Mom gets it on

"WHAT?"

"Let me have the soap," she ordered, sticking her hand out. "Sure." She soaped Pad's back as he rinsed the lather off his face. "It was great."

"Your mom's pretty good, too," Paul said helpfully. "I guess you know that, though."

"Do I ever," Jan giggled.

"How'd you get her going like that, anyway?" Paul asked. Jan was lathering his tight, muscular ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her warm soapy hands back there.

"Oh, sort of like this," Jan answered, sliding her fingers into his crack. "And a little like this," she added, grasping his half-hard cock with her other hand.

"Hmmm," he agreed. "I heard the vibrator going and couldn't figure out what it was. I thought I was going to cum in my pants when I saw what you were doing to her. You had your finger clear up her…"

"Just like you had your cock up her ass that afternoon," Jan observed. "Just like this," she added, twisting her soap-slick finger into his asshole.

"Unnnhhh!" Paul grunted as he felt his shit chute being invaded by her probing digit. "Christ, that feels good!"

"Thought you'd like it," Jan said cheerily, drilling her finger further into his asshole, clasping her hand more tightly around his rigid cock.

Paul stood under the blast of water, feeling his asshole spasming around her finger.

"Wow," he groaned.

"Still think Mom's right about no sex between relatives?" Jan asked, wiggling her finger provocatively in his greasy socket.

"I don't know," Paul gr6aned. "Sure is a lot of fun. And a lot easier than having to go out and find a girl."

"You bet your bippy," Jan agreed. "Especially when you aren't old enough to date."

"What happens when we do start really dating?" Paul asked.

"Just broadens our horizons the way I figure," Jan answered.

"Yeah," Paul agreed through his haze of pleasure. "How late are they going to be out tonight, anyway?"

"Real late," Jan answered, leaving no doubt about what she had in mind.

"That's nice," Paul sighed. Her finger was slipping in and out of his asshole now.

"How'd you get the idea of tonguing my asshole?" she asked as the water streamed down around them.

"Just sort of came to me," he answered. "You liked it?"

"Uh-huh," she acknowledged. "Can I try it?" she asked.

"You can reach your own asshole?" he teased, his guts tensing as he thought about what it would feel like to have her tongue in his ass.

"Oh you, silly!"

"Go ahead."

"Okay," she breathed, pulling her finger out of

his ass. Releasing his cock, she knelt behind him in the shower. He felt her hands clutch his ass cheeks, spread them apart. He bent over slightly, leaned against the wall.

Her breath burning his backside as she neared her goal. Her lips touched him and he flinched. His asshole clenched, then relaxed.

For a long time there was only that, as if she were building her courage. Then, so delicately he couldn't believe it, came the slithery, probing touch of her tongue. He sucked in his breath. It felt fantastic.

She pushed harder, and he fought to admit her buggering tongue. His asshole relaxed, and he felt her tongue dig inward, pry the slack muscle open a fraction of an inch. Then it clenched defensively. He relaxed it again and she pressed her tongue deeper. It was sensational! It felt like a worm was pushing its way into his body. No wonder she had gone mad when he had done it to her. And, at the same time he had been doing it, she was being eaten by her mother!

Paul spread his legs farther and bent over more to give her better access to his asshole. He could feel her breath in hot gusts burned his ass as she panted. He glanced down at his dangling, bloated cock. He could see her naked body between his legs. Her face was hidden by his swaying balls. But her tits were visible. Her nipples were protruding anxiously. Her thighs were squeezed together, so he could only see a tiny triangular patch of golden hair.

She released her grip on his ass cheeks and snaked a hand in between his legs. He watched her grope blindly for his cock, locate it, and curl her fingers around it. She began to pump his shaft as she drilled her tongue farther up

into his ass. He was already spasming as if he were cumming. But there wasn't any thick, creamy gush of jism. It was a crazy, totally unexpected reaction to her invasion of his asshole.

Jan showed no signs of wanting to end the fun. She continued to drive her tongue into his restricting anal ring. Then he felt her tongue tip actually teasing his rectal walls, squirming around in his ass like a live animal! His cock throbbed as her dainty hand stroked and pumped it. Her fingers slid on the coating of soap, formed a fake cunt. She pulled his cock downward, and the strain on its foundations increased his already incredible pleasure.

Paul felt her tongue squirm in his ass again, and, suddenly, his orgasm was inevitable. He was going to cum. The jism forced its way around the bend she had put in his cock. The thick liquid felt like boiling acid as it powered past the kink. His asshole began convulsing madly in time with the driving pumping of his prostate. His cock jerked with every gooey shot. She kept rubbing and stroking it with her soapy hand. He saw thick, gooey cum burst from the tip in big globs, drop to the floor of the shower, and be swirled down the drain by the streaming water. Spurt after spurt joined the raging torrent, spiraled counter-clockwise toward the gaping maw of the drain.

Her hand kept pumping his cock and her tongue kept probing his ass. Finally his pleasure became an agonizing ache of carnal exhaustion and he had to tell her to stop. Her tongue left his ass and her hand left his cock. He slumped wearily against the wall.

"Christ!"

"Let me under the shower," Jan said, pushing past him. She let the hot spray slash her face, pour into her mouth.

"Did that bother you?" he asked, wondering if she would have continued if it had.

"No, not really," she answered. "Whew. Thought I was going to smother, though. But I liked it."

"So did I," Paul told her.

"I didn't get to turn," she said. "What are you going to do about that?"

"Why don't I start by washing you?" he asked. "Okay," she agreed, arching her body toward him.

After lathering his hands, Paul let them slide down her front. Her tits, soft, warm mounds, were a pleasure to wash. Her nipples were rubbery points that yielded, then sprang out more erect and alert than ever. Her flesh molded to his palms, slid along his fingers.

"Still think Mom is right?" Jan asked, returning to the subject they had been discussing.

"Maybe not," Paul acknowledged, stroking a wave of lather down her belly.

"I think she's wrong."

"So? What can we do about it?" he asked. He coated her back with soap, then turned her gently. She rotated obediently. It was as if she had no will of her own.

"I don't know," Jan admitted. "Have to think about it."

Paul stopped washing her.

"No, don't stop," she protested. "I'll think while you're doing me."

"Sorry," he apologized, returning to his task. He knelt, and ran soapy hands down her sleek legs. She didn't shave, and had no real need to do

so because of the fineness of her blonde hair. He was astonished at how nice her legs were, how well shaped, how firm and trim, how evenly tanned. He wondered if a woman's body would ever cease to be a source of wonder to him. He doubted he would ever tire of exploring Jan's graceful form. He thought, too, of how it would change over the years. Right now it was youthful, immature. Her waist was still a little large when compared to her developing bust and hips. Someday, her tits would be fuller and softer. Her hips would swell, her thighs round out more.

Still kneeling, he turned her again and stroked the front of her thighs with his lathered hands. His face was inches from her pussy. There, he supposed, the hair would thicken and spread. Now it was very fine, curly, golden, and limited to her mound and cunt lips. Probably it would darken, too. But now, all it did was mist the pink slit of wet pussy.

