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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Moving Violation by Dorsai (Mf, mF, mf, inc, forced, 1st, oral)
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Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 08:10:01 -0400
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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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Moving Violation

For the first time in three days, the Taylor family was able to sit
down and have a meal together.

That was how long they'd had their new home after moving halfway
across the country when Vic, the father, had been transferred several
months after receiving a big promotion. Also at the table was his
wife, Ellen, and their two kids, Richard (aged fifteen) and Carla
(fourteen).

After spending the last three days and most of the evenings in between
getting the moving truck they'd used emptied out and then getting
everything unpacked and arranged, all of them were more than a little
tired and glad to be done with it--which wasn't the reason all of them
were so quiet. Though neither Vic nor Ellen knew it, the kids were
fully aware of the arguments the two of them had had in the time
between Vic learning of the transfer and when they actually started
packing up to move: while Ellen had been delighted by the significant
increase in Vic's salary, and had encouraged him to accept the
promotion when it was offered, she had ignored his warning that the
promotion likely meant they'd have to move to a different company
office more in keeping with his new responsibilities. So when the
transfer had come, Ellen hadn't appreciated being reminded of that
fact; on top of that, she was more than a little resentful that she
was being called on to give up a job she loved to follow him--thus the
arguments.

For Richard and Carla, it was as much having to listen to their
parents arguing as it was having their own lives uprooted: leaving
their friends behind and moving to some strange new place where they
didn't know anybody.

That left all of them to suffer the gravid silence while they ate.
Neither of the kids wanted to say anything that might get their
parents arguing again, while neither Vic nor Ellen was willing to
speak for fear of having the other take it wrong and having the
arguing start again.

They were nearly finished with their meal when the doorbell rang.
Welcoming the opportunity to escape the silence, Ellen said that she'd
see who it was and quickly left the table. A few seconds later, all of
them could hear it as she answered the door.

Instead of the conversation they expected, the rest of the family was
surprised to see Ellen come back into the dining room--closely followed
by a man wearing some kind of mask. Even more surprising was that
there were two more men behind the first, all of them with their faces
covered.

Demanding "Hey, what's going on here?!", Vic started to get up, only
to have the man behind Ellen club him with a pistol that Vic hadn't
seen. Knocked to the floor, Vic could only lay there, stunned, as the
man behind Ellen told all of them "This is gonna go easy as long as
all you folks just stay still and don't make any fuss. Once we get
what we're after, we'll be gone, and you can all go back to doing
whatever. Got it?"

Terrified, Ellen and the kids said that they did; Vic could only nod weakly.

Still watching the four of them, the man behind Ellen told his
companions "Okay, go to it."

From where she stood, Ellen could see as the other two men headed for
the stairs to the second floor before the man behind her told her
"Okay, lady, go ahead and have a seat. This might take a while, and I
don't need anybody getting frisky and trying to get away." When she
was seated, the man backed up a little bit, then pointed his pistol at
Vic and told him "You, too, buddy--off the floor and on a chair, where
I can keep a good eye on you. No more trouble, right?"

Again, Vic could only nod as he slowly got himself back onto the chair
he'd been in.

Each minute that passed seemed more like an hour to the family as they
waited under the watchful eyes of the masked man. It was roughly
twenty minutes after they first saw him that one of the others came in
and whispered something to him. He became visibly agitated, and they
heard him say "Then one of you look again, only don't be too neat or
picky. I want the other one to start hauling out anything else
valuable; the TV, stereo, computers, that kind of shit. Go on, get
moving!"

When the other man had left, the one with the gun looked at Vic and
Ellen as he said "Now, me and my friends, we're looking for shit we
can make some money off of. Nice place like this, we gotta figure that
you folks got money. And if you've got money, then there's gotta be
some other stuff besides the TV and shit. Stuff like rings and
necklaces and other shit like that. So where is it?"

Having gotten his senses back, Vic told the man "Everything we've got
like that is all still in a lockbox at the bank. We weren't going to
bring it home until we got an alarm system installed. All we've got
here is maybe a couple pairs of my cufflinks and a little bit of my
wife's jewelry."

The man made a disgusted noise before telling Vic "I sure hope you're
just bullshitting me, mister. 'Cause we ain't doing this 'cause we
like to, or because we got a whole lot of other choices."

After that, they all waited in silence again, until one of the others
came up to the man with the gun and whispered to him.

They family could all hear the anger in his voice when he turned to
Vic and asked "You sure you don't want to tell us where the good stuff
is?"

"I already told you: it's in a box at the bank. You've probably
already got everything that's here."

"Okay, buddy, I guess I'm gonna have to see if I can't change you
mind." Addressing all of them the man waved his pistol as he told them
"All of you... up, and into the other room."

There was no mistaking the worry on their faces as they did what they
were told; the kids followed their father, with Ellen coming last.
Once they were in the living room, the man with the gun directed them
to stand in the open area in front of where their large-screen TV had
once been; the empty space on the wall told them that it had been
taken while they were in the dining room.

With them all standing together, the man with the gun asked Vic "You
really wanna make this harder than it has to be? Just give the stuff
up, and we'll go. Otherwise..."

"I'm NOT making this harder. Everything really is in the bank vault",
Vic answered.

The man sighed, then told them "Okay, then, if that's how it's gonna
be. The rest of you just remember: what happens from here on is
because of him. All of you... strip. Naked, as in nothing on. Get
moving."

Vic took a step forward and declared "Hey, wait a minute now!", only
to find himself facing the business end of the pistol the man held.
Abstractly, Vic knew better, but the barrel he was looking into
appeared to be approximately the size of the Eisenhower Tunnel the
family had driven through. Nothing else needed be said or done for him
to step back and be quiet again.

Looking at the rest of the family, the man waved the gun slightly as
he told them "You heard me. Get those clothes off! Maybe that'll get
daddy talking!"

Knowing that it was useless to protest, Ellen and the kids began
undressing; a moment later, Vic followed their example.

Each of them dawdled as much as they could, but none of them dared to
delay too much; the subjects of sex and nudity basically didn't exist
in their home: Vic and Ellen were too embarrassed to do more than
(badly) cover the basics about reproduction with their kids, and the
kids had picked up enough of their parents attitude to be too ashamed
to ask the things they wanted (and needed) to know. As a consequence
of that, nudity was too closely associated with sex, and THAT resulted
in everyone in the family keeping themselves "decently" covered
virtually all the time. Robert and Carla had both seen nude babies, of
course, but nobody older than that--except in the extremely rare
magazine that featured such things. When each had rid themselves of
their outer clothing, they did their best to fumble and pause and
generally put off doing anything else--until all of them were down to
their underwear, and the man with the gun angrily told them "C'mon,
c'mon... strip, I said! I told you naked, and I meant naked, dammit! Get
moving!"

Ellen and Carla were both silently crying as they reached behind their
backs and unhooked the bras they were wearing; Vic managed to keep
himself composed, but there was no mistaking the shame and
embarrassment Robert felt as the two of them began sliding their
underwear down. Once they were naked, Vic simply stood up, his hands
at his side, while Robert did his best to cover his pelvis while
trying not to look as though he were doing so. Neither of them could
resist looking before Ellen and Carla started to slide their panties
down their legs. When they were also naked, both females tried to
cover themselves, too: Ellen by putting an arm across her bust and
shielding her pelvis with the other hand, while Carla clasped her
hands in front of herself and using her arms to cover what she could
of her breasts.

By the time the family was naked, the other two men had rejoined the
one with the pistol and were standing behind and on either side of
him; they were far enough apart that all three men had clear views of
the entire family, who had all opted to look at the floor instead of
each other.

After what seemed like forever, the leader of the group asked
"Anything to say, dad? Make all this stop now?"

Knowing that he wouldn't be believed even if he told them again,
truthfully, that all the valuables were at the bank, Vic said nothing.

After several seconds, the man with the pistol realized he wasn't
going to get an answer, and said "Okay, if that's the way you want it.
All of you, hands at your sides. That means you, mom, and both of you
kids. Do it!"

All three were blushing furiously as they did as commanded. None of
the four could resist raising their heads enough to get a look at the
others, however. Robert saw that his mother looked a lot more like the
girls his own age he'd seen, with her smooth skin. Her bust sagged
only slightly, and his eyes locked on her quarter-sized areolas and
the pencil-diameter nipples that stuck out from them. When he dragged
his eyes down, he saw that if she did anything to her bush, it
couldn't be much more than trim it for the modest swimsuits she wore.
Though Carla was standing next to him, she was still turned toward him
enough that he could see she had slightly small breasts--each the size
of half a small orange. His sister's areolas were only the size of a
penny, dark like his mother's, with dime-size nipples sticking out of
them. What he could see of her muff was that it was small, dark, and
somewhat sparse; looking her over, he was hit with the realization
that she was easily as attractive as any of the other girls he'd known
before they moved.

For his part, Vic couldn't look at his daughter's nude form without
feeling a sense of pride at how pretty she was. There was also a vague
sense of arousal at the sight of her that he unconsciously quashed.

Next to her husband, Ellen took note of how lovely her daughter was,
too; but she couldn't resist looking at her son, only to be surprised
to see that he was getting visibly excited by the presence of naked
females. She knew that it wasn't something he had much (if any)
control over, but it still troubled her... particularly when she
realized that it meant he was getting aroused by the sight of either
his mother or his sister.

Embarrassed as she was to be naked in front of the others, Carla found
that she was actually kind of glad that they were all nude: she was at
an age where her curiosity about the male body easily overwhelmed her
concerns about her own nudity, and she was being given the chance to
see what guys really looked like when they got older, instead of
having to imagine the changes they went through after they were like
the babies she'd seen. Trying desperately not to be seeming to do so,
she looked at her dad's workings--the flaccid penis that still somehow
looked so big, and the sack hanging down with what looked like a
couple of golf balls inside it; the entire area covered in thick, dark
hair. When she finally shifted her attention to Robert, she was
couldn't believe what she saw. Not only was his thing--his penis, she
remembered--sticking out, but it seemed to be growing even as she
looked at it! Below his slowly growing member, she could see Robert's
scrotum (she briefly felt pleased with herself for remembering) with
his testicles inside. Though not as large as her father's, she still
thought they and his penis looked pretty big, particularly since he
was only a little more than a year older than she was. She somehow
found it a relief that Robert's pubic hair wasn't all that much more
developed than her own, being a little bit thicker and covering only a
little more area.

Blushing furiously as it happened, Robert wished that he could just
fall into a hole and never be seen again as he felt his cock getting
longer and harder. The last thing he needed or wanted was for his
sister or his MOM to see him with a hard-on! But there didn't seem to
be a damn thing he could do about it, even though he could usually
distract himself by thinking about other things instead of his growing
penis. He wished mightily that he'd never raised his eyes from the
floor and looked at his naked mother and sister: both of them were
better looking than he'd figured, and were RIGHT THERE with him; once
he looked at real, live naked females... well, that was it.

His discomfiture was only worsened when one of the other men laughed
and said "Hey, check it out... junior's getting a woody!"

