Mona walked over to Steve, her son, and let her robe fall to the floor-revealing her succulent breasts and luscious body to the eager boy. She rubbed her body against his-pressing her hot cunt on his hard, throbbing cock ... pressing her tits against his trembling chest ... letting her hands rove all over his muscular body ... caressing his ass and thighs while lightly squeezing his balls. Mona was proud of her son, and she was pleased with the way he was learning the thrills women want from a man-making sure she was the lady who would answer all his questions with her loving body.
CHAPTER ONE
Valerie Martingale paced restlessly about her bedroom, puffing nervously on a cigarette. Steven, her tall, dark, handsome son was home for the summer from college, and she wasn't prepared for him. He was home a week early, catching her completely unsuspecting and off-guard to the extent that he had let himself in through the front door, and caught her walking through the living room stark naked.
Steve's seeing his mother's voluptuous, still firm and satin smooth body nude was no big thing, of course, because they all walked around naked a lot. This was a family habit established years ago. Valerie, her husband, Cleveland, their daughter, Beverly, and Steven, all strolled about the house in various stages of undress, up to and including complete nudity. But Valerie didn't like being caught unawares like this. She had just stepped out of the shower, where she had industriously finger-fucked her hot, gushing pussy almost to the point of orgasm. She had been heading for her bedroom to get her vibrator and finish the job when Steve walked in.
It was as though he could read her thoughts, divine her secret, lustful purpose. She had blushed to the roots of her hair, and squealed in panic and confusion as he grabbed her in his strong arms, lifting her all the way from the floor, and kissed her firmly, wetly, flush on her open mouth. Before setting her back down on her feet, he had smacked her fondly, playfully on her big, soft ass, and said, "Hi, love of my life, you look good enough to eat-where's Bev?"
Beverly, her straight blonde hair flying, big Hue eyes sparkling with happiness, coral lips opened wide in joyful laughter, had come flying through the door from her own bedroom, screaming, "Steve-Steve-Steeeveyyyy! You're home early!"
In one flying leap, the beautiful young girl was in her brother's arms, hanging on to his neck with her legs flying as he spun her around; she further upset her mother by revealing that her fat, rosy-cheeked ass was completely naked. She pressed her firm sixteen-year-old breasts flat against his broad, muscular chest, kissed him repeatedly on the mouth, and continued to squeal, "Stevey, I'm so glad to see you-so glad-so glad! Are you alone-did you bring anybody with you?"
"Yep, I'm alone," Steve had replied, giving her; ass the same treatment he had given his mother's before putting her down, only this time leaving his hand there to fondle and squeeze. "I had no finals to take, so I got out a week early. None of my buddies could make it-come on upstairs and help me unpack."
And the two of them, arm-in-arm, each carrying a suitcase, ascended the long, winding staircase, seemingly having forgotten their mother's very existence. Looking up from below, Valerie could see all the way up Beverly's mini-skirt, and she could have sworn that the young girl's thickly haired, fat-lipped pussy was already shiny and wet, and visibly twitching.
Now, pacing the deeply carpeted floor of the master bedroom like a caged lioness, Valerie tried to calm herself down, remove the utterly ridiculous thoughts that spun about in her mind. She stopped before the full length mirror on the closet door and contemplated her face and figure.
At thirty-eight she was still beautiful, still desirable, as beautiful and desirable as she had ever been. Her golden blonde hair was vibrant, alive, cut in a fluffy light-reflecting halo to frame her lovely heart-shaped face. Her eyes were as big, blue, bright, with long, up-curling, dark brown lashes. Her nose was cute, saucy, turned up like Beverly's, with the added youthful allure of a splash of golden freckles across the bridge. Her full, pouting lips were a love poem of sex and sensuality.
It was her body, though, that belied her age, and did wonders for her ego. Her skin was a deep, creamy tan, as smooth and taut as a grape peel over her five-foot-seven, 120-pound frame. Her breasts were huge, as full and heavy as overripe fruit, yet they sagged no more than her daughter's, and crowned with nipples like ripe red cherries, set off by dark brown, bumpy areolas the size of silver dollars.
Her waist was tiny, a span of only twenty-four inches, but curved out to the merest hint of a soft round underbelly, and swooped farther out in back to blend into an ass that could-and did-literally stop traffic. Sloping, round bottomed, over smooth resilient thighs, the deeply cleft, mouthwatering globes seemed constantly on the verge of pulling her over backwards.
"38-24-38," Valerie whispered bitterly to her reflection, "except for my ass, I haven't gained an inch or a pound in fifteen years. But what good does it do me? Cleveland is never home more than two nights a week. Steven comes home after three long months, and I may as well have been a piece of furniture for all the effect I had on him. Oh God-oh God, I'm so fucking miserable. What am I going to do?"
Walking over and flopping down on her back on the gigantic circular waterbed that she sometimes shared with her husband, Valerie stared angrily up at the mirrored ceiling.
"They're nicking," she hissed up at her brooding reflection, "I know Steve and Bev are fucking-I'm not blind-I'm nobody's goddamned fool-they're fucking right now-right this minute, and-and-I'm lying here on fire-aching for some hard, driving cock-anybody's cock- Oh God-Oh God.
"Cleveland Martingale, you sonofabitch, why are you neglecting me like this?" She accusingly addressed her absent husband. "You know how I love to fuck-how I need to fuck-day and night-night and day-I'm going insane-out of my mind-oh God, help me."
For long moments she lay perfectly still, listening to hear any telltale sounds from Steve's bedroom directly above.
"Oh shit," she finally muttered in self-disgust, "I'm reading more into their relationship than is actually there. I'm accusing them because I want a good fucking myself so bad, that I'm dying-dying. Why would Steve want to fuck his little sister when he gets more pussy than he wants or can handle? He has to fight the horny little bitches off. And since I put Bev on the pill over a year ago, she has been fucking like a little rabbit. The boys chase after her like a pack of dogs after a bitch in heat. And I'm happy for her-I envy her. Like a goddamned fool, I only fucked Cleveland when I was a teenager, but Beverly gets all the variety she wants, and as far as I am concerned, there is no such thing as too much."
Valerie's hand dropped between her splayed thighs, and of their own volition two of her long, slender fingers slid slickly into her oozing, twitching love hole. She pulled the fingers slowly out, and they came away dripping with the crystal clear slime of her constant, burning passion. With a whimpering moan, she lifted the fingers to her open mouth, and licked her thick juice from them greedily.
Immediately she plunged the hand back into the blazing furnace between her thighs, dug in two fingers-three-four-working them around and around, jogging them in and out, scooping out handfuls of cummy nectar, schlurping it from her palm, sucking her fingers like little cocks. While one hand was at her mouth, the other dived into her flaming cunt. Grabbing her turgid, thick-headed clit between her thumb and forefinger, she jerked it up and down like a man giving himself a hand job. She rubbed it, scrubbed it, stiffened two fingers and began whirling them around the glans of the sensitive nubbin like miniature propellers.
Her entire being was flooded with a melting, swimmy, dizzy sensation that made her weak, made her head swim. She couldn't think clearly, because all of her senses were locked, crystallized into the steaming vortex of her cock hungry cunt. When she was like this, wild, insane with lust, nothing else in the world mattered but relief. Her cunt burned, bubbled, seemed on the verge of exploding into a million tiny pieces.
With both hands now, she dug in for all she was worth, parting the heavy, blood-gorged outer lips, and squeezing, pulling the thick, wrinkled, hypersensitive inner lips with ecstatic frenzy, fingering her clit, plugging her spitting, sucking, oil-slick hole with as many fingers as she could squeeze into it. Only the fact that she had ten busy, expert, practiced fingers kept her from dying of frustration. Never once was her clit, the center of her womanhood, untouched, uncaressed. Not for a moment was the slimy sleeve of her vulva unoccupied by several mini-dicks at once.
She was getting there. Her breathing became heavy, moist, exploding out of her lungs in moaning gasps. Her ass was arched all the way up from the bed. She writhed and twisted about as though she were enduring excruciating pain, her face twisted into a grimacing mask of an ecstasy so intense that she knew if she didn't come soon, she would faint dead away.
She discounted the thoughts, the fantasies that flashed in kaleidoscopic frenzy through her mind as she frigged herself. She knew that the thoughts were crazy, insane, lust-induced, and had no relationship whatever with reality. Still the fantasies were stimulating, exciting, orgasm-inducing, and she did nothing to hinder their flow.
"Th-they're d-doing a sixty n-nine," Valerie moaned stutteringly, verbalizing the fantasy that was going through her mind at the moment. "I-I can s-see th-them now-Bev on all fours-her s-sweet little ass hiked and s-spread o-o-over St-Stevey's f-face. My s-sweet, handsome-v-virile s-son is lying on his b-back-looking right up into her wi-wide open cunt-he- he's licking it-su-sucking it-sucking out all her sweet, young juices. Lick it b-baby-ohhh, suck that hot, sweet, young p-pussy-it's all right. S-suck his d-dick, Bev-gob-gobble it-take it all the way down your th-throat-ohhh God-eat each o-other, darlings-love each other ... "
The fantasies went round and round and round, in time and out of time with Valerie's flying, digging, clawing fingers. One moment Steve was fucking Beverly and she was egging them on as though she were watching a live performance. The next moment she was wailing as she switched fantasy channels, "F-fuck m-mom-mommy now, St-Stevey, darling-if you're through f-fucking your lit-little s-sister's. inexperienced cunt-c-come and get some hot, tight, mature p-pussy th-that can do more with a cock th-than a m-monkey can do with a co-coconut-g-give it to me, baby-I want it-I want your big, thick cock-shove it in my hot, st-steaming c-cunt-down my throat-u-up my a-ass-j-just like your d-daddy used to do ... "
In the next moment her now lust-crazed mind had Cleveland joining in the fantasy fuck: "Ohhhhh, yes-y-yes-yessss, Cleveland, darling, you can join us---I've got another hole- come on and fuck me in my c-cunt with your big, hard cock, while your s-son f-fucks me in the assss-ohhhhh yes, shove it in-do you feel it? D-darling, do you f-feel your s-son's cock scrubbing against yours as b-both of your cocks fuck both of my h-holes? Ohhh God, yes, yes, yessss, it's soooooooo g-goooood!-fuck me darlings- f-fuck meeeeeee-f-fuck me to-EEEEEEEEE-YYYIinillEEEEEEK!"
And as always after an orgasm that seemed to disjoint her, disembowel her, leaving her groggy, limp, completely drained, Valerie felt guilty and ashamed. It wasn't the act of masturbation that upset her, because she considered that as natural as scratching an itch. The thing that left her hating herself were the sinful, shameful, incestuous fantasies that always accompanied her jerking off.
"I must be sick," she whispered to herself in helplessness and despair, "how could I ever think such things?"
Calm now that her most immediate need had been satisfied, Valerie tried to assess their family situation coolly and objectively. She knew that the only thing that kept her from walking out on Cleveland was her love for her kids, and her complete, almost slavish dependence upon her husband's cock. She had heard many women say that cock size made no difference, and she accepted that for what it was worth. All she knew was, Cleve had the biggest cock she had ever seen, and aside from his uncanny ability at using it, the sheer, killing size of it kept her in a state of euphoria.
When Cleveland got her cherry, she had been only fifteen to his nineteen years old, and though she could hardly walk or sit for a week afterwards, she could hardly wait to get the splitting length and girth into her lacerated pussy again. In the meantime she had learned to suck him to a climax, and swallow every drop of his gushing load of hot cum, to get him off with her hand, and lick his tart, tangy jism from her cupped palms. The next time he fucked her, he gave her the first cock-induced orgasm of her life, and she knew right then that for as long as her heart beat, she belonged to this tall, handsome, horse-cocked young man totally and completely.
They had married while he was still in college, and she was still in high school. By the time he had graduated with a degree in Business Finance, Steven was a year old, and she was taking all ten inches of Cleveland's cock in her asshole, and loving it. Cleve got a job in the bank, and quite rapidly worked his way up to executive vice-president. By then Beverly was born, and the young couple had begun swinging.
Though they were the most popular, sought-after couple on a long list of swingers from coast to coast, and both enjoyed the wide variety of cocks and cunts enormously, still it was each other that they simply could not get enough of. Valerie figured that she had been fucked by well over a thousand different men during their six or seven years of swinging. Many of them had been well hung, and terrific lovers. Many of them had made her come again and again and again. But not one of them had a cock as big as Cleveland's, and not one of them had his ability to use it.
Then two things happened to change their lives from perfect sexual bliss to a now-and-then reminder of what once was, but apparently could never be recaptured. The kids became old enough to be all too curious, very much in the way, and in need of constant, loving attention, so they had stopped swinging. Then Cleveland became president and major stockholder of the bank, and began spending more time away than at home.
For the first couple of years he was gone no more than two nights a week. Then it became four nights at home and three nights away. Then two or three nights at home, and four or five away. Now, for the past couple of years, she was simply glad to see him when she saw him, which was not much more often than late every Sunday night.
Valerie had her kids, though, and, except for Cleveland, she loved them more than anything else in this life. She had watched them grow, helped them with their studies, work, and play. She had become so attached to them that she knew she would never be able to bear seeing them leave her forever. She had always talked to them as though they were adults, answering all of their questions, no matter how intimate and embarrassing, truthfully, openly, and honestly. Thus, when Beverly announced that she was ready to be unburdened of her cherry, Valerie took her to the family physician for a prescription for the pill, and they had laughed, joked, hugged, and kissed all the way home.
When Steve started bringing girls home (at least five years before Beverly asked for the pill), and girls started visiting Steve uninvited, she was happy that her son had started early exploring the joys of sex. It was not until she stumbled upon him getting an amateurish but enthusiastic blow-job from a nubile little juvenile in the family room that she mildly admonished him to take his girls to his room, for fear Beverly might catch them in the act and get ideas of hen own.
Though Steve and Bev had been walking around in front of each other nude all their lives, and wrestling, hugging, kissing, fondling without inhibitions, clothed or nude, Valerie never accused them of actually fucking each other until she was horny, and aching for her son's cock herself. She thought absolutely nothing of Bev's more often than not sleeping in Steve's bed-whether he was in bed with her or not. This was merely another habit they had formed as children, and she saw no reason to interfere.
Now she wondered soberly if she really cared if her children were fucking each other.
After a moment's deliberation, she decided that she didn't.
Pursuing that train of thought, she wondered how she would react if Steve should approach her one day-try to seduce her.
She smiled, blushed, felt her insides dissolve and her pussy fairly vibrate, but she left the question unanswered.
CHAPTER TWO
Valerie lay on one of the extra-wide, softly upholstered chaise lounges in the family room and stared with curious, amused adoration at her two beautiful children. Steven was sitting on a reclining chair before the TV screen, with Beverly on the floor in front of him, her blonde head resting on one of his spread knees.
Steve sipped a drink with one hand, idly tousling his sister's hair with the other. He was dressed in a blue silk lounging robe and nothing else. Beverly was dressed for bed in a pink shortie nightie and matching bikini panties. Both of them were beautiful, and they looked doubly so to Valerie in this intimate family setting. With only the light from a shaded corner floor lamp and the glow from the TV screen illuminating their faces, the resemblance between her and Bev, Steve and Cleveland, was uncanny. The six-foot tall young man was the same height as his father, had the same dreamy brown eyes, the same sensuous mouth. Though it was concealed under his short-cropped, curly black beard, Valerie knew that he and his father also had identical clefts in their chins.
Beverly looked just as much like her mother as her brother looked like his father. Though she was only five foot five she was bound to grow those two separating inches. Her measurements were now a breathtakingly sexy, 36-22-36, but with full maturity, those dimensions, too, would bloom to equal her mother's. Looking at them, Beverly thought of herself and Cleveland at their ages-or at least, when she was Beverly's age, and Cleve was twenty. Just married, they had spent practically every possible waking hour in bed.
"They both love sex," Valerie whispered to herself, "they couldn't be our children and not be sex crazy. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if they are really fucking. I certainly would fuck Steve if I were in Beverly's shoes, if for no other reason than he is so goddamned gorgeous- manly-so fucking virile. I haven't seen his cock hard since he was about fourteen and I caught that girl sucking it that time, but Jeeezus, it was bigger than the average man's twice his age. If it kept growing, it must be as big as his father's now."
Dressed in a long, flowing, almost transparent peignoir, Valerie lay with one hand clamped between her thighs, the other massaging her full, tingling, hard-nippled breast. She was so hot that had not the children been present, she would have opened her thighs, rolled over on her back, and given herself a real hand job. As it was, though, all she could do was watch her children's faces, and surreptitiously rub and squeeze her constantly standing, attention-demanding clit through the sheer material of her gown.
"Oh God, I'd give ten years of my life for a hard, hot young cock now," she said to herself. "Oh Stevey, why did you have to come home and remind me so harshly of what I'm missing-it isn't fair-it isn't fair. If Cleveland doesn't change his ways, I know I'll never be able to make it through this summer without doing something foolish-telling you point blank how badly I want your cock."
The five young men who had slipped in through the back door of the Martingale mansion moved so swiftly, so silently, that they were down in the family room, had switched on the bright overhead lights, and were each pointing a pistol at the startled trio before anybody knew they were in the house.
"Sudden loud noises make me nervous." The thin, curly-haired, obvious leader of the group spoke softly, conversationally into the vacuum of shocked silence that negated even the sound of the TV. "And a scream is certain to cause this .38 in my hand to go off. Just remain quiet-do as you're told-and I promise you nobody will be hurt."
Steve sat looking at the five intruders calmly, studying their faces and mannerisms, sizing them up. After the initial wide-eyed reaction to their entry, he showed no fear whatever. Valerie sat bolt upright, breathless with fear, clutching her thin gown to her wildly heaving breasts, too frightened to scream, even had she not been warned to remain silent. Just as frightened, just as incapable of getting her breath, let alone Screaming, Beverly sat stiffly, staring glassy-eyed at the invaders, digging her fingernails painfully into her brother's knee.
"Wh-what?s th-the m-meaning of this?" Valerie stammered, finding her voice, and speaking in a hoarse, strained whisper. "Wh-who are y-you-wh-what do you w-want?"
"I'll give you a complete rundown of who we are, why we're here, and precisely what we want," the handsome young leader said, "but while I talk, I want you all to make yourselves more comfortable-strip!"
All three Martingales looked at the menacing young man as though they didn't understand English. Without a word, he bent his elbow so that his hand was slightly above his shoulder, and snapped his fingers one time sharply.
One of the invaders, a muscular giant of over 200 pounds, moving with the swiftness and grace of a cat, stepped over to Valerie. He lifted her to her feet, and with one flashing motion of his arm, grasped her peignoir at the beribboned neck, and ripped it from her body like so much tissue paper.
Whirling without seeming to even notice the results of his unveiling, he lifted Beverly all the way from the floor in one of his ham like hands. In a split second her ruined nightie lay on the floor beside what was left of Valerie's peignoir. Hooking one finger into the waistband, he lipped her tiny bikinis asunder, and dropped the still speechless girl unceremoniously back to the carpeted floor.
"That's what you can expect if you don't move fast enough," the young man said with a cold smile. "Any one or all of you can be shot just as quickly as you ladies were stripped-so don't push me."
Valerie cowered on the chaise lounge, Beverly cowered on the floor, both of them bent almost double, using their arms and hands ineffectually to cover their naked tits and cunts. Steve stood up, calmly shrugged out of his robe, and sat back down.
"Call me Dick," the still-smiling ringleader said. "And this is Moose," he said, pointing to the giant who had so efficiently denuded the ladies, then nodding toward a six-foot-six beanpole of a young man, "Snake, and next to Snake, the dude with the jug ears and the silly grin is Speedy, and finally our resident redskin and, token Indian, Tonto. As far as names go, that's all you need to know."
"We're here to rob your husband's bank, Mrs. Martingale," he went on, "I guess you could say-uhhh-by remote control, which is why we are here instead of at the bank."
Bending his elbow in the same manner as before, Dick snapped his fingers again, this time twice in rapid succession.
The four men behind him began to undress swiftly, silently, the unexpected activity becoming even more terrifying because it was carried out without a sign of hesitation or nervousness, as though they had rehearsed this moment over and over again. In the glow of the bright, overhead lights, the quintet's nakedness was accentuated, exaggerated. Their bodies looked like the bodies of well trained athletes, their cocks were all rock hard, and not a single boner measured less than seven inches.
"No-no-no, please, no," Valerie cried.
Dick held his gun steadily, swinging it gently from side to side, from face to face, as though he were watering flowers from a garden hose.
"Relax, relax and enjoy-enjoy," Dick intoned soothingly. "Resistance is useless, fighting us would be suicidal. Uhhh-Steven, if you would be so kind as to scoot your chair back somewhat-take a ringside seat, as it were-the-uhhh-sextivities can begin."
"No-no-no-no-I won't-you can't," Valerie chanted, because she had to say something, and could think of nothing else.
Her words were choked off, however, as Moose stepped over to her again, picked her up from the couch, and smashed his lips against hers. She pushed against his shoulders with both hands, and discovered that the move was about as effectual as pushing against a brick wall. She slapped at his face, head, and shoulders, but all she seemed to be hurting were the palms of her hands. She gave up and went limp in his bear-like hug. Feeling her soft, hot body pressed against all of his male hardness caused her to moan achingly.
There was not an ounce of excess fat on all of his huge frame. His waist was thick, solid, and as flat as a muscle-ridged board. He was squeezing the breath out of her, the last vestige of resistance. The rigid pole of his thick, up-curving cock gouged into her belly. When he had crushed her lips with his, her first thought had been that should he attempt to stick his filthy tongue in her mouth, she'd bite it off. But his tongue was already in her mouth, filling her mouth, and she had neither the strength nor will to clamp her teeth into it. She sucked it, because she could think of nothing else to do with it.
Unable to move her head back or to either side, because he had her neck in a viselike grip, Valerie rolled her eyes to the side to see what was happening to Beverly. The tall, skinny one, Snake, had her in his arms, all the way up off the floor. He was bent in his knees, his long, thin body curved into a modified S, coiling, writhing like the reptile that gave him his nickname, as he socked an endlessly long cock up into the young girl's hot, slick, juice squirting cunt.
Beverly's eyes were closed, her lips were clamped suckingly, slobberingly to the lips of her ravisher. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck. Her strong, curvy legs were hooked firmly around his waist, and Valerie realized with a shock that Beverly was fucking her assailant back with all of her wild young strength. Her creamy white ass was a blur as she twirled it up and down the long slimy pole. Since Snake was holding her asscheeks apart with both big hands, Valerie could see all of his piledriving lance of flesh jackhammering in and out of Bev's tight cuntal ring. She could see the fat, hairy outer lips distended, stretching around the pummeling invader, the pink, wet, petallike inner lips stretching out on each downstroke, and being driven back in and out of sight on each hammering upstroke.
She knew that her daughter was fucking, had often talked to her about fucking, but she never dreamed that she would actually see a cock like this one bouncing off her daughter's womb. She wondered how Bev's tiny pussy could take such punishment without splitting, how she could corkscrew up and down on it with such wild, obviously joyous abandon. During her swinging days she had watched hundreds of couples fucking, but never like this, never this exciting, never with such carefree enthusiasm as her daughter, her cock-taming, pussy-whipping daughter and this tall, skinny beanpole of a cocksman reaming her soppy wet, tightly clinging cunt so thoroughly and completely.
The present situation had arisen so fast, so unexpectedly, that Valerie was still in a state of shock. Though her eyes only rolled toward Bev and locked there for a matter of seconds, in her disoriented, mind blown state, Valerie could have sworn that she stared at her daughter's hysterically wanton, beautifully obscene performance for minutes on end. She saw Beverly lean back in Snake's arms, hair flying, mouth open in a soundless, joyful scream, big upthrust tits bouncing like rubber balls.