Delicately, he spread her folds and examined her inner petals. The little nubbin of her clit peeped bashfully from under its hood. A gentle touch and it emerged, seeking the pleasure he had to offer.

Abandoning her clit, he explored lower. He spread her feet so he could see better. There was the tiny orifice of her piss-hole. He touched it, and it winked at him. And then, lower still, there was the flower of her cuntal opening. It was rimmed with flushed pink petals. He put his thumb in the warm opening and slid it slowly up into her. Her hips rocked forward in response, giving him a better angle into her cunt. He drove his thumb deep, felt her hot walls hug it. He pumped in and out and was rewarded with a thick, slick flow of

lubricant.

Jan was making funny noises way deep in her throat now. Obviously, she was enjoying what was being done to her cunt. He wondered if she was really thinking-not that it mattered. He looked up, but couldn't see her expression because she had her head tipped back. The water ran down her face, poured in shining rivulets down her chest, divided to go around her tits, rejoined, then streamed over her cunt and her thighs.

He withdrew his thumb from her cunt and probed between her thighs in search of the next opening. It was closer to her cunt than he had thought it would be. He delicately probed the tight entrance to her bowels. She sighed in reaction.

He took the time to lather his finger, then pressed it slowly up into her asshole. The ring of muscle resisted, then yielded, then closed around his finger like a tourniquet. The soap making his entry easy, he drilled his finger deep into her ass.

He had used his longest finger as a matter of course. Now he realized that his thumb was perfectly positioned to probe her cunt at the same time. He pressed up into her cunt, and got a grip on her like she was a bowling ball.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed, the words bubbling through the water pouring over her mouth.

Paul pumped his thumb in her cunt with a flicking motion. Then he extracted his finger from her asshole and slid it back in. He was astonished that he felt the motion of his finger with his thumb, and the motion of his thumb with his finger. The partition separating her channels was that thin and pliable.

He began moving his hand so his thumb and finger moved in opposite directions in her two holes. Jan began to squirm her hips crazily and then.

stopped, because she couldn't find a movement that was complimentary to bath motions in her crotch. So she spread her legs farther and bent her knees to give him more room.

Paul had an idea that he was sure his cousin would like. With his free hand, he spread the upper point of her cunt lips and located the pink pearl of her clitoris. It was aroused and alert. Leaning forward, Paul brought his mouth in contact with it. He thought for a moment that Jan was going to collapse on top of him.

"GAWD!" she bellowed. She reached out and braced herself against the wall.

Encouraged, Paul sucked on her clit, trapped it between his lips and tongued it. At the same time, he was still squirming his thumb and finger wildly in her cunt and asshole. The only primary erogenous zone he couldn't cover was her tits.

Evidently, what he was doing to her was enough. She was practically dancing over him as he ate her clit and finger-fucked her ass and cunt. He changed the motion of his hand, drew both thumb and finger out and rammed them back in at the same time. Jan jumped and jerked crazily, tearing her clit out of his clasping lips. He captured it again and continued his assault. A hand brushed his head, then fluttered away, seeking some stability in

a world gone mad with lust.

Paul kept at it until Jan was reduced to a shuddering heap and her cunt was spasming around his thumb. Her asshole knotted and unknotted around his driving finger. Her clit retreated into her body.

"Aah-ah-aaahhh!" Jan wailed. Her voice echoed wildly from the hard walls of the small enclosure.

"ENOUGH!" she finally yelled, shoving at his head, driving him away from her clitoris. "Enough!" she begged.

Paul gathered his wits and pulled his hand from her streaming crotch, and sucked in the steamy shower air. He had experienced a crazy psychological orgasm of his own as he had brought the girl off. He had gone a little crazy from what he was doing.

"Sorry," he panted apologetically as he scrambled to his feet.

"Oh, wow! Don't apologize," she wheezed. "My God, that was far out!"

"Really?"

Jan nodded weakly. "Know what I'm going to do someday?"

"What?"

She took a deep breath. "Someday, I'm going to take three cocks at once. One in my cunt, one in my asshole, and one in my mouth."

"Sounds crazy," Paul commented as he washed his hands.

"Maybe, but it's the only thing left crazier than what you just did to me," Jan informed him. "I thought it was pretty crazy with both you and Kenny going at me the other day, but this even beat that!"

Paul was pleased with her reaction. "Did you get any thinking done?" he teased.

"No," she said honestly. "Hey, if we don't get out of this shower, we're going to look like prunes.

"Huh. A prune should be lucky enough to look like you," Paul snorted.

"You say the sweetest things," she said as she dried his back for him.

"Well, you are pretty," he insisted.

"Thank you. You're not bad yourself."

"Really?"

"Really"

Paul felt himself glowing stupidly and turned to hang up the towels.

"Come on, I'm hungry," Jan said, opening both bathroom doom to let the damp air out.

"Hey, don't you want this?" he asked, holding up her nightie.

"Why?"

"You're naked," he noted, then felt foolish.

"No kidding," she responded in a tone that dripped sarcasm. "Come on, silly, it's our own house, after all."

Confused, and a little embarrassed, Paul let the nightie drop. He left his own clothes on the floor and followed her to the kitchen. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator, chewing thoughtfully on her thumb as she inspected the contents.

As they stuffed themselves with cookies and ice cream, Paul kept looking at her tits. She noticed, and stuck her chest out.

"What are we going to do about Lil?" he asked. Jan frowned.

"I don't know."

"You said you've done things with Uncle Joe," Paul observed.

"Uh-huh. I seduced him," she said proudly. "What did he say?"

"Not much, while I was seducing him." She giggled.

"Well, what did he say afterward?"

"About the same thing Mom did."

"Then I seduced him again, and he stopped bitching about it." She snickered.

"Stop saying that!"

"Saying what?"

"Oh-uh, sorry."

"Anyway, Dad was worried about Mom. He doesn't know about you and Mom. I didn't know about it then, either," Jan continued. "But then I saw you ass-fuck Mom, and I knew he didn't need to worry about her."

"But we do," Paul observed.

"Because she doesn't know about me and Dad," Jan noted.

"What do you think she'd do if she found out about you and your father?"

Jan licked her spoon off carefully. "What can she say?" she said at last. "After all, look what she's done with you and me, for that matter."

"Hmmmm," Paul mused.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jan asked.

"What are you thinking?"

Jan took a deep breath, which did exciting things to her chest. "I think, that if Mom saw me and Dad making it, it would put the kabosh on all her objections."

"Just what I was thinking," Paul agreed.

"On the other hand," Jan pointed out carefully, "it might screw things up completely! Mom might go off the deep end."

"Go nuts, you mean?"

"Something like that. What do you think?"

"I think maybe you're right," Paul said morosely, seeing no way out of their dilemma.

"Do you think you could seduce Mom again?" Jan asked finally.

"I don't know. Maybe. Why?"

"Well, if you got Mom going, and then she saw me and Dad going at it, while you and she were going at it, and she and Dad sort of discovered simultaneously what the other had been doing, neither of them could really say anything to the other. Could they?"

