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PP-8016 Mom's Summer Camp Swap by Steve Masters


Chapter 1


"OOOHHHH ... SUCK THEM ... SUCK THEM ... THAT'S IT BUT DON'T TAKE MY 
CLOTHES OFF YET ... JUST SUCK THEM THROUGH THE BLOUSE ... OH, THAT'S IT 
... OHHH, BABY ... OHHHH ..."

Mavis Richards pulled up short at the sound of the moans drifting out 
through the cabin window. At first she'd had some trouble telling just 
what the sound was. It had almost sounded like someone in pain. But if 
it was pain, it was sweet pain, there could be no doubt about that now. 
No sir, no doubt at all.

Someone seemed to be getting it on, and getting it on very hot and 
heavy indeed, and they didn't seem to mind at all who knew about it!

Mavis took a moment to look around and get her bearings. She and the 
kids had only arrived at Sunny Acres earlier that morning, and she 
still was working at getting the layout of the place straight in her 
mind.

Now she had it. She was behind cabin Number Seven. One of the units 
that had been rented out by the owner before she and her children had 
arrived to take charge for the summer. Number Seven ... Number Seven 
... her mind clicked back until she had it. Of course! The Jordans ...

"Ohhhh, Mike ..." the voice from inside the cabin crooned again. "Ohhh, 
you know how to keep your woman so happy ... ohhhh, darling ... ummm 
... mmmmm ... work your tongue like that some more ... uhmmmm ... ohhhh 
..."

Mavis Richards took another look around her, feeling the blood begin to 
race a little more hotly through her veins, to begin pounding at her 
temples.

There was no one around. She had been coming down the thickly foliaged 
pathway that ran behind some of the cabins, on her way back to the 
office after a brief stroll through the woods. She could not only not 
see anyone from where she now stood, but the area was so overgrown with 
shrubs and trees that she was quite certain that she herself could not 
be seen either.

Mavis was an attractive, slim, extremely well-preserved brunette in her 
early thirties, and even the somewhat confused frown that now bent down 
the corners of her lush mouth could not mar the earthy, sensual beauty 
of her softly sculpted face.

Yes, Mavis was confused. Confused, and torn. Torn between knowing what 
she wanted to do, and knowing that she shouldn't do it!

Could anyone blame Mavis for wanting to peek? Especially considering 
how long--how very, very long--it had been since she'd had a man of her 
own?

The next series of moans from the window made up the young mother's 
mind for her.

"Ohhhh, Christ, Mike ... that's it ... finger me through the jeans ... 
ohhhh, Lord -"

Mavis gulped so loudly that she was somewhat surprised that the young 
couple inside couldn't hear her. But of course that was foolish. Even 
if the noise had been that loud, they certainly had enough other 
diversions to occupy their attentions, didn't they?

Well, it sure sounded like they did and, despite her more rational 
inclinations to the contrary, Mavis Richards planned to find out for 
sure.

She parted some bushes and took the last remaining step to the back 
wall of the cabin. The nipples under her clinging summer blouse were 
erect and hard, poking through the sheer material as if they were 
trying to escape. As the branch of a nearby tree brushed across the 
excited tips, Mavis felt a tremor course through her body that 
surprised her as much as it excited her.

I really am turned on! she thought to herself. This ... this is crazy! 
I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know it's not right, but ... I'm 
soooo excited!

With this last battle over her conscience won, Mavis drew her face 
closer to the open window. She peeked slowly around the sill, 
cautiously at first, and then throwing caution to the wind as she 
caught an eyeful of the scene before her, and as she realized how safe 
she was from danger of discovery.

It was very doubtful, to say the least, that either of the people in 
the bedroom before her would bother taking the time out from what they 
were doing to gaze out a window!

Mavis peered in just as the girl on the bed gave another long, lusty 
moan.

"Mmmmm ... Mike ... I love it, baby ... I love it ... ohhhh, suck my 
nipples, baby ... mmmmmm ..."

The young couple was stretched out across the large queen-size bed, 
which was still made. They were both fully dressed, casually in jeans, 
but it was obvious that they weren't going to stay that way for long!

Mike Jordan was a firm-muscled, husky brute of a young man, and at that 
moment he was pumping the upper thigh of one of his legs up and down 
across the crotch of the girl under him. At the same time his head was 
bowed and he was playing with one of her firm young titties, and 
sucking hard at the other one through the material of her blouse.

This was driving shapely, red-haired Lana Jordan more than a little 
crazy! From the window, Mavis could see wet, clinging material holding 
lovingly to the boob which Mike was kneading with his strong left hand. 
Apparently that had been sucked and nibbled through the blouse too, the 
same way he was now going after the other one.

Mavis watched as Mike had his fun with his young wife's quivering 
titties. The sucking sounds he made as he drew the material of the 
blouse into his mouth filled the room. Once the material, and the 
titty-tip beneath it, were deep in his sucking mouth, he set his tongue 
and teeth to work, flicking, licking and nibbling, while all the time 
continuing to hand-play the other boob and work his knee around the 
tight crotch of the girl's jeans.

"Lord, now ... NOW," panted the redhead. "Take my clothes off, honey 
... strip me ... please ... strip me and fuck me ... I'm-I'm dripping 
wet for you, baby!!"

At the window, Mavis bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes glued 
unblinkingly on the scene before her. In her fascination she did not 
even realize that one of her hands had dipped down to one of her own 
titties; that as she watched young Lana Jordan get her boobs fiddled 
with, so did she begin to stroke one, and then the other, of her own 
aroused nipples through the material of her blouse.

You think you're horny, she felt like saying out loud to the chick on 
the bed. Honey, if only you knew how lucky you are. If you only knew 
how long it's been since I've had a man with a good mouth and a good 
tongue and good hands, running them over my hot boobs!

On the bed, Mike Jordan was more than happy to comply with his young 
bride's wishes. He propped himself back up off her, resting on his 
haunches, and undid the buttons of her blouse, doing it slowly, one 
button at a time, to heighten the effect on her.

The girl was so horned up that she could hardly keep still, twisting on 
the bedspread and bringing her own hands down between her legs. The tip 
of her tongue was out between her wet lips and her breath was coming in 
short, choking gasps as she diddled her pussy through the material of 
her jeans.

"H-hurry, honey," she panted. "I've got to have you ... I need that big 
hard prick of yours up my cunt sooo bad ... hurry ... hurry, please!!"

Handsome Mike Jordan chuckled as his eyes dropped to her fingers 
ravaging her crotch.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked teasingly. "Is your old man too slow for 
you?"

She giggled as his fingers worked free the last button of her blouse 
and parted it over the freckled, milky whiteness of her smooth 
shoulders.

"My old man's just perfect!" she said, propping herself up on one 
curved arm. "It's just that I just realized how selfish I've been. 
You've been doing all the work! Lay down, honey, and let me go to work 
on you!"

Mike Jordan gave a lusty laugh. "Okay, baby," he grinned. "Anything to 
keep peace in the family! But not until I get to see that fine ass and 
pussy of yours!"

Unfastening her jeans, he rolled them and the girl's panties down her 
sexily curved legs, taking the clothes and tossing them in a ball 
somewhere across the room. Then he settled back with his head on a 
pillow, his arms curved behind his neck, and an expectant smile on his 
strong, handsome face.

"Okay, you foxy little bitch," he grinned. "Go ahead and let's see what 
you can do!"

Lana accepted the invitation with a purr. She knelt beside him and 
leaned over to work at the buttons of his shirt, and her full, healthy 
young titties swayed breathtakingly before his face, the erect nipples 
hard and red like tiny cherry candies, just waiting to be nibbled.

But Mike held off. She wanted to do the work for a while, and that was 
just fine with him! He closed his eyes and sighed with contentment as 
she undid his shirt and slipped it from him, her long-nailed fingers 
scraping and teasing lightly across the flesh of his chest, titillating 
him like some soft erotic summer breeze.

Outside the cabin, Mavis Richards felt her breath catch in her throat 
at the sight of that bared, bronzed chest with its mat of silky 
masculine hair. And now her eyes dropped to the girl's hands as they 
worked at the belt and zipper of Mike's jeans.

Mavis felt the warm, glowing sensation that had been centered in her 
loins since she'd heard that first moan turn into a burning, stabbing 
fire. God, he was a beautiful man. What arms! What a chest! What a 
smile!

The flames that now centered in her pussy grew even hotter as Mavis 
waited to see what kind of a cock this healthy young stud was going to 
have.

And she was not to be disappointed ...

The belt and zipper loosened, Lana Jordan rolled the blue jeans down 
from her husband's hips. He wore no underwear, and all of a sudden ... 
thwappp! It was obvious that playing with his wife had turned Mike on 
more than a little. Freed from the confines of his pants, his healthy, 
aroused pecker snapped to attention and quivered at full staff, ready 
for action.

Two women gasped at the sight of that tool. Lana, because she knew how 
much pleasure it was capable of giving her--how much pleasure it would 
give her horny little pussy in only a few minutes--and Mavis because, 
far from being disappointed, it had excited her even more than she had 
thought it would!

It's beautiful, she thought. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever 
seen in my life ...

Mike Jordan's dick was a thing of natural art, to be sure.

Measuring a full ten inches in length, it seemed to throb at that 
moment with a life of its own, the thick blue veins running along it 
throbbing, pulsating with his need, the tiny gob of pre-cum juice 
oozing from the slit and sparkling in the afternoon sun.

All rational thought had by this time fled from the mind of the young 
mother. She had been swept away by her own horny desires and, almost 
without her knowing it, both of her hands were now busy. She was 
leaning against the outside wall of the cabin, her attention riveted on 
the action within. One hand was still playing with one of her tits. She 
was playing with it hard now, mauling the whole thing with her palm and 
flicking the nipple with her thumb. At the same time her other hand had 
drifted down to the crotch of her slacks, and she was gently rotating 
her middle three fingers over the mound of her burning twat. Even 
through the material she could feel the warm wetness that was oozing 
there.

Her breath was shallow and hurried. She was unaware of the beads of 
perspiration on her smooth, lovely forehead. The fingers of both hands 
moved faster and faster.

My God, she thought. What I wouldn't give for a man of my own right 
now. For a cock to be thrust up my own hot pussy. Ohhh, I need it so 
bad. I need it so very bad ...

Inside the cabin, Lana had by this time gotten over the initial thrill 
she always experienced when she first set eyes on her husband's prick. 
She knew damn well what a lucky girl she was, to not only have a man so 
endowed, but to have a man who knew how to use what Nature had given 
him! Without further ado, she got down to business.

Kneeling beside him, she took his balls in one of her hands and began 
playing with them, kneading them, while with the other hand she 
commenced stroking the tower of muscle with smooth, long caresses.

Now it was Mike's turn to moan.

"Ohhh, go to it, doll," he gasped. "Go to it. You play with me so nice 
... so goddamn nice!"

Gently teasing and squeezing his cum-filled rocks, she let the tips of 
her curved fingers occasionally stray to the puckered rim of his ass, 
and whenever one of the long nails made contact with the sensitive 
flesh, the man would writhe in a fit of pleasure. Occasionally the 
masturbating hand would stop at the very tip of his pulsating cock and 
the nails of her other hand would waggle teasingly back and forth just 
beneath the head. Then the steady up-down stroking would continue, and 
before long Mike Jordan's hips were pumping like crazy.

More than once he seemed on the verge of cumming, of exploding his hot 
cream all over her stroking hand. But each time she sensed him ready to 
erupt, the fingers would slow down, she would let the embers of his 
lust cool, but again only momentarily, and then the maddening up-down 
motion, and the teasing ass-scratching, would continue.

Mike reached up and palmed her swaying, melon-like titties. His eyes 
were closed with passion.

"Baby ... baby, please ... you know what I like," he groaned. "Your 
mouth ... take my prick in your mouth ... suck it, baby ... you know 
what I like ... please ..."

"It's coming, baby," she promised softly. "It's coming ... and you will 
be too."

So saying, as she continued what she was doing with both of her hands, 
she bent forward and, parting her lips slightly, began nibbling and 
tongue-flicking around Mike's neck and ears. Coming around to his face 
she kissed him long and passionately.

And then she began the long, slow, teasing trek downward. His hips 
arched up in anticipation and he slid both his hands to the sides of 
her head, letting his fingers run and curl through her long red hair. 
His whole body seemed to grow tense.

A long, low moan escaped his lips. "Ohhhh, Christ, baby," he sighed. 
"That mouth of yours ... you know just what to do with it ..." Down 
across his chest her parted, teasing lips moved, until they came to his 
nipples. She stopped there, nibbling and teasing at one with her 
flashing white teeth, and then at the other; teasing them just the way 
she liked to have her titties played with. And all the while her hand 
pumped up and down on his thick, horny cock.

"Oohhhh ... ummmm ..." he groaned, lost in his own wild, swirling 
vortex of lust. "Ooooo ... I can't wait, Lana ... suck me, mama ... 
suck me ..."

But Lana, was not to be hurried.

After teasing his nipples for nearly two minutes, she continued the 
trip downward. Everywhere her mouth touched, she delivered delicious 
little butterfly kisses to his quivering torso, the teeth biting and 
teasing, the tongue swirling, while one of her hands kept right on 
masturbating his hard-on and the other finger-fucked his pulsating 
asshole.

Lana Jordan was one fine lover, and Mike Jordan damn well knew it. 
Every nerve in his body was tingling and aching for release!

At last, Lana made it. She nuzzled through his wiry forest of pubic 
hair, and her flicking tongue finally came to rest at the base of his 
massive, excited cock.

With both of her hands still busy, she now added another dimension to 
his pleasure as she puckered her lips and blew a hot, teasing stream of 
air up and down the length of his cock, giving it an occasional kiss 
along the route.

She looked up along the length of his body and their eyes met. "What 
would you like now, my big horny bull?" she asked him with a smile.

He couldn't help but moan. "Y-you know damn well what I want, baby," he 
gasped. "Mouth-fuck me, mama ... please ... let me screw your face ..."

"Sure, baby," she said softly. "Sure."

Moving her hand from his ass for a moment, she used it to cup his 
tight, aching balls. With the other hand she lightly grasped his prick 
about halfway up. Then, flicking her tongue across her lips until they 
were wet and glistening with saliva, she opened her sensuously shaped 
mouth, bowed her head, and allowed the full length of hard, hot meat to 
slide into her, until the throbbing red head was rubbing against the 
inside of her throat.

The instant this happened, Mavis Richards knew what she would have to 
do. There was no other way. Her throat was so thick she couldn't have 
spoken to save her life right then. Her nipples ached for another's 
touch. But, more important than any of that, was her pussy.

Her hot, burning pussy.

Her pussy that needed attention so bad. Her pussy that burned with lust 
just beneath the material of her slacks, from both the sights and 
sounds taking place before her, as well as from the attention she was 
giving it with her own rotating, pleasure-giving fingers.

Her pussy ... dripping, quivering, staining both her panties and her 
slacks until her fingertips that played there were moist from her 
juices.

As Lana Jordan began giving her husband head, Mavis Richards could not 
help but moan.

God, they're beautiful, she thought. So sexy, so beautiful. Oh my God 
look at them ... look at her fine young body ... look at that lovely 
cock, ready to fill her with gobs of hot cum ... listen to them moan 
... ohhh ... ohhh my pussy needs it so bad ... I-I have to do it! I 
have to!!

Giving one last, hurried look around to make sure that no one was 
watching, Mavis did not waste another moment. The hot need for sex 
would not let her!

She leaned back against the cabin, taking her eyes from the couple 
within for just an instant, and undid the belt and zipper of her jeans. 
She was really breathing hard now. Gasping, was more like it. She 
couldn't remember ever having been so turned on.

Oh sure, ever since Vic had divorced her those many years ago, she had 
done her share of masturbating, but it had always been in total 
privacy, with the lights off, with only vague fantasies to turn her on 
and get her off. But this ... this was real! This was no fantasy. There 
were real people toying and playing with each other in there, and it 
was more exciting than anything Mavis Richards had ever known.

With the slacks undone, she slid them down her legs. Lifting one leg, 
she slipped her foot out of them. And that was all she had time for. 
There was no time for the other leg. Not now. Now there was only time 
to do it!

When she looked back in the window, she saw that, although she had been 
away for only an instant, things had changed.

Apparently, good as Lana Jordan's deep-throat technique was, Mike had 
chosen to go the pussy route. Or maybe Lana herself had begged to get 
on with it, so that she too could get back in the swing of things.

In any event, when Mavis peered in this time, Lana was stretched out on 
her back sideways across the bed with her legs wrapped tightly around 
her husband's waist, and his ass was quivering before Mavis' eyes as he 
fucked away at the lovely red-haired bitch.

"Ahhhh ... uuummmm," Lana moaned. "Fuck me, baby ... fuck me ... fuck 
me ... fuck me ... ahhh ... mmmm ..."

Mavis stared unblinkingly at the fuck action on the bed while both of 
her own hands went immediately to work. Her left hand cupped her left 
tittie through her blouse and her thumb and index finger went to work 
on the nipple, teasing and twisting and pulling at it with wild 
abandon. Her right hand dropped to the hot bush between her legs.

She was dripping wet already, her cum juices dribbling down her inner 
thighs. Her index and middle fingers found her erect, burning clitoris 
and started rotating there, and right away tremors of pre-orgasmic 
delight coursed through her turned-on body.

"Ohhhh ... oooooo," Lana groaned inside the cabin.

"Mmmmm ... ahhhh," Mavis moaned outside.

"Uhhhh ... mmmmpppphhhhfff ..." grunted Mike as he fucked his beautiful 
wife.

The couple on the bed was completely gone now, and Mavis was riding 
right along with them, her hand whipping her cunt furiously as Lana and 
Mike ground their torsos against each other, the springs of the bed 
groaning madly beneath them and, for the first time, the sweet, tangy 
scent of their lovemaking actually drifting out across the room and 
through the window to further heighten the sensations racing through 
the horny voyeur's hot body as she finger-fucked herself towards her 
fiery climax.

Lana's long fingernails were clawing and scratching wildly at Mike's 
back.

"Mike ... Mike ... oh, like that ... deep ... deep ... ohhhhh ... deep 
... ohhhh ... mmmmmm ..."

"Ohhh, baby, oh baby," Mike kept groaning over and over as he thrust 
his burning cock in and out of her hot, sucking cunt.

Suddenly Lana grasped him to her with her legs even tighter than 
before. He cupped her firm, quivering ass with his hands and her whole 
body seemed to lift off the bed.

"I-I'm there!!" she screamed. "Ohmygod ... I-I'M ... I'M 
CUMMIINNNGGG!!"

"OHHH BAAABBBYYY!!" Mike gasped, and that was the moment Mavis had been 
waiting for.

"OOOOHHH, MMMPPPHHH ..." she moaned as her cunt exploded under her 
fingers.

They all came together!

Standing there, rocking and swaying against the wall, wave after warm, 
beautiful wave of passion washed over the masturbating mother, as 
inside on the bed the young husband and wife gripped each other 
soulfully, his cock lodged to its full length within her, throbbing and 
exploding its gift of thick, hot cum while her own juices pumped and 
dripped from between them, soaking the bed beneath.

Although it seemed to last for a delicious eternity, the moment of 
Mavis' climax was but perhaps only a half-minute in duration. But even 
at that, it was the most beautiful, thunderous orgasm she could 
remember, and when it had finally flowed from her, she could only pull 
herself away from the window and lean back against the wall for another 
full minute, to catch her breath and let her hammering heart return to 
normal.

Slowly but surely, her senses returned. Taking another look around, and 
seeing that no one had discovered her, she took a last peek over the 
windowsill at the Jordans' bedroom.

Things had slowed down for them too. They lay on their backs now, under 
the covers, and Mike was holding Lana against his side. Both of them 
had contented, lazy smiles on their lips and their eyes were closed ... 
which was a good thing, Mavis suddenly realized with a start. From 
where they lay now, if their eyes had been open, they could not have 
helped but see her peering in on them.

This realization helped to speed her along on the road to recovering 
her senses, and without taking the time to look in again, she reached 
down and slid back into her slacks.

The warm afterglow of sex was now being replaced by a creeping sense of 
guilt and shame at what she had done ...

But there was no time to entertain such thoughts now. Every moment she 
spent there, she now realized, only increased the chances of her being 
discovered, and discovery ... well, she couldn't even face the prospect 
of that in her mind.

And so, making sure that everything about her was again at least 
relatively in order, Mrs. Mavis Richards left the back wall of the 
Jordan cabin and returned to the sheltered, winding path that led back 
to the woods.

And never once did she see her fifteen-year-old son Billy.

Billy who, from his hidden vantage point behind a tree some three yards 
away, had witnessed the whole thing ...



Chapter 2


Mavis was troubled, and she needed to be alone.

