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Archive name: sister.txt (MMF-teens, bi, inc, reluc)
Authors name: Ron Taylor (pornswine@yahoo.com)
Story title : Seductive Little Sister 

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Seductive Little Sister (MMF-teens, bi, inc, reluc)
by Ron Taylor (pornswine@yahoo.com)

***

Schoolgirl tries sex with her older brother's best 
friend, then broadens her horizons within the family 
unit. 

***

CHAPTER 1

Michelle Webster came out of the shower wiping her 
hair. The end of the towel hung in her face. Still 
rubbing, she reached for the other towel, the one she'd 
laid out to dry her body with. Her hand touched it, 
and she jumped in astonishment. She wasn't near enough 
the towel rack, and she knew it.

"Oh, my _God_!!!" she shrieked, dropping the towel from 
her head. She tried to cover herself with her hands, 
but she knew she was far too late. "Get outta here!" 
she snapped angrily, her face scarlet.

"I was just handing you the towel," Kyle Porter said, 
leaning against the sink cabinet, the towel draped over 
his arm. "Not bad, Mitch! But when did you grow up?"

Kyle was her brother's best friend. What the hell was 
he even doing in the house, anyway? Jerry wasn't here, 
and there had been no one to let Kyle in. This was 
pretty damn close to breaking and entering, wasn't it? 
Her daddy was a lawyer and she was up on legal 
terminology.

Michelle grabbed the towel and wrapped it around 
herself. She glowered, her face flushed with rage and 
embarrassment. "If you don't get outta here this very 
minute ... "

"What will you do?" Kyle asked lazily, grinning. 
"C'mon, Mitch, don't shit a brick. So I just took a 
peek at you without your clothes on. Hey, if some of 
the guys at school could do that, you wouldn't be 
sitting around all the time with no dates! You look a 
lot better without the glasses. And you'd look even 
better without this."

He reached for the end of the towel and gave it a yank. 
It came away, and Michelle stood stark-naked, dripping 
wet.

She shrieked and again tried to cover herself with her 
hands. "You motherfucker!!!" she yelled.

Kyle laughed out loud. "Shit, I bet you don't even 
know what motherfucker means! What are you now, 
thirteen? Fourteen, huh? Looks good on you, but, you 
sure got a dirty mouth for such a young girl. Come 
here, I think I'm gonna wash it out with soap." He 
beckoned to her with his finger, grinning.

"I'll tell Jerry on you," Michelle threatened, backing 
away. But she could only go so far. Her bare ass 
thumped the shower door and she realized she was 
cornered. She pressed down the arm that covered her 
tits, tightened the hold of her other hand on her 
crotch. She felt even tinier than her five-feet 
nothing, and totally defenseless.

"You gonna tell him I did this?" Kyle asked, pulling 
Michelle's hand loose from over her tits. "Cute 
cupcakes, baby," he added, taking them in his hands.

The girl gasped and struggled, but all it did was push 
her titties into his fists. "Firm and round. Mmmm, 
that's what tits oughta be, Mitch! And the nipples are 
hard as little pink nailheads." His palms rotated as 
they caressed her bare breasts. She squirmed some more 
but Jesus, it felt so strange and -- good!

He leaned down and she knew he was going to kiss her. 
She closed her eyes, anticipating, and his mouth 
pressed firmly against her own. Her eyes snapped open, 
and she saw that he was staring into them. His hands 
got tighter on her tits, and she gasped into his mouth. 

"I'm gonna tell," she repeated, straining. "I really 
am."

"Sure you are," Kyle replied, grinding his crotch 
against her tiny shivering body. "And I bet you're 
gonna have a lot to tell about, too, Mitch." There was 
something huge and hard inside his jeans, and she could 
feel it throbbing, even through the denim that 
separated his bare flesh from hers.

"I been watching you for a while," the boy added, still 
squeezing her tits. The nipples were so hard they 
hurt. Not even when she played with herself in very 
private moments of satisfaction had Michelle been quite 
so aggressive to her titties. "And I've been liking 
what I saw, the last few months especially."

His palms pressed down upon the stiffened nipples, as 
if they meant to shove them back down into the soft 
titpads from which they had erected. She sucked in 
her breath, and she managed to slurp his tongue into 
her mouth at the same time. He moved it in and out of 
her, as if he was testing her dental work lingually. 
She felt woozy and excited, the same way she got when 
she strummed her clit till her body erupted in a sexual 
frenzy.

She strained and struggled, but her resistance was 
growing weaker. No one had ever touched Michelle like 
this before, except herself, and she found it 
tremendously exciting. She felt even more naked than 
she really was, but it was a thrilling sensation, that 
made her entire body tremble and quiver with 
expectation.

She put her hands on his shoulders and she urged her 
mouth upward, onto his. He responded by grinding his 
crotch against her, and again she could feel the 
throbbing sensuality of his erect cock. Oh, she knew 
what a cock was! She had just never dreamed she'd ever 
be this close to one!

His hands were on her butt now, squeezing and 
manipulating the cheeks in an almost possessive manner. 
She squirmed, and she was breathing hard, into his 
mouth. He had her pinned against the shower door, and 
he made his crotch bump into her belly again and again, 
prodding her with the swollen meat inside his pants.

"Go on, Mitch," he told her, taking one of her hands 
and moving it down to his crotch. "Give it a feel. I 
bet you've never even touched one before ... "

Okay, it was true! She'd never touched a cock. Sure, 
she'd thought about it. What girl didn't? But this 
was the first time she'd ever been so near to a 
swollen, rigid dick. Kyle pressed her hand down, 
_making_ her feel him up, and she shivered, squirmed, 
but her fingers were glued to the bulge inside Kyle's 
pants.

"Take it out," he invited, making her unzip him, making 
her reach inside. She closed her eyes, blushing 
furiously, but her fingers were inside his shorts now 
and they were rippling up and down the barrel of his 
erect cock.

She folded her fingers around his shaft, feeling the 
energetic pulsation that moved through the length of 
Kyle's meat. He felt enormous, and he seemed to get a 
little bigger, and a little bigger still, each time her 
hand clenched spasmodically around him.

"This is dirty," she whispered, but she was already 
struggling to get his peter out of his pants and into 
the open, where she could see it.

Michelle couldn't restrain a gasp at her first sight of 
a stiff cock, sticking out the unzipped fly of Kyle's 
pants, its swollen red knob pointing at her like an 
accusing finger. Her small hand was wrapped tightly 
around his prick, but she knew she was by no means in 
control of this pulsating monster. She said, "Oh, 
Jesus ... " and she said it reverently.

Kyle leaned her back and started kissing her again. 
She'd never really been kissed before. Sure, a couple 
of sloppy wet fumbles at a birthday party here and 
there, but only with boys her own age who were testing 
their own wings while they tested hers.

No braces, now, to scratch her lips, no slobbery drool 
flowing like slime around her mouth. Kyle's hands 
caressed her body while he decorated her lips and 
tongue with his kisses. His cock got bigger and bigger 
inside her hands, and Michelle's wet body seemed to be 
giving off steam as the older boy continued to arouse 
her.

He moved down, nibbling her tit points, pulling the 
taut intense nipples even longer. His tongue washed 
them round and round, and she moaned, shoving her boobs 
into his mouth. Her hand was still full of his hard 
cock. She didn't think she wanted to let go. Not now, 
maybe not ever.

But she had to let go, as his body skinned downward and 
his cock tugged free of her hand. She didn't mind so 
much, not when Kyle knelt and started to lick her belly 
button.

It made her giggle, but his lips were on a downward 
spiral, and as they moved into the upper edge of her 
damp triangle of pussy hair, she stopped giggling. 
This was serious shit! Her brother's best friend was 
about to eat Michelle's cunt!

She opened her legs willingly, reaching down to spread 
her pussy lips for him. His tongue walked up and down 
the crack of her gash, licking in and out between the 
tingly labes. She squirmed wildly, saying, "Oh, yes, 
Kyle, eat my cunt, eat it eat it eat itttt ... "

He found her hard hot clit, and he whipped it with his 
frisky tongue. Jolts of throbbing arousal shot through 
Michelle. Kyle's mouth closed around the erected 
button, sucking it, moistening it with his spit, his 
tongue wiggling provocatively against the very tip of 
the clitoris while his hands cupped her slender little 
ass in an absolutely possessive manner.

Then he made her turn around, and he shoved his face up 
into her crack from the rear while she leaned forward, 
holding onto her knees. It was even more intense from 
this angle, and her cunt drooled its cream onto his 
exploring lips and tongue. She could not even pretend 
that she was outraged or unwilling now.

She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face 
was flushed, and she had to admit that she looked 
rather pretty, with sexual excitement bubbling from 
every pore of her skin. Her blonde hair was wet, 
hanging in damp strings, but it gave her the look of 
Venus, just risen from the sea. Or so it seemed to 
Michelle.

Oh, God, she thought, wait till the girls at school 
hear about this! She was being eaten by a college guy!

He'd learned his lessons well, she had to admit. His 
tongue tickled a bubbly little orgasm out of Michelle's 
pussy that was like nothing she'd ever given herself 
with her fingers. While she was still whimpering from 
the pleasure, he moved his lips upward and pressed 
them against the mouth of her asshole, planting a hot 
wet kiss upon Michelle's embarrassed little hiney.

"Oh, you're so dirty!!!" she giggled, but Jesus, did it 
ever feel good! The phrase "Kiss my ass" had suddenly 
taken on a delicious new meaning. His tongue wiggled 
in and out of her puckered shitter, and she gasped and 
moaned and gave a husky little whine of delight.

As he tongued her anus, his fingers were busy on her 
pussy crack. She gasped again, feeling his finger 
penetrate her virginal hole. He didn't go deep, 
respecting the maiden tightness he felt once he'd 
entered her tunnel, but just the tip of his finger 
inside her cunt was enough to send Michelle into still 
another orgasmic rush.

His tongue pushed deeper into her butt, while his 
finger screwed in and out of Michelle's pussy mouth. 
She could feel the wetness oozing from her crack, 
trickling down his finger, and she knew he could feel 
it too. He worked it in a little deeper, his tongue 
washing the already-scrubbed pucker of her asshole.

He stood then, while she was still trembling and 
shivering from the arousal to which he'd brought her. 
Kyle turned Michelle around and put his hands on her 
shoulders. She lifted her face to his kiss, and she 
tasted her pussy fluids all over his lips.

She'd licked them from her fingers before, out of 
curiosity, but they'd never made her tongue tingle the 
way they did now, tasting them on Kyle's mouth. Her 
lips ovaled, and so did his. Their tongues dueled back 
and forth. His hands moved down her back and squeezed 
the tingly buttocks, grinding her body against his.

His hands moved back to her shoulders, and she felt him 
pushing her downward. His cock was still jutting from 
his unzipped jeans, looking bigger than ever, and she 
knew what he wanted her to do. She just wasn't sure if 
she could do it. "Uh, Kyle," she murmured, "I really 
don't know ... "

But by then she was on her knees, and his dick was 
sticking in her face, the big red knob of it leaking a 
tearlike droplet of pre-cum. She didn't know what to 
do. She'd heard other girls talk about sucking cock, 
but she had no idea how one went about doing it.

Kyle didn't wait for excuses. He rubbed his tool all 
over her face, warming her with his prick heat. She 
turned her face with a growing eagerness, letting the 
hot velvety knob slide across her skin. It brushed 
lightly over her lips, and she tasted his pre-cum, his 
cockflesh.

Her mouth began to water, and she took his prick in her 
hands, leaning in to plant a soft moist kiss squarely 
upon the bulb-like knob. It seemed to throb, to 
tingle, to pulsate in response to her kiss, and she 
knew that she could do it -- oh, God, that she had to 
do it!

"That's the way, Michelle!" Kyle gasped, pushing the 
end of his dick into her open mouth. She lapped 
inquisitively with her tongue as the thing moved into 
her. She was gasping, too. He was so big that she 
could hardly breathe with his peter in her mouth, but 
once she'd started to suck on him, she found that she 
was unable, unwilling, to stop sucking, even for the 
chance to breathe.

Her mouth scouted lower down the shaft of his cock. 
She was gagging from the depth of his thrusts, and her 
throat ached, but she couldn't stop! All the girls at 
school said that guys just loved having their dicks 
sucked, but none of them had given Michelle the 
slightest hint that sucking was as much fun for the 
giver as for the receiver!

She drooled saliva down the shaft as her pleasure and 
passion increased. She kept looking up at him, with 
hopeful blue eyes, in search of a signal that she was 
doing it right. The rapture on his face told her all 
she needed to know. Michelle's little tits swelled 
with pride, the nipples pounding like thunder. She 
took one of his hands, put it on a tit, and he squeezed 
her rhythmically as she continued to feast on his dick.

I must have a natural talent for this, Michelle 
thought, still eating. The momentary discomfort she'd 
felt when he first fucked her shy virgin mouth had 
completely faded away. She was gobbling him now, her 
lips working instinctively in counterpoint with her 
tongue, taking him a little deeper with each swallow.

She gave a gasp, and her lips slid further down, 
straight to the serrated teeth of his zipper. The knob 
slipped into her upper throat and she made a "Gahhhh" 
noise along the entire length of Kyle's dick. It 
throbbed in response and she was positive he was about 
to squirt his cum down her throat. Well, okay! she 
thought. She was fucking ready!

She tightened her lips around his cock, sucking hard 
while he moved in and out, and there! Oh, shit! A 
globby burst of prick-snot splattered her tongue!

She gulped it, and kept on sucking, thirsty for more of 
the sweet-salty fluid that was roiling out of Kyle's 
nuts. Holding the knob in her mouth, she began to 
stroke his shaft up and down, milking him of his load. 
Her mouth filled, and she drank the sticky jizz down, 
and she kept on slurping, not yet satisfied.

But he pushed her face back, and his prick emerged from 
her mouth. It was coated in bubbly saliva, a dribble 
of cum oozing from the tip. Michelle took it in hand, 
stroking it provocatively. "Let me suck you some 
more," she said. "I was just getting the hang of it, 
Kyle! Oh, please let me suck some more!"

Kyle shook his head. "Unh-uh, baby," he told her, 
pulling the petite blonde to her feet. "I've got 
something for you that you're going to enjoy a whole 
lot more than sucking!"    


CHAPTER 2

"I don't know about this," Michelle protested as Kyle 
led her into the bedroom. She was a little embarrassed 
about the mess but he didn't seem to be noticing. His 
eyes and his hands were all over her hot young body.

"Jesus," she heard him say, "I wish I'd known how ripe 
you were, a long time ago, baby ... we coulda been 
having some real fun ... "

He eased her down onto the bed, mouth making for one 
perky, pointy pink nipple. She leaned back, stretching 
her legs as he sucked on the tingling nip. His teeth 
bit gently into the flesh of her tit, and his hand was 
busy between her legs, stroking back and forth along 
the equally tingly crease of Michelle's pussy.

Again a finger entered her, poking shallowly into the 
hot tight wetness. She jerked with each thrust, and 
her entire body rippled and undulated across the 
mattress.

"Stop, Kyle," she pleaded, but as his tongue worked 
magic around her straining stiff nipple, as his finger 
poked playfully in and out of her cunt, as she 
remembered the unparalleled excitement of his cock 
gushing thick sticky cum onto her tongue, down her 
gulping throat, she knew that she didn't want it to 
stop!

She reached down to stroke his wrist as he continued to 
play with her pussy. Her body writhed in stimulation, 
her crotch pumping toward his invading finger. She 
rubbed her face against the top of his head, and she 
urged her trembling tits into his hungry mouth.

He came up for air, but he was still horny for the 
taste of her. Kyle pressed his mouth against 
Michelle's, and he straightened out his body on the 
bed, her own melting into place against him.

His cock jutted from his unzipped fly, and it was as 
big and as stiff as when it had splattered Michelle's 
tongue with squirting sperm. Now it seemed to 
gravitate into the fork of her body. She moaned as it 
slipped between her legs and began to saw back and 
forth along her pussy crease. More wetness oozed from 
her, dampening the hard hot dick.

She learned, fast, that she could get even more tactile 
pleasure by squeezing, clenching, her thighs around his 
prick. That drew him in closer still, accentuating the 
contact between his tool and her hot young twat, and 
she shivered ecstatically, as if she'd been thrown into 
a freezing wind. But there was nothing frigid about 
the emotions that roiled inside Michelle Webster!

His hands crept down her back, onto the sweet swell of 
her ass. He gripped the cheeks hard, pushing his cock 
more insistently along her pussy crack. She closed her 
eyes and relished it, still hardly able to believe this 
was actually happening to her.

Kyle sipped at her mouth, his tongue lapping in and 
out, and he moved the tips of his fingers back and 
forth, softly but insistently, across the little flat 
place just north of the beginnings of Michelle's 
asscrack. It was an exquisite kind of torture. She 
kept clenching her thighs around his dick, pumping 
harder, and she said, "Oh, Kyle, I think you're gonna 
have to fuck me ... "

"You're goddamn right I am," he agreed, easing his 
prick out of its fleshy hot entrapment. He stood up 
then, and while Michelle watched, her blue eyes misting 
over, Kyle stripped himself.

Naked, she thought, he was stone fucking gorgeous! 
He'd been a basketball star in high school, though he 
was too short, at five-ten, to play college ball, but 
he had the body of a champion, and Michelle's heart 
almost exploded when she saw him stripped. She loved 
the broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the small, 
highset ass.

But what really caught her eye was the swollen 
protrusion of his cock, the jiggle of his balls, 
sprouting from the patch of curly dark hair at the base 
of his flat smooth stomach. He came onto the bed 
again, and she made an instinctive grab for that cock 
of his, hungry to feel it, taste it!

She went down on him in a frenzy, without even being 
asked. This time she showed him her earlier sucking 
was no fluke. Michelle got on his prick like stink on 
shit. She ate him into her mouth, gasping and 
slobbering.

She fed on his balls, learning by pure experimentation 
that he really enjoyed having them sucked,too. She 
tongued the sac round and round, pushing it aside and 
licking back into his asscrack, giving him a little 
taste of what he'd given her. And his butthole didn't 
taste all that shitty, she decided, tickling it 
repeatedly with her horny tongue.

She went back up the shaft of his prick, gulping, 
inhaling, his hard flesh. The knob slipped easily into 
her throat. She ground her face around in his 
shorthairs, kissing the root of his cock while she 
suckled the length of his rod. He got enormous inside 
her, his prick pulsating with fuck-lust.

"Shit, I hope Jerry doesn't come home before I get my 
nuts off," Kyle sighed, pulling Michelle up and off his 
dick. A gush of slobber oozed from her mouth, 
connected to his bulging cock knob. She broke the 
trail with her fingers and slinked a thigh across 
Kyle's body. Her face was pink with excitement and she 
giggled almost uncontrollably.

"I'm really good at this, aren't I?" she kept asking 
him.

"Bet your ass you are," Kyle agreed. "A fucking 
natural, Mitch! But now I'm gonna show you what it's 
really all about ... "

She chewed the back of her hand as she watched him take 
hold of his cock. It looked as big as a fencepost. He 
touched her pussy lips with it, sliding the hugely 
swollen knob up and down the line of her tingly crack. 
She was drooling cunt juice, and the end of his bulb 
pushed in and out of her gash, soaking up a little of 
that moisture with each tentative, shallow poke.

She felt her tight virgin pussy mouth stretching a bit 
more with each teasing pass he made. She had to gasp 
once or twice, when it felt as if he was going to go 
ahead and shove that thing all the way up her. "Don't 
hurt me ... " she whispered. "Fuck me, but don't hurt 
me ... "

"Pull your knees up," he said. "Oh, yeah. That's much 
better. Now I can see all of that fat little cunt of 
yours. Mmmm, honey, looks like a juicy sweet roll -- 
already sliced, and just waiting for the whipped 
cream!"

He spread her labes, expanding the dilation of her 
cuntal mouth. She squirmed, sighed, felt as if she 
might pass out. But then she'd miss the good stuff! 
Oh, she'd been waiting for such a long time for this to 
happen, and now she was on the verge of her first fuck!

Kyle eased the end of his dong into her opened 
cunthole. He was on his side, lying perpendicular to 
Michelle's ass, and she pulled her knees to her tits, 
exposing herself, offering herself. "Yes," she 
whispered. "Oh, yes!!!"

He pushed his knob a little deeper, and her pussy 
spread slowly. It hurt a little, but not as much as 
she'd feared. The wetness that flowed from her cunt 
began to coat the flesh of his cock bulb, and her pussy 
was rapidly growing adjusted to the feel of his shallow 
penetration.

He wiggled his butt, making his cock jiggle a bit 
inside Michelle, and she purred and sighed. He stroked 
her clit with a pussy- wet finger, frictioning the 
hard, hot little button, and she just got wetter and 
wetter down there.

"Don't get me pregnant," she warned him, her eyes 
half-shut, her arms locked behind her knees as she held 
her legs up and out of the way. Her toes were curling 
and twitching. Her entire body was a-tingle. Stiff 
nipples poked at the knees which pressed them down.

"You can't get pregnant the first time," Kyle assured 
her, "but I'll be careful anyway." But first, goddamn 
it, he had to fuck the cute little bitch! And he 
couldn't do that until he'd popped her cherry. So ...

He thrust suddenly with his dick, ramming himself into 
Michelle's virginal cunt in one almost savage stroke. 
He felt her cherry burst as his prick rammed through 
it, and he knew that the sudden flow of wet warmth 
around his tool was the blood of her maidenhead. He 
shoved deeper, burying his bone to the nuts in her hot 
tight hole, and his body writhed against hers while he 
treated her to the feel of his rod, totally engulfed in 
her cunt.

Michelle screamed at the painful penetration, but the 
ache lasted only an instant. She was raw inside, but 
she wanted it -- oh, God, she wanted it! Her body 
tensed and stiffened, and then she went loose, and her 
cunt seemed to relax around Kyle's cock, and the boy 
began to fuck his meat in and out of her.

