The Wilson Family Saga (Part 1)

WILSON FAMILY SAGA

BY

JGEPOWERS

"See, I told you we could do it. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Oh, I just love sales - almost as much as sex," Marlene Sanford gushed

with youthful enthusiasm. Marlene always gushed.

Carol Wilson and her girlfriend had camped out for an hour waiting

for Bonwit's to open, and true to her prediction, they had been the first

ones in the store, the first in the swimsuit section, the first in the

changing room, and the first out the door. Now, in Carol's bedroom, they

hastily began to strip off their clothes.

As usual,Marlene led the way. She shrugged out of her blouse; she

wore no bra and her full, youthful tits were hard-tipped from the cool air.

Carol glanced at her girfriend with envy. She wasn't exactly a stick, in

fact, she had a good firm body, but Marlene, as the boys would say, was

stacked. And she was a real blonde.

"Ow, that smarts," Marlene said, as she wiggled her pert ass into

the bikini bottom and pulled it snug against her mound.

"What's the matter?"

"My pussy's still sore from last night. That good ol'boy had a big one!"

"Mar, you're horrible," Carol said, laughing.

"Horrible and horny. That's me. Love those big ones," she said with

a smile. "Which brings us to you, dear girl. When are you going to loosen

up and have some fun? That one big time of yours doesn't make you Marilyn

Chambers, you know."

Carol Wilson just shrugged. She was well aware of Marlene's sexual

appetite, and her own limited experience. The truth was: she was afraid.

Fucking had triggered all her erotic fantasies and her response had been

instant, immediate, and completely wild, filling her with strange and

wonderful sensations. But losing almost total control had frightened her

beyond belief. Yet, she remembered the feelings - all of them - vividly!

Carol shrugged again, and tried to change the subject.

"Talking about big ones, what would you say if I told you that I know

someone whose ... prick is bigger than any guy you've been with?"

"That's alot of territory, girl," Marlene said, turning away from her

original question, "Don't shit me, Carol. I take my dicks seriously.

Is this a real person, or just a figment of your overactive imagination?

Talk, child."

"Would you believe my kid brother, Gordy?"

"Oh, bullshit! Boy Brain? Com'on, Gordy's just a fourteen year old kid.

Good-looking, true. My kid sister will probably jump his bones someday, but

we're still talking about a K-I-D. And besides, how do you know what size

dick he has? Do I detect a deep dark secret?"

Carol was squeezing into her bikini bottom. "You have a sick mind, Mar.

Gordy and I share the same bathroom," she said, pointing at a closed door.

"Last week I walked in and guess what? Voila!"

"Voila, my ass. What happened?"

"Well," Carol said, warming up to the story, "he must have been playing

with himself, 'cause he stood straight out, like a flag pole. He was so

embarrassed!" she said, smiling at the memory. She didn't mention how

flustered she had become or the strange feelings that started in the pit

of her stomach, or how she had actually become wet - down there. And she

didn't mention the dreams she had had about Gordy's dick ever since. Hell,

he was her baby brother!

Marlene looked out the window into the backyard, Gordy, was there lifting

heavy hand weights. "Do I have to pry it out of you? How big is it?"

Carol put her hand about ten inches apart. "'Bout this big."

"Oh, be still my foolish heart. Are you shittin' me?"

"Honest to God, Mar.'

"This I have to see," she said, turning to the open window. "Hey, Gordy,

come on up here. We need you."

"Mar, what the hell are you doing?"

"Finding out if you're bullshitting me, girl. If this's for real I'll

stop calling him Boy Brain and start calling him Boy Wonder."

"You're crazy. Nuts. What're you going to say, 'Hey, Gordy, show me

your pecker'?"

Marlene smiled. "Yeah," she said.

Carol threw up her hands in exasperation. "You're crazy," she repeated,

now sorry she had started this conversation.

"Relax, Carol, this's a goof. Gordy's a pledge at Alpha Beta, right?

Well, we're Alpha's sister Sorority, right? And a pledge is supposed to obey

all orders from his Brothers and Sisters, right? Com'on, let have some fun."

Before she could respond, Marlene was at the window again. "Where the hell

is that kid? Hey, Gordy," she yelled, "come on up, willya. We haven't got

all day."

CHAPTER TWO

Gordy Wilson heard Marlene call his name, but made no move to respond.

Instead, he concentrated on lifting the heavy hand weights. The constant

repetitions were a balm. He needed private time, not Marlene Sanford fucking up his

head. Marlene: California blonde, tall, big jugs, and a real cute ass. Girls

like Marlene were part of Gordy's problem. He was afflicted by a malady peculiar

to teenage boys: perpetual horniness. And his horniness was the root of a very

bad two week period. Twice he had almost been caught whacking off. Once by his

stepmother, Joanna, and the other by his sister, Carol.

Damn broken, fucking bathroom lock!

Maybe, he thought, just maybe, his stepmother hadn't

caught on, but he remembered the strange look on her face,

the way she had grabbed her chest and sucked in her breath

when she saw him step from the shower, his rod half stiff.

Both of them turned beet red and his dick had fallen like a

rock. He didn't even have the presence of mind to grab a

towel. Stupid geek, he thought.

Carol was another story. She had barged in, without

knocking, just after he had cum, and he still had his

rockhard cock in his fist! Shit! He didn't know who was

more flustered. But she knew! He could still hear her

giggling after she slammed the door. Shit!

For Gordy, these were the latest incidents in an

incredibly bad year. First, they discovered his IQ - 152 -

something he had tried very hard to hide. He saw how

eggheads were treated and he didn't want to be different.

They told his father that he needed a special school, one

that could challenge him. That's how he found himself at St.

Charles Academy, a prestigious prep school with ties to the

State University, where Carol was enrolled.

That was a year ago. Then his father died of a heart

attack, but Joanna, his stepmother, had kept him enrolled.

"Your father would have wanted it", she had said.

Actually, school was okay. Scholastically, he could

hold his own with any of his classmates, but at fourteen, he

was, socially, light years behind. That's why he was working

out. He was trying out for the wrestling team. He'd even

pledged Alpha Beta Phi. They were assholes, but acceptance

was his goal. He heard Marlene call him again. Shit, he

thought, there was no way to get away from her.

CHAPTER THREE

The door to his sister's room was closed. He opened it

without knocking. Piss on them! he thought. Carol and

Marlene were in bikini's; high cut French jobs that left

little to his imagination. Aw shit! He felt his cock

stirring. Down, you sonofabitch, he commanded.

"Well, what do you want that's so important?" he asked

sharply, trying to sound more annoyed than he really was.

Hell, Marlene's tits were almost overflowing her bra, and

Carol's weren't all that far behind. How annoyed could he

be?

"You know, we're Sisters' to your Frat, and a Pledge is

suppose to jump when he's called."

"Get real, Marlene. What do you guys really want?"

The whole idea struck Carol as ludicrous. She started

to giggle. "Marlene has something to ask you," she said,

still giggling. It sounded just as it had when he heard it

outside the bathroom door, and it grated.

"Yeah, your sister told me you have one big cock, and I

want to see it for myself."

"Aw, shit," Gordy snapped. Carol had opened her mouth

to Marlene, of all people. "You're a real bitch, Carol," he

yelled, "a real, fucking bitch!"

"Don't get on your sister's case. As a possible

national treasure it's your duty to share your good fortune

with us."

