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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these
stories.  We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.





                            Incest Games

                           By Jolene Homes



                             Chapter 1

     The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped
just inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening
on the bed, where her brother was jacking off.
     Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the
boy's stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly,
lovingly, up and down upon it.  Glynn was masturbating; no doubt
about that.  His balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of
his stroking, and she was surprised at their size, and at the
length of his prick.  It wasn't very big around--not compared to
the two she had seen to date--but it was inches longer than either
of those.
     Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its
pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those horny
magazines young guys seemed to dig so much.  It was turning on her
brother, that was certain; his hand fondled his glistening shaft,
and worked up to the lavender colored head, then stroked down to
his balls once more.  His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown,
feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a shaggy fur.
He was amazingly well developed for being only fifteen years old,
she thought.
     She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse
in her throat.  The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed
against her thin shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd
sneaked into her brother's room to borrow a special sweater,
without his knowing it.  Now she couldn't leave.
     Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement
as his hand slid up and down, up and down.  He had something on
his cock, she thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift
his hand to his mouth and lick it several times, wetting down the
palm.  Glynn was using his own saliva, and that was something she
had always wondered about, how boys did it.  It was easy for a
girl because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she slid
a finger inside to feel around--
     Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to
tremble there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold
in upon itself and the deep shiverings began.  Her pussy
responded, but her hand would not.  She wore jeans, and the
material was too tight, too thick at her crotch, for her to get
inside and start masturbating along with her brother.
     She was drawn to him now.  She yearned toward where he lay
stretched slim and tanned upon the bed.  They had always been
close, getting along much better than the other brothers and
sisters they knew. And lately, they had begun to develop a special
kinship, because of the turmoil in the family.
     But now--Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her
crotch--on the bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his
belly made sexy, bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his
clenching fist.  She took an involuntary step toward him, and
fought herself to a standstill again.  What was she doing?  What
did she have in mind?
     Him.  She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also
beginning to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her
avid pussy.  He was her brother and she wanted him, more so than
she had wanted the two other guys who had screwed her.  If that
was bad or forbidden or whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a
damn now.  She wanted Glynn, and she meant to have him.
     She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to wait it
through, thinking that if he came and all his boyish semen drained
from that interesting prick, then he might not have any left in
reserve for her. But she also wanted to see what happened when a
guy's cock exploded.  She'd felt the onrush of come before, but
she had never watched what happened.
     The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's eyes
caught the motion she'd made, and he looked up, stared right at
her.  He slapped the magazine down over his cock, his upper body
jerking erect, his eyes wide.
     "Sis!  What the hell--how long have you--get the hell outa'
my room!"
     Her voice was strange in her own ears, strained, sounding
kind of fuzzy.  "Glynn--don't--I wasn't sneaking--" she moved
toward the bed, her hand out entreatingly.  The other one was
still cupping her crotch.  Lorena reached the bed and her knees
gave way, spilling her upon it.
     "Damn it--" he said.
     She didn't know what she was saying; she hadn't consciously
meant to say "darling," but that's what came out.
     And it must have been the right thing, for her brother
stopped bristling defensively and a flush spread over his face.
"Lorena, you shouldn't have come in here without knocking.  I'm
not a kid anymore."
     "I'll say," she agreed, and watched his blush deepen.  Her
hand was on his leg, moving up to his knee, and she murmured, "I
saw what you were doing.  If you--if you go ahead until you come,
will that stop you from--well, doing anything else?"
     His eyes followed her hand, and he flinched when she reached
his thigh and the edge of the magazine that was protecting his
prick.  "You mean--you?  Sis, don't tease me.  I never had a girl
before.  I've only done this, jacked off."
     Lorena reached up and did things to the neck of her blouse.
It slipped away and he stared at her freed tits.  She felt her
nipples more erect and harder than they had ever been, and the
mounds themselves were swollen with this new, urgent need.  Her
lips moved numbly: "Do you like them?  Do you like my boobs?"
     "They're beautiful," he said.  "Oh wow--just like I always
dreamed they would be, if I ever got a peek at all of them."
     She swallowed.  "You can touch them.  Glynn.  You can let go
of that damned magazine and touch your sister's tits."
     His hands moved jerkily, came up with the fingers
outstretched.  The magazine slid off his lap and she saw the
beautiful hard cock spring erect once more. Watching him jack off
could wait, she decided; there would be plenty of time for that
kind of action, later.
     Her entire being trembled when her brother's hands moved over
her tits.  There was a look of awe in his face as he cupped the
mounds, as he pushed them down and allowed them to rise again,
with their erectile nipples firmly against his palms.
     "Beautiful tits," he said.  "Strong and lovely.  Man oh man,
to think I'm really, really playing with them."
     She couldn't wait.  Both her hands moved up his thighs and
her fingertips prowled into the shaggy forest of his brown pubic
hair.  Glynn jerked his pelvis, and his hard prick waved back and
forth like a flag-pole in an earthquake.  Lorena touched the base
of his cock, caressed the furry balls in their wrinkled sack. The
shaft of her brother's prick was throbbing; it was veined with
twisting lines, and the skin was impossibly soft along its length.
     The head of it was something else, still damp from his
saliva, flanged and bluntly pointed, that intriguing lavender
color deepening as she fingered over the knob.  As she watched, a
little droplet of clear fluid rose from the tiny mouth.  And his
fingers dug into her tits with an immediacy, an impatience that
matched her own sizzling emotions.
     She released his cock suddenly, her hands darting to her
waist, snatching at the zipper of her boys' jeans.  Wriggling her
hips and kicking off her tennies, Lorena stripped herself,
flinging away the panties, too.  When she rolled over onto the bed
with her bare legs churning, she was totally naked, and the
slightest touch of her brother's skin against her own was
electric.
     Their eager bodies slid together, flesh on flesh, and she
felt the long pole of his cock pressed tightly against her belly.
Lorena's mouth sought her brother's, and finding it, locked avidly
to his mobile lips.  Jolt after bright, hot jolt shot through her
body and went ricocheting around inside her head when their
tongues met.
     Wet and wild, they passed tongues back and forth, sucking and
being sucked; their teeth clashed gently, and Lorena thought that
Glynn was a natural cocksman, to know so much and to react so
well.  He'd never screwed a girl, yet here he was, so hot and
strong.
     Her tits worked across his chest, their nipples ultra-
sensitive.  Her pelvis ground itself into his, and she lifted one
slim leg to place it across his hip.  Glynn pushed nearer, then,
the head of his expanded prick pulsing hungrily, prodding at the
hairy mound of her humid pussy.
     Lorena reached for his cock, held lovingly to it for just a
moment, then steered the spongy-hard knob into the entrance of her
labia.  Glynn shoved, and the head of it skidded from the hole
itself, to slip greasily along the quaking pussy lips and on past
the cleft in her ass.  She fumbled down and took him in her
fingers again, clinging powerfully to her brother's prick as he
tried to pump it home.
     "E-easy, baby!" she gasped.  "Oh, take it easy. Here--let me
guide it for you.  Yes, darling; there--oh, there!  Feel how wet
and soft it is?  Now push it in my cunt, Glynn.  Take your time."
     He said brokenly, "Sis--oh, sis!  You're so hot and slick,
it's like nothing I ever felt before--all juicy and like velvet.
Man!  I'm getting into my beautiful sister's pussy."
     She felt the head thrust into her outer cunt lips, and knew
the thrill as it penetrated, stretching the labia, as it came on
into the next frail barrier and shoved it aside, also.  He was
into her snatch then, pushed the length of his long, hard prick
all the way into her wetly grasping vagina.
     Lorena knew a strange new sensation as she realized that the
head of her brother's cock was pumping against her cervix, that
for the first time in her young life, the cup of her womb was
being prodded by a boy's prick.  It was so much more thrilling to
know that she was being fucked by her brother.  Dear, darling
Glynn; he had grown up practically under her wing after their
parents started fighting.  Now he was really hers, and she was
his, in this marvelous intimacy.
     "I--I feel your pussy around my prick," he panted, moving his
belly into hers, backing his rod out almost to the head before
shoving it deep again.  "Oh, wow--sis!  I always dreamed fucking
you would be crazy, but never this hot and slippery and good. Oh--
I'm going to come.  Already!  I--I can't hold it off!  I love you
so much--AHHH!"
     She ground her cunt around upon his plunging shaft, digging
her fingernails into the smoothly muscled cheeks of his ass.  "Go
on, darling!  Let it all go! Squirt your lovely hot semen into me,
into your sister's cunt.  It's all right.  It's fine, baby."
     His come erupted from the flexing end of his hard cock,
spewed forth a boiling stream of the wondrous liquid that both
seared and soothed.  Lorena met his hesitant, broken strokes,
swinging her ass and humping her snatch to him, knowing the wet
slap of her brother's balls.  He was sweet and magnificent and
adorable--and she rode the diminishing spurts of his semen as they
splashed torridly into her shuddering pussy.
     Clamping down on his embedded shaft, she held him still, her
hands stroking his buttocks, her fingers dipping swiftly and
tantalizingly into the furry crack and out again.  Arms wrapped
around his slim, hard body, she crushed her tits into his heaving
chest and breathed into his ear: "Rest a minute, Glynn.  You came
too soon, but I loved it, anyhow.  You were so hot, getting your
first fuck, that you just blew off before you could control
yourself.  Next time will be better.  I'm really slippery inside
now, darling--all foamy and soapy from your semen in there.  And
next time, I'll come with you.  Oh baby brother--you have a simply
gorgeous prick!"
     Glynn nuzzled her throat in answer, his hands moving warmly
up and down her back.  "Wow, sis--that was far out.  It sure beats
jacking off, and my cock is wiggling around inside your crazy
pussy on its own. I'll be able to go again in a few seconds; I
know I will."
     Caressing her brother's ass, Lorena squirmed gently upon his
stiff prick, wondering at its continued hardness.  The other boys
she had screwed usually lost their hards right away.
     She moved her mouth into his ear, used her tongue to tickle
him there, pushing it right on down into the curvy little hole.
Glynn heaved against her, twisting and turning, and she started to
stroke on his buried cock.
     Pulling his ass to her with both hands, she bucked her pelvis
into his, rotated her crotch so that her sensitized cunt walls
could enjoy every rubbing of his prick.  Her clit vibrated at each
sensuous touch, and she could feel her asshole tighten.  Such a
long, hard cock, she thought; a cherry cock, all for her.  Glynn
had been a virgin until a few moments ago, and he had never tried
to take his prick out of his sister's jealous pussy since firing
his first over-eager load there.
     "Screwing you again," he breathed, his hands now with a
powerful grip upon her ass.  "Putting my meat up your pussy again,
sis.  Oh man--it's great  great!"
     She said, "Fuck me, baby brother.  Oh, fuck me until I can't
breathe; you have the most beautiful prick ever, and I want it,
want to screw it until I pass out from coming.  Glynn, darling--
oh, pump it to me. That's so good!"
     He picked up a beat, his slim shaft working in and out of the
grasping confines of her wet pussy, screwing in his own semen, in
the bubbling residue of his own ejaculation.  Lorena knew the
seeping of overflow, as her own lubricating oils mixed so
copiously with her brother's come.  She pulled him more tightly to
her with the gripping of her leg, and braced her heel behind his
knee for a better purchase.
     They bumped bellies, and Lorena felt behind her surging ass,
reached through her thighs to find his swinging balls.  She held
them, squeezed them gently, fondled them as Glynn fed his stiff
and rejuvenated meat to her avid cunt.  Her brother was learning
already, and starting to roll his ass, to grind it as he used his
boyish prick.  It was better for them both, slippery and juicy,
teasing and deeply felt.
     Lorena speeded up her rhythm, needing the hard meat deeper,
faster, needing more of it in her inflamed pussy.  Her clitoris
was thrumming madly, and she began to feel the slight break in
Glynn's thrusts, the faint jerkings that signaled the swift
approach of his own orgasm.
     "Go, baby brother!" she gasped.  "Oh yes, darling--fuck me
hard and fuck me strong!  Stick your cock so deep that I'll feel
it in my belly.  Oooh!  Oh!  Y-yes--Glynn!  That's it, darling.
I'm coming--coming--coming!"
     He was only a heartbeat behind the titanic cresting that
broke foaming throughout her rippling cunt. Great and glorious,
her climax swept her body, making her moan and twist, making her
asshole knot itself.  Glynn's semen hissed scorchingly into her
snatch, another heavy load of come that poured the length of her
throbbing pussy, drowning her womb and flooding back to leak
creamy and sticky around his root and down to her thigh.
     Her nails raked his sweaty back, and her pelvis made a
drumbeat against his hairy crotch.  She loved her brother
insanely, completely, totally now.  No matter what else happened,
they had each other.



                             Chapter 2

     Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his
sister at breakfast the next day.  And when she brushed her bare
knee against his under the table, he started to raise an immediate
hard.  She smiled at him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered
lashes. He thought there had never been a more beautiful girl, and
the tightening of his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy
she was.
     But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he
damned near choked on a bite of pancake.  Swallowing quickly, he
asked, "What?  Me?  Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take
care of myself."
     His mother frowned at him.  "Yes, I suppose so.  But there's
the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll
admit."
     She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing
that now.  She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap.
Man!  How old did she think he was--ten?  What would she think if
he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter,
twice?
     "I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help,
"Dad?"
     His father continued to read the paper.  "Your mother makes
all the decisions around here, son.  It's been that way for quite
awhile now."
     Arlene Johansen flared immediately.  "If you'd spend some
time with these children--"
     "Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated
behind his paper again.
     "Children," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his
stack of pancakes.  He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged
him again, not caressing this time, but warning him about
something.
     Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom.  Honest, I wouldn't
mind.  But since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and
since Glynn will probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing
I can do is furnish a sitter.  I'll call one of my friends.  And
I'll come back from the library as soon as I can.  If I didn't
have to get my term paper ready--"
     Arlene banged down her coffee cup.  "All right, all right.
We'll probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be
prepared for a fairly long job.  And Glynn--"
     He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I
know.  Be a good little boy."  He winced when Lorena kicked him on
the shin, but stared down into his plate as if nothing had
happened.  Damn, he thought; nothing went right around the house
any more.  He wondered what the hell Lorena had in mind--faking a
sitter so they could be together again, so they could fuck some
more?  He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his hardening
prick
     But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone
in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody.  Maybe she was
putting them on, only pretending to make the call.  If she wasn't
he didn't know what she was thinking.
     His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned
the pages of the newspaper.  Glynn wiped up his final pancake with
honey and gulped it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table;
not right away, because his cock was threatening to split his
jeans.  He'd have to sit there until it went down.
     Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered
again how his dad could possibly leave her.  Boy, he thought, his
eyes following the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt
moved beneath her short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass.
Funny, he decided; he could come right out with an idea like that,
since he had fucked his sister. He'd kind of avoided it, before.
     But his mom was sure a sexy chick--tall and sort of regal,
with big, high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked.  How
could his father walk out on something like that?  Glynn shook his
head and fumbled around his plate, draining his glass of milk.
His cock went soft quick enough when Lorena came back to say, "I
got a sitter.  It's Jean Marks, a wonderful girl in my class who
needs the money.  You'll like her, I'm sure."
     Glynn said, "Aakk!"  But his mother said absentmindedly,
"Yes, of course.  Eric--are you going to sit there all morning?
You know very well what time the appointment is."
     Glynn caught his sister in the hall.  "What the hell--"
     "Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the
mouth.  "Jean is a real fox.  I'm doing you a big favor, young
man."
     "Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick
caress of his crotch.  He stood watching her, seeing the groovy
way her ass moved in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel
of that ass and the pussy itself.  Beautiful and hot, juicy and
eager to fuck, she was some sister to have.  Glynn wanted to run
after her and grab her tits from behind, so he could rub his
stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks.  He wanted to throw her
down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he could get his
hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.
     But of course, he couldn't; not right now.  Tonight though,
there would be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his
aching meat into that hotly clenching snatch again.  He had to
fuck her some more, or go out of his head.  His balls were
beginning to ache right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub
them.
     The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he
scrubbed his body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward.
Staring down at his shaft, he fingered along its length, then
dropped his hand quickly.  No need to jack off now; he was fucking
a lovely girl, hotter and sexier because she was his own older
sister.  Man, oh man; what tits, what an ass--and how her pussy
kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it until it came.
     Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks.
Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to
meet his babysitter.  A sitter, man!
     But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel.
Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too
knobby or something.
     She was a doll.  Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was
small, because she was all that but it didn't work out that way.
Jean Marks had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and
a bright, warm smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.
     Jean said, "So you're Glynn.  I've heard so much about you,
from your sister."
     All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things;
then his mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the
pool, and all that crap.  He flinched when his sister went by,
because she pinched his ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."
     Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed
Lorena out the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each
other, all the way to the Caddy.  He pretended he was really
interested in watching his sister drive off in her Bug, but he
felt the girl's eyes on him.  So he moved too quickly from the
window and bumped into a coffee table before he could make it to
the patio.
     He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and
stood there uncertainly.  Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and
looked all around the patio.  She said, "Can't see a house from
here, even; complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees."
     Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so
uptight.  After all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a
girl, twice; now he didn't have to wonder how to make it, or
whether his prick was too skinny.  Lorena had loved it, she said.
     He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling
cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks.  If this chick wasn't
so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay.  But his sister had called
him lucky to have Jean around, and that was pretty weird.
     She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms
over her head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small
but groovy tits, and the nipples themselves.  She had on a thin
halter and her shorts clung to every shaping and dip of her
thighs; Glynn could see her mound, and his eyes were magnetically
drawn to the cleft of her pussy.
     Then she took off her top.  His eyes bugged when she just
whipped away the halter and dropped it.  She said, "That water
looks great, but I didn't bring a suit. You don't mind, do you?"
     He swallowed some water and made a choking noise.  "N-no."
     So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn't
been wearing panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed
brightly at him from between her flawless thighs.  Her skin was
very white, and when she moved down the pool steps, her entire
small body seemed to undulate with a special sensuous grace.
     Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the
wavelets came to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits,
and at last to the rosy nipples which were standing straight out.
She neared him and put those fine little points right up against
his wet chest.  Glynn's cock struggled to tear free of his trunks,
and beneath the water, Jean's naked pussy seemed to blaze into his
crotch.
     She held up her mouth to him.  "Lorena said you screwed her,
your own sister.  I think that's groovy, Glynn.  She knows how I
like to swing with groovy people, so she called me to be your
sitter today.  I hurried right over."
     Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot,
wet tongue was quick and penetrating.  Jean's teeth raked his, and
his hands felt over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled
against him.  When their mouths parted, she said, "Are you going
to keep those trunks on?"
     He couldn't wait a second longer.  Last night he had been a
cherry, and here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl.
Glynn couldn't believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it.
Hurrying, he slid off the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out
strong and long, nudging its distended head against the slippery
belly of the eager girl.
     Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing
shaft, and her smile was hotly knowing.  "Nice--very hard and
long.  I think Lorena was right, that you're going to be a really
farout lover, once you get the hang of everything.  Here, darling-
-"
     She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand
while the other played tantalizingly with his rod.  Jean got her
legs around him, crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious
little snatch was right there, tilting up at him.  He made a
tentative humping movement, and she guided the throbbing head of
his cock into position.
     Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his
cockhead as it started to push into the tight, very hot lips of
her cunt.  He took hold of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery
cheeks of her well shaped little ass, and by spreading his feet on
the bottom of the pool, Glynn could maintain his balance and
shove. But he moved them toward the pool wall, anyhow, needing a
better grip on things.
     Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped
him get the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into
the scorching grip of her excited pussy.  In it went, and by the
time he had reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the
wet tiles, the shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside
that tightly gripping cunt.
     "Ahh, darling," she breathed.  "That's good.  That's
terrific.  Oh, how I love a good, hard prick!  Use it in me,
Glynn.  Push it all the way to your balls and pull it back to the
head--but don't take it all the way out."
     "I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his
throat, his shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around
him like a pale white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and
down in the water as he began to pound his cock home with more
powerful thrusts.
     She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was tighter,
and he dug fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her
wet mouth to his, and the hard nipples of her tits skidded back
and forth across his chest as they moved and hunched together.
"Give it to me, Glynn," she hissed into his teeth.  "Oh, darling,
feed me that wonderful hard meat!  Darling, darling--you use your
prick so beautifully--ahh!  Ahh, yes!  Good--it's so long, and I
can feel it poking away up in my pussy--ahh!"
     Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, grinding
his cock deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking
and driving, feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to
slap lightly against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass.
He clung to her cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and
the hammering movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier.
     Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling
back and forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock.  She
bit his lips and threw her head back as she tore her lips from
his.
     "Ahh!  Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch!  Oh yes--I dig
it, I love it--fuck me some more, more!  I'm about to come, you
horny little bastard!  I'm going to come, to COME!"
     She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon
his waist.  Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt,
continued to slam his rod home to the hilt as he felt the flexing
of her vagina inside, and sensed a new lubrication oozing from the
pussy walls.  Pumping into the grip of that blazing pussy, his own
orgasm built wildly within his balls, and Glynn felt the onrush of
his semen as it hurtled up through the seesawing rod of his cock
and swelled the head of it.
     His come exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a
furiously boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow
cunt with the bubbling cream.  His balls leaped upward against the
cleft of her rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her
slippery flesh.
     Glynn's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that
fucking seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick
would ever be truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own
sister, but this hotly wiggling girl was good enough.
     Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to
keep his prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on
the bottom of the pool.  "Nice," Jean purred.  "Very nice.  Now we
can climb out of the water and go over there to get in some real
fucking. Can you go again this quickly?"
     "Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new
knowledge, and she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her
cunt.
     She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind,
staring into the sweet red crack of her lovely ass.  He came out
of the pool with water pouring from his cock, and with a little
creamy drop of semen still clinging to the head.
     They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean
turned to fit herself into his arms again. That was when Lorena
Johansen came from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a
wrap-around towel.
     "You guys look fine together," his sister said as Glynn
stared.  "Mind if I join the party?"



