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MARTY MAKES MOM

Chapter 1

***This is a story dealing with consensual sex and incest between members
of two different families.  Be warned: A few elements of b/d and
bestiality appear in certain chapters.   It is directed at adults only and
is not being made available for those under 18 years of age.  All others,
enjoy. 

[ Sorry, but no e-mail of individual chapters is available.]***

[I did not write this story, but have enjoyed it for many years.]

**************************************************************************
****

	"I don't give a shit what the fuck you want, you little...!"
	Anita Sinclair was in the kitchen when the argument started and
she reached the living room in time to see Dan Jordan punch her husband in
the mouth.
	Knox sagged to one knee and she saw a sudden blot of blood at the
corner of his soft mouth.  He kneeled there, dazed, staring at the big man
towering over him.  So Anita went boiling in with her nails clawed,
meaning to scratch out the bastard's eyes.
	"What the fuck---" Jordan ducked aside and caught one of her
wrists, spinning her off to one side where she fell onto the couch.  Her
legs flashed and her robe fell open.
	Anita saw the gleam in his eyes as she bounced up, and tried to
kick him in the crotch.  Dan Jordan caught her foot in midair and jerked. 
She sat down hard on the floor, the robe flying high around her hips and
showing that she wore nothing underneath.
	"Knox---Knox, damn it!  Get up and hit him!"
	Her husband shook his head and he stammered, "I--I can't, Anita; I
just can't."
	Jordan laughed loudly.  "He's got shit in his neck, baby.  You got
more guts than your husband, so why don't you try me again?"
	Anita coiled her long, young legs beneath her then hurtled at him.
 He slapped the shit out of her, and she missed him.
	Anita's eyes blurred with angry tears; her flailing arms got
tangled in her robe and she fought to free them.  Hissing, she struck up
at the weight upon her, but the big man pinned her arms and shoved a
brutal knee between her thighs.  A shock raced through her, because the
knee was right up against her cunt.
	"No!" she choked.  "Damn it---no!  Knox, help me!"
	She caught a glimpse of him, not kneeling now, but seated on the
floor with his face turned their way and a glassy look in his eyes.  The
punch didn't have that much effect on him, and she threw all her strength
into the struggle.
	The bastard---the son of a bitch--he had her wrists locked in one
of his huge, callused hands and she couldn't break free.  He was so damned
powerful!
	His other hand was on her breast, kneading and mauling, not at all
gentle or supplicating--just a rough male hand flattening her tit and
pinching its nipple between strong, hairy fingers.
	Anita screamed--or tried to; he clamped his hard, stubbled mouth
over hers and clamped down so hard on her tits that the savage jolt of
pain turned the scream into a hiss of pain.  Jordan raked his teeth over
hers, and his thick, hot tongue pushed inexorable into her mouth.	
	Anita's mind reeled, and she fought for breath.  This couldn't be
happening to her, it just couldn't! Not with her husband of only three
months sitting there unresisting.  Why---why she could be raped right here
and now, while her husband just sat there and watched.
	She bit Jordan on the mouth and jerked away her lips.  He slid his
rough hand down her squirming body and put it between her thighs, put it
right on her pussy!  Anita flinched, arched her back and did her damnedest
to buck him off her taut body.  He just shut down on her pussy and that
hurt.  She fell back and jerked spasmodically as she worked one finger up
and down her labia, stroking the cuntlips quick and hard.
	She yelled," You son of a bitch!  Do you think I'll put up with
this--that you can rape me?"
	Jordan was quick for a big and muscled man.  He caught her jaws
and squeezed them, and pushed something into her mouth. As she snatched at
the handkerchief with suddenly freed hands, Jordan was off her body and
leaping up to jerk at the curtain cords.  They ripped away and when she
spit out the gag to scream, "Help--" he was on her again, one knee
knocking the wind out of her belly.  He stuffed the cloth back into her
mouth.
	Anita tried to keep her hands locked across her tummy, but he
battled them apart.  Jordan looped a cord around one wrist, then the
other.  Kicking and writhing, Anita struggled with him, but he was just
too damned strong.  He dragged her wrists high above her head and tied
them to something--the heavy chair, the divan--something that only bumped
when she tugged at it.
	He put his knee on one of her calves, and she cursed through her
gag at the strain of its pressure.  She felt the silken rope knotting
about her other ankle and could do nothing about it when he lashed that
leg to another piece of heavy furniture.
	Jordan lifted his knee from her cunt, it was only the work of a
few seconds to have her leg bound and tied into the same general position
as the other.  Now her legs were spread widely apart, and Anita knew that
her entire pussy was exposed to the hungry stares of this man who was
mauling her.
	Maybe he would be satisfied to tie her down and go away.  Probably
this way his way of stopping her from beating up on him.  Okay, she
thought; okay, damn it- -I won't call the cops, if Jordan would just get
the hell out of my house and let me and my cowardly husband alone.
	Tender Anita stared up at him and saw him squatting.  He was
sweating from the effort of beating her, of roping her up helplessly like
this.  He grinned.
	Jordan said, "You're a real pretty bitch---strong and well set up;
outdoors girl, it looks like.  And it also looks like you take sunbaths
all over."
	Tugging against her thongs, Anita tried to work the wadded gag out
of her mouth wit her tongue.  She rolled her head and glared at Knox where
he sat quiet and still on the floor.  No; not quite still, he was
breathing hard, almost panting.  She could see the rapid rise and fall of
his chest.
	"I'm real glad I came over here and had that little beef with your
husband," Jordan said.  "I've been watching you as long as you've been
here---that fine young body with high, firm tits; that sweet, tight ass
and the way you move it.  And now that I can look right down into your
pussy, I know you're a real blonde, too."
	Anita moaned against her gag, rolling her eyes at her husband.
	Jordan peeled off his T-shirt, and she saw the thickly haired
expanse of his chest.  "He ain't going to help you baby.  Take a good look
at your husband, and you'll see why.  I hit him in the mouth and he gets a
hard-on."
	Anita saw it was true.  There was a bulge in the front of Knox's
jeans and his face looked strained and tense.  He had worn that same
expression on their wedding night.  She whipped her eyes back to the hairy
man who had tied her down.
	Jordan dropped his pants.
	That cock.  That can't be his cock!  IT's too big to be real.
	Oh Lord, she thought wildly.  this brute is hung like a horse, his
long rod is so thick and heavy.  The head of his prick bulged out like a
grotesquely swollen knob, all ugly purple and bluntly pointed.  But so
huge!
	Anita hadn't even suspected that a man's prick could grow so
large.  And Jordan meant to try and force his immense cock into her, up
her little used and unstretched pussy!
	Knox!  Knox!  she screamed against the wadding that silenced her
voice.  Oh Knox, my husband---help me, help me!
	but of course, he didn't help her.  He had a hard-on, he was
excited over the prospect of seeing his own bride raped.
	Naked and furry, grinning and sweaty, Jordan moved over her, and
she threw all her strength against he bonds, but the things to which she
was tied only moved an inch or so.  Then his hands began to roam over her
breasts, to cup and mash and feel.  But somehow---somehow---she felt her
nipples rising, felt them going erect.
	


