Donna Judge woke up at ten o'clock, struggling to remember a particularly disturbing dream. As she rubbed sleep from her bleary blue eyes, the girl could remember dreaming of her brother and of another man, older and stronger and more virile. But she could remember no more about the dream, other than that she had experienced a great deal of sexual stimulation.
Donna dressed herself quickly, knowing that her parents would be home, along with her older brother and his fiance. She couldn't help feeling apprehensive about keeping secrets from her family, but Gerald had been right about that. It seemed highly unlikely that they would be sympathetic toward her plight.
Five minutes later, Donna had dressed and washed, finding that there was still a strange taste of semen in her mouth, a taste that brushing her teeth could not extirpate. She stepped timidly out of her bedroom and listened to the sounds of morning, wondering if her parents had gone to bed after arriving home.
Donna passed by Gerald's bedroom and noticed that the door was open. Looking inside, she could see that the bed was unmade and the room unoccupied. Gerald had evidently got up already and taken care of the morning chores. That meant that she would be alone until the others finally awakened.
Donna then tiptoed down the long corridor of the farmhouse's second floor until she had reached Frank's old room, unoccupied since the boy had left for college. The door was closed, however, and Donna could hear nothing inside but the sound of heavy breathing. It was impossible to tell if Frank was alone or if he was sharing his old bed with Gloria, his fiance.
That left only her parents to investigate. Their bedroom was somewhat isolated, built into an L-shaped wing of the upper story of the house. Donna kicked off her shoes, not wanting to disturb her folks if they were awake or to rouse them from well-earned slumber. To her surprise, the door of their bedroom was wide open, probably due to the intense morning heat.
Her first impulse was to leave before approaching the room directly. But something inside Donna told the girl to stay, to listen and see if there was anything she could learn. It was as if her parents had been away for ages, as if she had changed completely in their absence. She would be meeting them on new terms, as a full-fledged experienced woman.
Donna knew that it was wrong to spy on her parents. Theirs was a close family where privacy had never really been discussed. The small house necessitated a certain amount of informality but never had Donna taken advantage of that freedom. Stepping closer to the doorway, she could hear her parents talking, their voices hardly recognizable for some strange reason.
Instinctively, Donna knew that her parents were making love. She had never witnessed their amours in the past but this time she was going to look in on them. Gerald had taught her a lot about sex but there was no reason to assume that he knew everything. It could be most instructive to see her parents in action.
Curiosity had always been Donna's modus vivendi. Scared of the rest of the world, she had kept her observations in the family. It stood to reason that she would be the same way about sex. It was wrong to spy on her parents, she told herself again, but it was different now that she was more like they were. In any case, she would be careful not to betray her presence.
Soon Donna was standing in the framework of their bedroom door, knowing that the shadows of the morning would hide her presence completely. It was easy to peek into the room and look directly at the bed. Her parents, as it happened, were far too busy to think about the possible presence of an onlooker.
Donna gasped with amazement as she got used to the semi-darkness of the shuttered bedroom. Her parents were making love all right, but in a completely new and different way. It was nothing like what she and Gerald had done together.
Donald Judge was lying directly on top of his wife, his heavy muscular torso seeming to crush Catherine into the mattress beneath her body. It was obvious even to Donna that the two adults were fucking just like in the pornographic book she had seen once in the schoolyard. Their bodies seemed hot and sweaty and they were making love with a violence that was shocking and horrifying.
"More, do it harder," Catherine Judge sighed to her husband. "I'm almost ready to cum. Just shove it in a few more times and I'll be there. Yes, it's happened, I'm cumming."
This at least was something that Donna could understand. It looked as if her father was torturing her mother, beating the woman half to death with his furious, powerful penile strokes. But the woman was cumming, just as Donna had done a few hours earlier. Already she could sense a deep bond between herself and her mother.
That realization quelled Donna's fears for the moment. She watched with greater objectivity, actually able to see her father's prick entering and sliding out of the warm cavity formed by her mother's outspread thighs. Their bodies heaved together with synchronous lust, something that could not fail to stimulate her.
And then her mother started to cum, tightening her grip around her husband's midsection. It was like watching and listening to herself, Donna decided, the strangest thing she had ever experienced. Looking at her father's cock she could see that the man was every bit as well endowed as his handsome son.
