After their wild adventure, Marsha and Linda were no longer just cousins – or even merely lovers – they were best friends. One evening Marsha was staying over at Linda's house. The late night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did.
"You know," Marsha said to her cousin, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time."
"That's what they say about incest," Linda replied. "Once you start, you can't stop."
"Who says?" Marsha asked with keen interest.
"The books I've read about it," Linda answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."
"No shit?" Marsha sighed in wonder. "Maybe I'll have to read more books."
"You don't need to read about it," Linda laughed. "You're already one of the statistics."
"Look who's talking," Marsha giggled. "Each of us is one for the books."
Linda nodded. Then turned serious. "The only question now," she said to Marsha, "is, what's next for us? Now that we've both fucked each other and Jerry, where do we go from here?"
"Uh-oh, I know that look in your eye," Marsha told her cousin. "You're getting at something, aren't you, Linda?"
"It's only logical that we take the next step," Linda stated calmly. "Now that we've passed the point of no return, we might as well take advantage of it and go all the way with this thing. After all, we've only scratched the surface of what's possible."
"So there's somebody else in the family you've got the hots for, huh?" Marsha bluntly asked. "That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?"
"Me you any different?" Linda said, answering her cousin's question with one of her own.
"No," Marsha admitted. "My pussy gets wet every time I think about making it with my brother Tad. His cock is huge!"
"Mmmm, that's just who I was thinking about," Linda revealed. "I've had a crush on Tad ever since I was a little girl. Now that I know what it's all about, I'd fuck him in a minute."
"If he were in town," Marsha sighed with regret, reminding Linda that Tad was off at college. "In the meantime, though, how do we keep busy?"
"I know," Linda said. "What we'll do is write down the names of who's available on slips of paper, then each take one from a hat to find out who we should fuck next."
"I'm game," Marsha declared, readily agreeing to go along with her cousin's kinky plan.
A few minutes later and the cousins had each drawn a family member's name. They both grinned as they unfolded the pieces of paper.
"I've got your dad," Linda spoke first.
"And I've got yours," Marsha answered. "Is that wild? We're going to fuck each other's father. Who goes first?"
"Well," Linda said slowly, "we are at my house, after all. And my father's name is on your slip of paper. And he is just downstairs, all by himself in his workshop…"
"I'm way ahead of you," Marsha eagerly interrupted.
"You're going to do it then?" Linda bubbled. "Right now?"
"Just try and stop me," Marsha firmly replied. "Is that all you're wearing?" Linda called as her cousin started for the door.
"Know any better way for a girl to give her uncle a hard-on than showing up in his workshop in her thinnest nightie?" Marsha answered.
Linda said she guessed she didn't. And then her cousin was gone on her incestuous mission.
Marsha slipped down the stairs after checking to see that her Aunt Rose was asleep. The house was quiet and dark except for the hum and glow from the workshop in the basement.
The door was ajar. Marsha peeked inside and saw her Uncle Roy bent over a lathe. She took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind her.
Roy Cole looked up and saw his niece. He started to say hello, then gulped when he realized how little Marsha was wearing. There was an instant bulge at the crotch of his khaki pants.
"Cat got your tongue, Uncle Roy?" Marsha spoke first.
"Sh-shouldn't you put on some clothes?" Roy stammered to his scantily clad niece.
"What for?" Marsha answered, approaching her flustered uncle.
"I-I can see too much of you," Roy stammered.
"Don't you like what you see, Uncle Roy?" Marsha purred. "I'm pretty enough, aren't I?"
"Maybe too pretty," Roy choked, his eyes fastened on his niece's shapely, teenaged body. "That nightgown's just too much for me, I guess."
"No problem. If it bothers you, I'll just take it off," Marsha said.
Before her uncle could stop her, Marsha was naked. She pivoted around in a circle, showing all of herself off.
"You've got to get out of here before something happens we both regret," Roy rasped in desperation as he hungrily stared at his naked niece.
