Stacy and Mark led their new adoptive parents down the hall to the master bedroom with its king-size bed. The kids were excited but also a little nervous. It was very important that they do their job well tonight. If they failed, life with Bill and Karen could be a real bummer.
Mark led his aunt into the room and lit the bedside lamp. Karen just stood there, confused and befuddled, until the handsome blond boy reached for her nightgown. She gasped, caught his wrists, and stepped back.
"Mark, what are you doing?" she said in a shocked voice.
"I was gonna take your nightgown of f, Auntie," he laughed. "You don't wanta make love with your clothes on, do you?"
"I don't intend to make love," Karen snapped. Just then Stacy and Bill followed them into the room, and Karen said desperately, "Bill, what's going on here?"
Bill shook his head dizzily. "Honey, I'm not really sure," he said. "It's been a real crazy night. But I think the kids have got some notion about all of us making out together."
Karen's lovely face went beet red. "Well, count me out," she said. "I never heard of such a thing. What a terrible idea."
Mark and Stacy glanced at each other. Their uptight aunt was threatening to ruin everything.
Somehow they had to change her mind. Mark took Karen's hand and led her gently over to the bed.
He made her sit down, then sat beside her.
"Now, Aunt Karen," he said, "don't be a hypocrite. That's your worst fault, you know. You've already made it with me, and I bet you'd like to do it again, wouldn't you?"
Karen blushed and hung her head. "I don't want to talk about that," she said miserably.
"Okay, then I'll talk," said Mark. "I know you enjoyed balling me, and I'm sure you'd like to do it again. So what does it matter if we do it with Stacy and Bill watching? We're all friends."
"No," Karen said stubbornly, "I wouldn't dream of doing it in a group. Leave me out, please."
Mark looked helplessly at Stacy. The pretty blonde girl went into action, rubbing her hand teasingly over Bill's fly. He'd lost the huge hard-on he'd been using on his wife, but when he felt Stacy's hot little hand through his pajamas, he knew he could get it back again with very little trouble.
"Uncle Bill," Stacy purred, "you're not a hypocrite, are you? You liked doing it with me, didn't you?"
Bill flushed slightly, because Karen was listening, but he answered, "Of course I did, sweetheart."
"Then why can't we all do it together?" Stacy pleaded. "It'd be so much fun."
"I'm sure it would, honey," said Bill, "but we shouldn't force it on Karen if she doesn't want to. That's not right."
"Uncle Bill," said Mark, "I know I can change her mind, with a little help. I know just how to do it."
"What are you talking about, Mark?" Karen said nervously.
No one paid her any attention. The kids were intent on Bill's reply, and Bill was thinking.
He was thinking how excited he and Karen had gotten when they watched the kids make love, what a good fuck they were having till the kids caught them. They hadn't made love so well in years – and it was the result of watching another couple.
He didn't want to go back to their old boring ways. That was no marriage at all, fucking maybe once a month and yawning all the way through it. No, here was a chance for him and Karen to put new life into their lovemaking, if only they had the courage to experiment, to try kinky new things.
Dammit, crazy as it sounded, those kids had the right idea.
"Just how do you propose to change her mind, Mark?" Bill said at last.
Mark grinned knowingly. "I know just how to turn her on," he said. "If you two would just hold her down while I get started, I can do the rest."
Bill hesitated. He didn't like to force Karen into this, knowing her hang ups and inhibitions. But wasn't it better than going back to their old ways, the boredom in bed? Yes, it had to be done for her own good.
"All right," said Bill. "Stacy, come on. We'll hold her down for Mark."
"My God, NO," Karen shrieked.
She'd been listening to the whole conversation, knowing what Mark had in mind, but never dreaming that Bill would cooperate. He must be out of his mind to go along with those dirty-minded little punks. To make love as a group, doing it with their own adopted son and daughter – it was perverted, sick.
Karen leaped to her feet and started struggling and crying, but Bill and Mark wrestled her down onto the bed. "Stacy," Mark panted, "Get over here and get her nightgown off."