"I guess not," Paul said at last. "But how are we going to arrange that?"

"I don't know," Jan sighed.

Crazy ideas flickered through Paul's head, dividing the living room with a remote control curtain that could be lifted when things were at the proper point, and so on. None of them seemed even remotely practical.

"Damn," he said at last. "It's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible," Jan snapped.

"Well, it's damn difficult."

Jan was tracing vague lines on the table with her finger. "Mom rides horseback," she mused.

"So?"

"Dad rides, too."

"So?"

"So, what if we set something up by that little pond," she said thoughtfully.

Paul tried to visualize the terrain around the pond, but couldn't. It did seem to have more possibilities than the house did.

"It's worth a look," he agreed.

"Let's go tomorrow."

"Suits me."

"Let's take Kenny along, too," Jan added.

"Kenny? Why?"

Jan smiled. "Might as well have a good time while we're at it!"

"You'll have all the fun," Paul retorted. "You'll get two guys!"

"What would you do with two girls if you had 'em? You only have one cock," his cousin pointed out. "Besides, don't you enjoy sharing me?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Paul admitted. "Okay, we'll take Kenny."

"And the suntan lotion," Jan asked.

"And the suntan lotion," Paul agreed, getting hard suddenly.

"You're getting a hard-on," Jan teased.

"Come on, let's go to bed," Paul said boldly. "Or isn't a simple, straightforward fuck enough for you any more?"

"I don't know, let's try it!" She giggled and got up quickly.

In minutes, he was sinking his fully erect cock into her ready cunt, feeling her hot fleshy walls slide past his glans as he bored into her. In spite of all the fancy variations they had been trying, the plain fucking was extraordinarily satisfying for them both. Paul stroked in and out of her clinging cunt until she was sighing and moaning, her hips heaving up to meet his drives. Her bed protested at the workout they were giving it.

He felt her cunt spasming around his cock, thrust into her, and released his load deep in her hot recesses. They didn't part until they heard a door slam and footsteps approaching. Paul darted through the bathroom to his own room and scrambled into his bed. He got his eyes closed and his breathing steadied just as his door opened and a shaft of light spilled across his face.

"Kenny says he'll have to bring his sister along," Paul told Jan, his hand over the receiver.

"Yuk!" Jan snorted. "That's no good!"

"Yeah, and that's not the half of it. He was going riding with her today anyway. So, they're going to be there no matter what."

"Not really!"

"That's what he says,"

"Boy! That really screws things up," Jan grumbled.

Paul took his muffling hand off the receiver. "Yeah, Kenny, we'll probably see you at the pond," Paul said, trying to conceal his irritation. After hanging up, he checked that his dime hadn't been returned accidentally.

"Now what?" Jan asked.

Paul shrugged. "Well, at least we can look the pond, over. I told Kenny we'd probably see him there.

"What'd you tell him that far?" Jan demanded. "Well, I figured we might as well go, so long as we're here," Paul said defensively. "He said they were just heading out the door, so they'll be here in a few minutes."

Jan still looked mad.

"Maybe we'll have time for a little fun later," Paul soothed her. "Just you and, me."

"I hope so," Jan answered vehemently. "I was all wet and ready. Kenny's stupid sister messed things up completely."

"What's she like?" Paul asked as they waited for their horses to be brought around.

"What's who like?"

"Kenny's sister."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jan pouted. "She's a real goody-goody. Teacher's pet. Gets real good grades…"

"I get good grades," Paul said defensively.

"Yeah, but you don't snitch on people smoking and stuff like that," Jan retorted.

"She does that?" Paul asked, aghast.

"No, but she's the type. Always dresses perfectly, probably takes two showers a day. I'm surprised she'll associate with anything as smelly as a horse."

Paul wasn't sure what was bugging Jan so much. Nothing she had said so far about Kenny's sister would bother him. "How old is she?" he asked.

"She's pretty young," Jan answered.

"Oh," Paul said.

The horses stepped out into the bright sunlight, and blinked stupidly against the glare. Their tails swished at the flies. Jan grabbed her reins and climbed on quickly. "Come on, let's get out of here before they get here," she urged.

Still puzzling over his cousin's venom, Paul scrambled onto his horse, dragged its head around, and kicked it soundly in the ribs. It started off slowly. Further kicking did nothing to increase its speed. He was ten minutes behind Jan by the time he reached the turn-off to the pond. Seeing the drop-off, his horse did everything but sit down. Finally, Paul dismounted and pulled the

creature along by the reins. Cursing and sweating, he slipped down the brushy slope.

At the bottom he stopped to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He noticed it was possible to see the entire clearing and most of the pond from where he was. Jan was standing by the water, looking around, waiting for him. At one point she stared straight at him, but showed no sign of having seen him. When he stepped out into the open, leading his horse, she jumped.

"Where have you been?" she demanded.

"Right there," he answered, pointing.

"All this time?"

"Naw. Stupid horse moves like a snail on cold marble," Paul snorted. "But for about five minutes I was right there. You looked straight at me and didn't see me.

"Really?"

"Know what I think?"

"What?"

Paul smiled. "I think it's the solution to our problem. You get down here with your dad and seduce him. Then I'll bring Aunt Lil down the hill, and we'll stop back there. By the time you finish with him, I'll have her going. Then you sort of slip up on us or something, and bingo!"

"Go back and let me see if I can see you," Jan said eagerly.

Letting his horse's reins drop, Paul did as she asked. Once back where he had been before, he looked out. Jan was peering hard trying to see him, obviously with no success. He yelled to her and she just looked harder. She was still unable to see him in the shadows.

"Can you see me?" she asked at last.

"Perfectly."

"Oh, yeah? What am I doing?" she asked.

"Scratching your pussy."

"Does it give you ideas?" she asked.

"Damn straight. But we can't do anything about it," he said as he came out of the woods. "I heard Kenny's voice just now."

"Come on, let's get out of here," she said.

Paul shrugged. "Too late to avoid 'em now," he pointed out. "Besides, I want to meet his sister."

"You would," Jan sniffed. "Hi, guys!" Kenny called.

Paul suddenly knew why Jan was so down on Kenny's sister. She was a gorgeous redhead, and had a figure that would have done justice to any girl. Paul found it hard to believe she was almost the same age as Jan.

"Paul, this is my sister, Cynthia," Kenny said as he tied their horses next to Jan's.

Paul managed to haul his eyes off her incredible tits, and greeted her enthusiastically.

"Hi!"

"Hi, Paul." Her voice sent shivers up and down his spine. His eyes kept going back to those fantastic tits, then down to her small waist, to her graceful hips. Her jeans were skin tight.

"What's happening?" Kenny asked.

"We were just leaving," Jan said quickly.

"No we weren't," Paul said, just as quickly.

"Hey, Paul, how come you were hiding in the bushes just as we were coming don?" Kenny asked, ignoring the disagreement.

"Paul was takng a leak," Jan said.

Unfortunately, just at the same time, Paul said, "We were trying to see if she could see me back there." His mind was more on Cynthia's fabulous body than on what he was saying.

