It was late afternoon when Linda first noticed the heavy dark clouds building up over the high mountains that loomed above them.
"Looks like we're going to have a summer shower," she mentioned to Jill as they saw a bright flash of lightning in the distance.
"That's neat," the teen smiled, "I love to drive in the rain."
The heavy clouds rapidly increased until an eerie darkness seemed to settle menacingly over the afternoon sky. There was another crash of lightning and suddenly huge drops of rain were splattering noisily on the windshield. It turned into a loud roar as the torrent of rain pounded on the roof of the car. It was falling so hard and fast that the windshield wiper couldn't clear, it away fast enough. Unable to see very well, Linda was barely crawling along the rain-swept road. With the loud crash of thunder, the mountainsides would be momentarily bathed in a lard blue-white light from the bolts of lightning.
"I'm scared," shouted Jill.
"So am I honey," her mother answered. "But we should be to Silver Flats in a few minutes."
"What's Silver Flats?" Jill asked.
"It's a town up ahead that Jed told me about," she shouted over the sound of the storm. "He said there's a nice motel there."
"Good," answered Jill. "I wanta get out of this damned storm."
Water was washing across the road like a stream as the battering rain seemed to gather intensity. Peering nervously through the rain-covered windshield, Linda guided the car around one curve after another. The sound of the storm was amplified by the echoes in the narrow canyon.
"Shouldn't we be there by now?" Jill asked after they had driven for another hour.
"We should have been there a long time ago," she admitted. "I wonder if we're on the wrong road?"
"I'm scared," whispered Jill.
"So am I," her mother agreed.
Then as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. They could hear the faint sound of thunder disappearing into the distance.
"I'm glad that's over," sighed Jill in the eerie silence that had replaced the frightening roar of the storm.
Once more able to see the rain-soaked road, Linda was able to drive faster. It was now night and the headlights clearly illuminated their way.
"Honey," Linda sighed after another hour of driving, "I'm afraid we're lost."
"Look, Mom," Jill shouted, pointing ahead. "There's a light over there."
Approaching it, they saw a paved lane that led from the road up to what appeared to be a lighted house.
"I think we'd better drive up there and find out where we are," Linda suggested, guiding the car up toward the building.
Parking in front of it, they could see it was quite a sumptuous summer home. Getting out of their car, they walked up on the broad veranda and rang the doorbell.
After a long interval it was opened by a man in his early forties wearing a silk dressing gown. There was a look of astonishment on his face when he saw Linda and her pretty young daughter standing at the door.
"Yes," he muttered, unable to grasp where these people had appeared from on this stormy night.
"Excuse us," stammered Linda. "I think we're lost."
"Come in," he smiled, suddenly captivated by the woman's eyes, smoldering out from beneath her long dark bangs. "I'm Travis Barlow."
"How do you do," she smiled, stepping into the room. "I'm Linda Turner, and this is my daughter Jill."
"What is your problem?" he asked when they were seated. "How do you get to Silver Flats?" she asked. "We've been driving for hours."
"There's a turn off about forty miles back up the road," he explained. "You must have missed it."
"Oh, thank you," she smiled, rising from her chair. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."
"Where are you going?" he asked, staring boldly at Linda's smooth bare legs under her short skirt. "We have to get back to Silver Flats before it's too late," Jill explained, following her mother toward the door.
"But you can't," he said, standing up and walking toward them. "Why not?"
"The storm has washed the bridge out," he lied, appraising teen's cute figure. "I just heard it on the radio."
"Why don't you spend the night here?" he suggested. "Oh, no," stammered Linda. "We couldn't impose on you."
"I won't take no for an answer," he grinned, turning and walking toward the stairs. "I'll go up and tell Sylvia we have guests."
"Honey," he smiled, walking over to the bed.
"What?" she said in an irritated voice as she removed her mouth from her brother's fantastic cock.
"We have company."
"Oh, shit," she stormed. "I was just getting this idiot's prick nice and hard."
"But," he beamed, "I think they're our kind of people."
"Who are they?"
"It's a very attractive mother and daughter," he answered.
"What makes you think they're our kind of people?" she asked suspiciously, reluctant to leave her brother's throbbing dong.
"I don't know," he grinned excitedly. "But there's something about them that makes me thing they're ready for fun and games."
"Okay," she sighed, getting up from the bed and slipping into a pink, transparent negligee. "I'll go down and look them over."
"I'm sure you'll approve," he smiled. "Lance," she said, looking back at her naked brother, "I don't want you jacking off. I want your fuck to be nice and hard when I get back."