She saw Snake duck his head and catch one of Bev's hard, rubbery, pencil eraser-sized nipples between his lips and suck on it like a small boy sucking his thumb, swinging his head from side to side, worrying it, chewing on it like a puppy with a rubber bone. Snake was bent almost double over her now, as she lay almost flat out in the air, parallel to the floor, supported only by her strong legs around his waist, and his thundering meat pole plowing steadily, unerringly in and out of her auctioning, juicy cunt.
Valerie's terror-bulged, shame-clouded eyes rolled farther, seeking Steven. She knew her son wouldn't sit still for this outrage, that he couldn't let this happen to his mother and sister without risking his very life to protect them.
Having obeyed Dick's order to scoot his chair back, Steve now sat calmly three or four feet away from where Snake was savagely packing dick into his sister. The expression on his face was the same as it had been while he was watching TV, showing nothing but avid, wide-eyed interest.
Valerie clamped her eyes tightly closed, and resigned herself to her fate. She seemed to be falling now-in slow motion-as light as a feather-with strong, gentle arms holding her to keep her from falling too fast. She hit the chaise lounge flat on her back, thighs akimbo, arms holding on to Moose's big neck, eyes tightly closed, and breath held half in fear-and half in wild anticipation.
Valerie screamed. Not in pain, not in fear, but in the shocking thrill of feeling a real live, spongy-headed man-cock sliding forcefully into her yearning cunt, nudging firmly against the mouth of her womb. She forgot Beverly, she forgot Steven, she forgot everything and everybody else in the room. Throwing her long, lovely legs around Moose's back, she swiveled up to meet his next thrust, and his next, and his next, meeting him more than halfway, wrestling him back down to the chaise.
It had been so long since she had a cock other than Cleveland's plunging in and out of her molten, female wetness, that she felt like a virgin being deflowered by a master lover. It was good-good-goood, and she wanted it never to stop.
"I'm glad Steve isn't trying anything," she said to herself, "glad he is taking this so calmly. If these bastards only knew what a favor they're doing me-how terribly I needed this-I'll fuck them to death-all of them. Oh God, don't let anything happen to stop this before I've had a chance to fuck them all into a state of paralysis. I don't care what happens afterwards-I give less than a fuck about them robbing Cleveland's bank -it serves the bastard right-just let them fuck me-fuck me-fuck me ... NOWWWWWW!" Valerie screamed aloud in response to her first orgasm of the evening.
CHAPTER THREE
"I knew you were a sensible dude the moment I laid eyes on you," Dick said to Steven. "I appreciate your not giving us a hard time-I don't dig violence."
Though Dick was now standing beside Steve's recliner, Steve ignored him, didn't bother to even glance up at him. He was watching his mother and sister, trying to analyze his own feelings, trying to build up a case of outrage, anger, guilt, even embarrassment, but without success. At college he had participated in more gang-bangs than he could begin to remember. His habit had been to seek out the freaky girls, and make them -even more freaky. The first criterion for a girl to move into his apartment with him had been that she agree to fuck his friends-and Steven had lots of friends.
"But this is my own sister, my own flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood mother," he told himself, trying desperately to work up some feeling besides the undeniable, irresistible pleasure that voyeurism gave him. But his clinically logical, sexually jaded mind would not accept the bait. He had gotten Beverly's cherry on her fifteenth birthday, and had been fucking her since at every opportunity.
He had told his sister how much he loved gang-bangs, and while he was away at school she had arranged one for herself, writing him a long, detailed letter afterwards, telling him how much she had enjoyed it. Steve had also enjoyed reading the letter-it was the next best thing to being there.
Knowing what a chippy-chasing, philandering lecher his father was, and what a hot-assed, sex-starved woman his mother was, he had often considered approaching Valerie sexually. He knew that any resistance would have been only a token, conscience soothing-resistance-and in the end she would have been just as easy to seduce as Beverly had been. But Bev was there for him when he wanted her. All of his other insatiable, hot, eager girls, perfectly trained to satisfy his every freakish whim, were at his beck and call, and though he still planned to fuck Valerie, he simply hadn't gotten around to her-yet.
"I know how you must feel," Dick went on, also staring at the orgy, rather than looking at Steve to see how he was reacting. "Goddam, if this happened to my mom and sister-shit-I don't know-I don't think I could stand it- fuck the consequences, I know I'd do something foolish."
Steve continued to stare straight ahead at Beverly and the two guys that she was now serving simultaneously. She had ridden Snake to a thundering orgasm two minutes after she had clamped her thighs around his waist, and began swiveling up and down on his upthrust cock. He had stumbled to his knees, dropping her gently on the carpeted floor. As he half-rose and scrambled up over her body to make room for the next fucker, she caught his cum-wet, slowly softening cock as it passed over her face, and stopped him in his tracks.
As she pulled his long, slimy cock straight down into her mouth, Snake had no alternative but to follow. Sinking to his knees, he sat lightly on her gently rising and falling tits, loving the tickly sensation of her hard, rubbery nipples fluttering across his hairy ass. After licking her own sweet juices and his tart cum from the dangling dingus, she sucked it into her mouth, making it hard again before going to work on it like a kid with an all-day sucker.
Snake was not completely settled into this new, exciting hole before Speedy dropped to his knees between Beverly's thighs, raised and hooked her knees over his shoulders, and drove his cock with a squishy "sploop" into her cum filled cuntal sleeve. Though Speedy was the smallest in stature his cock was in the nine-inch range, and he certainly had enough ass to swing it. In no time at all he had pumped all the excess cum out of Beverly's cunt, and was hitting spots that caused her to forget the cock in her mouth and tangle with the one that was giving her the most pleasure.
"Jeeezus," Dick said in an awestruck, hissing whisper, "Valerie, I can understand, being married to a master cocksman like Cleveland Martingale, but where the fuck did Beverly learn to suck a cock and fuck like that? My God, look at how she's pussy-whipping Speedy-Jesus Christ, look at her sling that ass-Speedy is a stud-one of the best-but look at him-look at him-he's fucking paralyzed, man-just holding on to keep his ass from being pitched up to the fucking ceiling."
Steve did not need to be told what Beverly was doing to Speedy. He could plainly see her fat, bouncy ass rising and falling like a pinwheel, corkscrewing up and at Speedy like a frantic animal defending its territory from a marauding intruder. Steve knew something that Dick didn't know. He knew that Beverly's cunt muscles were just as active as her ass, that they were roiling, squeezing, biting, that Speedy couldn't pull his cock out, even had he wanted to.
Steve knew that his little sister was putting on a show just for his enjoyment. He knew that she was having the time of her life, and that her initial shock and terror had been at the sight of the guns, not the cocks. He had promised her by mail that he would bring a couple of his buddies home with him from school, for at least one whole weekend of fun and frolic. She had been disappointed when he came home alone, but only because she wanted to prove to her big brother that she could do anything his girlfriends could do, and even beat them at it.
The disappointment had been inconsequential, however, in comparison to her boundless joy at knowing Steve would be home for several weeks. She knew that he would be sneaking into her room, that she would be sneaking into his. She knew that at every conceivable opportunity she would be enjoying the cock she was raised on, had adored, almost worshipped from the time, years ago, when he had first let her wrap her tiny fist around it, play with it, kiss it, jerk it up and down until the hot, thick cream gushed out into her hands, her face, her mouth.
Steve let his mind wander back to earlier in the day, when she had gone up to to his room with him to help him unpack. As soon as they had dropped the suitcases, and he had closed the door, she hiked her mini-skirt high above her waist, and stood wide-legged, ass in the air, elbows and upper trunk resting flat on his bed. This was a traditional, practiced, welcome-home-quickie that they indulged in every time he came home from school.
Merely dropping his pants to his knees, Steve had hobbled forward, aimed the bulbous, purplish head of his slightly more than nine-inch cock at her shiny wet, backthrust hole, and drove it in to her womb with a deep, sensuous groan that matched hers. Hard and fast he had thrust into her, harder and faster she had bucked and bounced back against his driving loins. Though she knew that he would come this time before she was ready, it didn't matter, this was always her most thrilling fuck, this was a reminder of the pure ecstasy that she had been missing, a promise of better things to come.
After dinner, after his shower and her shower in their separate baths, they had met in the family room, he dressed in only his blue silk dressing gown, she in her micro-nightie-minus panties. While Valerie had puttered about the kitchen, and taken her own evening bath, Steve had sucked and tongued his sister's cunt from clit to asshole, and back again, taking his time, making her come and come and come, having to turn the stereo louder and louder to keep Valerie from hearing the orgasmic yelps and shrieks.
Then it had become Steve's turn in the reclining chair, with Beverly on her knees before him, making love to his dick with her hands, lips, and tongue. She squeezed and fondled his nuts, ran her wet pink tongue round and round the head, up and down the shaft, faster and faster, wetter and wetter, for moments on end before she began to suck as he had taught her to suck cock.
Her enthusiasm for sucking cock was boundless, her talent was uncanny. Steve had taught her about hand pressure and mouth pressure, and how to keep from scraping the sensitive skin with her teeth. All the rest she had learned on her own volition. Not only could she deepthroat his cock, taking it all the way to the pubic hairs, but she could flute and flutter her tongue around it while it was embedded to the hilt. She had her own special way of grasping the stalk in both hands and twisting in opposite directions as though she were wringing out delicate undies, while smoothly jerking him off. At the same time she would be twisting the head in titillating half-turns in her sucking lips, and licking the glans in altogether different kinds of elliptic, concentric circles.
She knew exactly how to control his orgasms. She could tell by the tightness of his balls, the pulsing of his ropy veins, and the raggedness of his breathing just how close he was to a climax. At those times she would bear down and make him come immediately, or ease up and tease him along until she was ready-depending upon her mood and desire. Today she had given him a long, loving, leisurely suck of some thirty minutes before making him blast his nuts into her gulping throat.
When Valerie came down the stairs less than three minutes later, Beverly had her panties on and was sitting on the floor with her back to Steve, calmly watching TV.
Dick's hoarsely croaked exclamations of excitement broke into Steve's reverie, and brought him back to the reality of the moment. The rape, or non-rape, since there had been no actual resistance, had been going on now for almost an hour, and it was obvious to Steve that even the mental resistance on the part of his mother had long since vanished.
Valerie was now on her elbows and knees on the chaise lounge. Her fat, sleek rump was poked high in the air. Her silk-fringed, thick-lipped cunt was thrust back and up as though it were attached to adjustable hinges. Moose, working on his third orgasm, was on his knees behind her, jackhammering his cock into the suctioning core of her womanhood like a demented rabbit. Her pussy sputtered and popped, her soft, jiggly asscheeks danced back against his pistoning loins in a creamy white blur of pumping, bumping frenzy.
Tonto, a full-blooded Cherokee, sat at the end of the chaise under Valerie's frantically bobbing face. His nut-brown face was a mask of grimacing ecstasy, his big, liquid brown eyes were bulged in wonder and delight. He had both of his hands twisted in Valerie's tangled hair, forcing her to do his bidding, jerking her head up or down as he chose, allowing her to take no more of his dick into her throat than he decreed.
"How do you happen to know so much about us?" Steve asked Dick, still not looking at him. "All our first names, the layout of our house, my father's personal life and business, apparently all our habits and routines?"
"I learned everything that was necessary for us to pull off this caper," Dick replied, smiling with obvious pride. "How? I'll never tell. I just hope that Cleveland will give us the same cooperation that you people have given us and nobody will be hurt."
"I can tell you in advance that he won't cooperate with you," Steve said, "but just for the sake of conversation, what exactly are you dudes expecting beyond this-what were you expecting when you broke in here?"
"The only thing we weren't expecting was you," Dick said, "you weren't supposed to be home from school until next week this time. What we were expecting was to find Valerie at home alone, Beverly out on a date, and Cleveland gone for the weekend-as usual. We had planned to fuck Val until Bev came home, then fuck them both until Cleveland made it in- anytime after midnight Sunday, according to our research.
"Of course by the time Cleve made it in, we would have been fully clothed, and Val and Bev would have been neatly tied up. Moose would have roughed Cleve up a bit, we would have threatened to gang-rape his wife and daughter, and I am sure that he would have no qualms about allowing me to personally escort him to his bank, opening that vault to which only he has the key, and sacking up a cool million dollars worth of that 'dirty money' that he launders for the underworld and crooked politicians. That's the way we had planned it, and that's the way it's going to be."
Steve was still watching Valerie and Beverly in action. They were changing partners and positions now, and though Beverly's entire attention was riveted on those insatiable cocks, Val shot darting glances in the direction of Steve and Dick, noticing that they were talking, listening to see what they had to say to each other, hoping that nothing would stop what was happening to her until she'd had enough, and she knew she would never have enough.
Both Valerie and Beverly seemed to be moving about in a fucked out, come-weak trance. They allowed themselves to be pulled, pushed, and positioned just so. They accepted cocks into their mouths and cunts as though they had no will of their own, no desire to resist. Their cunts were a raw, blood-gorged, reddish-pink, inner lips protruding thick and leafy from between outer lips. Both of their clits stood fat and elongated, like little dicks, their starfish-formed, softly corrugated vulvas open, spitting out thick, oozing globules of cum.
On and on they went, round and round and round, fucking and sucking as though nothing else mattered in the world. Steve wondered if he would ever grow tired of watching, if seeing a long, hard cock plowing in and out of the same hole over and over again would not soon become boring, but as yet there was no sign of boredom or eye fatigue. Quite the contrary, each change of partners or positions was a completely new voyeuristic experience for him. Each cock that plunged into the hot, juicy, welcoming holes was a new cock, and his excitement grew rather than lessened.
Steve knew that both his mother and sister were females of the old, pre-liberation school when it came to their men, and what their men did to them. They liked to be bossed, subjugated, ruled, controlled. The male was dominant in their lives, and what he wanted was what he got-any way he wanted it. Steve couldn't understand why none of the guys had attempted to fuck either Val or Beverly in their assholes. They most certainly would not have received any opposition or resistance from either of them, but then he remembered how good Bev's pussy was, and how equally good, if not better, he was certain Val's was bound to be, and he ceased to wonder why the fellows didn't switch.
"Gaaaaahhhd-damn!" Tonto suddenly roared, diverting Steven's thoughts, "the muscles inside your cunt are like fur-lined bear traps, girl-Jesus fuckin' Christ-Ohhh-goddamn, don't stop now, it's too late-too-f-fucking late-I'mmmm c-c-commmmmmming!"
"Ohhh-shit-fuck-sweet Jesus," Speedy cried at the same time, "I'm comin', goddam, I'm comin'-suck it-swallow it, bitch-you sweet cocksucking whore, swallow every fucking drop!"
Steve had been sitting with his arms folded in his lap, his hands lightly gripping his thighs. Now, absorbed in the sight of Beverly and Val draining the two cocks, and the fucking-sucking quartet's final throes of ecstasy, he leaned forward, uncrossing his arms, and gripping his knees.
"Wellll, look'a here-look'a here," Dick chortled gleefully, "no wonder Mr. Cool hasn't been putting up any resistance-this shit is turning him on. He gets his kicks watching his mother and sister getting the piss fucked out of them-watching them eat cock, and guzzle cum. Look at the hard-on on this sonofabitch, fellas, look at that boner!"
Steve's cock had been hard since the action started, but he had hidden it under his crossed arms. Now it stood angled up toward his chest in all of its flange-headed glory. Since Dick was talking loudly, and pointing at Steve's crotch, every eye in the room was directed toward the subject under discussion. Steve sat quietly, making no effort to hide his erection.
"Gaaahddamn," one of the group hissed in amazement and disbelief, "look at the size on that motherfucker-it must be a foot long!"
"Funny that you would use the term motherfucker" Dick chuckled, "because that's exactly what that big tool looks like to me-a perfect mother fucker. Every mother should be so lucky to have one of her very own. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, fellas, you've been entertaining Steve, now Steve and his darling mother are going to entertain you-right, Steve?"
Steve remained silent.
"Ohhh, no-no-no," Valerie begged in a choked whisper, "haven't you done enough already? Please, no-no."
"Ohhh, yes-yes-yes-yes," Dick countered derisively, "we wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. Let's see what kind of a cocksman this dude is. I want you both to take him on, you and Beverly. Go fix yourselves some drinks, guys, and make yourselves comfortable. Everybody get himself a ringside seat, the show is about to begin."
CHAPTER FOUR
Steve was ready-more than ready. Nothing in all of his swinging, hedonistic, freaky life had ever turned him on as much as watching his sister and mother completely demolish those four strong young studs, Beverly had written him, promising that she would fuck the guys that he brought home from college, and let him watch. Just the thought of seeing her being taken, brutalized, cunt-fucked, mouth fucked, and ass-fucked, had kept his cock hard in wild anticipation since he had read the letter.
Now he had gotten a double bonus, an unexpected surprise in seeing not only Beverly but also his mother in wild, wanton action. He thought again of the empty, pointless, repetitious arguments against group sex and voyeurism, and wondered who was crazy, he or his detractors. "It's sick," they said, "it's boring," they said, "watching the same old thing over and over again-what's the point?"
Then those same brainwashed sexual cynics would hop planes and trains, and pile in cars to travel all the way across the country, halfway around the world, to sit or stand in sweltering heat and pouring rain to watch insane men in souped-up cars drive round and round and round a race track, the only variety or relief that they could ever hope for being when one of the drivers crashed into a wall and killed himself.
They would watch basketball tournaments with team after team throwing the same ball through the same hoop, hour after hour, day in and day out. Sitting on hard, uncomfortable benches, getting gouged with fists and elbows, having their eardrums split by screaming fans, and to them the ordeal was the ultimate in excitement.
Steve's thing, however, was fucking and watching others fuck-the more the merrier. Nothing in life was more beautiful to him. He made no apologies for his preoccupation, his obsession with all things sexual. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching his mother and sister fuck themselves into a state of nirvana. One of the happiest constants of his life was his relationship with his sister, and now-even under present circumstances-he wasn't about to pretend that he didn't want to fuck his mother.
Valerie and Beverly were both lying on their backs on the floor, knees raised and thighs spread, as ordered by the gun-wielding Dick. The four men, each holding the whiskey bottle of his choice in one hand and a water glass in the other, sat in a semicircle right down front, with close-up views right into the two wide open, cum-oozing cunts.
Steve stood up, after being prodded to his feet by Dick's gun barrel, and dropped to his knees .between them. Staring down at them both, he couldn't decide where to start. Valerie lay with her eyes tightly closed. Beverly lay with her eyes wide open and brightly shining. Knowing that only Steve, kneeling above her, could see her face, she grinned happily, winked broadly, and licked her lush, wet lips lewdly.
The open invitation from his sexy little sister was more than Steve could resist. Taking two steps to the side on his knees, he wound up positioned between her spread thighs. Dropping his hands flat on the floor, he leaned over her, waiting for her to grab his cock-as was her habit- and guide it into the slick, hot wetness of her sucking cunt hole.
"Wait a minute-wait a minute," Dick barked, "mother comes first, motherfucker. You're supposed to be such a great lover, and apparently all you do is hop on and hump away. Well, it ain't gonna be like that this trip, ol' buddy. Show your mother some respect and do her up first. And, goddammit, I mean do her up in high style. Get her hot and ready. Suck the cum from her cunt before you go in, and I mean suck it clean and dry. Then lick that clit until she begs you to fuck her.
"If I don't hear her asking you to fuck her, that means you ain't done shit-you haven't earned that pussy-make her come-make her beg for your cock. Then, by God, I want to see some action out of you that'll make all our cocks hard again. Come on, goddammit, get to work and show me something."
Steve was glad that Dick and the others could not read his mind. His favorite sextivity-a gang-bang-held three separate and distinct thrills for him, each depending upon the others for maximum enjoyment. The first thrill was the watching, seeing cock after throbbing cock pounding mercilessly into the same pink, juicy hole. Seeing cock after cock squirt its hot, gushing load to mix with the load before it, until the cunt overflowed, and cum oozed down the crack of the lady's ass.
His second thrill, just as enjoyable, just as fulfilling, was to suck the lady's cunt after the last nut sack had been drained into her. The more of the hot, tangy stuff he could schlurp out into his mouth, the better he liked it. The third and ultimate thrill, however, was the endlessly long fuck between him and the lady after all the other men were done.
This last order of Dick's, then, became frosting on the cake. He hadn't wanted to appear too eager, too freaky, and he would never have indulged his second thrill under the present circumstances. With a loaded gun pointed at his head, however, he had no choice-arid nothing could have pleased him more.
Before tonight, he could not remember ever having really seen his mother's cunt. He had seen her naked scores of times, and on those occasions his eyes would invariably drop to her crotch. All he had seen, however, had been a veritable thicket of curly bronze hair, and just the beginnings of her fat outer lips before they disappeared into the silken jungle between her alabaster thighs.
Tonight he had seen it all, and her cunt was the epitome of all his dream cunts. Steve loved to look at-into-cunts, and the more over fucked and abused they appeared, the more beautiful they appeared to him. He liked clits that were long, fat-headed, hanging almost dick-like above deep slimy gashes. He liked for inner labia to protrude, puffy and dark, like wilting flower petals far beyond the outer lips. He liked the convoluting, corrugated, brighter pink inner flesh of the vulva to be visible, wet, shiny with woman slime or man cum or both. And this was Valerie's cunt-in spades, The thick; reddish-blonde hair that framed it, running down the insides of her thighs, and up the sweaty crack of her ass, gave it an added dimension of sexy beauty.
Steve had to stifle a groan of lust as he dropped his face between her splayed thighs, and breathed in great, gulping gasps of the mixture of smells that were captured there. The odor was heady, intoxicating, overpowering. He loved it more than the fragrance of any flower, any cologne or perfume. Opening his mouth wide, he clamped it to his mother's gaping cunt. Before beginning to suck, he stiffened his tongue, slid it flat into her goo-filled hole, and ladled the sweet and sour slime into his mouth as though from a spoon.
Beverly's cunt was always as hot as though she had a low banked fire in her womb, a centralized raging fever in her loins. Valerie's pussy was just as hot. This fact pleased and surprised Steve, because until now he had thought that such heat as emanated from Beverly's genitals was generated solely by the sweet flame of youth.
Sliding both hands under his mother's big, soft ass, he lifted her entire bottom from the floor and drank from her cunt like an old man drinking from a bowl of warm soup. The texture of her taut ass skin was like satin. The giant orbs were as soft as ass cheeks could be, heavy, yielding, almost burying his clutching fingers.
As he began to suck, she began to moan softly, and writhe her loins up into his face, her cunt farther up into his mouth. He sucked until all the cum was gone, and only her sweet, clear juices remained to fill his mouth, roll off his tongue. Spreading the resilient globes of her ass wider apart, lifting them higher, he found another pocket of cum pooled in the deep, dark crevice, and greedily lapped up this surprise bounty. He licked the silky, wispy hairs on the humid valley floor flat and slickly wet. He ran his tongue around the flat, wrinkled ring of her asshole several times before stabbing it into her tiny clutching back opening as deep as it would go.
"AHHHHHRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Valerie cried gutturally, in a groaning, gurgling yelp of surprise, arching up from the floor in a taut, curving bridge.
Steve caught her there, and held her fast. Flipping his tongue out of her asshole and up to her clit in one smooth swipe, he clamped the turgid, meaty mini-dick between lip-cushioned teeth, and tongue-lashed it to thicker, harder prominence.
"Oh God-oh God-s-suck it, baby-suck mommy's hot pussy, darling!" Valerie cried, seeming to have completely forgotten that they had an audience. "Lick that clit-lick it-lick it-ohhh shit-it's so good-soooogoddamn good-yes-yes-chew it-harder-harder-oh God-I'm-c-c-commmmmming!"
And even as she climaxed, Valerie ground her pussy harder into her son's mouth. She still lay arched upward, nothing touching the floor but her head, elbows, and feet.
