At precisely three in the morning Donna's eyes flew open, as though responding to some inner alarm. Her husband lay quietly sleeping beside her. Very faintly, she could hear the shower going down the hall. Dan or Jenny, but why this time of the morning? Curiosity, and a faint lingering excitement from her orgy hours before, prodded her until she got up and in her negligee went to check their rooms.
Very softly, Donna opened Jenny's bedroom door. Her bed was rumpled and empty. A funny time for Jenny to be taking a shower. She was passing Dan's door when a hunch stopped her, an eerie, shocking suspicion. Softly she swung his door open.
And his bed was rumpled and empty.
One of them wasn't even home, obviously.
Her blood racing, the brunette hurried down the hall to the bathroom door. She turned the knob, finding it locked. For a minute Donna stood there, her lush breasts rising and falling with wild excitement. It couldn't be! Her handsome, strapping son was wild with girls, admittedly, but not his own virgin sister! The whole idea was just impossible.
Or was it?
Quietly, she slipped back into her bedroom and taking care not to wake her husband, she found a long sewing needle. The lock on the bathroom door was a modern one, locking from the inside knob, but it could be sprung through a tiny hole in the outer knob with a pin, for emergencies. People falling asleep in the bathtub, threatening suicide, or simply refusing to come out.
She returned to the door and, her fingers trembling with profound excitement, Donna inserted the pin and turned the knob. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom.
The spray of the shower, the muffled giggles and sharp whispers behind the glass shower door, the fuzzy outline of two naked bodies groping – Donna's mind reeled.
The mother in her took over first.
She quickly slid open the shower door. Jenny was facing the tiled wall, her palms pressed high against it, her legs spread. Her brother was groaning, driving his immense red shaft into her cunt from behind. In a split-second the depraved scene etched itself on Donna's mind, her two beautiful children obscenely fucking as their naked bodies glistened under the spray, Dan's powerfully muscled, Jenny's sleek and tanned and lushly curved…
And overpowering Donna's maternal horror and revulsion was an intensely fierce excitement, a dizzying wave of lust that almost forced her to leap into the shower with them and hug and kiss and suck both of them, wallowing in their young hot flesh with delirious abandon.
A split-second later Dan's head jerked toward her. Instantly, his body froze with his erection halfway in Jenny's pink pussy. His face paled and his jaw dropped.
"Keep fucking!" Jenny moaned, wriggling her ass impatiently. "Come on, Dan, fuck me!"
Then she turned her head and saw her mother, her eyes widening with shock. "Oh Jesus Christ," she whispered, paling. "Oh, shit!"
Donna reached in and turned off the spray. Her voice shook. "Go to your rooms, both of you. Wait for me there."
She whirled on her heel and went downstairs, pouring herself a straight double shot of gin. She gulped it down. The obscene spectacle must have been a dream. Not sweet, innocent Jenny, certainly not with her own brother.
The fact that she secretly planned to screw both of them anyway as soon as she could manage didn't dim the shock, which was too swift for her to grasp. But as the liquor fired her lust she saw the situation for exactly what it was: a golden opportunity. Her son's prick had been enormous, gorged with power – and still unsatisfied. Jenny would be primed too.
Quickly, Donna downed another double shot of gin and then went up to her son's bedroom. She slipped inside and shut the door softly behind her. He lay on the bed with a towel draped around his waist, casually smoking a cigarette. She went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling with uncontrollable desire.
"I guess the shit is gonna really come down now, huh, Mom?" he said, grinning. "Dad will freak out and throw me out of the house. It was my fault, Mom. I did it. Go ahead and tell me what a filthy bastard I am and get it over with."
"You – seduced her?" Donna whispered, staring at the bulge beneath his towel. He'd gone limp.
"No, Mom. I raped her at first. After that… To tell you the truth, she'd been raping me ever since."
At least, Donna thought with relief, her lovely daughter had lost her cherry to someone in the family. No clumsy strangers for her precious children.
"Well, what're you gonna do?" Dan asked impatiently. His mother was staring at him in a weird way, her eyes burning.
Donna took a deep breath. "I'm going to do what I've wanted to do for a long, long time, Danny. Just remember to keep your voice down to a whisper."
With a soft moan, the panting brunette slid her hand beneath his towel to find his thick hot prick. She began jerking it rapidly in her warm fist, her other hand undraping the towel, her blazing eyes watching his rod swell enormously in seconds.
"Jesus Christ, Mom!" Dan whispered, eyes bulging in disbelief. His own mother! She was suddenly standing and slipping her negligee off and Dan caught his breath, his eyes raking over her proud luscious tits and creamy thighs. What a piece!
Then Donna was hunching on the mattress between his hairy thighs, grasping his huge prick feverishly in her fist and guiding it into her eager mouth. She began sucking her son off with delirious excitement, flicking her tongue across his giant hot knob, then ramming five thick inches into her mouth and blowing him lustfully.
"Shit, Mom! That's – mmmmmm! – that's wild – unnnf!"
The brunette's frantic mouth was suddenly everywhere, kissing and sucking on his big balls, lapping his dick-head like a lollipop, gently ripping her teeth across his boiling meat, sending fantastic thrills through his immense rod.
