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                            DADDY'S HOT TWINS
                                   by
                              Jason Cannon

This novel is a fictional creation and the publisher bears no responsibility for names of characters
and/or places that may coincidentally resemble actual persons or, places. 


CHAPTER ONE

     They were a vision of passion-filled female beauty lying side by side on the bed. Their naked,
bodies glowed as the overhead strobe-light whirled, sending its myriad colors down to caress their
tantalizingly perfect forms. Their breasts, their skin, even their dark pubic hair took on new vistas of
sexual allure as they glowed amber, blue, red, a cream-white and then started slowly going through the
whole color spectrum all over again.
     Les Jacobs stood at the foot of the bed, also naked, his rigid cockstaff hard, thick, and swollen
with desire in his hand. He watched them, letting his eyes float over this feast of female flesh as his fist
roamed up and down his cock. He couldn't remember when he .had been so lucky. Just one of the twin
sisters would have been beautiful and a whole evening s fun.
     But two? . . . heaven.
     The girls, Cindy and Candy Harris, were just as appreciative of him. But then the Harris twins
were, and always had been, highly desirous of a good, rigid cock.
     Early on, that morning in the photo session, they had decided to take him back home with
them when the job was done. He was tall, with dark, curly hair, and his face had the fine features of a
Greek.
     The girls went for Greeks and Italians; they were usually passionate, well-hung, and they had
little or no inhibitions about how or where to use the equipment nature gave them for fucking.
     Greeks loved to fuck.
     Italians loved to fuck.
     The Harris twins loved to fuck. But then, everyone in the wild world of films, magazines,
fashion, and photography that the twins inhabited loved to fuck. It came second as a need and pastime
right after eating; sometimes right in the middle.
     "Les," Cindy drawled, running the fingers of her right hand up and down the already wet slit of
her twin sister's cunt. "Are you just going to stand there and look?"
     "Yeah," chimed Candy, in a slightly higher-pitched voice. It was the only difference between
them. "You've been looking at us all day, naked, from behind a camera. And almost all day you've had
a hard-on."
     "Are you going to use that beautiful hunk," Cindy asked, "or do we have to do each other?"
     Les laughed. "My eyes just can't get enough of your bodies. Give me a little time . . . I'll get
there."
     They were beautiful, magnificent animals with large heavy breasts that refused to fall slack
from their weight. Even now, with both girls lying on their backs, their twin pairs of conical peaks
seemed to leap in pink-pointed perfection toward the ceiling. Their flattened buttocks spread beneath
their bodies, accenting the sexual fullness of their wide, womanly hips. Bones projected at the sides of
their flat bellies, making the area bulge further with the pulpy lips and wealth of hair that covered the
juiciness of their delicious cunts.
     It was true. As the top photographer for most of the class nudie magazines, Les Jacobs had
snapped hundreds of beautiful breasts and pussys. He had also had hundreds of offers to fuck the
models he took pictures of. But never, in any session that he could remember, had he gotten a hard-on
while working. 
     Today was different. It was different because of the twins, Cindy and Candy. They were
different. Besides being female perfection, they oozed sex from every pore and every orifice in their
delectable bodies. 
     "I'm like a kid in a candy store," Les said. "I don't know which to eat first." 
     Cindy moaned. "Well, get your handsome head between my legs and we'll take care of the rest.
God, I'm hot . . . tongue me a little, Les!" 
     She placed her hands under her velvet ass and, using her elbows for leverage, lifted her
steaming cunt high in the air. At the same time Cindy spread her legs as far apart as they would go in
the air. The movement pulled the gooey lips of her pussy apart and a slight trickle of love juice oozed
from her vaginal hole arid slithered down into the crack of her ass. 
     "Jesus, beautiful pussy," her sister Candy moaned beside her. "Eat her, Les, or I'll do it for
you." 
     "You mean . . . you two . . . sisters, I mean, would swing with each other?" he said. 
     "Oh c'mon . . . of course," Cindy said, wiggling her ass around in the air. "What's the
difference?  . . . sex is all sex. C'mon, baby, hurry," Cindy moaned. "Fuck or suck me, one or
the other. My cunt's on fire." 
     I'll eat you while you eat me, sis," Candy said, moving her head and shoulders between
her sister's raised back and Les' bobbing cock. 
     Reaching over Candy, Les grabbed Cindy's willing, writhing body. "All too good to be
true," he moaned as he ran his slick tongue down the inside of Cindy's thigh toward the
triangle of her passion. 
     Cindy's thighs spread even wider as she felt his tongue tickle the pubic hair around her
pussy and down the crack to her anus. Her mouth opened in a red, moist line of desire as the
heat of his darting tongue got closer and closer. 
     Les grabbed her thighs and ,pulled her passion-filled pussy to his lips and tongue. Her
juicy ass quivered deliciously as his lips moved up and down her thighs, teasing, coming
nearer her bush again and again. 
      Then his tongue struck a lick at her seeping gash. It split the pulpy lips apart to enter.
Cindy's moist sheath made a sucking sound as her lower lips clasped around his searching,
darting tongue. 
      "Oh yes, shit yes," she cried, rolling her head from side to side, closing her eyes in a
tight line of ecstasy. "Tongue-fuck me  . . . fuck my pussy with your tongue and suck my
juice!" 
      Below and between them the other twin had taken his cock in her hand and was
massaging it as the rubbery tip ran back and forth across her ruby lips. 
     "Nice, thick, hard meat," she gasped, flicking the little eye in the head with the tip of
her tongue. "Cock . . . good, hard cock." 
     He flinched as Candy's fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of his prick. She gave his
cockhead a long, wet kiss. Then she licked down across his balls and rammed her tongue into
his asshole. 
     He groaned out his joy and countered by doing the same for Cindy's sister. 
     "Oh yes . . . just . . . don't just ease your tongue in my asshole," Cindy cried, humping
her backhole up to him. "Ram it in . . . ram it in like a cock!" 
     Candy returned her hungry lips to the head of his cock and replaced her tongue in his
asshole with a finger. "I just knew, looking at that fucking bulge in your pants all day, that
you had a beautiful dick," she moaned. 
     "Suck it . . . do something to it," Les moaned, his mouth slurping on Cindy's gyrating
cunt. 
     Candy's tongue came from between her full, sensual lips and rolled around the ridge of
his cockhead. His leg muscles jumped in anticipation. Her tongue flicked out again and again
and then her mouth engulfed the knob of his throbbing prick and sucked gently. 
     She could look straight up, as she sucked his cock, and see the moistening crack of her
sister's firm ass and Les' head as it bobbed in the muff between the wildly juggling thighs. 
     He paused at the pussy he was sucking and fingered it while he looked down and
thrilled at Candy's beautiful face sucking his cockpole. Her red lips stretched wide in a wet
oval around his hot flesh. Her jaws moved with the rhythm of a girl who really enjoys sucking
a man's cock. Her tits bobbed and swayed like her head, their fullness creamy and pink-tipped. 
     "Oh, are we all gonna get fucked tonight," he said. 
     He pinched both women's tender skin. Desire charged through his bloodstream, his
stiff prick acting as an antenna to give warning to the twin who caressed it. He gasped and
grasped her hair, trying to shove all of his massive tool into her sucking mouth. 
     She gagged. Candy was gorged by the suddenness of his movement, yet she didn't pull
back. She wanted it. He was actually choking her, yet the dark eyes seemed to relish the
thought of being strangled in such a way. Les continued to strain his rigid pole into her mouth
and spread her lovely lips even wider. 
     In the fascination of watching Candy suck his meat, he had been neglecting the sister.
She let him know it by grabbing his head and pulling it back to the gooey softness of her pulpy
cunt. 
     "Dammit, don't stop! Eat me, you son-of-a- bitch . . . suck it dry!" she wailed.
     His face was pressed into her muff. It smelled of musky, exotic perfume, mingling with
the aroma of sex rising from his own buried cock. "Hmmmmmm, good,.. good pussy," he
sighed. "Eat it . . . eat my cunt!" Her thighs tightened on his head and she slowly eased her
mound upwards. His lips touched her spreading labia. It was pink, glistening hot, and inviting. 
     "Oh . . . ohhhhh, hell yes, shit yes. That's it, suck on my hole. Suck my fucking cunt 'til
it's raw," Cindy shrieked, grinding her knob of love and lust against Les' upper lip. 
      He let his eyes float down, as he ate, to the twin of the face that sucked his cock. Her
breasts were wildly flapping together as she bucked and rammed her flaming cunt against his
sucking mouth. 
      His tongue flicked out, the tip forcing its way into the pulp of her fiery slit. 
      "Sex . . . cunt, cock, come," Cindy said, squirming sensuously as his tongue moved
the entire length of her tingling crevice. "Give it to me, lover. Suck and bite my hard little
clit!" 
      Les' tongue pushed deeply into her, hard, like an erected cock. Her asscheeks snapped
against his chin, quivering, "My clit," she cried out again, "get my fucking clit . . . . please,
HURRY !" 
      "You whores. You hot-assed sluts," he cried into her steaming folds, "I love you
both." 
      His mouth ground against her clitoris. It was slick and hot and congested with the
spunk of her lust. It was like a female cock probing at his mouth. Moisture seeped from her
folds, hot and wet against his pressing chin. "Fuck it . . . FUCK IT HARD!" she hissed. 
     The head of her thighs burned against his face as he pulled her clitoris between his lips.
It was wonderful, alive, female. It seemed to move and expand when he licked it. His tongue
grasped the sex flesh like a nipple, sucking and tugging. 
     She squirmed, her throbbing driving dripping pussy causing her mind to lose control.
Her buttocks clenched and quivered and the strong muscles of her thighs sent tremors along
either side of his head as she screamed out her come. 
     He withdrew from her thighs, and his eyes were wild with desire as he stared into her
lovely face. It was ringed by straight black hair, round with a pert nose and dark eyes that were
nearly pupil-less as she stared in ecstasy back at him. 
     Les eased Cindy's body down to the bed and moved his concentration to her sister, who
was now devouring his cock like a full-course meal. But it wasn't all in her throat and that's
where he wanted it, clear down past her tonsils. 
     The full, sensuous mouth moved, red, warm, infinitely fuckable. It was his turn to
move. He jumped forward, forcing his gigantic erection between the ruby lips. 
     "Ohhh, agggwww," Candy gasped, but her hands came free of his cock and let him
move it hard into her face. She eyed his meat hungrily as it moved slowly in and out of her
face, gaining an inch into her throat with every lunge. 
     "Swallow it," he urged. "Take the whole fucker into your mouth!"  She mumbled
something. 
     "Take it, dammit!" he urged. His ass squirmed against her breasts. The hard nipples
burned into his asscheeks. 
     Candy's eyes smiled up and rolled at him. They said, "I love cock." 
     Her mouth became a voracious, devouring thing as she took him in. She began to suck
him gently, then ravenously as the tide of perversity took hold on her, sweeping her into the
powerful arena of cock and sex. 
      Her lips were literally molded tightly around his pulsing shaft, her tongue rolling
around his meat as she applied suction with her cheeks. Her face was bloated and congested
with cock as she slowly took it all. 
      ~'Ohhh, cunt . . . your mouth is just like a warm, sweet cunt," he-groaned, as he
leaned back and closed his eyes. 
      He felt as if his testicles were being drawn into her mouth. He was tense and straining,
making no effort to withdraw as the end neared. Her mouth continued to work feverishly until
she tasted the hot jets of salty cum against the roof of her mouth.  Candy pulled her mouth
from the head of his spurting cock. A gooey glob of sperm shot out and landed on her chin.
She speared it with her tongue, brought it into her mouth, and swallowed. 
     "Fuck me . . . fuck me in the cunt now and make me come too," Candy cried, dropping
onto her back alongside her sister. "Hurry, I want to feel that hot juice shoot up, clear up,
inside me!" 
     Les dropped between her thighs and filled her hole with his cock in one, swift, fluid
lunge. 
     Her vaginal walls hugged his shaft tightly, and he slithered through the slippery folds
until his balls slapped wetly against her ass. Ecstasy ripped through her cunt as his hot cock
filled her belly. He pounded, drove stroke after stroke into her, thrusting against the quivering,
sucking mouth of her wobbling cervix. 
     Then the sound of moaning and fucking bodies was shattered by the loud ringing of
the telephone in the living room. 
     "Oh no . . . shit, piss, fuck . . . goddam telephone," Candy cried, humping her cunt
lovingly up over Les' charging cock. "Fuck it . . . keep fucking me!" 
     "I'll get it," Cindy said, reluctantly. She rolled off the bed. "But save some of that for
me!" 
     Candy heard her sister's footsteps leave the room and then the insistent jangling
stopped. The telephone was an important part of their lives. Without it they couldn't make a
living. So someone had to answer it.
     Thank god, Cindy was willing to at that moment because Candy couldn't make her
body give up the cock that was filling it, no matter how important the call might be. 
     "Goddam, you're good," Les cried, grinding his pelvis against hers. 
     "So are you, lover," Candy groaned, forgetting all about her sister and the telephone as
she lost herself in the joy and fury of a new cock. "It's always wild, the first time with
somebody new," Candy sighed. "There's always something very exciting, for both Cindy and I,
about fucking with a total stranger . . . somebody that you've just met." 
      "Well, l'm glad it was me you met," Les sighed, and started stroking harder and harder
in and out of her hot, juicy hole. 
     "Pump it . . . pump it faster . . . yes, like that," Candy urged, raking her nails lightly up
and down his back, from the crack of his ass to the nape of his neck. 
      He grunted in agreement and squeezed her full asscheeks in his hands. He fucked into
her hair-lined hole with all the strength in his body. 
      I love cock, I love sex, Candy's mind chanted as she fucked him back. His cock grated
across her hard clit with as much delicious sensation as any she had ever had. It burrowed up,
up, all the way in her pulsing vagina. It jerked and throbbed. It almost seemed to breathe hot
air inside her. 
     "Yes . . . ohhh, yessssss." 
     Moving his hands under her asscheeks, taking a firmer grip, his strong arms lifted the
weight off her legs. 
     "Oh shit . . . soon, soon. Put your legs up. Put them around my waist. Oh, Candy,
you're so fucking good, tight. It's good fucking like that, standing with you like this." 
     Tentatively, Candy raised one trembling leg. Then, she threw the other leg up and
locked her ankles. The cock up her belly seemed to grow longer and plant its hot, jerking tip
deeper than ever. 
     "Now fuck," sighed Les. He made deep-throated pleasure sounds. His fingers slipped
into the open crack of her ass. One found the rear entry. "Make that sweet pussy bite me," he
hissed, twisting a finger up her rectum. "Sweet, sweet pussy . . . fuck me, fuck my cock," he
howled. 
     "I love it," Candy managed to sigh, knowing that he was beyond hearing, beyond
caring what she said, Nonetheless she wanted to express the emotions that his hands, his big
pulsing cock were stirring in her. Her body felt light, charged with electricity. Her tight
cunthole snapped. Her puckered asshole sucked lovingly on his finger. 
     "Oh good cock . . . good fuck. You're clear up in my fucking throat with it," she cried. 
     "Faster," he demanded, "fuck faster. Screw that sweet cunt around like that . . .
yesssss."
     Planting his feet wide apart, giving himself more room, more leverage, he began to
hump the length of his rod in and out of her pussy like an animal. He slammed her fluid ass
cheeks against the mattress, grunting with each lunge. He tried to hurt her, bruise her, and she
loved it. 
     Candy felt no pain. She felt only the bliss, the fire, the friction of his dick stoking her
furnace. She wiggled, fucking him with all her might, mind and body, trying to bring them
both to orgasm. She felt the knob of his mighty cock swell and jerk in the slippery depths of
her sheath and fucked her hips, her cunthole even faster. 
     She wrapped her arms tight at his neck. She strained her legs at his waist and rested
her head in the crook at his shoulder while she gyrated her pussy furiously. 
     Pulling far back, Les slammed into her. Sweat broke on his brow as his long cock
dipped again and again in her hot juicy hole. 
     Candy could feel his big hairy balls growing tense with the force of the cum-load her
tight cunt was coaxing from him. The hands on her ass pulled her close with each forward
stab, forcing her onto him. She felt only the exquisite driving goodness, only the thrust of his
prick. 
     He sought her moist, parted lips. Their mouths fused. His tongue began to piston in
time to his cock and the finger that was fucking her asshole. Then suddenly the cock in her
belly stopped pistoning. It held in her at its roots. The hands on her asscheeks became cruel
steel claws. 
     She gasped. Batting her inner cunt muscles on the vibrating shaft, she sucked his
tongue and held her breath in anticipation of the first thick gush of his cream in her dilated
pussy. 
     It seemed to take forever. Her lungs, she was certain, were going to burst through her
chest and leave her firm pink-tipped titties shredded. She worked her ass frantically; bumping,
grinding, milking the fat head of his magnificent cock. 
     It was a good come, for both of them, and they told each other so.  "Have you got any
more?" she cried.  "Yes . . . right away. Fuck me back!" he cried. 
     Then his cock was again pumping, spurting another load of his hot jism up her
clasping hole. 
     "Yes . . . give it to me . . . fill me up with it. I'm coming too," Candy gasped. 
     Moaning, pinching his waist in the vise of her thighs, and kneading his spitting dick in
the tighter, hotter, vise of her vagina, Candy gulped the semen with her cunt. She squealed and
made her cunt suck his thick cream. She felt it glide down the walls of her sheath. Out it came,
searing the puffy pink lips of her pussy, and dripping wet and sticky down the crack of her ass.
She sucked his mouth. She worked her stomach, making it ripple, making the ripples spread
through her sex until her sensitive clit began to fire the heat, the thrill, and the fireworks of her
orgasm. 
     "Boy, you better have one more for Cindy," Candy giggled, "or she'll tear your cock
out by the roots." 
     "It doesn't matter . . . now," Cindy said, from the door. 
     Les and Cindy rolled their heads around. Cindy was at the door, lounging against the
jamb. She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and a scowl on her face. 
     "What's wrong, sis?" Candy said, feeling something. 
     "Yeah, what is it, Cindy," Les said, "you look like you've just seen a ghost." 
     "Almost. Oh, I haven't seen one," Cindy replied. "But I feel like I just talked to one." 
     "What are you talking about, honey?" Candy asked. 
     "Just that . . . ghosts," Cindy said, and walked to the bed. "How long do you suppose it
has been since we have seen or heard from our dear father." 
     "Well . . . let's see," her sister replied. "We're almost nineteen . . . ah, I'd say ten years." 
     "Well, I not only just talked to him, but he would like us to spend a couple of weeks
with him."


