Mark Jacobs

The horniest family

CHAPTER ONE

"The arc of the apex angle of an isosceles triangle is equal to one hundred eighty degrees minus the sum…"

It was all a crock of shit as far as Doug Anderson was concerned. He looked down at the rip-roaring hard-on the chick sitting directly across the aisle had raised on him. His hard cock throbbed violently between his legs, straining against the material of his tight Levi's until he thought his tipper might tear open.

Concentrating on geometry with a hot bitch, like that blonde within eyeshot was out of the question. Old man Wentzler could take his geometry bullshit and shove it all the way up his fat ass as far as Doug cared. The only triangle that occupied his horny mind at the moment was the one of curly hair that grew around the chick's cunt.

It wasn't the first time this particular blonde had raised a zipper-ripper on him in class. In fact it was becoming a daily occurrence, not that Doug had any objections to a little sexual arousal. His dick could stay as stiff as a board all day and all night, just as long as he had a nice warm pussy to sink it into whenever he felt the urge.

It didn't bother him a bit that a pretty girl was turning him on right there in the middle of class.

He wasn't the type to be embarrassed by a stiff dick, even if the whole clan saw it. What did bother him was the fact that the hot bitch responsible for his throbbing dick and aching balls was Chastity Anderson, Doug's own sister.

It wasn't that Doug saw anything morally wrong with having the hots for his sister. How could he help it? She was the sexiest fox at Alton High and everyone knew it, especially Chastity herself. She could raise a boner on a jellyfish. Doug was no jellyfish. Still, Doug found it a bit awkward to have such ball-busting desires for his own sister. Sometimes he wished Chastity had been born ugly.

Ugly she was not. She was the town's prize piece of ass. Prom the stories floating around town, it could be surmised that half the guys in the senior class had fucked Chastity and the other half wanted to in the worst possible way. Doug knew, of course, that most of the stories were stories and nothing more. He also knew from Chastity's own confessions that she got more than her share of cock. At the moment Doug couldn't help wanting to treat her to a healthy share of his own throbbing prick.

He glanced across the aisle at her. She was up to her usual tricks. She was sitting innocently enough with her long legs crossed, trying, from outward appearances at least, to understand isosceles triangles. Doug knew her well enough to know that her busy mind was on something other than geometry. He noticed soon enough that she was directing her attentions at Rick Davisson, whose cock appeared to be swelling as much as Doug's was.

It amazed Doug sometimes that Chastity always managed to turn on the object of her affections without even looking in his direction. Even in a posture of feigned innocence she radiated hot sex. Doug was only catching the fallout from her attack on his buddy Rick. He almost felt sorry for the guy who was falling under the full thrust of her attack. He fully expected to see Rick at the house that night, wanting to take Chastity out and fuck her royally. Just thinking about it made Doug's rod jerk harder in his pants.

Doug saw her cast a seductive sidelong glance in Rick's direction for the first time. Although Doug couldn't see her eyes at the moment, he guessed that she was sizing up Rick's hard-on and determining the effectiveness of her sexual onslaught. She must have been satisfied with her work, Doug surmised, because she really started pouring it on.

With a subtle yet deliberate movement she reached down and gently stroked her knee, which was already shamelessly overexposed beneath her hot-pink miniskirt. Slowly, seductively, she raised her skirt ever so slightly, exposing even more of her long, honey-tanned leg. She wriggled her ass in her seat just a bit, turning slightly toward Rick, barely acknowledging the boy's presence and the obvious sexual excitement building at his crotch. With a smile on her lovely face she sat there, her delicate hand resting on her leg, bouncing her foot lightly and watching her stud's reaction. Doug knew that Rick could now see all the way to her cunt.

It was the subtlety of Chastity's movements that Doug found so irresistible. Any loose slut, even an old whore, could fasten onto a guy mid turn him on merely by being lascivious. Chastity somehow went above and beyond simple lasciviousness. She had a mysterious way of maintaining her dignity while reducing a victim to slavery.

Chastity had developed a reputation for being loose but not cheap. It was well-known around town that she loved sex and would ball with almost any guy who met her standards. But if she were not well-treated before, during, and alter a screw, she would drop her chosen fucker like a hot potato. Everyone had to admire Chastity for her intelligence, too. There was nothing of the dumb blonde in Chastity Anderson, except when she played the part. She had the highest IQ in the school and was one class ahead of everyone else her age. Doug was hardly in her class intellectually, and he always had the strange feeling that she knew more about him than he did.

It wasn't her intelligence that Doug was thinking about at the moment. He watched her huge, perfectly formed tits rising and falling almost imperceptibly as she breathed. His captive eyes followed the curve of her boobs outlined by the tight material of her soft pink sweater. His mind flashed with images of her bared tits. Chastity was not particularly modest around the house. He had seen her naked countless times. Memories of those times haunted him as they flashed before his mind's eye.

The fullness of her beautiful ass was obvious beneath the clinging material of her miniskirt. He couldn't help wanting to run his hands along the curve of her thigh and probe between her soft, warm legs, until he found her hot cunt. The more he thought about the times he had seen her stark naked, the more he wanted to strip her right there in the middle of class. The more he drank in her perfection, the more he wanted her.

Doug was very close to his younger sister. In fact, with the possible exception of his older brother Mick, who was off in California living in a commune, he felt closer to Chastity than to anyone else, including his parents and even the chicks he fucked regularly.

Doug really didn't know what was at the bottom of the sex feeling he had for his sister, but there was no denying them. As children, he and Chastity had shared all their childhood secrets. As they had grown up and matured sexually, their secrets had gradually become more and more sexually oriented. They thought nothing of sharing accounts of their fucking and sucking experiences. They held nothing back, not even the most intimate details. Of course Doug shared stories with Mick, too, but most of what passed between brother and sister remained strictly between the two of them.

Whenever Doug heard a good story about Chastity from one of the guys at school, he couldn't rest until he had heard the story from her own lips. Surprisingly enough, the bragging of the local high-school packers turned out to be the truth or something close to it. Chastity was not afraid to use her voluptuous body unashamedly for her own sexual gratification, and Doug respected her for her free spirit just as she respected him for his.

Close though they were, their interest in each other had remained, until recently, on the level of simple conversation about their sex lives. In the past few months, however, Doug had begun to notice a definite change in their relationship.

Lately their heart-to-heart talks about fucking had begun to turn Doug on as never before. He couldn't help getting the impression that Chastity, too, was feeling something between her legs when they talked about fucking their mutual friends.

Their mutual attraction had grown too strong to deny and almost too strong to resist. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he couldn't quite bring himself to take steps that might lead to putting the prick to his own sister, even though he knew that she was open to the idea herself. Even for a young stud as oversexed and open-minded as Doug, it was difficult to seriously consider starting something with his own sister.

Doug had watched the situation developing for some time now and realized that he would have to let time and chance decide how far to go with his desires. Perhaps he had already gone too far, at Chastity's urging. It had happened the year before. It haunted him still. He couldn't help remembering the day last summer when he and Chastity had almost passed beyond the boundaries of a brother-sister relationship. Whenever he was gripped by uncontrollable fuck-feelings for her, he drifted back in his mind to that lazy weekend at Silver Lake when they had almost taken – and perhaps had taken – the fateful step.

It was the weekend of Chastity's seventeenth birthday. As usual, the Anderson, were spending the special weekend at their place at Silver Lake. Her birthday, falling as it did in the middle of July, always afforded an excellent opportunity for the family to get away from Alton and enjoy some swimming, fishing and hiking at the isolated lake.

Isolated it was. Last in the heavily wooded hills of southern Indiana, the lake was like a world apart and unaffected by civilization. The fact that Rena and Bill Anderson had managed to buy up most of the property surrounding the lake helped protect their privacy. There were only two other houses on the lake, and these were on the side opposite the Anderson cottage.

The cottage itself was really a greatly remodeled barn with the loft retained and converted into bedrooms. The loft was something like a balcony with a rustic wooden railing from which one could look down onto a large but cozy living room. Bill Anderson and his two sons had done all the carpentry work on the place, and Rena and the two girls had done the decorating. The cottage was easily large enough to accommodate several guests comfortably since there were six small bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs. Usually when the family went on these short vacations, they took some friends along. On this particular occasion, however, they were by themselves.

Doug couldn't help but feel the atmosphere of tension that fiat morning. It seemed that Chastity was behaving in a way calculated to flaunt her considerable womanly charms. Her charms were practically unavoidable, no matter how she behaved. Her act at the lake we too much for Doug and Mick to take.

Doug thought it possible that the magic of her seventeenth birthday might have gone to her head. At seventeen, she was at the height of her sexuality and couldn't help feeling it. Doug had felt the same when he had turned seventeen the year before. Fortunately, he had had Marcy Palmer on whom to work off his heightened sense of virility. Poor Chastity was in the woods all by herself with no boys except her brothers.

Everyone got up early that bright Saturday morning and started digging into a hearty breakfast, everyone except Chastity. When she finally did put in an appearance, it was a real show-stopper. She appeared leaning over the railing of the loft, wearing only a wispy negligee and a big smile. Her huge upthrust tits were clearly visible beneath the transparent negligee, as was the light shadow of cunt hair between her legs. She merely stood there looking down, until she was noticed by her mother.

Rena Anderson was accustomed to seeing her children in various states of undress. Nudity was not considered shameful in the Anderson family, as long as there was no lewd intent in the display. Rena was not much bothered by her young and lovely daughter's display.

Mrs. Anderson pointed her out to the rest of the family who immediately joined together in singing "Happy Birthday" to her. She laughed delightedly and took a few bows after the singing had stopped. Then she flew down the stairs, her arms raised and held out at her sides. Doug thought she looked like a sexy angel gliding down the stairs.

Chastity's full firm tits bounced with each step down the stairs. Her long golden hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders, framing her nearly exposed boobs like some unbelievably perfect painting come vibrantly to life. It was pretty obvious to Doug that it would be impassible to sit through breakfast without getting hard and horny over her.

Doug caught a knowing glance, from Mick that told him his brother was going to have the same problem keeping his dick down. They both wished their sister had had the decency to put something more substantial on before coming downstairs, not because there was anything wrong with her near-nudity, but became her young brothers had no defense against her charms.

Sitting there and staring at the soft warm knockers that Chastity presented that morning would be too much for any normal kid to resist, Doug knew, brother or not. Of course it hadn't occurred to Doug that he was sitting there wearing nothing but his underpants or that Mick was wearing only his pajama bottoms. It hadn't occurred to Doug that the sight of his own nearly naked body might turn Chastity on as much as hen did him.

Doug was soon forced to realized just how naked and defenseless he really was. Smiling, Chastity sat down next to him and put her warm hand on his bare leg. The touch lasted only a second or two, but the effect was powerful. It was like an electric shock to him. He almost jumped out of his chair. He hoped no one had noticed his reaction.

"Good morning, everybody! Like my birthday suit?" Chastity asked, addressing the whole family but looking straight into Doug's wide-open eyes.

"It certainly is you!" Rena laughed.

Rena's comment elicited a giggle from everyone. Doug welcomed the break in what for him was an unbearable tension.

Doug didn't know quite what was going on or why. It bothered him considerably, physically at least. It was a losing battle to keep his sensitive dick from stiffening. Chastity sat there with her warm, glowing body turned toward him just enough to give him a clear view of her full young boobs. Her defenseless brother tried desperately to concentrate on something else.

Chastity sat there with the filmy negligee gathered between her legs and pressed against her pussy. The warm, natural fragrance of her cunt wafted past Doug's nostrils. He couldn't resist her, couldn't help looking down at her crotch occasionally in an almost unconscious effort to catch a glimpse of her barely concealed pussy.

Doug looked over across the table at poor Mick, who was trying valiantly not to stare at her knockers. Even his dad seemed to be keeping his eyes on his pancakes a bit too consciously. His mother had a peculiar half-smile on her lovely, patient face. It occurred to him that she might have an idea of what the boys were going through.

"Are we all going down to the beach for a nice morning swim?" Rena asked, obviously trying to break the apparent tension.

"Sounds great, Mom," Doug replied.

"Yeah!" Mick added. "It's gettin' kinda hot in here already this mornin'!"

"Oh? I don't know about that," Chastity said, looking into Doug's eyes, "I like it hot sometimes."

"That's rather obvious this morning, Chastity," Rena said under her breath while rising from the table. "Will you help clear all this away, Dawn?"

Doug wanted desperately to get his pants on. His cock had gotten just hard enough under Chastity's influence to embarrass him if he had to get up from the table. His mother reached over his shoulder from behind to pick up his dishes. He hoped she hadn't noticed his stiff cock sticking up and making a tent in his underpants. If she did notice it, she made no sign to indicate it, unless the way she rested her hand on Doug's shoulder was a kind of sign. He felt relieved at any rate. His relief was short-lived, however. In removing the dishes, bin mother dropped a fork between his legs. No sooner had it clattered to the floor than Chastity had bent down and reached between his legs to lick it up. He pushed his chair back like a shot and sat bolt upright in his chair to avoid her accidental touch. Her arm brushed against his leg, but he was able to move quickly enough to save himself the embarrassment of having his sister feel his hard dick, a hard dick she herself had caused.

Doug decided then and there to have a talk with her as soon as possible and find out just what she was up to. He knew she was well-aware of the effect she we having on him. He also knew that deep down inside he wanted her as he had never wanted anything or anyone else in his life. Still, he felt he had to do something before things got out of hand, if they hadn't already. It sure was a strange day, Doug thought.

As soon as the dishes had been cleared away and Rena and the girls had left the roam, Doug and Mick jumped up and almost ran into the room they shared. Bill Anderson remained at the table reading his newspaper.

"Don't trip over each other," their father said, still looking at his paper.

The bays got the impression from the tone of their dad a voice that he knew what an embarrassing state they were both in. More relaxed in the relative security of their room, they changed into their trunks and discussed the situation developing with their luscious sister.

"What the hell's that sister of ours trying to do to us anyway, Doug? I know she's a hot chick and all that, but shit, man!" Mick said, shaking his shaggy head in disbelief.

"Don't know what she's doin', brother! We gotta put a fuckin' stop to it, though!" Doug replied, stepping into his swim trunks.

"If she don't turn it off real quick, I'm gonna have to find me a nice quiet corner somewhere and jack off. My own sister raisin' a hard-on on me! Fuck it! It's too much, man!" Mick said, throwing a towel over his shoulder and patting his still-swollen crotch for emphasis.

"I know what you mean! It's bad all right! I'm gonna have a talk with her. We communicate pretty good most of the time," Doug said thoughtfully.

Doug was having a hard time pulling his tight trunks up over his dick, which stuck out like a derrick.

"Good thing I'm headin' for L.A. next week, man! Can't stand much more teasin' from sister. I'm gonna get me some of them hippie chicks, man! I'm gonna leave you to take care of Chastity. Maybe you can cool her down some," Mick said, scratching his crotch and grinning from ear to ear.

"L.A. sounds good, Mick. Wish I could go with you," Doug said.

"You can! Just say the word and we both head out hitchin'!" Mick replied.

"Nah. I… I guess I'd better stay around here for a while," Doug said, thinking about Chastity and the mysterious effect she was having on him.

"Up to you, Doug," Mick said, slapping his brother on the back. "Say, man, did you notice how Dad was tryin' so hard to look cool this mornin'?"

"Sure did… Guess Chastity's gettin' to him, too. Kinda ward…" Doug mused.

"Well, bell, better go down there and take that swim. Maybe that'll cool off this whacks family of ours," Mick said, shaking his bead and closing the bedroom door behind him.

Doug stayed in his room for a while, looking down at his too-obvious hard-on. He couldn't bide a rod like that and he knew it. He would have to make the best of a difficult situation and hope that his parents and Dawn didn't notice the huge cock bulge between his legs. When he finally got up enough courage to leave the room, he did so quickly, striding into the living room to meet the rest of the family, throwing caution to the winds.

He found that the rest of the family had already left for the beach, all except Chastity, that is. She appeared at the top of the stairs again. She wasn't wearing much more than she had been wearing earlier that morning. In fact, she looked more naked in her skimpy yellow bikini than she had in her negligee. If she wore the bikini to hide her tits, ass and cunt, she had chosen the wrong garment. The top amounted to little more than a wide strip of thin yellow ribbon stretched over her tits. The ribbon, which was stretched almost to the breaking point, was just wide enough at the sides to hold her beautiful set of jugs in place. It narrowed considerably in front where it was supposed to cover her nipples, allowing the edges of her light-brown areolas to show. The bottom of her bikini was not much more substantial. It looked to Doug as if it would dissolve in the water as soon as it got wet.

Chastity raised her arms over her head and pirouetted a few times, modeling the flimsy garment for her horny brother. He couldn't help admiring her for her courage, as well as desiring her for her crotch-grabbing sexiness. As she turned on her toes, the firm flesh of her partly exposed butt quivered temptingly. Doug couldn't help wanting to run to her and reach out to cup her wantonly exposed boobs in his strong hands. He couldn't help wanting to hug her in a tight love-grip and slip his hand into her bikini bottom to feel her soft warm silken ass.

As he watched her, he felt his resistance melting away. Obviously pleased by his rapt attention, she stopped turning on her toes and raised one leg, crooking it playfully in the manner of an old-fashioned pin-up model. Doug's eyes fell between her legs, riveted to the slight swelling of her barely covered cunt mound. His eyes tore the cloth away and feasted on the imagined snatch beneath.

"Like my new bikini, Dougie?" she breathed seductively.

Doug couldn't say a word in reply. He became painfully conscious of the hard swelling of his excited prick. He realized now that she had to have caught an eyeful of his cock. He suddenly decided to shuck the whole thing and let his hot-used sister have her fun. She was too much for him.

"Okay, you win," Doug sighed, putting his hands on his hips and standing before her with his cock bulging in his trunks.

"I win? Is that the prize, big brother?" she giggled, pointing to his jerking cock.

"You wouldn't know what to do with it ill gave it to you," Doug teased, knowing better.

"Don't be so sure Dougie," she retorted. "I've won contests like this before."

With that she ran the rest of the way down the stairs and breezed by her horny brother, kissing him lightly on the cheek as she passed through the door.

Doug stood by himself for a minute or two, thinking the situation over, or attempting to think it over. He realized soon enough that there was nothing to think about at all, at least nothing that he was capable of thinking about now. He was beyond thinking.

Standing in the doorway, Doug saw Chastity off at some distance, half-running down the winding path to the beach. Even at that distance her ass looked beautiful in the morning light.

Doug took a deep breath, stretching his muscles as he drank in the perfumed morning air. He felt strong, virile, and very much alive. There was something strangely invigorating about the air on that particular morning. It seemed that something was stirring inside him, struggling to be released. The natural elements seemed to be working together to arouse feelings for his sister that were new to him, new and strange. He started walking after her but soon broke into a run.

Chastity either sensed that he was running after her or heard his footfalls in the grass. She suddenly increased her pace. When she reached the foot of the high bill overlooking the lake, she broke from the path and headed toward a grove of trees. Doug half expected her to head for that grove since she had told him that it was a favorite retreat of hers.

A gentle breeze canted the sound of her intoxicating laughter to Doug's ears as she disappeared into the heavy grove of poplars. Following her into the grove, it occurred to him that he had never been there with her before. He was struck, even in his excited state, by the sense of peace that pervaded the grove. He was struck even harder when he caught sight of Chastity again.

There she stood in all her wildly exciting sexiness, leaning against a young poplar tree, breathing heavily after her long run. Her boobs were heaving with each breath. Her golden hair was wind-blown and her gentle, lightly tanned cheeks were barely glistening with the hint of perspiration. She appeared to him as the perfect vision of a sex-crazed sex-goddess.

The boy could control himself no longer. He stood feasting his eyes on her. His throbbing rod and lust-drunk brain controlled his every action from that moment. He forgot his relationship with his sister in the eyes of society and abandoned himself to the urgency of his passion. He sensed that Chastity was ready for anything that might happen between them.

He walked toward her with a mad grin on his handsome face and a hot hard-on jerking between his legs. She advanced to meet him, her breathing slower now, her mysterious green eyes lighting up with a strange inner glow, as if they reflected the fires of the lust burning deep within her. They both stopped a foot or so apart and looked deep into each other's eyes.

Doug reached out and touched Chastity's soft, smooth, unblemished cheek, his fingers trembling slightly. Then his hand moved slowly downward, down her neck to rest on her delicate shoulder. He looked deep into her eyes while he felt the satin smoothness of her skin. Nowhere in her eyes was there a warning to stop his explorations.

Doug thought his heart might stop when he finally brought himself to move his eager yet nervous hand from his sister's shoulder to her tit.

He had felt the offered tits of more girls than most young men and was known around town as an experienced fucker. Yet this first exploration of his daughter's body seemed more exciting than the first time he had held a boob in his hand.

The unavoidable sense of taboo in what he was doing seemed only to increase his horniness and excitement. He knew tat Chastity felt the same. He reached out with his other hand and cradled her other warm jug. Kneading the tit flesh in his hands, he managed ever so slowly to slip his fingers under the ribbon-like bikini top that covered her knockers. With little difficulty he slipped the ribbon over her hardening nipples, exposing them completely to his gaze. Her big boobs suddenly exploded out of her garment, more than filling Doug's large hands with tingling feminine flesh. Chastity trembled from head to toe, more in excitement than in fear. Doug heard the sharp intake of her breath when she felt his hands on her risked tits.

Doug bent down and touched his lips to one of her erect nipples, not in a full kiss but in a lip caress. He looked up into her eyes again to see if she fully accepted what he was doing to her. He saw that she had no objections. Feeling reassured, he took her nipple into his mouth and pressed it between his lips. He let his teeth scrape very gently against the firm point of her hard nipple. She trembled again when he licked her tits with his eager tongue. Then he began to suck her tit gently, all the while kneading her other boob with his free hand. While he sucked her nipple, he held the heavy jug in his hand, moving his fingers against the underside in a massaging motion.

He began pinching the other nipple between his fingers, twisting the hard point of it just enough for her to feel the sensation. She began to writhe in pleasant agony, thrusting her naked boots toward him. He pulled his wet mouth away from her tit. Her nipple popped out with a loud sucking sound. He started planting hot wet kisses all over her other tit.

Chastity had remained relatively passive until now. She could control herself no longer. She reached out and rubbed her hand over her brother's bulging crotch. With all her fucking experience, she had never felt such a huge hard dick as Doug's. Just feeling his big prick pounding inside his tight trunks made her cunt gush. The fact that the big dick belonged to her brother made it the mast beautiful thing in the world to her.

She pressed herself close to him, hugging him to her with her free hand. Doug responded in kind, wrapping both arms around her and drawing her hot vibrant body to him. Her boots crushed against his muscular chest. She let her hand slip down inside his trunks, feeling the muscular smoothness of his ass.

Doug's busy hand went to her sides, slipping beneath the thin material of her bikini, easing the bottom down around her thighs. He didn't bother to untie the laces that held the bothersome thing around her thighs. His fingers found their way behind her, insinuating themselves between the halves of her butt. He felt the downy hair between the full, firm globes of her buttcheeks, soft, delicate, almost unnoticeable.

