Passionate Fugitive Family by Whiff (Hetero sex, Lesbian incest, Zoo sex-woman/snake)


Chapter One

Didi liked to pretend she was in a movie as she walked down the beach. 
She would take long steps, so that her slim, sixteen year old hips 
would push out sexily when her foot sunk in the soft white sand. She 
would swing her shoulders so her uncovered big titties would jiggle. 
The yellow thong, all she wore on this tropical, isolated peninsula, 
was almost invisible against her deeply tanned skin. She imagined the 
camera starting from far away, and panning slowly toward her until her 
blooming curves dominated the picture. Neater than those girls in her 
Mom and Stepdad's porno flicks, and she didn't need any implants.

Her black wavy hair and pretty face reflected her Italian side, from 
her real Dad. But her figure was her mother's, voluptuous and erotic. 
Long waisted down to her trim hips, with no fat and a flat tummy, she 
was brown as a berry. She would smile seductively at the camera, 
imagining men's eyes fastened on her puffy cunt outlined by the small 
yellow triangle of cloth. Her long legs were well muscled from the 
daily walking on the beach, and her workouts. She supposed the 
frustration of not having any friends her age here made her imaginary 
world more real, and she knew it made her more horny. She was ready to 
experiment with sex, and her good looks would have made her popular 
anywhere. But there had just been her parents for the last year.

She knew how to masturbate, and did it a lot. Her Mom had gotten her a 
vibrator. Even though she had gone to school normally until last year, 
her fantasies when she came were hazy, because the boys she had flirted 
with had been so young. She was lucky to have a good open relationship 
with her mother, who talked freely about sex to her. "I know it must be 
frustrating, Deidre. Now's just when you'd be having your first 
encounters with boys. Believe me, they'd be after you. But we can't do 
anything about it. Bob has to get this lawsuit finished, and testify 
against those men who tried to frame him. It'll probably be another 
year." 

They would lay in bed together at night, talking just like friends. 
Sometimes Mom would bring her vibrator in and they would get off 
together. "Dad Bob has so much on his mind these days, he doesn't pay a 
lot of attention to me, honey." Didi loved watching her mom cum, 
gasping and mewling, her hips pumping off the bed. That lush pair of 
tits, slightly bigger than Didi's, the slightly rounded tummy with 
terrific long legs, the blonde pussy that got so wet. When she finished 
before Didi, sometimes she would rub her daughter's little clitty, 
crooning in her ear "Go ahead, baby. Let it happen, it's fun isn't it? 
Someday you'll have a cock to fuck, and you'll love it. Cum for mommy, 
ohhhhhh yes, that's nice huh?"

Didi had thought about trying to get Dad Bob to fuck her, but her mom 
seemed to imply he hardly had enough energy for her. He was a ruggedly 
handsome guy, but had gotten isolated and depressed since they had been 
down here. She thought Mom wouldn't mind, but had decided it was 
useless. If he couldn't satisfy his wife, he sure couldn't handle two 
women.

In her mind, she was no virgin. Her cherry had given way to the 
vibrator a long time ago. She had watched those porno films so often, 
getting herself off with the girls on the screen, that she felt she was 
experienced. She had imagined different size pricks, up her ass, eating 
men's cum, everything she had seen. Even eating a woman's pussy. She 
could remember wanting to taste her mom's, but didn't want to risk 
seeming queer. But it was still true that a man's cock had never been 
buried in her young pussy. It made her furious.

Elizabeth Forner didn't mind being alone so much. She had Bob, and felt 
sure he would get them out of this and home eventually. But her heart 
went out to her daughter. It was a lousy time for Deidre to have to be 
so alone. Sixteen, fantastic looking, and sensual like her parents. 
Normally, she would be experimenting with boys, and just need advice 
about how to handle all the young studs who would be after her. As it 
was, she needed a friend, a teacher, as well as a mother. 

When they would lay together at night, their full bodies so similar, 
enjoying their orgasms, Elizabeth knew it wasn't normal, but had 
decided that their unusual situation required unusual steps. They would 
sunbathe together, both nude except for tiny bottoms, looking so much 
alike except for Liz's blonde hair and patrician face. When Deidre 
would have trouble with one of the correspondence courses she took, Liz 
would spend as much time as necessary helping her. She looked the other 
way when the young girl snuck down to look at the porno films she and 
Bob occasionally used in their own loveplay.

But there was no way to completely compensate for her lack of a normal 
social life. When they fled New York to this small South American 
tropical island, with the house at the end of a long promontory jutting 
into the ocean, she had told her daughter it would only be a few 
months. It had stretched into a year now, and looked like another 
before they could return. The only ones they could trust were the 
Federal agents who came to pick Bob up occasionally, and they never 
stayed. Deidre was bright, and probably wouldn't be intellectually 
disadvantaged by the isolation. But the psychological problems were a 
constant worry.