	His thumbs dug into her tits, and she arched in pain, only to have
him come down on her, cover her with the hated strangeness of his body. 
His mouth darted inside her ear and made her flesh shiver.  His hands were
everywhere---from tits to hips to her ass; over the cheeks of her
flinching ass to the soft inner surfaces of her thighs to her belly, then
her pussy.
	Anita quivered violently when his mouth slid down her shoulder and
over to the valley between her boobs.  She could not believe this was
happening to her, couldn't grasp the reality of something that should only
have been a bad dream.  She was being raped in her own home by a neighbor
while her bridegroom watched; it was impossible.
	But it was happening, Jordan's mouth was slipping over one of  her
vibrant nipples, sucking it, biting it.  She wiggled, trying somehow to
move her breast away from his mouth, but he only laughed and worried her
tits as a dog might shake a piece of meat.  Opening his teeth wide, he
drew in most her tits, pulled almost all the globe itself into the hot
cavern of his mouth.  His teeth ringed her sensitive mound, and Anita
groaned helplessly behind her gag.
	Spreadeagled, she was open for him, unable to do more than hump
and writhe when he bit his way down her belly and licked into her
navel.	
	"Yeah," he grunted, his voice thick with passion.  "I could sure
eat that sweet little box, and I'll bet that gutless wonder over there
hasn't even tried it yet.  But first I have to fuck you, baby.  First, I
have to get this big cock of mine into that golden snatch and shove it
clear up to your belly.  You never had a prick like mine, baby."
	Anita chewed her gag and sucked breath noisily through distended
nostrils.  She tried to stiffen her legs and lock her cuntlips into place.
	"Seventeen years old," he gloated.  "Married only three months to
a boy who doesn't know how to appreciate pussy like you got, baby.  I'd
say you were a cherry when you got married, and never had any real prick."
	His hands were between her thighs now, spreading them even further
.  Jordan's blunt fingers pushed and probed into the pubic hair along the
lips of her shuddering cunt.  One finger forced its way into her labia,
widened them and worked on past the inner folds of soft membrane.
	She wasn't as dry as she thought she might be; her traitorous body
was sending lubrication through the wall of her vagina.  The finger worked
around inside her cunt, stroked her clitoris, and the cheeks\ of her ass
snapped tight in immediate reflex.
	"You're real hot, baby," Jordan said thickly.  "I figured you'd be
a hot piece of ass.  Your pussy is boiling, you want a cock so bad. 
Junior there ain't been fucking you much, has he?"
	Anita didn't want to respond.  It was against all her principles
and contrary to all the things she'd been taught by strict parents, to
even know little hot waves of carnal desire.  She didn't love this hairy
brute, and never could, so why should she know such an urgent need?
	Anita was sexually mixed up.  She had always suspected that, even
since she married Knox.  She wanted more than he could give her.  Maybe
she was a pervert, a nymphomaniac.  but she didn't think she could be so
twisted that she would dig being fucked by a strange man, to enjoy being
raped while she was tied like a sacrificial offering.
	"Here, baby," Jordan said huskily.  "Feel the head of my cock
against your pretty cunt.  I'm looking right at those pussylips, and
they're soft as red velvet.  Here goes, baby--I'm shoving it inside your
snatch."
	Anita gasped and tried to spit out her gag.  She felt as if she
were choking.  That huge knob was forcing itself into her body; the head
of this man's cock was being shoved in where only her husband's prick had
ever penetrated.  It was wrong, wrong---and he could never get it in.  Too
big; it was far too big.  It couldn't fit; not unless it ripped her
cuntmouth and tore apart the tender linings of her vagina.  Surely, he
would feel the impossible tightness and stop trying.
	But he didn't stop.  He grunted and pushed and held his thumbs dug
into the satin of her thighs.  Slowly, painfully, her labia were stretched
and moved apart.  She could feel the terrible intrusion of his prick
hunching inch by degrading inch into her unwilling pussy.
	She was slick inside and hotly oiled with her juices.  That isn't
supposed to happen, she thought, when I hate someone.  She loathed the
feel of his inhumanly large organ.  Trembling, she lifted to meet the
thrusting that was threatening to turn her vulva into a center of agony.
	His cock slid inside!  That huge swollen  head somehow pushed into
her pussy and reached far, far up her vagina.  She could feel the
sponginess bump the top of her cunt.  She felt the packed, expanded
sensation of being filled thoroughly by a monstrous prick.  It was a wild,
unsettling feeling--disturbing, tremendous, and Anita wiggled upon it. 
She ground her pelvis ever so slightly upon the corded root of that
mammoth cock to see if it was really imbedded within her young cunt.  IT
was----oh, it was!
	"Yeah," Jordan said.  "Grind your pussy, baby.  You're so tight
and hot it don't seem like you've even been fucked before, almost like
you've even been fucked before, almost like you're a cherry.  Hey,
junior---hey there, boy!  Look her and see how I got my big prick shoved
all the way up your wife's tight little cunt.  Look here, kid--see how my
balls are right up into the crack of your wife's ass?  That means the head
of my cock is damned near to her tonsils.  And see how she's shaking it
for me.  She really likes my cock; hell--she loves this big prick!"
	Wildly, Anita stared at her husband.  He was looking, his eyes
blank and his lips hanging open.  He was holding h is own stiffly erect
prong and slowly stroking it.  Knox was getting his kicks from seeing her
fucked and from watching the other man's gigantic prick sliding in and out
of the pussy that had been only his.
	The fink son of a bitch! she thought.  Instead of trying to help
her, her so- called husband was jacking off  while another man was ramming
his prick into her pulsating cunt.  Okay, she thought insanely, okay,
Knox.  Damn you---you're going to really see!
	She rolled her ass in a frantic reception and hunched her pelvis
the best she could with her legs tied so far apart.  Her tits pushed
violently into the sweaty hair of Jordan's chest; the nipples stood hard
and tender.  Her belly slid against his and she rotated her mound so she
could feel every thick inch of his hammering, driving prick.
	Anita fucked him back.  She laid her pussy up to him in corkscrew
surgings to make Jordan grunt and plunge his massive rod longer and harder
into her feverish vagina.  It was wild and it was good; it was dirty and
terrific and so fucking maddening that Anita wanted to bite and claw.	
	Jerking against her bonds, all she could do was twist and moan. 
But she tried to make up for that lack with the fury of her pelvis and the
attach of her cunt.  She tried to clamp down her vagina muscles hard
enough to bite off the ramming head of his prick.  She heard the crazy
sloshing noises as that cock worked swiftly back and forth in the
juiciness she was creating as its sheath.
	Biting viciously into the wadded cloth between her teeth, Anita
came.  She hated herself for it as much as she loved the continuing
probing of Jordan's shaft.