Chastity's ass was unbelievably smooth to his touch. He ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass. He felt her clench her buttcheeks, trapping his fingers there for a second or two. All the while Chastity was exploring her brother's ass in much the same way, having managed to push his trunks down until they were held up only by the unyielding stiffness of his hard tool.

Their hot lips met for the first time. Their tongues touched together, their saliva mingling for the first time in a frenzied soul-kiss. Doug tickled the roof of his sister's mouth with his tongue. She responded by thrusting her own tongue deep into his throat, at the same time squeezing his butt with new passion.

Doug had managed to push his sister's bikini down to her feet by now. She was standing there with her bikini top hanging down beneath her tits, still fastened behind her back. Her ass and cunt were exposed now to Doug's exploring fingers. He lost no time in finding her hot twat. He went slowly at first, being careful not to do anything that might shatter the atmosphere of abandoned lust that had somehow developed in the grove.

Doug's fingers stopped when they reached the relatively rough curly hair of Chastity's cunt. He moved deliberately now that her womanly treasure was almost his. His fingers caressed the smoothness of the skin just above her pussy triangle, inching down into the hair above her hot cunt. They continued to kiss deeply, unaware of the world outside the grove.

Doug's fingers traveled down through Chastity's twat hair until he could feel the incredible softness of her trembling cuntlips. Her pussy felt hot and moist to his touch. He knew now that she was lost in the heat of her passion, her cunt dripping hot juice. He felt the slippery secretions of her box on the tips of his fingers as he massaged her outer cuntlips. He was just ready to open the lips of her wet cunt when their peace was cruelly shattered.

Seemingly from a remote world, from the world tat had become nonexistent for them, came a call that froze them both, even in the intense heat of their wild passion. It was their mother's voice.

Something akin to terror gripped tern both when they were forced to realize once again that they were fruit of the same womb, that their sexual explorations were impossible, taboo.

Their mother's voice was loud and clear. She was nearby and getting closer by the minute.

Their eyes met in a strange confrontation. They had both wanted each other and probably would have gone all the way with their lust had they not been interrupted. They could see in each other's eyes no sense of shame, only a sad understanding that they should not let it happen again. They agreed silently to discuss their difficult situation later. Their silent communication passed in a flash.

Doug somehow managed to get control of himself and struggled to pull up his trunks. When he had restored himself to a fairly presentable state, he hurried to help Chastity. She had a great deal of difficulty forcing her tits back into her bikini without untying it, which was out of the question due to the rush. Doug got behind her and pulled her bikini bottom back up and adjusted it as well as he could. When she finally got her huge knockers back where they belonged, they were red in places from her brother's rough fondling and pinching. Doug's hard-on had almost gone down in the confusion, although enough of a bulge remained in his trunks to cause him considerable embarrassment if his mother saw it.

The pair followed the path out of the grove and met their mother nearby. They both realized that no amount of acting could hide their sheepish expressions. They smiled as innocently possible under the circumstances, which were anything but innocent. Chastity hoped her mother wouldn't see the red places on her tits and the thick plug of cock beneath her brother's trunks.

"And where have you two been? I've been hunting all over for you. Aren't you going for a swim with the rest of us?" Rena asked with a trace of something sly in her tone.

"Uh… yeah. Uh… Chastity was just showin' me her favorite… uh… retreat," Doug stumbled. "Nice place to… uh… relax."

"You don't seem very relaxed to me, Doug. In fact you seem a bit nervous. You, too, Chastity," Rena said, still with an odd tone in her voice that neither Doug nor Chastity could quite pin down although they both noticed it.

"I feel just fine, Mother! Really I do! Don't you feel just fine, too, Doug?" Chastity replied, staring at her mother's ear in an effort to avoid her glittering eyes.

"Sure! Sure!" Doug said huskily, looking down at his feet.

Doug felt as stupid as hell standing there pretending that nothing had passed between Chastity and him. He also felt embarrassed about having to face his mother with the half-stiff remains of a hard-on her own daughter had raised on him. He felt naked. He had to say or do something to break the tension that as oppressive at the moment.

"Last one in's a rotten turnip!" he shouted, feeling even more ridiculous than before.

He was at least successful in giving everyone a chance to get out of the embarrassing situation. At the moment he didn't give a damn about swimming and he knew that it was glaringly obvious. He hoped his mother hadn't noticed his swollen cock.

Rena turned abruptly and started running down the path to the lake. Doug looked at Chastity with the expectation of seeing in her eyes some profound explanation of what had just happened between them. He found none. She merely looked down, shook her head and looked a bit bewildered. They ran side by side, avoiding each other's eyes and feeling suddenly very far apart.

They had managed to talk the problem over that very evening, sitting on the end of the old pier. It had been uncomfortable talking about what had happened so soon after the fact. As Doug thought about the conversation, as he often did, he realized that nothing had been resolved. They had promised never to allow themselves to feel ashamed of what they had done, or almost done. They had also promised not to let it happen again, not because they thought it was wrong but because the results of such a relationship could prove inconvenient for everyone concerned. They both realized, although neither said so, that promises made by moonlight are easily broken.

CHAPTER TWO

Doug's reverie was shattered by the classroom buzzer. He was glad it was the last period of the day. He wasn't too happy about having to parade around the halls with such a boner, though. His dick had been hard for so long that his jeans were wet where his cock had been oozing pre-cum. He swallowed hard and got up, trying to avoid the eyes of the numerous chicks who caught an eyeful of his hard-on. It wasn't so much the hard-on that bothered him as it was the fact that his sister had raised it. Somehow he felt that everyone present knew. Eventually, though, he realized how silly that thought really was and began enjoying the quick glances he was getting from the admixing chicks.

Chastity walked down the hall arm in arm with Rick Davisson, who had latched onto her as soon as she had left her seat. Doug watched her pretty ass perform its carefully cultivated wiggle as she walked down the hall in front of him. He couldn't help envying Rick, who would probably be shoving his rod into her cunt later that very night. Doug needed a little relief.

His relief happened to be standing in the doorway of the home economics room in the person of Miss Marcy Palmer. Marcy was Doug's favorite cocksucker. His dick had been itching for a good blow job today. He knew that if Marcy did the job, it would be a job well done. She was known as Alton's most expert cocksucker. She could bring a guy off in a minute or hold him on the edge of his seat for an hour if she wished. She had earned her reputation by using her eager mouth on just about every dick in the senior class; at least it seemed that way from the bragging Doug heard. As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy's easiness didn't make her a prize to brag about. But she was accomplished at her favorite pastime and a perfectly good fuck in a pinch. Doug was in a pinch. He hadn't lined up anything in the way of a good fuck for that night. He had intended to play some pool with the guys, until Chastity had brought up something more urgent with her inadvertent but effective teasing. He hoped Marcy hadn't already been spoken for that night. She kept herself pretty busy.

Marcy was standing in the doorway casting sidelong glances here and there, hoping to catch a prospective fucker in her net. Her eyes met Doug's and she knew she had found just what she needed, although it was a toss-up to who had done the catching. She smiled at him in mock shyness, batting her fake eyelashes coyly while sizing up his crotch.

Doug was no stranger to Marcy. She had sucked him off a hundred times since she had started eating dick. She knew perfectly well what he had under his zipper and what it could do for her. Just the thought of having that hard cock in her mouth made a tingling sensation surge inside her horny young cunt.

Doug loved to eat pussy, and one of the things he loved about Marcy was her eagerness to have her cunt lapped. In fact she was never fully satisfied with a fuck experience until she had had a tongue working up her cunt. Doug's dick drooled at the thought of burying his face between her long slender legs and nibbling on her sensitive little clit.

With thoughts of her hot cunt in mind, he sauntered over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"How's my favorite girl today?" Doug whispered.

"I'm just fine and dandy, Doug darling," she breathed.

Marcy put her hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Bet I could make you feel a hell of a lot better," Doug drawled in his best stud voice.

"I know you could, baby," she sighed, kissing him lightly again.

"C'mon, babe, you can do better than that," Doug urged.

"But everyone is watching."

With that, she wrapped her arm lightly around Doug's waist. He reached out and gave her a playful pat on the ass. His hand lingered on her ass longer than necessary. She reached behind her with a little shriek and brushed his hand away. Her shrill cry attracted quite an audience. All eyes were on the pair as they walked down the hall, he with art obvious bulge in his pants and she with a wicked lusty look on her devilish face.

"'Bout eight?" Doug asked as they stood on the steps outside. "We can perk or visit the old Pine Creek Motel. Don't have the house to ourselves tonight, damn it!"

"How about my place for a change? Mom and Dad are out of town for a few days," Marcy suggested.

"Sounds good," Doug replied. "How 'bout Darlene? Sisters can be a big pain in the ass. Can you get rid of her?"

"Oh, Doug darling, don't worry about her. Just show up at eight. Do you have any grass?" Marcy whispered.

"Shit, yeah. I got some grass that's guaranteed to turn you on all the way. Al Benson bought a brick for me from some cat in Chicago. I'll bring some wine, too, if I can get my hands on a bottle. How's that sound?" he asked, knowing how Marcy liked to get high when she balled.

"Outa sight. We'll have a little wrecking party just for the two of us," she said.

Marcy suddenly laughed wickedly for some reason.

"Need a ride home?" Doug asked, hoping to grab a quick feel on the way to her house.

"No, not really, Doug," she said. "Sammy Kenner's picking me up as soon as he gets off work. I sort of promised I'd go out with him tonight. I'll break it off on the way home. He's pretty good, Doug, but you're a lot better," she said, looking down at Doug's stiff cock.

"Better not break it off, Marcy. That can hurt a guy," Doug laughed.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Doug. All you boys are alike!" she laughed back at him.

"See you at eight then," Doug said, slapping Marcy on the ass and breaking into a run to the parking lot.

"Watch out, Doug!" Rob Thomas yelled from his car. "She's a mink!"

"I can handle it, old buddy!" Doug shouted back.

He jumped into his Porsche, a gift from his wealthy Uncle Henry, and burned rubber all the way home. When he got there, he grabbed a quick snack and went up to his room to roll a few joints. He liked to roll them in advance to keep his hands free for better things. He kept the door locked while he rolled the weed. His parents, although extremely liberated about sex, were still a bit hesitant about the use of pot. Doug wished he could do something to persuade his parents to accept the weed as an aphrodisiac. He bated to see tern depriving themselves of the fun of getting high once in a while while they fucked. He knew that his parents loved sex as much as he did. He knew that they would make the weed a regular pert of their screwing if they ever once tried it.

Although he knew that nothing much would happen if he was caught with the stuff in the house, he was careful to hide it under the bed when he heard an unexpected knock on the door. He was relieved to find that it was only Chastity. He was a bit surprised to see her. She had often dropped in on him in his room after school to talk over their respective plans for the evening. Since their experience at Silver Lake, however, she hadn't done it as often. He knew why. In the past, these conversations had always turned to sex before long.

As soon a she was inside, she sat down on his bed and sniffed the air suspiciously. She wouldn't leave him alone until he had offered her some of his grass. She accepted the joints, saying she had an early date, and began to leave the room.

Then, seemingly as an afterthought, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Wasn't that Marcy Palmer I saw you with after school? Is it true what I've been hearing lately about her sister?"

"Darlene? What about her?" Doug asked, intrigued by the mysterious tone of Chastity's voice.

"Oh, nothing really, big brother. I guess you'd know about it if there was any truth to the rumors I've been hearing. You know Marcy so well," she added slyly, closing the door behind her.

Doug couldn't help thinking about Chastity's cryptic comment later that evening as he drove through the countryside to Marcy's house. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't really anything to know about Marcy's sister Darlene.

By the time he had reached Marcy's house, he had forgotten all about Darlene and was burning to get his mouth on wild Marcy's hot cunt. He stood at the door for several minutes, leaning on the bell and then knocking loudly when he decided that the bell couldn't be working. It occurred to him that it was the first time he had been invited to spend the night at Marcy's house. All the other times he had fucked her in his car, at the Pine Creek Motel, at his house when they had the place to themselves, or even in the grass at Miller's Woods. No matter where she balled she always made it a fuck to remember.

He ducked again. Still he waited. Finally, something made him look up. For just a second he could have sworn that he saw two figures silhouetted against the drawn shade of an upstairs window. Then the light went on abruptly.

After a while the light in the living room went on and the door finally opened. Marcy's face lighted up when she saw Doug standing there with a big grin on his face. He held up the bottle of cold wine he had brought with him. Marcy took it and led him by the arm into the living room, telling him to sit down on the old sofa while she got some glasses.

The sofa was situated in front of a large fireplace in which a crackling fire raged. After standing outside, where a light snow was falling, Doug welcomed the warmth. When Marcy returned, they made small talk for a while, passing over the meaningless preliminaries in a hurry. They both knew why he was there. It wasn't long before Doug had lighted up a joint. He took a hit and passed the glowing take to Marcy. She breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent smoke deep into her lungs, her body seeming to relax more and more with each breath.

They passed the joint back and forth, being careful to inhale plenty of air with the acrid smoke to increase the weed's effectiveness.

After smoking two or three more reefers and drinking a little wine, they were sensitive to the slightest sensation and ready for some serious fucking around. The marijuana had amplified their burning sexual sensations so greatly that their bodies were supersaturated with desire.

Sensing that the time was right, Doug let his hand drop to Marcy's knee. He smoothed his hand, which felt alive with electricity, against the tie-dyed silk of Marcy's pajamas. She responded by swinging her leg over his and pressing it heavily between his legs. Doug felt the warmth other leg spreading up his leg and over his crotch.

Marcy, too, kit the warmth of Doug's body spreading over her and burning into her body. Her cunt was alive with electrical excitement. She placed her hand on his knee and squeezed. He pressed closer to her warm perfumed body, squeezing a resilient tit with one hand and reaching behind her with the other to toy with the buttons of her pajama top. He unfastened the buttons quickly, deftly. He was eager to remove the silk of her garment and touch the finer silk of her skin.

When he had finished unbuttoning her top, he reached behind her with both hands and opened it, baring the nape of her neck and her delicate shoulders. Doug was always amazed by the perfection of Marcy's shoulders. Her skin was suffused everywhere with a deep pink glow that seemed to soften hex to the touch. Her delicate body seemed inconsistent with her lewd manner and the wildness of her abandoned fucking. That very inconsistency served to heighten her sexuality and excite him still further. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, letting the silk garment slide over them and fall around her waist. She was naked to the waist now, her firm boobs exposed and begging to be fondled.

Doug needed no begging. Her tits were touched by the same pink glow that made her shoulders so tempting. Her nipples, already hard and pointed, drew him like a magnet, and he rubbed them with his thumbs. Marcy could feel a sexy tingle deep inside her cunt with each touch of his thumbs, on her tits.

Wanting to get naked as quickly as possible, Doug began to unbutton his shirt. Marcy reached over to help him. When she had opened his shirt, she slipped her hand inside, rubbing his smooth, muscular chest. She helped him remove his shirt and threw it over the back of the sofa, then bent down and planted wet kisses all over Doug's naked chest and stomach, squeezing his hard-muscled arms while she did so.

Doug knew that the horny bitch wanted to get his pants off right away and start sucking his dick. Where cock sucking was concerned, Marcy was as aggressive as they came. All he had to do was sit back and let her use her expertise to drive him craw.

Marcy smiled at Doug and licked her glistening wet lips, waiting eagerly while he leaned back in the soft sofa, stretching his long heavy legs and spreading them to make her work easier for her. Then she got on her knees between his legs and unfastened his belt. She tugged down his zipper and spread open his tight Levi's, her eyes glued on his rock-hard rod which stuck several inches down his leg. When she reached into his pants and tried to pull his dick out, he had to raise himself off the sofa and push his pants down in order to help Marcy release his jerking cock from its confinement in his jeans.

The hot bitch beamed with excitement and wicked joy when the stiff dong jerked out of Doug's pants and bounced up in front of her lovely face. She buried her face in the heavy mat of curly black hair between his widespread legs, inhaling the masculine scent of his crotch. Then she took his cock in her hand and pumped it a few times until it started to ooze preseminal fluid. She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty fluid eagerly. Then she surprised Doug by letting his rod go and standing up. He thought that she was going to step out of her pajamas and get more comfortable. Much to his amazement, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and gabbed a handful of the joints that were on the coffee table. She picked up a pack of matches and started to leave the room.

"Why don't you jack yourself off for a while, Doug? Be be right back," she called over her shoulder.

"Where the hell are you goin'?" he shouted after her as she disappeared around the corner.

Marcy merely giggled. Doug had no idea what she was up to. He took her advice and held his dick in his hand, squeezing it hard and giving his cockshaft a few pumps while he waited for her to return and get an with the cock sucking.

Marcy returned after what Doug thought was a long absence. He noticed that the joints were gone from her hand. He was somewhat curious about her abrupt departure but was too turned on to bother asking her about it.

Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, Marcy stood before him and loosened the sash belt that held up her pajamas. Slowly, temptingly, she let her garment open and slide down over her creamy thighs, exposing her furry cunt.

Marcy kicked her pajamas away and bent backward, thrusting her cunt out toward Doug. She reached down with both hands and spread open the lips of her dripping twat, lewdly displaying the wet, pink meat of her horny cunt. Doug stared at the crimson flesh of her hot box, hardly able to keep himself from reaching out to grab a handful of her lewdly displayed cunt. When she felt that she had let him have a good long look, Marcy straightened up and knelt down between his lop once more. Doug was still holding his hard glistening boner in his fist, pumping it slowly.

Marcy bent down and kissed the head of his dick, which was sucking up through his fist, his hand wet with the pre-cum that had seeped slowly from his dickhead.

"I see you didn't get any softer while I was away," Marcy breathed.

"You know me better than that," he replied, removing his fist from his slippery rod and dropping his hands to his sides.

"Would you like me to suck your big old dick?" she whispered lasciviously.

"You know it, baby! Suck that mother!" Doug said, breathing faster in expectation of the mind-bending sucking soon to come.

"It's so big and hard, so hot and salty!" she sighed. "I don't know if I can get it all in my poor mouth!"

"Do it, baby! Suck my cock!" Doug gasped.

"Don't you wonder where I went with those joints, Doug baby?" she asked, looking up at him with a dirty smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Who gives a fuck?" he groaned. "Just get that thing in your fuckin' mouth and suck on it!"

"I'll try," she said.

Marcy grasped the column of hard cock flesh in her delicate hand and directed its head toward her pursing lips. She kissed the slit in his blood-filled cockhead, tickling the underside of the knob with her wet tongue. She laved the rosy prickhead all over, running her tongue under and around it. Then she fastened her lips on the thick root of his rod, sucking up and down its entire length. At the same time she was manipulating his balls with her practiced hand, rolling tern around inside their wrinkled sac. She engulfed the pulsating head of his pole with her mouth and began sucking hard, at the same time tickling it with her loving tongue.

Doug didn't have a thought in his head at that point. He abandoned himself to her completely. He felt like squirting his load into her mouth already, although she had only been sucking his dick for a minute or two. It was an uphill battle to hold back the jism bubbling in his excited balls.

Marcy started jacking him off while she sucked his prick. Her fist had plenty of room to pound up and down his long fuck-stick. He felt her hand slamming down against his balls, making them bounce with each downward motion of her fist. Although he tried hard, Doug couldn't keep the charge from building up deep within his quaking nuts. He knew that he would come soon unless she slowed her frenzied sucking and pounding on his dick.

Suddenly Doug's legs stiffened. He felt the beginnings of an explosion building up in his balls. Marcy, expert cocksucker that she was, recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and moved to delay it. She pulled her mouth off his dick with a loud pop, holding his twitching tool in front of her face and giggling.

"What's the matter boy, can't you take it?" she asked.

"Nope," Doug replied. "I'm 'bout ready to shoot if you don't slow down some."

"Not so soon, Doug darling," she said. "We'll let you calm down a bit," she added, releasing her grip on his prick.

"Why don't you sit up here slid let me eat your cunt for a while?" Doug suggested. "You've got the best-tasting pussy in town," he drawled, "That sounds like fun, darling," Marcy said, obviously pleased with his praise of her cunt.

Doug stood up, his towering dong jutting out in front of him. He helped Marcy to her feet. When she stood up, he reached down in front of her and put his hand between her legs, clamping his hand over her cunt, right where she wanted his hand to stay.

He insinuated his middle finger between the wet, rubbery folds of her cuntlips. At the same time he rubbed his thumb over the hard finger of her swollen clit. He wiggled his finger up and down in her steaming cunt, sending waves of electrical fire up into her belly. With his free hand he kneaded a boob, biting her nipple gently as he did so. He pushed her firmly but gently toward the sofa, his cock sticking up against her lovely belly.

Marcy fell down on the sofa and sat there comfortably splayed out, her legs spread wide. She opened the lips of her twat with her fingers and pinched her stiff clitoris while he took his cunt-lapping position between her legs. Her cunt was dripping wet, he noticed as he buried his head between her parted legs, playing with his tongue in the hair of her pussy. He moved his tongue down to the lips of her proffered slit, licking all around her cunt mound with the delicacy of an expert twat-taster.

Marcy began to writhe with pleasure, sometimes raising herself up off the sofa and thrusting her hot cunt into Doug's face. He licked the ragged edges of her twatlips, turned on wildly by the sensuous feminine fragrance of her steaming box. He sniffed the heady aroma of her cunt, inhaling it deep into his lungs just as he had the marijuana. The effect was much the same. Then he thrust his nose deep within her cunt, feeling Marcy writhe with the excitement of having her young fucker's handsome head between her legs.

He began to suck the swollen bud of her clit. Each time her sensitive little clitoris left his sucking mouth, she quaked with thrilling sexual agony. She squeezed her legs together, holding his face against her box as if she couldn't bear the thought of his mouth leaving her pussy. As far as Doug as concerned, he could have been trapped in worse places.

He forced his busy tongue deep into her tingling hole, wiggling his tongue against the walls of her drooling cunt. He reached down between his own legs and pumped his cock a few times while he sucked and tongued her steaming snatch. Then he brought his hand, now wet with his own lubricating juice, to her cunt and started finger-fucking her gushing hole. After he had frigged her twat for a few seconds, he inserted another finger and then another and another until his whole hand was stuffed inside her horny hole. He twisted his hand inside her snatch until she could feel his knuckles twisting against the walls of her cunt. Her hole was stretched until it hurt, but Marcy was so horny she wanted to take his whole arm into her throbbing box.

Doug looked up at her, his hand still buried inside her cunt, and watched in fascination as she began to rock back and forth against his hand in a frenzied fucking motion. Her eyes were on fire with lust and her pretty face was twisted in a lewd look of wild depravity. It was just the way Doug liked to see her. Watching her writhing in the heat of mad lust was enough to make him appreciate her for the fuck-heat she inspired in him.

"Like havin' my hand up your cunt?" he asked in a purposefully controlled and matter-of-fact voice.

"Young!" she hissed, wrapping her legs around him and bunching up at his hand.

"Wanna suck me off some now?" he asked, slowly pulling his hand from her dripping cunt.

"Wait! Wait!" she gasped. "I'm coming! Oh, God! I'm coming!"

Marcy's legs quaked and her entire body trembled visibly as the gathering storm of her orgasm broke within her overheated cunt. Waves of fire swept over her, drowning her deep in a sea of consuming passion. She came fast and violently, and Doug waited patiently for her to ride out the storm before he pulled his hand from her grasping hole.