"I-I-c-can't st-stand any more of th-thisss," she stuttered, "it's too good-you s-suck mommy's pussy too good, b-baby-you're dr-driving meeee-cr-crazeeeeeeee-oh God, stop, pleeese s-st-stop and-and-f-fuck me, darling- I want your c-cock-fuck me-please, darling, fuck me nowwwww!"
Lifting his face from his mother's loins and rising to his knees, Steve moved into position between her spread and quivering thighs. Valerie was still in her arched, bridge-like position, still bumping and grinding her loins into the air as though she were possessed by a dozen demons of lust. Lifting her elbows from the floor, and remaining balanced on the back of her head and the balls of her feet, she reached down between her thighs with both hands, and spread her cunt lips as far apart as they would go.
Holding his cock firmly in his fist and aiming it at the tiny, wide open hole, Steve thrust gently forward and inward, marveling at the sensation of the wet nether lips stretching tightly, slicky around the thick, spongy head of his manhood. Valerie grunted and moaned her frustration as the sharply angled ring under the head stopped just after complete entry, and moved in no deeper.
Beside herself with lust, Valerie hunched her loins vigorously higher in the air, attempting to use her pussy muscles to suck the source of her need and desire deeper into her yearning chasm, deeper, harder, faster.
Steve simply moved back with his hips, not pulling all the way out of her, but not going any deeper into her hot, velvet tunnel until he was ready. They wanted a show, and he was determined to give them a show. He had to remain in control, he had to set the rhythm, pace, and tempo. Catching Valerie completely by surprise, he jogged abruptly, forcefully inward, driving his cockhead into the cushy softness of her womb, knocking her flat on her cottony ass.
With a shriek of pure ecstasy, Valerie shot both legs into the air and hooked them around her son's waist, then flung both arms around his neck to lock them there. When he began his swiveling, corkscrewing thrusts and withdrawals, she was right there waiting for him, working with him, not missing a beat or a stroke: They picked up the tempo, and fucked with a meshing, a complementing coordination of movements that made it seem that they had been fucking each other, avidly practicing, for years and years.
The semicircle of onlookers was wonderstruck, speechless, staring open-mouthed, wide-eyed, and breathless at the horizontal sexual ballet that was being performed before their eyes. Beverly had moved around on her stomach until she lay directly behind them, chin resting on cupped palms, gazing as though hypnotized as her brother's familiar, beloved cock danced in and out of her mother's filled-to-bursting cunt.
Lying gently on the heavenly soft pillow of Valerie's roiling, pumping stomach, and her heaving, swaying breasts, Steve kissed his mother with a kiss of love. He sucked her sweet saliva as he had earlier sucked the cum and cunt juice from her pussy. His tongue and her tongue danced, dueled, tangled, inside and outside their mouths. Her eyes were open now, staring into his eyes, sparkling like jewels in a joy that could be neither hidden nor denied.
Over the past few years, when her sex life had lessened and his manhood had become a visible, virile statement of fact, they had both silently, wistfully speculated on how it would be to enjoy this act with each other. They had both known that it would be good-as good as any sex that they had ever had with any partner-but neither of them ever dreamed that it would be this good.
Valerie's whimpering moans were the only sound heard in the gigantic room, except for the gasping, heavy breathing of the spectators. As her moans grew louder and more frequent, even the sound of the group's breathing was drowned out. The moans swiftly turned into loud, gurgling grunts, then sharp, piercing yelps, then finally to loudly shrieked, incoherently jabbered curses and endearments.
"Fuck me-fuck me-shit-oh goddamn-goddamn-fuck, baby-shit-ohh Jesus-I'm dying-dying-baby-baby-baby-darling-sweet, good dick baby-fuck mee-ohh-goddamn you-shit-I'm-c-coming-coming-oh God-I c-c-can't s-stop c-coming-pl-pleeease, b-baby- if I don't s-stop c-c-coming, I'll-ohhh shit- again-again-ohh shit-fuck-piss-I don't care-I d-don't care if I d-die-fuck me-fuck this pussy that you c-came out of, baby-it's., yours-yours-anytime-anywhere-any way you want it, sweet fucking darling-ohhh God-God-God-h-help me s-stop-c-cominnnng-I'm going out of my-EEEEEEEEEKKKK!"
Beverly knew exactly what her mother was going through, because she had gone through the same excruciatingly sweet, sweet torture dozens and dozens of times. She gasped and grunted each time he drove his cock into Valerie's womb, just as though it were she, instead of her mother, taking the glorious punishment. She would get hers-she knew that-he loved to fuck her too much not to save some hardness and energy for her. She made her pussy too good for him to know it was there waiting, and not take it.
Suddenly Beverly remembered that Steve had told her how much he loved to suck still-hot loads of jism from a freshly fucked cunt, and hastily scrambling to her knees, she crawled around front. Her own juices were now pouring so hard and fast that they were forcing the cum that had been pooled in her cunt out and down her thighs. Scooting backwards until her knees straddled Valerie's head and her ass was in Steve's face, Beverly dropped her upper trunk flat on the carpet, her face lying on her crossed arms. Knowing what Steve's next move would be, she pushed her ass higher, and made it open as wide as she could for him.
She knew what was taking him so long to get started, that he was staring into her raw, open sex, sniffing her down there, smelling her like a male dog smelling the ass and cunt of a bitch in heat. For his further titillation, she used her well trained muscles to cause both her asshole and cunt hole to wink alternately opened and closed.
Finally Steve began licking at the backs of her knees, and slowly, sensuously licked his way up the insides of her thighs. His thrilling, cleansing tongue was still inches away from her cunt when she began to tremble, to fairly quake with sweet anticipation. As his tongue danced into her cunt hole, she began moaning and bucking her ass back into her brother's face, just as her mother had done earlier. He licked and sucked eagerly, greedily, until the aromatic, fleshy chalice yielded up nothing more than her natural juices.
Then he began making oral love, not just to her cunt, but to her entire bottom. He licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her clearly visible, easily accessible asshole until she cried out. He whipped his tongue up and down her gash, round and round her clit, until she screamed. Then zeroing in on her clit and working on it alone, he began making her come as he was making his mother come-nonstop, shattering, rapid-fire orgasms that rocked her to her very soul.
Valerie's high pitched, hysterical wailing had never ceased, and as her passion-crazed voice was joined by her daughter's, the walls of the room reverberated with their cacophonous testimonials to the ecstasy that consumed them.
"Ohhh darling-baby-Stevey-lover," Valerie cried. "N-never ahhhgh-never h-have I been f-fucked like this-phh shit, sweetheart-go on and kill me and get it o-over w-with-I can't t-take any more-I-I-t-tell you-my heart won't stand it-ohh yes, yes-yes-like that-slow and easy-that's right-that's it, baby-go on, fuck me just like this-don't ever stop, darling-fuck mommy-mommy loves her sweet baby's cock-fuck-fuck-fuck me forever ... "
"Suck it, big brother-suck it!" Beverly cried at the same time, "suck my pussy wrong side out-bite my clit out by the roots-ohh- ohhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes-yesss-I love it-you know how much I have always loved your tongue in my pussy-up my ass-oh Jesus, baby-it gets better every time-you suck better than you fuck-no-no-no-that's a lie- nothing is better than your fu-fucking-but this is so good-ohhhh-soo goood-I'm coming-I-Fm coming-Jesus-suck it-make me come some more-I can take it-ohh-ohhh- ohhhhh-yes-yes-YESSSSSSSSS!"
Later, when Steve stiffened and bellowed his roar of ecstasy and relief, both Valerie and Beverly climaxed with him, which was no big thing because they both had been steadily coming for the past half hour.
CHAPTER FIVE
The two oversized chaise lounges in the family room had been pushed together to form a king-sized double bed, complete with silk sheets and two large pillows. Valerie and Beverly lay on the makeshift bed side by side, too sated, happy, and excited to sleep. Dick had sent his four companions upstairs, ordering them to sleep on the floor in front of the four exits, just in case Cleveland came home early, or one of the ladies decided to try to make a break for freedom.
In the corner of the family room opposite the bed, Steve and Dick sat hunched over Steve's custom made chess set, engaged in deeply concentrated competition. The two had seemingly formed a sort of grudging, cautious truce. They seemed to be impressed by but not really to like each other. They seemed to want to be friends, but both realized that the situation would not allow either of them to let down his guard.
"I guess I goofed, didn't I?" Beverly whispered to Valerie.
"Goofed? In what way?" Valerie asked softly.
"I mean I let the cat out of the bag-let you know-let everybody know-that Stevey and I have been fucking."
"Oh that? My goodness," Valerie laughed silently, "I was sure of that, anyway, and after what you saw me do. and heard me say, I can't see how you could think you need to make any explanations or apologies."
"I'm not apologizing, in fact I'm glad it's out in the open," Beverly said. "I feel so close to you now-closer than I've ever felt, because we've shared something. No matter what happens now, we know something of each other that we probably never would have known before, and I have no regrets."
"Me either," Valerie concurred. "I'm happier than I have been in ages-I know I shouldn't be-I should be feeling guilty, ashamed, filled with remorse, but I couldn't even pretend to be any of those things. When those fellows broke in here, I was right in the middle of wondering if I could let Stevey fuck me. I know I wanted him to, but I wasn't sure I could let him."
"I don't have to ask you how you liked it, because you told everybody within hearing range," Beverly laughed quietly, "but can you see now why I'm so crazy about him, why I didn't give a damn whether you knew or not-isn't he a phenomenon?"
"He's more than that," Valerie said, "he's all that your father ever was, and then some. How long have you two been fucking-how did you get started?"
"Well, he actually got my cherry on my fifteenth birthday," Beverly replied, "but we had been doing everything except actually fuck since I was a pre-teenager. You know how you and daddy left us mostly to our own devices, and I guess that since we were both super-horny from birth, most of our play was sex play. We started out by just looking and feeling, then progressed to masturbating in front of each other. The next step was mutual masturbation, and by the time I was fifteen and he was nineteen, I could already deepthroat his cock-over nine inches. I guess I'm a natural born cocksucker-I love it."
"Like mother, like daughter," Valerie chuckled. "I've always loved it, but then I've always loved anything that had to do with sex. But tell me, what would you two have done had I or your father actually caught you-what did you think? Did you ever discuss us?"
"We discussed you two more than you'd imagine," Beverly giggled. "He's had the hots for you, and I've had the hots for daddy from way back when. Some of our best jerk-off and suck sessions were after we'd sneaked to your bedroom door and listened to you screaming and yelling when daddy was in form, and really fucked the piss out of you."
"Oh my God," Valerie gasped, blushing unseen, "and if you only knew the times I've wanted to sneak to Steve's door and listen to what you two were doing in there."
"You would have heard some wild shit," Beverly assured her. "Fucking that man and keeping quiet is about as impossible as sitting on a red hot stove and not yelling. When this is over, are you still going to fuck him-will we be able to do it together?"
"You better believe it. At least for this summer I won't be climbing the walls because Cleve isn't around. I intend to store up for winter-I'll fuck that son of mine silly."
"How about daddy-do you think maybe I could seduce him-pull him in to the act?"
"I doubt it. He loves young pussy, and I know he is fucking his secretary, and every other young girl he can beg, borrow or buy, but you're his daughter, and I really don't think he could handle it. I wish he weren't such a square, though, because I couldn't think of a more heavenly situation-you and Cleveland, me and Stevey-changing partners at will-having two of the most fantastic cocks and hot, eager cunts between us that have ever been assembled under one roof."
"Ohhh shit, mommy, you're getting me all worked up just thinking about it-there must be something we can do. After this is over, let's work on him-both ... of us-even if we have to wait until Steve goes back to school, so we can be alone with him. I know we can do it.'"
"I've got a better idea," Valerie whispered excitedly, "if we're ever going to do it, now is the perfect time. In spite of how easily I can talk about it now, and how glad I am that I got a chance to fuck Steve, I'm almost sure that it wouldn't have worked for us under any other circumstances. Too many inhibitions, too much brainwashing, everything would have gotten in the way. But he was forced to fuck me, and it worked out fine. Let's do the same with Cleveland. If that handsome devil, Dick, ever gets out of those clothes and fucks either one of us, let's persuade him to make Cleveland fuck you when Cleve comes home."
"Ohhh groovy-wonderful-that's exactly the way to do it," Beverly agreed, "and I'll make it so good to him, that there is no way for him to keep away from me later. But speaking of Dick's fucking one of us-what's with that dude, do you think he might be queer? I'd give my left titty to fuck him, but he hasn't shown any signs that he wants to."
"Oh, he's shown signs all right," Valerie insisted. "I've been watching his crotch, and he's had a hard-on almost all evening. But he is the leader, and obviously has to stay in control, and I'm sure he knows that if he gets between our thighs, he'd be too vulnerable. But don't worry, I've got a feeling he's got the galloping hots for you-he'll manage."
"I hope so-he's so cute. I want him so badly. How did you like the other guys?"
"Ummm, nice. All of them were very good-a perfect appetizer for what I got from Steve. Your father is still the best for me, but there is no denying that young, virile cock has a quality that is irreplaceable-I want more and more and more of the same."
"I just hope daddy doesn't do anything foolish when he comes in," Beverly said. "I hope he doesn't play hero and get hurt, or refuse to cooperate and get all of us hurt-or killed."
"Oh, he'll cooperate with them. I didn't know he was still doing it, but I knew about that so-called dirty money, and Cleve couldn't afford to go to the police about that, anyway. We have talked about just this situation many times before, and he has always warned me that if any member of our family is ever in a kidnap on hostage situation, to cooperate fully and completely-fuck the money-our family's safety comes first. And as you clearly saw, I couldn't have cooperated more."
"Touché," Beverly laughed, "and I hope they come back tonight for some more cooperation, and tomorrow and tomorrow night for more and more and more. Why don't you sneak over there and grab that gun and make Dick fuck me, then I'll take the gun and make him fuck you."
"Don't think I wouldn't try it if I thought I could get away with it," Valerie murmured, laughing with her happy daughter. "Isn't this the weirdest situation imaginable? Both of us are supposed to be in hysterics-having our third or fourth nervous breakdown-physically and emotionally damaged for life. And here we are laughing together about what has happened so far, and trying to figure out ways to get more of the same. I don't care how I'm supposed to feel, I have never had a more enjoyable evening."
"Neither have I," Beverly admitted. "Steve was supposed to have brought a couple of buddies home with him to fuck me? but they had finals, and can't make it until next weekend. I don't expect it to be as good as this one, but it looks like well have some action next weekend, too. Will you join us?"
"Shit, I'd like to see somebody try to keep me from it," Valerie replied. "I'm hooked now on you kids and your action, so count me in on all your future plans."
"I'd like to count Dick in on at least my immediate plans," Beverly giggled, staring hungrily at the two chess players. "Aren't they both beautiful-I wonder what they could possibly have to talk about?"
"Shhhh," Valerie hissed, "they're talking louder, let's try to catch what they're saying."
In the ensuing silence, the young men's voices came across the room loud and clear.
"So you beat me-so what?" Dick was saying, "that doesn't make you a Bobby Fischer. So you play a good game of chess-you're still a jive turkey in my eyes, a freaky weirdo who gets his kicks from watching his mother and sister get the shit fucked out of them, then sucking the cum from their slimy cunts."
"You slipped up," Steve replied calmly. "While we were playing chess you were expressing nothing but hatred for guys like my father and yours-hypocrites, you called them, and you're the biggest hypocrite of all. You bitched about a system that makes a religion of violence, brutality, and hate, while making a crime of incest. As I said, you slipped up. All you did was tell me where you are really coming from."
"Suppose you tell me, smart-ass, where am I coming from?"
"You wish like hell you were in my shoes," Steve replied evenly. "I admitted that I had been fucking Beverly for a long time, and that I had planned to fuck Valerie, even without your making me. Your problem is, you'd like to do the same things with your sister and mother, but just haven't got the guts."
"Bullshit," Dick snorted. "I love my sister and my mother, but I sure as hell wouldn't fuck either one of them. You're the freak, not me."
"You're goddamned right, I'm a freak," Steve asserted, "if fucked up, miserable, psychotic creeps like you are normal, then I'm delighted to be called a freak. I didn't say that you would fuck your mother and sister, I said you want to," Steve emphasized, "and that's what's got you so fucked up. When you showed me pictures of both of them in bikinis, and described to me in detail the perfect sexiness of their asses and tits, you were fucking them both in your mind.
"Why was it so important to you to prove to me that your sister, Gina, was sexier than Beverly, and your mother, Mona, was sexier than Val? Why did you say your old man kicked you out of the house?"
"Everything you're saying is pure bullshit," Dick repeated. "As for dad throwing me out- lots of reasons-he couldn't deal with my philosophy of life, and he used my playing with Gina as an excuse to get rid of me."
"Just playing," Steve taunted, "no sex?"
"Of course not. We were both naked, but that's nothing strange, because except for my prudish, moralistic old man, we all walk around naked a lot. Gina hit me, and I chased her into her bedroom. I was on top of her, tickling her, just playing, and my old man caught us, and got the wrong idea. He threw me out with just the clothes on my back. That's why I planned this job, to get back at bastards like your dad and mine."
"Your old man is a lot like mine," Steve mused. "I've never put him to the test, but I imagine that his reaction would be the same. Gina and Mona seem to be a lot like Bev and Val, too. Isn't it funny about family patterns, how certain educational, economic, and religious backgrounds create such basic similarities in complete strangers? The only difference in me and you is the fact that Bev and I have lived out our fantasies, while you and Gina just never really got the chance. Come on, admit it, you'd give your left nut to fuck Gina, wouldn't you?"
"You're pretty cool-pretty hip," Dick smiled, dodging the question. "I wish we had met under different circumstances, because I can really dig where you're coming from. I'd like to get into your fucking head, just like I'd like to get into Valerie and Bev's fucking asses."
"There they are," Steve said, nodding toward the two naked, sleep feigning women, "at your mercy, and obedient to your every command- knock yourself out."
"Only two things are stopping me," Dick said, "the main one being, I'm here on business, not for pleasure, and I can't afford to get careless- can't get carried away fucking. You're just too goddamned cool, calm, and collected for my taste-I can see the wheels spinning in your head-you've got more up your sleeve than your fucking elbow, and I'm not about to put myself A in the position to let you get the upper hand."
"That makes sense," Steve said. "What's the other thing?"
Dick blushed before answering, "I don't mind admitting it, Beverly turns me on too much, she reminds me too much of Gina. Gina is black-haired and Bev is blonde, but beyond that, they are just alike. So you were right, goddammit, I'll admit that, too, I want to fuck Gina as much as I want anything in this life. Fucking Beverly would be more than I could cope with-if she whipped that pussy on me like she did my buddies-I don't know-I'd flip my fucking lid."
"And Val?"
"Say, what is this? You trying to get me in a position where you can pull some shit? Forget it. Sure I'd fuck Val, and I don't intend to leave this house without fucking her, but I can wait until the time is right-until- my buddies are here to cover for me. I'm an ass man, and your mother has got just about the most fabulously sexy ass I've seen since I left home. I adore the female ass-I worship it-they are all beautiful to me, but I swear that Gina, Beverly, Valerie, and Mona have got fart sacks on them that put all the best I have ever seen to shame."
"Patterns," Steve chuckled. "I'm an ass man, too. I'm also a left-handed Pisces."
"How did you know I'm a Pisces?"
"Just a guess-you're too much like me not to have been."
"Goddamn uncanny, unbelievable," Dick muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ever since this caper started tonight, I've been thinking how Mona and Gina would have reacted if the shoe were on the other foot and you and some dudes busted in like we did. You know I decided that they would have reacted exactly the same as Val and Bev-exactly. It's amazing how much alike they are. That family patterns theory of yours is mind-blowing. Now I'm sure that it will work out for me and Gina-maybe even with me and Mona."
"I thought you couldn't go home again."
"Oh I can go home-anytime I want to-I just didn't want to go back to the same situation I left. I really didn't know how Gina and Mona felt about what I had in mind until I dug what's happening here, but in so many words, Bev and Val have told me that they are just as ready as I am. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I'm going to fuck them both in their assholes. That's a lifelong dream of mine that has never been realized, because I could never find a girl who could take my big cock in her asshole, but dad's cock is bigger than mine, and I know he fucks mom in the ass, because I've sneaked and watched them fucking too many times, and she loves that horse cock of his up her ass. Like mother like daughter. I'll bet Gina will dig it just as much."
"Beverly and Valerie have assholes," Steve said laconically.
"You're just too fucking anxious for me to let my guard down," Dick said, picking up the pistol lying ready at his left hand, and pointing it between Steve's eyes. "Yes, I'm going to fuck them-I'm going to tear them both new assholes. But you're going to join me, Mr. Cool ... While I'm fucking one, you'll be fucking the other-and remember, the pistol will be on my side of the-bed."
CHAPTER SIX
"My cock is sore," Dick panted in the wee small hours of the morning, "but I can't stop-I swear before God, I can't stop. Jeeezus, Bev, baby, tell me to stop-tell me I'm hurting you-for God's sake, make me stop before I fuck my fool self to death,"
"No-no-no, darling-I'm sorry," Beverly moaned into the pillow in which her face was pressed, "I c-can't t-tell you to st-stop-I'll n-never-never-ever t-tell you to s-stop f-fucking me-it's so good-s-sooogoddamned g-good. I've always liked to be f-fucked in my ass, and I th-thought that no-nobody c-could do it as g-good as S-Steve-b-but oh God-oh God-darling, your cock feels so good pi-plowing in and out of m-my asshole that I'd b-bite my t-tongue oil be-before I'd tell you t-to-s-s-stop."
They had been fucking for hours, stopping only to change partners and positions, before Valerie, then Steve, drifted off to sleep. Dick had come two or three times, but with each gushing load, his cock seemed to get harder, rather than softer. The longer and harder he ass-fucked Beverly, the hotter and tighter her anal canal seemed to get.
Dick's cock was a quarter of an inch shorten than Steve's but a full half-inch thicker. The biggest difference in their cocks, though, was the heads. Steve had a thick, flanged helmet of purplish cockhead that looked like a huge mushroom. Dick's pinkish-tan glans was like a pointy arrow tip on his thick dagger of flesh-just made for ass-fucking. No matter how much lubrication they used, or how loose and relaxed she happened to be, Beverly always felt a twinge of pain when Steve first forced his fistlike cockhead into her anal sphincter, but Dick's dick, from start to finish, was nothing but pure heaven.
Several times, for a while, they had lain face to face, she with her knees hooked over his shoulders, his cock making sparks fly from her fingertips, as he reamed her asshole deeply, completely, with long, loving, gently stormy strokes. She had enjoyed those times best, because she could look adoringly into his limpid brown eyes, kiss his lush, femininely soft lips, watch the passionate flaring of his thin-nostriled, finely arched nose.
Dick couldn't maintain that position long, though, because he missed the- sight of her ass too much. He would pull out of clamping thighs, hugging arms, and clinging anus, and roll her over, gently pushing her up on her knees. And she would drop her tits and her face flat on the pillow without any protest, forcing her ass high and wide open for him-just like he liked it.
Before driving into the bright pink rosebud of her anus again, however, he would always grab handfuls of her sleek, resilient asscheeks, and pull them as wide apart as they would go. Clamping his mouth to the fuck-widened opening, he would lick it, suck it, stab his tongue deeply into it, before finally spitting into it until it overflowed back out into his mouth.
Rising to his knees, he would guide his cock in slowly, forcefully, always gasping and groaning at the heat and tightness. Though Beverly was as relaxed as she could possibly be, and her sphincter had been fuck-softened and cock-stretched to the limit, she could still control the tightness by contracting her muscles. She could make the burning hole kiss gently, suck lovingly, or clamp bitingly around this heavenly invasion of her most private privacy, and cause him to almost scream in ecstasy and pain.
Now he kneeled behind her, spreading her cheeks so widely apart that the valley between the mini-mountains flattened into a wide, smooth plateau. He watched, fascinated, enthralled as his cock appeared, disappeared, and reappeared in a hole that was so tiny that it didn't appear capable of accommodating his little finger.