"I don't think I'd regret anything except leaving you all alone down here with a stiff cock you can't use," Marsha boldly told her uncle.
"Stop it," Roy pleaded.
But he just stood there when Marsha reached out and unzipped his swollen fly.
Now Roy muttered to his niece, "What are you going to do?"
"Take out your cock and suck it until you come in my mouth," Marsha stated bluntly. "That ought to get you into the mood to fuck me."
"You're crazy," Roy whispered.
"No, just horny," Marsha replied.
And then she dropped to her knees before her trembling uncle. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Raising her face to his crotch, she folded her lips around the red knob of his jutting prick.
"Mmmmmm, you're really hung," she told her uncle with her mouth full of his cock-head. "Your prick is even bigger than I expected. Wonder if I can swallow the whole thing."
"Something tells me you won't have any trouble at all," Roy answered.
"Only one way to find out," Marsha said.
She took a slurping gulp of prick, forcing the head all the way to her throat. Her uncle's hips surged in reaction. The rest of his long cock hilted Marsha's mouth under its own power.
Now Marsha began sliding her lips back and forth along the thick barrel of her uncle's cock. Roy's response was automatic. His hard-on started jerking back and soon he was fucking Marsha in the mouth.
"I could go to jail for doing this to my own niece," Roy mumbled to himself. "But, damn, I can't stop! Never had my prick sucked so good."
This was just what Marsha wanted to hear. She knew now that her uncle was completely hooked on incest. She could make him do any thing she wanted. And what she wanted right now was a sixty-nine.
With his cock still in her mouth, Marsha pulled her uncle to the floor. Then she climbed on top of him, swinging her naked body around so she straddled his face while she went down on his cock.
Roy looked up into Marsha's open cunt and felt his heart thump. Never had he seen anything that excited him more than his niece's teenaged pussy. He had to eat it, especially after some cunt juice dripped into his mouth and he tasted how sweet it was.
Roy put his hands on Marsha's ass cheeks and lowered her hairy crotch to his face. When the lips of his mouth sealed the lips of her pussy, he knew there was no turning back. He was ready to go as far with his niece as she would let him, and that promised to be to the ultimate in sucking and fucking.
As his prick was devoured at one end of the sixty-nine, Roy used his tongue in Marsha's cunt at the other end. He hadn't eaten pussy in a long time because his wife didn't like it, just as she wouldn't blow him. But the many years of oral inactivity hadn't left Roy at all rusty. He'd been an expert as what was known as muff-diving during his hitch in the Navy, and now he felt like he'd rolled the clock back and was a horny kid again.
Some guys tried to use their tongues like cocks when they were eating pussy. But Roy used his like a snake. It wriggled and squirmed in his niece's cunt until she was so juicy that her honey dribbled down his chin.
"Gonna come!" Marsha let up on her cocksucking just long enough to announce.
When Roy heard that he took his niece's pussy lips and clit inside his mouth and turned on the suction. Marsha climaxed and her hot cunt juice poured down his throat. Roy swallowed every drop of female cum, then went after more with his swabbing tongue inside that spasming, teenaged cunt hole.
While she came, Marsha sucked her uncle's prick harder than ever. She wanted her uncle to come, too, wanted him to shoot his wad in her mouth so she could feast on his rich jizz.
"Sweet fucking Jesus!" Roy cried abruptly at the pussy-end of the sixty-nine. "My prick's ready to blow!"
"Let it go, Uncle Roy!" Marsha called back. "Drown me with cum!"
Marsha had released all of her uncle's prick now except the knob. This she treated just like a large nipple, giving it the hungriest suction possible, as if she were a greedy infant.
Roy's cock-head responded with a milky eruption that was so strong it took his niece by surprise, even though she was expecting plenty of cream. The jizz spurted so fast that Marsha had trouble swallowing it. Her cheeks swelled, but she was determined to drink every bit of her uncle's cream, regardless of how much juice his prick delivered.