My baby, Donna thought with obscene bliss, my own beautiful son and his prick is magnificent, all heat and power and madly throbbing sex! He was groaning softly now and cupping her head tightly as he started fucking her frenzied mouth in sharp, urgent jerks. His own mother giving him the wildest blowjob of his life!
Donna's cunt was pulsating fiercely now and she shifted her body around on the mattress without missing a stoke of her hungry lips on his cock. Placing a folded knee on each side of his ribs, she loomed her steaming pussy over his mouth. Eagerly Dan accepted the lewd invitation. He grabbed her hot ripe ass in his hands and pulled down, licking his mother's dripping slit hungrily, groaning as she rewarded him with a series of electrifying sucks on his quivering meat.
A drop of his molten jism seeped into Donna's mouth and she went crazy with eagerness at the hot pungent flavor. She jerked his rod off faster and whipped her mouth in a fever, craving his entire boiling load.
Beneath her wild, thrashing cunt Dan's blood pounded with heat as her gushing honey started flowing into his mouth. He squeezed her silky big ass in his fingers and sucked and lapped faster, more aroused than he'd been even with his little sister. Christ, he was sixty-nining with his own beautiful mother and her hungry lips and frantic pussy were writhing, sucking slits of xx and tight velvet.
His urgent groans and her lewd moans mingled obscenely as they heaved furiously on the mattress, locked in frenzied passion as they erupted at the same time. Donna stifled the scream of joy in her throat as his burning jism flooded her in giant spurts, as she swung her gushing cunt madly to his mouth.
Satisfied that she'd drained the last drop of his cream, the moaning brunette rolled over on her back, trembling, still keeping her fingers on his warm soft rod.
"That was fantastic, Mom," Dan sighed. "I take it this means you're not gonna say anything to Dad about me and Jenny."
"Not likely, is it?" she whispered. She started hefting and jerking his immense prick in her fist, wanting to fuck him feverishly now that her urgency was gone. Lord, what a stud her son was! Massively hung, sleek muscles rippling with power, balls loaded with vigor. No wonder girls chased him, and it was easy to see why Jenny started raping him once he'd screwed her. She felt an eerie thrill of maternal pride mixed with raw lust.
Because their bodies still lay in reverse on the bed, Dan's fingers had to grope down for her lush tits. He squeezed one lasciviously, then rolled a swollen nipple in his fingers.
Donna's mind flashed and her body suddenly trembled.
"Suck-me-fuck-me-rape-me-do-whatever-you-want-with-me-anything!" she cried out.
Dan looked at his mother in astonishment. "What?"
Dan couldn't believe it.
His own mother!
She suddenly felt tremendously hot and excited, with faint ripples of pain shuddering through her loins. Her mind whirling, she jerked his meat in her fist harder and faster, coaxing it to its full surging length in seconds. Then she straddled his hips, sitting upright and facing him. Urgent lust had gripped her again, programmed deep into her brain cells.
"Just lie there, Son, I'll do all the work," she whispered. "I'll ride your big beautiful cock, Danny, because you're my thrilling stud. Just want to" – she gasped, teasing her throbbing cunt-lips with his swollen knob – "mmmmm! – want to ride like hell, fuck and suck all night, aaaaaaaah!"
Dan stared at his mother, stunned. He never dreamed she talked like that. She was a ripe-breasted, long legged, hot pussied knockout at this moment, reeking with fiery sex as she slid her wet sucking cunt down on his throbbing prick. She moaned low and sank her nails into his hips, undulating her naked ass in wide circles. His rod gorged her, pulsing deep in her eager slit.
Jesus, what a luscious snatch! thought Danny, sucking in his breath as her tight juicy crack squirmed and shuddered on his meat. She started riding him with obscene happiness, swinging her hips sharply up and down, then back and forth, then side to side to cram her sucking pussy with every possible thrill.
"Danny, Danny, your big hot prick, Son! Oh, oh, oh! Ummmmm! Aaaaaah! Sweet darling boy, my own boy, uuuuuung! Fuck your mother good -ooooo! Fuck your mother, honey!"
He began jerking his hips up each time she slammed hers down so that her slippery cunt was gorged to the hilt. Getting hotter with each stroke, Danny sat up and nuzzled his mouth to one of her ripe sweating tits, sucking on the huge nipple to make her scream softly.
"Mom!" he gasped, "you're terrific! Wild hot cunt, Mom! Oh shit, what a woman! WHAT A WOMAN!"
So far, in spite of his rugged good looks, Dan's sexual experience was confined strictly to girls between twenty-one or two. But this creamy, gorgeous brunette – his own sexy mother, he realized with a thrilled shock – was all woman, huge panting knockers, luscious hot ass, fiercely sucking pussy.
Lost in her own frenzied passion, Donna's moans rose louder by the minute. She fucked her strapping son furiously, oblivious to everything but the thick pounding meat rubbing inside her, forgetting it was close to four in the morning and that her husband slept only a few yards away…
While her husband's bedroom was across the hall, her daughter's bedroom adjoined Dan's. And as the minutes ticked suspensefully by, and Jenny waited fearfully for her mother – and her father too, no doubt – to come crashing into her room with outrage and vengeance, she became aware of the rising noise in Dan's bedroom. She pressed her ear to the wall.