"Now why the hell would you want to do that?" Kenny asked.

Jan silenced Paul with a swift kick in the shin. He winced, distracted even from Cynthia. Jan repeated that her cousin had been pissing.

"Something funny's going on," Kenny said suspiciously. "You two couldn't agree on what day it is. You're up to something."

"How about going swimming," Paul suggested desperately.

"No suits," Kenny answered, glancing sharply at Cynthia.

Jan shrugged. She had a decidedly scheming expression on her face. "So anybody that doesn't want to, can leave," she said, eyeing Cynthia.

"Come on, Sis," Kenny ordered quickly.

Cynthia cocked her head and nibbled on her.

lower lip for a moment.

"I'm hot. I think I'll go swimming," she announced. "You go on ahead if you want."

Jan had neatly trapped herself. Paul smiled when he saw her expression.

"Ah… I guess I'll stay and swim, too," Kenny agreed reluctantly.

"Where do we undress?" Cynthia asked innocently.

Then Jan made her second big mistake. "Right here," she said boldly,'and began stripping her shirt up and off.

Cynthia accepted this challenge as easily as she had the first. "Okay," she agreed, reaching back and unfastening her halter.

Jan got her head untangled from her shirt just in time to see Cynthia bare her tits. Paul yanked his eyes from Cynthia's magnificent chest to Jan's face, and smiled at his cousin's expression of envy. Jan had plenty to be envious of.

Cynthia had the finest pair of boobs Paul had ever seen. They were large, without being gross, firm, with just enough heaviness to form a tiny crease on the underside. The pigmented circle around each rubbery nipple was a delicate pink. Cynthia's pale skin was freckled to where her bathing suit covered her, which was quite far down, just a fraction of an inch from her nipples.

Letting the halter drop to the grass, Cynthia undid her jeans casually. Lime-green panties rode low on her lush hips Her pubic hair was an enticing shadow under the thin panties.

"Isn't anyone else going to swim?" Cynthia asked sweetly. They were all watching her, not moving. Only Jan had taken anything off, and she still had her bra on.

"Yeah, sure!" Paul said eagerly, and undressed quickly. He managed it all by touch, so he wouldn't have to take his eyes off Kenny's sister for even a moment. His cock was bursting. When released, it lurched up frantically, and swayed heavily at his groin.

Kenny gaped at his sister as if he had never seen her before. When he finally began to strip, it was as if be were hypnotized. Jan, meanwhile, was tearing at her own clothes angrily, trying her best to keep her eyes off Cynthia. When Jan was naked, Paul understood his cousin's envy. Her slim and graceful body looked skinny beside Cynthia's dramatic curves. Jan moved away from the red-haired girl

"A genuine redhead," Paul said to himself when Cynthia skinned her panties down. Her cunt was a tight, trim patch of beautiful dark-red curls.

Cynthia noticed Paul's hard cock and hot gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "One thing, you guys," she said firmly.

"Just because we're all naked doesn't mean there's going to be any funny stuff. Understand?"

Paul's hopes fell.

"Why, what do you mean?" Jan asked, her tone suspiciously sugary.

"I mean, that just because I'm undressed doesn't mean I want to get laid," Cynthia sniffed. "I'm not worried about Kenny, he's my brother, after all. And you're a girl, so I guess I don't need to worry about you. But you keep your hands off me, Paul. I'm a virgin, and proud of it."

"Paul!" Jan exclaimed. "Whatever were you thinking?"

Paul didn't feel that needed an answer and led the way to the water in a stony silence. Cynthia's attitude both discouraged and angered him. He was so mad he didn't notice Jan's thoughtful expression.

After a few minutes in the water, he found himself with Jan and Kenny. Cynthia was floating on her back by herself. Her tits were bobbing enticingly on the surface.

"Is she really a virgin?" Jan asked Kenny.

"I guess so," he answered. "Surprised the hell out of rue she was willing to go skinny dipping. Around the house she's a real prude."

"Bet she wouldn't be such a prude if she knew how great sex is," Jan observed calculatingly.

"Think so?" Kenny said hopefully.

"Sure," Jan answered. "Why, get her started on sex and you won't get a decent night's sleep the rest of your life."

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to get her switched on?" Kenny asked.

Jan had it all planned. "Well, we stay with to show and tell,

then switch to the old suntan-oil trick. Which is followed by body contact, which leads to deep penetration," Jan explained. "Or, we take mare direct action, since we outnumber her."

"I don't think the first way will work," Kenny said.

"And the second is called rape," Paul pointed out.

"Not if I get her warmed up first," Jan said. "You guys hold her down. Then I'll get her so turned on she'll beg for it. Okay?"

They grinned at each other, then headed for the grass and began sunbathing. Soon Cynthia joined them. She lay on her back and closed her eyes. They waited until she was completely relaxed, then moved in on her.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asked as Paul and Kenny each latched onto a wrist and an ankle and spread her wide. She noticed their hard cocks, but didn't look frightened.

"Why, I was just going to put some suntan oil on you," Jan said politely, standing over the redhead.

"Yeah, well I don't need to be spread-eagled for that," Cynthia protested, trying to close her legs.

Paul tightened his grip as Jan spread a glob of oil over one of Cynthia's firm, thrusting tits. His cousin was kneeling between Cynthia's thighs, leaning forward, massaging her big tit. Cynthia's nipple responded to the stimulation promptly.

"N-now c-cut that out!" Cynthia protested, her voice breaking.

"Okay," Jan said agreeably, and slid her oily hands down Cynthia's torso, and rubbed and massaged Cynthia's trim belly. Then Jan went still lower, and massaged Cynthia's red-bushed cunt.

"Jan!" The redhead's voice was quivering with passion. Paul was amazed at

how fast the girl was being turned on. His cock was swollen to the bursting point. He was really turned on by her helplessness. She was writhing against his and Kenny's grip, which made the whole scene much more exciting.

Jan lowered her head and nuzzled her lips against Cynthia's cunt. Paul saw Jan's tongue spear out, penetrate. Cynthia's hips heaved wildly.

"Stop!" Cynthia wailed. "Ahhh, please, stop!" Jan didn't stop. She drilled her tongue deep into Cynthia's cunt, then stroked it up until it rasped over Cynthia's clit. The red-haired girl heaved in reaction to the blistering touch, and Paul almost lost his grip on her ankle. He dragged her leg out farther, splitting her like a wishbone. Her crotch gaped and the tendons on the insides of her thighs stretched tight. Her lush body had no secrets, now. Jan was spreading her cunt lips to show the shining pink heart of Cynthia's pussy. Then Jan's lips closed on Cynthia's erect clit, and the girl went crazy, thrashed against the relentless grip on her arms arid legs.

Cynthia's protests had become a wordless wailing. Her nipples were hard as rocks. She heaved crazily. Her hips jumped and jerked with need. Her head rolled, and her wet hair flailed around her passion-twisted face.

Her eyes flickered open and stared blindly upward for a moment. "What's happening?" she whispered. "My God! WHAT'S HAPPENING?"