"This is a joke, right? When do the guys jump out of

the closet?" He jerked the closet door open. Empty. Then

the bathroom. Also empty. "Okay, where are they?" he said,

breathing hard and flushed with anger. This was the last

straw!

Marlene came up close. Without success, he tried to

keep his eyes off of her great tits; the nipples could be

clearly seen through the light material. "No joke, Boy

Brain."

"Bullshit!"

Reaching behind, Marlene unhooked her bra. Her full

breasts leaped free, and Gordy caught his breath. "Does this

look like a joke? ... Take off your bra, Carol." It was an

order.

Carol gaped in stunned surprise. A joke was one thing,

this was another.

"Do it, Carol!" Marlene commanded and without really

being aware of it, Carol unclasped her bra. When it fell to

the floor, she couldn't believe she'd actually done it.

Gordy could feel the pressure in his groin. Marlene

pushed her boobs up towards his face. The nipples were

large and hard. "We've showed you ours, now you show us

yours," Marlene said softly.

"Aaaaah, shit," Gordy moaned. Faced with two sets of

beautiful, young, naked tits, he got an immediate, rip-

roaring hard-on. The tip of his cock was actually sticking

out of his shorts. Marlene looked down.

"Well, what do we have here?" she gushed. Kneeling in

front of him she ran her hand over his rigid cock, her eyes

wide in wonderment.

Swiftly she pulled his shorts down springing his cock loose.

She still couldn't believe her eyes when both hands gently

encased it; one on top of the other, and still his purple

cockhead showed. "Holy shit, you were right, Carol. This is

a monster!"

Gordy was powerless to stop her, not that he wanted to.

Her touch was like fire, but it was also the greatest feeling

in the world.

Carol hadn't moved. She stared at Marlene and her

brother's enormous erection. It had to be nine or ten inches

long, and seemed even bigger than she remembered. The few -

very few - cocks she had seen could not compare to this

magnificent instrument: long, hard, slightly curved, and

heavily ridged. It pulsed with a life of its own. She felt

a warm glow spread through her loins. Instantly, her pussy

was hot and wet.

Marlene was gently stroking his prick and rubbing his

balls. Gordy felt like he'd shoot his load any second, then

a warm, moist feeling surrounded his crown. He opened his

eyes in surprise. Marlene was sucking his cock! He threw

his head back and sighed. Now this was the greatest feeling

in the world!

Cock-happy Marlene couldn't believe her luck. This

kid's dong was the best tasting prick she ever had. She

didn't even care that her girlfriend; his sister, was

watching; in fact, it added spice to the scene. Her tongue

flicked over the purple cockhead. It tasted musky.

Delicious. With a deep breath she opened her mouth and

surrounded the fat head. Relaxing her throat muscles, she

slid the whole shaft in as far as it would go, then,

automatically, she began to suck.

Agape, Carol stared in wonder as Marlene's red lips slid

up and down her brother's stiff prick. Her knees shook and

her chest heaved; hot juice filled her pussy and she covered

her mound with her hand to keep her insides from flowing out.

The pressure of her trembling fingers sent chills up and down

her body. She hardly realized where she was.

"Yeah, oh, yeah ... suck it, Mar. Oh, Christ, that

feels good," Gordy choked, oblivious to everything except

this great sensation. Unbelievable, he thought. Nothing

could top this. His swollen cock glistened with Marlene's

saliva.

Quickly, Marlene stood up and stripped off her bathing

suit. Naked, she pulled Gordy by his cock to the bed and

fell backwards. Gordy move clumsily, but with a swift, sure

adjustment of her hips, his young fuckpole penetrated her

dripping cunt. "Awwwwwwwww," she moaned as his prick spread

the walls of her juicy box, sliding deep. Her cunt was on

fire; a furnace; a lava bed, and the strong pussy muscles

squeezed him tightly.

"Ugh ... aaaaah ... ooooh ... oh, God, that's so, soooo

good," she cooed. "Ram it in, Boy Wonder!"

"Shit, I'm cummin'. I'm cummin'!" he yelled.

"No!" she screamed, "No, not yet. Don't!"

In a few, quick, overheated strokes he flooded her, his

hot spunk splashing deep inside her cunt. She flushed in

anger, but to her surprise he stayed hard, and kept stroking;

slowly at first, then faster and faster. She marveled at his

staying power; smiled and began to guide his hips. Long,

smooth strokes. Short, quick ones. He was a fast learner,

and her horny body responded, hungrily.

"Oh, Gordy. Yes, yes. That's it. Fuck me hard. Now

I'm going to cum ... oh, shit, I'm cummin'. Oh, God, oh,

God. I'm dying! OOOOOOOOOOO!"

Churning lewdly, her body convulsed and twitched, as

deep multiple orgasms ripped through her brain. Her cum-

juice mingled with his, seeped out and down her asscrack.

She couldn't remember ever cumming so much. And he was still

hard!

Carol moved like a sleepwalker. She was naked, but had

no idea of how she got that way. She had climaxed just by

watching the hot scene. Warm pussyjuice ran down her thigh,

but she wasn't conscious of it. Her mind was concentrating

on the fucking duo, no longer aware that one of them was her

brother. She crawled beside them, her hands roaming Gordy's

buttocks, his back; massaging Marlene's tits. Her lips found

Marlene's and their tongues entwined.

With his sister's naked loveliness so close, Gordy was

galvanized. His prick went rigid inside Marlene, filling her

up, making her moan with renewed passion. He was consumed

with young lust; lust for the girl he was screwing, and an

even greater lust for his naked sister. Gordy raised his

body, giving Carol room to straddle Marlene's face.

Instantly, she felt a feather softness touch her clitoris and

plunge into her swampy cunt. She jumped, moaned, leaned

forward and kissed her brother passionately. Her tongue

explored his mouth, his neck, circled his nipples, and traced

a wet trail to his stomach. She pushed him gently, and his

cock flopped out of Marlene's dripping box as he slipped off

the bed. Reluctantly he let go of Carol's hard tits.

Quickly, she bent forward and took his hard prick in her

mouth. The tangy flavor of mixed cums assailed her senses,

turning her on even more. She began to suck eagerly.

Gordy was in Heaven! Carol was sucking his cock. His

own sister!

Marlene's tongue ran rapidly over her friend's clit;

her cuntlips, fueling her young passion and this encouraged

Carol's cocksucking action even more, but try as she might,

she couldn't get all of Gordy's long, thick shaft in her

mouth. Not like Marlene. She felt cheated.

Marlene's leg went over her back, forcing her head down.

Gordy's prick slipped from her mouth, and she found her face

buried in her girlfriend's blonde pubic hair. It was sticky

with cum and the musty aroma was overpowering. Hardly aware of

what she was doing she parted Marlene's cuntlips and started to

lick her big juicy clit. It was almost as good as sucking her

brother's cock.

Gordy stood there with his cock in his hand; his mind

awhirl with the turn of events. He tried to concentrate,

but lust still controlled him. Marlene motioned for him to

get behind. He saw Carol's cunt being furiously sucked; it

stood out, pink and pretty. Marlene had her thumb in his

sister's pussy, and was probing her asshole with her index

finger. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

Marlene shifted her head, and pulled Carol's labia apart.