****************************** [ End Chapt. 1 ] **************************
Yarddogx

MARTY MAKES MOM

Chapter 2

***This is a story dealing with consensual sex and incest between members
of two different families.  Be warned: A few elements of b/d and
bestiality appear in certain chapters.  In all, there is a total of 16
chapters which will be posted in sequence.   This story is directed at
adults only and is not being made available for those under 18 years of
age.  All others, enjoy. 

[ Sorry, but no e-mail of individual chapters is available.]***

[I did not write this story, but have enjoyed it for many years.]

**************************************************************************
****

	Dan Jordan had been gone four long, shivering minutes before Knox
came crawling to untie her.  Anita slowly came back to the world.  Her
blood still raced madly.
	She had come a heartbeat before Jordan.  that driving, hammering
prick of such huge size had forced an unwilling orgasm upon her.
	Anita's eyes flew open and she ceased luxuriating in the soft
warmth of a woman who had just been well fucked.  Her husband had watched
it all without even trying to help her.  Worse than that, he had jacked
off while Jordan was pounding cock to his wife of only three months.
	She rolled over and came to a kneeling position, acutely conscious
of the sweat drying upon her and of the tingle left in her pussy.  She had
never come so violently or so completely any of the times Knox had managed
to screw her.
	"Knox," she said, and saw that he had stripped while she was being
fucked.  And she could tell by glancing at the head of his prick that he
had also come.  Oddly, though, his slim cock was still hard and throbbing
a little.
	Quickly, humbly, he said, "I'm sorry, Anita.  I swear I am.  I
don't know what happened to me.  I mean, the guy hit me and I sort of went
weak all over.  And when you started to fight him, when he grabbed you and
tied you up--I---I just had to watch.  I couldn't do anything except to
hold my cock.  It gave me such a hard-on to see you wiggling and fighting,
to see another guy's cock start to slide into your beautiful cunt.  I
couldn't help myself, Anita."
	She climbed up, found that her knees were weak, and went to sit on
the couch.  Knox looked pitiful.  He'd been no protection to her, no help
when she needed it. She was his wife, and a husband was supposed to be
jealous, to guard his private and personal sexpot with all his strength.
	"You really liked what he did to me," she accused.
	His face fell and he looked away from her, lifting one knee to
hide the fact that he still had an erection.  Knox said, "So did you,
Anita.  When he got going good in your pussy, you moaned and hunched and
wiggle your ass. And you came, I know you did.  You always make that
gasping sound when you come."
	She lashed back at him.  "You, I came!  I couldn't help it, with
all that hard meat slamming in and out.  I didn't love him and I didn't
want that massive thing pushed into me, but when I saw you jacking off --
I just let go and came."
	He nodded but wouldn't look at her.  "So you enjoyed it, anyhow. 
Anita, I know that I haven't been all that good for you.  I try; I love
you, and I try, but I can't swing with you the way I want.  I never could,
with anybody.  But when Jordan hit me, instead of making me mad, it turned
me on, and when he started fucking you---well, it was like sex was
something all new to me."
	Anita stared at this young man she had married and never really
know.  He had come from a fairly wealthy family and was somehow spoiled;
that much she already knew, but she had no idea of his sexual hangups.  In
fact, she didn't know much about anybody's deviations---the subject had
been taboo in her home. She had been a virgin when she married Knox and
expected the magic to take place automatically.  There had been no
enchantment until now, just the hints of an awakening.
	Anita felt confused.  There was so much she didn't know, so much
information that had been locked away from her by her bluenose parents who
were uptight about anything that hinted of sex.  Maybe she was partly at
fault for Knox; maybe she could help him and be close to him if she know
more.
	She said, "Knox--you want me now, don't you?"
	He looked up, his eyes anxious.  "Oh yes, Anita.  It you can let
me.  I mean, after me allowing all that to happen.
	Her nipples had never gone completely soft.  Now they were
hardening again.  They rose stiffly as she thought of being screwed by a
second man within minutes of the first.
	Knox turned toward her and dropped his knee.  Now his hand was on
his cock again, fondling his balls, stroking the slim shaft and fingering
gently the slippery head.
	"I want to stick it in where he had his big prick, to feel his
come inside my wife's pussy," he said in a slow voice.  " And I want you
to tell me how it felt with him---how his long, thick cock filled your
cunt and how his fucking made  you shake your ass and hump your crotch at
him."
	Anita shuddered and pressed her thighs tightly shut as if that
would cut off all the sudden influx of oddness, as if that old protective
gesture would turn her back into a cherry.  But she didn't really want to
be a virgin again, uncertain and jittery and dreaming those hot, squirmy
dreams almost every night since she had reached puberty.
	Help him, she thought; be strong and give Knox the sexual help he
needs.  She laid forward on the couch and spread her legs so her husband
could see the swollen damp mound.  Some of Jordan's semen still gleamed on
her pubic hair.  Anita swallowed and closed her mind to all the
"Shall-nots" with which she had been programmed.
	"Beautiful," he breathed.  "Your cuntlips are all red and shiny
from his fucking, and I can see some drops of his come.  Oh baby--oh
Anita...."
	Anita steeled herself to be dominant, to act the aggressor.  She
put her hands on his shoulders and shoved him back and down on the carpet.
 "Lie back, Knox,   I'll do this."
	He collapsed at the slight pressure and lay back with his stiff
dick pointing straight up.  Not quite sure of how to go about it, but
figuring that it shouldn't be so difficult, Anita kneeled over the
prostrate and tensed body of her husband.  They had never done it like
this before.  It had always been Knox on top with her trying to hold back
so she wouldn't wave her long legs around too much and be thought of as
bitchy or something.
	She reached down and felt his cock.  It was harder than she could
remember and pulsed eagerly at her touch.  She let her fingers drift down
to the feathery- haired sac of his testicles and lifted them to trace the
veined shaft all the way to the flanged head.  It was sticky there, with
fluid seeping from the little mouth.  Anita was shaking, her thighs
trembling and her mound turning even wetter in anticipation.
	This time she was really going to enjoy fucking Knox.  This time
she would see if he could bring her as much wild excitement as the big,
hairy man who had just raped her.  She lowered herself, let her haunches
drop toward her heels and positioned her steamy cunt right over the blunt
end of her husband's prick.
	Guiding the glans into the vibrant lips of her pussy, she wiggled
her ass to settle it firmly.  She let down more weight so that his cock
slid right up into her cunt and slipped thrillingly over her clit.  Her
hairy crotch dame down to rest against his pelvis, to rub its hot
lubrication into his pubic hair.  She had every meaty inch of him buried
in her vagina.
	Knox's prick wasn't nearly as big as Jordan's.  It didn't have the
length, the heft or the thickness, and the head didn't reach up into her
cunt as far.  But it was hard.  Knox was stroking the cheeks of her ass
and feeling along her thighs.  Anita wiggled and felt his cock caress her
clitoris.
	"It's so hot inside," Knox gasped.  "so juicy.  Your cunt is all
slick with his come, baby---and it feels so good and so greasy.  I love it
when you ride me, Anita-- oh, baby; fuck me!  Make me do whatever you
want."
	She knew a heady sense of power because she was strong and  he was
submissive.  She could make him do anything she desired and the knowledge
thrilled her.  But she didn't really know what to do beyond what she was
already accomplishing.  Anita put her hands on his hips and ground her
pussy on  his cock.  She lifted her firm ass high so that his prick slid
out almost to the  head, then slipped her tight pussy back down over the
prong, feeling it drive into her clear to his balls.
	"T--tell me," he moaned, twisting and hunching up into her sheath.
 "Tell me how it was when Jordan fucked you---how his big prick felt,
squeezing into your cunt---how he made you come---how his semen felt,
squirting up inside you!  Tell me, Anita---oh, please."