Linda and Jill could hardly believe their eyes when the voluptuous redhead walked down the stairs with her husband. Her smoothly rounded tits and big hard nipples were easily discernible through the flimsy material of her gown, as was her triangle of red pussy hair.
"Honey," he beamed to his wife, "this is Linda Turner and her daughter, Jill."
"How do you do," Sylvia smiled, her eyes hungrily taking in Linda's soft bare thighs.
"Hi, Mrs. Barlow," stammered Linda, still startled by the beautiful woman's near-nakedness in the transparent gown. "I hope we're not imposing."
"Not at all," answered the redhead in an excited voice, still unable to remove her eyes from the softness of Linda's bare thighs beneath the short dress. "And please call me Sylvia."
"It was sure scary in that storm," smiled Jill, taking an immediate liking to the beautiful woman with the big hard titties.
"I'll bet it was," Sylvia beamed at the girl, thinking how delicious the girl's twat might taste. "And I'll bet you haven't had anything to eat."
"No, we haven't," the girl admitted.
"Then let me fix you something," Sylvia suggested.
"Please don't go to any trouble," said Linda.
"It isn't any trouble at all."
"May I help you?" asked Linda.
"No thanks," Sylvia smiled. "But you can come out in the kitchen and keep me company while I'm preparing it."
Unable to control herself, Sylvia let her fingers trail lightly across Linda's wiggling little bum as they walked out of the room.
"She's sure pretty," grinned Jill, sitting down on the couch with Mr. Barlow.
"So are you," he beamed at the cute teen.
"Thank you."
His cock began to lurch beneath his robe as he stared at the soft, downy hairs that glistened against the gleaming flesh of her tanned bare legs. The sweet freshness of the girl was very exciting to the lecherous man.
"I'll bet you have lots of boyfriends," he grinned at her.
"Sure," she giggled. "Plenty."
"Do they kiss you."
"Sometimes," she admitted.
"Do you like boys to kiss you?"
"Sure."
"Why?"
"It feels neat," she giggled.
"Do boys ever touch your body?"
"Do you like it when they touch your body?" he asked, putting his arm around the girl and playfully drawing her up closer to him.
"Sometimes," she admitted.
"Has a boy ever touched you like this?" he whispered excitedly as he placed his trembling hand on her smooth upper thigh.
"Sure," she giggled. "It feels neat."
When his hand made no further move up her leg, Jill slightly parted her thighs, hoping he'd play with her pussy. His fingers unconsciously dropped into the warm gap between her slightly opened legs. The warmth and softness of her naked flesh sent a wild flame raging through his groin. Unable to control his wild lust any further, he began inching his fingers up toward the hot dampness of her smoldering slit.
"Ooooooooh, Mr. Barlow," she giggled, wanting to encourage him. "You want to play with my pussy."
Shocked and pleased with the teen's naughty remark, he inched his fingers further up between her legs.
He hadn't dreamed the girl wasn't wearing panties until his probing fingers touched the slippery softness of the girl's hot, wet slit.
"Oh, Mr. Barlow," she sobbed, taking his hand and pushing his finger deeper into her eager cunt. "That feels so good."
"Jill," he whispered. "Will you sleep with me tonight?"
"Sure," she panted, writhing her hot wet pussy up against the palm of his hand. "If you want me to."
"We'll all sleep in one big bed," he explained, plunging his finger in and out of her tight, sucking fuck-hole. "Would you like that?"
"Sure. It sounds neat."
"Would your mother like it?"
"Shit, yes," she giggled. "Mom loves to fuck."
He couldn't believe his good fortune. It must have been providence that had delivered this beautiful mother and daughter to his doorstep tonight.
Crazed with lust, he was writhing all over the girl, kissing her lips, her eyes, her neck as his finger plunged in and out of the squishy hotness of her slippery twat. Lurching over her, the front of his silk robe opened and his stiff cock sprang out into full view.
"Oh, you naughty man," Jill giggled, wrapping her soft fingers around his big throbbing dick. "You've got a fucking hard-on."
While he continued thrusting his slippery wet finger in and out of her scalding-hot pussy, Jill began sliding his foreskin up and down over his big purple cock-head.
"Oh God," he moaned, the entire length of his stiff prick tingling with ecstasy. "Jesus Christ, that feels good, honey."
"So do you," she squealed as they both frantically hand-fucked each other.
Jill almost let out a scream when his finger contacted her excited clitty.
"That's it, Mr. Barlow!" she squealed with rapture. "That's it, honey! Oh, it's so good! SO FUCKIN' GOOD!"
They were rolling all over the couch as their hands and fingers worked at a feverish pace on each other's lust-inflamed genitals. His finger was plunging frantically into her frothy pussy as her lightly clenched fist flew up and down over his lurching dong.
