The Wilson Family Saga (Part 1) |
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WILSON FAMILY SAGA BY JGEPOWERS "See, I told you we could do it. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. Oh, I just love sales - almost as much as sex," Marlene Sanford gushed with youthful enthusiasm. Marlene always gushed. Carol Wilson and her girlfriend had camped out for an hour waiting for Bonwit's to open, and true to her prediction, they had been the first ones in the store, the first in the swimsuit section, the first in the changing room, and the first out the door. Now, in Carol's bedroom, they hastily began to strip off their clothes. As usual,Marlene led the way. She shrugged out of her blouse; she wore no bra and her full, youthful tits were hard-tipped from the cool air. Carol glanced at her girfriend with envy. She wasn't exactly a stick, in fact, she had a good firm body, but Marlene, as the boys would say, was stacked. And she was a real blonde. "Ow, that smarts," Marlene said, as she wiggled her pert ass into the bikini bottom and pulled it snug against her mound. "What's the matter?" "My pussy's still sore from last night. That good ol'boy had a big one!" "Mar, you're horrible," Carol said, laughing. "Horrible and horny. That's me. Love those big ones," she said with a smile. "Which brings us to you, dear girl. When are you going to loosen up and have some fun? That one big time of yours doesn't make you Marilyn Chambers, you know." Carol Wilson just shrugged. She was well aware of Marlene's sexual appetite, and her own limited experience. The truth was: she was afraid. Fucking had triggered all her erotic fantasies and her response had been instant, immediate, and completely wild, filling her with strange and wonderful sensations. But losing almost total control had frightened her beyond belief. Yet, she remembered the feelings - all of them - vividly! Carol shrugged again, and tried to change the subject. "Talking about big ones, what would you say if I told you that I know someone whose ... prick is bigger than any guy you've been with?" "That's alot of territory, girl," Marlene said, turning away from her original question, "Don't shit me, Carol. I take my dicks seriously. Is this a real person, or just a figment of your overactive imagination? Talk, child." "Would you believe my kid brother, Gordy?" "Oh, bullshit! Boy Brain? Com'on, Gordy's just a fourteen year old kid. Good-looking, true. My kid sister will probably jump his bones someday, but we're still talking about a K-I-D. And besides, how do you know what size dick he has? Do I detect a deep dark secret?" Carol was squeezing into her bikini bottom. "You have a sick mind, Mar. Gordy and I share the same bathroom," she said, pointing at a closed door. "Last week I walked in and guess what? Voila!" "Voila, my ass. What happened?" "Well," Carol said, warming up to the story, "he must have been playing with himself, 'cause he stood straight out, like a flag pole. He was so embarrassed!" she said, smiling at the memory. She didn't mention how flustered she had become or the strange feelings that started in the pit of her stomach, or how she had actually become wet - down there. And she didn't mention the dreams she had had about Gordy's dick ever since. Hell, he was her baby brother! Marlene looked out the window into the backyard, Gordy, was there lifting heavy hand weights. "Do I have to pry it out of you? How big is it?" Carol put her hand about ten inches apart. "'Bout this big." "Oh, be still my foolish heart. Are you shittin' me?" "Honest to God, Mar.' "This I have to see," she said, turning to the open window. "Hey, Gordy, come on up here. We need you." "Mar, what the hell are you doing?" "Finding out if you're bullshitting me, girl. If this's for real I'll stop calling him Boy Brain and start calling him Boy Wonder." "You're crazy. Nuts. What're you going to say, 'Hey, Gordy, show me your pecker'?" Marlene smiled. "Yeah," she said. Carol threw up her hands in exasperation. "You're crazy," she repeated, now sorry she had started this conversation. "Relax, Carol, this's a goof. Gordy's a pledge at Alpha Beta, right? Well, we're Alpha's sister Sorority, right? And a pledge is supposed to obey all orders from his Brothers and Sisters, right? Com'on, let have some fun." Before she could respond, Marlene was at the window again. "Where the hell is that kid? Hey, Gordy," she yelled, "come on up, willya. We haven't got all day." CHAPTER TWO Gordy Wilson heard Marlene call his name, but made no move to respond. Instead, he concentrated on lifting the heavy hand weights. The constant repetitions were a balm. He needed private time, not Marlene Sanford fucking up his head. Marlene: California blonde, tall, big jugs, and a real cute ass. Girls like Marlene were part of Gordy's problem. He was afflicted by a malady peculiar to teenage boys: perpetual horniness. And his horniness was the root of a very bad two week period. Twice he had almost been caught whacking off. Once by his stepmother, Joanna, and the other by his sister, Carol. Damn broken, fucking bathroom lock! Maybe, he thought, just maybe, his stepmother hadn't caught on, but he remembered the strange look on her face, the way she had grabbed her chest and sucked in her breath when she saw him step from the shower, his rod half stiff. Both of them turned beet red and his dick had fallen like a rock. He didn't even have the presence of mind to grab a towel. Stupid geek, he thought. Carol was another story. She had barged in, without knocking, just after he had cum, and he still had his rockhard cock in his fist! Shit! He didn't know who was more flustered. But she knew! He could still hear her giggling after she slammed the door. Shit! For Gordy, these were the latest incidents in an incredibly bad year. First, they discovered his IQ - 152 - something he had tried very hard to hide. He saw how eggheads were treated and he didn't want to be different. They told his father that he needed a special school, one that could challenge him. That's how he found himself at St. Charles Academy, a prestigious prep school with ties to the State University, where Carol was enrolled. That was a year ago. Then his father died of a heart attack, but Joanna, his stepmother, had kept him enrolled. "Your father would have wanted it", she had said. Actually, school was okay. Scholastically, he could hold his own with any of his classmates, but at fourteen, he was, socially, light years behind. That's why he was working out. He was trying out for the wrestling team. He'd even pledged Alpha Beta Phi. They were assholes, but acceptance was his goal. He heard Marlene call him again. Shit, he thought, there was no way to get away from her. CHAPTER THREE The door to his sister's room was closed. He opened it without knocking. Piss on them! he thought. Carol and Marlene were in bikini's; high cut French jobs that left little to his imagination. Aw shit! He felt his cock stirring. Down, you sonofabitch, he commanded. "Well, what do you want that's so important?" he asked sharply, trying to sound more annoyed than he really was. Hell, Marlene's tits were almost overflowing her bra, and Carol's weren't all that far behind. How annoyed could he be? "You know, we're Sisters' to your Frat, and a Pledge is suppose to jump when he's called." "Get real, Marlene. What do you guys really want?" The whole idea struck Carol as ludicrous. She started to giggle. "Marlene has something to ask you," she said, still giggling. It sounded just as it had when he heard it outside the bathroom door, and it grated. "Yeah, your sister told me you have one big cock, and I want to see it for myself." "Aw, shit," Gordy snapped. Carol had opened her mouth to Marlene, of all people. "You're a real bitch, Carol," he yelled, "a real, fucking