Gordy understood. He squatted down, placed his cock at her

slit and let Marlene guide it into her butterslick cunt.

Marlene licked it as it slid by.

Carol's young cunt was spread wide by her brother's huge

rod. She could feel it push against her pussy's walls,

stretching them wonderfully. It was fantastic! Her voice

was muffled by Mar's wet cunt, but she oohed and aahed as

Gordy pushed his dick in up to the hilt. She couldn't

contain herself any longer; each stroke sent explosions of

pleasure coursing through her body and she erupted in a

blinding, shivering orgasm, her shrill scream of passion

filling the room. Gordy followed moments later. Marlene

came too.

CHAPTER FOUR

The morning was a kaleidoscope of sounds, and pairing,

and ever new sensation. He lost count of how many times he

fucked each girl; the double blowjobs, the multiple cums.

He couldn't remember all the positions that they'd managed to

get into. It didn't matter. All that mattered was their

young, animal lust and the fantastic sensations each was able

to give and receive.

The girls praised the size of his cock, his stamina,

his never-ending hard-on. He couldn't believe that they

never lost their desire, not for his rod, or for the others

willing pussy. He couldn't believe this was his sister, his

usual pain in the ass sister, sucking his cock, bouncing her

hips on his rigid shaft, offering her virgin box to his

eager mouth. No matter how good, fucking Marlene was,

fucking his sister, Carol, always made him harder and

hornier.

They fucked and sucked until they couldn't fuck and

suck anymore. Finally, he lay between the two beautiful

girls, not daring to move. If this was a dream he didn't

want it to end.

Carol lay quietly, her eyes closed. Marlene sat up

and stretched, pulling her big tits up towards the sky, her

lovely hair was a wild mess. Gordy found this erotic and

stimulating. The lovely blonde stretched again, then got up,

blew him a kiss, and started to dress. He could feel his

cock rising again as he watched. "I've gotta run," she said

smiling, "You were something else, Boy Wonder. Really, you

were." She looked at Carol, now awake. "You both were

something else. I envy you girl, you have your own stud.

Christ, how lucky can you get. Have fun, kids." With a wave

she was gone.

Carol turned away, her eyes bland. Her back went rigid

when Gordy tried to touch her. The room was suddenly quiet.

He was aware of his own nakedness and was suddenly

embarrassed as the full implications of the morning came to

him in a rush. "Carol," he asked, "are you okay?" She got

up and pulled the sheet around herself. There were tears in

her eyes. "Gordy, I want to be alone."

"Carol ... we should talk, I ..."

She turned on him viciously. "Dammit, don't you hear

good, I said I want to be alone. Get out, dammit, get out!"

He grabbed his shorts and ran from the bedroom. The

door slammed behind him. Sitting on his bed, he tried to put

things into perspective, but memories kept flooding back. He

kept seeing Carol's cunt and tits; his cock pumping in and

out of her; her legs tight around his ass pulling him deeper

into her juicy depths. Shit, he thought, everything's all

fucked up. For a moment he wished he could reverse time and

change things, but even as the thought passed his mind he

knew he was lying. He wouldn't change what had happened for

all the money in the world.

CHAPTER FIVE

Like her stepson, Joanna Wilson was into fitness.

Jogging made her work up a good sweat; tired the body, thus

controlling it. More and more she had to resort to this

tactic, especially when that little Imp tried to take

control of her body. She was at the midpoint of her usual

five mile run around the lake but today, she knew she'd have

to do more. Drive the body to the max!

Joanna was 36 years old, with soft, very dark brown

hair, lovely gray eyes, and a good taut body. She had

married young - she had had to - but after her daughter,

Carol, was born the marriage turned bad and she found herself

divorced before she was 20. She always had something of a

wild streak in her; flirting, daring, thrill-seeking, but

when she found herself divorced she had gone a bit crazy,

trying to make up for the time she thought had been lost.

She fell in with a fast crowd - older - and ran around with

several different men, some married. Even though she tried

not to think about that year, the memories were still sharp

and vivid. Sometimes she couldn't believe she had actually

done some of the things she remembered. But when the Imp was

in control, the memories came flooding back: strong, young

bodies. Sweat! The sweet smell of sex! The wonderful

thrills - her body bursting with pleasure.

After one particularly wild party, she had awoken to

find herself in bed with two men. Neither was familiar.

Her sore pussy and asshole told a vivid story, and the

crusted droplets of cum on her face and body were the

punctuation marks. The experience scared the hell out of her

and she vowed to take control of her life. From that point

on: Miss Prude!

She met her second husband, Don, the following year.

His wife had just died, leaving him with an infant son:

Gordy. Don was fifteen years older, more stable; square, in

fact, and his taste in sex was old-fashion and predictable.

She had felt safe. Now Don was dead, and even that safe,

predictable sex had been taken away from her. Her body

threatened rebellion.

The image of her teenaged son's cock came to her. So big,

so young and strong. She fought the image down. If she gave in,

the Imp would make her fingers find her soft, silky mound, and she

would give into her wicked cravings. She couldn't help it, the image

kept coming back. How could a young boy have such a big prick?

Alabaster white - hard ridged - thick, purple head! Even

semi-erect - yes, she thought, it had been only semi-erect! -

it was bigger than her husband's; and almost all the other

men she had known. What would it be like fully hard?

Awesome!

What would it be like to fondle it, caress it, hold it

in her mouth? Taste its' tangy flavor? She felt the hot

rush in her pussy. The Imp was threatening again. So Joanna

ran. And ran. And ran.

CHAPTER SIX

Serena Duncan put the phone down. She was 18, black -

actually tawny, in color, very lovely and, now, quite horny.

Marlene Sanford had just told her the most fantastic story

about little Gordy Wilson. Little? From Marlene's gushing

description, he qualified as the Eighth Wonder of the World.

"Serena? Didn't you hear me call you?" It was her

mother, Cecilia. "Oh, sorry, Mom. I was on the phone."

Her mother never ceased to amaze her. She always looked

like she just stepped out of Vogue - chic and sexy, all at

the same time. Mrs. Duncan looked very much like Diahann

Carroll, the actress, and Serena favored her mother.

"Keep that music down. Your Uncle Max flew in from the

coast and arrived very early this morning. He's still

sleeping. I don't want him disturbed. And for God sakes,

child, put some clothes on. You're almost naked in that

outfit."

"Okay, Mom," Serena smiled, "I'll keep things cool."

"Good. I have to run. I have a luncheon at the club.

The Ladies Auxiliary."

So, Serena thought, as she watched her mother leave,

Uncle Max is here. The black sheep of the family returns.

Like her father, Max Duncan was a Rhodes scholar and member

of Phi Beta Kappa, and a former college football player.

Unlike her father, who was a full college professor, Max had

gone to the big city after school and became a pimp and porn

producer. Not to mention, a porn star. Captain Midnight!

She wondered if her mother knew she had seen her and

Uncle Max fucking. She had been only five or six at the

time, but even now she could still relive the scene vividly:

her mother's ass bouncing up and down; Max's big cock plowing

in and out, sticky with cum.

Fascinated, she had watched in wonder as that huge black

pole slid into her mother's body; surely it would hurt her.

His cock was enormous! Then as she watched a strange feeling

took hold of her, in the pit of her stomach; a pleasant warmth,

that she'd never experienced before.