He held her tits possessively as his prick enlarged the 
aperture of her pussy. She draped her legs across his 
body and she stroked his hands, reached down to fondle 
her cunt and clit. She could feel that rod sliding in 
and out of her hole, and it was fantastic! The girls 
at school hadn't begun to tell the truth about fucking! 
None of them had ever said it would make Michelle feel 
so goddamn great as she felt this very minute, her 
pussy freshly popped and totally full of driving, 
lust-hardened dick!

"I wanna get on top of you," Kyle husked, and she 
opened her legs. He twisted around, without taking his 
cock all the way out of her hole, and he mounted her. 
Her toes twitched as Kyle rose above her, and when his 
prick shoved home again, filling her to the nuts with 
his fuck-stick, she felt as if she'd died and gone to 
heaven.

His belly pressed hers, and he rotated, moving his cock 
around inside her and stimulating her clit with his own 
cockhairs and pubic bone. She was full to the gills, 
but she wanted more. Michelle exhaled, as if that 
might make room inside her for even more cock! She 
folded her legs around him, embraced him with her 
hands, pulling him down upon her writhing body, and she 
said, "Oh, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me fuck me fuck 
me!!!!"

His mouth slammed down upon hers, and being 
tongue-kissed while her pussy got reamed was a thrill 
she hadn't counted on at all. Her hands were down on 
his ass. She pinched his hard buttocks, cupped his 
nuts from behind, urging him deeper. She wanted it 
fast and hard and deep, and she was getting it!

Kyle's cock got bigger and bigger inside her. Every 
inch of her pussy sheath was alive with excitement and 
arousal. She squeezed her legs around his body, 
noticing that it also made her cunt clench around his 
cock, increasing the sensitivity of the fuck. So she 
flexed her legs until her thigh muscles ached, but it 
still wasn't enough. "More," she whined, "oh, give me 
more ... "

He was fucking hard now, really ramming his cock home. 
She shook with each thrust, but her pussy just got 
deeper and more thirsty. His knob was somewhere in her 
guts now, and she thought it might come pushing up her 
throat in another moment or two, but she could take it. 
She could cope.

The friction of his driving cock made the lining of her 
cunt almost raw, but it was a stimulation more intense 
than anything she'd ever given herself with her 
fingers. I'll never jerk off again, Michelle promised 
herself. When I get horny, I'll just find myself 
another cock and do _this_ all over again! Oh, Jesus, 
there was no comparison!

She looked up into Kyle's face. His eyes were closed, 
and he was obviously fucking her with all that he had 
to give. She could feel orgasm simmering in her blood, 
and she threw herself back at him, eating his rod with 
her pussy and begging for more. His belly hit her on 
each stroke, and her clit was about to explode.

"Make me come," she whispered, "and I won't tell Jerry 
or my dad that you broke into the house and raped me 
.. "

He didn't say anything. He just fucked. Like a frozen 
snake, his cock burrowed its way into Michelle's cunt, 
again and again and again. She was hot enough inside 
to melt anything short of the iceberg that sank the 
_Titanic_ but his meat stayed rigid, pounding down her 
chute thrust after thrust. Her legs were wrapped 
around his waist, exposing all of her pussy to his sex 
attack.

He barrelled into her, as excited by it all as Michelle 
herself. The tightness that enfolded his rampant cock 
was an irresistible lure, and his tool thrust again and 
again into that hot wet snare, each stab bringing a 
fresh whimper of pain and pleasure to the lips of the 
freshly-deflowered young girl. She urged him on, with 
hands, mouth, the squeeze of her legs, the flexing of 
her cunt.

"I'd rather fuck you than any of my brother's other 
friends," Michelle volunteered, squirming beneath Kyle 
like a cockroach pinned to cardboard.

He hit spots inside her that she didn't know she had 
until his cock searched them out. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna 
come!" she moaned. "You're gonna make me squirt all 
over that big beautiful cock of yours!"

She'd hardly spoken before she was explosive beneath 
Kyle. Her cunt erupted and squeezed like a vise at his 
thrusting cock. He was on a short trigger himself, and 
the convulsions inside Michelle were nearly all the 
extra stimulation the boy needed. He pounded her hard, 
ramming with his prick, but he was fucking in 
desperation now, banging his brains out. stroke after 
thrust.

"Ahhhh!!!" he moaned, yanking his dick out of her pussy 
a split second before he would have filled her hole 
with his squirting cum. He aimed the tip of his tool 
at her belly, and he sprayed her with the explosion of 
his jizz.

Michelle was orgasm-blind, but she let her fingers play 
through the spray of his sperm, and she jerked in fresh 
delirious delight with each separate burst that 
splattered her skin. She'd already taken a shower 
today, but this one was soooo much more fun!

She held his cock in her hands while it finished its 
job. Her fingers were sticky with Kyle's scum. She 
smeared the juicy ooze into her face, licked at her 
fingers, eating his sperm from them.

He broke the grip of her legs around him, and he moved 
up her writhing body, his dick still semi-erect, a few 
bubbles of jizz dangling from his big red knob. 
Michelle closed her eyes and took him into her mouth, 
cleansing him with lips and tongue. Her cherry blood, 
and the tang of her own girlcum, coated the wet flesh 
of Kyle's dick, and she relished the taste of herself 
mixed with his flavors.

"Listen, baby," he told her, reaching for his pants, "I 
think maybe I should haul ass. It would be pretty bad 
if Jerry -- or even worse, your dad -- happened to come 
in the front door while I had my cock inside you. You 
were great, kid, and I wanna tell you for a fact that 
I'm gonna fuck you again. Soon! But right now, 
discretion is easily the better part of valor, so ... "

Michelle lay on the bed, watching, giggling, her 
fingers sliding lazily up and down the crack of her 
pussy. "You better do it _really_ soon," she warned. 
"Or I may give it away to somebody else, you know?" 
Her finger entered her fresh-fucked pussy, and she 
frigged herself deeply, passionately.

"Oh, Jeez," she said, "I wish I'd started doing this a 
lot earlier! I don't think I wanna stop ... "


CHAPTER 3


Jerry Webster had had some doubts in his previous life, 
but he was now totally convinced that there was a God.

He was supposed to get together with his buddy Kyle 
this afternoon, but he'd been invited, out of the blue, 
to come over to Suzi Miller's house, and it had been, 
like, total fucking heaven!

Suzi herself was as foxy as always, but she was going 
steady with Robbie Hess and she was off limits. So who 
cared? He'd hardly spared her a glance, even though 
she was totally fucking edible in that pink bikini.

For once in his life, Jerry had lucked out. Suzi had a 
whole bunch of friends over this afternoon, all of them 
sunning and swimming in the humongous backyard pool, 
and Jerry had ended up paired with -- be still my 
heart! -- Renée Morgan!!!

He'd had a crush on Renée ever since grade school, at 
least, though she'd always acted as if she didn't know 
he was on the same planet. She was the most modestly 
dressed girl at the party, wearing a one-piece swimsuit 
rather than a string bikini that showed everything 
except the crack of her cunt, but her one-piece would 
have been illegal in at least 45 states, and when it 
got wet, oh, fucking Jesus!

Jerry had been sporting a boner most of the afternoon, 
so he'd spent a lot of time in the water, just watching 
Renée up on the deck. And he could tell she was 
looking at him, too. So when the fiesta was over, 
she'd asked him for a ride home, and now here they 
were, parked on the ridge, and he had his tongue in her 
mouth and his hands inside the top of her swimsuit, and 
he was starting to think that maybe there was something 
to religion after all. _Many_ of his most earnest 
prayers had finally been answered.

He eased her shoulder straps down. She didn't fight, 
she just kept on kissing him, and there they were, the 
Renée Morgan tits, exposed to the light of day. And 
they were fully as gorgeous as he had always imagined 
they were.

Her boobs were round and firm and full, capped in brown 
nipples that looked like candy kisses. His mouth 
watered at the very sight of them. He could hardly 
believe that it was his hands stroking the rounded 
curves, his fingers pulling insistently at the 
already-stiffened nipples, feeling them twitch and 
throb and pulsate with lively arousal. Nothing he and 
Kyle could have done would have _ever_ matched what was 
in his hands right now, in the back seat of his junker 
Datsun.

He kissed his way down her neck, half afraid that she 
was going to make him stop. But she didn't. She just 
stroked his hair, urging his face downward. His mouth 
filled with saliva as he got nearer to her tits, and 
his cock was swollen and enormous inside his pants. 
Jerry just wished to hell she would take hold of his 
dick and give it a squeeze or two that would send him 
to nirvana.

His lips moved onto her tits, and the nipples just 
seemed to leap into his mouth. He feasted on them, 
pulling them to incredible erections with his lips, 
washing them clean with his tongue. He could feel her 
excitement pulsing through the erected brown points, 
and they got fatter and fatter as he sucked on them. 
Without taking his mouth off her tit, he guided her 
hand down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants and he 
made her feel his arousal.

Her hand was shy but sensitive, the fingers tracing the 
shape of his erect cock. There was no way in hell he 
was gonna get soft now, not with Renée fondling his 
dick. My zipper, he told her mentally. Unzip it and 
get your hand inside my pants, you teasing cunt! 
C'mon, baby, get a hold of my fucking dick!!!

But she didn't make a move toward his cock, and he 
decided he'd just have to wear her down the 
old-fashioned way. Not that Jerry knew all that much 
about wearing girls down.

Kyle, now -- he could probably get lucky in a nunnery. 
Jerry had a bone-on that didn't know the meaning of the 
word "quit", but he'd never really had a piece of ass 
in his entire eighteen years, and he was getting really 
antsy.

He eased Renée's suit down further, stripping her to 
the waist. God, what a fucking body! It was 
everything he'd fantasized about, since the day she'd 
begun to sprout tits, back in sixth grade. And he 
finally had his hands on it!

He sucked at her nipples, feeling them grow along his 
tongue, feeling her body heat build against his mouth 
where it touched her. His hand inserted itself into 
her suit, moving down along her belly. Jesus fucking 
Christ! His fingertips touched the upper edge of 
Renée's pussy hairs! And she still wasn't slapping him 
or telling him to knock it off!

One of her legs was between his. He pressed her, 
letting feel the hardness of his cock. She didn't 
flinch or pull away. She liked the tactile stimulation 
of a rigid dick against her skin! Jerry humped a 
little, rubbing her with his peter, hoping that she was 
getting the message he wanted to send her.

He opened his eyes and looked at her face. She was 
beautiful. She looked a little like Kim Cattrall, the 
actress, only better. Her eyes were startlingly green, 
and her lips were full and moist, parted slightly, the 
tip of her tongue showing between them. He kissed her 
mouth again, touching her tongue with his own.

I'm gonna do it, Jerry thought. I'm finally gonna get 
laid!

Jesus! Renée thought. What the hell did I get myself 
into???

Oh, sure, Jerry Webster was a hot kisser, and his hands 
on her body certainly excited her tremendously, but she 
was starting to get a little bored. He acted as if he 
was guaranteed a piece of her cunt. Hah! The joke was 
definitely on Jerry Webster!

But mmm, the feel of his hard prick along her leg was 
certainly exciting. She moved her body inward, soaking 
up more of that feel. He had a big one, no two ways 
about it, and she was more than tempted to surrender. 
But where was the fun in that? No, she thought, let's 
just play him a little longer.

It wasn't that Renée didn't like sex. She loved to 
diddle herself. Occasionally she even fucked. It was 
hard to reach eighteen and still be a virgin, these 
days. She'd even been known to wrap her lips around a 
hard hot dick and suck it down to a soft little worm, 
though she _never_ swallowed.

But what she loved most was the come-on, the tease, the 
buildup. She loved to make a guy so hard he was 
dribbling cum into his shorts -- and then to tell him 
no! To see his face as he realized he wasn't going to 
get the pussy he had his heart set on! It was such a 
blast, and she was already anticipating that look on 
Jerry Webster's face. But first, there were a few 
things she wanted from him.

The car was a little cramped, but she got out of her 
swimsuit. She thought Jerry would squirt his load 
inside his pants at the sight of her naked body 
decorating the back seat of his Datsun. Renée knew how 
good she looked. She stretched out across the seat and 
extended one hand toward Jerry. "Come here," she told 
him in a soft throaty voice.

He was on his knees, on the floor, getting all over 
her! He sucked hard at her tits, his hand busy in the 
puff of dark hair that fleeced her cunt.

He used his finger on the crack, caressing the labes, 
daring to slip between them and into the warm damp of 
her snatch. She sighed a little, feeling his finger go 
inside her, and she did a little bump and grind to meet 
his tentative thrusts, encouraging them to get bolder.

"Kiss me all over," she commanded. "Worship my perfect 
body with your mouth, Jerry!"

She didn't have to ask him twice. He was already 
sucking anything that jiggled, and a _lot_ of Renée 
Morgan jiggled, you bet your goddamn ass! She spread 
her legs and lifted her knees, pulling his face down 
into her crotch.

As he burrowed down into her pussy, eating and sucking 
in a rather crude but exceptionally erotic fashion, 
was stroking the bulge in his pants. Mmm, she thought, 
he has a big one! There was already a wet spot on the 
front of his jeans, where he'd squirted out a dribble 
of cum that was too hot to hold back. 

She teased it with her finger, rubbing excitement into 
his bulging prick at the same time. He moaned into 
her cunt, and his tongue got totally crazy, licking in 
and out of Renée's gash.

Her clit was hard, and his tongue washed it in hot 
saliva. "Suck my button," the girl suggested in a 
hoarse voice, her own ecstasy beginning to show 
unmistakably. Jerry was only too happy to suck her 
bud. He moaned again as his lips nuzzled the hard 
little pecan of pleasure, and a rush of wetness oozed 
down Renée's snatch tunnel.

He shoved a finger into the juicy ring and fucked it in 
and out of the girl. Her hand was all over his 
throbbing dick and he was afraid he might shoot off in 
his pants before he even got his tool up her pussy. 
Oh, fuck! Jerry told himself. You can get hard more 
than once for a hot bitch like Renée!

The way her hand fitted around the bulging shape of his 
boner! He was absolutely positive, now, that there was 
a God. Or else he'd won the lottery. He couldn't 
believe that he was eight inches away from fucking 
Renée Morgan, right here in his beatup Datsun. Sighing 
with delight, Jerry shoved his face down into her furry 
cunt and resumed his frenzied sucking and licking and 
nibbling.

He'd never had his face in a pussy before. He was 
sorry he'd missed out on it, too. She tasted hot and 
funky, and each time he slithered his tongue along her 
pink puffy crack, a little dribble of girljizz oozed 
out and coated his tongue in tangy sweetness. He could 
have licked her all day, but he had a cock that was 
dying to be where his tongue was right now.

"Ohhhhh ... " he heard her gasp, and -- oh, Jesus, had 
he done it? Had he made her come? He pushed his face 
against her cunt, and it began to heave and buck and 
fuck itself into his panting mouth. "Ohhh, Jerryyyyy 
.. " she whined.

He sucked her until she went limp, and then he rose up, 
reaching for his belt. Renée lay on the seat, her eyes 
glazed over, and she watched him take down his pants, 
watched the hugely swollen cock, its knob a vivid 
aroused purple, come thrusting into the afternoon 
sunlight.

"This is for you, baby," he said huskily. "Come and 
get it, Renée!"

She sat up suddenly, looking at her watch. "Oh, shit," 
she said, "look at the time! It's almost five, and I 
promised Mom I'd be home by three!"

"Huh?" Jerry said, his fist around his cock.

Renée was already getting into her swimsuit. Jerry 
watched in horror as it covered -- sort of -- that 
gorgeous body. She tucked her tits into the upper part 
of the one-piece and pulled up the straps. "It was 
really nice," she added, "but I have to go home now."

***

Jerry Webster's balls were blue, and his cock was so 
big and hard he was almost ashamed to go into the 
house. He carried a jacket on his arm, loosely draped 
in front of his bulging dick, and he was hoping to shit 
he didn't run into a) his sister and b) his dad, in 
that order.

But Dad wasn't home yet, and he didn't see a sign of 
Michelle. Christ, he had to do something about this 
boner! Well, there was only one way to get rid of it. 
He was getting damn tired of that one way, but what 
could you do?

That cunt, Renée! Leading him on, making him get her 
off, then dropping him like a used rubber! He knew 
she'd planned the whole thing, too. Shit, if he'd been 
any kind of a man, he'd have just dragged her out of 
the car, thrown her down in the bushes, and fucked the 
tits off the slut!

On the other hand, his dad was a lawyer, and he knew he 
could very easily wind up in jail for doing something 
like that. Maybe when he jacked his dick off, he'd 
fantasize that he was raping Renée in the bushes. 
Shoving his hard rod up her hole whether she wanted it 
or not. Tears. Yeah. She'd be crying. He'd fuck her 
wet face a while, too, and maybe he'd squirt his jizz 
right onto her tearstained cheeks. Oh, yeah.

He went back through the house, his cock pulsating more 
and more aggressively as he imagined fresh defilements 
he could heap upon Renée. Fuck her in the asshole. 
Shit, yes! And then make her suck him off! Maybe he'd 
piss all over her cum-smeared face once she'd finished 
siphoning out his hot wad.

Jerry grinned. At least his masturbation fantasies 
were going to be hotter than ever!

Michelle's bedroom door was open, and Jerry saw her 
lying on the bed. A thin sheet was draped across her 
body. Lazy slut. Sleeping in the middle of the 
afternoon.

He looked again, and he gulped. The sheet was awry, 
and one pink-nippled tit was showing. God, he thought, 
she must be naked! He stopped in the doorway, looking 
in at his sister. His eyes were fixed on that perfect, 
pointy tit. He felt guilty for peeping at her, but 
what could you do? That tit was beautiful.

Michelle wasn't so bad, either. She'd been a little 
butterball for several years, but she'd lost twenty 
pounds, taken up running, and she was turning into a 
neat little fox, even if she was his sister. He hadn't 
seen her naked since she was a baby. Mmmm, that titty 
looked sooo nice!

Jerry entered his sister's bedroom. He tiptoed to the 
bed. He wasn't going to do anything; he was just 
curious. He stood beside her for a long moment, 
watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she 
slept. And then he reached down, taking hold of the 
sheet.

Slowly he pulled it downward. Now he could see both 
tits. He sucked in his breath. They weren't as big as 
Renée's, but they were perfect little apples, and the 
pink, hard nipples made his mouth water. He considered 
touching them, but he was afraid she might wake up. 
God, they were so hard! Almost as hard as the pounding 
cock nestled inside his pants!

He pulled the sheet down a little further. He expected 
her to be wearing panties, at least, but she wasn't. 
Her crotch was bare under the sheet, and he stared for 
an eternity at her lightly-fuzzed, puppyfat cuntal bun. 
The hairs didn't conceal the smooth pink gash that 
bisected the mound, nor the inner lips that peeked out 
so very slightly, like a little mouth just puckering 
for a kiss.

God, what an image! Where was his mind going, anyway? 
Straight into the gutter, obviously! This was his 
goddamn fourteen-year-old sister, not some trashy cunt 
like Renée Morgan, and here he was, glomming her like 
she was some kind of peepshow model or a magazine 
centerfold!

"You're some kind of shit, Webster," he told himself in 
a soft voice. "She's just a kid, and a nice kid. You 
shouldn't be peeping on her, you ratfuck!" But the 
sight was so captivating he found it hard to turn away.

Decency struck a chord in his breast, though, and he 
pulled the sheet back up. He covered the round firm 
little tit that had caught his eye and started the 
whole thing, and then he turned, sneaking a backward 
glance or two as he left. He went into his own bedroom 
and stripped down, freeing the cock that was now so big 
and hard it was threatening to split his pants open.

He lay down on his own bed and took his prick in his 
hand, stroking it with a firm, confident grip while he 
closed his eyes and relived that fiasco with Renée 
Morgan -- relived it the way it should have happened.

"Take this, cunt," he growled, thrusting his cock 
inside his fist and pretending that it was Renée's 
pussy. Oh, he was one hot, horny fuck, you better 
believe it! And the Renée of his fantasy loved every 
stab, every poke, every inch of rigid cock that he gave 
her.

The bed creaked beneath him, rhythmically with the 
growing intensity of his masturbation. All his 
concentration was on his cock.

"What's a ratfuck?" he heard a soft voice inquire, and 
he spun around, goggle-eyed at the sight of his kid 
sister, standing naked in the bedroom doorway, her 
innocent mouth curled into a smile that could only be 
described as salacious.


CHAPTER 4

"Seriously," she said, coming closer. "What's a 
ratfuck? Is that anything like a motherfucker?"

His jaw dropped. He'd never heard his kid sister talk 
that way before. The words seemed so naughty coming 
from her cute innocent-eyed face. And she looked so 
sexy, standing there without a stitch on her body. 
Everything he'd peeked at beneath her sheet was now on 
frank, open display, and it looked even better than it 
had before.

And here he was, lying on his side, equally naked, with 
a fistful of long hard dick. He blushed, and reached 
for his pillow, to cover himself, but by then Michelle 
was sliding her naked little ass down onto the edge of 
his bed, next to him, and she put her hand on the 
pillow before he could get it into place.

"Whatcha doing, Jer?" she asked. Up close, those eyes 
didn't look all that innocent. They glanced down at 
his exposed cock, and Jerry began to reach some 
unbelievable conclusions about his younger sister. 
When she put her hand on his prick, taking it in a 
firm, knowing fisthold, his jaw dropped even further.

"Do you ever have a big one!" she said admiringly, 
sliding her slim little fingers up and down the length 
of her brother's tool. "I bet the girls are crazy 
about this thing. Mmmm, Jer?" And she giggled.