All around her, Nature was in its glory. She had strolled deep into the 
woods after leaving the Jordans' cabin, and it seemed like another 
world out here. Pure and clean and fresh, with the songs of birds and 
crickets filling the afternoon and the scent of the clean air and the 
pine trees causing her senses to tingle pleasantly.

She sank down onto a fallen log with a sigh and looked for a long while 
into space, seeing nothing. But it wasn't another world. It was the 
same world. The same world here in the woods as back there at Sunny 
Acres, behind the cabin of those young newlyweds.

It was the same world ... and it was a confusing one.

Confusing, certainly, to a young mother who had done her best to raise 
her two children by setting a good example. She had been divorced from 
her husband for six years now, and during that time, sure, she had had 
an occasional one-night stand. She was, after all, in the supposed 
prime of her sexual life, wasn't she? But it had always been very, very 
discreet. After all, she didn't want her children growing up thinking 
their mother was some kind of cheap tramp. She had never tried to 
prevent their sexual education, for she was a very aware, modern woman, 
but at the same time ... well, there were just certain standards of 
good moral behavior that a mother of two felt obligated to observe and 
to live by.

And the thing was, it had never been difficult for Mavis Richards to 
live by those standards. She and the kids lived in a modest, middle-
income neighborhood in Milwaukee, and all of their neighbors were 
respectable, middle-aged married couples, generally with two or three 
kids apiece. The times that Mavis had gotten herself laid had been on 
those occasions when she'd ventured out, usually with one or two 
girlfriends from the office where she worked, to the "swinging singles" 
bars that dotted the outlying districts of the city.

Generally, though, her sex life had been restricted to the fingers of 
her right hand, in the dark privacy of her own bedroom after the kids 
were in bed for the night. There was virtually no temptation to stray 
from the straight-and-narrow in the community in which the Richards 
family resided.

At least, that had been the case in Milwaukee.

Sunny Acres, it was now becoming obvious, was going to be another case 
entirely ...

The offer had sounded too good to be true when Mavis had first heard 
it. One of her neighbors two doors down from the house where they lived 
had approached her with it. It seemed that he owned a small summer 
resort in Wisconsin's northern Door County. It was a modest place, this 
resort, with eight small cabins that were rented out by the week. All 
that was required was seeing that the tenants from the week past were 
out by ten a.m. each Saturday. Then all eight units had to be given a 
swift yet thorough cleaning. This had to be done by two, for that was 
when the next week's guests would be arriving. In between, all that was 
required was mowing the lawn and any general maintenance that might 
come up.

It seemed that his sister-in-law, who was a widow, generally oversaw 
the operation, but this year the sister-in-law had saved up enough 
money to go on a trip to Europe, and the neighbor needed someone to 
help him out, for which he was willing to pay a nice salary.

Mavis had thought about it for over a week before accepting. It would 
mean quitting her job at the accounting office where she worked, but 
the job had gotten to be a drag anyway. It was definitely time for a 
change, and what better change than to spend four months in the lush, 
northern woods of Wisconsin, just taking it easy with the kids? She had 
managed to save some money. They could live on what they made managing 
the place for the summer, and the nest egg would see her through the 
time it would take to line up a new job upon their return to Milwaukee 
in the fall.

Yes, all in all it had seemed like a very satisfying way to spend a 
summer. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city; away from the 
people, the noise, the confusion ...

But no, it was obviously not going to be an escape from confusion.

For something had been awakened in Mavis Richards back there behind 
cabin Number Seven that confused her terribly. Something from deep down 
within her--something that she had not even known she contained--had 
risen suddenly, shockingly, to tilt her world completely on edge.

The something had been lust ... pure, wanton, animal desire that, right 
there in broad daylight, had burst forth to consume her entire being 
... to bring her to the point where she had actually had to ... had to 
...

Mavis shivered in shame at the very thought of what had happened back 
there. My God, how could she have been so taken away from her senses to 
... to actually ... to actually masturbate right there, out in the 
open, while she watched another couple make love?

It had been a terrible, terrible thing to do.

But she had loved it!

It had been like nothing the young mother had ever experienced before. 
The moans of those two people had just done something to her, she 
didn't know what. Their moans, and the sight of their trashing, hot, 
eager bodies, and the beautiful sensations that had raced through her 
as her own fingers had diddled her off while she watched.

Even now, in her guilt and confusion, just thinking about what had 
happened back there brought a stirring warmth to the inner walls of 
Mavis' tight, hot pussy; brought a tingling hardness to the tips of her 
full, well-shaped boobs. Made her wish, if only for an instant, that 
she had a man around. A man with a big, strong cock like Mike Jordan's. 
A man who could take that cock and ... and ...

Mavis broke from her daydream with a startled jar. She suddenly 
realized that one of her hands was cupping an aching breast, and that 
the other had slid almost all the way down to the crotch of her slacks-
-the crotch that was still slightly caked from the juices that had 
flowed from her cunt only thirty minutes earlier.

She stood up quickly, more confused than ever, and began walking 
briskly back in the direction of the resort.

What is happening to me? she wondered. What is happening to me?

*   *   *

Young Billy Richards lay in bed stroking his erect, healthy young cock, 
his mind alive with visions of his mother masturbating outside the 
Jordans' cabin window.

Like most boys, Billy jerked off a lot. In fact, Billy would often beat 
his meat once or twice a day. And again, like most boys, he used all 
sorts of ways to get his cock hard, and to reach that lovely, bursting 
moment of self-induced orgasm.

Sometimes he used pictures--he especially liked the ones that showed 
two or more chicks sucking each other off--and sometimes he used books, 
and sometimes he just let his mind play, whipping his root while he 
fantasized about fucking the shit out of some fox he knew at school, or 
had seen on the street, or in a movie. Sometimes he even got himself 
off thinking about his sister, Debby, although there hadn't been much 
need to do that lately.

At least, there hadn't been much need to fantasize.

Because about six months earlier, the relationship between Billy and 
Debby had taken a new turn. It had all started one cold wintry evening 
when Billy had walked into her bedroom without knocking ...

Thirteen-year-old Debby Richards was just in the first stages of 
blooming womanhood. She had a little ways to go before her titties 
would reach the full firmness of her mother's, but her teenager's ass 
was already well-rounded and fine and it was more than obvious that, 
before long, she was going to be one gorgeous piece of woman.

She wasn't gorgeous yet; cute was more the word that seemed to best 
describe her, with her mother's facial features and her long, brown 
hair. But it was a sexy cute. The kind of cute that made middle-aged 
men turn and watch as she walked briskly by on her way to school; looks 
aimed at that twitching ass under a short skirt, or the perky bounce of 
those lovely, still-blossoming boobs. Many a man's mouth had watered--
and no doubt many a man's and many a boy's dick had gotten hard--at the 
sight of little Debby Richards, because little Debby was a fox. A stone 
fox.

A stone fox who, though she had lost her cherry in the back of a 
station wagon at a drive-in movie one night, and though she still, on 
very rare occasions, went "all the way" with high school dates that she 
particularly liked, retained a virginal innocence that had, for a long 
while, kept most people, including her mom and brother, totally fooled.

But all of that, at least as far as Billy was concerned, changed on 
that fateful night when, forgetting to knock, he stepped into her 
bedroom to ask to borrow a pencil for some homework he was doing.

Mavis had been out with some friends that night and the house was 
quiet, but it was still early and Billy had no reason to suspect that 
his sister would be asleep yet. Without a father, and with their mom 
gone working most of the time, the two children had grown quite close, 
closer than most kids, in fact, and they were almost as much friends as 
brother and sister. And so it was without a second thought that, with a 
cheerful smile on his lips, Billy opened the door to Debby's bedroom 
and began speaking before he was even all the way in.

"Hey, Sis," he started. "The lead in my pencil just broke and I was 
wondering if--"

And that was as far as he got. The smile disappeared from his face and 
the sight that met his eyes temporarily froze him in his tracks.

And what a sight it was!

Little Debby--virginal, thirteen-year-old Debby--lay stretched out 
across her bed, masturbating ... and loving every second of it! The 
scent of her aroused, horny young cunt filled the room.

She was wearing a babydoll nightie of filmy, lacy cotton that stopped 
just above the panties. Only she wasn't wearing the panties now. They 
were in a tangled ball on the floor alongside the bed. With one hand 
she was reaching under the top of the nightie, playing with her 
nipples, and with her other hand she was wiggling her middle finger in 
and out of her dripping twat. Even from where Billy stood he could see 
that the fingers of her jerk-off hand were wet and slick with cum.

An open paperback book, a porno novel, lay on the bed beside her, but 
she wasn't paying attention to that now. She had passed that stage; 
she'd obviously been going at it for quite a while. Her eyes were 
clamped shut, her breath was coming in gasping, little-girl moans, and 
her hips were rotating and rising and falling in time to the finger 
diddling away at her clit.

"Ohhhhhh ..." she was moaning. "Mmmmmmmmm ... that's sooooo nice ... 
mmmmmmmm ..."

Billy couldn't believe his eyes. It had just never occurred to him that 
young girls jacked off too.

"D-Debby--" he blurted, his hand still holding onto the doorknob.

Her eyes jarred open. Her hand stopped diddling.

"Billy!" she gasped. "Ohh--"

They remained there like that for another moment, both of them trying 
to get a grasp on the situation, both of their minds reeling.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Billy asked dumbly.

She couldn't answer right away. "I-I--" she began, and then she gave a 
whimper. "Oh, my god--"

Billy closed the door and leaned back against it, and a little smile 
played at his lips. He was over the shock of discovering Debby, and his 
mind was quick to grasp what a painful experience this could be for her 
if he didn't handle it just right.

He stepped forward, still smiling. "It's okay, Sis," he said softly. 
"I-I understand what you were doing."

"Oh, Billy--"

He sat down on the bed next to her and touched her in a brotherly 
fashion on the shoulder.

"Heck," he added with a chuckle. "I do the same thing myself, all the 
time."

Debby had taken her hands from her pussy and boobs and had propped 
herself up on an arm to look at him. She was recovering from the shock 
of being discovered.

"R-really?" she asked falteringly.

"Sure," Billy said. "Gee, Sis, it's ... it's something everybody does, 
only ... only they just don't talk about it, know what I mean?"

"And ... and you do it too?"

"I said everybody, didn't I?" He reached over and looked at the book. 
"And what's this my little Sis is reading? SWAPPING WITH MOTHER, eh?"

His grin grew wider as he read the title. "You wouldn't have the hots 
for our mother, would you?"

"Oh, Billy, no," she blushed. "Don't tease me. It was ... it was just 
given to me by one of the girls in my gym class at school. I ... I just 
started reading it and ... I just ... I just had to do something ..."

Billy paged through the book. It did indeed seem to be an especially 
"hot" piece of porno writing. On nearly every page, it seemed, there 
were descriptions of hot thrusting cocks and wet horny pussy and 
swirling tongues and sweating, moaning bodies.

All of a sudden, Billy realized that Debby was giggling.

"Huh, what's that?" he said, looking up from the pages of the book.

"There," Debby said. "You see, you've got no right to tease me about 
that book. Look what happened to you when you started reading it!"

Billy looked in the direction of Debby's gaze, and he felt like 
blushing himself. Underneath the crotch of his tight jeans was the 
clear impression of a hard-on. But not a full-fledged hard-on just yet. 
It was just coming to life as he looked. It had been caused by one of 
the scenes he had glanced at in the book, and it was throbbing, 
growing, even as they watched it.

"I-I guess that proves my point," Billy said after some initial 
embarrassment. "See, the book turns me on too. Nothing wrong with 
that."

"I-I guess not," replied Debby.

"Heck, Sis, that's what happens to me all the time when I read these 
things. There's nothing wrong with it at all. Uhh, you, uh, wouldn't 
mind if I borrowed this book for a while, would you? To take back to my 
room ..."

Their eyes connected and now it was Debby's turn to shoot him a slight 
grin.

"And what is my big brother going to do with the book when he gets 
alone?" she asked.

"Why ... just what you were doing, of course," he said with a laugh.

The atmosphere of the room was completely relaxed now. Debby felt that 
she was one lucky girl to have a brother as together as Billy. He 
always seemed to know how to handle situations.

"All right, Billy," she said softly. "I'll give you the book ... in the 
morning." She smiled. "After I've had my jollies with it."

"Fair enough, Sis," he said, standing, feeling that the conversation 
was over. "And ... I'm sorry I barged in on you like that. I'll be a 
little more thoughtful in the future, I promise you."

"Thanks, Billy. I love you."

"I love you, Sis. Good night."

He turned and started for the door when a new thought hit him. It came 
to him completely by surprise, and he paused with his hand once again 
on the doorknob, not quite sure whether or not it would be cool to 
bring it up.

Debby sensed his hesitation.

"Billy ... is something wrong?"

He turned slowly. "No, Deb. It's just that ... well, I had this idea, 
but ... no, no it's too kinky. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said 
anything. I'll just--"

"Well you've got my interest up now, silly," she said. "What is it? 
Let's hear it."

"Well, uh ... I was just thinking. Y'know, we're both pretty, uh, 
pretty excited right now ..."

"Boy, I'll say ..."

"And, uh, we're probably both going to be ... uh, doing the same thing, 
right?"

"Yes ..."

He closed the door and came back into the room to sit beside her on the 
bed once again.

"Well, I was just thinking," he said slowly. "Do you ... do you think 
it would be too weird if we ... if we did it together ... if we made 
ourselves cum while we ... while we watched each other do it?"

Debby couldn't say why, but the instant she heard the suggestion, the 
nipples on her little titties grew hard all over again and she felt the 
walls of her small, tight pussy grow damp with new juices.

"Oh, Billy ..."

"Let's do it," he pressed. "Sis, I feel like we're really close now, 
after tonight. And, after all, sex is to be enjoyed, isn't it? And it's 
not like we're doing something really kinky. Heck, we don't even have 
to touch each other. I just ... I just think it would be really a turn-
on to watch each other get ourselves off."

"It ... it does sound exciting," Debby admitted in a small voice.

Billy saw that he was close to talking her into it, and he continued in 
his most convincing voice. And it was easy for him to sound convincing. 
Shit, right then he would have given anything to see his baby sister 
once more sprawled out across her bed, fingering her lovely pussy.

"Seeing you like that before really turned me on," he said truthfully. 
"It turned me on even more than the book you were reading. And maybe 
... maybe watching me will turn you on just as much. Gee, Deb, it 
really sounds nice to me. I-I don't see what harm can come of it."

"And I don't either," Debby said, making up her mind. Her eyes drifted 
back to the impression of his now totally hard cock. "Ohh, Billy, it 
looks so big ... so strong. You're right, I do get excited just 
thinking about watching you play with it. Can I ... can I see it now?"

"If I can see what you've got?"

She nodded, but even as she spoke she was unable to take her eyes from 
the bulge.

"It's a deal," she said. "Mmm, Billy, I'm so excited. Let's do it right 
now. We've ... we've got to be careful so we're not caught by mom ..."

"We'll be careful," Billy said. "Yeah, let's do it now. You're not the 
only one who's steamed up, Debby. Jeez, did you look foxy when I walked 
in and saw you. I can't wait to watch you again!"

Together, they slipped out of their clothes: Debby once again out of 
her short, filmy nightie and Billy from his shirt and shoes and socks 
and his tight jeans.

Debby gasped when he finally slid the jeans down his legs and stretched 
out sideways across the bed beside her, so that both of their legs were 
hanging over the edge and only the flesh of their arms was touching. 
Billy's hard young prick stood at full attention, pointing directly at 
the ceiling, and Debby stared at it with wide eyes.

"Goodness," she said in a voice that was half a moan. "It's so big ... 
and strong-looking. Billy, it's ... it's lovely ... and you're so ... 
so excited!"

"What about you?" he grinned. "Look at those beautiful titties of yours 
..."

Young and smallish as they were, Debby's tits were indeed works of art, 
and as they were flattened now because she was lying down, the nipples 
were especially noticeable. They were coral-colored; erect and terribly 
excited.

Billy couldn't help himself. He reached over and ran his hand up his 
sister's warm outside thigh. Her smooth white flesh seemed to quiver 
with excitement under his touch. The tips of his fingers moved over her 
hips, up along her warm, flat stomach, up over her ribcage, and at last 
came to a stop, after the maddeningly slow journey, just beneath one of 
the thirteen-year-old's jugs. He traced the tips of one of his fingers 
across a nipple.

"So nice," he sighed. "Debby, you're soooo nice!"

Debby closed her eyes and moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Billy ... that feels 
so good ..."

Billy just couldn't stop then. He rolled onto his side and brought his 
lips near her ear. His cock and balls ached, he was so horny. He rested 
his free hand on her warm, quivering young thigh, and his hand at her 
boob began feeling her more strongly. He worked his palm in a circular 
motion over the excited nipple.

"Ohh, Debby," he groaned. "I need you, Sis. We need each other ..."

Debby started to moan again, but then came to her senses. With a 
startled gesture, she brought her hand up and slipped her fingers 
gently yet firmly around her brother's wrist.

"Billy ... wait ... no," she said falteringly. "We can't ... we can't 
do that ..."

With a sigh, Billy moved his hand from her thigh and pulled his face 
back from her sweet-smelling hair.

"You're right," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm just so goddamn 
horny!"

Her breathing was coming so fast that Billy could hardly discern her 
words. Her hips seemed to be rotating with a life of their own and a 
thin coating of tangy-smelling sweat covered her body. She had spread 
her legs as far apart as they would go and one of her hands dropped 
down to the bush surrounding her cunt.

"Billy ... Billy," she moaned. "I'm so excited too ... I'M ... I've got 
to make myself cum right now. When you played with my titties, ohh, it 
felt so good ... ohhhhh ... mmmmmm ..."

She had already begun screwing her cunt with her middle fingers. Billy 
felt a dribble of juice seep from the piss-slit of his prick and drool 
down the length of his shaft to sparkle in his pubic hair.

"Debby ... before you cum ... please, lick my palm ... lick it with 
your tongue ... give me that much at least ..."

"I ... I don't understand ..."

"Oh, come on, Sis. Hurry! I want to cum with you ... if I can't feel 
you ... at least let me know that it's ... that it's your spit that's 
helping me get off ..."

"Ohhh, Billy--"

Debby was a "good girl." She'd never heard "dirty talk" before from a 
boy or a man. But now, seeing her brother's immense hard-on, feeling 
her own pussy juices gushing from her teenage twat as she diddled 
herself frantically, and remembering the lovely touch of her brother's 
fingers on her nipples ... the words he spoke, and the horny way he 
spoke them, were almost more than her senses could stand. Her whole 
body began to shudder with delightful sexual quiverings, and she was 
ready to do anything for him to help him feel the thrills she was 
experiencing.

"Oh, yes ... yes, Billy ..." she panted.

She was still holding him by the wrist. She brought his hand down 
toward her hot mouth now and her tongue licked out, covering his palm 
with her spit. Her spit was thick and hot from her excitement.

"Thanks, baby," he groaned. "Oh, thank you ..."

Then he took his hand and began sliding it up and down his horny prick. 
In an instant the shaft was slick and shiny with his sister's saliva. 
He felt his asscheeks tighten as he played with himself faster and 
faster, all the while his eyes drinking in the beauty of his kid 
sister, lying there beside him, holding and playing with one of her 
titties while she lay there moaning and writhing and twisting against 
him, fingering her cunt while her eyes were locked to what he was 
doing!

The bedsprings creaked beneath them as both of their hands moved faster 
and faster. Debby had her feet up on the edge of the bed now, her hips 
bumping and jerking like some topless-bottomless go-go dancer. She was 
moaning, her climax coming on faster, faster, faster.

Their hips slid and rubbed wetly against each other with the sweat of 
their passion as they masturbated side by side, watching each other all 
the while.

"Ohhhhh!" cried Debby at last. "Ohhhh, I'm there ... I'm cumming ... oh 
oh oh oh oh ..."

Her fingers stopped for just a second. Her whole body seemed to lift 
off the bed and just hold like that as the unbelievable strength of her 
orgasm hit her with all the force it had.

"AAAAAAHHHHMMMMMM!" she squealed. "OHHHHH ... I'M 
CUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGG ... OHHHHHHH ... AAAAAAGGGHHHHHMMMMM!!"

It was like a bomb going off. Billy had never seen anything like it. 
She writhed and bucked and twisted on the bed like a soul possessed, 
all the while fingering her cunt and tit, squeezing and pinching them 
in her pleasure.

It was all Billy needed to send him over the edge as well. With one 
last increase in speed, he centered the action of his palm just on the 
head of his roaring dick, and felt the fingers of his free hand grip 
the bedspread as his legs sprung out straight and stiff from the bed's 
edge.

"OHHHHHH ... OHHHHH ... ME TOOOOOO ..." he groaned. "OH DEBBY ... OH, 
SIS ... I'M SHOOTING MY CUM!"