At first Marcy let her tense legs fall to the floor, collapsing into the sofa, eyes closed for a minute or two in peaceful relief.

"That must have been a good one, baby," Doug laughed.

"Oh, it was! It was!" Marcy sighed. "Now let me do the same for you, stud."

Doug sat beside her while Marcy bent over his rod and started sucking again. She sucked his cock faster and more furiously this time.

The minute she engulfed the head of his aching cock with her hot mouth, Doug felt his load building up. He was so near a violent orgasm anyway that he thought he might shoot off even if she didn't touch his dick.

As he felt the explosion beginning deep in his balls, he arched his back, forcing his stiff tool deep into Marcy's mouth, making her gag and pull away. When she recovered, she took his pulsing rod in her mouth again and started bobbing her head up and down over his cock, working hard to make him pop his wad.

Doug felt his jizz traveling into and through his hard cock. The full force of his load shot into Marcy's sucking mouth, spewing out in thick spurts, filling her mouth with hot, creamy sperm. Doug looked down at her through the haze of his lust and saw her throat contracting as she tried to swallow all the fuck juice he was pumping into her clinging mouth. The sticky cream oozed out of her ovaled mouth and fell in sticky strands from her lips to his crotch. At last she pulled her face away and licked her lips, smiling with satisfaction.

Doug felt his body go limp. He collapsed and lay back, watching her licking the rest of his jism from the rosy tip of his softening cock.

"Was that a good one, too, Doug darling?" she asked.

"Couldn't have been better! You really know how to give a blow job, baby!" he replied, patting the side of her face.

Marcy kissed his dick a few times. Then she kissed him from his navel up his stomach and chest all the way to his lips. He joined her kiss, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm in her mouth. While they kissed, Marcy played with Doug's half-hard prick, knowing that he would be ready to go again in no time at all.

Time passed slowly as they sat there fondling each other, still under the heady influence of the grass they had smoked earlier. Doug told her he was glad that she was such an eager fuck. She told him, quite honestly, that she couldn't get enough cock, something he already knew. Then she fell silent for a while.

"Have you ever noticed how sexy your sister is?" Marcy said at length.

"Chastity?" he gasped.

"Who else?" she said.

"S-Sexy? Well… Hell, I guess I've noticed she's s-sexy…" he stammered. "Chastity's a cool chick. Why do you ask?"

Doug knew that Chastity hadn't told anyone about their interest in each other, but he felt uneasy nonetheless.

"Oh, I don't know. Just curious I guess. Does she ever turn you on? I mean… does she ever interest you at all? She's a sexy girl after all, darling. If what I hear is true, she's pretty free as far as sex is concerned," Marcy continued.

"Shit, Marcy. She's my sister," Doug said, almost choking on his words. "How could I be hot for my own sister?"

"Oh, I don't know. I don't mean 'hot' exactly. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said.

"Talk about what?" he asked, becoming interested in her hidden meaning.

"Well, darling Doug, I think it's hard not to notice members of your own family when you live with them all the time…" she crooned. "Do you know what I mean? You can't help noticing your sister, can you? Not when you're as hot and open-minded as you are. And as I am," she explained.

"I guess you're right. I guess there's nothin' wrong with sayin' that," Doug said, hating to be insincere with a chick he was fucking. "I'll admit it. Sure. I get turned on by my sister sometimes."

"That makes me feel better, Doug," she said.

"You're lucky that you don't have to worry about that problem. You don't have any brothers around the house to turn you on. I got one of the hottest chicks in town livin' with me all the time. How could I help noticin' her? It's kinda frustratin' sometimes."

Doug was almost glad he was able to talk to someone about the problem, although he detected what seemed to be an ulterior motive in the tone of Marcy's voice.

"Then you don't think there's anything wrong with feeling that way? About sisters I mean," she said.

"No… Not really. Do you?" Doug asked.

"No. I think it's all perfectly healthy and proper. You see, Doug, I don't have any brothers to turn me on… but I do have a pretty sister. I'll have to admit that she does something for me," Marcy continued, with a gleam in her eye. "Do you think I'm a bad girl?"

"Whatever turns you on," he replied.

As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy could screw around with other girls if she wanted to as long as she saved some for him. His prick started to fill out and rise at the thought, helped by Marcy's persistent fondling.

"Would you be terribly shocked if I told you that Darlene and I have a thing going?" she whispered playfully in his ear.

"Like I said, baby, whatever turns you on," he repeated, whispering in her ear as she had in his.

"I'm glad to hear that, stud darling. To tell the truth, Darlene's had much more experience fucking with me than she has with boys. That's a sad situation she isn't really very happy with. Do you know what I mean? She wants to try some cock for a change," Marcy explained.

"Doesn't she go out and find a cock if she wants one so bad?" he asked, beginning to get the drift of her meaning.

"She's kinda shy, Doug. You wouldn't understand that I guess," she said under her breath, looking down at his growing rod. "I was hoping you might be willing to sort of help her overcome her shyness."

"You want me to fuck your sister?" Doug asked, a bit surprised but interested in the prospect. He grabbed the wine bottle and took a long pull.

"That's just what I had in mind, Doug. I thought the three of us might get it on. Would you like that?" she asked, noticing how hard his prick was getting.

"Sounds okay to me… I guess. Kinda wild. When do you wanna have this little party?" he asked, looking down at her hand flaw pumping his hard-on.

"How about right now?" she asked.

With that she got up and walked over to the curtained arch that separated the living room from the dining room in the old farmhouse. Doug noticed smoke curling out through the slightly parted curtains.

"Did you hear that, Darlene? Doug wants to fuck you," she said.

She parted the curtain completely, revealing the beaming face of her young sister. Darlene had been peeking in and getting a good eyeful of the sucking, licking, and finger-fucking that had been going on between Doug and Marcy. Doug's heart skipped a beat and his dick stiffened up like a baseball bat when he saw her standing there. She was stark naked and just as beautiful as her sister.

CHAPTER THREE

"DO you like what you see, Doug?" Marcy asked, taking her sister by the hand and leading her into the living room. "Are you eager to teach her?"

"Uh… yeah… sure…" Doug said, his voice breaking a little. This was more than he was prepared for.

"Why, Doug! Are you shocked or something! A horny stud like you with all your experience?" Marcy asked teasingly.

"Hell, no!" he replied quickly, not wanting her to think that he had lost his masculine cool.

"That's good to hear," Marcy said. "My baby sister needs a willing stud with a hard dick and no hang-ups… no hang-ups at all. She needs a guy who can teach her everything she needs to know about boys."

"Yeah? Sounds great to me, Marcy. She sure doesn't look like any baby! She's really got it!" Doug replied, his eyes roving hungrily over the curves of Darlene's delicately beautiful young body.

Marcy's sister reminded Doug of the hot chick he had sunk his dick into. He was nineteen now, and the girl's youth and freshness grabbed him by the balls.

Darlene slapped Marcy on the ass and puckered her face in a mock pout.

"She's developed all right," Doug said. "I can see why you two get along so good."

Doug couldn't believe that Darlene hadn't been screwed yet. He saw her staring down between his legs at his jerking dick with a lusty twinkle in her eye. From her performance this far, Doug got the impression that she knew what she wanted and what she could do with it.

"You sure she hasn't had a cock yet?" he asked, rather incredulously.

"She hasn't even seen a real cock, except Dad's of course. I showed her some pictures once, though. I've told her all sorts of nice things she could do with a boy if she had one. Now that she's got one, she can find out for herself. I think she'll like what you have to offer. Don't you, Darlene?" Marcy said, resting her hand lightly on her sister's shoulder.

Darlene simply nodded her pretty head in agreement and kept her eyes glued to Doug's naked dick.

"Guess I'll have to break her cherry – this is, if she's really as new at fucking as you say she is," Doug said, still not quite believing that a hot bitch like Darlene could have survived very long in Alton with her hymen intact.

"No you won't, Doug honey," Marcy said. "I did that already with a big plastic dick. Dad has one upstairs in his dresser drawer. He uses it on Mom to fill her pussy. Dad's prick is pretty big but Mom likes a real cunt-stuffer up her belly once in a while, so he uses the plastic one on her. It has a nice vibrator in it. Really turns Darlene and me on," Marcy said in a little voice, reaching down between her legs and rubbing her furry cunt lasciviously.

"You mean you've watched your mom and dad fuck?" Doug asked.

That was something even he hadn't done.

"Once in a while we hide outside and peek in through their bedroom window. Not very often, though. You'd be surprised what groovy things parents can think up," Marcy said.

"You're somethin' else!" Doug said, excited by the bold lewdness of her remarks.

Darlene continued to stare wide-eyed at Doug's hard rod.

"Darlene, why don't you just come over here and get it on with me? No point just lookin' when you can have all this dick for the askin'," Doug said, patting the sofa cushion, inviting her to sit beside him. Then he patted his balls just for the hell of it.

The girls sat down quickly, one on either side of him. Marcy bent over his raging hard-on and started sucking it with even more fervor than before. While Marcy sucked Doug's dick, Darlene cupped her young tits in her hands and offered them to him. He gladly accepted Darlene's gifts, biting and sucking her sweet boobs while fingering her young aunt. Darlene rubbed her leg against Doug's and watched her sister eating his dick.

Unable to keep her hands to herself for very long, Darlene reached between Doug's legs and cupped his pendulous balls in her hand. Marcy's long hair brushed against Darlene's hand as she reached between his legs. She squeezed his tender balls a bit too hard, making him jump. His sudden movement thrust his prick deep into Marcy's throat… Marcy brushed her sister's hand away from Doug's nuts and cradled his balls in her hand gently, showing Darlene how to play with them without hurting him unnecessarily. Darlene got the point quickly and took them in her hand again, rolling the soft heavy balls around with greater care this time.

In the meantime Doug was pinching the bud of Darlene's clitoris while tickling the inner lips of her box with his finger. The familiar feeling of fingers in her twat sent waves of sensation coursing through the girl's belly. She wanted more than fingers inside her cunt far a change.

Marcy removed her mouth from Doug's rod and knelt between his legs. She licked his hairy balls and the root of his dong, then forced her hand up under his butt and tickled his asshole with her finger.

Doug took his fingers out of Darlene's pussy and motioned for her to bend over his pole. She got the message quickly enough and did as she was told. She proceeded with the care and wide-eyed amazement of a child discovering something new and wonderful for the first time. Doug suddenly had to believe that she really was new at this game.

Darlene marveled at the rosy, mushroom head of Doug's stiff dick. She had never seen anything as hot and excited-looking as his erect cock. She flicked her tongue back and forth over his cockhead, tentatively putting her tonguetip inside his pisshole and wiggling it around. Then she planted a kiss on his knob and opened her mouth wide to accept the whale throbbing head. Doug held his hand behind her head and guided her onto his prick.

Darlene wasn't sure that she could get the hugely swollen dong into her mouth without choking. Marcy had told her not to worry about thin like that, but she was afraid anyway. She hesitated as the cockhead slipped into her face. Doug thought that she might have some fears about choking if she was really new at cock sucking, so he let her progress at her own speed. Darlene didn't hesitate long.

In no time at all the stiff meat was in her mouth and touching the back of her throat. She gagged a little each time the cockhead pushed against the back of her virgin throat. She moved her head up and down on the thick cock slowly while Doug remained motionless on the sofa. When she got used to the hot tool in her mouth, she quickened her pace.

"You're pretty damn good," Doug said, enjoying the feel of her teeth scraping against the head of his sensitive prick. "Looks like your sister explained all about dicks to you pretty good!"

Darlene pulled her head off Doug's hard prick and started licking his cock from the head all the way down to his crotch hair. Her tongue touched Marcy's again and again as the two sisters sucked and tongued their stud's dick. Marcy planted a kiss on the front of his prickhead while Darlene sucked the back of it, their lips brushing together, slippery with the oozings of Doug's pre-cum.

Just the thought of being sucked off by two sisters turned Doug on. So far the whole experience had been a real ball-buster. He just had to get his aching dong into their cunts and fuck the hell out of them.

"I gotta put this thing in somebody's pussy before it shoots off again. Let's get on the floor and really get it an," Doug suggested.

He didn't have to ask twice. They all got down on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace and got down to some serious balling. Darlene was eager to have a dick inside her cunt for the first time, and Marcy agreed that her sister should get ticked first. Darlene got down on all fours and offered her moist cunt to Doug and his hot prick. He always liked fucking dog-style, and lost no time in positioning himself behind her. He reached down and ran his thumb between the puffy lips of her cunt, then got down on his knees and put his prickhead against her hole. Ever so slowly he eased his dong into her cunt from behind, feeling the way eased by the hot juice leaking out of her horny young twat.

Darlene had been worried about the size of his tool, but when she felt his cock slipping into her hole, she was surprised at the ease with which it entered her curt. She had expected great pain when she took a real cock for the first time, even though she had had her pussy stretched already by her father's artificial cock.

"See, Darlene, that's not so bad. Right?" Doug asked, knowing well what her answer would be.

"It's beautiful, Doug!" she gasped. "Put it in! Put your cock in all the way! Please, Doug! Fuck me!"

"I told you you'd like it," Marcy said, kneeling behind Doug and kissing the cheeks of his ass.

Encouraged by Darlene's acceptance of his big tool, Doug thrust it in farther, finding her pussy tighter than mast of the cunts he had reamed. She squealed a little when he thrust in up to his balls in one sudden movement, the rough hairs of his crotch rubbing against her stretched pussylips.

Slowly, Doug started to rock back and forth, making Darlene gasp with each full stroke into her drooling snatch.

While he fucked her sister, Marcy spread his buttcheeks apart and tickled his puckered bung with her eager tongue, making him groan lustfully and increase the pace of his screwing. His heavy balls slapped against the hairy mound of Darlene's cunt with each thrust as he reveled in the tight pussy wrapped around his prick and the darting tongue reaming out his tingling asshole. With a choking moan, Doug began fucking Darlene wildly, turned on all the way at the idea of having two chicks at once. Suddenly he felt his load on the brink of shooting and used all his self-control to slow his pace a bit. Then he stopped rocking altogether and thrust his dick balls deep into her dripping hole. He began grinding his crotch against her upturned pussy, rotating his cock inside her pulsing cunt in a wide circular motion.

Marcy, taking advantage of Doug's slowed pace, positioned her face so that she could lick the juncture of his slippery cock and her sister's dripping cunt. When she tasted the salty, wildly exciting mixture of pussy juice, pre-cum, and sweat, when she smelled the hot fragrance of abandoned fucking, she suddenly had to have his cock inside her own cunt for a while.

Doug felt Marcy's tongue running over his balls and cock. She was squeezing the inside of his leg at the same time. He could tell by Darlene's heavy, irregular breathing that she was on the brink of a body-racking orgasm, so he increased his pace again, pounding his cock with renewed vigor into her virgin cunt.

Darlene felt the full power of her orgasm exploding inside her quaking cunt. She cried out in pleasure and pain as the deep fire spread over her. Her legs went weak as she came as she had never come before, the muscles of her cunt flexing around Doug's pistoning cock in spasms of joy. Marcy's expert manipulations with her fingers, tongue, and lips had brought her to orgasm many times before, but never in the wild way of a real flesh and blood dick.

Doug felt the quaking of her body and the sudden relaxation of her cunt muscles as the warm glow of her release spread over her. He pulled his prick out of her hole quickly in order to avoid shooting his load, and remained kneeling behind her for a while, licking her wet gash and inhaling the powerful cunt musk oozing between her legs.

Marcy slid under Doug like a limbo dancer, taking his stiff cock into her mouth again. She kneaded his balls with her delicate fingers while violently sucking his dick, which by now was incredibly tense. Suddenly Doug stood up. Marcy had to rise with him in order to keep his stiff dick in her mouth. He stood there with his hands on his hips, watching her sucking violently on his jutting dong.

Darlene took her sister's earlier position behind Doug and licked his ass and the backs of his muscular legs while Marcy blew him. Then Doug sat down again and told Marcy to sit on his prick. She asked whether he wanted to fuck her in the ass or in the cunt. He said he would like to try her cunt first. She was glad to accommodate him.

Her well-lubricated cunt engulfed Doug's rigid fuck-stick when she sat on it. With one long thrust he buried his pulsing tool deep inside her horny twat. She shivered with the feeling of his rod filling up bet aching snatch. She bounced up and down on his lap as if she were riding a bucking bronco. Doug bucked in unison with her, arching his back and meeting her bouncing thrusts with his own, his prick slurping wetly in and out of her gulping hole.

Darlene, in the meantime, contented herself with stroking the smooth skin of Doug's heavily muscled chest and stomach, occasionally reaching down between his legs to feel his nuts while Marcy bounced up and down in his lap, balling him with a fury. She had expected Doug's body to be hairy like her father's and was already wondering what it would be like to tack with a hairy partner. The screw with Doug was opening new vistas for her.

Ever since Doug had arrived, Marcy had been longing to have his rod inside her cunt. Now she was going crazy with the thrill of it. The friction of his dick on her swollen bud and the inside of her cunt was driving her mad with ecstasy. She humped up and down harder and harder, getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Doug was close to a nut-busting climax, too.

Unable to hold back any longer, Doug thrust his hugely swollen prick deep into Marcy's pulsating hole. She felt his dick stiffen against her cunt walls and knew that he was about to squirt his seed into her trembling snatch. She came just as he shot off, whimpering as her nerves discharged their accumulated sexual electricity, her cunt muscles tightening around Doug's meat in convulsions of joy.

Doug felt his sperm shooting in blast after blast into Marcy's clenching cunt. He gritted his teeth and contorted his face in the throes of ultimate pleasure. Spasms shook his hard body like an earthquake as his swollen balls exploded. All his pent-up energy traveled through his dick into Marcy's willing body, filling her juicy cunt with hot cum.

After recovering her senses, Marcy stood up, releasing Doug's deflating prick from the confines of her sucking cunt. She stood before him with his jism and her own cunt-cum dripping from her pussy. Then she turned her back to him and bent over, grabbing her ankles. She looked back at Darlene and asked her to lick her cunt. Darlene complied eagerly with her older sister's request. She forced her practiced tongue between the reddened lips of her sister's open twat and lapped up the thick white cum that their mutual fucker had just shot into her well-reamed hole. The sight of Marcy getting her cunt eaten by her sister was enough to keep Doug's dick from deflating completely.

"Why don't you two go at it for a while all by yourselves? I'd kinda like to see that," Doug said, wiping more of the cum from his dick on Marcy's shoulder.

"We'd just love to, Doug. We'll just put on a little show for you, won't we, Marcy?" Darlene said, sucking Marcy's cum-oozing hole again when she had finished speaking.

"You can just sit there and jack off while we play with each other like good sisters do," Marcy said, still bent over with her sister's mouth attached to her dripping pussy. "Then you can fuck us both in the ass."

Doug knew from experience that he could get a hard-on at almost any time as long as there was something going on to get his cock interested. Watching the sisters in their lesbian antics was sufficiently interesting, so he sat there waiting for his meat to get hard enough to butt fuck the two of them, stroking his rod from time to time while he was being entertained.

The two luscious girls fell together on the floor, their arms and lop entangled. Their lips met and their tongues entwined. Darlene fell on top of Marcy, grabbing her tits and rubbing her knee against her sister's still wet pussy. The pair seemed hot again and lost in the whirlpool of their incestuous lust.

Darlene slid down until her head was buried between her sister's legs and resumed her pussy-eating. Marcy lay there passively with her eyes closed while Darlene's eager tongue lapped at the rosy folds of her cunt flesh.

Doug rested his foot on Darlene's ass and wiggled his toes in between her buttcheeks. He pumped his half-hard meat with more urgency now that his cock was beginning to stiffen and fill out again. The sex display the two chicks were putting on was getting to him. Marcy had wrapped her long lovely legs around Darlene's back. Darlene had stretched her arms up along Marcy's body until she could reach her tits. She massaged her sister's beautiful boobs, pinching her nipples as she did so. Darlene soon removed her mouth from Marcy's sweet tasting twat and started running her tongue over her skin in a trail up her belly and between her nicely formed knockers. She kissed the hard peaks of Marcy's tits, alternating between the two firm jugs. At the same time she fingered her own excited clitoris. Then she suddenly fell on her back and closed her eyes, waiting for Marcy to work on her pussy for a while.

Marcy needed no prodding. She started diddling her sister's pussylips and pinching her bright-red clit. She raised her leg and dropped her foot in Doug's lap. He rubbed the shaft of his dick against the side of the girl's foot. Her toes played in the hair of his groin, her toenails scratching his skin a bit. Darlene began to writhe again, appearing to be at the brink of another climax. Doug decided that it would be a good time to get into the act again, although he knew tat the girls were doing all right without him.

He stood up and walked over to where Darlene was lying, standing over her and gyrating his hips. His hard cock swayed back and forth in front of him. Darlene opened her eyes and looked up between his legs, staring at the huge dong so lewdly displayed for her.

"You ready for this fucker? Wanna take it up your ass?" Doug grinned down at her.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, genuinely worried.

"Yup," Doug replied. "You'll get used to it," he added.

"Well… at least you're honest." She smiled sweetly. "Okay! Let's do it!" she said, getting to her feet.

Marcy got up and brought a straight-backed chair. Doug sat on it and told young Darlene to sit on his dick, which was hard as a rock once again. She obeyed reluctantly. The head of his rod pushed against the ring of her asshole. Nothing happened.

"You're too tense, baby," he said. "You gotta relax or I'll never get my cock in there."

The young girl tried to relax her asshole, but to no avail. Marcy suggested the use of some Vaseline. She went to get it while Darlene sat there on his lap, trying hard to relax her tight bung. When Marcy returned with the jar, she put a big gob of the lubricant on the heed of Doug's dick. Darlene tried again and again to ease her asshole down on his stiff tool. Still no success.

Then Marcy greased her middle finger and gently forced it up her sister's asshole. She moved her finger back and forth inside her sister's bung, giving her a taste of the pleasure to come. It was obvious to Doug that Darlene enjoyed the sensation Marcy was giving her. She tried again to get his tool into her tight titter. This time she was successful. Once the slippery knob of his dong penetrated the tight asshole, it slipped inside her butt with no trouble at all. She felt her asshole stretching hugely as more and more of his thick cock went into her bowels. Her ass started to burn where it was stretched far more than nature had intended.

Doug didn't want to hurt her so much that she wouldn't enjoy the buggering so he remained motionless and let her accept the huge dong at her own pace.

It wasn't long before the strange but pleasant sensation of a cock jammed up her ass forced the young girl to accept the pain with the pleasure. She was almost afraid to move at first for fear her asshole might tear. After sitting on his prick for a while, she realized that she was safe and started moving a little, slowly at first but with ever-increasing speed. She was so hot that her fears were easily lost in the heat of desire. She humped up and down in his lap much as Marcy had earlier when he had fucked her cunt. She felt the spongy head of his whang pounding in her ass channel, hurting her a bit more with each thrust but raising her once again to the pinnacle of pleasure.

"My turn, sister," Marcy said urgently. "Don't hog that big cock," she giggled. "Be a good girl and let me stretch my asshole around it far a while."