Still, both mother and daughter had slipped into a lazy, langorous 
enjoyment of the wonderful climate and their free nudity permitted by 
the isolation. They had a gym with lots of equipment, and plenty of 
time to work on it, so both figures were perfectly developed. "Work 
those pectorals, Deidre. Otherwise, those big breasts'll start 
sagging." The only reason either covered their carefully trimmed pubic 
areas was to keep sand out. They swam in the ocean, skin diving in the 
little bays. "Don't ever go alone, honey. God knows what might swim 
in." And, indeed, they had seen sharks a couple of times, though none 
of any size. They watched the romantic tapes of current movies 
together, giggling at the same moments. 

Liz kept herself under control as best she could, though her own sexual 
needs threatened to make her scream sometimes. Her husband seemed to 
have forgotten her intense sexuality. Once a week just wasn't enough, 
and lately she had wondered how to get Bob to become the ardent lover 
he had been when they first married.

Bob Forner spent a lot of time in his study, watching his investments 
and trolling the Internet for news of his adversarys. His craggy good 
looks were still attractive, but his muscular body had gone a little 
flabby. He went over and over his testimony, and the evidence he and 
the Feds had uncovered. The other executives in his small bank had been 
laundering money, and just about the time he found out, they tried to 
pin it on him. He called the Fed, and the FBI wanted to put him in a 
witness protection program. But he had purchased this villa secretly, 
and they had eventually agreed that they could protect him here. 
Mostly, that involved watching the new arrivals on the island closely, 
and an elaborate security system. The narrow access to the house made 
it easier. 

He was aware that his obsession with the several trials going on, and 
with the mob ties of his former colleagues, had made the isolation 
difficult for both Didi and Liz. But he and his wife were still pretty 
passionate, he thought, and she was looking terrific these days. 
Everything would be okay once they got his enemies into jail. He wished 
he could talk to his son Dick, who had been in a secret army unit for 
the last two years. "Don't worry, Mr. Forner, he's safe from those 
guys. But it's a dangerous job he's doing. We just can't take a chance 
on blowing his cover." 

As she walked along the beach, Didi was thinking about Ricky too. Her 
stepbrother was ten years older than she was, and they had been buddies 
from the moment her mom married his dad, when she was just four. He had 
always treated her like his own little sister, kidding her constantly, 
but always kind. He had been a football player in High School and 
College, and she had idolized him as they grew up. His rugged good 
looks, combined with his athlete's strong body, had made him very 
popular, so she was always flattered that he made an effort to spend 
time with her when he could. When he went away to College, she had 
missed him terribly. 

She remembered with a little chill of excitement the night before he 
had left for the army. She was fourteen, her body had bloomed in its 
early prime for a year, and she was preoccupied with the new urges 
developing in her little cunt. Her breasts were little buds, firm and 
pointy, and full of nerves. Her hips had swelled, and her pussy had a 
little black peachfuzz. She had gotten new pleasure from wrestling with 
Ricky when he was home for holidays, trying to sense if he was aware of 
her newfound curves when they were pressed together. 

She had been told that this new assignment might mean he would be gone 
a long time. She snuck into his room after their parents went to sleep, 
sniffling. She wore her tightest white shorts, and a tee shirt that 
profiled her titties. "Why do you have to go away so long, Ricky? I 
don't want you to."

"It'll be an adventure for me, Didi. I don't wanna be like Dad." She 
threw herself into his arms, pressing her budding little breasts 
against him, feeling his big cock against her stomach. She had seen it 
several times, and her feelings for him had begun to be romantic. She 
often fantasized about him when she beat off. 

"Whoa baby, you're a little to old to be doing that." He pushed her 
gently away, marveling at how pretty she was getting as she went 
through puberty. In response, she pulled herself up and kissed him with 
her mouth open, like she had seen on TV. Surprised, he kissed back for 
a moment, but then pushed her away. "C'mon Didi, I love you, but we 
can't do this. You're too young anyway." As he held her at arm's 
length, he noticed how shapely she had become, even though she still 
wasn't even five feet tall. Her black hair was waved, and her face had 
taken on an exotic beauty he hadn't noticed until now. Her white shorts 
had bunched up between her legs, and soft flesh was puffing out on 
either side of the crotch. Her tee shirt was pushed out by her pointy 
nipples. As he released her with a smile, his cock jumped a little.

She was feeling bold and frustrated by his leaving, and pulled her tee 
shirt over her head. "I'm not too little, Ricky. Look, I got tits. Mom 
says they'll probably be big soon. And I'm pretty, Mom says." He 
flushed as he looked at her.

He was staring at her little buds of breasts, with the pert little 
nipples standing out. She saw his cock pushing out of his crotch. 
"You've always been pretty, Didi. And you really have a cute little 
figure. But c'mon, we're brother and sister."

"No we aren't, we're just step. And anyway, I just wanna cuddle, but 
I'd like it if you feel me up." She giggled with the sudden fun of his 
conflicting feelings. "To give you something to remember me by. I let 
Billy Parker put his hand on my pussy. He liked it, 'cause his thing 
shot right off." 