Stacy obeyed quickly, slipping Karen's flimsy nightgown down off her shoulders and arms, uncovering her huge wobbling breasts. The girl eyed those mammoth boobs enviously, hoping her own small tits would get that big someday.
Karen blushed in utter mortification as they all stared at her watermelon-size jugs. "Bill, for God's sake," she sobbed, "stop this. Don't do this to me."
Bill looked at her lovingly but firmly. "Honey," he said, "I thought carefully about it, and I decided it's for our own good."
Karen gawked at him. "I don't believe this," she said. "You must be crazy, all of you."
"Oh, no, Aunt Karen," Stacy said, smiling, "we think you're the one who's not playing with a full deck. You keep turning down all these chances to have fun. Don't worry, though. When Mark gets through with you, you'll see it in our way."
"Never," Karen said coldly.
Stacy shrugged and started puffing her aunt's nightgown down over the struggling woman's hips. Karen sobbed and protested, but Mark and Bill held her down, gawking hungrily at her body, while Stacy slipped the gown down over Karen's lush blonde muff. The golden curls sprang up and glistened in the soft light.
"Oh, no, please," Karen sobbed, aware of them all staring at her naked snatch.
"Honey, don't be ashamed of your body," Bill said soothingly. "You're beautiful."
"She sure is," Mark said earnestly.
Stacy agreed silently – and enviously. Wow, those tits of hers were huge, each one as big as Stacy's head. And her muff was so pretty, thick and curly and golden, dwarfing Stacy's girlish snatch. Aunt Karen really was being silly. If Stacy had a body like that, she wouldn't hide it – she'd flaunt it.
Stacy slipped the nightgown off over Karen's feet and tossed it out of the way. Mark said, "Okay, Sis, you help Uncle Bill hold her down, and I'll do the rest."
Stacy obeyed, sitting behind Karen on the bed, pressing down firmly on her aunt's silky shoulder. Bill held the other shoulder down. Mark seized Karen's long shapely legs and forced them apart. Her slit was lush and ripe and red. Mark eyed it hungrily.
"Oh, please," Karen sobbed, "don't… You three can do whatever you want together, I won't stop you. But leave me out of it."
Mark grinned and shook his head. "Uh-uh, Auntie, we need you," he said. "And you're gonna like it, just wait and see."
"It's for your own good, darling," Bill repeated.
Her own good? How could it be for her good, Karen thought bitterly, to be stripped naked before a leering audience, to have her most intimate parts exposed? She could have died of embarrassment. But that was nothing compared to what she had to endure next. She watched in honor as Mark lay down between her parted legs and thrust his freckled face into her crotch. She felt his stiff wet tongue on the swollen flesh of her slit. Oh, God, no – he was going to eat her pussy in front of Stacy and Bill!
"Nooo," Karen wailed.
She struggled to get away from him, but her shoulders were pinned down and Mark was holding her legs. There was nothing she could do. Her face was scarlet with shame. She closed her eyes so as not to see the leering faces around her. She'd never forgive them for this, never.
There was a loud lewd sucking sound as Mark began to expertly eat his aunt's pussy. Bill watched in amazement and envy. He himself should have learned those tricks long ago. He might have held Karen's interest in bed if he'd known how to do that to her.
Mark began with the most sensitive organ of her body, her tiny red pulsing clit. He parted the golden-furred lips of her muff and exposed the little ripe bud, then tickled it with the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, around the tiny shaft. Karen's tall lush body quivered, but she made no sound.
What Mark was doing to her felt good, fantastically good. If they'd been alone together, she would have wailed and moaned with pleasure. But she was determined not to surrender to these people, not to join in their filthy orgy. She'd pretend she wasn't turned on, and then they'd have to let her go.
Bill and Stacy were surprised and disappointed when Karen didn't respond to Mark's expert sensual clit-licking. "She's not frigid, is she?" Stacy said, almost in disgust.
"Oh, no," said Bill, "far from it. But she's upset, honey, and embarrassed. She's never done anything like this before. Give her time."