As he gripped his cock with his wet, slippery hand, Billy's load 
exploded from his dick as if fired from a cannon. It was thicker and 
hotter than usual, and there was more of it than usual too. As he 
continued to stroke himself, creamy jets of sperm arced out into the 
air, landing on the bedspread, on his legs, and on Debby's smooth, 
tanned legs as well.

The moment of supreme lust seemed to last forever as both children 
continued to diddle themselves long after the actual moment of orgasm 
had passed, in an attempt to milk every drop of pleasure from the 
experience that they could ...

Yes, that had been the first time, and that was why Billy had lately 
not been fantasizing about Debby as often as he used to when he 
masturbated.

Because the first time had not been the last!

How could anyone expect that it could, considering the unbelievable joy 
it had given the two Richards children?

No, there had been many other times as well, as if the brother and 
sister had discovered a new toy which, in a manner of speaking, they 
had. And as the months passed, the sexual intimacy between the two 
children had increased. While they had never actually balled, they had 
managed to invent a number of variations on their side-by-side diddling 
adventures.

Sometimes one of the kids would read to the other from a porn book, 
read a particularly hot scene, while the other masturbated to a climax.

But the most enjoyable game of all was when brother helped sister get 
off, or vice versa. At times like these, one of the children would lie 
on the bed and the other would masturbate the other to climax, but that 
wasn't all. While Debby was pumping on Billy's hard young shaft, she 
would paint fantasies for him in the most vivid descriptions she knew, 
or sometimes she would relate to him her own sexual fantasies. And of 
course, Billy would do the same for her, whispering hotly into her ear 
the things she liked to hear while he pumped his fingers furiously in 
and out of that hot little cunt that never seemed to be able to get 
enough.

Yes, this was the sex life the two Richards children had been sharing 
for the past six months or so, and they both found it to be quite a 
satisfying one. There seemed to be no reason for either child to 
imagine that anything would change, simply because they had moved from 
Milwaukee for the summer.

No reason at all ...

"Billy, are you at it again?"

At the sound of his sister's voice from across the bedroom, Billy 
temporarily discontinued the mental vision he'd been holding of his 
mother getting her rocks off. He stopped stroking his pecker and looked 
across the room.

Not that he could see anything. It was pitch black. The nights up here 
in Door County weren't like they were down in the city. Up here there 
were no street lamps or headlights driving by every few minutes. There 
was nothing but total stillness, and it was so dark that you couldn't 
see a hand before your face.

Billy and Debby had been asked by their mom before coming up here if it 
would be all right with them if they shared a bedroom. The cabin that 
served as the office and their living quarters was small, much smaller 
than they were used to, and had only a tiny front room which also 
contained the desk for guests to register, and two small bedrooms, one 
on each side of the front room.

Naturally, the kids had not minded at all. In fact, they were more than 
happy to adapt. It made their sex games that much easier to play!

Debby was in her own bed across the room, and Billy had thought she was 
asleep when he'd started toying with his cock. Shit, sometimes it was 
still fun to do it the old way. Getting yourself jacked off by someone 
else was a trip, but when you did it yourself, you could time it just 
so. And besides, this time he wasn't sure if he should confide in his 
sister what he was thinking, the way he usually did. He wasn't sure it 
would be night to tell Debby what he had seen Mom doing to herself that 
afternoon behind the cabin.

But he hadn't counted on his sister's keen ears, and when the slick 
sound of his damp palm sliding up and down his erect shaft had reached 
her ears, she must have known immediately what was going on.

"J-just having a little fun, Sis." he answered softly, with a chuckle.

"Is Mom asleep?"

"I think so. All the lights seem to be off."

"Do you want any company over there?"

The way Debby asked the question, Billy could tell that she expected a 
yes answer but, with his hand still around his dick, he took a moment 
to reply.

"I-I don't know, Sis," he said finally.

"Uh, okay ... nothing's wrong. I ... just feel like getting my own self 
off tonight, y'know?"

"Sure, Billy," she said. "Sure."

There was silence for a moment after that, and then the rustle of 
material from Debby's side of the room, and Billy knew what was 
happening. In another instant the smell of aroused cunt drifted across 
to him, and he knew that Debby was beating herself off too.

Aww shit, he finally thought to himself. What the hell! He knew his kid 
sister well enough to know that she had a kinky streak a mile wide. 
There was no doubt that Debby would really get turned on if he told her 
what he had seen that day. What would be the harm, really?

No, he decided, he was just being selfish in keeping a turn-on like 
this to himself.

"Heck, Sis," he said at last, keeping his voice at a low whisper. 
"Light a candle and come on over here. I got some things to tell you 
that'll give you the cum of a lifetime!"



Chapter 3


With a little laugh of delight, Debby reached over and struck a match 
and lit the candle at her bedside. The children's bedroom was instantly 
illuminated in a warm glow. Billy saw that his sister was nude, and he 
felt his prick give an extra little throb as she came off her bed and 
came over to lie down next to him on his.

"Want to smoke a joint?" he asked.

"Sure," said Debby. "This sounds like it's gonna be a real fun night!"

Billy smiled and squeezed her young round ass. "It always is with you, 
Deb," he told her.

Then he reached under the mattress and came out with the pot. He'd been 
smoking for almost two years now, and he'd turned Debby on shortly 
after that first sex session they'd shared earlier that year.

Billy lit the joint, took a long toke and passed it to his sister.

"I saw something this afternoon that really freaked me out," he said as 
he let the smoke escape from between his lips. "It really freaked me 
out ... and it really turned me on."

Debby took a drag on the number and passed it back.

"It must really be something," she said. "I can't imagine what you 
could see out here at Sunny Acres that could be considered sexy."

Billy grinned. "Oh yeah? Well, dig this. It's not only what I saw, it's 
who I saw doing it!"

Now Debby's interest was really aroused. "Well, let's hear it, big 
brother, let's hear it! Who did you see, and what were they doing?"

Billy took one last look at the closed door of their bedroom to make 
absolutely sure there was no chance of their voices carrying to the 
other part of the house. Then he leaned over closer to his sister as he 
spoke.

"I saw Mom out behind one of the cabins," he said softly. "She was 
listening to something inside--probably someone balling--and ... she 
was beating herself off!"

The pot the kids were smoking was good pot, and both of them, after 
just a few hits, were already experiencing the lighthearted, sensuously 
warm glow that only good pot can deliver.

As soon as Debby heard her brother's news, she felt a lovely heat begin 
building immediately down between her legs. The sensation was 
heightened by the marijuana. Debby had discovered that first night with 
her brother that watching another person masturbate really turned her 
on. But she had never thought of her own mother getting herself off ... 
and now that she did think of it and imagined the sight Billy had seen 
in her own mind's eye, the vision that came to her was deliciously 
exciting!

"Oh, Billy, really? Wh-what did she look like ... was she laying down, 
or standing up ... or what?"

Billy felt his cock begin to rise. This was due in part to the sight of 
his sister sitting there on the bed with him. The flickering light of 
the candle caused her titties and thighs to form lovely, mysterious 
shadows. But his excitement was also due to the fact that he knew Debby 
liked to hear about other people playing with themselves, and with this 
in mind he let his voice drop to a low, husky whisper as he gave her 
the details of the afternoon.

"She was standing against the wall of the Jordans' cabin," he said. 
"You know, that young couple in Number Seven. She was standing there 
listening, with her slacks and her panties down around her legs ... 
listening to them fuck, and fingering her own pussy."

Debby couldn't help but moan. "Ohhh," she sighed. "That sounds so 
exciting ..."

She eased herself back alongside where Billy sat cross-legged, lying 
full length on the bed now and letting one of her hands drift down to 
the soft pink flesh of her tender cunt. With her middle finger she 
began caressing the outer lips. The pot had increased her awareness so 
that every touch of her finger sent shimmers of excitement from her 
pussy all over her fresh young body.

"Tell me more, Billy," she purred. "Please ... tell me about our mother 
making herself cum ..."

Billy couldn't take his eyes off of his kid sister's tender, slim body. 
The candlelight was catching her just right. Her nipples were erect 
with her need; her flesh was so white and kissable ...

He reached down while he looked at her and, as he spoke, he fingered 
the horny head of his pecker.

"You should have seen the look on her face," he whispered hotly. "God, 
was she turned on. Like a bitch in heat ..."

Debby groaned again. Her fingers moved faster around the syrupy wetness 
of her cunt.

"Ohh yes ... yes ... I can see it ... I can see it ..."

Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was the seductive beauty of his younger 
sister's body in the candlelight, or maybe it was just the sexual 
excitement he'd carried inside since he'd seen his mother that 
afternoon. Or probably it was a combination of all three things. But 
right at that moment, Billy Richards was hotter for his sister's body 
than he'd ever been in his life. He continued stroking his hard cock. 
He also reached out and touched his sister's masturbating hand. It was 
clamped over her hot, wet pussy now, and the middle finger was flicking 
back and forth over the erect, excited little clitoris. He just let his 
fingers rest on top of her moving hand, but that was enough. He felt 
himself almost ready to cum as he jerked his pulsating dick.

"When she came," he said softly, "the cum just dripped down her legs 
... I could see it in the sun ... hot streams of our mother's juices 
..."

"Ahhhhh ... ummmmmmm ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh ..." panted Debby as she 
fingered herself faster. Her eyes were clamped shut as she envisioned 
the scene and her hips were pumping around her jerking fingers. Her 
small tender titties bounced with her excitement. "Ahhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh 
... Jesus, Billy ... ohhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm ... tell me more ... tell 
me more about her ... ohhhhhhhh ..."

Debby's fingers flicked faster and faster. She was going to cum any 
second now. Billy knew it was now or never.

He stopped stroking his hot meat and leaned over her. He got right 
between her legs and ran his hands up and down her quivering hot 
teenage body. He brought one of his hands up and started playing with 
her titties, teasing and tweaking and palming the girlish mounds of 
flesh as he kissed her soulfully.

"Debby, baby ..." he panted. "I can't wait any longer ... I need you 
..."

"Billy--"

"I need to fuck you, Sis," he groaned hotly. "I need to have my cock 
deep in that hot cunt of yours ... and you need it too!"

It was the right thing to say. Billy was absolutely right!

Debby's arms snaked around him and drew him closer, and her legs 
wrapped around his.

"Ohh yes, Billy ..." she panted. "I want you ... I need you too ... 
that beautiful cock of yours ... I've watched it ... wanted it for so 
long ... ohh, nothing can be wrong that feels this good ... fuck me, 
Billy ... put your hard stiff cock up my pussy and fuck me!"

"Oh, Debby ... Debby ..."

He hunched up on his knees as he drew in between her legs, so that the 
head of his cock could touch the steaming outer lips of her cunt, while 
at the same time he could bend over and give her titties some tongue 
action. Her body was slick with sweat and, as, he drew his face down to 
her, the feminine scent of her excited him even further.

He took both hands and cupped a boob with each. While he flicked and 
teased one of the nipples with an index finger and a thumb, he made 
love to the other one with his mouth, chewing it at first with gently 
nibbling teeth. Then he widened his mouth and sucked the entire small 
tit up into it, forming a suction. At the same time his tongue moved in 
circular caresses around the base of the nipple.

"Billy, oh Christ ohhhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Her hands ran through his hair and she pressed his face down even 
harder as he went from one young tittie to the other, repeating the 
process until her pussy was dripping so bad that she thought she'd soak 
the bed.

"That's it, you foxy stud," she gasped. "Now put it in me ... I can't 
wait another instant ... put it in me, Billy ... fuck me ... fuck your 
hot horny sister ... oh, Billy ... please ... fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

Billy was more than ready to comply. For the fifteen-year-old boy it 
was the experience of a lifetime!

"Grab my ass," he ordered her. "I want to feel your hands on my ass 
..."

Debby obeyed, sliding her fingers down his sides and around to the 
cheeks of his butt. She squeezed him there and drew her nails across 
the cheeks, and pulled him even closer to her so that the head of his 
dick could not help but slide into her pussy.

It was the most exciting experience either teenager had ever had, that 
first sensation when Billy's hard cock began its penetration of Debby's 
horny fuck-hole.

The boy eased his hips forward slowly--ever so slowly--and at the same 
time his thirteen-year-old sister pulled on his ass, her nails biting 
in and leaving little red wounds that excited him even further.

"Here I come, baby," he gasped. "Hold on ..."

And he pushed in for that first inch of penetration!

The head of his hard cock eased forward, parting the outer lips of her 
twat, and then sunk in. Her pussy was so wet it was like a warm sucking 
mouth that couldn't seem to get enough of swallowing what he had to 
offer. After the first inch came the second and the third, until 
finally he was all the way into her slick, hot cunt.

"Ummmmmmmmmm, Billy ..." she sighed as he hit bottom. "It feels so 
gooooooooood ..."

"We're only just starting, Sis," he gasped.

Slowly pulling his dick from her sucking depths, he stopped when only 
the head was still between the lips of her cunt. She gasped and grabbed 
his ass tighter, afraid that he would leave her, but he didn't, of 
course. He was only teasing her. An instant later he let his dick slip 
back in a slow, sensuous plunge, until once again they were belly to 
sweaty, hot belly; until once again he could feel her wiry pussy hair 
tangling up with his own cock fur. Then he pulled out again, and dipped 
in again, and again and again and again, until he had mastered a steady 
in-out fuck rhythm that soon had the young girl struggling and kicking 
on the sheets beneath them.

I'm fucking my sister! he thought madly as he pumped away.

He reached under her and cupped her sweaty ass as he screwed her, 
letting his fingers dip down and rim her asshole. At the same time his 
lips and tongue were moving all over her neck, her ears, through her 
tangled brown hair, and over her passion-twisted face.

Beneath him, Debby had picked up and was matching the pace of his 
fucking perfectly, as if they had been lovers for years. Sometimes her 
ass would simply move up and down, and other times she would rotate her 
hips to heighten the sensual sensations that coursed through both of 
them. One of her hands was wrapped around his neck now, her fingers 
curled through his wavy hair. With the other hand she was reaming his 
asshole with her long-nailed middle finger. She had discovered how much 
this turned him on, and the finger dipped and scratched teasingly into 
the humid orifice. She loved the way he quivered and moaned each time 
she scratched him there.

"Ohhh, Debby--" he groaned.

"Faster ..." she begged. "Fuck me faster, Billy ... fuck the living 
shit out of me, you beautiful stud!!"

Their young bodies pumped and ground at each other. The marijuana had 
erased everything from their minds and bodies except the burning, 
flaming lust that kept Billy's cock screwing in and out of his sister's 
pussy as the desire and need in them built higher and higher. Every 
sensation was increased by the pot. Faster they fucked. Faster and 
faster still, holding each other tighter as their lovemaking rocked and 
swayed the tiny bed beneath them.

Debby was the first to cum.

"I feel it ..." she cried. "Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh, I'm almost there ... 
ohhh, don't give up now, baby ... don't stop ... ohhhhhh ... mmmmmmm 
..."

Stop? Hell, it was the farthest thing from Billy's mind. Heated up even 
more by his sister's words, he gave one final burst of power and speed 
to his fucking, until he was slamming in and out of that tender 
thirteen-year-old cunt like a jackhammer.

"Take it, baby ... take it!!"

"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" she gasped. "Billy ... darling ... oh my god ... I'm 
there ... I-I'M CUMMMIINNNNGGGG ... OHHHH!!"

Billy had never experienced anything like it in his young life. Debby's 
body seemed to come completely unglued beneath him as wave after wave 
of orgasmic fury whipped through her. She twisted and turned and bucked 
like a soul possessed as he continued to fuck her.

Her climax was all he needed to send him over the peak of lust as well. 
He gripped her asscheeks even harder than before and fucked her with 
everything he had.

"Ohhhh, Debby ... my baby sister!!" he cried. "I'm ... I'm cumming in 
your box ... OHHH ... UMMMMGGAAAHHHMMM ..."

The orgasm he had then made every other climax he'd ever had before 
seem like nothing. His rampaging cock thundered and exploded in the 
velvety grip of her cunt.

"Give it to me, Billy," she urged him on. "Give me every drop!"

And that's exactly what he did, the thick, hot cream of his lust 
blasting into and coating her inner walls, mingling with her own 
gushing love juices as they overflowed and ran down the crack of her 
ass to streak along her inner thighs and soak the sheets beneath them.

The climax seemed to last forever, but after nearly a full two minutes 
the pace of their humping did begin to subside, as Billy's cock at last 
started to lose its hardness and shrink within her.

Totally out of breath, and totally exhausted from their wild 
lovemaking, the two Richards children finally parted, and Billy rolled 
from between his sister's widely spread legs.

"Whew!" he sighed, his glazed eyes staring up vacantly at the ceiling. 
"That was incredible!"

Debby reached over lovingly and ran a hand along his leg, coming to 
rest at his limp pecker, still shiny and bright in the candlelight from 
the combination of both his and her juices.

"It was beautiful," she agreed in a gentle whisper. "Thank you, Billy. 
Thank you ... for making such beautiful love to me."

Much as he loved hearing her say that, he was still a little surprised 
that she didn't feel any guilt or shame over what had just taken place, 
as he had half expected her to. Instead she was just touching and 
caressing his soft prick as if to thank it for the good job it had just 
done on her, and the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice 
reflected nothing but a woman totally mellowed out from a beautiful 
lovemaking session.

"No, uh, second thoughts?" he asked gently.

She rolled over until she was against his side, with her hair framing 
her face as she looked up and met his eyes.

"No second thoughts at all, Billy," she replied. "It was a long time 
coming, our making love, but it had to happen. We both knew it. And 
tonight it did happen ... and I couldn't be happier."

He grinned. "You're a great little sister, did you know that?"

"And you're a great brother ... and a great guy with a cock. I suppose 
you know that."

He chuckled. "Thanks, Debby. We do make a great team, that's for sure. 
It's just that ... well, I kind of thought you might have some hang-ups 
about the ... about the incest thing, know what I mean?"

She nodded. "I know what you mean, but don't worry. Sex is to enjoy, 
right? Well, we enjoy it!"

Billy couldn't help but laugh at that. "Boy, I'll say!" he agreed.

"I mean, it seems to me that it should be all right," Debby continued, 
"as long as we keep things clear in our heads. I mean, we have to 
remember that we're brother and sister. That the way we love each other 
is in a brotherly and sisterly way." She gave a little giggle then, and 
added, "Let's face it, Billy, we're both horny people. It's just the 
way we're built, I guess. And it'll be a lot easier to get our jollies 
from each other in our home than it would be to have to go out looking 
for it ... especially at our age!"

"No argument there, Deb," he said. "I'm really lucky to have a sister 
who's as together in the head as you are, and don't think I don't know 
it."

"And don't think I don't know how lucky I am," she told him, and they 
traded a long, soulful kiss.

"Well, I hate to be a party pooper," Billy said finally, "but I think 
it's about time. You'd better climb back into your own bed, kid. It'd 
sure be a drag to get caught like this in the morning when Mom came in 
to wake us up for breakfast."

They both had to laugh at that, and then Debby slid her feet to the 
floor, saying, "I'll leave, Billy Richards, if you promise I can come 
back."

"Deb," he answered truthfully, "there'll always be room for you in my 
bed ..."

Debby blew out the candle and the room was again pitched into 
blackness, as if nothing had happened.

But it had happened--every beautiful moment of it--and as Billy 
Richards drifted off to sleep, there was a happy, satisfied smile on 
his boyish face.

A smile that wouldn't have been there if he'd known that, for the last 
twenty minutes, his mother had heard every word and every sound that 
had gone on in her children's small bedroom ...



Chapter 4


Mavis Richards lay in the darkness of her own bedroom with her mind 
confused, her nipples hard, and her pussy dripping wet.

This was unreal! Being this horny twice in one day? Horny enough the 
first time to ... to do what she had done that afternoon, and so horny 
this time from hearing her own children actually balling in their 
bedroom! She should have been outraged. She should have gone storming 
in on them and given both of them the whipping of their young lives.

But she hadn't. She couldn't. She couldn't, because the same stirrings 
from somewhere deep inside that had been suddenly awakened that 
afternoon, had again been brought to life when she'd approached the 
children's bedroom and opened the door and peered in through a slight 
crack.

The kids obviously hadn't realized just how paper thin the walls in the 
old cabin office were, or how well sound traveled. It wasn't like the 
sturdily constructed house they'd been used to living in in Milwaukee. 
Not by a long shot! And it made Mavis wonder just how long these 
brother-sister sex games had been going on.