He grinned at her brazen manner. "You've always been a pistol, Dee. I'm 
going to miss you too. C'mon, I can finish packing in the morning. 
Let's just cuddle in bed, like we used to." He walked over to the light 
switch, and as he turned around, she pulled her shorts and panties 
down. She watched his eyes as she rubbed at the tuft of hair, and ran 
her hand down into the slit. She was pleased at the little jump in his 
crotch, and the look of surprise on his face. She stretched with 
enjoyment of her nudity, and his nervous stare.

"I'm not so little any more, Ricky. I'm horny all the time. I get off 
with my fingers." She stuck two of her fingers inside herself, and 
pulsed them like she did in bed at night. "I really like it. Mom says I 
come by it naturally." Throwing back her head, she pushed and pulled at 
her pussy, groaning with the thrill of it. "I think about you when I do 
it, Ricky."

 Then, she giggled and jumped into his bed. It smelled like him, a nice 
pungent sweaty odor. She remembered it from when they were young. He 
was surprised to see her strip all the way, but decided not to say 
anything. His prick was pushing at his pants as he caught a glimpse of 
her open twat, pink and puffy. He took his shirt off, and started to 
slide in beside her with his pants on.

"Aw, no fair, Ricky. I got naked, you should too. That was the deal." 
He grinned at the look of cunning on her face. "Okay Dee, okay." He 
knew she must be curious. He pushed his pants down, and stripped off 
his jockey shorts. His cock was standing out angrily. As he got into 
bed, she grabbed it. "Ohh, jeez it's big. Billy's is little." Her hand 
ran up and down over the head, making him even harder. "That's what he 
did to make it shoot. Will yours do that too?" "If you keep it up it 
will." he muttered, taking her hand away. She pulled his hand down to 
her little pussylips. "Touch me there, Ricky. C'mon, that was the 
deal." 

He was getting a little excited now, his hard member starting to tingle 
with desire. Shit, for his own little sister. But he left his hand in 
her box, and wiggled a finger between the folds to her little clitty. 
To his surprise, the tiny button was already poking out, and she humped 
her hips to his hand. "Mmmm, Ricky. You promise not to stop?" He was 
breathing hard. "Okay, okay." 

She released his hand, and started pumping his cock again. He jerked 
with the pleasure her soft little fist was giving him. She was pressed 
to him, her skin soft and warm. Her lips were kissing his cheek, cooing 
softly as she kept jacking at his cock, and surging against his hand. 
"Oh Ricky, Ricky."

"You're a sexy little thing, Dee. Seems like just yesterday you were a 
little tyke."

"I'm not anymore, big brother. I'm getting to be a woman. Horny, too."

His hips started moving with her hand, and he realized he had to get 
off. He was very aware of her soft little tits on the side of his 
chest, and her hips against his thigh. He realized she was wearing 
perfume, but he could also smell the pungent musk of pussy cream. His 
stomach was churning with conflict, his cock sending signals of desire, 
while he kept thinking, no, no it's Dee. She's fucking jailbait. God, 
she's sexy.

Almost as though she sensed his urgency, she started kissing from his 
cheek down his chest. As he felt her hair tickling over his stomach, 
startled at what she intended, he felt her mouth close around his 
cockhead as she pushed the sheets away. "Christ Didi." He grabbed at 
her head, but she slapped his hands away, and surged her mouth 
downwards to get nearly half of his turgid member inside, as she sucked 
frantically. The thrill of it made his hips surge up, and he heard her 
gurgling, but couldn't stop his thrusting tool from beginning to fuck 
her sweet little mouth.

He could look down and see her face with his prick stretching her lips 
wide. Her black hair was cascading down, and she looked sexier than any 
of his many conquests. He took his hand away from her cunt, and pulled 
her hips over his face. He pulled her slit, oversize for her body, up 
over his head and started sucking on the tender slit and the little 
love button. He heard her moan, and felt the vibration on his tool. He 
pushed his tongue inside her box. She was wet as hell, and tasted 
really sweet. Her hips jumped and she jerked her head up. "Oh Ricky, 
Ricky. Oh boy, you're making me feel sooooo good. Promise not to stop."

His hands roamed her body, savoring how smooth the skin was, young and 
blemish free. Her firm little butt was humping at his mouth. He put his 
hands on the smooth flesh of her hips to slow her down. He hazily 
remembered the skinny little thing he had grown up with, and realized 
how sexy she had gotten in the last year. She was sucking noisily on 
his cock, gurgling and swallowing, trying to get as much down her 
throat as she could. He had a feeling she had never done this before, 
and was strangely flattered that he was the first. They had always been 
close, linked by the tragic loss of a parent and the adjustment to new 
living arrangements when they were both pretty young. As he felt 
himself surging up to her, his body rising toward release, he guessed 
this was another way the love they had always felt could show. Anyway, 
he couldn't hold himself back now. 

Didi was letting her hips spasm at his mouth, amazed that it already 
felt better than anytime when she beat off, but that she still didn't 
cum. The tense warmth in her tummy was growing fast, and she knew she 
would be creaming, but he must have been swallowing it as he tongued 
and sucked at her bottom. It was so neat. She kept humming in 
satisfaction as she tried to milk his thick tool with her mouth. 

