Lying on the floor, her mouth full of her nephew's cock, Harriet let her senses return to reality. She suddenly realized the dark room was lit up, and she and Marty were no longer alone. Gasping, she pushed Marty off and stood up. Looking around, she saw her husband, her daughter, and her niece, all standing against the wall, applauding her performance with Marty. And like Marty and herself, the three were totally naked.
"My God!" she asked. "What's going on here?"
"Sex, my love," Ira Wahl answered. "Lots and lots of sex. While you were in Europe seeking your ideal cock, I was here with your daughter and your niece, learning how absolutely delicious it was to have my dick buried in such young meat."
"Ira!" she almost screamed. "Are you actually admitting you've had sexual intercourse with our daughter?"
"I had to seduce him, Mother," Pam spoke up. "He'd have never gotten into the groove otherwise, and I do mean literally into my groove."
"But this is awful," she muttered. "Incest, I mean."
"You mean what, dear?" Ira laughed. "You're as addicted to sex as any of us. We've merely shucked our inhibitions about whom we would indulge with. And you've gotten rid of yours, as well. Marty has always been more like a son than a nephew to you. I have no doubt I've fantasized about making it with your son when he fucked you. Don't bother denying it. It wouldn't sound right coming from you."
"But you and Pam?"
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," he laughed.
"Come on, Aunt Harriet," Tracey said, approaching the older woman. "Face it! We fuck because we like it. We keep it among ourselves simply because we know no one else around is as good. We were watching Uncle Ira humping a pretty blonde last week, and we know for a fact she wasn't nearly as good as either Pam or myself, and she was very good. So if fucking in the family is so good, why should we bother going out of the family?"
"Tracey and I are on the Pill, Mom," Pam said. "So there isn't any worry about pregnancy. And it'll be a long time before either of us will be ready to think of settling down and getting married. Why should we keep our pussies empty all that time? And why risk going to a stranger for a fuck when the two best cocks in the world are right here, in this cottage? We know there are a lot of other things to do, but isn't it nice to be able to come home at night and know a good stiff prick is waiting to be buried inside us?"
Harriet looked from one to the other, then finally shrugged and said, "I guess you're right. Lt sounds crazy, but it's too logical for me to argue with the four of you. Are you sure you all want it this way?"
"Positive," the others chorused.
"Well then, I guess there's nothing to do but agree. But I'm too worn out to do anything more tonight."
"I am, too," Marty agreed. "It'd really take me a while to build another hard-on, and though I know it'd be a lot of fun, I don't think sex should be forced."
"You're right," Ira agreed. "The two of you go to sleep in here. I'll take the girls and fiddle with them for a while in their bedroom before we go to sleep. In the morning we can have one huge orgy."
And that was exactly what happened. At nine o'clock the next morning, Ira Wahl, his daughter Pam, and his niece Tracey came back to the master bedroom where Harriet and Marty were just waking up. They decided to have breakfast first, after which everyone showered, and then they all returned to the master bedroom where fresh sheets were put on the bed.
Ira Wahl lay down on the bed, his cock already half-hard. His daughter went over, and in full view of her mother, took the solid piece of meat between her sucking lips and proceeded to tongue it wildly until her father's prong stood rampantly ready. Harriet, who thought it might bother her to watch her daughter go down on Ira, decided the sight was strangely thrilling and arousing.
Tracey and Marty led her to the bed, and Harriet squatted over her husband's thick cock, feeling the knob tickle the already-leaking slice between her labes. Slowly, very slowly, she let herself down until her snatch was filled with the heavy thickness of her loving husband's weighty prong. He grunted with pleasure as his wife's silken box made contact with his throbbing prick.
"Harriet, love," Wahl whispered, "you still have the greatest cunt of them all."
"And don't you ever forget it," his wife reminded, grinding her cunt around his stiff cock.
"You're terrific all right, Aunt Harriet," Tracey told her, smiling and squeezing her aunt's nipples.
"You've had a lot of practice these past two weeks," Harriet smiled, enjoying the way the youngest member of the group was playing with her full tits.
She was already riding slowly up and down, thrilling to the way the fat, hard dick worked inside her. Marty's cock had been a great experience, but she was thankful she always had her husband's again. What a marvelous cock. What a fatuous piece of solid meat. With each raising and lowering, she was already touching electric nerves in her ultra sensitive corridor of cunt. Each sparkling contact sent little shivers of thrilling rapture through her torso. It was wonderful to feel her husband's weighty prick fucking her cunt again.