bitch!" "Don't get on your sister's case. As a possible national treasure it's your duty to share your good fortune with us." "This is a joke, right? When do the guys jump out of the closet?" He jerked the closet door open. Empty. Then the bathroom. Also empty. "Okay, where are they?" he said, breathing hard and flushed with anger. This was the last straw! Marlene came up close. Without success, he tried to keep his eyes off of her great tits; the nipples could be clearly seen through the light material. "No joke, Boy Brain." "Bullshit!" Reaching behind, Marlene unhooked her bra. Her full breasts leaped free, and Gordy caught his breath. "Does this look like a joke? ... Take off your bra, Carol." It was an order. Carol gaped in stunned surprise. A joke was one thing, this was another. "Do it, Carol!" Marlene commanded and without really being aware of it, Carol unclasped her bra. When it fell to the floor, she couldn't believe she'd actually done it. Gordy could feel the pressure in his groin. Marlene pushed her boobs up towards his face. The nipples were large and hard. "We've showed you ours, now you show us yours," Marlene said softly. "Aaaaah, shit," Gordy moaned. Faced with two sets of beautiful, young, naked tits, he got an immediate, rip- roaring hard-on. The tip of his cock was actually sticking out of his shorts. Marlene looked down. "Well, what do we have here?" she gushed. Kneeling in front of him she ran her hand over his rigid cock, her eyes wide in wonderment. Swiftly she pulled his shorts down springing his cock loose. She still couldn't believe her eyes when both hands gently encased it; one on top of the other, and still his purple cockhead showed. "Holy shit, you were right, Carol. This is a monster!" Gordy was powerless to stop her, not that he wanted to. Her touch was like fire, but it was also the greatest feeling in the world. Carol hadn't moved. She stared at Marlene and her brother's enormous erection. It had to be nine or ten inches long, and seemed even bigger than she remembered. The few - very few - cocks she had seen could not compare to this magnificent instrument: long, hard, slightly curved, and heavily ridged. It pulsed with a life of its own. She felt a warm glow spread through her loins. Instantly, her pussy was hot and wet. Marlene was gently stroking his prick and rubbing his balls. Gordy felt like he'd shoot his load any second, then a warm, moist feeling surrounded his crown. He opened his eyes in surprise. Marlene was sucking his cock! He threw his head back and sighed. Now this was the greatest feeling in the world! Cock-happy Marlene couldn't believe her luck. This kid's dong was the best tasting prick she ever had. She didn't even care that her girlfriend; his sister, was watching; in fact, it added spice to the scene. Her tongue flicked over the purple cockhead. It tasted musky. Delicious. With a deep breath she opened her mouth and surrounded the fat head. Relaxing her throat muscles, she slid the whole shaft in as far as it would go, then, automatically, she began to suck. Agape, Carol stared in wonder as Marlene's red lips slid up and down her brother's stiff prick. Her knees shook and her chest heaved; hot juice filled her pussy and she covered her mound with her hand to keep her insides from flowing out. The pressure of her trembling fingers sent chills up and down her body. She hardly realized where she was. "Yeah, oh, yeah ... suck it, Mar. Oh, Christ, that feels good," Gordy choked, oblivious to everything except this great sensation. Unbelievable, he thought. Nothing could top this. His swollen cock glistened with Marlene's saliva. Quickly, Marlene stood up and stripped off her bathing suit. Naked, she pulled Gordy by his cock to the bed and fell backwards. Gordy move clumsily, but with a swift, sure adjustment of her hips, his young fuckpole penetrated her dripping cunt. "Awwwwwwwww," she moaned as his prick spread the walls of her juicy box, sliding deep. Her cunt was on fire; a furnace; a lava bed, and the strong pussy muscles squeezed him tightly. "Ugh ... aaaaah ... ooooh ... oh, God, that's so, soooo good," she cooed. "Ram it in, Boy Wonder!" "Shit, I'm cummin'. I'm cummin'!" he yelled. "No!" she screamed, "No, not yet. Don't!" In a few, quick, overheated strokes he flooded her, his hot spunk splashing deep inside her cunt. She flushed in anger, but to her surprise he stayed hard, and kept stroking; slowly at first, then faster and faster. She marveled at his staying power; smiled and began to guide his hips. Long, smooth strokes. Short, quick ones. He was a fast learner, and her horny body responded, hungrily. "Oh, Gordy. Yes, yes. That's it. Fuck me hard. Now I'm going to cum ... oh, shit, I'm cummin'. Oh, God, oh, God. I'm dying! OOOOOOOOOOO!" Churning lewdly, her body convulsed and twitched, as deep multiple orgasms ripped through her brain. Her cum- juice mingled with his, seeped out and down her asscrack. She couldn't remember ever cumming so much. And he was still hard! Carol moved like a sleepwalker. She was naked, but had no idea of how she got that way. She had climaxed just by watching the hot scene. Warm pussyjuice ran down her thigh, but she wasn't conscious of it. Her mind was concentrating on the fucking duo, no longer aware that one of them was her brother. She crawled beside them, her hands roaming Gordy's buttocks, his back; massaging Marlene's tits. Her lips found Marlene's and their tongues entwined. With his sister's naked loveliness so close, Gordy was galvanized. His prick went rigid inside Marlene, filling her up, making her moan with renewed passion. He was consumed with young lust; lust for the girl he was screwing, and an even greater lust for his naked sister. Gordy raised his body, giving Carol room to straddle Marlene's face. Instantly, she felt a feather softness touch her clitoris and plunge into her swampy cunt. She jumped, moaned, leaned forward and kissed her brother passionately. Her tongue explored his mouth, his neck, circled his nipples, and traced a wet trail to his stomach. She pushed him gently, and his cock flopped out of Marlene's dripping box as he slipped off the bed. Reluctantly he let go of Carol's hard tits. Quickly, she bent forward and took his hard prick in her mouth. The tangy flavor of mixed cums assailed her senses, turning her on even more. She began to suck eagerly. Gordy was in Heaven! Carol was sucking his cock. His own sister! Marlene's tongue ran rapidly over her friend's clit; her cuntlips, fueling her young passion and this encouraged Carol's cocksucking action even more, but try as she might, she couldn't get all of Gordy's long, thick shaft in her mouth. Not like Marlene. She felt cheated. Marlene's leg went over her back, forcing her head down. Gordy's prick slipped from her mouth, and she found her face buried in her girlfriend's blonde pubic hair. It was sticky with cum and the musty aroma was overpowering. Hardly aware of what she was doing she parted Marlene's cuntlips and started to lick her big juicy clit. It was almost as good as sucking her brother's cock. Gordy stood there with his cock in his hand; his mind awhirl with the turn of events. He tried to concentrate, but lust still controlled him. Marlene motioned for him to get behind. He saw Carol's cunt being furiously sucked; it stood out, pink and pretty. Marlene had her thumb in his sister's pussy, and was probing her asshole with her index finger. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Marlene shifted her head, and pulled Carol's labia apart. Gordy understood. He squatted down, placed his cock at her slit and let Marlene guide it into her butterslick cunt. Marlene licked it as it slid by. Carol's young cunt was spread wide by her brother's huge rod. She could feel it push against her pussy's walls, stretching them wonderfully. It was fantastic! Her voice was muffled by Mar's wet cunt, but she oohed and aahed as Gordy pushed his dick in up to the hilt. She couldn't contain herself any longer; each stroke sent explosions of pleasure coursing through her body and she erupted in a blinding, shivering orgasm, her shrill scream of passion filling the room. Gordy followed moments later. Marlene came too. CHAPTER FOUR The morning was a kaleidoscope of sounds, and pairing, and ever new sensation. He lost count of how many times he fucked each girl; the double blowjobs, the multiple cums. He couldn't remember all the positions that they'd managed to get into. It didn't matter. All that mattered was their young, animal lust and the fantastic sensations each was able to give and receive. The girls praised the size of his cock, his stamina, his never-ending hard-on. He couldn't believe that they never lost their desire, not for his rod, or for the others willing pussy. He couldn't believe this was his sister, his usual pain in the ass sister, sucking his cock, bouncing her hips on his rigid shaft, offering her virgin box to his eager mouth. No matter how good, fucking Marlene was, fucking his sister, Carol, always made him harder and hornier. They fucked and sucked until they couldn't fuck and suck anymore. Finally, he lay between the two beautiful girls, not daring to move. If this was a dream he didn't want it to end. Carol lay quietly, her eyes closed. Marlene sat up and stretched, pulling her big tits up towards the sky, her lovely hair was a wild mess. Gordy found this erotic and stimulating. The lovely blonde stretched again, then got up, blew him a kiss, and started to dress. He could feel his cock rising again as he watched. "I've gotta run," she said smiling, "You were something else, Boy Wonder. Really, you were." She looked at Carol, now awake. "You both were something else. I envy you girl, you have your own stud. Christ, how lucky can you get. Have fun, kids." With a wave she was gone. Carol turned away, her eyes bland. Her back went rigid when Gordy tried to touch her. The room was suddenly quiet. He was aware of his own nakedness and was suddenly embarrassed as the full implications of the morning came to him in a rush. "Carol," he asked, "are you okay?" She got up and pulled the sheet around herself. There were tears in her eyes. "Gordy, I want to be alone." "Carol ... we should talk, I ..." She turned on him viciously. "Dammit, don't you hear good, I said I want to be alone. Get out, dammit, get out!" He grabbed his shorts and ran from the bedroom. The door slammed behind him. Sitting on his bed, he tried to put things into perspective, but memories kept flooding back. He kept seeing Carol's cunt and tits; his cock pumping in and out of her; her legs tight around his ass pulling him deeper into her juicy depths. Shit, he thought, everything's all fucked up. For a moment he wished he could reverse time and change things, but even as the thought passed his mind he knew he was lying. He wouldn't change what had happened for all the money in the world. CHAPTER FIVE Like her stepson, Joanna Wilson was into fitness. Jogging made her work up a good sweat; tired the body, thus controlling it. More and more she had to resort to this tactic, especially when that little Imp tried to take control of her body. She was at the midpoint of her usual five mile run around the lake but today, she knew she'd have to do more. Drive the body to the max! Joanna was 36 years old, with soft, very dark brown hair, lovely gray eyes, and a good taut body. She had married young - she had had to - but after her daughter, Carol, was born the marriage turned bad and she found herself divorced before she was 20. She always had something of a wild streak in her; flirting, daring, thrill-seeking, but when she found herself divorced she had gone a bit crazy, trying to make up for the time she thought had been lost. She fell in with a fast crowd - older - and ran around with several different men, some married. Even though she tried not to think about that year, the memories were still sharp and vivid. Sometimes she couldn't believe she had actually done some of the things she remembered. But when the Imp was in control, the memories came flooding back: strong, young bodies. Sweat! The sweet smell of sex! The wonderful thrills - her body bursting with pleasure. After one particularly wild party, she had awoken to find herself in bed with two men. Neither was familiar. Her sore pussy and asshole told a vivid story, and the crusted droplets of cum on her face and body were the punctuation marks. The experience scared the hell out of her and she vowed to take control of her life. From that point on: Miss Prude! She met her second husband, Don, the following year. His wife had just died, leaving him with an infant son: Gordy. Don was fifteen years older, more stable; square, in fact, and his taste in sex was old-fashion and predictable. She had felt safe. Now Don was dead, and even that safe, predictable sex had been taken away from her. Her body threatened rebellion. The image of her teenaged son's cock came to her. So big, so young and strong. She fought the image down. If she gave in, the Imp would make her fingers find her soft, silky mound, and she would give into her wicked cravings. She couldn't help it, the image kept coming back. How could a young boy have such a big prick? Alabaster white - hard ridged - thick, purple head! Even semi-erect - yes, she thought, it had been only semi-erect! - it was bigger than her husband's; and almost all the other men she had known. What would it be like fully hard? Awesome! What would it be like to fondle it, caress it, hold it in her mouth? Taste its' tangy flavor? She felt the hot rush in her pussy. The Imp was threatening again. So Joanna ran. And ran. And ran. CHAPTER SIX Serena Duncan put the phone down. She was 18, black - actually tawny, in color, very lovely and, now, quite horny. Marlene Sanford had just told her the most fantastic story about little Gordy Wilson. Little? From Marlene's gushing description, he qualified as the Eighth Wonder of the World. "Serena? Didn't you hear me call you?" It was her mother, Cecilia. "Oh, sorry, Mom. I was on the phone." Her mother never ceased to amaze her. She always looked like she just stepped out of Vogue - chic and sexy, all at the same time. Mrs. Duncan looked very much like Diahann Carroll, the actress, and Serena favored her mother. "Keep that music down. Your Uncle Max flew in from the coast and arrived very early this morning. He's still sleeping. I don't want him disturbed. And for God sakes, child, put some clothes on. You're almost naked in that outfit." "Okay, Mom," Serena smiled, "I'll keep things cool." "Good. I have to run. I have a luncheon at the club. The Ladies Auxiliary." So, Serena thought, as she watched her mother leave, Uncle Max is here. The black sheep of the family returns. Like her father, Max Duncan was a Rhodes scholar and member of Phi Beta Kappa, and a former college football player. Unlike her father, who was a full college professor, Max had gone to the big city after school and became a pimp and porn producer. Not to mention, a porn star. Captain Midnight! She wondered if her mother knew she had seen her and Uncle Max fucking. She had been only five or six at the time, but even now she could still relive the scene vividly: her mother's ass bouncing up and down; Max's big cock plowing in and out, sticky with cum. Fascinated, she had watched in wonder as that huge black pole slid into her mother's body; surely it would hurt her. His cock was enormous! Then as she watched a strange feeling took hold of her, in the pit of her stomach; a pleasant warmth, that she'd never experienced before. Her mother was far from being hurt. She took that whole