Darlene somewhat reluctantly complied and raised her butt off his stiff rod. She felt a sharp pain as the big knob pulled out of her hung. She got up and put her hand down to her asshole, finding that she was bleeding slightly.

"That's nothing. Happens all the time with a big dick like mine. You'll be all right, baby," Doug reassured her.

Darlene went to get something to wipe herself with, and Marcy took her turn impaling her bung on his pole. She had no trouble at all taking his prick all the way up her ass. She bounced as if she wanted to ride him all day, her fleshy buns bouncing and bouncing along with her. She faced him for a while, then twisted on his rod until she was sitting with her back to him, her tight bung clutching his prick eagerly.

Darlene was absent for quite some time. When she returned, Marcy was still sitting on Doug's lap, but now his dick was in her cunt instead of her ass. She was humping up and down with a passion, rising with each hump until his knob was just barely held in the mouth of her tight cunt. Doug rocked back and forth while she rode his thick cock, holding her bouncing jugs in his hands, squeezing them until he knew that she had to be feeling some pain.

Marcy gasped suddenly and her whole body stiffened. Doug felt her cunt gush sticky, musky juice as it vibrated all around his pulsing cock. Then she fell forward, held up only by his stiff prick and his hands on her flushed tits. She sat there limply, temporarily exhausted by her gut-wrenching climax.

By now, Darlene we hot as hell. Her fresh young pussy tingled and burned with wild desire. She wanted to have her young fucker's dick buried inside her aching cunt again. She helped Marcy up off Doug's lap and led her over to the sofa where she collapsed, sprawled out, her pink-glowing skin wet with perspiration.

Immediately Darlene took her sister's place, siding down on Doug's prick and swallowing it up to his balls with her horny cunt. She humped up and down, her resilient young ass slamming down with each bounce against his muscular legs. She held his shoulders as she fucked him, rotating her oozing twat around his prick until they were both panting with lust. He shot off inside her just as her own climax shook her body. For the first time the young girl felt a man's hot jizz shooting into her belly, soothing her convulsing cunt with its balm.

Doug threw his legs out in front of him and grabbed Darlene's tits as he squirted into her sweet young snatch for the first time. He could feel the muscles of her cunt squeezing his thick tool as if to suck out the last drop of his load. He threw his head back and laughed out loud.

"Shit! Damn! You two are the greatest fucks in town!"

Darlene got up and walked over with Doug to the sofa, where they all collapsed, lying against each other, totally relaxed and enjoying the deep peace that followed their frenzied fucking. Later, after they had rested for a while, they started talking over the possibility of getting together for another orgy.

"We gotta do that shit again!" Doug said.

"Doug, would you like to come over again tomorrow night? Mom and Dad won't be back for a long time. It sure would be a waste of the weekend if we didn't do this while we have the house to ourselves," Marcy said.

"I'll fuck you two any day and every day if you give me the chance," Doug said, gently caressing Marcy's firm book.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we had some other boys over for a little party?" Darlene added, holding Doug's soft dong in her gentle hand.

"Yeah! A fuckin' party! Let's party till we drop!" Doug said.

"Darlene and I'll find the girls, and you can get some of your friends who like pussy as much as you do," Marcy said. "We can start around seven or eight tomorrow night. You think you can find some nice boys for us by then?"

"Shit, yeah! Half the guys in town'd jump at the chance to fuck you two like I just did. Sure, I can get a few cocks for you. You gotta promise to work on me some, though," Doug replied.

"How could we resist?" Darlene sighed, squeezing his flaccid prick.

"I'm glad you're not jealous, Doug. You don't mind if all your friends stick their fat cocks in our cunts and butts?" Marcy smiled.

Doug shrugged his shoulders and grinned at the two horny girls. The horny trio sat around for a while talking about their plans for the next evening. Doug somewhat reluctantly dressed and took his leave. He knew that he could have gone on fucking for the rest of the night, but he wanted to save some energy for the party.

Doug found everyone asleep when he got home, everyone except Chastity that is. He saw a light shining through the crack under her door into the hall. He crept stealthily put her door on the way to his own room, not wanting to be questioned by her about Marcy's wild party plans.

When be got to his room he stripped down and stood for a few minutes admiring his athletic body in front of his full-length mirror. He couldn't help feeling damn proud of himself after such a successful fuck session. His cock looked and felt like it had just been run through a wringer, but he knew that he could have kept on fucking for a few more bouts if he had wanted to. He felt like a shower after all that hot balling. He slipped down the hallway to the bathroom, still buck naked, looking over his shoulder as he went to see if Chastity's door was still closed. She was sitting on his bed waiting for him when he got back to his room.

Members of the Anderson family were always walking around the house naked or nearly so. Under most circumstances Doug wouldn't have felt at all embarrassed about being discovered naked by his sister. But he had just come from a wild fuck-fest, and that somehow made his nudity more embarrassing for him. The fact the warm shower had refreshed his dong and made it fill out and hang at its full length should have embarrassed Chastity, too.

He tried to cover his crotch but was unable to do it nonchalantly, his prick hanging like a length of rubber hose in front of him. His sister averted her gaze in deference to his obvious embarrassment. He avoided her eyes; she avoided his. Doug was glad that she wasn't playing games or trying to make herself a sexual pain in the ass at the moment. She was well-covered in a bulky bathrobe, with nothing of her sultry body visible to him. She sat on the edge of the bed pretending to look at a poster that hung on Doug's wall. When he put on his bathrobe and sat down beside her, the tension abated somewhat. Still there was something peculiar in the air. Doug felt that she might be up to something, but at least she wasn't trying to turn him on.

"Where have you been all night?" Chastity asked cheerfully after a long silence.

"Nowhere in particular," Doug replied, knowing full well that he would have to tell her the whole story of his fuck with Marcy and Darlene if she pressed him for it.

"Oh," she said, looking off.

There was a long silence.

"I thought you might have gone over to see Marcy, Palmer. She told me her parents were gone for a few days. When the cat's away…" she said.

"Yeah?" he replied. "I might have dropped by her place," he said carefully.

"She told me you were going to," Chastity said.

"She did what?" he asked, his voice a bit dry.

"Oh, we were talking girl talk and she said she had invited you over. Everybody knows what it means when Marcy invites a guy over, Doug," she said. "Of course you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Shit, Chastity! We just sat around and watched TV," he said, feeling a bit stupid all of a sudden.

Chastity coughed. There was another long and embarrassing silence.

"You know, Doug, we haven't talked much since last summer," she whispered. "I always like to know what my big brother's up to," she continued.

Doug didn't feel much like a big brother now. He felt more like a little boy. Chastity's influence was stirring him in a strange way. His heart started to pound.

"Are you sure you… uh… what was it? Watched TV?" Chastity snickered.

"Yeah! Okay, goddamn it! We fucked all goddamn night! Fucked! Darlene joined in, too, damn it! I fucked both of 'em in the ass, too! The sisters ate each other out, too!" he almost shouted, expecting Chastity to think he was joking.

"Don't get mad, Dougie," she said calmly.

"Who's mad, damn it?" he said, feeling ridiculous.

There was a long silence.

"Then it really is true, all the gossip I've been hearing about those two?" Chastity said excitedly.

Doug shook his head in disbelief and gave up trying to hide anything from her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! It's true I guess, goddamn it! Marcy and Darlene have been goin' at it for a long time I guess! Now you know! Jesus Christ! Keep this shit to yourself!" he said, somehow glad that he had spilled the beans.

"Is that all you have to tell me, Doug darling?" she asked teasingly.

"I guess I could give you a blow by blow description. That what you want?" he asked, tired and annoyed.

"That might be interesting. Blow by blow, huh? But it's not necessary. Not tonight anyhow. I know how tired you older men get after a big night. I just thought you might like to invite me to the little party Marcy's having tomorrow night," she whispered wickedly in his ear.

"How the hell…" he rasped.

"Marcy called after you left her house. She invited me, Doug," Chastity said.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "That bitch! This is a real mind-fuck! Hell, you can't go. How the fuck's a guy supposed to get it on in front of his sister?"

"Well, Dougie, you didn't seem to have any trouble last summer," she sang sweetly in his ear.

Doug didn't know whether to strangle her or go along with her crazy idea. Things were getting out of control again, just as they had at Silver Lake. He had known all along that something like this was bound to happen eventually. Now that it was about to happen, he was getting cold feet.

"Okay! Fuck it! You can come. But keep your damn hands off me. I'm goin' there for some serious fuckin' and I don't need you distractin' me," he said, wishing he hadn't said it.

"Shame on you, Dougie! Why would I bother with a runt like you when I can have all those big strong friends of yours?" she teased, kissing him lightly on the cheek and rising to leave. "Don't forget to invite Rick Davisson, Dougie. I like his big fat dick!" she giggled. "Sleep tight, big brother," she said as she closed the door behind her.

"What a fuckin' sister," Doug said to himself aloud after she left.

He didn't sleep very well that night.

CHAPTER FOUR

Next morning Doug called some of his hornier buddies and invited them to Marcy's orgy. They all jumped at the invitation. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, it seemed that half the cars in town were heading for the Palmer place. Doug couldn't bring himself to arrive with Chastity, so he shrugged her off when she asked for a ride and let her get there the best way she could.

Doug arrived late. He opened the door and was greeted by the friendly smell of burning grass and free-flowing liquor. He was also greeted by the beaming face of a half-naked chick. She stood at the door wearing nothing but a pair of black-lace panties and a pot-and-sex-inspired smile. She sized up the new arrival and obviously liked what she saw.

"You must be Doug Anderson. Marcy's been telling me all about you," she smiled. "Have a hit?"

Doug accepted the joint and inhaled deeply. He gazed down at the girl's naked knockers.

"Good grass," he said. "What else you got for me?" the lovely girl cupped a boob in her hand and raised it to him.

"Marcy was right about you, wasn't she? You really don't waste any time," she said, looking at Doug with wide-eyed appreciation.

"I like to get it while it's hot," Doug said, reaching out to squeeze her offered boob. "You sure got nice tits."

He glanced past the girl and noticed that the rest of the gang hadn't wasted any time either. Al Benson and Mark Roberts were sitting on the sofa being sucked off by Marcy and Darlene. Doug could almost feel the girls' sucking lips working on his own rod, which was hard and sticking down his pants leg by now.

Al pulled Marcy's head off his prick and told her to say hello to Doug. She turned around and waved to him, then eagerly resumed her cock sucking. Doug tossed a plastic bag full of marijuana onto the sofa. Mark fumbled in the pocket of his pants, which were draped over the arm of the sofa, and found some rolling papers, starting to roll a toke while Darlene continued to suck him off.

Dick Williams was sitting in an overstuffed chair with his pants down around his ankles. Twila Lane was sitting on his lap, naked except for her red pantyhose. Her dark chocolate skin showed through her hose as her lovely legs dangled over the arm of the chair. Doug found her dark dusky body a sight to behold, contrasted against the white velvet of the chair. Dick's big black rod stuck up and rubbed against the soft brown skin of Twila's thigh, while Dick's brother Robert played with Twila's toes and jacked himself off.

Doug wanted a chance at Twila's beautiful cunt. He could see the dark and bushy hair of her pussy showing out through the red of her pantyhose. He knew that she didn't usually warm up to white guys, but he decided to give it a try later anyway.

Jeanie Chambers was leaning against the wall with a glass of wine in her hand. She was a good bit older than the rest of the crowd. Jeanie was often invited to the parties no matter what the age group because she was such a good piece. She could always teach a guy some new tricks, and was an uncontrollable vixen when she was drunk. Doug could see her wild eyes darting around the roam at all the cocks, trying to decide which one she wanted. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned mast of the way, revealing her black lace bra filled to the bursting point with her huge boobs.

Joey White and Tammy Miles were down on the rug in front of the fireplace, the warm crackling fire dancing in front of them, lighting up their bodies with its orange glow. Joey was on top of Tammy already. He had managed to get his shirt off and his cock out but was having a hard time with Tammy's hot-pants. And her pants were more than hot. She was squirming under him so fast that he couldn't hold her still long enough to undress her. Doug feasted his eyes on the big tits shifting inside her tight sweater as she moved.

"Need some help, Joey?" Doug called at them.

"Fuck you!" Joey shouted, giving Doug the finger. "I asked for a tumble and I guess that's what I'm gettin'!"

"Give that finger to her, old buddy. I don't need an extra one," he shouted back, "Slow down, boy! You young punks get too excited!"

"You sound like my old man!" Joey laughed, huffing and puffing in his struggle with the sex-kitten.

"Just the voice of experience," Doug said, looking now into the eyes of the girl who had met him at the door. "Your tits must be gettin' kinda cold standin' in the dark, like this. Why don't we find an empty corner and get comfortable?" he suggested, squeezing her tit.

"I won't get cold with you around, Doug," she said. "I wouldn't mind getting comfortable, tough."

She took him by the hand and led him through the tangled maze of fucking bodies, seeming more familiar with the layout of the house than he was. He took off his shirt and threw it into a corner. He wanted to get that nice piece of ass into bed in a hurry. He also wanted to find a room where he could fuck up a storm without worrying about his sister. He knew that Chastity was somewhere in the big old house, although he hadn't seen any sign of her yet.

When the girl stopped at a room that looked like it might be a bedroom, Doug threw open the door. Inside he found Sherry Peale and Dave Connors screwing like mad.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said, noting the terribly embarrassed look on Sherry's face.

Sherry even went to the trouble of pulling a sheet over herself. Doug couldn't understand why some chicks were so shy about fucking in public. What were friends for? Not wanting to spoil their fun, Doug closed the door, but not before, taking a good view of Sherry's half uncovered body.

He heard the bed creaking as soon as he closed the door. He shrugged his shoulders and told the girl that the bed was occupied. Looking down at her pale boot, he noticed how the light bluish veins barely showed through her light translucent skin. The clarity of her complexion gave Doug goose-pimples. She moved closer to him and brushed her tits against his chest.

"Let's go up to Marcy's room," she suggested. "I always like to ball on Marcy's waterbed. I don't think there's anyone up there. Most people can't wait to get all the way upstairs. Isn't that silly? Have you ever balled on a waterbed, Doug?"

"Sure. Rick's great anywhere. I think I could screw you on a bed of nails right now," he replied.

It struck him as odd that this chick liked to ball in Marcy's bed. Who the hell was she anyway? He hadn't seen her before at any of the parties he'd been to, and he'd been to most of them. If she had been from Alton, he would have known her from school. He wanted to ask but he didn't think that it would be the cool thing to do at the moment. He didn't have to know her name to fuck her.

Doug watched the chick's ass bouncing rhythmically as she climbed the stairs in front of him. He patted her on the cheek of her ass, then he caught the band of her flimsy panties and pulled them down until half of her pretty butt was exposed. At that point he no longer cared what the luscious cunt's name was or where she had learned about Marcy's waterbed. He just didn't care about such minor details at the moment. She continued up the stairs with her ass half-exposed as if nothing had happened.

They found the waterbed empty and waiting for them. The girl got on her knees in front of Doug and unzipped his pants, tugging down his zipper and lugging out his pulsating prick. Without a moment's hesitation, she peeled back his foreskin and popped the head of his rod into her mouth. Doug unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants while she sucked on his prick.

Doug wanted to get his hands on the girl's body as soon as possible, so he helped her to her feet before she had had time for a good suck. She was a bit reluctant to take her lips off his dick but complied anyway. He got on his knees in front of her and kissed the soft skin of her belly, at the same time slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushing them the rest of the way down. He was more than pleased with the sight of her pussy.

Doug rubbed his nose in the hair that remained on her twat and sniffed the aroma of her steaming cunt. He detected the smell of some exotic perfume mingled with the exciting feminine scent of her pussy. He stroked the soft globes of her full butt, finding that the girl's ass was as soft and perfect as her tits. He could feel the flesh responding to his touch.

"Nice pussy," he said, looking up at her.

She smiled warmly down at her admirer. Her cunt was beginning to get very moist. Doug's dick was seeping clear pre-cum, itching to get into the chick's hot cunt. While Doug was licking her twat, she bent down and rubbed her fingers over the slippery head of his whang. She brought her fingers to her lips and tasted his salty fluid. Doug forced his tongue into her gash, lapping her cunt with a frenzy, then decided that it was time to fill her up with his hot cunt-stuffer.

He got to his feet and walked her over to the bed. The bed was covered with a thick fake-fur blanket. When he sat her down, she could feel the fur tickling her bare legs and asscheeks. She lay down on her back and positioned herself in the middle of the bed, the waterbed slashing back and forth beneath her in undulating waves.

Doug took off his shoes and socks and quickly kicked his pants away. He stood by the bed and napped his fist around his dick, pumping it a few times just for the bell of it while the girl watched. She appeared to be hypnotized by the swaying prick that stuck out in front of him. He grinned down at her, keeping his eyes on her tits, watching the flesh jiggle as the waves rocked beneath her body. When he jumped into the bed and covered the girl's willing body with his own, her eyes were half-closed in anticipation of the honey-fuck to come. She lay there scarcely breathing, silent and open to his every demand.

He planted kisses on her boobs, biting the rather large erect nipples gently. He reached down between his legs and guided his tool into her pussy, easing it in her wet hole gently. She gasped when she felt the jerking dong entering her sensitive match. His big cock seemed to fill her cunt to the bursting point. She cried softly each time he stroked into her horny twat. He was encouraged by the soft mewling and began screwing her with a wildness that increased by the second.

The water beneath them rocked along with the rhythmically fucking bodies. Doug's wild humping brought the girl to the brink of a climax in no time at all. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt the spasm building up inside her aching cunt. Her eyes opened wide all of a sudden and seemed to stare off into space. Then her insides melted in a hot flash as she came, gushing out streams of cunt juice around his throbbing cock.

Doug was ready to come, too. He didn't usually come off so quickly, but since she had come so soon, he thought that he might as well join her. His balls tensed as he felt his hot load of cum shooting out through his stiff aching dick. He breathed heavily, tensing his hard stomach muscles with each seemingly endless shot of jizz, he pumped into her convulsing cunt.

They both collapsed, Doug's heavy, body covering hers. They kissed deeply for a long time, both feeling his meat softening inside her cunt, drained of energy temporarily. The girl's cunt began to relax as she felt his deeply ejaculated sperm soothing the walls of her tingling hole. His load was so great that it began to drip out of her pussy, saturating his balls and dripping down onto the bed.

"Damn nice!" someone suddenly shouted.

Doug jumped up with a start, pulling his soft dick out of the girl's cunt with an audible slurp. Their eyes shot over to the door. Doug was mortified at seeing his sister standing there as big as life, taking in the scene on the bed with obviously appreciative eyes. She was stark naked. Standing in the doorway with her was Rick Davisson, who was wearing only his underpants and a big hard-on.

"How long have you two been standing there?" the girl asked.

Doug's pretty partner didn't seem nearly as upset at the intrusion as he was. But then why should she be? It wasn't her sister standing in the doorway watching them fuck, Doug thought.

"We've been standin' here a long time!" Rick laughed. "You two sure know how, to enjoy yourselves! Couldn't help watchin' the fun!"

Rick turned to leave, but Chastity caught his arm and stopped him.

"That's an awfully big bed, darling. I'll just bet they wouldn't mind sharing it with us. That's what parties are for," Chastity crooned.

Both Rick and Chastity had popped a few pills and no longer cared what they did or with whom as long as they got their rocks off. It didn't really dawn on Rick that Doug was in an impossible position. He couldn't say a word. He just sat there, embarrassed as hell with his mouth half-open. Taking his silence as an okay, they walked over to the big bed and sat down.

"I'm Chastity… Doug's sister." Chastity smiled at the new girl.

The girl was amazed at that revelation.

"Doug's sister!" she gasped. "No wonder he looks like my brother did the first time I caught him jacking off!" she said.

Everyone laughed except Doug.

"I'm April, Marcy's cousin from Perryville," the girl announced.

"Why don't you come over here and fuck me, Rick darling?" Chastity said, lying on her back next to April.

Rick didn't need to be asked twice. He stripped off his underwear in a flash and jumped into bed. Doug moved over and lay on his back while April positioned her head between his le. She kissed his belly and licked his crotch, playing with his tool at the same time. Soon he had a hard-on again and was ready for some more fuck action.

He had never felt quite as good as he did now. There he was, getting his cock and balls worked on by the cousin of the girl he had screwed the night before, while his own sister was being fucked in the same bed by one of his high school buddies! There also lurked in the back of his mind the thought that April and the Palmer girls might be more than mere kissing cousins. He was beginning to wonder, too, whether or not Chastity had told Marcy about her taboo desire for him. These thoughts swam in his brain, making him a bit lightheaded. They didn't make his hard-on go down, however. In fact his passion was building under their strange influence.

He looked over at his sexy sister, whose lusty body was just inches away from him. She was breathing heavily, her eyes tightly closed, her beautiful face wearing a lascivious smile. Rick's eyes were wide open and burning with lust as he rammed his cock into Chastity's flaming cunt. The waterbed rocked beneath them. Doug couldn't resist staring at Chastity's jugs as they swayed with the rocking of the bed. His nuts were aching to give up another load.

He sat up suddenly and touched April's cheek. She knew by his touch and the sudden swelling of his dick in her mouth that he was on the brink of coming again. She quickly stopped sucking his rod and got on her knees, her sweet ass sticking up invitingly. Doug took the cue and positioned himself on his knees behind her. They both found it difficult to hold their positions with the water sloshing beneath them.

Doug bent down and licked April's sweet cunt for a while. Then he eased his slippery dong into her wet hole and started bucking his ass, shoving his dick deep into her cunt from behind. He couldn't keep his eyes off the fucking going on next to him. He wanted to share in their fuck as well as enjoy screwing April's tight cunt. Any other time he would have had no qualms about changing partners and joining Rick in fucking his chick. This time the chick happened to be his sister, and he couldn't quite bring himself to take the final step, not yet at least. But he felt his resistance melting fast, just as it had under Chastity's onslaught at Silver Lake.

The more he watched Chastity writhing beneath Rick's tense muscular body the more he wanted to toss caution to the winds and fuck her. He felt high on something, as if he had taken some powerful drug that blotted out everything in the mind except the sex urge. He knew that he had only taken a drag or two on a take. He realized after some reflection that it was his sister who was that drug. It was his sister whose mere presence was turning him into an amoral, sex-crazed animal. He was so sexed-up that he was losing all control.

Doug pulled out of April's cunt and told her to lie down on her back. Then he began fucking her in the missionary position for a while. Chastity and Rick were so close to April and Doug that April's legs were touching Chastity's. Doug looked behind him and saw that April had thrown her leg over Chastity's. Chastity made no effort to remove it. Instead, she moved closer to April and her brother. The participants in the wild fuck were no longer trying to avoid each other's eyes. Doug and Rick were screwing their respective chicks in unison now. When they noticed how their fucking motions coincided, they both laughed out loud.

Rick pulled out of Chastity's cunt and struggled to hold himself up on his knees on the waving bed. His thick, glistening pussy-stuffer stood out in front of him like a baseball bat. Chastity sat up and started sucking his dong while fingering the puffy, red flesh of he dribbling cunt. Doug pulled out of April's cunt and got on his knees, too. April got up and sucked Doug's rod just as Chastity was sucking Rick's.