She was enjoying herself so much, she almost totally forgot about the others. Wild tingles raced through her nervous system, and she began humping her crotch into his groin all the more vibrantly.
Tracey bent her head and began sucking on her aunt's nipple, and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure escaping from Harriet's tightly closed lips. Pam walked around to the other side and began sucking on her mother's other nipple. And all the while Harriet was rotating her seething cunt around her husband's burning cock, wriggling end bunching as her anxiety increased. She was losing herself utterly and completely to this wonderful pleasure.
And then, almost shockingly, she became aware of Marty directly behind her, his hot belly pressing against her round, fat buttcheeks. She could feel his long, heavy cock trying to press into the sweaty crease between those full, round buns. She was instantly aware of what he intended doing, and it thrilled her. It was happening just as she'd daydreamed. She was going to get fucked by the two greatest pricks in the world! She felt her arousal increase as the lengthy dong slid between the cheeks of her ass, aiming for the tight, crinkly bung.
"Do it, Marty!" she urged, leaning forward, forcing herself to sit still on her husband's burning prick. "Aim right and push your cock in my asshole!"
Marty spread her asscheeks wide, and slammed the thick knob of his prong against her puckered hung. Harriet squealed with delight, keeping her ass muscles as loose as possible, but Marty's bumping into her moved her slightly, and even Ira's hands gripping her waist couldn't hold her perfectly still.
Tracey gripped her aunt around the waist with her arms, while Pam put both hands on her mother's shoulders, locking her into place. Then Harriet felt Marty spearing his prick forward, shoving into her shitter. Her sphincter valiantly resisted, but it was to no use. Marty applied heavy pressure, and the knob slowly sank in her bung. There was a squishy sound as his steel-hard dick squeezed into his aunt's asshole. A thin membrane of flesh separated the two cocks as each now began pressing against the other, and Harriet, for the first time in her life, experienced a new sensation. She had been so certain there were no new sexual pleasures to enjoy, but now, with the twp pricks moving through her hot cunt and tight ass, each feeling pressure from the other, all her senses suddenly became that much more enhanced. Marty's cock was much thicker than Eric Carr's, and she felt her bung stretching. Had there been no pressure from her husband's cock, now jabbing inside her burning pussy, the stretching of her asshole would never have felt as it had. She felt as if the pressure would tear her in two.
A thrilling ache followed the probing of the cock as it drilled deeper and deeper into her ass. The way Marty's prong seemed to rasp into her, scraping the tight walls of her ass, made it feel as if it was dragging her husband's solid meat deeper into her seething pussy.
The tight sheath of her ass slowly but surely began to widen, yielding under the heavy, insistent pressure of Marty's pushing cock. To Marty, who had never experienced something like this, the pressure was even more delightful. His uncle's prick forced the separating membrane lightly against his, making progress all the more difficult and delightful. He had to work for every little inch. He groaned and shoved, forcing, her elastic asshole to stretch enough to admit the full length of his plunging cock. Each advance was followed by a slight backing off before he once again plundered forward, ultimately filling her entire butt with his dick.
"It hurts a little," she muttered, "but it's such a nice hurt."
Marty began undulating his hips, pushing back and forth with long, hard strokes. At the same time Harriet began riding her husband's white-hot rod, positive something inside her would eventually split if she continued this hazardous movement. But nothing gave, and she continued riding, feeling greater and greater enjoyment with each passing second.
The feeling of being locked between the two males was becoming more and more overpowering. She was experiencing fantastic blistering of carnal enjoyment, making her bounce and slam into bet husband's groin with savage fury.
"Christ! You'll kill me if you keep this up!" He announced.
"I'll kill you if you don't keep it up," Harriet replied.
"I'll help keep him stimulated," Tracey announced, and straddled her uncle's face, pushing her damp quim into his mouth, thrilling as his tongue automatically thrust up into her blazing honeypot and licked out all the viscous juice. It made Wahl heave his crotch up all the harder against his wife's pumping cunt, thrilling to the sensation of inner pressure coming from Marty's long prick riding in and out of Harriet's asshole.
Harriet had to bend over slightly to keep Marty's fat cock pinned deep in her ass, and in doing so, her mouth found itself on a level with Tracey's firm, chocolate-tipped tits. Though she had never sucked on a woman's tit before, Harriet's mouth automatically opened and pulled the fat nubbin of nipple between her lips, sucking and licking it with the tip of her wet tongue. Tracey sighed and pressed her twat even harder against her uncle's working mouth, swamping him with her juices, making his tongue lick all the faster. This, in turn, made him hump his cock all the harder up into the seething cunt, and Harriet squeezed her muscles that much more tightly, applying pressure to the cock in her pussy, as well as the ramrod plunging in and out of her ass.
"No one's leaving me out of this," Pam announced.
She climbed up on the bed and stood with her calves on either side of her mother's bent-over back, shoving her own pussy directly into Marty's face. He had to lean forward a little to get to her pungent gash, but his mouth reached it and his tongue licked into the hot slice, slurping out the dripping cream, drinking it down his throat. All the while his cock continued slamming hard into his aunt's asshole, thinking of her as a pleasurable extension of his dick to be used for his own enjoyment as his mouth continued gobbling Pam's delicious pussy-flesh.
This is insane, Harriet thought to herself. She could feel her daughter's thighs surrounding her hips as the girl continued thrusting forward, washing Marty's face with her sopping beaver. Marty, while still gobbling, was ramming his heavy skewer into Harriet's delighted asshole. And the deeper it thrust, the thicker it seemed to swell, putting more and more pressure on the membrane separating Harriet's ass from her pussy channel. The pressure was communicated to Harriet's seething cunt, which tightened its already strange hold on Ira Wahl's fat cock, and he thought it was about to snap off at the base where her pussylips seemed to grip tightly now.
The continued squeezing on Wahl's cock made him suck his niece's cunt with greater ardor, and Tracey, in turn, gripped Harriet's head tightly, making Harriet suck the girl's rubbery spike of nipple all the harder. For more than a minute the quintet remained in that position, feeling building higher and higher in all of them.
Harriet, having her two holes well filled, as well as her mouth clogged with her niece's tit, was the first to finally come. The orgasm began rocketing through her like a series of machine-gun bullets, one after the other, each one carrying her to a slightly higher peak until, unable to stand it any longer, her mouth dropped Tracey's nipple as she screeched, jamming Tracey's entire tit inside to keep the sound from being heard. Her arms tightened around Tracey's body as her thighs clenched her husband all the more tightly between them, causing fantastic pain in the fat male rod with the pressure of her cuntlips. Her asshole tightened even more, preventing Marty from moving as her orgasm smashed through her, and she squirmed and twisted, tugging the two with her, constantly increasing the pressure on both.
It proved too much for both men, and the two came off together, Marty blasting hot jizz into his aunt's crushing asshole while Wahl shot a load of burning cream into her cunt. And the joint splashing of the fiery spunk made Harriet's orgasm even more intense. Fortunately for both men, their cocks were beginning to soften, and though Harriet's asshole still locked Marty's dick into her, and her cunt crushed the flagging tool of her husband, the pressure seemed much less intense to both men, each of whom was blessedly shooting his load as fast as possible, while still tasting female snatch.
Pam, slightly more sensitive than Tracey, was the next to come, pumping her pussy juice into Marty's face, completely soaking her cousin's eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks. And Tracey came before her female cousin had finished, unleashing gallons of lubricant into her uncle's face, inundating it.
When it was all over, Harriet and Ira Wahl lay on the bed, while the three teen-agers lay on the floor near the bed, all five too weak to move. But even as strength began to slowly ooze back into their drained bodies. "We have to try that same thing but with me in the middle."
"Lots of time," Ira Wahl gasped. "As for me, I'm going to the beach today and soak up some strength from the sun. If I don't, you three women'll kill me in less than a week."
"I'm with you, Uncle Ira," Marty agreed, and the two donned bathing suits, grabbed towels, and slowly dragged their feet off in the direction of the beach.
"Don't worry," Harriet assured the two girls. "Those two men have a lot of energy left in them. I foresee the wildest summer any of us has ever enjoyed."
The three females smiled and looked out the window at the retreating forms of the Wahl men. Then they all lay down on the bed together to rest, knowing the men would have to come home, eventually.