The point of a nipple brushed his arm. It was as if 
he'd been touched with the tip of a live wire. His 
cock throbbed inside her hand and he was half-afraid he 
would squirt her palm full of his jizz. She felt the 
throb, too, and she squeezed at her brother's dick. 
Jerry closed his eyes and growled like a surprised dog.

"It's way too big to fuck rats with," Michelle added, 
pressing her lips against his cheek. "But I bet it 
would fuck a girl just right! How come you're wasting 
it on your fist, big brother? Can't you find a girl 
that wants to go down on this big sweet cock?"

"You better watch yourself, kid," he said gruffly. "I 
think you're getting into water too deep for swimming."

Michelle giggled again. Her mouth moved along his 
cheek, and onto his lips. His eyes opened big when she 
kissed him. It wasn't like a sister at all. And it 
wasn't anything that you could call innocent, either.

Her tongue tickled his lips, urging them to open, and 
then she wiggled it into his mouth, her eyes open and 
staring boldly into her brother's. She slinked a naked 
leg across his lap and she kept her hand busy on his 
cock, too, stroking it in a rhythm that grew more and 
more aggressive, more erotic.

Jerry closed his eyes, panting a little as her hand got 
more active. He tried to imagine Morgan doing this to 
him, but when he opened his eyes, it was still his kid 
sister whose hand was doing a hell of a job on his 
cock. Impulsively, he leaned toward Michelle and 
kissed her wetly on the mouth.

Just as impulsively, his hands found their way to her 
firm round little tits. The nips were hot as embers 
against his palm. He squeezed, and the nipples got 
harder, hotter. "Mmmm," he heard his sister purr. Her 
lips slid wetly from his and he watched in real shock 
as she dropped on him.

He could tell as soon as her mouth touched his dick 
that she'd done this before, but she was so eager and 
excited that Jerry was sure she hadn't done it very 
many times. Her mouth stretched widely and his dick 
thrust inside.

She gulped on him, her lips ballooning outward as they 
sucked their way down his shaft. Her orality seemed 
bottomless. He had a long cock, and half of it was 
already inside her mouth while she struggled to gobble 
down the rest of his hard fuckpole. "Oh, shit, Sis!" 
Jerry moaned, grabbing her head with both hands and 
attempting to ravish her hungry mouth with his aroused 
boner.

She had a wet, sloppy, slobbery way of eating dick that 
was everything Jerry Webster had ever imagined a 
blowjob should be. She made a lot of noise as she 
sucked, too -- humming, purring, moaning, giggling 
around her tumescent mouthful. The vibrations rippled 
up and down the shaft of his rod. His nuts were 
humming in unison, and her saliva ran down his tool, 
clotting in the hairs at the base.

Her face moved up and down. He couldn't believe it, 
but she was actually swallowing his entire goddamn 
fucking peter! His knob pulsated inside her throat and 
she worked her head from side to side, yanking and 
pulling on his supercharged cock. He pumped, but she 
was in control, and he let Michelle have her way with 
him.

Jesus, when had she learned to do this? Who the hell 
had taught her? He could hardly believe that his 
little sister was so experienced, but the proof of that 
was slobbering all over his dick.

He got his hand between her legs, found the 
slightly-fuzzed plump of her pussy bun. The flesh was 
warm and moist beneath the light coating of hair, and 
he traced the line of her crack with his middle finger. 
Was she pissing on his hand or was she just excited? 
Christ, was she ever wet!

"Mmmm," Michelle trilled as Jerry slipped his finger 
inside her. She hadn't planned on anything like this, 
but when she'd seen him come sneaking into her bedroom, 
she'd gotten curious. She lay there, silent, 
pretending to sleep, wondering what he would do next.

And when she saw him stroking his bulging basket while 
he stared at her naked body, she knew what was going to 
happen next. If she wanted it to happen. And now, her 
mouth full of Jerry's cock, she knew that she did want 
it to happen, just like this.

She fed greedily on his prick. It was bigger than 
Kyle's, for damn sure, and a real challenge to suck, 
but she was more than willing to accept the challenge, 
and she feasted on her brother's rod. She also made a 
mental note to ask him, much _much_ later, exactly what 
he'd been doing this afternoon to get his dick so hard 
and horny. Maybe she owed someone a thank-you note???

His finger worked in and out of her hot tight little 
cunt. She was super- snug inside, and still a little 
bit sore -- Jesus, it hadn't been two hours since Kyle 
had busted her cherry, right? -- but Jerry's finger was 
wildly exciting, and hardly a dozen strokes later she 
was milking him with her pussy muscles and feeling the 
building pressure of an orgasm deep inside her ovaries.

She raised her head, concentrating all her oral 
technique on his swollen knob. She licked it, kissed 
it, licked it again. Her tingly tongue raced around 
the edges of his bulbous glans, and the cock quivered 
in delighted response. Cum was already seeping out of 
his piss slit, and she lapped it with her tongue, 
tasting her brother's thick milky fluid fresh from the 
fountain.

It was saltier than Kyle's jizz, she noticed, and 
considerably more viscous. She squeezed the rod, 
urging another bubble or two out of him, and she sucked 
it up with gusto. But she knew he had a lot more 
inside his balls, and she went down on them, kissing, 
licking, sucking. Her finger moved back into his 
asscrack and she tickled him just like she'd tickled 
Kyle.

He seemed to enjoy it just as much. His cock breached 
like a whale inside her clutching fist, lunging hard 
and high, and she glanced up, half afraid he was going 
to squirt his load already. No, baby, she thought, I 
have plans for that dick and they require you to be 
stiff stiff stiff!!!

She was riding his finger now, pulling it in and out of 
her clutching cunt. He wiggled his wrist, adding new 
dimensions of sensuality to his attack, and she made 
her pussy muscles ripple deliriously down the length of 
his thrusting digit. He was all the way in her, his 
knuckles grinding against the splayed puff of her 
snatch labes, and she was oozing wetness like piss into 
the hollow of his hand.

He cupped her hot young cunt, squeezing it hard while 
she fed her face up and down the length of his cock. 
Jerry couldn't believe this was happening but Christ, 
did it ever make up for that fiasco with Renée! And, 
relishing the tight wet heat of Michelle's cunt 
gripping his exploring finger, he wished to hell he 
were decent enough to feel just a _little_ bit of guilt 
about it all!

He pulled her atop him, and she squealed gleefully as 
he replaced his finger with his tongue. Jerry licked 
in and out of his sister's spread-eagled cunt, mouthing 
her hot hard clit while she face-fucked herself with 
his rigid prick. She was oozing tangy cuntjuice, and 
Jerry slurped it like a gourmet. Hey, this bitch might 
be his kid sister, but she tasted like one sweet ripe 
fuck!

Michelle slid off him, releasing his dick. She turned 
and Jerry almost shot his wad on the spot. Slobber and 
drool ran down her chin, as fluid as if he'd already 
squirted her mouth full of his jizz. Her eyes sparkled 
and her face was flushed with desire. She squeezed her 
tits together, the nips pointing at him like two little 
pink gunbarrels.

"Fuck me or I'll shoot," she giggled.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still a little nervous about 
putting the meat to his kid sister.

"Mmmm," she purred, rubbing her wet mouth on his, "I've 
already had the course, big brother, and I got an A+. 
Now I wanna go for extra credit!"

She didn't give him any time to answer. Michelle 
straddled Jerry and eased her dripping cunt down onto 
his crotch. She squeezed her thighs against his body 
and rocked back and forth, massaging his dick with her 
wet-furred snatch. He reached for her tits, and as he 
got them in hand, she leaned forward to kiss him again. 
She didn't kiss like a sister any more, Jerry decided. 
He kinda liked that.

While she was sucking his tongue and feeding him her 
own, the girl reached down below and guided his cock up 
into her ready young cunt. She moaned a little at the 
size of him, entering her tight hole, but it only hurt 
for a second and then she was full of her brother's 
prick. The glove of her pussy snugged in around 
Jerry's engorged tool and she slid up and down, back 
and forth, moving impulsively, instinctively, 
inspirationally.

He was not too surprised to find that she was 
cherry-popped. He'd guessed as much when he was able 
to put his fingers up her with no trouble. But it was 
still a shock, feeling his prick slide all the way up 
his sister's tight wet hole.

"Who have you been fucking?" he wanted to know. "Who 
taught you all this shit?"

Michelle giggled. "I'll tell you after you come," she 
promised. She was about to blow her cookies all over 
Jerry's rod, and from the way he was pumping and 
pounding and puffing, she suspected he might be almost 
to boiling point himself.

She rode him ecstatically, ramming her womb stroke 
after stroke with the bloated knob of his cock. She 
liked being on top, but her pussy was almost too 
shallow to hold his prick comfortably from this angle. 
It hurt when he fucked hard and deep, but oh, God, it 
hurt so fucking goooood!!!

"Dirty, dirty," she whispered. "I wasn't asleep. I 
saw you peeking at me, and touching your dick while you 
looked. And I could tell just what you were thinking. 
Aren't you glad I decided to let you have it?"

"Oh, shit, sis," he gasped, "am I ever!!!"

She jumped off him and went onto her side, leg tossing 
over his thigh. She pressed in close, and Jerry 
grabbed his dick, shoving it back into her from this 
new position. It bit deep and hard, and Michelle 
moaned, her head tossing, her eyes shut tightly.

"God, I love to fuck!" she wailed soulfully, rubbing 
her pointy-nippled tits against his smooth firm chest. 
His own nipples were hard, too, and she teased them 
with her own, making her teats stiffer still.

The bed quivered beneath them, but neither of the 
Webster siblings noticed. They were lost in their own 
private world and their lives would never be the same 
again. All fucking right! Michelle thought. It was 
time for a change!

"Oh, sis, this is so wild," Jerry panted. He had his 
hands on her ass, and he was twisting her body 
frantically as he shoved her full and fuller of his 
long hard cock. Michelle loved it from this angle. 
But she was pretty sure she'd love it standing on her 
head, if it came to that.

"Lemme do it to you from the back," he suggested. 
"Dog-style."

Why not? Michelle thought. She owed it to herself to 
cover all the bases, right? His cock emerged from her 
pussy. She bent down to kiss the wet shaft, and she 
tasted her sweet hot juices all over her brother's 
length. They tasted fantastically good. She wondered 
if all pussies were as tangy and yummy as her own 
seemed to be.

Jerry turned her around, and she wiggled her butt right 
up to him while he lay on his side, his dick sticking 
out all red and ready. He pushed the knob up between 
her legs, rubbing her cuntal gash with his arousal, 
spreading the taut tense labes wide and wider. She was 
already so hot she couldn't stand it, but fevers began 
to burn inside Michelle, arousing her even more.

He tickled her butthole for a moment, and she giggled, 
remembering how Kyle had licked her back there. "No 
way," she told Jerry. "You're not putting that thing 
up my ass!"

At least, she thought, not right now. Later -- who 
knew?

He boned his cock into Michelle's cunt, and she 
screamed in delight. She hoped to God none of the 
neighbors could hear her, that nobody was calling the 
cops to report a murder or anything like that. He 
rammed her again, his groin banging hard against her 
jiggly-cheeked ass, and she squealed once more.

Jerry grabbed two fistfuls of hard apple-round tit, and 
he massaged them forcefully while he pronged his sister 
with his lust-bloated prick. She turned her face so 
she could kiss him over her shoulder, and she decided 
that she liked dog- style a whole lot.

His cock kept slamming up her hole, and he rotated his 
body when he was fully buried, so that his prick 
stirred round and round inside her boiling pussy pouch. 
He kept on squeezing her tits, and that alone was 
almost enough to send Michelle shrieking over the edge 
into orgasm. She was dripping with sweat, and her 
pussy was a river of bubbly juices.

Her hand went down to her clit, and the brushing caress 
was like a flash of lightning. She frigged her button 
again, while Jerry's prick continued to ram her hole, 
and it happened.

"Ooohhhhhh, yessssssssss!!!" she moaned. "I'm 
commmming!!!"

He didn't let up a stroke, though his cock had to be on 
the verge of explosion. The repeated thrusting of his 
rod sent Michelle squirming up the ladder. Her orgasm 
repeated itself, intensified. Her fingers stroked her 
clit, the driving shaft of the cock that stabbed again 
and again up her hole. She couldn't stop coming.

Jerry was there too, now. His guts were turning upside 
down, and his head alternately burned and froze. He 
was seeing double, but he fucked like a man possessed, 
his balls swollen and aching, ready to release their 
hot load.

"Don't do it inside me," Michelle groaned, but it was 
far too late to pull out. Jerry gasped and let his 
jizz shower fly, straight up the tight sucking sheath 
of his sister's orgasmic snatch. 

They came apart slowly, his cock sliding out of her 
hole, its retreat followed by a dribbling stream of cum 
that oozed down her tunnel. She lay on her back, 
panting, holding her pussy labes open and watching her 
brother's sperm trickle from her crack. Scooping some 
up with her finger, she fed it into her mouth.

"So who fucked you?" Jerry asked again. "Some dweeb at 
school?"

"Not exactly," Michelle said, blushing. "Oh, shit, is 
that the phone?" She hurried outside, into the hall. 
Jerry lay on the bed, stroking his cock. Despite the 
humongous load he'd squirted into his sister, his meat 
seemed reluctant to go soft. The knob ached like a son 
of a bitch, and his balls had shrunk to the size of 
peanuts, but his dick was rock hard, and the more he 
thought about what he had done to Michelle, the harder 
it seemed to get.

She appeared in the doorway, wiping her pussy with a 
towel. "That was Dad," she told Jerry. "He's going to 
be late tonight. He has to examine some briefs at the 
office, and he didn't want us to wait dinner on him."

She dropped the towel and came into the room, walking 
slightly bow-legged. "So," she added, planting her 
round little ass on the edge of the bed, "what would 
you like to eat for dinner, big brother?"

"What I'd like to know is who the hell have you been 
fucking, little sister," Jerry said, moving his hand 
into her crotch and cupping the plump bulge of her 
pussy. She squirmed, pushing herself against him. Her 
hot little labes parted, and his fingers brushed the 
slick salmon-pink flesh of her pussy trench, the pecan- 
sized bud of her tingling clitoris.

"You make me come again, and maybe I'll tell you," she 
teased. "Maybe. If you tell me what you were up to 
this afternoon, of course, and why you came home with a 
dick as big as Larry Holmes' biceps. We'll just share 
all our secrets, right, big brother?"


CHAPTER 5

Glen Webster leaned back in his chair. "Yes, honey," 
he told his daughter Michelle, "I'm going to be a 
little late this evening, so you and Jerry go ahead and 
have dinner without me. Oh, nothing in particular. 
There are some briefs I have to go through before I can 
knock off for the day. Mmm-hmm. You know how it is. 
Love you, honey." He put down the telephone.

The briefs he was intending to examine were draped 
across his face. They were filmy black lace, and they 
belonged to his secretary, Becky Newman, who was at 
that moment on her knees behind the desk, easing Glen's 
stiff cock in and out of her warm wet mouth.

He rubbed Becky's panties over his face, relishing the 
fragrant, cunty smell that clung to them. His nostrils 
twitched, remembering the way she tasted -- even better 
than she smelled, if you had to make comparisons -- and 
he leaned further back, arching his dick up into her 
mouth.

Becky looked up, eyes glistening through her glasses. 
Dressed for Success, she didn't look at all like what 
she was -- the hottest piece of pussy in at least two 
states. With the glasses, the bunned hair, the prim 
business suit, she looked like any other thirty-two 
year-old legal secretary. But then she moved her 
tongue around the knob of Glen's stiff prick, and he 
closed his eyes in gratification.

She could suck like nobody's business. She was also a 
damn good legal secretary, but it was her blowjob 
technique that had gotten her hired in the first place. 
He'd handled her divorce, a year and a half ago, and 
he'd taken some of the fee in trade, then offered her a 
fulltime job. Best move he'd ever made.

He touched her hair. It looked mousy and stiff, but it 
felt soft as plush velvet to the touch. He unpinned 
it, letting the long tresses fall around her face. He 
was a sucker for long, silky hair, like any other guy 
who'd come of age during the 60s, and Becky's hair was 
the silkiest imaginable. Touching it was a tactile 
pleasure almost as great as feeling her tongue on his 
cock.

She looked up, her face beaming. She was rather plain, 
at first glance, but she really blossomed when she was 
involved in sex, and there was a satisfaction almost 
incredible in shoving prick into that face of hers.

Glen thrust again, stuffing his cock inside her, and 
she made a gurgling sound along the length of his his 
engorged shaft. It sent ripples of fresh arousal 
through his rod. What would he do without these 
afternoon blowjobs from his hard- sucking secretary?

He pulled her up, and he kissed her, his hands going 
inside her jacket to fondle the curves of her tits. 
They were full and round, very soft and very sensual. 
Her nipples erected, pushing out the cups of her bra, 
and he could feel the hardening as his palms rubbed 
back and forth over her curvy boobs. He began to undo 
her buttons, anxious to get his fingers and his mouth 
upon the bare, smooth flesh of her titties.

She stood up. "You shouldn't lie to your children," 
she told him. "You ought to tell them that you're 
staying late so you can fuck me."

Glen sighed. The only problem with Becky was that she 
was dead-set on making him her second husband. 
Sometimes she was a little pushy about it. Well, shit, 
he could do a lot worse. But his wife had only been 
dead for two years, and he wasn't sure how the kids 
would react to a stepmother. Anyway, when you were 
already getting the milk for free, there was no need to 
buy the cow, was there?

Becky began to peel, the way he liked. She took off 
her jacket, then her blouse. Her bra was black and 
lacy. His favorite. The big round nipples of her tits 
showed through the semi-sheer fabric. He reached for 
her, but she danced away from him, unhooking her skirt 
and letting it slide down her long legs. At five-ten, 
she was nearly as tall as Glen himself. And she was 
mostly legs. He liked that. Fuck, he liked almost 
everything about Becky Newman!

She had no panties under the skirt. He was already 
holding them, sniffing at the pussy scent that clung to 
them. Her snatch was hairy, and she took it in both 
hands, pulling back the hairs to expose her pink gash. 
Instinctively, Glen reached out, but she pirouetted out 
of his range, still holding her cunt open.

"Come here," he ordered. "I'm the boss in this office, 
and I want to fuck you." Becky just laughed, like a 
silver bell, and Glen stood up, his cock jutting nine 
or ten inches from his crotch.

He caught her halfway across the room, and he spun her 
around, bending her halfway over. His mouth covered 
Becky's, and he stuck his tongue inside while his hands 
explored her body.

She was soft in all the places a woman should be soft, 
firm everywhere else. Glen buried his face between her 
40-Ds and blew into her skin. She giggled like a 
schoolgirl. He moved his mouth to the side and got a 
faceful of tit, sucking the nipple into his lips and 
pulling until it went totally hard.

His hand was between her legs, fondling the fluffy 
expanse of her cunt. The inner labes protruded 
dramatically, and his fingertip moved between them, up 
into Becky's wet hole. She made her typical moaning 
sound as he fingered himself into her pussy, and the 
inner walls snugged tight around his finger, pulling 
him deeper still.

He fingerfucked Becky passionately, sliding himself in 
and out of her ever-wetter snatch. He kissed her face, 
her tits, her armpits. She tasted good, no matter 
where his mouth landed. She was an almost 
unanswerable argument for fucking your secretary, he 
decided. And fucking was obviously what both of them 
had in mind. He could tell that by the throbbing 
pulsation of his cock, by the urgent palpitation of her 
pussy around his inserted finger.

She was already undressing him. He wasn't wearing his 
jacket, and his tie was loosened, so she had a head 
start. She yanked the tie loose, threw it across the 
room, then undid his shirt buttons, sticking her hands 
inside and stroking his broad hairy chest. His nipples 
were points of erection and she teased them with her 
fingers.

"I love to play with your tits," she said.

"They're pecs, not tits," he said. "I've told you that 
a thousand times."

Becky leaned down and let her tongue caress a 
pec-point. "It gets hard like a nipple," she smirked. 
Her hands were already down to his belt. She unbuckled 
it, pulling the pants down his long hairy legs. He 
stepped out of them. By that time she was bent over 
and sucking on his dick again. Glen stood there an 
eternal moment, sighing as he fucked his tool in and 
out of her fantastic mouth.

She straightened up, posing like a centerfold in her 
garter belt and black stockings. They looked great 
against her creamy, plush-textured skin. Her tits 
heaved with her breathing, and the nipples were big 
brown gumdrops. Glen pulled her to him and he laid her 
across the top of his desk. Goddamn, he thought, I'm 
going to have to put a bed in here ...

He went down on her furry cunt, spreading the big labes 
wide and exposing the salmon-pink goodies within. She 
had long, fuck-me pussy lips. He pulled them with his 
lips -- pulled her pussy hairs, too, until she moaned 
and wrapped a leg around his head. Her clit was hard 
and pearly, and his tongue went straight to it, teasing 
around the base of the organ in hot knowing slurps 
before it mounted the little pink pinnacle and started 
to lick it crazy.

He screwed a finger into her snatch and fucked her 
while he sucked on her clitoris. She loved it. She 
loved everything. When his finger was really sloppy- 
wet from her cunt, he pushed it down lower, to the tiny 
bud of her asshole. The insertion was a little tight, 
but he got into her, and the yelping whimper she made 
as he pronged her shithole was highly gratifying. He'd 
have something else to shove up her asshole, a little 
bit later. She liked more than a finger up her hiney.

"Fuck me, Glen," she said throatily, reaching for him 
with both hands. She sat up, and he rose with her. 
Becky took hold of his dick, stroking it up and down. 
"You really oughta make an honest woman of me," she 
added. "This desktop is hard on my back."

"Speaking of hard-on," he grinned, and his cock bit 
into her wet, willing cunt. Her eyes rolled over at 
the fierce possessive thrust of his penetration, and 
she made a gasping sound. She put her hands around his 
neck and started to fuck him.