Slowly, her eyes widened and her heart began to hammer. Holy shit! Unless she was dreaming, Danny and her mother were screwing! She could distinctly hear their muffled groans and gasps, and her mother's low screams of joy. Trembling with excitement and shock, Jenny tried to comprehend what was happening. One moment their mom had caught her and Danny fucking in the shower, and now, only a few minutes later her mother was screwing him!
None of it made sense. Her mother was straight, a shy soft spoken housewife who regularly went to church and baked apple pies and hardly ever wore makeup. So what the hell was going on in this clean, respectable house?
One fact struck Jenny with vivid clarity: she and Danny were off the hook. If their mom was screwing him – and they sure as hell weren't playing hopscotch in Danny's room, not with that obscene racket – then they were safe and home free. Unless her mother tried to pretend she was still outraged over her and Danny in the shower, and that her wild skirmish in Danny's bedroom never happened.
Just to protect herself, Jenny decided she ought to catch them in the act. It was her turn to be outraged. Besides, she was dying to see her mom in action with her brother, not to mention the fact that Danny had left her high and dry in the shower, her hot pussy primed feverishly and still aching.
Naked, the girl slipped out of her room and down the hall to her brother's. Softly, she turned the knob and crept into Danny's room, blinking her eyes in the semi-darkness.
She didn't recognize her mother at first. She saw a voluptuous naked brunette sitting astride her brother and riding his big prick with delirious swings of her ripe creamy ass, her head thrown back and deep lewd groans hissing from her throat. Talk about sexy!
Intensely aroused, Jenny padded over to the bed. She crawled onto it behind her mother and embraced her from the rear, clutching her panting hot tits in her fingers.
Donna froze in alarm at the sudden touch.
"It's me, Mom," Jenny whispered in her ear. "I want to be with you and Danny! Keep fucking, Mom, it's beautiful!"
"Yes, Jenny, yes!" Donna moaned, clutching her daughter's hands tighter to her heaving breasts. Maddeningly hot now that Jenny's soft tits were digging into her back and her moist pussy was lasciviously crushed to her sweating ass, Donna resumed fucking her son with savage abandon, thrashing her cunt blissfully.
Dan had seen his little sister enter the room but said nothing, knowing by now his mother's lust was at a frenzied pitch. Besides, her juicy slit was shooting such wild thrills along his rod he couldn't care less if the whole neighborhood tramped into his room.
The sight of her naked mother fucking her brother triggered a fierce hunger in the blonde schoolgirl, and she was coming from sheer depraved excitement now, grinding her soaked crotch to her mother's silky ass feverishly. Jenny sobbed, biting the nape of her mother's soft neck and squeezing her swollen tits passionately. One of her hands slid down to her mother's slippery cunt, finding her fat clitoris. Jenny began masturbating the bud, bringing delirious cries from Donna's lips.
Oh Lord, thought the madly excited brunette, I'm fucking my own son while my beautiful daughter is fingerfucking me and I'm so happy I could die! She began climaxing in shattering waves, her pussy slamming frantically on Dan's quivering rod, her head twisting around to find Jenny's lips. She snaked her tongue in her daughter's hot mouth with incoherent moans.
Suddenly Dan's prick grew brick hard, and he bit his lips to keep from shouting with excitement. He got his rocks off in a tremendous series of bursts, spattering into his mother's throbbing pussy with violence.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaagh! Danny! Jenny! Sweet children, commmmmingog! Oooooooooh! Suck you ah! Fuck you both!"
Then Donna collapsed on the mattress beside her son, gulping for air, her loins pulsing with raw ecstasy. Quickly, Jenny climbed on top of her mother, crushing her tits to hers, sobbing as she French kissed her and squirmed her drenched cunt to her mother's burning crotch.
"Mom," she whispered urgently, "I wanna eat you! Want to suck your hot pussy off, Mom! Can I?"
"Both of us," panted Donna, squeezing her daughter's lush ass eagerly. "We'll sixty-nine, Jenny! Oh baby darling, you make me so hot! Quick, turn around and give me your little cunt! Hurry, baby!"
Beside them, Dan watched his tawny little sister and his sensuous mother lock their naked bodies in an obscene embrace, each digging into the other's soaked crotch. Deep whimpers and moans filled his room as Donna lashed into Jenny's tender sweet cunt with her ravenous tongue, her hands caressing the blonde's plump ass fervently. And Jenny, her first pussy eating thrills only hours behind her, strove eagerly to please her mother, using her tongue to gently whip her clit bud before digging it deep into her mother's boiling asshole.
For fifteen minutes they squirmed and writhed with lust crazed excitement as they came again and again into each other's mouths while Dan watched in lewd fascination. By the time they'd sated their hunger, he had another colossal hard-on.
"Golly, Mom, that was terrific!" Jenny sighed, her loins still rippling with ecstasy.
Donna got off the bed, still wildly aroused, not because she wasn't satisfied – - her cunt glowed hotly, purring with pleasure – but because she couldn't keep her mind off her savage rape the night before, off the tremendously exciting spiked dildo. There was no possible way to describe the feeling to Jenny, she could only give it to her.