Paul knew that she was about to cum, and grinned. He watched Jan suck on Cynthia's cunt. Her 11ps working, Jan massaged and ate and slurped on the hot, streaming tissues. She was stretching Cynthia's cunt lips wide so Kenny and Paul

could see exactly what she was doing.

"GAAAHHHH!" Cynthia's body arched, her muscles knotted and strained, her belly drew fight. A pink flush started northward from her cunt, spread over her stomach, over her chest, covered her tits.

Fascinated, Paul watched the bloom of her first orgasm. His cock throbbed at the sight of Cynthia's ecstasy. The resistance had gone out of her, making it easy to hold her, possibly unnecessary. He kept his grip anyway, unsure of what would happen when her orgasm passed.

When it ended, she slumped on the ground. Jan lifted her face from Cynthia's gaping mint. There was a hot gleam in Jan's eyes, and Paul realized that his cousin had cum, too. She had cum just from the pleasure of eating another girl's pussy.

"Don't let her go yet," Jan cautioned. "I'm just getting started."

"No, please," Cynthia whispered.

"I think her brother should have the first shot at her," Jan said. "She's undoubtedly been teasing him for years."

"Yeah," Kenny said hotly. Jan took over holding his sister as he positioned himself between Cynthia's widespread legs. His huge cock tugged down, anxious to be plunged into the gaping red nest in front of him. Leaning forward, he nuzzled the purple head against her cunt lips.

"No, NO, NO! YEEEOWWWW!"

Cynthia bucked madly against the hands holding her, but it did no good. Kenny's cock tore the fragile tissue of her virgin barrier, and plunged deep into her streaming cunt. He slammed against her, sank his prick full depth into her searing tunnel.

"Awwww!" Cynthia moaned, rolling her head from side to side.

Kenny rested for a moment. He was oblivious of the pain he had caused his sister. He began to fuck her with slow steady thrusts, drawing his cock out, then jamming it back into her gaping cunt.

"Noooo!" Cynthia wailed. "Noooo! Awwww, my God, my God!"

The pain was leaving her face, was being replaced by lust as her brother fucked her. His body pounded against her clit his cock ripped in and out of her cunt.

Paul's cock dribbled excitedly as he watched. He was dying to sink his own cock into Cynthia's hot cunt, dying to have a go at her twitching body. He had a different idea about where he wanted to put his prick. Her cunt had received enough attention already. He was going to introduce her to sexual pleasure of a different nature the minute he got the chance. He was going to have a virgin hole, too.

From the way Kenny was heaving his cock into his sister, Paul's chance was going to come soon. He was jerking his hips forward, slamming his shining prick into her ravenous cunt. Cynthia's hips were heaving upward in response, accepting his drives, welcoming them now. The pink flush that had barely had a chance to fade was starting again, welling upward slowly as she convulsed, arched in the grip of a second blistering orgasm. Her big tits quivered as she strained to get her brother's enormous cock clear into her.

Kenny's ass cheeks pumped, his cock convulsed. He bucked, pumped jism into his sister's spasming cunt. A thick wave of overflow cum oozed out around his throbbing prick, formed a sticky paste in their tangled pubic bushes.

Kenny was up and his arms, and his body was arched. Paul had a perfect

view of the incestuous meshing of cock with cunt. As he watched Kenny's overflow cum well out, his own balls tensed and throbbed, eager for the blazing pleasure of pumping such a load.

Kenny squirmed, straining, milking his orgasm for every last trickle of pleasure. Then he flopped down on his gorgeous sister. Her body went limp under his. His back heaved as he caught his breath.

Paul let go of the limp girl and shoved Kenny off her. "Come on, man, my turn!" he said urgently.

Kenny dragged himself away. Paul gazed at Cynthia's abused cunnt. It was inflamed, glutted with creamy cum, stained with blood from her shredded cherry. He couldn't plunge into that channel!

"Turn her over," he ordered. He was going to flick her in the ass he had to fuck her in the ass!

Her grabbed the suntan lotion and squeezed a puddle into his palm as Kenny and Jan turned Cynthia over. Her ass was as fabulous as the rest of her. Her ass cheeks were pale globes. The crack was just begging to be spilt by Paul's thrusting cock.

He spread the cream down between her ass cheeks. The knot of her asshole was smeared with cum. He eased a finger into her tight hole. Cynthia lifted her ass. Without a word she accepted his finger in her asshole, encouraged him to explore it! She squirmed to her knees. Kenny and Jan stopped holding her, let her assume a sacrificial posture.

Paul watched his finger ease in and out of her clinging asshole, watched the ring move along his probing digit. He finger-fucked her ass for a long time, tantalizing himself with the sight, watching her as her excitement increased. Her ass wiggled invitingly at him.

Finally he dragged his finger out of her asshole, and smeared his prick with suntan oil. Then he took the bottle, inserted the slim tip in her asshole, and gave a hefty squeeze. Then he placed the purple head of his cock on her puckered bud and pushed. He watched his glans squeeze out of shape against her involuntary resistance. Then he felt the gate yielding, and saw his prick pinch its way slowly inward. He felt her anal sphincter clutch his invading cock, stroke his nerve endings to the explosion point as he wedged his cock into her slit chute.

"OOOooo?" Cynthia moaned. It was a moan of pleasure. No pain, no fear, just pure pleasure. Her ravaged body had no resistance left in it. Having cum twice now, she was willing, eager to explore every facet of carnality. She shoved her ass back against Paul's thrust.

The head of his cock slid slowly deep, drove her asshole wider and wider and wider with its rubbery bulk. Paul had gained less than an inch, yet he had introduced Cynthia to an entirely new world. He was slowly stretching her rectal sphincter until it was large enough to take the full diameter of his sturdy hard-on.

The clutching ring of her as8hole gripped the groove behind his cock head like a tourniquet. She was grasping him with her hot, rubbery ring, trapping him, holding him so he couldn't escape.

"Aww!" she sighed.

Paul waited, felt his prick become accustomed to the tight grip of her asshole. Kenny and Jan were on either side of him, staring at where his cock was clutched in Cynthia's asshole. He was enjoying the sight himself. He found the straining distension of her asshole incredibly erotic. The normally dusky,

puckery muscle was pale, stretched smooth. The column of meat connected tern, made them into carnal Siamese twins.

Leaning forward, he drove his prick deep into her tight ass. His nerve endings sent out searing messages of pleasure as they were stroked by the tight, clinging walls of her shit chute. His cock vanished. Her gripping muscle tugged him inward. He could feel the skin of his prick being tugged and stretched as it struggled to slip through her tight hole.

The distance between his hips and Cynthia's ass gradually diminished until at last he was jammed up against her. He looked down, saw a sliver of prick between her ass cheeks. It looked like the stem of an apple between two rosy mounds. His pubic patch tickled her tantalizingly. He loved the feel of her hot ass encasing almost the full length of his cock.

"Unh!" Cynthia grunted. "Feels like I have to take a big shit!" It was the first coherent thing she had said since her brother had fucked her.

