1 comments/ 27516 views/ 30 favorites A Taste of Incest - Kumquat By: Hypoxia Author's note: The following stroker is FICTION, so chill. All depicted sex involves live, consenting humans aged 18+. These A TASTE OF INCEST tales include bisexual and multiracial groups; if you object to such, stop reading. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! A Taste of Incest - Kumquat Why scream and writhe? Because the sisters were applying feathers to her flesh. They gently, torturously, tickled her feet and underarms and groin and face. 'Lina sat near her head and occasionally blew something into her nose. Corlis struggled even more violently but to no avail; she was trapped. 'Lina saw me, smiled, shushed me with a finger on her lips, and beckoned me forward. I rounded the hedge on little cat feet. 'Lissa looked up from her feather-work and gestured to me. I dropped my sneakers and clothes and moved onto the blankets. 'Lina blew more of whatever it was into dark nostrils. Corliss gasped and squirmed. 'Lina patted her forehead. "It gets even better, girl. You had the big ones. Now you'll get a hot one. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Corliss nodded her blindfolded head 'yes'. 'Lissa leaned to me and, for the first time, fully slurped my cock, both for arousal and for lubrication. Nice... Alas, all too soon, she spit out my wet member. I knee-walked forward at her hand signals, forward between ebony thighs to wet, puffy labia. 'Lissa held the nether lips apart and guided me in. Corliss froze, then clenched and strained every muscle in her body. I speared balls-deep into her humid sex and braced myself over her. The Li-Li's moved their mouths to her abundant black breasts. They suckled. Corliss was by no means my first fuck; dirty-blonde Dora had relieved me of my oral and genital virginity some time back. Corliss was not even my first, nor my fifth, non-white fuck partner. But Corliss was the first who was totally helpless before me. I would dearly have loved her to wrap arms and legs around me and frantically pull me in to her core. But lying there, pegged-out like an exotic butterfly, unable to do more than strain and groan... Wow! I fucked her. She came with muffled groans and vaginal flooding. I fucked harder, faster. She came again, agonized and ecstatic. I pounded furiously. The Li-Li's nipped my nipples. FUCK! I triggered, and grunted, and spewed steaming semen by the gallon into her willing womb. I fell off her bound body after my cock softened and oozed from her in a thick puddle of combined cum. 'Lina gently kissed my lips. 'Lissa gently kissed my molten dick, just a touch of her lips. I crawled up to kiss Corliss's face. The Li-Li's silently gestured to me once more. I groaned with disappointment but gathered and donned my clothes and sneakers. The girls stood. Naked 'Lina hugged me. "This is only the start," she whispered in my ear. Naked 'Lissa hugged me from the other side. "Lessons begin tomorrow." They kissed my cheeks and sent me on my way. I would have to ask Corliss about this the next time I saw her on the street. ITEM: Life became more entertaining and educational. . The lessons were quite practical both from my viewpoint and the Li-Li's. We moved to third base. They gave me advanced training in pussy-licking, labia-fingering, clit-sucking, all to their specifications. I instructed them on my favorite modes of cocksucking. My dick still did not enter their nethers but their mouths and hands and cleavage and sometimes armpits were quite adequate for my pleasure. Many of our training and practice session were indoors at times Larry and Rachel would not be disturbed. We always showered well, before and after. We handled sanitation outside, too. Next to the hedge, a gardener's shack with a rough outdoor shower let us sluice-off as needed. Nothing is cost-free. My price was obedience. I was given tasks to accomplish. No, I was not roped to a chair like Del. No, I was neither shamed nor misused. But I was put firmly in my place. Corliss returned, tied and blindfolded again, and I happily fucked her again. But now, on orders from my steely-eyed stepsisters, I sucked Corliss' freshly-fucked pussy, slurping our mixed salty juices. Was this meant as humiliation? It was not nearly as bad as I feared. I got to like the taste. Another time it was *I* who was tied down, blindfolded, abused with feathers and tongues and who knows what else. A mystery vagina descended on my hardened tool. Ahh... A further session saw one secret slit on my cock and another at my mouth. I had no idea who did me. I did not really care. And once, just once, the Li-Li's taook me anally. Double-ended or strap-on or handheld sold dildos, I cannot say which. Vibrators, for sure. I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy some of the sensations but the situation never thrilled me. Once was enough. For now. I paid those prices willingly. My rewards were awesome. Yet another afternoon, I spied three naked girls through the hedge peephole. The sly Li-Li's had yet another victim arrayed in doggy position. Long red hair spilled from her full-head black hood; I thought I recognized naïve Rhianna, who was maybe no longer an innocent lamb, ya think? 'Lina motioned me to approach, strip, and fuck. She stroked the girl's wet pussy and purred, "You want this, don't you, baby?" The captive nodded and grunted an audible, "Yuh." Thus began a new sequence. Most afternoons, the Li-Li's had another naked victim, I mean friend, willing and hooded and maybe gagged, always prepped for action. I always fucked us both to glory, oh yes! Then I scooted under her crotch and sucked till her pussy was clean and her clit spasmodic. Maybe I spun around for a lazy 69 with her freed mouth vacuuming my virility. Yum. The Li-Li's 'friends' varied: Sweet young things; women, more mature and mostly fairly fit, MILFs for sure; females of all colors and characters, all anonymous behind hoods and sometimes gags. Glorious butts and tingly thighs; inviting hips; waistlines from wasp-thin to less-thin but still fine; hanging breasts, from swinging melons to comfy handfuls to ripe little peaches; sexy toned calfs and sensuous feet; sweet