                             Chapter 3

     Lorena thought she had never seen anything so beautiful as
her brother and the girl, naked together. She had come back too
late to actually watch them screwing in the pool, but she knew
they had.  The look of love was upon them both, and their naked,
dripping bodies were glowing with what they had just done.
     "Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody
could be looking down into the patio from the taller houses over
there."
     Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and Jean
smiled wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the way back into
the house, her small but shapely ass swinging seductively from
side to side.  Lorena followed them, thinking that she couldn't
have done better than to bring those two together, Jean was always
talking about how she was just about insatiable, that she loved to
screw, and Glynn was getting started right.
     But Lorena always knew what might have been a faint flash of
jealousy.  After all, he was her brother, and she had taken his
boyish cherry.  But a moment later, she knew how very foolish that
was.  If she loved Glynn, she wanted to see him happy, and if he
was happy fucking the lovely little redhead, then she could only
be happy, too, not jealous.
     Besides, she was very interested in seeing him do it to her
friend, and all excited about the prospect of joining them
herself.  Jean Marks turned in the middle of the living room and
said, "Here, kids?"
     "Why not?" Lorena asked.  "I locked the front door when I
came in."
     Glynn was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes licking
hotly over her tits, so she let the wrap-around towel slide down
and expose them.  Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy
was throbbing softly between her thighs.  He said, "You really
want to join us, sis?  I mean--screw with us?"
     "I really want to," she answered.  "I never did this before,
either, but I'm sure we can work it out and ball."
     "Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily.  "This ought to be a wild
scene for everybody.  Oh wow."
     Jean had such a beautiful body, Lorena thought; it was so
modeled, every tiny curve exactly in place and tantalizingly
shaped, the pale white skin flawless and silken.  She dropped her
towel the rest of the way and let her own body gleam nudely for
them.  Bigger than Jean, with different coloring and different
shapings, she was just as firm, just as pretty in a sexy design of
her own, and the look she caught in her brother's widened eyes
told her so.  She smiled at him, and at the erect pole of his
long, slim cock.  The boy had just dipped that hard shaft into the
red-haired pussy over there, but he was ready to go again.
     Funny, she thought, but she wasn't at all embarrassed.  It
seemed so natural and right that they share their bodies with each
other, if that was what they wanted.
     "You're really beautiful," Jean Marks murmured.
     "Yeah," Glynn agreed, his eyes raking her from head to toe,
seeing her snatch, the hard points of her tits.  She thrust her
groin forward for him, spreading her thighs just a little.
     Nobody had ever turned her on like her brother; nobody had
ever done such a wonderful job of fucking her, and Lorena
suspected that they were just beginning to explore and understand
the mysteries of each other's bodies.  And there was Jean--ah,
yes, Jean of the miniature body so wonderfully shaped; Jean who
had been so open about seeking new sexual thrills.  Was it bad to
look at another girl's body and get excited?  Lorena didn't know
about that, only that she was stimulated as she had seldom been
before.
     Jean said, "You were right, Lorena; your brother has a
wonderfully hard prick.  I wish I had a brother like him."
     "Be my guest," Lorena said, moving closer so that she could
bring her belly next to Glynn's.  Their thighs brushed, and she
pressed against his cock, pushed it up between their bellies.  It
was long and round, next to her skin, and she could feel the
hungry pulsing of the organ, as if it were about to demand she do
something to soften it.
     Her nipples dug into his chest, boring hotly there, as
insistent as his prick was.  Glynn's hands slid over her hips,
caressing, and he said, "I still can't believe I'm so lucky."
     Lorena kissed him, softly at first, then with an avid fury
that thrust her tongue over his own and as far back into his mouth
as she could reach.  They rolled their nude bodies together, and
their hands were everywhere, fondling and cupping, stroking and
petting. Their breath mixed hotly, and she found that she was
making sensual, thrusting motions with her crotch.
     Gasping, she backed away from him, conscious of the new
lubrication that was making her pussy oily inside, that was
bringing little drops of warm dew to glisten along the cunt lips
and among the curly pubic hairs.  "Oh wow, Glynn.  I could take it
standing up like this, but there's Jean--"
     Jean came to them, putting a small hand on each of their
shoulders.  "To share with, darlings.  Look--neither of us wants
to be disappointed right away, although I think that Glynn here
could go all day, if he wanted.  Sa what do you say we--you and
me, Lorena--stretch out on the floor here, so that he can take
turns."
     Lorena stared.  "You mean, screw us in turn?"
     "Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned.  "I mean he screws one
of us awhile--without coming--then the other; taking turns that
way.  Of course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go
into whoever he happens to be fucking at the moment."
     "That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed.  "Glynn?"
     "Oh hell yes," he grinned.  "Man, oh man!  Dipping my wick
into two beautiful cunts, one right after the other.  I'm liable
to flip right out."
     Holding hands, Lorena sank to the carpet with the other girl,
little hot waves of anticipation skipping madly up and down her
spine.  It was all so wild, so unreal; all her sexual fantasies
were coming true, one at a time.  She didn't have to worry now
about how mom and dad were getting along, didn't have to feel the
antagonism between her parents heavy in the air. She was being
loved; she was loving, and the outside world didn't count against
that.
     The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she sat
down, caressed her spine as she lay back, still holding hands with
Jean Marks.  The other girl's foot rubbed hers and made it tingle.
Eyelids fluttering, Lorena looked up and saw her brother kneeling
between her outspread legs.
     Glynn was staring down at her pussy, the fingers of his right
hand wrapped around the white column of his cock.  It was the
first way she'd seen that wondrous prick, since they'd both grown
up, when he was masturbating it.  The head glowed lavender and it
was bluntly pointed; she could see the veins throbbing beneath the
shaft, and her eyes briefly touched the sack of his down-hanging
balls.
     "You first," Glynn said.  "You don't mind if my cock-head is
still a little sticky from going off inside Jean's pussy?"
     "N-no," Lorena answered hoarsely, "I don't mind." She was
shaking inside and out, fascinated by the glistening drop of
whitish fluid that dangled from the very tip of her brother's
cock.
     She was also crazily turned on by her hip touching Jean's, by
the other girl's softly throbbing presence. Lorena glanced quickly
over at her friend, and saw the nipples of the girl's tits
standing high and hard, saw the deepness of the green eyes focused
upon her own.
     "Fuck him hard," Jean breathed, and squeezed Lorena's hand.
     Lorena flinched when her brother reached down to caress her
hips.  His hands ran lightly and teasingly over her belly, barely
touched her pussy, then stroked over the extremely sensitive
insides of her trembling thighs.  He said to her: "You're so
beautiful, sis; I almost come just looking down at your cunt.
Your pussy hair is so deep and thick, and I can see the lips kind
of pouting out through the curls."
     Glynn touched a fingertip to her labia, and Lorena's hips
rolled in immediate reflex.  He fondled her dewy cunt lips,
tickled into the hairs around her ass, and she heard him catch his
breath.  Then his finger slid inside her body, feeling around
within the tight, hot gripping of her vagina.  She gasped as it
went in to the knuckle, as the round length of it massaged gently
across her stimulated clitoris.
     "D-darling," she breathed.  "Oh Glynn--I'm so hot I can't
wait.  Please--"
     When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head into the
giving hairs of her pussy and pushed it down so that it kissed the
hot, wet lips, Lorena clamped down hard on Jean's hand, and her
left leg lifted to coil itself sinuously around the other girl's
leg.
     "So hot," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering, "so very hot
inside my pussy--"
     "Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his strong
young prick into the hungry lips of her steamy cunt.  It spread
them apart, slid long and round between them, up into the pit of
her vagina, up and up until she felt the marvelously soft sack of
his balls come to rest in the cleft of her ass.
     Head turned aside, she said to Jean Marks: "It's all the way
up my pussy, so long and hard.  Oohh--I love it; oh, how I love my
brother's prick!"
     Jean turned on her side, rubbing her leg along Lorena's, now
able to press the twin mounds of her firmly molded tits into
Lorena's shoulder.  The piquant face was very close, and so
appealing, the deep green eyes smoldering, the pink lips parted in
damp invitation.
     As Glynn began to stroke his cock within the confines of her
shuddering snatch, Lorena did the most natural thing that occurred
to her: she kissed the other girl's beckoning mouth.  The lips
were soft and tender, trembling against her own, and the little
hot tongue darted questingly into her mouth where her own tongue
met it with consuming passion.
     Her brother's breath panted hotly into her ear, and his hands
took a grip upon the rolling of her hips, pinning them down for a
long, conquering moment as he jammed his cock home to the hilt
again.
     "Uhhh!" Lorena grunted into the other girl's avid mouth, and
shivered to the feel of Jean's hands when they started to caress
the heavy tenderness of her swollen tits.
     It was wild and insane, but her heart threatened to tear out
of her chest with crazy leapings of joy, and her lower body moved
in sinuously thrusting happiness as her pussy contracted and rode
up and down the greased pole of her brother's cock.  To be fucked
by him, of all people, to be screwed by her very own brother,
while another girl kissed her and played with the rigid nipples of
her aching tits--this was all out of the world, so far out she
hadn't really imagined it before.
     Lorena let herself go, bit down lightly upon the other girl's
lips and used her own hands to discover the textured shapings of
Jean's breasts.  She rocked upon the pistoning cock that moved so
steadily and powerfully inside her gripping cunt, reveling in
every move of the meaty rod, loving every tiny vein along its
length, every miniscule bump and pore of the slippery skin.
     She was loved, loved, adored in duplicate and who was to say
it was wrong to love one of your own sex? Certainly not anybody
who didn't even know how to love on their own; certainly not her
mother and father.
     Only her beloved brother with the steadily surging prick
shoved up her pussy; only this gorgeous little girl whose tits
felt so wonderful--only Lorena herself, screwing so wonderfully,
churning her cunt around the now hammering cock; these were the
only people who had any say-so over what they wanted to do, what
they needed to do.  For each other and to each other.
     "Sis--oh wow, sis!  You're so hot and juicy--your cunt is
just eating up my prick--oh--ahh--I'm coming, darling.  I'm
coming!"
     With a last, twisting thrust, Glynn shoved his meat far up
her pussy, and she felt the head of it bumping her womb, felt the
wet slap of his balls in the crack of her ass.  Her vagina
vibrated strongly around his glans as her brother began to come,
as he started to shoot the essence of his heaving testicles up
inside her snatch.
     His hotly bubbling semen splashed against her cervix, flooded
boiling into the cup of her cunt, soaking the clinging tissues of
her vaginal walls.  Lorena flexed her cunt around the embedded
cockhead, and when she gave another long, sensuous gyration of her
crotch on the shaft, knew her own orgasm as it came rising swiftly
from the epicenter of her thrumming clit.
     "Umm, umm!" she moaned, her mouth held captive by Jean's, her
tongue curling and uncurling with the other girl's.  Her belly
hammered at her brother's pelvis, and she sucked upon Jean's lips
while the waves of ecstasy roared throughout her pussy.
     Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her through
undulating curves of soft, sweet flesh, that bore her upon its
breast, that yet somehow held her impaled upon the penetration of
the adored shaft. Lips nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle
hands manipulated the cones of her tits; Lorena lay relaxed and
limp, unable to remotely imagine any better feelings, any more
wondrous place than this moment in enchanted time.
     "Terrific," Jean Marks said softly.  "I never saw anyone
screwed before, and its terrific.  Especially when I know I'm
going to take that same great prick, in a few minutes."
     Slowly, Lorena came back to the world.  With some regret, but
with more interest, she turned over onto one side, so that she
could face the girl.  When she made the move, her brother's cock
slipped from the wet glove of her cunt.  She felt its head
leaking, and sensed the sticky trail of semen left across the
inside of one thigh.
     "Can I do anything--anything special?" she asked Jean.
     The redhead sat up, her neat little tits bouncing. She smiled
and said, "I'd like to ride Glynn this time--that is, if he can go
again soon."
     "Sure," Glynn said.  "Just give me time to catch my breath,
and I'll be ready again."
     "Isn't he amazing?" Jean asked, coming to her knees and
grinning fondly at her new lover.
     "That he is," Lorena agreed, for her brother was much better
than both the lovers she had known, and so ready to screw again,
after such a short time between fucks.  He was amazing, all right,
and very, very special.  She would give him anything he wanted,
all he needed or craved or desired, no matter how far out his
newly awakened sexual tastes might become.
     They were all each had--besides a friend like Jean here; if
they clung together, gave all they had, took all there was to
receive, then what power could separate them?
     Not their parents.  Lorena would not allow that, now.



                             Chapter 4

     Glynn heard his parents come home, because they were arguing
about something the minute they hit the door.  He pushed aside the
book he had been reading, slipped on his robe and went downstairs
to raid the fridge.  He was hungry, and grinned at the idea of
stoking up his strength again.  It had been a long day, and the
most groovy one of his life; too bad it had to end so soon.
     There had been the swinging with his sister and Jean, all
mixed up as he dipped his cock into one fine pussy after the
other.  It had been hot, wild and crazy, and he popped his nuts so
many times that he was weak in the knees.  But that didn't matter;
he was young and strong and recovered quickly.
     As he went into the kitchen, his father cut short whatever
he'd been saying, but by the look on the old man's face, Glynn
knew the argument was just starting.  Why the hell couldn't they
stop hacking at each other, he wondered.  They must have dug each
other once, and should be able to make it again, if they would
only try.
     His mother said, "Want me to fix you a sandwich, dear?"
     "He's big enough to take care of himself," his father said.
     "Sure," Glynn agreed.  "I'll just grab a bite and get out of
your way."
     "You're not in the way," his mother said.
     His father grunted, "Oh for Christ sake," and tilted up a can
of beer to drain it.
     Feeling stiff and awkward, Glynn dived into the refrigerator
and took a chunk of cheese and a bottle of milk.
     "Sit right there and finish your snack," his mother ordered.
"I won't let your father drive you out of your own kitchen."
     Glynn sat down and watched his dad slam out of the room; in a
moment, he heard the tinkle of ice into a glass, and knew his
father was at the little bar in the living room.  "Mom," he said,
"I wish you guys wouldn't fight over me."
     Her smile was soft and a little sad.  "It's not exactly over
you, dear.  It's more like a habit we've gotten into."
     He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a laxness
around her mouth, and she was just a little careless about how she
leaned over.  Glynn could see the rounded top moundings of his
mom's big, high tits as she bent to straighten out her stockings.
Damn, he thought; a guy could lose himself between those fine,
firm boobs, and for the first time, let his mind run free with the
images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners of his
head.
     Man, oh man!  A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed
those tits against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy
nipples right through the thin robe she had been wearing.  He had
jacked off in the bathroom, ideas running riot in his mind about
fondling them, maybe even kissing and sucking on them. That time,
his semen had exploded before he could catch the sticky stuff in
toilet paper, and he had to clean it off the floor.
     He blushed when his mom straightened up, but couldn't pull
his eyes away from her lifted skirt.  She was still fooling around
with the stocking on her left leg, and his eyes followed her hands
as she stroked up over the silken knee, up along the swelling of
her sleek, long thigh.
     Her legs were so long, tapering just so, and he got one
magic, too-quick glimpse of the edge of her frilly panties before
she dropped her skirt and cut off his view.  Glynn shuddered
slightly, his head reeling as he contemplated the juiciness of the
forbidden treasure snuggled so enticingly there between the soft,
full thighs of his mother's wonderful legs.
     How the hell could his old man pass that up?  He knew they
hadn't been sleeping together for months now, ever since his dad
moved into the extra bedroom.  That meant that neither of them was
getting any fucking, although his dad could very well be playing
around on the side.  But his mother was usually home, and Glynn
didn't quite see her as laying anybody in the neighborhood.
     It was an idea, though, and he thought more about that as she
began to tidy up the kitchen.  His eyes clung to the curves of her
delectable ass as she moved, seeing the way her skirt caressed the
molded flanks, how it dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of
her buttocks.  Maybe his mom was getting really frustrated, and
she needed a man.  With a sexy body like that, and the way she
moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, she had to be a wild, hot
piece of cunt.  It was a shame to see it going to waste.
     Glynn bit into the cheese and gulped milk, conscious that his
well-used cock was beginning to rise beneath his robe.  Did his
father have a bigger one? Probably, he thought, the old man was a
big, burly guy, and probably had a prick to match the rest of him,
and although Glynn had sometimes wondered about that big thing
being shoved into his mom's fine pussy, he had always pushed the
idea quickly away in shame.
     Now he rolled it around in his head, enjoying the feel of his
thoughts, trying to picture his dad crawling between his mother's
long, slim legs, trying to see what that gorgeous pussy really
looked like, all curling hairs deep and rich, with the wet, pink
lips peeping out shyly, eager for the first touch of the cock-
head.
     Glynn's prick throbbed painfully, and he crossed his legs to
keep it quiet.  Maybe he wouldn't dare think the way he was, if he
hadn't already screwed his sister.  But now he wondered if that
was any different than fucking his mother.  Lorena was a lovely,
hot fuck, and he was glad she had been the one to technically get
his cherry.  He was a lucky guy, and loved his sister more,
because they had shared their bodies.  Could he love his mom more,
the same way, if he was ever so lucky as to get into that
marvelous, deep cunt?
     The cheese was gone, and so was the milk, but he didn't want
to leave right away.  His mother was sneaking another nip of
whiskey from the bottle that was kept hidden in the cupboard, away
from the bar. Glynn ran his eyes over her back, lingering at the
shapeliness of her ass.  He'd give anything to snuggle up to that
tempting pair of cheeks, to nudge his hard prick in between them,
maybe bend it down so that it could slide between her thighs,
slide wetly along those tickling pussy hairs, feeling the heat of
her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful enchanted softness there.
     She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty milk
carton, blushing again.  When he looked up, she was eyeing him
intently.  "Anything the matter, dear?"
     "N-no, mom; guess I'd better get up to bed."
     "Kiss me goodnight, Glynn."
     No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep his hard cock from
touching his mom's belly.  She had her arms around him, pulling
him close, trying to gain some kind of comfort from him, and he
was embarrassed when his meat thumped against her body.
     But her lips were warm and damp, and she kissed him right on
the mouth, holding the kiss longer than usual.  It made him highly
uncomfortable, especially since his own arms had automatically
slipped around her lithe, slim waist, and now he was feeling the
tantalizing softness of her tits as they flattened against his
chest.
     Glynn managed to break away, flustered and shaken, and caught
his mother looking quizzically at him.  He fled when she said
something, not catching anything but the wondering tone of her
voice.  Oh wow, he thought--he'd almost blown it that time.
Hurrying up the stairs, he scooted into his sister's room without
knocking, and clicked the latch behind him.
     Her bedlamp was on, and her body was outlined by the sheet;
light spilled over her honeyblonde hair and she looked very good.
"Something the matter?" she asked.
     "They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit down on
the edge of her bed.  "Both of them are drinking, and when mom
made me kiss her goodnight, I got a hard on.  I'm sure she felt it
against her belly. Wow, sis--I damn near freaked out."
     Lorena touched his hand.  "After all that good screwing
today, you can still get hard?  Does mom turn you on so much?"
     He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his hard
cock was working its way out from the fold of his robe.  "Yes."
     "The same way I turn you on?"
     He nodded.  "Maybe even more.  I mean, I love you sis, and I
dig the fucking you taught me.  I guess I'll always love you more
than any other chick I get to screw, because we're closer.  But
mom--well, I've been dreaming about her for years, only I never
came right out and admitted it to myself before."
     Lorena nodded and stroked his hand.  "I know, Glynn.  I
always had the same thing for dad, dreams and wild ideas.  But I
never thought beyond the dreams--until now."
     He stared at his sister.  "What do you mean?"
     Her hand drifted along his arm and dropped down on his cock.
Gently, she felt the head, running her fingers lightly over its
throbbing bulb.  "I mean, maybe this is the way we can make them
stop working on the divorce, and stay with each other."
     Glynn peeled off his robe and his prick sprang free and stiff
into his sister's softly teasing hand.  "I don't understand--"
     She wrapped her fingers tightly around his rod and massaged
it tenderly.  "If I can somehow get dad to fuck me--and oh how I
want him to do that!--then maybe I can hold him here, in our
house.  I mean, if he digs fucking me as much as I know I'll enjoy
being screwed by him, then he won't want to leave, even if he's
still mad at mom."
     Glynn eased toward his sister, and she pulled him lightly
along the way, flipping back the sheet with her other hand to
expose her fine young body with the dark blonde hair crisp at her
mound.
     "Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean, but what will hold
mom?"
     Lorena slipped her hand down his shaft to cup his swollen
balls.  "You," she said.
     Glynn drew in a deep and noisy breath.  "Wow!  You mean--
somehow you get dad to screw you, and I somehow get this into
mom's terrific pussy--and--but how, sis?  How the hell are we ever
going to manage all that?  They might slap us silly, or think we
freaked out, or call the cops, even."
     She shook her head and lifted her upper body so that her tits
almost reached the head of his cock.  "I don't think so.  Look--
they're both hitting the bottle pretty heavy, and I think they're
both really frustrated, not screwing each other any more.  If we
can get them to loosen up and fuck us, instead, it's only a
logical step from there to having them back together. I mean,
they'll both be a little guilty about what they're doing, and so
they'll be nicer to each other."
     "Yeah," he breathed, his heart beating quickly at this new
idea, "and if we can work it right, maybe we can get them in a
tangle like you and me had with Jean today.  That way, they'll get
so hot they'll have to fuck each other again."
     "Great!" Lorena said, and pressed his hard shaft between her
tits.  "But we can't screw it up by doing things too fast.
Tomorrow night, they have to stay home and work on the property
settlement.  I heard dad say so this morning.  That means we can
help them get smashed, and--well, then I'll go crawl into dad's
bed, and you can make out with mom."
     Glynn felt the silken smoothness of his sister's tits along
his rigid cock, and lifted his hands to stroke her hair.  "So
tonight--"
     "So there's still the rest of tonight," Lorena said softly,
"and I never did any of those things I saw in your books--not yet.
I want to do them with you, Glynn.  I want to eat you."
     He shuddered when she dipped her face to plant a kiss upon
the pulsing head of his swollen prick.  "Are you sure you want to?
I mean--"
     "I want to," she insisted.  "How else am I ever going to
learn?"
     Glynn spread his knees and straddled his sister's hips.  He
caressed her head gently as she began to lick over his cockhead,
as the darting flicks of her hot, wet tongue sent electric jolts
up his backbone.  She was going to suck him off; it was finally
going to happen to him, and he welcomed it with all the pent-up
lust he had.
     Slowly, she slid her mouth over the end of his prick, taking
in the entire head.  His fingers stroked the shaft and cuddled his
balls, while her lips worked up and down.  Glynn felt the
marvelous suction develop, and knew the fondling of his glans by
her busy tongue.  The sensations were terrific, and his thighs
stiffened as he clung to his sister's head for support.
     It was like fucking, but different.  It was being eaten,
being devoured; it was pumping his cock gently back into her mouth
and feeling it slide over her wet tongue, feeling it touch the
roof of her mouth and reach back to the velvet cup of her throat.
     Shivering with rapture, Glynn backed it out a bit, but her
hungry mouth followed his rod, gnawing lightly upon its sensitive
skin.  He wiggled, and she drew him deeper, sucked him farther
into the tickling heat of her throat.  Lapping her tongue over the
aching head, Lorena worked more feverishly upon his prick.
     "Oh!" he grunted.  "Oh, sis--wow--eat me up, baby! Eat my
cock, chew it up, suck it out by the roots. Oh--ah!  Sis, sis--I'm
about to come!"
     She didn't try to back off, and made no attempt to dodge the
semen he just had to let go.  Instead, she sucked him harder,
dipping in her cheeks and gulping noisily at his shaft as he fed
it into her face, as he stroked it into the hungry cavity of her
mouth.
     Glynn came then, hunching his back and straining as the
mighty rush of semen came pouring up from his flexing balls to
gush like a hot mountain stream from the jerking head of his
prick.  Heavy and thick, the juices poured scalding from his shaft
and flooded his sister's throat.  She drank it down, pulled more
droplets from his rod, sucked additional moisture into her body.
     He dropped slowly over to one side, lifting his knee, and
Lorena stayed with him, making love to his cock with her mouth,
clinging to his balls; her hair spread over his crotch, and his
fingers dug deeply into its silken luxury.  His head spun and his
breath was ragged in his chest.
     At last, she let go, and allowed his still rigid prick to
slide gently from the grasp of her lips.  No semen smeared her
mouth, he saw through blurred eyes, because she had swallowed it
all.  It had been a farout experience, one that had his belly tied
up in little jerking knots.
     "Glynn," she murmured, kissing her way up his belly to his
chest.  "Oh, Glynn--that was wonderful. So intimate, so very
close; it was like doing everything for you, and for me, too.  I
loved it."
     "I did, too," he sighed.  "If you ever get to do that to our
dad, he'll climb the walls, I know."
     Now she was at his throat, nibbling there, her tits moving
back and forth across his heaving chest, the hard nipples prodding
his flesh.  When she moved up to kiss his mouth, he could smell
the scent of his own semen, but he didn't mind.  Lorena kissed him
then, running her tongue deeply, giving him the full flavor of
himself.
     When she pulled away, she said, "There, darling.  I have the
best, the sexiest brother in the whole world, and I'm glad.  Now
let's talk about the plan."
     With the passion dampened within him, at least for a little
while, Glynn turned edgy.  "I don't know," he murmured.  "It
sounds kind of kooky, now."
     "Not at all," she said quickly.  "Tomorrow night, when you
have that great cock all hard for mom, you'll think differently
again.  I'm sure going ahead with my part of it, and if you
chicken out--well, just imagine what you'll be missing.  Think
about mom, and her big, groovy tits; remember how good her legs
look, and how her ass wiggles when she walks. Remember how many
times you've masturbated and tried to make believe you were
fucking her, instead of your hand.  This is your chance, Glynn--
your big chance.  If you blow it now, you may never have the
opportunity again."
     "Okay," he said, after awhile.  "You're right, I guess. And
boy--you sure must want to fuck dad, or you wouldn't have come up
with the plan in the first place."
     "Women are more logical," she said, kissing him again.  "So
it's on for tomorrow night?"
     "It's on," he agreed.