Doug suddenly got the shock of his life. Rick reached out and put his hand on Doug's back to steady himself. This didn't bother Doug particularly. It did bother him when Rick moved his hand to his ass and squeezed his buttcheeks. He thought he would jump out of his skin. He had never had another man's hand on bin ass except by accident during close-quarters screwing. Rick's action was obviously not an accident, and he wasn't content with play with Doug's ass, either. He reached behind him and grabbed his balls. Doug was too turned on by the madness of the double fuck to do anything about his buddy's hand on his nuts. He just swallowed and tried to ignore it.

Then Chastity reached out to feel April's tits. April was quick to reciprocate. They stopped sucking the boys' cocks and almost seemed to forget about them. Soon they were kissing each other and rubbing their tits together. Chastity's hand found April's wet cunt and massaged the steaming lips of her excited box. April did the same for Chastity, fingering her puffy pink gash expertly. Rick continued to play with Doug's nuts with one hand while jacking himself off with the other.

"Hey, you two!" Doug said. "Remember us?"

"Sorry, Doug," April said.

April grabbed Doug's slippery dong and pulled him toward her. He knelt beside her and let her suck at his dickhead. Chastity crawled off to one side and diddled her drooling cunt while she watched the others. Rick finally let go of Doug's balls and pushed his dick down to April's busy lips. She started sucking both rods at the same time, her pretty cheeks stretched out of shape by the two swollen cocks.

"Suck those fuckers!" Rick rasped, clenching his teeth. "Suck 'em good! Rub 'em together! That's the way, baby! Suck!"

"Yeah! Eat those dicks! Eat 'em!" Doug shouted.

"Hush, Dougie," Chastity giggled. "You'll have everyone up here in a minute."

"Who gives a fuck?" Rick said. "That's what we're here for, ain't it? Let 'em come! We'll fuck every chick in the fuckin' house!"

Doug found the thought a bit sobering. He could stand trying to fuck every chick in the house. Letting them all in on the fact that he was double-fucking with his sister was another matter. He decided to keep the noise down to avoid attracting sight-seers. He continued rubbing his tool against the inside of April's soft cheek.

"Doesn't anybody have time for poor little me?" Chastity whined at length.

Chastity couldn't see playing with her twat while all that sucking was going on so nearby. Rick pulled his cock out of April's mouth and crawled on his knees over to Chastity, straddling her and starting to rub his dick against her face. She curled her tongue and flicked it at his balls, which hung down far enough to graze her chin when he moved. Suddenly Rick reached behind him and grabbed Doug's dick. Doug was shocked a bit and worried about what he somehow knew was about to happen next. There was little he could do about it. He had to go where Rick was pulling him or have his rod broken. It was an easy choice.

In a flash his cock was rubbing against his sister's mouth. The two dripping pales were covering her face with preseminal fluid. Doug took his cock his hand and pushed it against her lips. Without a moment's hesitation Chastity opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around her brother's prick. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She found his eyes blazing with lust and not a trace of shame or anger.

Doug's mind was being blown along with his prick. Every muscle in his young body was twitching with tension. He closed his eyes involuntarily and rocked back and forth blindly, forcing his cock farther and farther into his sister's mouth. He had never been so lost in the pleasures of sex. He felt as though Chastity were sucking his will out through his cock, leaving him nothing but his lust-crazed body.

Rick fell over on top of April again and started ramming his hard meat into her widespread cunt, leaving the brother and sister alone to enjoy themselves.

Enjoy themselves they did. Doug reached behind him and down between Chastity's legs. He clamped his hand over her pussy and squeezed her hot box. Her legs jumped when he touched her where no brother's hand belonged. Up forced his fingers into her hole, spreading her cunt open and tickling the inside of her juicy quim. He felt the muscles of her cunt working against his fingers. He rubbed his knuckles against her tilt, sending shivers up her spine. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and fell against her, his slippery fuck stick rubbing against her belly.

Doug voraciously nibbled at her nipples and lapped at the golden globes of her boobs. He kissed her between her tits and down a trail to her navel. He twisted his tongue in her navel and nibbled at the soft skin around it. Then he moved his head down between her legs and gazed at the pink gash of her hot cunt. She spread her legs wide, holding her ankles and forcing her long legs apart. She breathed heavily, her big tits heaving, quaking. Doug pushed his tongue into her spread hole, sucking the free-flowing juices of his sister's cunt into his mouth. She pulled her ankles harder, forcing her legs wider apart, opening her gushing cunt lewdly to him, driving them both mad with lust.

"Stick your cock in my cunt!" she cried. "Fm my cunt! Fuck me!"

Doug was quick to respond to her begging. He jumped up and held himself over her, then reached down and positioned his hard-on between his younger sister's legs. He knew that he would not have to be gentle with her. He bucked his ass once and forced the whole nine inches of his rod into her wet cunt. She cried out when he impaled her snatch with his thick cock and began moving under him, responding to his driving thrusts. She reached up and grabbed at him, squeezing his muscular sides and scratching his back with her long fingernails.

"I'm gonna fuck you like you never been fucked!" Doug shouted. "I don't give a shit if you are my sister! You're gonna get screwed and you'll never forget it, baby!"

"Yes! Yessss! Please! Screw me! Please screw me, brother! I want you to fuck me hard and fast!" she hissed.

April suddenly had the urge to participate in Doug and Chastity's fun and games. She and Rick couldn't help themselves now. There was something about watching the brother and sister fucking that turned April and Rick on wildly. There was something bad about it, something bad and wild and irresistible.

April crawled over behind Doug and started sucking his balls as he banged away at Chastity. She crushed her face against his bouncing nuts and washed them with her tongue. Rick got behind April and shoved his prick into her cunt from the rear. April's firm young ass was upturned and ready for him. Her butt was soon wet with Rick's free-flowing sweat as he slapped his lower stomach against her asscheeks with each thrust in her juicy twat.

Wet sucking sounds and soft groans filled the room as the four young fuckers went at sit. It wasn't long before Chastity cried out in the throes of her climax. She tensed her cunt muscles and threw her legs out, wrapping them tightly around her brother's back. Doug increased his speed and fucked her hard, slamming into her twitching hole until he felt his tool harden and snap up against the inside of his sister's cunt. Then he thrust into her cunt one last time and stiffened above her, moaning with lust as his tails unloaded their accumulated charge of hot spunk, shooting into her and filling her cunt with his seed until it spurted out around her pussylips.

Chastity closed her eyes and let her mind drift for a while as if carried away by the water sloshing beneath them. Her legs relaxed by degrees and fell upon the bed. Doug collapsed upon her and rested his face in the crevice between her soft boobs, while April started licking the sperm that had dribbled from Chastity's pussy and stuck to Doug's crotch. Rick continued to fuck at April from behind.

Rick gasped suddenly and shoved his cock into April's cunt so hard that she fell against Doug's back. With a deep groan, Rick exploded inside her twat. While his dick was still squirting his load, he pulled out of her hole and let his gun shoot sperm all over her back, then rubbed his hand in the thick fuck juice and spread his seed until it covered her soft back with glistening moisture.

At last they all collapsed and lay together side by side on their backs for a few minutes in pure bliss. Neither Doug nor Chastity had ever felt such violent orgasms before. It was as if their minds had experienced orgasms as well as their bodies. Both brother and sister were drained of energy for the time. They felt united now in a way neither could describe or even comprehend fully. Both knew that it was the beginning of a new relationship between them.

Doug was not afraid that Rick or April would spread the story of his having fucked his sister. They had joined the fuck so totally that he trusted them with his secret. April and Rick had served as a bridge between Chastity and Doug, a bridge without which they could never have taken the final step toward their new union. Letting anyone else in on the secret was another matter entirely.

Someone suggested a quick shower to freshen everyone up for more hot fucking. April said that there was a shower upstairs that was probably unoccupied. Doug and Chastity wanted to shower together but not downstairs where someone might discover them at it. The four sneaked down the upstairs hall together arm in arm. They found the shower big enough for all four at once.

They soaped each other up, being careful not to touch each other's crotches. Rick lathered April's pussy until it looked like a cream pie. He then took the bar of soap and started rubbing it against her cuntlips. He inserted the bar lengthwise and started kicking her hole with it with a rapid in and out motion. She leaned up against the shower stall and raised one leg, dropping it and resting it on Rick's broad shoulder.

Doug in the meantime was rubbing Chastity's pussy with a soapy washcloth. He held the ends of the cloth between the fingers of both hands and sawed the cloth back and forth between her legs, running it up and down slowly between her gaping cuntlips. Chastity had managed to lather up the hair on Doug's crotch and had piled a small mountain of soap suds on the end of his dick, which was rock-hard and ready again.

Chastity reached down to Doug's towering prick and rubbed the soapy cockhead between her thumb and forefinger. She sent shivers up and down his spine with each touch of her thumb. The more she rubbed his dick the faster he sawed the washcloth against her cuntlips. In no time at all Chastity felt herself reaching an orgasmic climax again. It wasn't anything like the one she had felt earlier in bed, but it was easily powerful enough and beautiful enough to force a little cry from somewhere deep inside her.

When he heard her whimper, Doug dropped the washcloth and ducked under her, forcing his mouth against the gash of her soapy box. He stuck his tongue up her cunt, mindless of the soap that covered her twat. He licked the inner walls of her musky cunt as far as his tongue could reach, tongue-fucking her quivering hole. He wanted to shove his burning rod deep into his sister's belly again. He pushed up against her and rubbed his soapy tool against her lower belly.

He was about to guide his dick into her cunt when Rick slapped him on the ass and told him that they should probably go back downstairs before anyone missed them and came looking. Doug and Chastity agreed with the safety measure and reluctantly stopped their play. It was decided that they should break up for the night and go back downstairs in their original pairing.

"Sure am glad I was here tonight!" Rick said.

"Why, Rick darling?" Chastity purred, sidling up to the tall boy and rasping his prick.

"Just watchin' this incest thing! Jesus Christ! This is gonna give me a permanent hard-on for weeks!" Rick said. "You two are somethin' else!"

CHAPTER FIVE

Downstairs the party was in full swing. The two couples split up and sought their fun and games separately. Everyone thought that, under the circumstances, it would be best to keep some distance between Doug and Chastity. Some people might not have understood or condoned their newfound freedom together.

The sweet-smelling marijuana smoke was so thick in the air that Doug almost had to part it with his hands as he went through the room. Thick and hazy as the atmosphere was, it did not keep Doug from finding the beautiful Twila Lane. She had the mysterious power to attract men to her like moths to a flame. She was still seated in the white velvet chair when Doug found her. She had removed her red lace pantyhose and was now stark naked and as sultry as a hot summer night. She sat on the edge of the chair, her legs spread wide and her head thrown back. She moved her long dark brown legs slowly in time with the soul music that throbbed in the air. Robert Williams was on his knees before her, lapping at her rosy gash. Twila's pantyhose were draped over Robert's shoulder.

Doug's thick rod jerked visibly when he saw her being eaten out so expertly by the young black stud. He stood in the shadows watching the cunt-lapping action and stroking his cock. All around him the music surged and the dim light of the fireplace filled the room with ever-changing colon. Twila seemed at the moment to be the center of that light and music, the dark and dangerous whirlpool around which Doug's lusty sensations flowed.

Doug realized that both Twila and her stud were well-aware that he was standing a few feet away watching them and playing with his dick. He hoped that it would be only a matter of time before one or the other of them asked him to join in the fun. He didn't much care for jerking off when there was so much hot cunt to be had just for the asking.

He could have gone elsewhere for his pleasure. All around him were chicks in various states of undress who would have jumped at the chance to spread their legs for him. But he was fascinated by Twila at the moment. He wanted her dark and dusky body. He would wait all night if necessary. He had to at least touch her lusty coffee-hued boobs or get his hands an her dark velvety legs.

Doug knew that Twila rarely fucked white boys. He also knew that her preference for dark meat was a matter of esthetics rather than prejudice. Doug wanted to fuck her for the same reasons he always wanted to fuck luscious girl, not because of the workings of a prejudiced mind.

Robert was working away between Twila's legs while Doug watched. He was no longer merely eating out her pussy. He had stiffened his tongue and warn ramming it into her cunt like a small prick. He rocked his head back and forth, slapping his chin against the lower part of her cunt with each thrust of his tongue into her free-flowing twat.

Robert reached down and gave a few tugs on his big uncircumcised cock occasionally while he tongue-fucked her gushing hole. She reached out her hand and patted him on the head every time his tongue entered her dripping cunt. It wasn't long before Twila had to acknowledge the presence of the horny white boy jacking off in the shadows.

In order to make his presence more obvious, Doug made certain that his hand made loud slurping sounds every time it slipped up and down over the swollen head of his dripping whang. It wasn't long before he had succeeded in attracting her attention. She opened her soft eyes ever so slightly and glanced leisurely in his direction.

"Hello, Doug," she drawled sweetly. "Getting lonesome over there all by yourself?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Twila baby," he replied, still stroking his dick.

"Twila, baby?" Twila said with a mock-serious tone. "Aren't we familiar?"

"I'd like to get that way," Doug grinned at her.

"Perhaps we could arrange that. Would you like to help Robert down there?" she asked, glancing down between her wide-open legs.

"Okay by me," he answered coolly.

"Okay?" she said, raising her voice a bit. "What do you mean okay? Just okay? Come on, honey, I know you've been aching to get your dickie in my hot black pussy all night."

"Guess what, Twila, you're right," Doug laughed.

"I knew you wanted it ever since I saw you staring from across the room when Robert's brother was screwing me," she smiled. "No need to worry, Doug Anderson. I like white boys, too, once in a while."

"Do you, Twila?" Doug grinned.

"When they have such nice big cocks like yours I do," she said. "Come on over, stud honey."

"Sure it's all right then?" he asked, looking at Robert.

"Shit, yeah! We can get it on real good with three of us!" Robert added, looking up from his cunt feast for a moment or two.

Doug approached Twila with a cocky stride, his arching dick swaying as he walked. He stopped close enough to let her reach out and wrap her long fingers around his hard meat. She laughed deep in her throat and told him once again how much she liked his white dick. She slipped her hand up and down over his pale, masturbating him slowly, making his dick seep more and more cream. She scraped her very long fingernails against the underside of his cockhead, making him wince with the intense pleasure of it. Then she slapped his dick with the back of her velvet hand hard enough to make it slap up against his stomach. He jumped back from her involuntarily when she hit his rod.

"What's the matter, Doug? Don't you like to get rough?" she asked, smiling a sultry smile. "I can be real mean when I feel the devil in me."

"I'll just bet you can," Doug grinned.

She seized his hard prick and pulled him to her again. She was twisted in the chair so that she could face Doug and still keep her cunt straight in front of Robert's face. Eager to get his hands on her, Doug dropped down on his knees quickly, pulling his dick down with him and out of her grasp.

"You took my toy away, Doug. That's not fair!" she said in a pouting voice.

"You gotta share your toys with me too, Twila," Doug replied.

He couldn't imagine any more suitable toys for a boy his age than Twila's pendulous, chocolatey boobs. Her tits were not quite as big as his sister's but they were lovely nonetheless. Her nipples were very large and the areolas that surrounded them were a sight to behold. He grabbed her closest boob and traced with his finger the shaded circle of her areola. He popped the hard point into his mouth and sucked on it, surprised to detect the taste of lemons on her tits. As his tongue wandered over her jugs, he discovered that the lemon trail ran in spirals around her tits and down between them all the way to her navel. He followed the trail past her navel and down into the hair of her luscious pussy.

Doug had to stand up again and lean down and forward to lick and kiss the tongue-tingling lemon of her chocolate skin. As soon as he stood up far enough, she took his prick in her hand again and started beating him off, all the while continuing to sway slowly to the soul beat. As Doug's head moved closer to her cunt, he felt Robert's afro hitting the top of his head as he tongue fucked Twila's twat. Doug's rod was now standing up straight in front of Twila's beautiful face. Unable to resist the temptation, she engulfed the big knob with her soft lips. He continued to play with the hair on her cunt for a while, then stood up and walked around in front of her. He got down on his knees between her legs. Robert put one hand on the inside of one of her knees and pushed her leg away from him. Doug did the same to the other leg. Between the two of them and with Twila's help they were able to spread her long legs apart until they were completely splayed out. Her cunt was gaping now and there was room for two heads between her legs.

Doug concentrated his attentions on one side of her cunt while Robert tongued the other side of her blazing box. Robert held the raged lip of her twat with his fingers while he licked up and down the rosy-pink flesh on the inner side. It wasn't long before both tongues were working inside her oozing cunt hole. Twila was in ecstasy and getting the tongue job of her life.

The two boys jacked themselves off while they ate out Twila's gushing cunt. They took turns sucking her clitoris, thrilling her in every fiber of her body. She fondled her own tits and ran her hands up and down her sides. Doug stood up again and stood at Twila's side. He wanted her hand on his aching prick again. She turned to face him and gripped his hard-on between both hands, jacking him eagerly. He leaned backward away from her and arched his back, thrusting his dick out and up toward her. He remained in that position for a while, tensing his buttcheeks to increase the sensation deep within his nuts while Twila pumped his tool with both hands.

Robert wanted to fuck her, so he stood up and forced his big black tool between her widespread legs. She gasped as the hard dong entered her aching snatch. Doug felt her hands squeezing his rod even harder when Robert thrust his thick cock into her cunt. Robert rocked back and forth inside her twat for a while. Then he fell forward and leaned his hard-muscled body against her. He kissed her full on the lips and started bucking his ass in quick short strokes. He kept bucking against her while Twila slid her hands up and down over Doug's hard prick.

After a while Robert got up and walked over to Twila's side. She took his dick in her mouth and sucked him while jerking off the white stud standing next to her. Doug thought that she was a master at handling two dicks at once.

Thinking that it was time to fuck her himself, Doug straightened up and removed his prick from Twila's clasping hands.

"Ready for my dickie?" Doug teased, shaking his dripping rod in front of Twila's face.

"I'm ready, honey. Why don't you just slip that dickie right into my cunnie, Doug?" Twila urged in a low sweet voice.

Robert reached over and pulled her head toward him again. He told her to quit talking and start sucking. She took his cock in her mouth once again and bobbed her head back and forth on his rod. His prick was dripping so profusely that Twila's lips and chin were covered with his slippery pre-cum. Doug took Robert's former position between Twila's legs. He manipulated the lips of her wet cunt for a while, then slowly slipped his cockhead into her puffy gash. He put the prick to her for a few pleasant minutes, squeezing her tits as he fucked her. Robert merely stood motionless with his hands on his hips and enjoyed the blow job she was giving him.

Doug thought another position would be fun for a while, so he got to his feet and asked Twila to get up, too. She took her lips off Robert's fuck stick and stood up. Doug asked her to arch her back over the arm of the big chair and lean backward as far as she could. She did as he suggested. Her cunt was wantonly exposed, the flushed red meat inside glistening invitingly. Her quivering tits were flattened but somewhat against her chest. Doug bent down and kissed the delicate flesh under her chin and trailed his tongue down her throat. While he kissed her, he eased his dick into her cunt again. Twila's athletic young body was relaxed even in that unnatural position. She was almost as practiced at high school gymnastics as she was at extracurricular sexual gymnastics. Doug had heard that she could fuck in almost any position imaginable, and seeing her perform for him like a contortionist made him believe the rumors.

While Doug fucked her, Robert positioned himself behind her so that his stiff dick was sticking out over her face. Twila raised her shoulders and arched her neck backward until Robert could face fuck her. His dickhead bumped against the base of her tongue each time he pushed it into her face, her nose rubbing against the underside of his swollen prick. She reached up behind her and grabbed Robert's black balls, pulling on them like taffy.

Robert reached out and grabbed her tits. Doug reached under her and squeezed her full firm buns, tickling her asshole with his finger at the same time. Both of Twila's eager studs started fucking faster in and out of her face and cunt, and she cried out suddenly as her climax surged through her, making her cunt spasm madly around Doug's pistoning cock.

Robert pulled out of her mouth when he was just ready to come. He held his dick in his fist and pumped it furiously until huge quantities of thick white sperm shot out into the air, splattering all over Twila's tits and Doug's stomach. When her tits were saturated with slippery cum, he bent over and started sliding his half-hard black cock between her boobs.

Just then Doug squirted his load inside her cunt. It was a big load, considering the fact that he had already emptied his balls twice that evening, but he was far from finished for the night. He breathed deeply and fell against her when he began to come, his hot cum shooting through his dick like molten lead. Twila wrapped her strong young legs around his back and squeezed him hard as he shot into her cunt. He felt her strong cunt muscles working on his deflating dick, draining out the last drop of turn. Robert continued pumping his dick between Twila's boobs. While he slid his slippery dong back and forth, he let his balls hang over her face, and she began nibbling at his nuts, taking them into her mouth one at a time.

Doug withdrew reluctantly from Twila's sucking cunt and grinned at Robert, whose eyes were misty and vacant. Robert was lost in the frenzy of animal lust. Doug knew that Twila and her young black friend wanted to go at it again together at least one more time. Doug's dick had really gotten a workout in the past hour or two. He needed a rest before pumping cunt again. He wiped the cum dribbling from his prick on the back of his hand and smoothed it on the side of Twila's face. She let Robert's nut drop from her mouth long enough to blow Doug a kiss as he walked silently away from her. He shook his limp pick at her with a dirty grin, deciding to sit down and watch somebody else fuck for a while.

He found a chair by the fireplace and sat down to watch Joey and Tammy finish off their fuck. Tammy could really screw when she finally calmed down. She was still giving Joey a tumble for his money. Doug was just beginning to relax and enjoy the show when April walked up behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Want to see a real show, Doug? It's guaranteed to stiffen up your dick. Sound interesting?" she whispered.

"Shit April, you sound like an old broad at a circus I went to last year down in Brownsville. She had a show goin' all right. Hope you've got somethin' better in mind," Doug snickered.

"Best show going. In fact it's so good we can't even put it on out here in front of all these impressionable children. It's only for the discriminating few," she said.

It didn't take much to interest Doug in sex. He got up and followed April's naked and quivering ass. She led him up stairs again, but this time to a different bedroom. April knocked three times on the door. The door creaked open by itself. Doug followed April in. There, sitting an the edge of a large bed, was Darlene, stripped naked and ready to ball.

Darlene's cunt was not empty. A very large plastic dick was stuck between her legs, buried perhaps a third of its length in her twat. It had a small switch on the end. Doug could hear it humming as it vibrated in the delicate flesh of Darlene's young cunt. The young girl held another dildo in her hand.

Marcy suddenly jumped from behind the door and wrapped her arms around Doug's naked waist.

"You keep scarin' me like that and I might never get it up again," he said.

Doug couldn't keep his eyes off Darlene. She was well-aware of his rapt attention and slowly spread her young legs to give him a better view of her downy pussy and the big dildo sticking in it. Already he felt his prick beginning to stir. April got him a straight-backed chair and suggested that he sit and relax while Marcy and Darlene had some fun an the bed.

Marcy was wearing a black-lace bra with holes in the ends of the cups through which her hard nipples protruded. She was also wearing a black-lace panty with no crotch at all. Her furry pussy looked even more exposed than it had when she was totally naked. Around her beautiful pale white neck she wore a shining silver chain.

