The Bradford Family Saga Part 10

"I'm in ass-fucker's heaven!" John roared. His trembling hands gripped Marsha's

asscheeks and his hips swung back and forth, driving his fat, rigid cock up her

asshole again and again.

"I swear," he huffed, "fucking your ass, girl, is almost as good as screwing any

other woman's pussy. Hot damn, you've got a tight one!"

"Fuck my pussy, Uncle John!" Marsha ordered. Her body bordering on violent

eruption craved a hard cock in her cunt.

"Fuck it good!" she demanded.

As John pulled his cock from Marsha's ass, Mike grabbed his shoulder and pushed

him away. "My turn!" he snapped.

Marsha thrust her ass higher exposing her glistening blonde cunt. With a groan,

her father pushed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussylips, and with

an easy stab, buried his entire cock in his daughter pulsating cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" he moaned in satisfaction. "Hot, tight pussy!" He fucked rapidly,

grunting with each plunge of his long cock, his belly smacking up against

Marsha's ass.

Marsha squealed, driving her tongue deeper into her mother's creamy cunt,

wiggling her ass lewdly as her father screwed her pussy.

His body shaking with lust, and frustration, John squeezed his cock, hard,

working the skin back and forth. It throbbed painfully. Frantically, he looked

around and spied his sister's, dreamy-eyed face. Her mouth was open and she was

breathing rapidly. Lunging forward, he grabbed her head and speared his thick

prick into her gaping mouth, forcing her lips wide, driving his ass-flavored

cock to the very edge of her throat. Carol gagged and wrinkled her nose at the

noxious odor. She tried to pull back, but John had her head pinned and was

pumping his prick lustily into her mouth. Catching her breath, she ran her

tongue around the meaty shaft, savoring its different taste, the aroma no longer

as bad. My cunt, she thought. Marsha's ass! Mike's cock in her cunt! John's

prick in her cunt! She could see them joined together; attached by their

smoldering loins; mouth and cock, pussy and prick, mouth and cunt; almost the

entire family! All that was missing was Peter's cock up her ass!

The sudden erotic flash send a stream of hot pussycream to her cunt, that rolled

over Marsha's lapping tongue and down her waiting throat. Carol caressed her

brother's ponderous balls, rolling them in their sac; then, her cravings

aroused, she began to suck his thick cock in deep earnest.

"I guess that leaves only us, lover," Mary said. She stood in front of Peter,

legs wide and hands on hips; the black splash of cunt-hair spread out in a thick

triangle between her legs, directly in front of his eyes. Peter gazed at her

voluptuous body; the high jutting tits and smooth, rounded thighs. His

semi-erect cock twitched as it remembered the hot passion of her tight pussy.

Hungrily, he licked his dry lips and put the video camera down.

Her lips were warm and her mouth tasted surprisingly salty. His hands enclosed

her tits and the nipples hardened as the heat of his palms warmed her sensitive

skin. Mary held his shoulders and straddled him; one leg on the floor, the

other, high up, on the bolster of the sofa. His now rock hard cock stood poised

directly beneath her gaping hole. He could see the fat, puffy lips peeking

deliciously through the jungle of cunt-hair. Slowly, she lowered her body onto

his twitching prong, shifting her hips as she slid down the hot length of his

meaty shaft, seating his cock firmly in her cunt.

"Oooooooo," she mewed seductively. "Eight inches of beautiful cock! Oh, how I

love it!"

"Nine inches!" he said wickedly. "And it's all for you sweet Aunt of mine. All

for you!"

"Oh, yes, Peter! Yes! Give it all to me! I want it! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!"

She hissed at him, as her knees flexed and her stuffed cunt traveled the entire

length of his rampant cock. She threw her head back and, rapidly, began to

piston her hips up and down, plunging his throbbing prick into her incredibly

wet, lusting pussy; her body suddenly shimmying, as sharp jolts of electricity

pulsed through her.

Mary squirmed as the blinding surge of pleasure washed over her enflamed body,

stoking the hot fires of her loins again. Pussyjuice gushed out of her, running

like hot sap down her thighs. Peter's hard cock was thrilling her, driving her

demanding body to greater and greater exertion. She felt the tightness in her

thighs, the beginning of leg cramps, but she ignored it and with machine-like

precision, forced them to drive her wanton hips up and down his massive fucking

tool.