Paul began fucking her ass with slow, steady strokes. His prick burned from the friction. It was the third time he had ass-fucked a woman, and it seemed to get better every time. And, from the way Cynthia was reacting, she was fully aroused, and more than willing to try anything. She was taking his ass-fucking eagerly, wiggling her ass at every stroke of his prick.

"Gonna cum!" Paul grunted.

"Yeah!" Cynthia panted.

"Gonna cum!" he repeated as his orgasm drew nearer.

"Do it!" she urged. "Do it, do it, DO IT!"

Paul did it. He slammed into her ass quickly and sharply. His balls knotted up tight against his groin. His ass cheeks spasming, his toes curling, he sent blast after ripping blast of jism deep into her shit chute. Her ass was squirming crazily around his spurting prick, massaging his jetting cock like a hot, gripping hand, making his pumping glands work even harder.

He stayed on her back until the last ecstatic dribbles of cum drained into her spasming ass. He held his hard-on as long as he could. Then the gates opened and the blood poured back into his exhausted body. As he leaned against Cynthia's ass, he felt her shitting his cock out, driving him away now that she was done with him. There was a crazy pleasure in it, in forcing her to drive him out instead of willingly extracting his exhausted cock from her ass.

Sitting back on his haunches, he looked at Cynthia. She was still kneeling in front of him. A thin, pearly stream of jism oozed from her asshole, mingled with the copious fluid already drenching her cunt. Her asshole was flushed and swollen. Pink-tinged cum flooded from her ravished cunt. Cynthia was the picture of total carnal submission. Realizing what he had just taken part in, Paul shuddered. It had been rape, pure and simple. He felt a little sick.

He looked at Jan and Kenny, saw they felt the same way. Jan looked as if she were about to puke. Kenny looked both ashamed and afraid.

"Maybe-maybe a bath would help," Jan suggested hesitantly.

"Yeah," Kenny agreed. "Come on, Sis."

Paul followed them into the water. He was. worried by the way Cynthia's legs trembled, even though Kenny and Jan were holding her up. They waded

waist-deep in the cool water, and then let her sink slowly into the rejuvenating liquid.

Carefully, Cynthia bathed her crotch and her as, stroked them under the water, let the cool currents soothe her inflamed tissues.

"I'm sorry, Sis," Kenny said at last.

"Me, too," Jan apologized.

"Me, too," Paul agreed.

"Wow! That was something else!" Cynthia sighed.

"Hope we didn't hurt you," Jan said, still waffled.

"You did, a little."

"Are you mad?" Kenny asked anxiously.

"I should be."

"Yeah," Jan agreed.

"But I'm not, really," Cynthia added. "It was a mean, rotten thing to do, but I guess I deserved it. I've been teasing cocks for years. It's about time I got taught a lesson."

Nobody said anything. "Only one thing," Cynthia added.

"What's that?" her brother asked.

"I didn't get to suck anybody."

"Well, you don't have to do everything in one day," Kenny told her, laughing.

"But I'd like to."

"I don't know if I could get it up again," Kenny said.

"Me either," Paul confessed.

"I think we've done enough for one day," Jan said.

"You cum?" Cynthia asked. "I'll do you, too,

Jan."

Jan smiled at Kenny. "Oh-oh, looks like you're

going to have your hands full, now that we ye broken her in."

"Yeah," Kenny agreed. He didn't seem dismayed at the thought.

"Well," Cynthia sighed, "if we're not going to do anything more today, maybe we ought to get dressed and get out of here."

The four of them waded to the shore to let the sun dry them. As they dressed Paul's mind returned to the reason he and Jan had come in the first place. He studied the patch of woods carefully.

"Just what were you doing, anyway?" Kenny asked, seeing where Paul was looking.

"Taking a piss," Paul said.

"Yeah, sure, and I'm King Tut," Kenny said. "You two are up to something and I want to know what it is. After all, I found this place."

"We can't tell you," Jan told him.

"How come?" he asked, more curious than ever.

"We just can't."

"Oh well, I'll find out somehow."

"I doubt it," Jan told him.

Kenny just looked smugly confident as they remounted their horses. By kicking and swearing, Paul managed to get his horse to amble up the steep bank and keep up with the others on the way back to the stable. He noticed Cynthia wasn't sitting very firmly on her horse, and his own asshole twitched sympathetically.

Lil's horse hadn't taken more_than ten steps before she had misgivings about having mounted him. The smell, the creak of the leather saddle, and the motion, all combined to bring back a host of memories, memories that were much fresher than the ones her last ride had triggered. She wondered why she had let Paul talk her into the ride in the first place. If Joe and Jan hadn't gone off someplace together she never would have agreed.

She noticed that Paul rode easily, testimony to the many rides he had taken with his cousin. Lil tried to ignore the warm desire she felt for him. That was over and done with. This was just a pleasant way to spend an afternoon, nothing more.

She wished the motion of the horse between her legs didn't stir that aching warmth in her cunt. It was crazy! Getting aroused so easily-especially after the way she and Joe had gone at it last night. She didn't know what had done it, but his sex drive had been greater than ever lately. Fortunately, so had his. Last night she had again tried to take his cock up her ass, but he was just too big. She had finally settled for taking it in her cunt, and having just his meaty finger in her asshole. Remembering it made her pussy clench and drool. She squirmed on her saddle. The rolling motion of the horse increased her horiness still further.

"Hot today," Paul observed.

Lil glanced over at him. Her eyes strayed to his" crotch. God, it looked as if he had a hard-on!

"Yes," she agreed, "it is hot today."

"Horses are going to need water," he said.

"They water them at the stable, don't they?"

"They'll still need some, because it's so hot. I know a place we can rest and water them."

Lil felt a twinge of worry, had a suspicion something was up. "Me you sure we have to?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah. If we don't, they'll collapse. Don't worry, it's not far."

Reluctantly, Lil nodded. The motion of the horse was keeping her aroused, making it hard to think. As she followed Paul a knot of fear began to grow in her guts. It mingled with her horniness, made her cunt tighten excitingly. She wondered for a moment how close fear and lust really were. She thought of having Paul, having him power that young, eager cock of his into her, and her cunt dribbled eagerly. She remembered having his tool forced into her resisting asshole. It was ridiculous. She couldn't keep her mind off sex! She kept thinking of what she had done with Paul, with Kenny, with Jan.

God! She realized suddenly that if Paul made a move toward her, her resistance would vanish instantly. Her tits were hot steel darts in her bra. Her cunt felt like a hot spring between her thighs. She was afraid to look down, afraid that she'd see her whole crotch was wet.

When Paul turned and headed through the woods, she felt like she was going to cry. How could Paul know about the pond where she had tucked so madly with Kenny? Then she remembered that Paul and Jan had ridden, with

Kenny, and her heart began hammering. Suddenly she knew Paul knew exactly where he was going, and exactly what he was going to do to her when he got there. And she knew there was no chance in the world she would resist him. She was being dragged down into the same hot pool of lust,lust for her own nephew. She knew suddenly she couldn't avoid it unless she literally threw him out of her house. And the promise she had made when she agreed to be Paul's guardian made that impossible.

"It's pretty steep here," Paul said. "We'd better walk the horses down."