CHAPTER TWO


     The girls knew very little about their father except what they had been told by their
mother. Most of that was bad and the girls believed it completely. That is, they believed it until
they got older and started understanding a little more about life and sex. 
     His name was Zachery Harris. He had been a professional gambler, a rake, and,
according to pictures and people's description, the handsomest and most charming man in the
world-at least in the world inhabited by the people who said that. 
     In the nine years after the girls' birth their mother had grown to hate him. She
explained the reasons for this to her daughters; he was a sex maniac, never able to completely
satisfy his wild, carnal desires and he was worthless. Their mother claimed that the only reason
he married her was for her money; of which she had a very great deal. 
     The girls took this for the truth, believing every word as fact until they started growing
up and the desires of mature womanhood started rising in their own awakening bodies. 
     By the time they were thirteen, sex was all-important to them. Their mother was so
protective and possessive that the girls were never given a chance to experiment with boys. In
lieu of that they started experimenting with each other. 
     Sucking each other's tits and rubbing their excited little cunts together became an
everyday kick and turn-on for both of them. 
     Their mother discovered the pastime one day and nearly went out of her mind. She
beat both of them nearly silly and kept screaming at them that they were just like their father.
She said they would probably turn out to be female counterparts of him and his useless, lustful
ways; just like him, they would end up no good and living every moment of their lives for sex. 
     The beating that the girls received and the constant reminder that sex was awful, dirty,
and God-knew-what-else made the girls fearful enough to stop their experiments on each other. 
     For almost a month they stayed away from even thinking about sucking and fucking.
They wouldn't even sleep together or look at each other when they were in the bath or
changing. 
     But they couldn't keep it up. In no time they were back at the joy of making each other
come. 
     Shortly after their fourteenth birthday they discovered that each other's body was just
not enough to satisfy them. They both started looking longingly at boys' bodies. They wanted
to see and feel a prick. They wanted to know what the older girls at school were talking about
when they went on and on about the joy of sex and what it felt like to fuck on a cock instead of
a finger. 
     In the summer of their fourteenth year, during a church picnic, they saw their first hard
prick and found out what it could do to a ready and willing cunt. 
     Mona Landon was the school hump. All the boys were wild about her. The twins'
mother said she was the instrument of the devil. The mother cautioned the girls not to associate
with Mona, because it was obvious from her ripe, voluptuous body that she was destined for
hell. 
     Both girls couldn't quite understand this because at fourteen, two years younger than
Mona, their bodies were more attractive and fuller in the breasts and hips than Mona's. 
     Did that mean that they were destined for a life of sex and hell? They both secretly
hoped so. 
     In the middle of the afternoon picnic, when most of the kids were swimming, the twins
spotted Mona and Grady Bell, the big football hero from the high school, sneak away into the
woods. 
     They were both sure of what was going to happen and they both agreed that this would
be their big chance to see a boy in action with a girl.
     They followed. 
     The twins waited until Mona and Grady were almost out of sight-no one else was
watching, nor had seen the couple leave-then they set off after them. 
      Abruptly, about a hundred yards into the trees, Grady pulled the giggling Mona off
the path. Cindy and Candy, being as quiet as they could, followed them to the edge of a
clearing. 
      From behind some bushes they had an excellent seat for the upcoming show. Both of
them felt the excitement of anticipation as they watched the young man strip off his bathing
suit. Then the anticipation became a moment of panic when they saw the size of his rigid
man-cock. 
     "Jesus," Cindy whispered. "How can that big thing get inside a woman?" 
     "We must stretch a lot," Cindy said, being the most realistic of the two. 
     The two lovers came together and lowered themselves to the ground. The twins were
breathless as Grady removed Mona's bikini and bent his head to her fleshy, pouting breasts. 
     The twins' breasts swelled in the confines of their suits as he started to suck the girl's
jutting globes. They could feel a sudden ache deep in the pits of their bellies and an itch in
their young, virginal pussies. 
     Now the couple ground their flesh together and Grady kissed her lips with a savage,
animal-like fury. The twins could almost feel the aura of sexuality reach them from the center
of the clearing and the writhing, naked bodies. As Grady's hands roamed over Mona's body,
the twins' flesh began to tingle in the same places he touched. 
     They saw his head move back to her quivering breasts, then down along her body to
her thighs. it was so exciting that they could almost feel those lips fluttering on their own flesh.
"Do you think he'll fuck her?" Cindy asked. "Of course he's going to fuck her," Candy replied.
"Now, shhhhh, and watch. They'll hear you."
     His mammoth prick was in full view above Mona now. It looked very hard and long
enough and thick enough to split the poor girl in half. But Mona didn't seem to be afraid. Her
hands moved to him and began stroking his hard muscles, then moved on down his body. 
     "I want your cock," the twins heard Mona gasp. "I want to feel the meat of your cock
clear in my cunt until you scrape the inside of my tits with it." 
     "You'll get it, sweetheart," Grady replied. 
     Now Mona was touching him, stroking his body lovingly with her long red-tipped
fingers. Then he was rolling over on his back and she was moving over him. Her big breasts
flattened against his belly. 
     "What's he gonna do now?" Cindy asked. 
     "Kiss her pussy, silly. Just like we do to each other," said Candy. "Jeez, I wish he was
fucking my cunt with his tongue right now." 
     Then the couple turned around again with Mona on her back. Her knees were bent, her
thighs spread wide apart. Grady knelt between her thighs. The twins couldn't help but gasp in
awe as they saw his buttocks clench and drive the full length of his prick up into Mona's
clasping pussy. 
     "My God," Candy gasped. "She took his whole prick like it was nothing." 
     "Wow . . . look at 'em fuck," Cindy said in total awe. 
     They watched as the pleasure of Grady's cock in her cunt spread across Mona's face.
The girl was moaning and urging him to fuck her harder, faster. Her eyes were closed, her
mouth became slack, and her head rolled from side to side as Grady rammed his long, thick
cock in and out of her seething pussy in swift, plunging strokes. 
     The two girls played with their own cunts as they watched Mona approach her climax.
Then it happened. 
     Mona's body arched up off the ground. She took Grady up with her until only her feet
and shoulders touched the grass beneath her. The twins heard and saw the girl's climax as they
roared through their own, brought on by the punishing fingers in their cunts. 
     "Oh yes, yes, Grady, honey, fucker . . . come with me . . . shoot your come up into my
cunt . . . cream my pussy with your hot juice!" 
     The twins watched each other come and then looked back at the couple on the ground.
They lay sprawled side by side, chests heaving. Mona's body still twitched occasionally from
her come. The twin's eyes glittered as they watched, feeling a hollowness inside their own
bodies. 
     "God, I want a cock like that inside my pussy . . . fucking me," Candy said. 
     "Oh shit yes . . . me too," Cindy groaned. 
     It was nearly a month to the day when both girls got their wishes. Ironically enough,
the prick that set them off on a life of sex worship was their uncle's, their mother's brother. 
     He had just gotten a divorce and had come to stay with them while affairs between him
and his wife were settled by their respective lawyers. 
     The girls liked him a lot and whenever their mother wasn't around to listen they asked
him all sorts of questions about his married life. One afternoon the questions got right to the
point, when Candy was left alone with him at the pool while Cindy and their mother were out. 
     "Why did you get a divorce?" Candy said, from her spot on the deck, looking up at
him sitting in one of the reclining chairs around the pool. 
     His answer surprised and delighted her. "Because," he said, "my wife is like my sister,
your mother. She's cold, frigid, and totally sexless. A man needs sex, it's one of his most basic
desires and drives. A normal woman should need it too. Something is wrong when she
doesn't." 
     Oh brother, Candy thought, you can say that again. 
     Out loud she said, "Is that why my mother divorced our father? . . . Because she
wouldn't have sex with him?" 
     "I don't really know," her Uncle Don replied. "I didn't know your father very well." 
     Cindy and Candy had already decided, between them, that their uncle would be their
first male conquest. They knew that if they seduced him or let him seduce them, he wouldn't be
like the boys at school and talk about it afterwards. He would be safe and, from the way he
talked, he didn't think sex was dirty, like their mother did. Also he made no bones about telling
them how much he needed it. 
     "You're not like Mother . . . are you?" Candy said, raising up on her elbows and
smiling when she saw his eyes travel down to the dark valley between her swaying breasts
where they bulged like two brown melons above the cups of her scanty bikini. 
     "What do you mean?" 
     "I mean about sex. You like to fuck, don't you?" 
     He smiled at her bluntness. She liked his smile. It was almost as charming and
handsome as her father's smile that Cindy and Candy treasured in the only picture they had of
him. 
     "You're your father's daughter all right," he said. 
     "What does that mean?" Candy awkwardly asked. 
     "It means you're blunt." 
     "It also means I'm curious," she replied, making it very plain when she lifted her head
a little and stared pointedly at the bulge in his suit. 
     "How curious?" Don said, shifting on the chaise so his youthful niece couldn't see just
how large the rise in the front of his swimtrunks had become. 
     "Curious enough to sneak into your room tonight after everyone else is asleep." 
     "You'd really do that?" he said, his eyes  narrowing. 
     "No shit . . . would I really do that," she said.  "You just don't fall asleep before I get
there." 
     That night Candy told Cindy her plan. 
     "What about me?" Cindy said. 
     "Simple. I'll do it tonight and you can sneak  down tomorrow night." 
     "Well . . . okay," Cindy said. "But I'll be wide  awake waiting for every detail so don't
fall asleep  and stay down there all night." 
     "I won't . . . I won't, I promise." 
     Her Uncle Don was awake, waiting for her in  bed, with only his night-light on. 
     "I didn't think you really meant it." 
     "Now you know I did," Candy said. "Well? . . . do we or don't we?" 
     "Does that door lock from this side?" he asked. 
     "The key is on the other side." 
     He grinned at her. "Then either get out of here or go get the key and lock the door from
this side." 
     Candy went to the door, opened it, and got the key. When it was secure from inside the
room, she walked to the bed. 
     "God," he moaned up at her, "you are an absolute doll." 
     He reached up and pulled her clown to him. It was a lovely long kiss. He gasped in
awe when he broke the kiss and cupped one of her breasts in his hands. 
     "What's the matter?" she said in alarm. 
     "I hope you have your full growth already," he replied. 
     "Why?" 
     "Because if you don't," he said, "you're going to have hand-make your bras someday.
Jesus, I could see in your bikini that you were big but, my God, when I get my hands on one of
them . . . " 
     "Do you went me to suck your cock first?" Candy said. 
     "Where do you know about that?" he said, laughing. 
     "Cindy and I read books . . . and we talk a lot. She wants you to fuck her, too." 
     "Oh my God," he said, bringing her body back down to his and kissing her again. He
took her all the way down with him onto the bed. 
     His fingers opened her nighty and slipped inside. She gasped into his mouth as the
garment slipped all the way open down to the triangle of her pussy. She sighed and settled
comfortably down onto her back. The robe slipped completely aside. 
     He gasped again when he saw the huge rosebuds at the tips of her mammoth breasts
and the dark patch of fur that stretched across her pussy to nearly touch both her hip bones.
     "Jesus, you are one beautiful girl," he said. 
     Slowly his hands moved in over her ribs and up to close on her surging, naked breasts.
Gently his fingertips massaged her firm, tanned tits, then slid down over her belly. It quaked
under his touch. The skin all over her body rippled and twitched with quivers of delighted
acceptance. 
     "Are you scared?" he asked. 
     "No," she smiled. ".just anxious to see what a cock feels like." 
     Kissing her and being thoroughly kissed in return, he let his fingers linger just above
her pubic hair, exploring, titillating her with the toying, kneading motions of his fingertips. 
     "That feels good," she cooed in his ear as she reached for him to return the pleasure.
Her hand found his naked cock. "Mmmmm," she sighed, "your prick is hard . . . real hard and
big." 
     His hand went back to her tits. He put one hand to each huge jug and stroked. He
squeezed and pinched their round plumpness until the nipples were red and quivering. 
     Candy started writhing beneath him, trying to get the wet furrow of her cunt close to
his hard cock. She was loving the violation of her virgin breasts and she wanted it to spread to
her pussy. 
     He bent his head to kiss the fullness of her sweet young tits. His tongue licked and
swirled over the hard globes and watched as they swiftly swelled even larger. He held them
together with his hands pressed against their full outer sides. Then his tongue licked between
the silky globes, into the deep valley. 
     Candy was going crazy. For the next fifteen minutes she asked, then begged, then
insisted that he hurry and put his big cock up into her cunt. 
     He paid no attention. He just went right on arousing her, loving her flesh, making love
to all of her body. 
     He stood beside the bed and pulled the thin nighty from beneath her. She stared up at
the bobbing length of his cock. Her eyes were full of respect and just a tinge of fear. 
     But when he moved back to her she readily opened her legs. 
     "It will hurt when it goes into your pussy," he said. 
     "l know," she sighed. "l know and I don't give a shit. Fuck me . . . put it in my pussy
and fuck me with it!" 
     He used his hand to get her pussy as wet as possible, then he moved to enter her. 
     His prick began to find its way into the wet, juicing hole of her vagina. She managed
to get directly beneath him. Instead of shying away from the huge bludgeon of his powerful
tool, she shivered in apprehension and surged up to meet his driving body. 
     Her hands rose to pull him down into her. "Fuck me good," she moaned. "Oh shit, I
can feel the head of your cock breaking it . . . go ahead . . . go, go, go! Don't stop until I've got
it all." 
     Rhythmically, she clenched and loosened the soft cheeks of her ass beneath her, so that
her body undulated under his. Her hand shot between his body and hers and gripped and
pulled, guiding him into the wet mouth of her crotch. She forced her legs as far apart as she
could get them and bucked her cunt hard over his thrusting cockmeat. 
     His cock slid in, far into that hot pool of sensual comfort. He struck her membrane.
She cried out in sudden pain. He didn't hold back. 
     "Now . . . in it goes," he gasped. 
     "Yes . . . all of it. Take my useless fucking cherry." 
     He rammed forward to bury the crown of his throbbing prick far inside her. She
grunted rather than cry out. She went limp for a moment, staring at the ceiling beyond his wide
shoulders. 
     Then his cock started going in and out. An ecstatic shiver went sweeping over her
entire sweaty body. 
     Then she bucked and felt his balls implanted against the crack' of her ass. She also felt
the hard bone of his pelvis crushing against her own matted, wet cunt hair and knew that she
had him all, all of His turgid cock up her belly. 
     "I did it," she said, "1 swallowed up all your cock with my pussy." 
     He stayed tight against her, lying still with his body propped above hers, on his
forearms. 
     She stared up at him with beautifully misty eyes. "It's all gone." 
     "Yes," he replied, "Do you want to come now?" 
     In answer she smiled broadly. Then she moved and threw her long, naked legs up over
his shoulders. "Fuck me," she commanded. 
     "You," he said, kissing her left nipple, "are soft, and so tight." He kissed her right
nipple. "And if I move very much more than this I'll come." 
     "Move anyway. Fuck me . . . FUCK ME!" 
     He fucked her. He surged in and out of her virgin hole. He widened her while she cried
for more and more. He plunged his prick clear to the far depths of the hole between her hot,
sweaty thighs. He felt her juice and blood ooze from her lower lips and soak his balls; it was
good, it was warm and it made him fuck her all the harder. 
     "Oh . . . oh, there, there, there," he chanted and  came. 
     Cum boiled out into the body beneath him and  when she felt it surge into her she cried
out in  delighted joy. She clasped him even closer when he  slipped down on her. 
     "Oh, your come feels so good shooting up into  my cunt like that." 
     He didn't let her up until his cock was hard  again. This 'time he slid slowly in and out
of her,  rubbing her body with his, grinding his pelvic bone  over her clitoris as he slid in and
out of that dark, wonderful, newly opened fuck hole that was slippery with his semen and her
hot pussy juice.
     He made it last and last until she was begging for it, when her eyes snapped very wide
and she reached orgasm.
     "I came . . . I came on a cock," she whispered.
     "Are you all right?" he said.
     "I'm fine . . . and I'm cock crazy. Fuck me again!" she said, flipping his body over until
she was on top of him.


