John Kellerman - Incest family

"You're hurting me Lee! You're so damned heavy."

"Alice, Alice it's so good!" He held her all the tighter and pumped his cock up and down her tummy. The hot slick cum that frothed out was making her flesh slippery. His cock slid easily in the mess and more jizz spurted each time he shoved his hips up. The hot shape of her cousin's prick was having an effect on Alice. She was repelled and excited by what was happening. Repelled because it all felt so messy, so sticky slick. But the sharp aroma of his jizz fascinated her. She had never seen a man's stuff before and as he wiggled and fucked his cock up and down her tummy she sneaked a finger down to scoop up some of the potent cream.

When Lee rolled off at last she turned to gaze at the translucent droplet hanging from her fingertip.

It had a mysterious consistency and was very, very slimy between her fingers. She sniffed the milky curds and though the scent was overpowering, she put it back to her nostrils a second time. Alice didn't fully understand why at last she wiped the still-warm jizz across her upper lip so the musky perfume would dry there on her perspiring skin.

"Look, I didn't plan all this," Lee said. He was sitting there in the sand, the sun sparkling off the water in his hair. They'd had a short swim to cool off and Lee had tried to hold her again. Alice didn't want any part of it now. She felt all tight inside. As if she'd been pumped up for some lovely surprise and then tied with chains. Her pussy was throbbing as if she'd never had any kind of relief in her whole life. She'd finally gotten used to being naked with her cousin. In fact she was almost enjoying the naughtiness of sitting cross-legged in the sand before him.

She was glad her pussy had stopped bleeding. There'd been a smear of blood on her thigh when she'd gone back into the water. That was gone now and her blonde cunt hair fluffed out innocently, hiding whatever small wound the tip of her cousin's cock had caused. She had the most powerful desire to search with a finger to see what Lee had done. She knew that her hymen had been torn a little. But she knew too that she was still very, very tight. The head of his cock had never really entered her body. Thank God for that. Lee smiled.

"Well?" Lee said.

"Well what?"

"Do you want to try again?"

"Lee, you're impossible." She pretended to be bored. She wasn't really. She could hardly keep her eyes off his cock. It had grown large again. The head was a dark purple. She was fascinated by the shape, the texture of his flesh there. She pretended to yawn and stretch. The yawn turned into a real one. She felt somewhat nervous about the whole thing. But the sun did feel wonderful on her back and shoulders.

"Alice, I really didn't know." He stopped, shrugged, tried to say something else.

"Really, Lee, don't you think this is pretty ridiculous." She shrugged too. "You're my cousin after all. And you are a little young to be dating me even if we weren't related."

"Who said anything about dating?"

Alice was always a little behind her cousin's sharp comebacks. She gave him a frown and stood up suddenly. She was still trembling with the passion that had not been tapped. The passion that seemed to boil inside her constantly now. She brushed sand from her bottom and started towards the water.

"I think I'd better go put my bikini back on. I shouldn't have come out here with you in the first place."

"Wait! Alice, wait!"

She heard him splashing into the cool waves behind her. She could see the floating dock halfway between the island and the big house with its manicured lawns and tidy orchard.

"Are you sure you can make it?" Lee asked, swimming close by. Alice didn't bother to reply. Though her energies had been played with there in the sand of the island beach, she felt that she wouldn't have any trouble getting back to the platform. She tried to forget about what had happened, tried to concentrate only on how the water felt rushing over her flesh. Damned smart-aleck cousin anyway. What did he know about sex? Probably not much more than she did. Which wasn't much, Alice decided. She swam slowly, conserving her strength.

By the time Alice reached the platform, she'd dreamed up a little plan for entertainment. It included Mitch. He was photographing her. In the nude. It was very erotic to hear the shutter go off, to see her uncle's pleasure at making another picture. She was about to pull herself up onto the wooden surface when Lee came up behind her and pressed his nakedness against her back. His rigid cock pressed into the cleavage of her ass cheeks and the sudden contact of his warm, wet skin made her cry put.

"Lee, quit it!" She shoved him back with her foot and dragged herself up on the dock. She had already gotten her bikini on by the time he pulled himself out of the lake. She gave him another angry glance and dove off the other side. Damned cousin anyhow! She wanted to be back to the house so she could go to her room and look. Look at herself in a mirror. She wanted to see exactly what Lee had done. Just the thought of holding her pussy open for inspection gave her a rush. She put her face down and swam harder.

Margaret turned off the shower and threw her thickest towel around her body. When she padded back into the bedroom, Mitch had awakened. She went past the bed pretending not to see him. At the window she let the towel fell far enough to expose the graceful curve of her ass. For thirty-nine, Margaret knew she had a super body. It was long and white and unblemished with fat or creases. Well, there were a few. A stretch mark or two from having carried their children. She'd been so young when Mitch had impregnated her that first time. It was strange having a daughter only eighteen years younger than she was. Betty was more like a contemporary than an offspring. Lee was still just a kid though. She'd drawn the line after her second child. She hadn't wanted to see her body used up for childbearing. As if Mitch gave a damn. All he wanted to do was pump her full of cream, and he knew she couldn't use the pill.

She turned suddenly and saw him close his eyes. Yes, he was looking at her. She liked being wanted. She loved sex, too. But there had been a void between her and her husband. It was his attitude as much as anything. His feeling that she was his for the taking. Anytime, anywhere almost. Mitch had even tried to talk her into a quick lay in one of the changing booths at the boutique. The boutique another rift between them. Margaret loved her little store. The rustle of fresh, new dresses. The happy smiles of young girls adorning themselves in the bright cheery booths to step out and twirl before the mirrors. Mitch hated the place. He saw it only as a tax write-off, a folly that entertained his bored wife. If only he knew what really bored her!

She thought of their last fuck as she sauntered back across the room. She stopped by the dresser and dug for a fresh pair of panties. She heard a rustling in the bed, knew that Mitch was looking at her white ass cheeks. She pinched them in instinctively. The last fuck had been much like the ones before. Mitch was the kind of man who could not restrain his passions. She was the weak partner in his fantasies, the one to be abducted or forced or raped. Yes, raped. It was the first time she'd thought of it like that. But that was exactly what Mitch really craved. He wanted to overpower the woman. He wanted to shove her full of his cock and then spurt quickly while she still squirmed in fear and shock. Margaret had not reached orgasm with her husband in more than three years. Oddly enough, she thought of him as a desirable, sexy man. But his idea of how a woman should behave while under a man's body was archaic.

"Hey, you look good today," Mitch said suddenly. Margaret had been about to step into her panties. She paused, tuned to look at him. He was on his back, the sheet thrown away from his nakedness. He had an enormous erection. And though Margaret had tried to remain aloof to his charms, she felt the familiar surge of blood between the lips of her pussy. She felt the tingle of want deep inside her hungry body. Why did she keep wanting him? He was such a God damned lousy lover. For a month she'd resisted letting him even so much as touch her. Because she knew that it would only lead to frustration and anger and tears. There was nothing worse than almost coming. And Mitch was an expert at doing that to her. He seemed almost to sense when she was about to scream in utter ecstasy. And then he'd grunt and grab her viciously and grind out his own hot semen.