She loved the feeling of his tongue penetrating her insides, just like 
a little prick, she supposed. When he hit her clitty, rapture blew out 
into her bottom. It felt like her skin was flushed from her waist down. 
What a wonderful feeling, she thought, as her hips writhed with a life 
of their own. I don't want him to go away, I want him to stay with me 
and do this again and again.

She felt the excitement building up in his big cock. It had a funny, 
salty taste, and her tongue kept licking moisture at the tiny slit in 
the head. She sucked for all she was worth, hoping he would shoot his 
stuff into her mouth. But she was having trouble concentrating on his 
tool because of the waves of sensation flowing throughout her keening 
body.

Her light body was firm on top of him. The smooth flesh combined with 
the smell of her musky twat to fix this moment in Rick's mind, always 
with a sense of sensual pleasure unique and dear. She was so anxious to 
get him off, to please him, and it made his approaching release seem to 
expand in his mind, as the feeling of floating just over a sea of 
orgasm made his mind buzz. Her young, fresh smell, his long time 
affection, her enthusiastic sucking, and the sense of goodbye for a 
while combined to make his heart soar.

It happened fast to her. His tongue hit her clitty, and then he gave it 
a little suck, and she climaxed explosively. Her thighs gripped the 
side of his head as she mashed her twat down to his face, thrills 
radiating out to make her weak with pleasure. The jolting shocks of 
release made her mouth tighten on his cock, and it took on a life of 
its own, moving faster inside her, down her throat. She was grunting 
rhythmically as her climax crested violently, so much better than with 
her hand. It seemed as though fireflies were swimming in her closed 
eyes.

She felt his thing getting even harder, and then something choked her. 
She coughed and swallowed, pulling her head up. Opening her eyes, she 
saw a stream of white spit out onto her face. She giggled and closed 
her lips around the head, licking at the little slit where it came 
from. She tasted the musky flavor. I'm eating his stuff, she thought. 
Oh boy, he'll remember this for sure. She kept sucking, and another 
spurt came out, but this time she caught it on her tongue, and rolled 
it around before she swallowed it.

She heard him going "Ugh, ugh" as she kept sucking, and a couple more 
drops leaked out. She was still feeling her cum, and licked and kissed 
at his lovely tube. She felt elated to have given him so much pleasure. 
It must have felt good to him, she reasoned, 'cause he shot lots more 
than Billy had. Finally, it started getting soft, and she released it 
to wiggle around and cuddle to his side. "Did you like that, Ricky. Boy 
I did."

She had rubbed the stuff on her face in, enjoying the way it got sticky 
after a while. The fact that it was his essence made its taste 
delicious to her young tongue. She held his gaze as she licked her 
fingers, making it obvious she was swallowing his jism. He won't forget 
me now, she thought.

Didi had stopped as she lovingly remembered that night, surf washing 
gently over her feet. He had had a faraway look on his face for a 
while, but her excitement about their intimacy had finally gotten him 
smiling at her again, and they cuddled together for an hour, as she 
made him promise again and again to write to her. She had thought about 
that night a lot over the last two years, wondering what was in his 
mind. She realized now that he must have felt guilty about taking 
advantage of her. But he knew she always tried to get her own way, and 
she had been determined to get sexy with him that night. 

His letters to her never mentioned anything about their encounter, but 
always seemed a little more intimate than the ones he had sent from 
College. He talked about his feelings about what he was doing, and the 
fun of training for the Rangers. About a year ago he had suddenly 
stopped being very specific about what was happening, and then the 
letters stopped completely. Dad Bob assured her he was still alive, and 
she fantasized about his adventures, so dark and mysterious that safety 
dictated no communication. Still, she wished she would hear from him.

It was starting to get hot in the middle of the day, and she turned 
around and started quickly back toward the house. Her pussy was 
creaming lightly as it always did when she thought about Ricky. 
Vaguely, she thought about using the vibrator. As she got to her beach 
chair, she heard a helicopter landing on the other side of the house. 
Usually she knew when it was coming, so she was surprised. It was 
always a big event, bringing new films, books, magazines, and she kept 
hoping for a letter. She slipped the light terry robe around her and 
walked up toward the house, carrying her sandals.

When she got to the living room, her mom and Dad Bob were standing 
there with Ricky. As she squealed and ran to him, his gaunt look 
registered in the back of her mind, but she was mostly so excited she 
didn't even think. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him, then 
hugged hard to his body. "Oh Ricky, you finally came back." She felt 
his arms pushing her gently away, but kept smiling up at him. "Geez, 
you look tired." 

Her robe had opened slightly, and her tits were nearly revealed. He 
found his eyes drawn to them, so much fuller and bigger than in his 
memory. "Dee, you look great. What a tan." As Liz and Bob watched, the 
affection their children felt was obvious. Bob was instantly worried, 
but Liz felt a surge of gratitude that Deidre would finally have 
someone closer to her age.

"The Feds got Richard assigned to help guard us, Didi," said her 
stepfather. "It makes sense because of his, uh, special training. But 
he's tired from a long trip, so let him get some rest. You can catch up 
later." His son was still gripping Deidre's shoulders, and they were 
gazing happily at each other. Later, Bob challenged Liz about putting 
him in the room right next to Didi.