and salty and musky and floral scents and tastes; short, medium, and tall, thin and not-so-thin, ahh... I recognized some as girls and women I knew. Did the Li-Li's tell them whose penis was being provided? I recognized some as repeat visitors, sometimes with multiple repetitions. I never tired of them. I had died and gone to fucking heaven - except I was not dead. Yet. ITEM: When the going gets weird, the weird get going. The afternoon was especially hot. Sweat drenched me as I reached the hedge and was beckoned in. I stripped and hosed off under the gardener's shower and then turned to the action. The Li-Li's blinded guest, arrayed for the now-usual puppy-fuck, was a mature, black-haired woman, lean, well-exercised. I approached. Instantly, I was aroused by a sharp, cryptically familiar scent. I felt... not recognition, but magnetism, a connection, a drawing-together. I did not immediately mount her; on my back, I slid my head between her thighs and nuzzled my face against her moist, trimmed black delta. Such perfume! I licked and probed and slurped and nibbled. Her snatch shed sweet nectar to my tongue. I reached out to fondle her sweetly hanging breasts and caress her long, excited nipples. She grunted gloriously into her gag. She was caught in an orgasmic wave. My cock grew and hardened beyond the reach of reality; I was more than ready. After a last long labial kiss, I positioned myself behind her and drove in. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck... There was no careful buildup, no measured long-stroking, no long-plus-short sequence, none of that sweet romantic shit. I just pounded into that beautiful heart-shaped ass, pounded like I was the fucking jackhammer and she was the cement, doomed to crack and crumble. Wham, bam, slam, cram, a fucking machine, that's what I am! 'Lina joined us. This was not the first time but it also was not common. She ungagged our guest; she moved on her back with her knees spread wide and pushed her open pussy up to our guest's panting mouth. Our guest dove in as best she could under my furious attack. And then, a surprise: 'Lissa knelt smiling beside her sister's head, raised her leg, straddled 'Lina's face, and, grinning now, lowered her sizzling sex to her sister's questing tongue. Suck-n-fuck, suck-n-fuck - or maybe that's fuck-n-suck, fuck-n-suck. I fucked. Our guest and 'Lina sucked. Those pussies had all the luck. I felt my climax burn and boil. I pounded like a madman, and yelled, and ejaculated a thunderous blast into the wonderful orifice. My target raised her mouth from 'Lina's snatch and screamed, "Aaahhhh!! Oh god! Ohhhhh! Oh girls! Ohhh! Oh fuck! Oh god oh god!" I recognized the voice but did not register at the moment. I was preoccupied. I slowed; she dropped her face again and licked desperately at 'Lina, who licked ferociously at 'Lissa. Yes, I slowed, and softened somewhat, but not totally, not enough to slip from the terrestrial paradise I had entered. I felt myself harden. Oh, it's good to be young! I was stiff again in minutes, and moving in and out of our guest again, not too fast, but methodical, relentless. Well, may not too fast at first, but that did not last. My animal instincts drove me on at a faster pace, pistoning, pumping, till my recharged balls could take no more. I spewed into her again. She screamed again. That voice... I finally softened; my spent member regretfully departed its superb docking station. I fell aside, wheezing. My well-fucked sperm receptacle continued licking, and to good effect; 'Lissa screamed under 'Lina's tongue, and 'Lina groaned and gurgled into 'Lissa's gash. We were all happy campers. 'Lissa fell off 'Lina's face and lay beside her younger, taller, darker sister. Our guest rolled on her back, still blindfolded. 'Lina untied the black cloth. I grunted, shocked. Mom! Rachel blinked in her post-orgasmic glow and looked at me. "Hi, Robby." 'Lina rose to hands and knees and crawled to me. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, Robby. It's a family affair. Yes, you just ate and fucked your mother. Now you get to fuck your sister, your half-sister, anyway. Your dad is my dad. We're meant to be together." 'Lissa had not stayed unoccupied while her own half-sister spoke. The sexy blonde's gifted tongue washed and massaged my cock and brought me back to lusty life. When I was stiff again, she pushed me toward 'Lina, who spread her legs wide and said, "Fuck me. Now." Was I morally conflicted by the situation? Did my conscience try to dissuade me from further incest? I was already a motherfucker! My cock had split the pussy from which I was born. Did inner voices aim me toward righteousness? Fuck no. My hormones raged. Little head out-thought big head. Fuck yes. Fuck yes, I climbed onto my almost-look-alike sister. Fuck yes, I shoved my revived cock right into her glorious dark gash. Fuck yes, she spider-wrapped me in her long limbs. Fuck yes, we lashed together in the ancient, immortal rhythm, mouths joined and tongues dancing, groins slapping and grinding. My cock was revived but my balls had not reloaded and I had already cum twice in the last half-hour or so. I was not likely to cum again anytime soon. So, we fucked and fucked and fucked. And 'Lina came and came and came. I felt a lubed finger poke into my anus to massage my prostate. That did the trick. I came, my last cum for now; not much volume but much satisfaction. We were not alone while we mated, not at all. My mom Rachel lay beside us while 'Lissa rode her tongue, squeezed her hungry tits, moaned miserably, and poked my round eye at just the critical moment. Nice timing, sis! 'Lissa moved into a 69 atop her stepmother after I came. Their contrasting bodies strained together like a magical, mystic dance. Watching their beautiful joining stiffened me again but damn, I was drained. No more for me for a while, not even with 'Lina cleaning my overused cock. Final moans, final cums, and they fell apart, then rolled together. The four of us somehow manage a lie-down group hug. It was a dynamic mix of shifting bodies struggling to connect with as much bare flesh as possible. My conscience tried to bother me then. I told it to shut up.