CHAPTER THREE


     Uncle Don's deflowering of Cindy proved even easier.
     The girls didn't need the elaborate plan of getting Cindy to his room that next night. 
     In the morning their mother announced that she would once again have to spend the
day in town on business. Winking at her sister, Candy agreed to go along with her on the
pretext of doing some shopping. 
     As they left Candy whispered, "Lucky you . . . you'll get to fuck him all afternoon!" 
     Cindy ran to her room as soon as she heard them pull away, and got into her bikini.
Dressed, she streaked to the pool and waited for her uncle to come out of his room for his
regular morning swim. 
     She waited and waited but he never appeared. At last she could no longer stand the
mounting pressure in her pussy. She went to his room and found him stretched across the bed,
still sound asleep. 
     The sight of his naked cock, lying limply between his legs over the sac of his balls,
made her whole body tingle with wild anticipation. 
     Gently she took his cock in her hands and caressed it. He moaned and lifted his hips
upward, sending his swelling meat through her fist toward her lips. 
     Her Uncle Don was dreaming, dreaming about the beautiful fuck he had received the
night before from her sister. Only, in his dream, Candy was both the twins all rolled into one
giant woman. She had the biggest tits in the world and on their ends three-inch nipples. 
     He was dreaming that his head was buried between those huge tits. Because his dream
Candy/Cindy was so big, he could only fuck her navel while he sucked her tits and wallowed
between them. 
     Don pounded his cock a little into her belly but it wasn't good enough. He wanted to
fuck her cunt, but he was reluctant to take his lips from the succulent wealth of her tremendous
breasts. 
     At last he slid downward and crouched on his knees between her splayed legs. The
huge black mat of her pubic hair was a full foot wide where it disappeared between her thighs
into the dimpled abundance of her rounded buttocks. 
     Her pussy gaped open, the pink meat of her vulva glistening between the curling hair.
It was also huge. It looked as though he could part the meaty lips and actually squirm inside
her. 
     He leaned forward, laying his belly on hers, and wound his arms around her girth.
Crossing them beneath her, he cupped as much of her buttocks as he could and roughly
squeezed. 
     She moaned, and it sounded like a whole orgy going off in his ears. 
     He eased forward and felt the head of his cock nudge her clitoris. It was wet and
spongy and gave with his increased pressure. The head of his prick slipped off and rolled
easily downward, disappearing into her hole with a slurping sound. 
     It was good, so good, and so warm, and so wet, and he knew it was a dream and he
knew that he was going to come all over himself. 
     What he didn't know was that it wasn't a dream, that his cock was in something warm
and wet. It was in Cindy's mouth. 
     He awoke immediately. "Candy . . . I thought you went back to your own room," he
said, shaking the sleep from his eyes and trying to bring himself down from the wild dream. 
     "She did," Cindy said, raising her head from his prick and smiling delightfully at him. 
      Then he returned her smile with understanding. "Cindy?" "Yes'." 
     "I suppose you'll be in my room tonight?" 
     "No . . . " she said, "right now." 
     "But your mother . . . " 
     "She and Candy left already. They won't be back for hours." She let her tongue trail up
the swollen stalk of his prick. "Candy was right . . . your prick is really big; big and beautiful." 
     "You're making me hard," he said. 
     "Hard for my pussy," she replied. "Make my pussy slippery for your cock!" 
     "Are you a virgin, too?" he said. 
     "Yes . . . but I don't think I've got a cherry." She giggled. "I'm always ramming things
up inside me . . . I think I probably popped it one hell of a long time ago." 
     "Then you're going to get something live rammed up you right now," he said and
started fumbling with the top of her bikini. 
     His hands were gentle on her breasts, exciting as he squeezed her tender nipples
through the soft material of her bra. Only for an instant, when he pinched her breast end a little
too hard, did she complain. Soon, her body responded to her uncle's caresses. He worked her
suit down over her hips, allowed it to fall, and then helped her step out of it. 
     With eyes shining he stepped back to look at her and marveled at how alike the two
lovely twins were, even down to the shade of pubic hair that lightly covered her beautiful,
already dripping, pussy. 
     For Cindy he became the most exciting man she had ever seen. She slid her hand down
the front of her body until she could gather the full mound of her pussy in her fist and finger
her clitoris. She watched his cock bob and leap at the front of his groin as he watched her play
with her pubic hair and finger her delightful wet pussy. 
     "Oh, Jesus, you're beautiful," she gasped. Suddenly she saw all the good, fine points of
a man's body. It was a fine-boned, well-fleshed body, like her own, and she wanted his sex,
wanted him to crush her body into the bed as he fucked with his big hard cock up her hungry
cunt.
     He reached for her and picked her up with his arms. He squeezed her against him as he
held her about six inches off the floor. His cock pushed between her thighs so that she felt it
throbbing against her wet, cuntal lips. He held her there as he kissed her, and the tip of his
tongue played wild games inside her mouth, searching for and probing hers. 
     He ended the kiss, and she felt her head spinning as he moved her like a bodyless form
to the bed. Lust shone in his eyes as he fondled her ass and thighs with the same gentle touch
that his tongue had used on her inner mouth. 
     He put her down on her back and completely removed her bra. She felt it fall down her
arms. Then it was off, and her fleshy, full tits were jutting proudly toward this man who was
ready to take them, to take her cunt for the first time. 
     He held one breast in each hand and pushed them together. Then he squeezed them
gently, as if they were made of fine porcelain. Then his hands moved down her body and
tickled her flesh. He didn't need to hurry and he wouldn't. She liked the slow way he played
her body, liked the way he looked at the wide triangle of pubic hair that crowned her thrusting
cuntal mound. 
     "Oh God, it's good, so good the way you touch me. I want you so much. Hold me, love
me, fuck me. Come to me and fuck me with your cock!" 
     He sighed as he let his eyes drink in the full yet perfect proportions of her naked body.
He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose in the soft, curling fur of her pussy. "You're like an
angel, and I'll love you like an angel," he groaned. "But when the time is right, and we're right,
I'll fuck you like a woman." 
     He moved her back to the head of the bed and slid in beside her. Slowly he let his hand
flow down across her thighs, over the firm, fiat belly and come to rest in the mat of her pubic
hair. As he slid a finger up into her pussy a cry broke from his throat. But far from being the
animal cry she might have expected, it was the sigh of a gentle lover who had achieved his
goal. 
     "You're right," he said. "There's nothing there."
     She smiled. "But I hope there will be . . . soon."
     She encircled his body with her arms and pulled him on top of her. His weight was
delicious as it crushed her breasts and her belly. She squirmed beneath him, urging him to fuck
her. She reached down and closed her hand as hard as she could around the rigid thickness of
his thrilling cock. 
     "Jeez . . . it's so big," she sighed. 
     "But not too big," he said, "you can take it, Cindy, easy. You can take it clear up
inside your fuckhole." 
     "I know," she smiled. "I know I can." 
     Bending his head and rolling a little to the side of her body, he cupped a breast and
eased the delicious bud at its end into his mouth. He licked and then lovingly rolled the
hardened flesh between his lips. 
     She writhed and moaned. "Forever," she cried, "I want my sex to come and come and
the coming to last forever." 
     She felt the tips of his fingers, maddeningly gentle, as they parted the tender lips of her
pussy. The warm juices oozed from between them across his fingers and told him just how
ready her pussy was for his love and his cock. The soaking state of her cunt told him what he
wanted to know, what he- longed to know-that she was eager to welcome all of his throbbing
cock into her body. 
     He sucked both her breasts until the pink flesh at their ends felt raw. With his tongue
he laved as if he were a child at his mother's tit. 
     Cindy responded in kind, arching her back and feeding his mouth with the fullness of
her jutting breast flesh. 
     His head moved down, kissing and licking its way over the silky skin of her belly. At
the same time his hands slid under the firm flesh of her rounded buttocks and kneaded them as
though they were the first female asscheeks he had ever touched. 
     When Cindy felt his mouth move slowly down from her navel. she knew where he was
going and her urgent cry of passion told him how much she wanted it. His lips and tongue
paused to nuzzle in the thick part of her pubic hair just at the top of her slit. As they did, his
fingers separated her buttocks and met at her asshole. 
     As he stroked there, she responded by bucking her ass up and down in his hands. There
was no roughness, only gentle probing as his finger worked its subtle way into her rectum to
drive her wild. It was as though her rear had become another cunt. 
     And then his open mouth came down on her pussy and her cries of passion filled the
room. She was sure that everyone in the whole world could hear her scream out for him to
suck and fuck her. 
     She didn't care. She wanted the whole world to know. At that moment she wouldn't
even have stopped if her mother had walked into the room and caught them in the act of love.
Cindy had been sucked by her sister but it had never been like this before. 
     Don did it all and he did it with passion and tenderness. He was the perfect lover for a
young girl getting her first lesson in love her first fuck. 
     He sucked the juicy and tender lips of her pussy clear into his mouth. Then he used his
tongue to ream the succulent walls of her vagina and flick against the throbbing clitoris. 
     As greedily and rapidly as he licked, he couldn't lick all the wealth of flowing juice
that trickled in streams from her quivering cuntal lips. Cindy felt more and more warm fluid
running down into the hot crack of her ass, making it feel like a pussy itself, a hot, juicy pussy
that became even more sensitive as she felt his finger in her anus roll around and around in
ever-widening circles. 
     "Oh shit, Uncle Don, it's so good," she screamed. "My cunt . . . my ass. Everything
you're doing is so good, yes, yes, faster, faster!" 
     If he replied she couldn't hear it or understand the words. Instead, all she heard were
lovely grunting sounds being muffled in the warmth of her crotch as it rubbed back and forth
wetly against his face and the sweetly invading tongue. 
     She felt herself coming. She cried out even louder and his hands tightened their grip on
the cheeks of her swinging, writhing ass. He pulled her cunt firmly against his mouth and let
his tongue dig even deeper into her inflamed hole. Her come was magnificent, building ever
higher in its crescendo with each added touch and swirl of his ravishing tongue. 
     While she shrieked and jerked her body through the most wonderful come of her life
until then, his open mouth paid tribute to the softness and beauty of her cunt in a thrilling kiss
that seemed to go on and on until, at last, her body sagged back to the bed. 
     But her Uncle Don was far from finished with her body and all its mysteries. His
mouth swarmed over her ass, making her again start to squirm. After he had thoroughly kissed
and licked the large, round cheeks of her beautiful ass, he snaked his tongue between them and
worked it down to the center of her rectal hole. 
     He removed his finger from her asshole with a popping sound and replaced it quickly
with his tongue. When the hard tip entered her rear hole it brought more shrieks of passion
from her anguished throat. As he pushed into her further and further with his mouth-cock, her
body began to churn with fresh desire. 
     As though he could read her body and her mind perfectly, he waited for just the right
moment when he knew her body was again peaking, and raised his head from her ass and cunt.
He moved languidly up over her, his long, dripping cock preceding him. 
     He again felt her body respond as she saw his intent and threw her legs ever wider
apart for his entrance. "Yes . . . yes," she moaned, and then screamed, "give me your cock! Fill
me clear up with your beautiful man-meat, my lover!" 
     She started to scream again but fell to silent mewling when she felt his cock pressing
against the pulp of her lower lips. It stretched her wide open, as though a big arm was pushing
into her cunt. It delighted her. It filled her body with ecstasy as her cunt became completely
filled with his cock. 
     There was no pain, she didn't even think of pain. All she thought of was his cock and
fucking it. 
     He was unhurried, still gentle as she moved beneath him and he rode her warm, wet
body. He fed his cock into her an inch at a time, allowing her thrilled cunt to savor each bite
before he gave a gentle shove and rammed the big thickness deeper into the wet, juicy depths
of her throbbing vagina. 
     The head of his huge cock felt like a pulsing heart as it reamed her sopping cunt. It
penetrated deeply, driving farther and farther up into her belly until she was sure she would
soon feel it between her tits and eventually in the depths of her throat. 
     "It's in you," he groaned. "It's all the way in you, and it's so fucking good. You've got
all my cock in your pussy, Cindy." 
     "Ohhhhh, yes," she groaned and gasped. Her fingers dug into the hard cheeks of his ass
and urged him on. "Your cock is so far up me, I Can't believe I can take so big a thing so easy
in my pussy." 
     "Feel all right? . . . Is it good?" he asked. 
     "Yes . . . oh shit yes," she gasped. "Give it to me  . . . split me with it! Faster, ram it
into me! Oh fuck me, Uncle Don, fuck me . . . FUCK ME!" 
     "Grind your bone against me," he said. "Fuck me back with your cunt!" 
     "Fuck me right up to my throat, lover. Make me taste your cum when you shoot it into
me." 
     He groaned in total bliss. His cock was smoothly fucking in and out of her velvet
pussy. He ground his pelvic bone against hers with force until his prick was again buried to its
root in her belly and his balls battered against her anus. 
     They settled into a rhythm then, fucking in and out in long, even strokes and jarring
each other with their bodies as they pounded. 
     Cindy's body felt crushed into the mattress, yet she squirmed as she used her fingers to
pull at his buttocks, trying to yank his long, thick, throbbing cock even further into her hole. 
     Still he fucked on at the same beautiful rate. He heard the wonderful squishing sounds
coming from her wet cunt and felt the top part of his long cock rubbing against her hard,
twitching clitoris. 
     And then they both came together. He felt his sperm flow in long, steady, steamy
spurts from the pulsing head of his cock as her body responded by lifting them both from the
bed in quivering passion. 
     She screamed out from her first come on a cock. Her voice was breaking, filling with
sobs of joy and pleasure as she screamed out how wonderful it was. He told her how tight and
thrilling her cunt was for him, how lovely her face and her breasts looked when they were right
at the peak of passion. 
     He would have told her more, she knew, but his voice broke and she knew that he was
at the peak of his second come already. His cock was so big and his balls so heavy, that she
was sure he would fill her whole pleasure-filled body with the juiciness and stickiness of his
thick, creamy cure. 
     "Jeez," he said, almost to himself, "I thought Candy was fantastic. Now I know you're
fantastic . . . you're both out of this world!"
     She paid little attention. She wanted his cock and another load of his hot cum. "Can
you do it again, Uncle Don? Can you jism and spray my cunt with another load of your hot
cum?" 
     Instead of answering her with words, he gave a strangled groan and stepped up the
pace of his fucking. His big body tensed, and paused in the air above her as if he were about to
hurtle from the bed. And then he came again. 
     Grunting and panting, he ground down hard into her gaping cunt and shot his second
load up her, even larger and hotter than the first. It was a torrent of hot cum and it shot with
the violent force of bullets up her cunt, its heat spreading throughout her body. 
     The strong muscles of Cindy's tight young cunt grabbed at his straining cock,
strangling it, making him groan as she milked and sucked his balls dry and turned her own
uncle, an older man, from a lusting animal into a sighing, panting boy. He was like a child
who nestled warmly on top-of her passion- and pleasure-giving body while his prick rested in
her warm, juicy cunt. 
     Candy and Cindy were no longer virgins and it was to be just the beginning.


CHAPTER FOUR


     A few months later their Uncle Don left. The girls were sad, even though it didn't end
their explorations. They went right on conquering sexual worlds anyway. First there were a
few boys at school, but for them, boys quickly became boring. The age, experience, and
maturity of their uncle and his sex methods had spoiled them.
     They shifted their attentions to more mature men. Then they included older women.
By the time the girls were seventeen, there was nothing about the bedroom arts that the girls
hadn't experienced and still they wanted more. 
     It was only natural that the girls' escapades would eventually reach their mother's ears.
The rising rift between the twins and their mother grew wider and wider until none of them
could stand it any longer. They truly began to hate each other. 
     The twins finally insisted, upon their graduation, that they be allowed to fend for
themselves and live on their own. The mother agreed, but flatly told them that it would be
without her money. 
     That was when the girls appealed to their Uncle Don. He had also grown to loathe his
sanctimonious sister, so he readily agreed to help his two nieces. Don had several contacts in
the publishing and fashion fields. It was easy for him to find highly paid modeling work for
two such beauties as Candy and Cindy. With their beautiful bodies it was only natural that
they would soon graduate to the far more lucrative field of nude modeling. 
     They were immediately successful. They weren't able to live as they had when they
had the backing of their mother's huge fortune but they were at least able to live as they liked
and fuck all they wanted to whenever they wanted. 
     Then, as if all the bitterness, the hate, and the sour bile in their mother's body and mind
were more than the human body could stand, the mother went to her reward. And she did so
still cursing her daughters and their evil ways. 
     Her will, the girls learned to their surprise, was merely an extension of her attitudes
toward them. 
     They were not to receive a penny of the old lady's money until they were nineteen
years of age. 
     That was the first stipulation, and not too strange. 
     The second was different. If they weren't married, and pregnant, and settled down by
that time, all the money was to go to charity. 
     Since the girls had been able to survive so far on their own, they paid little heed to the
will. They both agreed that having such a great sum of money would be nice, but not nice
enough to marry and give up their freedom for it. 
     It was two weeks to the day of their nineteenth birthday when their father made his
phone call and summoned them, at his expense, to Europe. 
     It was all mysterious and all very exciting. 

                                 - - - 

     "I am Gorn Plato, your father's man." 
     Both girls had the same identical thought at exactly the same time: Our father has a
man . . . a valet? He must have hit it big after all. 
     "You are both very beautiful young ladies," Gorn Plato continued. "I will take your
bags. The bar pulls out from the back seat. Please make yourself comfortable. The drive to the
castle will take about four hours." 
     The girls exchanged fearful looks and slid into the well-appointed back seat of the
huge Mercedes limousine. 
     The huge chauffeur, if that was indeed his job, put their bags in the boot and crossed
around the car to the driver's side. His shoulders barely made their way through the door and
his shaved head almost touched the roof of the car, as it slid smoothly and silently away from
the curb. 
     The highway out of Zurich was wide for several miles and then narrowed as they
climbed into the mountains. 
     The twins availed themselves of the bar and set back to survey some of the most
beautiful scenery in the world. Green forest rose to lofty, snow-capped alps that soared far
above. 
     They sipped their drinks and exchanged furtive glances. It had all happened so fast,
within forty-eight hours of the phone call, that neither of them could be sure that it was
happening at all. 
     After unceremoniously dressing the unsuspecting Les and kicking him out of the
apartment, Cindy had built a drink for her sister, set her down, and related the gist of the phone
call. 
     "It was weird," Cindy said. "I answered and this operator asks who I am. I tell her and
then she says, 'one minute for overseas . . . Count Zachery.' I figured he's just another weirdo
who saw some of our pictures and somehow got our number, ya know? I mean it's been so
long that I didn't put the name together. Especially not when it was tied to the title, 'Count'." 
     "All right . . . all right," Candy said. "Skip the bullshit and get on with it. I'm dying of
curiosity!" 
     "Okay," Cindy continued. "This dude comes on the horn and says, 'Cindy, this is your
father,' I am about to shit and told him so. He laughed, then comes right back with a lot of little
details about Mom, the schools we went to, the source of our money from the trust, everything.
He even expressed condolences, a little tongue-in-cheek I think, about more and told me he
knew all about the will." 
     "But how could he know all that?" Candy asked. 
     "He couldn't," Cindy replied, "unless he was who he says he was . . . or is. Then he
says he wants us to visit him in Zacheist." 
     "Where's that?" 
     "In Switzerland." 
     "I can't go," Candy said. 
     "Why?" 
     "I'm afraid of heights," she giggled. 
     The following morning a messenger delivered two Swiss-Air tickets and two trunks of
clothes, their exact size, to the apartment. After looking at the expensive labels on the clothes
and realizing that the tickets were for real, the girls decided not to fight it; father or no,
whoever he was he wasn't cheap. 
     Since Candy and Cindy had been modeling, several well-heeled gentlemen had seen fit
to entertain them in exotic places. The girls, always game for a good time, had rarely declined
the offers. And never had they been disappointed in the good times, the sex, or the places they
had visited. 
     But never had the offer been extended so strongly, strangely and accompanied by
thousands of dollars in wardrobe. 
     That same evening they boarded the plane with some nervousness but a great deal of
curiosity. 
     And now they were in the back seat of a very expensive auto, in a foreign country,
studying the back of their father's servant's bull neck. 
     "Did you ever see anybody so big?" Candy whispered. 
     "I wonder if he's that big all over," Cindy replied, and giggled. 
     "Ouch," Candy said. 
     "How many people live in Zacheist?" Cindy asked, leaning forward toward Gorn
Plato. 
     "About six hundred people are dependent upon your father for their welfare," he
replied.
      "I don't understand," Candy said. 
     "We, in Zacheist, have not progressed at all beyond feudal times. The lord of the castle
in Zacheist is still lord of the land and its people. The people depend upon the land. The land
must have a ruler." 
     "But that's not what I asked," Cindy said, becoming somewhat angered by his abrupt
manner and his enigmatic answer. 
     "Your father will explain," he replied, and before either of the girls could ask any more
questions, the glass dividing driver from passengers rose into place, neatly separating the car
into two sealed compartments. 
     "Cindy," Candy asked, "are you scared?" 
     "A little . . . but, what the hell, we wanted kicks and adventure." 
     Candy nodded in agreement but poured herself another stiff drink for fortification. 