"Christ, it's like inviting them to get intimate."

"Look, Bob. My daughter's full of life, and at the least needs someone 
her age. That's the biggest room available, and it isn't their fault 
we're here. We have to let matters take their own course. Besides, if 
they got together, it wouldn't be the end of the world. They aren't 
genetically related."

"I can't believe you feel that, Liz. They've always been like brother 
and sister."

"Well, they aren't. And I want my daughter to have some kind of normal 
life, as much as can be in this situation. If we try to fight it too 
hard, that'll just make them more determined. Keep calm, Bob. 
Appearances are the last thing you should be worrying about. We're 
alone here. We'll make our own rules, according to what's best for our 
kids."

He stomped out to his study, angry that she didn't seem to care about 
proprieties. After ten minutes, he was angry that she was right. After 
another ten minutes, the mental picture of Didi and Richard making love 
had him excited. They were gorgeous kids, both well built and sexy. 
Little Didi was so sexy he often found himself hardening when he 
watched her.

He walked back to the bedroom. The shower was running, and he stripped 
off his khaki's and polo shirt and opened the shower stall door. "Hey 
babe. Sorry to be such a pill." Liz smiled at him, pleased to see his 
cock already at half mast. Her tanned, svelte body with oversized 
breasts was coated sexily with soap and water, her shoulder length hair 
wet. Standing in profile to him, her cunt hair jutted out from her 
pouty full pubic bone. He had always loved staring at her voluptuous 
naked flesh, now even more gorgeous after a year of ample exercise. She 
reached down and soaped his pubic bush, jacking his stiffening tool. 
"Oooh, I'm glad you came back, babe." she whispered, as his hand dipped 
into her soapy cunt.

She ran the soap up his body, then pressed to him. The soap film made 
their contact sexy feeling, and she felt her pussy start to cream. Her 
big titties were squashed against his chest as they kissed deeply, and 
she started moaning. She kept rubbing her lithe body against him, 
vaguely aware he had gotten a bit out of shape, but pleased he was 
making his move. It seemed to her she was constantly horny in this warm 
paradise.

She felt his hands caressing her ass, fingers wandering into her butt 
crack, and down to the tender flesh below. Humping her pussy against 
his leg, she rubbed his slippery body. His cock was stiffening against 
her tummy, as water flowed over them both.

He always needed encouragement. "That big cock's getting hard now, 
babe. You wanna put it in me, huh? Stick it in that wet hole down 
there. Uhhhh, well I'm ready. My pussy's dripping for your big cock." 
He loved her nasty talking, and he was hard as a rock, his prick 
feeling hot wedged between them. She was humping to him, hoping he 
might take her in the shower, but he rinsed them both off, and opened 
the door again, turning off the water.

He toweled her off, rubbing fondly at her boobs, admiring the nipples 
stiff and red. He ran the towel over her back, lingering on her taut 
butt. Her groin took several minutes of rubbing to satisfy his urge to 
simulate her, and he was rewarded with sinuous grinding of her hips. 
Quickly, he dried himself, staring at her swelling pussylips, and 
heaving breasts, so firm and full, extraordinary for a woman of thirty 
five. As he finished, she ran to the bed giggling, and threw herself on 
it, twisting to a spread eagled position, exposing her naked bottom 
with a small rectangle of light brown hair just above her slit. 

Her gorgeous body, wonderfully tanned except for a small pale patch the 
tiny thong covered, was sexier than it had ever been. She could have 
been a twenty year old Playboy model. He buried his head between her 
legs, licking and sucking between her fat cuntlips, trying to get her 
excited. She gave herself to it, knowing he wouldn't keep it up long.

She remembered fondly how well he had eaten her pussy when they were 
first married. Sometimes he had gotten her off a couple of times that 
way before he even fucked her. He had been a rampaging stud then, and 
their sex life had been terrific. These days, his powerful tongue would 
quit as soon as she started to get wet. But she was afraid to try to 
tell him what to do, because he seemed so deflated anyway.

Once he began to smell her cream, he threw himself on top of her 
writhing body, and inserted himself quickly inside her, sinking deep, 
and holding himself there as he sighed. His lips on hers were frantic. 
The trouble with doing it just once a week, she thought, was that he 
was so horny he couldn't last long. His heart was in the right place, 
but his body demanded release too powerfully for him to resist. As he 
began humping, she concentrated on the friction on her clit, and surged 
to meet his strokes. 

Liz was deeply aware of the anguish he felt at the isolation he had 
imposed on them, and she knew their lovemaking took his mind off his 
troubles. She was full of happiness at pleasing him, and he had 
commented frequently on how nice her body was looking in this tropical 
paradise. When they had first come here, she had thought he might 
return to the frequent, fierce passion of their early relationship, but 
he had just kept up the sedate pace of the last few years. As she felt 
his thrusts speeding up, and her own initial cum approaching, she 
wondered what might trigger more sexual enthusiasm.