That was promptly followed by the other asking "Who do you think it's
for--his mom or his sister?" before both of them laughed.

Roberts penis had reached full erection when the man with the pistol
said "Okay, dad, let's see how far you'll let things go before you
give it up. Just tell us where the good shit is whenever you've had
enough."

Addressing himself to Robert, the masked man told him "Junior, it sure
seems a shame to waste that thing, young as you are. How about if I
show you that I'm really not the asshole you probably think I am,
huh?" When Robert didn't answer, the man went on "Just so you know
what a great guy I am, I'm gonna let you learn some stuff you probably
wouldn't find out about until you were older. For starters, Junior,
what you get to do is play with tits. Go ahead and get your hands on
your sister's--they aren't real big, yet, but they sure do look good,
don't they? And missy, you don't do anything to stop him, right?"

Feeling herself blushing at the thought of her own brother playing
with her breasts, Carla knew that the man was talking to her, and
slowly shook her head to let him know she understood. Closing her
eyes, she waited to feel Robert's hands on her.

At fifteen, Robert had been out on dates with girls before; the
problem was that those dates were almost always only possible if one
of his or the girl's parents were available to take them anywhere.
Still, there had been other occasions where he'd been able to get
alone with a girl with enough privacy that the two of them had been
able to do a little exploring while they kissed. The thing was, that
exploring had always been done from the outside, so even though he had
some idea of what a breast felt like, he'd never actually had his hand
directly on one. So despite the erection waving in the air in front of
him, and the fact that it was Carla he'd be touching, he still
couldn't help but experience a fair amount of eager anticipation at
doing what the man with the gun had told him to. Slowly, so he didn't
appear to be as eager as he really was, Robert stepped in front of his
sister and brought his hands up, finally settling them on the mounds
of her bust.

Even though Carla didn't know what to expect when Robert's hands
reached her boobs, what she felt still surprised her: somehow, even
though it was still just a pair of hands much like her own, his hands
somehow felt different than when she did it. His touch felt... better,
somehow; and she liked it.

Despite the thrill of having a pair of real naked tits in his hands,
Robert managed to keep sight of the fact that they were Carla's tits.
So when he started giving them some exploratory squeezes and saw her
grimace slightly, he immediately reduced the pressure he was applying
so he didn't hurt her. It took him only a moment to decide that he
really liked breasts--particularly Carla's. They were somehow soft and
firm at the same time, and delightfully smooth and warm in his hands.
He happily spent considerable time just running his hands over them,
gently squeezing them, and enjoying how they felt in his hands before
moving on to find out what he could about her nipples. To his
surprised pleasure, he found that he could softly tease the firm
cylinders and roll them between his fingertips and get them to grow
even longer as he watched the dark brown rings surrounding them pucker
in sympathy. It was a fascinating sight to go along with the more
tactile pleasure he was getting.

Other than a single brief bit of discomfort, Carla was pleased with
what her brother was doing with his hands: his touch was as gentle as
she could have wished for, and he was somehow able to bring out
sensations in her breasts that she'd never experienced on her own.
Then when he started playing with her nipples, those feelings
increased even more, and she could feel her nipples grow longer and
harder under his ministrations. Completely forgetting that it was her
own brother molesting her, and that the two of them had an audience,
Carla felt herself begin to get aroused from what was happening to her
developing mammaries.

Without being told to, Robert cupped his sister's breasts in his hands
so that he left their peaks exposed, then leaned forward and took the
end of one mound between his lips. Carla gasped in response, and when
he started to suck on the woman-flesh in his mouth, her pleased moan
was so soft that he was the only one to hear it, he was sure. It was
short work for him to bring both of her nipples to full extension,
glistening with his saliva.

Carla had never been able to bring her nipple and tongue together,
never mind actually experiencing having any part of her boobs in
someone's mouth. The feel of Robert's mouth around her nipple had been
indescribable; when he actually began sucking, the sensation only got
better... something she hadn't thought possible.

Robert was having the time of his young life when he heard their
captor tell him "I think you've had enough fun, junior. Now it's time
for you to learn something you'll like even better."

Reluctantly, Robert pulled his head and hands away from Carla's tits.
He caught the brief look of disappointment on her face before turning
his head to look at the man with the gun while he waited to hear what
was next. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard the man ask
"You've heard about eating pussy and blowjobs, haven't you?"

Feeling himself blushing and not trusting himself to speak, Robert
nodded his head, prompting the man to tell him "Well, congratulations,
kid; now you're gonna find out what they're all about."

Hearing that, Vic started to take a step and say something, but before
he could finish either, the pistol was pointed his direction, and the
man holding it demanded "You got something to say, asshole? 'Cause
unless you're gonna tell us where to find what we're after, you best
hold still and not make a fucking noise, got it?"

Quashing the desire to do or say something he knew was not only futile
but would likely get him or one of his family hurt, Vic silently
resumed his previous position. Still, there was no mistaking his anger
and outrage as he listened to their masked master tell his son "To eat
pussy good, you gotta wanna make the girl feel as good as she does for
you. So you get into the right frame of mind, missy's gonna give you a
blowjob first."

Carla turned her head to face the man, plainly surprised and
disbelieving what she'd just heard. She was still looking at him when
he told her "That's right, missy--you're gonna take your brother's dick
between those pretty lips of yours and suck him off. You're gonna make
him cum in your mouth, and you better swallow every drop of it, too...
or else I might be tempted to think that you don't like his dick, and
shoot it off. Got it?"

Terrified at the idea of Robert getting shot at all, never mind THERE,
Carla softly answered "I understand."

Even hearing the threat of having it shot off his body wasn't enough
to make Robert's cock flag even a little bit; the idea of having his
hard penis in something other than his own hand was simply too much.
Standing there, he watched as Carla turned to face him before slowly
sinking to her knees. A few seconds passed before she reached out and
hesitantly cupped one hand under his scrotum while the other took
tenuous hold of the base of his member. Doubting that anyone else
could see, Robert could feel his sister slightly hefting his balls in
her hand as though trying to guess their weight before she carefully
(and gently, much to his relief) explored their size and shape.
Apparently satisfied with what she learned, she turned her attention
to performing a similar exam of his hard cock. When she was done, she
leaned forward and gave the head of his manhood a tentative lick; a
moment after that, she opened her mouth and took him between her lips.

Although she wasn't happy about what she'd been told to do, Carla
wasn't what anyone could call disappointed about it, either: she'd
been wondering what a real adult penis looked like, and although her
brother wasn't quite an adult yet, he was certainly big enough--both in
age and physical development. When she knelt down in front of him, she
was getting an opportunity that she'd only dreamed about before then.
Not daring to delay too long, she still took a few seconds to really
LOOK at Robert's hard penis, it being both the first she'd ever been
that close to and the first erection she'd seen. Despite the
circumstances, she couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by what
she saw; after she got her hands on him, that thrill got even
stronger. Raising the hand under his sack, she felt a mild surprise at
how light it seemed in comparison to how big it looked; her tactile
exam of its contents told her that his balls were generally shaped
like the drawings she'd been shown in the Sex Ed class she'd had.
Despite the gentle grip she had on his cock, she could still tell that
it was incredibly hard underneath the smooth skin she was touching.
Slightly awed by the size of it (her hand barely wrapped around it,
and its width didn't extend even halfway down the length of it), she
was amazed to realize that she wasn't afraid of the idea of something
that big being inside her... knowing that a baby came out of the same
place reassured her that the seeming monster she held would go in even
easier.

Knowing what she had to do, Carla leaned forward and took a hesitant
taste so she could prepare herself for actually having it in her
mouth. Relieved to find that it didn't have any appreciable flavor,
she did what she knew she had to and simply opened her mouth and took
in what she could comfortably fit. She'd heard older girls talking
amongst themselves, and read and heard enough other things to
understand that "blowjob" was a misnomer; remembering what she'd
already learned, she began putting it into practice and applied a
gentle suction to the shaft that extended between her soft lips. With
her hand still gripping the base of Robert's erection, she was able to
keep him from thrusting himself even farther into her mouth--something
that told her she was getting things right. As she continued to recall
different bits of conversation she'd overheard, she began applying the
details from them: using her tongue at different places and in
different ways on her brother's manhood, changing the gentle suction
she was applying in different ways, and even starting to slowly bob
her head on him.

Having his sister's warm, wet mouth surrounding half his dick had left
Robert stunned at how good it felt. When she'd started to suck on him,
the desire to feel even more of the sensation was more than he could
deal with; it was only the realization that it was Carla's hand around
the base of his cock holding him back kept him from trying harder to
stuff himself into the delightful confines of her mouth. Then when she
started doing things to him, too... he knew that there wasn't a damn
thing he could do to keep from climaxing in her mouth; all he could do
was try to put it off for as long as possible. That met with only
marginal success, and when she started moving her head on him in
addition to everything else it was simply too much for him to bear. He
knew she couldn't have shifted her head back and forth a dozen times
before he felt his balls start to pull up; a couple more times of her
lips sliding up and down his shaft, and he erupted.

From the way Robert was acting, Carla knew something was going to
happen, but she wasn't prepared in the slightest when his cock
suddenly filled her mouth with his juice. Although she was startled by
it, she had enough presence of mind to keep going while quickly
evaluating the semen he kept squirting. Even though she wasn't wild
about the consistency or taste of it, she expected that was mostly due
to having never tasted it before. After she had the time to get used
to it, she decided that it really wasn't all that bad, and didn't have
any qualms about swallowing it as she'd been told to. By the time his
cock had stopped pulsing in her mouth, she'd actually started to kind
of like the taste of her brother's cum, and surreptitiously used her
lips to milk his shrinking shaft of any remaining drops as she slowly
pulled her head back before letting him slip from her mouth. As she
moved to stand up again, she proved she'd done what she was supposed
to by saying "There, I did it", only to hear the man with the gun say
"You sure did, missy!", with a brief laugh.

When asked "That was pretty good, wasn't it, kid?", Robert was ashamed
by his enthusiastic "Yeah!"

"Well, the next part don't feel as good, but it's almost as fun", the
armed man said. Directing himself to Carla, he said "Okay, missy, time
for you to sit down and spread 'em so Junior can get HIS licks in!",
drawing laughter from the two men behind him. Despite feeling herself
blushing, Carla tried as best she could to maintain her composure as
she sat down in one of the armchairs and moved her legs apart--only to
be told "Nah, not like that. Scoot forward so your ass is on the edge
and hang your legs over the arms. You don't want your brother gettin'
a crick in his neck, do ya?"

It was only a few moments until Carla was positioned to the man's
satisfaction, causing her to blush even harder at knowing the sight
she presented to everybody.

Seeing that his sister was ready, Robert wasn't surprised when the man
told him "Go on, kid. Get your face in there and find out what fresh
young pussy tastes like. Trust me, it's good!"

After moving in front of the chair Carla was in, Robert moved to sit
on the floor; as low as the chair was, he knew he wouldn't be
comfortable kneeling, and he suspected he was going to be there for a
while. Though he didn't know it, Robert's attitude closely matched his
sister's: as much as he hated being forced to do things with his own
sibling, there was also part of him that welcomed the chance to learn
and do things he'd heard of and wondered about.