"Wait here," she whispered to her children. She padded across the hall, moving very quietly in her own bedroom so as not to wake her husband. She opened the closet door, groping on the top shelf where she'd hidden the paper sack earlier. Just as her fingers brushed the bag she knocked another box down and it crashed with agonizing loudness in the quiet room.
Her husband stirred. He leaned up on his elbow, peering around the room. Then the bedside lamp flooded the room with light.
He stared at his naked wife, frowning. "What's going on, Donna?"
Her face flushed and her tits panted with fear. "I-I couldn't sleep, John, so I-I was looking for something to read."
"We have a library downstairs," he said, puzzled. "Where's your nightgown?"
The brunette's mind raced desperately, groping for a half-sane explanation.
"Oh, I took a warm bath to relax," she stammered. "Yes, it's in the bathroom. And it's so warm I just forgot it. And – well, I had an old book here in the closet I never finished reading from years ago, and well, you know, I just… decided to finish it." Her voice trailed off lamely. Christ, what a dumb excuse!
He nodded, yawning. "Okay, honey. Get your book while the light is on, so I can get some shuteye."
Trembling, Donna grabbed the paper bag and, holding her breath – God, the sack looked like it had a massive salami in it, not a book! – she started toward the door.
"Donna!"
She turned to face him, heart racing madly. "Yes, John?"
He frowned. "Put your robe on, honey. You don't want Dan to see you naked if he gets up."
"Oh, of course," she said in a shaking voice. Still clutching the bag as though it contained simmering dynamite, she went back to the closet, grabbed her robe, put the bag on the floor – Don't look at the bag, she screamed silently at him, although it fell over heavily from the weight of the dildo – slipped her robe on quickly, belted it, picked up the sack, which by now seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and got to the door safely. She was halfway out when – "Donna!"
She almost fainted this time. "Yes, John?"
He smiled affectionately at her. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"G-Goodnight, darling."
Outside the door, she leaned against it, perspiration dripping down her shivering flesh. For almost five minutes she stood there, her ear pressed to the door listening for sounds. He was asleep again, thank God. He was a heavy sleeper, which was another saving grace because muffled groans and pants were coming from Dan's bedroom. Those sex crazy idiots!
She slipped into his room, swiftly closing the door behind her. They were fucking again, Jenny's legs wrapped tightly around her brother's waist, her cute ass bouncing furiously. Quickly, the brunette disrobed and strapped on the harness. She went over to the bed and tapped Dan on the shoulder. Rude or not, she had a mother's privilege. If this wild family affair continued, she'd damn well pull her rank.
"Get off!" she whispered urgently.
Dan gaped at his mother, his eyes bulging on the monstrous curved dildo. Of all the kinky tricks! As hot as he was, his enormous prick dripping with Jenny's cunt honey, his curiosity was even stronger. He climbed off his little sister and sat on the edge of the bed for a close up view.
"Mom!" Jenny cried. "What's that?"
"Shhhhhhhhh! Don't wake your father, for God's sake. It's – well, it's a special thrill, Jenny, just for you."
The blonde's eyes widened with fear. "But, Mom, you can't possibly shove that-that giant up my pussy! You'll tear me up!"
"No, I'll be careful," Donna panted, mounting her daughter. She slipped a finger in Jenny's drenched cunt and smeared her flowing juices over the huge cock, while Jenny shivered with panic. Her mother was more than weird, she was nuts! Jesus, they had Danny's live prick right here beside them, big and boiling hot, so who needed – who needed – "Ooooooooooo! Oooooooooh! M-mom! W-Wowwwwww!"
"Shhhhhhhh!" Donna whispered frantically. She shut Jenny up by crushing her mouth to her daughter's, Frenching her torridly as she cautiously eased more of the switched on monster into her tight slit. Jenny's eyes rolled wildly and her screams were caught in her mother's mouth, but she was going mad, absolutely nerve racking insane from the shattering thrills fearing through her cunt.
Mommy, Mommy, fuck meeeeee! her mind shrieked as the humming, enormous prick stung her tender pussy with incredible sensations, the quivering mounds exploding the nerves in her pussy flesh dangerously. Moaning in a frenzy, the blonde drew up her knees high and locked her ankles behind her mother's back. She swung her ass to a crazed rhythm, her fingernails clawing a road map of lust on Donna's flesh, her teeth biting her mother's lips deliriously.
Furiously excited, Donna clamped her hand over Jenny's mouth to stifle her lewd screams and began whispering in her ear: "Sweet little tits and pussy, your mommy loves you! She only wants to fuck you to make you happy, darling Jenny! Feels wonderful, doesn't it, angel? Soooo hot and wild in your juicy little cunt, ah, Jenny, Jenny, you're so sweet and yummy. Mommy wants to suck you off for breakfast, lick your delicious ass for lunch and have you come all over her face for dinner! Christ, you're so exciting, honey, I think – I think I'm going to climax!"
Jenny was tugging fiercely at her hair now and shaking her head in a frenzy from side to side to vent her unbearable passion. She'd begun to spasm violently, gushing cunt honey in a small flood on the quivering dildo, her naked ass shuddering furiously.
Mommy, Mommy! she tried to scream against the clamping hand, I can't stop coming!I'm going crazy because I can't stop – ooooeeeee! Comingggggg!