                                 - - - 

     Both girls had been lulled to sleep by the drink and the gently rocking motion of the
big car. They awoke when Gorn Plato's huge, ham-like hand jostled both their shoulders. 
     Both girls groggily looked around outside the car, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. 
     "We are in Aflando, a small village at the foot of the mountain," Gorn said. "There is a
bad storm between here and Zacheist. We will have to stay at this inn for the night." 
     Sleepily, the girls were led to their respective rooms by a fat little hausfrau who spoke
very broken English. 
     "But can't we share the same room?" Candy asked, her earlier fear urging her to be
close to her sister. 
     "I'm afraid the rooms are too small," Gore said, depositing her luggage, and retaining
Cindy's. "Follow me," he told Cindy and walked out of the room and down the hall. 
     Cindy looked at her sister, shrugged and went out the door. 
     Candy undressed and soaked for over an hour in the old-fashioned tub. Still dripping,
she wrapped a towel around herself and re-entered the bedroom. 
     "What the . . . ?" 
     Gorn Plato was standing by the bed. He had discarded his coat and his arms were like
two rippling steel posts in the short-sleeved white shirt he wore. 
     "Would you like a massage after your bath?" he asked. 
     "A . . . massage . . . you . . . mean from you?" Candy asked. 
     "It is customary." 
     I'm in Europe, Candy said to herself. I've got to remember I'm in Europe now, things
are different over here. When in, do as! 
     "I . . . ah . . . I guess it's all right," she stammered. 
     Gorn motioned toward the bed. "I think you'll find it very relaxing," he said, a slight
smile, the first Candy had seen from him, trailing around the corners of his mouth. 
     Candy moved to the bed and managed to slide in on her tummy, keeping her vital,
frontal parts covered from his eyes. She lay with her arms folded beneath her head. 
     Then she realized that it made little difference. The giant unceremoniously lifted the
towel from her buttocks and she could feel the cool breath of the room and his hot eyes on her
gleaming spheres of white flesh. 
     Be cool, she told herself, be cool. 
     But she couldn't help squeezing her thighs slightly tighter together and hiding the dark
thatch of pubic hair they shielded. 
     She nearly jumped off the bed when warm oil was poured over her back, across her
asscheeks, and down onto the soft skin of her inner thighs.  "Jesus . . . what's that?" 
     "Oil," he said, his deep baritone voice seeming like a bellow in the quiet room. "Oil
from the earth for the skin and for the passion. Just relax, miss, you'll soon. be feeling all the
tension in your body drift away." 
     And he was right; the tension in her body did seem to just float away as his expert
hands started at her shoulder on one side, worked all the way down to her toes, and then back
up the other side. 
     But the tension became something else - passion. 
     His kneading hands seemed to know just where to gently touch her body to start the
flow of juices in her pussy. Almost against her will she felt her legs starting to spread. 
     His hands kept up their deft work on her back and then down to her thighs. She
jumped again when his hand found the inside of her fleshy thighs dangerously close to her
pubic hair. The tips of his fingers also seemed to flick toward her asshole as he worked up and
over the mounds of her jiggling asscheeks. 
     She knew her body was twitching and she knew that he knew it, even though his face
remained an immobile mask. 
     "Turn over, please," he said, very calmly. 
     By that time she had no objections. She would probably have done anything he wanted
her to do. His hands knew exactly how to turn a woman on and they had done their job well on
Candy. 
     She flipped over and felt her fleshy asscheeks go flop on the mattress. Her breasts were
pointing directly at his face but his control was amazing. It was as if he didn't even see them.
Looking down, between her jiggling, pink-tipped globes, she could see her pubic mound,
already glistening with the juices from her pussy. 
     His hands moved across her shoulders and down into her armpits. Again it was one of
Candy's more sensitive areas and her legs responded by moving apart. 
     God, she thought, her eyes dosed, if he touches my tits, I'll explode. 
     Then he was leaning over her, his hands on her stomach. Candy didn't realize any
significance in the move until she felt his rock-hard cock press against the top of her head. 
     I am affecting him, she thought. For a moment she thought it might not be possible to
arouse him. It was as if he were some sort of eunuch out of the Arabian nights. But now, with
his rigid tool standing straight up in the tight pants, she knew she had gotten to him. She hoped
he would get to her. 
     "Are you relaxing?" he said. 
     "Here and there," Candy replied. 
     Then he was at her side. The swell of his cock, through the material of his pants, was
pressed against the back of her hand. She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly
just above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt. 
     She tried to keep thoughts of lust out of her mind. After all, she reasoned, this man was
her father's servant-if the man she and her sister were to meet the next day was indeed her
father. 
     The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, now lightly undulating hips,
making them bounce from the sensation of his hot, roaming hands. 
     His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a little more now and
straightening out. He looked down at her, watching her eyes to see if there was any reaction. 
     Candy couldn't hide it. There was a lot of reaction. 
     Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hot, burning, oily hand up between her legs
until his probing fingers found the pulpy, sweet lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his
thick, hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt. 
     Candy's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up over the fingers. She
moaned out the bliss of her feelings and he pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh. 
     "Oh shit . . . oh, oh, oh," Candy groaned as his fingers found their mark. 
     She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at his fly until she had it
open. She plunged her hand inside his pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at
once and brought it out into the open. 
     "Oh my God," she cried. "It is as big as you are. Beautiful." 
     He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already in. her pussy and then
started finger-fucking her even harder. 
     His big cock was pulsing and jumping in her hands. She took his jerking male meat
between both her hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous
head with awe. 
     With his free hand he continued to rub the soothing oil into her hot, passion-ridden
body, helping it become even more so with every touch. 
     Candy's entire body was hot tingling and shaking with desire for what she held in her
hands. 
     She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold
on his huge, rock-hard tool. She teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a
droplet of white cum oozed from the tip. 
     He thrust his hand further up into her cunt and moved his fingers around and around
the inner walls of her hole. 
     She moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she felt the pleasure of his
hand sliding back and forth in her hole and against her hardened clit. 
     She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it took his jerking cock
into her moist mouth and started sucking the head of it. 
     The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the balls between her fingers
filled her nostrils and excited her whole body. She trembled and shook a bit from the ecstasy
and excitement 'she felt as her head spun slightly around from the  smell of his hot, moving
body. 
     Her loving, moist lips slid further down onto his  cock an inch at a time as the
bittersweet taste of  his masculine cum filled her mouth just as the odor  had already filled her
nostrils. 
     Gorn Plato bucked his huge cock to her, and shoved it further into her anxiously
waiting, mouth. 
     "Do you want relief?." he said. 
     She took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him in awe and wonder. Jesus, she
thought, what is he, a robot? "If relief means do I want this," she said squeezing the wrist-thick
staff of his prick, "then you're damn right I want it." 
     He pulled her over to him and then he leaned half way down to her. 
     First he started kissing and teasing her lips, then he became wilder and wilder until he
had his fingers on the smooth, firm nipples of her tits. She squirmed and grunted under his
touch. 
     The more he played with her tits, the harder she squeezed the hard, thick tool that
jumped and pulsed in her hand. 
     Then, without warning, he was on top of her and she was bucking and thrashing wildly
beneath him. 
     "You are a beautiful woman," he said, tenderly, "and very hot-blooded." 
     She looked up at his almost ugly face and his shaved head and suddenly realized how
sexually attractive he was. "Fuck me," she said. "Hurry, put that big joystick of yours in my
cunthole and fuck me!" 
     Deftly his hands worked until his pants were down around his knees. Then she felt his
prick between her thighs. The huge head was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily
upward to her seething, cock-hungry pussy. 
     "I want it," Candy groaned. "Oh shit, how I want it." 
     And her next thought was, 'Can I take it?' 
     She soon found out that his fingers and the massage had done the job of preparing her
only too well. She was more than ready to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her
lust-swollen cunt hole. 
     Gore Plato pumped his body up and down on top of her, wildly dry-fucking her. 
     Finally he raised his cock a little higher than before. As he shoved his muscular thighs
down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot,
steaming lips of her waiting pussy. 
     "Yes . . . oh shit," she cried. 
     He pounded wildly and furiously into her hot, bucking cunt. Her panting and moaning
became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became more rapid. 
     He was moaning and panting too, a little lower and softer than Candy, but just as
passionately. The steady pounding of their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth
against each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex. 
     The pounding of their pent-up desires was pressing forcefully on their bodies and
minds. Candy could hear the ringing of a mighty cascade of bells somewhere deep inside her
as he thrust and pounded his huge hard cock again and again, deeper and deeper into the hot
twitching folds of her juicing cunt. 
     His deep, growling sighs and loud passionate moans were the only things she could
hear. They mixed with her own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion. 
     Suddenly they both began to shake violently. 
     "I'm there," Candy cried.."I'm going to come . . . oh shit, how I'm going to come!" 
     Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot, exciting sound of flesh
pounded against flesh. 
     Candy bucked her hips frantically now and thrust her head back onto the bed as far as
she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust up her cunt to meet the charge of his
cock. 
     The passionate and frenzied pair lunged their bodies against each other again and
again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force and thrust they could find. 
     With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful return of her quivering cunt,
the two of them came at the absolute same time. 
     He slipped from the bed. Candy, dreamily, through half-closed eyes, watched as he
gathered his clothing back in shape and started for the door. 
     "Gorn?" Candy said, her throat clogged with left-over lust. 
     "Yes, Miss?" he said, from the door. 
     "I'll bet my sister, Cindy, would love a massage, and probably relief, too!" 
     "Yes, Miss." 

                                 - - - 

     Cindy was groggy with the steam from the enclosed bath. She barely managed to make
it back to her bed before sleep overcame her. 
     She must have dozed off and then slowly came back to reality. The next thing she
knew, smooth fingers worked at rubbing warm oil all over her body. 
     It felt wonderful, and it felt exciting. 
     But it was probably the old hausfrau, Cindy thought, part of the inn's service to their
wealthier guests. 
     But the hands were tickling the crease of her ass and the lips of her pussy. 
     Strange, she thought, but it did feel good, so good. 
     And then the hands turned her over and dangling just above her face was the biggest,
hardest cock she had ever seen in her life. And beyond the bobbing, dripping head of the cock
was the almost smiling face of the giant, Gorn Plato. 
     "Your sister," he said, "thought you might like relief." 


CHAPTER FIVE


     The following morning Gorn Plato was again the servant as he helped the girls into the
car and stowed their luggage. Both of them eyed the front of his pants as he moved and then
giggled to themselves. 
     The morning's drive up the mountain took about an hour, during which they related
the previous night's happenings to each other down to the last detail. Both of them laughingly
agreed that they hoped it wouldn't be the last time they experienced thrills at the end of the big
man's huge cock. 
     Topping a hill they saw the giant stone structure of Zacheist Castle. It was awesome
and somewhat frightening, with its shooting turrets and vast ornamental stonework. It gave
both of them an eerie feeling of timelessness the nearer they came to it. 
     The car stopped and Candy gasped. "Look, my God, there's even a moat!" 
     Just then the side of the wall, thirty feet in front of them, across the moat, lowered, and
the car started up again. They drove into a huge courtyard and the door was opened by a
female counterpart of Gorn Plato. 
     "Good day," she said, as she bowed them out of the car. 
     Neither of-the girls realized, until they were standing beside her, just how huge the
woman was. She was an inch or two above six feet and her weight and bulk was about right
for her height. 
     But, even then, she made two of either Candy or Cindy. She wore a loose-fitting shirt
that looked as though it had shrunk from too many washings. The fact was, her enormous
breasts were more than the blouse could handle. 
     "I am Klinda," she said, straightening to her full height and breathing deeply, forcing
her monument- al tits to thrust outward in proud, full-blown glory, their nipples as huge as
second tits when they swelled against the material. "Klinda Plato." 
     "We're . . . " Candy said. 
     "I know who you are," the woman interrupted, looking down at them with a scowl. 
     "Are you Gorn's sister?" Cindy asked, trying to smile. 
     "I am Gorn Plato's wife," the woman said. 
     The girls exchanged frightened looks and gulped. Gorn came around from the back of
the car with the two trunks. The woman took them from his hands as if they weighed no more
than two feathers, and turned away. 
     Over her shoulder she said, "Follow me . . . your father waits in the great room." 
     The Amazon led them into what looked like a huge hall with armor and tapestries on
the walls and a ring of chairs around an enormous fireplace at one end. 
     "Jeez," Candy whispered, "what if she finds out we both diddled her old man last night.
She's big enough to break your back with one whack." 
     "Or smother you with those twenty-pound tits Cindy replied, looking around. "You see
anybody in this place? I thought he was supposed to be in here waiting for us." 
     "Come forward, girls . . . I've waited a very long time to meet you as, adults." 
     The voice was a booming baritone, coming from the other side of one of the chairs. 
     "Fa . . . Fa . . . Father?" Cindy said, as both girls gingerly walked the length of the
room and stopped a few feet short of the chairs. 
     "I prefer you call me . . . Zachery," the voice said. "'Father' would be ridiculous and
'Count' would be just too formal." 
     He rose from the chair, turned and both girls gasped. The picture they had of him
didn't do him justice and it looked as though he had hardly aged since the time it had been
taken. They could both readily see why Zachery Harris had gained the reputation they had
heard so much about. He was male perfection--tall, with chiseled features, dark, coal-black
wavy hair that hung to his shoulders. Beneath the bolero shirt he wore, his huge shoulders and
biceps rippled with muscles. The shirt was opened nearly to his waist and the chest beneath it
was huge and matted with black hair. 
     Gracefully, seeing their awe at his appearance, he ushered them to the chairs. 
     "How . . . how can you be our father?" Candy blurted out when she had, at last,
regained her voice. "You look so young!"
     "I assure you, I am. It's just that I age well, you might say. That was one of the reasons
your mother and I didn't get along very well. She aged very quickly." 
     Both girls not only felt awkward because of the newness of the situation; they also felt
embarrassed because of the strong, instantaneous sexual attraction they felt for this handsome,
obviously virile man who also happened to be their father. 
     "I am so glad you are here," he said, a note of seriousness coming into his voice. "We
need you very badly, and I hope you will come to need us. You will meet my wife later, and
my two sons. I must leave for a while . . . I hope to be back later this evening, perhaps after the
after-dinner entertainment my wife has planned for you. But now I'm sure you would like to
freshen up." 
     He stood and took an elbow in each arm and led them from the room and up a long,
winding staircase. 
     "I am dreadfully sorry about the storm last night. I was anxiously awaiting your
arrival. I had a great many entertainments prepared. But then tonight will do just as well. I
hope you passed a pleasant night in the village . . . but, then I'm sure -you did. My wife tells
me Gorn Plato is a masterful lover, with a wondrous cock." 
     Once in her room, Candy undressed in preparation for a warm bath. She ran the tub
full and lay down nude on the bed to finish her cigarette. Her mind wandered. His words had
shocked them both and made them blush, but his bluntness had also excited them. Her father,
Zachery, was the handsomest, most appealing man she had ever seen, and yet he was
frightening at the .same time. 
     How, she thought, could their mother have ever given him up? Unless, of course, she
couldn't stand his sexuality. He wore it like a shield and, already, he had let them both know
that whatever they did in his house he would approve of it. He was just as they had been told
he was-the exact opposite of their mother. 
     She snubbed out her cigarette and was about to tap on Cindy's door when it opened. 
     "Oh . . . " Cindy said, sliding through the door and closing it behind her, "I thought
you might already be in the tub." 
     "I was just coming into your room," Candy said, flopping back down on the bed. 
      "Probably to ask me what I thought about all this . . . right?" Cindy said. 
      "Yeah . . . it's kind of weird and scary . . . don't you think?"  "Yeah," Cindy said, "but
it's exciting!" 
      "I guess," Candy said, looking straight into her sister's eyes, the eyes that matched hers
perfectly. "Let's admit it, father or not, I'd love to fuck him." 
     Cindy giggled. "Me too . . . Jesus, my pussy's juicing just thinking what he must look
like naked!" 
     "Want to come before we go back downstairs?" Candy asked, resting her hand on her
sister's side. 
     Cindy put her own hand on Candy's breast and squeezed it, laughing. "I just did . . . in
my room with my hair brush." 
     "Then make me come," Candy said, closing her eyes and spreading her legs in
invitation. 
     "Sure, baby," Cindy said, her mouth already watering as she watched the puffy lips of
her sister's beautiful cunt pull apart and reveal the succulent sweetness that lay between them. 
     Candy felt the other girl's compact body slide into the bed beside her. The soft muff of
Cindy's pubic hair tickled her outer thighs as an expert hand caressed her breasts, applying just
the right amount of pressure. Candy had been loved and eaten by many women but no woman
could turn her on or satisfy her like her sister. 
     Cindy's kiss was gentle, insistently probing, but never rough and demanding. She
worked her free hand under Candy's buttocks until she could probe up and down at will in the
smooth valley between the already wet asscheeks. 
     "Sometimes," Cindy whispered, "when we make love together, I wish I had a cock to
fuck you with." 
     "Doesn't it ever bother you, Cindy," Candy said, her voice hoarse with passion, "when
we fuck together . . . being sisters?" 
     "Never," Cindy said, sensing her sister's instant arousal. "Never. Does it you?" 
     "No," Candy replied. "It's always seemed so natural . . . ever since we were kids. But
I've wondered about it sometimes." "Don't . . . just relax and let me fuck you." Candy nodded
and loosened the muscles of her rectal region, allowing Cindy's fingers to probe her anus
unencumbered. The girl's nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing
the thin, cuffing hafts, tickling them just enough to cause jolts of passion to erupt in Candy's
gaping, soaking pussy. 
     The skin of Candy's whole body tippled as she opened her eyes and saw her breasts
start to glisten with her sister's saliva. The tongue and mouth left her tits and moved downward
across her stomach and between her thighs. It left a trail of wet warmth that hadn't missed even
the slightest area of skin. 
     "Oh, Sis . . . honey, baby," Cindy groaned, "eating your pussy is like eating my own at
the same time. I swear when my tongue tickles your hub I can feel it right down there on my
own clit." 
     "Suck it a little," Candy moaned, "tickle my pussy goddam good first!" 
     Candy writhed in joy as she felt the pulpy lips of her cunt being skillfully pried apart.
The hot, humid and hardened tip of her sister's tongue darted to caress and love the
juice-soaked, tender skin around her clitoris.   On and on Cindy's tongue worked, around and
around the ultra-sensitive bud without ever actually coming in direct contact with it. 
     "Ohhhhhhh . . . shit, Cindy," she cried, "You're driving my pussy crazy. Do something
more to it . . . to me, baby . . . HURRY!" 
     Two fingers slipped into her cunt and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were
removed a tongue took their place. To Candy it felt like a giant scooping spoon as it entered
along the floor of her vagina and coursed upward until it tickled the fleshy knob of her cervix. 
     Her hips started a demanding, rhythmic gyration, as Cindy's tongue foraged in and out
of her hole like a miniature cock. A cock with ultimate mobility that seemed to touch and
excite everything inside her at the same time. Well- lubricated fingers entered her anus easily
and performed there as well as they had in her larger opening. 
     As her tongue continued its spastic application, Cindy flattened the skin of her upper
lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against Candy's clitoris. The hardened
bud was in such a state of wild excitation that it was yearning now for direct contact. 
     And so did its owner, whose eyes had rolled back into her head as she thrashed in the
ultimate throes of passionate release, back and forth on the perspiration-stained pillows. 
     "Oh, fuck me . . . go, go, go!" Candy cried, clutching her sister's hair and pulling her
face into the cavity between her legs. Urgingly, she thrust her cunt upward with her hips,
telling Cindy with her body that she wanted her to take more, more, all of her cunt. 
     Candy's thighs were splayed as wide as they could go as she tried to will her cunt lips
to expand to their fullest and actually envelop her sister's entire face. 
     It wasn't just a come. It was the searing heat of a blast furnace that soared through
every pore of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods as Cindy inserted two more
fingers in her asshole and her tongue continued to scoop with adoring relish at the juices in her
cunt. 
     It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as Cindy held her. on that highest peak of total
satisfaction with her lips playing over her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar. 
     When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy. struggled up and over Candy's body
until their legs became two criss-crossed branches with their cunts at the apex.
     "Now l'm going to fuck my, my little darling!"Cindy said. 
     "OHHHHHHHH . . . yes, fuck me . . . YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Candy cried.
"Cunt to cunt . . . cock-clit to cock-clit, FUCK ME! Mash your precious pussy against another
just like it and rub . . . RUB!" 
     Candy felt her twin's clitoris engage with her own. Sparks shot from her cunt to the
taut tips of her breasts as the two nubs of female passion met and made instant love. 
     Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a wet suction all their own.
Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's wealth of lust and passion. 
     Candy came again. She had never felt so overcome. Cindy came and still she went on
to even greater heights. She took her sister's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in
her own mouth, and urged Candy herself to take the other. 
     As Cindy's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right tit, Candy sucked at her
own left breast. 
     The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded together in shattering
orgasms that left them weak and floundering in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and
pussy juice that bathed both their bodies. 
     "God," Candy groaned, "sometimes I wish one of us had come out a boy so we could
really do it to each other." 
     "Whew," Cindy said, running her tongue over her lips and what she could reach of her
chin, "I'm pussy juice from one end to the other. Me for a bath." 
     "Me too," Candy said, and struggled to her feet. 
     "Meet you downstairs in an hour," Cindy said, as she scampered through the
connecting door to her own room. 
     Candy lowered herself gratefully into the tub, her cunt a nest of warm passion even
after the beautiful sucking her sister had just given it. 
     She closed her eyes and lay back feeling her large, ripe breasts float on the surface of
the water.