                             Chapter 5

     Lorena had been busy playing bartender all night, and had
watched her brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he
stayed between their mother and father, a buffer so that their
fight wouldn't really get started.
     They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids,
Lorena saw, and before the evening was over, everybody was more or
less enjoying themselves.  There had been only a few sly cuts, and
even those lessened as the night wore on, helped considerably by
the double strength drinks Lorena mixed.
     Maybe her mom and dad felt a little guilty, she thought,
especially with their kids so obviously trying to make a family
type party of the occasion.  They'd talked about rock music and
how things were shaping up for the Fall school term, and about
other kids, but the conversation steered away from what was on all
their minds--the impending divorce.
     If mom had said anything about who was taking over, about
which one was going to get what kid, Lorena thought that the whole
bit would have blown up right then and there.  Neither she nor
Glynn wanted to hear any of that splitting up crap.  They couldn't
allow it to happen, even if the plan failed.
     But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had to
keep telling herself that it was going to work out, that her
father had to feel the same way about her.  She watched him and
knew a thrill of anticipation as she saw him getting smashed.
     If she hadn't made it with Glynn, if she hadn't swung with
her own brother and gotten into that wild tangle with him and
Jean, maybe she wouldn't have the nerve to try what was coming up.
But she had to go through with it now; if she didn't, her mother
and father would keep moving toward that damned divorce.
     "Well," her mom said, "it's been a nice night, but I'm
pooped, and drank too much of that juice.  I'm going to bed.
Night, kids."
     Lorena noticed that her mom didn't tell her dad good night,
and glanced quickly at Glynn.  He looked away, his face down, and
she threatened him in her head, because they had the plan already
set.  She was going into her dad's room, after he was asleep, and
Glynn was supposed to do the same, only he was to sneak into their
mom's bedroom.  The way they had figured it out, dad would think
it was mom snuggling to him, and mom would think it was dad.
     If they didn't truly hate each other, then they would get it
on, and just because they screwed didn't mean they had to call off
all the legal machinery.  Lorena took a deep breath.  "I'll clean
up," she said.  "You can go to bed, too, dad."
     Mom was already halfway up the stairs, her sleek butt
swinging from side to side, those long legs flashing, when dad
climbed out of his chair.  "Might as well," he said.  "Nowhere
else to go."
     He was so good looking, she thought, and moved like a kid
half his age.  Her father looked impossibly Nordic, with pale
blonde hair and green eyes; he was six feet tall, and a well
muscled 200 pounds, with no paunch.  It was a wonder that women
didn't fight over him.
     Lorena didn't think that was the trouble between her parents,
other women.  It was just something that had grown sharp and ugly
over the years, like a sickness.  But if they wouldn't do anything
about it, the kids would.  Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Lorena
felt the stuff burn all the way down.  She needed a little extra
courage, but before she could pour herself another shot, she
looked up and saw her father watching.
     "You're a good kid, Lorena," he said.  "Some guy is going to
be mighty lucky."
     "Thanks, dad."
     Into an awkward silence, Glynn said: "I'm hungry. I'll grab a
bite to eat and be up later."
     They saw their father climb the stairs heavily, swaying a
bit, and when he was out of sight Lorena hissed: "Later, hell!
Don't you dare cop out now. Here, take a drink with me, and I'll
go upstairs in a few minutes, after he's had time to fall asleep."
     She and her brother downed some whiskey, both making faces
and shuddering at the taste.  Lorena felt the warmth spreading in
her tummy and moving down her legs, but she didn't need any more
alcohol. She was keyed up and alert now, fighting down the hot
trembles that raced over her taut flesh from time to time.
     Glynn said, "You're really going to do it."
     And she answered, "Right on--and you'd better do it, too--or
you'll be back to jacking off.  I'll never screw you again, and
that's a promise."
     "Okay," he said, surrendering.  "I guess I'm just scared
shitless."
     "Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm.  "But this is
our big chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop
that damned divorce.  Help me clean up here, and concentrate on
how it will be, sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great
body."
     She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and
wondered if the hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde
of his head.  She wondered if his penis would be big in comparison
to Glynn's, and to the two other boys she had screwed.  A pulse in
her throat beat wildly as she tried to picture a really large cock
and what it would do inside her eager pussy.
     Her throat was tight as she said, "It's time.  I--I'll go up
first and take a quick shower, then sneak into his room.  You do
the same in mom's room."
     Her brother said, "Yeah, sis.  Funny thing--I have a hard on,
but it's as much from thinking of you and dad fucking, as for me
and mom."
     Lorena kissed him, pressed the pulsing length of her body to
his, and felt the erect staff of his prick against her belly.  She
rolled her hips and ground her pelvis into it, but laughed and
pulled swiftly away. "Save it for mom.  Okay, here I go."
     Bathing quickly in her shower, Lorena scented her body with
her favorite perfume, a sexy, clinging odor. She dabbed it on the
hard nipples of her tits and in her freshly shaven armpits, then
drew a line down her trembling belly to the deeply curling hairs
of her pussy.  Would he like her?  Would he think she was a fine,
hot piece of ass?  Oh, she hoped so.  She had wanted him to fondle
her for years, to feel his hands on every part of her aching body.
     Lorena put on her only sexy robe, then pulled it off and
simply wrapped a bath towel around her body. She could always
scoot out in a hurry, if things didn't work out, but she closed
off her mind to that possibility.  It was going to be all right,
she just knew that.
     But her knees were shaking when she softly turned the knob of
his door and let herself into the totally dark room.  Standing
still, trying to adjust to the deep blackness inside, Lorena's
nostrils flared at the subtle odors of man--shaving lotion,
leather, tweed, man-sweat.
     She heard him turn on the bed, heard his heavy breathing and
knew he was asleep.  Forcing her legs to obey, she moved step by
faltering step across the room to the big bed and sank down upon
the edge of the mattress, her heart threatening to explode.
     He was under the sheet, and she carefully lifted it to slide
her legs beneath the covering.  When her weight was on the bed,
when the bath towel was dropped upon the floor and she was head to
foot naked in the same bed with her daddy, Lorena's mind gave an
exultant leap.  She was halfway home, moving into a lifelong dream
that wasn't a dream now, but something very real.
     Turning onto her left side, Lorena eased out a hand, felt
toward the warmth and bulk of her father's body.  He didn't move
when she touched his chest, and she let her fingers rest lightly
upon the hairy expanse of it, moving up and down with the rhythm
of his breath.  Daringly, she allowed her hand to drift downward
as he lay upon his back, and felt very gently into the curving of
his belly.
     She shivered then, for a fingertip had brushed against
something else, a softness lying limply against his pelvis.  The
head of her daddy's cock!  Would he feel that and awaken?
Breathlessly, she waited, but he didn't move.  Lorena grew braver
and took the flaccid thing in her hand.
     It was very big, she discovered; even in this comatose state,
her father's prick was long and thick and for a moment she knew a
thrill of fright.  What if it was too big, and she couldn't take
it into her small pussy?  Would it hurt, ripping and tearing her
delicate vagina?  Or would she be able to stretch herself around
it?
     Caressing the dormant meat, she felt it growing slowly,
almost imperceptibly heavier beneath her touch.  The head of it
began to swell, expanding continually until she thought that it
might never stop. The shaft thickened and veins writhed along its
impossible length as blood gorged there.  It filled her hand and
she thought dizzily that no man's prick could actually be so big.
     But there it was, a mighty engine of sex moving under her
fingers, lifting to its full and majestic size.  She was afraid,
and her hand dipped to the hairy sack below, to probe the balls
that were filling with fluids. They were huge, too, and she
wondered how much semen they could pump, wondered if his
ejaculation would be something like the release of a fire hose.
     "Uhh," her father muttered, and she jerked her hand away as
if his cock was a burning pole.  He rolled over, turned on his
side facing her, and one big arm came out and down across her
body.
     Heart racing, she lay quietly as his warm breath fanned her
face, but he was still sound asleep.  Only now, his gigantic glans
was shoved against her tummy, and she could feel the velvet
texture of the head on her skin.  There was something else--a
vague stickiness that she recognized as the same kind of pre-
seminal fluid that oozed from her brother's prick before they
fucked.
     Her own pussy was damp, throbbing with a deep-seated need
that only this man's cock could ease, and her fears departed.  The
nipples of her tits were so swollen that they pained, and it
seemed as if the breasts themselves had grown with her desire.
Lorena lifted her left knee high and placed it carefully down upon
her daddy's sleeping form.
     Inching forward, she pushed the sizzling mound of her snatch
against the base of his cock and luxuriated there for long,
rapturous moments.  But the urgency to be fucked was raging within
her excited cunt, and she adjusted her position, sliding upward
until she could feel the mammoth head of the prick nestling
against her pubic hair.
     Lorena's right hand probed down and gripped the shaft, just
below the flanges of the cockhead.  Shaking all over, she urged
her cunt lips to it, while her hand guided the blunt glans tip
into the steaming labia. Wet and slippery, her pussy lips received
the big knob, and Lorena pushed down with her crotch.  So big, so
big--but her cunt was avid, and when she wiggled a little, the
head began to slowly but surely penetrate.
     She moved her hand to the cheek of her father's firm ass,
holding there as her pussy struggled to take in the huge bulb of
his prick.
     Drawing him closer, slipping her right hand under his neck,
she pulled her crotch tighter to him and bore down heavier,
forcing the head of his cock deeper and deeper into the hot and
hungry stretching of her pussy.  It went on, bored inside the
elastic barrier of her giving labia.  Lorena felt the inner lips
spreading wide, and with one more hard shove, she suddenly had the
knob inside her vagina.
     Oh, it was good!  It was marvelous, terrific, and she rolled
her ass to drive the thing ever deeper.  The thick shaft followed
easily, and then it was home, then it was buried inside her
expanded cunt.  Up to the roots, up to the hilt it went, thrilling
and lovely. She knew the hairy caress of his full balls as the
crack of her ass snugged them close, and gasping, she drew her
daddy's face down to press his mouth to a nipple.
     Lorena wiggled slowly, in ecstasy, upon the huge prick now
jammed in her pussy.  She was packed tightly with the beautiful
meat, filled to capacity by the gorgeous shaft that prodded
against the entrance to her cervix.  Her entire belly seemed to be
crammed with cock and that was just how she wanted it, because it
was her own daddy's cock--thick and hard, long and powerful.
     It slipped back and forth as her love oils greased it more,
and every short stroke caressed her clit, sending blazing
excitement throughout her body.  Then Lorena flinched as her
father's mouth opened to suck in her nipple, as his tongue licked
hotly over the sensitive nub.  His arms came around her and his
crotch surged strongly against her own, thrusting his prick
solidly home.
     "Ooohh!" Lorena gasped as the force of the thrust shook her
entire body.
     Her daddy said around her tit, "So you couldn't hold off any
longer.  You needed this big prick, didn't you?  Here--and here--
take it, Arlene!"
     He was awake, she realized in shock.  Her father was awake,
but thought he was fucking her mother.  Lorena was her own mom at
that crazy moment, writhing and bucking to take the mighty
hammering of her husband's cock.  But she was Lorena, too--and
fucking on her own, giving savage twists and heaves when the
gigantic cock bored deep, chasing after it when it backed off for
another stroke.
     Her left heel dug into the hairy valley of his ass to give
her a better grip and more leverage.  She dug sharp nails into his
muscled back, too, and to keep him from recognizing who she was,
burrowed her face into the matting of his chest.  Lorena bit
gently into the hairy flesh, tasting the flavors of his skin,
tasting the spices of her father's body.
     Head spinning, sucking for air, she fucked him with a
maddened and furious abandon, gyrating her belly and banging her
pelvis into his.  "Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oh--ahh!  Oh yes, yes--I--
I'm going to come!  I can't hold off any longer--ahh--oh--OH!
Coming--I'm COMING!"
     He fed the glorious meat into her shuddering cunt with quick,
hard thrusts, grunting as he did so: "You bitch!  You hot assed,
horny bitch!  You love to fuck--love to fuck me.  AHH!  I'm
letting it go into you--letting it all go!"
     Her orgasm crested sweetly over her squirming body,
fluttering deeply within her filled cunt, spasming out from the
complete stimulation of her clitoris. Lorena's asshole snapped
tight as a released rubber band, and it was at that climactic
moment that she felt the roaring discharge of her father's
embedded prick.
     Hot and jetting, the semen pounded wetly against her womb and
spurted strongly over the walls of her flexing vagina.  Her
daddy's come was a geyser that bathed her pussy from one end to
the other, that drowned her undulating pussy in the boiling cream
forced up from his leaping balls.
     She must have fainted, because the next she knew, she was
trying to swim up from a deep pool of warmth, from a lovely depth
of ecstasy.  Eyes blurred, she protested weakly when the wonderful
prick was withdrawn slowly from the jealous gripping of her
inflamed pussy.  She felt the hot and sticky wetness along her
thigh as an overflow of semen followed the head.
     Somehow then, she was on her back, sucking for air, her
entire body throbbing with joy, her cunt twitching inside as the
come soaked into its tissues. Dimly, she heard his voice, and
wanted to tell him she loved him, loved him.  But he was saying
something, shaking her--and then there was a burst of light that
hurt her eyeballs.
     "What?  Damnit--I thought--no, I knew you weren't Arlene.
But--but I never had any idea--oh hell.  What are you doing here,
baby?  What made me rape my own little girl?"



                             Chapter 6

     Glynn wasn't used to whiskey.  He'd only had three beers in
his life, and the drink he'd taken with his sister was a fire in
his belly.  He wanted another one, but didn't dare swallow it
because he might get too smashed to go upstairs.  And Lorena
hadn't been putting him on when she said she'd never screw him
again, if he didn't help her with the plan.
     He couldn't hack that, couldn't go back to jacking off, after
he'd fucked his sister and her friend a couple of times each.  And
the blow job that Lorena had given him last night--that had almost
melted his backbone.  It was everything he had ever dreamed of,
and now he was anxious to taste her little pussy.
     He looked up the stairs.  It was quiet up there, and his
sister had been out of the shower for a long time. For a second,
he thought she might have given up on the whole thing and gone to
bed by herself.  Then he knew better; Lorena was pretty stubborn,
and when she set her pretty head to something, she carried it
through.
     That meant he had to go try out his part.  There was no noise
up there, nobody yelling, although once he thought he had heard
low voices murmuring.  So his sister must have gotten away with
her imitation of their mother; Lorena must have already fucked the
old man.
     Oh wow, he thought, reaching down to touch the ultra-hard
prick that was threatening to split itself in his jeans.  Lorena
and dad; his sister all naked and hot, taking his dad's cock into
her wiggling pussy--the image made him squirm.  He'd like to see
that.
     Glynn climbed the stairs, his hard cock bulging, his hands
shaking a little when he reached the second floor.  He went into
the bathroom he shared with Lorena, peeled out of his clothes and
took a shower.  The hot water and soap made his shaft ache even
more, and he climbed out of the enclosure to dry himself off.
Putting on his beatup old terrycloth robe, he walked barefoot down
the hall and paused at the door to his father's room.
     Pressing his ear to the panel, he could barely make out the
whispering inside, and drew back quickly. Lorena had scored, that
was certain; she was talking with the old man now, and nobody was
raising hell. That left the next move up to him, so he went on to
his mother's bedroom and quietly opened the door.
     The bedside radio was playing softly, and its dial light was
the only light in the room.  Stepping inside, he closed the door
behind him and saw the shape of her body.  She was lying on top of
the covers, stark naked from head to toe.  Taking a deep and
steadying breath, he shed the robe and moved carefully toward the
bed, his heart pounding.
     All these years, he thought--ever since he was big enough to
know what to do with his cock, he had had a thing for his mom.
She was so damned beautiful, so sexy, and there was a special
bitchy look around her eyes that made a guy think she would really
go wild when a piece of meat was put to her box.
     Glynn had started peeping early, looking to catch a glimpse
of his mother's big, glorious tits, trying to see up her dress.
He had hoped to catch her naked in the bathroom some day, but she
always locked the door.
     And a couple of times, he had heard them screwing, his mom
and dad, heard the squishy noises of a man's prick moving in a
woman's hot, juicy pussy, heard the moaning his mom made and the
panting of his old man as they fucked.  Both times, he had rushed
into the bathroom and closed his eyes, trying to picture the
scene, while he beat his meat and pretended that it was him in
there between his mother's surging white thighs.
     Now he was standing over the bed where his mom was asleep,
smashed on whiskey.  He was staring down at the delectable body
spread so innocently and unknowing for his eyes, and Glynn wished
that the light was better, that he could see every gorgeous detail
of that magic flesh.
     She had one knee lifted as she lay on her back and the dim
light played over the heavy cones of her tits, but when he looked
on down the sweep of the magnificent body, he couldn't make out
her pussy, only the general shape of the dark mound hidden in
shadows.  But he could stare to his heart's content at the beauty
of her legs, so long and molded; he could gaze hungrily at the
melons of her firm, tip-tilted breasts, and he drank in the
sights.
     Glynn thought of how many times his old man must have seen
her like this, of how many times--thousands, maybe--that his
father had crawled over on top of that beautiful body and fitted
himself between those soft pale thighs.  Glynn's prick pulsed, and
he soothed it with his hand, gripped it as he began to move like a
robot to the bed where the most unreachable, the most forbidden,
object of all his sexual fantasies lay.
     Cautiously, he eased his weight upon the bed and lay down on
his side, his breath hanging in his tight throat and blood
drumbeating in his ears.  He listened to her breathing, and now
that he was near, could see the smudge of her black lashes lying
against her cheeks.  She was so lovely, so desirable, that the
closeness of her was like a sharp knife in his guts.
     He was going to fuck her.  A jolt of knowledge jumped inside
his head as he knew that, for the first time, really knew it.  He
was at last going to fuck his mother.  The impending divorce, the
plan he and his sister had to stop it, even the screwing he had
shared with Lorena and Jean--all paled beside the fact that he was
about to put his meat into his mom's precious cunt.
     No matter what the hell happened, no matter if the whole
world blew up in Glynn's face, he was now determined to fuck that
dream pussy, if he died for it afterward.  She might wake up and
scream, but he would cover her mouth; she might kick, but he would
force his way in between her flashing legs.  He was too close now,
and the greatest prize of all was within his reach.
     Reaching out one uncertain hand, he put it softly upon her
tit.  She stirred, but the rhythm of her breathing didn't break,
so he cupped the wondrous mound gently and rolled the long nipple
between his thumb and forefinger.  She felt spongy and firm, felt
fabulous and wild, and he pressed down, knowing the give of the
breast, allowing it to spring back so that the nipple hit his
palm.
     Sliding over, Glynn lowered his mouth to the nipple, and
licked over it.  It tasted like honey, like love, tasted like all
the dreams that had ever raced around inside his head.  Drawing
the resilient nub into his teeth, he chewed delicately upon it,
then sucked it hungrily.  His mom didn't move, deep in her
alcohol-ridden sleep, so he opened his mouth as wide as he could,
and tried to take the entire sweet tit into it.
     His hands strayed down, sliding tenderly over her rib cage,
down to the satiny planes of her stomach, and parted to caress the
padded shapings of her hip-bones.  Only then, with the flavor of
her breast perfumed in his mouth, only then did he dare to move
one hand on down to the taboo place, to her pubic mound.
     It was rich and warm beneath his fingertips, the black hair
piled kind of crisp and crinkly against his palm.  There seemed to
be a special kind of life in it, and Glynn shuddered as he fondled
the thick, furry bush.  One finger eased into the clinging
excitement of the pubic hair and discovered the smoothness of her
pussy lips.
     Lingering there, Glynn stroked the velvet soft lips, ran his
finger slowly up and down them, trying to imprint the shape and
feel of them forever upon his feverish brain.  His mom's cunt; his
lovely mom's pussy, his daddy had pumped the meat into it, and now
he was caressing the fantastic snatch himself.  He was feeling up
his mother's pussy, and it felt like satin, silk, all downy and
cottony, all hot and tickly.
     Glynn nudged his cockhead over so that it touched her thigh,
and another flash of erotic pleasure shot through him at the
contact.  She was so warm, so ripely shaped, and he moved his
prick up and down the full perfection of her thigh, from hip to
the knee. His finger hesitated against her labia, then began, of
its own accord, to work gently inside.
     The tip was in her, in his mother's cunt lips, and the heat
it found there was succulent, an alluring inner warmth that moved
right up his wrist, on up his arm.  His mouth was dry now, and he
took it from the opulence of her tit, breathing harshly, his brain
whirling with keen excitement.  His finger probed deeper, moved on
up into the wetly clinging grip of the pussy itself, until it was
buried to the knuckle.
     For awhile, Glynn just lay there with his rigid prick
thumping against the velvet flesh, holding his finger full length
inside the most fascinating cunt he had ever thought about.  She
felt impossibly soft and rich inside, hot and slippery with a
special lavishness that shook him to the core.
     He couldn't wait any longer, or his throbbing cock would
spurt semen over her thigh; his balls ached with the pressure that
had built up within them, and he was wildly turned on by the
thought that very soon, he would let go his load deep within the
treasured confines of his mom's pussy.
     Removing his finger from the gripping of the enfolding
tissues there, he stroked the abundantly haired pussy again,
before lifting to his knees and crawling around to poise himself
between her outflung legs.  Glynn couldn't resist running both
hands over those enticing legs, so that his palms and fingers
would forever remember them.  They were so long, sleek and lovely
and slim.  Smooth and graceful, they were the sculptured gateway
to his personal paradise; he moved on his knees between them,
using his hands to spread them even more, to open the hairy target
of her crotch to him.
     Bending, he caught the rise of a fragrance from her cunt, a
spicy, musky, stimulating perfume that was his mother's womanly
essence.  She moved then, mumbled unintelligible words in her
sleep, and crossed one arm over her eyes.  Transfixed, he crouched
without motion for what seemed forever, until the urgency in his
balls pushed him on.
     Glynn was beyond stopping now.  If she came to and screamed,
he meant to fuck her anyhow, even if he had to fight her off the
bed and down onto the carpet.  Trembling, he used one hand to
steer the flexing head of his prick into the shadowy bush of her
mound, and when the tip of it pressed into the crinkly hairs,
fought down the need to let it go all over her pussy.
     But it was hotter inside, unbelievably rich inside, and he
had to get there.  Slow and easy, Glynn hunched his belly forward,
and helped his prick with his hand.  It shoved into the slick
lips, slid thrillingly into them as they stretched to admit his
cockhead. Not slow now, but driven by his inflamed passions, Glynn
gave a jab that sank his prick into his mom's cunt.
     All the way inside that enchanted pussy, it went, into that
sizzling hot snatch that his daddy had fucked so many times and
that was now, at last, his.
     He shuddered as it went home, as his iron-hard prick slid
greasily to its entire length inside her vagina and his balls came
to rest in the fluffy crack of her shapely ass.  Glynn had his
meat packed in her cunt now, had it stuffed all the way up her,
and the sensation was fantastic.  He stroked her, lifted his ass
to make his pulsing cock slide back to the head, then pushed it in
once more, grunting with pure joy.
     She wiggled slightly on the first thrust, and swung her
pelvis more on the second one.  Glynn reached both hands down
under the smooth cheeks of her ass and held on as he worked his
aching prick in and out of the wet gloving of her marvelous pussy.
Her vagina grasped his shaft, caressed it with velvet bubblings,
with hotly soaped strength, and he lay down on top of her then,
blinded to any danger, needing only to fuck and fuck this most
erotic of all cunts.
     Her arms lifted around him, and she hiked her crotch to take
him deeper, a soft moan escaping the lips now placed at his ear,
her warm breath tingling. "Oh darling--it's been so long--oh, how
lovely.  Your prick is so hard--"
     The words centered in his lunging prick, turned him on even
more, and Glynn began to hammer his cock into her pussy, to force
it strongly with every powerful stroke.  The bed shook and they
rocked together, glued at the crotch.  His balls slapped damply
and softly at her ass, and now his mother's long, fabulous legs
raised to wrap around him, crossing themselves at the ankles.
     "Fuck me, darling.  Fuck me hard and deep--yes, like that!
Feed that cock into me, darling.  Oh! Lovely, lovely--"
     Blindly, his mouth sought for hers and found it.  His tongue
pushed between her open lips and discovered the wet squirming of
her tongue.  She sucked on his, pulled it toward her throat, and
her teeth clashed along his as she groaned in rapture.
     Then suddenly, her body stopped its whiplash movements; her
ass ceased to heave up and down, and her beautiful legs dropped
away from his body. Glynn could feel the shock that rippled
through her, feel the stiffening of her pussy around his stroking
prick.  She pushed both hands against his chest and gasped.
     "N-no!  You--you're not Eric, not my husband! Why--what--"
     Glynn let go of her ass and reached up, just in time to catch
her wrists as she tried to claw his face. "Easy--take it easy,
mom!"
     Her hiss was pure outrage: "No!  You--you!  Glynn, you c-
can't, we mustn't--oh please, please let me go!"
     Pinning her arms above her head, he forced his prick solidly
within her wet pussy, held it there while she wiggled and tried
frantically to work it out of her body.  But he had it socked to
her, and as long as he was firmly between her legs, she couldn't
get free.
     She kept struggling, her tits bouncing against his chest, her
pelvis surging in movements that were about to make him come.  He
whispered harshly at her:  "Stop fighting!  I have my prick in
you, mom.  I've been fucking you, and you dug it.  I'm going to
finish screwing you, and if you keep yelling, you'll wake up dad
and sis."
     The last thought was a good one, because she fell limp
beneath him, only tugging weakly at her arms. "Don't, Glynn--oh
please don't.  You're drunk or something, and don't know what
you're doing."
     He jammed his prick hard against her womb and gyrated his ass
to move the cockhead around, feeling very strong and conquering.
"I know what I'm doing--what I've always dreamed of doing.  I'm
fucking you, mom.  I have my prick shoved deep inside your
beautiful hot pussy, and pretty soon, I'm going to come in it.  I
love you, mom--I love your cunt so much that it's been driving me
crazy.  Now it last I'm fucking you, and I won't stop for
anything."
     She lay still, but he thought his cockhead sensed a tremble
in her vagina] walls, and his prick responded to it.  He said
softly, "It's happening, mom, and nobody can stop it.  Please fuck
me back; please come with me."
     She made a strangled noise, and words came tumbling out: "I--
I can't, but--its been so long, and I'm a passionate woman.  Oh
please--oh my sweet boy, why me?  H-how could you--oh, Glynn!"
     Her pelvis lurched against his, and he let go her wrists so
that she could hold him in her rounded arms, so that her big, soft
tits could flatten themselves against his heaving chest.  The
nipples were hard, boring into his flesh, and Glynn's heart leaped
with bliss. His mother was laying her pussy up to him!  She was
fucking him back, trying to come with him, this first magic, crazy
time they were screwing.
     Those terrific legs webbed him in again, and she rolled up on
her shoulders to open her cunt wider for his now feverish strokes.
He fed her the hard meat, socked it deep and pulled it out, only
to shove it balls-deep again.
     "I'm, t-trying to hold back, mom," he panted, his hands
taking another delightful grip upon the hot cheeks of her bouncing
ass.  "But I need you so much, I--I can't.  I'm going to come.
I'm coming!"
     His prick swelled, and the flexing head suddenly poured forth
a hot, hissing stream of semen.  Glynn shot off inside his
mother's softly receiving pussy, pumped his come in quick,
spitting jets so that it splashed against her cervix and inundated
the quivering walls of her vagina.  Again and again, globs of his
semen fountained into that, hot, trembling cunt, and he ground his
balls lovingly into the cleft between her cheeks, reveling in the
farout sensation.
     She gave a tiny shriek.  "Oh!  You're coming in me, dear--
you're flooding your mother's pussy with your littleboy come, and
I love it, love it!  Keep fucking me, darling--oh keep fucking
me!"
     He laid the meat into her steadily, still hard as a rock,
still eager as ever to screw this exquisite cunt, and his prick
made sloshing noises as it worked back and forth in the hot
bubbling lubrication of his own semen.  She rolled her ass and
scraped his back with her fingernails, clamping her long legs
around his waist and trying to lift him off the bed.  Her crotch
pounded up into his, and her pussy seemed to wiggle violently over
his moving cock, seemed to clench down upon the head of it as it
reached home time after time.
     Glynn was delirious; he and his mother were fucking, fucking,
and she was digging his prick as much as she loved his dad's.  She
was screwing him hard and wild, sledging her belly up to his and
dropping it back, twisting her greasy hot pussy all over his rod.
     "S-sweet boy--darling boy!  Your cock isn't as big as your
daddy's thing, but it's so hard, so hard and so young!  Ooohh, how
I love it, love to feel it this far up my pussy--oh, Glynn, my
baby, my darling, your mother would like to eat you up.  Ah!  Ah,
that's good, so good!  More and more of this lovely young prick,
and--and--oh yes, I'm coming, coming, coming!"
     He felt the vibration of her cunt, the frantic gulping as his
mother came, as his lovely, hot mom came on his prick.  It was too
much for Glynn, and he let go with yet another load of semen that
had built up hurriedly within his balls.  Not as strong, not as
copious, there was still a gush of come that added to the fiery
liquids already there.
     Sagging, he collapsed on top of her, the strength draining
from him, but reluctant to have his cock leave the beautiful
intimacy of his mom's spasming pussy.  She cradled him with her
legs, hugged him close and stroked his hair, crooning words of
love in his ear, licking the tip of her tongue into his ear every
so often.
     "My baby," she murmured.  "My sweet child.  You've turned
into a young man, a horny young man who had the nerve to sneak in
here and practically rape his own mother while she was sleeping
off all the liquor she drank tonight.  And I'm very glad you did,
dear.  I suppose I've been sublimating my own incestuous desires
for ages, and I'm so happy it finally happened to us."
     "I love you, mom," he whispered, stroking her fabulous body,
holding his slowly melting prick within her cunt while the mingled
juices of their bodies leaked out and puddled in the feathery
cleft of her ass.
     "And I love you, dear," she said, running a soft hand down
between their bodies so she could cup his flaccid balls.  "How did
you ever gather the courage to do it?"
     He was on the verge of telling her about the plan, balanced
for a ragged moment upon the edge of exposing the fact that her
husband and her daughter were at this very second down the hall in
probably the same general position.  But Glynn held back in time,
and didn't say that his dad and sister were fucking now, too, that
incest in this family had suddenly become a game for four players.
     Were they as happy as he and his mother?  He supposed so,
knowing Lorena well now, knowing the strong lusts that moved
within his sister's young cunt. He stirred his softening cock into
his mom's pussy, and she squeezed his balls lightly.
     "It was so wonderful," she said.  "I haven't screwed anyone
for too long.  Your father and I once had a good thing going, but
it disappeared somewhere along the line.  I've been so lonely, so
damned frustrated.  But now, darling--oh, now I have you."
     He felt his prick slide limply from the pussy he adored, and
she helped him lift himself from her hot body.  He lay beside his
freshly fucked mother, sated for the moment and content, proud
that he'd really gotten into her, that he had let two big loads of
come off into her beautiful cunt.  He had made her come, too; she
loved his prick.
     Glynn said, "Has dad got a bigger cock than me?"
     She came up on one elbow and kissed him, her big tit brushing
warmly against the side of his face.
     "Yes, your father has a tremendous penis, but that doesn't
mean I can't get just as much, or more, pleasure from your sweet
thing, darling.  In fact, you excited me more than I think I've
ever been, in all my life.  Maybe it was the idea of being screwed
by my own handsome son, of having my own child's prick in me, but
whatever the cause, you were a marvelous lover. Imagine--coming
twice, in such a short time."
     He said, "I want to fuck you forever.  I always wanted to,
ever since I got big enough.  I used to hear you and dad making it
in here, and it drove me right up the wall.  I used to go into the
bathroom and jerk off while I pretended it was me between your
beautiful legs.  I guess I was jealous of dad."
     She kissed him again, and ran her tongue warmly into his
lips.  "Well, you don't have to be jealous any more.  You can do
it to me all the time, in oh so many ways.  There are so many
things I want to do to you, do with you.  But we'll have to be
very careful, dear. What with the divorce so close now, if your
father had even the slightest suspicion that there could be
anything sexual between his wife and his son--"
     He didn't want to hear anything about divorce, and said, "We
can be careful, since you and dad don't sleep together any more.
Oh mom, I--I never went down on anyone, but I really want to do
that to you. I want to taste your lovely pussy, but you'll have to
show me how.  I don't know anything about that, only what I've
seen in pictures."
     "How wonderful," she sighed.  "Your father has always been
just a little stuffy about oral sex.  He did it to me a few times
when we were first married, but I always had the feeling that he
didn't really like it. Yes, dear, I'll teach you.  We'll make all
kinds of exquisite love together, my handsome, stiff-dicked son
and me."
     He turned his head and kissed the nipple of her tit. She
lifted the big mound with one hand and fed it to him, rubbing it
into his mouth and across his teeth. Glynn worshipped it with his
tongue, licking first the nipple, then all around the spongy melon
of his mother's breast, thinking of sliding his cock between those
big tits, of titty-fucking her as he had done the night before to
his sister.  Would his mom react the same way, and lap the sliding
head of his prick?
     Both of them froze in place; they could hear the sound of a
shower going in the bathroom that divided this bedroom from the
one Eric Johansen slept in. Glynn's half-hard cock dropped again,
even though he had a pretty good idea that his father wouldn't be
coming in here; not with Lorena in his bed.  But what was the old
man doing, taking a bath at this time of night?
     Probably making himself tidy for another round of screwing
with Lorena, Glynn thought.  But whatever the cause, it scared
hell out of his mother.  She pulled away from him and whispered,
"You'd better go, dear. Tomorrow we can be together again, just as
soon as possible, I promise.  I'm not about to let my young lover
go, now that we've discovered each other."
     He slid out of bed, peeped into the hall, and split for his
own room.