She'd been lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, her mind still 
troubled by her shameless behavior that day. Then she'd smelled the pot 
smoke ... something else she wondered about. Oh sure, she knew what pot 
smelled like. She was by no means a regular user, but she had smoked a 
joint on occasion when she'd been at parties at friends' places. Which 
didn't mean she was about to openly sanction it for Billy and Debby! So 
she'd smelled the pot, and she'd quietly stepped from her bedroom and 
crossed the living room to their door, not knowing just quite what she 
was about to say or do, and when she got there, the kids had already 
begun their games.

She'd heard Billy telling Deb about that afternoon, and had witnessed 
the effect it had had on the children too. But what could she do? What 
could she say? Could she feel any sort of anger at them for having been 
turned on in such a way ... when she had kept her silence and stayed 
and watched their entire fuck session? No, there was no way she could 
bitch at them now, after she'd gotten as steamed up as she had watching 
them!

She was lying nude in bed, her mind a whirl of confused thoughts. 
Before she knew it, both of her hands were casually touching her full 
breasts, working and teasing their pliant firmness.

It had been so lovely, watching them. There was no way she could 
rationalize that away. It had simply been one incredible turn-on 
experience.

In the darkness now, she could see it again. Their fine, youthful 
bodies in the sexy light from the candle. The fragrant smell of pot 
drifting in the air. The sight of the two perfectly shaped bodies 
rolling around on the mussed sheets of the bed. The groans and the 
sighs. The smell of her daughter's pussy and her son's sexual sweat ...

"Ohhhh, I loved watching them ..." Mavis moaned to herself as she 
played with her tits.

Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no 
shame, no guilt. Not now. There was nothing rational now at all. Only 
the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing 
second.

Mavis Richards was on fire again!

"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. 
"I need a man ... I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock ... 
pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again ... screwing me the way 
Bill was screwing Debby."

For some reason, she could not say why, those last few words seemed to 
excite her that much more. Bill screwing Debby ... Bill screwing Debby 
... They had looked so beautiful together, fucking in the candlelight 
...

No, no! her mind screamed. This isn't right ... this is wrong ... I 
have to go to sleep ... forget about this ... tomorrow morning I'll 
take the kids aside separately and talk to them, tell them how wrong 
they were to do what they did ...

With this in mind, she rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face 
in the pillow. She had to go to sleep. That's it, just think of 
something else, and before long--

But she couldn't think of anything else, and rolling over onto her 
belly was the worst thing Mavis could have done, because it brought her 
hot cunt, the burning center of her whole existence right then, in 
delicious contact with the cool, crisp sheet.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm ..."

The need for an orgasm would just not go away, and before she knew it 
her hips were rotating in small circles on the sheet beneath her. Her 
belly pushed down as her ass wiggled, grinding her hot pussy harder and 
harder against the sheet, so that the material crinkled up against her 
twat lips and actually dipped inside to tease and further excite her 
tiny, yearning clitoris.

"Ohhh, that's so good!" she cried when her face buried in the pillow.

Her hands gripped the sides of the bed, the knuckles white from the 
intense sexual need racing through her as she dry-humped the bed. The 
harder she screwed herself on the sheets, the more vivid were the 
pictures that raced across her frenzied mind.

Bill and Debby ... her legs wrapped around him ... her hands scratching 
at his ass ... the ass flexing and ramming as his hard, strong cock 
pumped in and out of her ... "I need it ... I need a cock!" Mavis 
panted as her fine, firm ass jiggled and twisted in small circles as 
she fucked the bed faster and faster.

His cock ... a young boy's hard, strong muscle ... just as thick and 
firm and hard and pounding as a grown man's, but with more strength, 
more stamina ... a young boy's prick would last so much longer than a 
man's ... would deliver so much more enjoyment, thrusting in and out of 
her pussy ... pumping her hot cunt the way Billy's dick had been 
fucking Debby ... the way she now imagined it was fucking her ...

Yes, that's what she was thinking! That's what had turned her on when 
she'd seen them. And now she gave herself over entirely to the fantasy 
as she screwed the bed faster and faster, pumping and grinding with 
everything she had.

Billy ... her own son ... She saw herself reaching down and feeling the 
boy's prick as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt. He was fucking 
her now ... his ass was pumping as his cock rammed into her cunt. Her 
own son ... he was fucking her faster and faster and faster, his balls 
slapping against her pussy as he reamed her deeper and deeper ... 
screwing her ... fucking her ... fingering her ass and tonguing her hot 
titties ...

It was more than she could stand.

"Oh, Billy ... baby!" she gasped, and her orgasm exploded inside her. 
"OHHHH ... MMMPPPHHH!!"

She buried her face in the pillow as her ass bucked and humped and her 
hips writhed, grinding her twat as fast and hard as it would go across 
the sheet, and all the while she imagined Billy's hot tool spewing its 
load of scalding cream deep within her yearning hole, and still ramming 
her, still shoving in, until she could take no more ... until she had 
to beg him to stop!

Her body quivered and shook as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. 
Slowly, one at a time, the delightful waves diminished in strength 
until at last she was still. Yet her breathing was still hard and the 
beads of sweat still dotted her forehead. At last she lifted her face 
from the pillow and darted a tongue out across her dry lips. And still 
she lay there, enjoying the warm, beautiful afterglow of the pounding 
desire that had just controlled her.

Finally she rolled onto her back. Except for the sounds of the crickets 
and bugs outdoors, the night was incredibly silent and still. She lay 
there with her eyes open, staring out into the blackness, and as her 
breathing returned to normal she wondered if she had been loud enough 
for the kids to have heard her. Probably not, she reasoned, although 
the blood pounding through her ears and her own gasping and moaning at 
the moment of her climax had sounded like a roaring express train to 
her!

And following those thoughts, as her body at last calmed down and 
returned to normal, came other thoughts. And with those thoughts, came 
shame and embarrassment ...

Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done? she thought.

There was nothing wrong, she knew, with a woman making love to herself, 
and especially a woman in her position. But ... the subject of her 
fantasy ...

Billy ... her own son!

She had become indescribably turned on as soon as she had thought about 
Billy fucking her. It was one thing to be turned on by the sight of her 
two children balling, but at least she could accept that, no matter how 
much shame she felt. But the idea of Billy fucking her ... well, that 
was something else entirely, and she lay there now even more confused 
than she had been by her actions of that afternoon.

It had just been a crazy day, that was all. The excitement of moving up 
here, the uncertainty of exactly what was in store in the way of coping 
with the people who would be showing up, and just general fatigue ... 
they had all built up on her--it had been one of the busiest days in 
her life--and ... well, weird things had just happened. Tensions had 
built up without her knowing it, and had fought for release from 
within. That was the explanation for that shameful display while those 
nice Jordan people had made love, and that was the explanation for what 
had just happened now.

She was just going to have to keep a better rein on herself, that was 
all. Not that she'd have to once she got into the groove at Sunny Acres 
and a little more relaxed, of course. For sure there wasn't going to be 
another day like today!

No, she would just have to have a talk with the children tomorrow, and 
let them know that there would be no more of what had happened that 
evening ...

So thinking, Mavis Richards drifted off into a dreamless sleep. The 
sleep that usually comes after good, or great, sex.



Chapter 5


It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Mavis was finally able to get one of 
the children alone for a talk. The day had been busy right from the 
start. The Richards family had been awakened, in fact, by the sound of 
someone knocking at their front door; the someone turning out to be 
guests arriving bright and early after an all-night drive up from 
Illinois, ready to register and move into their cabin and begin their 
week of relaxation and fun. From that point on it had been nothing but 
more of the same. It was the first weekend of the summer vacation 
season.

It was a beautiful, bright sunny day, and many of the new arrivals had 
merely checked in and taken off again to get in some fishing out on 
Lake Michigan or some golfing on one of the three local courses or just 
some sightseeing in general. But in any event, by two-thirty things had 
calmed down enough for Mavis to suggest to Debby that they take a walk 
together to unwind a bit and get some peace and quiet.

Mavis had wanted Billy along too, but there was still the MacCauley 
family, the people who had not arrived yet. So she had to tell Billy to 
stay at the office to check them in when they got there. She promised 
that she and Debby would be back shortly, and together mother and 
daughter walked off through the woods and across nearly a half-mile of 
adjoining meadow until they were at last far enough removed from the 
resort that Mavis felt they could just unwind and be honest with each 
other.

"Debby," she said as they reached the far side of the meadow and 
another tree line began, "Why don't we sit down and talk? There are ... 
uh, some things I'd ... uh, like to discuss with you, if you don't 
mind."

As they made themselves comfortable on the lush, soft carpet of grass, 
Debby got a curious half-frown on her face as she studied her mother.

"Sure, Mom," she said. "Is ... is something wrong? You look worried 
about something."

Mavis stretched out on her side and propped her head up with a hand as 
she cleared her throat and returned her daughter's gaze. She had 
decided even before they'd left the resort that there would be no 
beating around the bush when the walking started. Still ... some things 
were so very hard to say, even between mother and daughter.

"Debby," she began, "I ... I want you to know that I saw what happened 
in your bedroom last night, between you and your brother."

She hadn't even finished the sentence before the blood began draining 
from the girl's face. Debby had trouble finding her voice for a moment.

"You ... you ... what?"

Mavis nodded, still trying to keep things casual and relaxed. "You 
heard me, Debby," she said. "I guess you and Billy just didn't realize 
just how thin the walls in that cabin of ours really are." She grinned 
to try and lighten things up a bit. "Well, they are thin!"

"Oh, Mom ... uh ... I-I-"

"How long has this been going on between the two of you, Deborah?"

Debby was too much in shock to answer right away. Oh no! she was 
thinking. This is terrible! Mom knows ... she knows! What will she do?

"Uh, well ..." she stuttered. "That is ... we, uh ..."

It was as if Mavis could read her daughter's thoughts. She gave Debby a 
reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, honey," she said, her tone softening. "I'm not such a 
mean old witch that you're afraid of some vile, inhumane punishment, am 
I?"

"Oh, no, Mom, it's not that," Debby stammered. "It's just that--"

"I know what it is, Deb," Mavis said. "And you should be ashamed of 
what you and your brother did. But I'm not going to punish you, or 
Billy."

"Then--"

"I just wanted to have this talk with you to let the both of you know 
that I'm aware of what's been happening, and to let you know that I 
want your promise that it won't happen again. It isn't right, you know, 
what the two of you were doing. It isn't right at all."

Debby looked down at her hands, having trouble finding the words that 
she wanted to say. But find them she did, in a voice that was almost a 
whisper.

"I ... I don't see what's so wrong with it," she said.

Her mother's eyes popped wide open at that. Mavis left her relaxed pose 
and sat straight up with her legs still curled beneath her.

"What?" she gasped. "You don't see anything wrong with sleeping with 
your own brother? Why, Debby, that's ... that's incest!!"

"I know, Mother ..."

"Well, if you know, what--"

"Mom, listen," the girl said, "please. Billy and I know that some 
people really see what we're doing as evil, but ... well, we're not 
some people. We're us! And we love each other. We love each other just 
as brother and sister, but we love each other enough not to let our 
heads get screwed up by what's going on, and we do like to sleep with 
each other." A slight blush came to her cheeks as she caught her 
mother's eye and added shyly, "If you saw what happened last night, you 
know what a great guy in bed Billy is."

Mavis couldn't believe her ears. It was all too much, too much of an 
assault on her senses. What her daughter was saying, and the slight 
warm tremor that ran through Mavis as, for just a fleeting instant, her 
girl's words brought back a picture of the fantasy that had brought her 
to orgasm last night ...

She fought weakly to regain control of a situation she knew had already 
slipped from her grasp.

"But ... Debby ... incest--"

"Don't worry, Mom," Debby said. "Billy and I have both got it worked 
out in our heads. We won't hurt each other, physically or mentally. You 
don't have to worry."

"But--"

"Mom, Billy and I both have really strong sexual urges and, let's face 
it, it's a lot better to, uh, get it at home than to have to go out on 
dates. Maybe we are more mature than most kids, but ... that's just the 
way it is."

Mavis felt her lower lip trembling. She just didn't know what to make 
of this sudden turning of the tables. Five minutes ago she had been so 
sure of herself, all set to lecture her thirteen-year-old daughter on 
the evils of incest, and now ...

"Debby-I--"

"I hope I haven't hurt your feelings, and Billy and I will obey you," 
Debby said sincerely. "But ... I hope you just realize that we're not 
harming each other. That it's good for us, know what I mean?"

"Debby ... I just don't know what to think any more ..."

"Don't worry, Mom. If anything's wrong, it's just that maybe Billy and 
I are a little oversexed." Realizing that this was a rare close moment 
between them--that it was more like two women talking than simply 
mother and child--Debby reached over and took her mom's hand in her own 
and added, in an affectionately teasing voice, "And you're the one we 
inherited our sexuality from, you know. Billy and I know how lonely you 
are, and we understand. We know how lonely you are ... and how horny 
you are, Mom. Billy saw you yesterday afternoon behind that cabin ... 
he saw what you were doing and ... and that's what got us so turned on 
last night that we made love ..."

"Oh, Debby!" cried Mavis, falling forward into her young daughter's 
arms and crying against Debby's shoulder.

It was as if some emotional dam had broken, and the torrent of Mavis' 
held-back anxieties burst forth as her body shook with sobs, sobs of 
frustration, of shame, and yes, of happiness ... of finally having 
someone to lean on, if only just for a moment, if only the shoulder of 
her own daughter.

Debby was a little taken aback at first, but she adjusted quickly. She 
realized that, just the way her relationship with Billy had been 
altered that one night, now her relationship with her mother was 
altered. There was a closeness, a bond, that had never been there 
before; that was formed and made strong as she reached up and touched 
her fingers to her mother's hair and made soft, relaxing sounds as 
Mavis cried out all of the things that had been building up and 
tormenting her from within.

Something, in that instant, made Debby Richards lift her fingers to her 
mother's face and tilt her mother's face up to her own. Their eyes met, 
and both women saw in the other's face something that surprised and yet 
excited them.

"I love you, Mother," Debby said softly.

"Oh, Debby ..."

Their lips moved together, and they kissed.

It was a gentle kiss at first. A kiss of quivering lips and shallow 
breath. A butterfly kiss. But once their soft, pliant lips had touched, 
a new energy overcame them and their lips pressed harder.

Debby's other hand came up and she was now cupping her mother's face in 
both her hands. Her tongue darted out, at first just to moisten her 
mom's lips, and then to dart like some teasing serpent into her 
mother's mouth. She swirled her tongue around in small circles, then 
stabbed it in and out, and the first time her tongue touched Mavis' 
tongue, both women moaned sexily.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, Mother ..."

Mavis pulled her face back for just an instant. "Ohh, Debby, Debby ... 
wh-what's happening to us?"

Debby shook her head. "I-I don't know," she said, somewhat dazed 
herself. "But it's ... it's what I want to happen ... w-with all my 
heart ..."

"Debby ... my beautiful child ..."

They drew together again. Debby's arms went around Mavis and tilted her 
back until both girls were lying stretched out across the ground. Their 
lips met again, and again their tongues played their teasing game, only 
this time Mavis took part as well, her own tongue dueling with Debby's 
as their hands ran up and down each other's bodies.

Debby was still the aggressive one. With one hand circled around behind 
her mother's neck, her other ran lightly down the length of Mavis' 
form, all the way down her side as far as Debby could reach. Then Debby 
brought her fingertips back up along Mavis' inner thigh, letting her 
hand just glide smoothly over the crotch of her mother's jeans. It was 
just a slight grazing touch, but as the fingers brushed her there 
Mavis' hips arched up and her legs spread apart.

"Mmmmmmmm ... ohhhhhhhh, Debby ..."

Debby's fingers creased up over her mother's flat belly, which was 
quivering now from her shallow breathing, up across her ribcage, and 
finally to the fine pair of proud, full boobs. They were flattened out 
because Mavis was lying down, but the nipples were still hard and hot, 
and poked through the clinging material of the sheer blouse.

"Mother ..." Debby whispered against the older woman's ear. "You have 
such beautiful breasts ..."

"Ohh, play with them, Debby ... please play with them ... they're on 
fire for your touch!"

Debby herself felt her temperature rising. Her own little titties were 
aching for kissing and sucking, and she could feel her panties 
beginning to grow wet, her pussy was so excited. It was all so terribly 
exciting. Last night she had gotten so turned on listening to Billy 
tell about watching Mom masturbate. The vision had steamed her up so 
badly that she'd finally allowed her big brother to bang her box. And 
now, here was her mom in the flesh, begging her to play with her 
titties! It was almost more than the thirteen-year-old nymph could 
bear. She knew she could probably cum right there, without her 
pulsating cunt even being touched!

But that would never do. She wanted to make this last.

"Oh Mom, you're such a fox ..." she breathed into the older woman's 
ear.

Her tongue began flicking out to play with that ear, and Mavis' neck 
and throat as well, as she finally started to give Mavis' jugs the 
loving attention they craved. But she still was not direct. She still 
teased ...

Her free hand cupped the big boob from underneath and she caressed it 
with her small palm, squeezing it and letting just an index finger 
flick over the nipple from below. Yet the minute that finger teased her 
yearning flesh, it was as if Mavis had been hit by an electrical shock. 
Her whole body jerked and a wild gasp escaped her lips.

"Ohh ... more ... more ... Debby, please ... do that some more ... oh, 
lord ..."

Debby got a teasing glint in her eye. "You mean ... like this?" she 
asked.

The finger flicked again. Mavis bucked again.

"Yes ... yes ... oh, yes ... ohhhhhhhhh ..."

"Do you want me to play with your titties, Mother? Do you want me to 
use my fingers on them and pinch and tease them? Is that what you 
want?"

Mavis' head whipped back and forth on the ground as Debby's one finger 
continued to maddeningly tease her flaming tit.

"Ohhhh, yes ... make them hurt ... make them hurt, Debby ... please, I 
need it!"

Debby was merciless. The finger would flick, then pause, then flick 
again, until the burning tip of the breast was as hard as a rock.

"But you're my own mother ..." she teased.

"Ohhh oh, Debby ... I don't care," Mavis panted like the bitch in heat 
that she was. "I ... I watched you and your brother fuck last night and 
I ... I got so excited ... I couldn't stand it ... I had to hump myself 
on m-my own bed, but now I've got you, baby, I've got you ... and I 
don't care if you're my daughter ... it ... it just excites me more!"

"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" Debby cried, and she slid her hand up from 
under her mother's boob to cup the whole thing against her palm.

Mavis almost screamed her delight that the delicious torture of her 
titties was over. "Ohhhh, Debby ... my darling daughter ... play with 
them, baby ... play with them!"

Debby couldn't help but obey. Her entire body was on fire with lust for 
this hot fox that was writhing under her.

She slid her other arm from beneath her mother's head. At the same time 
she sat up straight with a leg on each side of her mother. Now both 
hands were free, and Mavis was beneath her, dying for attention.

She gave it to her!

She took both hands and cupped both of her mother's firm tits. Then she 
really began playing with them. She tweaked at the nipples, pulling 
them up with her fingers and twisting and pinching them. Flicking them 
back and forth with her thumbs. And palming them, moving her hands in 
hard, small, fast circles. Then she went back to teasing, then palming, 
then teasing again, over and over, and all the while the juices of her 
own pussy soaked through her panties and even her jeans. The more 
loving she gave to her mother's boobs, the hotter Mavis became, until 
Mavis' own hands came over Debby's, increasing the pressure on her 
boobs.

"Ohhhh, that's it, baby," Mavis panted. "Play with them like that only 
... take off my blouse ... mmmmmmmm, I don't know what's happening to 
us, but I love it ... I love it!"

After a few more minutes of tittie-play, Debby began to unbutton her 
mother's blouse. And all the while she did this, she was dry-humping 
Mavis, rocking back and forth over her mother's stomach, the pressure 
of the friction through the crotch of her jeans driving her almost 
blind with need.

At last the final button on Mavis' blouse broke free and Debby parted 
the material. Mavis wore no bra and her aching titties were there to be 
sucked and played with in all their shaking, shimmering glory. Debby 
bent over and took one of the hard nipples into her mouth.

"OHHHHHH, MY GODDD ..." cried Mavis the instant Debby's warm, wet 
sucking mouth clamped around the nipple and went to work.

While Debby sucked and licked one tit, she played with the other. Then 
she switched. Her mother thrashed and moaned below her, completely out 
of her mind now with horniness. Mavis had hung up all rational thought 
with that first tongue kiss. All there was now was the need to cum; to 
feel the kind of mind-blowing orgasm she had experienced twice 
yesterday, and wanted again today.

The fact that it was her own daughter sucking her tits didn't bother 
Mavis a bit right then. The fact that it was Debby who was down there 
doing all those delightful things to her titties just seemed to make it 
all the more exciting; seemed to make her pussy grow just that much 
wetter.

"Here," she gasped, reaching for the buckle of Debby's jeans. "Let ... 
let me take these things off, my darling. Let Mommy be nice to you 
too!"