Donald Judge slammed his rod in for the last time, using his free hand to caress his wife's heaving tits. He was smiling broadly as he brought the woman to orgasm, little knowing that their performance was being watched with such great avidity by his only daughter. He rested his weight against his wife's pelvis and then watched Catherine closely as she celebrated her climax.
Donna, too, was content to watch her mother once again, ignoring the transfixing sight of her father's huge, angry looking penis. What she was doing was wrong, but Donna could not have stopped if her life had depended on it. She was forging a new link with her family, as gratifying as it was puzzling and mysterious.
Indeed, Catherine Judge's orgasm was a sight to behold. At the age of forty-five she had lost none of her passion. Her body was still firm and voluptuous and she had found that sex was better than ever over the past few years. Her husband was as reliable as ever, having brought her to a state of orgasm as effortlessly as ever before.
She cried her passion aloud, knowing that its sound would not carry to any of her children's bedrooms. Her hips bucked violently as cum started to pour out of her pussy, drenching her husband's cock and dripping down her own soft thighs. Two spasms of intense passion seemed to drain the woman's lust completely.
"That was nice," Donald said, keeping his prick buried in his wife's still contracting pussy. "You really seemed to get off. I thought you'd be tired after being up all night."
"Never too tired to fuck you," Catherine smiled. "But you seem to be taking a little longer than usual. Do you want to try another position or stop and rest for a few minutes?"
"No, not exactly," Donald answered, his voice somewhat choked. "How about trying something really different. I haven't stuffed you up the ass for years, you gorgeous creature."
Donna could not believe that her parents were capable of speaking to each other in that manner. She had always assumed that they had some sort of sex life, but her father sounded every bit as sexy and dirty as her brother had. She could not understand everything that her parents were saying but the gist of their conversation was clear as day, even to a young virgin.
"You'll hurt me with that big thing of yours," Catherine answered, playing at being scared. "But I guess that's what you want and I can't stop you. Just give me a second to prepare myself."
Donald Judge removed his prick from his wife's dripping pussy, turning towards the door without really focusing his eyes in that direction. Donna was able to take an unimpeded look at his big vein-lined cock, which shone in the morning sunlight. It was, if anything, bigger than Gerald's rig. How could her mother possibly take such a huge engine into her body?
Catherine Judge rolled over onto all fours so that her ample buttocks faced Donna directly. Donna watched with quiet fascination as her father knelt behind the woman, quickly running his tongue along her thighs and buttocks and then worming it into her asshole. It was similar to the way Gerald had eaten her pussy but Donna was shocked to think that that part of a woman's body could also be used to satisfy a man's raging lust.
She shrank further into the doorway, knowing that there would be real trouble if her parents detected her presence. Still, it was easy enough to see everything that was happening. The fact of the matter was that Donald Judge was licking out his wife's asshole and simultaneously reaching around her warm sensual body to attack the woman's big tits with his work-hardened hands.
Both parents seemed huge to Donna, their substantial bodies developed from years of work on the land. They were like monolithic primitive idols making love, every muscle standing out coated with a fine layer of sweat. Donna could see that her father's prick was still hard, that there would be no let-up in their passion.
"I guess I'm ready now," Catherine announced, squirming away from her husband's probing tongue. "Take it easy on me, though. I'm getting a little too old for this kid stuff."
So saying, the beautiful older woman spread her legs wider, bending her back and exposing her asshole to the avid gaze of her husband and daughter. Donna could see the pink labia and dark brown pubic tresses between her large white buttocks. Despite the primacy of curiosity she was slowly and surely being turned on intensely by the sight of the older, passionate couple.
Donald Judge took his prick in hand, quickly moving it into position against his wife's asshole. He rubbed his heavy hard-on all over her buttocks and then gently rimmed the pink bunghole, less in a hurry about sex than Donna would have expected. Soon he was working the head of his rod into his wife's asshole, a feat Donna still considered totally impossible.
But the evidence of Donna's sharp young eyes couldn't long be denied. Her parents had shifted position so that she was able to take the scene in enfilade. The tip of her father's prick was now halfway into Catherine's asshole and the rest of the shaft was bending slightly. Donald's balls swung freely beneath his hairy torso. He was smiling wickedly, something Donna had never seen before.
