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Chapter 16

Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow, and their cute little nipples were quivering.

Like her mother, Regina thought warmly-give the girl a prick rubbing against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his ass, and one of them found his hard cock.

Dale said, "That's right, baby-squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand, because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little pussy."

Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft.

"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape.

"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a very beautiful girl, Bill."

Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead.

"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"

Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."

Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight, she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open mouth.

"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just eat them up."

"And you probably will," he said. "But yes-I see what you mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until they come."

Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch the kids."

Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much.

Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby-oh shake that great ass!

Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and fuck like a mink."

Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"

Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress was all about.

She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting what's left over-"

She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.

"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second-Bill-"

He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now."

She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body, remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better a full-sized prick would be.

Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased anus.

On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby-oh wow! I'm going to come-going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"

And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too-ah, your prick is hard and long-longer than my guy's shaft-not as big as Daddy's cock-but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother-ahhh!"

Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to take him inside.

Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.

Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good.

Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and along her throat to shower from her open mouth.

But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on, the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.

He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since he stopped screwing her.

When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring transfixed at what they had watched, a variation neither of them had ever attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed his cock from her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it. Then she swung herself erect with a feeling of triumph, because she had taken on a new dimension; she had experienced another kind of physical love, and now had touched just about all the bases.

Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick succession, and felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then walking to the center of the floor, she lay down and held up her arms to her son.

"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"

Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie down beside mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top Mother."

Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass touched Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a comfort, Regina thought, a closeness finer than ever before.

Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft out before him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like this, with his daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought.

And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed between her thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his greasy cock against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock into his wife, saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the rigid length of the boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of her cunt.

Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared up at him, at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed from her mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched with intense concentration as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift higher and higher until the toes were pointing at the ceiling.

Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to rest in the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then Monica squeezed her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me, and it's wonderful.

But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy nest of his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as if to say: I understand, and bless you.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.

Regina said, "Fuck me, son."

Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly together, sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her daughter's ass as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind them all even closer, to make a circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally shared, so that their blissful fucking was spread throughout all their bodies at the same time.

Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina made it a more perfect circle by making contact with her husband. Their mouths met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth into her gasping mouth in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and out of his daughter's fine, clenching pussy.

Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with prideful thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just as much a man, that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly.

Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his tongue. From somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her aching tits, and she thought the hand was Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina, and her clit was threatening to tear loose from its moorings. Regina hunched to her son's cock and let herself go completely.

She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm. The tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first did not matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad cries of rapture and the panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the noises a wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched pussy. There was a symphony of flesh upon flesh and the segue of skins.

Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling. She felt hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely aroused cunt, and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip.

She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and she threshed in an orgiastic voluptuousness that made her brain expand.

Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held together by pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for an uncountable period of time, one object turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions that fused them.

Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back to the world, she found herself looking up into the serious face of her daughter.

"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love you so much."

Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear. We all love each other now-deeply and fully. It's going to be wonderful around here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as we all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love, darling."

Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."

Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and have another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she could probably run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy.

She thought of the house across the yard, of four other people who were just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the heretofore forbidden mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and reveling in the joy of the destruction.

Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker-four lovely, sensuous people-would now widen the circle of love to include the Abbotts.

Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be like to have eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting things.

But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and opened her eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence. She saw her son, his prick drooping only a bit-and her husband, with his cock bent in the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her lovely daughter, with the froth of semen gleaming on her pussy hairs.

It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy one.