Somewhat reluctantly, because it was bringing her cunt so much 
pleasure, Debby rolled off her mother's belly. But she knew there were 
more beautiful pleasures just waiting to be experienced!

"Oh yes," she sighed. "Strip me, Mommy ... strip me, please, and make 
love to me ..."

Mavis swayed around onto her knees and, kneeling over her daughter, 
undid the girl's pants and slid them down her slim, tanned legs. Then 
she removed the panties and even after she had dropped them to the 
ground, the moisture from them still clung to her fingers.

And as she did this and got ready to go down on her daughter and suck 
her pussy dry, one more exciting thought raced through her head, 
hammering away at her lust like a hard cock ramming a horny pussy, and 
just made her own twat drip that much more.

I'm so excited, she thought, looking at Debby. I'm so hot, but ... if 
only Billy were here now ... if only Billy were here to fuck one of us 
or both of us with that strong cock of his! Ohh, then it would be 
complete ... my horny family would be complete ... if only Billy were 
here ...

The truth of the matter was, Billy was there, although at that moment 
he was well hidden from the line of vision of either his mother or his 
sister. Not that either of them were looking for him!

Yes, Billy was there all right and he couldn't believe his eyes!

He'd been picking up some weird vibes from his mom all morning, and 
when she'd suggested that she and Debby take a walk alone that 
afternoon, his curiosity had been aroused and, at a safe distance, he'd 
tagged along to see what was up. And right at that moment he knew what 
was up--it was his own pecker, throbbing and straining to break loose 
from the confines of his pants.

They're beautiful! he thought from his hiding place a few yards away 
from where his mother and Debby were stripping each other. God, how I'd 
love to join them ...

But he knew he shouldn't, and so he contented himself with just 
watching. His mother had just stripped off Debby's jeans and now she 
was taking off her own slacks, and the sight of all those smoothly 
rounded feminine curves glowing there in the sunlight before his eyes 
made him know that there was only one thing to do while he watched.

Slipping down his pants, his eyes glued to the scene of lust before 
him, he began stroking his rock-hard dick as his mother went down on 
his baby sister ...

The warm afternoon sunlight glowing down on Mavis Richards' bare back 
was in itself sensuous and tantalizing as she bent over and lowered her 
face between Debby's widespread thighs. She had never eaten another 
woman's pussy before in her life, but she knew she could do just what a 
girl liked!

With her hands on Debby's hips, she began slowly by puckering her lips 
and blowing a faint stream of warm air up and down the entrance to the 
thirteen-year-old's twat.

"Ahhhhmmmm," Debby sighed. "Ohh, Mommy ... that's soooo nice ..."

"I know, baby," Mavis purred. "And it'll get nicer!"

Still without touching the cunt lips with her fingers, she began 
licking up and down the length of the outer lips like a cat going after 
milk, making loud-slurping noises as she tongued. Her tongue was like a 
scoop working away at the thick juices. She kept licking and slurping, 
and with each stroke of her strong tongue poor little Debby would get 
hotter and hotter.

Debby was holding her mom's head between her hands now, hanging on for 
dear life as she had her twat eaten out for the first time in her 
thirteen years. She ran her fingers through her mother's thick tresses 
and, bending her knees, she began to rotate her hips, arching them to 
push her face ever tighter against Mavis' sucking mouth.

"Mommy ... Mommy ..." she panted over and over. "Eat your baby daughter 
... eat me, Mommy ... ahhhmmmm ... ohhhhhhhh ..."

"It tastes so good," growled Mavis, giving her waggling tongue a rest. 
"So good!"

"Mommy, please," the girl begged. "Don't stop now ... d-don't stop ... 
do some more to my little pussy ... make me cum, Mommy ... please, I'm 
so hot ... do more things to me!"

"All right, my baby," she said. "If that's what you want ..."

"Ohh, it's what I want," gasped the girl, still running her fingers 
through her mom's long dark hair. "Eat me, Mommy ... eat me!"

"Hold on, sugar," her mother said, and she lowered her face once again 
to the pulsating lips of the love-starved twat. "Here we go ..."

This time Mavis used both of her hands on the girl's pussy as well. 
First, before she even used her mouth, she flicked her fingers madly up 
and down over Debby's cunt lips.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" cried Debby. "Ohhhh, my godddddd ..."

Her hips were rotating like crazy now. She had never imagined anything 
as beautiful as having another woman suck her hot fuckpit, and it was 
driving the poor child into another dimension entirely. Her bare ass 
wiggled and shook on the ground as she jammed her pussy harder against 
her mom's face and fingers.

Now Mavis brought the fingers of both hands to the sides of the lips of 
the girl's pussy and parted the tender flesh as far apart as it would 
go. At the same time she pressed upward with her two index fingers. And 
there it was. Throbbing, wet and erect, and just waiting for some good 
loving ...

Mavis blew another stream of warm air across the exposed clitoris.

"Aahhhhhhhmmmm ..." cried Debby, her mouth torn open in a wide circle 
as she screamed her excitement at the sky. The sensations at her pussy 
caused her to nearly rip Mavis' ears off with her hands, she was so 
excited. And this of course excited Mavis that much more. So much that 
she finally had to take just a moment out from her labor of love and 
look up at Debby.

Debby's head was whipping back and forth from side to side. Her eyes 
were closed. She was gasping and her boobs bounced madly, the nipples 
erect.

It was an exciting sight indeed!

"I love you, Debby," Mavis panted softly, and lowered her face once 
again to the girl's hot cunt.

Puckering her mouth as if for a kiss, she centered her lips around the 
clit. The little tidbit was hot to the touch and tasty as could be, 
surrounded as it was by a small sea of trickling, oozing love juices.

Now Mavis really got down to business. She was merciless. Her tongue 
began flicking, the extended tip of it snapping back and forth across 
the aroused love-button with forceful determination, faster and faster; 
not to tease now, but to make the young girl cum.

The two bodies in the grass tensed and writhed as the sexual tension 
within them both built higher and higher.

Mavis still had the thirteen-year-old's clit in her mouth, the tongue 
still whipping it in frenzy as she took one of her hands and, with a 
straightened index finger, began finger-fucking the young bitch as 
well.

This was all it took for Debby!

"Ohhhh, my god!" she screamed. "Mommy, I'm there ... I'M 
CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!"

Her legs snapped into a lock around Mavis' neck and she began humping 
and bouncing in triple-time as if electrical shocks were exploding 
through her, her ass lifting off the ground as the multiple orgasms 
took control of her.

Between her legs, Mavis almost choked on the flood of girl cum that 
pulsed from the pussy she was sucking. Debby's juices flowed down her 
mother's throat and coated Mavis' mouth and chin.

At last the girl's bucking subsided and she gave a long drawn-out sigh. 
"Ohhhhh, Mom ... that was lovely ..." she whispered.

But Mavis was still hot to trot!

"Let's do it some more, baby," she gasped, pulling away from the 
teenager's twat. "Make your Mommy cum now, okay ... and I'll eat you 
some more ... please ..."

"Anything for you," Debby sighed. "Come here ... let me see that 
beautiful pussy my mother has ..."

In one smooth motion Mavis came up onto her knees and swung her body 
around so that she was still right over Debby's twat, only now her own 
burning fuckhole was inches above the girl's face as well.

Debby purred at the sight staring down at her. So this was what it was 
like to gaze at another woman's pussy this closely. Why, it was 
beautiful! So pink and moist and warm, with the lips actually seeming 
to flutter in their need for the loving attention of someone's mouth.

It looked delicious ...

Debby remembered how the girls in the porno books had made love, as 
well as the way her mother had just satisfied her. She hoped she could 
make her mom half as happy with her mouth!

Mavis wasted no time. She circled her arms around Debby's legs, 
spreading them, and lowered her already cum-smeared face for more oral 
action. She took up where she left off, with one of her fingers 
screwing the girl and her tongue like a hard lash whipping back and 
forth across Debby's still-aroused, throbbing clitoris.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," sighed Debby with pleasure, arching her hips up off 
the ground and rotating them. She could feel her cum and her mother's 
saliva dripping down between the cheeks of her ass and she loved it--
but she didn't get so carried away that she forgot the pussy staring 
down at her from inches above. She could see it, she could smell it ... 
and now she licked her lips and got ready to taste it.

Reaching up, the first thing she did was to run her hands along her 
mother's taut body. Her palms grazed up along the ribcage and stopped 
at Mavis' boobs. Debby was fascinated at the sight of them. As Mavis 
leaned over, her face buried between the girl's legs, her melon-sized 
tits hung down and swayed in time to the lapping she was giving Debby's 
cunt. The nipples were rock-hard cherries.

Debby stretched her arms out and took the huge jugs in her hands. 
Cupping them, she squeezed and played with them. The hard buds seemed 
to burn her palms. Above her, Mavis seemed to dip her tongue into her 
cunt even faster.

"Ahhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, wiggling her fine ass. "Mmmmmm ... 
ohhhhh ..."

Mavis couldn't speak because her mouth was full of pussy, but, much as 
Debby knew her mother was enjoying the tittie-play, she also knew what 
her mom wanted even more.

"I'm gonna suck you dry, you fox," Debby promised in a throaty whisper.

Then she gave her mother's tits one last, passionate squeeze and slid 
her hands back down along the length of Mavis' body. Mavis was so 
excited by now that Debby could actually feel her mother's smooth white 
flesh trembling with anticipation beneath her fingertips.

At last Debby's hands reached the older woman's ass. She cupped both 
cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they would go. Then she lifted 
her face to within a half-inch of the pussy. The lovely, tangy scent 
was even stronger now and it was like some heady perfume in Debby's 
nostrils. She wanted to do this just right for the woman who was being 
so good to her, so she didn't take any chances--she did it just the way 
Mavis had sucked her twat.

She began by blowing a warm stream of air in and around the yearning 
cunt hole, then followed this with some fluttering finger action. She 
even thrilled at the way her fingers came away from the pussy feeling 
moist and sticky. Then, at last, she did it. Holding onto her mom's ass 
for leverage, she brought her mouth right up against the lips of the 
cunt, parting the outer flanges with her tongue and zeroing straight in 
to find Mavis' horny clitoris.

Once she'd found the erect bud, Debby's tongue went to work, flapping 
back and forth across the tiny love-button with an occasional sweep 
down along the length of the cunt lips to soak up some of the flowing 
juices, but mostly concentrating on the bud. Debby may have been a 
beginner, but she was a quick learner!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Mavis. "Ohhhhh, baby ... ohhhhhhhhhhh--"

She lowered her hips until Debby's whole head was almost enveloped 
between her legs.

Ohh, it was beautiful! She could never have imagined anything like 
this! She'd always let men go down on her, but there was no way a man 
could know just how to do it, and here was Debby, her own hot sexy 
little Debby, on her first time going down, giving Mavis more pleasure 
than the young mother had ever thought possible from a pair of lips and 
a dipping tongue.

As for Debby, she too was completely swept away by the tide of 
delicious lesbian love. Her whole universe right then was the hot humid 
closeness of wrapped legs and dripping pussy, as well as the sensations 
down there between her own legs as, between moans, her mother continued 
to service her.

"Ohhhh, Mommy ..." she panted, bucking her hips. "Eat me, Mommy ... 
ohh, it feels so good ... eat me ... eat your baby daughter ... 
ohhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaahhhh."

"Baby, baby," moaned Mavis, gobbling the young girl's cum. "You taste 
so good! Faster ... lick me faster, child ... that's it ... ahahahaha 
... mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh ..."

The sucking seemed to go on for hours. Mother and daughter hugged and 
hunched and humped there in the field under the afternoon sun, lost in 
a world of their own desires.

But all of that suddenly changed ...

The first time Mavis became aware of the fact that they had company was 
when she felt a second pair of hands running over the smooth cheeks of 
her ass!

Her eyes popped open and she brought her dripping face away from her 
daughter's hot pussy and looked back over her shoulder, at the same 
time that Debby realized something was up and opened her eyes as well, 
to stare up from between her mother's widely spread thighs.

The word popped from both of their surprised mouths at the same time.

"BILLY!!"

Yes, it was Billy, and something definitely was up--in this case, it 
was the fifteen-year-old boy's solid, meaty pecker that now stood 
pulsating at full attention, poised with the flaming red tip even now 
quivering between the cheeks of Mavis' shapely butt.

Billy stood there with a foot at either side of Debby's head. He was 
crouched over and he had a hand on either cheek of his mother's ass. He 
was pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the lovely, pink, puckered rim 
of her asshole.

"B-Billy ..." Mavis gasped, confused and yet even more excited at the 
same time at the sight of the boy's hard prick. "Wh-what are you d-
doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the boy said with an excited grin. "I want to fuck 
you, Mother."

"B-but--"

"I followed you," he explained. "I've been watching you. I've been 
jacking off, but ... but I couldn't stand it any longer. I-I had to 
join you ..."

Mavis couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true! Here she'd 
been sucking off her daughter imagining how nice it would be to have 
her son fucking her too, and there was Billy, more than willing to 
please.

"Ohhhh, yes, Billy," she sighed. "Fuck me, my darling ..."

So saying, her head dipped back down between Debby's thighs. Once again 
the touch of her mother's mouth on her cunt caused the young girl to 
moan. With her eyes narrow slits of passion, she grinned up at her 
brother.

"It's no fantasy now, Billy," she moaned. "Fuck Mommy ... fuck her 
good!!"

Then she raised her face and began to suck on Mavis' clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh ..." sighed Mavis, "Ohhh, Debby ... Billy ... ohhhhhhhhh, 
this is beautiful!"

Watching the girl and the woman sucking at each other again made Billy 
think he was going to cum before he even got up his mother's tight 
bunghole. But he bit his lip and held off. It wouldn't be long, he 
knew. He'd masturbated for about five minutes even before he'd ventured 
out here, and his balls were tight and heavy with his burning cream, 
just waiting to be fired into his mother's hot, squirming body.

As the two girls sucked each other off, he kept Mavis' asscheeks spread 
and moved the head of his dick to the entrance of her asshole. Then he 
slid a hand down between her legs to where Debby was licking. When the 
hand came away it was dripping with his sister's hot saliva and his 
mother's even hotter juices.

Billy used this combination as a lubricant. He smeared the warm juices 
all around the puckered entrance winking up at him. Then, when he 
thought it was slick enough, he eased his hips forward a fraction of an 
inch and the first portion of his prick sunk in.

Once the head was in, Billy gripped his mother's hips and rotated his 
pelvis slightly. The asshole was like a tight wet fist around his cock. 
He loved the sensation, but he wanted to take it easy. He didn't want 
to hurt his mother.

When the cockhead was comfortably lodged within the burning, slick 
orifice, he slid in another inch, and then another, and another, until 
at last the hair around his dick was matted flat against the cheeks of 
his mom's asshole.

I'm in! he thought. I'm fucking my mother in the asshole. My beautiful 
mother ... I'm going to cum up her ass ...

The thought itself was enough to almost bring him to orgasm, but he 
still held off. You never knew when a chance like this might come along 
again, and he wanted to make the most of it!

So, pulling his dick out to almost the full length, he let it slide 
back in. Then out, then in. Out-in, out-in, until a steady rhythm had 
developed. A steady rhythm that grew faster and faster, harder and 
harder as he gripped his mother's hips tighter than before and banged 
away at her asshole while Debby licked her cunt.

Billy had never experienced anything like it!

"Ohh, Mom," he panted while he fucked. "You're beautiful ... so 
beautiful ... your asshole is so tight ... so hot ... I've dreamed 
about fucking you for so long ... it's--it's even better than I ever 
imagined!"

"Ohh, Billy ... Debby ..." cried their horny young mother. "You're 
making me feel so good ... I'm ... I'm almost there ... that's it ... 
oh-oh-oh ... ohhhh, I'm cummmiiinnnggggg!"

"M-me too!" gasped Billy, unable to hold back his shooting sperm a 
moment longer.

"And me!!" chimed in Debby, as the second wave of climax washed over 
her.

It was a simultaneous explosion of lust unlike any of the three had 
ever experienced all at once--all three of their pumping bodies 
exploded with the power of their orgasms.

For Mavis, it was an unbelievable trip! There she was, crouched over 
this slim young girl that was her own daughter, getting her clitoris 
licked to orgasm while she discovered the joy of sucking another 
woman's cunt, while all the while the healthy, muscular stud that was 
her son pumped his incredible cock in and out of her ass.

And Billy--it was no less a turn-on for him as he watched his long, 
strong dick ram in and out of the hot hole before him. With one last 
forward slam of his hips, he felt his gun blow its load of hot shooting 
cum far into the depths of his mother's tight asshole.

Below him, Debby tossed and twisted like a bucking bronco. She'd been 
watching Bill's prick screw their mother's ass only inches from her 
face while she'd sucked at Mavis' pussy. She saw the final tightening 
of Billy's balls, felt the power of that last slam of his hips against 
her mother's asscheeks, and as the cum overflowed, she felt her own 
orgasm erupt within her.

As the tight knot of their bodies fucked and sucked furiously, their 
moans filled the air.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ... DEBBY ... BILLY ... FASTER ... MMMMMMMMMMM ... 
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..."

"OHHHH, MY GOD ... OHHHH MMMMMPPPHHH ... OHHH ..."

"AHHHHHMMMMMMMM OOOOOO ... SOOOO GOOOODDDD ... OHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHHHM 
MMMPPPHHHH ..."

On and on the three of them continued, until, slowly but surely, the 
power and energy ebbed from their bodies. At last, with mutual sighs 
and tender kisses, the Richards family slipped apart from one ball of 
sex to become three separate people again.

As they lay side by side in the grass, Billy was the first to speak. 
"Well," he said, "thanks for letting me join the party!"

His eyes met Debby's. She had a shy smile on her lips. "Thank you, 
Billy," she said softly. "It was ... it was lovely ..."

And then they both looked at Mavis, and there was a trace of anxiety in 
both their looks. What would their mother say now? Would she be 
ashamed, now that the lust had passed? Would she be angry, or hurt, or 
embarrassed?

Mavis made them both wait for nearly a half-minute before her face 
broke out in the widest smile either of the children had ever seen.

"Thank you both," she told them, "for the best fuck I've ever had in my 
life!"



Chapter 6


"Would you like a joint, Mom?"

Billy asked the question as casually as he could. The three of them 
were still lounging in the field. They had slipped into their clothes, 
but not much had been said. They were still catching their collective 
breath. The sun had begun arcing towards the west and Mavis could tell 
that it must be getting into late afternoon. She knew that they ought 
to be starting back soon, but she just couldn't seem to get herself in 
gear. And, besides, there were things to discuss ...

"Sure, Billy," she said. "Not that we need any mellowing out ..."

Debby, leaning with her back against a tree, gave a small giggle. "Boy, 
I'll say," she chimed in. "I feel ... I feel like I'm floating in outer 
space someplace. I don't think I've ever felt this good!"

Billy reached into his shirt pocket and came out with a tightly rolled 
joint. Lighting it, he took a long drag and handed it to his mother.

As he exhaled, he said, "I'm sure glad you guys didn't flip when I came 
out to join you. It's just that I got so horny watching."

Mavis passed the number on to Debby after taking a toke of her own. "My 
days of flipping are over, children," she said steadily. "At first I 
thought it was just this place, Sunny Acres."

"What do you mean, Mom?" asked Debby.

"I mean," said Mavis, "that from the minute we got here yesterday, I've 
felt different. Of course it felt great to get away from the city and 
all, but there was more to it than that. I felt ... well, sexy. Really 
sexy! Sexier than I've felt in a long, long time."

As the joint continued to pass among them, Billy gave an understanding 
smile. "I know what you mean," he said. "I saw you yesterday, 
remember?"

"Yes," Mavis said, nodding. "I-I don't know what came over me. At 
least, I didn't know until I did some thinking about it. That wasn't 
like me, masturbating out in the open while I watched another couple 
make love. But there I was all right, doing it!"

The pot was going to work on Debby already. She reached up and touched 
one of her boobs, feeling the nipple tingle at her own touch.

"It must have been beautiful ..." she said wistfully.

"And then last night," Mavis continued. "After so many months of 
playing with each other but not actually screwing, last night--your 
first night here, mind you--you kids decided to screw. And I saw it, 
and I have to admit, it really turned me on. I went back into my room 
and I masturbated again, thinking about you." She reached out and 
touched a hand to Billy's inner thigh, close up to his crotch. "I-I was 
thinking mostly about you, Billy. About that lovely dick of yours, and 
how I'd love to have it fucking me."

Billy was both flattered and startled. "Really, Mom? Jeez!"

"Then today ... well, today all of our fantasies came true," she added 
happily.

"So what are you saying, Mom?" asked Debby. "You don't think Sunny 
Acres has something to do with it--"

"It does in the sense that we're here," said Mavis. "We've all needed 
this for a long time, kids."