CHAPTER SIX


     Back in her own room, Cindy stood shaking. It was almost like a sexual hangover. She
and her sister were just alike; they both couldn't get enough sex. It was just like some kind of
strange disease; but a good disease. 
     Eating her sister had turned her juices on all over again. She didn't want to go back to
the hairbrush and it would do little good to go back to Candy's room and repeat the same
performance. 
     She decided to slide into bed and dream herself into a masturbation come. She had so
turned her pussy on and tuned it to her mind over the years that she could come easily just
thinking about sex and rubbing her thighs together over the nub of her clitoris. 
     Cindy opened a drawer and took out a nightgown. Then, thinking why bother, she
folded it neatly and dropped it back in the drawer. Completely naked, she turned and padded
barefoot across the thickly carpeted floor to her bed. 
     She pulled back the covers and slid beneath them. Then she changed her mind again
and kicked them free of her body. She massaged one breast with her left hand and let her other
hand float down to the furry patch between her spread thighs. 
     Slowly, gently she rubbed her fingers up and, down her wet furrow as she closed her
eyes and let sleep slip a cover over her mind. She saw a cock, and then a second cock. In half
sleep she inserted a finger up her bunghole and imagined that it was one of the cocks entering
her asshole. Her thumb became the other cock and it went easily up her cunt. 
     Then, fully asleep, she started to dream that she was being fucked. The face beyond the
cocks was familiar. Then, she recognized it and smiled. It was the face of her new-found
father.

                                  - - -

     In her bath, Candy had slipped to the very edge of sleep. She was brought back by the
sound of slightly shuffling, bare feet on the bathroom tile. 
     Her eyes snapped open and she looked up. It was a man, or rather a boy, of about
fifteen or sixteen. He wore a robe and looked directly at her floating breasts with a smile on his
face and in his eyes. 
     "My God," Candy gasped and lowered her body in the water, hiding her nakedness
beneath the bubbles. 
     "You're very beautiful," he said. 
     "Who . . . who are you?" Candy said, "and how did you get in here?" 
     "I suppose," he said, matter-of-factly, "that you would call me your brother. But
actually we're probably going to be much closer than that. I'm Gilbert, and I just walked in." 
     He sat down on the edge of the tub and suddenly Candy saw the resemblance. He
looked very much like Zachery, only with blond hair. 
     "What do you want?" Candy said, still afraid even though he seemed to be telling her
the truth. 
     "Just to look at you . . . really. My brother and I watched you make love with your
sister. It was very beautiful." 
     "You . . . you did?" Candy said, staring at him intently. Then she felt her body
responding to his eyes; his strange stare. Then she knew why; they were the same bottomless,
all-seeing eyes that she had already seen that day, the eyes that had already looked right
through her. They were Zachery's eyes. 
     "Raise up so I can see your tits," he told her. "They are truly beautiful breasts . . .
almost exactly like my mother's." 
     Candy looked at his open mouth, saw his hands tremble, and couldn't mistake the avid
look in his pale eyes. She straightened even more, bringing her shoulders back to let her
breasts surge forward as much as possible. 
     "Beautiful breasts," he said. "They make my cock real hard. See?" 
     He opened his robe and a ten-inch cock popped to attention, the head of it almost
hitting Candy's chin. She gasped at the size of such a tool on such a young, small-bodied boy. 
     Seeing his cock combined with the feeling she had already felt for Zachery to make her
pussy tingle with a new need. 
     "Can I touch your tits?" he said. 
     "Yes," Candy said, trancelike, "touch my nipples and make them hard!" 
     His mouth began to close and his tongue slipped between his lips. He lifted his hand
tentatively, as if he was approaching something almost too delicate to touch, and laid it against
the pink tip of her left breast. He rubbed it and it began to stiffen immediately. 
     Then he did the same with the other breast. He was breathing hard, even perspiring a
little. Suddenly he lunged with his open hand and roughly grasped the entire left globe of her
tit. 
     "Gentle," Candy exclaimed, the pain bringing her out of her trance a little. "Be gentle." 
     "I'm sorry," he said, quickly releasing his hand. "It's just frustrating to look and touch
such beauty and not be able to do anything . . . you know, like fuck." 
     "I haven't said that you couldn't fuck me, Gilbert," Candy said, the kinship of their
naked bodies suddenly eroding all' her previous fears of this strange boy. 
     "Oh, I know you didn't," he replied. "Father and Mother did. They said we can't fuck
you girls yet."

                                  - - -

     Cindy felt the weight of a body sitting on the side of the bed. For a few moments, as
she fought upward from the depths of sleep, she thought it was just part of the wild sex dream
she was having. 
     But when the bed started rocking and bouncing beneath her she knew it was more than
just the dream. She came further awake to the low moans and grunts of someone very close to
her. 
     Her urge to ignore the noise that had awakened her and return to sleep was
overwhelming, and she probably would have drifted off again if she hadn't realized the sexual
burning her fingers had caused in her pussy.  
     She was soaking wet between her legs and hotter than she had been before lying down. 
     The grunting and panting beside her now took on much more significance. She became
aware of the rocking, jerking motion of the bed.  Then she heard a voice. 
     "Beautiful tits . . . beautiful legs . . . sweet, wet pussy . . . beautiful, beautiful." 
     It was the voice of Zachery. It was her father sitting on the bed beside her naked body. 
     Suddenly Cindy's eyes sprang open. She had to allow a moment to pass before her
brain could fully register the sight in front of her. 
     In the dim light she could discern a man's shape looming above her. He was sitting,
yoga-style, on the bed beside her. He was so close that his knees brushed her naked shoulder
and hip with each movement he made. 
     As her eyes adjusted more to the semi-darkness, she realized that he was, like her,
stark naked. She gasped and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out but a
frightened croak. Involuntarily, her muscles began tensing with the terror that flooded her
veins and slammed into her temples. She felt herself become immobilized, helpless, and this
only heightened her terror. She began trembling. 
     Wide-eyed, her gaze narrowed on the sweat- streaked face above her. The man's face
seemed to be contorted with pain. In his eyes there' was a curious mixture of pain and lust. 
     He was watching her intently. She was almost fully awake now and he obviously knew
it. There was a pleading, almost sobbing, urgency to his voice when he spoke. 
     "I wish I could fuck you . . . relieve the fire in your cunt that you've made with your
hand . . . but I don't dare." 
     She looked closer. 
     And then she saw him clearly. The resemblance was amazing. He looked exactly like a
younger version of Zachery. He was a blond-haired boy of about thirteen or fourteen that
looked and sounded exactly like his father. She knew he must be one of the sons Zachery had
mentioned earlier. 
     Cindy's eyes moved trancelike down his raging, firm body until, at last, they focused
on the source of the jerking motion. He was stroking one of the biggest, most beautifully erect
cocks Cindy had ever seen. The head of it was as big as her fist and the eye in it spurted tiny
flecks of white sperm. Cum spilled from his cockhead with every motion of his hand. 
     "I just want to come," he said. 
     "Who are you?" Cindy replied, her voice foreign to her own ears. 
     "I'm your brother . . . or half-brother, I guess," he gasped. "My name's Rudolph, but
please call me Rudy . . . oh, you're so beautiful. I watched you suck your sister's cunt. My
brother, Gilbert, is with her now . . . but he can't fuck her either." 
     Cindy was in no mental condition to care who the boy was or where his brother was.
He might be a boy, but he had the cock of a man and she wanted it. 
     Something clicked in Cindy's mind. She knew, from the look on his strained face, that
the boy's climax was imminent. 
     "What do you mean you can't fuck me?" she asked, her entire concentration riveted on
the swollen tip of his cock. 
     Her eyes were riveted with unwavering fascination  to the thick. cockpole, the head of
which poked out of his fist with each stroke he took. She was able to see the tautly swollen
glans, the tiny opening, and the swelling under the pressure of the piston like fist that pumped
it. 
     She wanted it, she wanted this boy's cock. She had to have it. 
     "I . . . just . . . can't . . . believe me, I can't. but I'd love . . . to," he panted. 
     "But you're going to come," Cindy said. 
     "Yes . . . yes." 
     "Don't waste it . . . don't waste it," she said. "Put it in my mouth then! If you can't fuck
my pussy put your cum in my mouth . . . hurry, HURRY BEFORE YOU SHOOT!" 

                                 - - - 

     Gilbert had let his hand trail down Candy's belly and disappear beneath the bubbles.
His fingers had pried apart the lips of her cunt and now half his fist was up her hole and she
was writhing and groaning in need. 
     Her own hand was pressed around the huge thickness of his male meat and she was
wildly thrashing it. At the same time she was trying to bend it toward her open, waiting mouth. 
     "Oh fuck me!" she said. "Put it in me . . . fill my cunthole with your cock!" 
     "1 can't . . . I can't," he groaned, recoiling from the soft, insistent touch of her female
fingers on his tool. "Not yet . . . I just can't." 
     Her mind was curious about his meaning but her body was crazy with lust at the sight
of such a beautiful, big hard cock. There was also something about his look, the nearness of
his naked body, and the stiff hugeness of his naked cock that was sending her body into spasms
of need greater than any she had ever felt before. 
     "God . . . I need it, I tell you," she cried, standing in the tub and rubbing her furry, wet
triangle over his face." "I'll eat you," he said, "while you eat me." "No . . . no," Candy cried. "I
want you in me." "I can't . . . not in your cunt," he groaned. Candy jumped from the tub and
wiggled to the floor. She spread her knees wide and wiggled her spread buttocks at him. 
     "Then my ass," she cried, "put your meat up my asshole . . . fuck it . . . fuck me,
please. HURRY!" 

                                 - - -  

     On the bed, Cindy's eyes blinked. This young boy was like a magician drawing her
face to his man-sized, rigid cock. She felt not only a great wave of desire, but also tenderness
well up within her as he moved toward her. It was something she had never felt before about
any man, much less a mere boy. She had felt a little of the same feeling with Zachery, but she
now felt it fully for this boy who looked so like him. 
     She wanted that cock. 
     She wanted to kiss it, to pay homage to it. Never before had she wanted a cock as
badly. It was like her body had become a slave of his lust without yet tasting the fruits of it. 
     "You want to suck my prick?" Rudy asked, calmly. 
     "Yes," Cindy said, "I want your fuck juice, your cum in my mouth more than anything
else in the whole world right now." 
     "Then eat it . . . suck it!" he said, releasing his cock and spreading his knees wide. 
     Still lying on her back, Cindy bent her knees and shoulders to slip across the bed so
that his thick, pulsing cock was directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a
hard red-tipped lance. 
     "Beautiful . . . hard . . . good hard meat," she whimpered. "Put it in my mouth! Fuck
my face with your cock!" 
     All reason, all reality left the girl as the dripping cock-head lowered itself toward her
waiting lips. 
     She reached up and caressed it, feeling-every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her
eyes feasted hungrily upon it. 
     This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy, coming from the fires
that were being kindled w~thin her, and the huge throbbing cockhead that was still oozing love
juice from its tiny eye. 
     She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated head with her tongue as
though she were evaluating it. Her moistly parted lips kissed the underside of it. He quivered
like a powerful stallion at bay as she licked on his rigid tool. 
     Then her wetly quivering tongue lashed out, making maddening circles around the
entire lust-swollen head of his cock. Her own nakedly aroused body reacted and trembled with
a new urgency. 
     Sighing with pleasure, she opened her lips and moved her head forward so that his
cock slipped into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She began to suck, a gentle sucking made
up of little milking motions. 
     Her hair tumbled forward as she opened her mouth to let him feed it into her face.
Then, with the throbbing head admitted to her mouth, she went wild. It was as if she were
trying to swallow the whole swollen length in one tremendous gulp. She ran her mouth straight
down on his prick and let it stay there. 
     Her body shook and quaked when she felt the hugeness engulf her tongue and run
down her throat. It was as though she had, at last, been fulfilled, as though she had found the
cock that she had been looking so hard for, so long. It was as though she were completing her
circle of life as she took his thick pulsating hardness inside the velvet warmth of her throat. 
     His hands dropped to her hair and urged, pulled her prick-stuffed mouth even closer to
him. She had begun running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, and the
sensations were causing great mountains of desire to build up in his belly. 
     "Suck it," he panted, "suck on it . . . good . . . so good. Take it all!" 
     He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his
knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her nakedly quivering
breasts with his own buttocks and kneeling above her face. 
     "Yes . . . oh, yes," she cried, seeing his intent. "Fuck my face!" 
     He began jerking his hips forward, driving his saliva-coated prick in and out of her
mouth in long, deep strokes. 
     Cindy cupped his buttocks with her hands. She loved to have her face fucked in such a
manner. It satisfied some wild, masochistic pleasure in her. She was almost incapable of
moving her head in any direction now except back and forth on his hotly pulsating shaft. She
bobbed, using her tongue and her teeth on the ridge of his cockhead with each backswing. 
     Rudy sighed and then groaned with absolute pleasure. He slowly moved his pelvis
back and forth so that her lips, like the tender lips of a hot, sweetly wet cunt, could slide along
the wetly glistening staff of his jerking prick. 
     He might be young, Cindy thought, but he fucks like he has been doing it for ages. Her
mind spun. Oh shit, she thought wildly, how good, how fucking good this cock would feel in
my pussy. 
     But, oddly enough, she could feel the rising passion enveloping her clitoris and she
wasn't even touching the little piece of throbbing meat at the top of her slit. She was going to
come soon, just sucking on his cock. 
     Weird, very weird, she mused, but fantastic. 
     Cindy tested his balls. They throbbed in her hand. She knew that, he too, would soon
come. She could feel the boiling cauldron of semen seeking to escape. 
     She looked up at the ecstasy on his face and knew he was loving the sucking she was
giving his prick. She saw him put both hands on his hips and straighten his shoulders so he
could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth. Her
delicate lips contrasted with the angry brown of his cockshaft as it pistoned like a pile-driver
between them. 
     Cindy, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his words as he cautioned
her to be careful or he would come, come right in her mouth. 
     She merely sucked all the harder, wanting to taste his spunk, wanting that boiling
eruption to flood her mouth and fill her belly. 
     The thrusting hips meshed with the bobbing motion of her head now. His prick was
sliding easily along the slippery trail of her tongue and into the far reaches of her throat. The
cock hair on his crotch advanced and retreated, tickling her nose and chin. Even the first
discomfort of such an enormous cock battering against the tender tissues of her mouth was
being transformed into a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. 
     Soon she would have his salty cum in her belly. Come, come, her mind cried, feed me
your spend, pour your juice into my mouth. 
     Oh Jesus, she thought, I'm coming too. I'm coming beautifully, sweetly, like a fucking
dam breaking, my juice soaking the bed under my ass. 
     "Oh, shit, fuck . . . OHHHHHHH!" Rudy was groaning, "You're sucking my balls
right out the head of my cock. You're sucking me to death. I love it. It's great . . . beautiful.
Your mouth is so beautiful . . . like a soft cunt. I'm fucking a beautiful woman's mouth . . . I'm
fucking my sister's mouth." 
     The signs of his impending orgasm made Cindy's blood boil. The quickening pace, his
labored breathing and shouting, the growling noises coming from deep in his throat, the
sudden tingling along the underside of his prick-it was all a signal, warning her that the dam in
his balls was about to spurt. 
     And suddenly, it did. Rudy began fighting with his own body, torn apart by the
involuntary quakings of his nervous system. 
     Then, almost in revenge, his whole body raptured. He erupted in violent answer to all
the teasing and sucking she had done on his cock. He went crazy. He was trying to tear Cindy's
hair out, choke her with his meat, fill her to bursting with the spurting, brutal jets from the
head of his spewing prick. 
     Coping with his wildness wasn't easy for Cindy. She had always been in control with a
man before. And this was a boy, but a boy with a man's cock and a superman's desire to fuck. 
     Cindy felt as though he had put a whole ocean into her mouth and that she was
drowning in the flood that had gushed from his balls. She kept at it until she imagined herself
ten times her size-a giantess who could swallow an entire ocean of cum. This made the release
of his sperm and its amount easier to understand and cope with. 
     After a few moments, he staggered away from her mouth, leaving it ravaged and
beaten. She looked as if she had been punched in the lips. They were rubbed raw with the
friction of his cock. 
     His meat hung slack, as saliva and sperm trickled from a comer of her lips over her
chin. 
     And still she was smiling. She had come, wildly, and she hadn't even touched her
pussy. She had erupted like a volcano just by sucking his cock. 
     "You were wonderful," he gasped, fisting his meat, and squeezing the last remnants of
his mountain of juice out onto her cheeks. 
     "So were you," Cindy said, and she meant it, even though for a moment she thought he
was going to choke her to death with his cock. 
     But his come had been like a river that had instigated her own rapturous climax. She
remembered Gorn Plato's huge prick in her pussy the night before. Even the giant, with his
thick trunk of cockmeat directly in her pussy, had not been able to bring on such an eruption in
her hole. 
     Yes, she thought, there was something very strange. 
     "Cindy?" 
     "What?" 
     "It will be wonderful when the time comes to fuck you. You suck as good as my
Mother . . . I'll bet you fuck even better." 