Her mother was far from being hurt. She took that whole

massive shaft in her pussy and slid up and down on it with ease.

Her mother's body contorted, bucked recklessly and wild, passionate

words poured from her mouth: "Do it! . . Fuck me! Oh, yes, Max,

that's the way ... deeper! Christ! Put that big prick in me,

all of it! I'm dyin'! Please!! MORE!! OH,FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"

And all the time, Uncle Max just laid there, gripping her ass

tightly, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

That scene had a profound affect on young Serena. Sex

became a very big part of her life, but she never forgot her

Uncle's big cock. Now, she sat on the bed and let her mind

carry her back to Marlene's conversation. Gordy Wilson and

his own sister! Now that was kinky, she thought.

Serena pictured Gordy erect; long and thick. She could see Carol

and Marlene naked, her mind adding herself to the entwined

tableau. Then she added her uncle to the scene. Uncle Max!

Big, Black! Thicker, longer! Serena's forbidden fruit. She

could touch it, caress it, feel it growing even larger. A

literal black club. Her mouth couldn't encircle it. Her

cunt couldn't accept it. Her body demanded it. She'd do

anything to get it inside of her. She could feel Gordy's

cock in her cunt. She could feel Max's prick stretch her

anus. Pain and pleasure mixed together, going deeper,

stretching her more and more until she felt as if she'd

burst. They were killing her, tearing her apart. It was

wonderful! She screamed.

The sound of her own voice woke her up. She had climaxed

and her shorts were dripping with her juices. She took several

deep breaths, and then reached

for the phone.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Gordy rode his bike up the wide driveway of the Duncan

residence. It was a lovely Georgian home with a large, well

landscaped lawn. He was still a bit peeved about the Pledge

Master's phone call sending him on another useless errand,

but it did give him a chance to get out of the house and

clear his head. Carol was still locked in her room. He had

heard her crying, and he knew the reason. Incest was a heavy

load to carry, and Carol was having trouble with it.

He was surprised at his own mild reaction. Perhaps it

was because he viewed his stepsister more as a woman than a

sibling. Perhaps he was just oversexed, and didn't give a

damn. A stiff prick has no conscience, he thought, and was

immediately sorry for the thought. He parked his bike and

rang the door chimes. There was a long pause then a female

voice called, "Be there in a second."

Serena Duncan opened the door and Gordy sucked in his

breath. She was really lovely - long legged, lithe, and damn

near everything of her lush, young body showed through the

skimpy shorts and tank top she wore.

"Hi. You must be Gordy Wilson. The Pledge Master said

he was sending you."

He marvelled at the soft, seductive quality of her

voice. "Eh, yeah. Hi. Michael sent me to pick up some

stuff, but he didn't say what."

"Great. It's upstairs," she said, licking her lips

seductively.

His cock twitched. He had to be seeing things, he

thought. Serena led the way upstairs and Gordy was treated

to a spectacular view of her heart-shaped ass. Her asscheeks

overflowed the shorts she barely wore. Quickly, Gordy pushed

his growing erection to the side.

"Where are they?" he asked. They were in her bedroom.

It was all done up in white, a great contrast to her tawny

color.

"Er, to be honest, I've sorta misplaced them. Of course,

you could look for them."

Shit, he thought, another fraternity prank. "Okay," he

said, in resignation, "where do I start this treasure hunt?"

She unbuttoned the top button of her tight shorts and

slowly slid the zipper down. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Maybe you should start searching this bush. Never can

tell what might be hiding in the forest." Her shorts slipped

to her ankles.

Gordy stood wide-eyed. His cock was now rock hard and

straining to get out. He looked frantically around the

room. They were really alone. This was for real. Serena

sat on the bed and raised her legs. Her bush looked like a

black jungle. "Come on, Boy Wonder. Aren't you even a

little curious about Black pussy? Once you go Black, you

don't go back." Her voice was liquid sex.

Without a word, he fell to his knees and buried his

face in her crinkly cunt hair. His tongue stabbed her slit

and she moaned loudly as he began to tongue-fuck her. He

found her clitoris; she jumped and gasped. Her hands gripped

the sheets and her toes curled as she gave herself up to the

pleasure of his mouth.

Gordy sucked and licked wildly. The taste was great.

He didn't care if the world barged in on him, he wanted this

to last forever.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Eat me! ... So good! ... faster! Yeah!

There! ... ooooooooooo, shit, YES!" She bit her hand to

hold back the scream in her throat. Then she grabbed his

head and jammed it, hard, into her gushing pussy. She came

in a rush, her cum squirted in his mouth, ran down his chin,

and into her ass crack. He slurped greedily. She had come

like a man, and the sheets were very wet. Gordy stood and

dropped his shorts. His rock-hard prick sprang to attention.

Her hands reached out to him, and she drew his cock to her

mouth.

"Oh, man, that's a great cock," she said, huskily, "You

really do have a big one." Kissing its whole length, she

dragged her tongue along the hard base ridge, oohing and

aahing as she caressed and fondled his balls. Gordy squeezed

her tits through the tank top she still had on. He felt a

furnace encircle his cockhead. He watched, unbelieving, as

his swollen dick vanished into her warm mouth. She was

better than Marlene! Her lips were right up against his

pubic hair and her tongue messaged the base of his rod.

A barrage of colors erupted in front of his eyes. He

couldn't think. He couldn't talk. He couldn't hold back.

He exploded in her mouth. She gagged and swallowed

frantically, not wanting to lose a single drop of his sweet

nectar, but it was too much. Cum dribbled down her chin and

she licked at it, greedily.

"You're still hard," she panted in amazement.

"Lay down," he ordered. He had to get his prick into

her beautiful black cunt. He mounted her and she guided his

cock to her wet pussy. It parted her cuntlips and began

sliding down her pink passage. A thin film of perspiration

covered their now naked bodies.

"Oh, Gordy, yes. Stick it in ... AGHHHH!! OOHHH!!

It's so big. Oh, easy. Please, easy."

He was beyond her plea. He stroked back and rammed it

all the way in. Serena screamed and came in a rush as he hit

bottom. Cum washed over his prick. Her body convulsed, out

of control, and her hips beat urgently against his. "Oh,

fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. Gordy moaned and humped

forward.

Time lost meaning. They were just two young, healthy,

passionate animals trying to devour each other. Neither was

aware of the man in the doorway. He was big, flat black,

and, when the occasion called for it, he could look very

threatening. Right now he wore a smile and pajama bottoms.

He turned the smile into a scowl and slammed the door against

the wall.

"What the hell's going on here. Motherfucker, get your

dick out of that girl!" he yelled.

Gordy jumped back, terrified. The man looked like he

would gladly tear his legs off. Serena moaned as his cock

left her body. The big man looked at the naked girl, her

legs were spread wide, and her pussy gaped at him.

Through half-lidded eyes she saw the huge bulge in his

pants. Uncle Max! The fantasy come true. Her arms reached

out to him. "Fuck me, Uncle Max, please fuck me," she

whispered. The man chuckled deeply. He looked at the scared

honky kid. Poor bastard, he thought, he's about ready to

shit his pants. He reached for the pajama drawstring.

Gordy Wilson watched in terrified fascination as the

big, thick black cock sprang forth. Christ, he thought, what

a rod! It had to be twelve inches long.

With another deep laugh, Max Duncan spread his niece's

thighs and rammed his rod into her wet, pleasure-raw cunt.