Donald leaned his weight forward, forcing the rest of the head of his rod into Catherine's unresisting asshole. Donna could hear her mother grunt with discomfort as another inch of hot cock disappeared into her body. Donna could almost feel it happening to herself, she was so close to her amazingly virile father.
Donna's jaw dropped open as she watched the slow inexorable progress of her father's cock. The imperious tool was now most of the way into her mother's asshole, bent further with effort. The veins that covered its shining surface were bulging as if fit to burst. Still, the man moved forward, not to be satisfied until he had worked the entire sword into his wife's narrowest aperture.
With a last lunge he succeeded, causing Donna's body to wince and tremble as she empathized with her mother's helpless position. Her own asshole was so tight and tiny that it was impossible to imagine that her mother had been stretched and reformed from almost four decades of fucking. Eventually Donna realized that the woman's reactions indicated anything but painful humiliation.
Donna felt her nipples hardening as she watched her parents go through their erotic paces. She reached down and touched her tits, causing herself to tremble from head to toe. She did not have to fondle her pussy to know that it was soaking wet inside and out. The same hot, tingling, bittersweet sensations she had felt with Gerald were coming back to haunt her.
"Take it easy," Catherine Judge whispered to her husband. "I love the way that big cock feels, but you're going to tear me in two! Wait until I loosen up a little before you fuck me."
Donald Judge immediately ceased the in and out movements of his prick, contenting himself with rotating it inside the narrow channel of his wife's cornhole. He was all the way inside her and the woman had never failed him before. In a few minutes she would be giving as good as she was taking, bucking wildly all over the bed, loving every wicked inch of his pounding, thrusting cock.
Donna watched as her mother arched her back further, making an effort to relax her anal sphincter. Her muscles were taut and her tits were pressed into the pillow beneath her. Nonetheless, she was smiling, her face flushed and triumphant.
Catherine Judge reached around and grabbed for her husband's balls, wanting to keep the man happy while he was waiting to fuck her more freely. She clasped the tender globes and weighed them in her palm, jiggling the scrotum back and forth. Donna blushed as she compared her technique to her mother's professional ministrations. In one way they were identical in their approach, in another she had a long way to go to catch up to her mother.
By this time, Donna had unconsciously moved her hand down to her dripping little pussy. There was no way she could control her lust or watch her parents passively. Her body was absolutely on fire, yearning for some kind of satisfaction. Donna had fooled around with her lush young body before but had never really masturbated. In twenty-four hours she was learning a good deal about sex.
A finger slid between Donna's labia as she watched her mother being buggered. Her membranes were soft and smooth, coated with a steady flow of her pussy's secretions. Donna slid her finger in up to the third knuckle, bending her thumb and using its nail to stimulate the terra incognita of her swelling clitoris.
Donald Judge withdrew his prick partly from his wife's asshole, in the process breaking her grip on his balls. He was ready now and he hoped for Catherine's sake that she was ready, too. He had held back long enough and nothing was going to stand between him and the complete satisfaction of his raging lust. His wife had taken him this way before, and she would do it again.
Immediately, he rammed his prick back into Catherine's asshole, delighted as always by the smooth feel of the clinging tissues. His wife's cunt was as great as ever to fuck, but there was something special about the woman's asshole. For one thing, she often came when he buggered her, something Donald imagined few other women could do.
He rammed his cock in and then began to fuck the tight orifice just as if it were a pussy. Donna noticed how slow he moved for the first few moments, what tremendous control her father had over his lust. He was just as passionate as Gerald had been but so much stronger and more mature. Donna no longer feared for her mother's safety as much as she envied the woman her position.
In one sense, Donna had nothing to be jealous about. She was finger-fucking herself with abandon, masturbating in a way that she would have never discovered consciously. The sight of her parents fucking was enough in itself to drive the girl to new heights of passion. In combination with her own probing fingers the experience was opening up new worlds to the confused, innocent little sexpot.
Donald reached down and began to fondle his wife's pussy, wanting to make things better for Catherine. Sweat was pouring off his face now, waxing his mustache oddly. His stomach muscles were tightened and his biceps were bulging as they did when he worked, even though this was surely a labor of love.
Catherine Judge sighed with delight as she felt her clitoris being caressed with irresistible skill. She had cum once already that morning and prospects for a second orgasm looked quite positive. She began to move with her husband, digging her ass into his rock-hard midsection and grinding her hips from side to side, knowing that it would all be over soon.