With his head that close to Carla's exposed pelvis and crotch, the
young man had the opportunity to get his first good look at the
details of female genitalia--and found them lovely, to his surprise.
Carla's bush wasn't as large or thick as his, making it possible for
him to see the surface of her mons; with her sitting the way she was,
he didn't have any trouble identifying the small bump at the top of
her slightly parted cleft as being her clitoris. Flowing down from it
were her inner lips, thin and small and looking incredibly soft. At
the bottom, between them, he could see the entrance to her vagina;
with her legs spread the way they were, she was opened up enough for
him to make out what looked like a small ring inside her. Thinking
back to some of the diagrams he'd seen, it took him only a moment to
understand that that ring was her hymen... the maidenhead that defined
her virginity. The entire area around her opening looked shiny to him,
though he didn't know the significance of it until he heard one of the
other men exclaim "Hey, it looks like missy's already worked up a
little bit!"

Recalling the disappointment he'd seen on Carla's face (and what she'd
done AFTER he'd cum in her mouth), it dawned on Robert that his sister
might be glad about what they were doing the same way (and for the
same reasons) HE was. Awakened to the possibility that Carla wasn't a
completely unwilling participant, the young man silently resolved to
do as much for her as she'd done for him. After mentally reviewing the
little bit of factual information he had about cunnilingus, he leaned
forward; when his head got close to his sister's pelvis, he got his
first whiff of a singularly enticing aroma. After a couple of seconds,
he understood that what he was smelling was the liquid that was making
Carla's opening and labia shine. Knowing that it was the scent of her
arousal only added to the appeal of its slightly musky and somehow
sweet overtones, and made him eager to find out if her juices tasted
as good as they smelled.

Extending his tongue, he drew the end of it across her opening and got
his first taste of essence of female--and fell in love with it. Carla's
taste wasn't exactly the same as the smell, it was somehow better. He
repeated his actions, and extended them by drawing his tongue up
between his sister's labia for a little ways. Another pass of his
tongue ended only after he'd made careful contact with her clitoris,
which drew a soft noise of pleasure from her. Robert didn't think
anyone else could see what had happened, but he'd felt Carla lifting
herself up slightly to increase the contact between his tongue and her
pussy... something that told him she liked what he was doing.

Carla had felt mixed emotions as she'd watched Robert's face
approaching her pelvis. That she'd finally find out if having her
pussy "eaten" was as good as it sounded like it would had her feeling
eager anticipation, while she was deathly afraid that her brother
wouldn't find her taste and smell as appealing as SHE did. Much to her
relief, his reaction after his tongue touched her the first time was
enough to reassure her that she wasn't gross or disgusting there. When
he'd progressed to touching her clitoris with his tongue, she couldn't
help trying to increase the pressure at least a little bit. She hadn't
been masturbating that long, but she'd definitely learned how much
pressure felt best to her.

Though she hadn't meant it as a signal, Carla knew that Robert had
noticed what she'd done when his next contact with her clit was firmer
than the first; since the second wasn't as firm as she liked, she
tried pressing herself up again. It apparently worked, because when
Robert began using his tongue on her clit again, it was nearly
perfect. Between what he was doing to and with her clitoris, and the
way he was using his tongue at the entrance to her vagina, Carla was
receiving more and better stimulation from Robert than she'd ever
managed to give herself.

Robert had been worried that he wasn't pleasing Carla when he felt her
press herself up against his tongue a second time, but she didn't do
it again; when he realized that she was beginning to get even wetter
than she'd been before, his fears were completely assuaged, leaving
him free to enjoy what he was doing. The taste of his sister was a
treat for Robert's taste buds, and knowing that he was arousing her
just by using his mouth on her left him feeling rather pleased with
himself. It wasn't long until he was totally focused on what he was
doing between his sister's thighs.

Vic and Ellen had both watched the initial intimacy between their kids
with horror and anguish, but as it had progressed, their reactions had
gradually changed.

As he'd watched Robert's actions with his sister, Vic had gone from
outrage at what his daughter was going through to consoling himself
that at least Robert wasn't doing anything to hurt Carla. But the
longer he stood there looking at his nude daughter, the more insistent
the little voice in his head telling him how pretty she was became.
Then the damn thing started pointing out how sexy she looked, and how
she was responding to what her brother was doing to her--pointing out
things that he'd willfully ignored: the faint flush she'd developed,
how the ends of her breasts had erected and how hard her nipples had
gotten, how willingly she'd sucked her brother's cock, and then how
wet she was even before Robert started using his mouth on her. His
reluctant awareness of her as a sexual being, grown and developed
enough to engage in (and plainly enjoy!) the things their captors were
having her do, combined with the sight of her lithe naked body to have
him starting to feel a vague desire... the target of which he was
unwilling to examine too closely.

Ellen had started with feeling great sympathy for what Carla was going
through--at least until she realized she was looking at her son's
erection waving in the air and thinking how much she'd like to feel
something like it inside herself. She and Vic hadn't had sex in
several weeks; since shortly after they started arguing, in fact.
While she would have admitted that she wasn't what could be called
"passionate", she'd still come to miss the pleasure and release of sex
more and more as the weeks had gone by. The first few times she'd
looked at her naked son's equipment, she'd told herself that it was
simply a normal motherly concern that her son was developing the way
he should. But she kept looking more often, and for longer periods of
time, and had to change her excuse to concern about what would happen
to Carla if the men that had invaded their home demanded that the two
teenagers take things too far. When Carla had been obliged to fellate
her brother, Ellen hadn't noticed the increase of saliva in her own
mouth, or that she was unwittingly doing things with her mouth and
tongue as though SHE was the one with a penis in her mouth. Only when
she watched Robert filling his sister's mouth with his semen did she
realize that she was imagining the taste of cum on her own tongue...
something that gave her no small thrill, despite the circumstances
they were in.

Then Robert had been told to use his mouth on his sister, and Ellen
couldn't help watching in anticipation as her children moved to comply
with the demands of their captor; when her son had first touched his
tongue to his sister's womanhood, Ellen could have sworn that she felt
the sensation of it on her own genitals. Unbidden and unwelcome, her
mind conjured up the image of Robert doing that to HER, leaving her
ashamed of herself--but unable to push it out of her thoughts.

She was so attentive to what her son was doing to her daughter that
she almost didn't hear the man with the pistol tell her "While
Junior's finding out how good his sister tastes, mom, why don't you
show missy what she SHOULD be doing when she gives blowjobs? It's
starting to look like dad would like that."

Glancing over to her husband, Ellen saw that his cock had indeed
gotten longer and heavier, though he wasn't anywhere near having an
erection. Her initial disgust that he was getting aroused was
short-circuited by her shameful admission that she'd been feeling the
same way.

She didn't start moving soon enough for the man with the gun, and when
she saw him start to point it at her, she hurried to comply with his
"suggestion". Moving in front of her husband, she knelt down on the
floor before reaching out and taking him into her hand. After lifting
the firm mass of his cock up, she leaned forward and took the head of
it between her lips. As she started to use her tongue on him, she
heard one of the men say "You're supposed to be showing missy how to
give head, mom, so the idea is make him cum HARD, not fast."

With her husband's cock in her mouth, Ellen could only nod her
understanding before resuming her efforts. Remembering how adventurous
and passionate the two of them had been when they were first married,
she knew exactly what to do to get Victor erect.

Ashamed that his arousal was enough for their captors to notice, Vic
felt a relief that he'd never admit to when he heard one of them tell
his wife to use her mouth on him: he missed the sex with his wife more
than she did, and it HAD been a long time...

It was a considerable pleasure and relief to him when he felt Ellen's
warm, wet mouth surrounding the end of his dick. It got even better
for him when she started doing the things she'd done while they were
still newlyweds. Only a couple of minutes passed before she had him
fully erect, and was slowly sliding her lips up and down his shaft.
Closing his eyes, he tried to focus his attention on the feel of his
dick in her mouth--but it wasn't long until the face he saw moving back
and forth on his shaft was that of his daughter, not his wife. He
managed to push the image away, but it kept coming back; each time it
did, it became clearer and stayed longer... and aroused him even more,
to his dismay.

Ellen could tell that Vic was getting excited faster than she'd
expected, but simply attributed it to the fact that they hadn't been
intimate for so long. She had her own trouble with the thought that it
was Robert's cock she was sucking, not her husbands, and the
inordinately higher desire she felt as a consequence.

Carla had had her eyes closed since shortly after Robert started
licking her, her attention entirely on the incredible feelings he was
creating. So when she opened her eyes again, and glanced over to see
that her mother was kneeling in front of her father and doing to him
what she'd done to Robert, it came as a considerable surprise to her.
It also aroused her tremendously, since she'd had the normal crush on
her daddy for years, and even masturbated to vague thoughts of the two
of them "together". The angle they were at, she could easily see how
long and big her father's penis was, and how it shined with saliva as
her mother moved her head back and forth on the end of it. Remembering
how Robert's penis had felt in her mouth, it wasn't difficult for her
to imagine what her mother was experiencing... and Carla felt herself
become incredibly aroused as she imagined what it would be like to be
able to suck her father's erect penis herself.

His head between his sister's thighs, Robert was almost overjoyed by
the sudden increase in the amount of liquids escaping Carla's vagina.
Despite his focus on what he was doing to Carla, and how she was
responding, he'd vaguely heard what his mother had been told to do;
when he hazarded a brief look toward where his parents were, he wasn't
quite as surprised to see what was going on. But he didn't find it any
less exciting, and was surprised to feel his cock starting to grow
again.

The next several minutes went by quietly, the silence broken only by
an infrequent soft slurping sound or a restrained noise of pleasure.
Ellen's mind kept toggling back and forth between visions of fellating
her son and remembering that she was supposed to be pleasing her
husband as best she could. In front of her, Victor was fighting a
losing battle against the imagery of his daughter being the one with
his hard cock between her lips, and the shame and arousal he felt from
it.

A short distance away, Carla was occupied with enjoying the feel of
her brother's mouth and tongue doing such wonderful things to her
pussy and clit while fantasies of sucking her father's cock played
through her mind... and further fueled her passions. Between her
wide-spread legs, Robert was busy cycling between trying to stimulate
his sister into producing even MORE of her nectar for him to lap up,
and stealing glances over toward where his mother's head was bobbing
back and forth on his father's shaft while his own penis continued to
grow longer and harder.

The silence was finally broken when Vic lost his fight to keep the
images of his daughter out of his mind; with a deep groan, he began
erupting into the warm, wet cavity his dick was in. His release was
made even more intense by the thought that it was Carla's mouth, and
not his wife's, that was receiving his cum.

Even though her eyes were closed at the time, Carla knew that the
sound she heard was her father; almost immediately, she knew it
signalled that he'd reached his climax. Knowing that he was cumming,
it was easy enough for her to imagine that HERS was the mouth he was
filling with his cream--particularly since she still had the taste of
her brother's semen still on her tongue. The visualization of his cock
spurting in her mouth was enough to push her over the edge into the
strongest climax she'd ever experienced.