"AAAAAAAH", she screamed, "No! It's too big! Stop!"

"Com'on, little girl, fuck! All the way, sweetness,

you're gonna love it," he huffed, and Serena bucked up,

impaling herself on the massive shaft. Max smoothly slid his

fuck-tool in and out of her dripping box and her voice became

a purr.

"Oh, stop ... don't ... oh, don't stop," she cooed and

began to undulate her body in unison to him.

"That's it, baby, fuck your Uncle Max. Com'on, honey,

move your ass."

Serena thrashed wildly. "Yessss. Yessss ... fuck me,

Uncle Max. Do it! Dooooo it!" she yelled then wrapped her

legs tightly around the big man's ass, desperately pulling

him into her. Gordy stood with his mouth open. One moment

he feared for his life, the next he was getting another hard

on watching the incestuous fuck scene.

"Don't just stand there, boy. Stuff her mouth! Can't

you see she needs another cock."

"Wha ... I ..." Gordy hesitated. Serena squirmed

around and moaned, her body wracked with pleasure. Her hand

beckoned.

"Move!" Max yelled.

Gordy pushed his cock against Serena's mouth and she

began to suck it with gusto. She was in an awkward position,

but she still tried to get it all down her throat. Gordy

moaned as the pleasure engulfed him again. Eagerly, he

pumped and felt her body convulse in another orgasm. A

scream caught in her throat as Max filled her cunt with a

monstrous load. The scene was too hot for Gordy. Grunting

with lust, he splashed his cum in her eager mouth. The hot

jism spilled down her gullet, and she milked his cock to get

every drop.

When they pulled their dicks out of the girl's

delectable holes, cum ran down between her legs and dribbled

off her chin. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged.

But she was sated.

"Lay down, boy. Time this bitch really got screwed."

Still alternately intrigued and terrified by this man,

Gordy did as he was told. Max turned his niece over and

positioned her over Gordy's still erect dick.

"You ain't half bad, young son," Max said as he pushed

her hips down. Gordy's cock slid in easily. Serena was

sopping wet.

"Ooooooooh, yeah," she moaned as the warm friction

began to build up again. They started to move in unison.

Gordy was suddenly aware of the contrast in color; black on

white. It made his cock even harder.

Max spread Serena's asscheeks apart. "Lookee, lookee,

lookee," he said, "Virgin territory if I ever saw it."

He licked at her asshole. Serena felt the touch of his

tongue. It was a different sensation. The tongue was

replaced by a wet finger. Slowly, it penetrate her anus.

There was very little pain. Even in her whirling mind, she

was surprised. The finger went deeper and began to rotate.

Her ass muscles tightened automatically. Max felt the

tension and gave her butt a resounding slap. She yelped and

lunged up. "Relax, sweetness. Uncle Max is going to make

you a three way broad. A real fuckin' machine."

Gordy stared as the big man positioned his huge, fat

tool at her asshole. No way could she take that, he

thought. She's going to be split wide open. Serena yelled

as the fat slug slowly entered her butt. Her eyes rolled as

the pain flared, then, slowly, magically, began to subside.

More of his cock entered. He began to move very cautiously.

A new, more intense, sensation took hold of her. Her

face was jammed in Gordy's neck; his hands kneaded her black-

cherry tipped breasts. "Yessss, yesss," she hissed, "fuck my

ass, fuck my ass! Move, Gordy ... Oh, yes, Uncle Max! I love

it! I love it!"

Gordy matched Max stroke for stroke. Each one sent

new waves of pleasure through her nerve-raw body. Little

orgasms hit her in succession. One! Two! Three! Bam!

Dirty words poured from her mouth. She was nearly

incoherent. Max called her, "bitch, cunt, slut, whore." She

loved it. With an ear splitting scream, she got hit with the

big one.

" ... cumming ... cumming. I'M CUMMING!"

Wildly, she bucked herself off Gordy's slick dick just

as he came. His cum splashed on her stomach, her tits, and

her face. Immediately, a dark cloud of euphoria engulfed

him. Max, with a deep groan, plunged his huge dick into her

ass without mercy. She screamed again as she came and for a

split second she hung in midair, impaled on his steel-hard,

black cock, then she collapsed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Gordy came out of his sex induced stupor slowly. He

didn't know where he was. He was aware of a voice calling

him. It was insistent. "Come on, young son. Wake up."

Gordy eased himself up. He remembered things in a rush

of graphic scenes. Serena lay beside him; sleeping or

unconscious, he didn't know which. A big, Black, very

muscular man stood beside the bed. He was naked. His thick

club-like cock hung limply between his legs. Shit, Gordy

thought, it was nearly as big limp as it was erect.

Incredibly, the man was smiling.

"Come on, boy. You'll feel better after a shower." He

motioned towards Serena. "Let her sleep. She's had a busy

day."

Gordy showered in Serena's bathroom. He did feel

better. After drying off and dressing, he went downstairs.

Max was waiting for him in the living room. He was dressed

in tan slacks, a polo shirt and loafers. He looked very

refreshed.

"Care for a drink?" he asked, holding up his own glass.

"Er, no, thank you, sir."

Max laughed. "Sir? I think two guys who just boffed

the same chick should be on a first name basis, don't you?

I'm Max Duncan, Serena's uncle; but I guess you know that.

What's your name?"

"Er, Gordy Wilson, sir ... I mean, Mr. Duncan. Max."

"You'll do, young son." He paused and looked at the

boy. "Wondering about Serena and me? The incest bit?"

There was that word. Incest! Gordy realized that for

the second time in one day he had been party to an incestuous

relationship. "Well, I ... Hell, I don't know what I mean."

"Good! Then you should have an open mind. Incest

sucks, kid. It's just a word. You enjoyed yourself? Then

that's the only thing that counts. All the rest is

bullshit. Serena wasn't hurt, and she sure as shit didn't

mind, I can assure you."

Gordy didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He

was still ill-at-ease with the big man. Besides, it wasn't

everyday you participated in an orgy and blithely discussed

it afterwards over cocktails. "Mr. Duncan. Max. Maybe I

should be going."

"Okay, kid. Take off and get your head together. If

you think right, you'll see I'm making sense. By the way,

how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

Max laughed his deep laugh. "Fourteen! Shit, you're

going to be hell in a few years. Goodbye, Gordy Wilson."

Gordy picked up his bike and pushed it down the driveway.

One part of his mind relived the afternoon, the other part

sort to find some rationale for his own behavior. For

people's behavior, in general.

He had fucked his own sister- stepsister - this morning

and had been party to a man assfucking his own niece in the

afternoon. All had been willing participants, although, Carol

was now hiding in her room, feeling a burden of guilt that neither

he, nor Max Duncan, felt. Why? Why Carol and not me, he thought?

Was Serena Duncan now torn with shame? She certainly was

shameless this afternoon. And Max? He had no remorse

whatsoever. Gordy couldn't put the puzzle together.

"Hey, boy genius. Whatcha doin' here, with the niggers?"

Gordy turned, startled. It was Billy Crawford, the

school asshole, and three of his stupid friends. "I asked

you a question, boy genius. You a nigger lover now?"

Gordy cursed his luck. If he hadn't been so lost in

thought he would have seen the bully and his friends

standing at the end of the drive. He stammered, foolishly.