	Biting her lips, she gyrated her snatch on his shaft.  Anita felt
the head of it slide around in her vagina, the cunt that the other man had
pumped full of jism.  Her husband dug that; he reveled in the fact that
his cock was slipping around where Jordan's had been, in the same
well-fucked pussy.
	Anita said, grunting out the words: "He--at first I hated it,
detested the very idea of a strange thing--a different prick--being stuck
in me.  I'm your wife, Knox, and he was---oh, Knox---his cock is so
gigantic, so thick.  I didn't believe I could take it; I thought it would
split me open."
	He stroked up into her, seesawed his dick into her blazing cunt
and held tightly to her ass.  "Your pussy stretched.  I saw the lips
stretch and the big, shiny head crowd inside."
	She fucked him back, rotating her ass and meeting his thrusts,
making the rhythm by the rising and falling of her snatch.  She said
through clenched teeth,  "Oooh!  When he stuck it all the way home, I
almost went crazy .  His prick stuffed me full, packed me with all that
meat, and every little hump he made stroked my clit.  I never knew a man's
cock could be that big.  And---oh, Knox---he had me tied so I couldn't get
away and there was no use resisting him.  And--and, he was fucking me so
deep, so powerfully, ramming his heavy prick up my pussy so hard--- I
couldn't hold back.  It was wonderful, Knox, just wonderful!"
	Knox clutched the cheeks of her ass and arched his back so that he
could burrow  his cock deeper into her flexing vagina.  Panting, gasping,
her husband said:  "You loved it.  You moaned and fucked him back."
	"You---oh, yes!!"  I fucked him back as best I could with my arms
and legs tied.  I wanted to wrap my legs around his back and pound my
heels into his ass.  I wanted to claw his hairy back and bit his sweaty
chest while he hammered that long cock up my cunt!"
	"You loved his prick, loved it!"
	Anita slid her hands up his belly, up and across his chest,
rubbing her palms into the little stiff nipples there.  Then she lowered
the upper part of her body so that she could slam her mouth onto her
husband's.  Raking her teeth across his, Anita snarled, "Yes, you bastard,
I loved his prick!  It felt terrific in my pussy, showed me how wonderful
a prick can be--and when he came--when he shot off inside my cunt, it was
like a boiling fountain, like a big, sticky explosion of semen.  He
flooded me with his come, all hot and slippery, all juicy and greasy. 
can't you feel some of it still in there, my sweet husband?  Don't you
feel the other man's come all creamy on you cock?"
	He husband dug in his fingers, groaned into her mouth and cried
out madly: "Uhhh!  Yes, yes!  I feel it all, and ---oh, Anita, Anita!  I'm
coming, coming, coming!"
	Somehow, he had sucked her tongue from her mouth and down into
his, where he pulled on it as if he wanted to eat it, swallow it.  His
cock jerked widely up into her clenching pussy, then let go the biggest
load he had ever spurted into her.  She felt the sizzling liquid splatter
the top of her cunt. 
	Twisting, riding hard upon his dripping cock, Anita brought
herself to her own orgasm.  It was a blinding, swiveling climax that
spread from her clitoris to every inch of her vagina and beyond, to each
nerve end of her hotly rippling body.
	Jordan was a brute, a savage; yet he said he had been eyeing her
for a long time.  He had watched the way she walked, the jiggle of her
tits and the swing of her ass.  He had known that she wasn't really
satisfied with the sensual side of her marriage and sensed somehow that
Knox was mixed up.
	He had a monstrous cock; he was primitively  hairy and very
strong.  If he had a sexual appetite to match his prick, he would be back
for more of her pussy.  He had said something about eating her cunt, that
he wanted to taste it!  Was that real?  Did a man do something that far
out to a woman?  Anita wished to heel she knew more about perversion and
deviation.
	But Jordan was married, tool Not only married, but the father of
three children.  One of his sons was older than Anita.  Mrs. Jordan was a
quiet, nice woman who kept to herself and sort of faded into the scenery. 
She might even be pretty, if she would take better care of herself.
	How would she react if she knew that her husband went around
trying up and fucking neighborhood women?  What would she do about it when
she found out?  That could be messy and sticky.  Anita didn't want that
kind of hassle.  Maybe, if she went to see the woman and hinted at
unwelcome attentions from Dan Jordan, things would straighten themselves
out.  Anita sat up, touched her breasts, and looked down at the collapsed
form of her husband.
	She didn't want Jordan to stay away and neither did Knox.  Her
husband would need the stimulation of observing another man's prick diving
into her cunt, and who was better than Jordan?
	She collapsed upon her husband's heaving chest, and he let her
tongue slide back out of  his mouth.  Breathing heavily, blonde Anita
flattened her tits against his sweaty flesh and let her mind drift.  It
was nice to be arm like this, to have a man's prick melting slowly and
lovingly inside her pussy.  It was nice to be fucked twice the same
afternoon and wonderful o have screwed in a different position.
	And she had initiated the change; she had been the boss.  Knox had
gladly gone along with the switch, had happily let himself be dominated. 
She realized it would be that way with him most of the time.  Her husband
was just a little sexually mixed up, and needed her help and her strength
to make it.
	That was okay, she thought, and squirmed a little to get some of
the last tickles of his softening cock.  It would be fun learning
something new and then teaching it to Knox, even making him do it.  But
what about Dan Jordan, the man next door, the brute who had stabbed his
massive cock up her cunt?  
	Would he be scared to come back, frightened that Anita was going
to call the police and report the rape?  He might think that Knox would
talk her out of it, that her husband would be ashamed to admit he'd
witnessed the forced screwing of his wife and done nothing to prevent it. 
And if Jordan was thinking that, he was probably right, Anita admitted. 
Knox wasn't going to push anything on anyone.
	Anita slid gently off her husband's shriveled prick, feeling the
jelly of his come along her belly, mixed with her own lubricant juices.
	