She was tighter than most thirty-two year old women, or 
maybe she just felt tight around Glen's cock, which was 
considerably bigger than the average garden variety 
American prick. Her sucking had fattened him to the 
max, and he had almost ten inches of length to cram up 
her cunt. He crammed it.

Her snatch made sloppy sucking sounds around his dick 
as he worked in and out. She got a little looser with 
each thrust, but she never got looser than snug, and 
Glen liked that a hell of a lot.

He really should be working on his argument for 
tomorrow's trial, but hell, what was the use? It was a 
PD case, and his client was guilty. He'd tried to talk 
the asshole into copping a plea, but the guy refused. 
The best Glen could hope for was three years instead of 
five-to-ten. And it probably wouldn't hurt society a 
whole lot if his client went up for five-to-ten. 
Anyway, he was having a lot more fun with his tool 
shoved up Becky Newman's hot wet pussy.

He picked Becky up, her legs and arms folded around his 
body, and he stood by the desk, showing off a little. 
He held her on his body as if she was a squirrel 
clutching a tree, and he fucked her standing. He was 
in good shape, and he liked to prove it. But his 
calves began to ache, and he turned around, resting his 
own ass on the edge of the desk. Becky kept on riding 
his hard cock, bouncing her cunt up and down his length 
in thirsty, pussy-starved gulps.

He fed on her tits while he fucked her. She smothered 
him with her big 40-D hooters. He'd always had a 
weakness for big soft tits. He bit gently into their 
rounded curves, sucked and licked at the throbbing hard 
nipples, feeling them pulsate and lengthen along his 
lapping tongue.

She pumped pussy at him, grinding her crotch against 
his body to stimulate her clit. Wetness oozed down his 
shaft, matting his hair to Becky's. Her cunt got 
hotter and tighter, pulsating around him, the 
fantastically well-developed muscles sucking thirstily 
on his prick. Jesus, she was one great fuck!

"Ohhhhhh ... " she moaned, her eyes going white. Her 
snatch went into overtime around his tool, and all he 
had to do was give her a constant pressure, a steady 
thrust. She heated in his arms as she climaxed, and 
her twat got wetter than ever, swamping his rod in her 
juicy overflow.

"Now something for me, baby," he told her, easing her 
down off his still- rigid dick. Her eyes were glassy, 
and she swayed where she stood, but she knew what Glen 
wanted, and, to tell the truth, she wanted it too.

She braced her hands on the desk top and wiggled that 
hot round ass at him. Glen dropped to his knees behind 
her, shoving his face up into her crack. He spread the 
big meaty buttocks, exposing her shitter, and he 
started to lick it all around, poking his tongue in and 
out of the dilated opening at irregular intervals. She 
squealed and squirmed and trembled with anticipation.

"Oh, Glen, honey, you give the wildest rimjobs ... "

She didn't do so bad at it herself, but it was his turn 
to give and Becky Newman's turn to get, right now. 
Glen pulled her buttocks wider, spearing his tongue 
into her hole. His saliva glistened on her anal 
opening; her pussy cream was still wet and slimy along 
the length of his prick. It was time, man!

He stood up, rubbing his cock against her butt. 
"Mmm-hmm," she purred, "you know where I want it now, 
baby ... "

He put the wet knob of his big hard dick into her anal 
hollow and he shoved. He'd already had a finger or two 
up her ass, but they were midgets compared to the tool 
he was about to shove into Becky.

There was a sensation of incredible resistance meeting 
his cock, but it was only an illusion. She grunted, 
straining to take him, and he grunted too, straining to 
take her. His cock snout parted her tight assring and 
then he thrust himself inside Becky, filling her 
shitter in one fierce, furious stab.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" she shrieked, beating her fists on the 
desk top. Her body was stiff and tense, but Glen was 
fully buried within her asshole and he was gonna fuck 
her to the finish line!

He'd done very little asshole-fucking before he started 
this thing with Becky. In his younger days, girls 
didn't go much for it. His late wife Margaret had 
never cared for getting poked up the shithole, though 
she let him do it once in a while. Becky Newman 
_loved_ to be buttfucked -- almost as much as she loved 
taking it in the mouth or the snatch.

He stroked her sweaty buttocks as he worked his tool 
around and around inside her, and he could feel the 
excitement bubbling through the pores of her skin. His 
nuts ached, and he knew she wasn't the only one excited 
at having his fat cock-log stuffed up Becky's tailpipe. 

She was loose enough to fuck now, and he started to 
fuck her, doing it hard and without subtlety. The 
ramming repetition of his dick shook her whole body, 
and she was moaning like a bitch in heat. Glen reached 
underneath and cupped her pussy while he banged her 
asshole.

Her clit was still hard. He wetted his fingers in the 
sticky goo that oozed from her snatch, smearing the 
liquid honey onto her love button. The little peanut 
wriggled beneath his fingers. He pinched it 
delicately, and she squealed and whined again, her ass 
swaying from side to side while it ate up the fierce 
thrust of his lust-bloated cock.

"Oh, my ass," she moaned, "you fuck it soooo good, Glen 
honey ... "

She climaxed again, and he leaned down to kiss her over 
a shoulder. Her tongue fucked his mouth like his cock 
had fucked hers, and he kept his dick busy in her 
shitter at the same time, while his fingers continued 
to manipulate her throbbing clitoris. A finger 
penetrated her pussy, stabbing into the convulsing 
tunnel, and he shoved his prick again and again up her 
butt.

Becky collapsed onto the desk top. She was moaning and 
sobbing, in the grip of the grandma of all orgasms. 
"Oh, you bastard," she wept, "you're fucking my asshole 
and making me commmmmme ... "

Glen laughed and stabbed her again, shoving his cock up 
her butt to the max. His nuts were jammed into her 
crack. If he'd had a shoe-horn, he'd have tried to get 
them up her asshole along with the rest of his cock. A 
_crowbar_, maybe. His balls were bloated with jizz, 
big enough to play tennis with, and he was dying to 
squirt. "It's time, Becky," he said, easing his dick 
out of her ass.

She knew what he wanted, and she smiled with the 
orgasmic tears running down her cheeks. There was 
something _so_ gratifying about fucking a woman who was 
in tears from joy. He kissed one salty cheek and 
guided Becky down to the floor. She knelt before him, 
taking his prick in both hands and looking up at him 
with an expression uncomfortably like worship in her 
eyes.

She started on his balls, kissing, licking, sucking. 
Glen winced. His nuts were so bloated they ached at 
the slightest touch of her tongue, but Jesus, it was a 
nice kind of ache! "Don't fuck around, baby," he told 
her. "Get serious. I know you know how."

She did. Her mouth went round and she fed the huge 
knob of his assfucking prick inside. She sucked, not 
caring a shit that he was fresh from her asshole. She 
sucked hard, mouthing his cock in a frenzy, her tongue 
whipping round and round the swollen bulbous glans. He 
shoved a little deeper.

She gagged but she kept on sucking. Depth wasn't her 
talent. Passion was. She'd never had more than four 
inches of his prick in her mouth, but she ate the hell 
out of everything her mouth could hold.

Glen fucked her beaming face, slicking his wet hard rod 
in and out. Becky gulped and moaned and slurped, 
bathing him in a river of drool, velveting his meat 
with her lapping tongue. She hummed and whimpered 
around his prick, and the vibrations sent Glen nearer 
and nearer to the edge.

"Now," he told her hoarsely. "Oh, fuck, baby, you're 
gonna get it now!!!"

She yanked her head backwards, just the point of his 
cock lying atop her fluttering tongue. She held the 
root in her hands, and she gave him one quick jerk.

It was enough. His cum splattered her tongue, 
squirting out of Glen Webster in a never-ending jizz 
river. It flowed across her tongue and she drank it 
down like a glutton, milking every last drop out of his 
dick and then sucking him some more, as if she hoped he 
might find one more load to give her.

He looked down at her, with trickles of his sticky 
white cock-milk dribbling down her chin while she 
licked her lips greedily, and he thought, you know, 
marrying Becky might not be _that_ bad an idea. And 
then he thought, oh, fuck, Webster, don't make your 
life any more complicated than it is!

"Thanks, baby," he told her. "Remind me to give you a 
raise sometime." 

Becky leaned back, cupping her big sweet tits. The 
nipples were still pebble-hard, and she leaned down 
toward one of them. From her mouth she let drip a 
slimy gob of Glen's sperm, falling onto the brown cap 
of a stiff nip. She looked up at him, winked, and then 
licked the stuff off her tit.

"Oh," she said, glancing up at his twitching cock, "I 
think I'm giving _you_ a raise right now, aren't I, 
boss?"

She stood up, turning to the side so that her tits 
looked even more impressive. "Why don't we close up 
shop for the day and adjourn to my place, Glen? I'd 
like to do it on a bed at least once today ... "

What the hell? he thought. The kids knew he was going 
to be late, and there was plenty of time for another 
fuck with delicious, big-jugged Becky Newman. And she 
usually got a little nasty the second time around. His 
eyes brightened, and his prick gave a telltale twitch.


CHAPTER 6

Renée Morgan wasn't entirely sure why she'd said yes. 
For one thing, she hadn't expected Jerry Webster to 
ever want to see her or be with her again, after the 
delicious teasing she'd given him yesterday. But who 
could figure guys? Some of them came back again and 
again, confident she'd bend over and spread 'em, _this_ 
time, for sure.

And anyway, it was too nice a summer day to stay at 
home. A picnic in the country sounded like just the 
ticket, yeah.

Not that much was likely to happen. It was a foursome. 
Jerry's friend Kyle, who wasn't nearly as big a hunk as 
he seemed to think he was, had come along, and 
surprise, surprise, Kyle's date was Jerry's kid sister 
Michelle. Odd to be dragging an eighth-grader along on 
an outing for the big kids, and odder still that a 
college freshman like Kyle would even be fooling with 
anyone that young.

Renée hadn't paid much attention to the Webster girl, 
who used to be a pint-sized lardo, and she was a bit 
surprised to see that Michelle had dropped a lot of 
weight and was looking like a potential cute little 
number. Big blue eyes, perky round tits, lots of leg 
for her size. She could be competition someday.

But the day promised to be strictly G-rated, unless 
maybe Renée was able to lure Jerry off into the bushes 
and tease his nuts blue again. Yeah, she thought, I 
might give that a try ...

***

Michelle had been a little unsure about telling her 
brother just who had busted her cherry and introduced 
her to the big world of cock. She'd fucked him two 
more times and then confessed. Maybe he was just worn 
out, but he hadn't been all that pissed off, which left 
Michelle pretty relieved. She had suggested inviting 
Kyle over for a threesome, but that wasn't a good idea, 
with Dad liable to come home any time.

And then Jerry told his sister what had happened to him 
that afternoon, and why he'd come in with such a boner. 
Michelle could hardly believe that Renée had busted her 
brother's balls. "The cunt!" she said. "We oughta get 
her for that!" And everything else had flowed as 
naturally as the Osage River.

***

Renée lay back on the blanket, sipping at her beer. 
Kyle and Michelle were dancing in the grass. Michelle 
had some good moves. Jerry was lying beside nibbling 
at a sandwich. What really pissed off Renée was that 
he had paid her almost no attention at all. She wasn't 
used to being ignored.

"Jerry," she cooed, sliding over to him and rubbing her 
tits against his shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra, 
and her nips were hard and pointy, the way they nearly 
always were. He couldn't miss the feel of them on his 
skin. "You wanna dance with me?"

"Nah," he said. She laid her head on his shoulder and 
she put her hand on his chest. Her lips began to work 
on his ear -- tentatively, then more aggressively. Her 
hand inched its way down his chest. She wasn't going 
to do anything as gross as grabbing his dick while his 
little sister was dancing, not five feet away, but she 
intended to remind Jerry Webster that Renée Morgan, 
100% girl and the object of many of his deepest 
desires, was lying beside him and inclined to a bit of 
friskiness.

The song on the radio was a slow one now, and Renée 
glanced up to see that Kyle had taken little Michelle 
into his arms. He was close-dancing with her, and it 
was obvious the kid was no beginner, the way her body 
arched and moved into Kyle's. Renée wondered if 
Jerry's kid sister had ever been fucked. Renée 
certainly had, by the time she was Michelle's age.

Now Kyle was kissing her, his hands low down her body, 
cupping the small but uplifted cheeks of Michelle's 
ass. Her legs were twining around his, and they were 
dancing in place, just swaying to the rhythm. Jerry 
watched placidly, hardly paying attention. Renée felt 
as if she were watching Patrick Swayze and Jennifer 
Grey in _Dirty Dancing_, again, and she felt that same 
warmth in her crotch that she'd felt every time she saw 
the movie.

"Let's go for a walk or something," she whispered into 
Jerry's ear, punctuating the suggestion with a firm, 
insistent nibble. Her hand was just above his belt 
buckle and she worked it in slow, lazy circles, the 
fingertips dancing delicately on the front of his 
t-shirt.

She looked up again, and she almost shit her pants. 
Kyle was pulling up on Michelle Webster's top, up and 
over her head! The small gamin-like girl stood there 
bare-titted, still swaying with the music from the 
radio. Kyle eased back, and the outline of his hard 
cock was obvious inside his jeans. Michelle grabbed at 
it, and Kyle humped himself into her groping hand.

Renée looked at Jerry, who was as placid-faced as ever. 
He didn't seem to mind that his kid sister was getting 
rather personal with his best friend, in front of him. 
shrugged. Who could figure?

Now Kyle was taking Michelle's shorts off. She wasn't 
wearing any panties. Kyle thrust his hand between her 
legs, his finger sawing back and forth through her 
little puff of pussy hair. She squeezed her thighs 
together around his hand, trapping it there, and she 
was using both hands on the bulge in his pants. It got 
bigger and bigger. Oh, shit, Renée thought. I think 
he's gonna fuck her in front of me and Jerry!

"Let's give them a little privacy, huh, Jer?" she 
suggested, her fingers scratching at his belly. He 
didn't answer.

Michelle was unzipping Kyle's pants and yanking his 
cock out. He had a big one, Renée noticed immediately, 
though it wasn't as big as the one Jerry had sprouted 
yesterday when she teased his balls purple. Michelle's 
hand slinked around the big guy's dick, stroking it up 
and down. They seemed caught up in themselves, as if 
they had completely forgotten that Renée and Jerry were 
watching.

"Mmm, it's so hard," Michelle purred, dropping to her 
knees. She began to lick Kyle's cock, slipping the 
knob in and out of her lips between long, sweeping 
tongue-glides up and down the jutting shaft.

Renée's hand had slid lower. It was resting on the 
front of Jerry's pants now, and she could feel his tool 
inside. He started to grow beneath her fingers, his 
meat enlarging, pulsating as it erected. She patted 
his bulging bologna and she kept kissing his ear, his 
neck, his cheek, while her hard-nippled tits continued 
to press insistently against his arm.

Renée Morgan was getting hot. She'd never actually 
watched anyone having sex in front of her before. (She 
didn't count her dad's porno tapes, which weren't, 
like, real people anyway.) You know, she told herself, 
it's _just_ possible I might break down and give ol' 
Jerry a piece this afternoon.

She rubbed up against him, even more insistently, and 
she squeezed her thighs together in a delicious warm 
pressure on her pussy. She could feel the wetness 
beginning to ooze from her crack, into the fur of her 
cunt, and it was a nice feeling. 

Under her probing hand, his cock was growing -- fast. 
She wondered if she ought to unzip it, take him out. 
But goddamn him, he wasn't paying her one fucking bit 
of attention!

Kyle worked Michelle's tits while the small, cute teen 
blew his cock in horny, hungry gulps. Michelle was 
pretty good, conceded -- maybe better than Renée 
herself when it came to sucking a cock. She ate as if 
she really enjoyed it, as if she was getting a deep 
personal pleasure from that prick sliding in and out of 
her lips. Her tongue was busy, and her hollowed-in 
cheeks showed the intensity of her cocksucking.

Michelle's nipples were pebble-hard, and Kyle's fingers 
rolled them round and round. She swayed on her knees, 
deepthroating his cock in a style that took Renée's 
breath away.

The kid was about as big as a tadpole but when she took 
a deep breath, she inhaled the entire length -- eight 
inches, easy -- of Kyle's dick, and her lips worried 
round and round at the very base of the thrusting cock. 
Renée gulped, imagining her own mouth and throat 
crammed full of big hard dick, and she was glad she was 
lying down, because she felt pretty goddamn 
lightheaded.

Hardly aware she'd done it, Renée became aware that 
she'd stuck her hand down the front of Jerry's pants. 
She had a fistful of his totally erect cock and she was 
squeezing it rhythmically, feeling it pulsate in 
aroused response. She took her hand out, then undid 
his belt buckle, pulled down the front of his jeans, 
his shorts. His rod thrust free, and she took hold of 
it again, masturbating him with a growing interest, a 
building involvement.

When she looked at Kyle and Michelle again, they had 
changed position completely. Now Michelle was lying on 
her back, her knees up, and Kyle was on his belly, face 
down in her teenaged pussy. She pressed her thighs in 
against his head, trapping him in her cuntal heat, and 
she yanked on his ears while he sucked her snatch. 
"Mmmmm, eat me, baby," she giggled, her voice almost 
baby-soft.

Renée watched in near shock. Her fist was full of 
Jerry's throbbing cock, but he was not paying her the 
slightest attention. Yesterday he'd acted as if he'd 
be happy to eat a yard of her shit just to see the hole 
it came out of, and today he didn't seem to notice that 
she was gripping possessively at his bulging hard-on.

And, God, what a hard-on! His dick had gotten enormous 
inside her fist. She could feel the rapid pulsation up 
and down his shaft, but his face was stoic and 
impassive, as if he wasn't aware that he had anything 
below his chin.

Kyle's face lifted from Michelle Webster's pussy. He 
picked a hair off his tongue and he slid upward, 
between her spread legs. Right there, in front of God 
and everybody, he mounted the girl and slipped her 
eight inches of stiff prick. Michelle moaned as his 
tool sank home into her cunt and she wrapped her legs 
around him, her hands sliding up and down his back 
while she writhed and whimpered and fucked her little 
heart out beneath Kyle.

He fucked her hard, driving his cock deep into the 
girl's eager young pussy. Renée watched his ass quiver 
as he rammed his tool home, and she heard herself 
moaning in unison with Michelle. Hardly aware of what 
she was doing, she put her other hand -- the one that 
wasn't full of Jerry Webster's peter -- down between 
her legs, stroking the crotch of her shorts and the 
equally hot cunt that lurked just inside.

Her hand jerked harder at Jerry's cock. She squeezed 
it firmly, feeling the rapid pulsation of lust in his 
meat. She could almost smell the funky aroma of sex, 
permeating the air around her. Her mouth covered 
Jerry's. He remained blasé. His lips parted, to 
accept the thrust of her tongue, and he sucked it 
languidly when it came into his mouth, but that was 
all.

"Oh, baby," she whispered into his mouth, "I think I'm 
getting kind of horny ... "

"So am I," Jerry told her, and he wiggled out from 
beneath . He stood up, and she looked up at his 
thrusting cock, where it jutted proud and hard from his 
undone fly.

Yes, she thought, I'm gonna suck that thing! She 
reached for it, where he stood beside her, but he 
stepped to the right, and then he was gone, out of 
reach, and she watched in total shock as he marched 
over to where Kyle was fucking his kid sister in the 
grass.

"Oh, baby!" Michelle giggled, looking up at her 
brother. "You got something for me too?" And she 
reached up, taking his hard dick in her hand.

Renée's jaw dropped to the ground. Holy fucking shit! 
she told herself, not believing what she saw.

Her pussy full of Kyle's ramming peter, Michelle yanked 
downward on her brother's prick, bringing it to within 
reach of her lips. Jerry squatted, and Michelle began 
to suck the bulging tip of his cock.

"Hey," Renée said in a thin high-pitched voice, "what 
about me?"

Jerry looked over his shoulder. "What about you, 
cunt?" he said. "When I want a fucking tease, I'll 
look you up. Right now, I want some action."

He thrust his cock down into his sister's mouth. That 
was the most shocking part of all, to Renée. This girl 
was Jerry's goddamn sister, for Chrissake! And he was 
fucking her in the mouth, shoving his tool down her 
throat while she giggled and moaned and sucked up 
everything he had!


CHAPTER 7

Michelle Webster could hardly keep from laughing out 
loud. For years she'd envied Renée's sexiness and 
allure, and now here she was, getting fucked by two 
guys while Renée sat watching with a slack jaw. She 
sucked hard on her brother's cock, relishing the hot 
meaty taste of his meat, while Kyle's dick rammed 
repeatedly into Michelle's pussy.

She was sopping wet inside, and each stroke only made 
her that much wetter. Even if she hadn't been showing 
off in front of Renée, she'd have been in seventh 
heaven, taking prick at both ends of her body 
simultaneously. And to think that she'd been cherry as 
a pie until just yesterday ...

There was no disguising the sensations that ran through 
Renée Morgan. Under her loose top, her nipples were 
hard and hot. There was a tingling in her crotch and 
she couldn't keep her hands away. She stroked herself, 
masturbating her pussy through her shorts and feeling 
the warmth flood through her whole body.

Okay, she was sexually aroused. Her fingers pressed 
against her crotch, and her pussy throbbed in response. 
She watched as Jerry Webster fed his tool into his 
sister's thirsty mouth, she watched as Kyle pronged his 
own dick home, stab after stab, into Michelle's cunt.

Renée rose onto her knees. She pulled her top up and 
over, baring her big round tits in one fluid motion. 
"Hey, guys," she said, cupping her boobs and jiggling 
them in offertory. They didn't even look at her!

Michelle was on her hands and knees now, shoving her 
tail in the direction of Kyle's onrushing cock. She 
gave a deep, soulful groan each time the prick filled 
her pussy, but the tonality of the sound was a little 
muffled by the thickness of her brother's cock filling 
her thirsty mouth. Jerry sat on the grass, stroking 
his sister's head as she ate him. Christ, Renée 
thought, they look like a fucking circus act or 
something!