Without a word, Lil dismounted. She felt her crotch pull tight as she swung her leg over her home's back. She was a puppet in Paul's hands. She wondered whether he realized it.

Her eyes on the ground, she followed him. There was getting to be a well-beaten trail down the slope, she noted. More and more people must be discovering the pond. Some of the tracks looked fresh. The thought that there might be strangers at the pond already cut two ways. It would mean she was protected from Paul this time, at least. But it also meant that the burning itch in her cunt would go unscratched.

She thought she heard splashing from the pond and died a little inside with disappointment. But, as they drew closer, she didn't hear anything, and her hopes rose.

"God!" Paul gasped. They were near the clearing, but still in the woods. Paul was staring out toward the pond. Lii's eyes automatically followed his. She froze. A cold dagger slid straight up through her body. Her eyes blurred for a moment, then cleared. It was as if she were looking through

binoculars. The scene was crystal clear.

Joe was lying on his back on the grass. The sun was burning down on his naked, hairy body. Jan, his daughter, Lil's daughter, was with him, and she was naked, too. Her trim, mature body looked tender and vulnerable next to Joe's hairy bulk. She would have looked innocent, except for what she was doing. She was on her knees between his spread legs, and had her mouth around his towering, erect cock.

Jan was sucking her father's cock. Lil thought she was going to faint. Her legs grew shaky and folded under her. She sank to the ground without talking her eyes off the lewd scene. Joe was stroking Jan's head tenderly as she drew and slurped on his huge cock. Lil didn't even notice when Paul drew the reins from her hands and tied the horses back out of the way.

"Jesus!" Paul gasped. "Who would have guessed!" He put his arms around Lil as if to support her. Lil leaned back against him gratefully.

Jan was applying herself with gusto. Her jaws were pried wide by the huge girth of her father's cock. She bobbed her head, drove half his cock into her mouth, pulled back, then took more than half of his prick into her again. Lil's lust rose sharply at the sight.

Paul's hands slid down from Lil's shoulders, cupped her tits. She pressed her hands down on his. She had meant to take his hands off her, but pushed him against her aroused tits even harder. When she felt his fingers skillfully unbuttoning her shirt, she did nothing to stop him. Her lust flared higher than ever. She felt his hips against her ass, felt a hot, hard lump against her butt.

Paul got Lil's shirt undone just as Jan lifted her mouth off Joe's prick.

Jan held her father's hard-on painting straight up. It was gleaming with spit. Lil felt her insides melt a little more. Jan swung one leg over Joe's hips. Her cunt flashed open as she did it. She straddled him, poised aver his thrusting cock.

Lil let Paul drag her shirt back and off and kept her eyes on her daughter and husband. Without a thought, Lil discarded her bra, welcomed the hard grasp of Paul's hands on her quivering tits.

Jan nuzzled the head of Joe's cock into her open crotch, and lowered herself slowly, drove it straight up into the heart of her cunt. Lil knew Jan wasn't a virgin, but still ached at the thought of what that monster cock must feel like, wedging into such an immature cunt.

Reaching behind her ass, Lil fumbled with her nephew's belt, loosened it, and opened his pants. Her fingers clutched his rigid cock. He slid his hands down and began to unfasten her slacks. When he had them unzipped and loose, he slid his hand down inside Lil's panties and probed her steaming, dripping snatch. She squeezed his prick, felt his juices sting her fingers. Her cunt contracting around his fingers, Lil watched her daughter slowly absorb Joe's mammoth cock.

Lil was making soft whimpering noises deep in her throat without even realizing it. She was burning up. She watched Jan spit herself on her father. Lil was bathed in roaring flames as her daughter wantonly committed incest. It was obvious this was not the first time that Jan had taken her father's cock. Lil tried to feel rage or jealousy at this, but all she felt was increased lust for her nephew. She, continued fondling his cock behind her bare back.

Lil was more than ready when Paul finally hauled her panties down, hobbled her around the knees. Now she was able to nuzzle his cock along the crack of her ass, feel the hot prod probe her crevice. Her asshole twitched as she remembered the buggering he had given her once. Leaning forward, Lil tried to steer his cock to that tight opening, but Paul resisted.

The sight of Jan sitting fully astride Joe distracted Lil for a moment. Jan had his entire monster cock in her! Lil knew just how glutting that shaft was, and couldn't believe that Jan could take it. Not only could Jan take it, she was enjoying it! She was sitting up on him-her back was straight, her hands were on her thighs. Her tits were just begging for attention. The sun gleamed on her sweat-slick flesh. She remained motionless, as if the cock in her had set like concrete, formed a. rigid core in her young body.

Joe's hands clamped down on her budding tits and Jan's face flushed with pleasure. Her mouth was a circle of lust. She lifted, and Joe's cock emerged, shining wet, from her cunt. She paused with just the glans nestled in her twat, then lowered again, rammed him up into her guts. Lil's cunt spasmed around Paul's stirring fingers.

Paul pushed on the back of Lil's neck, and reluctantly, she leaned forward on one hand, kept her grasp on his cock with the other. She didn't take her eyes off what Jan and Joe were doing in the bright sunlight. Even as she was begging to have her own body filled, Lil was feeling her insides slowly tear apart from watching her husband deliver cock to her daughter-his daughter-their daughter!

Paul pulled his cock from Lil's grasp. She let him go. Jan was moving faster on Joe's prick now, rising and dropping on him. Her face was

a study in lust as she fucked herself on the big cock. Lil could almost feel a prick sliding in and out of her own cunt as she watched. And then there was a prick sliding into her cunt, from behind. The horrible hollowness ended, was replaced by a wonderful bulk. Lil welcomed the insertion of her nephew's cock without a qualm. She was still, with her eyes, devouring the incestuous coupling in the clearing.

It was nearing the end, now. Jan was bouncing her body, meeting her father's with a squishing smack on every downward stroke. His hands were twisting her tits. His stomach muscles were tensed. His hairy chest was heaving as his daughter fucked herself on him.

Lil burned as Paul's hands grabbed her waist painfully and dragged her back against him, hard. His cock speared into her depths. Her cunt welcomed him with a series of hungry spasms. Reaching back under herself, she rolled her cunt against her pubic arch.

Jan's hips were rocking insanely now as she bounced madly on her father's cock. She was diddling her clitoris frantically. Joe's hips were shoving upward, thrusting in opposition to her moves, increasing the violence of the coupling. He had let go of her tits and had grabbed her by the waist. Unencumbered, her tits jerked wildly with each crashing impact that rocked her.

"Oh, Daddy," Jan moaned, in a tone that lifted the hairs on the back of Lil's neck. "Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming! Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy!"

Lil's cunt wait into a clutching, spasming, sympathetic orgasm at the sound of her daughter's voice. Lil felt Paul freeze, his prick thrust deep,

and thought for a moment that he was cumming, too. She realized a split second later that he wasn't and would have marveled at his stamina if her own orgasm hadn't made thought impossible. Joe was pouring his load into Jan with trembling jerks. His toes clutched crazily as he flooded her cunt. His ass cheeks clenched as he spurted thick wads of jism into his daughter.