massive shaft in her pussy and slid up and down on it with ease. Her mother's body contorted, bucked recklessly and wild, passionate words poured from her mouth: "Do it! . . Fuck me! Oh, yes, Max, that's the way ... deeper! Christ! Put that big prick in me, all of it! I'm dyin'! Please!! MORE!! OH,FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!" And all the time, Uncle Max just laid there, gripping her ass tightly, a self-satisfied smile on his face. That scene had a profound affect on young Serena. Sex became a very big part of her life, but she never forgot her Uncle's big cock. Now, she sat on the bed and let her mind carry her back to Marlene's conversation. Gordy Wilson and his own sister! Now that was kinky, she thought. Serena pictured Gordy erect; long and thick. She could see Carol and Marlene naked, her mind adding herself to the entwined tableau. Then she added her uncle to the scene. Uncle Max! Big, Black! Thicker, longer! Serena's forbidden fruit. She could touch it, caress it, feel it growing even larger. A literal black club. Her mouth couldn't encircle it. Her cunt couldn't accept it. Her body demanded it. She'd do anything to get it inside of her. She could feel Gordy's cock in her cunt. She could feel Max's prick stretch her anus. Pain and pleasure mixed together, going deeper, stretching her more and more until she felt as if she'd burst. They were killing her, tearing her apart. It was wonderful! She screamed. The sound of her own voice woke her up. She had climaxed and her shorts were dripping with her juices. She took several deep breaths, and then reached for the phone. CHAPTER SEVEN Gordy rode his bike up the wide driveway of the Duncan residence. It was a lovely Georgian home with a large, well landscaped lawn. He was still a bit peeved about the Pledge Master's phone call sending him on another useless errand, but it did give him a chance to get out of the house and clear his head. Carol was still locked in her room. He had heard her crying, and he knew the reason. Incest was a heavy load to carry, and Carol was having trouble with it. He was surprised at his own mild reaction. Perhaps it was because he viewed his stepsister more as a woman than a sibling. Perhaps he was just oversexed, and didn't give a damn. A stiff prick has no conscience, he thought, and was immediately sorry for the thought. He parked his bike and rang the door chimes. There was a long pause then a female voice called, "Be there in a second." Serena Duncan opened the door and Gordy sucked in his breath. She was really lovely - long legged, lithe, and damn near everything of her lush, young body showed through the skimpy shorts and tank top she wore. "Hi. You must be Gordy Wilson. The Pledge Master said he was sending you." He marvelled at the soft, seductive quality of her voice. "Eh, yeah. Hi. Michael sent me to pick up some stuff, but he didn't say what." "Great. It's upstairs," she said, licking her lips seductively. His cock twitched. He had to be seeing things, he thought. Serena led the way upstairs and Gordy was treated to a spectacular view of her heart-shaped ass. Her asscheeks overflowed the shorts she barely wore. Quickly, Gordy pushed his growing erection to the side. "Where are they?" he asked. They were in her bedroom. It was all done up in white, a great contrast to her tawny color. "Er, to be honest, I've sorta misplaced them. Of course, you could look for them." Shit, he thought, another fraternity prank. "Okay," he said, in resignation, "where do I start this treasure hunt?" She unbuttoned the top button of her tight shorts and slowly slid the zipper down. She wasn't wearing panties. "Maybe you should start searching this bush. Never can tell what might be hiding in the forest." Her shorts slipped to her ankles. Gordy stood wide-eyed. His cock was now rock hard and straining to get out. He looked frantically around the room. They were really alone. This was for real. Serena sat on the bed and raised her legs. Her bush looked like a black jungle. "Come on, Boy Wonder. Aren't you even a little curious about Black pussy? Once you go Black, you don't go back." Her voice was liquid sex. Without a word, he fell to his knees and buried his face in her crinkly cunt hair. His tongue stabbed her slit and she moaned loudly as he began to tongue-fuck her. He found her clitoris; she jumped and gasped. Her hands gripped the sheets and her toes curled as she gave herself up to the pleasure of his mouth. Gordy sucked and licked wildly. The taste was great. He didn't care if the world barged in on him, he wanted this to last forever. "Oh, yes! Yes! Eat me! ... So good! ... faster! Yeah! There! ... ooooooooooo, shit, YES!" She bit her hand to hold back the scream in her throat. Then she grabbed his head and jammed it, hard, into her gushing pussy. She came in a rush, her cum squirted in his mouth, ran down his chin, and into her ass crack. He slurped greedily. She had come like a man, and the sheets were very wet. Gordy stood and dropped his shorts. His rock-hard prick sprang to attention. Her hands reached out to him, and she drew his cock to her mouth. "Oh, man, that's a great cock," she said, huskily, "You really do have a big one." Kissing its whole length, she dragged her tongue along the hard base ridge, oohing and aahing as she caressed and fondled his balls. Gordy squeezed her tits through the tank top she still had on. He felt a furnace encircle his cockhead. He watched, unbelieving, as his swollen dick vanished into her warm mouth. She was better than Marlene! Her lips were right up against his pubic hair and her tongue messaged the base of his rod. A barrage of colors erupted in front of his eyes. He couldn't think. He couldn't talk. He couldn't hold back. He exploded in her mouth. She gagged and swallowed frantically, not wanting to lose a single drop of his sweet nectar, but it was too much. Cum dribbled down her chin and she licked at it, greedily. "You're still hard," she panted in amazement. "Lay down," he ordered. He had to get his prick into her beautiful black cunt. He mounted her and she guided his cock to her wet pussy. It parted her cuntlips and began sliding down her pink passage. A thin film of perspiration covered their now naked bodies. "Oh, Gordy, yes. Stick it in ... AGHHHH!! OOHHH!! It's so big. Oh, easy. Please, easy." He was beyond her plea. He stroked back and rammed it all the way in. Serena screamed and came in a rush as he hit bottom. Cum washed over his prick. Her body convulsed, out of control, and her hips beat urgently against his. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. Gordy moaned and humped forward. Time lost meaning. They were just two young, healthy, passionate animals trying to devour each other. Neither was aware of the man in the doorway. He was big, flat black, and, when the occasion called for it, he could look very threatening. Right now he wore a smile and pajama bottoms. He turned the smile into a scowl and slammed the door against the wall. "What the hell's going on here. Motherfucker, get your dick out of that girl!" he yelled. Gordy jumped back, terrified. The man looked like he would gladly tear his legs off. Serena moaned as his cock left her body. The big man looked at the naked girl, her legs were spread wide, and her pussy gaped at him. Through half-lidded eyes she saw the huge bulge in his pants. Uncle Max! The fantasy come true. Her arms reached out to him. "Fuck me, Uncle Max, please fuck me," she whispered. The man chuckled deeply. He looked at the scared honky kid. Poor bastard, he thought, he's about ready to shit his pants. He reached for the pajama drawstring. Gordy Wilson watched in terrified fascination as the big, thick black cock sprang forth. Christ, he thought, what a rod! It had to be twelve inches long. With another deep