"Tell me the truth-am I hurting you, baby?"
"No, darling-my God, no-you can't hurt me-you could ass-fuck me forever, and never hurt me. Get it, darling, get it-get it-it's yours-all. yours-I don't care who you are, or what you are-I love you. I don't care about the money that you want from daddy's bank-none of us do-fuck that money, it's you I want-you and your sweet cock."
"Tell me again that you love me."
"Ohh, I do-I do, you know I do. I love you, Dickyyyyyyy! I've told you at least a hundred times tonight, and I'll tell you 100,000 times more-I love you-I'm yours for the taking- any time-anyway-anywhere you want me."
Dick slowed down his maniacal hammering- coasted to a stop-reluctantly pulled his cock out of her sucking, slick anal channel, and rolled over on his side, pulling Beverly with him.
"Had enough for a while?" she questioned softly, after a long, tongue-probing kiss.
"No, I'll never get enough-I want to talk."
"About what?"
"Us-our future."
"Do you mean you're ready to call off this crazy robbery?"
"No, I can't, Bev, I can't. It's not the moneys it's-it's just the principle of the thing. This is something I've planned too long-too well. This is the perfect crime, that actually is no crime, because I'm taking from swindlers, thieves, and murderers. This is my idea of poetic justice."
"But darling, even if you succeed-even if daddy can't go to the police, you'll still be running for the rest of your life. Even if the police won't be after you, the underworld will, and that's even worse, because the police would only jail you-those people will kill you without hesitation."
"I've got that part already figured out, too. Ill-have' to leave the country for a while, but I already know where I'm going, and they!! never find me there, even should they start looking for me, which I doubt-they have no idea who I am. All I want to know now is, will you go with me?"
"No, Dick-I-can't. Ill be here for you if you ever decide to come back, but I'm not going to play Bonnie and Clyde with you. I want to live-to love. I'm not going underground or on the run."
"Oh God," Dick moaned, almost in tears, "what a crazy, fucked up situation this turned out to be. Why did you have to turn out to be so goddamned lovely-so perfectly perfect? Why did you have to have a mother that I wish was my mother-that is the dream that has haunted me for as long as I can remember? Oh God, what am I going to do? I have never envied anybody in my life, until tonight, and now I'm torn into tiny pieces with envy for that sweet, loving dude, Steve. I'd sell my soul to trade places with him, but I can't-I know I can't."
"Mommy loves you just as much as I do-please, Dick, we can be together-all of us-Steve obviously likes you, too."
"He has no choice-none of you do, and I know that-it's all fucked up, Beverly. Now I know what the possibilities are with Gina and Mona, but goddammit, it's too late-I've reached the point of no return."
"Gina and Mona? Who are they?"
"My sister arid mother. I denied it even to myself before, but now I know I want the same relationship with them that you have always had, and now Val has with Steve."
"How old is Gina?"
"Fifteen."
"Is she fucking?"
"Of course-like a fucking mink. Everybody but me."
"Does she love you? Are you close?"
"Sure she loves me-yes, we're close-or at least we were until dad caught us goofing around one time, and threw me out of the house. I could have been fucking her long ago, if I hadn't been so scared, brainwashed, and just plain stupid. Steve was talking to me about family patterns, about how certain backgrounds produce basic similarities in people that are just about unchanging. Now that I've met you and Val, I know I'm seeing Gina and Mona all over again, and it's got me balled up in knots."
"Call off this stupid, pointless robbery, darling, and let's all get together," Beverly pleaded softly. "If Gina is like me, Steve will love her-if Mona is like Val, we'll all love her."
They talked softly for another half-hour, Beverly trying to gently dissuade Dick from carrying out the robbery, and Dick giving all the reasons why he couldn't, including the fact that the four guys upstairs were in this thing with him, and would not hear of pulling out at this late date. During the conversation Beverly had rolled over on top of him, reached back and down, and helped him guide his cock back into her asshole. And that's the way they had fallen asleep.
Steve had been lying on his side next to Valerie, who was lying on her back. His head was pillowed on her cushiony breasts, one of his legs was thrown across her soft belly, one of his hands cupped her hot, wet cunt. Both of them were snoring softly. Steve's snoring was the loudest, but he was only pretending to snore, pretending to sleep. All the while he was listening to Dick and Beverly, covertly watching their every move.
As they had exchanged partners earlier, Dick had become so wrapped up in,, so carried away with his newfound double pleasure that he no longer knew or cared on which side of the bed his clothes and pistol were. Steve had been proud of his mother and sister, both outdoing themselves to please this strange, confused young man. He wondered if they were really so crazy about Dick's long, thick, arrow-headed cock-if both of them could have actually fallen so precipitously in love with him as they pretended.
Steve was certain, though, that Dick was just as crazy about Beverly and Val as he repeatedly said he was. After all, he and his companions were in complete control, and he had no reason to play-games, or lie.
As Steve reached down to the floor to pick up Dick's pistol and slip it under his pillow, he kept his- eyes on the two of-them,, alert for any movement that Dick might make. Next he lifted Dick's pants from the floor, eased his wallet from the hip pocket, dropped the pants, and riffled through Dick's identification cards. His eyebrows skidded upward to discover that Dick, whose real name was Ricardo Bianchi, lived right here in the city, miles away, in the eastern suburbs, but. still in the city. His birth' date was March 15,1955, making him three years and one day younger than Steve.
Other notes, cards, and photos in the thick wallet told Steve more about Dick and his family, and how he had gotten so much information on the Martingales. Marcus (Marc) Bianchi, Dick's father, was a big political figure and union boss. Earlier he had often had business dealings with Cleveland Martingale, and suddenly Steve realized what those dealings entailed-the dirty money that Dick had come to collect.
He flipped open the accordion-folded plastic photo containers, and gasped at the photos of Gina Bianchi that her brother had not shown him. Except for the one on top, the one in which she was clad in a string bikini, she wore not a stitch of clothing in the dozen snapshots. They were all in full color, and most of them were ass shots.
There were shots of Gina on her knees with her perfectly beautiful ass hiked to the camera and her lovely face smiling back over her shoulder. There were a couple of her standing, bent at the waist, legs spread wide, grinning upside down from between her knees. The most revealing ones had her on the floor, rolled up on her shoulders with her toes touching the floor behind her head. Her wide spread thighs, parted asscheeks, and wide open cunt were the focal points of these photos.
She was so beautiful that Steve spent as much time looking at her face as her cunt. Her long, wavy hair was blue-black, her thickly lashed eyes were inky purple. Her lips were so voluptuously sexy that Steve's cock jumped even harder just from staring at them. She was hairy, and Steve was a hair freak. He loved hairy armpits and hairy legs, as well as a thick bush of cunt hair, and Gina had an abundance of hair in all of these places.
Steve couldn't understand how Dick could get her to pose for such pictures, and not fuck her. He knew that were she raised in his household, that he would have fucked her long ago. He knew that some way, somehow, he was going to manage to get his cock in her beautiful ass, no matter where she lived.
"I'll be goddamned," he whispered to himself, "and I'm the dude who never believed in love at first sight before."
Looking farther through the plastic windows, he found the bikini-clad photo of Mona that Dick had showed him. Like Val and Bev, this dark haired mother and daughter team looked enough alike to be twin sisters. The difference between them was the difference of age, maturity, and body size.
Where Gina was hairy, Mona was many times hairier; she even possessed a thin, visible mustache over her fat, pouting lips. From under the legs of her bikini, thick ducktails of shiny black hair sprouted, and ran in wisps and curlicues down her plump, smooth thighs. Both of them looked as hot as chili peppers; they seemed to be enveloped in a shimmering halo of sexual readiness and desire.
Looking deeper into the collection, Steve could not suppress a tiny whistle of amazement to discover that Dick had taken more photos of Mona, obviously when she was not aware that she was being photographed. These secret snapshots caught her in all of her naked glory. Mona ascending the stairs, Mona lying asleep on the couch with one leg thrown over the back, Mona bending over the bathtub, Mona on her hands and knees, peeking under the bed for some lost item, Mona putting on and pulling off her panties.
"Okay, Dicky, ol' pal," Steve chuckled as he slipped the wallet back into Dick's pocket, "it looks like the shoe is about to be transferred to the other foot."
Pulling the pistol from under his pillow, he checked the bullet chamber. It was fully loaded. Flipping the chamber out, he ejected three of the cartridges into his hand. They were strangely light. He looked at them and discovered that instead of heavy lead noses, all the shells were crimped closed at the tip of the casing. Blanks. The pistol was loaded with blank cartridges.
He almost laughed out loud as he reloaded the gun and dropped it back to the floor. "These turkeys," he whispered gleefully to himself, "these silly-dilly, knuckleheaded jive turkeys this thing gets better every minute-I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
Now he didn't care if Dick woke up or not. Now he was in complete control of the situation, and he intended to play it to the hilt. Sitting up in bed, he looked down at his sleeping mother and shook his head in wonder at her childishly innocent beauty. She lay with a tendril of her golden hair draped over one long lashed eye. Her full lips were opened in a tiny O, as though she were about to whistle or kiss or suck a cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing deep, her lushly thatched loins open and inviting.
Glancing over at Beverly and Dick, he saw that they were both still asleep, but even in her sleep, Beverly was grinding her belly against Ms, softly, slowly, her ass rising and falling as the deep, clutching hole pulled his passively stiff boner in and out-in and out.
Feeling like the king of the world, Steve rolled over between his mother's thighs, dropped forward, and caught himself on his right elbow. Reaching down with his left hand, he gently fingered her slick, wet cunt for a moment, then guided his cock into her pulsating juiciness slowly, deeply, pausing for a long, sensation-savoring moment, with the head pressed against her womb.
As he withdrew to the head, and began his long, leisurely stroking, Valerie's eyes blinked open, and her arms and legs automatically flipped up and around his neck and back.
"Helloooo, my darling, my lover, my son," she cooed, sleepily, "what a perfectly delicious way to wake mommy up. What time is it?"
"It's five a.m.," Steve said, looking at his watch. "I'm afraid it's going to be a long, exciting day, and I wanted us to get an early start."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was late Saturday afternoon before everybody was awake, up, and moving about the house. It had been determined by Dick that nobody was to answer the telephone except Beverly, and nobody was to answer the doorbell at all. When the phone would ring, Beverly would pick up the family room extension, and announce that her parents were away for the weekend to anyone seeking them. If the caller wanted to speak to her, she carried on a normal conversation with him, but made it clear that she couldn't receive company, or go out on a date before next week.
Snake, Moose, Speedy, and Tonto all had raging hangovers, and Valerie and Beverly hustled and bustled about like mother hens concerned about their brood as they fixed ice packs, coffee, Alka-Seltzer, bloody Marys, anything that was called for. They prepared a late brunch, and brought cookies, snacks, and beverages.
Dick was moody, preoccupied, snapping at the fellows for their lax, careless, unprofessional behavior, punishing them by ordering hands off Valerie and Bev. He punished himself even more, however, by staying out of the reach of Beverly's arms. He stared at her hungrily, almost drooling, grinding his teeth in aching lust every time she bent over and he saw her mind-chilling cunt peeping back at him from under her adored and adorable ass.
She couldn't understand why he pushed her away every time she touched him, refused to kiss her, to hold her, to fuck her. He couldn't understand it himself. He knew only that if he let himself go, all was lost-she could do anything with him that she wanted to.
Steve was sunny, smiling, walking about whistling softly, and fairly dancing to the soft, bluesy music Beverly was playing on the stereo. He knew what he had to do and how he was going to do it. He didn't want to rush things, though; he wanted to see some more action. He wanted Val and Beverly to fuck those dudes into a state of shock before he made his move.
Valerie never felt better, happier, more alive and vital in her life. She swayed about proudly naked, exaggerating the natural, sensual sway of her heavy, sloping ass, sucking her waist in to even more reed-like proportions, thrusting her magnificent mammaries tip and out, like a young teenager, just out of her training bra.
While Beverly and Dick had slept, she and Steve had fucked and talked until daylight and beyond, and he had repeatedly assured her that everything was going to be al right. She had no fear that anything bad was going to happen to them. She felt just as safe, protected, and loved among these handsome, horny young men as she would have felt in Cleveland's arms.
She had not really been sleeping while Steve went through Dick's things, though, and she was worried that he might ruin things by trying to play hero doing something foolish. Already she was looking back on this weekend as a weird, strange, heavenly experience, one that she was glad that she had, and would look back on with exquisite pleasure for as long as she lived.
Though she was ready, eager, to fuck some more, she didn't particularly care that Dick had given orders to the contrary. She had her kids now in a way that guaranteed her complete happiness for the rest of her life, in a way that only she could truly appreciate. She wasn't concerned about the morality of the situation, the rightness or wrongness of it, nor what others might think if they knew. She loved two things more than anything else in her life, and those two things were her family and sex-maybe in that order, maybe reversed-she didn't know or care. She had them both now, interchangeably, and she fully intended to keep it that way.
Cleveland still loved her-was crazy about her-she knew that. He still fucked her into a state of paralysis every time he got around to it. The only problem was, he simply hadn't gotten around to it enough over the past few years. That, too, would be changed. She was as sure of that as she was of anything. Her kids would help her pull him back into line, into her arms, between her thighs, and he would share what the rest of them were sharing.
Beverly simply could not sit still. She had looked forward to fucking and sucking the remainder of the day and night, all day Sunday, and all night Sunday night. She pranced and danced about the family room trying to get the guys horny enough to go against Dick's orders and fuck her, or to get Dick angry and jealous enough to do a job on her himself-whichever came first.
She would sit on laps, tousle hair, scrub taut, nubile tits across the backs of necks, but nothing worked. The guys were fucked out-burnt out-mad at Dick for his dictatorial behavior; they sat around the huge room staring morosely at the floor and walls, chain-smoking cigarettes, adjusting and readjusting the pistols stuck down In their belts.
Finally Beverly gave up and drifted over to the makeshift bed. Lying down, she quite innocently dropped her hand to her itching, twitching cunt. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she let the fingers of her hand dance lightly over her clit. Catching the little nubbin between her thumb and forefinger, she began rubbing the thumb up and down the short, sensitive shaft, while rolling the ball of the forefinger around the even more sensitive, responsive glans. Once that action was begun, there was no turning back. She hadn't lain down with the intention of masturbating, but now that she had started, the idea seemed like a good one.
Lifting the three stiffened fingers of her right hand to her mouth, she licked them wetly, and dropped them back to her snatch. Running them up and down her slit, she mixed the juice from her mouth with the juice from her cunt, before fanning the fingers lightly across her thick, standing love bud as swiftly as she could move them.
Since she was a cheer leader and high school gymnast, her body was supple, elastic; she could bend and twist' it into contortions that one sees otherwise only on Olympic gym teams. Now she spread her thighs flat out to the sides, and flipped her pelvis up so that her cunt stood out like a huge knot on a log, so that nothing was in the way of her flying, digging fingers. Swinging her legs backwards, toward her shoulders, she lifted and spread her asscheeks. Dropping her left hand now to join the right, she pushed the soft globes so far apart that her asshole was clearly, starkly visible.
She hesitated a moment, giving them all a full, perfect view before plunging one, two, then three fingers into the tiny orifice. All the way in to the third knuckle joint she shoved them, before beginning to work them in and out. The fingers of her left hand now replaced the fingers of her right hand at her cunt and clit. Without slowing the motion of her fingers plunging wetly, suckingly in and out of her back entry, she began titillating her clit with spinning motions of her fingers, squeezing it, whipping it to a screaming, tingling frenzy. She was making love to herself in a solo performance that was not hampered or interfered with by the obstruction of a body covering hers. Round and round her clit-up and down her slit-in and out of her cunt hole, raced the busy fingers of her left hand, while the fingers of her right hand, bunched into a mini-dick, fucked her in the ass.
She moaned and groaned her self-induced ecstasy as she furiously finger-fucked herself. She licked, sucked, bit her lips, arched her back, bumped and ground her hips, making the juices fly, making the bed creak and bounce. Long, drawn-out minutes ticked away unnoticed; every eye in the room was locked between her thighs. Her orgasm started in the outer reaches of her body, crashed through her brain cells and bloodstream, then lifted her from the couch, screaming the explosion out of her body, before she fell back limply to a thundering round of applause.
"Fuck this," Dick yelled, leaping up and scrambling out of his clothes, "come on, dudes, let's fuck. Now don't start rushing and pushing and, losing your cool. I get Bev first, so nobody touches her until I'm through. You guys will have to make do with Val. And remember, somebody has got to be on guard-holding the gun at all times-so work it out among yourselves."
Valerie, who had been sitting on the arm of Steve's chair with her head resting on his shoulder during Beverly's solo performance, had become as hot and excited by the act as anybody in the room. She had had to consciously restrain herself from leaping onto the bed, removing her daughter's flying, fucking ringers, and replacing them with her own mouth, lips, and tongue. She had wished fervently that Dick would order her to join Bev on the bed, force her to do the things that at that moment, she wanted to do more than anything in life.
While Dick and Steve had played chess last night, she had confessed to Beverly that during her and Cleveland's swinging days she had become hooked on eating pussy. She declared that nothing was more deliciously thrilling than having her cunt and asshole kissed, licked, sucked by-gentle, knowing, loving- female mouths. Beverly, cock-oriented and man-hungry, had never had her pussy eaten by another woman, and had never had her mouth between another, woman's thighs. As they had talked, actually going down on her daughter and eating her box had not entered Valerie's mind. Now, however, she was thinking ahead of this weekend again, and she was determined to round out their future family sex picture by teaching her daughter the indescribable pleasure of both active and passive lesbian love.
"Have a ball, mom," Steve said quietly, as the guys began scrambling out of their clothes, "make it good to them-fuck them to death. I'm getting ready to make my move, so this is the last tango."
"Oh, darling, darling, please be careful," Valerie pleaded softly. "If anything happened to you, I'd die."
"Don't worry, the fun is just about to begin," Steve chuckled; "nothing is going to happen to me, so relax, and enjoy yourself. Already this has been the wildest experience of my life, but the way I've got it figured, we ain't seen nothin' yet."
"Shit, baby, if it gets any better I don't think I could stand it," Valerie grinned before getting up and walking into Moose's arms.
Moose was only a step ahead of Snake, who was followed closely by Tonto and Speedy. Hooking her arms around Moose's thick neck and hopping lightly into the air, Valerie locked her legs around his waist. Moose lifted her higher by both fleshy asscheeks, fitted the head of his upthrust cock into her tight, juicy hole, and let her fall on it, impaling herself.
Snake was, directly behind her, hands cupping the bottom of her ass, pulling the soft, heavy globes apart before she had completed the first up and down stroke on the cock she had captured in the hot, slick sheath of her womanhood. His height put his loins right in line with the bottom of her elevated ass. He spat into his hand, and smeared the shaft and thick, meaty head. Bending slightly in his knees, using the fingers of one hand to bridge open her soft, white buttocks, he guided his cock unerringly into the tightly elastic back opening and the three-way fuck dance began.
The other two were hopping about from foot to foot, moving with and around the three lovers. They knew there was no room left on-in-Valerie's lustily bumping, grinding body, but they were too fired up to patiently wait their turns. Already they had both forgotten Dick's order that somebody had to be holding the gun at all times.
Moose backed into the edge of the bed, and tumbled backwards beside Dick and Beverly, carrying Val and Snake down with him. Tonto leaped upon the bed on his knees, and moved swiftly up to Valerie's head. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head into position to take his achingly hard cock into her mouth.
Sucking away, fucking away, all three of her insatiable holes filled to bursting, Valerie's happiness knew no bounds. As far as she was concerned, this could go on for ever and ever. These virile, strong, beautiful young fucking machines had given her a new lease on life, and she would have pinched herself, could she have, to make sure that this was not merely a sex-starved woman's frustrated dream.
Beverly's second orgasm of the afternoon drew a scream from her throat that rattled the rafters. Dick was fucking her as though his very life depended upon his pounding her womb up into her ribcage. Though he was socking it to her with all of his vital young - lust-crazed strength, he still maintained a swivel-hipped, dancing rhythm that was as perfectly synchronized with her answering gyrations as the workings of a Swiss clock.
"Darling!" Beverly shrieked after the initial scream. "Oh God, darling! I love you! Nobody has ever made me come so hard-so beautifully-p-pleeease don't leave me, honey-d-don't ever leave me-I'm yours-yours! If-if you l-leave, I'm going with you-I'll never let you go-ohhh fuck-fuck-fuck me, baby, fuck your whore-your love slave-fuck me to death!"
Steve sat watching quietly, only his throbbing, bobbing, stone-hard cock bearing testimony to the excitement that boiled in his bloodstream. He wasn't sorry that Beverly had fallen so hopelessly in love with Dick, but she wasn't going anywhere with him, Steve was determined to see to that. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing aloud at the trick he was about to play on the mindlessly fucking gang. Now Beverly had grabbed Speedy's cock and plunged it into her throat. He could have walked up behind each in turn, and knocked them all cold, and none of them would have known what hit him.
He wasn't ready to stop them yet, though, because he was enjoying what they were doing to his mother and sister much too much. He was happy for them, because he knew how much both of them loved what was being done to them. The grunts, groans, and exclamations of pleasure were music to his ears. The fuck smells that saturated the air titillated his nostrils and his brain. The unbelievably erotic sight of his two most intimate loved ones being so joyously violated was a mind-blowing scene that he knew he would never grow tired of watching, that he wished would never stop.
But stop they did, stop they had to. Beverly and Valerie's cunts were too steaming hot, too slickly tight. Their bucking loins were too cock-drainingly demanding for the gang-bang to last too long. One by one the guys stiffened and roared in a chain reaction of orgasms that left them lying weakly, limply on the still thrashing, coming bodies of the two lust-struck, happy victims.
Sliding his left hand down between the cushion and the arm of the recliner on which he was sitting, Steve lifted out a fully loaded .38 Special. Without seeming to even take aim, he pointed the gun barrel at the candleholder sitting on top of the fireplace mantel. As the loud report of the pistol caused the five young men to leap into the air in shock and terror, the single candle in the holder snapped in two and hung broken on its wick.
"That shot had a twofold purpose," Steve announced conversationally. "One was to show you fellows that this gun is indeed loaded, and the target practice on the candle was to show you how straight I shoot."
Moose and Snake stood, with their hands held high over their heads. Tonto and Speedy cowered behind the bodies of Beverly and Val Dick sat looking at Steve with calm, speculative curiosity.
"It's been a ball, guys," Steve went on, "and I couldn't, work up a case against any of you if I tried. I'm sure that both my mother and my sister, will agree that you dudes have made this a truly memorable weekend. But the fun's over-that's all-there ain't gonna be no robbery.
"Moose, Snake, Speedy, and Tonto, let's see how fast you cats can get dressed, and get the hell out of here. Don't make any stupid plays for those blank-loaded pistols in your pockets, because such action could, prove hazardous to your health. I figure that about ten minutes should be a reasonable time to expect you fellows to be dressed and out of this house-now move!"
In exactly seven and one half minutes the front door slammed, and the remaining four people were left in the house alone.
"Okay, what about me?" Dick spoke for the first time since Steve had pulled the gun. "I know when I'm licked-can I go, too?"
"No way," Steve replied coldly. "Mom, Bev, you two get out of here. Go to your rooms, close your doors, and don't come down until I've cleaned up the mess, because I'm going to blow this motherfucker's brains out."
"No-no-no!" Beverly and Val screamed in unison.
"Yes-yes-yes," Steve countered in icy rage, "now get the hell out of here, unless you want to see it happen."
He cocked the pistol with a flourish, and aimed it straight at Dick's forehead.
Dick stood staring coolly into Steve's eyes, showing no sign of fear.
Valerie stood off to the side, face in hands, sobbing, "No, Steve, please, baby, I-Beverly-we love him-please don't do it,"
Springing forward to lock her arms around Dick's neck, Beverly smashed her body to his, shielding him completely from her brother's gun.