But it was an incredible sight, and the older girl 
shivered despite the summer warmth. She was still 
holding her tits, and almost without realizing it, she 
began to work the nipples, making them harder, bigger.

Her thighs were squeezed together, and she rocked where 
she sat, a constant grinding pressure exerting itself 
against her snatch. The crotch of her shorts was 
showing a damp stain, though she couldn't see it and 
wasn't aware.

But Jerry Webster could see it, and he nodded in 
satisfaction. "I want some pussy too, Mitch," he told 
his sister, lifting her face from his dick. She 
disencunted Kyle's cock and backed down onto her 
brother's lap, her thighs spread, her pussy pulled open 
for the upthrust entry of his stiff hard tool.

Renée jerked a little in shock, seeing Michelle 
actually _fuck_ her brother. She was licking her lips 
though she didn't know it, and her eyes were focused on 
the spot where Jerry's rigid rod split through the 
tight pink ring of Michelle's cuntal mouth, burrowing 
into his sister's juicy hole.

Michelle bounced up and down, riding Jerry hard. She 
moaned a lot, and there was no question she was having 
a fucking good time. Her eyes were closed, and she 
swayed back and forth, her pussy eating every inch of 
Jerry's cock.

She came down on him fiercely, possessively, swallowing 
his tool to the nuts and grinding down upon his balls. 
Jerry's hands were all over her slim firm body. He 
squeezed her tits until the nipples stood up an inch 
long, and he moved his fingers down to play her clit 
while they fucked.

Kyle stood up, with his own prick standing out long 
enough to hang a flag from. He stroked himself, 
looking down at Michelle and Jerry, fucking in the 
grass, and then he looked at Renée.

"Like what you're seeing, baby?" He winked, and the 
dark-haired girl averted her eyes in embarrassment. 
She had both hands inside her shorts now, and she was 
eagerly massaging her own pussy, imagining that she was 
the one riding Jerry Webster's cock.

Kyle fed his tool to Michelle, who sucked it hungrily. 
She dug her fingers into his asscheeks. Kyle began to 
thrust hard, in and out of her wet, widelipped mouth. 
She got a finger into his asscrack and tickled his 
shitter. He yelped and the point of his prick slipped 
out of Michelle, slapping salaciously at her face.

Her mouth went down the shaft to nip his balls. Kyle 
went up onto tiptoes as Michelle's finger pronged 
straight up his asshole, and when she got his prick 
inside her mouth again, he fucked her face like a man 
possessed.

Renée stood up, the unbuttoned shorts sliding down her 
legs. She stepped out of them and hurried over to 
where Jerry, Kyle, and Michelle were fucking. "Can I 
play too?" she asked.

"I thought you just liked to tease," Jerry panted, 
ramming his sister's cunt with his tool.

"Sometimes," Renée confessed, "but sometimes I put out, 
too. And I think this is one of those times ... "

Michelle felt ten feet tall. She'd devised the whole 
plan, and it was working just the way she'd hoped. 
"Put out for this," she told Renée, aiming Kyle's prick 
at the other girl's face.

Renée dropped, her mouth open in a redlipped oval, and 
Kyle rammed straight into it. Michelle gave him a 
fingerjab up the ass, and he got a little aggressive 
with Renée.

He held her face in his hands, and he did a James 
Brown, swinging it all and fucking for blood. She 
gagged as he filled her mouth with his rod, but she 
didn't stop sucking his cock, not even when she was 
choking. Kyle held her by the ears and fed her all she 
could take, and then some.

Michelle climaxed suddenly, going nova atop her 
brother's cock. Jerry held her tight and kept on 
fucking. She could feel the bloated lust of his prick 
and she knew he wanted to squirt her full of his hot 
thick cum, but she knew how much he wanted to get his 
dick up Renée Morgan, too, and she slid off him. His 
tool gave a thrust or two into the air.

"Get her," she told him. "Get Renée! That's what you 
want, right, stud?"

Renée was still blowing Kyle when Jerry patted her 
cheek with his cock. Her eyes got big as she stared 
down the length of Jerry's shaft. Her lips were still 
pursed around the knobby point of Kyle's tool, but the 
big purple eye of Jerry's cock head, dripping bubbles 
of watery cum, stared back at her, and she reached up, 
taking his meat in hand.

"Suck it," Michelle whispered, coming around to Renée's 
side. "Suck my brother's big fat dick! It tastes 
_really_ good, and I bet he'd love to shoot a thick 
load on that tongue of yours!"

Michelle moved behind Renée, her hands on the other 
girl's waist. She guided, pushed a little. Renée had 
released Kyle's tool now, and she was holding Jerry's 
in both hands. She stared intensely at the engorged, 
blood-red glans, ran her thumbs across his bulging 
cum-vein. She said "Oh, Jesus ... " 

She stroked it up and down, making a little more of the 
precum ooze from his piss slit. Her face moved 
forward, tongue extending. She let the precum drip 
onto her tongue, and then she started to lick Jerry.

She washed him with her tongue, tasting Michelle's 
pussy juice though she didn't know what it was. She 
only registered that his dick tasted _delicious_!

"I wish I'd done this yesterday," she confessed between 
slurps at his rod.

"You're not the only one," Jerry panted.

Michelle's fingers were delicately, tentatively 
exploring the texture of Renée's skin. She'd never 
touched another girl's body, and she found the 
sensation rather exciting. Heat radiated through 
Renée's pores, warming Michelle's hands. The younger 
girl slid one hand downward, into Renée's patch of 
pussyhair, while the other came up to stroke the 
underside of a big smooth soft tit.

Michelle pushed her face forward, over Renée's 
shoulder. She pressed her lips against the other 
girl's skin, tasting the sweat, the excitement. Her 
fingers rolled a hardened nipple, traced the dripping 
line of a simmering pussycrack. She felt the swollen 
pecan of Renée's clit, and she frigged it 
instinctively, the way she'd have strummed her own. In 
Michelle's embrace and still sucking Jerry's dick, 
Renée vibrated responsively.

Kyle was still fisting his cock but it was clear that 
he was eager to get back into the game. As Michelle 
continued to caress and arouse Renée, Kyle stooped, 
bringing his prick within reach of the younger girl's 
lips.

She kissed the knob, tasting the cummy flavor of his 
sperm. His cock and balls were bloated with the stuff, 
and the surplus was leaking from his piss slit. 
Michelle sipped it from him and then she took him 
inside her mouth for some real sucking while her hands 
remained busy on Renée.

The two girls sucked in unison, their mouths full of 
aroused teenage boy cock. Their eyes met, and both of 
them giggled around their hot lunches, and without a 
word, they drew heads back and switched pricks for a 
moment.

Renée's eyes sparkled lasciviously. She smacked Kyle's 
tool, then released it. Michelle let go of her 
brother's rod and she stared into Renée's eyes for an 
instant. And then the two girls pressed their mouths 
together, wet lip smeared upon wet lip, each tasting 
the other's tongue and cock-breath.

They forgot all about cocks in that moment. Renée lay 
back, and Michelle dominated her mouth, while her hands 
explored the plush contours of the older girl's prone 
body. She crooked her finger, stuffed it up Renée's 
twat. Inside, Renée's was slick and wet and hot, pussy 
tightness that engulfed Michelle's finger, fucked it in 
and out of herself.

Michelle eased down, making for Renée's tits. She took 
a nipple in her lips and pulled it, tasting sweat and 
heat, the doughy softness of the tit like a pillow 
against her face.

She glanced up, and Jerry was squatted over Renée's 
face, feeding her his dick again. Renée's tongue 
slurped up and down the shaft as it moved in and out of 
her round, willing mouth.

Kyle put his hands on Michelle's butt. She was on her 
knees, face down on Renée's body, her ass sticking up. 
The target was too inviting for Kyle to ignore. He 
pressed the clublike bulb of his prick against 
Michelle's gash and shoved home, filling the young teen 
in one hot hard thrust.

Michelle gasped at the sweet satisfaction of his 
thrust. "Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fucking fuuuuck 
me!!!"

She was pounding Renée's pussy with her middle finger, 
stabbing in and out, rubbing the underside of her hand 
on the other girl's clit, and her lips were busy on the 
big spongy tits. Every thrust Kyle gave her with his 
cock she relayed to Renée with her finger.

The taste of hot horny girlflesh was unbelievably 
exciting to Michelle, almost as exciting as the cocks 
the two boys had brought to the afternoon's games, and 
it was one thing she hadn't planned on at all! Coming 
on to Renée had been totally spontaneous on Michelle's 
part. But it was too late to stop now, even if she'd 
wanted to. Mmmm, she didn't want to stop!

Jerry said "Oh, fucking shit!!!" in a hoarse, pinched 
voice, and Michelle looked up instinctively. Her blue 
eyes got enormous. Jerry was just dumping his load! 
He had his dick in his hand and he was milking the 
shaft rapidly, while splatters of thick white jizz 
squirted from him, down onto Renée's face.

The dark-haired girl bathed in the spray of sperm, 
lapping at the globs that splashed her, rubbing the 
stuff into her skin like cold cream. Her tongue 
fluttered, and she reached eagerly for Jerry's tool, 
pulling it down and into her mouth. Her cheeks 
hollowed and she siphoned the rest of his cum from his 
prick.

"God, I never swallow!" she said, realizing what she 
had done. By that time, Michelle had climbed upwards 
and was licking Jerry's scum from Renée's lips and 
cheeks and nose.

"You do now," she laughed, and their mouths met in a 
cum-sharing kiss.

Kyle was still pounding hard, his cock stuffed to the 
balls in Michelle's cunt. She was tight but she was 
willing. His prick reamed her pussy and she wiggled 
her ass to beg for more.

He came out of her suddenly, and then his cock came 
shoving into the middle of the kiss that Renée and 
Michelle were sharing. Cum was already squirting from 
his rod. The girls separated their mouths and let him 
come between them, and the sticky, salty fluid gushed 
onto their tongues, their lips. They shared it all.

"What are you guys doing to me, anyway?" Renée asked, 
giggling nervously. "I mean, I'm no Mother Teresa, but 
I'm not usually as slutty as this. Oooh, God, it was 
so much fun, though!"

Jerry looked at his watch. "Is your mom expecting you 
home by three today, Renée?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm not on the time clock, baby."

"Well," he said, putting his hand on one of the tits 
that had driven him fuck-crazy yesterday, "why don't we 
find out if you can get a little sluttier?"

"Jesus," Renée purred, stroking the hand that caressed 
her tit, "I think you must be a mind-reader or 
something, Webster!"


CHAPTER 8

Michelle leaned back, in Kyle's arms, watching her 
brother and Renée getting personal with each other. To 
be honest, she felt just a little bit jealous, though 
she knew that was silly.

After all, Jerry didn't get his nuts in a wringer when 
Michelle got nasty with Kyle, did he? Still, as she 
watched Jerry's cock hardening up again, inside Renée's 
hand, along the gliding lustful strokes of her tongue, 
she couldn't help thinking, I oughta be the one doing 
that ...

But by that time, Kyle was fondling Michelle's pussy, 
and the lips opened for his fingers like an orchid 
blooming under the tropic sun, and his fingertip moved 
into her sticky, smooth-fleshed cunt crease.

He soaked his finger in her snatch, then rubbed the 
wetness onto her clit. Mmmm, that felt good! A 
soothing sense of contentment rippled through Michelle. 
She opened her legs. "You could do it faster with your 
tongue," she suggested in a naughty voice.

Kyle moved around and went down on the girl. It was 
clear he liked eating her pussy, and just as clear that 
she liked being eaten. He peeled back the puffy labes 
and exposed the salmon-pink richness within, his tongue 
sliding in and out of her. She arched her back, urging 
her cunt up to meet his face, and he met her more than 
halfway, his face burrowing into the steamy tangle of 
damp pussy fur and tingling girl flesh.

He licked up and down the interior of her thighs, 
hitting spots Michelle had never realized were so 
ticklish and responsive. She giggled, running her 
fingers through his hair. He slid halfway around, 
bringing his cock within reach of her hand.

The big load he'd fired into Renée's and Michelle's 
mouths, not fifteen minutes ago, had seemingly shrunk 
his peter to a permanent limpness, but Michelle could 
feel the gristle within his noodle, and the more she 
stroked him, the more gristly he became. She glanced 
around, to his crotch. Five inches and rising.

Over by the tree, on the blanket amid the remnants of 
the picnic lunch, Jerry was finally fucking Renée 
Morgan, getting what she'd tricked him out of 
yesterday. Michelle sighed, watching her brother's ass 
rise and fall, his cock making squishy sounds as it 
thrust again and again into Renée's dripping cunt.

Beneath him, Renée was moaning and whining. She had 
her knees up high, lifting her snatch toward his 
oncoming cock, and he plunged deep and hard. He fucked 
her slowly, getting her rather tight cunt accustomed to 
the big meat of his cock. "You're a fucking Goliath," 
Renée kept gasping. "Oh, Jesus, Jer, I wish to hell I 
had fucked you crazy yesterday!"

Jerry didn't say anything. He just fucked her. All 
those years of lusting after this ripe bitch had 
finally paid off, and it was everything he had ever 
dreamed it could be.

Renée was clearly getting orgasmic. "Fuck me hard, 
now," she told Jerry. "Ram me full of that fucking 
dick, big stuff! Make me come all over your cock!"

Kyle, meanwhile, had his tongue about eight inches up 
Michelle's pussy, or so it felt to the overexcited teen 
girl. She fisted his cock more eagerly, her heart 
pounding in rhythm with the pulsation that throbbed 
inside Kyle's tool. She was going to squirt in his 
face, and she hoped to fuck he would repay the 
compliment, but she was growing itchy and antsy for the 
bite of his prick, ramming into her aroused cunt just 
one more time.

Jerry was bulldozing Renée now, stabbing home and 
rolling his belly against her uplifted cunt. Her clit 
was afire, and her pussy walls rippled around him. Her 
eyes were shut, and she was moaning like a bitch, just 
beginning to orgasm.

"Yesssssss ... " The cry rumbled from her throat, an 
octave deeper than her normal voice, as if it were 
coming from the very pit of her ovaries.

Jerry fucked his cock straight into her orgasm, working 
off all the frustration she'd caused him yesterday. It 
was no time now for smooth gentle screwing. He rammed 
her like a Sherman tank, hitting the bottom of her 
cuntal sheath with each thrust. Renée almost buckled 
beneath him, but she kept on coming her guts out, and 
then Jerry went stiff atop her, his cock shoved 
completely up her snatch, and he began to squirt his 
seed into her boiling lust.

Just watching, from ten feet away, Michelle Webster 
found herself sharing vicariously in the emotions that 
were sweeping through her brother and the big- titted 
Renée. Well, not exactly vicarious! She was fisting 
Kyle's dick and impaling her own cunt on his questing 
tongue.

"Fuck me right now," she told Kyle, yanking on his 
hair. "Fuck me right goddamn now!!!"

Jerry's cock was just coming out of Renée's snatch, his 
ocean of jizz leaking from her crack, as Kyle mounted 
Michelle. She turned around at the last moment, 
offering him her pussy from the rear, and he barreled 
into the tight little hole, his hands working her 
thighs while he banged her with his cock. He used her 
legs as if she were a wheelbarrow, and he made plenty 
of forward progress with his prick, burying it in 
Michelle time after time.

She fucked him just as exuberantly, knowing that her 
brother and his date were watching, hoping that they 
were as excited by the watching as she had been when 
they were screwing each other blind. She was glad they 
were pretty far out in the country, on a side road of a 
side road, with no one around to hear her scream, 
because she fucking felt like screaming her guts out!

"How do you like your little fuck party, Michelle???" 
Kyle panted. "Is it working out like you planned, 
baby?"

"Is it ever," the girl groaned, writhing as his tool 
pinned and repinned her. The knob burrowed into her 
womb, rooting around like a hog digging truffles, and 
she exploded. Her orgasm sucked him up her snatch, 
half spat him out, then gobbled his cock home again. 
All Kyle had to do was hang on and stay hard. Her cunt 
would do all the rest, by God!

He hung on, and he stayed hard, and she milked him with 
her churning pussy. Her muscles siphoned the jizz out 
of Kyle's prick, brought it squirting and gushing into 
her cavern. Fire in the hole!!!

"Yeah," Michelle said, "I think it's working out okay 
.. "

***

The guys went off to take a leak. Why they were so shy 
about pissing in front of their dates, neither Renée 
nor Michelle could figure out. The two girls stretched 
out on the blanket, talking a little, but mostly just 
looking at each other in a curious way.

"I never fooled around with another girl," Michelle 
said. "But there was just something about you," 
Michelle went on. "I wondered if your skin felt as 
soft and smooth as it looked."

She put her fingertip on Renée's thigh, just above the 
knee. She was looking up into the tangle of 
jizz-smeared pussyfur, at the deep red gash that showed 
amid the hairs. Jerry's cum was just beginning to dry 
in a starchy crust on Renée's cunt.

"Does it?" Renée asked, touching Michelle's wrist. 
"Does it feel that soft and smooth?"

Michelle nodded, rising to her knees. She looked 
deeply into Renée's dark eyes and her face moved 
closer. She knew she was going to kiss the other girl 
again, and that they were probably going to do 
something more than just kissing.

Their mouths met. Renée seemed a little shy at the 
first touch, but her lips parted, and Michelle tasted 
the tip of her friend's tongue. She opened her own 
mouth and expanded the horizons quickly.

Renée cupped Michelle's small round tits, grinding down 
upon the pebble- hard nipples until they seemed to burn 
against her palms. Michelle's hands were also itchy 
for tit, and she had about twice as much of Renée's to 
grab hold of. She wrapped both hands around one of the 
older girl's big hooters and worked it till the flesh 
quivered, the nipple rose to a fattened lustful gumdrop 
of erection.

She was about to go down on Renée's tits, but the older 
girl said, "No, baby, it's my turn to do you ... "

Michelle leaned back, lifting her chest to Renée's 
mouth, and she sighed as the older girl began to lick 
and kiss her tingling nipples. They'd been kissed a 
lot in the last couple of days, but there was something 
extra sexy and special about the way Renée did it. 
Maybe it was the lipstick smears she left around the 
tiny pink buds. Whatever it was, Michelle loved the 
fuck out of it.

Renée moved her mouth downward, onto Michelle's tummy. 
She rimmed the navel in a very sly and knowing fashion, 
smirking up at Michelle when the little blonde made 
ooohhheee noises.

Her hand caressed the younger girl's still-aroused 
pussy. A finger delicately traced the almost virginal 
shyness of Michelle's crack, parting the lips at last 
and easing into the slick smooth trench.

It teased the tight tiny mouth, slipping in and out 
like the dart of a hummingbird. God, Renée thought, 
could a cunt as tight as this one have actually fucked 
Kyle's and Jerry's oversized dicks? But she'd seen 
Michelle with a pussyful of peter, and that was no 
optical illusion, even though the girl felt totally 
cherry to her wondering finger.

Renée had never eaten a pussy before. She'd fooled 
around a little, when she was rather younger and just 
beginning to fledge sexually, but she'd never been 
particularly interested in other girls. It was a lot 
more fun to tease guys.

Well, she was starting to think her tease days might be 
almost over, and she found herself extremely interested 
in the pussy of this incredible young girl. Her lips 
eased downward, into the upper edge of Michelle's pussy 
bush. She could smell the funky scent of aroused, 
excited cunt, and her mouth began to water.

She stared at the pussy, eye to eye. She'd never seen 
one, not even her own, at such a revealing angle. 
Christ, it was gorgeous! No wonder guys were so 
anxious to get into them! It looked fucking edible!

Renée knew a lot about pussy licking. Guys who didn't 
lick hers never got a second chance. She knew what 
felt good to her, and she would bet her left tit that 
Michelle Webster would like exactly the same things. 
She extended her tongue and licked up and down the 
crack, in a slow, sensuous glide, while her fingers 
peeled back the upper end of the gash and exposed the 
hard little clit.

She squeezed at the clitoral base with the edges of her 
thumbs, teasing it, tickling it like a pimple. It grew 
just like a pimple emerging from its pore, the pearly 
pink tip rising, rising, its flesh glistening as if it 
were already wet. In a moment, her tongue made sure 
that it was wet.

Renée sucked at the burgeoning clitoris, leaving 
lipstick rings all over the pink pearl. Michelle 
whimpered like a whipped dog, squeezing her little tits 
and pinching almost savagely at the hardened nipples. 
That made her feel good, too!

"Suck my pussy," she moaned, "oh suck my goddamn 
pussy!"

Renée did more than suck. She fingerfucked the hole, 
wedging two fingers into the unbelievably tight cunt 
and slicking them in and out. The more she sucked on 
Michelle's clit, the wetter the cunt became, but it 
stayed deliciously tight and it quivered with an 
equally delicious sexual response. Renée's own pussy 
was getting plenty damn wet, and she thought she could 
match Michelle, quiver for tingle.

"Will you fucking look at that?" Kyle told Jerry, 
stopping short as they came out of the woods. "I don't 
believe this! Look at them!"

Jerry didn't say anything. It was weird, watching his 
sister being eaten by his date. Weird, even if he had 
blasted both their pretty faces with his cum, rammed 
both their hot twats full of his ramrod dick. Speaking 
of ramrod -- he looked down and saw that his tool was 
beginning to harden all over again. He smiled. A 
glance told him that Kyle was reacting to the sight as 
well.

"Let's just watch a second," he suggested. "See how 
nasty they get. And then maybe we'll get nasty, too."

***

Michelle bubbled into a frothy come, all over her new 
best friend's face. She squeezed Renée's head between 
her thighs, pulling the dark-haired girl into full 
mouth/pussy contact, and she squealed and whined and 
creamed. As the heat began to ebb, she pulled Renée's 
upward, kissing her juices off the other girl's mouth, 
and she said, "Now I'm going to do it to you!!!"

