able to wait that long without jerking himself off thinking about it, or being ravaged by his slut sister. I barely had time to undress and get my collar and chains on before I heard Dad's car in the drive. I quickly curled up on my side on the sofa, angling my bottom so my asscheeks and my perfect pink vulva were the first things he'd see.

"Greetings Master," I purred as he walked into the room. "Pussy?" I spread my legs and rubbed my hand over my bush, slipping a finger between my tender nether-lips.

"I'm so glad you're here," He said, yanking at his tie and walking over to smile down at me as he undressed. "I've been thinking about you all day." I believed him -I could see the big lump in his pants even before he reached for his belt buckle and began to undo them.

"Mmmm, -and what delicious things did you think, Master?" I asked, still slowly massaging my moistening slit.

Dad discarded the rest of his clothing and stepped into the middle of the living room, motioning for me to join him. As I did he lay on his back, and flipping over, came to rest with his shoulders and head still on the floor, and his butt in the air, legs dangling over his face, touching the floor behind his head. His big cock jutted stiffly down toward his face and I knew we were both in for a yummy meat treat. He grabbed the base of his cock with one fist and began squeezing and stroking it firmly, till the clear cum began to ooze out. I crawled over on all fours and put my face right next to his, so close I could feel his hot breath on my face and smell the warm, fleshy musk of his engorged cock. His clear anticipatory fluids drooled from the swollen purple head of his hard-on in a shiny wet strand which he caught on his outstretched tongue. I moaned in sheer flaming lust from the kinky, erotic sight and leaned forward to lick his tight, wrinkled scrotum.

"I've been thinking about sharing this with my daughter." He whispered, lapping at his own dickhead, then offering the moistened erection to me. I sucked the pretty head into my mouth, flicking the sensitive underside with my tongue a few times, then guided it back to his lips.

"In fact," He said," I've been thinking how hot it might be to share it with my daughter and her fine young fuckbuddy Chris." He took the stiff cock halfway into his mouth and slowly drew it out, obviously savoring the taste and feel of it in his mouth. "How beautiful it would be for you and I to suck my cock and Chris' cock at the same time -together...to lap at both heads simultaneously...to rub the rigid shafts together...to drench my face in a shower of warm sperm..."

As he spoke, I could almost see it happening. I felt like my pussy was actually dripping juice like a leaky faucet.

"Yesss Daddy," I sighed, kissing his beautiful cock. "Let's have a fuckparty -you told Jesse we would -this weekend, remember?"

"I've never forgotten it for a minute, baby. Can you get Jesse and Chris here Saturday night?"

"And a couple more, I think. There'll be enough pussy and hard cock to make a porno flick."

I had a brainstorm and got up to turn my body around, backing up to Daddy on my hands and knees. I inched back over his face, so he could stay in position while he eased his hard-on into my pussy.

"Oh, beautiful!" He said, watching from underneath as I pumped my ass back and forth, fucking his huge dick. His hands grasped my butt cheeks as I rocked, and I felt him swelling inside me.

"Ohhh, yes, Daddy." I grunted, my cunt clutching at his shaft as I came. He was cumming too, I could feel the first couple jets of steaming sperm squirting into my slick hole. Then he pushed my bottom forward and popped out of me. I looked underneath, between my legs, to watch as the rest of his gooey warm cream spurted straight into his own face, covering his cheeks and squirting into his open mouth, dripping from his wriggling tongue. I saw him swallow the big dollop of cum he'd caught on his tongue, and I turned around quick so I could get to his face and share some before he'd scooped it all up and eaten it. I licked the sperm from his cheeks, pushing some over to his lips where he could lick it off, as we shared his sticky essence. Then he uncurled his pretzled body and I lay in his arms for awhile, absorbing his warmth before I had to go home.

"That's a great idea, y'know." He said, matter-of-factly. "We should do it."

"What?" I asked dreamily, willing to do anything he suggested.

He grinned, warming to the idea. "Let's make a porno flick."