laugh, Max Duncan spread his niece's thighs and rammed his rod into her wet, pleasure-raw cunt. "AAAAAAAH", she screamed, "No! It's too big! Stop!" "Com'on, little girl, fuck! All the way, sweetness, you're gonna love it," he huffed, and Serena bucked up, impaling herself on the massive shaft. Max smoothly slid his fuck-tool in and out of her dripping box and her voice became a purr. "Oh, stop ... don't ... oh, don't stop," she cooed and began to undulate her body in unison to him. "That's it, baby, fuck your Uncle Max. Com'on, honey, move your ass." Serena thrashed wildly. "Yessss. Yessss ... fuck me, Uncle Max. Do it! Dooooo it!" she yelled then wrapped her legs tightly around the big man's ass, desperately pulling him into her. Gordy stood with his mouth open. One moment he feared for his life, the next he was getting another hard on watching the incestuous fuck scene. "Don't just stand there, boy. Stuff her mouth! Can't you see she needs another cock." "Wha ... I ..." Gordy hesitated. Serena squirmed around and moaned, her body wracked with pleasure. Her hand beckoned. "Move!" Max yelled. Gordy pushed his cock against Serena's mouth and she began to suck it with gusto. She was in an awkward position, but she still tried to get it all down her throat. Gordy moaned as the pleasure engulfed him again. Eagerly, he pumped and felt her body convulse in another orgasm. A scream caught in her throat as Max filled her cunt with a monstrous load. The scene was too hot for Gordy. Grunting with lust, he splashed his cum in her eager mouth. The hot jism spilled down her gullet, and she milked his cock to get every drop. When they pulled their dicks out of the girl's delectable holes, cum ran down between her legs and dribbled off her chin. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged. But she was sated. "Lay down, boy. Time this bitch really got screwed." Still alternately intrigued and terrified by this man, Gordy did as he was told. Max turned his niece over and positioned her over Gordy's still erect dick. "You ain't half bad, young son," Max said as he pushed her hips down. Gordy's cock slid in easily. Serena was sopping wet. "Ooooooooh, yeah," she moaned as the warm friction began to build up again. They started to move in unison. Gordy was suddenly aware of the contrast in color; black on white. It made his cock even harder. Max spread Serena's asscheeks apart. "Lookee, lookee, lookee," he said, "Virgin territory if I ever saw it." He licked at her asshole. Serena felt the touch of his tongue. It was a different sensation. The tongue was replaced by a wet finger. Slowly, it penetrate her anus. There was very little pain. Even in her whirling mind, she was surprised. The finger went deeper and began to rotate. Her ass muscles tightened automatically. Max felt the tension and gave her butt a resounding slap. She yelped and lunged up. "Relax, sweetness. Uncle Max is going to make you a three way broad. A real fuckin' machine." Gordy stared as the big man positioned his huge, fat tool at her asshole. No way could she take that, he thought. She's going to be split wide open. Serena yelled as the fat slug slowly entered her butt. Her eyes rolled as the pain flared, then, slowly, magically, began to subside. More of his cock entered. He began to move very cautiously. A new, more intense, sensation took hold of her. Her face was jammed in Gordy's neck; his hands kneaded her black- cherry tipped breasts. "Yessss, yesss," she hissed, "fuck my ass, fuck my ass! Move, Gordy ... Oh, yes, Uncle Max! I love it! I love it!" Gordy matched Max stroke for stroke. Each one sent new waves of pleasure through her nerve-raw body. Little orgasms hit her in succession. One! Two! Three! Bam! Dirty words poured from her mouth. She was nearly incoherent. Max called her, "bitch, cunt, slut, whore." She loved it. With an ear splitting scream, she got hit with the big one. " ... cumming ... cumming. I'M CUMMING!" Wildly, she bucked herself off Gordy's slick dick just as he came. His cum splashed on her stomach, her tits, and her face. Immediately, a dark cloud of euphoria engulfed him. Max, with a deep groan, plunged his huge dick into her ass without mercy. She screamed again as she came and for a split second she hung in midair, impaled on his steel-hard, black cock, then she collapsed. CHAPTER EIGHT Gordy came out of his sex induced stupor slowly. He didn't know where he was. He was aware of a voice calling him. It was insistent. "Come on, young son. Wake up." Gordy eased himself up. He remembered things in a rush of graphic scenes. Serena lay beside him; sleeping or unconscious, he didn't know which. A big, Black, very muscular man stood beside the bed. He was naked. His thick club-like cock hung limply between his legs. Shit, Gordy thought, it was nearly as big limp as it was erect. Incredibly, the man was smiling. "Come on, boy. You'll feel better after a shower." He motioned towards Serena. "Let her sleep. She's had a busy day." Gordy showered in Serena's bathroom. He did feel better. After drying off and dressing, he went downstairs. Max was waiting for him in the living room. He was dressed in tan slacks, a polo shirt and loafers. He looked very refreshed. "Care for a drink?" he asked, holding up his own glass. "Er, no, thank you, sir." Max laughed. "Sir? I think two guys who just boffed the same chick should be on a first name basis, don't you? I'm Max Duncan, Serena's uncle; but I guess you know that. What's your name?" "Er, Gordy Wilson, sir ... I mean, Mr. Duncan. Max." "You'll do, young son." He paused and looked at the boy. "Wondering about Serena and me? The incest bit?" There was that word. Incest! Gordy realized that for the second time in one day he had been party to an incestuous relationship. "Well, I ... Hell, I don't know what I mean." "Good! Then you should have an open mind. Incest sucks, kid. It's just a word. You enjoyed yourself? Then that's the only thing that counts. All the rest is bullshit. Serena wasn't hurt, and she sure as shit didn't mind, I can assure you." Gordy didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He was still ill-at-ease with the big man. Besides, it wasn't everyday you participated in an orgy and blithely discussed it afterwards over cocktails. "Mr. Duncan. Max. Maybe I should be going." "Okay, kid. Take off and get your head together. If you think right, you'll see I'm making sense. By the way, how old are you?" "Fourteen." Max laughed his deep laugh. "Fourteen! Shit, you're going to be hell in a few years. Goodbye, Gordy Wilson." Gordy picked up his bike and pushed it down the driveway. One part of his mind relived the afternoon, the other part sort to find some rationale for his own behavior. For people's behavior, in general. He had fucked his own sister- stepsister - this morning and had been party to a man assfucking his own niece in the afternoon. All had been willing participants, although, Carol was now hiding in her room, feeling a burden of guilt that neither he, nor Max Duncan, felt. Why? Why Carol and not me, he thought? Was Serena Duncan now torn with shame? She certainly was shameless this afternoon. And Max? He had no remorse whatsoever. Gordy couldn't put the puzzle together. "Hey, boy genius. Whatcha doin' here, with the niggers?" Gordy turned, startled. It was Billy Crawford, the school asshole, and three of his stupid friends. "I asked you a question, boy genius. You a nigger lover now?" Gordy cursed his luck. If he hadn't been so lost in thought he would have seen the bully and his friends standing at the end of the drive. He stammered, foolishly. "What's the matter, boy genius?" Billy taunted, "The niggers steal your tongue? No talkee?" The others thought this was incredibly funny. "Let me get by, Billy. I'm late." "Fuck you, Pledge. You haven't told me what