                             Chapter 7

     Lorena said to her father: "It wasn't rape, dad."
     He stared down at her, the bedside lamp making harsh lines of
light on his tense face.  "What the hell do you mean?"
     She didn't try to cover herself; she wanted him to see her
naked body, to run his eyes over the flesh that had grown from his
own ejaculated sperm, the body that he had just done such a grand
job of fucking. She said, "I came in to your bed because you
needed me, but maybe not as much as I needed you.  Oh dad, daddy--
I've wanted you to lay me for years.  And I couldn't stand not
having you any longer, so I sneaked in here and pretended to be
mom.  It was wonderful."
     Blinking, her father couldn't seem to get his head together,
and she watched varying shades of emotion struggle across his
face.  He drew the sheet across his lower body, trying to hide the
big, upright shaft with the shiny head.  "But, baby--you're my
daughter--"
     She reached over and whipped away the sheet. "And that thing
is too beautiful to hide.  I thought it would never fit into my
little box, but I'm glad it did. It's a good thing I wasn't a
cherry, though."
     He said, "I don't understand.  Damnit, I drank too much
tonight, and I'm still kind of fuzzy, but--why, baby?  Why me?"
     "Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy; because I
love you more than I could ever love any other man.  Because I
want you to keep fucking me until I freak out."
     "B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of
thing--I mean--"
     "It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser and
older than him.  "We've already screwed, so that can't be changed.
So why not do it right, with you knowing who I am and loving me
for who I am? I'm so hot for more of you, daddy."
     His eyes warmed as he looked down at her, and Lorena saw him
really gaze at her for the first time, seeing her as a ready and
very desirable woman, not a kid.  Maybe he wouldn't look at her
this way, she thought, if he hadn't already had that big rod in
her, if he hadn't pumped her ecstatic pussy full of his juice just
a few minutes ago.  But her father was a realist who understood
that the damage--if any--had already been done.  Now he was
reacting as any other horny man with a new, young piece of ass
waiting for him, and the fact that she was his own daughter was
making it better for him.
     He said, "Damnit, it doesn't seem real, but I've been doing
without for too long, and you're such a beautiful kid."
     "You've looked at me sometimes," she said, "as if I was.
Once in awhile, I caught you kind of eyeing me as if you wanted to
put your hands on me, feel me up.  Well, I wanted you to do just
that.  Am I really beautiful, dad?  Do you want to kiss me all
over, and bite my tits, and put that gorgeous, big prick in your
daughter's aching pussy?"
     He swallowed hard, and she could see the head of his cock
leap.  "Lorena, baby--did you lock the door?"
     "Yes," she smiled at him, "oh yes, I did."
     Then she reached over to him, lifted up her arms and drew her
handsome father down.  Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue
thirstily into his lips.
     His hairy chest pressed down upon the hard nipples of her
tits, and his throbbing shaft nestled along her belly.  So groovy,
she thought, so damned wonderful and crazy, and so beautiful.  She
ran her tongue around inside his mouth, feeling his teeth, his
inner cheeks and the thick movement of his own tongue, all wet and
hot.  Their breaths mingled, and their teeth raked.
     She tore away her mouth to gasp: "Love me, daddy--love me!
Kiss my tits, feel my ass, my pussy."
     His mouth closed over a nipple, licked searingly there,
sucked strongly there, before his teeth spread wide and she felt
her entire mound being drawn in. Twisting, she got a hand under
his balls and hefted them, ran her questing fingers over their
sacked shapings and felt the weight of them.  His hair was so
thick and curly, she thought, but not wiry; it was only a shade or
two darker than his head, a rich golden color.
     Her daddy's hands passed over her writhing body, caressing
her hips, her belly, and one of them slid around to cup a cheek of
her ass; the other dipped gently between her thighs and palmed the
pulsing softness of her wet mound.  Instinctively, her pelvis
jerked, and Lorena made little hungry strokes with her cunt.
     Panting, he said, "You lovely little bitch; you sexy, teasing
little bitch, switching your trim ass at me, brushing your tits
against me, and looking at me as if you wanted to eat me up.  Want
to screw you? Damned right; you've given me a hundred hard-ons
over the past couple of years, but I never dared--"
     "Dare now," she whispered hotly.  "But first, let me do this
for you, daddy darling."
     Wheeling around, she pressed her weight upon him and forced
him to lie back.  Lorena had practiced on her brother, and knew
she could do a good job now, and her heart was fluttering at the
prospect.
     "What are you--"
     "Hush now," she murmured.  "Just lie back and let me love my
beautiful father."
     She straddled his body, wiggling when his flagpole cock slid
between her cheeks and stood tall along her spine.  She would have
it later, all of it she wanted and needed so badly, but now she
had other things to do to him.  She would show him how good she
was, turn him on in every way there was.
     Lorena pushed back, dragging his bent cock across her
slippery snatch and feeling it sticky against her tummy.  She
kissed his corded throat and licked down it to his upper chest.
Running her hands up and down his rib cage, playing with his
nipples, she squirmed to his supine body.  When she reached his
little dark pink tit, she nipped it lightly, then sucked on it,
delighted to feel his sudden lurch beneath her, knowing that she
was thrilling him.
     Moving down farther, she licked a hot trail down his chest to
his belly, drawing her tongue through the patch of golden hairs,
tickling him until he wiggled. Her hands were on his hips now,
fondling and petting, digging fingernails tenderly into his flesh.
     When Lorena reached his navel, she bit the skin, then drove
her tongue deeply into it, lapping the belly button as if it were
some inverted kind of lollypop, tasting the mansweat of him there.
The stiff rod of his cock stood beside her cheek, and she rubbed
her face along it, her fingers busy probing his balls and feeling
into the furry crack of his ass as her daddy flinched and writhed.
     "B-baby," he panted, "no; you don't know what you're doing--
oh sweet baby--"
     Moaning softly to herself, she caressed his shaft, squeezed
and stroked it, running her fingers over the monstrous head and
sliding them in the leakage there.  So big, she thought; so long
and strong an powerful, and right now it was all hers, to do with
just as she pleased.
     Lorena kissed the blunt reddened tip, and liked the flavor of
his semen; it was musky and manly, the very essence of his body.
She used her tongue to curl across the slit, to push into the slot
and worry it, then withdrew to run it licking around the flanged
outline of the glans itself.  Not like her brother's slim cock,
she thought, realizing that she would never get much of it into
her mouth because of its size.
     Stretching her lips, she fitted them down over the head, took
the entire knob inside her mouth.  Her father quivered, and his
hands came down to take her head gently between them.  Eyes
closed, breathing hard, Lorena used her tongue and lips to create
voluptuous caresses over the velvety head of his prick. Drawing in
her cheeks, she rubbed it over the roof of her mouth, and ringed
the shaft just below the head with her teeth.
     When she started to suck, her daddy groaned and worked his
fingers into her hair; his pelvis rocked back and forth, making
his cock reach farther into her mouth.
     She wanted it all, wanted to take it down her throat and into
her belly, but it was too big.  Lorena took all of it she possibly
could, sucking and licking, moving her head up and down in the
same manner her cunt was moving up and down on his thigh.  She
wrapped her legs around her daddy's strong thigh and made sliding,
fucking motions, rubbing her snatch against him while she ate his
prick.
     "Baby--Lorena--little girl--oh, darling; that's wonderful!"
     Dimly, she heard her father's choked voice, and knew a warmth
as he continued to tenderly screw her face.  She got both hands
down under his ass and pulled him tighter, tried to force even
more of that delicious meat into her mouth.  She felt the head of
his lovely cock swell, felt him tremble against her tits and knew
that he was about to reach orgasm.
     Lorena sucked harder, pulling on the head, her tongue going
wild, her fingers digging savagely into his taut ass.  Grinding
his pelvis into her chin, rubbing his hairy belly into her
forehead, her daddy let it go then.  That tremendous head jerked,
and a boiling spate of come erupted from it.  She choked on it,
gasped for air and swallowed while the floodtide of her father's
semen fountained into her throat.  Oyster-like, slimy, the stuff
filled her mouth, thick and creamy, and she continued to gulp it
down, continued to pull eagerly at the spigot for more.
     "Oh!" he moaned.  "Oh baby--I can't take any more--oh!"
     Lorena drained the last purling drops from the head of his
prick and let them slip down her feverish throat.  She had never
felt so in command, for he was helpless with her.
     Regretfully, she allowed the trembling bulb to slide from her
mouth, licking her lips and smiling.  Lifting her face, she stared
up at him when his hands fell away from her head.  "There,
darling.  Now I have you in my stomach; you are forever a part of
me now."
     Her father's eyes were closed and he was breathing in ragged
gasps.  "That was t-too much, baby.  I won't be able to move for a
week."
     "Sure you will," she promised, and crawled up his body to lie
atop him.  He was wide and tall, and she felt very small like
this, but Lorena snuggled up to him, knowing that she had the
power to sap his strength while giving him deep erotic pleasure.
She was stronger, and never had she been so glad of her sex.
     They lay quietly for a long time, with his arms around her,
his big hands stroking her ass, her head pillowed upon his broad
chest.  After awhile he said, "What brought this on, baby?  Sure,
we always had a thing for each other, but why did you pick tonight
to start something?  Not that I'm sorry you did, darling; I'm glad
you had the guts, because I sure as hell didn't.  I didn't have
the cold nerve it would take to be a dirty old man."
     "You're not a dirty old man," she said against the base of
his throat.  "You're my daddy, and the best fuck in the whole
world.  Why did I do it tonight? Well--I just couldn't stand it
any longer, and when you and mom drank so much, I thought maybe I
could sneak in here and you'd screw me and not know the
difference."
     Now that they were being open with each other, sharing their
love and their bodies, Lorena hated to lie to him, but she didn't
dare tell her daddy the truth, not yet.  For the first time, she
wondered if her brother was making out as well, if he had managed
to put his slim young meat to their mother's interesting pussy.
     Had Glynn really made it with mom, or had he backed out at
the last possible moment?  If he did that, she'd cream him.  But
her brother had a hard on for a taste of mom's cunt, that was
certain, and he had probably swung with her by now.  A new thrill
stirred deep within Lorena's vagina, and she rubbed her sensitive
thighs together, feeling her father's limp prick folded between
their bellies.
     She pictured her young brother lying like this on top of
their mother, between those superbly long legs, his chest mashing
down those magnificent tits, his stiff cock buried to the balls
inside that black-haired pussy.  Wow, she thought; if everything
worked out for them, she would soon get to watch them fuck,
because once all the phony barriers had been pushed down, the four
of them could get together and let it all hang out.
     Her father said sleepily, "I knew the difference almost right
away, but I thought I was dreaming.  Your mother has a fine body
and a wonderful pussy, but so have you, only in a different way,
and a new feel. When I got all the way awake, I thought I'd
stumbled over into your room and raped my daughter.  I guess I
always believed I'd have to rape you, that you wouldn't willingly
screw your own dad."
     Lorena said, "You should have known; I'm your daughter, and
have a lot of the same emotions you have.  I guess we're both very
strongly sexed, dad.  Is mom that way, too?"
     He hesitated.  "Yes, she is.  It wasn't anything sexual that
brought on this divorce, unless you can call boredom that.  I
mean, two people can love to screw, and enjoy each other to the
limits, but after so many years, it gets too damned familiar, too
much like a habit.  It's not good any more, when that happens."
     She thought of them screwing, and wondered how her father
would react if he knew that his son was probably at this very
minute putting the meat to Mrs. Eric Johansen.  He might take it
wrong, taking it as a slur upon his own manhood or something.  Men
were different, not nearly so logical as women, and even though he
had fucked his own daughter and allowed her to go down on him, her
dad would probably be very upset if he knew it was also the other
way around.
     There was time to let him know, she thought; not a whole lot
of time, because that silly damned divorce was looming in the
foreground.  But maybe in another day or two, she could convince
him that what they were doing was best for all concerned.
     He said, "I'm a little punchy and feel kind of grimy. I'll
get up and take a shower, maybe have a couple of quick drinks,
then come back to bed.  If you'll still be here."
     "I'll be here," she answered, moving to one side and taking
her weight from him.
     She watched him walk bare-assed into the bathroom, loving
every tall, wide inch of his big body, seeing his softened cock
swinging from side to side. Her daddy was big all over, and she
figured he would be big enough mentally to adjust to the brand new
situation in his household.
     It was working, she told herself; so far, the plan was moving
along perfectly.  She had seduced her daddy and he dug it; her
brother had no doubt done the same thing with their mother, and
even though she had once thought she could make out strangled
kinds of sounds in the next room, there had been no screaming.
Since they had started acting stupid, both her parents were hard
up for sex.  Their kids had made it with them at the right time,
while they were uptight and frustrated.
     But what was the next step?  Of course, they had to make dad
and mom more wrapped up in sexual activities with their kids.  But
how to go about bringing mom and dad together again?  Lorena
turned over on her belly, still wet between her thighs, and the
idea of Jean Marks came to mind.  Wouldn't that sexy little
redhead like a chance to be fucked by that huge prick?  It was a
good idea; Jean could be brought in to get dad into a triangle, to
open him up more to free-swinging screwing.
     Once he was adjusted to that, her father could then be
brought into a mix-up with her brother and mom. Smiling, Lorena
ran a hand over her mound and stretched her legs.  She listened to
the sound of the shower and hoped her dad would regain his
strength soon.



                             Chapter 8

     Glynn was up early, unable to sleep.  He spent a long time in
the shower, enjoying the hot water, soaping himself thoroughly.
When he was dry, he inspected his face in the mirror, thinking
that perhaps he had grown more beard overnight.  He sure felt a
lot older.
     Standing before the sink he thought about what he had done
the night before, and felt tingly all over.  It hadn't been
another wet dream; he had really, actually, fucked his mother.
True, he hadn't been able to spend the whole night with her, and
hadn't gotten nearly enough of that glorious pussy, but she had
fucked him back.  She had loved his prick and played with it and
fed him her tit.  She had talked dirty with him and told him that
even though his father's cock was much bigger than his, she dug
his prick just as much.
     He looked down and saw his shaft rising, the head spreading
as if it could feel the magic caress of his mom's velvet cunt.
Those sleek, long legs and the way she moved her crotch, the way
she rolled her terrific ass--Glynn got hard all over and his balls
began to ache.
     It was Saturday, he remembered, and his dad wouldn't be going
to the construction outfit he owned today.  Damn, Glynn thought;
he wanted to fuck some more, and he wanted his mom, not Lorena.
Not right away with his sister, anyhow.  Mom had promised to teach
him a lot of things about sex, like how to eat her cunt, and he
was more eager for that experience than for anything else.  Maybe
he could get Lorena to take dad out of the house for a couple of
hours; he sure as hell couldn't wait until night.
     Trying to whistle, he went downstairs and headed for the
kitchen, his stomach growling.  He had already downed a glass of
juice and had bread in the toaster when she came in.  Glynn looked
up at her, thinking that his mother was fantastically beautiful in
a red robe that clung to her hips and outlined the high mounds of
her fine tits.  The robe swung away from her molded legs when she
walked, too, and the glimpse of them made his mouth dry up.
     Her coal-black hair swung loosely down her back, and she wore
red lipstick that made him somehow think of the lips of her cunt,
those soft, soft lips he had never actually seen up close.  He
blushed when her eyes caught his, and felt like some kind of nut
because his face turned red.  But she smiled at him, her lashes
half lowered over sultry dark eyes, and he perked up immediately.
     "Good morning, dear," she murmured.  "Did you sleep well?"
     "Kind of," he said.  "But I wanted to be in your bed."
     She came to stand close and lift a scented hand to his cheek.
"I know, lover; I wanted you there, too. Maybe there'll be a
chance today.  Would you like that?"
     Damn!  He wanted to grab her and rub his stiffening cock into
her belly, to hold her by the cheeks of that alluring ass and to
bury his face between her tits.  "I have to screw you today, mom;
I have to."
     Her smile widened, and she dropped her hand to squeeze his
prick.  "So eager and ready.  Just as soon as it's possible,
darling; I promise."
     She left him standing there with his shaft paining, and made
a pot of coffee while he watched every movement of her superb body
with avid eyes.  It was still hard for him to believe he had
gotten into her cunt, that he had pumped her hot, juicy snatch
full of his come, and that she wanted more.
     When he heard somebody else coming, he hurried to the table
and sat down, to hide his erection.  It was Lorena, looking fresh
and supremely happy, dressed in tight cutoffs and a floppy but
thin bandanna shirt that showed the bouncy movement of her tits.
She looked a question at him, and he winked.  She winked back, and
grinned broadly.
     His sister was really a cute girl, he thought, one that any
guy would be lucky to screw.  And now she had fucked their father;
the experience had made her glow, he saw, and wondered if he
looked as joyful this morning.
     "Hi, everybody," Lorena said, skipping over to the stove and
putting her arms around her mother's waist to kiss the back of her
neck.  "Morning, mom."
     "My, isn't everyone chipper this morning," Arlene said.  "I
hope your father is in a halfway good mood."
     "Oh, he will be," Lorena said, and blew a silent kiss at
Glynn.
     Glynn wondered how she had managed it; his sister couldn't
have held down his old man and practically raped him when he woke
up.  And how had she taken that prick, the one mom said was so
much bigger than his own?  He guessed a girl's pussy could stretch
as much as was needed.  Lorena brought the toast and ducked her
hand beneath the table to nip his shaft, laughing when he
flinched.
     Then Eric Johansen came down to breakfast.  It was the only
meal he shared with the family, Glynn thought, staying away at
lunch on business and not coming home for dimmer because he didn't
want to.
     "Morning," his father said gruffly, and Glynn sneaked a
glance at him to see if he could read anything on the craggy face,
but the man wasn't showing anything.
     "Better hurry, dad," Lorena said.  "Remember you promised to
take me out and show me the construction site today?"
     Arlene Johansen turned from the stove, one eyebrow going up.
"Oh?  At this late date, you're showing an interest in your
children?"
     "Don't start," Eric said and took a cup of coffee from his
daughter.  "I thought it was time they both got to know a little
about the business, but one at a time."
     Glynn met his mother's eyes in mute, intent appeal, and she
nodded slightly.  "All right, then; Glynn and I will manage to
take care of ourselves.  That is, if you have nothing on, son?"
     He half choked on a piece of buttered toast.  "N-no, mom;
guess I'll stay home and help in the yard or something."
     His father only grunted, and Glynn knew a vast feeling of
relief, then a sensation of exultation.  He was going to be alone
with her, with his lovely mother; they would have most of the day
to themselves!  The knowledge shook him to the core, and he
clamped his legs together to keep his cock from jumping, crazily.
Right in the living room, he thought--with the drapes drawn and
doors locked; right there on the floor, with both of them stripped
naked.
     Somehow, Glynn held himself together until they left.
Gathering up purse and her weird hat, his sister leaned close to
him and said softly, "Have a lot of fun, little brother.  Dad and
I are going to a motel, so you'll have plenty of time."
     All he could do was nod his head and smile weakly. Lorena
really had it rolling, and the day ought to be a ball for both of
them.  For all four, he corrected himself; their parents would dig
the action as much as they would, he was sure.  He listened for
the station wagon to pull out of the driveway, and sat for a few
seconds after he was certain they were gone.
     "Mom," he said, "can I help with the dishes?"
     "I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly.
"They can wait, but I'm not so sure I can."
     She held his hand as they walked into the living room and
they separated only to close the drapes.  But he wanted some
light, so he snapped on the bar lamp as she turned to him with her
hands by her sides and her chin up.
     "Here, darling--not upstairs in bed?"
     He shook his head.  "Here on the floor, mom.  I've watched
you here, peeping under your skirt when you got careless with
those fantastic legs, making pictures in my head how you would
look all naked, trying to make believe that you would drink too
much and pass out and nobody else would be home. Now it's all
coming true, and I want to screw my hot, beautiful mother in the
living room."
     "Of course you can," she murmured, and reached to undo the
belt of her robe.
     He sat on a barstool, knowing a trembling in his legs, and
watched her open the robe.  The red of it made a bright frame for
the long, willowy body exposed to his view, and he gazed
enraptured at the creamy expanse of woman flesh she showed him.
His mom's tits quivered at the least movement of her shoulders,
and he stared at them fixedly as she dropped the robe.
     They were rich and heavy, round and firm, with those long,
brown nipples sticking out invitingly.  She cupped them in both
hands, offering them to him, and her voice was low in her throat
when she said, "Hadn't you better get out of your jeans, dear?"
     Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the smooth
planes of her belly, down to that prized treasure between her full
thighs.  His mother's pubic hair was black as midnight, curled
tightly, thickly grown in an entrancing vee whose tips narrowed
and spread themselves up into the delicate creases formed by her
groin and the upper reaches of her incomparable thighs.
     "You--you're so beautiful, it hurts my eyes," he mumbled.
     Her smile was warm and bitchy, her tongue darting out pinkly
to wet her red lips.  "Do you really think so, Glynn?  I'm so
glad; I want to be beautiful for you, hot for you."
     Her hand left her breasts and slid insinuatingly over her
hips, down across her belly, and her slim fingers toyed with her
mound.  "Here I am, lover.  Here's what you want."
     Glynn kicked out of his jeans and whipped his tee-shirt over
his head, not knowing or caring where it landed.  His stiff cock
stood erect, the head of it glistening, and already a tiny droplet
of fluid hung there.
     But when he stepped down and went toward her, his mother
drifted back.  "Just a second, dear.  You said you wanted me to
teach you something, and I will. Here, let me take a sofa pillow."
     Uncertainly, he stood with his prick thrust out while she
stooped to place the pillow upon the floor. "There, Glynn; there
are two ways for a man to eat a woman, and I'll show you the first
one.  Lie down, darling, and put your head on this."
     Obediently, for he would do anything for this woman, he
stretched out on the carpet with his head braced.  She moved over
and put one shapely foot on each side of his rigid body, so that
he looked up into the hairy nest he adored.  Glynn could see the
lips of her cunt then, peeping shyly pink from the black furry
thatch.  It was like a mouth, he thought, but far more lovely, and
beckoning him to know its richness.
     Slowly, she crouched, bending her body bit by bit until she
was kneeling over him.  Her knees snugged his hips, and she rubbed
them up and down tenderly, swinging her hips, making the round
white globes of her breasts sway provocatively.
     "Your body is so smooth," she said, "and very appealing,
Glynn.  I'll bet the young girls go wild over it."
     "I--I only had one, before you," he said.  "And I wish you
could have been the first, mom."
     "You're sweet," she said, and moved so that her cunt came
down upon his belly, hot and softly wirey, crispy but somehow soft
moss.  Working it around, she made him wiggle, and he reached for
her hips.
     But when he touched them, his mother slid up to his chest and
gave him a few moments to revel in the intimacy of her pussy on
his breastbone.  As he stared into the dark, shaggy forest of her
pubic hair, she said, "Just do what comes naturally, lover.  Kiss
it and love it, and run your tongue right on inside the lips. Up
near the top, when you feel around, you'll find my clit; it's a
little nubby thing like a pea.  Work on that darling."
     As she moved even closer, he caught the pungent aroma of her
cunt, a perfume all her own, musky and sensuous, like some night
blooming flower.  Crisp and beguiling, her mat was at his nose,
and with a sigh of happiness, Glynn stroked her ass cheeks and
nuzzled into the tempting fleece.
     It was woolly against his face as he went into it, and right
away he found the sweet honey of her labia.  He pressed his own
lips against them, panted into them, and as his mom rolled her ass
in his hands, he pushed his tongue down through the softly spiked
hairs into her body.  Shuddering as he did so, Glynn shoved his
tongue between the hot and slippery lips, on into her vagina.
     His teeth pressed to her pussy, he began to lap like a puppy
dog, luxuriating in the taste of her, in the spicy flavors of his
mother's steamy cunt, drawing her oily lubrication into his mouth
and swallowing hurriedly.  He wanted to chew her, and he did,
gnawing the pussy lips tenderly while she moaned and rocked her
crotch down against his head.
     "That's right--oh baby!  That's the way to eat me--oh yes,
yes!  I love it--I love you."
     Glynn sucked her cunt lips into his mouth, opening wide to
bring them in.  She was sugary and blazing, and he sucked hard,
drinking down her juices avidly, rubbing his chin into her crotch.
Letting her rubbery slot ease back into place, he tongued into it
again, reaching as deeply as he could.  Remembering what she had
said about the pea-shaped thing, he felt along the wet silken
lining until he found it.
     His mother quivered sharply then, and hissed as he sucked on
it, as he worked his teeth down to where he could chew it
delicately.  Her belly rolled over him as she dropped to her
hands, and her ass swung in quickening arcs while her crotch
stroked his cheeks, his chin.  She was fucking his face, he
thought dazedly; his sexy hot mother was screwing his mouth.
     "Uhhh!" she grunted.  "Uh-uh--oh, darling! You're terrific--
it's so good, so wonderful--eat me, Glynn. Eat your loving
mother's cunt, son!"
     He redoubled his efforts, snorting and chewing, licking and
sucking, and her movements grew more frantic.  She thrust hard
against his mouth and ground her hairy wet snatch into it with
almost brutal strokes.  He clung to her ass, eating the cunt he
loved more than anything else in the world.
     "C-coming!" she cried out.  "Ah, Glynn--you marvelous little
lover, your mommy is coming!"
     He felt her vibrate, felt the sizzling tissues of her snatch
tighten convulsively, and knew an added release of her love oils.
Holding to her, continuing to lick her box, he rubbed his nose
across her palpitating mound.
     She sat up, shaky and weaving, balanced upon her knees.  He
wanted to keep kissing her pussy, but she slid it wetly away from
his searching mouth, moved it down over his chest.  "That was f-
fine, lover.  My head is still swimming."
     Hiking her ass, she passed farther down his body, then lifted
so that she was poised above his heavily throbbing shaft.  "Now
we'll fuck," she said.
     Glynn trembled when she wrapped her fingers around his rod,
and went stiff, in both legs as she steered the head into the
drippy bush of her treasured pussy.  He held to her thighs when
she started to lower her crotch, when the bulb of his cock started
to slide into the greasy lips.
     In it went, easy and fine, penetrating deep into the clinging
cavity as it slipped deep.  His mother dropped farther down, and
yet more, until she was sitting on it.  He could feel the springy
pressure of her hair upon his balls, and the ecstasy of the cunt
closed around his embedded prick.  He was into his mom again; he
had his hard pole shoved up her opulent pussy and she was fucking
him.
     "Such a young hard cock," she murmured, her palms flat
against his chest and grinding her belly, hunching slowly to him.
"Fuck me, darling--fuck your mother and tell her what a great
piece of ass she is."
     He stroked it up into that fabulous cunt, into the hot, wet
velvet grippings, feeling his cockhead reach bottom.  "You're the
greatest, mom--the finest piece of ass anywhere.  Fuck me the same
way you fuck my daddy."
     "Your daddy--your father--" she gyrated her ass and made his
prick head touch every tingling spot within her vagina.  "He used
to f-fuck me a lot, but no more--no more.  Oh, feed me that young
meat, Glynn!"
     Glynn shoved it to her, lifted his ass every time she dropped
hers, and heard the suctioning noise his prick made going in and
out of her oily cunt.  Back and forth it squished, his balls
getting soaked with the hot liquids.
     "I'll screw you forever," he gasped.  "Your sweet cunt is
mine, now--all mine, and I'll fuck it day and night.  I love your
pussy so much--love your ass and your tits and the way you screw
me.  Oh, mom--mother darling--you hot-assed, beautiful mom--"
     She slammed it to him, making short, rapid strokes that
circled briefly around his hard-driving prick.  "Go ahead, dear--
let it go!  I'm going to come again with you--"
     He moaned and clenched her ass, trying to spread her apart
for the final, twisting thrust that nailed down her womb.  Then
his cock turned into a long, slim volcano spitting fiery lava
throughout her scissoring pussy.  A gush of semen spurted up into
her, bathing her cervix, raining greasily down to flood his
stilled prick.
     His mother's breath gusted from her open mouth, and she threw
back her head.  Her thighs clamped violently against his hips, her
torrid cunt nibbled down upon his glans.  She was coming in
undulating waves of rapture, rolling her ass and beating her small
fists into his chest.
     Glynn thought they had made it fine.



