Now that everyone had come at least once, they decided to wait a bit before moving into the next round of fucking games. They sat on the living room chairs – cocks and cunts hanging out – sipped champagne and chatted.
"One thing I can't figure," Nell said as she stroked her long, glossy hair. "How come we don't all feel guilty? I mean, isn't fucking your relatives the greatest taboo, the unspeakable sex act? We all seem to be having a pretty fucking good time."
"That's because you're so hot, Sis," Ned said. "As long as that little pussy of yours is getting banged, you don't worry about anything."
"You prick," she laughed.
"Well," Babs said, "when Dan walked in on Ned and me, I must admit that I didn't feel so great. I mean, I'd been worrying about it before that, but seeing him standing there in the doorway, white with rage… it got to me."
"I could have wrung your neck, I was so angry," Dan said with a laugh.
It was now apparent that he was glad his wife and son had opened up incestuous fucking for the Marshal family. He gave a glance in the direction of his beautiful naked daughter. There was something he wouldn't want to do without… Nell's cunt.
"You don't feel bad about it now, do you, Mom?" Nell asked.
"Oh, no. I mean, the only reason I felt bad before was that I'd hurt Dan. But now that we're fucking together, I think it makes a very interesting change for all of us."
"Of course," Nell said, "it's funny how something dramatic is necessary to make you understand how you really feel. I'd felt hot for Dad's cock for quite some time. I didn't ignore my feelings or anything. Mostly they came out as admiration and things like that. When I was near him my pussy would tingle, but it never occurred to me that what I wanted more than anything was his thick meat in my box. Then, when I heard how he was going to send Ned away, the idea occurred to me that maybe the best way to get him to change his mind would be to give him a bit of my cunt. It was then that I realized what it was I wanted from him. I longed for my father's cock in my cunt."
"Speaking of what people want," Babs said to Ned, "what do you want to do now? I feel horny after watching your sister and father go at it hammer and tongs like they did."
"How about a sixty-nine? I suck your cunt; you suck my cock."
"Maybe later. Not that it doesn't sound nice, but don't forget I haven't had any of that meat of yours in my cunt yet today, and my pussy might have withdrawal symptoms if I make it wait much longer for some of that cream of yours. I need a thick cock up my cunt."
"Well, how about a regular missionary fuck, then?"
"Yeah, that's the ticket, a straight fuck. I don't know about the rest of you, but sometimes I think the missionary is about the most satisfying position of all. You aren't all worried about getting everything right like you are with some of the tricky stuff. You just fuck and have a good time."
Nell nodded her head in agreement. Babs turned to her son and said,
"Okay, lover boy, let's get with it." She lay back on the floor, legs spread, cunt gaping.
It hadn't been long since he'd come in her ass, but that didn't keep his prick from getting stiff. The sight of his mother's delicate pink cunt-lips and hard little clit were enough to put starch in any guy's cock. He lay on top of her, jockeying his prick into position. She gave a little sigh of delight.
"It's so nice to feel your body resting on my tits," she said.
He pulled his hips up so the knob of his prick was resting against her cunt-lips. Then, with a quick movement, he sent the tool sliding in. He felt his mother's hands clutch at his back as his meat slid into her, filling up her quim. Then, she lifted her legs and crossed them over his back. He knew she'd never decided what she liked better: legs down or legs up. Legs up tickled her clit more. Maybe her favorite version of the missionary was with the legs locked over his back. It made her cunt feel a lot tighter, which was nice for both of them, but it was also more tiring for her. Sometimes she went for one, sometimes the other. Either way she was a great fuck.
He pressed his dick in as far as it would go. When he really rammed in, the tip of his prick was just touching her womb-hole. That always made both of them feel excited, because it showed how deeply he'd gone, what a big prick he had. It made him feel masculine, while the sensation of total penetration it gave his mother made her feel totally cockplugged. Ned rested his prick there for a second, then started to pump her cunt. He used long, easy strokes, taking his time, just sliding gently back and forth, while her body rocked slightly from side to side. It was very nice for both of them: cock and cunt were a-tingle.