	Anita rolled over and stretched out on the soft carpeting beside
her now sleeping husband.  Poor Knox; all the juice had been drained from
him, first by his masturbation, then by the tremendous ejaculation he'd
let go into her vagina.  She'd never seen or felt him so excited before. 
It aroused her to imagine what his reaction would be if he could actually
feel her and kiss her at the very moment that Jordan was sliding his great
cock into her cunt.
	She knew that was strange thinking.  Only in her schoolgirl dreams
had she thought of sex and men, and to imagine two men making physical
love to her--that was weird and probably deviant.  could she so easily
become a pervert, simply be screwing another man?
	Anita gently ran her hands over her titties, sliding the soft
palms over  her mounds.  She liked the response she brought, the quick and
solid lifting of her nipples.  She enjoyed feeling the texture of her
high, full breasts.  Swimming, horseback riding, hiking and softball in
school had taken good care of her body.  It had all helped give her this
muscled but rounded flesh, these long legs and good boobs, this
unwrinkled, unflabby ass.  She had always liked her body, but now that two
men were provoked by it, she felt some beautiful enchantress out of
history.
	Tomorrow, she thought sleepily, she'd drop over to visit Mrs.
Jordan, to chat with her kids and try to get a better grasp of the
situation.  And if Jordan happened to be hanging around she would find a
way to let him know he would be welcome for another session.  She hoped he
would not want to tie her up each time he screwed her.  It hadn't been
had, thought; being tied had taken away any guilt she might have felt. 
She would have to see how it was fucking the big man free and easy.

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Yarddogx

MARTY MAKES MOM

Chapter 3

***This is a story dealing with consensual sex and incest between members
of two different families.  Be warned: A few elements of b/d and
bestiality appear in certain chapters.  In all, there is a total of 16
chapters which will be posted in sequence.   This story is directed at
adults only and is not being made available for those under 18 years of
age.  All others, enjoy. 

[ Sorry, but no e-mail of individual chapters is available.]***

[I did not write this story, but have enjoyed it for many years.]