"What's the matter, boy genius?" Billy taunted, "The

niggers steal your tongue? No talkee?" The others thought

this was incredibly funny.

"Let me get by, Billy. I'm late."

"Fuck you, Pledge. You haven't told me what you're

doing in the high falluttin' nigger's joint? Getting some

black pussy, maybe? I hear Serena likes white cock. Maybe

she likes young white cock. Whatcha say, boy genius?"

"I say you should let him pass." It was Max Duncan. He

had seen the confrontation from the window and had walked

unnoticed down the drive.

Billy Crawford hesitated. He didn't like blacks, and

this was a big one and he was carrying some sort of case on

a strap. Hell, it was still four against one, he thought.

"And if I don't," Billy swaggered, "whatcha goin' do

about it - boy." The word hung in the air. Max smiled

genially, then his foot lashed out and caught Billy in the

balls. Crawford gasped once, fell on his face and began to

vomit. The big man pivoted and swung the small, heavy case

in an arc and smashed the nose of the second boy. He wailed

like a banshee as the blood spurted from the ruptured

capillaries. The other two were already running away when

Max turned to face them.

"You have some very interesting friends, young son."

"Christ, Max. That was great! Fantastic! I've wanted

to do that for over a year."

Billy Crawford was still retching.

"Come on, young son. I'll drive you home. Throw the

bike in the trunk."

Gordy smiled gratefully, and pushed the bike to the BMW

parked in front of the garage. They left Billy Crawford

laying in his own bile.

CHAPTER NINE

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Gordy stepped into the living room. "It's okay, Mom.

This's Mr. Duncan. Max. Dr. Duncan's brother. He saved my

life."

Joanna Wilson gasped. She was still unsettled from

finding a very large, black man in her home. She was also

strangely excited.

"It really wasn't that dramatic," Max said.

"What happened, Gordy? Are you all right?"

Her son quickly related the incident with Billy

Crawford, and how Max had handled the situation, omitting

the reason he had been at the Duncan's in the first place.

"... and you should have seen them go. Max scared the

hell out of them."

Joanna put her arms around her son and hugged him tight.

Her first reaction to this black man was fear, now she was

full of gratitude. She reached out her hand to him. His

touch was electric. "Er, won't you stay for dinner? Please?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, but that would be an

imposition. I just wanted to make sure Gordy got home

safely."

"Aw, com'on, Max, stay. We're having Roast beef."

"We insist," Joanna said with finality.

"In that case, how can I say no?"

Max proved to be a charmer. Even Carol, who had been

brooding most of the day, was captivated by him. His stories

were humorous and just a little risque. It was obvious, even

to Gordy, that both his mother and Sister were really

enjoying themselves.

Joanna was surprised and embarrassed by her own reaction

to this stranger. He emanated a powerful presence, a

maleness that seem to fill the room and push everything else

out of the way. In the recess of her mind, the Imp was

trying to flood her being with pictures of sexual fantasy.

Forbidden fruit! She didn't see Max watching as she squirmed

in her seat or notice his sly smile.

Gordy suddenly jumped up. "Hey, I have to get to the

library before it closes. It's almost seven."

"Carol," Joanna said, "give your brother a ride."

Carol shifted in discomfort. "Er, I was planning to go

to Marlene's," she lied.

"Drop Gordy off on the way."

"The library's out of the way. Marlene lives ..."

Joanna looked sharply at her daughter. She'd been

acting strangely all afternoon. This wasn't like her at

all. "Carol, please. We have a guest."

"Com'on," she said sullenly to Gordy.

Joanna thought that Gordy looked almost as uncomfortable

as his sister and she didn't know what to make of it.

"Well, I guess I had best be running along, too," Max

Duncan said.

"No!" Joanna forcefully. Her own voice surprised her.

"I mean, please stay and have another cup of coffee.

It's good to have another adult to talk to."

Max smiled his brightest smile. You little minx, he

thought. I was right about you. Body language. It never

lies. "Thank you, I'd love another cup."

Joanna had trouble concentrating on the conversation.

She wanted Max to stay, but she wanted him to leave. His

presence was upsetting, yet exciting. She felt a tightening

in her groin, a sudden shortness of breath each time they

accidentally touched. She could feel her juices begin to

flow. The Imp had the door almost opened. She knew was on

very dangerous ground.

"It's getting late," she said, standing up abruptly.

Max stood beside her, filling her vision. "Yes, it is,"

He said pulling her roughly to him. "So why don't we stop

playing games."

She tried to pull way. "No ... I don't know what you

mean ... I ..."

His lips closed on hers and his tongue slipped through

her teeth and found the soft, inner warmth of her mouth. His

hard, black body pressed against hers; the heat flowing to

his loins. His cock rose and pushed against her crotch. She

pulled back, hard, but his grip was viselike. The exquisite

heat flowed between them and she felt her sex-starved body

respond. The Imp came crashing through the door. Fiercely,

her arms went around his neck, and she pulled his head down

to hers.

She was lost.

CHAPTER TEN

Gordy was pissed. He realized the strain that Carol was

under. Incest was a dirty word, a major violation of

convention but no one was really hurt, not physically. She

didn't have to leave him in the middle of no where - she just

stopped the car, ordered him out and drove off.

Still a mile from the house, his mind was full of the

days events. If Carol hadn't walked in on him when he was

jacking off she wouldn't have told Marlene; Marlene wouldn't

have wanted his cock, and he wouldn't have wound up screwing

Serena Duncan. Three women in one day! It boggled his mind.

From Lily Palm and her five daughters to three beautiful,

young, juicy pussies - one black. Christ, what luck! But,

what a fucking mess with Carol. He just wished she would

come out of it.

Gordy knew it would never happen again. It just

couldn't. It would be a lifelong, dark, secret, but he

wasn't going to let it fuck up his mind, and he hoped that

Carol would come around to the same thinking. Like those

people lost in the Andes, who turned to cannibalism to

survive; it happened, but it wasn't going to be an everyday

event. And, Carol was actually his step-sister, not really

blood related. It wasn't as bad as screwing his mother, or

anything like that.

Even as he rationalized his behavior, he knew he would

always remember his sister's lovely body; her tight pussy,

firm tits, and warm mouth. He felt like a shit, but he was

sorry that it wouldn't happen again.

At the door to his house he realized that Max Duncan's

car was still in the driveway. Good, he thought. Maybe he'd

have a chance to talk to him about Carol without mentioning

her by name. After all, Gordy reasoned, he did have

experience with handling incest.

There was no one in the dining room and the table hadn't

been cleared, which was strange. He heard a muffled noise

but couldn't place it. Some instinct kept him from calling

out. He started up the stairs cautiously. The noise was

definitely coming from the second floor. He was suddenly

afraid. His Stepmother's door was ajar. The noise was

coming from inside.

Joanna's room was dominated by a stand-up, three sided

mirror; an antique. From the doorway it gave a panoramic,

three dimensional view of the entire room, especially the

bed. Gordy peeked, then stood rock still. The noise was

coming from his stepmother's mouth; a strange mixture of

moans, half words, and grunting sounds. She was naked! And

she was straddling an equally naked Max Duncan! His thick

black shaft was sunk deeply into his stepmother's white cunt,

and she was bouncing on it as if her very life depended on it.