"Don't know where I'm getting it all," Roy gasped while he came, admitting he was just as astonished as his gulping niece at how much jizz his prick was unloading in her mouth.
There was one last burst of cum. Marsha fought to keep a single drop from leaking, even though her breathing passages were now clogged with the thick goo and she was gagging.
Roy pulled his drained prick free. The extra room in her mouth was all Marsha needed. She took a long, deep swallow and the backed-up jizz slid down her throat like maple syrup. She not only wound up downing all of it, but wished there was even more to drink.
In the meantime, Roy had broken up the sixty-nine. Kneeling beside Marsha, he watched her consume the last of his cum. He boastfully imagined that he must have fed her at least a pint of cockjuice.
"God, I feel like a stud!" he exclaimed, his dripping prick still as hard as a rock.
Marsha looked up at her excited uncle with a sticky smile. "Mmmmm, you're cute," she told him.
"You know how long it's been since anybody called me that? Cute?" Roy laughed.
"When, Uncle Roy?" Marsha gurgled as a stray glob of jizz caught in her wind-pipe.
"I was in the Navy," Roy said. "I picked up this girl in a bar. She said I was cute."
"Did you fuck her?" Marsha asked.
"All night long!" Roy bragged. Then, abruptly, he turned sheepish.
"What's wrong?" Marsha said.
"Uh… well… this girl I'm telling you about. I just remembered."
"Yes?"
"She was nothing but a whore."
"And you think that bothers me to be compared to a whore?" Marsha asked.
"Doesn't, it?"
"Nope. And I'll tell you why. Bet you that was one whore who wouldn't take your money."
"How'd you know?" Roy muttered in wonder. "Every woman's a whore, down deep," Marsha explained. "And every whore needs to remind herself sometimes that she's a woman with no strings attached. A cock like yours brings out the best in anybody, no matter who she is. If you're talking about money, Uncle Roy, I'd pay to suck and fuck you."
"Whew," Roy sighed, "that's a helluva lot better than being called cute. I think you're blowing smoke up my ass, but, Christ, I love it."
"Then show me," Marsha cooed. She parted her legs. Then fingered her pussy lips open. "Fuck me, Uncle Roy. Fuck my cunt with your beautiful, big cock."
"Oh, will I!" Roy whooped. "Better than I've ever fucked anybody! You'll swear my cock's a foot long once it's in your tight pussy."
"Isn't it?" Marsha said seductively, teasing her uncle about the size of his prick.
"You'll find out," Roy panted.
Then he moved between his niece's spread legs. The head of his prick was immediately poised at her cunt.
"Stick it in me," Marsha urged. "Fuck me out of my mind."
Roy's cock surged. It plunged into his niece's waiting pussy, traveling deeper and deeper until it was buried to the root.
"Ooooh, your prick really does feel like it's a foot long!" Marsha squealed with delight now that her cunt was hilted. She wiggled her ass, starting the friction between cock and pussy, forcing her uncle to move on top of her.
"God, this is fucking!" Roy gushed. "We've just started and already it's the best piece of ass I've ever had."
"Better than that whore you fucked for free when you were in the Navy?" Marsha asked.
"Shit, she was dead below the waist compared to you," Roy said.
"Hmmm, now who's blowing smoke up whose ass?" Marsha chuckled. "But I love it too."
She wrapped her legs around her uncle's waist, grinding his crotch against her pelvic bone. His cock dug into her cunt so she could feel every inch of it, and Marsha swore she could count twelve.
Now Roy asked, "Where do I stand when it comes to the other guy you've fucked?"
"I always think whoever's fucking me is the best," Marsha answered. "But, right now, I'm thinking about better than best."
"That gives me plenty to live up to," Roy said.
"You're doing just perfect," Marsha moaned just as she climaxed.