"Oh, Mr. Barlow," she shrieked, pumping harder and faster on his bursting prick. "I'm coming!"
As she was being swallowed by her intense orgasm, she was only vaguely aware of the torrent of jizz that was spewing out of his cock-head, splattering all over his chest, face and silk gown.
"God, you're a mess," she giggled a few minutes later as she surveyed the man. His dressing robe was drenched, and a thick rivulet was running down his face to join the wet, sticky pools on his chest and stomach.
"You'll have to excuse me," he grinned sheepishly. "I'd better go upstairs to shower and change."
When he'd been gone a few minutes, Jill was surprised to see a thin, pale young man slowly walking down the stairs in a pair of undershorts. From the huge bulge, she could easily see that the boy had a throbbing hard-on.
"Hi," she smiled when he dropped wearily onto the couch by her.
"Hi," he answered in a listless voice. "Who are you?" asked Jill, curious as to who the strange young man was.
"Lance," he answered. "I'm Sylvia's brother."
"What are you doing alone upstairs?" she asked. "Waiting for her."
"Why?"
"She was supposed to come back so I could fuck her," he yawned.
"Do you fuck your sister?" she asked in surprise.
"Sure," he sighed. "All the time."
"You've sure got a hard-on," Jill giggled, looking down at the unbelievably big bulge in his shorts.
"I know," he answered, looking at her through dull, watery eyes. "I have to keep it hard for Sylvia."
"Why?"
"'Cause she likes my cock."
"I didn't know that girls let their brothers screw them," she said.
"Sylvia does," he yawned, wearily resting his head on the back of the couch. "She lets me live with them and pays me money so I'll be around whenever she feels like fuckin'."
"How often do you screw her?" she asked, completely amazed at what the frail boy was telling her.
"Five or six times a day," he answered. "Sometimes more when Travis is too tired to do his share."
"Do you like to fuck?"
"Sure," he grinned. "But sometimes I get awful tired."
"Does Travis mind that you ball his wife?" she asked.
"Shit no," he smiled. "He's glad to have me around. No one man could handle her."
"Is all this screwing wearing your cock down?" she questioned.
"I don't think so."
"May I see it?"
"If you want to," he grinned, dropping his shorts down around his ankles.
Jill practically jumped off the couch with shock when his gargantuan cock sprang into full view. It was as big around as her forearm and almost as long. His big shiny cock-head looked the size of a billiard ball.
"Holy shit," the teen gasped as she stared wide-eyed at the monstrous dick. "I can't believe it."
Jill couldn't imagine how that big, cruel-looking tool could ever fit into any woman's cunt.
"May I touch it?" she asked, tentatively reaching out for it.
"Sure," he grinned. "But don't jack me off Sylvia gets pissed if I waste any jizz."
Dropping to her knees in front of him, Jill found it impossible to even partly wrap her fingers around the girth of his massive prick-shaft. Excited cunt juices began dripping out of her pink slit when she started skimming his thick rubbery foreskin up and down over his big, lurching cock-head.
"Your hands sure feel soft and smooth," he whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the couch.
Lowering her head, she tried to place his big knob in her mouth, but there was no way it would fit. Continuing to slide the skin back and forth, Jill started licking all around his big shiny cock-head as if it were an ice-cream cone.
It pleased her to feel his thin legs trembling with excitement. She was happy that she was giving him so much joy, even if she couldn't get his cock into her mouth. Holding his prick-shaft in one hand while she sucked and licked the end of his dick, she slid her other hand under his balls, letting her middle finger probe lightly around his asshole.
"Oh, God," he sobbed. "That feels good."
"Do you like my naughty finger?" she whispered in a teasing voice.
"Christ yes," he moaned. "It feels fantastic…"
"Then take this," she giggled, thrusting the full length of her middle finger up into his shitter.
"Yeeeeowwwwww!" he roared when he felt her lewd digit streaking up through his tight rectum. "Shit that feels good! Oh, Christ, baby! Oh, wow!"
Sucking and licking the tip of his cock, her naughty middle finger was swirling deliciously around his sensitive prostate. He'd never experienced such delicious ecstasy in his entire life. Sylvia had never done this to him and his sister had been his only sex-partner since they were small children.
Jill wasn't prepared for the deluge of cum that suddenly exploded out of his huge cock-head. It drenched her hair, her face and dress as it continued spurting violently from deep in his balls.
"God damn," she giggled, trying to wipe it from her eyes with the back of her forearm. "When you come, baby, you really come."
"You better hurry upstairs and clean up before my sister finds out I wasted jizz," he whispered in a scared voice.
"Okay," she whispered. "But you'll have to show me where the bathroom is."