"Then shoot me first," she cried without looking at her brother, gazing adoringly into Dick's impassive face, "if you're going to kill him, kill me first."
Steve hesitated for a long moment before lowering the gun.
"Okay," he conceded, "I won't kill him-yet, but he's got some dues to pay, and since you two love him so much, I'm sure that you will cooperate in helping him pay them. Now everybody sit down and listen carefully to what I have to say."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's taking them so long?" Steve asked, sitting across from Dick with the pistol pointed between his eyes; "you said they could make it in thirty minutes, and this time Sunday morning, with no traffic to hold them up, they should have been here."
"I said about thirty minutes," Dick replied, "they were still asleep-they had to get dressed-don't worry, they'll be here shortly. But if you think they are going to do anything sexually just because you're holding a gun, you've got another think coming. Mona will spit in your face."
Before Steve could reply, the front door chimes bonged frantically.
"Our guests have arrived," Steve smiled to Beverly. "Go up and escort them down, dear."
"B-but sh-shouldn't I dress-uhh-slip into something first?" Beverly asked.
"Go just as you are," Steve ordered, and Beverly walked slowly, hesitantly out of the room.
"Oh Steve, darling-please-what's happened to you-have you completely lost your mind?" Valerie questioned, almost in tears. "Why are you doing this, there's been no harm done? All you're doing is hurting your sister-hurting me-she-we love him-we can work something out-all Dick's mother and sister can do is ruin things-ruin things for all of us."
"There'll still be no harm done," Steve answered her, "and nothing is going to be ruined. What would you do to save my life, mom?"
"Anything, oh God, anything under the sun-you know that-what's that got to do with it, your life is not in danger."
"Not anymore, but Dick's is, and I figure that his folks love him enough to do anything, too, to save his life. If they don't-tough shit."
"Where is he? Where is my Ricardo? What's happened to our Dicky?" A rich, mellow female voice cried loudly from up the stairs.
"He's down here-follow me, please," Beverly's voice drifted down to the family room.
Rising from his recliner, and stepping over to Dick, sitting on a matching recliner, Steve held the pistol barrel to the young man's temple.
Romona and Regina, who had impatiently stormed past Beverly on the stairway, burst through the door, and froze, paralyzed with fear.
They had obviously thrown on the simplest and easiest to get into garment handy, in their hurry to get to their son and brother. Romona had on a quilted housecoat, belted at the waist. Regina was wearing a simple, sleeveless mini-dress. It was quite obvious that neither of them had on anything else, except their sandals.
Because he had seen their photos, Steve knew that they were both raven-haired beauties, but he was in no way prepared for all the unmanning sex and beauty that stood staring in wide eyed, open mouthed shock at his holding a gun on Dick.
"Easy, ladies, easy, easy," Steve coaxed soothingly, as though he were trying to calm a skittish horse, "as you can see, this gun is cocked, and will go of! immediately if you make me nervous. Please, no screams, no sudden moves."
"I'm sorry, Mona-Gina," Dick said quietly. "I had to call you. I had no choice. I had no way to warn you, because Steve was standing right next to me with this gun to my head. Please don't try anything foolish. I'll be all right if you will cooperate. Don't scream-don't make him nervous-just do as he says. Please, do as he tells you."
"What do you want-what do you want us to do? We'll do anything-anything," Mona moaned to Steve.
"Pl-pleease-pu-put your g-gun away," Regina croaked in a terrified whisper; "t-that thing m-might go off-pleeeease, we'll cooperate-we'll do anything you say."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," Steve said, smiling, but not lowering the pistol "Now if you ladies will begin by getting out of those clothes, the rest of us will no longer feel so out of place, and maybe we will get some ideas to make your stay a pleasant one."
Apparently neither of the newcomers had let it register on their minds that, except for them, everybody present was stark naked, because they both blushed and let their eyes dart from crotch to crotch before hastily struggling out of their clothing. Steve was standing and his flaccid but half-hard cock angled out and down from his thigh like the protruding phallus of a stud horse about to urinate. Both women stared transfixed, but they were still naked in a matter of seconds.
Steve, staring even harder at their wiggling, jiggling bodies than they were at his, could not suppress a long, low whistle. The photos had not done either of them justice. Their eyes were bigger, blacker, brighter than any camera could accurately copy. Their cheeks were rosier, their lips were lusher, their ass-length hair was more vibrantly, luxuriously alive. He couldn't decide which was prettier, sexier, and he had to conclude that they were both perfectly beautiful, both as sexy as a woman could possibly be-one with obviously experienced, mature sexuality, and the other with a young, hot, exuberant eroticism that was bound to get better, hotter over the years.
Steve's eyes were swinging like speeded up metronomes from body to fabulous body. Never had he seen a girl as tiny as Gina with such a voluptuous, ripe-to-bursting body. Her tits were the same size as Bev's, but on her five-foot-two frame, they appeared to be larger than Valerie's. The nipples were the size of Steve's pinky nail, the areolas were almost black. The jet black, luxuriant growth of her pubic hair started in wispy curls around the teardrop-formed indentation of her navel. It fanned out across her lower belly in an ever-thickening swath, before dovetailing into a fluffy, cunt-concealing vee, and diminishing in thickness as it covered the upper regions of the insides of her smooth, creamy thighs.
Romona was all that her daughter was, blown to lusher, curvier proportions. Her melon-sized titties defied all the laws of gravity in their proud, heavy, outthrust solidity. The nipples looked like succulent ripe grapes. She had a tiny nipped-in waist, but a soft, round lower belly like a Renoir nude. And if Gina's pubic growth was a thicket, Mona's was a jungle, growing thickly in and around her belly button, on the insides of her thighs, halfway down to her knees.
"Mom," Steve croaked loudly in the electric silence of the room.
"Y-yes, darling-what is it?" Valerie asked, hurrying to stand at his elbow.
"Tell Mona and Gina about their darling son and brother-tell them why he is here, and what he has done."
"He brought four young men here last night," Val began; "they broke in with guns. They said they came to rob my husband's bank. We are naked, because they forced us to strip, then they raped Beverly and me several times. After that, Dick forced my son to-uhhh-have sex with ... "
"Tell it like it was," Steve interrupted; "you're not in a courtroom, you don't have to pretty it up."
"Well, he made Steve, my son, fuck me, and suck his sister Beverly's cunt. Then later he forced Steve to sodomize-uhhh-fuck Beverly up the ass, while he did the same to me. Then he made Steve ass-fuck me, while he ass-fucked my daughter. Later all five of them gang-raped me and Beverly again. We had to suck their cocks, take them in our assholes-lick their asses, suck their nuts-everything-until Steve got his father's gun and chased the others away. Since Dick was the ring leader, Steve said he was going to kill him, and I'm so afraid he will, if you two don't cooperate."
"What do you want us to do?" Mona asked Steve urgently. "Name it-we'll do it-just please don't hurt our baby."
"Mom-Beverly, both of you lie down on the bed," Steve ordered, and the two quickly obeyed.
"Now let's begin by seeing how good you two are at eating pussy," he said to Mona and Gina "Take your choice, and change up at will, but if you don't make them both come in five minutes. I'm going to start pistol-whipping Dick, and I'm not going to stop until I hear those two say they are coming, loud and clear."
Mona and Gina were across the room, and had their lush mouths glued to Val's and Beverly's cunts even before Steve was through talking. They were both up on their knees in bed, with their big, soft, round, silky smooth, incredibly hairy asses poked high in the air.
Steve looked, and groaning achingly, clamped his eyes shut to keep the sight from causing him to blow the entire situation. Never in all of his wildest wet dreams had he ever seen such mind-blowing, prick-hardening sexiness.
"My God-my God-my God!" he cried, unable to keep from staring. "Oh shit-shit- shit-impossible-my God-impossible!"
"Didn't I tell you-didn't I tell you?" Dick croaked hoarsely. "I can't stand it, man, I'll go fucking crazy-look at mom's ass-look at Gina's-can't you see how they have driven me out of my cocksucking mind, all my fucking life? Make me man, make me-don't torture me like this! I made you fuck your mother, now make me fuck mine-please, man, please!"
"Suffer, you bastard," Steve chuckled. "I'll be goddamned if I'll have you humping on either one of those asses, blocking my view."
"Jeeeeezus!"-Beverly shrieked. "Oh sweet God-s-suck it, Mona, suck it-suck my clit- I-I've-n-never had my p-pussy sucked by a woman be-before, but I'm h-hooked-hooked- it's so good-you're sucking my pussy s-s-soooo good-eat my pussy-eat it up-yes-yes-yes- I'm-I'm c-c-commmmmminnnnnng!"
"Gina-Gina-Gina, darling-ohhh you sweet, darling girl," Valerie cried, "where d-did you learn to suck pussy like this? I had almost forgotten how g-good it is with a w-woman-ohhh darling-sweetheart-yes-yes-yesssss:-right there-right there-harder-lick my clit-chew it, chew it, darling-yes-yes-yesss-harder- h-h-harder-I'm com-com-commminnng!"
"Shee-it, who the fuck do I think I'm kidding?" Steve barked. "Come on man, let's get us some asshole!"
In one roaring leap, Dick was out of his chair, and had his entire face buried deeply between his mother's asscheeks. He groaned, growled, moaned his frustration at not being able to melt his face into her heaving, sweaty anal valley. Her asshole was as hairy as the average woman's cunt, and he licked it up and down, until the hairs were soppy wet, and lying slickly flat around the soft, wrinkled, round brown eye. He stabbed his tongue in, again whimpering, moaning, almost crying because he couldn't get it in deeper.
Sliding his face, his mouth down to her cunt, he sucked avidly, voraciously, gulping her over-flowing juices, smearing his whole face in crystal clear slime, shouting his joy, roaring his lust into the hot, deep, pulsating love cave. Out of her cunt, back up to her asshole, unable to decide which tasted better, wishing for two mouths-two tongues-so he could enjoy them both at once.
All that Dick was doing to Mona was being repeated and redoubled in what Steve was doing to Gina. He was licking her furiously, wetly, all over her bottom, all under her bottom. He laved both cottony cheeks, between both cheeks, tongue-fucking her asshole, curling his tongue inside the tightly stretched opening, and licking away at the sweet, delicate inside flesh. He sucked the lips of her cunt inside his mouth, and chewed with savage tenderness. He sucked her cunt hole as if trying to suck juice from a ripe, sweet, pulpy orange.
Both Steve and Dick wanted more than anything in the world to feel their driving cocks plowing in and out of Mona's and . Gina's cunts-Gina's and Mona's assholes-but neither of them could stop sucking and licking. It was too good, too good to leave alone.
All four women were thrashing about the bed in a lust-crazed frenzy. Valerie and Bev had long since begun their yelping, shouting, shrieking clamor of ecstasy, and now both Mona and Regina were adding their wailing voices to the uproar. Steve and Dick had to hop and dance about on their knees to keep their mouths in contact with the two wildly gyrating asses. Their gurgling grunts, groans, and shouts were also added to the babbling cacophony of lust-laden hysteria.
"M-m-make a c-cir-circle!" Valerie's voice finally separated itself in a keening solo out of the chorus of incoherent sounds, "m-make a c-circle, for God's sake-I-I've g-got to have a c-cock in my m-mouth!"
From a still stand on his knees, Dick performed an acrobatic feat that he could not have repeated again under any circumstances. Without detaching his mouth from his mother's cunt, he swung both legs and his lower body from the floor upon the bed.
Valerie scooted around and caught his cock in both hands. Stuffing it into her drooling mouth, she sucked it. like a lollipop, dragged it in and out of her throat in long, loving strokes. Lifting her face from Beverly's twitching, spitting cunt, and twisting her upper trunk around into position, Mona grabbed Steve's heavy swinging nuts in one hand and guided his dick into her mouth with the other. Steve rose to his knees, following the pull of his cock into the hot, sucking cavern of Mona's jaws, and fell with his mouth clamped to Beverly's now vacant cunt. Gina completed the circle by jamming her flaming cunt into Beverly's waiting, open mouth, and closing her own searching lips and licking tongue over Valerie's clit.
CHAPTER NINE
Beverly kneeled on the floor between Dick's knees, beside Gina, in the same position, between Steve's. Both girls were busily, industriously sucking their lovers' cocks, while their mothers sat side by side on the bed, beaming their smiling approval.
Just as had been the case with Bev and Dick, Gina and Steve had fallen ass over elbows in love at the very first sight. Steve knew that he could very easily fall in love with Gina as soon as he had seen a photo of her. When he saw her in the flesh, though, every vestige of doubt had been removed, and he knew that, no matter what happened today, this girl was going to be his forever.
Gina had no such forewarning. She only knew that when she really looked at his face, his body, his cock, he was the only man in the world that she wanted. She was determined to do anything within her power to save her brother's life, but she was even more determined to make him want her more than he had ever wanted any other woman in the process. If he had wanted to fuck her, she would have held the gun on Dick and Mona herself to keep them from doing anything to keep this gorgeous hunk of man from having his way.
After the sucking circle had dissolved, Steve and Gina had paired off and fucked for a solid hour without pause, not even halting their love-making as they changed holes and positions. Dick had come in Mona's asshole and cunt, fucked both Valerie and Beverly to three more orgasms apiece, while Steve and Gina were still exploring the limits and depths of each other's possibilities. They were each bound and determined that the other would find absolutely nothing lacking. Steve was amazed at her ability to sense his every changing thought in advance. Every move he made, her ass was right where he wanted it, meeting his driving loins over halfway.
When he decided to change holes, it was she who was moving so the preferred hole was right In position, pulling away as he pulled out of the old hole, pushing up to meet and engulf him as he thrust into the new. When he got carried away, and began to pound cock into her unmercifully, she was already one step ahead of him, fucking him back as though her ass were on fire. When he began to tire, and consciously slowed down, she was already coasting gently under him, fucking him now with a slow rolling rhythm that seemed designed to rock him to sleep.
She had come steadily, repeatedly, and let everybody present know exactly what was happening to her. Between orgasms, she had chanted, babbled, shrieked her love for Steve. She had made wild, outlandish, impossible promises that everybody in the room was certain she was going to keep. And when at long last, Steve blasted his nuts, he, too, verbalized his feelings.
"I love you, Gina!" he had cried, and all the others had loudly applauded.
Now the two families had been chatting like long, lost friends for almost an hour. Steve and Dick, Mona and Val, were still laughing in wonder and amazement at the similarities in their lusts and their lives.
"I'm still confused-flabbergasted would be a better word," Mona exclaimed, laughing merrily. "What, exactly, is going on around here? I'm not complaining, mind you, because I swear I haven't come so fast, hard, and beautifully since my honeymoon. But if Dicky and Steve are old Mends, what's with all this gangster play-bank robbery-and if you've got a good sense of humor, all this rape?"
"I'm just as confused as you are," Valerie admitted, "just when I think I'm about to put the pieces of the puzzle together, these two bastards pull something crazy and unexpected, and get me all screwed up again. As soon as our darling daughters give our darling sons just one more nut, those two gentlemen have got some explaining to do. I had no idea that they knew each other before this, but when you mentioned the school that Dick was attending, which is the same one-Steve is attending, I knew they had to know each other."
"Of course," Mona agreed, "it's a small, private, all male school-how could they not have?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't pull this whole crazy stunt just to fuck us," Valerie mused.
"What a complete waste of time and effort," Mona said, still laughing. "I've been wanting to fuck Dicky since he was fifteen years old. Since back when that gorgeous cock of his seemed to grow another inch every time he peed. He wouldn't even have had to ask, he could have pushed me over at any time, and gotten no resistance whatever."
"I'm with you," Val giggled. "I never would have admitted it earlier, even to myself, but, dammit. I've always had the hots for Stevey. I used to catch him masturbating in the bathroom when he was no more than ten or twelve years old, and I'd have to bite my tongue to keep from telling him, 'Honey, you don't have to do that, you can fuck mommy anytime you want to.'"
"And you say that he was actually fucking Bev-and you knew it?" Mona questioned eagerly.
"Wellffl, I didn't actually know it," Valerie replied seriously, "that is, I never caught them in the act, but the only reason was, I didn't want to spoil it for them by looking too closely. They've loved each other dearly all their lives. They slept in the same room-by choice-until Cleveland thought it was too dangerous, and separated them when Steve was about fifteen. A lot of good that did, though, because even then Cleveland was away from home more often than not, and Bev found her way to Steve's bed just about every night.
"I wasn't worried, because I knew how much Steve loved her, and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Then when she was old enough to get on the pill I didn't care, because she was certainly fucking-so why not Steve."
"We've got the same attitude," Mona said, "but then" I was raised on so-called incest-God, I hate that word. Anyway, I came from a large, happy, loving family of six boys and five girls-I was the baby. If I do say so myself-and I do, with pride-you couldn't have found five more beautiful, sexy, hot-assed girls, and six more handsome, virile, horse-cocked studs than the Felloni kids if you searched the world over.
"My daddy was a hard-working, hard-drinking, hard-fucking stud, who fucked the piss out of mamma every single night, who laid down the law and enforced it, and didn't give a damn about anything or anybody, except his family. His standing rule to us girls was that we better not get pregnant until we were married or ready to get married. There were no rules for the boys, they did as they damn well pleased.
"As a result of the no pregnancy order, my sisters and I became expert cocksuckers at a very early age. Not only that, but we were taking and loving full grown, bigger than life sized cocks in our assholes long before the average girl gets her first kiss. Since I learned everything that I know about sex from my sisters and brothers, I thought Gina would do the same with Dick. I just couldn't believe it when she told me they weren't fucking-I thought the boy was retarded or queer or something,"
"You're priceless," Valerie laughed, hugging Mona. "So what was the deal on Dick's getting kicked out, didn't that have something to do with his screwing-or trying to screw Gina?"
"In the first place he didn't get kicked out," Mona corrected, "and the only thing it had anything to do with was Marc's narrow minded, brainwashed stupidity. The kids were just playing, but if they had been fucking, it wouldn't have made any difference. By the time I got through reading the riot act to Marc, you better believe he rescinded that order, and begged Dick to come back home. Dicky was too bullheaded to come back home, though, and this is the first time we've seen him in almost a year."
"Good goddamn!" Steve roared, "this one's coming all the way up from my toes-s-suck it, Gina, baby-suck that cock-harder-d-deeper-ohhhggh-here comes my load!"
"Meeeeee tooooooo!" Dick cried, "swallow it honey-drink all of my hot cum-all of it-every drop!"
Neither of the lustily sucking girls needed such instructions. They sucked the cockheads deeper into their clinging throats as the orgasms started, but jerked them out until the heads were clamped behind their lips as the hot, thick sauce began gushing. Letting the gooey juice splatter on their tongues, they held it in their mouths until the last oyster spurted out, rolling it around on their taste buds before swallowing in noisy, happy gulps.
Gina and Beverly rose to their knees and kissed their lovers, then they kissed each other's lover, then turned and hugged and kissed each other. Dancing, whirling over to their mothers, they kissed them both with the same tonguey enthusiasm. The love, the joy in the house was contagious, a living, breathing part of the atmosphere. Winking and grinning, holding both palms out flat up, Steve waited for Dick to complete the ritual by flattening his own palms, holding them high in the air, and slapping downward, their palms meeting with a loud smack.
"It worked, you sonofabitch, you beautiful, brainy motherfucker, it worked!" Dick cried, hugging Steve exuberantly, standing and pulling him to his feet, to dance around the room with him, hooting and laughing.
"All right-all right," Valerie finally called out, joining in the infectious laughter, "so it looks like we've been had-in more ways than one. Sit down, you silly little bastards, and tell us how you pulled this thing off."
"Just like you figured it," Steve grinned, as both of them sat on the floor before the four adoring females, looking directly into their cunts. "Dick and I became roommates about six months ago, and we hit it off immediately. He read one of Beverly's letters to me, where she was praising my fucking and sucking, arid comparing it with her experiences with other guys, and it blew this clown's mind.
"Though he denied that he wanted to fuck Gina-at first-all he could talk about was Beverly, and my deal with her. He pumped me for details, persuaded me to let him read all of her old letters to me, and slowly I psyched him into telling me his real feelings about Gina."
"We were so much alike in our thoughts, mannerisms, even looks, that I felt like this dude's twin brother," Dick put in. "The only problem was, he was doing his thing, and I just wanted to. When he told me that there was not one iota of difference in Gina's feelings for me, and Bev's feelings for him, I couldn't believe it-refused to believe it. Then he went on to blow my mind even further out of socket, by actually betting me that we could fuck you and Val, mom, and there would be absolutely no repercussions-except for more joyous fucking any time we wanted it."
"And he was right," Valerie laughed.
"Absolutely right," Mona echoed.
"This is weird-crazy. I'm still pinching myself," Dick said. "I've always wanted to fuck you, mom, even before I actually knew what nicking was all about. But, shit, I had no idea how to go about it-no idea whatever."
"Silly boy," Mona simpered girlishly, "how do you go about fucking any girl-just stick it in, and hump away."
"That's exactly what I tried to get him to do to me for years," Gina said, "just stick it in me, and hump away. I did everything but grab his cock and stick it in for him-talk about square."
"I wasn't square," Dick defended himself, "we weren't raised like Steve and Bev. Shit, as soon as I discovered that you didn't have a little cock between your legs like I did, dad made it his business to keep us apart. He made me sleep not only in a different part of the house from you, but on a different floor. It was just in the past few years, when dad started staying on the road a lot, that you and I began getting close again. By then, both of us were fucking, and I just didn't think you actually wanted to fuck me."
"Like I said," Gina said, sticking out her tongue, "square."
"All I can say is, we're going to be playing catch up for many years to come," Dick said, "all of us. Now I know that Steve was right, and I could have fucked you two on my own hooks, but I like it better this way-all of us in this together. I thought the robbery plan was stupid-crazy-until it started working so perfectly. And to think I fought Steve tooth and nail trying to make him limit this weekend to gang-banging Bev."
"What? Gang-banging me?" Beverly cried; "do you mean you guys were the buddies that Steve was going to bring home to fuck me?"
"Right," Dick grinned, "but Steve insisted that we pull the theoretical caper that we had been tossing about for quite a while, in order to fuck Mona and Val, and goddam, but I'm glad he and the other guys overruled me."
"Were you serious when you asked me to marry you, Dick?" Beverly asked.
"As serious as cancer-why?"
"Well, I want all four of those dudes at the wedding and reception, and I want a not-so-instant slow motion replay of everything that happened here this weekend, without the bullshit gunplay."
"How about you, darling?" Gina asked Steve. "Were you serious-do you really want to marry me, or was that just your hard cock and full nutsack talking?"
"I'm going to marry you as soon as you're ready," Steve replied. "What's your attitude toward gang-bangs, by the way."
"I've never had one," Gina admitted, "but now I can hardly wait to try it. I'm with Bev, I want those guys that you two had here, as well as as many more as you can round up for the wedding and reception."
"If you've got a football team at that dinky little school of yours, bring them along," Mona laughed. "You two studs have put a taste in my mouth for young cock, and it will take at least a football team to satisfy me."
"Oh shit," Mona cried, "we've completely forgotten about Marc and Cleve-there goes the fucking ballgame."
"Oh my God," Val said sadly, "and just when things were looking so good-what are we going to do about them? I love Cleve, but I'm not going to let him fuck this situation up."
"And I'm crazy about Marc, couldn't live without him," Mona said, "but I'm not letting go of this sweet shit, even for Marc. Steve, you and Dick are the brains-think of something."
"We'll think of something," Steve promised. "Uhhh, mom, why don't you and Bev do something nice for Mona and Gina while Dick and I get our heads together?"
"I was just thinking of that," Val said, smiling brightly, and gently pushing Gina backwards on the bed. "All this talking is making my mouth dry, and I need some sweet teenaged pussy juice to lubricate my oral mechanism."