"You're coming, aren't you?" Roy rasped as his niece writhed beneath him.
"Like crazy," Marsha whimpered with joy. "Keep it happening for me, Uncle Roy. Rip my cunt with your huge cock!"
"This might get rough," Roy warned, lifting his niece's knees over his shoulders so he could drive forward with all his strength.
"It better!" Marsha replied.
Roy bent Marsha's body back over double. Now his prick was angling practically straight down in her cunt. The cock-strokes were brutal, delivered faster and faster until Roy's prick was a blur as it pistoned in and out of his niece's cunt. "Still coming, baby?" Roy asked.
"Stronger than ever," Marsha gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"Can't keep it up like this for long without coming myself," Roy wheezed after a half-dozen surges of his prick. "Can't hold back the jizz much longer."
"Then let it go!" Marsha cried. "Nothing I want more than a cuntful of your hot cream!"
She tugged Roy's cock with her pussy muscles, locking every inch of it inside her. Rotating her hips, she applied all the pressure she could on her uncle's straining prick-meat. And for good measure reached into the crush of loins and squeezed Roy's swollen balls to prime their cum supply.
"Now! Now!" Marsha called for the jizz she craved. "Come in my cunt, Uncle Roy!"
"Yes! Yes!" Roy answered feverishly. "I'll flood your cunt!"
His cock erupted with a torrent of liquid heat in his niece's cunt. Marsha's pussy was swiftly swamped with cum and she knew male cream would be leaking down the crack of her ass by the time Roy's prick was finished spurting.
And now Roy had just unloaded his final wad of cock-juice. His orgasmic tension snapped, he lay on top of Marsha as if he were sprawled face down in a hammock. His prick, so hard a moment ago, was shrinking in his niece's oozing pussy.
"Ahhh, what a fuck," Marsha sighed. She put her hand down to the junction of their crotches and moistened her fingertips with the sticky goo.
"So much cum my pussy just couldn't hold it all. I'm a mess."
"A beautiful mess," Roy dreamily replied. "Your cunt's so wet I feel like I'm floating between your legs."
Marsha took her dripping fingers from her crotch, offering them to her uncle so he could taste his own jizz. Roy licked her hand, not at all shy about sampling the excess cream from his cock. In fact, it turned him on so much that he was immediately thirsty for more.
Slipping down Marsha's naked body, Roy fit his head into the crux of her thighs. Then he was eating her out, sucking his own cum from her freshly fucked cunt.
Now it was Roy's tongue working in Marsha's pussy instead of his cock. Marsha could hardly tell the difference. Her hips began to squirm all over again as her uncle reamed her out. Before long she was climaxing once more.
Roy didn't stop going down on Marsha's cunt until he had lapped it clean of cum. At this point his prick had regained its hardness. He knelt and showed his revived hard-on to his niece, proudly gripping it in his fist so it jutted like a weapon.
"What're you gonna do with that, Uncle Roy?" Marsha teased.
"I'll let you decide that," Roy teased back.
"Well, hmmmm, let's see," Marsha playfully replied.
She seemed to be thinking, things over, scratching her head. Actually, she already knew exactly how she wanted to take Roy's big cock next. But it was fun going along with her uncle's little game, pretending that she was just a little bit innocent in the ways of sex.
Hesitating just enough to make herself seem girlishly unsure of the course she was taking, Marsha rolled over and knelt on all fours. After a pause she parted the cheeks of her raised ass, still appearing to be not quite certain of her actions. Now her cunt was spread from the rear so she resembled a bitch in heat. She made her thighs quiver and purposely stepped up her breathing, as though she had never offered herself this way to a man before.
Roy, of course, recognized the position immediately. "So you want me to dog-fuck you, huh?" he said excitedly, stroking his hard-on in anticipation.
"Is that what they really call doing it from behind? Dog-fucking?" Marsha gulped as if she had never heard the term before. "Gee, that sounds so dirty."