Karen suppressed a bitter laugh. She'd need time, all right – till Hell froze over. She would never show her lust in front of an audience. She was a decent woman, not a slut.
Mark tongued faster and faster on her tiny hot clit, tickling and lashing and lapping the tender wet bud, and Karen struggled not to show the searing pleasure that racked her body. Dammit, if only they'd been alone, she could have come by now. Mark was doing a fantastic job of eating her pussy.
She loved it – but she'd die before she let them know it.
"Oh, wow, I can't believe this," Stacy said disgustedly. "Doesn't she have any feeling at all? Me, I would've come by now if somebody was eating my pussy like that."
Bill said nothing, but he was worried. Maybe Karen was frigid, maybe it was too late to save her.
But, no, she'd responded so wildly and passionately to his fucking out there in the hall.
What the hell was the matter with her now?
Nothing was the matter, if he'd only known it. Karen bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure as Mark's wicked talented tongue lashed and rimmed her sensitive hot clit. She managed to keep from making any sound or displaying any enjoyment on her face, but she couldn't stop the horny heavy creaming of her aroused pussy. She prayed Mark wouldn't notice it.
But he did. He could hardly help but notice that his face was drenched with her sizzling juice. He heard Stacy and Bill going on about how she must be frigid, and he could have laughed out loud. He knew different. He knew his beautiful aunt was having one helluva time hiding her fierce pleasure as he tongued her clit.
Well, he wasn't going to let her hide it. He was going to make her admit it in front of all of them. He was tired of her hypocrisy, tired of her bullshit – not to mention the fact that she was delaying the party. He intended to get her so hot, she'd be telling the whole world how much she loved it.
"Noooo," Karen whimpered.
She felt Mark's wet tongue sliding off her thoroughly aroused erect clit and moving lower between her legs, down into the steamy folds of her swollen pussy lips. It felt so damned good, she could hardly control herself.
"What's he doing now?" Bill asked. "I can't see."
Stacy leaned over her aunt to look, then giggled. "He's sticking his tongue up her cunt," she said. "It that doesn't get her hot, nothing will."
Karen stiffened and braced herself. Stacy had unwittingly warmed her of what was to come. Then she felt Mark's thick rough tongue snaking into her hotly aroused cunt. Oh, God, the pleasure was almost too much! She bit her lip and creamed all over his face. His slick tongue thrust hard into her, all the way to the root. She wanted to wail with ecstasy.
Mark felt it all, felt her huge rush of cream, felt her hungry cunt tightening eagerly around his probing tongue. She loved it, he could tell – but still the bitch wouldn't admit it, didn't make a sound.
He tried tongue-fucking her, lashing and sawing his slick wet tongue swiftly in and out of her burning box. Her cunt got fiery hot when he did that, she creamed buckets – but, dammit, she still kept quiet and rigid, not indicating in any way the burning pleasure she must be feeling.
"S-stop," Karen whimpered, "please, no more…"
"Mark," Bill said disappointedly, "maybe you better stop. If she doesn't want it, it's not right to force her."
Without raising his face from Karen's steamy crotch, Mark vigorously shook his head. He had one more trick left, something he figured even Karen couldn't resist. He'd never tried it on her before, and he was glad he'd saved it, so he could take her by surprise.
Karen felt Mark's tongue slipping out of her gripping red-hot cunt. She hated to feel it leave, but on the other hand she wouldn't have to fight back her moans of pleasure. She thought he'd given up on her at last, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd won…
Then she felt his slick tongue suddenly thrusting deep into her asshole.
"Oooooo!" Karen wailed.
Her opulent body arched up sharply, and her frowning face changed to a mask of startled delight. Her white teeth were bared, her big nipple swollen with arousal. She moaned huskily, licked her lips. Cream poured from her nipping cunt.
"Wow, that really got to her," Stacy exclaimed. "What's he doing?"
"I can't see," Bill said, his voice high and excited. Mark was succeeding at last, thank God, but how? Bill craned his neck forward to see – and blushed hotly. My God, the kid had his tongue right up Karen's ass.