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Morn-ing, Mother," I sang, plopping my butt down on the edge of her bed and leaning over to kiss her on the ear. "Can I lick your beautiful big tits?" I whispered, softly biting her neck.

"Mmmm," Mom moaned sleepily, turning her head to kiss me. "You can start there." She grinned, reaching over to caress my bare thigh. I was wearing just panties and a big oversized T- shirt. I still like to curl up on the couch on Saturday mornings and watch cartoons sometimes, and the huge T-shirts are great for keeping warm while I play with myself. I like to pull my arms down inside the loose cotton tent, so I can fondle my breasts freely. Sometimes I just sit and rub my tender lil' nipples for hours-ocassionally dipping a couple fingers into my wet cunt for a little slippery fluid to twirl them with...or to taste.

Mother slipped the covers down, exposing her boobs, rubbing them and squeezing them, offering the soft globes to me. "How 'bout some 'Mom'

for breakfast, baby?" She ran one hand down her smooth belly and her middle finger disappeared beneath her thick pubic hair. It was so wonderful the way my parents were opening up to me all of a sudden. I love them both so much, and I absolutely adored being this close to them.

I leaned over and licked one of Mom's nipples, catching it between my teeth and flicking the nip hard with the tip of my tongue. She moaned and her hands ran gently down my sides to lightly caress my warm ass.

I wanted so badly to put my face in her fragrant crinkly bush and lap at her soft labia, drinking her slick juices, but I mustered all my willpower to stick to my master plan.

I ran my tongue around the curve of her breast and broke away, sitting up again. "Sorry, Mom- not this morning. I'm supposed to meet Jess in a little while. I did have something kind of fun in mind for later though, if you're up for it."

"Is it slippery and hot?" Mom asked, rubbing my thigh.

"Very." I said emphatically, winking at her. "But it's kinda kinky..."

"This week I have fucked my teenage daughter with a dildo, and eaten her pussy repeatedly. Why should I let kinky stop me now?"

"Cool." I said, getting up to leave the room. "I like your attitude, Mom. Put on your sexiest lingerie, and wear a long coat over it. We'll pick you up about seven."

"We?" She queried warily, looking at me suspiciously.

"Trust me, Mom." I smiled, and waltzed out the door.

I held up the old cloth belt and inspected my handiwork. I'd glued two halves of a ping-pong ball cups-out to the inner side with craft glue, but I wasn't at all sure they were going to be secure. On the counter in front of me were a pair of handcuffs, an old pillowcase, some clothesline rope and a few other odds and ends we'd been experimenting with.

"Well," I asked Jesse. "Whaddaya think? Will it work?"

"I dunno," Jess giggled. "It's the weirdest looking bra I ever saw."

"Very funny." I sighed dryly. "But this is serious. It's gotta work just right, or the whole thing'll be a major disaster. "

"Okay, okay," Jesse smirked. "I think it'll work, as long as your balls don't fall off."

I smiled back at her calmly, trying really hard not to be bitchy.

"Normally I would find all these remarks very intensely funny, I'm sure. Right now, I'm a little nervous about pulling all this off, so please try to be a little bit helpful, before I completely lose control, hold you down, and bite your nipples off."

"Sorry." She said, leaning over and kissing me lightly on the lips.

"I'm kinda nervous, too. Do you think they're gonna be mad?"

I thought about that for the millionth time, ran my tongue across my lips apprehensively and shook my head. "Nah, I don't think so. Not if they're having fun. We've just gotta keep the secret till the fun starts."

Jesse slid behind me, reaching around me in a hug, and undid my jeans.

Her right hand slipped into my panties, her slim fingers gliding through my pubic bush, curling under the mound of my mons to slip between my pussylips, one fingertip lightly tickling my clit. I relaxed instantly, my head rocking backward on my shoulders.

"...And we never waste time getting to the fun stuff, do we?" She whispered. I took a long slow deep breath and let my moisture ooze.