Lil was knotted by her own orgasm as she imagined what those pulsing jets must feel like in Jan's tight twat. Then Lil slumped with exhaustion and Jan collapsed forward onto her father's chest.

As she lay there, recovering slowly, Lil felt Paul begin to fuck her again, from behind. She shuddered as her lust boiled upward again. Her cheek on the musty leaves, she felt his prick slide in and out, in and out of her streaming cunt. Her fingers drenched with fluids, she gently fondled her clitoris. Paul's hips jolted against her. Her tits shuddered, her nipples scraped the ground with every stroke.

Lil didn't have the energy to try to silence Paul when he began to vocalize his lust. She knew that Jan and Joe might hear him, but couldn't get herself to do anything about it. All she was was a receptacle for his driving prick. She was a wanton whore, in the grip of an incestuous orgasm with her nephew, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

She didn't see Joe and Jan look in her direction. She didn't see them untangle themselves, didn't see Joe's prick slither out of Jan's cunt. But, somehow Lil knew when Jan and Joe were standing there, staring at the crude coupling in the underbrush. Her lust roared higher. Lil knew that they could see her nephew's cock driving and driving and driving into her, and felt a blast of

exhibitionistic pleasure that they were getting such a great view of her degradation.

Lil was cumming again. Her husband and her daughter looking on, she was cumming, from her nephew's fucking. And Paul was cumming, too. He drove at her until her cheek scraped along through the leaves and twigs. He drove at her. She felt his cock jerking and jumping. She reached back and curled her fingers around his balls, warmed them, squeezed them as they trembled with the recoil from his carnal barrage. She felt overflow jism spurt from around his jetting shaft and spill down over his balls and her fingers. She moaned as she thought of what her husband was watching her do-and her daughter, too-and she wished she could dig a hole and vanish into it.

Her orgasm was fading. She was shaking and shivering, totally humiliated, still on her knees in the dirt.

"Come on, Auntie," Paul urged, trying to help her up.

"Come on, honey," Joe said, lifting and soothing her.

In a warm tangle, they led her to the pond and waded her out until she floated free. They drifted through the cool water in a snuggling, skin-rubbing mass. Legs and arms tangling, cocks and cunts brushing, tits touching other tits, they drifted together, each immersed in their own thoughts.

"Know what I'd like?" Lil ventured at last.

"What?" the others asked softly.

"I'd like to make love to all three of you at once," Lil said at last. "I'd like to have my husband in my cunt, my nephew in my ass, and my daughter in my mouth. Isn't that terrible?"

"No," Joe assured her. "No, that's not terrible at all."

He guided the family back to the shore. Once on the grass, they sprawled out, and rested, and thought of what was to come. Lil felt Paul's cum in her cunt, felt herself warming as she thought about what she had asked for. She noticed Joe's big cock was half-hard, and thlat Paul's smaller one was rising slowly.

Lil leaned over, and began to suck Joe's cock. The fact that Jan and Paul were both watching her made her lust soar. It was really, really crazy, but she loved being watched when she sucked cock.

He was huge now. His cock was an enormous, bloated tower. Straddling her husband exactly the way Jan had earlier, Lil prepared to gore herself on the huge shaft. She nestled the tip of it into her cunt, hesitated for a moment, braced herself, and, making sure everyone was watching her, let herself go, dropping down on Joe's huge cock. It slammed up into her body in one brutal lunge. She squirmed, felt it shift excitingly, stir her insides to a pulp.

"Let me suck you, Paul," Lil whispered.

Paul moved in front of her and straddled, his uncle. Then he presented his cock to his aunt. Lil took the prick in her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. As the sun burned down on her face, she savored her nephew's flavor as she had savored her husband's. She coated Paul's prick with spit and scraped it with her tongue, pressed it up against the roof of her mouth. She leaned forward, slid his cock to the back of her mouth until her belly heaved crazily. She stopped a moment, then leaned forward again until her throat was corked with his glans. She swallowed and her throat massaged his

nerve-packed shaft. She felt his cock shudder and swell a little more. It was throbbing, oozing into her throat.

Then she eased her mouth off his shaft, let it slide through her lips and out into the sunlight again. "Now," she moaned. "Fuck my ass!"

She leaned forward, and waited tensely while Paul moved around behind her. She felt his cock nuzzle in between her ass cheeks. She felt it press on her asshole, felt it bum its way into her ass. None of them had thought of oiling his cock, and as a result the penetration was harsh and dry. It felt like his cock was coated with acid. She loved the pain and the friction and the pressure. She felt the pinching action of prick against prick and shuddered. The pleasure of the double fucking was unbelievable. She became a carnal animal, as she was jammed with the two cocks she had asked for.

"Here, Mom," Jan urged, presenting her golden-bushed cunt. "Here."

With a soft moan, Lil pressed her face into her daughter's fragrant snatch. She burrowed her tongue into the petals of flesh, tasted juices, two kinds of juices and her lust blazed still higher. She was drinking her daughter's secretions and her husband's cum! Lil drove her tongue deep into Jan's slippery cunt, scooped up a wave of fluids and savored the thick, body-warm secretions.

Paul's cock was full depth in her ass now, and Joe's was stretching the walls of her cunt. Between the two cocks was a thin partition of flesh, made even thinner by the pinching action of the two shafts. Paul drew his cock out and thrust it back in and the partition was tugged and squeezed. Joe slid his prick out and rammed it back in, and the thin flesh was twisted again.

Lii thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She sucked and chewed at her daughter's cunt as the cocks in her mint and ass pistoned alternately in and out. She was cumming, but it wasn't like any orgasm she had ever had before. It just kept going on and on and on as the cocks stirred in her guts and juices flooded her mouth.

Lil was a sex machine, a vessel for sex organs and sex fluids. She was delirious, yet aware of the cocks sliding against each other in her asshole and cunt. She was drinking wave after wave of Jan's cum as her daughter clutched at her head and tried to smother her with her hot, dripping folds of flesh. It was crazy.

"Going to cum," Paul grunted. "Jesus, am I ever!"

"Cum away," Joe said. "I can feel your cock with mine! You cum and I'll cum!"

"Awwww!" Jan whined, humping her cunt against her mother's face. "Awww, I'm cumming, too!"

"Sheeeeiiittttt!" Paul swore, pumping thick gouts of jism into Lil's asshole. He was working against a blockage that made his prostate ache exquisitely.

Lil felt the spurts of cum jetting into her shit chute. It felt like a red-hot enema. Then the cock in her cunt was jumping, douching her cunt walls with, thick, hot waves of jism. And the cunt in her mouth was flooding her with female cum. Lil was a solid pool of cum. Her body shuddered as her mind was shredded by the waves of ecstasy raging through her. Her sanity, what there was left of it, was whirled away on an ocean of cum. Blackness descended. Her last memory was of cocks withdrawing from her exhausted body.

"Jeez, Dad, is she okay?" Jan asked.

"Yeah. Don't worry. She always does that when she had a good one!" her father said, smiling.