you're doing in the high falluttin' nigger's joint? Getting some black pussy, maybe? I hear Serena likes white cock. Maybe she likes young white cock. Whatcha say, boy genius?" "I say you should let him pass." It was Max Duncan. He had seen the confrontation from the window and had walked unnoticed down the drive. Billy Crawford hesitated. He didn't like blacks, and this was a big one and he was carrying some sort of case on a strap. Hell, it was still four against one, he thought. "And if I don't," Billy swaggered, "whatcha goin' do about it - boy." The word hung in the air. Max smiled genially, then his foot lashed out and caught Billy in the balls. Crawford gasped once, fell on his face and began to vomit. The big man pivoted and swung the small, heavy case in an arc and smashed the nose of the second boy. He wailed like a banshee as the blood spurted from the ruptured capillaries. The other two were already running away when Max turned to face them. "You have some very interesting friends, young son." "Christ, Max. That was great! Fantastic! I've wanted to do that for over a year." Billy Crawford was still retching. "Come on, young son. I'll drive you home. Throw the bike in the trunk." Gordy smiled gratefully, and pushed the bike to the BMW parked in front of the garage. They left Billy Crawford laying in his own bile. CHAPTER NINE "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" Gordy stepped into the living room. "It's okay, Mom. This's Mr. Duncan. Max. Dr. Duncan's brother. He saved my life." Joanna Wilson gasped. She was still unsettled from finding a very large, black man in her home. She was also strangely excited. "It really wasn't that dramatic," Max said. "What happened, Gordy? Are you all right?" Her son quickly related the incident with Billy Crawford, and how Max had handled the situation, omitting the reason he had been at the Duncan's in the first place. "... and you should have seen them go. Max scared the hell out of them." Joanna put her arms around her son and hugged him tight. Her first reaction to this black man was fear, now she was full of gratitude. She reached out her hand to him. His touch was electric. "Er, won't you stay for dinner? Please?" "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, but that would be an imposition. I just wanted to make sure Gordy got home safely." "Aw, com'on, Max, stay. We're having Roast beef." "We insist," Joanna said with finality. "In that case, how can I say no?" Max proved to be a charmer. Even Carol, who had been brooding most of the day, was captivated by him. His stories were humorous and just a little risque. It was obvious, even to Gordy, that both his mother and Sister were really enjoying themselves. Joanna was surprised and embarrassed by her own reaction to this stranger. He emanated a powerful presence, a maleness that seem to fill the room and push everything else out of the way. In the recess of her mind, the Imp was trying to flood her being with pictures of sexual fantasy. Forbidden fruit! She didn't see Max watching as she squirmed in her seat or notice his sly smile. Gordy suddenly jumped up. "Hey, I have to get to the library before it closes. It's almost seven." "Carol," Joanna said, "give your brother a ride." Carol shifted in discomfort. "Er, I was planning to go to Marlene's," she lied. "Drop Gordy off on the way." "The library's out of the way. Marlene lives ..." Joanna looked sharply at her daughter. She'd been acting strangely all afternoon. This wasn't like her at all. "Carol, please. We have a guest." "Com'on," she said sullenly to Gordy. Joanna thought that Gordy looked almost as uncomfortable as his sister and she didn't know what to make of it. "Well, I guess I had best be running along, too," Max Duncan said. "No!" Joanna forcefully. Her own voice surprised her. "I mean, please stay and have another cup of coffee. It's good to have another adult to talk to." Max smiled his brightest smile. You little minx, he thought. I was right about you. Body language. It never lies. "Thank you, I'd love another cup." Joanna had trouble concentrating on the conversation. She wanted Max to stay, but she wanted him to leave. His presence was upsetting, yet exciting. She felt a tightening in her groin, a sudden shortness of breath each time they accidentally touched. She could feel her juices begin to flow. The Imp had the door almost opened. She knew was on very dangerous ground. "It's getting late," she said, standing up abruptly. Max stood beside her, filling her vision. "Yes, it is," He said pulling her roughly to him. "So why don't we stop playing games." She tried to pull way. "No ... I don't know what you mean ... I ..." His lips closed on hers and his tongue slipped through her teeth and found the soft, inner warmth of her mouth. His hard, black body pressed against hers; the heat flowing to his loins. His cock rose and pushed against her crotch. She pulled back, hard, but his grip was viselike. The exquisite heat flowed between them and she felt her sex-starved body respond. The Imp came crashing through the door. Fiercely, her arms went around his neck, and she pulled his head down to hers. She was lost. CHAPTER TEN Gordy was pissed. He realized the strain that Carol was under. Incest was a dirty word, a major violation of convention but no one was really hurt, not physically. She didn't have to leave him in the middle of no where - she just stopped the car, ordered him out and drove off. Still a mile from the house, his mind was full of the days events. If Carol hadn't walked in on him when he was jacking off she wouldn't have told Marlene; Marlene wouldn't have wanted his cock, and he wouldn't have wound up screwing Serena Duncan. Three women in one day! It boggled his mind. From Lily Palm and her five daughters to three beautiful, young, juicy pussies - one black. Christ, what luck! But, what a fucking mess with Carol. He just wished she would come out of it. Gordy knew it would never happen again. It just couldn't. It would be a lifelong, dark, secret, but he wasn't going to let it fuck up his mind, and he hoped that Carol would come around to the same thinking. Like those people lost in the Andes, who turned to cannibalism to survive; it happened, but it wasn't going to be an everyday event. And, Carol was actually his step-sister, not really blood related. It wasn't as bad as screwing his mother, or anything like that. Even as he rationalized his behavior, he knew he would always remember his sister's lovely body; her tight pussy, firm tits, and warm mouth. He felt like a shit, but he was sorry that it wouldn't happen again. At the door to his house he realized that Max Duncan's car was still in the driveway. Good, he thought. Maybe he'd have a chance to talk to him about Carol without mentioning her by name. After all, Gordy reasoned, he did have experience with handling incest. There was no one in the dining room and the table hadn't been cleared, which was strange. He heard a muffled noise but couldn't place it. Some instinct kept him from calling out. He started up the stairs cautiously. The noise was definitely coming from the second floor. He was suddenly afraid. His Stepmother's door was ajar. The noise was coming from inside. Joanna's room was dominated by a stand-up, three sided mirror; an antique. From the doorway it gave a panoramic, three dimensional view of the entire room, especially the bed. Gordy peeked, then stood rock still. The noise was coming from his stepmother's mouth; a strange mixture of moans, half words, and grunting sounds. She was naked! And she was straddling an equally naked Max Duncan! His thick black shaft was sunk deeply into his stepmother's white cunt, and she was bouncing on it as if her very life depended on it. Gordy's first reaction was to scream at them; shout his outrage