"I don't know about you," She said, her tiny soft hand reluctantly pulling out of my pants. "But I'm not saving up a big load of cream for the camera-and I couldn't possibly be any wetter tonight than I am right now. How 'bout letting me gnaw on your crotch till you hyperventilate and pass out?"

"I don't-" I began, then I heard the jingle and click just as the left cuff snapped onto my wrist. Jess whipped my arms around behind me, actually hurting my right shoulder as the other half of the bracelets clamped onto my right hand. I wasn't going to struggle, but Jesse was taking no chances. She shoved me over the counter and yanked my jeans and panties down to my calves.

"Rachel Roundheels, thanks to you, I have never been more ragingly horny in my entire life. As your best friend, I swear I will fuck and suck tonight until I melt in a pool of sweat and warm sperm. But right now I have got to cum or die, and you are going to cum with me."

She dropped to her knees behind me, grasped my asscheeks in her hands and buried her face between them, lapping at my butthole and flicking her tongue deep underneath to part my moist labia. I could hear her, muffled in my flesh, grunting and growling like an animal as she lapped. I would have reached between my legs and spread my pussylips for her, but my hands were cuffed uncomfortably behind my back, so I just lay there, my breasts mashed against the countertop, and moaned as she slapped her tongue against my cunt like a dripping paintbrush, soaking my golden bush in her saliva.Her flickering tongue tickled and swirled, stopping only to probe my sensitive butthole like a tiny wet finger. I felt Jess' right hand slip around my thigh, and her thumb slid gently up my cunt and began wriggling rhythmically round and round, her middle finger rubbing the perennial wall between my vagina and anus.

"Oh god, Jesse, I love you so much." I whined, beginning to quiver with my first orgasm.

It was true, but the scene playing out under my half-closed eyelids was of what I'd be doing at the party tonight. I could just see my Dad's huge erect cock plunging wetly in and out of my Mom's dripping slippery cunt for the first time in almost ten years- and me, my young face beaming in rapture, only inches away from their musky crotches, darting in with my tongue to lick, kiss and caress that beautiful prick and pussy-and the hottest part of all, when they'd finished, I'd lap and slurp every tasty drop of Dad's wonderful slimy sperm as it ran in an oozing stream from my Mother's warm and satisfied snatch.

I'd be eating the very cum that created me, and it would be sooo delicious...so intimate...so fuckin' kinky! The thought made me so hot, it was like a narcotic high, and with Jesse's mouth dancing around my own sex, I came shuddering and screaming, my entire body wracked with seismic waves of orgasm.

I wanted very badly to turn around so Jess could open my blouse and lick my tits. With some effort I raised my head off the kitchen counter, panting and nearly drooling, to ask her to uncuff me so I could touch her, caress and squeeze her velvety skin. My eyes were barely open, just languid slits-I was so far adrift in an ocean of warm pleasure that for a long moment I didn't even recognize Jesse's parents standing in the kitchen doorway. When it did begin to slowly dawn on me that they were standing there, watching us, I didn't even care. Jess' tongue and fingers had me in an altered state of consciousness and I couldn't register any other reality. I saw her father whisper something in her mother's ear, saw her mom smile and reply. I opened my eyes wider, trying to decide whether I should speak. I saw Jesse's father slide his arms around his wife's waist and run his hands up the front of her dress, squeezing one of her tits through the fabric, then fumbling with the buttons at her collar. The dress came open, then the lacy bra, and he cupped her bare breast in his hand as they both continued to stare at Jess and me. I smiled, and they smiled back, Jess' mom mouthing a sexy "sssh" to me as she reached behind her and began rubbing her husband's crotch and tugging at his fly. I took a deep breath and shook off the fog. "My turn." I said quietly to Jess, and stepped around her. "Hop up on the counter, my mistress."

She pulled her panties down to her knees and backed up to the counter, lifting her bare bottom onto the formica so she could snatch the panties off her feet as her shoes fell to the floor. She lifted her short black skirt and spread her legs to show me her furry dark pussy, already glistening with beads of lubrication. I wanted to look over at her parents, to make sure they got a good look at my tongue flicking out to bathe their daughter's juicy slit, but I didn't want to give them away to Jesse. It was enough to know that they were watching as I leaned over, my hands still cuffed behind my back, and buried my face between her legs.