Robert had heard the noise, too, and seen his father's cock and balls
pulsing as they repeatedly squirted jism into his mother's waiting
mouth; what surprised him was when Carla climaxed, too, so soon after
their father did. Disappointed when her clitoris suddenly disappeared
back under its hood, Robert found consolation in the sudden supply of
his sister's oils for him to lick up; it took a few passes of his
tongue before he realized that what he was doing was making Carla's
release not only stronger, but last longer, as well. The thought that
he'd successfully pleased his sister after what she'd done for him
left him feeling satisfied with himself... and finished the job of
getting his cock fully erect again.

Ellen hadn't expected it when the penis in her mouth had suddenly
begun spurting wads of hot semen, but she didn't mind. The suddenness
of it even gave her the idea that it was Robert's cum, a result of his
youthful inability to control his own pleasure. That thought was
enough to send a powerful spasm coursing through Ellen's womanhood;
while not enough to qualify as an orgasm, it was still strong enough
to bring her considerable pleasure before she milked the last few
drops of sperm from the manhood between her lips, and let it fall from
her mouth.

After a few seconds, Ellen started to get to her feet again; seeing
his mother move, Robert followed her example. It was nearly a minute
before Carla had gotten her breath and senses back enough to make her
way vertical again. All four family members looked decidedly
uncomfortable as they faced the general direction of the three men
that had violated the security of their home.

The silence seemed to drag out longer than it really took before the
leader of the captors announced "Well, now, that was quite a nice show
you folks put on for us. Junior, it looked to me like you got the hang
of eating pussy pretty quick; and the way missy acted, I gotta figure
you must've done a pretty good job on her. And mom, I don't reckon
your old man is gonna forget THAT blowjob for a GOOD long time!"

Ellen, Robert, and Carla all three blushed before the man continued "I
can see that junior's rarin' to go again, and I figure after giving
dad head so good, mom wouldn't mind getting a little lovin' of her
own. So what I figure needs to happen is for junior to go on over and
get mom nice and warmed up. And dad, you might as well find out what
junior's been having fun with and have a little fun of your own with
missy."

Neither Vic nor Robert moved right away; both had decided that they
simply weren't going to go as far as their captors were demanding. But
when the man with the pistol pulled the hammer back with a loud click
and then told them "If you fellas don't get going real quick like, I'm
gonna put a bullet in somebody's tit", they started to move--slowly and
reluctantly, looking at their captors leader with hate and suppressed
rage until each had gotten to his respective partner.

When he was standing in front of his mother, Robert softly told her
"I... I'm sorry, Mom."

Just as quietly, Ellen answered "Never mind, honey. I know it isn't your idea."

Across from them, Victor told Carla much the same thing his son had
said to his wife, and heard her answer "It's okay, Daddy. I know you
won't hurt me."

A few seconds passed before a voice told them "C'mon folks, time to
get things rollin'! Why don't you guys get things movin' by playing
with some tits, huh?"

Slowly and reluctantly, Robert brought his hands up and placed them on
his mother's breasts, just as he'd done to his sister; to his surprise
(and quiet pleasure), he discovered that her mammaries felt nearly as
good as Carla's. Larger and softer than his sibling's, they were still
smooth and warm under his touch. Deciding that he could claim to be
worried about upsetting the man with the gun, he didn't hesitate to
begin exploring his mother's chest ornaments much as he'd done with
his sister. As he did, the pleasure of having his hands overfilled
with warm womanflesh began to make his dick feel even longer and
harder than it had before.

Having her son's hands on her breasts made Ellen feel ashamed of what
was happening, at first. But as he began moving his hands on them,
gently squeezing and stroking their fullness, her embarrassment
gradually gave way to a sense of pleasure with what he was doing. When
his efforts expanded to include her nipples, the good feelings she was
having grew even faster.

Vic had solemnly resolved that although he had to put his hands on his
daughter's body, he was only going to go through the motions of
actually doing anything: he'd make it LOOK good, but he was determined
that it wouldn't be anything that actually brought him any pleasure.
That resolve lasted right up to the point that he first touched Carla
by cupping his hands on her breasts. Unwittingly, he gave her small
mounds a soft squeeze, and found out that they were as smooth and firm
as he remembered girl's tits being when HE was just learning such
things. In addition, he could feel the hard pebbles of his daughter's
nipples pressing into the palms of his hands; he found the stone wall
of his resolve and commitment crumbling under the reality of his
daughter's body in his hands. Slowly and reluctantly, he began moving
his hands a little bit at a time, fascinated with the feel of Carla's
young body.

The command that her daddy should start touching her and doing things
with her didn't bother Carla in the slightest; in fact, she welcomed
it. She loved him, and knew that he loved her, and she was grateful
for the opportunity for the two of them to show each other that love.
She was perfectly willing--eager, even--for him and her to take things
as far as they could... even if that mean her daddy being the one to
take her virginity. After seeing his erect penis, she knew that it
wouldn't fit into her easily and that was okay with her; after what
Robert had done to and with her, she wanted to feel her daddy's hard
cock filling the emptiness she was feeling between her smooth thighs.
As she stood there with her father's hands on her breasts, the idea of
being fucked by him started to arouse her tremendously.

Ellen could feel that her nipples had gotten hard as a result of what
her son was doing to her breasts with his hands, and she was long past
feeling any shame or guilt about what they were doing. She was getting
the kind of attention she hadn't experienced in months, and she simply
didn't care who was doing it, or why; all she was certain of was that
it felt good--good enough, in fact, that her clitoris was achingly
erect and her pussy was wet and developing the empty sensation that
all but demanded she find something hard to fill it. Remembering what
she'd seen of her son's cock, she felt a mild thrill run through her
body at the idea of having the building fires of her lust quenched by
him, and started wondering: did she dare let it happen?

When Robert noticed an aroma much like the one he'd detected with
Carla, he initially wondered where it was coming from; it wasn't the
same, or even close to what his sister had smelled like... and besides,
she was several feet away. Then it hit him: what he was smelling was
his own mother's juices, and that was enough to tell him that she was
getting excited--by him, and what he was doing! He'd been about to use
his mouth on Carla when he'd learned what SHE smelled like, but he
didn't dare suggest anything like that to his mother... then he started
wondering: instead of using his mouth like he'd done with Carla, would
it work if he used his hand, instead?

Without realizing it, Vic had gone from barely moving his hands on
Carla's breasts to actively playing with them and her nipples, which
had gotten longer and harder the more his hands moved on his
daughter's chest. The longer he stood there with Carla's lovely body
in front of him, the harder it was for him to resist the increasing
temptation to begin doing all of the things that kept crowding into
his mind: licking and sucking on the lovely mounds his hands were on,
touching even more of her smooth skin on other parts of her body,
finding out if her small ass was as tight and firm as it had looked,
and so much more.

Carla liked what her father was doing to her developing mammaries: his
touch was both gentle and firm, and the way he moved his hands on her
was heavenly. Still, she wished that he'd start doing even more with
her; she wanted to feel his lips on hers, his hands moving on her body
and even between her legs, and so much more. But most of all, she
wished she could feel his cock in her, sliding in and out of her just
like it had in her mother's mouth. From the way he was acting, she
knew that if she told him what she wanted him to do, he'd be upset and
stop doing anything with her--even if it meant getting hurt by the men
that had come into their home. Despite her increasing desires, all she
could do was enjoy what was already happening and hope that he'd
eventually do even more.

Ellen was deeply involved in a fantasy involving herself and Robert
when she felt one of his hands leave her breast and start moving down
her body. Thinking that she might have missed hearing the man with the
gun tell him to do it, she didn't say anything as his fingertips moved
farther down her body and closer to her wet pussy. Was he really going
to do what she thought he was going to? Was she about to find out what
it was like--and maybe get the relief she needed--when her own son
started using his hand on her?

As his hand moved ever lower on his mother's body, Robert kept
expecting her to say something--almost certainly getting after him for
daring to try and touch her that way. But she remained silent, and
sooner than he thought he would, he felt his fingertips come into
contact with the dark wedge of hair at the base of her belly. Softer
than he'd thought it would be, it was so much thicker than his own
pubes that he couldn't resist running his fingers through it for a
while, enjoying the luxurious feel of her muff. Still, he didn't lose
track of what he'd started out to do, and eventually resumed moving
his hand downward. The first thing he came into contact with was her
clitoris; it was erect and exposed, and he intuitively knew not to do
anything to it until he had something to keep it lubricated. Following
the curve of his mother's mons, he felt his finger slip between the
fleshy lips that he knew bracketed her vaginal opening. They were
larger and thicker than Carla's had been, but he didn't find them to
be any less soft... or touching them to be any less arousing. Slowly and
carefully, he eased his finger farther between them and easily found
the opening between her thighs. It was already surprisingly wet, and
he could feel the heat radiating from it; after gathering his courage,
he proceeded to see if he could get one of his fingers inside her and
find out what a real pussy felt like--even if it was his mother's.

Victor had talked himself into the belief that there wasn't any harm
in just kissing one of his daughter's breasts, and after lowering his
head, did so. But after touching his lips to it, he didn't raise his
head again; after a couple of seconds passed, he kissed the other. A
few more seconds, and his head moved back to the first where he kissed
her nipple. Then it was to the other again to do the same thing. The
third time his head moved to Carla's small breast, he didn't hesitate
to take its chocolate-brown peak between his lips and begin sucking on
it.

The touch of her father's lips on her boob made Carla happy; when he
kissed the other one and then went on to do even more, she was
delighted. But when she felt his mouth fasten on one, she was nearly
ecstatic.

When Ellen felt her son's finger begin to slide into her, she felt a
powerful thrill run through her body at the idea that she was finally
going to have something in her almost-aching empty pussy. Once her
son's digit was fully inside, she was amazed at how good it felt. She
knew she got smaller inside when Vic wasn't fucking her regularly, but
Robert's finger felt larger than she knew it really was. Slowly and
carefully so he'd know she wasn't trying to get him to stop what he
was doing, she moved her feet apart, spreading her legs to make it
easier for him to do whatever he had in mind.

Robert figured he had to be in the best place and position he was ever
going to experience: he had his mouth and one hand full of warm tit
while one finger of the other hand was buried in a snug, wet pussy.
After more-or-less putting his mouth and hand on cruise control on his
mother's tits, he devoted most of his attention to finding out what he
could about the inside of a pussy. Feeling that his finger was
thoroughly coated in pussy juice, he wasn't reluctant to move it
around; it didn't take him long to discover a hard knot with what felt
like a dimple in it, which he quickly concluded must be her cervix.
Further exploration didn't turn up anything else noteworthy (despite
the thoroughness of his efforts); the only other thing he could find
was an area a short distance inside, almost right behind the pubic
bone, that somehow felt different. Carefully, he began pressing
against and rubbing it with the end of his finger, trying to figure
out why it didn't feel the same as the rest.