Gina flopped over on her back with a happy squeal. She spread her creamy thighs as far apart as they would go, then held them up and open, her hands gripped just above the undersides of her knees.
"You have such a lovely cunt," Valerie murmured, spreading the blood-gorged, hair-fringed outer lips of the young girl's cunt with one hand, and skidding a stiffened finger up and down the gash, and over the thick, responsive clit. "I know that I'm going to be fighting our men for it every step of the way."
"Up-up, future mama-in-law-up on your hands and knees," Beverly was saying at the same time. "I think I'm beginning to see now why my big brother is so hooked on the female ass. Jeeezus, woman, you've got the biggest, softest, most beautiful ass I've ever seen. I sucked your cunt in our daisy chain, now I want to rim your sweet, hairy asshole."
"Be my guest," Mona giggled, hurrying to obey by rolling up on her elbows and knees, pushing her ass as high and wide open as it would go.
And the four women put on a show for their sons, brothers, and lovers. Knowing that nothing pleased them both more than to watch sex-any kind of sex-in action, they made sure that they got into positions that afforded only the best, most unobstructed view. They made sure the young men could clearly see pink, wet tongues dancing over fat, standing clits, lashing wetly up and down slimy gashes, digging, burrowing into tight, clinging holes.
They licked lustily, noisily, exciting themselves as well as the onlookers, with the schlurping, gulping, lip-smacking sounds that they made as the hungry upper mouths made loving, juicy contact with the receptive, responsive lower mouths.
Though Val and Bev made sure the men could see what was going on between their mouths and Gina and Mona's genitals, they made no less sure that the two had a clear shot into their own wet, twitching cunts, and winking, clinching assholes. Both asses were high in the air and unoccupied, but the two horny females rolled and twisted them as though they were being furiously fucked by two invisible lovers.
"I can't take too much more of this," Dick groaned, unconsciously stroking his bone-hard cock.
"Cool it, baby," Steve chuckled, "all that pussy and ass will be there for us whenever and however we want it. Let the ladies have some fun while you and I fix ourselves a drink, and decide what we're going to do about bur respective fathers."
CHAPTER TEN
The two double beds in the large, air conditioned motel room bounced and squeaked under the twisting, bucking weight of the two fucking couples occupying them. The two men, both in their early forties, seemed to be having a contest to see which of them could drive his teenaged sex partner through the mattress first.
Though in different ways, both of the men were extraordinarily handsome. Marcus Bianchi, on the left bed, was big, solid, stocky, with a thick mop of curly black hair sprinkled with gray. He looked manly, tough, not to be played with. His black eyes were piercing, his long nose had been broken almost flat above his full, sensuous lips. He had shoulders like a stevedore, muscles like a weight lifter, a cock like a horse.
Six foot two inches, Cleveland Martingale was three inches taller than his fucking buddy, and at 180 pounds, weighed thirty pounds less. Cleveland's dark brown hair, worn modishly long, was only slightly gray at the temples. His blue eyes were friendly, under lashes like a young girl's. His nose was straight with only a slight Romanesque arch. His lips were full, smiling, over a firm, dimpled chin. Both cocks-men fairly reeked of wealth and power. Even naked, sweating, huffing, and puffing between the two girls' thighs, it was obvious that they were used to getting what they wanted.
The two girls under them, however, had long since lost their wide-eyed, breathless awe and respect for the two imposing gentlemen, and now they were letting them know in no uncertain terms that they didn't particularly appreciate being used as sexual punching bags.
"Gaa-gaa-god-damn you!" the little blonde being pulverized by Marcus cried, "I e-can't t-take anymore I-I-t-tell you. My p-pussy is sore-EEEK-s-stop-stop! you horse-dicked m-motherfucker-si-stop or I'll scream-my pussy ain't no goddamned post hole-stop, I tell you-g-get off of me-you- you sonofabitch-I'm gonna scream bloody mur-murder-I swear it-stop-quit it!"
The plump, rosy-cheeked, dark-haired girl lying limply under Cleveland simply sobbed and pleaded brokenly, "P-pl-pleeease, m-mister- please Met me r-rest-I j-just c-can't take any more-Fm d-dying-you're k-kil-ling meeeee-oh God-please-mister-your c-cock is t-too big-it's, oh God-d-don't p-pound so hard-let me rest-please-pi-pleeease-pleeeeeeease ... "
Cleveland pulled his massive, thick-headed cock out of the crying girl's split-to-bursting cunt with an audible thloop. Dropping her legs, which he had been holding high and wide apart with his elbows hooked under her knees, he rocked back in bed and sat on his heels.
"It's just as well," he said tiredly in his deep, cultured voice, "I couldn't have shot again, anyway. I've got one of those drunk hard-ons, and I would have fucked us both to death before I'd come again."
He stared down at the still sobbing girl with no expression on his face whatever. She meant nothing to him. She was just a cunt-a bought and paid-for cunt that he had used as he would use a tube of toothpaste, a pack of cigarettes, or anything else that he had purchased. The girls were waitresses in the motel restaurant-high school girls, working for the summer-and he and Marcus had chosen them from among their half-dozen or so fellow waitresses, like picking a pair of shoes from several different styles.
"Which one do you like?" Marcus had asked as they sat checking out the little teen asses while they waited to order.
"The little blonde with the big grin and pointy tits looks tasty," Cleveland had replied, "and I know I don't have to ask you-the one she's talking to, the fat little brunette. I know that's your speed."
"You better, believe it, but she's not fat-just big ass, and big tits-just like I like 'em."
It was the thin but compactly stacked blonde who came to take their orders. She had smiled winningly at them both: they looked like big tippers, and she was determined to please them. She made several unnecessary trips to their table during the course of the meal, and on each successive trip she had become friendlier and friendlier.
By the time Cleveland and Marcus had settled back for their after-dinner cocktails they knew that the blonde's name was Peggy and the brunette was Marge. She said that both of them were seventeen, though Cleveland suspected that she had upped their real ages by at least one year. They got off from work after this evening meal at 9:30-and no, they didn't have to be home at any certain time.
"Do you smoke?" Cleveland had asked her on her last trip to the table, running his hand up her short skirt.
"Smoke?" The girl had giggled, wiggling her panty-clad ass against his hand. "Cigarettes?"
"I mean grass. I've got a lid of Columbian up in my room. I don't smoke the stuff myself, but this is supposed to be good."
"Like wow, yeah, man, and Marge gets high, too. But coming to you guys' room-I don't know. Uhhh-just what have you dudes got in mind?"
Cleveland extracted $25 from his wallet and laid it beside his glass. "Whatever develops," he said, "and we'll both double that when you two get up to our room. Talk it over with Marge, and if you decide to come up, we're in room 208. If not, no hard feelings, consider the $25 a tip for excellent service."
"It's 9:15 now," Peggy said, picking up the money and stuffing it in her apron pocket. "We'll see you guys in about forty-five minutes."
At 10:05 the girls rapped softly at the door. By 10:15 they had smoked a joint between them, and were allowing Cleveland and Marcus to undress them. At 10:30 they had smoked another joint, and were giddily giggling over their inabilities to get either cock more than halfway in their mouths. At 10:45 they were flat, on their asses in bed, screaming their ecstasy as Marcus and Cleveland sucked and licked orgasm after orgasm from their juicy cunts.
For the next hour they had held on valiantly as the two men fucked them in every imaginable position, traded partners several times, and kept on fucking. They had both tried to take the gigantic cocks in their assholes and couldn't. Their cunts had begun to get sore, they had begun to plead for a break, but the two men hadn't gotten their money's worth yet, they still felt that they had one more nut to get. Now, at 12:15, in spite of Peggy's screams of pain and anger, Marcus still wasn't ready to stop.
"Give her a break, for Christ sake, Marc," Cleveland ordered gruffly, "let the poor girl go."
Giving one more vicious thrust of Ms loins, drawing a piercing shriek from the ravaged girl's throat, Marcus, too, pulled out, and rolled over in bed. Five minutes later the girls were dressed and gone, and the two friends were alone.
"Goddamn," Marcus growled, "I just can't get enough of that hot young pussy. Shit, I could have pounded cock to her for another hour."
"I know what you mean, pal," Cleveland said, refilling his glass and taking a big swig, "but we'd have crippled those poor girls for life. They gave us our money's worth-and then some. Shit, that pretty, little Peggy was a real trooper. I got my cock all the way into her tiny little asshole-all the way to the balls-but she just couldn't take it, I had to quit."
"And wasn't that Marge a sweet little butter-ball?" Marcus grinned. "They both said they've been fucking for two or three years-almost every night-but they never had cocks like ours, by God-they don't make cocks like ours no more. Still, the kids today got it all over us, the way we were brought up. They're fucking like they invented it."
"You can say that again," Cleveland slurred, really getting drunk now. "I guess that's why I love that juvenile cunt so much, I missed too much when I was a kid. Nice girls just didn't fuck back in those days. I got my first piece of ass when I was seventeen, and the woman was thirty-eight-my aunt-my mother's sister-can you imagine that?"
"Sure I can imagine it," Marcus replied, almost as drunk as Cleveland, "my first piece was kinfolks, too. I lucked out, my folks came over here from the old country, and they brought their earthy, hard-drinking, hard-fucking ways with them. I had dozens of girl cousins, and when our families got together, us kids had to practically sleep on top of each other, on pallets, all over the house.
"I remember I was fourteen, and my big-tit-tied, fat-assed first .cousin, Christina, was fifteen. She got my cherry with about a half dozen kids tossing and turning and snoring all around -us, After Tina, I started fucking my aunt Sophia, who was a widow with three daughters of her own. I married her youngest daughter, Romona, when she wasn't but fourteen-had to marry her, because I'd. knocked her up."
"We ought to be shot," Cleveland mumbled drunkenly, "both of us ought to be strung up by the neck. We both got hot, horny, pretty wives, an' I know my Val's got the best pussy and asshole in the world-still we let them sit home and ... suffer for cock, while we're out chasing -these empty headed, can't-fuck teenagers."
"You're goddamn right," Marcus agreed, "goddamn right-and we got teenage daughters of our own-an' we'd kill any old sonofabitch like us who even looked at 'em wrong-and here we are fuckin' the shit out of some other poor slob's kids."
"Don't you even talk about my daughter, you sonofabitch," Cleveland argued, shaking his head from side to side, "I'd kill anybody-old or young-who tried anything with my sweet, beautiful, sexy Beverly."
"Gome outta your act, ol' buddy," Marcus said, unperturbed by Cleveland's outburst, "you just got a case of the hots for her yourself-just like I got for Gina-good Lord, every time I look at her sweet ass I go apeshit. I can't stand to be around her, that's why I don't go home any more than I do. I swear I'd rape her if I didn't keep my nutsack drained in this teenage pussy out here in the streets."
"Oh shit, man, don't say it-don't remind me," Cleveland pleaded, almost in tears. "I can't stand it-I s-swear I can't s-stand it. And my sweet Bev is fucking-fucking-fucking-those dirty lil sons of bitches are sticking their filthy cocks in my sweet baby's cunt-may-maybe up her asshole-oh God-I can't stand to think about it."
"Gina, too," Marcus said, also almost crying. "Mona told me-s-said Gina was f-fucking like a mink. Oh God, I gotta get closer to my kids. I ran my boy away from home for just trying to fuck her, an' he won't speak to me no more-an' -an' I love my kids. I want my boy back-if he'd come back, I'd let him fuck her-keep it in the family-don't nobody but family deserve that sweet pussy. I'd even let him fuck Mona-I don't care-especially if I could get it into my sweet, baby girl while her cunt is still hot, tight, and juicy."
"Ohhhh, goddamn-goddamn-goddamn," Cleveland bawled, "I'm scared shitless to go home. Val is threatening to leave me, because she thinks I'm neglecting her-if-if she only knew what my problem is, she'd really leave me-e-ev-every time I fuck her, I'm imagining that I'm f-fucking Bev-j-just like you, I stay away from home, 'cause I can't stand it-can't stand it."
"Cl-Cleve, why don't we st-stop this shit about not bein' friends? We started playin' that game almost ten years ago-when you came up with the idea of laundering dirty money for me-sh-shit, we ain't ran no dirty money since Watergate-since the Feds tightened down- over three years ago."
"We are friends-you're the bes' fuckin' fend I got in the whole wide world," Cleveland slurred.
"Yeah, yeah, I know-but I mean our fam'lies, we agreed to keep them away from each other, 'cause if our cover got blown, they might get hurt-but what I'm drivin' at is-shit, Mona would bust her nuts jus' lookin' at your handsome, long-dick ass-an' the way you describe Val-shit, I'd sure like to help you out with that."
"Goddamn, buddy, you know you're right? An' shit, I wouldn' care if you p-played uncle to Bev-an'-an' ... "
"Hell yeah-hell yeah-an' you with Gina- you're jus' like fam'ly to me-we could do it- shit, our girls are fuckin' anyway-let's give 'em some real lovin' cock."
"Come on-come on-let's get the fuck outta here an' go home," Cleveland said, stumbling about as he gathered up his clothing. "Ill throw a good fuck into Val, and break th' news to her that a long-los' buddy of mine an' his ol' lady are comin' to dinner. Shit, I'll bet you a hun'erd dollars to a used rubber that you an' me'll be swap-pin' pussy before the night's gone."
"You g-go ahead an'-an' do jus" that," Marcus mumbled, flopping backwards on the bed, "b-but Mona would die of sh-shock if I came home be-before daylight. I'm gon'na sleep this drunk off, an' make it home later in the mornin'-call me at about n-noon at home-an' let me know if everything is all set up."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Valerie and Mona sat Indian fashion on the floor looking fondly at their respective daughters, kneeling before their respective sons, joyously sucking their respective cocks.
"If someone had told me yesterday that tonight I'd be sitting stark naked in a strange house, playing with my pussy while I watched my daughter suck my son's cock, I would have called the loony wagon and had them committed," Mona said with a laugh.
"And if they had told you that the hostess of this house would be sitting beside you, doing the same thing, and thoroughly enjoying it, would that have helped?" Valerie asked.
"Helped? Hell no," Mona replied, still laughing, "I would have climbed in the wagon with them, because I figure that I would have had to be crazy. Like I already told you, I really thought that Dicky and Gina were fucking each other a long time ago, but I didn't want to see it. The way I was raised, I thought it was the most natural thing in the world for brothers to fuck their sisters, but parents weren't supposed to know about it."
"I felt the same way about Steve and Bev," Valerie admitted; "of course I knew they were fucking, and I was secretly, enviously happy for them. Still I was brainwashed enough to keep telling myself that they weren't doing anything-that Steve had too many older, outside girls to even think of fucking his sister. Now that I've actually seen them-joined them-gotten Stevey's fabulous steel-hard young cock in my own cunt, I don't need anything else to keep me deliriously happy for the rest of my life."
"We're forgetting our husbands again," Mona said. "The boys were supposed to have figured something out to get them in on this, but we've kept them so busy that they haven't had time to think,"
"We'll just have to figure something out for ourselves," Valerie said. "If Cleveland and Marcus were still friends, it would be no problem. We could start out by just having a little private party between the four of us, and with me working on Marcus, and you working on Cleveland, we could blow their nuts as well as their minds. From there it would be just a matter of letting them find out what the kids are doing, and what we are doing with them."
"It won't work," Mona said sadly. "Marcus thinks that swingers are sick, and that incest is worse than murder. What ever happened between those two, anyway? When they first got together several years ago all Marcus could talk about was what a great guy Cleveland Martingale was, and how the two of them were going to make a killing-get richer than all shit. Then suddenly it was 'don't mention that bastard's name in my presence again'-do you know what happened?"
"No idea whatever," Val replied. "Cleveland has never been one to discuss business with me, and I can't remember his ever even mentioning Marcus's name. It was just this weekend that I first heard about that dirty money-whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. Do you think I could seduce Marcus on my own? The way you describe him and his lovely, huge cock, I sure as hell would like to give it a try."
"I don't know-I just don't know," Mona said, "he's so damned straight-laced in many respects. I know he's fucking other women, because he comes home with lipstick and cum stains in the most strange places. But I don't worry about that, I just try to keep him fucked silly whenever I can get him between my thighs. What I think is, we should just cool it for a while, we've got such a beautiful thing going with our kids, why spoil it by trying to pull our men in when obviously neither one of them is ready?"
"I guess you're right," Valerie agreed, "but we will tell them that we are Mends-that Stevey brought his best friend, Dick, home from college with him, and both our girls fell in love with our boys on sight, and that you and I have also become great friends."
"That's it-that's the ticket," Mona cried, "Marcus will be so happy that Dick has found somebody to fuck other than his sister that he'll just love Beverly. And we can all be in and out of each other's house, day or night, with no sweat."
"Did you hear that, darlings?" Val asked, looking up into Steve's and Dick's faces. "What do you think?"
Neither of them could answer, because both of them were right on the verge of coming.
"Ohhhh, goddamn-suck it, sis-s-suck that cock," Steve groaned achingly. "Goddamn girl, you've always s-sucked cock good, b-but Jeezus-fuck-goddamn--you've improved overnight-suck it baby-suck it all out-I-I'm c-cc-comnmmimmmmrninnnnnnng!"
"My cock is all the way down your fucking throat, Gina," Dick cried, "goddamn, girl, where did you learn to s-suck cock like this-it's so good-so goddamn good-ohhhhh you sweet cocksucking bitch-here it comes-drink it now-drink every drop of your big brother's hot cummmmmm!"
After both cocks were drained of the last droplet of thick, spurting jism, Bev and Gina reluctantly let them slip out of their mouths. Turning to kiss each other, they spit cum into each other's mouths until it was thoroughly mixed, then they swallowed the mixture in throat-bobbing gulps.
"Did you hear our plan, darlings?" Val repeated the question as soon as the young men's breathing had coasted back to normal. "What do you think"
"We heard your plan, and it sucks," Steve answered bluntly, but smiling.
"It s-sucks? Wh-what do you mean?" Mona asked, puzzled. "I think it's a splendid idea. I don't know Cleveland, but I know Marcus, and there is no way we could get him in on this, so we'll just have to make do with what we've got."
"You know that Marcus is fucking on the side, don't you?" Steve asked.
"Know? Well-uhhh-y-yes-yes, I know he's fucking other women-why?"
"Not other women-girls," Steve corrected, "and so is dad, young girls from fourteen to eighteen, nothing older. And they are not enemies, they're the best of friends-they usually fuck together."
"How do you know this?" Valerie asked.
"We had them checked out," Dick broke in. "As soon as we started talking about pulling this caper, I hired a private detective from here to put them both under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Those two motherfuckers are fucking damned near as much as Steve and me."
"And dig this," Steve added. "Marcus always picks brunettes, and Cleve invariably picks a blonde. What does that mean to you?"
"What difference does it make?" Valerie asked, "I'm blonde, Mona's brunette-I guess that's their preference."
"You're not catching on," Steve said. "I know that dad has always fucked you nights, but whether you realize it or not, you started getting fucked in the middle of the day-and other odd times-right after Bev and I started fucking. Tell her why, Bev."
"It was Steve's idea," Beverly said with an irrepressible giggle. "Dad was home more back then, and we caught hell trying to get a chance to fuck. I walked around naked constantly, just to keep Steve's cock hot and hard, but when dad was around, I'd dress so he wouldn't suspect anything."
"Anyway, one day Steve told me not to get dressed when he heard dad drive up. He told me to sit with my legs open so daddy could see all of my pussy-not just the hair. So I pretended to be reading when daddy came in. I had one leg up on the couch, swinging it in and out, and would you believe it, he sat right where he could look into my cunt. He got a hard-on that damn near busted out of his pants, and ... "
"I remember that," Valerie interrupted excitedly, "I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Cleveland came in, grabbed me, and drug me off to the nearest bedroom-he had never done that before when you kids were around-dinner was ruined, burnt to a crisp, but it was worth it-that man fucked the holy shit out of me that day."
"And your son did the same thing to me," Beverly giggled. "We fucked right there in the family room, as though we were alone in the house. You two would have heard me yelling if you hadn't been screaming so loud yourself, mom."
"You little bastards," Valerie laughed, "and there I was thinking it was my fabulous, sex-oozing bod that was driving him up the wall-I should have known. Before then, the only reason he wouldn't fuck me before when you kids were around was because I make so much noise when he makes me come. After that day, though, it seemed that the only time he chose to fuck me into a fit of the screaming mimies was precisely when you two were at home together."
"I guess you noticed, too, that he was at home a hell of a lot more often after he really got a good look at my pussy that first time," Bev said, still laughing. "I sure as hell noticed it."
"You're right-all summer long, while Steve was here. Then when Steve went back to school in the fall, he started making himself scarce again."
"I had a routine all worked out," Beverly said, "on those days when daddy came home first, I wouldn't let him get a good look until it was just about time for Steve to come home. I'd tease the shit out of him, though. I'd spread my legs, but I'd always drop my hand over my cunt at the same time, and he'd go out of his gourd waiting and watching for me to move that hand. Only when Steve walked in would I lift my hand and let him get a clear shot right into my juicy hole. Inside of five minutes I'd hear you screaming bloody murder, while Stevey got me ready with some tongue action."
"Well I guess I owe you two thanks for some of the best fucks of my life," Valerie said, "not to mention the sucks, and oh, the ass-fuckings he would sometimes give me. Nobody loves it up the ass any more than I do, and once in a while he'd come in with asshole on hi& mind, push me over on my knees, lick, suck, and spit in it until it was all loose and juicy, then try his damndest to drive that meat pole of his out of my mouth. Those were the best fucks of all."
"You should have told me," Beverly grinned, "and he would have cornholed you every time. That was part of my routine. Sometimes it would take him too long to get enough of looking at my cunt, and I'd have to take drastic action to get him out of the room so Stevey and I could fuck.
"I'd begin by looking for something-a hairpin, pencil-anything that might have rolled under the couch. I'd get down on my hands and knees, hike my ass as high as it would go, and lay my face flat on the floor as I looked and reached under the couch. The way I would kneel, my asscheeks were naturally spread apart, and I knew he could see right into the hole. Just in case he might be actually reading that magazine that he'd have spread open on his lap, though, I'd slap my ass, as though an insect had bitten me. Then I'd scratch it, always ending up scratching my asshole. Sometimes I'd even stick my finger a little ways up my asshole, and it never failed. When I'd start to get up, he'd be up out of his chair, and dashing out of the room before I could get turned around."
"Oh my God, this talk is getting me hot again," Mona sighed. "You were wrong, Val, somebody loves it up the ass more than you do-namely, me. I can't get enough, and nobody can fill my asshole more sweetly and completely than Marcus, with his wrist-thick, arm-long cock. No matter how much I love what we've found here together, I'm still afraid-I don't want to do anything to jeopardize what I'm getting from my man. I just can't believe that he'll go for what we're doing."
"You haven't been listening, mom," Dick mildly chided Mona. "I have often silently accused you of having your brains up your ass, and you're beginning to make me think that I wasn't too far off base. What this whole discussion was designed to prove was that both Cleveland and Marcus are turned on by teenaged pussy in general, and by their respective daughters in particular. Now all we've got to do is come up with a way to get fucking their daughters out of their minds, and into their nuts and cocks-where it belongs."
"But Marc would never fuck Gina," Mona insisted, "never. If Gina walked around naked in front of him, showing him her cunt and asshole, he'd take a belt to her. You know yourself that none of us walks around naked-not even me- when he is around."
"I'm afraid the same goes for Cleve," Valerie said. "He wouldn't take a belt to Bev, but he might as well, because all she'll ever succeed in doing is getting him hot for me-which is just fine, mind you, but getting us no closer to a solution."
"What would you have done had I simply said to you, 'Come on, mom, let's fuck?'" Steve asked.
"Uhhh-I-I don't know," Valerie answered truthfully. "I've asked myself that same question a thousand times. I knew I wanted to fuck you, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't-do you understand? I would have been standing there with my cunt twitching and steaming for your cock, while trying to talk you out of it, playing outraged, or shocked, or-or breaking into tears, or something."