Their hot slippery tits rubbed and thrashed together and Donna was coming too, tears of depraved ecstasy in her eyes as she fucked her daughter with savage lust, her fingers and lips tenderly loving, her hips brutally thrilling.
Watching intently, Dan couldn't take it any more. His wild, lush mother squirming her naked flesh to Jenny's sleek, tawny body spurred him into action. He crawled up on the bed behind his mother, kneeling upright between her thighs. He seized her burning ass cheeks and spread them, probing urgently with his cock head. He found her narrow anus, and taking a deep breath Dan slammed his searing meat deep, grunting with fierce pleasure as he pierced her tight slippery asshole.
Donna yelped, but her mind and flesh were already vividly recalling the intense pain and utter bliss of her last anal rape, only hours before by Al Langley. She knew the blazing pressure of her son's prick would soon spark fiery waves of ecstasy in her pussy, and in turn she drove the mammoth dildo with greater fury into her daughter's helpless cunt.
Now mother, son sand daughter writhed and heaved in a mass of groaning lust, an increasing din of wanton sobs and low screams and feverish gasps.
The neighborhood slept peacefully on, unaware of the bizarre orgy taking place in their classically All-American small town.
All slept but one. Across the hall John Moore abruptly woke up.
What woke John Moore up so violently was the simple fact that two and two make four. He'd been half asleep when his wife woke him earlier, but added to that was the realization that Donna had never lied to him, never. So deep was his trust that if she told him she was searching for an elephant in the closet he'd be prone to believe her.
But what sort of book took up a whole paper sack and was about a foot long – and obviously round?
And her naked thighs were moist. Not just moist but smeared with shiny juice. A long round object in a paper sack and a soaked crotch. He wasn't half-asleep any more. He got up, baffled more than suspicious and went to look for her. He got as far as the hallway.
Frowning, he listened, staring at his son's door. John Moore was a basically honest, fair minded man who never leaped to conclusions. The distinct sounds he heard, in his own house and in his son's bedroom, struck him with the impact of a fist. It just wasn't possible, not his family.
Softly, he turned the knob and opened the door. In his pajamas, he slipped inside the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He stared at the depraved tangle of naked bodies on his son's bed, blinking his eyes, wondering if he were dreaming.
"Holy shit, Mom!" Dan gasped, his muscles rippling with sweat and his hard ass jerking powerfully as he drove his long rod deep into her asshole. "Gonna -mmmmm! – come! Hot loving ass, mom! Whew! Shit, I-i'mgonna shoot!"
A tremendous wave of rage and shock swept through John Moore's rugged body. He continued to watch in stunned anger as his wife fucked his daughter with what appeared to be a giant artificial cock, while his son raped his wife's naked ass.
Taking a deep shaking breath, be reached out his hand and flicked the light switch. The instant the room flooded with bright light the three of them froze, like a still picture of incredible obscenity, their lustful faces fixed forever in his mind in a frame of startled shock.
"D-Dad!" his son managed to gasp. Blinking her eyes, Donna twisted her head around to stare at him with a ghastly white face. Jenny's angelic face had an expression of horrified lust and fear.
"Explain it!" he said, trembling with fury.
"Explain this filth at once!"
Quickly, Dan slipped his still erect prick out of his mother's asshole and hurried off the bed, draping a towel around his waist. He avoided his father's eyes, his cock going down like a pricked balloon. They'd had it, all of them.
Her heart racing with panic, Donna climbed off Jenny, feeling grotesquely shamed with the immense dildo hovering out, its bright red mass covered with her daughter's pussy juice. She groped for words, but nothing came out. How in the hell could you explain something like this? If she started telling him about, the package on her doorstep yesterday morning it would sound ridiculous, completely unbelievable.
It was Jenny who saved them, quick witted, infinitely cunning Jenny.. The slowly got off the bed and walked over to her father, noticing that in spite of his crimson faced rage, his eyes betrayed a flicker of lust as they swept briefly over her nakedness.
"It's my fault, Daddy," she whispered with tears in her eyes. "All my fault. Daddy, I have to talk with you in private for a minute – please? Just for a minute?"
She could see him melting a little. After all, she was his darling angel, his fierce pride and joy, and she'd been manipulating him since she was old enough to realize he adored her over everyone else.
He glared at his wife, who simply stood there red faced. "You're supposed to be her mother. Can't you talk, dammit?"
"Daddy, please!" sobbed Jenny, seizing his hand, her mind clicking like a computer. Once she got him alone she could bring it off, she knew she could. She could save all their asses and keep the family together. "Come on, Daddy, just for a minute!"
She tugged at his hand desperately and, still seething with shock and rage, he let himself be led into her room. Trembling, Jenny locked her door.
"Put something on!" her father snapped. He felt a stab of anger at himself now because he couldn't keep his eyes off her golden, velvety tits and soft naked curves. And his cock was responding with a hot tingle in spite of herself.
Jenny immediately went into her daddy's little angel act, tears brimming in her eyes, her face pathetically sorry. "Just-just sit here, Daddy, and hold me, hold me! I'm so ashamed, so awfully sorry, Daddy. Please!"
She pulled him over to her bed and he stiffly sat on the edge as Jenny scrambled onto his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as she'd done hundreds of times in the past, snuggling up to him. Innocently then.