I lapped and slathered, my tongue slurping wantonly at Jesse's cunt.

Without my hands to stabilize me, there was no finesse possible, so I just ate her-massaging with my entire mouth, jabbing my tongue deep into her hot vagina, sucking on her labia and clitoris with passionate crudity.

Jesse thrust her pelvis at me, grunting like an animal. "Oh godd," She moaned, "I gotta cum- make me CUM, baby! Eat my cunt, you fucking WHORE!"

She began bucking against me so violently, I couldn't keep my tongue in her pussy, until finally she was just fucking my face, rubbing her engorged clit and labia against my mouth, nose and cheeks, covering my face in cunt-juice. Her hands released their death-grip on the edge of the counter and she buried her fingers in my hair, pushing my face harder against her crotch as she trembled and shook, squealing incoherently as she came.

Finally she let go of me, her head falling forward against her chest as she panted and giggled quietly to herself in relief.

"Thank you." She sighed. "I really needed that."

"Uhmm." I concurred, my head resting against Jesse's thigh, the deep warm fragrance of her sopping cunt filling my nostrils as I smiled at her mother and father, still standing in the doorway. Her dad's hands were still massaging her mom's soft tits through her open dress, but her mom's right hand was behind her, gently stroking her husband's hard cock, a thick load of creamy cum dripping from her slowly pumping fist, coating her dainty fingers. As I watched, she raised her sticky hand to her lips, and looking me straight in the eye, licked off every gooey drop.

CHAPTER NINE

Mom sat quietly beside me in the backseat of Chris' car as we turned down the street toward Dad's house. The blindfold had worked like a charm, the ping-pong balls perfectly covering her eyes so that she couldn't see so much as a hint of where we were taking her. I'd handcuffed her wrists in front of her, gagged her mouth with a winter muffler and as a final coup de grace, I'd stuck rubber plugs in her ears. I wasn't taking any chances that she'd catch on to what I was up to and try to back out. All she knew so far was that it was kinky as hell and involved lots of sweaty sex. I knew the constraints I'd put her in were uncomfortable, and it must have made her jumpy as a cat to sit there wondering what was about to happen to her, unable to even to babble nervously about it to the rest of us. Frankly, I was incredibly relieved that she was being such a good sport about it, but I think the great sex we'd been having the past few days had loosened her up a lot.

We pulled into Dad's driveway and I unfolded a pillowcase from my lap and put it over Mom's head- Dad still didn't know anything about this particular party favor, either. I reached inside Mom's long coat, caressed one of her breasts through the lacy black bra she was wearing and kissed her lightly on the neck as reassurance. She moaned a little in response, and Jesse and Chris helped me guide her out of the car and into the house through the garage. Thank gods it was pitch dark outside or the neighbors would've probably called the FBI.

In the kitchen I slipped Mom's coat off and handed it to Jesse to put away. Chris' eyes widened appreciatively. "Mmm, this is your mom?" He whispered, softly caressing my mother's firm bottom through her red satin panties. "Hot! I do get some of this before the night's over, right?"

"You pig," I smirked at him, "You've just never got to play with tits that big."

He stepped back and gave Mom's shapely breasts a critical evaluation.

"And won't they look perfect a la mode?"

The mental image of flying spunk just made my nipples tingle and I went to the kitchen doorway and looked into the living room to see what Dad was up to. He and Jesse were already getting underway, Jess sitting on the edge of the pedestal coffee table coyly opening her blouse and running her hands over her breasts, while Dad kneeled a few feet in front of her, adjusting his camcorder, capturing her tease on tape.

While Dad was occupied, I moved into the room and began to place small candles here and there, lighting them as I went. Then I built a cozy fire in the fireplace while Jesse slid her jeans down her legs and wriggled her ass at Daddy's camera. When I finished, I went back to the kitchen door, turning the dimmer switch for the living room lights.