                             Chapter 9

     "Give me a shower first," Lorena said.  "I want to be naked
with you in a shower."
     "Anything you say, girl."  He put down the suitcase they'd
bought first thing.  "The clerk didn't even blink when I
registered as Mr. J. J. Oliver and daughter."
     "That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled.  "Well
have to mess up the other one, too."
     Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt and
she followed suit by peeling off her own.  Her young, hard breasts
sprang free and her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops.
She watched her daddy climb from his pants, gone a little bit
awkward in quick embarrassment that she also felt.
     She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime
and they were alone in a motel room.  The only time she had been
in a motel before, she had to share a room with Glynn, while their
parents slept next door.  And did other things, she amended; like
fucking.
     Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties
after them.  Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for her
father's eyes as they roamed over her body.  She was glad her tits
were high and that she had plenty of honeyblonde pubic hair.  It
was almost the exact shade as his own, she saw, and was once again
amazed and enthralled by the size of his swelling cock.
     She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and unwrapping a
bar of motel soap.  When she had the water just right, warm and
soothing, she stepped into the enclosure and waited for him.  He
came slowly, still feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw.
He was so big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her
small body made with his, and especially liked the wet nudging of
his distended prick.
     Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began
to slide his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all
slippery and foaming, and she wiggled when he washed her tits.
Her nipples got so hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move
her daddy's hand on down to her belly.
     He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy,
fondling the soft mound with obvious delight.  Taking the soap
from him, she massaged it over his hairy chest, down to his furry
crotch, and played games with his stiff shaft, with his
downhanging balls.
     "C-careful," he warned.  "We'd better rinse off now, baby."
     She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving
lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him,
her hands lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his
eyes.
     "Damn!" he said.  "You're a perfect little bitch.  I can read
F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes."
     She laughed.  "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to
be your bitch, be perfect for you. Come on--let's go try out that
bed."
     Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and
tickling each other, grabbing and tenderly mauling.  For a few
seconds, they were both children, happy and carefree.  But when he
rolled on top of her, they both stopped playing, and after a
bright moment of knowing silence, his mouth descended upon hers.
     Holding him frantically close, Lorena drew her lips across
his, forced her tongue between them, then retreated before the
rapid, hungry onslaught of his tongue.  Her father shoved his
long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon
hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy.
     When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me
this way, on top.  I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick
inside me, all the way to the balls."
     Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her
pelvis up for him, making it easy for the searching head of his
mammoth cock to find her humid slot.  The spongy, but hard core,
head probed into her vulva, and her cunt lips stretched to allow
it inside them.  Carefully, her father pushed the thick, heavy
shaft into her writhing body, feeding the pulsing glans inside,
forcing her lips to go elastic and make room.
     "It's going in!" she cried.  "The end of your prick is
spreading my pussy and going in--oh!  Daddy, daddy--"
     It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was
alive, a hot, strong rod that was sliding in and in, until she
thought it would never stop.  She was packed with the luscious
meat, filled to capacity with matchless peter, and her inflamed
clit thrummed with joy.
     Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled her
back upon her shoulders.  "You can take it better this way," he
panted.  "You're wide open to me now.  But what a tight little
pussy you have, baby. What a hot, narrow little snatch; it's
grabbing my prick as if it had fingers, squeezing down on me."
     "F-fuck me," she gasped.  "Pour the prick to me, my sweet
daddy!  Screw your daughter--"
     He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips
fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole
so deep that she thought it was going to tear up into her belly.
But she could take it all, and moaned deliriously when his balls
swung into the uplifted crack of her ass.
     Lorena couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked her
heels down and dug them into the hollows behind his knees, taking
a strong hold there so she could pound her crotch up at him and
meet his every surging, churning stroke.  Her father seesawed his
huge cock into her stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every
grinding lurch and making her jerk.
     She came suddenly, without warning, because there was no way
she could keep him from massaging her clitoris.  Great, rolling
waves of her climax broke in her vagina, and she shook her ass
violently in response, gritting her teeth and moaning through
them.
     "Hold on, baby," he said.  "I'm not far behind you--so tight
and boiling in your little pussy--fucking my sweet daughter,
fucking my beautiful kid--here it comes!"
     His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending a
deluge of wonderful semen splashing inside her.  Her womb
tightened, and her asshole snapped shut as the beautiful, greasy
stuff rinsed her cunt walls.  Her daddy was pumping her full of
his come, releasing the physical proof of his love for her,
flooding her with his man juice.  Lorena worshipped him for it,
and sank into a blissful state of drowsiness.
     She was hardly conscious of his gently taking his weight from
her supine body, but she murmured a protest when her father backed
his shaft out of her pussy.  "Please--don't take it away.  I love
it so."
     He kissed her tits, one at a time, and his hand was soft upon
the seeping tenderness of her mound.  "I worry that I'm too much
for you, baby."
     "Never," she whispered.  "Never too much of fucking you,
dad."
     He lay beside her and she turned to put her face against his
hairy chest.  Through her numbed mind swam the plan, the need to
keep this wild family together.  Glynn was swinging with mom now,
catching up for lost time, and she somehow had to bring her daddy
to the idea that they should all share each other's love, as well
as each other's bodies.
     Jean, she thought; Jean Marks, the torrid little redhead who
practically lived to screw.  Would her father be interested in
her?  He should be; she was attractive enough.  It was strange
that she didn't feel a twinge of jealousy then, but her main idea
was to carry through the plan--and make her daddy happy as she
could.  It was so much fun, in a triangle.
     It was silly to be jealous of someone she loved, she decided;
to love was to give, and if she could give him more happiness and
more excitement by sharing his body with another girl, so be it.
She would be happy for the chance, and feel within herself the
same stimulating thrills she had known when her brother was
fucking both her and Jean Marks.
     Her father said softly, "It's really hard to believe, baby.
I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who'd actually lay his own
daughter.  But I've never been so stirred up by any woman.  It's
like I'm a teenager again, always horny and ready to screw."
     "That's good," she said, and made up her mind to take the
plunge.  "Dad--how would you feel about screwing someone else?  I
mean, with me around and sharing."
     He stroked her back, his big hand warm and comforting.  "I
never thought about it.  You mean, you and me and another woman?
Like an orgy?"
     Lorena kissed his throat and cuddled his softened prick with
a worshipful hand.  "A mini-orgy, you might say.  I can promise
you that it will be farout kicks."
     He was silent for awhile, then said, "I fantasize like
everyone else, I suppose.  Like I did about you, dreaming that
someday, somehow, I might be blessed with the opportunity of
getting into your pants.  Now that I have, I guess anything else
can come true."
     She came up on one elbow so that she could look down into his
beloved face, seem again how strong and handsome it was, how
romantically Nordic.  "It can, dad; believe me, it can."
     He looked up at her.  "Did you have anything special in
mind?"
     "My best friend, Jean Marks."
     "The saucy little redhead, the one who babysat your brother?"
     She smiled.  "I see you noticed her."
     "What man could help noticing?  She's a little doll, but too
sexy for kids to play with.  You mean she'd get into an orgy with
you and me, just like that?"
     Lorena said, "She's a real swinger.  I think she lives for
nothing but sex, which isn't a bad idea, at that.  All I have to
do is ask her and she'll freak out at the idea."
     "Well," he murmured, "that's something else.  I guess I'm not
ready for the discard yet, anyhow.  But we'll have to be very
careful about it--and about just you and me, too.  Your mother
would flip out, if she even suspected, and in the present
circumstances, she wouldn't be beyond calling the cops.  That way,
she could no doubt get the whole package in the settlement--the
house, cars, the business, everything."
     Lorena's smile faded and she frowned.  "Oh, mom isn't that
bad.  I wish you guys--"
     Her father closed his eyes.  "Right now, your mother would
not only knife me, but she'd stand there and twist the blade.
Let's not talk about her, kid.  I'm too damned happy to chance
having that happiness destroyed."
     "Okay, dad.  If that's the way it has to be.  We'll talk
about something else."
     "Like you," he said.  "You weren't a virgin, and I'm glad of
that, the way I'm hung.  Have you been laying some kid I know?"
     She shook her head.  "I lost my cherry to Don, and you never
met him.  It was kind of messy at first, since he didn't really
know what he was doing, either.  But later on, it got to be the
fun I thought it should be. Then I laid Jerry, and he'd been
around some.  We balled for several months, but he got too serious
about me.  Then, well, there was somebody else, but I won't tell
you his name.  He really turned me on, and I learned how to go
down from him."
     Her father squirmed a little.  "This is fantastic, lying here
with my beautiful, naked and freshly fucked daughter in my arms,
talking about how many guys she's screwed, and about you giving a
blow job.  According to all the mores of this country, I should be
outraged, but I'm not.  I'm turned on, and beginning to see what
you mean about orgies.  With my eyes closed, smelling your
freshness so near, I think I might enjoy seeing you take a dick.
I might get a kick out of watching my passionate little girl twist
and hump on another man's driving prick."
     "Seeing it is great, dad, but being a part of it all is even
better.  I want to watch you shove this glorious meat into Jean's
bright little pussy, and I just know she'll go out of her head,
loving it.  She won't be able to help herself.  I don't see how
mom can pass it up, after having you screw her so many times.  Oh-
-I'm sorry; that just slipped out."
     "You're curious about her, aren't you?  Okay, I'll say that
your mother is one hell of a lay, but there were times I felt she
wasn't letting herself go all the way, that she was holding back."
     Lorena thought about that, about hang-ups the older
generation might have.  But her mom looked so sensual, and moved
as if she was always on her way to a bed, and not to sleep.  Could
she be withdrawing, going into kind of a sexual shell because of
the impending split-up?  If so, then Glynn had run into trouble.
But there had been no sign of that this morning at home.  In fact,
both her brother and her mom had seemed very anxious to have the
house to themselves.
     "Maybe she needs something different," Lorena suggested.
"Did she ever eat you, the way I did?" That picture made new life
stir within her vagina, the image of her mother with those soft,
red lips spread over the massive head of her father's cock.
     He sighed.  "She kissed it a few times, in the beginning, but
I never felt quite right about it, with her. There had been a
whore or two who gave me a trip around the world, as we called it
then, but with your mother--"
     "Then you never ate her, either?"
     "Only twice," he answered.  "And both times, she turned away
from me afterward, as if she had merely put up with a deviation
that was strictly mine, and not hers."
     Lorena persisted.  "There are other things, you know, other
ways.  Of course, I haven't tried them all yet, but I mean to.
And Jean says they're really groovy.  I think if you and mom could
get your sex lives straightened out, then everything else would go
back to where it used to be, and we would all be happy."
     He took his arm from around her and turned his head.  She
said quickly, "Okay; I won't push it any more.  Not that way,
anyhow.  But it does turn me on, thinking and talking of you two
together; I wish I had had the nerve to sneak into your bedroom
and hide in the closet, so I could have seen you slip your
wonderful big prick into mom's pussy.  You said she was a hell of
a lay, and I'll bet she wraps those long legs around you, doesn't
she?"
     "She does," he said.  "She likes it on top, on the side, dog
fashion, any way except maybe oral.  Some lucky guy will get a
fine piece of ass after the divorce, when she starts looking
around for another man.  It's a wonder she isn't out screwing
around now, as hot as she is.  But she's like me in that respect,
I imagine; since we've been at each other's throats, we haven't
been interested in fucking anyone else.  For me, that's until now,
that is.  Now, my sweet and lusty daughter, tell me if you've ever
had a boy go down on that enticing little cunt?"
     Lorena said, "No; not yet."
     "Do you want it?  I'd like to be the first man to eat you,
baby."
     "Of course, I want it," she said, and thought that her father
would be getting himself a cherry of sorts from her.  She also
though she had made a lot of progress, learning much about the
problems between her parents.  If Glynn was doing his job as well,
the plan was coming closer to completion.  First she had to bring
in Jean Marks, and--in a flash of inspiration--she thought of
setting up a scene where her daddy would accidentally be exposed
to the sight of his son fucking his wife.  "Here I am, daddy," she
said.  "Eat me."



                             Chapter 10

     Glynn poured a drink of bourbon for his mother and took a can
of beer for himself.  He still felt a little funny, walking around
in front of her bare assed, but she didn't seem to mind being
naked.  In fact, she acted proud of her nude body, and he sure
didn't want her to cover up any of it.  He would never get tired
of looking at her.
     She was sitting on the couch, with her polished legs crossed,
so that only a tufting of her ebony pubic hair peeped out, and
right now the long nipples of her captivating tits were flaccid.
But the heavy breasts themselves stood out magnificently, ripe and
full. They swayed when she reached out for the drink he handed
her.
     "Thanks, dear; I need this.  You're a marvelous lover, Glynn,
so good that I'll never let you go.  Even when you grow up and get
married, I'll visit you every time your wife is away."
     He sat down beside her and took a long, cooling swallow of
beer.  "I may never get married; I love you too much, and no other
could ever be so beautiful."
     "How sweet.  Am I really as exciting as that other girl you
laid?"
     Up close, her skin was flawless, pale and translucent; he
could see the tiny blue veins beneath it.  He said, "She was the
first, and yeah--she's pretty exciting.  But you're special;
you're the best."  He wished he could tell her who had taken his
cherry, but this wasn't the time.
     And when he thought of Lorena, he remembered that he was also
supposed to be working the plan along, making some of the moves
that might keep his mother and father married.  He couldn't
possibly let her go now, and had to do everything he knew how to
keep them from breaking up.  It had been a hell of an idea Lorena
had, the kids seducing the parents, but where did he go from here?
     Watching his mother finish her drink, he said, "How could dad
stay away from you?"
     She put down the glass and raised her arms over her head,
stretching.  The movement threw her tits out, flattening them just
a little as the skin grew taut over the delicious mounds.  "It was
just as difficult for me to stay away from him, at first.  I need
loving, dear; I need a lot of loving.  Now that I have you, things
are going to be much easier.  You make me so crazy that I do
things with you I never have with your father, and I love them.
Teaching my son all about sex is going to be the most fabulous
thing that ever happened to me."
     Glynn drank some more beer.  "Maybe you don't want to talk
about him, but I wish you would.  You know, I told you about
hearing the two of you screw, and how wild it made me.  Wow--if I
had ever seen you making it, if I'd ever watched him kiss your
tits and feel your pussy, I'd have gone off without even touching
my cock."
     She lifted an eyebrow at him.  "Get me another drink, dear,
and I'll tell you how it is.  One time I brought home a huge
mirror and fixed it beside the bed, so we could watch ourselves
fucking.  But your father didn't like it."
     Hurrying, Glynn splashed her glass half full of whiskey and
carried it back.  He could feel his prick moving and a new
strength growing inside his balls, even though he would have sworn
that he was completely drained.  He wanted to hear all this, and
hung on each of her words with rapt attention.
     "I would have liked it," he said.
     "I was crazy about it," his mother murmured, "Seeing myself
being screwed was great, but I had to take down the mirror.  I've
often wondered how it would be, right in the same room with two
people who were fucking, watching every movement, every wiggle of
her ass and seeing the way his prick slid in and out of her cunt."
     Glynn emptied his beer can.  His cock was rising, hardening.
"But about you and dad--how does he go about it?  What--"
     Sleepy-lidded, her sultry eyes focused on his, and her damp,
red mouth said, "Suppose I tell you all about the time I got
pregnant with you?  Would you like that, darling?  All right,
then: we had been at a party and were pretty high by the time we
got home. We didn't even take showers, but started taking off our
clothes right here in the living room.  In fact, he fucked me
right on this very couch."
     Glynn's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on
his mother's plush thigh.  She uncrossed her sleek legs to give
him room, so he moved on in to pet the crisp, ringletted hairs of
her enchanted pussy.
     "I was so hot that night," she recalled, sipping her straight
bourbon.  "I wanted to fuck and fuck, and your father stayed with
me for a long time.  He stretched me out here, and lifted one of
my legs up to put the foot on the back of the couch; my other foot
was on the floor.  He pushed a sofa pillow under my ass and
fingered inside my blazing cunt until I came on his hand.  Then,
when I was really boiling over, he crawled in between my legs and
fed that gigantic prick into my pussy.  I thought we were going to
break the couch, we slammed so hard at each other.  I came with
him, I remember, and he pumped so much semen into me that I
overflowed, and we had to have the couch recovered to hide the
stains."
     Sighing, Glynn asked, "And that was the time you got pregnant
with me?"
     His mother saluted him with her empty glass.  "Yes, and what
a fortunate screw it was.  Now I'm sitting here naked with my son,
looking at his long, hard prick and thinking what a wonderfully
ironic thing this is.  I only wish I could have your father
brought in, all tied up, and prop him against that wall, so he
would be forced to watch his horny son fuck his equally horny
wife.  We'd make his eyes pop out, wouldn't we, dear?"
     Before he could answer, she put her glass on the coffee table
and slipped off the couch, twisting her full, ripe body around so
that she was between his spread knees.  He knew then what she was
going to do to him, and hot lightning raced up his spine.
     "Sit very still," she breathed.  "Don't move, and I'll do
everything."
     With his legs veed wide, when she kneeled erect, his mom's
tits were right at his upright shaft, and he watched with bated
breath as she cupped the delectable melons and leaned forward to
place them on each side of it.  Glynn saw the swollen head of it
poking from between the white mounds, and felt the caress of the
twin nipples.
     She rubbed her tits up and down, squeezing them together, and
with every sliding motion her nipples slid over the throbbing head
of his ironhard prick.  He couldn't help waggling a little, but
she hissed a warning at him, and he forced himself to stay quiet,
since his mother wanted to do this her own way.
     She let her breasts fall apart then, and dipped her head
forward to draw the perfumed mist of her black hair over his
painful cock.  Glynn reveled in the tickle of it, in the
indescribable feel of the silken hair as she ran its luxury along
his shaft.  He dug his fingers into the couch when his mom's cheek
brushed the head of his rod.
     Taking it in one hand, she pressed it against her face,
rubbing her cheek and chin over it, guiding the knob over her
forehead and her closed eyes.  He could feel the gentle scrape of
her eyelashes, and a shiver traveled the length of his tensed
body.
     Slowly, teasingly, she kissed the bulb, her lips soft as the
lighting of butterflies.  Several times, she kissed it, paying a
loving homage to this sex organ that had developed within her own
body in the beginning.  She toyed with it, bent it slightly, and
allowed it to snap back erect.
     He thought, she's going to do it--she's actually going to
suck my prick!  It was something he hadn't even dreamed about with
her, not until after his sister had done it to him.  He had always
imagined fucking her, riding between those terrific legs and
pounding his hard cock up into the special richness of her velvet
cunt, but the image of his mother eating his shaft hadn't come to
mind.
     Now it was about to happen, and he couldn't control the
little muscle spasms that shook him.  When her tongue came out and
licked the end of his glans, Glynn fought a groan behind locked
teeth, but had to let it escape as she curled that artful tongue
around the edges of the knob.  When his mom ran the end of her
tongue down into the slot, he clawed at the sofa and his heels
drummed a tattoo on the carpet.
     Her lips came down and around, and her tongue temporarily
retreated so that the cockhead could follow into the hot cavern of
her mouth.  The distended flanges passed through her teeth and lay
for awhile along her supine tongue, then she moved her head and he
felt his glans against the roof of her mouth.
     "Mmmm," she said around his shaft, and drew still more of the
rigid meat into her mouth, so that at last the tender head bumped
itself against the matchlessly soft satin of her throat.  Her
fingers were at his balls, fondling and probing, and her other
hand was wrapped around the root of his prick, holding tightly,
pressing down and releasing in rhythm.
     Glynn's head was turning from side to side, and he bit into
his lip when she started to apply suction, as she pulled his
cockhead deep and shoved it back out with her tongue.
     The cheeks of his ass clenched at the slippery sucking, as
she moved her head slowly up and down and the inner velvets of her
cheeks flowed back and forth over his knob.  Of their own
volition, his hands came hesitatingly up and held her head, his
fingers going deeply into her bountiful hair.  She didn't seem to
mind now, and he rested them there.
     Her own hands moved, too, sliding down his thighs and behind
his knees to fondle the calves of his legs. They came back up,
gripped his knees again, and urged them up.  Glynn slid forward a
bit and hiked his pelvis, lifting his feet from the floor and
helping his mother drape his legs around her shoulders.
     His feet rubbed up and down her back and he could feel the
resilient pressure of her tits in his crotch.  She tipped his cock
down slightly, and gnawed on it, her tongue busy over the head.
Glynn's fingers clamped harder into her hair, and he began to
hunch at her mouth, moving his shaft deep into it, nudging the
back of her throat.
     Fucking her head; he was screwing her face, pouring the prick
into her mouth, into his own mother's loving hot mouth, and she
increased the sucking, bobbed her head more quickly up and down,
timing her pumping motions to his thrusts.
     "Oh, mom!  Ooohh--I can't take it--so hot--you're eating me,
eating my cock--you're sucking me off and I love it--oh!  Ah!  Oh
you beautiful cocksucker, I'm about to come.  I'm going to let it
all go in your mouth and down your throat--c-coming; COMING!"
     Groaning, she pulled harder as he shuddered and gave one more
hump that ground his pelvis against her teeth.  The orgasm came
roaring up from his leaping balls, sizzled along his swollen shaft
and burst from the head of his prick in a deluge of semen.
Holding tightly to her head, rolling his hips and digging his
heels into the curve of her smooth back, Glynn spurted his hot
juice into his mom's throat.  She took it down, lapping and
swallowing, sliding the sweet creamy fluids thirstily into the
narrow cave of her throat, chewing gently upon the dripping knob
to bring forth more.
     Glynn thought that his backbone was turning to water, or to
more come, and that she would suck him completely dry.  He didn't
give a damn if she turned him inside out, if his balls shriveled
up and fell off.  It was so farout, such a crazy, groovy sensation
that he turned weak and his legs fell away from her shoulders.
When his feet hit the carpet with a thump, his mother seemed to
come back from some far and ravenous place.
     With a final licking of his cockhead, she lifted her face and
let the bulb slip wetly from her smiling lips. "Was it wonderful,
dear?  Did it just tear you apart?"
     Glynn couldn't trust his voice not to squeak, so he nodded,
his head kind of loose and rolling on his neck.  She kissed his
flinching belly and drew her tongue up his chest; then, leaning
into him and pulling his face down to hers, she stuck out her
tongue.
     "Here, lover; taste your own wet semen."
     Inside his mouth, her tongue moved around, fondling his teeth
and cheeks.  There was a flavor of musk unlike hers, a different
spice that had been manufactured deep within his own testicles.
Gasping, he broke the sticky kiss and gulped deep breaths.
     "My turn to bring you a beer," she said, and climbed from
between his spread knees.  He watched her go to the bar, seeing
the enticing swinging of her hips, the jiggle of her ass and the
supremely graceful scissoring of those tapered legs.  Dizzily, he
wondered if any kid his age had ever been so damned lucky.
     Any guy would give his left nut to have a crack at that
beautiful ass, and give up the right one for a chance to get that
kind of head given him.  Glynn thought that his father must be out
of his tree completely, to even consider giving up such fucking.
But he really didn't want his old man moving out, not even if that
meant he'd have his mother all to himself.
     There was still that other thing he had, the need to watch
his mom fuck, and there was nobody he would rather see in action
with her than his father.  Besides, Lorena was no doubt going ape
over the old man by now, digging him as much as Glynn was enjoying
his mom, and she wouldn't stand for his leaving.  He didn't want
his sister to follow, either.  That would be too much of a split,
and Lorena was a crazy piece of ass herself.  No harm in fucking
both of them, he thought, her and his mother.
     "Here's to us," his mother said, giving him a can of beer and
holding up her own refilled glass.  "May we always have as much
fun."
     "Oh, we will," he assured her, and wrinkled his nose as
bubbles from the beer tickled it inside.  Was this a good time to
talk to her some more, while they were resting?  He glanced over
at the clock behind the bar and thought there should be plenty of
time, Lorena wouldn't let go of their dad in a hurry.
     "Mom," he said, "did you ever think about swinging with
anybody else?  Maybe even a--a girl?"
     She sat down in the big chair across from him, and crossed
her legs.  "Why not?  The way I see it, especially since your
father insists upon being such an utter ass, is that I don't have
all that many good years left.  If he doesn't want me, then I'm
sure others do, and that might include a little girl-to-girl
activity, too."
     He saw that she was on the way to being smashed, and thought
he'd try to steer her away from drinking any more, but he was glad
to hear her say she wouldn't mind playing around with another girl
in the act.  From the things he'd read, and pictures he had seen,
Glynn knew that chicks sometimes dug other chicks sexually, and
even though that wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, it was
okay.
     "Do you have anyone in mind?" His mother asked. "That little
girl who got to you before me?"
     He drank more beer and said, "I kind of fibbed to you, mom.
I've screwed two girls before you, and I don't want to tell you
about one of them; not yet.  But the other is my babysitter."
     She sat erect.  "What?  That perfectly beautiful little thing
with the exquisite red hair?  You have good taste, lover."
     "I think she'd join us," he said.  "I'm just about sure of
it, because I laid her and the other one together, taking turns
with them, like--so many strokes into one pussy, so many into the
other; they held hands all the time."
     "Well," his mother said slowly, "and I was going to teach
you.  Could you really get her to--to make love with us?  When?"
     "Let's try for tonight," he answered.