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	Anita hadn't meant to eavesdrop and she certainly didn't plan on
peeping at them.  She was only carrying out her vague plan of the evening
before to see the Jordans at home and to possibly flirt a little with Dan
so he would know she wasn't really mad at him.
	But when she came around the back way, crossing from her yard
through the hedges that marked the boundary of the Jordan back yard, and
ducked beneath the trellises heavy with red roses, Anita found herself at
the barbecue pit.  She couldn't turn and run, and if she stood upright,
they'd see her and embarrass her even more.  So she sank down and made
herself as small as she could.  Anita crouched and watched the scene
behind the toolshed.
	The two youngest Jordan children were stark naked.  The girl
Nanette, only fourteen and just beginning to develop, was on hands and
knees with her bare ass pointed upward.  Her brother Sam, at least a year
younger, was smiling down at his nude sister and holding the leash on the
big German shepherd that was their pet.  Anita's eyes widened as Sam let
the dog edge closer, choking him back so he could only take a step at a
time.
	The dog was humping and bending his backbone.  When Anita looked
beneath his shaggy belly, she made out the gleaming red of the shepherd's
long and bumpy penis.  Surely, these two kids didn't mean---the couldn't
intend for that animal to....
	But they did!  Sam gave his dog enough leash so that the beast
could snuffle into the crack of the girl's young and slender ass.  The
dog's red tongue licked out.  It lapped noisily into the faintly haired
crevice and Nanette wiggle in response.
	Sam said softly,  "That's the way Jimbo--lick her ass, wet her
pussy real good so she'll be ready for you, and can take your long, hard
cock."
	Nanette's long, black hair hung down and Anita could see the
firmness of her small and not yet mature tits.  Nanette moaned lightly and
her brother laughed.  His cock was hard as the dog's, but not as long. 
Anita saw it throbbing and stubby over the distended sac of his balls as
the boy kneeled to urge on his pet.  The big dog didn't really need
urging, though.  He was lapping and snuffling happily into Nanette's
uptilted crotch and his bright red cock seemed to grow another inch.
	Anita thought dazed that this would be all, and that in some
twisted manner the kids were just playing around.  They might break all
the taboos and fuck out her in the sunshine, right in their own back yard.
 They were hidden from the house and their parents by the bulk of the
toolshed.  But the dog?
	But the shaggy dog was part of it all, she realized with horror. 
Sam let got the leash and the shepherd immediately swung up to wrap his
hairy paws around the trim waist of the girl.  He stood high upon his hind
legs with that long, glistening cock stabbing and poking.
	She heard Nanette gasp, "Sam, Sam, damn it!  Hep him get his cock
in!"
	"Okay," Sam answered, "but don't let him screw you down this time.
 My prick is hard as his." He reached over and took the slippery, jabbing
penis and steered the long pint of it up into the moist lips of his
sister's thinly haired pussy.
	The dog grunted deep in its chest and humped his ass.  The red
cock slid out of sight, and was buried with one long thrust.  It slammed
home in Nanette's young cunt, all the way to the hairy balls swollen with
semen.
	"Fuck her good, Jimbo," Sam grinned.  "Make her all juicy for me
to screw her silly for shaking her ass at me all morning when she knew I
couldn't do anything about it.  Fuck her, Jimbo---make her shake all
over."
	Jimbo's cock slipped in and out as he made rapid strokes, humping
and humping.  He fed his animal cock into the girl's sweet pussy as if he
could never get enough of it, as if he meant to fuck her for the rest of
their lives.  Anita wondered if a dog and a girl could hang up, if Sam
would have to throw cold water on Jimbo and his sister to get them apart.
	How did that happen, anyway?  Didn't the head of the dog's cock
swell to many times its size and turn all hard right after he came?  Dog
come, Anita thought, would be so different from human semen, maybe hotter,
possibly reaching farther up, because of the long, pointed head on the
prick.  Was Jimbo's cock harder than Knox's slim dick, harder than Dan
Jordan's king-sized rod?
	Nanette moaned.  "Oh Sammy---he's cramming it all the way up.  I
can feel it against my womb.  So hard---oooh--so  hard!"
	"Yeah," Sam smiled, kneeling there with one hand on his sister's
ass and the other cupped around the dog's swinging balls.  "Yeah, he's
really socking it to you, Sis."
	"I'm coming," she panted, and ground her sleek ass in savage arcs.
 The young girl clawed the ground and groaned through locked teeth. 
"Oh--oh wow---I'm coming so damned strong, so heavy!"
	The dog panted with her, hunching so fast that the crimson of his
shaft was only a blur.  Jimbo fed it hot and swiftly into her pulsing
cunt, cramming and plowing .  Sam said, "Go on, Jimbo--blow you nuts into
her!"
	Anita shrank back and felt the hard aching of her nipples as they
pushed blindly against the confining cups of her bra.  She realized that
her mound was damp, too.  Seepage from it was wetting the crotch of her
panties.  She clenched one fist and dug the clawed fingers of one hand
into the muscles of her thigh, but the burning in her pussy wouldn't stop.
	The shepherd snorted and he threw back his head with tongue
lolling.  He was letting it go inside the girl's blazing cunt, Anita knew;
the dog was shooting his hot semen up into Nanette's flexing pussy.  How
did it feel?  How did it feel?
	"Sam, he's blasting off in me. Ahhh,  you hairy fucker!  Oh yes,
baby Jimbo, you stiffed cocked darling!"
	Her brother said, "Shhh!  Mom's still home and you'd better keep
it down.  I'll pull him off you and tie him up as soon as he's tops