"That thing does adjust itself for dim lights, right?" I asked Dad, nodding toward his camcorder.

"No problem." Dad mumbled, still staring through the viewfinder at Jesse, naked on her knees, ass toward him, sensuously fingering her cunt.

As I stepped down the hallway toward Dad's bedroom, I heard the doorbell ring and Jesse call for Chris to answer it. When I came back seconds later with one of Dad's thin leather dress belts, Chris was introducing Dad to Daryl, who couldn't quit glancing over at Jesse.

She was now sitting naked in a big padded rocking chair, legs crossed, massaging her own breasts.

"Hi Daryl," I greeted him, "Do you know how to work one of those things?" I asked, indicating Dad's camcorder.

"Yeah-sure." He replied. My dad's got one just like it.

"Good." I said, looking at Dad. "Turn it over. I got something better for you to do right now." I realized that I was probably gonna get my little slave-girl ass strapped later for the pushy tone I was using toward my master, but I couldn't leave Mom standing alone blind, deaf and dumb forever.

I hurried into the kitchen and led Mom out into the living room, watching Dad's eyes carefully for signs of recognition. He only looked mildly surprised at the well-developed body I was leading in.

"Who's this?" He asked.

I tapped Mom against the backs of her knees, and guided her to lie face-down across the coffee table. I knelt down beside her and pulled the red panties halfway down her thighs, exposing her near-perfect bottom. I heard Chris somewhere behind me in the shadows grunt appreciatively.

"Somebody I want you to beat the shit out of." I said, looking Dad straight in the eye and offering him the belt.

For a moment Dad looked a little unsure, suspicious. "And how does she feel about that?" He asked.

"You don't hear her protesting, do you?" I smiled at him, running my hand gently over one of Mom's beautiful asscheeks.

Dad lowered himself to his knees, ran his hands over the smooth tan hemispheres, slipped a finger underneath to tickle the clam of her mons, parting the delicate labia. I could hear Mom's breathing intensify and her bottom began to rotate slowly in small circles. Dad leaned over and kissed the warm flesh, inhaling her scent.

"Nice." He said.

He stood up, long enough to kick off his shoes and drop his pants to the floor, then tossing the rest of his clothing across a chair, kneeled behind her again, caressing her ass and gently fingerfucking her until the rest of us could hear the moist sucking noise of her pussy clinging to his probing digit. Mom was moaning quietly and humping her butt back and forth toward him. When she was really juicy and lubricated, he slid her pretty panties down over her knees and off, pressed up against her behind, and guided his thickened cock into her warm tunnel.

"Oh, that's good." He groaned, slowly fucking against her gyrating behind. For a moment he just closed his eyes, pumping in and out, with a blissful smile on his face. Finally, he opened his eyes, turned to me and held out his hand. I lay the belt across his palm and leaned over to kiss him.

"She really likes it to hurt." I whispered.

"Mmm," He grinned wickedly. "So do I." As he stood again, brandishing the belt, I yanked my T-shirt dress over my head, quickly tossed my panties aside, and motioned Jess over to the low table. I prodded the backs of Mom's thighs until she got the message and moved up, then positioned her knees onto the tabletop, her butt poking up in the air.

Jess and I kneeled on either side of her, each taking hold of one ankle to keep her from thrashing. I ran one arm across her back, caressing her gently, as if I were soothing a skittish horse. She probably though she was about to get some more stiff cock in her wet snatch, or a sloppy mouth lapping at her clit. She must've been completely freaked when that narrow leather strap came blistering across her soft smooth ass. At least, that's the impression I got from the bloodcurdling scream that burst from under the thick fabric gag.

I began to pant and tremble in excitement, and I think I actually had an orgasm of sorts, without anyone even touching me. I couldn't tell you WHY- until I'd seen her standing in the kitchen, in her slutty lingerie, her hands chained in front of her and the pillowcase over her head, like some pornographic terrorist's hostage, I'd never even thought of doing anything like this.