It was also nice for the two spectators, who found the fuck interesting indeed. They couldn't see Ned's prick, of course, since it was hidden by Babs's thighs, but just the movement back and forth of his body let them visualize perfectly what was going on. It was a first-class cuntfuck, and they dug it as much as the ass-fuck they'd seen before.
There was no way for Ned to get his mother's boobs, since they were pressed under him. About all he could manage was slipping his hands between the tits and her chest, no big turn-on for either of them. To make up for that he concentrated on licking his mother. His tongue darted everywhere, as it pressed against her tongue, then against the roof of her mouth. His tongue was like a small, flexible cock, fucking her mouth.
He was picking up speed, now, really laying his tool to her cunt, and she was responding with little movements of her hips that increased the pleasure for both of them. Her cunt seemed to clutch at his dick with every thrust he made, as he heaved his ass back and forth. She could hardly breathe, she felt so excited by the pressure of her son's bone inside her, by the delicious feeling in her clit every time her cuntlips tugged at it.
"Make me come!" she yelled. "Make me come! I've got to come! Make me come!"
He couldn't stand waiting much longer himself, and he started to buck away inside her. Cock in cunt, he banged away. Suddenly he felt his mother's spasms as she came in great heaves. It excited him so, that he felt his cock shoot off in the hot, wet cave of her cunt. He was shooting, spurting, in the heaving cunt, then trembling to a slowing pace. Finally they lay still in each other's arms.
"That was quite a fuck!" Babs gasped, as the spasms finally stopped tearing through her body.
"You're not kidding, Mom," he said. "A hell of a fuck!"
They unlocked their bodies and got up. They both seemed unsteady on their feet. They had both had such wild comes. "See what I meant about a missionary fuck," Babs said. "A straight fuck is a great fuck."
"But do you like it better than the others?" her son asked, as a big gob of come dripped off the end of his cock.
"Who knows? They're all great."
"There are very few ways of fucking that aren't great," Dan interjected. "I was just wondering how my daughter and I might fuck next."
No one had a chance to reply. There was a knock at the door. The four of them whirled in surprise. The curtains were drawn, so no one could have seen them fucking each other.
"Who is it?" Babs asked nervously.
"Uncle Joe," sang out a rugged voice.
Dan started to giggle, while Babs called out, "Oh, that's right, you were supposed to come today. I suppose you couldn't make it another time?"
"Nope," the voice called out from behind the door. "I'd have to charge you, Babs. Can I come in?"
Everyone but Babs left the living room, and she hastily pulled her clothes on. When she opened the door, she noticed her brother had gotten a little irritated waiting on the doorstep. She hoped he wouldn't notice the strong smell of spunk and pussy fluid. His nose gave a little twitch, he glanced at the mysteriously closed living room curtains, but he didn't say anything. In his years as a plumber he'd learned there are strange people in the world, and he didn't worry about his own family. Babs blushed when she saw her brother's nose twitch, but she also felt a tingle of excitement in her clit. Somehow, the idea of her brother suspecting she'd just been fucked gave her a thrill. She couldn't resist saying to him, as if by way of a joke,
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Joe. You see, we were having an orgy."
He looked at her through half-closed eyes and said, "I figured as much, Sis." She couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. Her clit gave another twinge.
"H-how… how are Cecilia and Farley?" she asked. Joe's daughter was the kissing cousin who'd chased Ned into her arms, and his son was Ned's best friend.
"Whole family's fine," he shrugged. His wife had died years before.
Upstairs, Nell and Dan lay on the bed. "Why did you start giggling just then, Dad?" she asked.
"Babs wants him to fuck her."
"What a sense of humor," Nell said, frigging his cock a bit.
"Doesn't make you laugh, eh? Well, we'll see if this makes you laugh."
He started to tickle the beautiful, naked girl, while she squirmed on the bed and tried to get away from him. She was giggling wildly, and of course the giggles were completely audible downstairs. Joe gave a glance in the direction of the staircase, then shrugged his shoulders as if to say to himself: Why should I give a fuck what they do?
He and Babs went to the kitchen, where he announced the repair was a minor one that wouldn't take long. She brought him a can of cold beer and he sipped it while working under the sink. Babs watched him, and as she did so an impish idea came to her. She was curious to see just how far her brother's imperturbability went.