coming.  If I don't, he'll try to keep right on fucking you."
	Anita watched with glazed eyes as the boy began to drag the big
dog off his sister.  The shiny penis came slowly from the tight griping of
Nanette's pussy.  The cock was glistening red and dripping wetly.  Anita
quaked to think of how that dog cock would feel buried deeply into her
vagina.
	Sam backed the shepherd off, and took him around the toolshed,
where he tied him up and warned, "be quiet now!  You start that damned
whining, and I'll whip you ass, beside cutting you off from any more pussy
for a long time."
	Nanette rolled over, laying now upon her back with her arms spread
wide and her slim thighs spread apart.  Anita saw the girl had a beautiful
little pussy.  It was daintily shaped, and the labia peeped pinkly through
a dusting of pubic hair that was midnight black.  He small tits were
nicely formed and her nipples were dark and erect.  There was a satisfied
smile upon her lips.  Nanette Jordan seemed as content as any freshly
fucked woman would be.
	But she wasn't a woman, Anita thought.  This was only a girl.  Yet
here she was, fucking an animal and showing her inflamed cunt to her
younger brother who now crouched over her.  Sam said, "Screwing that dog
really turns you on, doesn't it, Sis?"
	"Oh yes," she murmured.  "Now I can fuck all day.  Put it in me,
Sam.  Make me come again, real quick."
	The boy cupped one hand over his sister's cunt, squeezed the
delicate snatch and lowered his head to her budding tits.  His tongue
licked out, fondled a nipple, and the girl caught his head with both hands
to push his mouth more violently upon her breasts.  Sam's mouth opened to
take in all the pretty little mound and his finger worked up into the
steamy slot where the dog's cock had been so busy."
	"Ummm," Nanette breathed.  "You do that just fine, Sammy.  Am I
all sloppy in there from Jimbo's come?"
	He lifted his mouth from her tit.  "Just right, all slickly and
hot.  Just right for my prick, Sis."
	"Give it to me, then," Nanette gasped.  "We can't stay out here
all day."
	Obediently, Sam climbed between his sister's lifted legs and used
one hand to point the blunt head of his short but fairly thick cock into
the humid slit of her mound.
	Anita stared in fascination, for this was the first time she had
ever seen a boy screw a girl.  It was doing something to her, even more
than watching the dog fuck Nanette.
	Sam's prick pushed at the entrance and the flared head of it
worked inside, followed quickly by the veined and swollen shaft.  He
shoved hard and Anita saw his balls swing into the crack of his sister's
slender ass.  Sam  had his cock sunk in Nanette's pussy and by the way
they wiggled together, Anita could tell it wasn't the first time.
	"Ahhh, my horny little brother," Nanette murmured.  "Lay that
prick to me deep and hard, baby.  Fuck me better than Jimbo does."
	"You're hot," he answered, "all slippery from his come.  Oh, Sis,
your cunt is so tight---and the way you work your ass---wow!  Oh wow!"
	They fell silent, screwing each other with an intenseness that
made Anita's heart race crazily.  The boy's prick thrust in and out, up
and down, while Nanette swung her ass and made hungry, eager gyrations
with her belly and her crotch.  She wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and
thrust her tongue deeply into his panting mouth; she hiked her ass and
raised her legs to wrap them around the small of her brother's back while
he was surging into her cunt.
	There, Anita thought; like that--she'd always wanted to coil her
own long legs around a man's back, to pull im deep and hard into the
recesses of her boiling flesh, to hold him and squeeze him in her legs and
fuck him, fuck him!"
	The naked, stroking pair rolled over without missing a stroke or
breaking the rhythm of their screwing.  Then they rolled back with Sam on
top.  Now Nanette went back until only her shoulder blades were touching
the ground.  Moaning and hissing, shaking her ass and pounding her pelvis
into her brother's, the girl practically lifted him off his knees and his
prick kept sledging into her uplifted cunt.
	A noise broke from the girl's lips, a wordless, formless cry of
completion and Anita saw the maddened clenching of her thighs.  Nanette
was reaching a convulsive orgasm and the bright hot tendrils of rapture
were firing everywhere in her young body.  She was coming and coming, hot
and passionate, hot and sexy--- coming!
	And the boy riding her, the brother feeding  his stubby, meaty
prick into his sister's glossy snatch---he stiffened his legs and raked
his nails into the cheeks of Nanette's sleek young ass.  His balls jerked
suddenly upward, compressed and fell back.  Anita realized that the boy
was also reaching his climax.  He was at this very moment sending a heady
geyser of steaming come into the girl's receptive cunt.  His strong young
stuff way spraying far back into his sister's vagina, flooding the walls
of it, raining back to slosh around the root of his cock.
	Sighing and somehow tied into them both but yearning for the
connection to be real and lasting, Anita discovered that her had was
clamped between her thighs where it squeezed hard upon her jeans.  She
couldn't get her head together.  She couldn't grab and hold still all the
thoughts that were zipping through her mind.  There was so much she had
witnessed, so very much she had seen and therefore had to believe.  These
things had never entered her mind when she was a guarded and secluded girl
held prisoner by her overzealous family.
	A dog screwing a girl who took his long, slicky penis so
willingly?"
	And the brother who helped the big, shaggy dog get his cock in,
who hurried the beast away so he could fuck happily in the same lubricated
and appealing cleft?  What of the brother who screwed his sister in
incest?