Gordy's first reaction was to scream at them; shout his

outrage but the sight of her bouncing ass, her voice, and the

very erotic blending of their colors held him mesmerized.

Obviously, she wasn't being forced. Max had his hands behind

his head and was quietly encouraging her, just as he had his

niece, Serena.

"That it, baby!", he said, "Get it all in. Suck my cock

deep in your pussy. Your pink pussy wants my big ol' black

dick. Com'on, you white cunt, fuck harder!"

"Yes, Max, yes! Give my your black cock! God, it's so

big. So good. Oh, Max, I need it so much." Joanna turned

abruptly, reversed herself and quickly put Max's huge dong

back inside her, sighing in relief as it slid back in. She

was now facing the mirror, leaning back, exposing herself to

Gordy's full view. Max started moving his prick in and out

of her quicker. It glistened, stickily. Gordy realized she

had already cum, probably more than once.

Why hadn't he noticed what a beautiful body his

stepmother had? Her full tits didn't bounce very much, even

with her wild gyrations; her stomach was almost totally flat,

and her legs were long and shapely. His erection was almost

painful. He envied the older man, and was immediately

ashamed. This was his mother, albait stepmother, but she was

the only woman who ever filled that role. And here he was

with a hard-on for her. He knew he should leave, but the

latent voyeur in him kept him rooted to the spot.

They had shifted again, and now were in a "69" position.

The mirror showed three 'Joanna's' trying to swallow three

thick black pricks. Gordy rubbed his own cock through his

pants. His mouth was dry. He knew he'd spend the night

jacking off, reliving each scene. And he really had no

intention of leaving.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Carol pulled her car into the driveway; in such an

agitated state that she never noticed the BMW that was parked

there also. Her mind still churned; confused with swirling

thoughts. She had fucked her own brother! Her own baby

brother! And she had liked it. No! She had loved it! His

cock, his awesome cock, had filled her and she had revelled

in it. How could she have done such a thing?

She felt disgust and anger. Her anger also ran to Gordy

and Marlene; especially Marlene. She was furious at her. At

both of them. They had revealed a side of her that she never

knew existed. She was depraved! She had even eaten

Marlene's pussy while Gordy fucked her. And she had enjoyed

that, too. Oh, I'm such a monster, she thought. She walked

up the stairs with a heavy heart, a lost soul; oblivious to

everything around her. But, God, she thought, it felt so

good, why is it bad?

Neither Gordy or Carol saw one another until she walked

into him. Startled, he jumped and turned just in time to

see Carol's face as she caught sight of the images in the

three-sided mirror. Her body went rigid and his hand shot to

her mouth to keep her from screaming.

Her mother was being fucked! By a black man! Her most

forbidden fantasy leaped to her mind. She saw his slick

black cock buried in her mother's pussy, and her mother

bucking up and down yelling her pleasure. "Yes. Yes.

Yesssssss!" Joanna screamed as another climax shook her body.

Carol eyes bulged, her mind whirled and something

snapped inside of her. Pleasure! Sex! She wanted it!

Her cunt flooded with hot pussy juice and wanton desire

filled her. Her body begged to be fucked again.

Gordy stood behind his sister, his hand still over her

mouth. He didn't realize that his cock was pressing against

the cleft of her ass. Suddenly, he felt Carol relax, the

resistance gone from her body. Her hands reached around and

found his stiff cock. He groaned at her touch. The pain was

exquisite. She turned in his arms, her hand still holding

his rod. Short of breath, his legs trembling, he heard his

zipper come down and felt her hand groping inside his pants,

searching. Their lips met. Softly, at first, then more

urgently. Tongues entwined. She pulled his cock free.

In one motion, he pushed her up against the doorjam,

picked up her leg, pulled her panties aside and slid his

rigid, hot dick into her swampy pussy. She groaned and

sighed as his thick rod filled her. Oh, how she needed this,

she thought as she pressed her back tightly to the jam and

wrapped both legs around her Gordy's waist. She slid down on

his shaft even more and her cuntal muscles went tight around

his prick. She was filled again! Squeezing her legs

together she transported both of them to Heaven.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Max pulled his dripping cock out of Joanna's throbbing,

pussy. She tried to stop him, but he pushed her back on the

bed and listened again for the strange noise he had heard.

"Well, well. What do we have her?" he said, opening

the bedroom door wide. Joanna gasped; she felt light-headed.

Gordy! Carol! Fucking! Her own children! It had to be

some horrible dream.

A full five seconds past before Gordy and Carol realized

that there was a naked person standing in the doorway talking

to them. They jumped apart. Carol almost fell. Her clothes

were disheveled. Somehow Gordy had gotten her blouse off and

her bra hung limply off one arm. She heard her mother crying

and immediately started to cover herself. Gordy's erection

went limp.

Carol ran to her mother. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she

sobbed. Mother and Daughter were repeating the same words.

"I couldn't help myself. I needed it so bad!" they

cried.

"It's alright, baby, it's alright," Joanna cooed as she

embraced her daughter. Carol's skirt slid to the floor. She

was almost completely naked now. Joanna realized as she held

her crying child that her mind had registered the whole

scene, like a recorder, and now played it back frame by

frame.

In her mind's eye she saw a hard, young body with a

cute set of buns, pumping a big, beautiful cock in and out of

a slippery cunt. Long, smooth strokes. Oh how she envied

the girl whose legs were wrapped tight around that body. Her

facial expression was one of pure joy, fulfillment, and

ecstatic wonder. Her eyes were closed and her head bobbed in

rhythm to the pulsing prick inside her. The girl was lovely

and somehow familiar. Then she realized it was her own

daughter.

Instinctively, she knew that the throbbing cock

inside her daughter belonged to her stepson, Gordy; the same

cock that she had seen just days ago. The same cock that had

been tormenting her, pushing the Imp to gain control of her

body.

The same cock that she craved.

Max had Gordy by the arm. Otherwise he would have

stumbled over his pants. He didn't know whether to pick them

up and call attention to himself or just stand there with his

cock hanging at half mast. Max pulled him forward and,

Gordy, to keep from tripping, stepped out of his jeans and

haltingly, followed Max to the bed. His sister and mother

were still embraced, rocking back and forth. He thought he

saw a strange look in his stepmother's eyes.

Max gently pulled Carol away and put his arm around her

for support. His hand found a way to encircle her right

breast, sending a shiver through her body. Gordy was nudged

forward by the smiling black man. Joanna wiped her eyes.

She saw her son, but her eyes were drawn to his semi-erect

cock. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. His

erection was immediate and uncontrolable, fueled by the

erotic pictures of her and Max, and now she was actually

touching him.

"Mom ... I ..." His voice failed as Joanna wrapped her

hand around his hardened shaft and put her finger to his

lips. She drew him to her, and in a blinding light he found

his cock buried deep inside her juicy box.

"Aggggggghhhhhh," he moaned. Her cunt was liquid fire!

Her aroma filled his senses; his hands reached for her

ass as her legs encased him, and he gave himself up to the

most exquisite pleasure he had ever known.

Time stood still.

Her cunt was sopping. Images of him as a child flashed

through her mind. Waves of pleasure engulfed her body. She

was a mother! Complete, and full of love - for her son!

The world was hers! Somewhere in the back of her mind

the word INCEST flashed on her brain, but the Imp ran and

slammed the door on it.

"Fuck me, Gordy. Oh, yes, please fuck your mother.