                             Chapter 11

     They came in after dinner, and they'd had their own in a cute
restaurant, holding their heads close together and whispering
exactly like what they were--lovers.  Her dad hadn't minded the
curious, knowing glances they received; he had been altogether too
busy being the nice guy he was.
     But they had to go back home; she reminded him of that sad
fact over a glass of light wine he sneaked her.  So they left the
candlelight and wine atmosphere and drove back to the house.  All
the way, her father kept working on excuses as to why they had
been gone the entire day, excuses that Lorena knew they wouldn't
need.
     Her brother was downstairs in the living room, in front of
the color TV, seemingly very casual, but a closer look told her
that he was beat.  While her dad went to the downstairs bathroom,
she leaned over and kissed Glynn.
     "Where's mom?"
     "Upstairs lying down.  She got a little crocked, even though
I tried to hold back on the supply."
     She kissed him again, feeling very loving, and sat down on
the arm of the big chair.  "Looks like she worked you over pretty
good, lover boy.  You're kind of pale and pooped."
     Glynn sighed.  "I may not be able to walk upstairs without
help.  Wow!  I thought you and I had some great sessions, but mom
is the wildest.  She's been without screwing for a long time, she
said, and I guess she made up for it with me."
     "It was sort of that way with dad and me," Lorena said.  "But
I think it's more than not fucking for awhile; I think it's who
they're fucking that turns them on so much.  Wasn't it like that
with you?  I mean, I got my greatest kicks with you, far more than
with the other guys I screwed--until dad's big cock got in me.
Then it was like nothing ever before."
     "Yeah," Glynn agreed.  "I almost came on the outside of mom's
pussy, just touching it with the head of my prick.  And it seemed
like I couldn't stop fucking her, couldn't ever get enough of that
sweet cunt.  I went down on her, Lorena, and she ate me, too."
     She squirmed on the chair arm, stimulated at hearing what her
mother did.  "Did you get a chance to bring up swinging with
others?"
     He nodded and slipped his arm around her waist.  "I told her
about Jean Marks, and she liked the idea. She wanted to know how
soon we could get together. I said maybe tonight, but I'm in no
shape for it now. How does dad screw?"
     "Wonderfully," she said, holding his hand.  "Once he got past
the hang-up about me being his baby girl, he fucked me until I
passed out.  I couldn't get more than the head of his cock in my
mouth--you have no idea how gigantic it is--but I gave him some
good head. And afterward, he ate me out, even though he'd never
fully done it to a woman before, not even to mom."
     Glynn moved both their hands down and snuggled them between
Lorena's thighs with a quiet kind of intimacy she liked.  He said,
"She told me his hang-ups, and admitted she wanted to watch some
fucking.  I didn't say you and I had swung.  Did you tell dad?"
     "No; I didn't think it was time.  But I did bring up Jean,
and he really dug the idea.  I'm not sure she can take his big
cock, though; she's so small and delicate, even if she's
practically a nympho.  I figured to get the three of us swinging
together, so he'll loosen up more. Then, maybe we can arrange for
him to see you and mom screwing.  That ought to plug the plug for
sure."
     Glynn massaged her mound.  "One way or another. I just hope
he doesn't freak out and beat the hell out of me."
     "How can he?" Lorena asked.  "I mean, he's fucking his
daughter, and another kid, too.  So how can he flip when he
discovers that his wife is doing the same thing?  I only wish we
had another guy to bring in, somebody we could trust, but I can't
think of anybody.  Maybe later."
     "Hey," Glynn said, "you feel real good.  If you're not too
tired, maybe I can get it up again, and you can tell me all the
details of how the old man put his big meat to you."
     She laughed.  "I wonder if you'll ever get enough pussy?  You
know, I hope I can set it up so that both you and daddy can screw
me at the same time.  The two of you could take turns on me, then
I could eat one of you while the other one gave me a good, long
fucking."
     "You think he'll go for that?" her brother asked anxiously.
"If he will, we can do the same act with mom. I'd really dig that,
the two of us putting the meat to mom."
     Lorena said, pressing his hand deeper into her crotch, "Don't
be selfish.  I'll be there, too, doing whatever I can to help us
all."
     "I'm getting hard," Glynn announced.  "But what about Jean?
Are you going to call her?"
     "In a few minutes," she answered.  "But not for you. If she
can come over and spend the night, I want her for dad and me.  And
if you're not asleep, I promise to come in and keep you company
for awhile."
     "Okay," her brother said, and no more, for at that time their
father came into the room and went to the bar.
     Glynn said "hi" and went upstairs.  Lorena slid off the arm
and into the chair, her mound dampened by the playing around her
brother had done with it. Watching her dad mix a strong highball,
she thought that he had had only wine today, but the minute he got
home, he needed something stronger.
     "Mom's in bed early," she said to him.  "Glynn said she had a
little too much and called it a night."
     "That figures," he said.  "Damnit, today was so great, and
now it turns sour, back in this house with her."
     She got up and went to him, to press her slim body against
his big, muscled one.  "I'll call Jean to sleep over.  You can
come into my room, so that even if mom does wake up, she won't
suspect anything if she hears a couple of giggling kids."
     "I don't know," he said.  "It's too dangerous here."
     Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of his
drink there, she said, "Don't be a cop out.  Unless you can't take
any more screwing?"
     He swallowed more whiskey and grinned.  "I think I can ball
all night; I never felt younger or stronger."
     "Good," she said, and went to the telephone.  Sure, Jean
said, she could come right over and how was darling Glynn doing.
     Softly into the mouthpiece, Lorena said, "It's not him.  It's
my dad.  I balled him last night and all day, and now we're ready
for you."
     "Wow!" Jean said.  "You aren't putting me on?  That big, sexy
hunk of man--you swung with your own dad, too?"
     "All the way," Lorena answered.  "He thinks you're something
else, by the way."
     "I'll be right over," Jean gasped.  "Where's your mom?"
     "Zonked out," Lorena said, "crashed.  Glynn's out of action,
also.  So that leaves us three."
     "A nice, swinging number," Jean said, and hung up.
     Turning, Lorena said, "She's coming right over. Maybe you
ought to bring a bottle up to my room?"
     Shaking his head, her dad murmured, "I can't believe that all
this is happening to me, but if it's a dream, I don't want to wake
up."
     Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another quick
shower, wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for him--and for
Jean, she thought.  How would it be, one chick with another?  Not
as good as fucking a man, probably, but different and good, maybe.
It wouldn't hurt to try, and could add an entirely new dimension
to the relationship.  Jean had hinted around a time or two that
she wouldn't be adverse to doing it, and Lorena suspected that the
other girl was already experienced.
     When the door buzzer sounded, she wrapped her blue robe
around her damp body and went pounding back downstairs to let in
her friend.  Her father was still at the bar, and she caught Jean
excitedly by the hand to lead her to the bedroom.
     Inside, she helped the girl strip off her clothing, and
marveled again at the miniature precision of Jean's lovely little
body.  The small, but perfectly shaped breasts stood up pertly,
tipped with exotic pink nipples, and Jean's skin was so finely
textured it felt like warm silk.
     "That feels nice," Jean said.  "Your hands, I mean. Got a
robe I can borrow?  We don't want to shake up your dad too much,
not right away."
     Lorena hauled a pale green dressing gown from her closet, and
held it so Jean could put it on.  The girl leaned back against
her, and took Lorena's hands to lift them to the compact cones of
her tits.  Her hair was close to Lorena's face, and smelled of a
sensual perfume.
     "This feels even better," Jean murmured, practically lost in
the translucent robe.  Her little body burned through the thin
material and into Lorena's.  "How did you do it--make your
father?"
     "Helped him get smashed, then sneaked into his bed and
pretended to be mom.  They haven't been sleeping together for
months, and he was horny as anything.  By the time he realized he
wasn't fucking her, but his daughter, it was too late.  He had
already come in me."
     Jean giggled and rubbed the diminutive hillocks of her saucy
ass into Lorena's belly.  "And now that you turned him on, he's
ready for anything?  So are you, it seems."
     "I think so," Lorena answered.  "We'll get to that later, I
guess, although I don't know how my daddy will take something so
farout."
     "He'll like it fine," Jean assured her.  "Guys really dig
seeing two chicks make it with each other; it turns them on like
you wouldn't believe."
     Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Lorena felt a warm rush of
blood to her face and let go of Jean's tits to step back.  "There
he is.  I guess we'll just play it by ear."
     "If that's your bag," Jean laughed and drew the diaphanous
robe tightly about her body to outline the shape of it.
     Eric Johansen came quickly into the room, shutting and
locking the door behind himself.  He had two bottles, one a fifth
of bourbon, the other a mix.  "Hello, girls."
     Seeing that her father was doing his best to play it cool,
Lorena caught his hand briefly, then took the bottles and put them
on her dresser.  "You remember Jean Marks, dad?"
     "How could I forget her?" he asked.  "You leave an indelible
impact, Jean."
     "Hey," Jean said, "that's what I like about older men;
they're thoughtful and nice."
     "Well," he said.  He was wearing a satin robe that exposed
his hairy legs and dipped in front to show more fur on his broad
chest.  Lorena thought he looked yummy.
     Jean broke the unnatural awkwardness by simply opening her
robe and dropping it from her shoulders. Lorena saw her dad's eyes
go wide at sight of the lovely body.  Jean looked terrific, of
course, creamy white and deep reds, the dark scarlet hair
luxuriant over her tiny mound, the hills and valleys of her flesh
all cunningly molded.  As they watched, she pirouetted slowly,
lifting her arms, a gorgeous little mannequin.
     Lorena took off her covering, but simply stood quiet and
looked at her father.
     He said, "Here are two truly beautiful girls, the prettiest,
most charming girls I've ever seen.  They're naked and
adventurous, and here I am--scared as any kid on his first outing.
I'm one hell of a long way from being a cherry, but I'm as nervous
as if I was."
     "Don't be, dad," Lorena said.  "Why don't you sit down on the
bed and I'll get a glass for your drink. Jean--"
     "Sure," Jean breathed huskily, and moved to the bed to sit
beside him.  As Lorena splashed whiskey and mix into a glass
retrieved from the bathroom, she watched her friend playing with
her father's robe.
     "Sit up, Mr. Johansen." Jean murmured, "so I can help you out
of the sleeves."
     Lorena brought him the strong drink, and her dad grabbed it
anxiously.  She saw his nude body then as Jean whipped off the
robe, saw that he was still edgy about being with two young girls,
and one of them his own daughter.  His cock hung down limply
between the sinewy columns of his thighs.
     "Damn," Jean said, "I never saw one that long before, but if
you took it, Lorena--I guess I can, too."
     "Wait'll you see it hard," Lorena said, knowing a warm stir
within her pussy at the sight of her father's appetizing cock, and
went around to the other side of the bed.
     When she crawled onto it, Jean was kissing him, one hand
fondling the soft tool, the other arm around his neck.  Her father
caressed the little girl, running his hands over the perfect small
body.
     Lorena slid across the bed and came to her knees to press her
tits into her dad's back while she held to his hips.  Her brushy
mound rubbed up and down along his spine, and she figured that he
was getting the damnedest kiss of his life.
     They sank back to the mattress together, and Jean pushed him
over onto his back.  "The first time, I think I'll try it this
way, Mr. Johansen, so I can handle that giant thing my own way.
Oh wow--look how it's growing!"
     Still kneeling beside her father, Lorena saw that his prick
was reaching its full and magnificent size, the glans puffing its
lavender velvet knob awesomely, the corded shaft glowing with
inner life, and his hairy balls looking solid.  It was lovely to
her, no longer frightening, but she understood how the other girl
could be shaken by its length and heft.
     But Jean was handling it now, stroking her tiny hands up and
down, caressing her fluttering fingers over the head of the big
prick.  Lorena watched the girl climb over his body, straddling
the man, both hands still toying with his cock.
     Turning her head, Jean asked over one shapely shoulder, "It's
okay if I take him on first, isn't it?  I mean, you've already
been screwed today, and I haven't."
     "Be my guest," Lorena said in high excitement, running her
fingertips over the erectile tips of her aching breasts.  "Daddy's
all ready."
     An exquisitely formed little goddess, Jean poised momentarily
above him, sculptured in rose and gold and red, the twin cheeks of
her molded ass twitching.
     Jean moved the huge cock she was holding, and biting her
lips, guided its pulsing head into the caress of her pubic hairs.
"It's so big--so big."
     But the blunt tip dug up into the small crotch, and Lorena
saw it slowly going inside Jean's mini-pussy. Bit by bit, as the
girl squirmed to make it fit, the bulb pushed on when Jean gently
lowered her ass.  An inch, then another disappeared into the curly
red hairs, and Lorena could make out the cunt lips stretching
pinkly around the very rim of her father's cockhead.  The girl
gave a strong downward hunch, tightening the cheeks of her ass as
she did so, and the head vanished into her vagina.
     "Ooohh!" Jean gasped.  "It's like riding a salami--oh!
Stretching me open--big and hard and groovy--"
     Lorena could resist no longer; she reached down between the
girl's thighs and fingered the root of the throbbing shaft.  She
felt the slickness of Jean's love juice upon it and touched the
marvelously soft labia as Jean's cunt came to rest there.  Her
other hand cuddling her own pussy, her little finger tickling into
its hot lips, Lorena squeezed on the hilt of her father's prick
and reveled in the up and down sensation of the other girl's cunt
lips, too.
     Releasing her own snatch, she came up to kneel right behind
Jean; this way, she could still reach down and play between two
pairs of thighs, toying with balls and cock as Jean slid up and
down upon the deeply embedded shaft.  Lorena's tits nuzzled into
Jean's back, and she loved the sensation of the little ass bumping
her belly.
     "E-every time I wiggle," Jean panted, "my clit goes crazy.
The head of this prick hits bottom, too.  Ahh--oh, Mr. Johansen,
you're wonderful"
     It seemed impossible for Jean to be taking all that mammoth
cock, Lorena thought, but it was happening, and that tiny cunt
must be stretched to its capacity, packed with so much hard meat.
She reached around and took both the girl's firm tits in her
hands, kneading them tenderly as Jean stroked up and down.
     Leaning back and twisting her head around, Jean sought
Lorena's mouth.  Their tongues met furiously and their teeth
clashed as Jean continued to ride the upright pole, wiggling and
hunching on it.  Lorena felt the moan burst against her teeth as
Jean came, felt the long convulsion that wracked the vibrant
little body as the climax crested through it.
     "Hot and tight, holding my prick with hot fingers," her
father grunted, surging his pelvis upward.  "Sucking on my rod--
ah, kid--you sweet little cunt!  Uh--uh--UH!!"
     He came, heaving up in a spasm that lifted them both from the
bed.  As he dropped back, Lorena realized that his river of
bubbling semen was pumping into her friend's pussy, that her
raunchy daddy was shooting his hot come into Jean's shuddering
cunt, drowning the tiny velvet envelope.  She envied her friend
the rare sensation, and squeezed hard upon Jean's tits.
     Jean's tongue went still in Lorena's mouth, and their breath
sighed, blending in warmth, understanding and sharing.  Lorena was
very glad for the moment, even though her own pussy was afire with
want.
     When Jean sagged limply forward, Lorena let go of the girl's
breasts and helped her work the massive shaft out of her pussy.
It came into the air with a plopping sound, and semen ran down
Jean's molded thigh.
     Rolling over onto the bed, Jean whispered, "J-just give me a
minute or two, Lorena.  I think I exploded."
     And her father fumbled weakly at the bedside table for his
glass.  Lorena leaned across and gave it to him. He said, "She's
got a pussy even tighter than yours, baby.  It's like fucking a
ten year old kid--but a kid who knows how to screw, and loves the
meat."
     "I'm glad you two dig each other so much," Lorena said.  "See
how much fun sharing can be, dad?  I got my kicks out of watching
you fuck, seeing your big cock slipping in and out of her little
snatch.  I held her tits, too, and felt her pussy with my fingers
while you were inside it, stretching it so wide."
     His eyes held hers.  "I felt it, baby, and I wished I could
have my cock in both of you at the same time."
     "You can take turns on us," she said, "crossing over on our
cunts until you come in one of them, and I hope it's mine."
     "Not yet," he said.  "I'm out of gas right now, but when I
get myself pumped up again, I'm going to give my bitchy little
daughter the fucking of her young life."
     "For now, I'll take a sip of your drink," she murmured, "and
mix you another one."
     When she came back to the bed and gave it to him, he was
sitting up, his prick at greasy half-mast.  Jean held up her hands
and Lorena climbed over her dad to go to the girl.