     CHAPTER SEVEN 


     "Are you sure?" Gilbert said, kneeling behind her, his huge cock flopping against the
cheeks of Candy's upraised ass. 
     "Yes dammit," Candy whispered, looking through her legs at the bulbous sac of his
balls hanging below the big prick. "Put it in my ass. Oh shit, I don't know why but I want your
cock in me more than any cock I've ever seen. If you won't fuck my pussy, fuck my bowels!
Hurry, FUCK ME!" 
     And it was true. Candy didn't know what had come over her but there was a greater,
more urgent need in her body than she had ever felt before to have this boy's prick inside her
willing body. 
     "I really do want to fuck you," he said, gently placing the fist-sized cockhead against
her bung hole. 
     "Oh darling, baby . . . then do it. Put it in there and ream me with it!" 
     She was amazed that such a term of endearment was coming from her lips. Yet it
seemed so natural, just the right thing to say. 
     She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to be a part of her, and her to be a
part of him. She wanted them to both he joined in fucking 
     "Now . . . do it now! Fuck me!" she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive the
hand that was teasing her anus. 
     Gilbert put his hands between her knees and pushed them even further apart. Her tight
defenseless anus was revealed, a darker than normal color from her intense excitement; the
inner lips of her cunt pumped out her juice, and the erect little clitoris was engorged with
blood. 
     He put the head of his wildly throbbing prick against the puckering opening of her hole
and pushed forward. His pulsating cockhead parted the anal ring and slipped inside. 
     "Ohhhhhh, fuck, shit . . . Ohhhhhh yes," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in
rapture as she felt the giant head part her body from the rear. 
     "You like that?" he asked, rolling his hips back and forth to wedge himself in further
and further. 
     "Oh, God . . . yes, it's beautiful. Your cock in my ass is beautiful." 
     He pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take her asshole in easy stages. His cock
was big, and too rapid an entry would result in too much pain; then she might make him stop. 
     When he had about six inches inside her, he began slow withdrawals, coupled with
tiny, controlled jerkings of his meat. 
     She was writhing and panting. She tried rocking back and forth on the shaft of
hardness impaling her between the cheeks of her ass. Candy could feel his scrotum tingling
against her naked thighs, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with her hot
hand. 
     He had begun moving in and out, and she was sure that she had taken all he had. Then
he pushed again and she screamed when another length of cock pipe rushed up her rectum. 
     "Oh God, what a cock . . . what a fucking joystick you have," she cried, and wiggled
her asshole harder over his meat. 
     Now his movements became masterful; she could feel him in complete command of
her body. She knelt there, grinding her full rounded buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as
he pounded in and out of her sensually awakened young body. 
     His prick was the hottest and felt like the biggest she had ever taken. With any other
man, or boy, she would have told him to go to hell. With such an enormous cock she would
have insisted that she take it in the pussy or not at all. But this boy was different, and so was
his prick. 
     She was willing, even eager, to have his cock anywhere he wanted to put it. 
     "Oh Gilbert, baby, you're deep . . . you're so fucking deep into me . . . fuck me . . . go
ahead and pour your cock-meat to me!" 
     "Beautiful cheeks  . . . body . . . good, it's really good fucking," he groaned, rolling his
eyes back in his head and enjoying her butt to the fullest. 
     Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. She was being
wildly fucked and she was responding as a woman, a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for
this wonderful boy. 
     Gilbert was aware that she was slowly approaching an explosive orgasm. Her nakedly
writhing body was milking his cock like a vise. Her hips jerked and revolved madly, her
asshole muscles clamped down on his cock with a fury. It seemed as though her asshole and
her whole body was screaming for more, more and more, of his prick. 
     "Oh what a fuck," she screamed, "what a cock. Pound my asshole . . . FUCK MY
ASSHOLE!" 
     Her ass rippled, her hole clasped his driving shaft like the tentacles of an octopus. Her
anus clenched and unclenched as it sought to devour all of his cockmeat. 
     Candy tossed her head from side to side, her mouth opened laxly, and her eyes focused
on the space between her throbbing thighs. 
     "Oh, oh, oh . . . fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK MEEEE!" she said, with each mighty
shove of his long, hard cock into her. It became a chant of sex whose tempo speeded up as she
felt her come start. 
     Suddenly her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down
the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth as the pulsing of her clit reached
her fogged, lust-crazed mind. 
     "Oh my God, I'm there . . . I'M COMING . . . I'M COMING SO FUCKING GOOD." 
     She groveled beneath him, her fingernails digging into her tits as she writhed through
the first of what she knew would be several comes. She had never come so strongly before with
a cock in her pussy, let alone in her asshole with no friction at all on her clitoris. 
     It was amazing-and wonderful. 
     From somewhere way out Candy's mind began returning to her body. The wild storm
that had racked through her nerves had moved on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost
hypnotic movement in and out of her contentedly throbbing ass. 
     "Oh God, what a fuck," she groaned. "I'm wasted." 
     Candy was groaning, not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment. The sound
reverberated like a death rattle from her throat. She couldn't believe what was happening to
her; she had reached some beautifully high plateau, a place of pure sexual sensation. 
     And now she was coming again. Impossible. So soon, but true. 
     She whirled her head around. Then she reached behind her and pulled his face 'down to
hers. Passionately she kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth. 
     Then she whispered, "I'm coming again." 
     This time her climax was different, just as powerful and strong, but more controlled.
She found she could manage it, play it along and make it peak like a piece of good music. But,
only seconds later, she discovered that in reality it was his huge, hard shaft that was doing it. 
     "Sweet . . . sweet come," she cooed, feeling tears well up in her eyes. 
     Her pleasure-contorted body jerked and twisted as though she were in the throes of a
spastic seizure. Her face was twisted in a wild grimace of lust, and her mouth opened and
closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like a wildly bucking animal. 
     It was also his time. 
     He growled out a long sigh of relief as-he plunged his full length of throbbing
cockmeat deeper and deeper into the squeezing cavern of her rectum. He let the sensations
flow up his thick hot shaft where they spread out through his whole body. 
     Candy's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with a sheen of perspiration. Her tits
felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot, scented air, and her asshole was
throwing off sexually electric charges. She knew that each preceding orgasm had been like a
step to the peak of the total orgasm. She cried aloud that she was coming yet a third time and
he was suddenly fucking her like a madman as he sought to join her in coming. 
     "Come with me . . . come . . . COME," she pleaded. "Come with me . . . in me . . . put
your juice in my body!" 
     Hearing her words, he felt the gates slowly opening within him. He slid his hands
under the wildly bouncing tits and cupped them tightly. He rammed into her with all his
strength. He could feel the smooth hot flesh of her tight little hole massaging and sucking away
at his cock. 
     "Now . . . now," he groaned, fucking into her, driving every last inch of his huge,
thickened shaft to the hilt in the hot willing hole between her soaked asscheeks. 
     "Fuuuuuuck . . . cooooome!" she screamed. Her frantically .pumping buttocks waved
in abandon from side to side. She screwed her wildly quivering anus up and down crazily on
his pistoning cock. 
     Her thrashing body triggered his climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning
around his spine and spreading rapidly to his balls and the head of his plunging cock. 
     Then he was there. The intensity of his come frightened her for a moment, as he let
everything in his balls go at once. 
     "Come in me . . . come in me . . . come in me!" she chanted wildly. 
     With a low moan of ecstasy he exploded inside her asshole. The white lava of his love
juice erupted deep inside the. wetly pulsating depths of her rectum. 
     His cock continued to spurt and throb for almost a full minute. Then, slowly, it stilled.
Deep inside her, she could feel her unruly muscles loosening, the walls of her asshole
deflating. 
     She was full. 
     "Oh God, what a fucking . . . what a beautiful fucking," Candy gasped as she felt the
still-hard cock slip with a slurping sound from her anus. 
     "Yes . . . he is wonderful." 
     Candy rolled to her back at the sound of the strange voice and looked up to see one of
the most beautiful women she had ever seen. 
     "Who . . . wha . . . ?" Candy said. 
     "I am Annette . . . Gilbert's mother," the woman said, "and now your mother." 

                                 - - - 

     Lunch was strange. 
     Annette was a charming hostess and she sincerely seemed to be sorry that their father
couldn't be with them until later. The food was served by Gorn Plato's enormous wife with
neither a smile nor a scowl on her face, just blankness. 
     When their stepmother engineered the conversation around to sex the girls were both
astounded and a little relieved to get back on a subject they both knew so well and enjoyed so
much. 
     The woman not only seemed pleased that she had walked in and caught both of the
girls having sex with her sons; she seemed downright elated. Her appreciation of her son's
worth as lovers and the way she expressed it both shocked and piqued the girl's curiosity. For,
if the truth were known, both the twins had longed for such a family situation where everybody
loved everybody else.
     "They have such beautiful bodies, don't they?" Annette said. 
     The girls agreed. 
     "You did enjoy fucking them . . . didn't you?" 
     "What the hell," Cindy said, shrugging to her sister. "Yes . . . we did a lot . . . and I
could take a second course this afternoon." 
     "I'm afraid that can't be," Annette replied. "However, I have planned some stimulating
entertainment for you this evening after dinner. Your father will be so happy when he gets
here." 
     "Why is that?" Cindy asked. 
     "Because I will be able to tell him that our suspicions were true . . . you have much of
his blood in your veins and hardly any of your mother's." 
     "What does that mean?" Candy asked. 
     "It means that you are like us. It means that we will have a happy, contented family. It
means that we all will live long and live for sex and happiness together." 
     "Speaking of family sex . . . " Cindy added. "The boys intimated that . . . " 
     Annette smiled and interrupted her. "That they have sex with me?"
     "Yes," Candy said. 
     "Oh yes . . . it's quite true," Annette said, rising. "And speaking of that, I must join
them in my bedroom right now and reward them for their control this afternoon." 
     "And you're going to reward them by . . . by fucking them?" 
     "Of course," the woman said, smiling and walking out of the room. 
     "Wow," Candy said, when she was gone. 
     "What do you think?" Cindy said. 
     "I think, 'what the hell', we've always wanted a swinging family. Well, it looks like
we've got one . . . we might as well enjoy it."


CHAPTER EIGHT


     The girls had begun to realize that they were in a house of sex but they actually hadn't
even scratched the surface of the real facts. At the exact moment they were retreating to their
own rooms on the upper floor for an afternoon's nap, the rest of the house was seethingly alive
with sexual activity. 
     Gore Plato's huge wife, Klinda, was below in the servant's quarters nude, and carefully
soaping down a beautiful, black Great Dane. 
     Drago was the household pet and he served many purposes. 
     "Drago . . . you a beautiful animal," Klinda cooed as she rubbed her naked breasts
over the dog's sleek, soapy fur. "You will not be used with me tonight. Tonight they bring a
virgin up from the village for the evening's entertainment." 
     A low growl came from the dog's throat, as if he were understanding every word the
huge woman said. 
     "So you and I will have our own entertainment, together, this afternoon." 
     With a bar of soap in each hand Klinda moved around and around the big dog's body
until he was completely, except for the massive head, covered with filmy soap. Then her hands
moved under his belly until they found the sheath of his animal cock. 
     He stirred and shivered as her hands dropped the bar of soap and moved up and down
the slick fur of his quivering underbelly.
     "We will suck and fuck this afternoon, my darling beast," she whispered. "You will
soon put your craving cock in Klinda's big hole." 
     The big beast shuddered again and the growl in his throat became continuous. 
     Her hands moved faster now along his belly, her fingertips exciting his animal flesh
until she slipped her fingers between his hind legs and gripped the sheath that held his cock. 
     Gently, slowly the big woman began to knead and caress the animal prick. Soon his
growling became a whimper as his meat began to harden and slip forward from its furry
container. 
     "There it is," she cooed, "I can see your beautiful prick getting hard and long and
ready for Klinda's pussy . . . smell my pussy, Drago. It, too, is ready for your cock to fuck it." 
     One of the woman's hands remained on the sheath while the other closed deftly around
the swollen pink length of the dog's cock. Back and forth she went, working the beast into a
total state of excitation. 
     Drago seemed to slap his cock into her hand as his hindquarters-started backward and
forward in quick, jerking motions-the motions of sex. 
     Klinda could now look beneath his belly and see the full length of his pink animal
cock surging straight out from his sheath. 
     Her hand was flying back and forth on his meat now. The dog was whimpering and
suddenly reared back as if to get away from the teasing fingers that wouldn't bring him to total
relief. 
     She gripped harder and spoke softly to calm him. But again he tried to pull away, this
time harder, rearing off the floor with his forelegs. 
     "Ahhhhh, my darling beast," she cried, "then you are ready . . . you are ready to fuck." 
     In a single, quick movement, she managed to slither her naked body beneath the dog.
She held his haunches with her hands and spread her thighs wide. Then she swung her soapy
cunt up toward the bobbing, dripping head of his lunging prick. 
     "Fuck me, Drago. . . . fuck me, my darling beast!" she cried, and locked her legs at the
ankles firmly around the dog's back. 
     Deftly she wiggled until she found the searing head of his animal prick with her moist,
warm vulva. Her cunt lips twitched as she ground them against his insistent cockmeat. 
     "I want you, Drago," she moaned, hunching upward with her big buttocks. "I want you
to fuck me . . . keep prodding, my beast-lover . . . you'll find it." 
     The dog was whining with frustration now as he pumped his hindquarters trying to
find the center of that musky odor that had risen from between her thighs to inflame his brain
through his quivering nostrils. 
     At last, with one mighty lunge upward, Klinda managed to ram the head of his cock
between her puffy lower lips.
     "Oh . . . oh, good dog, good dog," she cried. "Fuck me now . . . slide it on into my
pussy!" 
     She squeezed her thighs over his sides and pulled the animal into her with locked
ankles. Inch by inch his raging cock slid into her gaping cuntal cavity. He hunched harder and
harder until his hindquarters became merely a blur. It was all she could do to keep her ass off
the floor and her ankles locked around his back so that his cock wouldn't slip out of her big
crack. 
     But this wasn't the first time Klinda had fucked the animal, and she knew just how to
keep him on the very edge of coming until she, herself, was ready to bring him forth. 
     She wanted to toy a little with him, play, but there was no stopping the inflamed
animal once he had felt the tip of his meat slide into the warmth of her channel. With a howl of
lust from his throat he smashed the full length of his shaft into her belly. He thrust his
hindquarters forward and his long, pink cock surged mercilessly up into the nest of sex that
writhed beneath him. 
     The whole of his meat disappeared up into her soaking hole with a loud, slurping
sound. There was no stopping or steadying him now. With another loud howl his balls
smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy ass. 
     "Oh my lover," she cried, "come in me . . . pour your beast spunk into my cunt!" 
     She found his balls with her fingers. They were hairy and small compared to a man's.
But she loved them, they turned her on with a certain perverseness that no human balls could.
They felt as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading fingers. She tugged on
them, pressing them also into her cunt to join his cock. 
     Klinda then lost herself to the bestial fucking. Her head rolled from side to side as she
rammed back harder and harder against the dog's pistoning prick. She could feel his
cum-bloated balls hot and steaming now as she shoved them into her cunthole. 
     His forepaws lifted from the ground and came down, with his full weight, on her chest.
The sound of his growls echoed hollowly throughout the room as his claws started ripping at
her mammoth tits. The feel of his tearing claws on her breasts was almost unbearable, not in its
pain, but in its pure lust. Her asscheeks were a blur of motion as she twisted and slammed
them upward to fill her cunt with his cock and balls. Blood was running down across the thick
globes of her breast. She paid no attention as she continued to fuck the beast all the faster and
harder. 
     "Fuck me . . . fuck me," she cried, as she felt the unmistakable quivering of his balls in
her cunt hole. She knew he was about to come. She pulled harder on his back, bringing him
very, very close to her. 
     Then she felt his surge. Klinda began a series of low, throaty screams as she felt her
climax closer and closer along with his. 
     Then she felt his long, hard cock begin to jerk in convulsions. Before she knew it, he
started exploding like a warm bomb far up inside the steaming depths of her pussy. 
     A hot, violent tremor of pleasure seared her body as she felt his cum shoot inside her
and, in turn, set off her own climax. 
     As the dog pulled his deflated cock from her cunt and slithered to the side of her body,
Klinda was shocked back to reality by her husband's laughing voice. 
     "Nothing in the whole world makes me as hot as seeing you writhe on the floor
fucking the beast, wife," he said. 
     She opened her eyes. He was standing in the doorway, fully clothed, but with his fly
open and his hard cock bouncing in the open air. 
     She smiled. "I thought you had already left." 
     He returned the smile. "I saw you bringing the dog inside and couldn't resist sneaking
in and watching," he replied, fisting his cock as he studied the fullness of her reclining body. 
     She was beautifully developed, with glorious tits that hung out proudly in the full
bloom of womanhood. Her hips were huge, as were the round and firm cheeks of her big ass.
The full bush of her cuntal mound was a dull blonde that seemed to catch the light and invite
his tongue or his cock to it, In the center of her pubic mat the lips were puffed outward and the
dog's sperm oozed from the pinkness in thick streams. 
     "Do you have to go down to the village and pick up the virgin?" 
     "Yes," he said, advancing toward her, "but I have time." 
     He sank to the floor beside her. Klinda loved all cock, but she most loved her
husband's big tool. The dog was good because she could control his passion but the beast was
usually just a warm-up for one of the boys or their father or her husband. 
     Along her back she felt perspiration. She wanted her seething mouth on his cock. She
wanted to suck hard and deep before he plunged it into her hole. She grabbed the long, thick
shaft that hung low between his legs. She felt her juices start to flow again. They oozed from
her cunt along with the dog's sperm and puddled on the floor under her ass. 
     "You want my cock, wife?" 
     "Yes . . . yes, fuck me with it," she cried. "Fuck me anywhere with it!" 
     The weight of his prick in her hand made her even hotter. She opened her mouth very
wide and slid the big knob into her throat. 
     "Suck! Suck on it! Pull my dick far back into your throat," he growled, his voice thick
with lust. He twisted and moaned as she played with his swollen balls and sucked the cock he
rammed into her face. 
     Then he was pumping and driving his big prick deep into her throat. He could feel his
balls boiling up the hot cream from their depths. 
     "No . . . don't come there," she begged. "I want to feel you in there . . . where he was. I
want your cum to mix with his in my body." 
     He smiled. She loved his cock. She loved all cock. She was a good mate for him.
Zachery had picked her well. She fit right in with the rest of the household. 
     He got to his knees and pulled her ass across the tiled floor toward his bouncing cock.
He felt her tremble when the head of his inflamed cock touched her flesh between the thin line
of her pubic hair, touched her heat with his. His swollen shaft trembled too, as he nuzzled her
cunt with it's broad head. 
     "In . . . PUT IT IN!" she cried. 
     She strained, sitting half-up, with her hands planted behind her asscheeks to steady her.
She jerked her legs, and brought her cunt right to the tip of his meat. 
     "Guide me in!" he growled. 
     Klinda grabbed his cock with both her hands and brought the throbbing,
semen-dropping head to her syrupy opening. Gore Plato lifted her ass higher as he felt the head
of his cock pierce her already-fucked hole. As he moved his hips forward, he simultaneously
squeezed the cheeks of her fleshy ass tightly together to create more friction on his penetrating
cock. 
     "Now . . . NOW! Oh God, how I love your cock, my husband. Shove it . . . shove it
into me hard . . . harder. Give it all to me!" 
     He lunged at her and felt her entire body shake with pleasure as the head of his prick
hit the very bottom of her cunt. Her hips writhed with sexual joy and he aided their circular
motion with his strong hands, lifting and pulling her pussy over his driving wad of meat. 
     Back, forth, back, forth he rhythmically drove the pulsing fullness of his hard
cockmeat into her lush, sopping cunt. 
     "You are like the rest of us, woman," he said. "You are no good, but you are a fine
cunt." 
     "You are a cocksucker," she hissed, smiling up at his straining face. 
     "And you are a dogfucker," he replied. 
     "Fuck me . . . harder . . . is your cock in me yet?" She laughed in his face. 
     He allowed her laugh to fade and then, with the back of his hand, he hit her across the
face. Blood spurted from her lips. He hit her again, so hard that her head bounced off the floor. 
     "Yes . . . " she groaned. "Again . . . hit me again. Hurt me . . . fuck me!" 
     With his free hand he brought the dog, Drago, back to life by pumping on the hairy
sheath beneath his belly.
     "Are you glad Zachery brought you up from the village to be our regular wife along
with Annette?" 
     "Yes . . . yes," she said. 
     "Then prove it to me," he said, shoving the dog until he was standing directly over her
face. "Eat the beast's cock while I fuck you." 
     She smiled and reached up with one hand to pull the dog's swelling cock down to her
lips. 