His thrusting member was stimulating her wonderfully, the familiar 
thrills jingling her groin with delight. Each thrust was sliding over 
her clitoris, and sending out a jolt into the creaming cunt humping up 
to him, and then out to her heated flesh. When he was younger, he would 
keep it up for hours, and the feelings reminded her of the satisfaction 
they had shared in those days. Her well toned body cried out for the 
release she knew was approaching.

"Fuck me, big boy, get me, get me, oh what a cock. Ooooh, yeah." She 
knew he was close. She pulled her legs up, giving his member free rein 
into her slavering slit, and reducing the friction somewhat. Her hands 
grabbed his butt, slowing his frantic thrusts. She met each stroke with 
easy movement of her hips, and the nice steady stimulation was 
wonderful. Oh Bob, keep it up, she thought.

But his pistoning prick was soaring out of control, starting to spasm 
with completion. It filled her nicely, and she let her own response go, 
rising to sink him fully each time his humping hips thrust fully to her 
pussy's depths. 

As she groaned with her near cum euphoria as it took over her groin, 
she felt him gushing into her. "Aaaah, Bob, oh it's nice, so nice. 
Cummmmming." And she did, soaring with the sharp pleasure of release 
that radiated from her slit into her lower body. He was arched over her 
with his eyes closed, spasming into her with each shot of spunk. She 
wriggled her box with each thrust, milking him with her cuntal muscles. 

He finally relaxed on top of her, as his tool softened. "Was it good 
for you, babe?" She suppressed a smile at the old fashioned question, 
and answered "Super, super darling." He needed all the ego boost she 
could give him. Nonetheless, she remembered fondly the old days when he 
got her off three or four times a night.

Didi was helping Ricky put things away in his room. She could see his 
tiredness now, and how much weight he had lost. "God, Ricky, what 
happened to you?"

"I was doing a sort of bodyguarding in Indonesia, Dee. I got stuck in 
the jungle for about three months. This is kind of R & R for me until I 
get my strength back, and Dad's okay. I have two more years I have to 
give them." His clothes were all weatherbeaten, faded from repeated 
laundering. But they had some of his old civilian stuff that had been 
brought down when they first came. Getting him unpacked didn't take 
long.

He stripped to his shorts, tan boxers, and lay down in his bed. "Shit 
this feels good. Clean sheets, nice and cool. I'm gonna sleep for a 
week." Didi lay down beside him, not trying to get under the covers 
with him. His gaunt exhaustion scared her. She kissed him softly, her 
tongue licking gently between his lips as his eyes closed. "Sleep well, 
my sweet brother" she whispered. "Get your strength back. Your gonna 
need it for your horny little sister." His eyes opened a crack, and he 
smiled. "I'll dream about you, Dee. I have been for two years." She 
stayed beside him until he fell asleep.


Chapter Two

He slept for eighteen hours. As he awoke and dashed for the bathroom, 
he could vaguely remember a dream with Dee in it, and that it was sexy. 
He sat down on the side of the bed and tried to think. The last thirty 
six hours were like a blur. He had finally raised CHQ on his radio, 
after all that time alone, and had been pulled out an hour later. They 
had told him to pack as soon as he got off the helicopter, and he was 
on his way to Caracas two hours later. His orders explained his 
mission: to protect his father. In the background paper, his dad's 
dangerous position, as his testimony did more and more damage to not 
only his former associates but two Mafia families, was carefully 
detailed. They thought an attack was imminent. The idea was that as his 
son, he wouldn't be noticed. Any attackers would assume there was no 
competent opposition.

The peninsula was ringed with sonobuoys, so an attack had to come 
through the narrow neck of land where the mainland started. They had 
tried sensors, but animals and wind set them off too easily. He was 
given a map of several crude trip wire locations, but they were worried 
that these too were being set off by animals. He had been breaking into 
camps protected like this for the past year, so he was considered 
expert in such defenses. 

But even as just a guard, he was a very dangerous man, and felt 
confident that brute force thugs would be easy to handle. They had 
stored weapons and security gear in the jungle for him, and he had a 
beeper for warning if they picked up an approach. As his mind cleared 
from his long sleep, he tried to focus on the tactical problem, but his 
mind kept jumping to Didi. He had just seen her tits and long legs, but 
it was enough to know how much she had changed. She was almost as tall 
as Elizabeth. Her black hair was short now, and it made her face 
sensual. He didn't think he could resist her, and it seemed she would 
be after him.

He showered and walked down to the kitchen. He had some fruit, and 
coffee, but there was no one around. He found some leftovers, and ate a 
lot. When he poked his head in his dad's study, Bob was concentrating 
on his computer. He mumbled "Morning, Dad." and backed out. He walked 
out the living room doors toward the beach. As he did, Elizabeth and 
Dee were wading out of the surf.

They could have been twins except his stepmother was blonde. They were 
both bare except for little thongs. Elizabeth's was black, and Dee's 
was yellow. Both had narrow shoulders, long waists with slim hips, and 
perfect legs. The blonde's tits were a little bigger, and jiggled more, 
but Dee's were firm and high. Their pussies were outlined by the wet 
bottoms, and both had puffy twats. His cock lurched at the sight of 
these two sexy visions. He could see how well toned their bodies were.