	'These things really happened and Anita could find no way of
denying the evidence of her own eyes.  Neither could she completely forget
the emotions that were raging throughout  her own disturbed body.  Instead
of being repelled and disgusted by what she had seen, she had been drawn
into the sensuality of the scene and excited almost beyond hope.  And that
was crazy, too.
	Anita was mixed up and turned around by what had happened to her
the day before.  She was so involved in the sexual problems of her husband
that she was getting confused.  so much, all at once.  It made her dizzy
and she steadied herself against the barbecue pit chimney that shielded
her from the boy and girl still wrapped in each other's arms.
	Anita had to get our of there, before Sam and Nanette came to
their senses, before they untangled and looked around and found her
staring at them.  That would shake her up even more than the dog had.
	Slowly and carefully, she backed away from the barbecue, trying to
keep its blunt spire between her and the kids.  It was with great relief
that she reached the rose trellis.  The scent of the heavy blooms was
thick about her head and she found it difficult to breathe.  She was
wobbling when she made it to the hedge and through to her own quiet back
yard.  Here Anita sank to the grass and trembled awhile.
	Knox had gone over to his parents' home today to pay one of the
visits that were demanded of him and whereby he eared the generous
allowance paid him each month.  They gave im this house as a wedding
present, although Anita felt their strong disapproval of her for running
away to Reno and Marrying their only son.  But it was no more than the
cold stoniness put forth by her own parents when she told them about her
marriage and moved out.  Was that why she had married Knox Sinclair---to
get away from home?
	Not totally, she thought, pushing herself away from the stark and
vivid memory of the things she had just seen.  She had also cared for
Knox, thought him handsome and cut in a quiet way.  She hadn't known then
about his weakness, about the submissive streak in him.  Maybe she would
have married him, anyhow.
	Her legs were sturdier now, so Anita got up from the grass and
went into the house.  She stopped in the kitchen , and found the bottle of
wine she served with Italian food.  It seemed a good idea to take a big
drink and an even better idea to take another one.  Unaccustomed to
alcohol, she felt a warm glow in her tummy right away and added to it by
still another long swallow of the wine.
	She had brought the bottle with her into the living room and set
it upon a table before she noticed that she wasn't alone.  Anita blinked
in the dimness of the house after the  bright sunlight outside, then
focused upon the man.  She had somehow known he would show up.
	"Hi," he said.
	Dan Jordan said, "Been waiting for you, baby.  Where's your
husband?"
	"Out," she said brightly.  I don't suppose you'd care to wait for
him"  I mean, watching me get screwed means so much to Knox, it really
turns him on.  And I thought maybe the three of us could kind of swing
together."
	Jordan laughed deep in his chest.  "Sure, baby I thought you'd go
crazy over a real man's prick once you felt it.  And if the kid likes to
see me fuck you, that's okay with me.  But no waiting around---I got
plenty of prick for now and plenty for later."

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Yarddogx