With his mouth busy on Carla's breasts, Vic absently sent his hands to
her waist and promptly forgot them. Not knowing he was doing it, he
gradually began to shift them around--only to her hips at first, but
eventually letting them wander over her body at will. He didn't
realize what he'd done until his attention was caught by the sensation
of something was moving under them. When that happened, it took only a
moment for him to realize that what had been moving was his daughter's
ass: she'd been clenching it in response to the way he'd been
squeezing and caressing her tight little buns. Before he could pull
them off, however, the thought struck him that if Carla had objected
to what he was doing, she'd have done or said something to let him
know. Instead, she'd apparently been enjoying it; that was all he
needed to know to leave them where they were and begin consciously
enjoying the feel of the smooth skin over hard rubber that made up her
ass.

Carla had been thrilled when she felt her father's hands moving on
her. His touch was soft and patient, and the way he touched her so
gently only added to her pleasure. When he'd taken her butt in his
hands, she wondered if she might be dreaming: from the way he was
stroking and squeezing her ass cheeks, there couldn't be any doubt
that he liked it. If she could only find a way to get his hands around
to the front where her clitoris was... or even better, between her legs...

Ellen didn't know what Robert had found inside her, either, but she
sincely hoped that he'd remember where it was: the pleasure she was
getting from what he was doing was better than anything she'd
experienced for a long, long time. It couldn't have been but a few
minutes since he'd started DOING things to that particular spot, but
she was already well on the way to having an orgasm-- and from the
pressure building inside her, a big one!

Just a few seconds after he'd started trying to find out what that
particular place in his mother's vagina was, Robert heard her start
making small, soft noises as she squatted down slightly and spread her
legs even more. Figuring that if she was doing that, he wasn't doing
anything wrong, he kept going. It wasn't much longer until he
recognized that the sounds his mother was making were noises of
pleasure--and arousal. That was all he needed to know, and he readily
kept going.

Once he was used to the idea of his hands on Carla's delightful little
ass, Vic didn't see any reason why he shouldn't go back and begin
touching the rest of her body again, and find out what he'd missed out
on by not paying attention. He started by sliding his hands upwards,
off of her buns and onto her back before caressing his way up to her
shoulders. From there, it was around to her sides and down to her hips
before taking hold of her sweet cheeks again. After giving her glutes
the attention they deserved, he repeated his actions... then did it
again and again...

With her father's hands moving on her again, Carla promptly started
trying to think of something--anything!--that would get him to touch her
where she wanted him to. She'd once accidentally heard some older boys
talking about something they called "blue balls"; when she'd asked one
of her friends what it meant, discovered that it meant the boy had
gotten aroused for too long without having a climax. Just then, she
felt a considerable sympathy for any boy that had that happen to him
because if there was a female equivalent to it, she had it!

Ellen had reached the point that she couldn't have said anything to
Robert if she'd wanted to: the pressure she felt was so great, and she
was so close to her release, that all she could do was hold still and
pray her son didn't stop what he was doing.

After his experience with his sister, Robert had some idea that
something was about to happen with his mother. Even so, he wasn't
anywhere near prepared when she stopped the slow arching of her pelvis
and froze in front of him. He heard her start to groan, only to have
the sound cut off at the same time he felt her pussy clamp down on his
finger. He was surprised by the force being applied, and surprised
even more when he felt her pussy relax slightly before beginning a
rhythmic clenching that ran from where her opening was clenched around
his finger toward the end before starting over again. In addition to
all of that, Robert could also feel her juices begin to flow out and
wet his hand; he'd never even suspected that a female could get THAT
wet inside.

Vic had fully turned his attention back to running his hands over as
much of Carla's body as he could--even going so far as to start kissing
her again so there wasn't any excuse for him not to play with her
breasts some more. It had been long enough since he'd gotten the
blowjob from his wife that he could feel his cock starting to get
thick and heavy again in response to the sensation of Carla's body
under his hands. He'd been toying with one of her nipples and started
to move his hand down so he could reach around and hold her ass again
when she put her hand on top of his and started moving it in a
different direction. He wasn't paying much attention to what she was
doing until he felt his hand cupping something rounded and slightly
furred. When he realized that Carla had put his hand on her mons, he
pulled his head back and looked at her in concern. He could see the
pleading look in her eyes and hear the wanting in her voice as she
told him "It's okay, Daddy. I... I'd like it, even."

Terrified at the prospect of how he might react, Carla simply couldn't
think of anything else to do other than put his hand on her pussy
herself. Only the things that they'd already been doing together gave
her any hope that he'd leave it there, and the prospect of him doing
anything more was little more than a dream. Much to her relief, he'd
hesitated only a moment before kissing her again while leaving his
hand where she'd put it. A little bit later, she'd been delighted when
she felt him starting to move it slightly: first it was just so he
could cup her mound a little better; but not long after that, he'd
wiggled his finger a little bit so that it slid into her crack some
more. Then he'd done it again so that his finger was holding her inner
lips apart. After that, she could feel the palm of his hand start
regularly pressing against the hood of her clitoris; and the final act
had been when he'd curled his finger slightly and begin gently
pressing against her opening--where she just knew he HAD to be able to
tell how incredibly wet she must be!

With the end of her orgasm, Ellen wasn't sure whether to be grateful
or not that Robert had discovered that spot inside her; the orgasm
she'd just had left her feeling nearly as weak as a kitten. Feeling
Robert's finger still inside her, she reached down and took his wrist,
holding his hand steady as she carefully lifted herself off the source
of her recent pleasure. The way she felt just then, she decided that
her best bet was to get off of her shaky legs and simply kneel on the
floor. She was grateful for the help she got from Robert, and managed
to tell him "Thank you"--realizing too late that he might think she was
thanking him for the orgasm, and not the assistance he'd provided in
getting her safely to her knees. Smiling to herself, she had to admit
that he certainly deserved her thanks for an orgasm like that! Robert
remained standing in front of her, and when she raised her head, she
found herself facing her next temptation... one she readily gave in to,
feeling her mouth start to water as she raised her hands and leaned
forward.

Naturally, Robert didn't have any idea what his mother's orgasm really
meant to her, since he wasn't privy to the goings-on (or lack thereof)
in his parent's bedroom. So when he'd heard her thanking him, he
didn't have any reason to think that it was for anything BUT helping
her to the floor. It was something he was actually glad to do, since
he could see that she was having trouble standing after what she'd
just been through. Looking down at her once she was on her knees, he
saw that her head was hanging down; that seemed like the perfect
opportunity for him to find out if his mother's pussy juices were
anything like his sister's. Turning his body slightly to try and block
what he was doing from her view, he moved his hand to his face. It
took only a brief sniff for him to learn that his mother's lubrication
was a bit muskier than Carla's, but not less appealing. Sticking his
finger in his mouth, he learned that her oils were a little thicker,
too, and tasted almost exactly the same as they smelled. It was only a
few seconds work for him to get his finger, then the rest of his hand.
cleaned of any trace of her. He was just starting to wonder what else
was going to happen when he felt a hand wrap itself around his hard
cock just ahead of something incredibly warm and wet engulfing the
head.

Carla had readily cooperated while Vic got the end of his finger
wetted from the abundant supply of her lubrication, and then carefully
worked it through the tight ring leading to her vagina; she even tried
to spread her legs for him in the process, making it easier for him to
discover the obstacle of her hymen not far inside. Vic found himself
both pleased and excited with the thought that his daughter was still
a virgin. Removing his invading member from her virginal opening, Vic
used the oils on the end of it to lubricate her erect clitoris as he
tenderly began to stimulate it with a random mixture of caresses,
circling it, and simply pressing against it. As he was doing those
things, he could hear his daughter's breathing get faster between soft
moans of pleasure at what he was doing. With his hand busy between
Carla's thighs, he didn't have any objections when he felt her small,
cool hand softly grasp his manhood.

Carla was nearly ecstatic that her daddy was touching her the way he
was. Even better was that it felt so wonderful--better, even, than when
she did it... or what Robert had done, for that matter. She was sure she
was practically dripping, she'd gotten her so wet; when she happened
to open her eyes and looked down to see that his penis had gotten
longer and thicker, she didn't even think about it before reaching out
and taking it in her hand and feeling it twitch in response. With only
the experience of having Robert's penis in her hand, she started
stroking the larger mass in her hand slowly and carefully. It took a
little bit before she was sure that she was getting it right from the
way it began to grow in her hand even more. She continued her efforts
to encourage it to get even bigger as she divided her attention
between the mass of meat in her hand and what her Daddy was doing to
and with her.

With her fantasy of sucking her son's hard cock having come true,
Ellen dedicated herself to enjoying the reality of what she was
doing--and to trying to give Robert the kind of pleasure that he'd
provided her. She was old enough that she'd starting having doubts
about her age and attractiveness, and after witnessing what Carla had
done with Robert's cock in her mouth, Ellen also felt a need to prove
to herself that she was still young and vibrant and sexually
appealing; so she was taking her time and doing her best to get her
son as aroused as she could, determined to make his climax as strong
as possible so he'd remember what SHE'D done to him instead of what
he'd experienced with Carla.

If he'd known it was an issue, Robert would have been more than happy
to assure his mother that she gave infinitely better head than his
sister did; Carla hadn't done anywhere near the things that his mother
was, and the things that they both did felt ever so much better the
way his mother was doing them. Even though it hadn't been so long ago
that he'd cum in his sister's mouth, what his mother was doing to his
hard cock was slowly and steadily moving him toward another climax...
one that would happen sooner than he'd thought it could.

Vic's cock grew steadily in response to the way Carla was stroking it;
but the climax he'd had from his wife's blowjob had been too recent
for him to be able to respond to his daughter's ministrations the way
he would have otherwise. Vic wasn't particularly disappointed, though:
he still had Carla's body under his hands, and was switching off
between sucking on her lovely young breasts and kissing her lips.
Besides, he was more interested in making HER happy, wanting her to
know how much he loved her--he knew she was close to finding the
release that he was trying to give her. A couple of minutes later, and
it happened: he was happily sucking on one of her nipples and slowly
twirling his finger around her sensitive clitoris when he felt that
pearl of flesh disappear under its hood as her body froze in place. He
quickly got his free arm around her to help support her as her slender
body went through a series of powerful spasms; when they were over,
she was unsteady enough that he took her into his arms and held her
until she indicated she was ready to stand on her own again.

Carla's orgasm was the strongest of her young life, not so much
because of what was being done to her, but because of the fact that it
was her Daddy that was doing it. Then when it was over, he'd held her
next to his body... where she could feel his penis pressing against her
belly, seeming to feel hotter against her skin than it had in her
hand. When she'd caught her breath again and gotten a little of her
strength back, she pressed her hands against his chest to let him know
she wanted him to release her. When he did, she looked up into his
face and asked "Daddy? Would... would it be okay now if I made you feel
good, too? Like you did for me?"