They were holding hands and laughing with the exertion of their swim, 
both pulling the thongs up tighter, momentarily spreading the fat lips 
of their big cunts. They were completely uninhibited with their 
nakedness. How could Dad stay up there with two such sexy vixens down 
here? They cleared the surf, and began running toward him, loose tits 
jiggling, long legs separated athletically, cuntal mounds twisting 
seductively. 

They both smiled and waved when they saw him. His stepmother slipped a 
shirt on, but Dee just stood there grinning, her hands on her thighs. 
"You must have been tired, Ricky." she said. "Yeah, I was. Feel better 
now. You guys look great." He noticed Elizabeth smile, and Dee arched 
her chest out. Her mother looked at both knowingly, still smiling, and 
breathed "I'm going in, kids. See you later."

"Dee, wow, you're beautiful now. It's hard to believe." She giggled. 
"Mom and I have lots of time to work out, and swim, and walk the beach. 
It's been boring and lonely, but the weather's always nice and warm. 
We're used to going around bare-ass." She took two steps and pressed 
against him. He could feel her boobs through his tee shirt, and she was 
humping her wet pussy to his bare thigh. "But you're here now. It 
changes everything." Her eyes looked up at the house, and she saw her 
mother watching them. "Mom says we have to be careful around Dad Bob. 
But she knows how horny I am, and how much I want you. Let's walk down 
the beach."

He felt his prick lurching as they joined hands and walked down to the 
wet sand short of the gentle surf, and then away from the house. As 
they got past some big boulders a hundred yards down, they were hidden, 
and the jungle started. It was as though they were all alone in the 
world. She was making an effort to rub against him as they walked, and 
after a few steps past the rocks, she whispered "I'm still a virgin, 
Ricky. But Mom and I popped my cherry. Have you recovered enough to do 
me now, right here?" Her hand cupped his crotch.

He turned to her, his cock stiffening, and let it push into her 
abdomen. She smiled at his unspoken answer. His head came down and 
their mouths pressed together feverishly, lips opening and tongues 
exploring deeply. He was breathing hard. It had been four months since 
he had even been near a woman. Her damp skin moving gently against him 
hardened his throbbing tool, and she wiggled her hips to push it into 
her tummy. His ears were ringing.

"I know a neat place in there" she whispered. She ran up to a path he 
hadn't noticed and disappeared into the green tangle, as he followed at 
a trot. No more than ten yards in, there was a dark glade beside a 
stream. It was cooler, and lush with the smell of vegetation. The sound 
of the surf was gone. 

She was standing beside the brook, one hand on her thigh, the other 
under her thong. Her eyes were closed as he saw movement. His little 
"sister" was a sexy girl now, fantastically well developed, and horny. 
The affection he had always felt for her mixed with lust, and he pulled 
off his tee shirt and pushed down his pants. She was still rubbing 
herself, and her hips were jerking. He walked around behind her and his 
cock pushed into her ass crack. He cupped both titties, amazed at their 
firm fullness. She arched her head back and they kissed again, both 
gasping with passion.

She had the thong down around her thighs now, and one of his hands 
drifted down to her pussy. The little bush of soft black hair just 
above her slit was still damp, and the tip of his middle finger gently 
worked between the puffy lips. She sucked in a breath as he touched her 
little clitty, wet and hard from her own hand. Her hips humped out to 
his caress. Their bodies began moving against each other rhythmically, 
and she reached back to spread her butt cheeks, allowing his stiff 
member to be pillowed by her ass flesh. They groaned as their bodies 
moved sensually with each other. 

"I come here a lot, and I've dreamed of you fucking me here, Ricky. Oh, 
now its going to happen. Oh, Oh, that feels good. Ooooooh." He felt 
cream oozing as he pushed a finger up inside her. "Oooh yeah." He put 
another finger in, and she started going wild. "Ahh, ahhh, aagh, oh 
god." He realized she was coming already. Her cunt was opening as her 
hips vibrated. He stuck a third finger in as she writhed in pleasure. 
She was biting her lip as he felt her shaking with orgasm, and suddenly 
her legs gave way. He held her pressed to him as they both collapsed to 
the leafy ground. She lay with her back on top of him for a couple of 
minutes as her climax eased.

Breathing hard, she twisted around so she was pressed to him, his cock 
between her thighs and tits pillowing on his chest. She reached down 
and started rubbing the head of his tool in her sopping wet slit. She 
was staring at him as he felt her hips start to move again. "I'm so 
horny, so horny. Stick it in me, Ricky. I wanna feel you inside me." 

He rolled them over so she was on her back, as he knelt between her 
legs. Her eyes were lidded erotically, and she was pushing her titties 
up to him with her hands. Her trim hips undulated gently as he stared 
at her beauty. He put his cock just at her clitty and rubbed, making 
her squirm. "Don't tease, Ricky. Fuck me, fuck me hard with that big 
cock." He let himself sink slowly into her wet tunnel, and she humped 
hard to his hips, driving it to her depths. "Uuugh, oh god that's good, 
so neat, aaah fuck me." she moaned as he began pistoning. The 
sensations in his prick were jolting his whole groin, and he could feel 
himself vibrating. 