"What if I had simply pushed you over, or caught you in bed-maybe, asleep-and fucked you without asking?"
"Well, you're stronger than I am," Valerie giggled nervously, "and I certainly couldn't have stopped you. And now that I know how good you fuck, I would have had to fuck you back- and-and I would have come like a fourth of July sky rocket. But I'm sure that I would have still cried a lot-and told you that if it ever happened again that I'd tell your father-and I would have been miserable with the guilties- but I'd probably have let you catch me just like that again and again."
"So the way we handled this was just right-right?"
"Oh, absolutely-completely-it couldn't have been handled better. I didn't have to feel guilty, because I was forced-I was protecting my own, as well as my children's lives. And when Dick made you fuck me, I could have kissed him. It was better than I ever dreamed it could be-better than it could have possibly been under any other circumstances."
"You did it just right with me, too," Mona said. "I think if Dick had asked me, I would have fucked him, but I sure as hell would have kept it our little secret. And I'm so cock-hungry that I know I couldn't have kept from fucking the deal up by trying to get to him even when Marc would be around, so it would have been a fucked-up situation all around.
"The way you people handled it was just perfect, though. I really thought Dicky's life was in danger-I thought that you were crazy, Steve-insane, and I would have done anything you asked me-anything."
"Me too," Gina said. "I thought you were just plain crazy, but I was still hoping that you would rape me-praying that it was my pussy that you wanted. I swore to myself that if I got your handsome ass locked between my thighs, I'd fuck some sense into your head. I had never sucked pussy before in my life, but I sucked my ass off, hoping it would make you hot enough to put down that gun and fuck me. Didn't I do a good job for a beginner, Val?"
"You were wonderful, darling," Val concurred, "couldn't have been better. I only hope that you won't have to have a pistol held on you to make you do it again-and again."
"Don't worry, I'm hooked," Gina said. "When our men are away at school or work, or even out chasing some other cunts, I intend to keep all three of you coming with my tongue. I love it-love it."
"So that's our answer," Steve said. "All we've got to do now is fix it so dad and Marc can fuck Gina and Bev without feeling guilty, or having to go through the trauma of breaking down over forty years of brainwashing and inhibitions by having to go the normal seduction route."
"Couldn't you do them like you did us?" Mona suggested, "hold guns on them, and make them fuck their daughters? Steve could do it to Marc, and Dick could force Cleveland."
"Aww, mom, you know dad better than that," Dick said. "His manhood would never allow him to back off from a gun. He'd either make Steve kill him, or take the gun away from him, and beat the piss out of him with it."
"What are we going to do then?" Valerie asked. "I want this thing solved now-tonight. I don't want to have to start out by lying and sneaking, and getting to our kids only when Cleveland is not around. For years now, I've-, fantasized Cleveland and Stevey both fucking me at the same time, and we've just got to do something to make that fantasy a reality."
"I think I've got it," Steve said, rising to walk over to the bed and lie down with his cock standing straight up in the air. "Of course I'll have to work out the details, but I think better while I'm fucking and trying not to come too fast."
The other three jumped up and joined Steve on the bed. Dick lay on his back beside Steve, and his cock stood just as tall. The two older women outdistanced their daughters, and Mona hopped astraddle her son's cock, while Valerie fitted Steve's quivering tool into her female furnace. Gina sat lightly on Steve's face, and gently rolled her hips as his tongue dug into her hole, and lapped its way up her gash toward her clit. Beverly imitated her future sister-in-law by squatting over Dick's face, with her open cunt pressed flat against his seeking, sucking lips.
"Let's all get one more nut-at least," Steve said before his mouth was sealed with Gina's cunt, "then I'll run my idea past you guys, and see what you think."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cleveland Martingale let himself into his living room, turned on the lights, and stood bobbing, weaving, and blinking foolishly at the sight that met his eyes. The huge room was a shambles. Three chairs were overturned, a tall floor lamp lay broken on the floor, clothing and other furnishings were scattered haphazardly about the room.
Beverly lay stark naked on one of the living room couches, one leg thrown over the back, one foot resting flat on the floor. Her wide open cunt was oozing thick oysters of shiny silver cum.
"My God-oh my God!" Cleveland roared, stricken almost cold sober, afraid that Beverly was dead-had been-"raped and killed.
"Beverly-oh God-Beverly, darling, speak to me-what happened?" he yelled frantically, running to the couch to drop to his knees beside his daughter.
Grabbing her wrist, he felt for her pulse; laying his head flat on her breasts, he listened for her heartbeat.
Her pulse was normal, her breathing heavy but regular, her heartbeat strong.
"Beverly-Beverly, speak to me-Beverly!" he continued to cry, massaging her wrists, slapping her face lightly.
Beverly lay as though dead.
"Valerie!" Cleveland cried, stumbling to his feet to run into the master bedroom, "Valerie-Valerie-where are you, baby, oh God, what's going on-what's happened?"
The bedroom was empty, the huge circular waterbed had not been slept in.
"Oh God-oh my God-what's going on around here-what's happened?" he cried to the walls as he dashed back into the living room to find Beverly lying exactly as he had left her. "Where's my wife-what's happened to my baby-what's going on?"
For a few minutes he ran around in circles, setting overturned chairs upright, straightening the other furniture, going back to Beverly again and again to call her name-touch her face-unable to decide whether to call a doctor, the police, or both. In one of his frantic returns to the couch, he bent to kiss her lips, and recoiled in disgust.
Drunk. Beverly was dead drunk. Even through the sour, whiskey-soaked smell of his own breath, she smelled like a distillery.
Standing up and sniffing the air again, Cleveland screwed his face into a mask of even deeper; disgust. Pot. The living room fairly reeked with the funky, pungent smell of marijuana smoke.
"She's had a goddamned pot, booze, and sex orgy," Cleveland snarled, "right here in my house. Goddammit, where the fuck is Val? I'll kill the brainless whore for leaving this girl home alone-giving her a chance to get fucked up like this. Goddammit, just wait until the bitch gets home, we're going to have a pow-wow about this fucking shit, and all of her excuses and explanations had better be goddamned good ones."
Almost sick with revulsion at seeing his daughter in such condition, Cleveland wheeled and stumbled blindly to the bar, where he snatched a full fifth of bourbon from the shelf. Filling a water glass half full, he gulped it down in one huge swallow.
The whiskey calmed him, put him back into an immediate stage of drunkenness that wouldn't allow him to get excited about anything. Letting his eyes fall to the bar top, he saw a neat stack of Valerie's personal stationery. The first page was addressed to him, and was covered with her neat, artistic handwriting.
With trembling hands, Cleveland picked up the half-dozen sheets, and began to read.
Dear Cleveland,
I knew you'd find your way to the bar, so Fm leaving this letter where you'll be sure to see it. Sit down and make yourself comfortable before reading any further, because what I am about to tell you will knock you off your feet.
"What the fuck is this?" Cleveland muttered, filling his glass to the brim, and walking carefully with it and the letter to take a seat in the easy chair before the couch.
I'm not going to try to pretty this up for you Cleve, Fm going to put it in words just as raw, brutal, and vulgar as the reality I have lived with for so long. Just by looking at Bev, you can see that she has been fucking-right here in this house. That's nothing strange, though, because she has a house full of boys, all of whom she fucks, every time I go to play bridge, as I did tonight.
The room is in a shambles because Steve came home a week early from college, caught his sister getting gang-banged by three guys-simultaneously-one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one up her asshole, and beat the boys up, and threw them out. All well and good if he had let it go at that, but when I came home, I caught him-our son, Steven-fucking her, and she was so drunk she didn't even know it was happening to her.
I almost had a heart attack. I called him every filthy name I could think of. Then he sat me down, calmed me down, and gave me a good talking to.
The gist of it was that he has been fucking his sister for over a year now, and apparently it's done her no harm, because when he is home she is a perfect angel. I told him that you would kill him when you found out, and he said that was the chance he'd have to take, because he sees nothing wrong with his fucking Bev, and if you and I couldn't see things his way, then he'd leave and wouldn't come back.
I knew he was serious, and there was no way that I could stand to see him go. He had nothing at all bad to say about you, but I did. I blamed you for this situation, and I still do. It's your neglect of Bev that has turned her into a boy-crazy nymphomaniac, and your neglect of me that has turned me into a nervous, cock-hungry wreck. To make a long story short, Steve said he was going to a hotel, until I talked to you, and found what your reaction would be. I decided to go with him, because if he goes for good, I go for good. It is as simple as that.
Steve says she has the best cunt in the world, he is hooked on it, and if you decide to take us back, his one condition is that he be allowed to fuck his sister undisturbed. He has my blessings, and is waiting for yours. As for me and you, you know I love you with all my heart, body, and soul, but I also love my kids, and I want the family together at any cost. I interrupted Steve before he had an orgasm, and as we leave he has the most gorgeous hard-on imaginable. I am going to sleep with him, and I am going to sleep as I always do-nude. So whatever happens-happens. What you decide to do with Bev is completely up to you. I won't tell you where we are, but I'll call you tomorrow at about noon to get your decision. Have a good time, because I intend to.
Luv, Vol.
Cleveland didn't know what to think, even could he have assembled his thoughts in his drunken condition. He leapt up from his chair and walked around in circles. He chewed his bottom lip, pounded his fist into his palm, ran his hands distractedly through his hair, but no coherent thoughts would surface.
All he could think and say over and over was, "Oh God, what have I done? What am I going to do? It's all my fault, what am I going to do? Oh God-oh Val-Val-Beverly-oh shit-I'm going crazy-crazy-what am I going to do ... ?"
Stopping to stare dumbly down at his naked daughter, Cleveland seemed to snap out of his stupor and come alive. As though he had suddenly realized that there was nothing at all keeping him from fucking Beverly, he began to hastily scramble out of his clothes.
"I'm s-sorry, Bev, baby, sweetheart," he moaned, "I can't help it-I c-can't help m-my-self-I've got to fuck you ... Oh God-oh God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long-so long-you've been driving me out of my fucking mind since you were a pre-teenager-oh God- I've got to-I've got to ... "
Bending, hopping on one foot at a time, almost falling flat on his face as he pulled off his socks and shoes, he kept jabbering passionately, drunkenly. He seemed to feel that he couldn't go through with it unless he first put his thoughts and actions in words to what he assumed to be the deaf, unconscious ears of his daughter.
"I don't know what Val expected me to do- how she expects me to handle this--but if she only knew-if she only knew what a big-assed favor she has done by putting me in this position. I've been wracking my brains for ages trying to figure a way to get into your sweet pussy, baby, without breaking up my marriage-without feeling guilty for taking advantage of your love, trust, and innocence ... "
"Why doesn't he shut up and fuck me-fuck me?" Beverly whispered silently to herself, staring from under her eyelids at the biggest cock she had ever seen. "I can't play this game much longer-if he doesn't get that gorgeous hunk of meat into my steaming pussy soon, I'll jump up from here and rape him."
"Oh God, what a perfect solution to all my problems," Cleveland ranted on. "I know Val suffers from a lack of cock. She needs it day and night-every day, and every night Now she can get it from Steve, and nobody will be the wiser-nobody will know, or even suspect it, but us. I wanted you to be a good girl, Bev, baby," he spoke down to her as though they were carrying on a normal conversation, "just like all fathers. I wanted you to stay a virgin until you got married. Still I wanted all other girls-all the other fathers' daughters-to be little whores -ready to fuck any time I wanted them."
Cleveland actually laughed out loud, stumbling backward from the couch, going through an awkward, off-balance dance of happiness at the 'way things were turning out for him.
"I'm so glad now, though, that you're fucking, I don't know what to do. I'm glad you're fucking Steve, and your mother caught you at it. I'm glad she understands, and is practically giving me permission to get some of your lovely, hot, sweet ass myself. We're gonna work it out, baby. We're gonna be a close, happy, loving family again-no more chasing teenaged pussy for me, 'cause I got the sweetest one in the world right here at home."
Suddenly Cleveland was quiet, and Beverly was about to open her eyes a bit wider to see what had turned him off, when the couch cushion sagged under Ms weight. He was on his knees, between her legs, staring hypnotically, almost reverently into her cum-filled cunt.
She gasped almost audibly, jerked imperceptibly as she felt his wet, hot lips kissing the insides of her thighs, his long, flat tongue licking away at the excess jism that had spilled over, oozed down. She gasped again, louder this time, as his searching mouth clamped over her open love canyon, and only his loud moans and sloppy sucking noises kept him from hearing her.
"Oh God-Jeezus-how long-how long I've waited for this," Cleveland growled slobberingly as he sucked mouthfuls of cunt-warmed cum into his throat. "I don't care how many guys you've fucked, baby-I don't care how many cocks you've sucked-I'm not gonna be jealous anymore, 'cause I'm gonna be having you, too. I'm gonna make it so good to you, that you'll never say no to me ... "
All the surplus cum had been drawn out of her cunt now, and still he sucked wetly, greedily, like a starving man sucking the marrow from a bone after he has sucked away all the meat. Moving his mouth reluctantly away from her pulsating hole, he sucked her pussy lips- outer lips-inner lips-both sets at once-moaning in frustration because he couldn't get all of her sweet, juicy flesh completely into his hungry mouth.
Lifting her bottom, spreading her cheeks, he licked and sucked her asshole. He was thrilled almost sober at the hot, rubbery tightness of her anal sphincter, gripping his probing, digging tongue, ecstatic at the always shocking sweetness and softness of the convoluted flesh inside this secret, sacred passage.
This action, Beverly could live with. It felt good, heavenly, and she knew if he kept at it long enough she would eventually come. But she knew, also, that he would stop long before she reached that point; She knew that this was just foreplay, an appetizer, and that the real thing was not far away.
Her eyes were wide open now, staring down at the top of her father's head, rolling and bobbing between her splayed thighs. She thought of his drunken declarations, his pussy-muffled words, and almost sang out her joy that their scheme had worked so perfectly. Then she clamped her eyes hastily shut again as Cleveland stopped sucking her asshole and slid up her body.
"I wish you were awake, baby," he whispered huskily into her ear, "so I could tell you everything is going to be all right-so I could forgive you for how you've treated your mother, and ask your forgiveness for how miserably I have treated you both. I wish I could tell you and make you understand that there is nothing wrong with what I've done, and what I'm about to do to you. It is as right as rain, because I love you-I want you-and I'm tired of living a lie-tired of the hypocrisy and bullshit that has been my life for so goddamned long."
"I am awake, daddy," Beverly cried happily, flinging both arms around her startled father's neck, clamping her mouth to his in a burning kiss that stopped all speech-all desire for speech.
The kiss lasted for a long time, and when it was broken, Cleveland's massive cock was thrust deep inside his daughter's wet, clinging vagina. He was groaning aloud at the tightness, slickness, hotness of the velvety grotto. She was staring in wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock at the compelling way his cock filled her cunt to bursting, yet felt better than any cock she had ever captured in her tender man trap.
"I'm not drunk, either," she panted as he began to stroke mightily, "I've never been drunk in my life-I don't even drink, nor do I smoke pot. This was all arranged to get you to fuck me."
"Arranged by whom? Val wrote that letter-uhh-didn't she?"
"Yes, she wrote it-we arranged it-me, mommy, Steve, Dick, Mona, and Gina.
"Dick, Mona, and Gina?" Cleveland cried, almost missing a stroke, nearly breaking his rhythm as he repeated the names that he had so often heard from Marcus. "Dick, Mona, and Gina who?"
"Dick, Mona, and Gina Bianchi-the son, wife, and daughter of Marcus Bianchi."
"But-but I don't understand-how- when-what ... ?"
"Hush, daddy, darling, it's too complicated to explain now," Beverly laughed, locking her thighs around Cleveland's back, and forcing him into renewed action. "Anyway, mommy, Stevey, Dick, and Mona are down in the family room right now, and they're doing the same thing that we are. Gina has gone home to try to trick Marcus into fucking her. Now come on and fuck me, sweet daddy-fuck me like you mean it-fuck me like I've wanted you to fuck me for ages. Then we'll go downstairs and get you properly initiated."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"She's gone, daddy-gone, I tell you," Gina said for the third time to her father, who was standing in her bedroom door, inquiring as to the whereabouts of Mona.
"I heard you-I heard you-but I mean, where-where is she gone?" the perplexed Marcus asked, peering intently into the semi-darkness of the bedroom, trying to determine if Gina was actually lying naked on top of the covers.
He had only opened the door wide enough to look in and see if Gina were at home. The light from the hallway only illuminated the room enough for him to see her body dimly outlined on her bed. At that point, he had not even been thinking whether or not she might be clothed.
He had simply opened the door a crack, and called softly, "Gina?"
"Uhh-mm-wh-what-ohh-yes, daddy?"
"Where's your mother?"
"She's gone."
"I can see that-where is she?"
"I just told you-gone."
Marcus eased the door open wider. Gina was on her back, twisted toward him, her raised trunk supported on one elbow. She was naked-stark naked.
"She said don't tell you where she was going," Gina said, "and I promised her I wouldn't, but I'll tell you anyway. She was talking to Dicky on the phone, begging him to come home. Apparently he refused, because she finally said, 'If you won't come to me, then I'll come to you. I'm catching the next plane out-meet me at the airport.' She's been gone now for about four hours, so she should be almost there now."
"Bu-but why would she do a thing like that without telling me?"
"How could she, daddy? You weren't here. She knew you'd be mad, that's why she told me not to tell you. I asked her how long she'd be gone, and she said two or three days-maybe longer. She told me to take care of you-said maybe I could keep you home for a while, because she certainly couldn't."
"I don't like this-I don't like this at all," Marcus growled. "Dick knows he can come home whenever he wants to, but if he's too bull-headed to come back, that's his business. I'm not gonna have Mona chasing after him, though, no sirree."
"Looks like you're too late," Gina reminded him, "she's already chasing."
As if by accident, Marcus hit the door with his elbow, pushing it all the way open. Gina was fully exposed in all her naked glory, her high-standing, big-nippled tits seeming to fill the room. The hard-on that Marcus had lost when he discovered his bed made and unslept-in came back in full throbbing force when he saw Gina's nubile, teenaged body lying nude and enticing before his bugged eyes.
He had never been alone with his daughter like this-never had they been completely alone in the big, rambling, twelve-room house without any fear of interruption, not even the danger of the phone ringing, or somebody ringing the front doorbell.
"It's now or never," he thought. "If I don't get to her now, I'll never get such a chance again. But how will I go about it-what will I do? I haven't really talked to her for years, let alone touch her-hug her-kiss her-she'd think I'm crazy if I made a pass."
Gina stared silently at her father. Dick and Mona had assured her that she wouldn't have to do anything, just be there naked and waiting for him when he came in. "Don't play coy," they said, "don't act frightened, no matter what he does-just go along with whatever he tries to get across, no matter how roundabout and indirect his passes start out." She was waiting for him to say something-do something, so she could start playing along.
"She's fucking," Marcus said to himself, "I know that, and I don't give a shit what she, Mona, and Dick say to the contrary, I'll bet my bottom dollar that she's been fucked by her brother. If not, it was only because I stopped them in time.
"Now Mona's gone to visit Dicky," he went on with his disturbing, exciting thoughts, "and if he'd fuck his sister, why not his mother. Mona went so far as to admit to me that she'd fucked more than one of her brothers, and saw nothing wrong with it-she could also see nothing wrong with Dick fucking Gina-what's to keep her red-hot, cock-hungry ass from fucking Dick while she's up there?
"None of this don't get me a damn bit closer to fucking Gina, though," he thought, groaning his frustration, and raising both hands to cover his sweating face, shaking his head from side to side in the palms of his hands.
"Daddy, daddy, what's wrong-what's the matter with you?" Gina cried, springing out of bed, and dashing over to her father, who seemed to be on the verge of falling flat oh his face.
"Ohhh-uhhh-it's n-nothing," he mumbled, allowing her to take him in her arms, but pulling his loins away, so she couldn't feel the bone-hard erection angled solidly down his thigh. "I-I g-guess I ju-just had t-too much to drink-ohhhhh-ohhhh God-I feel horrible-I-I'm sick-I-I d-don't think I can make it back to m-my b-bedroom."
"Here, daddy-here-lie down on my bed," Gina cooed sweetly, persuasively as she led him to her big double bed and pushed him gently over on it. "Just lie still, I'll get your shoes off-get you undressed-you just take it easy, everything is going to be all right. Wait-wait-let me turn on the light so I can see what I'm doing-you lie still now."
Gina dashed to the door to flick on the bright overhead light, and hurried back to the bed, gasping at the sight of her father's flushed, sweating face. Her heart fell, because she thought he was actually sick-too drunk to really appreciate what she planned to be doing to him shortly.
In the fraction of a moment that it took Gina to turn on the light, return to the bed, and begin undressing Marcus his plan of operation formed itself in his mind.
"Shit, I'm drunk-dead drunk," he almost hooted aloud, "I'm so drunk I don't know what I'm doing, so I can do any fucking thing I want to, and get away with it. If she balks, or starts giving me some shit when I sober up, I'll not remember a goddamn thing."
Gina's hands were trembling so violently that she could hardly get Marcus's belt unbuckled. She was staring in wide eyed disbelief at the monstrous erection angling down his thigh, almost afraid to let it free to see if it were really as huge as it looked through his pants.
"Ohhhhrgghh," Marcus groaned achingly aloud, "I'm s-sooo f-fucking dr-drunk-the bed is sp-spinning, Mona-M-Mona, baby-s-st-stop the bed from spinning."
Gina stiffled a giggle, thinking that Marcus was so drunk that he actually thought she was Mona. She started to correct him, but thought better of it, and decided to play along.
"Hush, darling," she soothed, "I'm here-just lie still-let me get you undressed-the bed will stop spinning."
"Ohhhh, Mona b-baby, I love you-you know I love you-I'm drunk, b-but I'm not too drunk to f-fuck-I want some of your sweet, hot cunt so bad."
"Yes, dear, I love you, too-all right, hon, you know I'm here for you whenever you want me."
Marcus arched his hips up from the bed so Gina could get his pants off. He let his eyes roll foolishly around in their sockets as though he had no control over his vision, but he was still watching Gina's reaction when his long, fat cock sprang from under his descending pants and shorts like a thick-headed, one-eyed Jack-in-the-box.
Gina blushed and gasped aloud in spite of herself. Her father's cock was even larger than it appeared to be inside his pants. It was larger than Dick's, larger than Steve's, larger than any cock she had ever seen, or ever hoped to see. She knew that she could-and would-take it all, every inch of it; still she stood awestruck, trembling more violently at the mere thought of all this hard, raging pole of flesh stretching her cunt, her mouth, her asshole.
Reaching up with both hands to squeeze and fondle Gina's full firm tits, Marcus croaked hoarsely, "M-Mona-Mona, baby, your titties are s-soooo pretty-sooo s-soft and fat and-and round. I love your titties, baby-let me suck them."
"Wait dad-uhhh-darling," Gina said with an irrepressible giggle, "let me finish getting you undressed, then you can suck my titties- you can do anything to me that you want to- you know that."
"Yes-yes, I know, it. That's what I love about you, you're so good to m-me-s-so goddamn sweet-and I'm a lousy, no-good son-of-a-bitch, the way I been treatin' you. But I'm gonna make it up to you baby-I'm gonna make it all up to you," Marcus said, raising up so Gina could slip his shirt off. "And I want everything tonight, baby-okay? Everything-I wanna suck your sweet, juicy cunt, I want you to suck my cock-I want some of your hot, tight asshole-just like old times-okay?"
"All right, darling," Gina readily agreed, scooting back down in bed to take his massive boner in both hands, and stroke it firmly, but gently. She was actually shivering in happy anticipation of getting it into all of her insatiable orifices, but was so fascinated by the size of the ropy-veined, mushroom-headed beauty of it, that she couldn't stop staring at it.