Only this time her plump ass squirmed lewdly on his groin and her naked tits dug hard into his chest. She sniffled, staring sorrowfully into his eyes, melting him like butter.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, I wish you'd never seen that! It was all my crazy idea, honest! I-I – some boys at the drive-in movie forced me to smoke marijuana and I went out of my mind!"
"Those little bastards," he hissed. "Who were they?"
"It doesn't matter, Daddy." She licked her ripe lips and wriggled her hot ass harder, feeling his huge prick begin to stiffen hotly in his pajamas. "That horrible thing Mommy was wearing, I gave it to her – I found it in the bushes near school a month ago, and tonight while you were asleep, I-I begged Mommy and Danny to-to…"
She burst into tears and showered kisses on his face, rubbing her tits lasciviously into his chest. He'd find out the truth later on, but hell, now was all that mattered. Once she got him roped in, what excuse would he have for condemning her mother and brother?
"There, there," her father said hoarsely, his meat throbbing with furious power against her soft hot ass. He had no idea she'd grown into such a luscious big girl, sexier than her mother was. Jesus, if he weren't her own father!
Her steaming pussy juice was soaking his crotch now, his cock surging eagerly through his thin pajamas, pushing with urgency against her ass.
"I never even wanted sex with Danny or Mommy," Jenny sniffled, knowing she had him now from the feel of his blazing big prick. "I have a terrible confession to make, Daddy. It was you I wanted – ever since I could remember!" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper and her eyes shone on his fiercely. "You, Daddy! I used to dream you were my lover and we'd make beautiful passionate love, with your tremendously big penis shoving so deep inside me, thrilling me, loving me…"
"Jenny," he said hoarsely, "honey, don't – you're – it's wrong, it's obscene."
"You, Daddy, always your big cock in my dreams, your loving hands on my titties, your strong arms around me!"
Instinct told her he was now beyond the point of no return, and quickly she reached down and slipped her hand into the fly of his pajamas, grabbing his hot pounding meat in her fingers. She whipped it out and began jerking it lewdly, kissing him on the lips with feverish lust.
John Moore groaned and his hands went to his daughter's hot silky tits, squeezing and rubbing furiously. Deep in his mind he felt what every father with a beautiful young daughter secretly felt at one time or another in their lives, pushing it hastily back when it leaped out, hiding it, pretending it wasn't there. But it stayed there, smoldering in its cage like a blazing eyed animal of fury, waiting, hoping, dreaming.
And now it leaped out with repressed vengeance as Jenny swung around to face her father, a knee on each side of his lap. Her boiling cunt hovered over the red crown of his rod while she frenched him passionately. Moaning, she teased her pussy flesh with his dick head for a minute, wetting it down, firing his soaring lust.
Then she slid down on his long thick prick with a joyful scream.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she sobbed, slamming her juicy slit up and down on his shaft with wild delight. "Fuck me, daddy! Your big prick unnnf! Beautiful, daddy, beautiful!"
"Jenny, oh Jesus, Jenny," he groaned, stunned at the silken, luscious tightness of her little pussy wriggling madly on his rod. "Baby – Mmmmmm! – sweet Jenny your – aaaaah! – your cunt! So hot, darling!Darling Jenny, sweet cunt, unf!"
The secret flashes of lust John Moore had thrust back into the tiny cage of his mind, brief intensely obscene, violently exciting, all were nothing compared to the reality of his golden skinned, ripely curved young daughter in the flesh. She was kissing and biting and clawing him with all her velvety wet heat, fucking his big throbbing meat with delirious excitement, her wildly sucking cunt imploring him to shoot great gushes of hot cream inside her.
Outside Jenny's bedroom door, Donna listened intently, heaving long sighs of relief, her naked body shivering with the release of horror and suspense.
"What's happening?" Dan hissed beside her. "What's she saying, Mom?"
"It's-it's going to be all right, Danny," she sighed, sagging against the wall. "Everything is going to be okay, Son."
"You mean – they're screwing?" he asked incredulously.
"Very strenuously, I would say," she smiled. "Darling, darling Jenny. She's brilliant, she's got the nerve of a lion and the wildest mouth I've ever… met."
"Not to mention her pussy," Dan grinned. He stepped close to his mother, pinning her against the wall, rubbing her panting tits to his hard chest. His prick nudged her wet pulsing cunt.
"Listen, Mom, I never finished, you know? I'm still hotter than hell. Let's go back to my room."
"No."
"What?" His face fell.
"I said no. Not in your room, right here, Son. Against the wall. Like this."
The hot breasted brunette whirled around and placed her palms against the wall of Jenny's bedroom. She spread her legs wide and dug her heels into the carpet, weaving her ass lasciviously. "My asshole is all fired up, just like you left it, Danny. Finish what you started. Fuck my ass hard."
Dan quickly pierced her slippery anus again with his swollen rod and began driving his meat deep into her hot bowels. Donna shuddered with bliss, listening to her husband and daughter gasp and moan as they savagely fucked in the next room. It was working out, she thought happily, the whole shocking bizarre mess was working itself out beautifully. They'd always had a close knit family and this would bring them closer than ever, so close they were literally inside each other.
While her brawny son pounded her buttocks relentlessly with his huge rod, Donna swung her ass in a fever of joy, knowing how risky it would be.