Ellen had Robert's balls cupped in one hand and used the other to
slowly stroke the base of his erect penis as she slowly slid her lips
up and down on it. She'd already done almost everything else she could
to him with her mouth, and deliberately stopped her actions a couple
of times when it seemed that he was getting too close to cumming. But
he'd made a couple of noises of frustration, and the last thing she
wanted to do was outright tease him or make him suffer. So she settled
herself into simply pleasuring him, though slowly so that his climax
would be even stronger. It wasn't easy for her to take her time that
way because she was looking forward to having him erupt in her mouth
so she could taste his cum on her tongue; the only way she was able to
maintain her restraint was by continuously reminding herself that the
harder he climaxed, the more of his juice there would be. So she
continued slowly sliding her lips back and forth on his hard cock, her
hand under his balls so she'd have the warning she needed to be able
to take as much of him as she could between her lips right before he
climaxed.

Robert wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell. The way his mother had
used her mouth and lips and tongue on him had made him wonder if he
hadn't died and gone to heaven; but then when he got close to cumming,
she'd stopped long enough for him to fall back from the edge before
resuming her efforts. Even then, the way she was softly sucking on him
while her lips and tongue moved on him felt incredible... but it was so
slow that he wasn't moving toward his release as fast as he wished he
was--and that was what made him wonder if he was in hell. The pleasure
he'd gotten from his mother had been incredible, but now the pressure
building in him (and particularly his cock and balls) threatened to
explode before he could find the relief he was so desperate for. He
had his hands on his mother's head, but couldn't find it in himself to
force her head farther onto his dick or into moving faster, which was
what he knew he'd have to do; and the couple of times that he'd tried
to move himself into the warm cavern of her mouth, she'd simply moved
her head as far and fast as he'd moved his dick. Without realizing he
was doing it, he released a small brief whimper, and a few moments
later he felt his mothers mouth start moving a trifle faster on him.
Though not a lot, it was enough: it wasn't but another minute or so
until he felt himself get ready to finally empty his balls into his
mother's waiting mouth. Just before the first wad of his jism erupted
from him, he felt over half of his hard dick being surrounded by his
mother's mouth, which resulted in him not merely slipping into a
climax, but being thrown into it. It seemed like his cock was spraying
the contents of his balls in one continuous stream, one so powerful
that he was SURE the force of it would force her head back far enough
to push her lips completely off of him. His dick was far enough in her
mouth that he could feel the muscles of her throat against the head as
she repeatedly swallowed the semen erupting from his cock. After the
last spurt of semen had left him and he felt his dick begin to wilt,
he was surprised to feel his mother's lips clench around him before
she pulled her head back, milking whatever was left of his cum out
before his manhood fell from her lips. He was still trying to get his
breath back when she stood up in front of him and took him into her
arms; he enjoyed the feel of her breasts pillowed against his chest,
surrounding the hot, hard points of her nipples. A couple of minutes
later, she eased him away from her body, and he heard her ask "Honey?
Would you like to make your Mom feel good again?"

Vic almost couldn't believe what his daughter had just asked him, but
the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice told him that she
really was sincere about wanting to make him feel good--which he knew
was her way of saying that she wanted to make HIM climax, too. Despite
how she'd managed to get his cock to grow, he was certain that she
wouldn't be able to get him erect; it was that certainty that nothing
would happen, and that she'd eventually give up, that made him answer
"You don't have to do anything like that for me, sweetheart. But if
you want to try, it's okay with me." He expected that she'd start
using her hand on him again, only to be surprised when he saw her
slowly sinking to her knees. He opened his mouth to object, but the
images of what she was about to do came back to him and no sound came
out. Instead, he simply stood there and watched as his virgin daughter
brought her hands up and lifted the swollen mass of his dick up and
took it into her mouth. The sight of her kneeling there was so much
like the image he'd conjured up while his wife was blowing him that he
felt himself start to get harder before she had time to do anything
else.

Her Daddy's penis was a lot bigger than her brother's had been, and
Carla couldn't get as much of it into her mouth as she wanted to. But
it took only a moment for her to decide that if she couldn't do the
things she wanted to to as much of him as she would have liked, she'd
just do more with however much of him she DID have. Sliding her lips
down his shaft until her mouth was filled with his manhood, she
started by using her tongue to gently massage the underside as she
began softly sucking on him. To her delight, it didn't take long for
her efforts to be rewarded with a gradual thickening and hardening of
her Daddy's cock.

Ellen had felt her own delight at her son's ready agreement to
pleasure her again--a delight that had grown even more when he proved
to be MORE than willing to do so orally. It had taken only a few
moments to settle herself into a chair and assume a position almost
identical to the one she'd seen Carla in. Only a few seconds after
that, Robert was seated on the floor in front of her. No encouragement
was needed for him to lean forward and get his head within just a
couple of inches of her womanhood, and she didn't mind that he took a
little time to look at the area between her wide-spread thighs before
moving even closer and slipping his tongue between her slick labia. It
took only a very few minutes for Ellen to decide that her son had done
a fine job of learning how to please a woman with his mouth when he'd
used it on his sister: he used his tongue on her erect clitoris with a
combination of speed and pressure that aroused her tremendously. He
didn't focus his attention just on that area, however; he went on to
use his lips to softly "nibble" on her labia, and lick and probe her
opening with his tongue. Then he took it a step further by reaching up
and taking her breasts in his hands, caressing and gently squeezing
them and toying with her erecting nipples.

Robert almost couldn't believe it when his mother had asked him if he
was willing to help her have another orgasm, and that she wanted him
to use his mouth on her. His enthusiasm for the idea was great enough
that it actually took a couple of seconds for him to get control of
himself enough to answer that he would. Once he was seated in front of
her, he had to see for himself how she was similar to or different
from how Carla's genitals had looked. That close to her, he could see
that his mother's bush was a medium-sized wedge of black that started
just a couple of inches above where he knew her pubic bone was and
quickly faded when it reached the bottom of her mound. His hand had
told him it was soft and thick, and he found that he could see that it
was shorter than he'd expected: her slightly erect clitoris was
visible at the top, and her labia had formed a part in it. Looking
closely, he saw that his mother's inner lips were longer and thicker
than Carla's had been. They were somewhat dark with her desire, and at
the bottom, it was plain as could be that they were already wet and
slippery from her oils--some of which, he noted, had trickled a short
way down the inside of one of her thighs. His face that close to his
mother's crotch, he didn't have any trouble making out the same scent
he'd had on his hand after he'd used his finger in her; he found it
just as appealing then as he had before, and made no effort to resist
the temptation to lean forward and sample it again.

Vic hadn't thought that he'd be able to get hard again so soon after
the blowjob he'd gotten from his wife, but it was looking more and
more like that wasn't the case. Not only was his daughter doing a damn
fine job of giving him head, the sight of his stiffening cock
disappearing into her mouth while it happened was proving to be more
than sufficiently stimulating. He wasn't fully erect yet, but Carla's
efforts were definitely moving him that direction.

Carla didn't know about the male limitation of how soon they could
respond again after having a climax, and wouldn't have cared anyway.
She had her Daddy's dick in her mouth just like she wanted, and was
steadily getting him longer and harder... and that was all she needed to
be happy.

Ellen wasn't in any condition to think about much of anything:
Robert's busy tongue and mouth on her pussy (and what his hands were
doing with her breasts) simply felt too good and were too arousing for
her to have much interest in anything except having him keep going
with what he was doing.

For his part, Robert didn't know how life could get any better. What
pleased him the most was the fact that his cock was starting to get
hard again because of how aroused he was getting just from what he was
doing to his mother. Then, in addition to keeping his hands busy on
her warm mammaries, he could feel his mother's soft bush against his
upper lip after he'd put his whole mouth over her exposed clitoris and
begun a gentle rhythmic suction--something that had her arching her
pelvis up and making almost continuous noises of pleasure. He'd
already lapped up all of the juices that were available, and even
tried to worm his tongue into her woman chamber to see if he could get
more of them that way. He couldn't, but she'd certainly indicated that
she'd appreciated the attempt.

Victor could only stand there, his eyes locked on the sight of his
daughter's head slowly moving back and forth as she slid her lips
along the shaft of his manhood. He was almost fully erect, something
he hadn't considered possible when he'd told Carla that it was okay
with him if she wanted to try to make him "feel good". Her hand was
cupping his balls, and part of the thrill he was feeling was in
response to the way she was so gently and carefully rolling them in
her hand after she'd tenderly explored their size and shape within his
scrotum. Looking past her face, he could see that the peaks of her
breasts were puckered and her nipples standing tall and proud... letting
him know that not only did she enjoy what she was doing, but that she
was excited by it. Returning his gaze to her face, he was still
impressed and amazed at how dedicated she was about pleasuring him:
every so often he could feel the end of his cock touch the back of her
throat, but not once did she give any indication that it bothered her
in the slightest.

Carla was dedicated to pleasing her Daddy--for the simple reason that
she figured if she got him hard and excited, it might be possible for
her to get him to fuck her. She actually enjoyed what she was doing,
not just because having his cock in her mouth aroused her, but because
she loved him and it pleased her to be able to show him her love that
way. As she'd gotten him closer to being completely hard, she'd had to
let some of his manhood slip from between her lips because there was
simply so MUCH of him. But once he was hard enough that she figured
she could start moving her mouth on him, she'd made up for that loss
by sliding her lips far enough down his shaft that she felt him touch
the back of her throat. That hadn't felt comfortable the first few
times it happened, but it was brief enough that she was able to
control her reaction and get used to the sensation. Once she'd done
that, she was able to keep his member there for longer and longer as
she learned how to control her breathing. She didn't know WHY it did,
but she was sure that having the end of his penis touching the back of
her throat aroused HIM... enough so that he began to get even longer and
harder the more she did it.

Ellen felt disappointment when Robert pulled his hands from her
breasts, but it was quickly replaced with joy when she felt him
wetting his finger with her juices, followed by slipping his rigid
digit through her opening. It didn't take but a second for him to come
into contact with that magical spot she found so pleasing, and begin
rubbing and pressing against it once more. She was already incredibly
aroused by the things he'd been doing, and the added stimulation from
what he did with his finger only ratcheted her desire to greater
heights.

Robert had taken his hands off his mother's tits only because his arms
were getting tired, but once he'd lowered them, he quickly got the
idea of using one of them to get her even more worked up than she
already was. Then he got another idea, and used the free hand to
gently open up the cleft of his mother's sex; that left her erect
clitoris fully exposed to his tender mercies.

If it weren't for the fact that his cock felt like a steel bar
sticking out, Vic wouldn't have believed that he could get another
erection as quickly as he had--and silently gave thanks to his daughter
for giving him reason to want it to happen, and providing the
stimulation that made it possible. She'd not only managed to get him
fully erect again, but the way she was using her mouth had him feeling
that there might even be another climax not too far in his future.

Carla was more than a little pleased with herself for having gotten
her Daddy's penis completely erect again. She'd certainly enjoyed
using her mouth on him and feeling him responding to her efforts, and
she'd be ecstatic if she could make him climax in her mouth; she
wanted to taste his cum, and feel him spurting in her mouth because of
what she'd done to make it happen. But even better would be if she
could figure a way to get his penis in her pussy, where she wanted it,
and get him to actually fuck her. As she continued to bob her head on
his erection, she tried to think of how she could get it to happen.