Marsha was so convincing that her uncle couldn't tell whether she was kidding or serious. He decided to assume that dog-fucking really was something new for her – which was just what Marsha wanted.
"I'm not sure we should be doing it like this, after all," Marsha lied, with an expertly manufactured flutter of doubt in her voice. "We're people, not animals."
"Trust me," Roy firmly answered. "Just do what I say. You'll get used to it real fast, I guarantee it."
He patted Marsha on her ass. Then placed his hand against her cunt and rubbed the furry mound until it squished with moist arousal.
"Mmmm, that feels good," Marsha moaned, rocking on her knees while her uncle massaged her pussy.
"My cock'll feel even better," Roy promised. "Just got to get you in the right frame of mind for this kind of fucking. Listen to what I say, sweetheart."
"I'm all ears, Uncle Roy."
"Okay, then. Close your eyes. Forget I'm your uncle. Think of me as a big, hairy dog," Roy said. He growled for emphasis.
"Oh, it's so realistic," Marsha replied. "You sound just like a German shepherd."
Roy growled some more, and scratched his fingernails like a dog's claws across his niece's back.
"Wow, I'm really getting into it now," Marsha panted. "I feel like a little white poodle who hopped the fence."
This was just what Roy had been waiting to hear. Without delay he thrust his prick into his niece's cunt from behind. Marsha yelped as his cock drove into her. Roy began fucking in earnest and Marsha whimpered in response while her uncle's big cock drilled her rear-spread cunt.
The transformation was complete. Temporarily Roy and Marsha no longer uncle and niece. He was a horny German shepherd and she was a stray poodle in heat as they fucked like dogs. Once the fucking began there was no further reason for Marsha to pretend she didn't know exactly what she was doing. It was time for her to buck back as good as she was getting it.
The thing Marsha liked best about dog-fucking was how deeply her cunt could take a cock. The maximum penetration gave her the opportunity to do things with her cunt that would make a guy's cock sore for days – leave her stamp on him so he couldn't get her out of his mind.
Turning on the pressure, she tightened her pussy muscles, then relaxed them. Tightened and relaxed them, relaxed and tightened them. Over and over again. The rippling effect on Roy's cock made him think Marsha's cunt was sucking his balls inside out.
Suddenly Roy was human again. "Gonna come!" he shouted.
When he said this Marsha started climaxing herself. Her uncle had to hold onto her tits to hang on for the ride she was now giving him. And it was while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits that his hilted prick exploded with jizz in her dog fucked cunt.
"Oh, shoot it, Uncle Roy, shoot it into me!" Marsha urged as the squirting cum scalded her womb.
Roy had one last blast of jizz in him. After it was delivered his bones turned to rope and his muscles to jelly. All at once he was dead weight on. Marsha's back. Marsha wiggled out from under him and he collapsed face down on the floor. There he lay, catching his breath and collecting his wits, not just his cock fucked limp, but his whole body. Finally Roy looked up, expecting to see his niece.
However, Marsha wasn't there. When he looked around and couldn't find her. A woozy Roy briefly wondered if it had all been a dream.
Then he felt between his legs. His sticky prick was sore to the touch after two trips up that tight, young cunt of Marsha's.
"I fucked her all right," Roy sighed with a combination of pleasure and awe. "Fucked my own niece."
In the meantime, Marsha was on her way back upstairs. As it turned out, she wasn't making the trip alone. When she had slipped out of the basement she had run right into an eavesdropping Linda.
"So you saw the whole thing, huh?" Marsha whispered to her cousin as the two of them tip-toed in the darkness.
"How could I resist?" Linda giggled. "It isn't every night a girl has a chance to watch her dad and cousin fuck."
"I know," Marsha chuckled, already looking forward to a front row seat when her own father and Linda got it on. "Tomorrow night you're staying over at my house."
"My overnight bag's already packed," Linda answered excitedly.