"I don't think I understand ..." said Billy.

"It's like this," explained Mavis, "I've been living the life of a 
supposedly proper, upstanding young mother for quite a few years now, 
trying to set a good example for you kids. Well, it just doesn't seem 
like that's necessary any more, does it? I mean, we're not in Milwaukee 
any more, so I don't have to worry about what people think. And it 
looks like I really don't have to worry about setting an example for 
you two any more, either." She gave a pleasant laugh. "You seem to have 
done just fine on your own, if you know what I mean. So where does that 
leave your mother? It leaves me at what I consider a great place to 
be!"

"I get it," said Billy. "So now that the reasons for holding back are 
gone--"

Mavis nodded. "Exactly. Now that the reasons are gone, I just think 
I'll do with this body of mine what I damn well please!"

Debby grinned happily. "With us?"

"With anyone I damn well please!" Mavis replied. "But yes, with you 
kids especially. Debby and Billy, welcome to the sexual reawakening of 
Mavis Richards!"

Debby reached out and entwined her fingers through her mother's. She 
could still feel the sexual attraction tingle between them.

"Can we ... play again tonight?" asked Debby as she rose to her feet.

"Yes," Mavis said. "Tonight. Tonight and every night, if we feel like 
it ... which we probably will! But right now we've got to earn our 
keep. Come on, kids, let's go!"

And together, the three of them holding hands like the happiest, most 
ideal family on earth, retraced their way back across the meadow and 
through the woods to the Sunny Acres Resort.

A long black Continental sat waiting for them in the gravel driveway 
before the office when they returned, its chrome glinting in the late-
afternoon sun. There was a dog in the car, a big German Shepherd, but 
outside of that no one else was around.

"Oh, I knew this would happen," Mavis said with a sigh. "They came 
while we were gone. This doesn't look good for us at all."

"Don't worry, Mom," said Billy. "They're probably just taking a stroll. 
I'm sure they haven't been here long."

Debby had walked over and was looking in at the dog. "Golly, isn't he 
pretty," she said. "I wonder if he bites? I--"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Jason," came a voice from behind 
them. "He's one of the most well-trained dogs you'll ever come across." 
The voice belonged to a portly man in his late forties or early 
fifties. He walked over to the car and opened the door. "Isn't that 
right, Jason?" he said.

The dog, panting happily with its tongue hanging out, jumped from the 
car and pranced around the man who was obviously his master.

Reaching down and stroking the dog's neck, the man said, "My name's Lou 
MacCauley, and this is my wife, Helen. We have reservations here for 
two."

The woman who had followed her husband from the path through the woods 
was in her forties and remarkably beautiful; a full-figured redhead 
with a bright, beguiling smile and a throaty voice.

Mavis returned them a bright smile of her own. "Well then, won't you 
step inside and register?" she suggested cheerily. "We have your cabin 
all ready."

"That would be just fine," said Mr. MacCauley. Then, looking at the dog 
he added, "Jason, why don't you stay out here and make friends with the 
kids?"

Jason seemed more than pleased to obey. He certainly was a friendly 
dog. As Debby and Bill petted and played with him, he continually 
nuzzled his nose up against them, especially Debby. And especially 
against her crotch. But dogs do that often, and Debby, or Billy for 
that matter, didn't think anything of it at the time ...

About five minutes later Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley and Mavis stepped from 
the office.

"So, everything's all set," said Mr. MacCauley. "Dear, were there any 
questions you had for Mrs. Richards?"

The older woman smiled. "No," she said, "but I was wondering, dear, if 
maybe we might invite them over one night. The children certainly do 
seem to be getting along with Jason, and perhaps Mavis here might like 
some company. In a place like this there can be people all over and 
still no one to just sit down and have a drink and watch the sunset 
with. How does that sound to you, Mavis? Would you and your children 
care to join us one of these evenings? Just a little get-together?"

Mavis was a bit surprised at the unexpected invitation, but it did 
sound like a good idea to her. She always enjoyed meeting new people.

"Why certainly," she replied. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

Lou MacCauley clapped his hands and rubbed them together heartily. 
"Well there's no time like the present, I always say," he grinned. "How 
about tonight?"

"Sure ..." said Mavis. "Tonight would be just fine."

"How about you kids?" the man asked. "Feel like coming over and 
visiting Jason and us tonight around eight?"

Billy and Debby were still petting the German Shepherd, and he was 
still nuzzling and sniffing between Debby's legs every chance he got.

"We'll be there," said Billy.

Debby nodded. "Can we play with Jason?" she asked.

"Oh, you certainly can," said Mrs. MacCauley, with a new, subtle 
undercurrent to her voice that no one seemed to catch. "You most 
certainly can, my darling!"

"Well then, that settles it," said MacCauley, "Let's go, dear, and see 
our new home for the next week. It certainly should be a change from 
Chicago." As they got into the car, he added, "We'll see you tonight 
then, folks, around eight o'clock."

"Eight it is," confirmed Mavis, and she lifted her arm in a small wave 
as the car pulled off down the gravel driveway and turned out of sight.

"Say, that should really be fun tonight," said Billy as he turned back 
towards his mother.

"I like Jason," said Debby. "He's really a gentle, friendly dog!"

"Yes, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time," said Mavis a bit absently, 
"but right now it's dinner time, children. Let's get inside and wash 
up!"

The children nodded and passed by her into the house, but as she 
watched them, it was still only absently. Her mind was trying to 
evaluate Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley, and the effect they'd had on her.

They'd been sending out some kind of vibes that Mavis just hadn't been 
able to connect with; there was some sort of undercurrent running there 
that she could sense more than recognize. She'd felt it when the three 
of them had been alone in the office while the new couple had 
registered, and she'd felt it again in the words of Mrs. MacCauley when 
Debby had been playing with Jason a few moments back. No, she couldn't 
put her finger on it exactly, but it was there all right.

It was something ... something sexual.

Yes, that was it. An undercurrent of sexuality seemed to throb like 
something alive every time either of the MacCauleys had spoken to her, 
or to each other, or even looked at her.

It was eerie, weird, and she didn't know what to make of it ...

*   *   *

As the dog Jason nosed around and got acquainted with the place, Lou 
MacCauley turned from surveying the interior of their new cabin and 
looked at his wife. They were standing in the wide, spacious, walnut-
paneled living room.

"Well, dear," he said with a peculiar glint in his eye, "what do you 
think?"

Helen MacCauley sank down into one of the overstuffed couches that 
adorned the room.

"It's divine," she replied. "And perfect for when things get rolling. 
Plenty of floor space, plenty of beds, plenty of couches. Yes, it's 
perfect!"

MacCauley sat down next to her and wagged his head back in the general 
direction of the Richards' office-cabin. "I think we've got three sure-
fire winners back there," he said. "Did you see the way Jason went 
after that little girl's pussy?"

His wife nodded. "Yes, and don't forget the couple in Number Seven who 
we saw on our walk, Jordan, wasn't that their name?" She leaned back 
gave a long sigh. "It should be a beautiful week, Lou."

MacCauley grinned and leaned over, placing a meaty hand on his wife's 
nyloned thigh. He began stroking her there, moving his palm in slow 
circles along the hot flesh, pushing the hem line of the dress she wore 
further and further up as his caressing hand moved higher.

He leaned over and whispered huskily into her ear, "Think it'll be 
enough young cock for you, my sweet?"

Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted in a small moan as his 
fingers began running across the sheer silk panties that hugged her 
cunt.

"And the pussy," she sighed. "Don't forget about the pussy. That young 
girl and her mother ... ohhhh, I can't wait to go down on them!"

MacCauley's index and middle fingers pulled aside the panties and began 
teasing the lips of her hot hole.

"I'm not forgetting, my lovely bitch," he whispered as his tongue 
lanced out and teased her ear. "I plan to fuck them both myself, many 
times ..."

As her husband's fingers continued to tease her cunt lips and her clit, 
Helen MacCauley spread her nylon-sheathed legs even wider apart. The 
dress was all bunched up around her hips now.

"Ohh, finger-fuck me, darling," she begged. "Get me off while I think 
about all the fun I'm going to have with these boys and girls this next 
week."

"Certainly, my dear," said her husband. And he began ramming his 
fingers in and out of the sophisticated woman's pussy.

The faster his fingers reamed her, the more she moaned and the harder 
her hips pumped against his hand. Her knuckles were white as she 
gripped the edge of the couch and her stylish shoes beat out a frenzied 
tattoo on the wooden floor as her excitement climbed higher and higher.

"Girls ... pussy ... cocks ... sucking ... fucking ..." she moaned and 
panted as her husband's strong fingers continued to fuck her dripping 
hole.

"More cock and cunt than you can eat," he whispered fiercely. "Think of 
it, Helen. Think of it! Nothing but young hot bodies for you to play 
with ... cocks ... cunts ... people going down on each other ... think 
of it, Helen ... think of it ..."

All at once the woman's body seemed to almost leap up and hang 
suspended as the fingers screwed extra deep.

"Oh, my God! she wailed. "That's it, baby ... ohhh, that's it ... 
AAAAggggHHHHMMMmmmm!"

A series of nearly unbelievable convulsions took hold of her as she 
writhed and twisted on the couch. The cum juices flowed freely from her 
pussy, washing over Lou MacCauley's hands and dripping down both his 
wrist and the smooth shiny nylons his wife wore.

Lou grinned. He'd been married to this bitch for nearly fifteen years 
and the reason it had lasted was that they knew what the other liked.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like it?"

"Ohh, you know I do, Lou ... that's it ... ohhh, I'm doing it ... I'm 
cumming again ... ohhh ... AGGGHHH, OHHH, OOOOOH!"

At last, knowing that she was drained for the time being, MacCauley's 
fingers came to rest. They remained inside her twat until the cunt 
walls had stopped quivering. Then they came out and ran the length of 
her body, up over her stomach and across her breasts and along the 
smooth curve of her neck. When they rested over her mouth, the fingers 
were still wet and heavily scented with her own juices. This was 
something else that MacCauley knew his wife always loved.

Holding her husband's hand with both of her own, she took the fingers 
into her mouth and licked her own cum from them, moaning softly to 
herself at the delicious taste.

As she did this, Lou asked casually, "And who were you thinking of, my 
sweet, when you finally shot your gun?"

"The woman," she mumbled, still licking. "The woman Mrs. Richards ... 
ohhh, Lou ... it's going to be so beautiful--"

Lou nodded, feeling his dick grow hard.

He knew his wife was right ...



Chapter 7


It was another lovely, cool night in northern Wisconsin. The scent of 
fresh pines seemed that much more noticeable due to the crispness of 
the clean air, and the chirping of birds and the forest insects filled 
the darkness, along with the distant, constant sound of Lake Michigan 
lapping up against the beach and rocks all around the peninsula. One 
felt a comfortable closeness to nature here ... and yet, weird things 
could happen anywhere, Mavis Richards knew as she and her two children 
walked down the path from their cabin to where the MacCauleys were 
staying.

She hadn't been able to shake the premonition that something strange 
was about to occur once they got to the MacCauleys' cabin. The feeling 
had lingered all during dinner, and was even stronger now as the cabin 
drew near.

The first surprise of the evening was when Helen MacCauley opened the 
front door to Mavis' knock. Mavis and her children had not dressed up 
for the occasion by any means--they were dressed super-casual in fact--
but they had nothing on Helen.

The statuesque redhead came to the door in a white combination robe-
negligee that left nothing to the imagination in the way it clung 
lovingly to the full curves of her lush body. It was obvious that she 
wore nothing underneath. Her erect nipples poked through the smooth 
cotton material just below the dipping neckline, and the way the ankle-
length robe sculpted itself to her thighs and long legs, the play of 
shadows made one almost think you could actually see the delicious bush 
of red pubic hair that would be snuggled in between her legs.

Mavis gulped audibly. She'd thought Helen to be a very attractive woman 
back there in the office, but seeing her like this ... Mavis felt vague 
tremors of excitement coursing through her at the unexpected sight.

Mrs. MacCauley held the door open and stepped aside with a lovely smile 
on her face. "Well, we're so glad you could make it," she said in that 
throaty voice of hers. "Won't you come in, folks?"

The front room of the cabin glowed softly and sensuously in the light 
of half a dozen tall, well-placed candles. Lou MacCauley had been 
sitting on one of the couches, apparently sharing drinks with his wife, 
and he rose as Mavis and her children stepped in. He was dressed in 
slacks and an open-necked shirt and, despite his considerable size, 
there was still a virile attractiveness about him.

"Ahh, Mavis," he greeted cheerily. "Billy and Debby ... so nice of you 
to come. Won't you sit down?"

Soft music drifted around the room from some hidden speakers. Combined 
with the candlelight, it created a relaxed, friendly, intimate 
atmosphere that Mavis and her kids immediately became a part of.

The three of them moved into the living room as Helen closed the door 
behind them. As they sat, Mr. MacCauley stood and crossed the room to a 
portable bar. After asking what they wanted, he fixed Mavis a Scotch on 
the rocks and poured each of the kids a coke. Coming back to the couch 
where they sat, he handed the drinks out and returned to the side of 
his wife, who was sitting on the couch across from the Richards clan. 
He raised his glass in a toast.

"To new friends," he said.

Everyone gave a pleasant murmur and took a long sip of their beverage. 
It was at this point that Mrs. MacCauley noticed that the children, 
especially Debby, seemed to be looking around for someone or something.

"Dear," she said to her husband, "I think one of the ... uh, family ... 
is missing."

Lou MacCauley snapped his fingers. "Of course! Sorry, kids," he said, 
and raising his voice he called, "Jason! Come here, boy! Come here!"

A moment later the German Shepherd came trotting into the living room 
from some other part of the house. He first came over to MacCauley, who 
gave him a quick pat, and then moved directly to Debby, nuzzling the 
back of his neck against her legs. He seemed to be more interested in 
her than ever.

"Well, you seem to have made a new friend," said Helen. "Jason really 
likes you."

"And I like him," Debby said, running her fingers along the animal's 
sleek body. "He's so ... so strong and ... and muscular-looking ..."

As they spoke, Mavis was taking another sip of her drink. She had only 
taken three drinks from her glass and already the room seemed warmer, 
the music seemed more sensual ...

"Have you managed this resort before?" asked Lou.

It took a moment for Mavis to realize she was being spoken to. "Umm ... 
w-what was that?" she asked slowly.

Mavis was vaguely aware that Helen seemed to have a sly, yet warm, 
loving smile on her face. "I think it's taking effect, dear," she said 
to her husband.

Sitting between his mother and sister, Billy Richards set his coke 
glass down on a coffee table. "Mom," he said lazily. "I ... I feel kind 
of funny ... I ... I feel kind of sleepy ..."

Mavis took another sip of her drink. She knew what Billy was talking 
about. She too felt lazy and aglow with some strange sensual feeling. 
The drink! she suddenly decided. The MacCauleys have put something in 
our drinks ... we've been drugged!

Jason was now standing before Debby with a front paw on each of her 
knees. Since her legs were spread somewhat, the way children will sit, 
Jason's underside was fully exposed, and it was obvious that the animal 
was getting stirred up about something. The shiny red flesh of his dick 
was throbbing to life from beneath his fur. He was still sniffing at 
Debby, rubbing his nose against her inner thighs. And Debby was 
fascinated by the dog too. Her eyes were glued to the throbbing animal-
prick.

When Mr. MacCauley spoke, his voice was a deep, rich whisper, thick 
with lust.

"It is a beautiful cock, isn't it?" he asked the girl.

Debby gasped at the dirty word, but not because she was shocked. The 
word just struck a chord in her that suddenly brought her own lust to 
the surface. She had been scratching Jason under his neck. Now, with 
her fingers spread wide, she slid her hand along the dog's belly until 
it came to his prick. Her eyes met those of the dog's and they just 
seemed to stare at each other as she wrapped her fingers loosely around 
the red, warm cock and began stroking it. As soon as she did this, 
Jason let out a long, low sound from deep in his throat, and the dick 
in Debby's hand seemed to grow even bigger. As she continued to stroke, 
Jason's hips began to thrust.

"Ohh, it's lovely ..." the girl sighed, still transfixed by the sight.

Next to her on the couch, both Billy and Mavis felt they should 
protest, but they could not. They were excited by the scene too!

The soft, teasing music, the warm glow of the candles, and whatever it 
was that Mr. MacCauley had slipped into their drinks, all combined to 
draw them into a sexual mood that grew deeper and deeper, more 
delicious with each passing moment. Both Billy and his mom watched 
transfixed as Jason fucked Debby's warm little hand. Billy felt his own 
prick grow hard as a pool cue, and Mavis knew that her pussy was wet 
and hot; she could feel the damp material of her panties clinging to 
her crotch.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Helen MacCauley said softly.

Mavis looked at her. Helen sat like the others, watching the 
delightful, forbidden scene of a thirteen-year-old girl masturbating a 
German Shepherd. It was unbelievably erotic, and Mrs. MacCauley had 
completely given in to her kinky desires. She sat somewhat slouched 
down in the couch beside her husband. Beneath her robe her legs were 
parted and her nostrils flared at the sight before her. She was running 
her hand up and down one of her husband's legs, and it was obvious that 
he too was excited; his cock bulged from the front of his slacks.

"Oh, by the way," Lou whispered smoothly to the people across from him 
as he touched his wife's thigh through the robe and continued to watch 
Debby and Jason, "you needn't be alarmed about the potent yet harmless 
aphrodisiac which I've placed in your drinks. An ancient Etruscan 
narcotic. Quite effective, don't you think?"

None of the Richards answered him directly. Debby was still engrossed 
in her delicious task.

"Mommy ..." she said softly. "Jason's big prick ... isn't it ... isn't 
it beautiful!"

"Yes," Mavis replied, unable to take her eyes from the sight of the 
warm, wet cock sliding in and out of Debby's fist. "It's so ... 
different from a man's but ... still so exciting--"

"It'll sure be beautiful when he cums," said Billy, and both women 
moaned at his words.

Debby stroked Jason's cock faster and faster. The German Shepherd's 
strong flanks were pumping with steady, even thrusts. His tongue was 
hanging out and he was breathing loudly as he fucked the girl's hand, 
but his sounds were now indiscernible from the sighs and moans of the 
humans in the room.

"Ah, I see you don't object to me tampering with your drinks then," Mr. 
MacCauley continued. "But then, I didn't think you would. You see, Mrs. 
MacCauley and I are, uh, swingers, I suppose the proper term would be, 
and we go on vacation every year looking for people to share our ... 
diversions with. Sometimes people are willing but need their, shall we 
say, code of conduct eroded somewhat. We nearly always let these people 
know what they're drinking first but, in your case, we thought we'd 
make an exception. You see, my sensuous Richards family, Helen and I 
arrived early today and took a long walk and, quite by accident I 
assure you, we came upon a most exciting spectacle in one of the fields 
near here ..."

"We saw you," Helen MacCauley said thickly. "We saw you fucking and 
sucking, you beautiful people, and we wanted to fuck and suck all of 
you."

Mr. MacCauley's eyes connected with Mavis'. "Any objections to that, 
Mrs. Richards?" he asked pleasantly.

Mavis was almost too excited to hear him, but at last she did nod, 
still loving and being turned on by the sight of her little Debby and 
the big dog. The drug in her drink certainly was knocking away all of 
her inhibitions, that was for sure. She'd never experienced anything 
like it. The whole atmosphere of the room was one of sensuous sexual 
freedom.

As if reading her mind, Mr. MacCauley said to all of them, "I want you 
to do whatever you feel like doing. I want you to masturbate, or to 
make love to anyone in this room whom you would like to ..."

And so saying, he stood up and began removing his clothes. His eyes 
moved from the scene of the girl and the dog to where Mavis sat. As he 
slipped off his slacks, his cock snapped up to attention. It was 
gigantic! A thick, long, mature slab of hot, aroused meat.

That was all Billy needed! He unzipped his jeans, not even taking them 
all the way off, and grabbed his hard young pecker. As Debby hand-
fucked the German Shepherd, the boy watched, sliding his hand up and 
down the white pillar of his own cock.

Beside him, Debby finally spoke. "Did ... did you say we could make 
love to anyone in this room?" she asked hotly, not stopping her hand.

Helen MacCauley caught her meaning and nodded. "Anyone, or anything, 
child," she replied. "What did you have in mind, darling?"

At last Debby stopped her hand and ran both her hands up and down the 
dog's body.

"Jason ..." she said. "I-I want to make love to this beautiful dog ..."

If she had expected any protests, there were none.

Mavis was now staring at MacCauley. "I want to be screwed by that big 
beautiful cock," she said plainly.

And Helen was transfixed by the sight of Billy beating his meat. "And 
when that lovely dick shoots its load of cum," she moaned, "I want it 
all deep down in my throat ..."