I had to lean aside as the strap came whistling past my face again to snap sharply against Mom's soft thigh. Realizing that that first lick hadn't been just an overzealous love-pat, Mom began to struggle and yell, her screams muffled by the heavy cloth gag in her mouth. It was all Jess and I could do to hold her in place as she thrashed about.

KA-RAKK! The belt snapped across her firm round behind again, and I could see the red tracks appearing at odd angles on her pretty tan butt, the edges raising as deep red welts. Mom began to bellow and sob under her pillowcase, but her hips continued to wriggle, trying to wrench away from Jess and me, to escape the hot blows of the leather belt that sliced the air more and more rapidly, a torrent of incandescent blistering stripes cutting her beautiful sexy buns in a crisscross pattern of glowing red tracks.

As I watched the bumpy mottle of red welts bubble up under the rain of hot lashes, it did occur to me that I might have gone too far this time. Dad had spanked me before as part of my discipline training as his sex-slave, but he'd never beaten me the way he was thrashing Mom.

I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but I couldn't -the sight of Mom's scorched and scored bottom was too beautiful, her screams and sobs were making me too horny. 'She'll get over it,' I figured, 'Once the pain subsides- especially if she gets laid really good.'

Jesse must've been feeling the same sort of perverse thrills I was, because the minute Dad paused for a breath, she let go the ankle she was holding and dived onto his cock, grabbing it at the base and plunging her face onto the shaft, engulfing it in one fell swoop, to hammer her lips back and forth, sucking hungrily.

Across the room, Daryl held the camcorder, silently following the scene, moving from one angle to another to record all the action. I think he was afraid to say anything or ask any questions. Chris sat in one of the big chairs, his jeans crumpled on the floor at his feet. He still wore his shirt, but he was pulling his cock in long, slow strokes while he watched, looking back and forth from Jesse and Dad, to Mom's upturned bum. when he met my eyes, he just smiled, still pumping his dick.

"Wow." he said.

I turned my attention to Mom's ragged bottom, it's tortured surface radiating heat like a toaster oven. I gently kissed her sweet soft butt, gently savoring the feel of each swollen ridge with my tender lips. She trembled, still sobbing under the pillowcase.Her nose was running from all the crying she'd been doing and I knew I'd have to remove the gag so she could breathe.

While Jesse sucked Dad's dick, I popped into the kitchen to find a pair of scissors. Returning to Mom's side, I pinched a handful of the pillowcase in the front and snipped it off, leaving a ragged hole in front of her mouth. I lifted the cloth and pulled the rubber plug from one ear.

"Don't speak or he'll beat you again." I whispered.

Mother nodded. I replaced the earplug and yanked the gag loose at the back of her head where I'd stapled it together. She gasped and breathed deep.

I motioned to Chris.

"Come put that over here."

"Sure!" He said instantly, and clambered over on his knees. I held the cloth against Mom's face to expose her lips and Chris rubbed his engorged dickhead against them. Mom opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Chris' cock, sighing and moaning, but she didn't say a word.

I went back to the other side of the coffee table to caress and kiss Mom's red striped ass, lying against the table and leaning my head back to get under her cunt. I parted her labia with the fingers of one hand and reached up to keep stroking her bottom with the other. My tongue flicked out to lap and taste her tender clit and lick her sweet slit.

>From somewhere above, I heard Daryl's voice ask "Okay folks, I've only got one camera. Who am I shooting?" and Dad's voice reply "Get that."

He must've been pointing at me, 'cause seconds later I could see Daryl from the corner of my eye kneeling beside me, the camera aimed up between Mom's legs to get a clear shot of me feasting on her wet snatch.

I crooked a finger toward Dad and Jesse. "C'mere, you two." I said.

Dad took his cock from Jess' mouth, reluctantly, I'm sure- Jess gives really hungry head, and moved down to his knees on the floor. He straddled my body and eased his stiff dick back into Mom's sloppy wet fuckhole, while I continued to slurp her cuntlips, and now, his thick shaft.