                                 - - - 

     Upstairs, directly above Gorn Plato and Klinda's erotic scene, Annette walked into one
of the two master bedrooms. On the bed were her two sons, naked, their big cocks stiff with
readiness. 
     "Tonight you will have them, my children, but now I will have you." 
     Slowly, sensuously the mother undressed while her two boys watched in fascination.
Her body always had a wild effect on them. They never tired of seeing it or wallowing in it. 
     At last she was naked. With her full, firm breasts tantalizingly swaying from her body
she crawled up on the bed to join them. 
     Gilbert sat on the pillows, his back against the headboard, and his cock quivering
straight up from his youthful, hairy crotch. "Suck my cock, Mother," he asked. 
     Without hesitation she crawled between his legs and, leaning on her knees and elbows,
began licking and stroking his balls and cock with her hot, saliva-coated tongue. She licked it,
sucked it, and teased it with her teeth. She pumped it with strong contractions of her throat
once her sensuous lips had molded themselves around its thickness. 
     Gilbert sighed in total bliss as he watched his thick, rigid meat fill his mother's face.
He raised his hips giving her more, as he felt the hard knob of his staff slide back and forth in
her throat. His legs quivered and jerked as his groin throbbed fiercely with an intense desire to
fill her head with his prick and her belly with the hot load that was surging in his bouncing
testicles. 
     Beside her Rudy could see her naked ass high in the air, waving, inviting him as his
brother's cock filled her face and split her hungry lips. 
     "Suck . . . oh yes, it's goddam good, Mother. Suck on it!" Gilbert cajoled. "CUNT MY
COCK WITH YOUR COCK-SUCKING MOUTH!" he shouted like a man gone mad.
Thrusting upwards with his hips, he shoved the full length of his pounding cock into his
mother's greedy face. 
     The jolt of his thick, hard prick plummeting into her mouth made her forget her other
son. Her throat tasted the bittersweet pungency of her son's seeping sperm as her head started
bobbing over tile bluntness of his meat. 
     Gilbert groaned loudly as he felt her tongue work around the ridge of his cockhead in
faster and faster swirls. His fingers convulsed tightly in her hair while the hot tip of her tongue
applied little shocks to his body through the tip of his cock. 
     Her other son, Ruby, watched with fascination. He had seen his mother suck Gilbert's
cock before, but it never failed to turn him on. He moved like a robot up over her hips to her
naked ass, where it rose high in the air. He rested his knees on the bed, and reached forward
until he found his mother's full, fleshy asscheeks. Then he probed with his hands and fingers
until he felt the wetness in the furrow between them. They quivered at the touch of his fingers.
He explored further with his fingertips until he struck her anus. 
     "Yes," she mumbled around the loud sucking sounds as she continued to burrow her
face into her other son's hairy crotch. 
     Rudy positioned a finger and shoved. It sank to the second knuckle in her bung hole.
He heard her gasp around the thick cock in her mouth. 
     As he made little circles in her rectum with his finger, his mother's ass started
revolving the opposite direction. Then he lifted his body until he was on his knees behind her
and his hips were directly in line with the flowing line of her ass. With one hand he guided his
rigid cock to her rear hole and removed his finger. 
     Annette reached behind her with her own hands and carefully spread the cheeks of her
ass. Rudy could feel the pressure of her elastic opening nudging his cockhead. With a flick of
his hips he rammed forward. Pushing with all his strength, he finally felt the mouth of her
rectum yield to his advance. 
     At the exact time of her son's entrance into her anus, Annette felt Gilbert's hand on the
back of her head. He pulled her head tight against-his crotch and simultaneously snapped his
hips upward. The bulbous, swollen tip of his heated prick shoved far back up into her throat. 
     "Take it . . . take my cock up your ass, mother . . . spread for me!" Rudy shouted,
driving another two inches of his meat into her asshole. 
     She closed her eyes and clamped her mouth further over Gilbert's cock, the sudden
pain in her ass making her groan in pain. 
     Rudy, thinking she was groaning for more of his cock, stepped up the pace of his jabs
into her backhole. He rammed his full length home, fast and furious, as she sucked Gilbert's
cock with all her effort in order to accommodate him in her throat and not choke. 
     The cock in her rear channel was like a hot knife now as Rudy gasped and cried out,
shoving the full length of his meat up her bung hole. It was tight, stretching and ripping his
foreskin as he ground into her, but the pleasure of fucking his mother in the ass was so much
more than the pain that he didn't even pause in his thrusts. 
     As the youth continued to fuck, his eyes came back to the reality of the situation. He
defined the images of their three joined bodies in the dim room. He could see his brother's thick
cock disappearing and reappearing between their mother's wide-open lips as her long hair
tossed from side to side brushing over his groin and belly. Her firm, bouncing tits danced and
swayed like two huge melons beneath her as she squirmed to give and receive the pleasure of
cock from her two wondrously endowed offspring. 
     Rudy's prick ached in her rectum but it got better and better as his rhythm started to
match the other two bodies. Faster and faster the two cocks pumped and fucked into her. 
     Both boys could tell that their mother was really starting to love it now-love it as she
always did when they fucked her. She became a moaning, writhing heap as they relentlessly
ground their cocks into her front and her back at the same time. 
     She bucked and rammed her ass backward against Rudy. He paused for a moment,
straightening up further on his knee to look down at the firm joint of their bodies. The heavy
head of his prick had disappeared entirely, swallowed up between the honey-like globes of his
Mother's ass in a hole that he was sure must be stretched to the breaking point. 
     "Oh shit, it's good. It's so fucking good," she screamed, lifting her face from Gilbert's
throbbing meat. "It feels like your cocks are meeting right in the middle of my body. Are you
all the way inside my butt, Rudy? Is that all of it? Give it to me! Give me all your beautiful
cock in my asshole!" 
     As an answer Rudy rammed himself forward again, impaling her ass on the very root
of his huge hunk of youthful meat. She started to scream but Gilbert muffled it with a lunge of
his hips that again sent his prick far down her lusting, willing throat. 
     As Rudy increased his strokes, her ass began furiously meeting his hips, its muscles
tightening and loosening around his cock to give him complete satisfaction. 
     Faster and faster, the young boy probed her ass, his need and desire heightened by the
sight of her head bobbing wildly on his brother's rigid tool. 
     Her hair flew, bouncing around her shoulders and falling in soft waves over Gilbert's
stomach. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and curled onto her chin as she sucked. The snowy
globes of her tits were trembling and rippling, swinging to and fro as they slapped each other
with fleshy noises. 
     "Now," Annette shouted, throwing her head backward off her son's cock. "Scoot down
and stick it up my cunt. Fuck me, my sons. Fuck me in both of my fuckholes at the same time.
Fuck me . . . FUCK ME!" 
     She clawed at Gilbert's head and shoulders until he slid down on the bed. He flipped
his legs until he could wrap them around her hips and his brother's ass. Then he lifted his hips
and plunged upward with his cock. In one swift stroke it was buried balls-deep in his mother's
cunt and moving in time with his brother's cock in her asshole. 
     Her body froze in mid-motion as she felt herself being impaled in both her steaming
holes at the same time. Scream after scream of inflamed sexual lust erupted from her choked
throat. 
     With his own cock, Rudy could feel the surging power of Gilbert's through the thin
membrane between his mother's asshole and her cunt. He stroked even harder to bring her off,
as he and his brother were aiding in bringing each other off inside her writhing body. 
     In a matter of seconds, Annette's body started to come. Her skin seemed to roll in tiny
rippling waves as both her cunt and her asshole contracted in wild spasms of sexual relief. 
     "Yes . . . YESSSS," she screamed. "Hurt me that way! Ream my holes! Pound your
cocks into me! Split my whole fucking body apart with your hard, beautiful, young cocks!" 
     She was like a woman gone wild. Both the boys had seen it .all before, but it never
ceased to amaze them each time they saw it again. 
     Neither of the boys could contain themselves under the pressure of her massaging,
muscular spasms. They both hunched her high into the air as their cocks spurted stream after
stream of their life juice, their fiery liquid come into their mother's body. 
     Her cunt and ass filled quickly and cum oozed out of her twin slits to roll in rivulets
back down the stalks of her two sons' still straining, still pumping, still mother-fucking cocks. 
     Gilbert felt a gush of warm juices ooze down his Mother's thighs and onto his own and
he knew that she, too, had reached the end of the upward climb to relief from her sexual
torment. 
     Rudy felt her asshole contract and tighten even more the vise-like grip on his emptying
cock. Her holes worked wildly, milking their cocks of every last drop of semen as she rocked
through her orgasm. 
     Slowly they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing in satisfaction. For a
long time they lay quiet, touching and stroking her body with their arms, their hands, and their
flaccid cocks. 
     Then she took each of their pricks into her mouth and lovingly cleaned them of her
spend and theirs. Then she looked up into their eyes. 
     "Now," she said, with a sigh, "we can all three wait until tonight."


CHAPTER NINE


     That night, after dinner, Annette took the twins and her own two sons in tow and told
them that it was time for the entertainment. 
     The room they entered was different from any other in the house. It was very
masculine. Heavy oak panels supported bookcases and shelves containing a variety of books,
all erotic in nature. 
     A huge mural of a man and a woman in the act of fucking covered the ceiling above
their-heads. 
     The room was without furniture except for a huge, round mattress-type affair in the
center and low, pillowy cushions around it. The carpet itself was thick and fluffy, practically
like a bed. 
     "This," Annette said, draping her tall, graceful body across several of the cushions, "is
the playroom . . . we spend a lot of time here." The last was followed by a low, lewd chuckle. 
     She had barely finished speaking when the lights dimmed and music from several
hidden speakers filled the room. A door in the far end opened and Gorn Plato entered, leading
a young girl of twelve or thirteen. 
     "Ah yes," Annette hissed, expectation on her face and lust in her voice. "You girls are
lucky. Tonight will be a very special entertainment. Here comes our virgin." 
     "Virgin?" Candy asked. 
     "Shhhhh," said Gilbert from beside her. "Just watch . . . sit here by me so I can play
with your tits while we watch." 
     Both girls shrugged, inured by now to the family's oddities, and eased down onto the
cushions between the boys and their mother. 
     Gorn Plato led the young girl to the bed and gently set her on the edge of the low
cushion. Gently the giant peeled the thin robe from the girl's youthful body. She looked up at
him and smiled. 
     The girl was beautiful, in an innocent sort of way, with long, curling blonde hair and
regular, fine features. Her breasts were mere buds on her chest and little more than nipples.
The dark pinkness completely covered the ends of the just-starting-to-sprout globes. 
     Between her legs her pooching pussy mound was pink with the hard little lips still
curved inward toward her maidenhead. Her pubic fur had not yet expanded to the full width of
her pubis. It ran in nearly a straight blonde line up and down the curled pink furrow of her
virgin pussy. 
     "You're not going to hurt her, are you?" Cindy asked. 
     "Of course not, dear," Annette said, "Does it hurt you when you fuck?" 
     "Of course not," Candy giggled, feeling suddenly a little light-headed and putting it
down to the strange lighting and the dinner wine. "But then I'm not a virgin. Sometimes I
wonder if I ever was." 
     "Show her your cock, Gorn," Annette whispered, just loud enough for the giant to
hear. 
     He smiled and shrugged his robe from his massive shoulders. The big man's cock was
still limp between his legs but it was so thick and hung so low, even in its flaccid state, that it
made the girls gasp as they remembered what it had already been able to do to their pussies. 
     "Jeez," Candy said, almost to herself, "couldn't you find someone around here with just
a normal-sized cock for her first time? He'll tear her in half with that thing of his." 
     Annette chuckled. "No one in our family or our employ is normal in the sense of the
outside world. The little girl will love it. You'll see. Besides it won't be Gorn Plato who
penetrates her first." 
     "Who then?" Candy asked. 
     "Shhhhh," Rudy hissed. "You'll see." 
     The girl looked up with a start of pleasure as Gorn leaned close over her, his cock
dangling just in front of her face. Gently he moved her knees until they were far apart and the
tender lips of her young cunt spread accordingly. He ran one big hand up between her thighs
and traced the length of her hair-lined cuntal furrow up and down. 
     Annette sighed and the two boys ran the zippers on their flies down with a whoosh in
the otherwise silent room. 
     The girls just stared in mute anticipation. 
     On the bed, the young girl reached out and touched the giant's cock. "Cock." she said,
almost in a baby voice, and smiled wider. 
     Then she rolled her eyes about the room. They took in everyone with a smile as all the
faces stared back at her in turn. 
     She looked as though everything. was wonderful, as though she was in a dream. 
     And then the twins understood why; she had been drugged, doped somehow. 
     Then Gorn placed his hands on the young, naked girl's ripely. upthrust breasts,
pressing his thumbs and forefingers against the tiny little buds of her nipples, rolling them into
taut erection. His hands roamed down her lushly naked body, caressing the firm flesh of her
gently swelling belly, moving on to explore the sparse mass of golden, curling pubic fleece up
between her legs. 
     The girl, transfixed in her drugged haze, shivered as a rising tide of passion surged
through her from the delicious touch of Gorn's fingers. Tingling with excitement, she sat up,
mouth hanging open expectantly, and positioned herself on all fours at the edge of the bed. Her
nakedly gleaming asscheeks waved in invitation. 
     In an instant, Gorn Plato was on his knees behind her, stroking her firm-fleshed thighs
and running his hands down her buttocks and spreading them apart in a slow, methodical
movement. Finally his huge paws reached the inner juncture between her splayed thighs. 
     She whimpered in ecstasy, and then drew her legs higher beneath her. Gorn's hand
slipped closer to her pinkly glistening pussy, parting the sensitive fleece-lined cuntal lips while
she closed her eyes and gasped with pleasure. 
     It was all too clear that surging desire flowed through the youthful, childlike body. It
was also clear that it was converging directly in her down-covered cunt. It turned her narrow
cuntal passage into a hot seeping cavern of female moistness. 
     She groaned softly, lifted her feet up, and placed her heels far apart on the edge of the
bed to present the whole of her naked pussy to all their gaping eyes. 
     Gorn's finger wormed tenderly into the heated pink wetness, and her entire body shook.
He probed deeper, first fingering the fleshy lips, then withdrawing to find the hard, taut bud of
her little clitoris. He gently stroked that, too, until she responded with a sudden little spasm of
pure delight and a sensuous grinding of her buttocks that made all the onlookers, including the
twins, moan with their own desire. 
     The girl cried out with need and moved her hands over Gorn- Plato's body until they
reached his cock. 
     Clasping her fingers around the thick, blood- swollen, male meat, she massaged it
gently, moving the foreskin back and forth, back and forth, until his hardness grew stronger,
springing into a separate, living thing. She gazed at it, admiring its gigantic size and its now
rock-hard rigidity, staring unblinkingly at the small hole that was dripping sperm from the
huge head. 
     "Oh, cock . . . sweet, big cock," she moaned, falling back on the bed, her legs spread
wide, her heels splayed out over the sides of it. 
     He stood between her legs looking down at her naked, nubile young body. "Are you a
virgin?" he asked. 
     "I am a fresh girl ready for my father's cock," she replied. 
     "And what do you want?" 
     "I want him to fuck me," the girl said, all inhibitions wiped away by the exhilarating
effect of his cock lightly throbbing against her soft inner thighs. "I want him to fuck me." 
     "Say it louder so your father can hear you," Gorn demanded. 
     "Fuck me," she said in a low, passion-thickened voice. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . .
FUCK ME!" 
     Gorn Plato turned away from the girl and called to an unseen shadow that had
appeared by the door. "She is now ready," he said. 
     As the giant .moved away from the bed and settled himself into a cushion beside
Annette the shadow stepped forward into the light. 
     The girls gasped. 
     It was Zachery, their father, naked. His cock was even longer and fatter than Gorn
Plato's and also harder as it bobbed before his dark, hairy groin like a red-bulbed, angry sword. 
     Without a word he went directly to the young girl and knelt between her legs. "I'm
here, my child," he said, in a quiet and gentle voice. 
     "Take me, my father," she replied, reaching her arms up to him. 
     "What does she mean . . . ?" Candy whispered. 
     "Shhhhhh," Annette hissed at her and started slipping out of her dress as Gorn Plato
ran his rigid cock up and down her hair. 
     Zachery moved forward between the girl's spread thighs. He used the thick, bulbous
head of his prick to part the wetly glistening lips of her vagina. 
     With a groan she splayed her legs wider, leaving the excited little cuntal mouth
between her legs completely open to his prick. 
     Then the rigid tool slid up and down. the length of her virginal slit gathering the
moisture from her pussy on its head. A bit at a time the cockhead teasingly parted the softly
curling strands of her pubic hair and pushed between the sensitive lower lips. 
     A jolt of pain and pleasure shot through the girl's tense body. "Oh . . . cock, your cock .
. . my father . . . I want it but don't hurt my pussy!" 
     Zachery's hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, and his
fingers dug harshly into her soft flesh. "Put it in," he ordered 
     "I'm . . . I'm afraid. It's going to hurt," she groaned helplessly.
     "Put it in!" he said. 
     She groaned again as she writhed beneath his brutal fingers as they dug even deeper
into her sensitive flesh. 
     In desperation, she reached back between her legs and found his hotly throbbing
hardness. It was so massive that it seemed as though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers
around it. But with that first touch of her hands on his living, pulsating flesh, the excitement in
her face and body grew. It seemed that every pore opened with seeping perspiration as the lips
of her cunt now soaked his cockhead with love juice. 
     "I'll stop," he growled, "if you want." 
     "No . . . NO!" she shouted. "Just fuck me," She then tearfully pressed his gigantic
cockhead harder against the defenseless little opening of her vagina. 
     Zachery smiled over his shoulder at the  onlookers as her trembling hand placed his
cock at  her wetly puckered cuntal entrance. He began a  slow prodding against the elastic
opening, feeling  the softly yielding lips parting to accommodate  him. Then the huge head was
through the first  layer of warm, all-enveloping wet flesh and  attempting to force its way
inside the tight  restricting ring of cuntal muscle that jealously  guarded the entrance to the
depths of her vaginal  passage. 
     "Ohhhhh, pain . . . pain, agggghhhh," she groaned,  panting in pain. "You're hurting
me. Stop . . . stop for just a minute . . . please." 
     With the warmly clasping walls of her inner pussy around his meat, there was no way
he could stop, no way he could feel any tenderness for her. He needed to ram her, fuck her.
The heat of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a tighter hold on
her thighs and then lunged forward, while at the same time pulling her buttocks back toward
him. 
     She screamed, this time louder. It was a shrill scream of agony as his long cock
slammed through the hotly throbbing barriers of her cunt, ramming deeper, far deeper than she
had ever been penetrated by a finger. 
     Another scream gurgled from her throat as he lunged again and those who looked on
knew that she was a virgin no more. 
     The young girl struggled vainly as she dug her buttocks into the mattress and lunged
sideways in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The giant pulsating prick was like a
drill boring deep into her belly. Her stretched-to-capacity cuntal walls were seared with agony
from the invading shaft of flesh. 
     She attempted once more to struggle loose, but all her efforts were futile. 
     He had skewered her, impaled her on the end of his rock-hard cock like some helpless
butterfly being pinned to a mounting board. 
     Her wetly clinging pussy lips clutched and caressed the thickness of his cock, moving
like an expensive, suede glove around the full length of his hardened prick. 
     Her mind came back to her when she gradually became aware that he was beginning
to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her stretched vagina. The
pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more the buildup of pleasure. Her breath
became more shallow, and it rasped in her throat. 
     "Go on . . . go on. I love it . . . it does feel good," she groaned, and ground her ass
sensually back against him. 
     She was now responding to his hotly pulsating cock as he fucked in and out with long,
steady strokes that had all the accuracy of a torpedo speeding silently through the warm
vaginal wetness of her pussy. 
     Little explosive sounds of delight began coming from her lips with each inward thrust
of the shaft of hard cock-meat. Her sensually aroused body responded to him. All her muscles
and tendons worked in unison to bring him pleasure and her relief. She spread her thighs even
wider, her knees scraping against the satin sheet beneath her. 
     His pubic hair pressed tight against her thighs. Suddenly she dropped from her elbows
to one shoulder on the bed. She lifted her firmly rounded young asscheeks higher in the air as
an offering of lust to his cock. 
     And then, abruptly, Zachery pulled his swollen cock from her hungry cunt. 
     "Don't," she panted. "Don't do that! You can't do that to me . . . you promised. You
promised to break my cherry and make me come . . . make me come . . . 
     "You're no longer a little girl-child, now," he said. "You are now a woman. You can
fuck me . . . fuck me, my child, fuck me like a woman!" 
     He lay down beside her, juice and blood from her dripping vagina glistening on his
upthrust cock. 
     She smiled a dazed, drugged smile as her eyes feasted on the cock that had just ruined
her maidenhead. 
     She bent forward and kissed the rigidly heated length that had brought her so much
pain. She licked it from testicles to crown before straddling him. "What shall I do?" 
     "Sit .up on my prick! Put it between your legs and let it slip into that tight, juicy little
pussy. Then, slowly, sit down on it." 
     The drugged young girl did as she was instructed, and. placed the cockhead at her
quivering cuntal opening. She moaned and, obviously this time, there was no pain. There was
only delight as his meat slowly sank into her. She played with it, tightening her pussy lips
around it, making little movements of penetration. One inch went inside her, then two. Then
she lifted a little, and again wriggled until four inches were skewering her. 
     Her eyes widened once again in animal passion. And finally, no longer able to deny
herself the joy of full penetration, she lowered herself completely on the hotly throbbing rod.
When it was finally lodged all the way in her, she shook her head in unconcealed delight. Her
long, honey-blonde hair swung to and fro in abandon as she lifted and dropped, fucking
Zachery's big cock. 
     She began moving up and down on the thick, wetly glistening cock, making slow
movements at first. She experimented, then realized that she could bring her erectly tingling
clitoris into contact with the warm hard shaft. Unable to control herself, she greedily began
bouncing up and down on his lap, feeling the hardened male meat pounding deeper, ever
deeper into the cuntal cavity between her spread thighs. 
     Her naked young body began twitching and writhing in uncontrollable wanton bliss.
She groaned in complete abandonment as the punching rod sank to new, untapped depths in
her love hole. Her face reddened and little moans of ecstasy bubbled out of her throat. 
     "Oh . . . so beautiful, so wonderful . . . fuck up into me! Fuck me . . . fuck me!" 
     She bent forward impulsively and kissed him, digging her tongue into his warm wet
mouth, tongue-fucking him. Then she drew back, her eyes beginning to glaze again and her
breath coming faster. 
     With his two powerful hands he grabbed the warmly thrusting mounds of her
asscheeks to hold her tight against his stomach. 
     "What . . . what are you doing now?" she asked, still making little movements in spite
of his grip on her bouncing buttocks. 
     "I promised to make you come. And I will. But first . . . " Even as he was speaking, his
hand once again peeled apart the soft cheeks of her ass. "Gorn," he called. 
     The giant was on his feet and directly behind the girl in an instant. His long prick stood
out, the head seeping sperm on the girl's creamy buttocks. He stared hungrily down at the ripe
full moons of her quivering ass, at the exposed little shit hole, and then at Zachery for
direction. 
     The girl winced in surprised pain and then screamed aloud as Gorn took her by the
thighs and brutally forced her legs further apart. She screamed in fright, then gasped as he
placed his finger, momentarily teased, then wormed its length up her asshole. In and-out it
ground, in and out, and around. 
     The pain was intense but then it seemed to fade. The finger in her bung hole soon
brought a look of longing and joy to the little girl's innocent young face. 
     She groaned and wiggled her hips backward as Gorn's finger prodded and probed
inside her tightly clenched little backhole, widening it, expanding it, bringing a delightful throb
to it that made her gasp for breath. 
     Then a second finger joined the first, forced in with an urgency. He began to work the
two back and forth in the narrow passage, preparing it for the entrance of his lust-swollen
cock. 
     Gorn Plato cried out in lust as he placed the tip of his prick at her bung hole. Its
underside was directly against the underside of Zachery's cock, which continued to plunge in
and out of her cunt. 
     Fear crossed the girl's bewildered face, but her words were of desire. "Yes . . . both . . .
put your cocks in both my holes." 
     With a quick, brutal thrust that this time brought a scream of total pain from her, Gorn
popped the blood-filled head just up inside the small, puckered hole, then slowly pressed
forward and forced the elastically yielding walls further and further apart until he was sunk
deep up in the tightness of her quivering bowels. 
     As he began to ram it in and out, she gradually felt an oddly rising sexual stimulation.
She moved back against his pulsating cock, arching her body, thrusting her nakedly gleaming
buttocks up and outward, rotating them in tiny teasing circles as she met Gorn's thick hardness
reaming out her rectum. Then she would fall forward to impale herself on Zachery's massively
pistoning prick lodged so deeply in her wide-stretched cuntal hole. 
     Gorn's sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard against the kneeling girl's upper thighs
as his thickly burrowing cock sank deep up inside her tight little rectal passage, pushing
almost to her pelvis. 
     "You're coming . . . you're coming," Zachery cried, "I can feel it in your pussy  . . . I
can feel it on my cock." 
     "Yes . . . YES," the girl screamed. 
     "Work at it . . . hump my cock . . . force your clit against it!" Zachery urged, "Hump
your asshole and your cunt on our cocks . . . come . . . come!" 
     She moved frantically upward against Gorn's stroke, and then fell greedily forward to
sink Zachery's hotly pulsating cock to the hilt in her now-crazed cunt. 
     Then, as if by some secret signal, both massive shafts of lust-hardened flesh were
moving in unison, battering into her, buffeting her writhing body between them. She closed her
eyes ,in delirium as her come started. 
     Everyone who watched knew. They could see that the girl had completely surrendered
to the needs and the desires of her body. The twins both felt, just by watching, that they had
been short-changed in their own sex lives. They could never remember surrendering so
completely to sex even the first time, the time with their uncle. 
     "Yes . . . yes . . . YES!" the girl screamed, as she writhed her body to match the
twitching in her cunt. Her breathing had almost stopped; her eyes had grown wide in stunned
disbelief and fevered hope. 
     They could see, almost feel themselves, the exquisite velvet explosion beginning in her
young body. Her eyes jolted wide and Gorn Plato's cock erupted in her asshole. He was
spewing his cream up, into her belly from the rear. 
     It was the catalyst that set off her explosion. 
     She was there. 
     "Co . . . come . . . coming . . . oh, father, I'M COMING . . . COMING!" 
     The first convulsive wave of joy and ecstasy racked her body, and it was then, just
before her fluttering eyes closed, that she saw them watching her and smiled. 
     "I'm coming . . . I'm coming on a cock," she screamed at them. "COMING!" Her
nostrils dilated with joy. Her nakedly convulsing body moved in a whirl-wind of lust and
passion. 
     Her body continued to pound up and down on Zachery's hard-driving prick and then
he came. That ignited a new and even more powerful stage in her orgasm, and she was jetting
toward the greatest realm of sexual sensation. 
     She came . . . and came, her voice shrilly crying out in wonderment and exaltation
until finally, she fell forward, into a swoon of passion, on the chest of the man who had
brought this joyous moment to her-her father. 
     Then Zachery slithered from beneath her body and stood. He turned toward the
spectators and held out his hands. 
     No words were needed. 
     The twins knew. 
     As one they stood and approached him.