MacCauley clasped his hands together and rubbed them. "Well, then," he 
said, "what are we waiting for? Would anyone-heh--heh--care for another 
drink?"

No one even heard the offer. The aphrodisiac was a powerful one and the 
amount already consumed had been more than enough to submerge everyone 
in the room in a sea of lusting need.

Debby stood up first and gracefully stripped the clothes from her body. 
Everyone in the room took a moment to pause and drink in the smooth 
lines of her young body. The small pert breasts and the lean hips and 
the firm, nicely curved ass.

"Lovely," murmured Helen. "Just lovely ..."

After she had stripped off her panties and tossed them into a pile with 
the rest of her clothes, Debby lowered herself to the floor, stretching 
out on her back. Jason came over to her at once. The first thing he did 
was to lower his face to hers, and his tongue lapped out and gave her a 
kiss. Then he trotted around to between her legs. He sniffed at the 
girl's cunt briefly, then lowered his face to it.

"As you can see," Lou pointed out, "Jason is a very well-trained dog 
..."

Debby reached down between her legs and touched the dog's head as it 
sniffed her cunt. It stopped sniffing, and its tongue licked out across 
the pink, sensitive, glistening pussy lips.

Debby's body writhed on the carpet. "OHHHH ... oh, Jason ..." she 
gasped.

The dog began licking faster and harder. Yes, Jason was well trained--
he centered the lapping of his long hard tongue right around the area 
of Debby's clitoris, and soon the girl was gasping and grinding her 
hips against the animal's face as the German Shepherd slurped away.

Sitting on the couch watching her, Billy stroked his cock faster and 
faster, while with each thrust of his hand, Helen MacCauley felt 
herself becoming more aroused.

Ohhh, she thought, it's been so long since I've given head to a young 
boy like Billy ...

Meanwhile, Mavis had followed the lead of her daughter and, standing, 
had slipped from her clothes. Extending a hand to Lou MacCauley, she 
whispered huskily, "Come here, you well-hung stud, and sit down on the 
couch. I want to sit on top of you ... would you fuck me that way ... 
please?"

"Sure, Mavis," he said, coming past her and sitting with his legs 
spread slightly on the couch where Mavis had just been sitting, next to 
Billy. His ten-inch cock was pointing directly at the ceiling. "Have a 
seat, baby," he invited.

Unable to take her eyes off the dick, Mavis moved forward.

On the floor, Jason had stopped eating out Debby's cunt. A worried look 
crossed the aroused teenager's face, but disappeared as she looked 
between her legs and saw what the animal was doing. No, he was not 
finished with her. Not by any means! He had just stopped licking her 
because now there was something else on his horny mind!

This was obviously not the first time Jason had screwed a woman, and 
for one fleeting instant, Debby wondered how many times Jason had taken 
Lou MacCauley's place with Helen ...

Debby could see that the best way for getting fucked by the animal--and 
the way that Jason was probably used to--would have been for her to 
roll over with her butt in the air so that he could enter her from 
behind but she didn't want it that way. She wanted to see Jason as he 
screwed her; that would be half the fun! So she spread her legs wide, 
holding her knees and lifting her ass so that her cunt hole was exposed 
at a more upward angle that Jason would find easier to enter.

And sure enough, Jason quickly adapted to the change. The cock 
extending from his underside had swollen to a good seven inches by now. 
Debby's stared at it, her mouth open slightly, her breathing shallow 
and gasping, as the dog straddled her and the dick inched closer and 
closer to the lips of her hole.

"Ooooo, that's it, Jason," she crooned. "That's it ... fuck me, baby 
... fuck me ..."

As the tip of the shiny cock made actual contact with the outer lips of 
her cunt, Debby gave a loud gasp of pleasure and instinctively clasped 
her legs tight around the dog's body, locking him even closer to her.

At the sight of this, Billy stroked the head of his cock faster and 
faster, feeling himself ready to cum. My sister is getting fucked by a 
dog, he thought frantically, and she loves it!

The thought excited him almost as much as the sight!

And then the dog's cock was inside the girl's cunt! He slid in 
smoothly, effortlessly, and suddenly Debby could feel the exciting wiry 
bristles of his underside rammed up tight against the soft down of her 
pussy hair. But only for an instant, and then he pulled out almost all 
the way--before ramming back in again with a powerful lunge. And that 
set the pace of his fucking. The dog screwed the young girl in hard, 
thrusting pumps, and Debby loved it. Her ass was bucking in time to the 
German Shepherd's now, and little squeals and yelps of pleasure burst 
from her lips.

As Billy watched this horny scene and masturbated to it, he felt the 
weight on the couch increase next to him, and was only mildly surprised 
to see his mother sit down on Lou MacCauley's ten-inch cock.

The slim brunette mother must have been as aroused as Mr. MacCauley 
was, for they indulged in no foreplay whatsoever. She just squatted 
down across his lap and the entire length of his prick slid easily into 
the depths of her cunt.

"Ohhhhmmmm," Mavis groaned. "That feels sooo good!"

Once she had settled down on top of him, she circled her legs around 
his waist. And then they began fucking. Mavis would lift her ass up 
slightly off MacCauley's lap and swing it around in small circles, 
teasing his cockhead with just the outer lips of her cunt, before 
humping back down in time to his upward thrusts.

"Ohh, that's it, that's it," she moaned. "Fuck me with that big cock, 
you beautiful stud ... ohhh ... ohh!"

"Mmmm, baby, you are one fine piece of ass," MacCauley groaned as he 
pumped his dick in and out of her wet sucking pussy. "One of the best 
I've ever had!"

But things were still happening!

For just as Billy noticed his mother lowering herself onto the cock of 
Mr. MacCauley, Mrs. MacCauley--still wearing her robe--finally left her 
place on the couch and came over to kneel down in front of the 
masturbating boy. She took his hand in hers and removed it from his 
cock.

"Here," she purred sexily. "Let me do that."

The cock was already glistening and wet from the pre-cum juices that 
had oozed from the head. Helen MacCauley took up right where Billy had 
left off. Her slim, long-nailed fingers slid up and down the length of 
the hard shaft.

"Mmmmm," groaned the boy. "Ooohhh, that's nice ..."

"It's going to get nicer," Helen promised and, opening her mouth, she 
lowered her face to his lap.

She didn't take the entire dick in all at once. She was an expert at 
giving head, and she used all of her prowess on Billy! She closed her 
lips just around the pulsating head of the cock at first, while her 
hand still continued to stroke it down to the base from where it 
protruded from his jeans.

The woman's mouth was warm and slick with saliva. She swirled her 
tongue in circles around the head of the boy's rod, and occasionally 
let her front teeth nip teasingly at the tender flesh that, she knew, 
was already close to exploding. After a few moments of this, without 
warning, she bobbed her head down and Billy's dick rammed into her hot 
mouth up to the hilt.

Billy's hips bucked off the couch in delight as she began giving him 
deep throat. The redhead's face bobbed up and down on the boy's lap, 
and to Billy it was like fucking the deepest cunt imaginable, only with 
one big difference--this cunt had teeth and wiggling lips and swishing 
tongue that were sending him into another dimension.

"Yes ... yes, that's it ..." he groaned, holding onto the sides of her 
head as he fucked her face madly. "Ohh, Mrs. MacCauley ... you do that 
so good!"

Beside him his mother and Helen's husband were kissing while their hips 
circled and pumped at each other's in time to their moans and gasps of 
pleasure, and on the floor Debby was panting and occasionally screaming 
now as the German Shepherd rammed his prick in and out of her 
fluttering, dripping cunt.

Only Mrs. MacCauley was not getting satisfied, and she decided to do 
something about it. Without taking her robe off, she spread her legs as 
far as she could in her kneeling position and with her free hand pulled 
the hem line of the robe up around the spread checks of her ass. Then 
she momentarily took Bill's cock from her mouth. Not wanting to 
disappoint him, though, she continued masturbating him with her hand, 
letting the long sharp nail of her index finger scratch teasingly back 
and forth along the underside of the aroused head.

She looked over her shoulder and said, "Debby, child ... my pussy is 
dripping ... please ... while Jason is fucking you ... come here and 
eat me out, darling, the way you did to your mother this afternoon ..."

"Oh, yes ... yes, I'd love to," gasped Debby and, as the dog gave a 
particularly violent thrust: "Ohhhh, Jason! Jason, you beautiful 
animal!"

Without allowing the dog dick to slip from her pussy, she twisted 
around until she was lying down with her head against the couch, 
looking up at Helen's twat. The wet slickness of the soft white flesh 
was shiny from the light of the candles, and Debby could detect the 
lovely scent of aroused cunt without even lifting her face.

But she did lift her face to the fur-trimmed cunt hole. As the German 
Shepherd fucked her, she clasped her hands around the firm, spread 
cheeks of Helen's ass and lifted her face to the soaked lips of the 
excited pussy. She began by licking the lips, then she went for the 
clit, and as she nibbled and sucked the older woman closer and closer 
to orgasm, with her head now buried under the folds of Helen 
MacCauley's robe, she brought one of her hands around, and began 
finger-fucking the redhead bitch while she ate her, just as Mavis had 
done it to her that afternoon in the open field.

And the effect was the same on Helen as it had been on little Debby! 
The older woman gave a long, loud delicious moan. With one hand she 
continued to stroke Billy's cock. With the other she reached down 
between her body and the couch and ran her fingers through Debby's hair 
while the thirteen-year-old reamed her with tongue and fingers. She 
again lowered her face to Billy's cock. She only took about the first 
three inches or so into her hot mouth this time, but she began bobbing 
her head steadily while she scratched up and down along the lower 
portion with her nails, and she knew as the shaft grew extra hard and 
throbbed even more than in another second or two she would be 
swallowing his full load of love cream.

Debby was the first to cum.

"Ohhhh!" she squealed. "I-I feel Jason ... I feel the dog ... he-he's 
ready to shoot his load into me! Oh, it's beautiful ... oh-ohhhh ... 
I'm CUMMMIIINNNGGG ... OOOOHHHMMMM!!"

She pumped her cunt faster, and it was more than the poor dog could 
handle. With a long, drawn-out growl, his whole canine body seemed to 
go into convulsions as the full load of his boiling cum fired full-
blast up Debby's twat.

The excitement of this caused Debby's tongue to flutter even faster 
than before. Above her, Helen and Billy came at almost the same time. 
Debby could feel Helen's cunt explode as juice dribbled down her chin.

"HOLY SHIT I'M CUUMMMIIINNGGGG!" cried Billy as his balls erupted.

Helen caught the full load of cum in her mouth. She gulped as the thick 
load poured into her and flowed down her throat.

Next to them, Mavis and Lou MacCauley were both watching the scene, and 
the sight was all it took to push them both over the edge.

"Hold on, you beautiful bitch,", MacCauley rasped. "Here it comes!"

His incredibly big prick blasted off inside her as her own flowing 
juices dripped and mingled together with his.

"OHHHH, BAAABBBYYY!" screamed Mavis as her climax pounded away at her 
writhing, sweaty body. Her nails clawed at the man's back, leaving long 
red scratches.

Finally, the sexual energy of the group fuck-fest subsided, and one by 
one the couples pulled away from each other. With a contented 
expression on his canine face, Jason trotted out of the room, back to 
wherever it was he had originally come from, while Billy lounged back 
on the couch and Helen and Debby sat relaxed on the floor, their backs 
against the couch at Billy's feet. Mavis and Lou were the last couple 
to disengage, after a long final kiss, and Mavis joined the girls on 
the carpeted floor while Lou, ever the gracious host, weakly got to his 
feet and made his way back to the portable bar.

"Drinks, anybody?" he asked good-naturedly. "Please," sighed Mavis. 
"But, uh, would you mind passing up on the additive this time, Lou?"

"Mavis is right, baby," agreed Helen. "I think we could all use a 
breather. How about you kids?" she asked, looking at Billy and Debby.

But the Richards children could only nod dully, their minds completely 
blown by their first orgy.

Moments later MacCauley came back with fresh drinks and handed them 
out. Then he sat down next to his wife, but his conversation was 
directed at Mavis.

"I hope you realize," he said sincerely, "what an unbelievable gold 
mine you've got for swinging here."

Mavis sipped her drink. Her mind, just like her kids', was still a 
little spaced out from all that had just occurred.

"I-I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at, Lou," she 
said.

"Well, I don't mean a gold mine financially, of course," Lou explained. 
"That's not what swinging is all about. What I meant was that you have 
a really ideal situation here."

"I'm sorry, Lou," Mavis grinned weakly. "I just must be fucked out." 
She cast a quick smiling glance at Helen. "I guess you know what a good 
lay your old man is, right?" Then, back to Lou, "But I still don't 
follow. This is just a resort ... people only stay here for a week, two 
at the very most."

Helen nodded. "Yes, dear. Don't you see? That's exactly what Lou is 
getting at."

"I've seen most of the people who're staying here," said Lou. "There 
are some retired couples, sure, and some real reserved straight types, 
and I'll agree that swinging wouldn't be their trip. But what about the 
others, Mavis?"

On the couch, Billy cocked a head in his mother's direction as he 
finally began picking up on the conversation. "Hey, I'm getting what 
you're saying, Mr. MacCauley," he said. "Mom, that sounds pretty good 
..."

"See, what's going to happen when you get couples up here who are into 
swapping?" Lou continued. "Or when you get young sexy couples who might 
have thought about it, or might be willing to think about it ... well, 
they're going to be up here in a comfortable resort in the middle of 
the northwoods, with no one around who they know, who they have to feel 
inhibited around ... you see what I mean?"

Mavis nodded. "They'd let themselves go," she said. "This would be the 
ideal place ..."

Beside her, Debby broke out with a wide grin. "Gee, Mom, that could 
really be exciting!"

But Mavis was still doubtful. "But ... how do you make advances on a 
couple who you ... think might be into ... into doing something like 
that?"

"It's easy enough," Lou said. "You saw how we did it with you."

Billy grinned. "Yeah, but that was cheating," he chuckled. "You used 
that shit ... that stuff could make a marble statue horny!"

"Okay, so we cut a few corners to expedite matters," admitted Lou. "But 
... well, there are other ways ..."

Helen touched his sleeve. "You know, dear," she said, "since we plan to 
be here for the whole week, and if Mavis and the children wouldn't mind 
... well, maybe if they picked out a likely couple, we could, uh, show 
them how it's done. We could all invite another couple over and just 
... see what happens."

Debby's eyes gleamed at the thought. The German Shepherd had been one 
fine lover; he'd really given her a good fucking. Her tender young 
pussy was already beginning to itch with need for more sex ... with 
anyone!

"Let's do it, Mom," she urged. "Let's pick out a couple who turns us on 
and invite them over, like Mrs. MacCauley says. That'd be great!"

"It'd be a great way to lose our job here if the thing backfired," 
Mavis reminded her.

"I bet it wouldn't backfire if we invited the Jordans," said Billy 
pointedly, catching his mother's eye.

Billy had said the right thing! As he knew it would, the mention of the 
young couple's name spread a warmth through Mavis' body as she recalled 
diddling herself off to the sight of the newlyweds making love the day 
before.

"Yes, the Jordans by all means," said Helen. "I must say I've had my 
eye on them myself ... a very handsome young couple, don't you think, 
dear?"

MacCauley nodded. "Yes ... yes, they'd do nicely," he agreed, and then 
he looked at Mavis. "Well, what do you say? Does the idea of fucking 
and sucking with those two young people turn you on, Mavis?"

The young mother could not help but moan as she pictured the newlyweds 
screwing each other, and how she had wished she could've been with 
them, getting her own pussy reamed by Mike Jordan's healthy slab of 
meat while at the same time feeling the hot sweaty flesh of the aroused 
bride slipping and sliding against her own.

"A-alright," she said at last. "I'm game. Let's do it ..."



Chapter 8


The next day, which was a Monday, was a lazy one for the Richards 
family. In fact, they didn't even start getting out of bed until well 
past eleven. That was one of the nicer aspects about this particular 
summer job. All that was really required of Mavis and her children by 
the owner was that they work their butts off on Saturday, when they had 
to clean all of the units between ten a.m. and two p.m. As for the 
other six days of the week, the time was their own, outside of such 
minor responsibilities as mowing the lawn or giving directions to the 
guests on how to reach different points of interest in the area. Yes, 
it was the ideal summer job and, the more Mavis thought about it, it 
was also the ideal situation for the things they had discussed with the 
MacCauleys the night before.

It had been decided, before they'd split up the night before, that the 
MacCauleys would be the ones to approach Mike and Lana Jordan about 
joining them that evening. Mavis was really on uncertain ground. She 
wouldn't have known just how to handle the matter without becoming 
extremely embarrassed and self-conscious. Of course, she wouldn't have 
just come out and told the young couple what she and the MacCauleys had 
in mind, but just the same ... And she was more than a bit apprehensive 
about how the events scheduled for that evening might affect her job at 
the resort. What if the Jordans, once they discovered what was going 
on, wanted no part in any swapping arrangement? What if they stomped 
out, intending to phone the owner of the place and report Mavis and her 
children. Mavis shuddered inwardly at the thought. The humiliation 
would be terrible, to say nothing of losing the job!

But she shook that thought out of her mind.

If Debby and Billy were overly excited about another swap session at 
the MacCauley's cabin, they were keeping it to themselves. And Mavis 
could tell, from the low-keyed way that they asked her from time to 
time during the day, about whether or not she'd heard from Helen or Lou 
that that was exactly the case.

Helen dropped into the Richards' office-cabin about three that 
afternoon, supposedly for a cup of coffee but in actuality to relay the 
message that the newlywed couple had accepted their invitation for that 
evening; that they'd be arriving around eight o'clock or so.

"It should be a most enjoyable evening," Helen said after a sip of 
coffee. "After speaking with them, I'm even more certain than before 
that they should fit right in with our ... er, plans for this evening."

"Th-that's wonderful," said Mavis. "The children and I are really 
looking forward to it."

Billy and Debby were playing outside with some of their new friends.

"Ah, then you'll be bringing the youngsters," smiled Mrs. MacCauley. "I 
so want to give more attention to young Billy. He's a fine specimen of 
young manhood, Mavis."

Although a bit shocked at the way Helen spoke so plainly, it somehow 
excited Mavis at the same time.

"Oh, yes," she said. "We'll be there ... we'll be there willing and 
ready!"

Mavis, Billy and Debby arrived on the front porch of the MacCauley's 
cabin that evening at seven forty-five. It had been agreed that they 
would arrive just a bit earlier than the Jordans, to discuss any last-
minute matters that might come up before the planned seduction of the 
newlyweds into the world of swapping.

Helen met them at the door in a dress that clung lovingly to her lush 
figure. The front room was lit by softly glowing table lamps this time, 
and there was yet another change from the night before. A screen and 
movie projector had been set up in the middle of the room. Lou 
MacCauley came into the room to greet them from a door leading off to 
the left, and he was dressed as casually and looked as good to Mavis as 
he had the last time she'd seen him. Remembering the fine fucking he'd 
given her on the couch, she felt herself growing warm already at the 
thought of what lay ahead.

It would be a real tossup as to which of the two men she would like to 
be screwed by that evening. There was Lou, but then there was Mike 
Jordan, too ... or maybe she could fix something up with both of them!

"Ah, right on time, I see," smiled Lou, and he came over and embraced 
Mavis, giving her a light kiss on the lips before grinning at the 
children.

"And how are you kids tonight?" he asked.

"Great," grinned Billy. "My dick's been hard all afternoon. You really 
think it'll work, Mr. MacCauley? I've been checking Mr. and Mrs. Jordan 
out pretty damn good around the grounds today, I can tell you! I sure 
would like a piece of that little redhead's tail!"

"Oh, I don't think we have to worry much about Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, 
Billy," the older man smiled. Then he looked at Debby, asking, "And how 
are you this evening, my child?"

The girl was looking around as she answered absently, "Oh, all right 
... where's Jason?"

Helen gave a throaty, appreciative laugh. "You and our pet must 
certainly have gotten on well last night, dear," she said. Then, 
raising her voice, she called out the dog's name and a moment later the 
German Shepherd came trotting in. "Here he is, here's our boy ... and 
he certainly seems happy to see you as well, Debby!"

The first person Jason came up to when he pranced into the room was the 
thirteen-year-old girl. The handsome animal nudged her lovingly and she 
returned the attention, stroking him affectionately.

"Good boy, Jason ... good boy ..." she said over and over. Her tight 
little cunt was already growing wet. All Debby could think about was 
the lovely fucking the dog had given her, and she wanted more!

After Lou had served drinks and everyone was seated, Mavis asked, "Just 
how are we going to go about this? You mentioned last night that we 
probably wouldn't be using the aphrodisiac on Mike and Lana."