"What is it, Uncle Bill?" Stacy said eagerly. "What's he doing to her?"
"Uh… uh," Bill stammered, "I, uh, can't really tell."
Stacy cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing he was lying. She leaned far forward and took a look for herself. Her brother was thrusting his tongue swiftly in and out of Karen's tight little bumhole. Stacy laughed delightedly. She knew how good THAT felt.
"Yeah, go, Mark," she cried, "lick her ass. That'll change her mind in a hurry."
Karen heard the girl's naughty words. She was well aware of that wicked dirty thing Mark was doing, thrusting his thick slick tongue right into her rectum, and she knew she should be shocked and repulsed by the whole scene.
But what she felt was the most stunning delicious pleasure of her whole life. My God, she would never have believed it, but having a tongue up her ass felt fantastically good.
Mark mischievously wormed his tongue around in his aunt's searing tight bumhole, lapping up her pungent juice. He knew she was going crazy with pleasure, and he intended to prolong his bum-tonguing till he blew her mind completely. He vowed that when this night ended, Karen was going to be a changed woman.
Karen knew what he was up to, and she fought against it with the last ounce of her strength and will power. "Nooo," she wailed, "oh, no, Mark, stop… That's filthy, disgusting… Ohhhh, God, please…"
She wasn't fooling anybody, not even her husband. Her lovely face was twisted in a horny leer, her voice husky with pleasure. Stacy and Bill could see the cream flooding from her hair-fringed box, soaking Mark's face. Karen obviously loved having her asshole tongued.
Bill had to hand it to the kid. Once he got over his shock at what Mark was doing, he had to admit it was a great idea. He could imagine how good it would feel to have someone's tongue up your ass, wickedly lapping and thrusting. No wonder Karen was losing her cool.
"Oooooo," Karen whined, "ahhhhh… My God, my God… I…"
Mark's tongue was very deep in her fiery bumhole, and she was trembling on the edge of orgasm. She couldn't disguise her pleasure any longer. She moaned helplessly as the boy probed and licked her aroused asshole. Then, to her intense disappointment, he suddenly withdrew his tongue.
Mark raised his cream soaked face from Karen's twitching wet pussy and gasped, "Turn her over, QUICK."
He wanted to catch her at the peak of her excitement, before she had a chance to tighten up again. Luckily Stacy and Bill obeyed at once, flipping Karen over onto her hands and knees before she knew what was happening.
"Okay, hold her," Mark said, and without losing a second, he wedged the fat purple head of his erect young cock into the tight wrinkled mouth of his aunt's bumhole.
The idea had come to him while he was probing her ass. He really wanted to get his cock into that deliciously tight searing hole. And since she liked his tongue so much, why not his prick? Mark had a lot of experience for a teenage boy, but he'd never cornholed a woman before. It was something he was eager to try.
Karen didn't know what was happening. They flipped her over, her ass up in the air, and then she felt Mark's hot sweaty hands on her hips. She figured he was going to fuck her dog-style, and she braced herself for it, but then she got a surprise.
Mark was pressing the thick hard head of his cock against her asshole, pushing, grunting…
It must be a mistake. Even Mark wouldn't do a wicked thing like that. Karen waited for him to slide his hard cock-head down to her dripping cunt-mouth – but instead she felt it stretching the wrinkled hole of her anus, pushing thickly into her tight asshole.
"Noooo," she screeched.
She tried to crawl forward, to get away from him, but Bill and Stacy held her firmly in place. She felt Mark's long thick cock stuffing her tiny bumhole, pushing deep into her bowels. To her utter surprise and shock, it felt good.
"N-no, no," she whimpered, "take it out… You mustn't…"
But her protests were feeble, and when Mark began moving his cock in her, fucking her tight little ass, reaming it, she lost control of herself. The pleasure was just too great. She creamed helplessly and began to move her hips in time to his strokes, wanting him deep, deep inside her.
"Ummm," she whined, "oooo…"
"You like it, Auntie?" Mark panted. "Feel good?"