                             Chapter 12

     Glynn caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday
morning.  She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if
she had gone through a long and grueling night.
     "Hey, sis--how did it go?  He locked the door, and I couldn't
ease into your room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to."
     She smiled.  "It's a good thing dad and mom sleep in
different rooms; he's still in there all wrapped around Jean.  Now
he's fucked all three of us women, just as you have."
     "All three--oh yeah, including mom.  I heard her moving
around downstairs awhile ago.  She slept the night through."
Glynn held to his sister's hand.  "I'm wondering how I can get
Jean and mom together today.  Got any ideas?"
     "How about if I split with dad?  We can say we're going up to
his office or something.  Then you can use little Jean to turn on
mother and ball her yourself."
     "Good enough," he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the
idea of swinging with the little redhead and his mom.  "But you
know something?  I'm missing your pussy, sis.  I hope it doesn't
take much longer before we can all be together, you and me, mom
and dad."
     Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, "Hang in there,
Glynn.  I'll go get them up so we can have breakfast; all of us
need the vitamins."
     When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the
stairs, eager to see his beautiful mom again.
     It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his
sister, discussing their sex life openly and up front, but there
were a lot of things changing around here since the plan had
gotten moving.  With any luck at all, he and Lorena ought to be
able to work out the rest of it, getting his old man and mom
together again.
     "Hi mom--smells like pancakes.  Did you know that Jean Marks
stayed over last night?  No, I guess not; you were asleep when she
came after Lorena called her."
     His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and
slinky, with a see-through white blouse.  A bra cupped her opulent
breasts, and he wished she didn't have it on, so he could see
those great nipples. She said, "Oh?  Did you and Jean have fun?"
     He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist,
tugging her close so he could feel the shape of her ass against
him.  "Didn't touch her, mom, I swear.  But if we can get dad and
Lorena out of the house again, I think I can have her spend the
rest of the day here--with us."
     "I--I don't know," she said. "Everything looks different in
the hard light of day, dear.  Besides, your father took your
sister along yesterday and he won't want to--"
     He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest
touch of her beguiling ass.  He wanted to slide his shaft between
those pear-shaped cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her
hidden asshole a little before lowering the head and pushing it
thrillingly into the hot, wet grip of that fantastically beautiful
pussy.
     "Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you.  Last night you
were all up on the idea of Jean with us, making love, and I can
just about guarantee that Lorena will haul dad off again this
morning."
     She trembled against him and said softly, "All right; I just
couldn't resist my eager young lover, even if I tried.  If they go
out, I'll go right to my room, and you can bring Jean there.  Have
you talked to her about it?"
     "I'll get to her right after breakfast," he promised, and
stepped back, letting go his mother's body as he heard footsteps
on the stairs.
     They ate quickly, with Lorena and him carrying most of the
conversation, and when they were having a second cup of coffee,
his sister announced that she was going to the office with their
father.
     "Some files to catch up on," his father said without looking
up from his plate, "and Lorena volunteered to help."
     Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as
she would normally have done.  It was pretty nice, Glynn thought,
not to have his parents cutting at each other all the time.  He
followed Lorena out to the station wagon because she motioned him
to, and there she whispered in his ear that she would go away for
about two hours.
     "That will make it about noon when we come back, Glynn.
Leave all the doors unlocked, and I'll accidentally let dad see
you putting it to mother, with Jean right there helping.  Just a
glimpse to shake him up real good, then I'll back him out.  It's
the next logical step."
     Glynn said, "Well, all right, but I'm still a little shaky
about him seeing me and mom."  He saw his dad coming around the
car and split, his belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all
seemed very logical and simple, but what if his old man blew his
cork?  Dad might figure it was fine for him to stick his daughter,
but he might not want his boy sticking his wife.
     Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning
up the remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going.  This
kind of thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he
decided, but voted against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup.
He compared the two--his mother tall and willowy, but with flared
hips and long, eye-catching legs, Jean small and cute, put
together like a miniature Venus.  Mom's hair was black as night,
and Jean's was flaming red.
     They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and
whispering things he couldn't hear.  As he fidgeted just beyond
the door, his fear fading in his eagerness to screw these two
beautiful females, he saw Jean put a hand upon his mom's waist,
and watched it drift almost casually down across her ass.
     Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention.  Jean was feeling
up his mom, and he knew damned well that he was going to see some
lesbian type loving before long, that he was going to be a major
part of a sexual get together different from the one he had joined
with Jean and his sister.
     This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it
would also go the other way around, while he got his licks in with
both of them.
     He couldn't just hang around and watch them, so he went up to
take a bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his
body strongly, then changing the water flow slowly from hot to
cold.  In the end, he found himself yelling and dancing around in
the needlelike spray.
     They were waiting for him in his mother's room--but not
really.  Jean and his mom had started without him, for they were
already naked and together on the bed.  As he stood staring in the
doorway, he saw the little girl crawling over on top of his
mother's statuesque body.  Jean had both hands full of tit, and
was kissing the beestung lips with dedication, her little pink
tongue darting in and out.
     Glynn heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and
watched her hands come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to
caress and stroke them, push them together and pull them apart.
The sight started a vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked
slowly toward the bed where they were squirming. For the moment,
they seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't blame
them.
     His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn
was anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a
distance.  Not wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on
the far edge of the bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at
them.
     Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples
while she kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy
mounds and letting them spring up rounded again.  Her sleek little
belly moved back and forth, seeking contact with their crotches,
but until Jean stopped kissing her mouth and slid down, their
cunts couldn't meet.
     When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth
hesitated, and Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped over to
the left to fasten hotly upon the upright nipple.  Glynn sighed as
the girl sucked upon that fabulous tit, because he knew the
texture and flavor of it himself.  She caressed the belly, the
hips, and his mother's fingers dug into Jean's ass.
     They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in
between his mom's outflung legs, between the full, rich thighs.
They humped and ground their cunts, making fucking motions as if
one of them was a man, and he could see Jean's dark red pussy
massaging his mother's midnight black cunt
     Moaning, his mother gasped out: "Oh!  Oh darling girl--it's
wonderful to feel you like this, your sweet little box against
mine.  Oh!  Yes, dear--your clit against mine--humping, humping--
oh!"
     And Jean answered hotly, "Yes, Arlene--yes, Mrs. Johansen;
what a deep, wet cunt you have, all velvet and juicy.  So lovely,
so hot and beautiful.  Fuck me, Arlene--fuck me!"
     The girl's ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the
woman's cunt, heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris
into his mother's steaming box.  Glynn clamped down hard on his
cock as he saw his mom lift her symmetrical legs and coil them
around the small, perfect body.  They really screwed then, moaning
and gasping, rotating their asses and ramming their cunts together
faster and faster.
     "C-coming!" his mother cried out.  "Oh you wonderful little
thing, you're making me come!"
     "Me, too!" Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the
black one, making wet sounds.  "Your beautiful hairy pussy--oh,
squeeze me in your thighs, Mrs. Johansen, grind that terrific cunt
into mine--OOOHH!"
     Glynn sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls
packing themselves with fluid that was demanding to be released.
They were so damned beautiful together, lying wrapped in naked
flesh, and they had just reached a mutual orgasm, sharing the
lascivious delights that one woman could give to another.
     And Jean was only beginning.  A real AC-DC chick, he thought,
as she began to slide down his mother's supine, panting body,
kissing the rib cage, licking her tongue over the smoothly mounded
belly to ram it hotly into the navel.  His mom shuddered all over,
and pawed ineffectual hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth
hanging open and her eyelashes fluttering.
     "Your skin tastes like honey," Jean purred, "and I'll bet
your pussy is even richer.  Love the feel of your cunt hair
against my cheek, Arlene--it's all crinkly and kind of stiff, and
I can smell the perfume of it, warm and pungent"
     The girl was rubbing her face into his mother's snatch, first
one cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick curls of the
ebony pubic hair.  She even used her chin to burrow into the
springy bush, and nipped the insides of the trembling white thighs
with quick, hungry teeth.  Glynn clamped down on the head of his
prick, held it lightly as he watched.
     He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so
he could see the most intimate details. There was Jean's tongue
lapping like a puppy dog into his mom's quivering labia; he could
see that the cunt lips were swollen now and turning redder.  Jean
was playing with the cheeks of the other woman's ass and dipping
her fingers into the crack while she ate pussy.
     The dark red head, the elfin face, pushed deeper into the
humid receptiveness of his mother's crotch, and he watched Jean
take the cunt lips between her teeth to bite tenderly upon them.
His mom rocked from side to side and her ass began to hike itself
up and down.  She took the girl's head in her hands then, and her
hunching movement fucked it.
     Glynn stared down at Jean's uptilted ass, at the sweetly
formed cheeks and the tiny cleft with its feathery covering.  He
saw the tight little anus, and below it, as Jean wiggled, the
cunning design of her tiny pussy.  It pouched at him when she
pumped her ass, as she buried her face inside his mom's blackly
heaving cunt.
     It was so close; he ran his hands over the sleek buttocks and
felt their shape, their warmth, the smoothness of them.  Prodding,
he slipped the distended head of his stiff prick between her
thighs, and for a few breathless seconds she rode his shaft,
skidding her wet cunt lips up and down the length of it.  Then
Glynn used one hand to hold her bobbing still, the other to hold
his cock while he steered the blunt glans into the tufted red
hair.
     The heat of it sizzled against his cockhead, and he shoved
steadily into it, fitting his knob into the tight but eager slot
that was so inviting.  It went in slowly as the lips turned
elastic and gave to his pressure; the bulb popped inside her
pussy, and with a long, twisting stroke, he seated the rest of his
prick full length within the tight sleeve of Jean's blistering
young cunt.
     Glynn had never fucked this way before, from behind.  It was
a new sensation for him to snug his balls up tight to the neatly
sculptured ass, to drive his long thrusts into the girl as she
shook her tail against him. It was good, he thought dazedly,
holding to her waist with both hands and cramming his cock while
Jean ate so ardently into his mother's pussy.
     "I--I can't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her
head blindly from side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving
and her belly jerking.  "Oh--it's too much, too much, darling!  My
pussy is going insane--ahh!  Oh!  Please--oohh!!"
     Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick,
and his balls swung against the backs of her thighs.  Glynn stared
down at the entangled women, at the sweetly surging ass he was
putting the rod into, at the twisting, arching form of his mother
in the throes of her orgasm on the girl's avid mouth.
     His mom fell back limply, and Jean lifted her dripping face
from between the older woman's thighs. Glynn gave her a few more
strokes, and Jean's pussy thrummed around his buried cock like a
soft tuning fork.  She was coming, too, he knew, and held his
shaft solidly in her, deeply within her box, as her hot oils
bathed it.
     By keeping still, he didn't come.  It felt almost as good, he
thought, and held his prick inside the girl's snatch, wondering if
this was how to keep fucking for a long, long time.  Jean wobbled
in his grasp, so he allowed her to slide forward, so that his hard
pole slipped soapily from the kiss of her pussy lips.
     "Oh, lover boy," she said, rolling over and smiling wetly up
at him.  "That was a fine screwing; you timed it just right, while
I was about to make your mother come."
     Glynn was proud of himself, and saw that his mom's eyes were
opening, that her dark eyes were focusing upon his posed cock with
its shiny head.  She acted puzzled, as if she didn't quite know
where she was for a moment; then her eyes cleared and she smiled
that warm, bitchy smile.
     "Well, dear--you've just seen your mom debauching herself
with a girl.  Did it surprise you as much as it did me?  I had no
idea, really--but it's so different, so tender and thrilling."
     He said, "You were great, mom.  I put it to Jean from the
rear, while she was eating your pussy, but I didn't come yet."
     "I sure did," Jean announced.  I had it going for me at both
ends, and I came so hard that my head spun. Wow--what a beautiful
family you are, every one of you!"
     Glynn saw his mother frown.  "Every one, Jean?" she asked.
     He moved to her, hurriedly cutting off the conversation,
telling himself that he would break the news a little later, that
she didn't have to know right now. She would have to discover that
dad was screwing her daughter sometime, but there was more than an
hour left before Lorena was due home.
     "I'd like to fuck you dog fashion, mom.  Maybe you'd like to
go down on Jean, kind of reversing your positions.  She's ready
for it, ready for anything."
     Eyes clouding over in that special, sexy way, his mother
licked her full lips and nodded.  "That sounds nice, lover.  Were
you saving your load for me?"
     She kissed him before turning to straddle Jean's slim body,
and he still felt the wet thrusting of her tongue for several
seconds afterward.  Trembling, he watched Jean set herself for the
oral loving, putting a pillow under her piquant little ass so that
her scarlet mouth tipped upward, and spreading her polished knees
wide.
     The red tufted and downy hair of her pussy gleamed up at his
mother, and the older woman stooped to gather the small girl
lovingly in her arms. As Glynn watched enraptured, his mom snugged
Jean close, kissing her mouth hungrily, shoving her tongue deep
into the gasping, open lips.  His mother's knee was prodding into
Jean's crotch, and the lovely girl was wiggling upon it, rolling
her snatch hard against the sleek flesh there.
     Then his mom, his gorgeous, sensual mom, was kissing Jean's
tit, sucking upon each nipple in turn, and her hands were cupping
the girl's body, running over the warm skin.  She lowered the girl
and began to lick hotly over her chest and belly.  Her fabulously
shaped ass came back toward Glynn, lifting up as she slid down
Jean's writhing body to the treasure of the fragrantly steaming
pussy.
     Head turning back over her shoulder, his mother said to
Glynn: "Put it to me, son."
     The cheeks of her ass were like big, beautiful melons in his
hands, and when she turned to plunge her mouth into Jean's
thrusting pelvis, he eased the head of his prick out to touch the
puckered brown ring of her hole, staring down at the crinkly
curlings of her snatch hair, at the meeting of her inflamed pussy
lips in back.
     Had his father ever mounted her this way?  Had his dad ever
fondled these splendid, captivating cheeks and nudged his mom's
asshole with his cockhead?  A quake rippled over Glynn, and his
skin turned extra sensitive.  When she rolled her hips, he poked
gently with his knob and discovered the marvelous slippery labia
kissing his point.  With a little guidance, it eased into the wet,
greasy hold of her pussy, aroused now because of the sucking it
had just had.
     The shock of it was always new, he thought, sliding his hard
and aching shaft deeply into her alluring cunt; it was always as
if he was putting the meat to his darling mother for the very
first time.  The juicy tissues of her pussy closed around his
probing dick, tightened upon it with a loving grasp, and his balls
nestled against the silken pillows of her textured thighs.  It was
in his mom again, stuck to the roots within her mature, ripe cunt,
and he adored the feel of her inner vagina.
     She was so damned hot, so damned beautiful; she was the queen
of all bitches, and Glynn worshipped her sexually, grinding his
pelvis into the hills of her cheeks, bending down to tuck his
belly against the velvet length of her graceful back.  Her heavy
tits hung down as she ate into the girl's pussy below, and Glynn
caught them in both hands, clung jealously to them all warm and
springy as he stroked tenderly into her pussy.
     "I've got my prick locked into your hot cunt," he whispered
into the back of her neck.  "My cock is buried in your pussy, mom-
-moving all hard and slippery in there where dad fucks you.  It's
my pussy, too, and I'm fucking you, mother--I'm pumping my shaft
in and out of your boiling cunt, and you love it, you beautiful,
hot bitch--you love to be fucked by your son!"
     She moaned into Jean's crotch, and the small girl moaned in
answer, heaving gently into the older woman's face, turning her
trim ass in the gripping hands.  Glynn pulled on his mother's
round, pendulum tits, and worked his rod steadily into the
clutching well of her deep pussy.  Suddenly he wondered how her
quivering nest would feel, if it was already made oily by another
man's semen--by his own father's hot juices.
     Pretty soon, he told himself, giving her longer, harder
hammerings, reaching to the far end of her vagina with the lunging
head of his cast-iron prick; pretty soon, he might get the chance
to watch his daddy fuck the hell out of her, and then he'd climb
onto her the second his daddy climbed off, the very moment after
the old man withdrew his big, dripping shaft after letting go his
load.
     Glynn would rut and grind in her wet cunt then, continuing
where his dad left off, fucking and screwing and pumping his own
searing come in to blend with the slidy stuff already left inside
her stirred-up, shuddering pussy.  Both of them would fuck her,
and daddy would see it, see him pound the cock into her body while
mother squirmed and told him how much she loved his young, hard
meat.
     Just then, Jean cried out wildly, and beat her tiny hands
against the bed.  "Mrs. Johansen--oh, Arlene, darling--darling--
eat me--devour my cunt, darling--I'm coming, coming!!!"
     Glynn felt his mother's pussy snap on his cockhead, felt the
inner sheathing of her gorgeous cunt draw tight around it, and in
reflex, the semen came hissing up from his balls.  When she bucked
her ass back against him, he held desperately to her tits and
banged away at her suctioning box.  The come hosed from his glans,
hurled thick and viscous fluid at the entrance to her cervix,
dripped his male essence sticky and penetrating along the
enveloping wall of her cunt, soaking her completely, lathering his
still churning rod from head to balls.
     He thought he was never going to stop coming; it was so good
that he felt dizzy, and at last he shivered to a stop, his balls
only twitching against her molded thighs, his prick stilled and
drowned within the soggy velvet grasp of the most fantastic pussy
in the world.
     Slowly, he sat back, bracing his hands upon her hips for
better balance, but she came back with him, lifting her smeared
face from the young girl's smokey cunt, grinding her ass in
ecstasy upon his sloshy prick.
     Something from outside came knocking at his consciousness,
something alien, and Glynn pivoted his head at the sound of the
door opening.  He saw them standing there, his sister and his
father, saw his dad staring with unbelieving eyes at the tableau
the three of them made, on the bed.
     Then Lorena pulled the door shut again, and Glynn collapsed
on top of his mother.



                             Chapter 13

     Lorena held her father by the arm, leading him to her
bedroom.  He went without protest, but in a numbed kind of silence
that worried her some.  She had been watching his face closely
when she opened that door, and saw the shock that crossed it when
he saw the stark scene before them.
     There was his son Glynn, with both hands full of his mom's
big tits, and Arlene leaning back, riding the boy's prick that was
stuffed up her hairy cunt.  Too, there was the wet glistening of
Arlene's face, and the beautiful young girl lying below her with
legs spread wide and the same kind of oily gleam on the red-haired
mound of her freshly eaten pussy.
     It was a jolting sight for any man to absorb all at once,
because the facts were so brutally clear--his wife was fucking
his--their--son, and had just that moment lifted her avid mouth
from the clinging caress of another girl's hot snatch.  Lorena
thought that she couldn't have timed their entrance any better.
Daddy had to know what was going on in the family, and now he did.
It had been something like throwing a bucket of ice water in his
face.
     Now, he sank nervelessly upon her frilly bed, seemingly
unable to believe what his own eyes had witnessed.  She sat beside
him and took his big hand. "Dad--that was a tough way to tell you,
but we thought it had to be done."
     He shook his shaggy head.  "But, baby--your mom.  She was
actually screwing your brother!"
     "Yes," Lorena said, stroking his fingers and looking into his
bewildered eyes.  "And Jean was in on it."
     Her father's head swung from side to side.  "But, Arlene.  It
just doesn't seem possible--especially with Glynn.  She had a lot
of chances to play around and never did.  Now--"
     Lorena leaned forward and kissed him.  "Dad, it's no
different than what you and I have been doing. We're father and
daughter, they're mother and son; the relationship is exactly the
same."
     He frowned and started to say something, but she cut him off.
"Not that old double standard stuff, dad? Women have the same
desires as men, and you know that you and I have been
subconsciously reaching out for each other for years.  Why
shouldn't it be the same with mom and Glynn?  She's a beautiful,
sensuous woman, and he's a horny young boy."
     "She--she was actually going down on the kid, on Jean," he
said.
     "So what?  I'll bet they had a real ball, the three of them
swinging like that, putting it all up front and doing exactly what
each of them wanted to.  You and I do it; I gave you a blow job
and you ate my pussy; so did Jean.  I hadn't gotten around to
doing her, but I will.  I think she's lovely and sexy and I'll get
my kicks by pulling those delicious little cunt lips into my
mouth.  And I'll tell you something else--I want a chance to do it
with mother, too."
     Eric Johansen blinked and rubbed a hand across his face.  "I
guess you're right, baby.  If the positions were reversed, and
your mother had walked in on you and me while we were fucking, it
might have upset her."
     "You know it," Lorena said, realizing that the shock was
wearing off and that her father's realistic kind of thinking was
coming back to the fore.  "And if she wasn't already screwing her
son, she might have flipped and screamed for the cops.  As it is,
you're not doing any more than she is, and I dare either of you to
say that you're not having more fun than you ever had in your
lives."
     Nodding, he agreed with her.  "That's true on my part, baby.
You're the sweetest, hottest piece of loving ass I ever knew, and
little Jean isn't far behind.  I'd rather fuck my beautiful
daughter than anybody else."
     Now was the time, she thought.  "How about mom? Wouldn't you
like to go back to fucking her, too?  I mean, now that you have
me, and she's been screwing Glynn, you two ought to be able to
build up a lot more excitement for each other.  I'd get a real
thrill out of seeing you fuck mom, and maybe help out a little.  I
get all hot and trembly, just thinking about it."
     He blinked again.  "She did look great in there, all sweaty
and wiggling.  That boy is getting himself a terrific piece of
ass, all right."  His eyes probing hers, he asked, "Have you been
laying him, too?"
     "Yes," she said.  "Glynn and I have always been close, and
since you and mom started this nonsense about a divorce, we drew
even nearer to each other. The first time we screwed, it just sort
of happened.  I saw him jacking off and that made me so hot I just
about raped him and took his cherry."
     "And when did he begin screwing his mother?"
     "The same night I crawled in your bed.  We were spiking both
your drinks pretty heavily, you know.  We planned it all out,
Glynn and I, so that both of us would try to make our parents.  We
thought you were both getting hard up for sex, and that once you
fucked us, there wouldn't be any turning back, that we'd all just
go on and on."
     Her father touched her face.  "And you both carried the plot
somewhat farther, didn't you?  Like getting me and your mother
together again?"
     "Oh yes," she breathed, dropping her hand to his thigh and
sliding it down to feel the big, soft lump of his organ.  "You and
mom belong together, and we want you to stay together.  A divorce
could split us all up, separate the family.  Do you want to let me
go now?  Don't you want to keep on fucking me?"
     "Of course I do," he answered.
     "And mom must feel the same about Glynn.  I don't want to
give him up, either.  So why can't we all groove together, make
love and be in love?"
     He said thoughtfully, "Why not, indeed?  Damn it, Lorena, you
kids are sneaky little bastards, but you had one hell of an idea.
Tying us all tightly together with sex, and why not?  The family
that fucks together stays together, eh?"
     Delightedly, she laughed, and squeezed on his still flaccid
cock.  "Something like that, dad.  Oh, I just knew you'd see
things our way, and I'm so glad!"
     She pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him hard,
slipping her tongue into his lips and running it around inside his
mouth.  He tasted delicious, and she murmured against his teeth,
"They're probably all shaken up in there right now, wondering what
your reaction will be.  If you get undressed, I'll go in and calm
them down some, tell them how it is.  Then I'll ask Jean to split
for home; she can always come back tomorrow night for a real orgy.
She'll understand that the family kind of wants to be alone, to
rediscover its members.  After that's settled, I'll run downstairs
and bring you back a bottle."
     He smiled up at her, and his hands slid between them to cup
her tits.  "And after that?"
     "Why," she said, "after that, you and I will have ourselves a
nice, long fuck, just to take the edge off and to give Glynn and
mom time to get their heads on straight.  Then we'll see what
happens with the four of us."
     "Fair enough," he said, and let her go.
     Lorena sprang from the bed and skipped out of the doorway,
zipping across the hall and into her mother's bedroom without
knocking.  They had spread apart; little Jean had already wrapped
herself in a robe, and Glynn was jittering about, looking for his.
Her mother sat upon the bed with the sheet pulled up over her
lovely body, but her large breasts were uncovered.
     "Take it easy," Lorena announced.  "Everything is all right,
really.  I just told dad the truth, and he went for the plan.
He's not mad."
     Her mother said, "The plan?"
     Swiftly, Lorena told her all about it, how she and her
brother had plotted the seductions in order to stop the divorce.
"Of course," she finished, "we both wanted to screw you and dad,
anyhow.  And now it's worked out just wonderfully."
     Glynn said, "He's not pissed off?  He saw me with my cock up
mom's pussy, and he's not jealous or mad or anything?"
     She laughed.  "If anything, he's turned more horny than ever.
He said you were getting yourself one great piece of ass from
mother.  Maybe we'll have to give him a little time to adjust
completely, but then dad will be ready to join the party."
     Jean Marks said, "Maybe I'd better go home now."
     "You can come back tomorrow night," Lorena said. "It's going
to be a little strange for us at first, you understand."
     "Sure," Jean answered.  "But I'm in on it, too, almost like
part of the family.  Wow--parents fucking their kids, together!"
     When the small girl had gone, Lorena said, "You won't be too
embarrassed or anything, mom?"
     "I--I don't know," her mother said.  "I'm all mixed up,
having a difficult time getting my head cleared. But your father
said he wanted me again?"
     "Definitely," Lorena answered.  "We'll be back in here before
too long, all hot to go.  I think it would be groovy for the four
of us to make it in the same bed, don't you?"
     Her mother said, "You and Glynn, screwing each other; you and
your father fucking.  I'll admit I'm shocked, but no--I'm not
angry or upset."
     "Gee," Glynn breathed in awe, "just think of me and dad on
top of you two, our legs touching while we fuck you, maybe
changing over and going from hot, wet pussy to hot, wet pussy,
taking turns in them with our pricks.  Man, oh man!"
     "In a little while," Lorena promised.  "I have to go down and
get dad a bottle now.  He needs to pump up his courage some."
     "Bring one back for me," her mother said.  "Oh my--I'll have
to take a bath and get myself ready, fix my hair.  Do give me some
time, Lorena."
     Laughing, Lorena said, "Don't worry; I have some plans for
dad, first."
     She dropped off one bottle of bourbon, giving it to her
brother, and carried the other to her own bedroom.  She didn't
need anything to drink, because she was already high with
anticipation.  Just the thought of them all getting together in
that most intimate of ways turned her on, and she pictured her dad
putting his huge prick to her mother, while she took her brother's
rod in her own eager snatch, watching it all happen.
     "Here's the booze, dad.  Forgot the glasses, so you can be a
bottle baby."
     He was naked on the bed, and his beautiful rod was halfway
up; she could see he had been thinking about it, that he also was
making mental images about his wife and son, about himself and his
daughter.  "How did your mom take your explanation, baby?"
     "Just fine; Glynn even stopped shaking."
     "That kid has a lot of guts," he said.  "Sneaking into his
mother's bed and easing the cock to her while she was smashed.
Anything could have happened--she could have screamed and fought
him, yelled for me, anything."
     "What happened was that she enjoyed her fucking and wanted
more.  It was a gamble, sure, but it paid off handsomely for
everyone."  Lorena slid out of her clothes, wiggled her hips and
stepped from her panties; she wasn't wearing a bra.  Since she had
been fucking her daddy and brother, her nipples were always ready
to turn stiff at the slightest touch, and made a bra
uncomfortable.
     "I'd like to try you another style," she said, "something I
haven't done before.  Can you sort of lie back and spread your
legs so I can climb on, facing away from you?"
     "Anything you want," he told her, "everything you want,
baby."
     She first kneeled to kiss the swollen head of his erect cock,
marveling as ever at the size of the thing.  Her tongue licks soon
made the entire organ throb, caused the veins along the shaft to
distend.  She opened her lips and moved her face down, nipping the
length of it, then sucked in one of his balls, rolling the hairy
sack between her teeth and lapping it. Paying the same attention
to the other testicle, she had him wiggling and breathing hard.
     "Now you're ready," she said, and pivoted to swing one knee
upon each side of his body.  Poised above him, she reached down
for the hot, round meat and tilted it toward her, thinking that
the head would feel different in her pussy, pointed this way.
     Carefully, she moved the pulsing, velvety glans into the
hotly avid lips of her pussy, scraping it tenderly through the
thatching of her dampened pubic hair. Her cunt wet itself
immediately, the labia softening and swelling, the interior
tissues lubricating their depths with love oils.
     The blunt, rubbery tip pressed upward as he brought a bit of
her weight slowly down, and her cunt lips spread yearningly to
take it in.  Straining a little, she forced the knob into her
pussy, shaking with pleasure at the feel of it entering her
throbbing cavity.  It was huge, gigantic, but it gave around the
edges, and when her father made an upward hunch with his belly,
the head slid greasily in and the shaft began to follow.
     Slick and sturdy, the big pole worked up into her tightly
holding snatch, caressing her clit as it passed, the ridge along
its underside inflaming her seat of passion with each passing
inch.  Lorena slid joyously upon it, dropping her spread ass down
and down until she was seated upon her father's pelvis, until the
full and majestic length of his massive prick was seated to the
hilt within her vagina.
     She fingered his balls, played with them while she rocked in
rapture back and forth, as she slowly rotated her ass and made the
rigid meat pole move deliciously inside her grasping cunt.  It
felt glorious there, and she thought that she was madly in love
with her daddy's prick.
     "Baby," he said, stroking her ass from behind, "you're so hot
and juicy, even though you're tight as hell and it seems as if I'm
reaching all the way up into your belly."
     Lorena hiked her ass and slid it down again, reveling in the
magic sensation of his soapy cock, knowing little, sharp thrills
as it pressed her vibrant clit.  Taking her time, loving every
sensuous moment and trying to prolong them, she squirmed upon his
buried rod.  He sat up to put his arms around her, to feel her
tits and kiss the back of her neck.
     Her father's tongue groped hotly into her ear and she jerked
insanely, wiggled wildly upon his prick as his hands felt down and
around to come to rest upon her upper mound.  Gasping, she felt a
finger work into the little hood that guarded her clitoris, felt
it dig gently deep to take a place beside his cock.
     "Oh no!" she sighed.  "Oh--not that, too!  I--I--ooohh!!"
     He was fingering her clit, masturbating her at the same time
his huge prick was lifting and falling in the grip of her feverish
pussy.  She hunched against him, caught in his arms and tried
weakly to pull them away, but he was far too strong.
     "Fine, hot pussy," he said into her ear.  "Wonderful little
girl pussy, with my cock up it, with my finger in it.  How's that,
baby--you love your daddy, love your daddy's big prick?"
     "Yes, oh yes!" she hissed.  "But I can't--oh!  Ah!  C-
coming, I'm coming!"
     Wave after hot wave of her climax smashed throughout her
cunt, and when he fired his own sizzling load, Lorena thought she
was going to faint as the spatter of rich, bubbling come washed
her pussy. But she hung on, impaled by his prick and shivering.