Between what her son was doing with his mouth and tongue on her
clitoris, and the way he was touching and rubbing against the magic
spot in her vagina, Ellen was left in a fog of pleasure and desire.
Unable to put it into think coherently, she could still feel how close
she was to having an orgasm she knew she'd never forget: the pleasure
had built up in her even more than when Robert had used his finger in
her the first time. Having lost all sense of time or anything but the
sensations radiating from her clitoris and vagina, Ellen could only
feel herself edging ever closer to the precipice of an orgasm that she
instinctively knew would overwhelm her--and eagerly looked to it.

From the constant and unintelligible sounds she was making, Robert
knew that his mother was even more aroused than she'd been before;
when he felt her pussy begin tightening around his finger, he also
knew that she was getting close to having an orgasm that would be even
stronger than the previous one. Amazed that he could have that kind of
an effect on her, he redoubled his efforts to arouse and please
her--and got his reward less than a minute later. He heard his mother's
loud cry of release be choked off at the same time her clitoris
disappeared under its cloak of flesh while her pussy clamped down on
his invading finger almost painfully tight. With her clitoris gone and
his hand in the way of any attempt to lick up the juices that were
already leaking out of her, there was nothing for him to do but sit
and wonder at the power of the waves of release that were running
through her. Inside her, his finger was being subjected to a series of
spasms like the ones he'd felt before... except now they were even
stronger, and lasted longer. Once they'd finally faded out, he got
some idea of how powerful and intense his mother's orgasm was by how
long it took before she was able to open her eyes again. Even then, it
was still a little while before her breathing was steady and regular;
and even more time passed before she was able to move again. Sitting
up, he saw her eyes drop to where his cock was standing tall and proud
again; a second later, he heard her say "Robert, honey... if I'm not too
late... I think it's time you stopped being a virgin."

Thanks to his daughter's efforts, Vic had reached the point that
another climax wasn't just a "might" happen, but COULD happen: the
things Carla was doing with her mouth on his dick had moved him past
the point of just having an erection, but beyond--knowing that it
wouldn't happen quickly, he still had the feeling that cumming again
was a possibility, given time and stimulation. That was why he felt
disappointed when he felt his manhood slip free of his daughter's warm
mouth, only to be replaced by her hand. Figuring she needed to get
more comfortable, he responded to the slight pressure she applied to
his hard member as she first moved to sit in a chair then spread her
legs and gently pull him forward so he was standing between them.
After a few nudges, he got the idea that she wanted him to kneel,
which left him wondering what was going on; that was followed by her
gently pulling him forward some more, which he did. Then, to his
infinite surprise, she again draped her legs over the arms of the
chair before levering his manhood down and trapping the end of it by
scooting herself forward slightly so the entrance of her vagina was
wedged against it. When she looked up at him, he heard her say
"Please, Daddy... I need you inside me. Really, it's okay, 'cause I want
you to, and it's my idea." That was when Victor came face-to-face with
the desires he'd long felt toward his daughter--and gave in to them
after only a brief struggle. He responded to what she'd said by
telling her "I'd like that, too, sweetheart" before edging himself
closer to her and getting himself positioned to take her offered
virginity. When he was ready, he looked into her eyes and tenderly
said "I'll make this as easy for you as I can, sweetheart", and heard
the love and trust in her voice when she replied "I know, Daddy."

Although she didn't know half the things she wanted to, and knew she
was relatively inexperienced, Carla wasn't completely ignorant. She'd
heard and read enough to know (in somewhat better than general terms)
what was going to happen. She sincerely hoped otherwise, but was fully
aware that the loss of her virginity might hurt and that her vagina
was going to have to stretch to accept the hard rod that her Daddy had
pressed against the entrance to her womanhood. She was relieved when
she felt him move his penis up and down, knowing that he was using
some of the juice that had escaped her to lubricate his cock and make
it easier for BOTH of them while he got himself inside her. A few
moments later, he began to push himself against her opening and she
did her best to relax and accept the gradual expansion of the entrance
to her vagina. It wasn't easy, but she was determined to let it
happen; with only a few involuntary attempt to resist, she felt him
gradually slipping into her virginal sheath farther and farther. She
was starting to worry that the stretching of her opening was going to
go on forever when she suddenly felt her tight ring get a little
smaller as she felt something incredibly large pressing against her
hymen. It took a moment for her to understand that she had the massive
head of her Daddy's penis inside: the sudden release of tension had
been when she'd slipped past the largest part of him, and the pressure
against her maidenhead was the end of his dick. Even though the head
of his manhood was the softest part of him, she could still feel it
stretching her insides; while it didn't hurt, it wasn't comfortable,
either. But she knew she'd get used to the feeling of him, and willed
herself to relax and accept his presence as best she could. A few
seconds passed before he started to press himself into her again--a
brief reprieve that she was grateful for. As the pressure against her
hymen grew, she went from simply experiencing the increasing pressure
to feeling progressively more discomfort to it actually being painful;
but she managed to keep from crying from the pain, and kept her face
as calm as she could: it was something she'd only have to go through
once, and when it was over, she'd get to feel her Daddy's manhood
filling her the way she needed. Just when she didn't think she'd be
able to stand it any more, she felt her hymen give way with a sudden
sharp pain that was severe enough that she couldn't help crying out
from it. Thankfully, it lasted only a moment and quickly began to
fade, giving way to the feeling of having that much more of her
previously untapped girl chamber being overfilled. She knew there were
tears in her eyes when she opened them and looked into her father's
face. She could see how sorry he was to have caused her pain, and
heard the hurt in his voice as he told her "I'm sorry, honey." Putting
on her best face, she tried to sound as good as she could as she tried
to reassure him by saying "It's okay, Daddy. It wasn't so bad, and it
only lasted a second. Besides, it's over, and we'll never have to
worry about it again. You can go on again whenever you want, now."

Despite (or perhaps because of) the two wonderful, incredible orgasms
she'd had, Ellen still wanted--needed!--to feel a hard cock moving in
her achingly-empty womanhood. When she'd seen Robert's dick was hard
again, she'd been grateful for the chance to have her last desire
fulfilled; after he'd reluctantly admitted that he hadn't had sex yet,
it took her only a few moments to slide out of the chair and assume a
position on her hands and knees; it had always been her favorite
position to be fucked in, and was way she'd lost her own virginity... it
seemed entirely appropriate (and incredibly arousing to her) to get
her son's the same way. He'd known to get behind her, and lever his
erection down; from there, she'd guided him through getting the head
of his penis lubricated with her oils (she could feel how plentiful
the supply was!) and then positioned at her opening with one hand
holding his cock in place while using the other on her hip to steady
himself. When she was sure everything was the way it should be, she
let him know he could start any time he wanted--which turned out to be
almost immediately. She couldn't help gasping at the pleasure of
feeling him sink what felt like nearly half his dick in her with his
first thrust; following her suggestion, he moved back and forth a
little to get her oils better distributed before another push of his
hips let him bury the rest. He wasn't as large as his father, but
there was more than enough of him to fill her needs... and still damn
near enough to fill HER, for that matter.

Robert was grateful for the climaxes he'd already had, for other than
the most obvious reasons. He'd already learned that it took him longer
to cum again if he'd already climaxed recently; after having cum with
his sister and then his mother, he knew that a third climax was going
to take a while. It also meant that he could be sure that the
incredible feeling of having his cock buried in his mother's snatch
wasn't going to have him blowing his load too soon--something he'd been
afraid would happen, after hearing some other guys talking about their
first time. Instead, he was able to treasure his first ever genuine
fuck: how hot and wet his mother's pussy was, the feeling of having
his pelvis pressed tight against hers, the feel of her smooth ass
pressing against his lower belly, and all the rest of it. He knew that
his dick wasn't anywhere near as big as his dad's, and idly wondered
how or why his mother's pussy felt so snug around him. Whatever the
reason was, he didn't mind... and certainly wasn't going to complain!
After getting both hands on his mother's hips, he began to ease his
hips back, marveling at the feeling of his hard cock moving inside his
mother's vagina as he started into his first-ever fuck.

When it had come time to get past his daughter's maidenhead, Victor
had felt both regret at the pain her knew he would likely cause and a
thrill at the idea that he WAS getting her virginity--and the feeling
he got from being her first lover FAR outweighed his feelings as her
father. Still, he'd been as patient and gentle as could be, and really
did feel sorry about the pain she'd felt. But as she'd pointed out, it
was a one-time thing; once that impediment was out of the way, he
proceeded to carefully fit himself into her in a series of small
advances that gave her time to get used to his increasing presence
before he made any attempt to proceed. Still her parent, he didn't
want to cause her any more pain or difficulty than absolutely
necessary, so he was meticulous about making sure the two of them
stayed well lubricated along the way. From the expression on her face,
he knew that BOTH of them were pleased when a final push of his hips
ended with her tight opening clenched around the base of his dick
while the head of it rested against the deepest part of her... his was
the first dick she'd ever take, and he filled her completely.

Once the pain of her deflowering had faded, Carla was relieved to
learn that getting the rest of her father's massive cock inside was
relatively easy. About the time that she'd start feeling too
uncomfortable from his advances, he's stop for a little bit and let
her adjust to it. She quickly learned that the more she could accept
what was happening, the easier it was to get comfortable with his
presence. That he was so careful to make sure that he stayed wet with
her juices helped considerably. So when she finally felt his pelvis
resting against hers, she knew that she had all of him buried inside
her--and the feeling of being so thoroughly filled was better than
she'd dreamed it could be. Still, she was glad that he held still
inside her for a little bit, giving her the little bit of time she
needed to get truly comfortable with having something so incredibly
large stuffed inside her fourteen-year-old womanhood.

The hard dick steadily pistoning in and out of her pussy felt better
than wonderful to Ellen; that it was connected to her own son didn't
matter to her in the slightest. All she cared about just then was that
it was plenty big enough to make her feel good, and that it continue
to move in her, giving her the pleasure and relief that she needed so
desperately. Being fucked again after so long, the stimulation Ellen
was getting seemed to settle into her deeper and feel more satisfying,
somehow; and her pleasure began to build inside her once more.

In addition to getting to experience getting laid for the first time,
Robert was discovering a number of other things, as well. He kept
leaning forward so he could cup his mother's tits in his hands,
aroused by the feeling of her erect nipples dragging across his palms
as her breasts swayed in time with his thrusts; or he'd actually hold
her tits in his hands and enjoy the way their weight would shift as he
moved in her. He'd chanced a look down, only to be fascinated by the
sight of his mother's labia being pulled out slightly when he slid his
dick out of her, only for them to disappear again when he pushed
himself back in. She was wet enough that her escaping juices had
flowed down and completely saturated her pussy hair in addition to
soaking his own... resulting in their rapid breathing being accentuated
by a distinctly liquid sound when his pelvis met hers. But no matter
what he saw or felt or heard, Robert continued to cycle his hard cock
in and out of his mother's pussy.