Just the smell of their sweaty sex juices made me shudder. The sight of my Mom and Dad fucking each other, just inches from my face, while I licked their swollen sex organs, was a mind- blasting thrill! Jesse knelt between my legs and began nuzzling my pussy, kissing my tummy and mouthing my soft bush. Her tease was the cherry on the high, and I couldn't help moaning out loud, my mouth sucking hard on Dad's dick and balls and Mom's sopping pink hole, as if I were trying to leave little hickeys on them both. I reached in, entwining my fingers around Dad's plunging pole, jacking him off into Mom's cunt as I lapped at his hairy balls. I felt his hard meat swell up in orgasm, and I gripped it tight, pumping it into my mother's squirming snatch. I could feel the jerking and pulsing as his searing cum squirted in jetting streams of boiling fluid into Mom's hungry vagina. She slammed back against him when she felt his jism spurting into her, wriggling and writhing up against his crotch. I just held his iron rod tightly, encircled between my thumb and forefinger, until it's throbbing subsided.

Jesse's tongue danced lightly around my soft pussylips and my swollen little clit, while I gently eased Dad's huge, dripping meatstick from it's warm sheath and began to lick the gooey cream from it's length. I was trembling from head to toe with erotic not missing a drop of their creamy mingled essences. When Dad's cock was clean, I turned to Mother's glistening slit, where gobs of my father's heavy spunk were just starting to ooze thickly from between her tender pink lips. I buried my young face in her furry crotch and jabbed my tongue deep into her cunt, scooping the thick pools of Dad's sperm into my mouth, so I could savor the heavy cream, rub my face in it as it drooled from Mom's well-fucked hole.

Mother grunted unevenly as she continued to suck Chris' cock, as he pumped into her face, fucking her lips freely. She couldn't reach up to hold it, her hands were cuffed together, and she needed them both to support herself as she knelt on the coffee table. I couldn't see from underneath, but I could guess what was happening when I heard Mom groaning plaintively, and Chris grunting aloud at the same time.

He'd been fucking her face violently for about ten minutes, slamming his dick into her throat, his balls slapping up against her chin.

Suddenly he pulled free, just inches from her face-that was when she groaned in complaint, just as Chris' boiling white seed lurched in low arches from his shiny erection, spattering in thick splotches across the exposed part of Mom's face. Blobs clung to the pillowcase, some landed -plop!- on her outstretched tongue, a few fell to the carpet-

Chris had sure kept his word about saving up a big load!

"Bitchin'!" mumbled Daryl, on one knee beside Chris, capturing the whole beautiful cum shot on tape, close-up and personal.

I know how perfect it all looked because Daryl did such a great job with the camcorder, though frankly, at that precise moment I was kind of wrapped up in fucking Jesse's tongue.

I think it was about this time, too, that Dad took the camera back and covered the filming for awhile, 'cause when I looked up to see why Jess' had stopped eating me, Daryl was just rolling her over on the carpet and crawling between her legs. In seconds, Jess had Daryl's hard cock inside her and her slim legs wrapped around his back, bucking and humping him like a wild animal. Dad zoomed in with the camcorder and got a great close-up view of her dark-furred teen pussy sucking and pulling the length of his erect meat as she slammed up against him over and over again. On the tape-in slow motion- you can even see her swollen, purple- shaded-labia caressing that stiff shaft as it plunges in and out of her snug cunt. Every time I watch it, I get hotter and hotter as I watch Daryl's cockshaft get shinier and shinier with the lube juices Jess' slit is oozing as he fucks her.

"Hey Rachel," Chris said as I crawled from under Mom, "I got an idea."

He guided Mom down from the coffee table, removing her black lace bra, and lay her down beside Jesse. He motioned toward her upturned face, still half exposed through the pillowcase.

"Have a seat." he grinned, as he lowered his own face onto my mother's big breasts and began nuzzling the soft globes and licking her erect nipples. I crawled over to straddle Mom's face, spreading my cuntlips with my fingers and slowly lowering my crotch until she could feel the pressure of

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