***

Kyle and Jerry watched from the trees as the two girls 
moved into the 69 position. "Jesus," Kyle said, "I 
never thought I'd live to see anything like that in 
real life! I thought it was something they only did in 
fuck movies! C'mon, pal, I need a closer look at this!" 

The guys squatted beside the two girls, eyeing their 
every move. Michelle became aware that they had 
company, but she was too far gone to feel embarrassed. 
Renée was atop her, grinding cunt into Michelle's face, 
and Michelle's tongue lapped through the fur and into 
the snatch, tickling the hole into feeding her sweet 
hot creamy goodness.

Renée was eating Michelle again, and the younger girl 
was certain she would have another orgasm before this 
kinky encounter ended. Mmmm, she could hardly wait! 
The older girl fucked Michelle with her tongue, and 
with her fingers, and Michelle paid her back, stroke 
for stroke and lick for lick. They seemed to respond 
to all the same stimuli, which made the process a lot 
more fun.

Jerry stroked his date's asscheeks while she fucked his 
sister's face. He slid his finger downward, onto the 
crack of her cunt, poking it into Renée alongside 
Michelle's lapping tongue. He went deep into his girl, 
screwing his finger around and around, then stuck the 
finger into Michelle's mouth so she could suck it 
clean.

He eyed the curves of Renée's ass, the spread of her 
crotch as she straddled Michelle's head. The tiny 
pucker of her asshole caught his attention. He soaked 
his finger in her cunt again, and he rubbed the juices 
onto her anus. Leaning down, he licked her there, 
tickling salaciously.

"You dirty bugger!" Renée squealed. "What are you 
doing?"

Jerry licked her again. He felt her quivery response, 
and it encouraged him. There was one other thing he'd 
thought about doing to Renée Morgan, and with his 
tongue lapping her shithole, hell, he was already 
halfway there!

Some of the sandwich makings were still on the blanket. 
Jerry picked up the container of margarine they'd 
brought along. The summer heat had half-melted the 
contents. Perfect. He upturned the plastic dish and 
poured the liquified margarine onto his erect peter. 
Yeah, he was erect. Was he ever erect!

He scooped out a little more of the more solid 
margarine and rubbed it onto Renée's asshole. "Hey," 
she said, "I think I know what you've got in mind, and 
there's no fucking wayyyyyy ... "

His finger poked into her shithole, as she went 
board-stiff and her ass lifted high into the air. She 
screeched at the unexpected intrusion, but it was too 
late to do anything about it. She tried to fart him 
out. It didn't work. His finger pushed deeper, 
smearing butter into the lining of her tailpipe.

From beneath, Michelle lay panting, looking upward as 
her brother diddled Renée's asshole. She lifted her 
head and tongued her friend's clit. "Oh, come on," she 
encouraged. "How bad could it be? It's just a hole, 
isn't it?"

And then it was Michelle's turn to squeal. Fingers 
were on her pussy, her asscheeks, and she recognized 
Kyle's touch. He spread her buttocks and she felt the 
slimy ooze of margarine being applied to her own 
shitter! "Hey, wait," she squeaked, "I didn't mean I 
was going to do it too ... "

"It's just a hole," Renée said, her voice a little 
tight -- but not half as tight, Michelle would have 
bet, as the way her asshole felt, speared by Jerry's 
finger. He was still probing in and out, but he wasn't 
meeting as much resistance, and suddenly his finger 
popped out of Renée's shitter.

The hole was still slightly dilated, from the reaming 
he'd given it. Before it could snap entirely shut 
again, Jerry had his cock pressed against the girl's 
anus. He straddled Michelle's upper face, and he 
pushed, working his cock into the other girl's butt. 
Renée screamed, but she was fucked, and there wasn't 
much she could do now but grit her teeth and enjoy it!

Michelle yelped when Kyle's finger entered her, but 
she'd already done a little bit of asshole play with 
him yesterday, and it wasn't as much a shock to her as 
it had been to Renée. She grunted as Kyle popped her 
assring, but she didn't scream and she didn't cry. She 
willed herself to relax. This would be an educational 
new experience.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit," Renée panted, but Jerry's tool 
was moving pretty easily inside her tight ass. From 
below, Michelle thought she could smell the butter 
coating as it began to sizzle from the heat of the 
fuck.

The cock pronged deeply, getting a little more depth 
with each fresh stroke. His balls swayed before 
Michelle's face. She cupped them in her hand, 
squeezing to give him a bit of inspiration. Down 
below, someone's finger -- she thought it was Renée's 
-- was poking her pussy, while her hips were being 
supported on Kyle's thighs and his finger was 
continuing to prep her asshole.

And now it was Michelle's turn to feel the first-time 
insertion of a thick hard cock in her tight virgin ass. 
She groaned, feeling every centimeter of the big knob 
that poked into her hole, but she told herself to enjoy 
it, and the pain, such as it was, faded as abruptly as 
it had shot through her butt.

The cock pushed into her butt, while that loving finger 
continued to stir the simmering stewpot of her pussy. 
Except for the almost excruciating tightness of the 
fit, the sexual arousal flowing through Michelle had a 
very soothing effect. God, she thought, I could really 
learn to love this shit!

Renée was moaning now, sobbing a little as Jerry's 
fucking became harder and deeper, but it was the sound 
of ecstasy, rather than pain, and Michelle cupped her 
friend's pussy, squeezing it while Jerry banged butt, 
and she could feel the tremors and ripples of delight 
that bubbled through Renée's snatch. Her finger went 
inside, where it met the telltale contractions of an 
approaching climax.

Kyle couldn't buttfuck Michelle very deeply, due to the 
angle. He was mostly copycatting Jerry, in any case, 
but Michelle was grateful that he cared enough to show 
her some attention. And it was a good way to learn the 
ropes about backdoor sex. His prick slid in and out of 
her butt, moving shallowly but pretty effectively, 
while Renée's hands made sure the cunt stayed hot, too.

Renée was the one who was _really_ getting fucked. 
Jerry's cock moved harder, faster, forcefully opening 
her asshole to this new brand of sex. And from the 
sounds that burst from her throat, it was pretty 
certain she was digging it.

"Oh, fuck my ass," she moaned, "fuck my motherfucking 
ass!!!"

"Bust her buns," Michelle whispered from beneath, 
squeezing her brother's nuts. She licked up at Renée's 
clit, wiggled her finger inside the pussy. Jesus! She 
could feel Jerry's cock as it thrust and shoved, almost 
as if she were touching it directly rather than through 
a layer of fleshy tissue.

Her own asshole was hot and tight around Kyle's 
shallowly-screwing rod, and again she felt that sense 
of warmth and well-being, though the fuck she watched 
was, actually, more stimulating than the one she was 
getting.

Someday soon, she thought, I'm gonna have to try this 
with me at center stage. Someday very soon.

The eruption burst through Renée's cunt. Michelle's 
finger was up the hole at the time, and the snatch 
clamped shut around it, like a trap suddenly sprung. 
Michelle thumbed her friend's clit like Merle Travis 
laying down a bass line, and she rotated her finger 
inside Renée's orgasm.

Jerry fucked harder, really pushing his prick up the 
girl's shitchute, but Michelle had his balls in her 
other hand and she could feel the tension building 
within them. She knew her brother was about to squirt, 
too. She lifted her head and pressed her wet lips to 
his hairy bag of nuts, opening them so that one of the 
stones slipped inside. She held it in a soft, warm, 
loving grip, and then she gave her head a little twist, 
wrenching almost cruelly at her brother's bag, and 
baby, that was all she wrote!

Jerry said "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" and he shoved his 
tool eight straight inches up Renée's asshole, grinding 
his belly against her jiggling buttocks. Michelle 
licked his nuts throughout his long unloading process, 
and her mouth kept him thrusting even when he'd 
squirted his cock dry.

He came out of the girl's shitter, a slimy strand of 
jizz dangling from the end of his cock, the rest of his 
fluid just beginning to leak its way out of the 
raw-looking, gigantically-dilated anal opening.

Michelle raised her head and sucked her brother clean, 
and then she turned toward her girlfriend's ass, 
licking her lips as she drew nearer to the rivulet of 
spilled-out cum that was running from Renée's shitter 
and down onto the sopping bulge of her pussy. Dinner 
time, she thought greedily, and she was hardly aware 
that Kyle was just beginning to squirt a watery load 
into her own butt.

She felched Renée's asshole, not caring how slutty it 
made her look. Jerry's jizz was much too good to go to 
waste. She licked every drop off the exterior, then 
spread the raw-fucked asshole and worked her tongue in 
and out, siphoning the hot sweet cum out into her 
thirsty mouth.

But the day was wearing down. She doubted the guys 
would be good for another hard fuck, and they'd all 
have to be going home soon. But there would be other 
days to make the most of. And she was damned sure 
going to arrange things so that she got to spend a 
little more time getting acquainted with Renée Morgan. 
They'd been onto something very nice and very special 
when the guys interrupted them, and Michelle intended 
to resume that special niceness just as soon as she had 
a chance.


CHAPTER 9

Glen Webster came out of the shower, toweled himself, 
and wrapped the towel around his waist. He squirted 
lather into his palm and rubbed it on his face, then 
got a fresh disposable razor and began to shave. 
Closely. Becky had been complaining a little about 
stubble burns on the insides of her thighs, and she was 
too good a secretary to piss off.

Anyway, he had another day in court, on that PD case. 
His client was scum, and guilty in the bargain, but it 
would be prejudicial to his interests for his lawyer to 
come into the courtroom with a ten a.m. shadow.

The bathroom door burst open. Glen almost cut himself. 
"Goddamn it, Michelle!" he said, shaking the foam off 
his razor.

She was in her running clothes -- shorts, sweatshirt, 
Walkman clamped to her ears -- and she was jogging in 
place. "Oh, Dad," she said, unhooking the stereo. 
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." 

She kept on bouncing up and down. Glen had to admit 
that running had done great things for his daughter's 
looks -- she was turning into a perky young beauty, 
after being sort of an ugly duckling -- but sometimes 
she got on his nerves. "Are you waiting for the 
starting gun?" he asked, sliding the razor across his 
cheek.

"You about finished?" she countered. "I have to take a 
shower. I'm expecting company for lunch, and I have to 
run out for some soda and snacks."

The company she was expecting consisted of Renée 
Morgan, who had expressed an interest as strong as 
Michelle's in picking up where they'd left off. 
Michelle needed to get squeaky clean, put perfume in 
some provocative places, as well as touch up her legs 
and underarms. She wanted to be perfect when it was 
time for her pussy to get eaten, but she didn't think 
she should elaborate on that. Not to Dad.

"I'm finishing," Glen said. "But I'll be a while. I 
have to look good for my friends, too. You know -- the 
judge, the DA, the innocent man I'm defending."

Michelle giggled. "Well, I gotta do it now," she said, 
"so turn your back and don't peek, Dad!" And with that 
she pulled down her shorts, turning as she slipped the 
sweatshirt up over her head. Wearing only her panties, 
she reached into the stall and turned on the water.

Glen felt a little chill in the pit of his stomach as 
he stared at his daughter from behind. He hadn't seen 
her quite as bare as this in a while, and there was a 
rather disturbing revelation to the way her cute little 
ass had begun to take on a woman's shape. Her legs 
were slim, but well-shaped, and when she moved, he 
caught flashes of the curvature of her tits -- 
high-set, rounded apples whose nips poked up at a perky 
angle. She definitely wasn't a little girl any longer.

He returned to shaving, but in the mirror he could see 
most of Michelle, her back to him. She was sliding her 
panties down, and stepping out of them. The thrust of 
her ass as she lifted one foot, then the other, half 
stooping, made Glen's fingers tremble. If I saw that 
ass on the street, he thought, and it belonged to 
someone who wasn't my daughter, I'd take a second look.

Michelle turned, and Glen got a full-frontal flash of 
his daughter in the mirror. She was petite, but she 
was definitely a girl. Seen straight on, her tits were 
exquisite, and the small triangular patch of sandy hair 
at her cunt was a revelation to her father. She put a 
shower cap on her head and stepped into the stall, not 
bothering to close the door.

I shouldn't be in here, Glen thought, but he kept 
stroking his cheeks and chin with the razor, stealing 
peeks at Mitch while she bathed so innocently. He felt 
like shit for looking at her, but even more because of 
the feelings he was starting to have, deep inside 
himself.

"Oh, Dad," Michelle called, "I dropped the damn soap! 
Would you get it for me, so I won't drip all over the 
floor?"

Glen turned, stooping to pick up the soap. Michelle 
was standing in the doorway of the shower compartment, 
waiting. She was facing him, and she made no effort to 
cover herself up. "Thanks," she said, taking the soap, 
and he saw her eyes flit downward, then up again. Her 
eyebrows lifted and she looked as if she was about to 
say something.

Glen looked down too. Oh, holy fucking shit!!!

The front of the towel that folded around his waist was 
sticking out. He knew what was causing that bulge, and 
he was horrified to realize that Michelle had seen it 
-- more horrified to realize that she understood what 
it was!

"Dad," she said, fighting back a giggle, "whatever is 
wrong with you???"

It was too late to do anything, goddamn it. Glen's 
face was scarlet with shame, but he knew that under the 
towel his cock knob was equally scarlet, and not at all 
from embarrassment. He'd grown a boner while spying on 
his naked young daughter, and Michelle knew it.

She bounced the soap on her palm. "Would you do my 
back, Dad?" she asked, turning half around. Her mind 
was rocking and reeling. She'd given her father a 
hard-on! Oh, wow, what a wild one! But she'd seen the 
size of the thing under his towel, and she was 
impressed as hell with what Dad swung around.

He took the soap from her and began to rub it on her 
back. Michelle basked under his caress. He wants to 
fuck me, she thought. Maybe he doesn't _know_ he wants 
to fuck me, but his cock knows.

She'd never consciously thought of her father as a 
sexual being until this very minute, but now she could 
think of nothing else. Like, she told herself, what is 
the difference between fucking your brother and fucking 
your dad, right?

But of course, there was no way Dad would ever take out 
that dick and stick it up Michelle. That kind of stuff 
_never_ happened in real life. On the other hand, she 
knew she had him on the hook, and it might be kinda fun 
to play him a little before she threw him back.

"Where's Jerry?" he asked her in a rather tight voice, 
rubbing soapsuds onto her back.

"He went over to Kyle's," Michelle said. "They're 
supposed to change engines in that Baja Kyle's been 
fixing up. I guess we're the only ones home, Dad, you 
and me."

She turned without warning. Glen had been stroking her 
back and shoulders. His hand slid across the 
pointy-nippled peaks of her tits. "Oh, Dad," she 
giggled, "you maybe shouldn't be touching me there, 
should you?"

He blushed again. It was so cute to see such a 
_biiiiig_ guy flushed and embarrassed. Michelle looked 
up at her father's face, and she thought, fuck it! I'm 
gonna go for the gold!

She reached out and hit the knot that held up his 
towel. Glen jumped but not fast enough. The towel 
fluttered to the floor, and Michelle was face to face 
with her dad's tremendously erect dick.

She said, "Holy shit!" The thing had to be ten inches 
long, and it looked as thick as a baseball bat. It was 
absolutely fucking incredible!

Was this the tool that had fucked her mother's pussy 
and planted the seeds of Michelle herself? Had she 
begun life as a squirt of cum from the plum-sized knob 
of this cock? A sense of awe and inevitability swept 
through Michelle Webster, and she reached for her dad's 
peter with both hands. It was going to take both 
hands.

"Don't do it, honey," her father said, but she already 
had him in hand by then, and it was too damn late to 
turn back. Michelle pulled on his prick, and he moved 
with it, coming toward her.

"Oh, God, Daddy," she said, almost reverently. He got 
harder in her grip, and he'd been almost rigid when she 
first touched him. You could smash diamonds with this 
dick now, and it seemed to be firming up even more as 
she stroked it.

"This is wrong, honey," Glen warned, but his little 
girl wasn't listening. And from the way she played 
with his peter, he could tell she wasn't a little girl 
any longer, either. He watched in total shock, unable 
to restrain her, and -- admit it, Glen -- not entirely 
willing to restrain her.

Michelle came out of the shower, dripping wet. She was 
still playing with his cock. The heat from within her 
was turning to steam the water drops that clung to her 
naked body. She had not expected to do this, but what 
else could she do?

She dropped to her knees, at almost the same spot where 
Kyle had raped her the day before yesterday. Now it 
was her turn to do the raping. She was tiny, and on 
her knees, she had to look up to see the prick she was 
fondling. Her mouth was dry, but she knew what would 
make it wet again. She aimed the bulbous knob down, 
toward her face, and she arched upward, ready to suck.

Glen's face was dead-white as his young daughter began 
to slurp his cock. He wanted to tell her to stop, but 
he couldn't find the words. And then her tongue began 
to love him, and he wasn't sure he wanted her to stop.

Michelle sipped him in and out of her mouth, just the 
big swollen glans, frictioning it mercilessly on her 
lips. She wasn't dry inside at all, not now. Her 
saliva bathed her dad's tool more thoroughly than the 
shower he'd taken, and she took him a little deeper and 
a little deeper still, expanding her lips to make room 
for the humongously engorged shaft.

She let him out of her mouth, and she licked him 
everywhere. Her tongue sloshed up and down his shaft, 
around his balls. As she sucked and nibbled his hard 
flesh, she kept looking up, telling him with her eyes 
that it was okay, that she knew exactly what she was 
doing, that she loved it as much as he did.

He touched her tits as she mouthed his cock. Her 
nipples had already gotten as hard as was imaginable, 
but they stiffened further under his fingers' caress. 
Michelle moaned softly as Glen rolled his fingers 
around and around the erected pink buds, as if he meant 
to squeeze her until the milk squirted. His big hands 
closed around her small, dainty tits, and she arched 
them into his palms, at the same time gulping, 
inhaling, his cock back into her mouth.

She cupped his balls in her hand. They were as big in 
proportion as the rest of him was. Fucking Kyle and 
even Jerry had been like playing with children. She 
was taking on her first man, and she could feel, sense, 
taste the difference.

The incredible size of her dad's cock was the biggest 
surprise. Her lips ached as she strained to get more 
and more of it into her mouth, and what astonished 
Michelle was that she succeeded as well as she did. 
She gagged a little, but she was determined to eat him 
all, and she forced her face upward on the protruding 
shaft. Her knees ached like hell, but her cunt was 
itchy and wet, and she longed to feel the knob of her 
dad's prick pulsating at the bottom of her throat.

"Baby doll," he said in a shaken voice, pulling his 
cock backward, out of her mouth.

Michelle leaned back, gasping for breath. "Please, 
Dad," she implored, "I want to suck it ... "

Glen knelt beside her. Even on his knees, he towered 
over the petite blonde. His arms encircled her, big 
strong enfolding arms, and he pulled her to his furry 
chest. Michelle leaned her cheek against him. His 
hard nipple simmered on her skin. She had her hand on 
his prick, stroking it, making goddamn sure the son of 
a bitch stayed hard!

Glen turned her face upward and kissed her. As his 
lips touched hers, Michelle knew that she was in the 
homestretch. Daddies didn't kiss their innocent little 
girls the way her father was kissing her. This was how 
men kissed women they wanted to fuck. She giggled into 
his mouth and she straddled his thigh, sliding her 
pussy back and forth across his skin.

"I'm no virgin," she told her father. "You probably 
guessed that. And oh, Dad, I really want to fuck you 
.. "

His face showed the shock, but it was pretty much 
determined by now. Michelle guided his face down, so 
he could lick one of her throbbingly erected nipples. 
She fed her little tit into his mouth, and he ingested 
the whole thing, sucking it almost ravenously. His 
teeth gnawed at her smooth firm flesh. His hands were 
on her ass and she was still frigging her excited cunt 
on his hard thigh.

"Touch me, goddamn it," she told him, guiding one of 
his hands to her cunt.

He touched her. His fingers moved through the sparse 
patch of sandy blonde pussy hair, and she steered him 
into her itchy-lipped gash. He felt the smooth, slick, 
dripping wet flesh within, and then his finger found 
the small tight cuntal opening itself. Michelle pulled 
on his finger, easing it into herself, and she said, 
"Oh, yessssssss!!!"

Glen slid his finger in and out of his daughter's sweet 
tight young cunt, pushing a little deeper each time. 
She took all he could give her, and she had both hands 
on his cock again. "This is what I want, Dad," she 
told him in a husky breathless voice. "I want this 
thing right where you've got your finger!"

"I couldn't," her father whispered.

"You will," Michelle replied. She put her hand on his 
chest and pushed. She had not much more strength than 
a feather, but Glen moved as she directed, and when he 
was prone, she mounted him, right there on the bathroom 
floor. She oozed her pussy down upon his crotch, 
grinding his cock against her cunt.

She lifted herself, taking his tool in hand, and she 
positioned her snatch above the arching knob. She 
tickled her gash with the thing, wondering as she did 
so if she could _ever_ manage to get this monster 
inside herself. But she knew she had to do it. She 
could not stop now.

His enormous knob wormed into her crack, found the 
hole. She strained downward, gulping him into the 
mouth of her cunt, hesitating a moment because he was 
_so_ fucking _big_. "Hold my hands, Dad," she 
commanded, and she eased herself down, inching his dick 
into her tight hot hole.

She was as tight as a virgin, Glen thought, but she had 
obviously been fucked before. She knew too much to be 
a virgin. Who taught her to suck a dick like that? 
Glen would find the guy, kill him, and then defend 
himself in court. He wouldn't serve a day. Jesus, he 
wanted to feel that sweet wet mouth around his rod one 
more time!

He squeezed at his daughter's hands, and she inched 
lower down the upthrust shaft of his cock. The 
tightness inside her was almost excruciating around his 
bloated peter, but she was right about one thing. They 
had to fuck each other, now. There was nothing else 
they could do.