Vic's first movements in his daughter were done slowly, so there would
be plenty of time and opportunity for her to let him know if she was
having any difficulty with what he was doing. He gradually increased
the speed of his actions, always ready to back off if Carla indicated
anything was wrong--but she never did, leaving him free to eventually
begin fucking her in earnest. Not that he was actually moving in her
the way he would his wife: she was too young and physically too small
for anything like that. But he could still fuck her with enough speed
and force to please both of them, if the sounds of pleasure he could
hear from her were any indication.

When her father had begun sliding his dick out of her, Carla hadn't
been entirely comfortable about it. But it hadn't hurt, and when he'd
pushed himself back in again, it had actually felt kind of nice. He
went through the process several more times, each a little faster;
each time, her oils got spread around better, making it a little more
comfortable for her and letting her enjoy it that much more. By the
time he was steadily cycling his hard cock in and out of her, Carla
was finding the movement of it in her pussy to be quite pleasurable. A
few minutes more, and she was past simply liking it and well into
getting progressively more aroused from feeling her father's manhood
filling and emptying her by turns.

The steady, continuous motion of the cock sliding back and forth
between her vaginal lips was proving to be more stimulating than Ellen
could have imagined it would. What had seemed like a slightly
too-rapid movement at first now seemed to be entirely too slow as her
desire and arousal grew higher and the pleasure she felt built even
faster. It was an almost agonizing process, but the regular motion of
the shaft plunging in and out of her brought her to the brink, holding
her there for what seemed like an eternity before she slipped over the
edge.

Robert was having a dandy time enjoying the feel of his dick sliding
in and out of his mother's hot pussy when he felt her vagina tighten
around him a couple of times. After he'd arched his hips back and
forth a few more times, he was surprised to feel her clamp down on him
again--after all, it wasn't like he was doing anything to that special
place in her, or anything! But whatever the cause was, he had no doubt
whatsoever that she was having an orgasm and stopped what he was
doing, since he could feel her internal muscles clenching along the
length of his cock. The feeling of her pussy doing that had felt
pretty neat when it had happened to his finger, but experiencing it
with his penis was something else again! Once more, he was glad that
he'd cum twice already; otherwise the way his mother's pussy was
trying to milk his dick would have had him spraying her insides with
his jism in nothing flat. Instead, he was able to simply enjoy the
incredible feeling of it, knowing that he'd stay hard and could start
fucking her again any time he wanted.

Even though his young daughter was plainly comfortable with having his
man-sized dick fucking in and out of her, Vic was still surprised and
pleased with how tight she felt around him... along with how hot and wet
she was inside. With her legs wrapped around him, it was even easier
for him to repeatedly plunge his hard cock into her. It was awkward
and difficult, but he managed to bend himself enough to take the dark
ends of her developing breasts into his mouth and suck on them while
he continued to piston himself back and forth through her opening. As
he nursed at her small mammaries, he heard Carla's sounds of pleasure
and arousal as she got even wetter around him.

Without realizing she was doing it, Carla raised her legs and wrapped
them around her Daddy's waist, locking her ankles together and
completely opening herself to his penetrations. The way he was sucking
on her hard nipples added to the pleasure she was getting from having
his hard manhood moving so wonderfully inside her pussy, after it had
felt so achingly empty so many times. It felt so nice when she felt
him filling her up each time that she started lifting her hips in
response to his thrusts, so she could enjoy the sensation of being so
thoroughly filled that much sooner.

Ellen's orgasm hadn't been as powerful or intense as the previous two,
but it had felt somehow deeper and more satisfying. Her head was
hanging down as she tried to get her breath back when she felt Robert
start moving again; the feeling of his stiff dick moving in her left
her amazed--and threw gasoline on the dwindling fires of her desire. It
didn't take but a few strokes of his cock in her before she was once
again feeling her lust and pleasure building.

Robert didn't figure his mother would mind having him fucking her
again; what he didn't expect was to hear her impassioned "Oh, god,
yes!" That was all he needed to hear to increase his efforts, trying
to please her yet again.

Vic wasn't able to keep himself hunched over Carla and suck on her
small breasts as long as he wanted to, but she didn't seem to mind all
that much. He was finding out that he wasn't as old as he'd thought he
was: the feeling he was getting from fucking his fourteen-year-old
daughter's tight, wet pussy was resulting in his being able to start
moving toward having another climax--something he wouldn't have thought
possible after cumming so hard from the blowjob his wife had given
him. Better still, the relief he'd gotten from it was making it
possible for him to enjoy the sensation of Carla's young twat even
longer than he knew he would have if he hadn't cum already... another
reason he was appreciative of his wife's actions.

Carla was so enamored with the feeling of her father's penis sliding
in and out of her that it became the only thing she was aware of,
other than her own rising tide of pleasure and arousal. Each time he
filled her with his hard cock it just felt that much better and added
that much more to the pressure she could feel building inside.

The speed and easiness with which she reached her previous level of
excitement left Ellen both surprised and pleased; Robert had quickly
resumed the pace he'd been fucking her at, and then went on to start
thrusting himself into her even harder than he had before. He'd also
changed the angle he was fucking her at, causing a slight pressure
against her clitoris with each thrust and adding to her pleasure even
more.

When he'd started fucking his mother again, Robert had discovered that
the feeling of her pussy around his dick while she'd orgasmed had
affected him, after all: the head of his cock had gotten a little more
sensitive than it had been, letting him get more pleasure from their
act of coitus. Concerned that he might climax before she did, he tried
experimenting to see if there was anything he could do that she' liked
better. After a little trial and error, he found that there were two
things that seemed to work the best: thrusting himself into her
harder, and fucking himself into her a little differently. He had no
idea why they worked, but all that really mattered was that the did...
and he used them with a will.

Vic didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, or not, but Carla's
pussy had started tightening around him each time he started to slide
himself out of her... as though she (or it) was trying to hold him
inside. The problem he had was that not only was it something he'd
never experienced before, but it dramatically increased the pleasure
he got from moving in her. Increased it so much, in fact, that his
arousal had increased to the point that he was actually having a
difficult time NOT cumming in her--quite a change from when she'd first
proposed doing something to make HIM "feel good"!

Carla didn't even know that her vagina was tightening around her
father's penis; she just knew how good it felt to have him IN her, and
not as nice when she felt him pulling himself out.

With the added stimulation she was getting from the changes in how her
son was fucking her, it didn't take anywhere near as long for Ellen to
once again find herself unaware of anything but the hard cock sliding
in and out of her, and how good it felt.

Robert found that the way he was fucking his mother felt better to
HIM, too, and was easily moving him toward cumming again.

Above his daughter, Vic finally lost the battle he'd been waging
against having another climax. With a deep groan, he pushed himself as
far into Carla's young pussy as he could before feeling his cock erupt
with an intensity he hadn't experienced for years.

Carla had been SO close to her own orgasm that she was momentarily
baffled by the sudden feeling of something warm deep inside. But her
father so completely filled her that she could faintly feel his penis
tense as she felt it happen again. Understanding that her Daddy was
cumming in her was all it took to trigger the orgasm she'd wanted, and
she heard herself start to cry out from the pleasure of it.

The almost indescribable pleasure Ellen was getting from being fucked
again was proving to be too much coming too soon after her last
orgasm; before she could get enough control of herself to say or do
something to get her son to let up on her a little bit, she lost
herself in another orgasm.

Behind his mother, Robert knew when she started to climax again, and
stopped his own activities. His relief at being able to stop was
short-lived when he felt his mother's vagina start the
rippling-clenching around him again; the pleasure of it was too much
for him, and he couldn't stop himself from trying to stuff himself
into her even farther as he began to spray her insides with his cum.

Victor had been afraid he'd done something to hurt Carla when she
started to scream, but it was suddenly cut off with the feeling of her
already-tight pussy clenching around him; the incredible pleasure he
felt from it was enough to make the rest of his climax nearly as good
as when he'd started emptying himself into his daughter. Even after he
felt the last tremulous spurt of cum leave his dick, she was still
intermittently tightening around him as her own release began to taper
off. Wanting to enjoy the experience of being with her for as long as
possible, he held himself over her and kept his slowly softening cock
in her as he waited for her to recover from her orgasm.

Carla was in total bliss as she felt the spasms coursing through her
body gradually fade. The orgasm she'd just had was by far the best and
most intense she'd ever experienced; coming out of it, she could feel
her Daddy still over her, and even though it didn't feel the same, she
could easily tell that his penis was still in her, too. Opening her
eyes, she saw that he was looking at her, and there was no mistaking
the love and affection she saw in his eyes. He was still panting
slightly from all he'd done to make her feel so good, and her own
breath was short as well as she lovingly told him "Oh, Daddy! That was
wonderful!" as she reached up to pull him into a hug.

Feeling her son squirting his semen into her didn't do anything to add
to Ellen's release--because it couldn't. Having come so soon after the
previous one, her orgasm was easily as strong as any she'd ever
experienced; better, even, than the one she'd had as a result of
Robert's manipulations of her Magic Spot. When the waves of pleasure
running through her had faded, it was all she could do to slow the
movement of her head and shoulders on their way to the floor.

Robert had finished emptying his balls into his mother just a few
seconds ahead of watching the slow-motion collapse of her upper body
onto the floor. Concerned about her, he pulled his barely-softened
cock out of her, and saw her body shudder slightly. Quickly moving to
her side, he saw that her eyes were open and that she seemed to
recognize that he was there. Figuring that she was just tired from
everything they'd done together, he put a hand on the hip opposite
where he was and used it to carefully guide her over and down onto her
side. Wanting her to know how much he appreciated everything they'd
done together, he moved to lay behind her; his wet, sticky dick seemed
to just naturally rest against the crack of her ass before he put his
arm around her.

Looking down at his daughter after she'd told him how much she'd
enjoyed being fucked by him, Victor felt his love for her grow even
stronger before he told her "I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart. I made
me feel real good, too!", only to hear her hesitantly ask "Does... does
that mean we can do it again? Not right now, I mean, but some other
time?" As much as HE had enjoyed fucking her, he started to feel
guilty about what they'd done, and could only answer "We'll see."

Hearing his answer, Carla knew that he didn't think he should be with
her again; but couldn't understand why: they'd already been together,
so why couldn't they do it again? Anyway, the way he'd made her feel,
she was determined that she'd feel her Daddy's hard cock in her again...
and again... and as many times as she could make it happen.

It was Carla that brought an end to everyone's recovery when she
happened to glance over and realized that the three men that had been
in their house were gone, and loudly announced that fact.

Victor had carefully extracted his dick from Carla's pussy, and stood
up ahead of the others making their way to their feet, too. All four
of them looked at each other in embarrassment: Ellen and Carla were
both starting to leak semen down their legs, while Vic and Robert were
both standing there with wet and sticky penises; neither pair had the
slightest doubt that the other had been involved in much the same
things THEY had. It took only a gesture from Vic to get all of them
moving--the kids to their respective bedrooms, Ellen to a bathroom, and
Vic to his and Ellen's bedroom. Although all four had enjoyed the hell
out of what they'd done, all of them were also embarrassed by it... and
worried about what would happen.

None of them suspected that it would be less than a year before both
of the men would be regularly fucking both of the women, and how happy
all of them would be as a result.

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