Marcus was amazed and relieved that she agreed to his suggestions without hesitation. He had expected her to hem and haw and begin making excuses when he mentioned fucking her in the ass, and he had prepared to go along with her, to take her any way she thought she could handle it. He decided to press his advantage, though, not let her off the hook, find out exactly how she felt, and how far she'd go.
"Where's Gina? Where's my sweet baby, Gina?" He slurred with drunken exaggeration, as though he had relapsed into an almost complete stupor. "I'm just dr-drunk enough to t-tell you how I really feel about my-my sweet, sexy baby."
"How do you feel about her, darling?"
"I I-love her-that's how I f-feel-I love h-her s-so fuckin' much I can't stand it-I want her-I want to fuck her-I want to f-fuck my-my own daughter-wh-what do you think about that?"
"It's all right, honey, I think it's fine. I happen to know that Gina wants to fuck you too, and if it would keep you home with us more often, I'd be happy to see you fuck her."
"Godamn, baby, don't m-make me b-bust out bawlin'. You're so fuckin' sweet an' understanding-I swear I'll be home every fuckin' night-I'll keep you both happy-I'll fuck her, but I'll fuck you more than ever-you wait an' see, we're gonna be a cl-close, lovin' family again. And if Davey wants to come back an' get in on the action, that's all right with me, too. Do you wanna fuck Da-Davey?"
"I'm already fucking him, dear."
"Good-good-all inna family. And is Mona- uhhh-I mean is Gina-uhhh-shit-are both of you fuckin' him?"
"Yes, darling, we're both fucking him, and loving it. And we both want to fuck you-want you here with us-giving us all we need, and taking all of this hot, hungry sex that we have to give."
Suddenly Marcus sat bolt upright in bed- cold sober. "Baby," he croaked to his startled daughter, "don't leave me now-don't flake out on me now that we've gotten this far. I'm not drunk, I was just faking it. Is all you said true? Do you really want to fuck me? Are both you and Mona fucking Dave?"
"Yes, daddy, it's true-every word of it."
"Ohhh God-oh God" Marcus moaned, "what a goddamned fool I've been-how long has this been going on?"
"Not long-not as long as you think-but long enough to let us all know how much we love it with each other, and how much we want you to join us without any hassle."
"No hassle," Marcus replied urgently, "you'll get no hassle from me. It's just that I could kick my own ass around the block for missing out on it this long. I've been chasing around after young girls because I wanted to fuck you so badly-been suffering like a dying man, because I wanted to be with Mona, but just couldn't stop chasing teenaged cunt. But how-when-I mean, Dave hasn't been home since ... ?"
"Yes, he has," Gina interrupted, pushing Marcus gently back down on the bed. "Hush now, we'll give you all the juicy details later. Now I want to see how long it will take me to deflate this gorgeous cock of yours, then get it hard again for some real fucking."
Gina began by holding the shaft of his cock in one hand, while fondling and squeezing his balls with the other. At the same time she let her pink, wet tongue race up and down the ropey stalk, round and round the bulbous head, in and out of the teardrop slit of a hole at the top.
She knew that he had no idea that she could get even half of the giant phallus into her mouth. The way he was writhing and groaning as she licked it from top to bottom, she also knew that he would blast his nuts immediately, once she pulled her deepthroat trick out of the bag. Opening her mouth wide, she swooped her head downward, like a hawk zeroing in on a rabbit and engulfed the long, thick tool in her jaws and throat.
"AHHHRRRGGGGHHH!" Marcus cried, almost in shock, involuntarily arching up from the bed, driving the thick, meaty head even deeper into her throat.
But if Marcus was surprised, Gina was flabbergasted. She credited herself with having the deepest, wildest throat, up to and including Linda Lovelace. She had taken both Steve and Dick's cocks into her throat with ease, and neither of their dongs was that much thinner or shorter than Marcus's. Now, however, she was about to choke-to gag-to die. She couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow, her mouth was packed solid with cock from lips to gullet.
Almost in panic, she slid her mouth up the stalk until her air passages were free, and she could breathe again. Clamping her lip-cushioned teeth tightly around his cock so he couldn't drive it in too deeply again, she sucked like a child sucking a lollipop. She had no room to roll and flick her tongue around it, as was her habit when she had a cock embedded in her mouth. Her lips were already strained open so wide that she couldn't nip and nibble it as it went in and out. She had no recourse but to suck it in pure self-defense.
After the first startled realization that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, however, she remained in complete control. She loved to be mouth-fucked, to lie dormant, passive, throat wide open, and let the man pound cock into her gullet as vigorously as he would pound it into her cunt. Not this time, though, not this trip. She knew that if she stopped sucking, stopped thrilling him with her wet, clinging lips and saliva-filled, suctioning jaws, he would ruin her.
To help herself along, take some of the pressure off her swiftly tiring jaws, she squeezed his cock in her tiny fist. Though it was so thick that her thumb and fingers could not meet around it, she jerked him off with a steady, synchronized, pounding rhythm. The fingers that had been gripping his nut sack slid down into the hairy, sweaty crack of his ass. She tickled his ecstasy-tightened asshole, ran the ball of her middle finger round and round the puckered anal ring, then drove it into the constricted passage to her second knuckle joint.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Marcus roared again. He wanted to come, but the ecstasy was too intense, all his senses were paralyzed. He knew he had to do something to keep from exploding, having a stroke or a heart attack.
Reaching down and grabbing his daughter by her tiny waist, he lifted her bodily into the air, rotated her gripping, sucking mouth on his dick, and eased her hairy, open, drooling cunt over his mouth. The heat from her loins fanned across his face like a desert breeze even before his mouth made contact. The crystal clear, sweet and sour ambrosia that seeped out of her pulsating hole trickled into his mouth before he could even begin to suck.
He snorted in lungfuls of her fresh young cunt smell as he drained her of her juices. The luxurious abundance of her cuntal hair held the aroma locked fast. Her freely sweating nether area added to the heady scent that assailed his nostrils in titillating, mind-blowing waves. He licked the insides of her smooth, quivering thighs, loving the sweaty-salt taste of her flesh. He licked up and down the deep, funky gorge between her pulled-apart asscheeks, digging his finders into the balloon-soft, balloon-round globes. He stabbed his tongue in and out of the softly muscled hole, giving her the same thrill with his oral digit as she was giving him with her pistoning finger.
Her lustful shrieks of pleasure were gagged by his driving, rampaging cock. His roars of passion and ecstasy were muffled in the dark, clinging canyon of her thighs and asscheeks. Still they sucked as though there were no tomorrow. Since time stood still for them both, they had no idea how long they ate away at each other's genitals. It may have been ten minutes, and it may have been two hours. Sweat poured off their bodies until they were as slippery as eels, thrashing about on soggy sheets.
Gina had orgasm after shattering orgasm but Marcus could not come, his nuts simply would not release the seething, bubbling load that boiled just beneath the surface of his consciousness, sang through his bloodstream, caused his senses to reel. No woman-not even Mona-had ever sucked him into such a state of frenzied euphoria. He became not a thinking, rational man, but a mindless, sensation-ruled cock.
When he lifted her from his body, he carried out the move as though in a trance, wordlessly, unhurriedly, sitting up as he held her up. Pushing her forward and down with her tits pressed flat on the bed, he stared dreamily into her wide open, backthrust cunt, into the winking, round, brown back orifice, as though he were unable to decide which to sample first with his aching cock. Just looking at her like this was joy enough, pleasure enough to sustain any sex-starved man, but looking was not enough for Marcus.
Rising up on his knees, gripping her lightly about the waist, he aimed his cock with his free hand, he lunged forward, and as straight and true as an arrow launched from a tightly drawn bowstring, he hit the tiny target of her slime-filled pussy hole dead center. He stretched her tiny cunt to bursting as he drove his cock in to the hilt. In and out, out and in, he pounded with such force that he scooted her inches forward in bed with each blow of his loins. He followed her on his knees until her head was jammed against the bedstead, until she had no choice but to coil and sling her springy young ass violently back Into his belly.
Holding his asscheeks apart so he could see the miraculous disappearance and reappearance of all of his mighty, meaty dong as it plowed in and out of her straining cunt, he noticed the string of slimy saliva oozing from where he had spit it into her asshole. His cock was slick with her cunt juice, and jerking it all the way out of her cuntal cavern on one backstroke, he arched up on his knees, and drove it to the balls into her asshole on the instroke.
Her scream was a shriek of pure ecstasy, his echoing scream was a roaring testament to the same. Later, as the first rays of morning sun slid in through the cracks of the drawn blinds, they both screamed again, but this time-at long last-in completion.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Don't let Stevey in here!" Gina shrieked, "the groom is not supposed to see the bride until ..."
"It's not Stevey, dear, it's your father," Mona said, brushing her daughter's long black hair until it shot sparks and hung down past her naked shoulders in a brightly shining ebony cascade. "Isn't she lovely, darling?" she asked the proud and glowing father of the bride as he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself.
"My God," Marcus croaked in genuine awe, "I swear I've never seen anything-anybody more beautiful in my life."
Gina was dressed in a snow-white bridal gown, all lacy frills and flounces. The garment was completely open in the back, down to the cleavage between her buttocks. A diaphanous, see through halter encased her marvelous, pneumatic breasts like ripe fruit under cellophane. The skirt of the ensemble was also of transparent material, but consisted of several flouncy layers, like the dress of a prima ballerina. As she sat primly on the backless, padded dressing table stool, the skirt flounced out around Gina's bottom like white rose petals. The stiff, delicate material was hiked up in front, and through the mirror Marcus had a clear, unobstructed view all the way up to her sable-haired, moist-lipped cunt.
Marcus, who had just finished fucking Valerie, standing up, from behind, had not come into this room to fuck. In fact, he hadn't gone into the other room to fuck. Quite the contrary, fucking was the last thing on his mind. He was seeking a place to lie down, maybe catch a few winks, before the ceremony, which was scheduled for noon-just one short hour away.
Valerie had been stark naked as she called out in answer to his knock: "If it's anybody but Dicky, come in!"
Peeking into the room, Marcus had seen the two lovely, sexy females, and his tired, aching cock had immediately sprung painfully hard within the confines of his black tuxedo trousers. Beverly's wedding costume had been just as sexy as Gina's, if not more so. To set off and accentuate her blondness, she was dressed in black-black mesh.
She wore black mesh stockings that ended at the tops of her thighs. Her bodice was cut so low that her nipples were clearly visible, but had a reinforced cup sewn in that lifted her breasts higher than they naturally were, holding them up and out and inviting, like an offering to the gods. The knit, crocheted material clung to her tiny waist like a spiderweb. Holes, ranging from the size of a dime to the size of a silver dollar, were formed by the angling, criss-crossing, fishnet-like weaving, giving fleeting glimpses of naked flesh.
Beverly had been standing as her mother did her hair, and Marcus had stared and stared into the full length mirror before her, trying to determine if he could actually see the golden flashes of cunt hair through the netting. From behind, there was no question as to what one could see. The material clung to the round, sloping cheeks of her ass like a second skin. One thick black strand of the loosely stitched netting ran tautly, straight down the crack of her ass, further separating the resilient hillocks, pulling the skirt tighter, making it cup them, exaggerate them. The dress gave a smooth, unblemished polka dot effect.
The mini-gown ended scant inches below Beverly's cunt, and though one might miss really seeing the tempting morsel by looking through the material, one could not miss it in all of its petal-like, pouting-lipped glory, were she in any other position than perfectly perpendicular.
Marcus hadn't wanted to fuck though, because he had been fucking practically nonstop for almost a week now. When the two families had gotten together last Sunday at noon, he and Cleveland had damn near fucked themselves to death before the sun went down. The first thing Monday morning they had both called into their offices, and gave themselves a much needed three weeks vacation, and the marathon, dual-family orgy had continued.
It was not just their daughters that the two horny satyrs could not get enough of, they both seemed to fall in love with their wives all over again. When the kids were bushed, fucked out, lying about the house sleeping soundly, the oldsters would still be humping away as though they were on their first, last, and only honeymoon.
Yesterday-Friday-Steve's and Dick's friends had arrived for the wedding. Instead of the four hot-cocked young men affording Marcus and Cleveland relief, however, their arrival had caused a renewed outburst of fuck energy that had left the two older men all but completely debilitated.
Snake, Tonto, Speedy, and Moose had come just as they had promised, but they surprised the two waiting families by three of them bringing their sisters. According to their plans, Moose was to have been Dick's best man, and Tonto was to have been Steve's. Nothing at all had been said about bridesmaids, but as a special surprise for their friends, Tonto had brought his fifteen-year-old sister, Liana, to be Beverly's bridesmaid and Speedy had brought his seventeen-year-old sister, Carla, to serve the same purpose for Gina. Moose had gotten into the act by bringing along his twenty-seven-year-old, married sister, Ellen, to be matron of honor.
In a hastily assembled, whispering group, the newly arrived men were questioned as to how far one could go with their sisters.
"That's what I brought Carla along to find out," Speedy had grinned, winking broadly. "I think she's fucking on the sly, and I know I've got the flaming hots for her pretty little ass, but we have never been really close enough to get it on. We dig each other, but up until now it's been hands off. What I want you guys to do is really pour on the heat. I don't care how you do it, let's just get her to fucking."
"I just got Liana's cherry since we left here last week," Tonto whispered. "I never would have even considered it until what happened here. I've fucked her three times already, and she's already hooked on cock, so no sweat Only trouble is, she's painfully shy, so don't approach her to fuck when anybody else is around-not at first, at least-but if you can get her off to herself have a ball-she has just never learned to say no."
Carla was a tall, slender, green-eyed redhead. Her tits and ass were small, but on her willowy frame they were just perfect. Everybody agreed that it would be a gas seducing her. Liana, the fifteen-year-old Indian girl, had her silky black hair done in a long, thick braid that bounced off her full round asscheeks. She had huge, pensive, doelike eyes that seemed to illuminate her lovely heart-shaped face. Her breasts were conical, out-jutting, rising and falling with her breathing. She seemed uncomfortable, frightened in the boisterous crowd, and all the men decided on the spot to get her alone as quickly as possible.
"Shit, Ellen is married to a traveling salesman," Moose had informed them, "and when her dude is on the road, her crib looks like Grand Central Station the way the men pass in and out. Fact is, the only way I could get her to agree to make this trip was to promise her that she would get all the cock she could handle."
The chestnut-haired Ellen would have been just plain fat had she not been so voluptuously curvaceous. She was big-boned and solid. Her straight brown hair fell to her shoulder-blades. Her hot brown eyes darted from crotch, to crotch, male and female alike. She constantly licked her lush, pink lips, and her big, fleshy, brewery horse-sized ass riveted the attention of every male in the house.
Nobody knew later who started fucking whom, but in less than thirty minutes after the arrival of the wedding guests, everybody in the house was fucking, sucking, or both. Cleveland and Marcus had outdone themselves. Determined to show the younger men-and the women-that they were still the greatest, they had fucked like maniacs, going from girl to girl and back again for more and more and more.
Now staring hungrily at his future daughter-in-law's naked cunt through the mirror, and her mother's delicious ass through her tight red micro-dress, he was caught in a triple trap. He was too tired, and his cock was too sore to fuck, but he was too horny from looking at the two sex-oozing beauties not to. And should the scales tip in the direction of his getting just one more nut before they had to assemble downstairs for the wedding ceremony, he couldn't for the life of him decide which of the two would do the honors.
The problem was solved for him by Beverly's bridesmaid, Liana, sticking her head in the door to announce, "Reverend Haskins and his wife are here, Mona, and he wants to speak to you and Marcus and Cleveland and Valerie downstairs in the den, as soon as you get a moment."
"Go ahead with Liana, Marc," Mona said, "and tell them that I'll be right down."
Marcus followed the young girl down the stairs, wondering about this swinging, hippy-type preacher that Cleveland had engaged to perform the ceremony. According to Cleve and Val, Bobby and Stella Haskins were open, honest, uninhibited swingers who didn't give a damn who knew how much they fucked, and just how much they loved it. Bobby was nondenominational, of course, and the church that he had founded catered to homosexuals, prostitutes, and fellow swingers.
"God is love" were Bobby and Stella's watchwords, and as far as they both were concerned, fucking was the highest, most glorious expression of love. When he entered the den, he found Cleveland and Valerie already there. It was obvious that the two couples were more than just passing acquaintances, because the tall, thin, blond-haired preacher was standing in front of Valerie, absently finger-fucking her under the raised hem of her micro-dress. Cleve and the equally tall and thin but mousy brown-haired Stella were standing in a tongue-dueling embrace, with Cleve's big hand down inside the waist band of her tight cut-off jeans.
The handsome, bearded, long-haired preacher wore horn-rimmed glasses, and what with hair down to the middle of his back, he looked slightly effeminate. When he turned to face Marcus, however, the fistlike bulge in the crotch of his jeans left no doubts about his gender. Stella, on the other hand, looked slightly masculine. Her hair was cut shorter than her husband's, her pretty face was devoid of any trace of makeup, and her eyebrows were thick, un-plucked. Her breasts were small, but the nipples poked straight out against the thin material of the tee-shirt she wore, accentuating her braless-ness. Her thighs were slender and widely spaced at the crotch, and the cut-offs etched her fat lipped cunt like an open invitation to look, to fondle, to enjoy.
"Marcus," Cleveland said, "meet Bobby and Stella Haskins-we've told you about them-Stella-Bob-this is my best friend, and fellow father of one of the brides, and one of the grooms, Marcus Bianchi."
There were warm greetings and handshakes exchanged among the three, during which Stella dropped her hand to Marc's still half-hard cock, and grinned her appreciation. Marcus returned the gesture by lifting his big hand flat up between her widely spaced thighs. Her cunt was as soft and hot as it looked through the material of her jeans.
Mona came in, and the Haskins greeted her with even more warmth and affection. Both of them kissed her with excessive tongue action, both of them ran their hands up under her dress from behind and from in front, feeling, fingering, fondling.
"First," Bobby said, after the tactile explorations and small talk were over, "we want to congratulate all four of you on this perfect blending of your families. As yet we haven't had the pleasure of meeting your offspring, but if they have inherited anything of your physical beauty, sexual openness, love, and joy, then you-and especially the young people themselves-are truly blessed."
"Our only problem is," Stella interfered smoothly, taking over the words from her husband, "your asking us by telephone to officiate at this ceremony was not enough to let us know the true nature of what is to take place here today. Since we have swung with Cleveland and Valerie, and since they knew that we are both bisexual, insatiable hedonists, we assumed that asking us to perform a wedding was tantamount to inviting us to an orgy."
"Yet," Bobby took over, as though their words sprang from the same mind, "we find Marcus and Cleveland dressed to the bone in tuxedoes, the brides are even now getting dressed, and we assume that everybody else is doing the same."
"We apologize for our informal dress, and our presumptuous ideas as to what was to take place here today," Stella took over, "and I still have time to hop in the car, dash home, and pick up more appropriate apparel, if you wish."
"That is most considerate of you both," Cleveland said "and I apologize for not giving you more information over the phone. Valerie and I were leaving the active swinging scene when you two came along, and as I remember, we've only had one such encounter. We heard a lot about you, though, and I am sure that you heard quite a bit about us.
"We know that you dually perform weddings for homosexuals marrying each other, one man marrying several brides, or one woman marrying several grooms. We knew that you had married at least one brother to his sister, a widowed mother to her son, and a father to two of his teenaged daughters, with the mother happily participating as matron of honor."
"When Cleveland and Valerie told us about that last wedding, we flipped," Marcus broke in excitedly, "we knew right then and there that you and Stella would have to do this wedding for us, or nobody. You see, Bobby, marriage-conventional marriage as we know it-breaks up families rather than bringing them closer together, and we weren't about to lose this terrific love and togetherness we've found since we got together."
"Let me finish-let me tell them what we have all decided," Mona spoke up. "In the first place, Bobby and Stella, the clothes you are wearing make no difference whatever. You won't find any of us ladies wearing bras or panties because we have burned them all, otherwise, we were all free to dress for the wedding-or not dress at all-as we saw fit.
"As for the ceremony that you are to perform, I'm sure that you will find it somewhat unique, even in light of your past experiences. We all belong to each other equally, freely, without conditions or restrictions of any kind. This wedding-at best-is merely symbolic of our love for each other, it has nothing whatever to do with giving anybody to anybody until death do them part. We don't give a damn about putting any sort of official, legal sanction on our loving and living together. So what we want you two to do is marry all of us."
"Oh, you mean you four want to be remarried to reinforce your happiness and approval of the marriage of your children," Bobby said "That's a splendid idea."
"No, you've got it all wrong," Valerie broke in, unable to contain herself, "we mean marry us all to each other. This may turn out to be the longest drawn-out wedding on record, but that's exactly what we want. After the kids are hitched, I am going to marry Steve, and Mona is going to marry Dick, then I'll marry Dick, and Mona will marry Steve. Both of our men will do the same by marrying both daughters and so on and so on."
"And so on and so on?" Bobby repeated with a laugh. "How much farther can it go?"
"All the way," Valerie replied. "When Mona said that we all belong to each other, she wasn't kidding. Nobody is to be left out-no possible combination-Mona and I will, marry, so will Marc and Cleve, and Dick and Steve-me and Gina, Cleve and Steve-need I go on?"
A loud knock at the door interrupted Bobby and Stella's laughing, clapping, hugging, and kissing approval of the arrangement.
"Yes-what is it?" Cleveland called out.
"It's 11:50," Moose's voice came back. "What are you people doing in there-fucking? Well, break it off, and give us all a chance to get it on, we're ready and waiting."
For the next five minutes there was a confusion of clapping, cheers, hugging, kissing, and laughter as everybody commented on and indicated their approval of the wedding costumes. Dick and Steve were both dressed in white, off-the-shoulder togas that ended at their knees, and bulged at the crotch from their massive erections.
Liana wore only a buckskinned loincloth that wasn't supposed even to completely cover her cunt-and didn't. Carla wore a frilly, white apron large enough to cover her loins, with a bow in the back, and nothing else. Except for knee-length leather boots and elbow-length soft leather gloves, Ellen wore nothing on her statuesque, Amazon body. The best men wore nothing but tee-shirts. On Tonto's was the legend: "The family that lays together-Stays together!" Across Moose's big, barrel chest was emblazoned: "Fuck ye one another!"
Unable to compete with the sexy get-up of the rest of them, Marcus, Cleveland, Bobby, and Stella simply stripped naked. Stella kept on her tee-shirt, Bobby didn't remove his glasses, and Cleve and Marc cracked everybody up by leaving their black bow ties around their necks.
The vows, spoken in unison by Bobby and Stella, and repeated by the marrying couples, had no relationship whatever to the traditional vows of a conventional wedding ceremony. They mentioned loving each other, caring for each other, fucking and being fucked, sucking and being sucked, sharing their sex freely with each other and with others outside their marriage as a matter of choice and desire. The vows abjured jealousy, possessiveness, and ownership.
Since there were four brides and four grooms, and each of them had to repeat their vows seven times as they were married again and again in every possible combination of two, the ceremony was a long one. Long before it was over, however, the fucking and sucking got underway.
To simplify matters, and release the marrying people as swiftly as possible to join the rapidly forming orgy, Bobby and Stella began marrying one person to everybody in both families, before going on to the next. By the time the last vow was repeated, everybody in the house was engaged in some sort of sex activity. Even Bobby was getting his cock sucked by the kneeling Carla, and Moose was standing behind Stella pounding cock into her ass.
Nobody had made any premeditated selections, they simply drifted together out of mutual availability and desire. Still, Steve ended up with Gina, Dick ended up with Beverly, Marcus ended up with Mona, and Cleveland ended up with Valerie. Snake, who had been fucking the lissome, lovely Liana for the past half hour, decided that he wanted to switch partners. He went from Steve to Dick to Cleveland to Marcus, asking them all to trade with him, but he could not get a taker.