She sat on top of the sink and chatted with the plumber. She also started to work the hem of her skirt up her thigh, which was only inches from his face. He couldn't help seeing the creamy skin, and Babs knew what magnificent thighs she had. He didn't seem to be paying much attention, just wrenched away at the pipe.
This is getting to be a challenge, Babs thought. Almost all her thigh was exposed. There couldn't be much doubt about her intentions, but Joe kept working away on the pipe. Maybe he has a Stillson wrench instead of a prick, she said to herself, a bit peeved. "Joe," she said, "is that beer nice and cold?"
"Yup."
"Would you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Use that cold can to cool my twat off a bit." She pulled her skirt the rest of the way up, exposing her crotch. She had gotten dressed in such a hurry when he had appeared at the door she hadn't put her panties on.
She had just shoved them under the sofa. The result was that one of the pinkest, cutest cunts that a guy could hope to see was staring uncle Joe in the face. That face remained completely imperturbable. He reached his hand out and pressed the cold beer can against Babs's cunt.
She gave a little shudder of pleasure. That cold metal felt neat on her warm cunt-lips. "That feels so nice," she said, "but I bet your tongue would feel even nicer. Would you like to lick my twat?"
"Just wait till I get this washer in," he said, continuing to work on the sink. First he finished the job, then he moved his head up to her cunt. He began unzipping his pants too.
Babs spread her thighs farther apart, and said, "Would you like me to suck your prick while you lick my twat?"
"Yup." She'd never done anything like this before with her brother – except for some "playing doctor" as kids, and yet he swung right with it.
She got off the sink and lay on the floor. Joe got into the appropriate position, and started to lick her lovely pussy. Flick! His tongue darted quickly across her cunt-lips and clit. Flick! Flick! Flick! Joe was pretty good… for a plumber. Babs wondered vaguely how many other women had offered to let him eat them out in the course of his career of house calls. Had he fixed more sinks or cunts?
Well, it was only fair for her to repay in kind the nice attentions which he was giving her cunt. She started to kiss his prick, beginning at the base and gradually working up the length of the shaft. Then, she slipped her mouth over the knob and began to tease the piss-hole with her tongue. He had a big fat cock, like her husband's. The more she saw, felt and licked it, the more it was like doing her old man. Babs figured that big shlongs ran in the family.
She had given plenty of tongue jobs in her day, and as she well knew, a man is appreciative… usually. He may react by stroking her hair or breast, or if his hands are busy he might just moan softly to indicate his approval. Joe was different, imperturbable as ever.
Not that he wasn't doing a good job on her cunt. It was obvious from the way he maneuvered that tongue of his in her feminine nooks and crannies that he was very familiar with twats and with bringing pleasure to them. But he didn't respond in any real way to her. There was nothing "together" about what they were doing. No matter how Babs tickled his cockhead with the tip of her tongue, the man went methodically about the business of lapping her cunt, as if he were licking out the inside of a Dixie cup.
He was bringing his tongue across her cunt-lips in big licks, coating her already wet cunt-flesh with his saliva. Then he slid his tongue down into the hole, pressing the tip against the delicate cunt-walls.
She had his prick way into her mouth now, and was sucking away on the root while moving her mouth to make the tip rub against her palate.
Then she slid her lips back along the length of the shaft several times in quick succession.
Everything else about Joe might be imperturbable, but it was obvious that his prick was excited. It was one of the stiffest ones Babs had ever had in her mouth. The balls, which she was caressing with her fingers, were big and heavy. The skin of the sac was thick and wrinkled, and fine hairs grew out in every direction. Babs loved the balls as much as the huge cock.
As she felt his tongue slide back and forth along her fiery cunt-lips, she marveled at his techniques. The guy really knew his stuff. Good old Joey! He was turning her on, really winding her up. Up and down the lips he sucked, lapping up the rich cream she was oozing. She could hear a slurping sound as he sucked.
She pressed and squeezed her tits while continuing to suck. Her nipples were swollen and excited, and she kept giving them loving little tweaks and pinches. Suddenly, she felt a shock hit her cunt. Joe's tongue grazed across her clit. She pressed her lips against the spot where his knob joined the shaft.
Suddenly, they were both coming, his tool shooting a terrific amount of hot cream into her mouth, while her hips bucked and heaved against his face. His tongue continued to lick her super-excited cunt. Her pussy was in delightful turmoil.
"Joey," she said as she finished swallowing his spunk, "you're a really good cunt-lapper."
"Thank you," he said. "I've been fixing pipes for fifteen years, so I figure I should be pretty good at sucking cunts."
"Look," she said, "I've given you a blow job and a can of beer, so how about giving me some info. How much pussy is waved in your face… when you're on the job?"
"Babs," he said, "it's like, this. As a plumber, you meet three kinds of women. Some just want their pipes fixed and aren't interested in your prick at all. Some want to tease you, and some want you to fuck them."
There was something simple about this explanation that fascinated Babs.
"Yeah?" she asked. "They want you to fuck them?"
"Yeah. Now, I'm not going to fuck the first kind, because they just aren't interested. And I'm certainly going to fuck the third kind, because that's all they're interested in. So it doesn't matter how I behave with them two kinds. All I've got to worry about are the teases.
And Babs, nothing turns a tease into a hot piece of ass faster than thinking the guy isn't interested in her. She keeps going further and further to tease him, and finally there I am!"
"How did you figure all of this out?" Babs asked. Now she knew how Joe survived without a wife.
"Experience," he said, with a gesture in the direction of her cunt. It indicated she was the classic example of the second type. It amused her, since she was much more an alley cat than a tease. She believed she generally went all-out for a cock. "Another thing," Joe said, straightening. "Family fucking don't mean nothin' to me, 'cause in all the years I been goin' from house to house, I must've seen a thousand families where everybody fucked everybody else. It's natural."
Hearing that from such an experienced man made Babs feel relieved.
Thousands of fucking families!
Meanwhile, Dan and Nell were going at it furiously while Ned watched.
The tickling turned into sexual caressing. Dan had been curious to see if his daughter's cunt was ticklish. All this had led to his prick getting shoved into her dainty twat, which was just exactly what she wanted. It occurred to her that he hadn't fucked her in the missionary yet, so she lay back with her legs spread, her cunt open and inviting.
That was like a red cape to a bull. Dan threw himself on his daughter in his eagerness to get his cock into her twat.
Ned had just as strong a Peeping-Tom streak in him as the other members of the family. The sight of his father fucking away inside his sister's cunt was enough to cause his prick to start to swell again. He'd already come twice and that was about his limit. He didn't get completely hard again, but he did get enough of a hard-on to jerk off, which doesn't require all that much of a hard-on.
"Oh, Daddy!" Nell gasped as she felt his big rod pistoning her. During sex she liked to call him "Daddy" instead of "Dad." It made her feel like more of a little girl. Mom wasn't kidding, she thought as she felt her cunt-lips drawn back and forth across her clit. The missionary is fantastic! Just a straight fuck, but wow!
Not that she hadn't been fucked in the missionary before. In fact, that was about all the dumb high school boys she'd let in her panties knew how to do. But there was such a difference between the straight fuck as done by some dumb boy, some pimply-faced teenage kid, and as done by a virile man, particularly when the man happened to be her father. She loved it.
As Ned stroked his semi-hard prick he thought, not for the first time, that he must get around to fucking that cute sister of his. She looked so adorable and feminine, lying on the bed there under her father.
They were still fucking away, the old guy strong as hell, stroking her, pumping her, fucking the juice out of her young twat. Again and again he slammed into her, their pubic regions slapping together with a loud sound. Nell felt her clit swell as if it were about to burst. Then her whole pussy was exploding in a wild burst of sensations. Her father's tool was shooting its stuff way up her cunt. Ned was coming too, his prick trembling and a bit of spunk dribbling out. He didn't have much left after all the action that morning. What a day it had been for all of them!
The three of them were moaning and writhing and coming. Then they were lying still, gasping for breath. When they had finally recovered, they dressed and went downstairs. Joe was gone.
"I guess we should have waited for you," Dan said to his wife, "but we got sort of carried away."
"Don't worry," Babs said, "Plumbers know how to take care of lots of things besides kitchen sinks. Maybe we'll see Joe at the family picnic." The following weekend was the annual Marshal family outing… and everyone would be there.