Carol was on the verge of losing control. She felt an icy tingle on her hot skin

and the start of a shivering spasm, the forewarning of a violent orgasm. John's

cock stuffed her mouth and stretched her lips wide. She could feel the pain all

the way up her jaw line. Marsha's tongue and corkscrewing fingers refused to

give her a respite. Relentless, and without mercy, they drove her body to the

very edge of an uncharted, bottomless abyss. Dimly, through barely focused eyes,

she was aware of Mary's naked ass straddling her son, her hips pounding on

Peter's huge cock, but she wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. But she could

feel Marsha's face mash against her cunt as Mike drove his cock in and out of

the squirming hole. They were going to cum! All of them!

Marsha's free hand dug into the soft flesh of her tender thighs; Carol opened

her mouth to scream and a tidal wave of cum flooded her throat.

"Awwwww, yeahhhh!" John bellowed. "Suck! Suck my cock!"

"Cummmmmmm' ... " Marsha wailed.

Carol closed her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of frothy cum, and exploded between

her legs as Marsha's tongue and thrusting fingers broke the dam. Like as vise,

her legs clamped shut, imprisoning Marsha's wiggling face; the tremors of her

daughter's erupting body surging through her legs, to her own squirming, gushing

cunt.

"I'm cumming!" Mike grunted. "Jesus Christ! Ahhhhh!"

Shaking out of control, his body riding Marsha's trembling form, Mike grabbed

her magnificent tits and used them, brutally, to lunge his hosing cock deeper

into his daughter's bursting cunt.

Carol was delirious. The potent aroma of hot cum filled her senses. She choked

as the cum flooded her throat and overflowed her mouth. She gulped as best she

could, but cum escaped her mouth, ran down her chin and dripped on her heaving

tits. Like a vacuum cleaner, she sucked and licked and swallowed; all the time

smashing her shaking hips against Marsha's twisting face.

Breaking free, Marsha screamed her lust and passion as her head turned,

frantically, from side to side. Severe tremors rocked her body as her father's

cock pulsed madly in her battered and juicy cunt. She could feel the overflowing

cum leak out of her pussy and ooze down her trembling inner legs. Like runners,

at the end of a marathon, they each sagged down to the floor and collapsed,

totally exhausted. Only Carol still had the strength to pick her head up when

she heard Mary scream.

"Aggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!"

Mary was gagging; mouth agape, and her head lolled like a cork in water. She

looked like she was either in great pain or great pleasure. Peter had flipped

his Aunt to the floor, rolled her over onto all fours, and stabbed his big tool

all the way up her exposed asshole. The pleasure-pain had almost make her faint.

"Oooooooo, yesssss!" she purred, shaking with excitement as Peter's cock started

to stroke up her hot rear hole.

"Hell, what's happening?" John asked to no one in particular, his head back and

his eyes still closed.

Marsha giggled. "Peter's just repaying the compliment you gave my ass before,

uncle John," she said. "And lucky Aunt Mary is enjoying the hell out of it."

Even tired, her voice had a tinge of envy to it.

Mary squirmed and her eyes glazed with pleasure as her sweaty nephew humped her

tight butt-hole; each powerful lunge sending scorching sensations rippling

through her body, down to her dripping cunt. Pussyjuice bubbled from her cunt

smearing Peter's swinging balls as they banged against her throbbing pussy. She

dug her nails into the carpet pile and humped back at him, her ass mashing

against his crotch in a hot push, pull; her body demanding release.

"Fuck me!" she squealed. "Ooooh, fuck my ass, Peter!!"

"I'm gonna cum!" Peter panted. "Fuck my cock! FUCK!"

They screamed in unison as their climaxes exploded in their sweaty, lust-filled

bodies.

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Carol wasn't sure how long she had slept, but she knew she had dozed off. They

all had; each entwined with another, until everyone provided a head rest or a

soft shoulder. Now awake, she felt slightly cramped and sore. But it was a good

sore; a warm, languid feeling - something to be enjoyed while it lasted. She

turned her head slowly. Marsha's head was resting on her shoulder, her body

protectively covered by Peter's. Mike lay next to her, his shoulder touching

hers; Mary's head in his lap. John's limp body partially covered Mary's sleeping

form, his hand draped, casually, over her recently ravished ass.

Carol took a deep breath. The pungent smell of sex was all around her, like a

heady perfume. She longed to stretch, but that was impossible. She would have

woken everyone up, and as much as she loved these wonderful people, she

treasured this solitary moment. Resting her head against the wall, she let her

mind drift backwards, remembering the last few hours, beginning with Mary's

violent ass-fucking orgasm; how she bucked wildly against Peter's pounding cock,

how he dug his fingers into her tender ass-flesh, holding her steady so he could

ram his prick in, all the way to the base. Mary had screamed, pounded the floor

with her fists, tore at the carpet, then she arched up, her perky ass impaled on

Peter's massive spike, shuddered and collapsed in a heap, like a rag doll. Carol

was sure it had been the most intense cum Mary had ever had from a butt-fuck.