Lou reached over and patted her thighs. "Just leave everything to me," 
he said with a grin. "I didn't mention it last night, but I'm a movie 
collector; all kinds of movies. Well, I'll just put one on now--the 
Jordans should be arriving any minute, and we'll try to give the 
impression that we've been watching for a while--and when I start the 
conversation rolling in a certain direction, you just play along, okay? 
You'll know. what to do when the, uh, time comes to do it. You can 
trust me on that!"

He made that last remark with a confident smile, and Mavis knew deep 
inside that she could trust him. He and Helen had obviously run through 
this same scenario before.

Lou stood and walked over to the movie projector. "Well then," he said, 
"since we have a short time to amuse ourselves here, why don't we watch 
a film?" Just as he reached the light switch, he said, "Oh, and by the 
way. I know Helen and I don't look the type, but we do have some pot 
here. We've found that sex goes really great with it. If there are no 
objections, why, I'll start a joint around once the film is showing."

"Oh, no objections from me!" Billy replied with a quick smile. Then, 
with a quick look to his mother to see that she wouldn't mind, he 
added, "In fact, I have a few joints I could add to the party myself."

With that, Lou flicked off the lights and rolled the film. If Mavis and 
the kids had been expecting a porn film or something similar right off 
the bat, they were mistaken. To their mild surprise, the film was not 
porn at all! Far from it! It was an old Laurel and Hardy classic from 
the early thirties, and before five minutes had passed, everyone in the 
room was smiling at the antics of the two master clowns.

"Well, we might as well start a little smoking," said Helen as the film 
continued. Reaching into a drawer in the small table at the end of the 
couch, she came out with a joint of marijuana. She lit it, took a hit, 
and passed it across to Mavis.

About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the front door. It 
was Mike and Lana Jordan, of course. Lou rose from his seat to let them 
in, but he didn't shut off the projector.

"So glad you could come, so glad you could come," he said happily as he 
ushered the youthful couple in. "We're just watching the tail end of an 
old film; only about ten minutes to go. Won't you kids come in and have 
a seat and watch it with us? You've met Helen and I'm sure you met 
Mavis and Billy and Debby when you checked in." Everyone nodded to each 
other as the Jordans found a seat. Then, in a very casual tone, Lou 
said, "I'm sure you can smell it in the air, but we've been indulging 
in the smoking of a, er, somewhat illicit substance."

Handsome, muscular Mike Jordan gave a laugh. "Sure, we can smell it. In 
fact, we smoked some before coming over!"

Right about then a joint came their way and they each took a long 
healthy pull before passing it on. Seeing that that minor barrier had 
been gotten around, Lou gave an appreciative laugh and went back to his 
spot next to Helen. The remainder of the movie was enjoyed by all, and 
when the lights went back on everyone was high and relaxed.

Mavis couldn't help but admire the way the MacCauleys had worked things 
so far. Here were these three groups of people, total strangers to each 
other, and already the atmosphere in the living room of the cabin was 
relaxed and friendly and open, and there'd hardly even been any 
discussion yet!

At the completion of the film Lou rose and fixed drinks for the 
Jordans, and refreshed the drinks of everyone else. While he did this, 
and while idle small talk filtered around the room, Mavis checked out 
the couple sitting near her. Both were dressed casually, Mike in a 
sweater and jeans and the red-headed Lana in a loose-fitting dress that 
came down to her ankles. Loose-fitting as the outfit was, though, her 
firm round breasts arched proudly against the material, and Mavis felt 
sure that she wore nothing underneath.

Helen got the conversation rolling in the right direction by saying, 
"So you kids are on your honeymoon! How does the married life feel?"

Mike pulled out a joint of his own and lit it.

"Oh, just great," he said. "Although it's not that different for us 
from before. See, we were living together for about a year before we 
were married."

Lou gave a good-natured laugh. "Had to try each other out ... in all 
kinds of ways, eh?"

In another setting, the remark might have been in bad taste, but not 
here. Everyone was enjoying each other's company, all of their defenses 
were down, and the comedy movie had injected a laughing, good humor 
into the atmosphere.

"Oh, that is important," said Lana, softly. "Mike and I are perfectly 
matched ... in every way."

"Yes, yes, it's very important," Lou continued. "Helen and I love sex. 
I mean it's true, right, so we might as well say it."

"I think it's wonderful that you can say it," said Billy.

"I do too," nodded Mavis. "You two really seem well adjusted to each 
other sexually. It's ... it's not something dirty with you, to be 
snickered at, but a really healthy way of expressing yourselves."

"No sexual inhibitions with us, that's for sure," agreed Helen. "Sex is 
beautiful. We love it. We love having it, reading about it, we even 
have a number of porn films in our collection."

Debby gave a little squeal of delight. "You have sex movies here?" she 
asked. "Golly ... that sounds neat--"

"Yes, we have some of our porn stuff along with us," Lou said. Then he 
added, with a nod towards the Jordans, "But I really don't think, 
Debby--"

Mike Jordan exhaled a bit of pot smoke that he'd been holding and 
interrupted with, "Oh, don't spare us! We love porn as much as the next 
young couple." He looked at his wife. "You wouldn't get grossed out by 
some sex films, would you, babe?"

Lana Jordan was shy of manner, but in everything else the new bride 
seemed to be a more liberated young lady.

"Oh, not at all," she smiled. "I'd love it. We saw 'Deep Throat' six 
times, didn't we?"

"As long as the projector's up, why not?" said Mavis. "The kids are 
mature, aren't you, kids?"

Debby nodded, still infatuated with Jason. Billy nodded too, wondering 
if anyone could notice the hard-on that was throbbing to life beneath 
his tight jeans, pulling them at the seams. Being only fifteen years 
old, Billy had never seen a real porn movie, and just the idea excited 
him.

By this time, Lou MacCauley was standing at the projector, threading in 
another reel.

"Here's a little dandy called 'Caught By Daddy'," he said. "It's one of 
the better ones; hope you like it." He got a wolfish, good-natured look 
on his face and added, "If it really turns anyone on--and it usually 
does--why, the bedroom is just through that door there."

Everyone in the room gave an appreciative little laugh, and then the 
lights went off and the movie began. There was no soundtrack, and the 
only sound in the cabin now was the whir of the projector as seven 
pairs of eyes gazed at the screen and waited ...

The flick began innocently enough, with an exterior shot of a middle-
class suburban house that reminded Mavis somewhat of the one she and 
the kids had just left in Milwaukee. An attractive girl in her early 
twenties, carrying some sort of display case, came strolling onto the 
screen. She wore a very short dress and her ass and tits moved 
rhythmically as she walked up the path to the front door of the house 
and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a handsome man who appeared to be in his early 
forties. The girl opened the case and showed the man some sample 
magazines she had for sale. He let her in. Inside the house, a young 
girl of about seventeen sat cross-legged on a couch eating an apple. 
The salesgirl walked in and the camera caught a shot of the man--
apparently the young girl's father checking her out. Then the camera 
started at the girl's feet and showed the viewer what he was seeing.

The camera moved slowly upward, from the platform shoes the girl was 
wearing, along her lovely nyloned legs to where the dress began. She 
was nicely stacked and, from the way the nipples popped through the 
material, it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. The camera 
stopped at her face, surrounded by full blonde hair, and it became 
apparent that she had been paying just as much attention to the man.

"She certainly is an attractive girl," said Lana Jordan, her eyes 
somewhat glazed as she carefully watched the camera take in the chick's 
figure.

She's noticing the girl, Mavis found herself thinking. Does she swing 
both ways?

Mavis took a quick look around the room. Debby was still paying more 
than a little attention to the dog. Billy, thinking that no one could 
see him or maybe just not giving a damn, was stroking the front of his 
jeans. Between them and Mavis sat Mike and Lana, with Mike closest to 
her. They had their arms around each other and their bodies were close. 
Mavis wasn't sure, but in the flickering light from the screen, she 
thought she could see a bulge at the front of Mike's slacks. It was a 
big bulge, and, remembering the length and width of it from the day 
before, Mavis decided that Lana Jordan was one lucky female!

On the other side of Mavis, Lou and Helen MacCauley sat in rapt 
attention, but their hands were busy! Helen had her hands at the front 
of her husband's slacks, kneading him there, and Lou, with his arm 
around Helen, was stroking one of his wife's titties. As Mavis watched, 
Helen's legs parted involuntarily and her free hand dropped to her lap. 
On the screen, the man and the salesgirl were standing at a table going 
through some of the magazines the girl was trying to sell, and their 
backs were to the man's teenage daughter. They had also left the sample 
case, with a few more magazines, near her. Idly she reached over and 
picked one up. It was a porno magazine; a hard-core porno magazine full 
of hard, erect cocks pumping in and out of hot mouths and hotter cunts.

The daughter paged through the magazine and you could tell it was 
turning her on. As she paged with one hand, her other hand drifted to 
her titties and began playing with them through her blouse.

At last, with a look to see that her father and the salesgirl weren't 
paying her any attention, she took the porno magazine and left the 
room. The next scene was one of what was obviously the teenager's 
bedroom. Closing the door, she stretched out on the bed, pulled off the 
dress she'd been wearing and, propping her head up on a pillow, she 
continued paging through the book. Her eyes were unblinking now and her 
mouth parted slightly. Her tongue licked out at her lips and her free 
hand pulled and tweaked at the nipples of her young tits. Then the hand 
dropped as she spread the lips of her pussy and found her clit with her 
middle finger and began masturbating.

"Ooooh, that is sexy ..." purred Lana Jordan.

Her husband Mike took his eyes off the screen for a moment and lowered 
his lips to his wife's smooth throat. His tongue licked out and his 
teeth nibbled as he kissed her there.

"It's turning me on too," he said huskily. "Hope nobody minds if the 
newlyweds get a little horny here ..."

"Go right ahead, kids," said Lou, giving his wife's boob an extra 
squeeze that caused her to moan audibly. "That's what these things are 
for!"

Watching the lovely young girl on the screen finger-fuck herself, Mavis 
felt her own hot twat grow soaking wet against the clinging material of 
her panties. She didn't even try to stop one of her hands from drifting 
to her boobs, where the fingertips played lovingly with her own hard 
nipples.

On the couch opposite her, Billy was still playing with his cock, but 
he was only watching the screen half the time. The other half he was 
watching the others in the room getting turned on. He wished that he 
were the one getting ready to put it to Lana. He wished that he were 
the one caressing Helen MacCauley's lovely tits as she moaned with her 
eyes glued to the screen. Hell, he even wished that he could be the one 
to take care of the hots he knew his mother must be experiencing, to 
say nothing of Debby. His teenage sister, also watching the 
masturbating girl on the screen, had slunk as far down as she could go 
on the couch and had spread her legs, and the German Shepherd now had 
his nose and mouth tight up against her crotch. Debby was moaning as 
the dog teased her cunt through the material of her jeans.

The room was electric with sexual tension. The sighs and moans could 
now be easily heard above the muted noise of the projector.

On the screen, the action continued. The door to the teenage girl's 
bedroom opened, and all of a sudden there stood the girl's father, and 
behind him the foxy magazine lady, staring with wide-eyed surprise at 
the scene of the young chick finger-fucking herself on the bed.

The father stepped into the room. The girl looked ashamed at having 
been caught. The father sat down on the bed next to her and appeared to 
be sternly, yet lovingly, scolding her. As he did this, the magazine 
woman drifted into the room and sat down on the opposite side of the 
girl. She seemed to be fascinated by the smooth expanse of soft flesh 
exposed before her. Without even seeming to be aware that she was doing 
it, she reached out and let a hand slide along the length of one of the 
daughter's tanned thighs.

The girl reacted immediately. Apparently she had not made herself cum 
yet and she was still horny with desire. Even as her father spoke to 
her, she rolled over to face the other girl and their arms drifted 
around each other. The camera moved in for a close-up of their kiss, of 
the darting of tongues from one mouth to the other. Then the camera 
drifted down to show that, as she was kissing the daughter, the 
magazine girl was also dipping a long-nailed finger deeply in and out 
of the teenager's glistening twat.

By this time all of the cocks in the MacCauley cabin were rock hard, 
and all of the cunts were dripping wet ...

Mike Jordan had half turned toward his wife. The cute young bride's 
legs were spread under the ankle-length dress she wore and Mike had one 
of his legs between hers, dry-humping her cunt through the material 
with his upper thigh. He was still kissing her throat and palming her 
titties, and Lana was loving it. They were far too drunk, far too 
stoned, and far too horny to give a shit what anyone else thought!

Not that anyone would have minded anyway!

Lou MacCauley and his wife were a stimulating picture of erotica there 
in the flickering light from the screen. Helen's dress was bunched up 
around her hips, her legs were spread wide, and as they kissed 
soulfully and passionately, the woman's husband was expertly finger-
fucking her horny cunt. At the same time, Helen was doing one hell of a 
number on him. She had already unzipped his slacks and his cock stood 
out hard and erect. Her fist was pumping up and down along the shaft, 
and both of them were panting hard.

Sitting between them and the Jordans, Mavis decided to make her move. 
She had loved the fucking Lou MacCauley had given her, and she'd 
decided that she had more than a little yen for his wife. But then 
there was that well-hung Mike--she had been thinking about that hard 
dick of his ever since she'd seen him giving it to Lana there in their 
bedroom.

She had to have him ...

But it had to be done right. So far this had just been a kind of sexy 
party. Now Mavis was about to make the first move to turn it into the 
swap orgy that she'd been getting turned on thinking about all day. But 
she needed help ... and she knew where to get it.

She looked across at Billy. The fifteen-year-old looked so horny that 
he didn't know what to do with himself. He was playing with his cock 
openly now, stroking himself as he watched Mike and Lana dry hump each 
other. It was obvious that he'd give anything for a chance to pump his 
own dick into the redhead's ready twat.

After about half a minute, he became aware that his mother was staring 
at him and he looked from the newlyweds to Mavis, with open lust in his 
eyes.

He'd take me if he couldn't get Lana, Mavis thought excitedly.

But that wasn't what either of them really had in mind, so she looked 
from Billy to the Jordans, then back at Billy, and the boy smiled as he 
caught her drift.

Before moving, Mavis took one more glance at the screen. The two girls 
in the film were both nude now and stretched out across the bed eating 
each other. This wasn't one of the cheaper films where the actors faked 
it. It was obvious from the roll of their hips and the expressions on 
their faces that the two chicks were really turning each other on. And 
while they feasted on each other's cunts, the father--who was also 
nude--was up on his knees behind his daughter, fucking the young bitch 
up her asshole. His asscheeks quivered with effort as he slammed in and 
out of her slick butt.

Mavis' pussy was soaked. My God, it must be like a river down there, 
she thought. I need a cock, and I need it now! I can't wait any longer-
-I have to be fucked!

With that, she moved over and slipped from the couch until she was 
kneeling on the floor in front of the Jordans. With a delicate yet 
authoritative touch, she moved Mike's leg from between his wife's 
thighs and, before the young husband was even fully aware of what was 
happening, she had slid the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his 
hard cock.

By this time of course Mike knew something was happening, but just as 
he was about to speak, Mavis began giving him head. She started right 
out with some deep-throat action, taking all of the erect shaft into 
her mouth until his pubic hair bristled against her nose. Then, using 
both hands to tease and torment the cock as it slipped in and out of 
her mouth, she bobbed her face up and down over his lap.

"Ohhhh, Jesus ..." he groaned. "Oh ... that's it ... mmmmm ..." He was 
running his fingers through her hair, arching his hips.

Beside him, Lana opened her mouth to say something in surprise, but 
stopped when she sensed someone standing next to her. She turned ... 
and came face to face with the head of Billy's aroused pecker, a gob of 
cum already oozing from its tip.

"Ohhh, it's beautiful ..." she sighed, surprising even herself.

Billy reached forward and his hand moved to the back of her head. He 
edged her face forward.

"Take it," he said. "Suck me ... suck me until I'm dry ..."

It was as if the top had finally been removed from a pressure cooker. 
The sexual tension had been built up to such a degree that all anyone 
there could think of was satisfying the need that controlled them.

On the couch, Jason was still eating little Debby out through the 
crotch of her jeans. She was panting and moaning, her hips arching as 
the teething and breathing and licking of the German Shepherd pushed 
her far past the boiling point. At last she stood up and began removing 
her jeans and blouse and panties as quickly as she could. The juices 
from her cunt dripped down the insides of her thighs.

"I need you, Jason," she groaned, lowering herself to the carpet before 
the aroused animal. "I need your doggy prick banging at my box ..."

In their own area, Lou and Helen MacCauley momentarily stopped what 
they were doing in order to survey the situation.

There was Mavis, kneeling before Mike Jordan as he mouth-fucked her. 
Beside him sat his petite red-haired wife, giving deep throat to Billy. 
Down on the floor, Debby was lying under Jason, finger-fucking herself 
while she gave head to the horny dog. While on the movie screen, the 
man was now stretched out on his back on the bed and his daughter was 
sitting atop his cock, while the other girl sat on his face while she 
and the daughter traded tongue kisses and played with each other's 
titties.

MacCauley turned to his wife and said with a smile, "Well, my dear, it 
seems as if our little swap party for Mavis is a howling success."

"It certainly is," agreed Helen. "But why aren't we doing any of the 
swapping?" She watched Mavis' head bobbing up and down on Mike's cock 
and added, "My goodness, doesn't she look lovely doing that?"

MacCauley stood up and began shedding his clothes, his eyes centering 
in on the thirteen-year-old fingering herself and giving head to the 
dog.

"You're absolutely right, Helen," he said. "What are we waiting for?" 
He started forward, his huge pecker pointing the way before him ...

Mavis was so stoned, so drunk and so horny that for a while, everything 
seemed to be just a delicious, sensuous swirl about her.

She knew she had the young stud's gigantic shaft in her in mouth and 
that she was milking it with every technique she knew, and that Mike 
Jordan was moaning and gasping as her fingers, her suctioning, and her 
teeth and tongue made him harder by the second. But she was only 
vaguely aware of the other things that seemed to be happening to her.

She sensed that another pair of hands other than Mike's were lifting 
her to her feet and slipping the clothes from her body. A feminine pair 
of hands. Hands and lips. Lips that nibbled and played at the back of 
her neck, down her spine, as Mike himself seemed to stand and shed his 
clothes and return to give even more attention to her.

Yes, there were two people playing with her now, easing her down onto 
the carpet. Mike--big, strong, masculine--was sucking and biting at one 
tittie from one side while he fingered her pussy from in front with one 
finger and her asshole from the rear with another. And on the other 
side of her was beautiful Helen, doing the same--working her mouth 
around Mavis' other nipple and also fingering her cunt and ass at the 
same time as Mike.

"Ohhhhh ..." cried Mavis. "It's ... it's more beautiful than anything 
I've ever imagined ... two people, sucking me, fingering me ... running 
their hands across my body ... ohhhhh, mmmmm ... fucking me, somebody 
... anybody ... just fuck me ... FUCK ME!!"

Without missing a beat, Mike Jordan rolled his body in between Mavis' 
outstretched thighs. He reached under her and grabbed the cheeks of her 
ass and eased his hips forward. The head of his cock touched the parted 
lips of her twat, and her cunt seemed to almost suck it in, so easily 
did he slide all the way into her.

"Give it to her, Mike!" she heard Helen whisper savagely.

"Ahhhmmmmm," moaned Mavis. "That's it, you big stud ... ohhhh ... mmmmm 
..."

The two of them wasted no time getting down. Within seconds they had 
latched onto a perfect rhythm as if they had been lovers for years, 
their hips gliding and pumping against each other as Mike's cock rammed 
her cunt hole.

On the screen, in a flood of hot sperm and flowing juices, the porn 
movie was over, but no one was even paying attention to that any more. 
In the reflected light from the blank screen, the floor of the cabin 
was a live porn show of its own--a mass of twisting, sweating, fucking 
bodies amid moans and groans of lust.

Beneath the screen, Lou MacCauley lay on his back with young Debby 
hunched over forward, riding his massive cock. The reason she was 
hunched over was to afford access to her asshole for the German 
Shepherd.

A few feet away Billy was giving it to Lana Jordan, but good! The 
little redhead was having the time of her life! Her legs were wrapped 
around Billy's neck and she was squealing with pleasure as the fifteen-
year-old stud rammed his pecker in and out of her squirming body.

And the orgy continued as Helen swung a leg over and lowered her 
dripping pussy onto Mavis' face. As Mavis reached up and grabbed hold 
of Helen's hips, lifting her face to tongue the other woman's cunt 
while Mike continued to fuck her, the mother's mind was flying along at 
the same speed as the lust that ruled her body.

This is beautiful, she thought as she tasted Helen's pussy for the 
first time. Mavis Richards has finally come to grips with and accepted 
her own sexuality. From now on, there'll be no more guilt. just all the 
cock and pussy I can handle. This summer ... and forever!


The End