This was a rigid, conservative little town, with narrow views and inflexible rules. If any of their neighbors or friends ever found out about the arrangement… Well, hell, they'd face that disaster when it happened. And with Jenny's newly discovered wildness and Dan's reckless sex appeal, and her own rising, insatiable hunger for bizarre new thrills, sooner or later disaster would come storming in.
"Coming, Mom!" Dan grunted, spurting his jism in wild torrents to sting, her asshole. "Loveyour big ass, mom!"
"Yesssss, shoot it deep, son, fuck it – oooo! – Hard!"
At the same time in Jenny's bedroom, the blonde was thrashing with a fierce orgasm as her father's load burst in her sucking pussy, showering frenzied bites and kisses on his lips. Mother, son father, daughter, all four of them, climaxed in perfect unison while the neighborhood slept peacefully on…
When Dan slipped his rod out, he thanked his mother and slapped her playfully on the ass, just a little too hard.
Donna whirled on him, her eyes gleaming wildly. "Spank-me-whip – mmmmmm – fast," she hissed. "What?" Dan's mouth dropped open.
Dazed, the lush brunette shook her head. "It's-it's a long strange story, Danny. Someday I'll tell you about it. You might not believe it, Son."
And the whole lust crazed episode began with an innocent box sitting on her doorstep. Donna wondered what the mad Langleys were doing at this moment.
At five in the morning, Georgia Langley lay sleeping in bed, her tongue lewdly licking her lips from time to time with her dream.
Her husband sat naked in the living room, sipping a drink while he wrote furiously on his work pad. Suddenly he flung the pad aside. It'll work! he thought feverishly. Every equation, every precise calculation was perfect. The solution was logical and devastatingly simple.
If he couldn't make his cock larger, then why not make women's pussies smaller? He had it now, the ultimate control, the perfect programming process for shrinking cunts on command!
Beautiful, Al thought happily as he hurried into the kitchen. He'd call his program Creative Cunt Control, and he'd write a fascinating paper on it. He'd test his brilliant theory out right now. Opening the refrigerator, he filled a bowl with ice cubes. Then he searched the cupboards frantically for his other vital ingredient. Finally he settled on a can of beef ravioli, heating them up in a pot quickly.
He strode into the bedroom with a bowl of ice cubes in one hand and a plate of steaming hot ravioli in the other. He placed his two ingeniously inspired tools on the bedside table. Then he woke up his wife, shaking her harshly.
"What? What!" Georgia sat up, dazed, blinking her eyes.
"Listen, honey," Al said excitedly. "I've got it, the ultimate solution. Gonna test it out right now!"
Georgia began to shiver with alarm. Every time Al got a new theory to test, she had to be the guinea pig.
"What-what is it?" she whispered.
"Works like this, see? I can program your pussy to either tighten up fantastically in a split second, or to expand and relax completely. As quick as it takes to snap my fingers, just on a one word command."
"Oh God," Georgia sighed, spotting the ravioli and ice cubes on the table. She gulped. "How, Al?"
"Exceedingly simple, my dear. Cold contracts, heat expands, right? Now what I do is insert an ice cube into your pussy," – he ignored his wife's horrified cry – "and it tightens up instantly, see? But whenever I do that, I shout the word 'contract'. So after a while you associate the ice cube in your pussy with the word 'contract'. Then after a while I no longer need the ice cubes. All I do is say 'contract' and your cunt will snap tighter than a banker's wallet. Simple Pavlovian theory, my dear. Works every time."
"Oh," Georgia said weakly. "What-what about the ravioli?"
"Oh those," he said casually. "Well, after I pull out the ice cube it will take too much time for your frozen pussy to thaw, see? So I immediately insert a hot ravioli. Naturally, your cunt will expand from the sudden heat. At the same time I shove the ravioli in I shout 'expand'. And your pussy will instantly relax and expand. Then, like the ice cubes, once you are conditioned, I no longer need the ravioli, just the simple command 'expand'! Do you realize how fantastically effective this technique will be? Once I condition a pussy like this, all I have to do is say 'contract' or 'expand' and I have complete control over that pussy! Complete control! It will suck at full power automatically at my command!"
"Oh Jesus," Georgia whispered. "I know you're a genius, Al, but can't you find someone else to test this theory on? I'm so tired, honey."
"This will wake you up, I guarantee it. Okay, knees drawn up, pussy exposed. Now this won't take long, Georgia, have faith in me. Someday the world will recognize me – I mean us – and we'll get what we deserve, I assure you."
"I hate to think what that might be," Georgia muttered, drawing up her knees and spreading her thighs. She shut her eyes tight and braced herself. Using precise, mathematical movements, Al plunged an ice cube up her cunt and Georgia screamed.
"Contract! Contract!" he shouted.
"Contract shit!" his wife cried. "My cunt is frozen stiff!"
"I'll fix it, baby." He pulled the melting ice cube out and inserted a hot ravioli, which was followed by another agonized scream while Al shouted "Expand! Expand!"
A torturous, exhausting hour later, Al told his shattered wife the conditioning process should be complete. Georgia sobbed hysterically, not knowing whether her ravaged pussy was frozen or melted, but suspecting for the first time her husband might be a raving lunatic instead of a genius.