Doug could tell that things were about to get a bit kinky. After fucking his own sister, dicking a hot black piece, and screwing half of the Palmer family, Doug was ready for anything. He just sat there and enjoyed the show. April knelt at his feet and buried her head between his legs. She didn't start actively sucking his cock but merely buried her face in his crotch hair.

Doug rested his hands on her head, feeling her warm breath against his hairy pain. She slung her arms over his legs to hold herself up comfortably, her pendulous tits brushing against the insides of his legs. His limp prick continued to stir. The fragrance of April's perfumed body mingled with the scent of his own cum and Twila's musk that still remained between his legs and wafted past his nostrils.

Marcy approached her sister as if she were a stalking cat. She got down on her knees and crawled between Darlene's wide-spread legs, sniffing her sister's pussy and starting to lick around the thick plastic prick that filled her hole. Darlene managed to hold the heavy thing in place while Marcy licked around it.

Darlene's musky lubricating juices oozed out between the dildo and the lips of her tightly clenched cunt, and her sister lapped up the juices as they seeped out. The dildo hummed away inside her hole, stimulating the sensitive flesh of her young clitoris. She put her hands behind her head and stretched comfortably, raising her ass off the bed a bit and thrusting the plastic dick and her young cunt closer to Marcy's face. Marcy grasped the dildo at the end and began to move it from side to side slightly. She pushed the switch down another notch. The electric humming grew louder as the fake dick started vibrating faster against her sister's clit. Darlene gasped when she felt the big humming thing shift into second gear inside her horny young cunt.

Marcy wrapped her fingers around the dildo and forced it farther into Darlene's wet, hot hole. She moved the dong in and out slowly at first and then with increasing speed and urgency. Darlene began to respond to the powerful effect of the electric cock and her sister's expert manipulation of it. Darlene began to writhe when Marcy pushed the switch into its highest speed position. Marcy was now pushing the dick up to half its length inside her sister's cunt and pulling it out until only its flexible head was buried inside. Darlene picked up the other dick that she had dropped on the bed beside her. She held the thing to her mouth and started licking it, squeezing it tighter with each thrust of the dildo inside her gushing box.

When Darlene was on the brink of a climax, Marcy pulled the dildo out of her cunt, making her sister cry out in horny frustration. Marcy smiled wickedly and told her that it was her big sister's turn. She said that she might put the dick back in her cunt if she promised not to come yet. Darlene promised to control herself until her older sister was ready for her to come.

Marcy kept her promise and inserted the dick inside her gaping hole once again. She told Darlene to get on her knees. Darlene obeyed, still holding the humming dildo between her cuntlips. Marcy knelt in front of her sister with her back to her, bending down until her face was touching the floor. Her hot ass was only a few inches from Darlene's pretty young face, and Doug could see that the hair wound Marcy's hot cunt was saturated with juice. Darlene took the rubber dick she had been holding in her hand and slipped it into Marcy's cunt from behind. The dildo was longer than the one she had inside her own horny young snatch, though not quite as thick. It was not equipped with a vibrator.

Darlene wasted no time on preliminary teasing. With one fast motion, she jabbed the fake dong all the way into her sister's hot cunt, making Marcy wince. Darlene held the end of the dildo between her palms and rubbed her hands together, twisting the dildo inside Marcy's hole. Marcy raised her head a little and smiled up at Doug and April.

April had pulled back from Doug's lap and was staring wide-eyed at the goings-on between her relatives. She had her hand between Doug's legs at the same time and was fondling his heavy nuts. Doug's rod was on the way to becoming hard as a rock again.

"Care to join us, April?" Marcy smiled.

"Do you mind, Doug honey?" April asked.

"Shit, no. You just go ahead and get it on. I'll get along all right by myself for a while," Doug said, taking his meat in his hand.

"We like to keep it in the family, Doug," Marcy snickered.

"So I noticed," Doug replied. "I guess it's kinda groovy when you get used to it," he admitted.

"It's a whole new world, isn't it, Doug?" April asked.

"Yeah. It's new all right," Doug said under his breath.

He didn't really want to talk about family sex yet for fear his sister's name might come up. The more he watched the Palmer sisters and their cousin having a great time without worrying about taboos the more he leaned toward his ultimate relationship with Chastity. His prick continued to rise as he thought about incest and his feelings for his sister.

April walked on her knees over to Darlene and Marcy. Marcy raised up so that April could slide under hex with her head between Marcy's legs. April propped herself up and licked the sticky juices out of her cousin's pussy.

While April ate Marcy's pussy, Marcy reciprocated and slurped away at April's sweet young twat. Darlene continued to fuck her sister's cunt with the plastic dick. Doug watched the three of them sucking and fucking each other with wild abandon, and suddenly wished he could see Chastity participating in the show. He stroked his growing cock while he watched.

"How 'bout helpin' me out over here for a while?" he said at length.

He expected one of the chicks to take his suggestion and work on him for a while. He was pleasantly surprised when all three of them got to their feel and ran toward him. Darlene threw the dude she had been fucking into her sister's cunt down on the floor, but she kept the vibrator in her own cunt even as she ran toward her young fucker.

In a flash the three horny girls were swarming around him. April palmed one of her tits in her hand and pushed it toward his face. Doug eagerly accepted it into his mouth and started sucking. Marcy stood opposite April at his side and rubbed her tit against his cheek while he sucked April's nipple.

When Darlene positioned herself between his legs and started going down on him, his dick rose up, swelling inside her fresh young mouth until it filled her face with hard male meat. She played with his big nuts while she sucked his tool. Marcy reached down and pinched his hard nipples, tracing around them with her finger. She was wild with sex-heat. April rubbed his muscular shoulders as he sucked her tits. Then she pulled her nipple from his mouth and started licking him all over his chest. Marcy did the same on her side of his body. She and April kissed and licked and sucked Doug's nipples while Darlene gobbled his hot cock.

Doug was going crazy with excitement. Having the three hot cunts working him over so expertly was too much to take. He felt almost helpless under their influence. He felt himself being pulled out of the chair by Marcy and April. They led him over to the bed. Darlene kept his hard dick in her mouth as he walked. She walked backward clumsily rather than letting his cock pull from her face.

Doug sat on the edge of the bed, which he assumed was Mr. and Mrs. Palmer's bed. He was then pushed on his back by the three hot chicks. He didn't mind being pushed around under the present circumstances. In fact he rather enjoyed being woman-handled by the aggressive girls.

"Why don't you roll over on your stomach, Doug? Let us work on you like that for a while. You've got a nice butt for a boy," April giggled.

"That's right, Doug baby, we can do things to your ass that you've never even dreamed of," Marcy said, picking up the dildo from the bed.

"What's the matter, Dougie? Don't you want to see what it feel like for us girls when you boys fuck us in the ass with your big hard clicks?" April teased.

"He sounds like a male chauvinist pig to me, April," Darlene giggled.

Doug couldn't help breaking up. A round of laughter followed, during which the three girls fell on their stud and wrestled him over on his stomach. Doug decided that he didn't mind getting fucked in the ass as long as a girl was doing the fucking. After all, he liked having a girl stick her finger up his ass once in a while while they fucked. Having that big dildo inside his ass was going to be a new experience though. He decided to relax and try to enjoy his first buggering.

After they had managed to get him on his stomach, Darlene sat on his back and spread the cheeks of his muscular ass. April took the dildo she was holding and tickled the crack of his ass with it. Marcy reached under Doug's body and found his jerking prick. She squeezed his tool and jacked him off with short jerking motions.

"Use the one with the motor in it, April," Darlene suggested. To wrestle Doug over on his stomach.

In the struggle Darlene had lost the electric dick from her cunt. April found the big dong and flipped the switch. It started to hum and vibrate in her hand. She spit on the head of it and rubbed it up and down the crack of Doug's ass. Then she moved it between Darlene's legs and got it wet and slippery with her cunt juices. She brought it back to Doug's ass and pushed the head of it against his puckered asshole.

After a few unsuccessful tries, the head of the fake dick entered his bung. Doug was rather apprehensive at first. As the dildo pushed farther and farther into his shitter, though, he really started to enjoy getting cornholed. The new sensation was like noting he had ever experienced. Darlene started fucking herself with the other plastic cock. Doug could feel the rubber dong sliding over his back as it went in and out of Darlene's pussy.

Marcy kept jerking on Doug's dick. The vibrating prick was moving at full speed in and out of his twitching whole now. April shoved the big dildo in his hung and pulled it out faster and faster and faster. It went in his ass so far that it rubbed against Doug's ultra-sensitive prostate. He could feel pre-cum dripping from his dick in ever-increasing quantities. He knew that he couldn't hold back his load much longer. He shot off when April shoved the hard dick into his ass up to the hilt, his balls emptying their hat load into Marcy's jerking hand. Doug bucked his ass as he came, slamming his dick against the mattress and Marcy's hand. He felt his hot cam spreading over his stomach as he hunched against the sheet.

Darlene cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed. She took the dildo in her mouth and sucked on it as she rocked back and forth in the throes of her quaking climax. April pulled the electric dick out of Doug's ass roughly, so roughly that Doug felt considerable pain. She wiped it on the sheet and then jammed it up her cunt.

April sat on the edge of the bed and fucked herself with the hard vibrator in a delirium of lust. Doug rolled over on his back again, throwing Darlene off him. She fell on her side and closed her eyes in bliss. Marcy rubbed her hands together, covering both hands with hot cum. Doug lay splayed out and somewhat exhausted after his fourth orgasm of the evening.

Marcy licked some of the cum off his stomach as he lay there like a fallen warrior. When she had cleaned him off fairly well, she crawled on top of him and straddled his face, forcing him to suck her cunt for a while. She jammed her cunt on his face so hard that he had to come up for air from time to time.

"Okay, girls. I've had it for a while. Gotta get some rest!" he said, pushing Marcy's twat off his juice-smeared face.

"You won't get any rest if you go downstairs. Jeanie Chambers tells me she wants you to fuck her a couple of times tonight," Marcy said.

"No rest for the wicked," Doug replied.

He slid off the bed and collapsed on the floor. He managed to pull himself together and crawl on-his knees to the door. The tree girls were laughing on the bed as they watched his exaggerated suffering. He opened the door and fell through it, turning around just long enough to give them all a final smile in thanks for their efforts.

He stood on the bottom landing of the stairs and watched his friends partying. Things were quieter than they had been earlier. The stereo was playing a cosmic sitar recording, filling the room with its mysterious vibrations. The fucking was still going on, but it was slower, as if everyone were trying to extract the most pleasure from the activity.

Susie Crane was stretched out on the sofa with Dave Connors' face pressed up against her twat. Doug wondered what the women's counselor at school would say if she saw the president of the Drama Club being eating out by the Mayor's son. Doug noticed that Susie was looking at Jeanie Chambers, who was jacking off Mark Roberts and Denny Smith at the same time. She was pumping away to the music and never missed a beat of the table. It wasn't long before Mark shot off and filled her armpit with cum. She aimed his squirting dick so that every shot splattered under her arm.

When her armpit was saturated with slippery sperm, she leaned over Denny's dick and held it under her arm. He got the message soon enough and began sliding his rod back and forth under her arm. She squeezed his prick there, to increase his pleasure, playing with Mark's half-hard dark while Denny jacked himself off.

The only fat girl at the party was Millie Daniels. She had enough pussy for five guys. Unfortunately, it was a chore to find her cunt, let alone get close enough to stick a dick in it. Nevertheless, Doug knew that Millie always had her share of fuckers. Doug couldn't groove on her himself, although he knew that she had fucking down to an art. There was something about all that flab that turned him off. Dan Corsoe seemed to like it well enough, though. Doug thought it was just a bit ridiculous to see Dan, who was six-three and as skinny as a lamppost, screwing Millie, who was less than five-one and built like a basketball.

Doug saw his sister through the thick smoky haze that filled the room. She was at the far end of the huge room, and Rick Davisson was fucking her in a standing position. She was leaning against the wall, enjoying being fucked at a leisurely pace.

Doug tried not to look over in her direction. He didn't want to express any public interest in her or her sexual activities. It occurred to him, however, that the list of people who knew about their mutual attraction was growing longer all the time.

Over at the other end of the room, Ron Clark was fucking Wendy Jones through the slit in her panties. Ron always seemed to be fucking chicks through their panties. It apparently didn't matter what the girl was wearing as long as she was partially clothed. Ron was still wearing his shirt even though the party had been in full swing for a long time by now. Wendy seemed to like the way he was fucking her, clothes or no clothes.

Doug didn't know exactly what made him look toward the window a few feet away from him. What he saw there almost made his heart stop.

He couldn't determine at first whether or not his eyes were deceiving him, but he hoped to hell they were. When he looked out the window, he thought he saw the face of his sister Dawn, pressed up against the glass with eyes wide-open. Her pretty lace disappeared into the darkness before he could get a good look.

He bounded to the window and peered out into the night. There was just enough light reflecting off the snow outside to reveal a small figure running into some bushes near the house. Now he was absolutely certain that it was his sister. He had no idea what she was doing out there or how she had gotten there, but he knew that he had to find out and damn soon.

He tied to find his pants, but had to settle for a pair of discarded jeans that he found on the floor.

His pants were too tight to zip up all the way so he pulled them up as far as he could and buckled them around him. He jumped into a pair of shoes and stumbled out the door, not taking time to put on a shirt. The air was a cold shock after the lazy warmth of the house. It had a sobering effect on him. He tried to gather his wits about him.

If it really was Dawn who was peeking in the window, and he knew now that it was Dawn, she surely had seen enough to cause Doug and Chastity a great deal of trouble if she told their parents about it. Doug's parents were liberated enough where sex was concerned to accept almost anything. If they found, however, that their daughter had been to an orgy and had observed a large group of high-school students participating in the most depraved of sex acts, an orgy attended by their son and daughter, it might be enough to change their attitudes and result in a mess for everyone concerned.

With that sobering thought in mind, Doug ran into the bushes after his sister. He found her there, huddling in the dark, covering her face with her hands and looking cold and very much afraid. He grabbed her arm and shook her hard, dragging her out into the open. He looked over his shoulder back at the house and saw that nobody was looking out the window yet. At least his panic-filled departure had gone unnoticed by the sexually preoccupied party-goers.

Dawn started to cry. Doug suddenly felt sorry for her. He noticed how cold and miserable she was and suddenly felt like an older brother again. He decided that the best thing to do at the moment was to get in out of the cold and talk the situation over before getting upset and making things worse. He told her to be quiet. She obeyed, more in fear than in understanding. He took her by the hand and led her stealthily around to the back of the house and through the back door.

Doug told his sister to sit down on a stool and stay there until he got back. He told her that everything would be all right and said that he wasn't mad at her. His reassurance had a soothing effect cc her. She sat down and shivered until the chill left her.

Doug found Chastity and took her aside. She had finished off her fuck and was resting by herself on a pile of pillows. She looked up expecting to see any boy but her brother. She knew that something was terribly wrong from the tone of Doug's voice and the urgency with which he helped her to her feet and all but dragged her away with him. She had no idea what was happening but knew that it was something serious.

"You're freezing Doug," Chastity said, a trace of worry in her voice. "What's the matter? Have you been outside in the cold?" she added.

"It's Dawn! I caught her peeking in the fuckin' window! She saw the whole fuckin' scene!" Doug said.

"Oh no, no, no! What are we going to do now, Doug?" she almost cried.

"First we gotta find a place where we can talk to her," he replied.

"There's a vacant room near the kitchen," she offered.

"Okay, just keep cool and everything'll be all right," Doug said, not quite believing his own words.

They found Dawn where Doug had left her. She was quieter now and not nearly as upset. Chastity took her by the arm and led her into the nearby vacant room. They sat her down in a comfortable armchair and knelt in front of her, trying to make her feel as relaxed as possible.

"What are you doing here, Dawn?" Chastity asked, quietly and with exaggerated nonchalance.

"I just wanted to see where you always go to on Saturday nights," she said.

"How did you get here, Dawn? It's miles from home, darling!" Chastity asked. "Surely you didn't walk!"

"I hid in the back of the station wagon and covered up with that big old blanket that Dad uses to cover up the engine when the weather's cold," she said, her innocent, blue eyes glittering with honesty.

"How long were you looking in that window?" Doug asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"Not very long, Doug. I stayed in the back of the car until I got too cold. Then I jumped up and down in the snow to try to keep warm. I wanted to go inside but I was afraid to," she said.

"You know that Mom and Dad are going to be mad at you when you get home. It's after midnight and you didn't even tell them where you were going," Chastity said.

"I… I… I told a fib. I told them I was going over to Aunt Ellen's," Dan said. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Dawn said, beginning to cry.

"Okay, Dawn. Let's not start crying now. I think it'll be all right if you told Mom and Dad you were going over to Aunt Ellen's. You stay there real late lots of times," Chastity said, looking at Doug with an expression of deep relief.

"Sure, Dawn. They'll never find out where you were," Doug said.

"But there is one thing, Dawn. You have to pro mine never to tell anybody what you saw through the window. Okay?" Chastity said.

"I promise," Dawn said, sounding relieved. Doug and Chastity were more relieved than their sister. Dawn hadn't mentioned seeing anything unusual through the window. Perhaps she was afraid to tell what she saw. Or perhaps the room was dark and hazy and the window frosted over so thickly that she hadn't seen anything clearly. They could only hope. Doug and Chastity got their clothes together and dressed quickly. They took their leave without saying any good-byes. Most of the party-goers were so stoned and sexed-up that they didn't notice who came and went. Doug jumped into his Porsche and Dawn and Chastity drove home in the station wagon in cold silence.

CHAPTER SIX

In the week following the party, Dawn's parents never once questioned the story Doug and Chastity had concocted to explain their sister's whereabouts that night. In fact not a word was said about the party by anyone, although Doug and Chastity could think about little else after their encounter on Marcy's waterbed.

Both Doug and Chastity were afraid that their mother might just happen to mention the story Dawn had told her to their aunt. They knew that such an accident could spell disaster. Under heavy questioning Dawn might break down and confess everything. Neither Doug nor Chastity knew yet what Dawn had witnessed that night, if indeed she had witnessed anything. They were afraid to ask.

Having been brought up in the company of such a sexually motivated and open-minded family, Dawn knew something about sex already. Her parents had told her at a very early age about the fundamentals of sex, from a biological standpoint at any rate. Bill and Rena had promised themselves to explain sex to Dawn more thoroughly in the near future. At the moment she knew just enough about the subject to be very curious when confronted with something new.

Had Doug and Chastity known exactly how much their sister had observed at the party, their worries would have been considerably increased. Dawn had watched the wild fucking through the window far longer than she had let on and she had seen more than enough to keep her young and impressionable mind busy for a long time.

Dawn couldn't help wondering what was going on inside Marcy Palmer's big living room that night. Any number of questions came to mind. Why was Marcy sitting on the floor all naked with her legs up high in the air? And why was that bay's head down between her legs? Was he kissing her? Why was that pretty black girl holding that black boy's thing in bet mouth? Why were some of the boys holding their things in their hands and rubbing them up and down? And why were some of the girls rubbing their pee-pees and sticking their fingers in there? Why were all those people doing all those funny things together in the same room? Dawn's knowledge of sex was purely clinical in nature. She knew that the man was supposed to put his penis between the woman's legs. She knew that the man's seed made a baby grow in the woman's belly. But why was Rick Davisson doing that to Chastity? She wasn't supposed to have a baby. She wasn't even married!

Dawn couldn't understand why Doug got so upset when he saw her peeking in the window. Everyone had been enjoying themselves it seemed. She knew that there wasn't anything wrong with the tamp they were doing because Doug and Chastity and many of their friends were there and they wouldn't do anything bad. Why then were Doug and Chastity so scared when they found out about her? She wanted to ask but was afraid to. She didn't want to upset them again.

She struggled with her promise to Doug and Chastity not to tell their secret. She hated to tell secrets and was afraid they would find out about it if she did. There was also the unpleasant possibility that her mother and father would be angry with her for staying out so late that night and lying about it. If they found out about her little lie, they might get mad. But it was worth the risk to get the answers to her questions. She might be expected to know how to do those things, too, when she went to high school. She thought that it would be safer to talk to her parents some time when Doug and Chastity were out of the house. She would wait until the next weekend.

Dawn thought Doug and Chastity would never leave that Saturday night. Doug finally went out after getting a call, supposedly from some guys who wanted to shoot some pool with him. Dawn seriously doubted that Doug really wasted time playing pool on Saturday nights after having so much fun the week before at Marcy's house. Chastity sat around for another hour talking to her mother about nothing in particular. Dawn was about to give up on her plan when the phone rang again. Chastity answered it and talked for what seemed like forever. She announced later that Rick Davisson was going to take her to a movie. She ran upstairs to get dressed. By the time she got back downstairs, it was eight o'clock. Rick arrived at eight-thirty and it was nine before they finally left.

It took Dawn another hour to summon up her courage before tackling the difficult task she had set for herself. She thought she had finally found a way to start the conversation with her mother when her father entered the room. Rena dropped the magazine she had been reading and smiled warmly when she saw him. He had been reading the paper and sipping a martini in the den. He sat down next to Rena on the sofa and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Dawn felt that her problem was now compounded. It wasn't that she had any qualms about talking of sex with her father. In fact both parents always shared the conversation with her when they talked about such things. But somehow Dawn felt that this conversation had to be different.

While Dawn was carefully considering her problem, Bill was considering how good a nice leisurely fuck would feel that night. In Bill's expert opinion, Rena was looking particularly alluring at the moment, not that she didn't always look alluring to him. She looked soft and tempting in her white feather-collared robe and fluffy white slippers. Her deep green eyes had that bedroom look about them.

Rena moved close to her husband when he sat down with her. Rena enjoyed using her womanly charms on Bill when she wanted to excite him. As far as shows concerned, marriage could still be an exciting experience if both partners treated each other as loves whose affection had to be sought after and won. She still knew haw to drive him crazy with lust.

Bill put his arm around Rena's shoulder and held her close to him. She snuggled still closer and dropped her hand to Bill's knee. That was as far as their petting could go in the presence of their daughter, who seemed to be concentrating on her homework only half-heartedly. Bill felt his cock stir a little. He knew that it would stir more than a little if he had his way.

"Dawn, how much homework do you have to finish?" he asked.

"Homework?" she replied, looking up as if she were brought suddenly back from a daydream. "Oh, not too much," she said.

"Wouldn't you like to do it tomorrow instead of tonight? You've had a pretty busy day," Bill said.

"Tomorrow? Sure… I can do it tomorrow if it's all right with you and Mom," she said, still not paying attention to her own words.

"Is something the matter Dawn?" Rena asked. "You seem far off somewhere."

"Oh, I guess I'm just tired," she said.

Dawn wasn't quite ready to start asking the questions that bothered her.

"I thought you might be, Dawn darling. Why don't you just call it a day and go upstairs to bed? You can watch your TV until eleven or so if you wish," Rena said.

"I'm not really tired, Mom, I'm just…" she said, still unable to say what was bothering her.

"You're what, Darling? Aren't you feeling well?" Rena asked, concern in her warm voice.

"No, no, I feel just great. I guess I am tired… sort of…" she replied.

"Then it's settled. Off to bed. Growing ladies need their beauty sleep, princess," Bill said.

