James Barton: The family gets it on

Skippy pulled his prick from her asshole and Linda felt another boy frantically poke her there. "Easy!" she told him, and released her hold on one of the cocks to help him guide his prick into her ass.

"Jesus," the boy said, "she must like it – she's helpin' me put it in!"

Then both her arms were released and two fresh pricks took the place of the two she had jacked off – and then she had another one in her mouth as the boys sitting beside her reached under to play with her tits as she jerked them off.

Linda lost track of the number of cocks that shot off in her mouth and ass, and her arms became streaked with cum as she jacked off those too anxious to wait their turn. Then, she realized that someone was cheating as a new prick pushed by her sucking lips and she tasted something vile and acrid… and faintly familiar. She opened her eyes on the brink of her own fifth climax and found Skippy grinning down at her.

"Suck me off, baby!" he told her, and shoved his cock in her mouth.

She pulled off momentarily and spit. "Least you could do is wipe it off!" she told him angrily.

Obligingly, he picked up her crumpled panties, wiped off his swollen prick, then offered it to her again.

"You still gonna take me to the dance?" she asked.

He laughed. "We are gonna take you to the dance – aren't we, guys?" And the others laughed.

Well, they could laugh if they wanted, she thought, but what other girl could say she had been taken to a dance by the entire volleyball team?

Finally they had exhausted themselves and Linda was left lying on the mattress, soggy now with cum and her own juices. As she lay there tiredly, she realized that she had missed her biology class. "Damn!" she cursed loudly at the thought, and wondered if she would be able to get an excused absence from the class.

She sat up, found her soiled panties and began to wipe herself off. She found the string to the tampon and realized that not one of them had tried to fuck her cunt… and she was a little disappointed about that. She was almost through her period, and to confirm that, she pulled the tampon out, then put it in, then pulled it out, and she closed her eyes as she sat back, her pan ty-covered hand pulling the soggy cotton object in and out of her juicing cunt.

"By gar!" she heard, and opened her eyes to find Swede standing by the corner of the furnace, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Linda noticed the obvious bulge in his coveralls and tried to cover her tits and cunt with her hands.

"Oh… no, don't stop, Missy…" he said breathlessly. "By God, don't you stop!" and he advanced to the edge of the mattress, rubbing the bulge beneath his clothing.

She dropped her hand tentatively to her knee, then moved the other away and decided if the old man wanted a show to keep his mouth shut, she needed a good cum from her cunt anyway.

As Linda began frigging herself again, Swede came forward as if drawn by a magnet. She watched through half-closed eyes as he unbuckled the straps of his coveralls and let them fall to his knees.

Linda gasped as Swede's prick sprang forth – it was the biggest prick she had ever seen in her life. She swallowed thickly and reached out to touch it. As her fingers closed around it, she realized just how huge it was – she could not get her hand completely around it! Swede sank to his knees before her and moaned, "Gar… by gar!"

Linda let go of the gigantic cock and reached out with both hands, shoving Swede gently backward. As he lay back, his mouth wide and his prick standing straight in the air, Linda climbed atop him and took hold of his cock. She shoved the meaty head into her wet cunt and told him, "Fuck me, Swede… fuck me where they wouldn't!"

"Oh… oh…" he groaned, and his eyes bulged from his head as his prick began to jerk wildly, the head of it barely inside her clasping cunt.

"No…" she squealed as she felt him cumming, "not yet, you old sonofabitch! Not yet!" and she stuffed more of his prick inside her as he shot his load and she felt the hot cum oozing out to run down her leg. "Oh, damn!" she cried, and blinked as she looked at him.

Swede was holding onto the sides of the mattress with both hands and his mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Frightened, Linda jumped up and grabbed her skirt and sweater and ran to the end of the furnace where she stopped and looked back. The old man's prick was still twitching and oozing cum, but his eyes had rolled back in his head and he wasn't breathing!

No mention was ever made about the volleyball team incident in the basement, for all of the boys were frightened they might be implicated in the latest school scandal. Swede had been found the next morning, cold and stiff on the mattress behind the furnace, and the rumor was that one portion of his aged body had been particularly stiff. And the story went on to say that he died with a smile on his face.

Tom fought the urge to cry out as he felt himself cumming. His right hand held one of Suzy's tits and his left was furiously finger-fucking her cunt. Then he came in long hot spurts and as the sensation finally passed, it was as though he had just awakened from a trace. Tom realized what he had done!

Oh, God, he thought wildly, she can't possibly still be asleep! And he felt his prick softening and beginning to slip from her tight asshole. He fought for breath as he relaxed his hold on her and eased her forward onto the bed; his prick popped out of her ass and fell limply against his leg as he swallowed thickly and looked down at the still form of his lovely stepdaughter. How could she sleep through that? he wondered. But it appeared that she had as she lay quietly on her pillow, a serene look on her face – and Tom could have sworn he heard her sigh deeply.

Outside the door of the bedroom, a dazed Linda withdrew the rubber bone from her cunt and shuddered. She blinked as she saw her husband bend over the sleeping form of her daughter and cover her thoughtfully. With great shame, she laid the bone aside and wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. Surely if it had taken place, Susan would have been awakened – and it was obvious that she was asleep.

She saw Tom turn away from the bed and walk toward the bathroom, and as he did, she stood quickly and scampered back in their room. She lay quietly beneath the sheet, her eyes closed, and tried to separate fact from fantasy, but exhausted as she was from her multiple orgasms, reason evaded her and she wondered simply if perhaps she hadn't dreamed the whole thing… then she wondered if her trip to Susan's door had taken place at all as she heard the toilet flush. Hadn't Tom only been gone a few moments?

The bathroom door opened quietly and Tom returned to the bed, slipped beneath the sheet and turned onto his side. Linda lay there, and as her husband began to snore lightly, she thought: That bastard – he didn't even kiss me goodnight!

As usual, Tom was the first of the household to awaken. As the sun broke the horizon and dissolved the low coastal fog over the beach resort, he climbed from his bed and stretched, then went into the bathroom. Humming to himself as he showered, he thought idly of his midnight tryst with the sleeping girl in the next bedroom.

Thank God she didn't wake up! he thought, then wondered if she were still taking the sleeping pills prescribed by her psychiatrist.

Linda had never gone into any detail regarding her teenaged daughter's "trauma", as it was called, or how that trauma had come about. And Tom really hadn't given it too much thought. It was fashionable, he supposed, to have one's own psychoanalyst in addition to attending a private school. Besides, it hadn't cost him a dime – the girl's real father paid ample child support and so long as Linda felt that Susan needed special attention, who was Tom to question it? And as he soaped himself, he began to recall the details of the night before, and his prick stiffened in his hand as he thought of the golden girl in the next room…