                             Chapter 14

     Glynn swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough.  The
stuff burned and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or
something to jack up his nerve.  No matter what his sister said,
he was still kind of edgy about his dad.  But more than anything
else, he wanted to be part of the upcoming action.
     He and his old man, fucking mom and Lorena; Father and son,
screwing mother and daughter--it was so farout that Glynn's mouth
went dry and his heart beat faster at the idea.  Sis said that the
old man wasn't jealous because Glynn had put the meat to mom's
cunt, that he was made horny by the sight. Well, he was no hornier
than Glynn, thinking about watching his father's shaft work all
greasy and huge, in the hairy gripping of his mom's pussy.
     And Lorena, she had to be turned on by it all, sexy as she
was normally.  Then what about his mother? She was going along
with all this willingly, even now getting herself all sweet
smelling and clean to make herself presentable to her husband.
They hadn't screwed in several months, Glynn remembered, and
should be eager as he had been, getting his first piece of ass
from his sister.
     The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there was a
white towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy breasts bobbed
enticingly, her long, lovely legs flashed sleek and smooth as she
walked to the dressing table and sat down before the mirror. When
she raised her arms to brush her flowing black hair, her tits
stood out with long, dark nipples.
     "You're very beautiful," he said, coming over to stand behind
her.  Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, he felt funny,
since they were both naked, except for that towel across her lap
and hiding her alluring pussy from view.
     "You're beautiful, too," she said, smiling.  "I feel like a
school girl getting ready for her first big date, or like a bride
on her wedding night.  Except I'm lucky enough to have two
grooms."
     The whiskey burned in his belly, and he didn't seem as
uptight now, watching her and hearing her husky voice classify him
right in there with his father. "How are we going to go about it,
mom?"
     The brush hissed in her perfumed hair, and her tits jiggled
with a softly beguiling resilience.  "I really don't know, lover.
There's no protocol for this sort of thing, is there?  Tell me,
Glynn, what would you like to do?"
     He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing so
close that he could smell the flowery odors of her hair.  "Well,
Lorena said dad was turned on by seeing you and me screwing like
we were when she opened the door.  I thought I could be with you
first, after they come in.  I mean, I'd like to put my cock to my
mom's lovely pussy in front of them, let them see how much we love
each other, and how well we fuck together."
     She finished with her hair and began to apply makeup,
brushing dark stuff on her eyelashes.  "That ought to make your
father's big thing stand out.  But didn't you say that you wanted
to screw me right after he did, so you could feel his semen all
hot and slidy in my cunt?"
     Glynn shivered and ran one finger tenderly along his mother's
bare shoulder, feeling the impossible smoothness of her unflawed
skin, her radiant warmth. "Yeah, I do.  So I won't fuck you all
the way.  I just want him to watch you lift your legs and wrap me
between them while your gorgeous ass wiggles back and forth and my
prick slips back and forth in you.  I want my daddy to see that I
can fuck you just as good as he can, even if he has got a bigger
cock.  He can see how you love my prick, how you grind on it and
listen to you moan.  Maybe you can tell him how it feels inside
your cunt."
     Her smile widened, and her eyes met his in the mirror.
"That's a sexy idea, describing the sensations of my son's hard
young cock to my husband.  It should run him right up the wall."
     "He can put it to Lorena, if he wants to," Glynn went on.
"But not until he comes.  That ought to go in you, mom.  When I
see that he's coming, then I'll come over and wait to get my prick
back in you while you're still hot and squirming."
     She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a wonderful way
to start the evening, and besides, I'm just as anxious to see your
father squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter's small
box.  Your sister must really love prick, to take so much of it"
     "Oh, she does," he said.  "She's very much like you, mom."
     She stood up and tuned around.  "They might be awhile yet.
Do you think it would spoil anything if we did some screwing right
now?  Would you have plenty left for later?"
     Glynn swallowed, staring at the proximity of her mounded
tits, at the nipples aimed like twin blunt spears at his face.
"Sure; I can go all night, with you."
     "Then come over here," she said.  "There's something I always
wanted to do, and this is just the right time for it.  Because
your father's prick is so big, and because he was always kind of
standoffish about any sort of deviation, I never even tried it
with him.  But now I'd like you to put it up me from the back,
lover. You have a nice, slim cock that should fit all right."
     She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her body
flat against the sheet, mashing her tits down.  Her lustrous ass
poked up, and her thighs were pushed apart.  Glynn stared and
whispered hoarsely, "You mean to fuck you in the ass?"
     "Exactly, darling.  If you play with my pussy, you can get
your fingers slippery, and rub them over your sweet cock for some
extra lubrication.  Then shove it into my ass very gently, very
slowly."
     Heart pounding, Glynn got up behind her and fumbled into the
hairy, damp nest of her cunt, running his fingers up and down the
soft labia.  Working two fingers into the hot gash, he probed with
them until they felt slimy, then brought them out to rub over the
head of his excited prick and down its hard shaft.
     Carefully then, he steered the shiny head into the tiny ring
surrounded by wiry black hairs, pressed its greased tip to the
little puckered hole between the wonderfully molded cheeks.  He
pushed it cautiously, and felt the ring give slightly as a ripple
of bliss moved through his taut body.
     The anus stretched some more at his pressure, and he held to
his shaft, urging it into that heretofore untouched hole so he
could fuck his adorable mother where she had never been fucked
before.  She hiked her ass back at him, rolled it gently, and
helped the aching head of his cock penetrate.  It inched inside
the small ring, pushed slowly into the amazingly elastic tube, and
he looked down to see the head vanishing inside her body.
     She was very hot and tight inside, tighter than Jean's little
pussy, narrower than his sister's cunt. Softness clung to his rod
as it moved inside, gripped his cock from the tip of the head down
to the heavy root with a totally different feeling than her pussy
had given to it.
     Glynn panted and shoved it on home; his balls swung against
the crisp, curly hairs of his mother's pussy from behind, and his
hands stroked over her back, her cheeks, down around to feel the
satin planes of her belly and the upper reaches of her humid cunt.
Pulling back slowly, he felt her wiggle on his rod.
     "Oh darling boy!  You've got it all the way in, all the way
up my ass.  I love it, love it--so strange--stuffing me full,
making me so hot--oh, put your hand on my pussy, dear.  Right
there--yes, yes!"
     He stroked her as she humped her snatch against his hand, fed
his oily shaft in and out of the narrow hot tubing, knowing he
couldn't keep this up for long, feeling the good sensations
already threatening to leap up from his balls.
     She gasped: "Glynn--Glynn!" and he knew it was all right to
let it go, that she was coming quickly, too. He fed the meat to
her tight well with stronger thrusts, burying the head deep within
her body, raking his fingernails over her pussy, her belly,
feeling her mound jump and vibrate against his palm as she reached
climax.
     The head of his prick flexed, trembled, and a heavy gout of
semen spat from it, a torrent of come that washed her tube and
bathed his shaft with the fiery liquid.  They shuddered together,
panting and moaning, until the hurricane of their emotions
subsided and his balls stopped leaping upward.
     He had fucked his mom in the ass; he had taken that cherry,
been the first in there, and she had gone freakish over the
screwing.  There would be plenty more like it, he thought, and got
the wild idea of maybe putting it to her from the back while his
old man stuck it to her in front.  That way, she would really be
filled with pricks.
     She eased forward, and his slippery cock worked out of the
tight hold her ass had on it.  There was only a little seepage of
white stuff to hang like little pearls upon her pussy hair.  Glynn
sat back, catching his breath and holding his greasy rod.
     "That--that was fantastic," his mother breathed.  "It was all
I hoped it would be, and more.  Now I've had you in all ways,
lover--pussy and mouth and ass."
     Awkwardly, he climbed down off the bed and went to the bottle
of liquor to drink sparingly from its neck and make a face.  "I
hope they give us a few minutes more."
     She came to her feet and went into the bathroom to tidy up.
Never, he thought, would there be another woman like her.  If he
should get married some day, his wife had better be at least half
the good fucking his mother was.  His sister was a great lay, too,
so that meant any girl he married would have to be extra special
in that department.
     Putting the bourbon bottle down, he touched his cock and
thought that his future wife would just have to move in with the
family and become a part of it. His father would enjoy getting
some fresh cunt from her, and with three chicks--four, if Jean
Marks was still around--he and the old man could really have a
ball.  He could see himself, bringing home his bride and telling
his dad, okay--you can fuck her now.
     He sat down on the bed again, hearing water run in the
bathroom sink where his mother was cleaning herself up.  Lorena
would probably get married some day, too.  Maybe quicker than he
would, since she was older.  She'd have to clue in her husband
about the family before hand, though.  Boy, he thought--the whole
bunch of them ready to fuck at a minute's notice; husbands and
wives and blood relatives.  He wished now that he had a couple of
other sisters, younger ones that he and his father could teach to
screw.
     His mother came back into the room, high color in her cheeks,
wearing the towel around her hips again. He said, "You think I
ought to put anything on?"
     She shook her head.  "I'm just a little embarrassed at your
father seeing me naked with our son.  I'll get over it before
long."
     "I used to worry about you seeing me with a hard on," he
said.  "I'd hide it best I could, but whenever I got to thinking
too much about you, about the remote possibility of getting into
your elegant pussy, I'd have to run upstairs.  I sure jacked off a
lot of times."
     She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a water glass.
"Pour me some nerve, lover?  What a waste that was, you
masturbating and me being so lonely.  All that time, we could have
been fucking.  But we'll make up for the missed chances, darling.
We have years and years stretching out ahead of us.  Will you
still want to screw your mother when she's a white-haired little
old lady?"
     He splashed whiskey into the glass.  "You bet; I was just
thinking about bringing my wife home--the girl I'll marry some
day, and setting her up for dad to lay. I'll never get tired of
your pussy, mom.  I love you too much."
     "You're a fine boy," she said.  "A nice guy and a wonderful
lover, but I promise not to be jealous over the other girls that
get to feel your lovely, hard prick. I'll just remember that I
taught you much of what you know sexually, and your sister showed
you the rest--or is that twisted around?  I'm a little nervous,
dear."
     He came over and stroked her hair.  "Don't be, mom. It's
going to be terrific for all of us, I'm sure.  Suppose you lie
back and let me play with you while we wait for them?  When dad
and sis come in, we'll be ready to start fucking."
     She stretched out on the bed, the hotly sensual look on her
face now, her lips red and damp.  "Take off this damned towel,
please.  And I hear them coming down the hall."



                             Chapter 15

     Holding her father by the hand, Lorena reached for the
doorknob.  It had taken three drinks to help convince him that he
ought to come in naked, and he was high now.  But at least he
wasn't wearing that floppy old robe, and she was freshly scrubbed,
proud that her mom was at last going to see her in her mature
nudity.
     "Mom," she said, leading him inside, "Glynn--oh." She saw
them on the bed, lying belly to belly, caressing.
     Glynn said quickly, in a voice that was considerably higher
than usual, "We--ah, thought we could start first.  But we waited
until you got here.  H-hi, dad."
     Her father said, "Hello, son--Arlene."
     Her mother said, dark-eyed and looking utterly beautiful, "I
don't know what to say, Eric.  Our son and I decided we could
better show you how we feel, but Glynn only wants to--to do it to
me for a little while.  He would rather you and I--well, screwed
until we came, the first time.  Glynn has a thing about needing to
put his thing in where yours just left, so he can feel your
semen."
     Lorena shivered; this was farout and provocative, a
demonstration where her brother put his stiff young meat to her
mother's willing pussy, but not until he climaxed.  He'd save that
so he could blend his ejaculation with his father's.  Ow wow, she
thought, and squeezed her daddy's hand.
     Gruffly, Eric Johansen said, "Go ahead, boy."
     "Let's go to the bed and stand close," Lorena suggested.  "I
don't want to miss any of this, and I'm sure you don't."
     They watched Glynn kiss his mother as she rolled over onto
her back and spread her legs, lifting one polished knee.  The
towel she had been wearing slipped away, and they could see the
burnished black curlings of her shapely mound, the pink lips
hiding beneath the abundant crisp hairs.
     Arlene took her son by the cock, rubbing her fingers up and
down its stiff length and massaging the gleaming head.  Glynn
dropped his face to take one of his mother's large nipples into
his mouth.  His eyes were closed, but hers were not; she stared up
at her husband, and her voice was low, vibrant and husky: "He has
such a hard young prick, Eric, and he's so eager with it, so
strong."
     Lorena saw her brother's hand slide between the glossy
thighs, saw the fingers probe delicately into the rich hairy nest
and find the welcoming labia, to slip inside while the woman
rolled her hips suggestively. Lorena's breath caught in her
throat, and she felt blindly beside her until her hand encountered
her father's thick penis.  Holding onto it for balance, she stared
entranced at the two on the bed.
     Now her mom was tugging Glynn over on top of her, gripping
the boy's shaft tightly, and as he took his position between her
thighs, rubbed the head up and down along her dewy cunt lips.
Lorena tore her eyes away to steal a glance at her dad, and saw
that he was watching raptly.
     "Look at it poking her cunt," he breathed.  "She's shaking
all over, she's so anxious to get it inside her."
     Lorena said, "Partly because you're here, dad.  She's showing
you how passionate she really is."
     And her brother shoved his prong deeply into the moving
crotch, penetrating the black bush and sliding home into the
gulping lips.  The long, round staff went in easily, burying
itself to the root, and her brother's balls swung to rest in the
uplifted cleft of the shapely ass.  He hung there motionless for a
long moment, then began to pump, and Lorena could see his cock
gleaming with the juices it had picked up inside.
     "It feels so good," Arlene murmured.  "It's moving around in
me, inside my pussy, Eric.  Another prick in my pussy, not yours.
And I love it, love it.  See how I'm fucking him, Eric--watch how
I raise my legs and wrap them around him, so I can pull his lovely
cock as deep as possible.  You always liked my long legs around
you, Eric."
     And Glynn gasped, "N-not too much, mom.  I can't take it;
you're burning up inside, and your cunt is like wet fire."
     Moving like a robot, jerkily and uncoordinated, Lorena tagged
at her father's hand to lead him around the other side of the
swaying bed.  She pushed him down upon it, and he didn't take his
eyes off his wife as she fucked.
     Then Glynn struggled with his mother's legs, and pulled them
from around him.  Another lurch, and he twisted his prick out of
her suctioning vagina.  "Y-your turn, dad," he said.
     Lorena helped her brother slide across the bed, pulled him
over to give the others the room they needed.  Moving like a
stunned giant, her father crawled over and set himself between his
wife's sleek legs.
     "Damn it, Arlene--I missed you, missed fucking you.  Now your
great cunt is all warmed up for me."
     "Hurry, darling," Arlene said.  "Oh please hurry and fuck me.
Put that magnificent cock in me where it belongs and screw me
until I pass out."
     Lorena kept tugging at her brother until she got him in
place, side by side with her.  Eagerly, she caught at his sudsy
prick and guided it into her snatch, hooking one leg over him to
hold him in place.  Together, they stared at their parents, while
his rigid pole eased into her body, slid strongly and firmly up
inside her hungry pussy.
     She saw her dad set the swollen head of his massive cock into
her mother's waiting cunt lips, saw the hunch the other woman gave
to assist the knob make its way.  They were practiced, and the big
shaft slid inside with hardly a struggle, vanishing from sight as
her hairs curled around its root.
     "Uhh!" her daddy grunted, beginning to work his joint in and
out of the clinging pussy, and its veined length shone with oils
that Glynn had stirred up. Powerfully, he fed it into his wife,
slamming the heavy, thick meat deep and pulling out almost to the
head before returning it to its hotly pulling nest.
     "Look, look," Lorena said, settling her own cunt around her
brother's cock.  "Aren't they beautiful together?"
     He answered, "Yeah, but so are we.  Mom keeps looking over at
us."
     "She isn't slowing down any, though," Lorena said, watching
the rapid churning movements of the thick shaft in the squirming
cunt.  The lips of it pulled in powerfully, and the heavy cock
slammed home, creating a sloshing noise, making her mother wiggle
her ass and hump her crotch.
     Every close detail was exposed, and Lorena could even see the
little bubbles of juice that were softly beading on her father's
prick and being carried out to wet the wrinkled, hairy sack of his
balls.  The rhythm was fascinating to her, the intimate sight
thrilling, and she moved her own body in response to her brother's
slow stroking.  She realized that Glynn was holding off, that his
prime objective was to keep himself for the big ejaculation into
the blazing pussy that was now being used so well and so
sensuously by their horny father.
     They fucked so wonderfully, she thought, moving in a beat of
pure sexual hunger, the man cramming his mighty pole deep and
solidly, the woman meeting his every thrust with a series of
gyrations that milked down upon the head of his distended cock.
     "Eric, Eric!" Arlene gasped.  "Oh, what a marvelous cock, and
I love the way you feed it to me.  "Oh--oh, you're filling my
cunt, packing me with your beautiful meat--ahh, darling, fuck me,
fuck me and never, never stop!"
     Lorena's eyes clung to them, and she heard her father grunt
out, "You beautiful bitch, you hot cunted, prick hungry bitch--
here, here--"
     He was about to come; she felt it, saw the rising orgasm in
the trembling of the balls that swung steadily into the feathered
valley of her mother's heaving ass. Stilling the movements of her
own snatch, she dug her nails into her brother's back and hissed,
"Glynn--he's going to hit.  He's about to let it go into mom's
pussy--that thick, heavy stream of semen will--is--exploding from
the head of his cock and squirting creamily inside her vagina.
There, there!  See how his balls are jumping upward!"
     Her brother's prick was motionless in her box, hard and
pulsing, but holding back its own torrent of come, saving it for
the supreme moment when he could act out his sexual fantasy, when
he could climb between his mother's fabulous thighs immediately
after his father left them.
     Lorena was happy she could share the enchantment of the
moment, that she was a vital part of it all, happier yet that her
sweet brother could at last gratify the hot dream he had for so
long held silent within himself.  Now he could let it all hang
out; in a few seconds, he could glut himself upon the hot, wet
treasure of his mother's previously forbidden cunt, sliding his
own cock deftly into the trembling, slippery hole that his
father's big shaft had just been pulled from.
     "C-coming, coming!" her mother screamed softly. "Oh, Eric--I
feel your hot juice in me, and I'm coming with you!"
     The woman flailed her long, satiny legs and crushed the man
into her mounded tits, her ass grinding around and around as she
sought to absorb all his embedded meat, as she tried to suck every
drop of spurting semen from the flexing head.
     "Now!" Lorena said sharply, and snapped her brother's cock
from the confines of her pussy with an adept twisting movement.
"Now, Glynn--get over there and fuck her while his stuff is still
boiling in her, while its fresh and hot."
     She rolled over and tugged at her father's big shoulders,
pulling him back.  "Daddy--get off mom and let Glynn to her.  Come
on, daddy--you can soak your prick in me, but Glynn has to fuck
her right away!"
     Her father's huge prick backed wetly out of the hairy cunt
lips, plopped outside and dragged a trail of glistening white come
after it.  The head was still leaking juice, Lorena saw, and she
tugged harder at the man.  He came to her on his knees, his chest
pumping up and down, still in the ecstatic throes of his climax.
     Glynn leaped off the bed and ran around to the other side,
where his mother lay limply, her head rolled to one side and her
eyes closed.  There were pearly drops of semen on the crisp hairs
of her bushy cunt, and they gleamed up at the boy as he crawled
onto the bed, his own stiff cock in hand.  Lorena stared at him
while he hurried between the relaxed legs, and thought she could
see a wisp of humid steam rising from the inflamed lips of her
mother's well fucked pussy.
     Her brother didn't waste a second; grasping his mom's thighs,
he set the head of his long, slim prick into the greasy lips and
shoved hard.  His cock disappeared into the hairy mound, sliding
immediately into the cunt he craved above all others.  It went
deep, pushed in frantically, until his balls were squeezed flat
against the black fur of her crack.
     "Mom, mom!  It's stuck in your pussy all the way. Oh wow--in
there all sloppy and hot; you're all greasy and buttery inside,
full of my daddy's come. Oohh--ahh--sweet mother, hot mother--and
I'm a real mother fucker!"
     Lorena pulled at her father, wriggled until she got both legs
spread with him in the middle.  Grabbing his rigid, lubricated
cock, she drew it to the entrance of her own burning cunt and
urged the big, dripping head inside.  Shoving, lifting, she pulled
the great knob into her aching snatch, and with a strong surge of
thighs and pelvis, seated the thick shaft firmly within herself.
     "There," she said.  "It's in my pussy just like Glynn's cock
is in mom's pussy.  Oh, he's fucking her, screwing her with all he
has, sloshing his young prick around inside her cunt and going
crazy with how wonderful it feels."
     "Yeah," her daddy said.  "I just pumped her full of semen,
and the boy is pounding his rod in there, fucking his mother,
fucking my wife, and doing one hell of a job at it."
     His shaft moved gently inside Lorena's slot, and she rolled
her crotch to settle it against the cup of her womb, where the big
head nestled lovingly.  She kept her eyes on her brother, seeing
the entrancing motion of his long rod slipping wetly in and out of
the quivering lips of their mother's hairy mound.
     "So juicy in here, all satin and velvet, but wet and slidy,"
Glynn said, and his mother began to stir, to hike her downy belly
in response to his hungry, twisting thrusts.
     "G-Glynn, my son," she murmured, putting her arms around the
small of his back, pulling him tightly to her arching body as he
shoved the meat home, releasing him so he could draw back for
another stroke. "My darling boy--love you, love you so much--"
     And Glynn muttered, "I'm fucking her, dad--fucking the pussy
you just screwed, sliding my cock in here where you just let go,
where you shot off inside mother's cunt.  It's terrific,
blistering, creamy--roll your ass for me, mom.  Ride my prick the
same way you ride dad's prick!"
     Lorena felt her father's cock twitch deep within her slot.
She felt him begin to angle his body slightly, and rotated her ass
to caress the buried prong when he shifted his weight to the
right.  He felt out and took one of his wife's hands, and Lorena
saw her mother clench tightly upon her father's fingers while her
brother worked constantly at his lascivious fucking.
     "Arlene," her father murmured.  "Darling--fuck the boy well;
give him all the love of your educated pussy, darling; make it eat
his young cock."
     Her mother's face turned, and the eyes were shining hotly,
the red mouth was dewy-lipped, and the tongue darted its tip along
white teeth.  "Eric, my husband, my lover--oohh!  Ahh, its so good
to have my son's prick in me.  Oh sweet man, sweet boy--kiss me,
Eric.  Kiss me and run your tongue in my mouth while our son runs
his cock in my pussy!"
     Her father leaned over and fastened his mouth to his wife's
lips, and Lorena knew that his thick tongue was sliding inside.
They were all joined then, she thought dizzily--her father had his
prick crammed into his daughter's cunt; her mother's oily pussy
was wrapped around her son's cock, and mom and dad's mouths were
together, making the circle of hotly loving flesh complete.
     She ground her cunt upon her daddy's rod, grating her pelvis
over his hairy one, her eyes going out of focus in rapture.  She
could hear the rhythm of her brother's fucking, the slosh-slosh of
his dick moving in the pussy he worshipped.  She heard her mother
moan, her father panting, and she listened to the drumbeating of
her own heart.
     A ripple of utter joy passed through her body, and she moved
faster upon her daddy's embedded shaft, knowing the thrill of its
root pressing upon her fevered clitoris.  It was all so wild, and
she reveled in the intensity of the moment, blending body and mind
into a single blazing pinpoint of rapture.
     "Mom--oh, mom!  I'm coming--coming into your beautiful pussy,
shooting my juice in there and mixing it with dad's!"  Her
brother's voice seemed far away.
     "Come, darling," her mother crooned.  "Flow that sweet liquid
into your mother's cunt."
     Shivering, bucking insanely and suddenly against the base of
her daddy's prick, Lorena came with them, her mind spinning out
into a warm, soft blackness.



                             Chapter 16

     There was sweetness in his sister's cunt, and Glynn licked it
slowly, savoring the honey there.  He was replete, but not sated,
and thought he would never be; there were far too many erotic
things yet to do, so many farout combinations to try, and he meant
to go through them all, one by one, if his body held out.
     Glad that he was young and horny, he continued to tease
Lorena's still pussy with his tongue, until her body began to
stir.  She'd passed out, just about the time he was letting his
load go into their mother's snatch.  He loved both glorious cunts,
he thought.  They were both beautiful, hot and particularly sexy
because everybody said he wasn't supposed to fuck them, or to even
think about fucking them, much less eat them.
     Everybody said that, except the people who really counted,
his father and mother and sister.  Wow--it was great to have his
dad put those big hands on his ass and help him shove down deep
into mom's snatch, and it was great to see his dad's huge shaft
working into Lorena's young slit.  There was no better fucking
anywhere, and when they were all doing it together, sharing their
bodies, it made the screwing impossibly better.
     "Ummm," Lorena murmured, opening her eyes and putting her
hands down to rest upon his head.  "I--I must have fainted or
something.  I had dad's prick in me, and you were coming in mom,
and--it was just too much."
     "It's okay," he said.  "I thought this would be the best way
to wake you up, and to show you that I love you, too."
     "I know you love me, Glynn," she whispered.  "And now mom and
dad are back together, aren't they?"
     "The plan worked," he said, licking up over her damp belly to
her firmly nippled breasts.  His cock pressed against her belly,
half-soft but feeling wonderful.  "They can't let go of each
other, and we had a lot to do with it.  Now we'll all live
together, but even better than before, because I can fuck mom and
dad can screw you, and we can do it right out in the open."
     She kissed him when his mouth got near enough. "Isn't it
wonderful, and to think none of it might ever have happened, if I
hadn't caught you jacking off that night."
     He said, "Can I leave you for a few minutes?  Look over
there, and you'll see dad going down on mom. He's eating her for
the first time, all the way, because his hang-ups are gone, and so
are any she might have had.  I want to get in on it."
     "Go ahead," his sister answered.  "I'll be okay in a little
while; I just feel kind of floaty and warm now, and I'll watch
until I get all turned on again."
     His mother's head was on one pillow, her ass upon another.
Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his father's pale blonde
head was buried between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands
gripping the perfect cheeks of her ass.  Arlene's eyes followed
her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her
face.
     Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when he
took his hardening prick in one hand and touched the head of it to
her cheek.  She brought out one hand and cupped his balls when he
rubbed the glans over her forehead and down into one ear.
     "Yes, lover," she whispered hotly.  "Oh, yes--so I can have
both my wonderful men at the same time."
     So Glynn moved the shiny knob of his prick to her lips, where
she kissed it, rubbing the red velvet of them over its tip before
she licked at the drop of fluid that gathered in the slit.  While
his father nuzzled hungrily into her pussy, Glynn inserted the end
of his cock into his mom's mouth and pushed it on inside. Her
teeth scraped tingling along the head, along the shaft, and he
felt the curve of her tongue curl lovingly up and around.
     Dipping his fingers into the luxurious depths of her shiny
black hair, he gave her his prick, moving his ass slightly as the
head bumped the back of her throat. She sucked delightfully upon
it, her cheeks dipping in and out as she siphoned upon his meat,
as she used tongue and teeth and the hot wetness to thrill him.
     Now that the terrific fucking was over, and he had screwed
his mom's pussy while it was still throbbing and flooded with his
father's semen, Glynn thought he might be able to go all night,
sampling all the experiences the four of them might devise.
     Looking over at his sister, he smiled, and Lorena nodded
approval.  He saw her hand cuddle her pussy, saw one finger slip
inside and knew she was stroking her vibrant clitoris.
     His mother groaned around his cock, and he glanced down to
see her crotch surging up and down against his father's face.  She
was coming again, riding dad's suctioning mouth and coming hard,
but she didn't let go of his own prick.  She continued to chew
upon it, to lick searingly over its swollen head.
     But her eyelids were fluttering and her tits were heaving,
jiggling as she crested upon the tidal wave of her orgasm, so
Glynn backed it out of her mouth and allowed her head to roll
back.  There was plenty of time for everything, and he wanted to
stick his cock everywhere it would possibly go.
     Dad and mom were melting together, his father's prick soft
and his mother murmuring drowsily, so Glynn walked back around the
king-sized bed and looked down at his sister.  "You know," he
said, "we haven't made it sixty-nine yet.  That ought to be a lot
of fun."
     "I'm for it," Lorena said.
     He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she started
to lick at his toes, he did the same to hers. The tickling
sensation was almost too much to bear, but he held fairly still
for it, working his tongue up over her ankles and along the shins.
His sister tasted of exotic flowers, of fresh young skin and a
trembling excitement.
     She nipped the calf of his leg, her sharp teeth playful in
his flesh, and he licked over her kneecaps, sliding ever backward
the way she was doing as they worked into position where they
could eat each other simultaneously.  He had eaten pussy and been
sucked off, but he hadn't done it at the same time.
     At her thighs now, he rolled his cheek into the honeyblonde
hair of her crotch and felt the marvelous warmth of her torrid
snatch, the fondling of her cunt hair upon his skin.  Turning his
head, he looked down into the pussy itself and saw how the lips
were parted slightly in the center, how the golden fur outlined
them.  Using his fingers, he gently pried them apart and peered
deeply into the pink tissues, into the membranes that could feel
so fantastic when they gripped his prick.
     He bent his head and touched his tongue into them, shoved it
deep into their wet slippery depths, and felt his sister's tongue
in turn, as she rolled it over the head of his down-hanging cock.
Glynn sucked her pussy, tongued to find the clit and tease it,
nipped the labia and stirred far up into the shuddering vagina.
All the while, she was sucking upon his cock-head, using all the
hot workings of her mouth to bring him to orgasm.
     It was beautiful this way, and he reveled in the heaving of
Lorena's cunt as she thrust up violently, when she came on his
mouth.  A heartbeat later, he released his own diminished load of
semen, pouring it down her throat, and that was beautiful, too.
     A bell clanged insistently, harshly, and Glynn struggled away
from his sister's entwining body to fumble for the bedside phone.
He mumbled something into the mouthpiece and listened, his eyes
running over the quiet forms on the bed--his naked mother, his
nude father, his bare-assed sister.
     "It's Jean Marks," he said to them.  "Says she's been
thinking about us and can't stand it any longer."
     His mother stirred sleepily.  "Tell her to come on over.  In
this family, there's always room for one more."



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