"Oh, God, yes," Karen whimpered. "Fuck my ass, Mark, darling… Don't stop…"
The others breathed a sigh of relief. At last Karen was one of them, freely admitting her lust, joining in the fun. It had been quite a struggle, but it looked as if they'd destroyed her inhibitions for good.
"You can let go of her tow," Mark chuckled. "She's through fighting."
Bill and Stacy let go of her shoulders, and Karen stayed right where she was, grinning lustily, moving her hips in horny jerks to take Mark's thick meat deep into her nipping asshole.
"Yes, darling, yesss," she purred, "keep doing it… It feels soooo good." Stacy dived for Bill's cock. She'd been wanting to suck it ever since they came into the bedroom, but she'd had to help with Karen. Her little twat was blazing and wet with need, and she was wildly horny from having to wait so long. It'd been torture sitting there and eying her uncle's fantastically long prick, unable to play with it.
So she didn't waste time. She shoved her face into Bill's lap and greedily stuffed his long sausage-like prick into her mouth. She began sucking on it ravenously, tickling it with her tongue, bathing it in her steamy spit.
"Hey!" Bill yelped. A look of horny ecstasy came over his face. "Oh, Christ, yes, honey," he moaned, "suck my cock… Yeah, yeah…"
Through glazed lusty eyes Karen saw her adopted daughter sucking Bill's prick, saw Bill getting a superb hungry blow job from another woman. For a second she blazed with jealousy – but then it faded. Those feelings were all in the past. She had Mark's marvelous young prick jerking deliciously in her asshole, so she didn't have to be jealous.
It was a very liberating feeling. She and Bill could fuck these handsome youngsters and still love each other. That was certainly an improvement on their boring marriage. In fact she felt glad for Bill. She grinned at him, and he winked at her. "I bet that feels great, doesn't it, darling?" she said to him.
Bill nodded blissfully. "It sure as hell does," he sighed. "You think you could learn to do this, honey?"
Mark chuckled. "She already gives a damn fine blow job, Uncle Bill," he said. "She's sucked me off a few times."
Karen blushed, but Bill just grinned. "That's good news," he said. "I'll have to sample her work real soon."
He felt as loving toward Karen as she did toward him. He watched her lovely face as Mark buggered her, gad to see her so ecstatic. She clawed the bed in her excitement, moaning without shame.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Bill chuckled. "Does that feel good, honey?"
Karen sighed deeply. "Oh, Bill," she said, "I can't tell you how good it feels. It's just fantastic. We've got to try it sometime."
"You can bet we will," Bill said, "first chance we get."
He didn't say much more after that, because that little devil Stacy was sucking his cock so hard and fast, it was blowing his mind. His prick was erect and straining now in her mouth, butting her silky hot throat, and his balls were rubbing her chin.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he chanted, "stick that meat… I'm gonna come, honey, can't hold it back…"
Karen watched as Bill howled with pleasure and began shooting his steamy load into Stacy's eagerly sucking mouth. The girl expertly swallowed all of it, not missing a drop, her throat working hungrily. She sucked Bill's squirting dick till he was whimpering with joy. Karen noted her niece's technique and vowed to imitate it.
Meanwhile Mark was working his swollen dick harder and harder in her asshole, and in another moment she felt herself starting to come. She moaned blissfully as her body began to spasm. Mark felt her already narrow asshole closing tightly, wetly, around his swollen cock.
"Aw, shit, YEAH," he yelped, "I'm coming! Ahhhhh…!"
He shot his steamy jism deep into her bowels, and Karen took it happily, moaning, sighing. When he finally rolled off her, she blushed and laughed. She certainly had behaved shamelessly tonight – but it no longer bothered her.
"Well, Aunt Karen," Stacy said impishly, "have you changed your mind? Do you see it our way now?"
"Yes, I do," Karen, said shyly but sincerely. "I think this is going to save our marriage. That is, if you kids don't mind making it with a pair of old codgers like us."
Stacy eyed her uncle's long thick cock, and Mark cupped his aunt's huge hot tits. "We don't mind," he said earnestly. "We don't mind at all…"