CHAPTER TEN


     Any fears the girls had about an incestual relationship with their father were thrown to
the winds and replaced with a driving lust and unbridled need for his hose-like cock. 
     They both fell to their knees in front of him at the same time. Their tongues darted out
and laved the hard staff of his cockpole clean, removing all the blood and juices left there by
the young virgin's pussy. 
     Behind him, on the bed, Klinda had appeared. Her head was between the young girl's
legs doing the same for her pussy. Beside them, the two boys had mounted their mother.
Gilbert had already stuffed his thick pole up her greedy pussy and Rudy was hunching down
over her face. Most of his cock was disappearing into her mouth with every lunge of his hips. 
     "Is she really your daughter?" Cindy said, pausing in her work and lifting her face
from his cock. 
     "Yes," Zachery said, smiling down at her. "I'm surprised you girls haven't figured it all
out yet. But then you haven't been down to the village, have you? Here in Zacheist we survive
because we are one. We are all one family. My sweet Annette will have another child soon.
The father will be Gilbert. And you, my two lovely daughters, will soon do the same. By this
time next year both of you will have a new brother and sister and a son and daughter at the
same time." 
     If his words meant anything to the twins, it didn't register on their faces at that precise
moment. His sex, at that moment, was all they were interested in. 
     Then, as if on some silent signal, Gorn Plato appeared before Candy and gently ran his
lathered cock into her ready face. 
     "Gorn will keep you at a peak, my darling," Zachery said to Candy, "while your
sister's cunt is attended to by my cock. Then it will be your turn." 
     He gathered Cindy in his arms and carried her to the bed. By this time the young girl
had revived. She had rolled to the floor and her head was between Klinda's mammoth thighs.
The woman and the child sucked and licked greedily on each other. 
     Cindy's mind was on one thing as Zachery laid her on the low bed and covered her
body with his own-his cock. It was the way she had felt about Rudy's cock earlier, only ten
times more so. 
     "Do you want me to fuck you?" Zachery said, looking down into her eyes. "Do you
want my cock and my juice in your belly?" 
     "Yes," she moaned, "oh God yes . . . put your prick in me . . . make a baby in my
belly!" 
     He smiled. "You are truly my daughter," he said: 
     With amazing agility he twisted around to give her easier access to him, at the same
time pulling her body into such a position that his fingers could caress her cunt, part the lips,
and massage the erect clitoris. 
     Their stimulation of each other was intense and silent for several minutes, for as their
hands, fingers, and mouths worked on each other's bodies they watched the fucking and
sucking in the rest of the room. 
     The boys had both their cocks in their mother's face. They were wildly humping her
head as she took as much of their cockflesh in her head as she could and sucked as if it were
the first and, perhaps, the last cock she would ever get. 
      Gorn Plato was now on the floor wound around Candy, so that he could suck her cunt
while she did the same for his cock. 
     The young blonde girl was upright, sitting on Klinda's face, practically choking the
older woman with her thighs and her pussy as she ground her bloody cunt down over the
sucking mouth and lips. 
     "Beautiful . . . absolutely beautiful," Zachery moaned, his fingers up his daughter
Cindy's sweet pussy. "Do you like the way we live?" 
     "Is there any other way?" Cindy said. "Fuck me now! Please put your cock inside me!" 
     Zachery fell between the girl's opened thighs. She grasped his cock and guided it,
without a word, into the dampness of her steaming cunt. 
     "It's in you," he groaned. 
     "I know . . . I know," she hissed. "It's beautiful . . . I love it . . . I love you, my
husband, my father, my lover . . . fuck me with it now!" 
     Zachery cupped her asscheeks and pulled her body tightly up to meet him, and then he
began a long, hard stroking with every fiber of his body, filling her cuntal cavity again and
again with his rampant hardness. 
     The rest of the people in the room then continued their own sex games but there was a
sudden hush that came over them when they all realized that Zachery had his cock in one of
the twins. They watched his cock burrowing its way up into her, then being withdrawn almost
to its tip, only to disappear again in the depths of her cunt. 
     Her cunt lips seemed to grip it in protest against the possibility of it being withdrawn
completely. The gasps of delight coming from her throat told them all how much pleasure she
was deriving from her father's hot meat in her soaking, sucking pussy. 
     Candy. her lips around Gorn Plato's big prick, was fascinated. She could think of but
one thing-how soon would it be her turn? 
     After several moments of hard fucking, Cindy locked her ankles behind Zachery's
back. She thrust her hips up high, and cried aloud as she threw her head from side to side in
the exquisite agony of her climax. 
     Never. never in her life could she remember coming so fast, and so completely with
just one cock in her. it was a strange feeling and one she didn't want to let go of until she had
attained several more climaxes. But it wasn't to be. 
     He had a reason to fuck now, to fuck her. 
     As she came, Zachery began the short, digging strokes that foretold his shooting his
thick, baby-making cream deep up into her belly. 
     Then, his voice grunting out his semen, he drove her ass far into the mattress. His
buttocks corded and convulsed as his balls emptied their hot load of come against her womb. 
     "It's done," he said, pulling his cock from her body and turning at once to the other
couple on the floor. He walked a few steps and tapped Gorn Plato on the shoulder. 
     The giant rose immediately and walked to Cindy. He picked her up in his arms and
carried her from the room. 
     Zachery fell to the floor and found his way between Candy's legs. Even though he had
just loosed a tremendous load of semen in Cindy's cunt, his cock had lost none of its rigidity. It
was as hard and as cunt-demanding as when he had first started to fuck the blonde virgin. 
     "Three babies I make tonight," he said, as he lay down and slid in behind Candy,
forming his body to hers until they were like two spoons stacked neatly in a drawer. 
     "Put my cock in your sweet pussy, my daughter," he said. 
     She lifted her leg and reached her hands between her quivering thighs. She found the
massive rod and pulled and tugged on it until she had the head pressing against her cuntal lips.
She lifted her leg a little higher, jammed backward, and felt the huge prick ease into her. She
kept pushing until she could feel his balls press the nub of her clitoris. Then she dropped her
leg and sighed. 
     "Now fuck me," she said. 
     Candy moved her hands back to press his balls against her clit to stimulate it as he
started a gentle fucking motion into her cunt from behind. 
     He cupped her breasts in his hands and began rolling the nipples between his fingers.
As he fucked he increased the tempo and the length of his strokes. Before she knew it, he had
shoved his cock far up her asshole during one of his strokes. He had done it so quickly and so
skillfully that, until it was far inside her, she hadn't realized that her ass had been impaled. 
     "I do this," he said, "to help you come. I want to make you very happy this first time.
Once you have come, I will put my cock in your pussy and plant the baby there." 
     Candy heard his words but she didn't understand them. She really didn't care about
them. All she really cared about was the wondrous feeling his stiff cock was causing in her
pussy. 
     Then he started alternating between her cunt and her asshole with each stroke. The
stimulation it gave her was almost frightening in its intensity. Her whole body was responding
to his cock. She thrust her asscheeks back against him sharply, while she rolled her clitoris
beneath his balls and thrust her nipples into his palms. 
     Then she went rigid, every muscle tense with the sexual excitement that filled her. He
pulled back from her ass and thrust forward into her cunt with all the strength he could
summon from the corded power in his muscles. He felt her body throb and throb with the
searing orgasms that ripped at the tender walls of her cunt. 
     "Oh God, oh God, SHIT . . . FATHER, SHIT," she screamed with the force of his
raging cock inside her. "I'm coming, I'm coming . . . put it in me hard . . . fuck it to me hard." 
     As if her body's weight were no more than a feather, he flipped her over until he was
atop her. Again he buried his cock to the hilt in her lush cunt, his balls knocking against her
buttocks as she humped and he pushed with all his might against her. 
     She hissed and growled under the unbridled assault from his dick. An exquisite
pleasure was building warmly in the quivering sheath of her vagina again as it slid smoothly
over his thrusting prick. The fleshy, slapping sound their bodies made each time he slammed
her down into the mattress echoed in the room. 
     They were both fucking the other wildly now, smacking belly to belly, pelvic bone to
pelvic bone. Her juices sprayed his grinding groin as he riveted her to the bed again and again
with each smashing thrust of his driving, rampaging cock. 
     "Yes, yes . . . fuck me like that . . . hurt me with your big fucking cock!" She was
shouting like a woman possessed, which indeed she was; she was a woman possessed of cock,
the wildest, most satisfying cock that she had ever experienced in the depths of her sex-hungry
body. 
     "Fuck me back harder," he gasped. "Fuck me with your ass and cunt so I can pour my
seed into your womb." 
     Pleasure seeped all through her raw nerve ends. It tippled crazily through her ass and
her, pussy. It heightened as it charged up from her fleece-lined vaginal lips and danced like fire
across her wildly trembling thighs and up the full length of her wide-splayed legs. 
     "Oh God, I love cock . . . I love your cock. Feed it to me faster . . . harder! FUCK
ME!" She spoke as if to herself, as if she were admitting something that she had known
secretly all her life, but only found out in reality at this very moment. 
     She moaned incoherently as he thrust into her cunt with all the strength in his hips and
thighs. She wrapped her legs up around his hips as she held him, making him thrust into her
harder. She eagerly pulled her legs lower and hooked her heels behind his knees and, with a
low animal groan, her arms flew around his neck and pulled his mouth tightly down to meet
hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth with soft, wanton sounds of desire.. 
     With each surge, the gigantic, blood-gorged head of his cock seemed to burrow deeper
into. her. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and she would be ripped
wonderfully in half by the cock in her belly. His wildly plunging length felt as though it would
come clear out of her throat should he be able, by some miracle, to stuff another inch inside
her. 
     "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as the muscles inside her cunt nibbled
hungrily at the head of their invader, only to let go and let the muscles of his cock have their
turn. 
     She strained her naked, perspiring body up against him, a half-crazed smile playing
across her lips. Her motions became faster as the tempo of his thrusts caused more urgency in
both their bodies. Through her passion, Candy tasted the saltiness of her own blood as she bit
down hard into her own lower lip. 
     She was straining to come and he knew it. He could feel the juices of her milking
channel walls begin to flow as she ground her heated cunt even harder against him. Wildly, she
arched her back far away from the rumpled bed, carrying his body into the air with the force of
her thrust. She didn't stop until she had lifted him high, and only her head and her toes
remained touching the satin of the sheets beneath her.
     "Oh shit, cunt, fuck, I'm coming again  . . . I'm coming like all is busting loose inside
my belly, my pussy, my brain . . . don't stop . . . come with me!" 
     She was a wild woman. She screamed. She tore at his flesh with her nails. Her head
flailed from side to side. Her mouth hung open and saliva dribbled from its comers. 
     Once more, she swung her thighs up, even higher, and clasped his hips with the back of
her calves. She wound her legs all the way up and around his hard-driving body. 
     "Harder . . . fuck me harder . . . GOD DAMMIT HARDER!" she cried, as she
wrapped every fold of her driving cunt around his cock, not letting him pull it out again even
an inch. 
     His mouth clamped tightly down on hers in a whining shout as his cock spewed hot
cum deep up into her belly. 
     Then she fell back to the surface of the bed. He forced her rigid body down into the
mattress as his juices poured into her in palpitating bursts, jetting against the far reaches of her
cunt with powerful force-baby-making force. 
     The heat of his juice mixed with her own to add to the joy of her climax. She could feel
the hot, creamy liquid flood her vitals as her own orgasm wracked her body. Candy pounded
her heels against his buttocks as the spasms of her come flowed through her nerve-ends like
hot lava. 
     Slowly their hungrily trembling thighs relaxed and he rolled from her wet body,
contented sighs escaping both of their lips. 
     "You do love the cock and the fucking, don't you?" he smiled down at her, still
rubbing his rubbery, wet cockhead against her thigh. 
     "Yes," she said, "I love it more than ever now." 
     From somewhere in the darkness Gorn Plato appeared and, like her sister before her,
gathered her into his arms. She felt like she was floating or dreaming as he carried her toward
the stairs and her room. 
     There was a heat, a boiling warmth in her belly and in her pussy that she had never felt
before after fucking,, She thought she could also feel a swelling-almost like something was
inside her ready to burst out.


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