He broke into the honeyed stickiness of her pussy, five 
or six inches of his rod jammed into Michelle. Her 
eyes rolled over. Jesus, she was coming! He could feel 
her eruption along the buried length of his cock! She 
swayed upon him, pinned by the pecker that impaled her 
cunt, and then she started doing situps on her dad's 
dick, rocking up and down in a fuck frenzy that was 
unlike any woman Glen had ever screwed.

"Fuck me, Dad! Ooooohhh, you're making me come with 
that big juicy cock," the girl moaned, riding up and 
down. Running had given her thigh and calf muscles 
toned to perfection. She could pump like this all 
fucking day and still be ready for more! And the 
longer she fucked, the deeper her pussy seemed to open, 
allowing more and still more of Dad's cock to slide 
into her tight wet snatch.

She climaxed repeatedly, bouncing on him. She promised 
herself she'd never fuck Kyle or even Jerry again. She 
was gonna save it all for Dad!!! The cock that had 
made her was fucking the living shit out of Michelle 
Webster!!!

Her cunt ate halfway down his shaft. Try as she would, 
she couldn't seem to suck him any further up her hole. 
He was too goddamn big. She closed her eyes, rapt in 
her orgasm, and she forced herself downward, repressing 
the urge, the fucking need, to scream like a banshee. 
Her pussy smashed against her father's groin, and she 
was full of him, oh, Jesus, totally fucking full of 
him!

She squirmed forward and crushed his mouth in a kiss 
that would have been illegal in most states even if 
they weren't father and daughter. Her cunt ate his 
throbbing cock and Michelle knew now that she could 
handle anything. She had been at last really and truly 
_fucked_!!!

"I'm gonna come ... " Glen gasped. "Gonna fill your 
belly with jizz, honey baby doll ... "

He was gripping her ass fiercely, stabbing her pussy in 
short desperate strokes while she writhed and moaned 
atop him.

Michelle jerked upright. She went over backwards, and 
her cunt slid off his dick with an audible "Pop!" He 
was already beginning to gush out his thick hot cream. 
She grabbed his tool in her hands and she covered the 
knob with her hungry mouth, milking the shaft and 
drinking Glen's sperm as fast as he could squirt the 
stuff across her tongue and down her gulping throat.

"Maybe we oughta share a bathroom more often, huh, 
Dad?" she asked with a smirk, his jizz running down her 
chin.


CHAPTER 10

 It was a perfect day for learning new tricks. The 
nextdoor neighbors were vacationing at Padre Island, 
which meant that Renée and Michelle had the full run of 
the property. They started out in bikinis, but there 
was no doubt what was on their minds, and they stripped 
down fast, renewing the acquaintance they'd begun 
yesterday.

But today the guys weren't here to interrupt, and it 
was strictly girl on girl. Michelle was starting from 
scratch. Renée had just a little more mileage. The 
fun part was learning together.

They wasted little time getting down to it. Michelle 
went down on Renée's abundant, fleshy tits, sucking the 
nips until the older girl moaned and wrapped her legs 
around Michelle. The blonde teeny humped herself 
against Renée's cunt, still nibbling titty. Her body 
rocked hard, fucking just like a man. God, she loved 
doing it with the guys, but there was something special 
about balling another girl!

Renée came, and Michelle did too, aroused beyond 
endurance by the knowledge that she was giving her 
friend so much pleasure. They shared so many secrets 
now, the two of them. She remembered all those years 
of growing up as a little lardo and envying Renée 
Morgan's perfection, and now she knew that the envy had 
been kinda silly. Michelle Webster had finally come 
into her own.

"What's the dirtiest thing you ever did?" she 
whispered, lying atop Renée, her small hard apple tits 
rubbing ticklishly against Renée's bigger mounds. "I 
mean, the _dirtiest_?"

The question wasn't entirely to pass the time. She was 
itching to tell someone about what had happened this 
morning with Dad, and she wondered if Renée could be 
trusted with the secret.

"Probably when I turned your brother on and let him 
hang after he'd made me come," Renée shrugged. "Like, 
you guys are already so much kinkier than I'll probably 
ever be! Fucking your own brother -- that's wild, 
Michelle. I don't think I could do it, even if I had a 
brother."

Fuck, Michelle thought. If I told her I'd also fucked 
my dad and let him come in my mouth, she'd probably 
blow a gasket. Renée's horizons were just too limited. 
Michelle would have to hang on to her secret till Jerry 
came home. But Jesus, could she even tell _him_? The 
taste of her dad's sperm was still a vivid memory 
inside her mouth.

"I bet I can show you something you haven't ever tried 
before," Renée said, stroking Michelle's chin. 
Michelle's blue eyes brightened. Something new? "What 
kind of vegetables do you have in the 'fridge?" Renée 
went on.

***

Glen Webster had a really shitty day, if you wanted to 
know the truth. If his client had any chance of 
avoiding a prison term, it was blown to fucking hell 
when Glen cross-examined the state's witnesses. He was 
in a daze. All he could think about was what he had 
done to his little girl.

But was that the truth of it? She had made the first 
move. And she had known exactly what moves to make. 
Not even her mother -- Christ, not even Becky Newman! 
-- had sucked Glen's dick the way Michelle had. He 
could still feel those warm wet lips wrapped around his 
tool, could still feel the vivid blue eyes staring up 
at him as if to ask, "Am I doing okay, Daddy?"

The feel of her hot tight cunt sucking his rod, the 
unutterable pleasure of shoving his big hard tool into 
his young daughter's creamy hot pussy -- they were more 
real to Glen than anything that went on in court. He 
knew he was doing a shitty job, and the worst was, he 
didn't fucking care!

His closing argument was perfunctory. He more or less 
threw his client on the sympathy of the court, and he 
knew damn well the judge had no sympathy for purse 
snatchers. Richard Bailey was going to the goddamn 
penitentiary. Glen could rad it in the judge's eyes, 
on the faces of the jury. And he didn't give a fuck. 
The sooner he got this courtroom shit out of the way, 
the sooner he could go home.

He rehearsed the dialogue, over and over, much more 
thoroughly than he'd practised his closing argument. 
He'd tell Michelle that what had happened was a total 
fluke. It could never, _must_ never happen again. And 
he'd find out who had corrupted her, and he'd break the 
fucker's balls.

But he would not, could not even think about the hot 
lapping action of his daughter's tongue, the way her 
cheeks hollowed in to suck like a vacuum at his 
throbbing dick, the way she'd gone down on him and fed 
his spurting rod into her mouth just as he began to 
come. And he could _never_ consider the look of her 
beaming face, splattered with his cum, as she finished 
the job of eating his load.

He stopped for five minutes at the office, after court. 
Becky was hot as a two-dollar pistol but he just 
shrugged her off. She seemed a little pissed off that 
he was uninterested in the hot sweet cunt she was 
offering, and damn, but it did look good today! But he 
had to look at this realistically. He was going to go 
home and have it out with Michelle. No, he didn't mean 
have it _out_. He only wanted to talk. Only to talk.

***

Michelle had heard of dildos, though she didn't 
entirely understand the concept. Renée was rather more 
experienced, and she explained the best way -- by 
demonstration. Michelle squealed as Renée fucked her 
with a carrot and then a cucumber, though neither of 
them could hold a candle to Daddy's enormous cock, let 
alone Kyle's or Jerry's. Still, she thought, humping 
as the big green vegetable rammed up her straining 
pussy, the refrigerator could sometimes provide the 
answer to her steadily-increasing sexual needs.

She came all over the cucumber, squealing as it fucked 
her to nirvana in Renée's expert hands. And then she 
had to try it on her friend. Renée bent over and 
spread 'em, and Michelle shoved the cunt-sticky green 
thing straight up the other girl's snatch.

Renée screamed as it thrust home, and Michelle held the 
end of it in her mouth, pushing it in and pulling it 
out. She had to stretch her lips to fit it into her 
mouth, but even so, it wasn't as big as her dad's dick, 
and she had eaten more than half of that fucker without 
really trying. There seemed to be a natural affinity 
between Michelle's mouth and the male prick -- or 
anything that even faintly resembled one.

She pushed hard, guiding the cuke with her teeth and 
jaws. It was a wild sensation to say the very least, 
as if her tongue had suddenly turned into a prick. And 
it increased her own involvement with Renée's oncoming 
orgasm.

She fingered herself, but why use fingers? There was a 
perfectly good carrot lying in the fruit basket, wasn't 
there? She bit into the cuke and rammed it deep into 
Renée, hitting the very bottom of the other girl's cunt 
as she thrust. She could feel the cucumber stop short, 
with no more of Renée left to penetrate.

And by then she had the carrot stuffed up her own cunt, 
and she was frigging it in and out of herself, more 
savagely than any guy on earth would have _ever_ fucked 
her hot tight pussy.

She felt the responses shuddering within herself, and 
she shoved the carrot deeper while she worked the cuke 
in and out of Renée. She was pretending that it was 
Dad, fucking her like he'd fucked her this morning in 
the bathroom.

Renée came, and so did Michelle, but as the two hot 
little bimbos rolled back into a wet-mouthed, 
hard-nippled, drippy-cunted embrace, both of them knew 
it wasn't enough. Not quite enough.

Michelle stuck her tongue halfway down Renée's throat, 
and then drew back, her lips pressed loosely against 
the other girl's. She said, "God, I can't imagine what 
I did for fun before I discovered fucking!"

"You're some little cunt for fourteen," Renée purred in 
admiration, touching the pointy nipples of Michelle's 
cupcake tits. "I thought I was hot stuff, but I can't 
hold a candle to you." The younger girl beamed. 

Without being asked, Michelle went down on Renée, 
eating her way into her friend's juicy wet cunt. It 
tasted delicious, and even more delicious were the 
excited moaning sounds that Renée made as her flanges 
were spread and her pink inner trench received a 
lusciously wet licking.

Michelle flipped Renée over and started kissing her ass 
and thighs. She spread the puffy buttocks -- Renée 
needed to take up running; she showed the signs of 
incipient flabby ass, Michelle decided, comparing the 
soft sponginess of the asscheeks to her own firmness -- 
and she saw the pink wink of Renée's shitter. Her 
tongue went straight to it.

They were acquainted already, after all. She'd sucked 
her brother's jizz out of Renée's butt yesterday at the 
picnic, and she'd licked her way several inches up the 
cock-dilated tunnel.

She got a finger into it, and then it was two fingers, 
and then it was three. She reamed the asshole with a 
growing passion, and Renée took it in the same spirit. 
"Oh, you nasty little bitch," Renée panted, urging her 
butt up toward Michelle's exploring fingers. "I think 
I love you ... "

Michelle couldn't give Renée what she'd gotten 
yesterday from Jerry's cock, but she knew she was doing 
a good job anyway, and she worked her three fingers in 
and out, fucking as if she had a cock growing from her 
wrist.

The hole was tight, but it got looser in a hurry. 
Michelle was able to slip a fourth finger into Renée. 
She pushed deeper, wondering if she might possibly 
manage to shove her whole fucking fist up her friend's 
asshole. But she held back from that, afraid she might 
rupture Renée, even though the idea was a tantalizing 
challenge. Fucking in and out, she glanced around, and 
she saw the cuke she had already used in Renée's twat. 
Okay, God! she thought. Thanks for the sign!

Renée turned around, looking over her shoulder. "What 
the fuck ..." she murmured, but by then Michelle 
already had the cucumber in her hand and she was easing 
its tip into the hole her fingers had spread wide open. 
Renée's eyes rolled over in their sockets, but the cuke 
pushed into her rectum, her assring spreading of its 
own accord to make room for the slimy vegetable.

Michelle shoved, and the cuke banged into Renée's 
asshole. The dark-haired girl shrieked. Damn good 
thing the neighbors were down on the gulf coast! The 
two girls were alone in their sweet, sexy, private 
world, and goddamn anything went! If Michelle wed to 
fuck Renée with the entire contents of the produce 
section at Safeway, she could goddamn well do it!

She was on her knees behind Renée, slamdunking her 
friend's butt with the cuke. It was a tight fit, and 
now Michelle knew what, how, Jerry had felt yesterday 
when he banged Renée's asshole for the first time. The 
cuke was bigger than Jerry - - almost as big, in face, 
as Dad's cock -- and Michelle used it with a building, 
burning desire.

But her own crotch was afire with lust and, as she 
fucked Renée she couldn't keep her other hand off her 
own pussy. She squeezed her trembling mound, a finger 
poking tensely up into the dripping tight heat, and she 
rocked up and down against the pressure of her hand 
while she kept the cuke sliding in and out of her 
girlfriend's backdoor.

She watched the asshole dilate and quiver as the cuke 
rammed in and out. Her finger left her own snatch, 
moved a half-inch back to the budded mouth of her own 
ass.

First she tickled round and round her tingly assring, 
and then she pushed the fingertip into her hole, 
pressing forward even though her body said assholes 
weren't made to be penetrated. She'd already been 
fucked in the butt, and she knew her body was lying to 
her.

Michelle's finger burst through the assring, and into 
her hiney. She trembled as it poked her but she 
couldn't make her hand stop. Her other fist was 
guiding the cuke in and out of Renée, and she thought, 
damn -- only about half the vegetable was in use. Why 
couldn't she get a little benefit from it too?

She rose up on her heels, bringing her cunt downward at 
the same time. Her clit brushed the unoccupied end of 
the cucumber and she worked herself against it in a 
growing frenzy. Her finger was still very busy up her 
ass. She kept on fucking Renée too, anally exploring 
her friend with green cucumber, but her own needs and 
desires were coming rapidly to the forefront. The 
protruding end of the cuke entered Michelle's pussy and 
she said, "Oh, fucking Jesus ... "

But she was giving Renée the big end of the veggie. 
The part that protruded from her friend's anus was a 
little smaller than what was inside Renée. Michelle was 
already eating it with her pussy, using her cunt 
muscles to direct the thing in and out of Renée. It 
scraped against the underside of Michelle's clitoral 
button, and it drove her absolutely mad, but she knew 
that there could be more!

Turning around, quickly, she took the finger out of her 
asshole and she backed up hard against the cuke.

Her hole was dilated from the fingering, and the pointy 
end of the vegetable rammed into that dilation. 
Michelle's turn to scream had come up, and she said, 
"Oooohhhh, fuuuuckkk!" as it entered her. She backed 
into Renée, eating with her shitter the rest of the 
makeshift dildo, and the two girls broke into a sweet 
wild rhythm of fucking, each of them half ass-filled 
with the green vegetable.

You could get hooked on this shit, Michelle decided, 
feeling again and again the massive bite of the cuke up 
her rectum. She shoved her bottom back, ramming it 
against Renée's, each of them crammed full of the 
cucumber that connected their bodies. Jesus, the young 
blonde thought, did you _really_ need guys, after all? 
Maybe you could do it all with a willing tongue and a 
few items from your vegetable garden ...

They were both frigging their snatches as they 
assfucked the cucumber, and they were both going out of 
their goddamn heads. "You dirty bitch," Renée panted, 
"where do you fucking _get_ these filthy ideas? Mmmm, 
baby, I like your mind ... "

Michelle wasn't saying anything. Her ass was full of 
the bloated vegetable, and her fingers -- all of them, 
plus the thumb -- were stuffed up her pussy, fucking 
herself like crazy. She closed her eyes and slicked 
her shitter back and forth along the half of the cuke 
that was hers. Her butt banged against Renée's, both 
assholes filling up hard and deep at the same time, and 
both girls were sobbing and gasping and moaning with 
the burn of their mutual lusts.

Renée was facing the rear end of the Webster house. 
Her eyes were so bleary she could hardly see. She was 
masturbating her own cunt, just as ferociously as 
Michelle, and her body jerked in arousal, orgasm about 
to explode inside her. But then her eyes suddenly went 
very _very_ clear and she could see, as plain as 
anything, that a rather large-sized man was standing in 
the backdoor of the house, staring straight at her and 
Michelle.

"Oh, God," she said, "somebody's watching us!!!"

Michelle glanced back, pushing hair out of her face. 
"It's my dad!" she said, just as Glen Webster shoved 
the door open and stepped out into the yard. She 
smiled weakly, but it was hard to look innocent when 
you'd just been caught with a giant cucumber shoved up 
your asshole.


CHAPTER 11

Jerry Webster didn't feel any need to knock. It was 
his dad's office, right? And someday, when he finished 
college and passed the bar, it would be his office too, 
probably. Webster and Webster, Attorneys at Law. But 
the way he'd been feeling the last couple of days, he 
just might pass up the law and make himself a career in 
porno movies.

Becky wasn't at her desk, so he just went into Dad's 
office, but there was nobody around. Out front again, 
he saw that the door to the records room was open. It 
was a narrow chamber, with file drawers on both sides, 
all the way to the ceiling. A legal practise 
accumulated a hell of a lot of paper work, and Dad 
still had the files of the older guys, now dead, with 
whom he'd begun as a junior associate years ago.

Becky was on a stepladder, searching through some 
drawers near the top of the wall. She had one leg up, 
and a lot of smooth inner thigh was showing. Jerry 
stared a moment, loving the way her pink garter looked 
against her flesh. He could even see the lacy trim of 
matching panties. Her tits moved inside her blouse -- 
big, jiggly tits, bigger even than Renée Morgan's. 
Damn, he thought, but my dad's secretary is one 
_fine_-looking lady!

Jerry cleared his throat. Becky hadn't been aware of 
his presence, and the sound startled her. Her head 
jerked around and the ladder began to sway. "Oh, 
fuck," she said, grabbing at the wall, dropping the 
folder.

Jerry was nothing if not fast. He got one hand on the 
ladder, the other on Becky's waist. All he wanted to 
do was steady her, but the moment he touched her he 
felt the warmth of her skin, smelled the fragrance of 
her body.

His hand moved lower, onto the curve of her ass. She 
looked down, her eyebrows lifting. "I'm okay, Jerry," 
she said.

Becky descended the ladder, slowly. Jerry thought he 
ought to make sure she didn't fall. His hand remained 
on her ass until she was on the floor. He'd never 
really noticed how big she was. At five-ten, and in 
heels, she was eye to eye with Jerry. "Sorry I scared 
you," he said. "I was looking for Dad. I need to bum 
a few bucks off him. Can I help you pick up these 
papers?"

"You better," she smiled, squatting. She leaned 
forward slightly, and Jerry had a sudden glimpse down 
the front of her blouse. Holy Jesus, those tits! She 
was only wearing a little camisole under her shirt, not 
nearly enough to contain or control those big hooters. 
The lushness of the curves he glimpsed sent an electric 
thrill through Jerry Webster. He knelt beside her, in 
the narrow aisle of the records room, but his eyes were 
totally on Becky Newman, not the spilled papers.

Becky stuffed the sheets into the folder but she didn't 
get up. She had noticed something too. The boss' kid 
wasn't exactly a kid anymore, was he? Get a load of 
what was stretching down the left leg of his jeans!

A bit of a family resemblance, hmmm? And the hand he'd 
placed on her ass, even if it was innocently done, 
hadn't felt innocent once it started to tickle the 
curve of her butt. Becky looked into Jerry's eyes as 
they knelt in the narrow aisleway, and she thought, 
what the hell?

"Are you staring at my tits?" she asked. He was cute 
when he blushed, but he didn't exactly look away, did 
he? Becky rose up onto her knees, and she put down the 
case file folder. "Hard to see them through my 
blouse," she told Jerry, and she started to unbutton 
the shirt.

Under the blouse, her silky camisole clung like saran 
wrap to the lush curves of her tits. The nipples were 
hard, pointy, as they almost always were, and they made 
visible protrusions in the soft smooth fabric. It was 
thin material, and the dark circles of the teats were 
almost detectable through it.

She wasn't sure why she was doing it. Well, she was 
goddamn horny, for one thing! Normally she and Glen 
had knocked off a piece or two by this time of the day, 
but he'd spent most of the morning in court, and he 
hadn't stayed in the office two minutes before running 
off again. Becky was more than a little pissed at 
being neglected, and as she displayed herself to Jerry, 
she realized that this wasn't such a bad way to pay 
Glen back for his neglect.

She was expecting to play the part of a suave 
seductress, but as her blouse draped open and her 
camisole-covered tits thrust forth, Jerry surprised the 
shit out of her. He cupped the offered hooters and 
gave them a testing bounce.

"Not bad," he said smugly. One of his fingertips began 
to scrape across the pointed tip of a nipple, stroking 
it through the thin layer of silk. It got pointier.

So did the thing inside his pants. Becky kept glancing 
downward, watching the boy's cock get stiffer and 
stiffer. He certainly took after his father, though he 
wasn't quite as big as Glen. But then, who was?

Turnabout was fair play. She put her hand on his prick 
bulge. He smiled. 

I'm making a mistake, Becky thought. When I marry 
Glen, this is going to make for a hell of an at-home 
relationship. But as she traced the shape, the 
thrilling stiffness, of Jerry's dick, she decided she 
could probably handle it. 

Anyway, despite a year of hints, Glen still hadn't 
popped the question. A girl could only wait so long. 
She was thirty-two, and the world was full of twenty- 
year-olds.

She wiggled out of her blouse. One strap fell, and the 
upper edge of the camisole slipped, allowing a 
brown-capped tit to slither free. Jerry nodded in 
delight, and he covered her tit with his hand. Mmmm. 
He had a nice way of squeezing. Becky knew hers wasn't 
the first tit he'd ever felt. This might be fun in its 
own right.

They both stood up, hands exploring one another. Jerry 
backed her against one side of the wall, stroking her 
flanks, her tits, at the same time unhooking her skirt 
and letting it drop down her legs. Under the skirt she 
wore lacy pink panties and a garter belt that took his 
breath away. The panties were on the outside of the 
garter straps. He liked that. Becky obviously meant 
business.