"Okay, the final test," Al said, excitedly.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed, cringing in bed.
"Al, no more ice cubes or ravioli, honey. I mean we're gonna screw so I can find out if you're properly conditioned."
"My pussy is so Goddamn numb a herd of bulls could screw me and I wouldn't know the difference," she sobbed.
Al mounted her and once he got his hard-on firmly in, he snapped, "Contract!" Instantly, Georgia's cunt gripped his cock in a fierce vise, reflexing automatically. "Expand!" Al shouted, "For Chrissake expand!"
It took her three or four painful seconds to relax and expand her cunt walls. Over-conditioning, Al thought, nothing that couldn't be corrected in future tests. But it was working! His magnificent program for Creative Cunt Control was working!
He began screwing her cautiously, thrilled with triumph each time he snapped a command and her pussy responded like a trained dog. Jesus, there was incredible potential here! He'd use the ice cubes and ravioli on her asshole next time, gain complete control over that too.
Then it happened.
Al was happily fucking away when he snapped "Contract!" and his wife's cunt automatically locked savagely on his prick. "Expand!" he cried.
And nothing happened.
"Expand! Expand! Expand, Goddammit!"
Still nothing happened. Al struggled and wrenched and labored but her pussy was securely locked on his rod. And then he knew what had happened: it was the dreaded vaginismus! It occurred commonly in dogs in heat, but only rarely in humans. Georgia began to cry helplessly, but Al told her harshly to shut up. There was only one thing to do.
He called the emergency number of the local hospital. He explained the situation, trying to ignore the hysterical giggles on the other end of the line as he was passed from nurse to doctor to more doctors, all of them listening in on extensions. He told them to send someone over right away with a knockout shot for his wife, Thorazine preferably. Once she'd passed out he could slip his cock out, of course.
Of course, hell, a doctor told him, chuckling. It wasn't that easy. The spasm was in her vaginal muscles, which didn't always respond to sedation like other muscles. They would send out an ambulance and bring them both back to the hospital for further examination.
There was no other way, the doctor flatly told him after a furious argument. Sweating as he still tried to wrench his trapped rod free, Al finally agreed.
He knew what they were doing, the crude bastards. Just like they used to roll pussy locked couples in an open cart in Paris so the public could jeer at them, they were humiliating him – he, Al Langley, a fucking genius! The founder of Advanced Sexual Programming and Creative Cunt Control gritted his teeth as he heard the siren approaching, waking the whole fucking neighborhood for miles around.
Snickering violently, two attendants, two doctors and two nurses showed up – half the Goddamn hospital, Al thought with rage – poked and examined and giggled before finally transferring the two of them to a stretcher. They were kind enough to cover their faces along with their bodies with a blanket as they stepped out of the house, toward the ambulance.
That's when Al discovered his mistake. The ratio!
Wildly excited, he threw back the blanket to expose their naked locked bodies. He sat up, shouting: "It was the ratio, the fucking ratio! I should have used two ravioli for every ice cube! One ice cube followed by two ravioli! Twice as much heat per cold units, you see?"
Dozens of curious neighbors were milling around when the ambulance approached. Now they, looked on in astonishment. They always knew those Langleys were crazy, but this!
"Listen to me!" Al clutched a doctor's sleeve, his face frantic. "One ice cube to contract the vaginal muscles, followed by two hot ravioli, left in twice as long! It'll work. Creative Cunt Control works! You understand?"
"Of course, of course," the doctor said soothingly. The other doctor moved rapidly forward with a hypodermic needle in his hand. Halfway to the hospital Al was in a deep sleep, while his wife sobbed with humiliation.
"Creative Cunt Control, huh?" one doctor said, shaking his head with a grin. "This one goes to the Psych Ward when they're pried apart, for a week's observation at least."
"Wait!" Georgia cried. "He's a genius! He did invent Creative Cunt Control! He has complete control over my pussy…"
"Of course, of course," the doctor said soothingly and the other doctor moved in with another hypo. Twenty seconds later she was asleep too.
"They both go to the Psych Ward," the first doctor said. "Never saw anything like this before. Never."
One of the nurses, a stacked, dark haired girl with sultry lips poked around in her purse, as if looking for cigarettes. She peeked again at the colored Polaroid pictures she'd stolen from the top of the bedroom dresser. Christ, they were obscene – and fantastically exciting! A beautiful, creamy skinned brunette going down on Mrs. Langley with ravenous fury. And then being brutally fucked by her, with a gigantic curved dildo, her face etched with savage passion.
The brunette looked familiar! She'd seen her somewhere, around town, in the hospital perhaps. Sooner or later the nurse would run across her in a small town like this. She'd never made it with a girl herself, but the brunette looked so damn sexy and stacked, so passionate.
The nurse closed her purse and stared at Al Langley on the stretcher and wondered. Suppose he wasn't crazy but a genius, like his wife said? Suppose he did actually invent something called Creative Cunt Control? A hot, rising curiosity stirred in her blood.
Because if he could invent Creative Cunt Control, maybe he could invent Creative Cock Control. The idea of controlling long, throbbing pricks by remote control or whatever method he used fascinated her, excited her tremendously. She would definitely look Langley up as soon as he got out of the Psych Ward.
If he ever got out of the Psych Ward…