There was a finality in her father's voice that told Dawn to consider her plans upset. She would have to wait until tomorrow to ask the many questions that danced in her mind. She also got the impression that her parents wanted to be alone for some reason. She kissed them good night and went upstairs to her room. Downstairs she was not missed.

As soon as Dawn left the room, Rena opened her robe and let her horny husband feast his eyes on her boobs. Her tits were a feast Bill never tired of. Rena recognized his passion for her tits and always made the most of it. She knew how he loved to hold her beautiful jugs in his strong hands and mold them, knead them, sending her into a frenzy to match his own.

Rent loved to be loved, to be desired, loved to use her perfectly proportioned body to excite her man. She loved to open herself to bun, loved to do all the things tat constantly reaffirmed her willingness to do anything and everything to keep him passionate and hot for her. She had always found it easy to keep Bill hot and horny.

Bill knew he had a prize in Rena. She had always been a prize, sought after by many men. And no wonder. She was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. As if great looks were not enough, she also had a more than amply supply of brains and an insatiable appetite for hot cock. Bill had to admit, women's lib notwithstanding, that it was her appetite for cock that had hooked him.

He knew that she had started using that beautiful body of hers. Her parents had been hill folk from Tennessee, people for whom free sex was a way of life. Bill had met her during his first year at Etherton College. Rena had won a scholarship and was studying physical education at Etherton. Physical education was hardly a subject she needed to study as far as Bill was concerned.

Bill would always remember the first time he saw her. She was standing on the front steps of the women's gym, wearing black tights. Bill decided then and there that he had to have her. Her body was one perfect curve with infinite variations repeated in her thighs, neck, ass and legs. He approached her cautiously, having discovered in his short time at Etherton that some of the sexiest Southern girls were as fragile as blown glass.

He was amazed to find her instantly attuned to his wavelength. She knew exactly what was on his mind and wasn't a bit adverse to it. After a brief and meaningless conversation, he asked her for a date. She gladly accepted. That very night he screwed the living daylights out of her. He kicked her in just about every position he knew at the time. She sucked his dick and let him eat her cunt out. In fact, there was nothing she wasn't willing and eager to do for him.

Bill kicked her regularly for several weeks. He found that no matter how regularly he kicked her, he never got enough of her luscious pussy. Every time he fucked her, she seemed fresh and new to him. He had to do something to claim this wild piece of ass far himself. He knew that she was constantly being bombarded by a barrage of tempting kick requests from the many campus studs who prowled the place like beasts of prey.

Bill felt sure that he could hold his own against the other stiff pricks at Etherton. Still there was the outside chance that some bastard might take her honey-cunt away from him. It occurred to him that the only way he could hold her would be through marriage. It was a difficult step for a confirmed young woman-chaser like Bill Anderson.

He loved everything about the many girls he had chased and he loved the chase itself. He enjoyed using the super-masculine image he had cultivated to work his way into a woman's heart and then into her cunt. And he loved to observe the games, postures, and deceits his girls used to trap him into marriage. So far he had resisted all attempts to tie his hands with the wedding knot.

Rena was something different. She never had to resort to fakery or tricks to lure men to her. Every man that saw her knew instinctively that they were seeing the real Rena Lamb Carey. They knew, too, that this girl had what it took to keep a man happy. It was this pure, clean, natural attractiveness that worried Bill most if she ever decided to take a man in marriage, she would be gone from the field in no time.

He eventually talked himself into taking the final step. He proposed while she was sucking his dick one night, a move he couldn't help chuckling about whenever the scene came back to him. To his surprise she laughed and told him that she would have to think it over. Her answer came as an ego-deflating shock to him, such a shock that he almost lost bin hard-on in her mouth. Never in his experience had he encountered a girl who had to think twice about marrying him. His girls usually went out of their way to trap him into marriage.

It was months before Rena finally agreed to marry him. Bill came to realize soon enough that those months were a test period during which she evaluated his sexual prowess before committing herself to him forever. He had to admit that the test was fair enough. During that time they had explored each other until each knew the other's body like his own.

All this had happened when Bill was nineteen and Rena was eighteen. Rena was thirty-nine now and very much a mature woman. But neither her delectable body nor her consuming lust for sex had deteriorated through the years. Bill was amazed to see how some of the girls he had known and fucked in his youth had allowed their bodies to fatten and grow ugly. Not his Rena.

If anything, she had improved with age. Her body was full and mature and even more sumptuous than ever. There was something softer, quieter, more mellow about her body now. Her style was more poised and self-assured. She was like a fine and rare wine fit for the most discriminating connoisseur. And yet she still retained the strength and vitality of youth.

It was this amazing and ultra-feminine woman who sat next to Bill on the seat now with her familiar yet always exciting tits exposed to him. Her luscious boobs were softly surrounded by the white fluffy feathers of her robe. A hint of tan remained on her skin from a recent trip she and Bill had made to the Bahamas. The light golden glow of the Caribbean sun still rested on her boobs, contrasting with the pure white of her robe.

Obviously in the mood for fucking and sure of her powerful effect upon her man, she untied the sash that held the downy robe around her. She crossed her soft golden legs, letting the downy robe fall open and settle around her. She was totally exposed to him now. Her delicious pussy nestled at the juncture of her crossed legs like a warm furry animal.

Eager to share the softness of her, Bill nestled his face in the warm, fragrant crevice between her boobs. The silken smoothness of her skin against his face made him appreciate once again the loving care with which Rena had always taken care of her body. Her tile were as silken and firm now as they had been when she was a girl of eighteen.

Rena knew exactly what to do to match Bill's every mood. In fact, she often created his moods herself. This particular evening she had applied a trace of musk oil to her tits, knowing how the exotic and sexy smell of it always excited him. He sniffed the peak of her tit and started gently nibbling on it.

Soon her nipple hardened and stood out from her boobs surrounded by little points of gooseflesh in the dark circle of her areola. He licked the shaded circle and kissed her jugs around and down where they swelled and came together to form her deep cleavage. They both knew how hr liked to grease his big hard cock with Vaseline and fuck her there between her tits.

He held her knockers in his big hands and crushed them together, rubbing one against the other and thrusting his tongue between them.

Rena's breathing became deeper and deeper as he manipulated her sensitive boobs. He continued to fondle a tit with one hand for a while, exploring her soft upper leg with his free hand.

He in his hot hand up and down the inside of her leg, stopping only an inch or two from her cunt. Rena held her breath each time her fingers came close to the sensitive flesh of her twat. He took his hand off her boob and got down on his knees at her feet. Even her feet were perfect and wildly exciting to him.

Bill cradled one of her beautiful perfumed feet in his hands and kissed her toes, worshiping her as if she were a goddess. He took her toes in his mouth one at a time and sucked them. Rena wiggled her toes in his mouth while he sucked on them. While he sucked her toes, he moved his hand up her leg until his fingers were touching the curly auburn hair of her cunt.

After he had paid homage to her feet, he started kissing her leg. He kissed it all the way to her tasty cunt. His lips passed from the soft skin of her inner leg to the curly hair of her fragrant pussy. He kissed her hairy twat all over, taking the hair into his mouth and pulling on it gently with his teeth.

Rena leaned back in the sofa and spread her legs wide while he nibbled at her crotch. His kisses reached the puffy lips of her snatch. His tongue worked its way between her pouting cuntlips and played with the swollen bud of her clitoris. She shivered noticeably each time his tongue flicked across her tingling clit. Her cunt was alive with sexual fire.

Bill's balls were alive with the same fire. By now his cock was throbbing against the material of his thin knit slacks and begging to be released. His under shorts were already soaked with the hot fluid that his sexy wife was coaxing out of his hard cock. He reached down between his legs and quickly unzipped his pants, violently ripping open the fly of his shorts.

Bill's thick, swollen dong lunged out and bobbed up and down with the pressure of the hot blood pounding in it. Pre-cum dripped from his dickhead, falling to the floor in long strands and dropping onto the rug. Rena raised up and bent forward to see her horny husband's dripping tool. She had to suck an his tasty cock for a while.

Bill knew that Rena would want his dick in her mouth as soon as he had released it from the confinement of his shorts. She never could resist a hard cock, especially one as big and juicy as her husband's. Wanting to satisfy her craving for hard meat, he got up and stood before her with his hands in his pockets. His cock stood out in front of him a good nine inches. Rena licked her lips and moved forward until those tempting lips were almost touching his tool. Bill's muscles tensed in anticipation. Before touching his cock, she reached inside his shorts and pulled out his big hairy balls, letting them hang down outside through his fly. She reached up under his cock and touched his balls with her fingertips.

She felt his scrotum tighten when she finally kissed his slippery cockhead. She pressed her hot lips against the rosy knob, kissing it all over and flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside. She nibbled at his pisshole, being careful not to bite down on it too hard. She tickled his big nuts with her fingernails while she kissed his cock. Then she opened her mouth and plunged down onto his aching joint, swallowing his rod deep into her throat. She had learned through long and dedicated practice to take the whale nine inches of his dong into her mouth, and she sucked hard on the shaft of her husband's cock where it disappeared into a deep nest of black hair. Bill could feel her biting down on the thick root of his prick.

By now, Bill was more than ready to screw Rena. When he pulled his prick away from her sucking mouth, Rena got the message and sat back in the sofa, spreading her legs wide. Bill positioned himself between her legs and pressed his cockhead against her cunt. He rubbed his knob in the hair of her snatch for a while until her brown pussy hair was wet with his lubricating fluid then slipped his huge cock into her oozing hole. She moaned softly while he stroked into her cunt. He quickened the pace of his fucking, feeling his wife tense every fiber of her body. Bill felt his dick getting harder and harder, longer and longer as he balled his hot-fucking wife. When they were both at the peak of passion, Rena looked up at her husband with glazed, half-slitted eyes.

"We should be doing this in bed, not down here in the living room," she gasped between deep breaths.

"What's wrong with it?" Bill asked, not really paying much attention to her words.

"Doug or Chastity might come home early and catch us screwing," she panted in a brawny voice.

"Not much chance," Bill grunted, still fucking away at her. "Doug's still sticking his dick into some chick of his. He'll be out half the night getting his rocks off. Damn kid's a chip off the old block, Rena."

"I guess you're right, darling. But what if Chastity comes home early? You wouldn't want her to see us fucking, would you?" Rena asked.

"It wouldn't kill her," Bill laughed.

"No, I don't suppose it would," Rena said.

"Besides, I don't think we'll be seeing her till morning, Rena baby. I'm pretty sure our Chastity's out doing pretty much the same thing Doug's doing. We both know pretty well how she likes to get her kicks screwing around with Rick. We always encouraged her in fucking, didn't we? Sure. We've got plenty of time. You don't think Rick Davisson really took her to some stupid movie, do you?" Bill asked, still humping into Rena's cunt.

"No, that doesn't sound like the Rick we know," Rena laughed.

"Little lady, you worry too much," Bill said.

Rena wrapped her long legs around Bill's waist and was rocking back and forth to match his fucking movements. Bill had grabbed two handfuls of hot tit while Rena had thrown her arms around his strong neck and was hugging herself to him.

They were as close together as they could possibly get in their position, and they were getting hotter and hotter by the minute.

"You're still the same stud I married, Bill. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my curt!" Rena hissed.

"And you're even hotter and better than you were when I married you, Rena baby! You've got a hot sweet pussy, baby! Take it all in there! Suck it in! Work those cunt muscles! Take it all!" Bill growled.

"Your cock's so big! I can feel it way up inside my belly! Shove it in! Fuck my twat! Push it up my curt!" she hissed in his ear.

"I will, Rena! You're a hot piece! I'll fuck you crazy, you hot-assed cunt!" Bill roared.

"Hush, Bill! You'll wake Dawn!" she whispered. "Who gives a fuck? When I fuck you, I don't care what the fuck happens! You know that! You're too much for me, baby!" he said, wildly excited.

"Yeas! Yessss! I know! You're the horniest husband a woman ever had! Fuck me! Just fuck me with your hard cock!" she said, rocking back and forth on his cock with ever-increasing speed.

"We're all horny in this tacking house! Me, you, the kids! We're all hot and horny!" Bill said, picking up his wife and thrusting his rod even deeper into her gushing cunt.

Rena tightened her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He held, her up on his long rigid prick.

"Yessss! We're all horny! We must be lucky or something!" she said in a wildly turned-on voice, bouncing up and down on her husband's hard dick.

"We're all horny because we like hot goddamn fucking!" Bill gasped. "The bays are horny because they've got healthy cocks! Chastity's hot all the time because she inherited your juicy pussy and your wild drives, baby! They're just like other kids. The only difference is that they're not scared of their goddamn sex organs!" Bill said urgently, stroking into Rena's wet cunt.

"I'm glad we raised them that way, Bill! I'm glad they all like to fuck!" Rena said intensely. "Fucking is such fun, especially the way you do it!"

Bill was about to unload his jizz into Rena's grasping cunt when the sharp glare of headlights suddenly shot through the window, illuminating the room with a cold white light.

"It must be Doug or Chastity!" Rena gasped, tightly wrapped around her husband's fucking body.

"Cocksucker!" Bill shouted. "I'm ready to shoot the fuckin' shit! Fuck it! Why can't those goddamn kids stay out past a decent hour?"

Rena managed a half-hearted giggle.

"I was ready to come, too, Bill. But hurry up! Let's get, upstairs. No, let's sit here and look natural! Where's my sash belt? Where's my belt?" Rena cried in confusion, easing her cunt off Bill's hard cock.

Bill was understandably reluctant to pull out of her clinging hole. Another stroke or two into her hot cunt would have brought both of them off. When he finally did let her down, Rena searched frantically for her belt. When she found it, she quickly wrapped it around her waist and tied it clumsily. She smoothed her hand over the silky robe, following the curves of her body, trying to erase the wrinkles she had made in the garment during their hot fuck.

Bill struggled with his hard prick. Even the cold water the intrusion had poured on their balling hadn't softened his excited rod or diminished the fire in his mind. After a desperate effort, he managed somehow to push his unyielding tool down the leg of his pants far enough to zip them up. He knew that his present state of erection would be obvious enough to Doug or Chastity when they entered the room. There was nothing he could do about it now.

Bill's horny mind flashed with images of Chastity's coming home and finding him sitting with her mother, a hard-on throbbing in his pants. He was so excited by Rena's luscious body that the thought of letting his daughter see that hard bulge between his legs raised him to even greater heights of desire, even though he realized how nasty such thoughts were.

Rena's hot wet cunt tingled and burned. She sat next to Bill on the sofa with her legs held tightly together as if to hide her horny state. She couldn't help staring at Bill's enormous prick throbbing in his pants. A patch of moisture was beginning to form at the end of his dick. She tried to imagine how he felt with that embarrassing cock exposed to whichever of their two children was about to walk through the door. For his sake she hoped it wasn't going to be Chastity.

She couldn't help imagining how she would feel if Doug walked in and saw her sitting there with wrinkles in her robe and a guilty look on her face. She knew that it would be obvious to him that her mind was on his dad's hard dick. She knew too that the heady aroma of her hot pussy was still in the air like a sexy perfume. He couldn't help noticing it. The thought of being caught in that condition by her son kept her cunt hot and alive in spite of her inner struggle to put off her emotions.

They sat together on the sofa for a long time looking like two teenagers about to be caught making out by the girl's parents. They waited and waited. The wait was excruciating. Bill's cock showed no sign of going down. Rena continued to look as lascivious as she felt. Still they waited. Still nobody entered the room.

At first they thought that Chastity was saying good night to Rick after a good screw. Then it occurred to Rena that she and Bill might just have been wrong about those headlights turning into their driveway. True, they were low headlights like Doug's Porsche or Rick's GTO. But then the neighbors had a sports car, too. Rena went to the window cautiously and peeked out. Then she turned back toward Bill and closed her eyes.

"Bill, Bill, Bill! I almost hate to tell you this!" she laughed.

"If it's what I think it is, you'd better not tell me!" he said.

"That's right, Bill! That was Pete and Jane Hampton pulling in next door!"

"Oh, shit!" Bill moaned, hiding his face in his hands.

"It's not as bad as it seems, Bill. You've still got that nice hard cock sticking down your leg and I'm in the mood for a good fuck. We can start all over from the beginning," Rena said, sitting down next to her husband and dropping her hand on his hard-on.

"Guess we'd better go upstairs this time," Bill said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I think I'll take a quick shower first. Okay by you?"

"As long as you don't take all night, darling. I'm ready to take your big cock up my cunt right now!" Rena whispered intensely, rubbing her hand over Bill's stiff dick.

Bill followed his wife upstairs. He was moved by the tempting sway of her well-trained ass to reach out and lift the back of her robe. He held it up over her ass, exposing her luscious full buttcheeks, watching them move in rhythm as she walked. He stared at the tuft of cunt hair that was visible down between her legs. He ran his hand between her statuesque legs, tickling her furry pussy from behind. Squealing when his hand touched her twat, Rena ran the rest of the way upstairs.

Rena ran to their bedroom and closed the door behind her as if to escape the advances of a sex-fiend. Bill laughed quietly and proceeded down the upstairs hall to the bathroom. He tiptoed past Dawn's door. The light was out in her room. He was more secure knowing that she was in bed fast asleep. Bill didn't need another interruption of their fucking.

He closed the bathroom door quietly behind him to avoid waking Dawn and turned on the water in the shower. Eager to get back into Rena's waiting cunt, he quickly stripped down, managing with some difficulty to get his pants down over his hard rod. He threw his clothes into a disorderly pile in the middle of the floor and stood before the mirror for a while admiring his physique.

Like Rena he had kept his body in perfect shape through the years. All the effort it had taken to preserve his masculinity was paying off now in high-powered honeysucks with his beautiful wife. Many of the men he knew were getting pot-bellies and going home at night tired and rundown, only to crawl into bed with a flabby wife and go to sleep. It was a curse Bill didn't have to live with. He had to agree with Rena that he was still the picture of virility, especially when he stood naked with a big hard-on jutting out in front of him.

Bill took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times until fluid began to seep out of the head once again. Then he entered the shower, sliding the translucent glass doors behind him. He lathered up and showered vigorously, the warm cascading water and the ever-present vision of his wife and her hot willing twat keeping his hard-on from diminishing.

Bill couldn't resist the temptation to jack off leisurely for a few minutes. He soaped up his prick and wrapped his fist around it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his spongy cockhead. When he was at the brink of shooting his wad against the shower wall, be took his hand away from his twitching tool. Then he adjusted the shower until it sprayed a hard sharp torrent against the head of his dick.

The water stung as it hit his sensitive prick, making his hard cock tingle and jerk all by itself. He leaned back against the shower door and arched his back a little, thrusting his dick out and enjoying the stinging sensation. He closed his eyes and thought about Rena's lovely body and how young she felt to his touch. He thought of the loving care with which she was probably preparing herself for him at that very moment. He could almost see her sitting at her dressing table, singing softly and carefully combing her soft long auburn hair. He could almost see her untying her robe and shrugging her shoulders, letting the garment fall back behind her. He could almost see her lifting her hair and letting it fall down her bare back ma soft cascade.

The more he thought about her the closer he came to getting his rocks off. He knew that the friction of the water on his cock could bring him off all by itself if he kept thinking about her so intently. Wanting to shoot his load into Rena's tight cunt instead of wasting it against the shower wall, he turned away from the hot tingling spray and faced the shower door, rinsing the soap off his back. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and stood there for a while with the spray stinging his back. Then he turned off the water quickly and threw open the sliding shower door. He stepped out of the shower with his hand still wrapped tightly around his stiff dick.

His daughter Dawn was standing there waiting for him with wide and questioning eyes.

Never in his life had Bill been so paralyzed and completely helpless. He hadn't seen the girl through the steamed-up shower door. He had no idea, of course, how long she had been standing there or how much of his jacking off she had seen.

He just stood there in shock, holding his hard dick in his hand and staring absentmindedly into Dawn's innocent blue eyes. When Bill's mind finally dared to start functioning again, he realized that he was in quite a predicament.

He had to assume that she had been able to see enough through the steamed-up window to wonder what he was doing in there. He didn't think that Dawn knew yet what masturbation was all about, unless, of course, she had been instructed by one of the neighborhood boys. He knew all about Dawn's insatiable curiosity about anything she didn't understand. It was a good trait but at the moment it was a pain in the ass for Dad.

Suddenly shocked into reality by the sobering realization that he had to extricate himself from the situation, he dropped his dick like a hot potato and grabbed a bath towel. He held the towel far out in front of him to shield his crotch from Dawn's obviously interested eyes, but his prick remained hard and excited in spite of his embarrassment.

He tried to avoid looking at Dawn. Dawn didn't try to avoid looking at her Dad. In fact she was very much interested in him at the moment. While Bill had been standing there in shock, Dawn had been staring at the big hard thing that jutted out in front of her dad's muscular and hairy body. It looked just like the big things that all the boys had had at the party, at Marcy's house. If anything, it was bigger than most of the ones she had seen that night. It occurred to Dawn that her Dad was just the one to answer all of her questions about that night. What luck that he had just been rubbing his big thing up and down in the shower just like some of the boys had been doing that night at Marcy's. She would just have to ask him about that rubbing business first.

She couldn't help wondering why he was trying to hide behind that towel. He had never done that before when he was naked. In fact nobody had ever tried to hide their nakedness from her. She had even watched her brothers take showers before. Her Dad let her watch him shave in the mornings sometimes. He sure was acting strangely.

Bill was feeling strangely, too. Now that the initial shock of being discovered in such an excited state was beginning to wear off, he found his mind swimming with feeling he couldn't quite understand. Perhaps it was the horniness that Rena had inspired in him in conjunction with the sudden appearance of his young daughter before him that made him feel so strangely. Whatever was the cause of his feelings, it was now undeniable that he felt attracted to his daughter. His dick burned and twitched behind the towel as he looked upon the sweet young thing standing there before him wearing only her pink pajama bottoms. She looked so soft and innocent, so young and tender that he couldn't help loving her more than ever before.

Real though his feelings were for her, he knew that he had to submerge them immediately before they took control of him completely and led him into places no father dared go with his children. Still she continued to look at his crotch, seemingly trying to see what he was hiding behind his towel.

He wondered why she was so interested in his dick.

He hoped her interest was mere curiosity unrelated to sex. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried to hide himself in the first place. On the other hand, perhaps his innocent daughter knew more about sex than he had taught her. The thought was a troubling one and he submerged it. He had enough trouble controlling his dick without thinking about sex in any connection.

"Dawn, honey, what are you doing in here? It's late, dear. I thought you were in bed like a good girl. What's wrong, honey?" Bill asked, trying to hide his confusion and embarrassment behind a warm smile.

"I couldn't sleep, Dad. I wanted to ask you some questions. You and Mom always say I should ask questions whenever I don't understand something. Is it all right, Dad?" she asked, looking straight into Bill's eyes.

Dawn made him feel suddenly ashamed of his horniness, which was steadily increasing rather than diminishing in her presence.

"Surely, Dawn. You should always ask questions. But can't it wait till tomorrow? First thing in the morning? It is pretty late. You should be in bed," he replied.

"Can't I ask just one little question tonight, Dad?" she said, looking pleadingly into Bill's eyes.