He moved in against her, rubbing her with the bloated 
barrel of his cock. It was still inside his pants but 
yearning to go free. She unzipped him and pulled his 
dick out, using her hot palms up and down the shaft. 
He began to breathe very hard, fucking his tool in and 
out of her grip. He just got harder and harder.

Jerry pulled down the other strap, and now both her 
tits were bare. They were also big and beautiful. 
D-cups, he was sure, the flesh smooth and pale and 
soft. He squeezed them, watching the red finger 
streaks smear across her skin. He pulled at her 
nipples as if he hoped to get milk. She just smiled 
and wiggled. Her hands were equally possessive on his 
prick, and he knew he had gotten lucky for the third 
day in a row.

He kissed her, amazed at the wetness of her response. 
His hand was between her legs, stroking cunt through 
the thinness of her panties. He could feel the puffy, 
protruding labes, the wetness that was already coming 
from between them. She was undoing his belt and 
tugging down his pants. Yeah, he had gotten lucky!

There was hardly enough room for the two of them in the 
narrow space, but Becky had no trouble dropping to her 
knees. Her tits slipped out of his hands but he didn't 
mind, not when she wrapped them around his peter in a 
grip of velvety smooth flesh and started to fuck him in 
and out of her cleavage.

As she tit-screwed him, she gave the end of his prick 
one slurpy lick after another, sometimes pulling it 
bodily into her mouth for some voracious sucking. She 
didn't suck him as deeply as Michelle, but oh, Jesus, 
could Becky ever suck!!! And the feel of those tits, 
surrounding his hard throbbing cock while they pulsated 
with an intensity of their own, was too much for words!

Her tits dropped away, and now she was using her mouth 
exclusively, sucking him in and out in short thirsty 
gulps. Her hands cradled his nuts, and she squeezed 
them, making Jerry yelp and shove his prick into her 
even more aggressively.

She clipped him off at about the three or four inch 
level, and he missed the kind of horny deepthroat 
sucking he got from his kid sister, but the lustful 
energy of Becky Newman's teeth and tongue around his 
tool, the hollowed-in pressure of her cheeks, the 
drooling flood of saliva in which she bathed him -- 
they more than compensated!

Jerry closed his eyes and allowed his father's 
secretary to have her way with his cock. He had a 
surprise of his own for her, and -- oh, baby! Yes!!!

His cum gushed into Becky's mouth, scuzzing her 
flapping tongue in a flood of sticky saline cock-milk. 
He heard her gurgling as she swallowed. There was 
nothing that made his balls ache like the sounds of a 
woman guzzling his jizz! He braced his hands on the 
wall, above and behind her head, and he fucked as much 
of his dick into her mouth as she would accept, moaning 
while he emptied his nuts.

He looked down at her. She was holding his cock in her 
hand, a stringy trail of sperm running from his knob to 
her lips. She broke it with her finger, then licked 
the finger clean. Her lips parted slightly, and a 
dribble of his sperm oozed from the corner of her 
mouth, sliming down her chin. Her eyes were bright, 
and they glittered with lust.

Jerry pulled her upright, kissing her wet mouth. He 
could taste his cum on her tongue but he didn't care. 
His hand was between her legs, pumping at the quivery 
mound of her pussy. The crotch of her panties was 
dripping wet, and he felt a squish each time he 
pressured her twat. She leaned back, drawing Jerry 
with her, her hands on his shoulders, urging him 
downward.

He dropped, taking down her panties as he moved, and he 
shoved his face up into Becky's cunt. As he started 
licking the distended flaps, he wondered how old she 
was. Twenty-five, maybe? He wasn't sure. But she was 
definitely his first older woman, and he'd never forget 
the fully-ripened taste of her snatch upon his tongue.

Her clit was already up, big and pink, and he sucked it 
savagely, while his fingers moved in and out of her 
pussy mouth. She jerked hotly with each thrust, her 
muscles sucking his fingers home. He ground his 
knuckles against her gash, and he felt the ring 
yielding, as if it might open wide enough to take in 
his whole hand.

But he had something better than a hand to stick up 
Becky Newman's cunt, and it was throbbing passionately 
down between his legs, its tip patting the floor as if 
it were keeping time. The massive come he'd fired into 
her mouth hadn't taken away one goddamn bit of his 
cock's desire, and it was hard enough to fuck Becky 
Newman and two other women her size. He nipped at her 
clit again, and then he made his way upward, stopping 
to feed at her hot hard gumdrop nipples for a moment.

"You're a real Webster," she whispered. "No question 
who your real daddy is." What did she mean by that? 
Jerry wondered, but by that time his swollen cock- log 
was jammed between her legs and he didn't have time to 
worry about cryptic comments. Becky squeezed her 
thighs around his tool and he fucked back and forth, 
frictioning the shit out of her hot horny cunt. But he 
wanted to get inside.

"Gonna fuck you," he growled. "Am I ever gonna fuck 
you ... "

"Bet your ass you are," Becky agreed, spreading. She 
arched her back, and she took hold of his prick, 
guiding it into her cunt. She wasn't nearly as tight 
as Jerry's sister, but he didn't have to fight his way 
into her hole. As soon as his knob kissed her wet 
horny slit, the mouth spread and he just sank into her, 
like a knife cutting into warm butter.

Becky stiffened and moaned, her cunt sucking up the 
thrust of his driving shaft. "Fuck me ... " she 
gasped, writhing while he filled and refilled her with 
his cock. "Fuck me ... "

His belly ground against hers, his cockhairs 
stimulating her clit almost unbearably. He could feel 
the response and it drove him to even more frantic 
fucking. Jerry had screwed enough women to know how a 
pussy felt when it was about to climax, and Becky's 
showed all the giveaway signs. Well, okay! His 
strokes grew deeper, harder, faster. Becky husked out 
her encouragement. Jerry fucked Becky.

"You think ... maybe we could ... go out sometime?" he 
panted, ramming her again and again with his swollen 
hardness. "Like, a date, maybe?"

She started to laugh, but then the come hit her, and 
her legs enfolded his. She milked her pussy up and 
down his ramming length, moaning as orgasm raced 
through her body. Jerry fucked ferociously, and his 
nuts burst, popping a small but palpable load into 
Becky Newman's older-woman pussy, and they rocked 
together, both of them gone straight to Fuck-City 
heaven.

"What the hell?" she smiled, gripping his trembling ass 
and holding his cock deep inside her sticky snatch. "A 
girl's gotta look out for her social life. How about 
Saturday, stud? But be sure to bring this thing with
you," and she gave it a lingering squeeze with the 
muscles of her pussy. 

Not a problem, Jerry thought. Not a problem at all.


CHAPTER 12


Renée was absolutely dying with embarrassment, 
considering how her father would react if he came home 
and caught her with something stuffed up her ass. But 
Michelle's dad didn't say anything. He just looked at 
the two girls, where they knelt butt to butt, joined by 
the green vegetable that was pronged deeply into their 
tailpipes.

Michelle broke the connection, sliding her ass off the 
cucumber. She came around to face her dad, and she put 
her arm across Renée's back and shoulder. Renée was 
scarlet. After all, for Chrissake, she was still 
squatting here on the grass with her shitter full of 
cuke!

"I wanted to talk to you," Glen said. "About a lot of 
things. But it looks like it's probably too late for 
talking, isn't it, Michelle?"

"It was too late when you came in my mouth," his 
daughter agreed.

Renée's jaw dropped. God, what a crazy fucking family! 
These Websters were absolutely nuts! She couldn't 
believe what she was hearing.

And she couldn't believe what she was seeing when 
Michelle stood up and strutted right up to her father, 
melting that slim tiny little body against his. She 
pushed her tits into his chest and she rubbed herself 
up and down on his crotch.

"Don't you think we should be alone for this kind of 
stuff?" Glen asked.

"Oh, Renée's my _very_ best friend," Michelle insisted. 
"She's totally cool." Her hand moved down to caress 
her father's crotch. From the ground, Renée could not 
miss seeing the bulge in Glen Webster's pants, the 
bulge that got bigger and bigger as Michelle's hand 
stroked it repeatedly.

Glen looked across the fence, toward the house next 
door. "The Millers are away this week, remember, Dad?" 
Michelle smirked. "The backyard is as private as the 
garden of Eden. So you've got two Eves, right here. 
Wanna pull an Adam on us?"

Renée eased the cuke out of her shithole, as 
unobtrusively as possible. She wasn't sure she oughta 
be watching this, but she was absolutely certain that 
it was too late to leave.

Michelle took off her father's jacket, his tie. While 
he undid his shirt, she was taking down his pants. She 
looked back at Renée. "It's cool," she told her 
friend. "I have the greatest daddy in the world."

Jesus Christ! Renée thought, staring goggle-eyed at the 
way Glen's underpants were distended with the swollen 
meat of his erection. He might not be the greatest 
daddy in the world, but he _had_ to be the best hung! 
She rose to her knees, totally impressed by the sight 
of Glen's dick struggling to free itself from the 
constricting shorts. And when Michelle pulled them 
down, releasing her dad's cock, Renée said, "Holy 
Christ!"

She'd never seen a dick that big, never really imagined 
that they grew them so large. She'd caught a glimpse 
of her own dad once, naked, coming out of the bathroom, 
and she'd been really disappointed. His tool looked so 
small she was surprised it had ever managed to create a 
fox like Renée herself. Now, Glen Webster! He had the 
kind of peter that could breed a race of gods and 
heroines!

Somehow, Renée knew what was about to happen, but she 
was still shocked when Michelle took her father's cock 
in hand and started to play erotically with it. 
Michelle was obviously showing off. She kept smirking 
at her friend, with a "nyah- nyah" expression, and her 
eyes were a challenge.

Call me chickenshit? Renée thought. She moved forward 
on her knees, no longer conscious of her nakedness nor 
of what she and Michelle had been doing when Glen 
appeared. She might as well finish the job of fucking 
the Webster family, she rationalized as she took hold 
of Glen's prick.

"I could get into a lot of trouble for this," Glen said 
softly, but he didn't push Renée's hands away. And 
when she started to lick delicately at the tip of his 
cock, he put his hand on her head and stroked it 
appreciatively.

Renée licked until he was wet, from knob to nuts, and 
then she began to suck him in and out. He was so 
goddamn big she could barely get him inside. But the 
challenge of eating his dick only inspired her to get 
more aggressive. She moaned and gulped and slurped him 
a little deeper into her mouth, lips aching as they 
stretched wider and wider.

"You fucking pig," Michelle giggled. "He's my dad! I 
oughta get a suck too, right?"

She took the cock out of Renée'smouth and fed it into 
her own, still wet from Renée's saliva. Her eyes 
closed as if she were praying, she moved her plush lips 
up and down the shaft. Renée watched with fluttering 
eyelids, amazed at the ease with which Michelle drank 
down the big long rod.

"What am I ever gonna do with you?" Glen sighed, 
stroking his daughter's head. "You've stopped being my 
little girl and you've turned into the craziest slut in 
town."

"I'm still your little girl, Dad," Michelle assured 
him, looking up fro the job of sucking his cock. "And 
I bet Renée would like to be your little girl, too!"

Glen sank to his knees on the grass with the two girls. 
He knew he was crazy now. Right out here in the open. 
But Michelle was right. The Millers were away, and 
that meant no one could see what was going on in the 
Websters' backyard. Hallelujah. He looked at the two 
naked young girls, at their heaving, stiff-nippled 
tits, at their winking pink pussies. There was no way 
he could _not_ fuck them. Both of them.

Renée was a knockout, big and lush-built for eighteen. 
He knew her, now that he thought about it. She'd gone 
to school with Jerry from Day One. But she'd blossomed 
deliciously. He reached out for her, and she eased 
into his arms. Her dark hair tickled his face while 
his hand moved down to cup her spacious tits. They 
weren't as big as Becky Newman's, but they were sweet 
full jugs and the nipples radiated her body heat. His 
fingers rolled around a big firm nipple, and he moved 
down to cover her mouth in a kiss.

Michelle was head-down in his lap, still eating his 
prick. He'd have to do something about that. 
Daughters shouldn't suck off their fathers. Daughters 
shouldn't know as much about sucking as his daughter 
seemed to know. Oh, Christ! He felt as if the head of 
his cock was fucking into Michelle's throat! She made 
gurgling hungry sounds along the length of his dick, 
and he wanted to cram her full of his tool!

His hands explored the two girls, left hand on Renée, 
the right one on Michelle. They were as different as 
night and day, one dark and voluptuous, the other 
blonde and dainty. He couldn't have picked between 
them had his life depended on it. He would just have 
to fuck them both.

Renée spread her legs. "I really shouldn't let you do 
this, Mr Webster," she said teasingly, but she had her 
hands around his wrist and she guided his finger into 
the puffy wet gash of her cunt.

"Call me Glen," he said throatily, his finger poking 
into her pussy mouth. She was tight -- not as tight as 
Michelle, but obviously not worn-out, either. He'd 
forgotten how good it felt to have a finger stuffed up 
a juicy teenaged twat. As his knuckles slipped into 
Renée he _remembered_.

She lay back, uplifting her snatch to his fingers, and 
he reamed her deeper and deeper, moving into her 
pulsating damp hole. What had the girls been doing 
before he arrived? Assfucking each other with a 
cucumber, certainly, and the sight of that had been the 
ne plus ultra, as far as Glen was concerned.

Was Renée the one who had corrupted Michelle? He'd 
made up his mind to murder her seducer, but if Renée 
was the guilty party, he might have to reconsider. Or 
at least think about fucking, instead of beating, her 
to death.

Michelle raised her face from Glen's cock. She took 
his other hand and led it to her own pussy, eager for 
some of his loving, too. Anyway, his dick couldn't get 
any stiffer, any hornier, if she sucked on it from now 
until the time Reagan admitted he'd fucked up the Iran 
scam. She wanted a little excitement for herself, and 
she wanted exactly what Dad was giving Renée.

She straddled his hand and fucked her hot little pussy 
down onto an uplifted middle finger. It probed deeply 
into her hole and she said, "Ohhhhh ..." as she 
squiggled down upon it. The finger felt almost as long 
as his cock, though she knew that was only an illusion, 
but it would do until she got his cock up her hot tight 
snatch.

Michelle began to slide up and down the inserted 
finger, fucking herself on her dad's extended digit, 
watching him do the same to her friend's cunt. Seeing 
Renée get it was almost as exciting as receiving for 
herself.

His big hard cock bobbed around. It was like a red 
flag to a bull, as far as Michelle was concerned. She 
got a fistful of dick and stroked it passionately, but 
she was afraid her dad would spill his load and _maybe_ 
get his right mind back, before he'd taken the ultimate 
step and fucked both the girls. She knew that if she 
could get him to put his prick in Renée, he would 
belong to Michelle herself, for as long as she wanted 
him.

And that might be a very long time.

She eased her snatch up and down, milking his finger 
with muscles that were rapidly growing overexcited. By 
swaying a little, she could make her clit bump 
deliciously against the edge of his palm, and her 
orgasmic future looked very good.

"Fuck her, Dad," she whispered into her father's ear, 
while smothering his face with kisses. "She wants it. 
You can tell. You've got your finger up her cunt. 
Fuck her!"

"Fuck me," Renée chimed in. "Mmmm, Mr Webster -- Glen 
-- pleeeez fuck me ... "

Michelle slipped off his finger, though it killed her 
to do it. She pulled her father's head closer, and she 
whispered again, "But don't fuck her pussy! Put your 
cock where she had the cucumber ... "

Glen's face went white. How could his daughter know 
that she had just expressed one of his horniest 
desires? But Jesus, could he even dream of ramming his 
cock into Renée Morgan's tender teenaged asshole?

Michelle fell upon Renée, kissing her, feeling her up 
and down, making a bigger production of it than normal, 
even, just because she knew her dad was watching every 
lick, every kiss, every sensual stroke. She turned her 
dark-haired friend over, and she bent down to kiss and 
tongue the smooth firm curves of the other girl's ass. 
She spread the thighs and licked between them, nuzzling 
the cunt, the butt. She didn't care what she licked. 
She was licking, and that was enough for Michelle.

Renée's asshole had not tightened up a great deal. It 
had gotten a hell of a workout from the cucumber. 
Michelle sucked the back opening, then stuck a finger 
inside it, and she worked in and out until Renée heaved 
up and down in a frenzy of arousal. She looked up at 
her dad and she gave him a wink, then nodded.

Glen stared at Renée's exposed asshole. Jesus, he 
thought, this is the girl who played a tree, along with 
Jerry, in the third grade class spring pageant. And 
I'm gonna stick my cock up her ass? Michelle's finger 
poked in and out of the hole, causing Renée to make a 
gushing moany sound, and he thought, You're goddamn 
right I am!!!

Michelle stroked his cock while he moved into place, 
atop the prone, whimpering Renée, and then his daughter 
pressed the tip of his tool against Renée's shitter. 
Glen closed his eyes and thrust, his meat barrelling 
into the girl. She screamed aloud at the fury of his 
penetration, but she didn't ask him to stop, and he 
wouldn't have stopped if she'd asked.

He fucked her asshole, mercilessly, while she whined 
and cried and beat her fists on the ground. "You dirty 
son of a bitch," she moaned over and over, "oh, you're 
fucking me, you're fucking my asshole!!!"

Michelle was all over Renée at the same time, kissing 
her, pressing her hard-nippled tits into Renée's face, 
making the older girl suck at the pointypink teats. 
Not that it took so much persuasion. And at least with 
her mouth full of tit, Renée wasn't shrieking quite so 
loudly.

If it hadn't been for the preliminary work of the cuke, 
Glen would never have gotten his hugely engorged dick 
up Renée's tight hole. Even with the expansion 
provided by the vegetable, she was excruciatingly 
tight, but that only made her so much more fun to fuck. 
The older man drove his prick into his daughter's 
friend, inching a little deeper with each fresh stroke.

He came out of her asshole suddenly, and Michelle was 
right there to trap his prick in her mouth. She didn't 
care where his tool had been. She wolfed her lips down 
the shaft, sucking his meat and Renée's shit at the 
same time.

"You're not gonna give it all to strangers, are you, 
Dad?" she whispered, sliding him back and forth over 
her lips, in and out of her wet thirsty mouth. "Can't 
I have just a little of it too?"

And with that, she rolled over, on her belly, rubbed up 
against Renée's. Two sweet tight pink teenaged 
assholes, both his for the taking. Glen sucked in his 
breath and he moved into the gap of his daughter's 
legs.

She held her buttocks apart, and he looked for a moment 
at her exposed anus. Renée wasn't the only one who'd 
been widely dilated by the cuke. Michelle's rectum was 
winked open, and his cock drooled out a big hot bubble 
of cum as he contemplated the sight of his acquiescent 
daughter.

He banged into her, rougher than he should have but 
caught in such a heat of sexual desire that he couldn't 
have stopped if he'd tried. Michelle's butt opened to 
receive him, even as her eyes exploded in tears, and he 
heard her say, "Oh, Daddy, fuck my goddamn assssss ..."

In and out of her, six or eight massive thrusts, and 
then he heard Renée saying, "Do me again, pleeeeez????" 
and he had to switch rectums, returning his cock to the 
other girl's responsive hole.

He couldn't decide which of them was the better 
assfuck. Both of them seemed to want it so much, as 
much as he wanted to give it. Even without lubricant, 
he was able to fuck both girls hard and deep. He felt 
Renée coming beneath his incessant attack, and he 
fucked her more savagely, reaming her tight shithole 
while she exploded in orgasmic ecstasy.

She went limp on the grass, and he turned back to his 
daughter. "Yes," Michelle whispered. "Yes, Dad!"

He banged into her asshole, fucking it half a dozen 
sharp biting strokes. She began to come. He yanked 
his tool out of her butt and shoved it up her pussy, 
fucking her just as hard, just as deep, just as 
explosively. Her orgasm spread like wildfire through 
her whole body. He kept on fucking.

Who had taught his little girl about assfucking? Glen 
wondered. He had considered murdering the corruptor, 
not an hour ago, but now he knew that he only wanted to 
shake the guy's hand for a job well done. 

"I'm gonna come," he gasped, his nuts bloated beyond 
endurance. He took his dick out of Michelle's pussy 
and he yanked her face around. Her mouth opened 
automatically at the touch of his cock, and he shoved 
it into her. Renée turned too, and she was just as 
thirsty for the squirt of his cum. He pulled out of 
Michelle and fucked a few nasty strokes into the other 
girl's mouth.

When he came, it was a river, splattering the faces of 
both girls. They closed their eyes and accepted his 
squirting load, catching some in their mouths, drinking 
the rest off each other's skin. As their mouths merged 
in a drippy, sperm-swapping kiss, his cock only got 
harder, more aroused. He fucked it into their kiss, 
and he felt the gratification of their mouths upon his 
meat.

He looked at Renée, at the way his jizz oozed from her 
smooth full lips, and he thought, I hope to shit I 
don't run into her dad while I'm still feeling guilty 
about fucking and creaming his cute young daughter. 
And he looked at his own equally cute young daughter, 
who was equally cum-stained, and he thought, What the 
fuck? What the fuck, indeed?

"What are you going to be like when you're fifteen?" 
Glen panted, his cock going soft in his hand after its 
huge gush of seminal fluid.

Michelle smirked. "All you can handle, and then some, 
Daddy. Fuck, I bet I'm all you can handle now!" He 
shook his head but he didn't attempt to argue. There 
was a lot of truth in what she said, and he was knocked 
out.

"I can't believe this," Renée sighed, curled in a heap 
of flesh on the grass with Glen and Michelle. "You fuck 
your dad, too???"

"Too?" Glen asked. "What do you mean 'too'?"

Michelle snuggled closer. "Long story, Dad," she 
purred, taking hold of his rod. As she stroked it up 
and down, she could feel it growing hard, all over 
again, and she knew that she had backed into something 
unimaginably naughty and fulfilling, at the same time. 
"But if you can keep this thing stiff, I'll try to tell 
you all the details while you're fucking me again ... "

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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