but the sight of her bouncing ass, her voice, and the very erotic blending of their colors held him mesmerized. Obviously, she wasn't being forced. Max had his hands behind his head and was quietly encouraging her, just as he had his niece, Serena. "That it, baby!", he said, "Get it all in. Suck my cock deep in your pussy. Your pink pussy wants my big ol' black dick. Com'on, you white cunt, fuck harder!" "Yes, Max, yes! Give my your black cock! God, it's so big. So good. Oh, Max, I need it so much." Joanna turned abruptly, reversed herself and quickly put Max's huge dong back inside her, sighing in relief as it slid back in. She was now facing the mirror, leaning back, exposing herself to Gordy's full view. Max started moving his prick in and out of her quicker. It glistened, stickily. Gordy realized she had already cum, probably more than once. Why hadn't he noticed what a beautiful body his stepmother had? Her full tits didn't bounce very much, even with her wild gyrations; her stomach was almost totally flat, and her legs were long and shapely. His erection was almost painful. He envied the older man, and was immediately ashamed. This was his mother, albait stepmother, but she was the only woman who ever filled that role. And here he was with a hard-on for her. He knew he should leave, but the latent voyeur in him kept him rooted to the spot. They had shifted again, and now were in a "69" position. The mirror showed three 'Joanna's' trying to swallow three thick black pricks. Gordy rubbed his own cock through his pants. His mouth was dry. He knew he'd spend the night jacking off, reliving each scene. And he really had no intention of leaving. CHAPTER ELEVEN Carol pulled her car into the driveway; in such an agitated state that she never noticed the BMW that was parked there also. Her mind still churned; confused with swirling thoughts. She had fucked her own brother! Her own baby brother! And she had liked it. No! She had loved it! His cock, his awesome cock, had filled her and she had revelled in it. How could she have done such a thing? She felt disgust and anger. Her anger also ran to Gordy and Marlene; especially Marlene. She was furious at her. At both of them. They had revealed a side of her that she never knew existed. She was depraved! She had even eaten Marlene's pussy while Gordy fucked her. And she had enjoyed that, too. Oh, I'm such a monster, she thought. She walked up the stairs with a heavy heart, a lost soul; oblivious to everything around her. But, God, she thought, it felt so good, why is it bad? Neither Gordy or Carol saw one another until she walked into him. Startled, he jumped and turned just in time to see Carol's face as she caught sight of the images in the three-sided mirror. Her body went rigid and his hand shot to her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her mother was being fucked! By a black man! Her most forbidden fantasy leaped to her mind. She saw his slick black cock buried in her mother's pussy, and her mother bucking up and down yelling her pleasure. "Yes. Yes. Yesssssss!" Joanna screamed as another climax shook her body. Carol eyes bulged, her mind whirled and something snapped inside of her. Pleasure! Sex! She wanted it! Her cunt flooded with hot pussy juice and wanton desire filled her. Her body begged to be fucked again. Gordy stood behind his sister, his hand still over her mouth. He didn't realize that his cock was pressing against the cleft of her ass. Suddenly, he felt Carol relax, the resistance gone from her body. Her hands reached around and found his stiff cock. He groaned at her touch. The pain was exquisite. She turned in his arms, her hand still holding his rod. Short of breath, his legs trembling, he heard his zipper come down and felt her hand groping inside his pants, searching. Their lips met. Softly, at first, then more urgently. Tongues entwined. She pulled his cock free. In one motion, he pushed her up against the doorjam, picked up her leg, pulled her panties aside and slid his rigid, hot dick into her swampy pussy. She groaned and sighed as his thick rod filled her. Oh, how she needed this, she thought as she pressed her back tightly to the jam and wrapped both legs around her Gordy's waist. She slid down on his shaft even more and her cuntal muscles went tight around his prick. She was filled again! Squeezing her legs together she transported both of them to Heaven. CHAPTER TWELVE Max pulled his dripping cock out of Joanna's throbbing, pussy. She tried to stop him, but he pushed her back on the bed and listened again for the strange noise he had heard. "Well, well. What do we have her?" he said, opening the bedroom door wide. Joanna gasped; she felt light-headed. Gordy! Carol! Fucking! Her own children! It had to be some horrible dream. A full five seconds past before Gordy and Carol realized that there was a naked person standing in the doorway talking to them. They jumped apart. Carol almost fell. Her clothes were disheveled. Somehow Gordy had gotten her blouse off and her bra hung limply off one arm. She heard her mother crying and immediately started to cover herself. Gordy's erection went limp. Carol ran to her mother. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she sobbed. Mother and Daughter were repeating the same words. "I couldn't help myself. I needed it so bad!" they cried. "It's alright, baby, it's alright," Joanna cooed as she embraced her daughter. Carol's skirt slid to the floor. She was almost completely naked now. Joanna realized as she held her crying child that her mind had registered the whole scene, like a recorder, and now played it back frame by frame. In her mind's eye she saw a hard, young body with a cute set of buns, pumping a big, beautiful cock in and out of a slippery cunt. Long, smooth strokes. Oh how she envied the girl whose legs were wrapped tight around that body. Her facial expression was one of pure joy, fulfillment, and ecstatic wonder. Her eyes were closed and her head bobbed in rhythm to the pulsing prick inside her. The girl was lovely and somehow familiar. Then she realized it was her own daughter. Instinctively, she knew that the throbbing cock inside her daughter belonged to her stepson, Gordy; the same cock that she had seen just days ago. The same cock that had been tormenting her, pushing the Imp to gain control of her body. The same cock that she craved. Max had Gordy by the arm. Otherwise he would have stumbled over his pants. He didn't know whether to pick them up and call attention to himself or just stand there with his cock hanging at half mast. Max pulled him forward and, Gordy, to keep from tripping, stepped out of his jeans and haltingly, followed Max to the bed. His sister and mother were still embraced, rocking back and forth. He thought he saw a strange look in his stepmother's eyes. Max gently pulled Carol away and put his arm around her for support. His hand found a way to encircle her right breast, sending a shiver through her body. Gordy was nudged forward by the smiling black man. Joanna wiped her eyes. She saw her son, but her eyes were drawn to his semi-erect cock. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. His erection was immediate and uncontrolable, fueled by the erotic pictures of her and Max, and now she was actually touching him. "Mom ... I ..." His voice failed as Joanna wrapped her hand around his hardened shaft and put her finger to his lips. She drew him to her, and in a blinding light he found his cock buried deep inside her juicy box. "Aggggggghhhhhh," he moaned. Her cunt was liquid fire! Her aroma filled his senses; his hands reached for her ass as her legs encased him, and he gave himself up to the most exquisite pleasure he had ever known. Time stood still. Her cunt was sopping. Images of him as a child flashed through her mind. Waves of pleasure engulfed her body. She was a mother! Complete, and full of love - for her son! The world was hers! Somewhere in the back of her mind the word INCEST flashed on her brain, but the Imp ran and slammed the door on it. "Fuck me, Gordy. Oh, yes, please fuck your mother. Hummmmmm. Oooooooo. Ahhhhhhh." "Mom . . .Mom, I'm in you! Yes. I'm fucking you, oh, God, yes! Fuck me back! Oh, Mom, you feel so fuckin' good." "Yesssssss!" she hissed and as she gave herself over to wanton lust, she caught sight of Carol and Max at her dressing table. Carol sat astride the table, her legs obscenely wide. She was completely naked. Max knelt in front of her, his mouth buried in the wild tangle of her pubic hair. Joanna could almost feel the feather-like touch of his tongue on her daughter's clit. She smiled in her mind and began moving her hips in unison to Gordy's enthusiastic thrusting. For Gordy, the night was a kaleidoscope of sound, smell, taste and feeling. They changed positions again and again. Again and again, they came. Gordy seem to stay perpetually hard; Joanna, ever horny. Flashing lights periodically filled his mind. And each time was new and exciting, and pushed him forward a bit more. "Yeah, yeah, that's it! Keep sucking my cunt. Don't stop ... oh, Gordy, stick your finger in my cunt ... oh, shit, that's wonderful ... ahhhhhhhh ... more, more! Oh, Christ, stick your finger up my ass! Fill me up. Make me come, Gordy, make me come ... I'm cumming, oh, Gordy, my son, I love you ... I'm cumming!" When did they change? He didn't remember. Sometime later he found himself fucking his sister. Her body glistened with sweat and smelled of desire. She showered him with wet kisses, and stuck her tongue deep in his ear. "Oh, Gordy, your cock is great ... wonderful. Don't stop. Don't ever stop ... yes! I can't stop cumming ... I'm going to die. Yeahhhhhh. Kill me, Gordy, kill me!" They changed again and again. Carol and Max, Joanna and Gordy. Gordy and Carol, Joanna and Max. Back and forth. He found his still rock-hard cock deep in Carol's warm mouth. His mother's cunt was over his mouth and she was competing with her own daughter for his prick. Joanna finally won when Max pulled Carol away and started to fuck her doggie style. Gordy rolled his mother over on her back, and straddling her shoulders, stuck his cock deep into her throat. She tried to moan, but couldn't. Max deftly maneuvered Carol until her face was inches away from her mother's cum stained bush. When she was directly over it, he forced her head down. The tangy female scent assailed her nostrils, exciting her, and she began to suck her mother's cunt as if it was the most natural thing on earth. Joanna pushed her box forward. She wanted to be completely filled. It was somehow different. Lighter. She opened her eyes. Carol! For a moment she was appalled and tried to pull away, but Gordy had her pinned, and Max was relentlessly pushing Carol forward. The magic feeling couldn't be denied. Her body glowed, responded and the wild thrills electrified her. She gave in to the wonderful feeling of her daughter's tongue. The girls were going "69" on each other when the flashing light lit the room for a moment. More coherent now, Gordy saw it was Max taking Polaroid pictures; he'd forgotten about the camera case. Joanna lifted her head and was facing the camera just as Max took a close-up of her face smeared with Carol's pussy cream. She yelled, jumped up, and snatched the developing print from his hand. "Oh, Christ, what're you doing?" she demanded. "Recording for posterity," Max said, with a smile, "Tonight's very special, and it should be saved." Horrified, Joanna watched the picture develop, then surprisingly, she was intrigued. She had never seen herself have sex. "Where are the others?" He showed her as her naked children joined them. Carol was immediately enthusiastic. "Oh, Mom," she said, "this is great! Let's take some more. Do we have enough film?" "We sure do, sweetness," Max said. Joanna tried to be reluctant, but she had discovered a streak of voyeur in her, and sometime during the night she became the group's official photographer. CHAPTER THIRTEEN Gordy and Carol lay in each others arms. Max was fucking Joanna one more time, doggie style, right beside them and they watched in fascination as his long, thick, black prick, slimly with cum, pistoned in and out of their mother's ever-juicy white pussy. The color contrast was still a hot turn-on for both teenagers. As they watched, Gordy caressed Carol's tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers while she stroked his inner thigh. Max suddenly pulled his meaty shaft out. "Time for something new, you sweet honky bitch," he said as his rigid cock parted Joanna's asscheeks. Joanna loved dirty words, they stimulated her. "Oh, shit! He's gonna fuck her up the ass," Gordy exclaimed. Joanna tensed as she felt her anus part. She gripped the sheets tightly and clenched her jaws. "Oh, God. Max. No! No! It hurts! You'll kill me . . pleaseeeeee ... don't!" "Relax, pretty cunt. You'll love it. You want it and you know it, so open up your shitter, honey, 'cause here it comes." Carol jumped up, hugged her mother and kissed her. "Hang in there, Mom, you can do it. You can take anything this bastard has to offer." Max laughed but Carol was hyped, her blood was pumping again. She jumped up and found the camera. She wanted this on film. Joanna was blinded for a split second and groaned loudly as Max's slimy cock slowly began to sink into her ass. Pain assailed her. She took deep breaths, and tried to relax. He had stopped pushing for a moment and suddenly the pain abated. Relaxing her ass muscles some more, the pain became an ache, and the ache gave way to a strange, almost forgotten, pleasure. Her groans turned to moans, then to pleasurable purrs as a wholly new sensation took hold of her. "Oh, my God. Yes! Ooooooooh, yesssss. Fuck my ass! Oh, you're so big and it feels sooooo good. Oh, Max, stick it deep! Deeper! Oh, Christ, I love your black cock in my ass!" Gordy had a birds-eye view of his mother's assfucking. His hard-on was painful. He leaned close and kissed her. Her tongue roamed his mouth. "Fuck me, Gordy," she whispered. "Fill me up. You and Max. Fill me up, please. Hurry." It took a moment to reposition everyone. Gordy got on his back, his cock stood straight and hard. His mother guided it into her steaming, cum-filled cunt; settled it in deep, and leaned forward to give Max room to pump his dick which never left her ass. There was no pain, only pleasure and when she climaxed, it was so intense, she lost consciousness. Carol took pictures of the whole episode, experiencing a twinge of jealousy. She wanted a cock in her ass, too. And she wanted Gordy's cock to be the first. It was almost midnight when Max nudged Gordy and motioned him to follow. His legs were like rubber amd he was surprised he could even move. The rest of the night had been even more intense that the beginning. He had fucked Carol in the ass, aided by some Vaseline, and the urgings of her own mother. She had even helped push his dick in all the way, and had held her daughter tightly as the pain and pleasure rippled through her young body. Gordy then fucked his mother's ass. He and Max had alternately fucked each woman together, ass and cunt; changing places as the night progressed. Now, Joanna and Carol lay in each others arms, finally sated. "Go take a shower. You'll feel like a new man, young son," he said chuckling, "I seem to tell you that alot, don't I?" The black man laughed and headed for the Master bathroom. He was right, Gordy thought, after he finished. Still damp, the men walked downstairs and out onto the porch. The night air was cool and felt refreshing on their bare chests. 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