The glint of leaking pussyjuice could be seen flowing freely from her bubbling

cunt, down her shaking thigh and into the crevice of her ass.

Carol remembered her own reaction: tight chest, heavy breathing, hot-cold

sensations, and a new gush of cunt lube filling her pussy. Her asshole had

twitched involuntarily, as she remembered Peter's beautiful cock stretching her

own back hole wide, forcing its way past the protective outer ring, and filling

her body with wild surges of perverted excitement. Trembling, she had crawled

over to Mary's supine body, somehow hoping to share the magic she knew her

sister- in-law was feeling. Tenderly, she kissed Mary's lips; the taste of

John's cum still in her mouth. Slowly, she felt the spark of response, the

slight jerk of Mary's tongue sliding into her moist warmth and the gentle,

feminine fingers on her sensitive tits. She had moaned, softly, as the heat of

their bodies mingled, like a gentle mating of sand and sea. Warm pussycream had

leaked from her cunt and was slowly trailing down her leg.

The gentle hands were suddenly replaced by stronger, rougher, more demanding

ones; squeezing, kneading, roughly playing with her tit-flesh. The hot flash of

searing heat in her cunt was almost immediate. She had opened her mouth to gasp,

only to have it filled with hard, hot cock. Blinking her eyes, she recognized

her husband's long, lovely cock and the tang of Marsha's cuntjuices still

clinging to warm flesh. Her tongue started to wash the heavy knob and she had

savored the man/woman taste as her saliva trickled back down her throat.

Glancing backwards, she saw her brother's excited face. His cock was hard, too,

and pushing upright against the crack of her ass; his hands squeezing and

pulling on her hot tits. She remembered how the warm glow of rising heat

enfolded her body, how her eyes misted and closed in wonder as the sensations -

the wonderful, exciting, totally taboo sensations - flowed outward from her cunt

to all parts of her body and the sudden jab of hard cockmeat filling her wet,

tender pussy bringing her out of the dreamlike stupor, back to the sharp reality

of a hot, driving prick.

Her eyes had moved around, clearing; taking in the scene. She was sucking

Peter's semi-erect prick! And she was straddling Mike's thrusting hips! It was

his wonderful cock in her pussy. Where was Mary? And when did this all happen?

she wondered, idly, as her tongue and saliva worked around her son's prick. The

taste of Mary's cunt and ass were still on it, and the vicarious thrill of their

hot fuck session filled her mind blocking out the idle question. It was like

tongue-fucking Mary's puckered hole! Now she had tasted both of them! Marsha and

Mary. Her body fired at the erotic thrill of it, adding to the fuck sensations

generated by Mike and Peter's steely cocks, and John's roaming hands.

"Shit!" Peter groaned. "What a mouth! I'm fucking hard again! Momma, you can

raise the dead!"

She had tried to smile at the compliment, but Peter's hands held her head tight

against the base of his crotch; the full length of his huge cock deep in her

mouth. Soon, the tingling in her cunt was driving her mad. She raised her hips

up and leaned forward, giving Mike more room to hump into her volcano-like

pussy, and Peter, better access to her demanding mouth.

John spread her asscheeks wide, exposing her pink asshole, and blonde covered

pussy stuffed with cock.

"Christ, that's a hellava sight! I should get the camera and put this on film."

"No," Marsha said, kneeling down beside him. Her face was flushed with a new

rise of excitement. "Put your cock in her ass, uncle John. Give her a three-way!

She deserves it."

Carol remembered feeling a hot rush of pleasure when she heard her daughter's

words. She had wiggled her pretty ass, obscenely, in consent. Pulling Peter's

cock from her mouth, she hissed, "Oh, yes, Johnny, fuck my ass! Hard! Fill me up

with cocks; all of you. I need it so bad."

"Yeah," Mike chorused, in agreement, "screw her ass good, Johnny. We'll give her

a ride she'll never forget."

His voice had been raspy, almost a choke. Playing with her hard nipples, and

watching her mouth slide, relentlessly, back and forth over Peter's thick shaft

had enflamed his mind and stiffened his cock to an iron hardness that was almost

painful. He had reached up and pulled her rear cheeks even further apart,

stretching them to the very limits, giving John the ultimate target. Carol

remembered holding on to Peter's cock, steadying herself in preparation for

John's first ass-fuck lunge; the muscles of her butt contracting automatically

in hot anticipation. She had felt like she was drowning in a sea of erotic

pleasure.

"I'm going to put his cock in your ass, Mom," Marsha had said, her voice tight

with excitement, "just the way Aunt Mary did that beautiful dildo. I'm going to

push it in all the way."