"All right, Dawn. One little question. But then you'll have to get right into bed," he told her, unable to resist her charming innocence.

"Okay, Dad," she said, obviously relieved.

Dawn started to ask a question but stopped before she had gotten it out, her voice quavering.

"What's the matter, Dawn? Forget that important question already?" Bill smiled down at her.

"Gee whiz, Dad, I don't know what question to ask first. I've got so many of them!" she said.

"Well, dear, you'll just have to pick one. Just one tonight," Bill replied.

"Okay, Dad, I've got one! What was that thing you were doing to your 'thing' in the shower?" she asked, looking at her dad's crotch.

Em gasped and felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden. He could hardly believe his ears. Not only had his fears of having been observed jacking off in the shower been realized but now he had to explain it all to Dawn. He sat down on the toilet seat and tiled to hold the towel over his lap while he collected his thoughts and tried to regain what little composure he had left.

"W-Why do you want to know that, Dawn?" he stammered.

"I just wondered what that was that you were doing, that's all. I saw some boys doing that same thing over at Marcy Palmer's house last Saturday night and I've wondered about it ever since," she said.

"You saw what?" Bill gasped.

"I promised not to tell, but I guess it's all right now," she said slowly.

"Yes, Dawn, it's all right. Tell me what you're talking about," he said.

"Well, I hid in the back of the station wagon last Saturday night when Chastity drove it to Marcy Palmer's house. I didn't know where she was going or anything. I just wanted to find out what Doug and Chastity did when they went out so late all the time. I didn't mean any harm, Dad," she said nervously.

"No, no, no, Dawn, that's all right. Just tell me the whole story," Bill urged, knowing that he had [missing text].

Dawn was looking straight at the head of Bill's dick when it exploded, shooting squirt after squirt of hot sperm into the air. The first shot hit Dawn on the lips. She was amazed that such a thing could happen to her dad's cock. She wondered how he did it. She dodged the following squirts from his cock and watched enthralled as he shot the stuff halfway to the ceiling. Bin closed his eyes and all but collapsed after his violent climax. When he opened his eye a few seconds late, Dawn was licking he lips, tasting the hot spunk that his exploding balls had shot at he mouth.

"How does that stuff taste, Dawn?" Bill asked. He couldn't help the strange dizzying, almost appalling feeling that stirred within him. There was tenderness in the feeling and a considerable portion of masculine pride. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any true shame about what he had just done to his daughter. Alter all, he thought, he hadn't hurt her.

"It tastes all right, I guess, Dad," Dawn replied. "What's this white stuff?"

"It's called sperm. That's the stuff that makes babies in the woman's belly," he said, patting her gently an the cheek.

"I remember, Dad, you told me all about sperm. But will I have a baby now?" she asked with a trace of fear in her sweet voice.

"No, no, no, Dawn! Nothing like that's going to happen to my girl. But you've got to promise Dad something. All right?" he asked.

"Okay, Dad, I promise! What do I have to promise?" she asked happily.

"You'll have to promise never to tell anybody what we just did. You can't tell anyone what I taught you about cocks and sperm and things like that. Don't tell anybody at all and that includes Mom."

"I won't ever tell, Dad!" she laughed gleefully.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open.

"She won't have to tell Mom anything, Bill!" a voice said intensely.

It was Rena.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bill almost pissed when he saw his wife standing in the doorway watching Dawn as she licked the remaining sperm from her lips. He half expected her to shoot him. He knew how free Rena was as far as sex was concerned, but how could she rationalize letting her daughter suck her husband's dick? Bill knew that Rena had never once balked at anything sexual that he might have asked of her in their long and happy marriage. She had done almost everything with him and done it willingly. He had shared her at parties and had fucked other women while she had watched. She had even participated in girl-girl sex on occasion. She had enjoyed every abandoned minute of the fun and games in which she and her husband indulged. But now Bill was sure that she was about to turn on him.

Even Rena would surely stop at having sex with her children, Bill thought. But he was about to be proven wrong. Rena stood there with a smile on her face, not the scowl he had expected. Her smile was the smile she often wore while sucking his dick off or quaking in the throes of a wild orgasm.

These questions swain through Bill's confused mind. He noticed that Rena's eyes were on his deflating dick and the sperm that still oozed from its head. She was licking her pretty lips just as Dawn was, only for slightly different reasons.

"Well, Bill, what's been going on here, may I ask? Is this the way to teach our daughter about the birds and bees?" she asked, pointing to Bill's dribbling cock.

"Hi, Mom!" Dawn said, smiling up at her mother as innocently as could be. "I was just making Dad feel good!"

"I'll just bet you were!" her mother replied. "I watched the whole show through the keyhole. I bet your Dad thinks I disapprove."

"Well, don't you?" Bill rasped, his throat dry as cotton.

"Oh, I might have disapproved once upon a time. These days, though, I'm ready to accept anything. Dawn, darling, why don't you go back to bed now? You've got to get some sleep. I want to talk to your Dad for a while," Rena said.

Dawn got to her feet and shuffled out of the bathroom after kissing both her parents good night. Bill felt terribly self-conscious after kissing Dawn and tasting traces of his own sperm on her pretty lips. As soon as Dawn had left the room, Rena bent down and started wiping her husband's sperm off the tiled floor. She told Bill that she had to remove any incriminating evidence. The way she said it almost made Bill chuckle nervously.

"I wouldn't worry about what happened, Bill darling. You couldn't help it I pious. I understand that," she said later as they lay side by side in bed.

"I taught you'd want to kill me, Rena!" Bill said.

"No, Bill, I'm not upset at all. Things like that happen occasionally," she said, pausing a moment as if in deep thought. "I have to tell you something," she continued. "This might be a bit hard to understand, Bill, but we have to talk about it now whether we want to or not. I've been keeping something from you, even though I know we promised a long time ago not to do things like that to each other."

"We also promised to forgive, Rena. Go ahead, dear. You can tell me anything. You should know that by now, honey," Bill soothed, putting his arm lovingly under her head, hugging her to him gently.

"All right, Bill, I'll tell you just what happened and you can draw your own conclusions. And then I've got to tell you something else that I've been keeping secret for years. It all started last summer. Remember when we went to the lake for Chastity's birthday? Well, you must have noticed how sexily she we acting all the while we were there. I suggested a morning swim that first morning to cool her off. She was giving the boys an awfully hard time," she said.

"I remember that all right. I thought it was a bit too much to be accidental. But go on, Rena, tell me everything," Bill said.

"Chastity and Doug were missing down at the bench for a long time and I got curious. I went up to the house and found the place empty. Then it dawned on me that Chastity might have wandered down to that shady spot she says she hides out to read and rein. When I got there, I saw two figures moving about in the bushes. I peeked though the leaves and saw Doug and Chastity," she said.

"What were they doing, Rena? Smoking pot or something? That's nothing to worry about. They do that all the time. All the kids do these days," Bill laughed. "I think I might even try it myself one of these days."

"But that's not what they were doing, Bill. They were playing with each other! Doug and Chastity were petting and I don't mean maybe! They were undressing each other and fondling each other's crotches. Do you understand, Bill? Doug took Chastity's bikini off and she pulled down his trunks while I stood there watching. He had a hard-on, Bill! Doug had a hard-on far his own mater! Now do you see why I didn't want to tell you this story?" she said.

Bill was shocked and amazed. He lay there in a daze for a while trying to evaluate the information that Rena had just given him. After his encounter with Dawn just a few minutes earlier, he had to admit that incestuous attractions were not only possible but hard to resist. But how could his own kids be involved in such activities?

"What do you think?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure, Bill. I do know that they didn't go any further than just exploring each other. I interrupted them on purpose before they went any further. Of course we don't know what they've been up to since," Rena said.

"No, I guess not," Bill replied somewhat vacantly. "Rena, how do you feel about incest? How do you really feel? Do you think it's dirty? We've always been honest with each other. I want to know what you honestly think," Bill said, very seriously, remembering her mild reaction to the scene with Dawn.

"Bill, darling, before I answer you, I'd better tell you the rest of my story. There's something else that I've never told anyone, not even you. I'll admit that I wouldn't even tell you now if not for what just happened between you and Dawn. Em lees ashamed of myself now. It happened when I was seventeen, only a year before we met at Etherton. Its such a personal thing that I don't quite know how to bring it out into the open," she said.

"After what's happened tonight, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of, Rena," Bill whispered in her ear.

"I guess you're right," she whimpered.

Rena lay there in silence for some minutes gathering her thoughts.

"Han you ever wondered why I never talk about my brother Jeremy?" she asked at length.

"Yeah? Jeremy? Hell, Rena, I didn't even know you had a brother Jeremy. Of course you've got so many brothers and sisters that it's hard to keep track of them." He smiled warmly at her.

"That's true!" she laughed. "They believe in big families where I come from. I have eight brother and three sisters. But Jeremy was more than a brother, Bill. He was a lover, too. I don't talk about Jeremy because he used to fuck me, Bill! Now you know! That's right, my own brother used to fuck me just like you do! And I have to admit that I enjoyed every minute of it, after the first time anyway."

"I can still remember the first time he fucked me. How could I forget it? Until you came along, it was the greatest fuck I had ever had, darling, and I've had more than my share of fuckers. The memory of that day sticks in my mind like a strange dream. Every time I think about Doug and Chastity last summer at the lake, I think about Jeremy. Every time I think about what Doug and Chastity might have done if I hadn't interrupted them, I think about how it was with Jeremy and me. I hate to say it, Bill, but I almost regret having put a stop to their lovemaking. I guess you couldn't understand that… Are you sure you want to hear the rest of this, Bill?" she asked.

"Go ahead, tell me everything. I think I might understand how you feel about Doug and Chastity. I might even feel the say way myself. I won't think any less of you no matter what you and your brother did. I love you. Don't you know that?" Bill said soothingly.

"Yes, Bill. I know you love me, darling. I knew," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "It all started one morning in late July. It was terribly hot that morning, so hot that I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed until long after I should have started my chores. When I finally did drag myseif out of bed, I did my work in a hurry so that I could run down to the pond far a quick swim."

"We had a farm pond that was a lifesaver on hot days like that. Our farm was so isolated that we were never bothered by intruders. And the pond was so far from the house that it might as well have been in the next county. Anyway, our pond was so private and so far from the nearest neighbor that I always felt free to shed my clothes long before I reached the pond itself. I can still feel the breeze blowing over my naked body when I stripped. I loved to drop my clothes piece by piece as I walked through the fields on my way to the swimming hole. I always picked them up on the way back to the house after my swim. I loved to feel the warm earth under my feet as I walked, Bill."

Bill was listening intently to Rena's story. This was an episode in her sex life that she had kept to herself all these years. She often told him about the men she had fucked and the experiences she had had in her wild youth in the hills. Often she used these stories as a surefire means of exciting him. He couldn't help feeling that she was trying to excite him even now, although her story was disguised as a serious confession of some dark and mysterious sexual excess.

If she intended to excite him, she was succeeding admirably. Bill's dick was beginning to stiffen up under the sheets. He was glad that Dawn hadn't coaxed all the tension out of his big prick.

"I stood there playing with my pussy for quite some time, Bill," she continued. "As I diddled myself, I slowly walked farther and farther out into the water. By the time the water came up to my crotch, my cunt was wet with its own hot juices. I kept working the lips of my cunt after the water had covered my pussy. I think I was near coming when I heard rustling in the bushes at the edge of the pond. I was obviously scared to death. After all, I didn't make it a habit to play with my pussy in the presence of sightseers. I looked around and could see only one of our hop rooting around in the bushes. Relieved, I kept on diddling my cunnie, bringing myself once again to the brink of a climax."

"I could just barely feel my cunt beginning to flash with an orgasm when hooked up and saw three boys standing at the edge of the pond. You can imagine how terrified I was, I didn't much want to be discovered masturbating like that, especially by three boys I didn't even know. I thought I knew all the boys for miles around, having had their pricks inside my cunt at least once. I had never laid eyes on them. I covered my tits with my hands and ducked down until I was covered with water up to my neck. As clear as the water was, I knew that they could still see me as clearly as ever."

"They started laughing and calling out dirty remarks. One of them said I needed a hot cock up my cunt. One of the tree, the tallest of them, had a scar on his cheek and a mean look in his eyes. He said I was wasting my time playing with myself like an innocent virgin. He said he was going to fuck me till I fell apart!"

"Jesus Christ, Rena! Go on! You're makin' me hotter than hell!" Bill gasped.

Rena slipped her warm hand under the bedsheet and found her husband's huge cock, squeezing it and moving his foreskin up and down while she continued her tale. Her hand was soon sopping wet with her husband's preseminal oozing.

"I didn't know what to do, Bill. I stared at the three boys and cried out loud for help. I had never been raped, Bill, never raped. It was one thing to give myself to a boy but to have three dirty-minded and potentially dangerous men fuck me was something else again. I screamed and screamed for help, even though I knew that no one would hear me. I began to notice that the boys' crotches had started swelling. Their hard cocks stuck down their legs inside their pants. I knew perfectly well that they weren't about to let me get away from them."

"I tried to swim away but they ran around the pond and surrounded me. No matter where I tried to get out of the water, one of them was always standing on the bank with his hands on his hips and his legs spread wide, just daring me to get out. They must have followed me to the pond because they had all my clothes in their hands. I watched them tear my clothes to pieces and knew that I was trapped."

"It wasn't long before they had decided not to wait any longer for their dirty fun. One of the boys, a short stocky one with a dirty look in his eye, tore his clothes off and stood naked on the bank for a few minutes. He had a huge cock, Bill. It wasn't very long but it was as thick as my wrist. He jerked himself off for a while before he walked into the water and came after me. I tried to swim away but he was a stronger swimmer than I was. He grabbed my ankles and tried to hold me under the water. It wasn't long before I was exhausted. I knew that he would half-drown me if I resisted his attack, so I had to let him carry me to shore."

"I kicked and fought as hard as I could under the circumstances, Bill. But they were much stronger than I was. I was on my back in the sand in no time at all. The mean boy with the scar on his face stood over me and took a long shiny knife out of his heavy leather boot. He turned it in the sun, making it shine. I was scared to death. He fell suddenly to his knees beside me and touched the blade to my cheek. I couldn't move a muscle for fear he'd kill me, Bill. I thought he was insane! He started laughing wickedly and called me all kinds of filthy things. He started running the cold knife up and down my naked throat. He trailed it down between my tits, all the while moving closer and closer to me. I could feel the material of his tight Levi's brushing against my naked wet skin."

"He gave out an order to the short boy with the thick cock. He told him to take the knife and cut a whip from a flow that grew by the pond. The third boy, who had a beard and long hair, fell to his knees and grabbed my ankle. He stared at my cunt as if he wanted to eat it, Bill. The boy with the scar on his face began squeezing my tits and running him hands over my naked body. I kept struggling with all my strength but it was no use! I watched the short stocky boy out of the corner of my eye as he stood over me spread-legged with a hard boner jutting out in front of him. He whittled a whip. When he was finished with the cruel-looking thing, he handed it to the tail boy and said something about making me squirm a little first."

"The naked boy with the thick cock held my throat in his hands while the boy with the bushy beard held my ankles tightly. I couldn't move except to writhe as the long whip began to strike against my tender flesh. The scar-faced boy stood over me and trailed the whip between my legs, touching my sensitive gash. He began striking me with the thing, being careful to make barely discernible welts all over my tits. I trembled each time the willow whip fell against my nipples. He hit me between the lop, too, Bill! He spared me no pain. He brought the whip down against my trembling cuntflesh, Bill. Again and again and again!"

"And then something strange began to happen inside me, at least I thought it was strange at the time. I started to enjoy the whipping in a peculiar way. It hurt me still, of course, and I would rather have been anywhere else in the world than there in the hot sand with welts on my tender body. But I was actually feeling something inside my cunt and all over my body, something other than pain but not far removed from it, something sexual! Do you understand, Bill?" Rena said, becoming more and more excited as she relived her experience.

"I understand! Damn right." Bill rasped, feeling Rena's hand pounding hard and harder on his throbbing dick under the sheet. "Go on with that fucking story! And keep beating me off!"

"My cunt started to tingle inside with excitement. Perhaps the tail bay with the mean eyes knew that I was ready for his cock, Bill. He unhitched his tight jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. A huge hard-on bobbed up and jerked out in front of him. It was at least ten inches long, Bill. He fell between my legs and jammed the monster in my juicy cunt! He began bucking his ass right away, even before I had a chance to get used to that huge dong inside my sore cunt. He slapped my tits as he fucked me. The bearded boy was rubbing his naked dick against my tits. He pushed his pants down, too. I'd never seen such a hairy man, Bill. It was exciting to feel his rough bristly hairs rubbed against me. He had bared the front of his body completely. My tits rubbed against his chest."

"The three boys cussed at each other as they tried to find a place far each of their dicks. The boy with the thick cock knelt at my side and began to push the head of his cock against my lips. I had to either take his cock in my mouth or have my neck broken, Bill! I sucked at his knob until he started to gasp just like you are right now, darling. But he got meaner and meaner all the time. He slapped my face and squeezed my throat as I ate his prick. The short boy was the first to shoot his cum into my face, Bill. I thought I'd choke on it. It rolled down my throat thick and heavy. I sputtered, begging to be released. It did no good."

"The tall boy kept punching his prick into my twat while the short boy unloaded into my mouth and the hairy one tit-fucked me. The hairy boy wanted me to suck him off, too! He didn't even wait for the other boy's cock to soften up and slip out. He pushed the boy away and replaced his own incredibly thick rod in my mouth. I thought I'd choke on it! It was even worse when he started jabbing into my throat. When he came, too, I thought I'd drown. I hadn't even had a chance to swallow the other boy's cum yet when this boy unloaded into me. I coughed and sputtered again pulling free from his dick and spitting his sperm all over his crotch."

"The tall boy stiffened his body and shot off inside my cunt. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them until they hurt terribly. The two other boys stood up and began taking turns hitting me with the whip. When the tall boy had had his dirty fun, he stood at my side with his cum dribbling from his half-hard dick and put his boot on my stomach. He took his knife and bent down close to my face. When he touched the tip of it to my naked throat, I thought he was finally going to kill me, Bill! I think I would have passed out in another second or two! And then Jeremy saved me!"

"I heard someone come crashing through the bushes. I looked up and saw my brother. I knew I was saved at last, darling. Jeremy had his double-barreled shotgun with him. I beard a roar as he discharged both barrels into the air. The three rapists froze for a second. When they realized what was about to happen to them, they crashed through the bushes, stumbling over their pants that were still down around their ankles. The bay with the thick cock didn't even stop to pick up his clothes. He ran through a briar thicket, scratching himself in some very tender places. I was thrilled to see them suffering as I had. Jeremy was as mad as a bear but I knew that he wouldn't kill anyone, even after saving me from three rapists. He loaded his gun again and fired again, high enough to miss all three of them but low enough to at least give the illusion that he was out for blood. I never saw the three again, Bill."

"Jeremy knelt down beside me and began consoling me. I had always felt very close to him. He had a gentleness about him that had always made me sort of warm inside. He was strong and protective of his sisters and rue especially, but still he was gentle Jeremy. He took off his shirt and asked me to put it on. I tried but the rough treatment the boys had given me with the whip had left my skin terribly sensitive. I was covered with red welts and a few bruises. When I was sufficiently collected and had stopped sobbing, he walked over to the edge of the water and dipped his shirt in the clear pond. He touched my sore places with the wet shirt and comforted me, cleaning me up as much as possible in the process, wiping away the last traces of the sperm the rapists had sprayed all over me."

"I put his wet shirt on eventually and sat there with him in total silence for a long long time. He held me gently in his arms, stroking me as if I were a baby. Bill, I honestly don't know how it happened but it wasn't long before I noticed that my handsome brother's gentle caresses were having more than a soothing effect on me. I was afraid to admit it at first, even to myself. But even as he touched me gently and held me close, I began to fall in love with him. I felt his heart beating close to me, felt his strong body so close to me that it filled me with excitement. I wondered if he could be feeling the same way."

"I realized soon enough that my feelings were shared. His hands started roving over areas of my body where he had no business touching me. He slipped his big strong yet sensitive hands up under my shirt I wore and touched my back. I felt his fingers slowly traveling down my sides and around over the front of my nearly naked body. I was sitting in the sand with my legs curled beneath me, my pussy hidden by Jeremy's shirttails. His hands gazed my tits, his fingers barely touching my hardening nipples. I had forgotten by now the terrible discomfort and shame of my recent rape. Nothing mattered now but my brother and his eagerly exploring fingers."

"We were afraid to look at each other, let alone give utterance to the thoughts that swam in our minds. When his fingers touched the soft hair of my muff, I trembled visibly. I looked down between his legs and saw at once that his huge dick was swelling in his pants, growing harder and harder by the second. His fingers clipped between my legs. I almost cried out loud when I felt his touch against my trembling cuntlips. My cunt was moist and coming alive again after the filthy rapists had tortured it so terribly. Before long Jeremy and I were kissing each other lightly, moaning and gasping in the throes of our hot passion."

"We rolled around in the sand, mindless of our blood relationship. He managed to get his pants off and I managed to discard the wet shirt he had given me to cover my nakedness. I wanted to be naked now. I wanted to feel Jeremy's naked muscular body pressed against me, striving, bucking, pressing me to him! He put his cock in my cunt and began fucking me crazily, filling my twat with hard hot meat! I could feel my pussy stretching as my brother's cock filled me up! Just thinking about it makes me hot, Bill! Doesn't it make you hot, too? Just imagine me naked in the sand rolling in a hot fuck with my brother! My own brother! My own brother!" Rena hissed, wildly pumping Bill's throbbing hard-on.

"Oh, shit! Yeah! You're making me wild, Rena! Pound my dick!" Bill rasped.

"We fucked and fucked all day there in the sand, Bill! He came in my twat five times and I climaxed each time more wildly than the last. I sucked him and he sucked me! By the time we were finished, the sun had gone down. We kept it up for months, Bill. Months of fucking! Months of hot sucking! I loved every minute of it, Bill. We fucked in the barn, in the wards, in the woodshed, even in the outhouse on the toilet seat!" Rena said, feeling Bill's hand between her legs, feeling him working her puffy cuntlips with his fingers.

"We finally decided that we had to stop our incestuous activities before our parents or someone found out about us. It hurt, Bill, but we managed to put a stop to our taboo fucking. Jeremy joined the Navy soon after, and I went to Etherton and met you. But your cock is much better than even Jeremy's, much better. Put it in me! Fuck me in the cunt with your big beautiful dick!" she cried.

"No wonder you didn't mind what I did with Dawn! Come to think of it, I might just do it again! I wonder what Doug and Chastity have tried? Take my cock in your cunt! Take it! Feel it up there, baby? Oh, that's great! Take it! Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck the whole family!" Bill groaned, losing his mind, it seemed, in the intense heat of his wild sexual excitement.

"The whole family! Fuck the whole family!" Rena screamed as the hot flash of her orgasm shot through her like lightning, followed quickly by what seemed like gallons of hot fuck juice from her husband's dick.

Both Rena and Bill knew from that very night that something new and different was ahead of them and the rest of their horny family.

Content

Mark Jacobs
The horniest family

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN