There was going to be a problem getting Marty to understand and agree to family fun. Not that Marty didn't want to fuck his sister. He did. He wanted to screw her more than ever, now. And had the two of them been on a desert island, completely away from civilization, Tracey had no doubt she'd have had him in the sack in no time. But with the others constantly around, she knew he'd be afraid to try anything with her. Pam had overpowered him and had broken though his resistance barrier. For that reason Pam would have no trouble popping him into bed again and again. But as long as Marty had that fear of being caught by his cousin or his uncle, he wouldn't go near his sister.
Tracey could have awakened Marty and brought him to her room, letting him peep through the holes behind the pictures at what Uncle Ira was doing with Pam. But that might have turned Marty off completely. He considered Pam his own personal lay, and it wasn't so much the idea she was screwing her father that would bother him, as the idea she was putting out for someone other than himself.
It was a problem. But all problems had solutions. And Tracey decided she had the solution. She would need Pam's help. And Uncle Ira would have to go to the beach for a few hours.
It was well past noon when everyone had brunch. It was a good thing Marty worked out every second day and not every day, or he'd have missed a weight workout. As it was, he felt a lot weaker that afternoon than he had ever felt after lifting weights.
"I'm going to the beach," Ira Wahl announced after they had eaten. He was wearing a pair of bathing trunks and a T-shirt, with sandals on his feet. He took a towel and left.
While Pam and Tracey did the dishes, Marty, feeling somewhat better after a full meal, took a quick shower, then went to his bedroom to rest. He noticed Pam had made his bed with fresh sheets. She was one good kid, Cousin Pam. If she could con Tracey out of the house, maybe he could have another fucking romp with her. Christ! She had been a terrific lay.
As if Pam had read his mind, she came into his room some minutes later and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand wandered over his shorts, feeling the bulge of his cock. He shivered and said, "What about Tracey?"
"What about Tracey?" Pam asked. "She's a big girl. She understood when I explained it all to her."
"You told her?" Marty asked, astounded.
"Of course," she nodded.
"But she's just a kid! I mean…"
"You mean you'd like to fuck her, too, if you had the guts, but you don't."
"Hey now, you're enough for me, Pam."
"It isn't a question of enough or too much, Marty. It's a question of being able to enjoy someone else. You love Tracey. You want to fuck her. And she admitted to me she wants you to fuck her. So how about not fooling around any more, huh? I mean, if you want, you and I can fuck alone, or, if you're man enough, Tracey can join us."
That was what Marty had wanted in the first place, so he finally said, "bring baby sister on in." Finally, he was going to fuck Tracey, too.
Pam stepped outside the room, and when she returned, she and Tracey were stripped to the skin. They wasted no time in running over to Marty, kissing him, and hastily undressing him. They had tricked him, but he no longer cared. He was already in a lathered heat.
Pam took charge, making Tracey sit next to him. Then she knelt in front of him and took his already rampant cock in both hands, looking up at Tracey and smiling, letting her know Marty was aroused but could use more petting. Tracey gently reached over, her mouth lightly pressing itself to his chest. Her tongue ran straight up his throat, then lightly circled his face, committing his jaw line to memory. Then she returned to his pectorals, letting her lips and tongue dance lightly across the front of his body. Each time her tongue tickled his nipples he felt electricity buzz through his body.
Her tongue was a wondrous delight as it toured his torso, stopping only when a delicious shiver let her know she had touched something ultra sensitive. It took her less than two minutes to discover most of his erogenous zones, and she played on these sensuous areas, lighting bright fires inside him. Marty's rigid cock was already a burning flame and the flame could only be quenched by dunking the fiery tool into a cunt. He needed a blazing twat to suck out the jism fueling his balls.
Pam watched her cousin work, satisfied she was now an expert. She had felt Tracey's mouth on her own body, as Marty well knew, and now his sister's lips were turning him on in a big way. He had no doubt the two girls would play with one another as well as with him. Each was fully aware of the other's needs, and each would work to help meet those needs. In the meantime, he writhed and squirmed under the flicking of Tracey's tongue. The moisture seeping from his cockhead let the girls know he liked it. The large, red knob was already darkening to a rich scarlet as it seemed to swell ever larger. Round and smooth, with a texture not unlike that of their budding nipples, his thick cock must have looked like an old-fashioned cane with a large, round head the way Pam held onto it, letting his oils dribble into her palm so she could smooth her hand across his solid staff. Tiny blue veins seemed to stand out, but when her hands washed across the skin, the pipe like outside seemed to smooth out. His prick was the veteran of a senses of battles recently fought, and the blood vessels created the impression of battle scars. Like the rest of Marty, his hot prick looked rugged.
Pam seemed pleased by the sight of it, and appointed herself the caretaker of his rampant rod. She opened her tiny mouth just wide enough to fit in the puffed-up knob. She purposely kept her lips tightly compressed around the head, creating insane sensations with her tongue. She pushed her head hard, forcing the inflexible staff a bit farther into her slurping mouth, actually groaning from the effort. He soon realized she really couldn't open her tiny lips much wider, and now that the huge dome and part of the unyielding staff of his swollen cock was in her mouth, her cheeks followed as if she were blowing on a trumpet. And her tongue was running along the underside of all the meat contained in her tight mouth. Pam hid sucked cock more efficiently with her father.
Not that Marty was complaining about her mouth being so small and his rock-solid prick finding difficulty in sliding all the way in. He stared down at the pretty face, made all the prettier by the fact that her mouth was stuffed with cock, his cock. Then he noticed the look on his sister's face as she rubbed her lips across his belly, and he knew somebody was doing something right. It just felt good all over.
With his right hand, he reached down and just barely managed to grasp the large, pointy nipple of Pam's right boob. Marty squeezed it slowly, trying to rub the palm of his hand against it as it grew, but her kneeling position made it difficult for him to do more than compress his fingers around that rubbery spike of spongy flesh. With his left hand he was grabbing Tracey's left tit, and fondling it as if it were his personal, brand-new toy. To him, their tits looked heavenly. Yes, the feel of each was different, and he basked in the thrill of squeezing two different kinds of boobs at once. Pam's jugs had a slightly softer, more yielding feel than Tracey's.
Shutting his eyes, he surrendered himself to the thrill of the multiple sensations. He could feel the swelling of Tracey's tit in his left hand, while the fingers of his right hand pulled tautly on Pam's sensitive nipple. Tracey's mouth continued making a circuit of the front of his body, while Pam gallantly tried cramming more of his roasting meat into her tiny mouth. As he noted before, it wasn't that his cock was overly thick, but Pam's little mouth was simply too shallow to take all his rod. And Pam was humming with her mouthful of prick while her fingers made her nipple sizzle. She rotated her body so strongly, she actually pulled her boob away from his massaging fingers. The way she yanked her tit away made him want to go after it, but the position in which he was sitting prevented his doing a thing without losing some enjoyment of what the two girls were doing to him. Automatically his hand compressed harder and squeezed Tracey's small, firm boob, and this made Tracey suck his flesh harder, leaving little black and blue marks all around.
Tracey finally took her mouth from his belly and stared down at her cousin's bobbing head. She reached down and gabbed the swaying tit Marty had been forced to release, and both brother and sister saw their cousin quiver with excitement. Moving away from her brother, Tracey knelt beside the cocksucking Pam. She dipped her head lower, turning her face upward and forcing it between her brother's shin and Pam's body, putting the hard little nipple between her lips and pressing. Pam writhed in sensuous delight, and while still pumping her mouth full of solid cock-flesh reached a hand between the thighs of her cousin, rubbing the girl's fiery gash and letting her finger sp into the hot slot between the labes.
They remained that way for a while, Marty jack-hammering his turgid cock as far into Pam's mouth as possible as the tightness of her lips began to have its effect on him.
"I'm gonna come!" he announced in a strained voice.
Tracey pulled her mouth from Pam's tit, leaving it swollen and blood-filled, and sat up, saying, "You already had a mouthful of cum, and Pam. Let me do it. Please let me do it! Let me suck off my own brother and taste that wonderful white spunk from his hard prick! Please, Pam!"
Pam, having tasted how wonderful sperm was, shook her head, and Marty could feel the ridges of her teeth making indentations in the stalk below his throbbing knob. Tracey was getting angry, and Marty had to stop it before it turned into a war, so he said, "Why don't you girls take turns?"
"Please!" Tracey pleaded with her cousin.
Pam nodded in agreement.
"How do we do it?" Tracey asked, as Pam sucked savagely.
"I'll yell when I come," her brother said. "Pam can have the first four blasts, then she'll yank her head away from my dick and you can clamp your mouth down and take the rest."
"Okay with you?" Tracey asked.
Her cousin nodded, then slid her mouth to the side so she only sucked on the right half of Marty's pulsing prick. Tracey immediately got the idea and let her own lips nibble on the exposed left side of his throbbing dong. They moved their lips up and down in unison, and Marty, feeling Tracey's mouth on his cock along with Pam's went crazy. They were kissing one another with his pole in between. When their mouths rose to the top of his twitching prong, their tongues intertwined around his burning knob, and as their mouths headed towards his balls, he felt the froth starting to rise from within.
"Now!" he screamed, and Pam's mouth instantly returned to the swollen top of his meat barely in time to catch the first blast of searing sperm. He could actually feel the stream splatter against the back of her throat, and then he shot a second one. Her tongue swooped it up and carried it to the back of her mouth as he unleashed a third blast of jizz. The fourth followed before she could swallow, and with her mouth full of cum-cream, Pam pulled her leeching lips from his bursting prick, making room for his sister who was anxiously awaiting her turn.
His fifth shot came too quickly for Tracey to catch it in her mouth. The spunk made a white streak along her left cheek as she clamped her mouth tightly over his fountaining rod. Now she was bobbing her head excitedly in the hope she could encourage more jizz to spurt forth from his twitching tool.
Marty fired at least a dozen times more, though he knew he had unleashed more in his first four shots than in his next dozen. Even so, Tracey was happily sucking away, noisily slurping and smacking her lips against his draining dong, hungrily sipping out the thick, gummy fuck juice, letting the others know she savored every drop.
Pam, seeing the white streak of spunk on her cousin's cheek, leaned over and licked it off, then slid her head between Tracey's chin and Marty's balls and began licking his hairy scrotum, making sure Marty pumped those last few drops of cock-cream into his sister's hungering mouth.
Marty stopped blasting and fell back on the bed. He felt drained. Neither girl was satisfied, however, so they turned to one another and began kissing, falling on the bedroom carpet. Each had a hand cupped over the other's cunt.
They stretched out full length on the floor, each hungrily kissing and licking the other. Marty stared, amazed how responsive they were, and locked in a joint embrace from top to bottom. Lips pressed against lips, and open mouths allowed lunging tongues to pass back and forth. Arms were entwined in a combination of fascinating feminine curves. Legs twisted about one another, grasping and tugging the other female as close as possible until it looked as if the two sets of curves belonged to a single being. Their breathing was so perfectly matched it seemed as if only one person was inhaling and exhaling – a single living human female freak with four arms and four legs.
Their bellies pressed tightly against one another, sutured together by their joint perspiration. One rounded tummy rubbed against one flat expanse of belly flesh as their mouths clung voraciously, tongues whipping away. Tiny, full, rounded tit pressed against its huge counterpart, the four nipples grinding in perfect unison as they rubbed. Their hands no longer grasped each other's pussies, but tightly clasped each other's bodies, letting their pouting pussylips press together and feel the friction from the leaking lips of the other. Their crushing snatches pressed hard together, burning under the strain of heavy passion ignited when they had mouthed Marty's spurting cock.
He sat back and watched them letting themselves get carried away by feelings neither he nor they had suspected existed. Women enjoyed one another all over the world, but rarely was it done with such inner passion. The two were more than making love to each other. They were actually loving each other. Both had been cock-hungry, and now they were starved for each other.
Marty looked down at them, and in a way he could sympathize with each of them. After all, he had sampled both, and had found them equally delightful.
Neither of the two girls seemed fully aware of what was going on between them. Each appeared to be reacting strictly to her own sense of touch and taste. The stimulation of nipple against nipple, and puffy pussylips against soothing labes made each temporarily forget she was a female in need of masculine attention.
Sliding off the bed, Marty moved in on the clinging girls. At that moment they were totally unaware of his presence. They were so tightly pressed against each other, the best he could do was rub their backs and kiss the napes of their necks. But it didn't make either aware of him. Maybe it was just as well, because his cock was still at half-mast and in no way ready for another bout of fucking or sucking.
Pam had become the more aggressive of the pair, and she began by letting her fingers return to Tracey's flaming quim, rubbing the juicy outer twatlips with her palm and exerting just enough pressure to stimulate a hot glow in Tracey's belly. Tracey's pussy began leaking a heavy, oily ointment, soaking Pam's hand. Then Pam placed a forefinger on Tracey's hard, extended, beadlike clitoris, and began moving it in a soft, tantalizing circular rhythm, first clockwise, then counterclockwise.
Tracey rotated her body in a countermovement to Pam's finger-massage. Soon they were in an entirely different universe, with Tracey's firm thighs clamped tightly around Pam's pressuring hand, her throbbing clit riding hard against Pam's massaging fingers. Tracey clutched her cousin tightly to her, biting deeply into her shoulder, raking her fingertips along the other's back, and then finally cementing her burning mouth against Pam's lips, letting her tongue wash across Pam's tile-white teeth.
It was Pam who broke the kiss first, her finger still making tiny, shuddery circles against Tracey's pulsating nub. She leaned down and sucked Tracey's entire right tit into her ardent mouth. She literally half swallowed the small boob, making hungry gobbling sounds in her throat, then easing her head back and letting the tit flow against her tongue until she could roll the turgid nipple between her teeth and lips. Pam was biting with just enough pressure to drive her cousin straight up the wall of sensual pleasure.
Tracey's hot pussy, meanwhile, became a whirling dervish, circling again and again on the point of Pam's rubbing finger. Tracey was moaning, awash in a sea of rapture. Pam, meanwhile, was so thrilled to hear Tracey's sighs, she applied even greater finger pressure to the quivering clit while sucking strongly on the delicious rubbery nipple.
Marty was becoming aroused all over again. His limp pecker was beginning to stretch its head and solidify. He noticed Pam's own bucking body matching the circular movement of Tracey's inflamed twat, and he moved his cock against her butt, pressing it against the hairline spilt of her full, delicious-looking ass. His hardened prong opened the crack and slid between the hot juicy cheeks until it slid low enough to touch Pam's greasy pussy. He let the knob soak in the sopping juices, then tugged the newly inflamed prong back and took aim at her tiny asshole. It was no go. His cock was too thick to penetrate her bung. He slid his left hand underneath, letting his little pinky soak in the heat of Pam's steaming pussy, then he moved his pinky up until it was pressing against that tight, squirmy little asshole.
Slowly, little by little, his pinky began parting the web like flesh of her bucking brownie, and millimeter-by-millimeter forced the puckered sphincter to yield to its pressure. And with each little push, Pam gasped and rubbed her finger all the harder against Tracey's thumping passion-bud.
Tracey clasped her cousin to her all the more tightly, their cheeks pressed closely together. Her mouth pouted so beautifully, Marty had to lean forward and kiss it while his pinky continued making inroads into Pam's tight bum hole.
Pam, meanwhile, wanted to kiss Tracey elsewhere, and so stopped sucking on the tantalizing tiny cunt and began kissing her cousin on her right shoulder. Marty, who was still kissing his sister's mouth, was unable to finish the kiss because Tracey's lips wouldn't let go. But Pam's finger, still pressed to Tracey's clit, applied extra pressure, and Tracey gasped, letting go.
Marty was so tantalized by Pam's asshole, he would have knelt and sucked it had her butt not been bucking so violently. As it was, he had finally gotten his pinky all the way in her hung and was moving it around, stretching the elasticity of the sphincter to more easily accommodate his poking prick.
He finally yanked his pinky out and slipped a forefinger in. It went inside her shitter much more easily than he'd expected. Good! He reamed it around in her ass for a few minutes, then withdrew it, deciding it was time for his cock to make an entrance. She had never fucked an asshole before. This was going to be one hell of an experience.
Pam's head was slowly moving down Tracey's torso, bypassing the chocolate-tipped, whipped cream mounds of tits, and working down along the belly. She dipped her head to the scrunched-up navel and inserted her tongue, and Tracey nearly screamed as the oral digit made a few circular turns inside. From the winking belly button, Pam's tantalizing tongue moved down the flat of her cousin's tummy to the dark downy moss covering her crotch.
In no time Pam's busy tongue tickled its way to the top of Tracey's hair-fringed split. The blistering result of Pam's burning breath as her wet tongue slithered through the surrounding pussy-hedge was to create an overpowering updraft of fire within her cousin's exploding belly. Tracey was about to come.
Marty's horny cock had finally found the sought-for entrance of Pam's elusive asshole. He pressed forward, and Pam automatically pushed back as her tongue began sluicing through Tracey's ultra sensitive honeypot. And as his powerful cock began making inroads into Pam's ultra tight asshole, he saw her use her fingers to wildly massage Tracey's clit while her tongue continued washing through the delicate silt. She forced Tracey's slender thighs wider, so she could insert three fingers into the steaming twat as her lips and tongue returned to the twitching cunt, voraciously sucking on it, pulling it with such intensity one might think she was literally trying to pull it off.
Marty rammed his fiery cock into Pam's asshole, and she writhed from the new, totally enjoyable sensation as his heavy prong began reaming back and forth, back and forth in her butt. He was giving her new sensation she hadn't expected but most definitely enjoyed. It made her open her mouth and press it against her cousin's writhing cunt. The flat of her tongue spread itself against the blood-filled cunt, and Tracey was wriggling in unspoken, agonizing ecstasies.
Tracey was going insane from the feel of her wonderful cousin's loving mouth. Every nerve inside her besieged snatch was tingling and vibrating like a well-tuned violin string. Her brain received one delightful pleasure signal after another, and she felt it was no longer enough to receive. She had to give.
An instant later Marty found himself flat on the floor on his back, his cock still jammed in Pam's gripping asshole. Pam lay on top of him, her tongue slurping across Tracey's shuddering clitoris, and Tracey was on top of her cousin in a sixty-nine position, wildly licking Pam's ruby-colored cunt bead. Every now and again Tracey's tongue slithered down the full length of her cousin's plump, delicious cunt-crack and touched her brother's throbbing pole as it plundered its way back and forth within the rigid confines of Pam's squeezing bung.
Tracey's hungering mouth continued voraciously sucking on Pam's eager gash, while Pam's slurping tongue continued washing her cousin's clit. And though the weight of the girls didn't bother Marty, their combined bulk kept him from barely moving his aching cock in and out of his cousin's tight, shuddering asshole.
It was Tracey who finally came first, and it was one hell of a come. The girl wailed like a banshee as she rolled this way and that, humping her slick, sweet, gooey cunt into her cousin's waiting mouth. She jammed her face deep into Pam's burning twat and screamed again and again, the sound absorbed by the soft, velvety wails of Pam's sucking quim.
Her screaming into Pam's hole, plus the pressure of her lapping tongue on Pam's sensitive clit soon had the girl in an insane frenzy as she, too, climbed the incomparable rainbow, shuddering and shaking in the throes of some wild, unnamed passion, coming again and again.
Pam had the more intense climax, and an instant after completing her orgasm, she rolled off Marty, his hard cock tugging out of her asshole with the pop of a cork leaving a champagne bottle.
"Marty!" Tracey begged. "Oh, Marty, fuck me! I've been waiting so long to feel you fuck me. Fuck me now!"
Pam lay on the floor, face down, too exhausted for an instant to care what the others did. And Marty, who had been dying to sink his heavy dick into the morass of his sister's tight pussy, got to his feet, then tugged Tracey up and flung her on the bed. He jumped on her, throwing his weight on her body, slamming his hot, hard dick deep into her seething snatch, shoving until his tool was buried in her hole balls deep. He was amazed his sister could take all the cock he had to offer. For a skinny little girl her cunt was very deceptive. His dick was jammed in tight, and he began fucking like a maniac.
"Oh, Christ!" he muttered, feeling the sweat start to form again as his sister's tight little twat sucked strongly on his pumping prong. "Oh, Christ! I knew it'd be good, but I never dreamed it'd be this good!"
"Oh, Marty," his sister sighed. "That's a real supercock. That feels good. Your cock might not be as thick as Uncle's, but it's just as good."
"You mean Uncle Ira's been fucking you?" Marty asked, surprised, but not so surprised he forgot to go on fucking.
"Are you mad?" Tracey asked, her body attuning itself to his thrusts as she pumped her hips high and hard, getting the most she could from every downward plunge of his thrilling cock.
"Shit!" he muttered. "I was scared he'd find out about me and Pam. Now I guess he really can't say anything."
"Not a thing," Pam told him, looking up at him from the floor, "because Daddy's been fucking me, too."
"Christ!" he grunted, slamming his anxious cock into his sister's clinging hole with greater speed. "This is some fucking family!"
"And that's not all," Pam told him, fully snapped out of her lethargy, on her feet and supervising the way he was fucking his sister. "When Mom joins us next week, we hope you'll bang her, too, and make it a real family affair."
Kneeling behind the fucking brother and sister, Pam pushed Marty forward just the least little bit, staring at the way his shuddering cock moved rapidly in and out of his sister's seething quim. The sight inflamed her all over again, and she decided to join the two of them. She leaned forward and placed her hot lips against Tracey's wide-open pussy, her tongue pressed hot and hard against Marty's prick shaft as it drilled back and forth into his sister's frothing snatch, and the sensation made him screw harder.
The combination of Pam's tongue and Marty's pistoning plunger reaming out her flashing pussy was too much for Tracey. She screamed again, heaving her crotch as high as she could, and then her fuming cuntlips tightened their hold on her brother's slashing pecker, and she began coming in a wild, thrashing, screaming fit of insanity that was a single, long, solitary yell. Had Marty not clamped his lips on hem, the entire neighborhood would have heard her as she came. As it was, her scream shook him to his toes.
At the very peak of her orgasm, Tracey went into a faint. Still not used to having prime cock, the sensation of it when combined with Pam's tongue had created a hitherto undreamed of shivering, and she temporarily blanked out.
Marty unplugged his twitching, horny cock from Tracey's sleeping body and automatically returned to Pam. His cousin fell onto the bed beside Tracey, her thighs wide open, saying, "Fuck me good, Marty, just the way you'll fuck my mother when she gets here!"
He spread himself over her and squirmed until his fleshy dick worked its way completely into her clutching pussy. Just as her huge boobs were so different from the feel of Tracey's, so was the inside of Pam's bubbling cunt caressing his slamming, throbbing dick in a different way. Pam's sheath was softer, foamier, sponger. And yet it created greater friction, and the instant he socked his aching cock into Pam's hole, both knew they were going to come. And come they did, he going off first, splashing his spunk through her grasping cunt, spraying slick white sperm all over until she, too, rocketed to her final orgasm of the day.