Shaking with electric sensations, Carol had sensed, rather than seen, Marsha

take hold of her uncle's thick cock; lovingly run her mouth and tongue over the

meaty shaft, lubricating it with her thick saliva, and placing the bulbous head

at the entryway of her tight rear end. She had gasped and her body stiffened as

the huge cockhead pressed against the neuter ring of her asshole.

She remembered screaming into Peter's crotch as John's cock forced its way up

her almost dry back-hole. She remembered the flashing lights before her eyes,

the wild, contorted movements of her impaled body; flinging her head from side

to side, her powerful jaws almost clamping down on Peter's precious cock.

"Com'on, baby sister," John wailed, "Com'on, you can do it! Suck that cock up

your ass! You know you love it!"

She remembered Marsha's face close to hers, her hands roaming over her body, her

voice hoarse with excitement.

"He's all the way up your ass, Mom! Can you feel him? Can you? ... You have

three great cocks in you! God, you look wonderful!" she had hissed.

She had finally nodded, after gaining small control of her heaving chest. Her

eyes had remained closed, unfocused; clouded by a hot mist, filled with vibrant

colors of blinding passion. Her cunt was secreting bubbling pussycream like an

open water tap, and each thrust of the two rampart cocks, rubbing up against

each other, through the thin, separating, wall, sent another steamy stream

cascading down her fiery love tunnel. Carol could not remember ever feeling so

full, so excited, so high! Never had three cocks given her so much pleasure.

Every pore of her body was vibrantly alive; throbbing with anticipated wonder

and delight. She thrilled as her brother's balls banged against her husband's

up- thrusting cock, and she gagged delightedly as Peter's cockhead bounced off

her tonsils, at the very entrance to her throat!

Now, she remembered Peter adjusting his fuck stoke into her unmoving mouth;

Marsha licking the slimy shaft as it slid by; his loud demands. She remembered

how they began to fuck her in unison, each one timing their stroke to meet the

frantic movements of her hips and face.

"Cum all over her!" she heard Marsha say, "Wash her body in cum!"

The words were like spurs to a race horse. She had heard the hard, loud

grunting, felt the quickening of their movements; the sudden, violent,

acceleration as they shoved their hard cocks into every fuck opening of her

screaming body. She was on the verge of a blissful death; her cunt ready to

explode in a violent tidal wave of hot, blinding pleasure.

"Cum! Cum all over me!" she had cried, grabbing Peter's ready prick and harshly

fisting the steely fuckmeat. Her tongue flicked, wetly, at the angry purple head

and her hand flashed up and down the hot shaft.

Lovingly, she looked up at Peter's contorted face; he was going to cum!

"Yes, baby, yes! Give me your cum!" Her voice had been a wail of anguish, then

her flaming body erupted.

Carol was jolted from her reverie when Marsha stirred, restlessly, against her

shoulder. She had been panting loudly, and almost woke her daughter up. She bit

her lip. The pain helped to control her rapid breathing and heaving chest. She

tried to recapture the memory of that impossible climax, but the first few

moments escaped her. Her cum had been so incredibly intense, so violent, she had

blanked out. She did remember their hot cum splashing against her face, her

stomach, her ass and back. She remembered her trembling body and shaking arms as

she rubbed Peter's spurting cockhead all over her face. The wild, spraying, cum

juice shot into her hair and dribbling down her scalp, mixing with the other hot

streams sliding down her nose and cheeks.

Mike had pulled his throbbing cock out at the very last minute. His jism had

erupted like a searing volcano, each explosion smacking her stomach and tits

like little hammers, washing her body with love, then sliding down her belly and

straining legs. Lots of his love juice puddled around their mingled loin hairs.

She remembered, in wonderment, how his cock had slapped against her stomach,

twitching maddeningly, as his juice poured out.

Her brother had waited one second too long. Wailing, loudly, his first

shuddering explosion had flooded her asshole with a huge, hot, wave of erupting

passion. It crashed against the tender inner walls and receded with a rush,

flowing unchecked out of her asshole as it following John's escaping cock. His

cock had shot huge spurts of cum all over until Marsha grabbed it and directed

the pulsating prick downward. Cum juice splashed in her hair, on her back and

ass, and ran down her body in what seem like a million tiny streams of released

passion. The images were vague and surreal, but the sensations were real and

vivid, and sprang to life immediately.

Another piece was missing, because the next thing she remembered was Marsha and

Mary licking her body with eager tongues, rubbing the silky wads of love juice

into her skin; sticking their tongues into the secrets of her ass and her cunt

and her mouth, extracting the musky taste of prick from each opening, searching

for any tiny stray droplet of sweet cum.

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