Her motions increased Donald's pleasure all the more. He backed up slightly and then shoved his prick in full force. His cock remained buried in his wife's asshole as Catherine went through her paces. Looking down, he was hypnotized by the sight of his wife's dancing, unflagging, undulating buttocks.
All the while, Donna continued to masturbate as she watched her mother being buggered. Her hand moved from cunt to clitoris, back and forth, again and again. It was all the girl could do to keep from announcing her presence, leaping onto the bed and demanding to be made part of the action.
Donald let go of his wife's pussy, sure of the woman's orgasm. He shifted his grip to Catherine's tits, cupping the heavy pendulous globes and manipulating them roughly. His prick had grown thicker and harder than ever as it stayed in his wife's asshole. Within a minute or two he was due for a climax.
Then Donald removed his prick for the last time, so that only the thick red crown remained in his wife's orifice. He fucked Catherine with long, loving strokes, feeling the woman's passion rising in perfect cadence with his own lust. A broad smile continued to light the man's handsome features.
Donna shrank further into the darkened doorway, sensing that it would all be over soon. She let go of her hot little pussy for the rest of her parents' bout of lovemaking. Her eyes were riveted to their sweating, glistening bodies, while her own slender form swayed back and forth with unrelieved longing.
Donald was fucking his wife harder than before, Donna noticed, almost ready to spill his juices. He would withdraw his prick and then ram it in with great force and speed. Soon the thick wand was like a blur sliding in and out of the narrow aperture. Donna knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Then the muscular farmer let go of his woman's tits, wanting to move freely as he approached his climax. He rammed his prick in once more and then felt Catherine starting to get off. The woman let out a loud cry of agonized pleasure and he could feel the pussy juice spilling out of her body and soaking the woman's white buttocks and powerfully muscled thighs.
"Keep fucking me, fuck me harder!" Catherine shouted, shocking her eavesdropping daughter. "Shit, I'm cumming now, it's finally happening. Don't stop, keep fucking me-e-e-e-e-eee!!!"
Donald felt a river of cum starting to build in his cock. He had held back for a long time, loving the feel of his wife's clinging asshole. Now his patience and stamina were at an end. He held his wife by the hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh, not caring if he hurt the woman. He was ready now, could feel the cum rocketing out of his prick as if the thing were a water cannon.
Catherine sighed again as she felt her sore and tired anal channel being filled with semen. At first the explosion of Donald's prick made her uncomfortable, but then the fluids laved her from within, relieving the pressure completely. The woman lay on her stomach on the bed, feeling Donald's prick wilting inside her and then sliding out ever so slowly.
At that moment, Donna moved away from the door, pinning her lustful body against the wall of their bedroom. She would stay another minute and then flee for safety, before one of her parents got up to use the bathroom. She had seen a lot already but wanted to hear what her parents had to say to each other.
"I guess we'd better get dressed pretty soon," Catherine announced, snuggling next to her husband on the sweat-stained mattress. "You know, Frank and Gloria will be up soon, and we haven't even told Donna that we're home yet."
"She's probably still asleep," Donald answered. "You know, sometime I worry about her. She's at that age now and you really ought to talk to the girl."
"She doesn't need me," Catherine answered. "Kids learn things a lot younger nowadays."
Donna's parents lowered their tone to a whisper at that point, disappointing the young girl intensely. They were talking about her and Donna wanted to hear every word of that fascinating conversation. Still, it was dangerous for her to remain so near her parents. The confused young girl stayed for another minute and then began to withdraw down the corridor to her own bedroom. Donna practically broke into a run as she reached her own part of the upstairs floor. She was confused and bewildered by what she had witnessed. It was not so much that her parents had a sex life of their own. That was something that even a girl as young and innocent as Donna could have accepted.
But she had lusted after her own father, had actually imagined herself in her mother's place. All this the morning after she had sucked her brother's cock and allowed him free rein with her virgin pussy. If only there were somebody to talk to, Donna thought, somebody to explain it all to her.
But there was nobody she soon decided, nobody in the world who could help her understand her problems. It was something she would have to figure out for herself. Donna opened the door of her bedroom, prepared to drop onto her bed, hopefully to make some sense out of the chaotic events of the last day.