Rex Taylor: Turned on family

"It's a long story," she sighed, "and I don't know if you're gonna like all of it. But you better sit down, 'cause you'll have to hear it sooner or later."

And she told him how Laurel had called her over, chewed her out for fucking him. Jamie and Sean? That was better left till later, she decided. She described vividly the intrusion of the three degenerates, seeing his knuckles clench and go white as he thought of that crowd invading the sanctity of his home. And she told him, sparing no details, how the gang had carried her and Laurel off and had raped them, until Dennis' fortunate arrival had cut short the perverted orgy.

"My God," he said. "Where is she? Is she all right?"

"She's upstairs," Robin said, and as he moved towards the steps she caught him with, "but there's something you ought to know before you go up."

He turned, tense, and she added quickly, "The last time I saw her, she was getting ready to fuck Dennis."

"I'll kill him!" Sam growled, but Robin caught his hand.

"Hey, there," she countered. "Isn't turnabout fair play? Besides, she needed it. To help her forget. Remember how I was yesterday afternoon?"

Sam nodded. "All right, Robin. I get the message. You coming up with me?"

He took her hand and they went up to the bedroom, pausing in the open doorway. Laurel and Dennis were screwing up a storm on the big bed, her legs in the air, her lips frothing as she took his cock in her cunt again and again. Her arms clutched him fiercely and she turned her mouth to his for a hungry, desperate kiss.

"Isn't that sweet," Robin whispered. "I think she's getting over it."

Sam's arm encircled her, cupping a tit. "I know something else that's sweet," he teased, and his face nuzzled into her blonde hair. "And turnabout is fair play, Robin."

They stripped in the doorway and piled onto the bed next to Laurel and Dennis. There was plenty of room for four. Dennis did a double take when he saw Robin stretch out naked and golden beside him, and he did a triple take when he saw Sam Willis with a bulging hard-on. "Hi," he said, not knowing what else to say.

Sam lay down on his back, nodding in reply, and he held his prick upright for Robin. She settled down upon him, giving an oooohh as she took his cock into her warm cunt hole. She was hot and wet from watching Dennis and Mrs. Willis screw, and she was ready for some real fucking. Robin had things to forget, just as Laurel did.

Her greasy cunt slid down, sucking in Sam's hard pole, and Robin eased downward until her perineum grazed his balls. His dick was big and thick and comfortable and she twisted herself from side to side, just enough to get the full benefit of his big dong.

Laurel was humping like crazy beneath Dennis, kicking her heels in the air, begging him to fuck her, and the bed rocked so vibrantly that Sam and Robin really had little to do. The shaking of the mattress beneath them provided a perfect screwing rhythm for them, and all they had to do was hang on.

Dennis was thrusting harder by the moment, his ass muscles tightening and straining in a way that Robin knew well. She watched over her shoulder, holding her breath, working with him, and when he thrust forward with a sighing cry she matched it with a sympathetic call of her own. He grabbed Laurel around the waist and pulled her against him, jackrabbiting his cum into her sucking twat. The woman resisted her natural impulse for only a moment before she, too, erupted in a lurching, wailing orgasm that wrapped her legs around Dennis like iron bars.

It was the most exciting thing Robin had ever seen, to watch her guy fuck another woman to a peak of delight, to know that someone else was tasting the kind of loving that had brightened her entire life. She began to hump faster on Sam, wanting the two of them to share a come with Laurel and Dennis. Her cunt twisted and jerked on his impaling rod, teasing it to more vigorous action. He seemed to have the same desire, for he grabbed her by the hips and rocked her up and down with the fury of his assault. Each time his dick slammed its way up into her slick channel her cuntlips spread acceptingly, pressuring her throbbing clit. Robin squirmed, she squealed, and before Laurel's orgasmic moans had quite died away Robin added her own to the symphony. In another moment Sam lunged upward and filled her snatch with his cum.

It was dripping out of her cunt as fast as he could squirt it in, but Robin didn't care. Her pussy muscles were milking his rod dry and she rode him happily. But the pleasure of the moment wore thin and drifted away, leaving behind only its memory, and she settled into a pleasant perching upon Sam's softening dick.

Laurel's voice cut into the silence. "Sam," she said, giving the first indication she knew he was there, "I guess Robin told you."

"Everything," he assured her, "but as long as you're okay."

"I love you," she replied. Her hand slid across the bed, searching for his, finding it. Robin saw it and she knew what she must do. She picked herself up, allowing Sam's dick to slide out of her twat, and she tapped Dennis on the shoulder. He lifted himself from the grip of Laurel's legs, and the Willises came together on the bed.

Their lips met and their bodies touched, and almost before Robin knew it, Sam had a hard-on once again and began inserting his cock inside his wife's cunt. Laurel took it with a cry of gratification, and she was once more the beautiful woman Robin had admired so much yesterday. The careworn, trembling lady who had assailed her in the kitchen earlier today was gone, and Robin hoped it would be a permanent absence.

She took Dennis' hand and they got off the bed, searching for their clothes. Sam left off fucking for a moment and turned to follow them with his eyes. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"We figured we'd be going," Robin explained, holding her shirt.

"Oh, no!" Laurel protested. "Stay, please."

"Damn right," Sam grunted. "After all, I think the four of us are pretty good friends by now."

Robin looked into Dennis' face, waiting for his decision. He shrugged. She tossed herself onto the bed, legs spread and waiting, and she purred, "Come and get me, tiger!"

Jamie Willis kicked at a pebble beside the front doorstep. Sean followed her at a respectable distance. If they came in together, if they were talking or smiling, Mom would pitch a bitch. She was positive of that. Besides neither of them had anything to be worked up about. They'd spent the afternoon at the movies, watching a pair of crummy films on a double bill.

She stopped outside the door. "I bet we're gonna catch hell when we get inside," she told her brother. "All because you had to spill the beans. Daddy's home, too. I bet she's told him. He'll probably take a belt to you or something. Whose cars are those other two, tough? The Pinto and the Mustang?"

Sean shook his head. "We better go on inside," he said. Jamie sighed and opened the door.

Even downstairs it sounded like a mattress testers' convention was going on up there. The kids looked at each other big-eyed.

"Listen to that!" Jamie giggled.

"Yeah," said Sean. "I'll bet they didn't even hear us come in."

Jamie's face brightened. "Let's see what's going on."

She led the way upstairs on cat feet. From the head of the steps they could see that their parents' bedroom door was open, and the kids agreed silently that maybe they should try to sneak a peek.

Crouching, they peered around the doorframe, unable to believe what they were seeing. Mom was on her back, Daddy kneeling astride her chest, driving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. She ate his prick wolfishly, greedily, making great slurping sounds as she swallowed his huge dick. Jamie's eyes were enormous as she took in the sight, but what made her shiver with a feeling she couldn't name was the presence of still another couple on her parents' bed.