Hummmmmm. Oooooooo. Ahhhhhhh."

"Mom . . .Mom, I'm in you! Yes. I'm fucking you, oh,

God, yes! Fuck me back! Oh, Mom, you feel so fuckin' good."

"Yesssssss!" she hissed and as she gave herself over to

wanton lust, she caught sight of Carol and Max at her

dressing table. Carol sat astride the table, her legs

obscenely wide. She was completely naked. Max knelt in

front of her, his mouth buried in the wild tangle of her

pubic hair. Joanna could almost feel the feather-like touch

of his tongue on her daughter's clit. She smiled in her mind

and began moving her hips in unison to Gordy's enthusiastic

thrusting.

For Gordy, the night was a kaleidoscope of sound, smell,

taste and feeling. They changed positions again and again.

Again and again, they came. Gordy seem to stay perpetually

hard; Joanna, ever horny. Flashing lights periodically

filled his mind. And each time was new and exciting, and

pushed him forward a bit more.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it! Keep sucking my cunt. Don't

stop ... oh, Gordy, stick your finger in my cunt ... oh,

shit, that's wonderful ... ahhhhhhhh ... more, more! Oh,

Christ, stick your finger up my ass! Fill me up. Make me

come, Gordy, make me come ... I'm cumming, oh, Gordy, my son,

I love you ... I'm cumming!"

When did they change? He didn't remember. Sometime

later he found himself fucking his sister. Her body

glistened with sweat and smelled of desire. She showered him

with wet kisses, and stuck her tongue deep in his ear.

"Oh, Gordy, your cock is great ... wonderful. Don't

stop. Don't ever stop ... yes! I can't stop cumming ... I'm

going to die. Yeahhhhhh. Kill me, Gordy, kill me!"

They changed again and again. Carol and Max, Joanna

and Gordy. Gordy and Carol, Joanna and Max. Back and

forth. He found his still rock-hard cock deep in Carol's

warm mouth. His mother's cunt was over his mouth and she was

competing with her own daughter for his prick. Joanna

finally won when Max pulled Carol away and started to fuck

her doggie style. Gordy rolled his mother over on her back,

and straddling her shoulders, stuck his cock deep into her

throat. She tried to moan, but couldn't. Max deftly

maneuvered Carol until her face was inches away from her

mother's cum stained bush. When she was directly over it, he

forced her head down. The tangy female scent assailed her

nostrils, exciting her, and she began to suck her mother's

cunt as if it was the most natural thing on earth.

Joanna pushed her box forward. She wanted to be

completely filled. It was somehow different. Lighter. She

opened her eyes. Carol! For a moment she was appalled and

tried to pull away, but Gordy had her pinned, and Max was

relentlessly pushing Carol forward. The magic feeling

couldn't be denied. Her body glowed, responded and the wild

thrills electrified her. She gave in to the wonderful

feeling of her daughter's tongue.

The girls were going "69" on each other when the

flashing light lit the room for a moment. More coherent now,

Gordy saw it was Max taking Polaroid pictures; he'd forgotten

about the camera case. Joanna lifted her head and was facing

the camera just as Max took a close-up of her face smeared

with Carol's pussy cream. She yelled, jumped up, and

snatched the developing print from his hand.

"Oh, Christ, what're you doing?" she demanded.

"Recording for posterity," Max said, with a smile,

"Tonight's very special, and it should be saved."

Horrified, Joanna watched the picture develop, then

surprisingly, she was intrigued. She had never seen herself

have sex. "Where are the others?"

He showed her as her naked children joined them. Carol

was immediately enthusiastic. "Oh, Mom," she said, "this is

great! Let's take some more. Do we have enough film?"

"We sure do, sweetness," Max said.

Joanna tried to be reluctant, but she had discovered a

streak of voyeur in her, and sometime during the night she

became the group's official photographer.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Gordy and Carol lay in each others arms. Max was

fucking Joanna one more time, doggie style, right beside

them and they watched in fascination as his long, thick,

black prick, slimly with cum, pistoned in and out of their

mother's ever-juicy white pussy. The color contrast was

still a hot turn-on for both teenagers. As they watched,

Gordy caressed Carol's tit, rolling the nipple between his

fingers while she stroked his inner thigh. Max suddenly

pulled his meaty shaft out. "Time for something new, you

sweet honky bitch," he said as his rigid cock parted Joanna's

asscheeks. Joanna loved dirty words, they stimulated her.

"Oh, shit! He's gonna fuck her up the ass," Gordy

exclaimed. Joanna tensed as she felt her anus part. She

gripped the sheets tightly and clenched her jaws.

"Oh, God. Max. No! No! It hurts! You'll kill me . .

pleaseeeeee ... don't!"

"Relax, pretty cunt. You'll love it. You want it and

you know it, so open up your shitter, honey, 'cause here it

comes."

Carol jumped up, hugged her mother and kissed her.

"Hang in there, Mom, you can do it. You can take anything

this bastard has to offer."

Max laughed but Carol was hyped, her blood was pumping

again. She jumped up and found the camera. She wanted this

on film. Joanna was blinded for a split second and groaned

loudly as Max's slimy cock slowly began to sink into her ass.

Pain assailed her. She took deep breaths, and tried to

relax. He had stopped pushing for a moment and suddenly the

pain abated. Relaxing her ass muscles some more, the pain

became an ache, and the ache gave way to a strange, almost

forgotten, pleasure. Her groans turned to moans, then to

pleasurable purrs as a wholly new sensation took hold of her.

"Oh, my God. Yes! Ooooooooh, yesssss. Fuck my ass!

Oh, you're so big and it feels sooooo good. Oh, Max, stick

it deep! Deeper! Oh, Christ, I love your black cock in my

ass!"

Gordy had a birds-eye view of his mother's assfucking.

His hard-on was painful. He leaned close and kissed her.

Her tongue roamed his mouth. "Fuck me, Gordy," she

whispered. "Fill me up. You and Max. Fill me up, please.

Hurry."

It took a moment to reposition everyone. Gordy got on

his back, his cock stood straight and hard. His mother

guided it into her steaming, cum-filled cunt; settled it in

deep, and leaned forward to give Max room to pump his dick

which never left her ass. There was no pain, only pleasure

and when she climaxed, it was so intense, she lost consciousness.

Carol took pictures of the whole episode, experiencing

a twinge of jealousy. She wanted a cock in her ass, too.

And she wanted Gordy's cock to be the first.

It was almost midnight when Max nudged Gordy and

motioned him to follow. His legs were like rubber amd he was

surprised he could even move. The rest of the night had been

even more intense that the beginning. He had fucked Carol in

the ass, aided by some Vaseline, and the urgings of her own

mother. She had even helped push his dick in all the way,

and had held her daughter tightly as the pain and pleasure

rippled through her young body. Gordy then fucked his

mother's ass. He and Max had alternately fucked each woman

together, ass and cunt; changing places as the night

progressed. Now, Joanna and Carol lay in each others arms,

finally sated.

"Go take a shower. You'll feel like a new man, young

son," he said chuckling, "I seem to tell you that alot, don't

I?" The black man laughed and headed for the Master bathroom.

He was right, Gordy thought, after he finished. Still

damp, the men walked downstairs and out onto the porch. The

night air was cool and felt refreshing on their bare chests.

To be continued