Didi's legs wrapped around his, and she started using them to help him 
surge into her. She grunted with each penetration, arching her back so 
his buried tool rubbed her tingling clit. He was flat on her, their 
lips locked frantically together. Both were gasping hard. His smoothly 
stroking member slid in her sopping wet fuckhole, and though he knew it 
was her first time, she was welcoming every inch of his large cock. Her 
moaning as they kissed was sensual music, and the ringing in his ears 
got more and more intense. 

"Mmmm, Ricky it really is way better than anything. Ohh, yeah that 
feels so good. You're big, aren't you. But oh it's nice, I'm so full 
Uuuugh fuck me, fuck me." He felt her heels pull him harder each time 
he was fully embedded inside her lush bottom, and her whole body was 
writhing under him. His thrusts lengthened, as he pulled further out 
with each new moment, and she groaned harder and harder in his ear. Her 
tongue was dancing in his mouth when they kissed, trying to imitate his 
rhythm. Her inexperience was overwhelmed by the joy she was getting 
from this ultimate act of love. 

He could feel himself getting nearer and nearer, and couldn't stop. 
"Hurry, Dee, hurry." She licked his ear, whispering "Go ahead, Ricky. 
Shoot your stuff inside me, fill me up, I'll be there, make it good for 
you." Then she began humping even harder to his straining body, 
twisting her groin and tits against him sexily, squealing with 
excitement. 

Part of his mind was amazed at the uninhibited enjoyment this young 
girl was getting, so free for someone without experience. But he was 
mostly feeling himself swell with lust, mixed with affection. His hips 
started thrusting faster as he lost control completely. He was grunting 
hard, and she was encouraging him with whispers each time their lips 
separated. "Fill me with that prick, lover, stuff me. Shoot your stuff 
into my hot pussy. Oh it's so good. I'm there, baby I'm with you, 
always, always, fuck meeeeeee."

His climax exploded, sharp and intense from his long celibacy. It felt 
as though a firehose was running through his cock, and the friction 
inside her went away. He fired again and again, as she held herself 
against him. After about three times, he began moving again, jerkily, 
each stroke generating another explosion of release. Didi's eyes were 
closed, and she was smiling happily, mumbling "Yes, yes, oooooooh." He 
could feel her cunt expanding, and realized she was going over with 
him. She kept surging to him.

He came down fast, the intensity of his cum impossible to sustain. As 
he did, he watched her face as it smiled sensually with her completion. 
She kept excited longer than he did, and when she opened her eyes, 
grinned happily up at him. "I was afraid I was expecting too much, 
Ricky. But it was even better than I dreamed. Mom always told me how 
nice it was. Way better than beating off." He kissed her lightly, then 
whispered "Is being world class sexy a genetic thing? I think it must 
be. Dad's a lucky man." Didi giggled "So are you, lover."

Liz had watched from the living room as her daughter and stepson walked 
down the beach, Diedre rubbing against him. She had never doubted what 
would happen, knowing how ready the sixteen year old was, and how much 
she loved her stepbrother. What surprised her was the little jolt of 
cream in her own pussy as she imagined the two young people enjoying 
their bodies. My god, she was jealous, of her own little girl. 

She went to her bedroom, combed out her hair, and stripped off the 
thong. Then she walked down to her husband's study, completely nude, 
wearing high heeled sandals, and pushed the door open. She leaned 
against the door and posed sexily. By squeezing her thighs, her labia 
were puffed out between her legs, the slit between them a little damp. 
Her big, lush boobs were full and round, firm from all the exercise she 
got here. "Hey big boy, see anything you like." she murmured. He looked 
up and grinned. "Looking good, babe. But listen, put some clothes on. 
Dick might see you." Shit, she thought. As she walked back upstairs, 
she was a little pissed off, but also could feel herself getting horny. 
Wouldn't mind if he did, she fantasized.

Ricky and Didi were cuddled together beside the stream. "I worried 
about you, Ricky. When your letters stopped, I thought something might 
have happened, though Dad Bob said not."

"It was a real sneaky, secret deal, Dee. It was fun at first, but after 
a while it was boring and scary at the same time."

"Well, I wish you had been here. I had to wait too long for you to fuck 
me." She nuzzled closer. "But we can make up for lost time now, huh. 
I"ve watched those porno tapes of theirs. I wanna do all that stuff."

"Hey, babe, I gotta spend some time working on the defense perimeter. 
Besides, lets wait till tonight. I was too quick just now. I want you 
to have a real good fuck the next time." She humped at his leg with her 
wet pussy. "If it's better than that, I can hardly wait."

At dinner that night, Ricky described the changes he was considering 
making in the defenses at the neck of the property. "It'll give an 
advance warning, even though they'll know we're ready. They probably 
don't know I'm here, and that's our edge."

"Why now, Dick? Nothing has happened so far." his father wondered. 
"Dad, you're a hero in the anti-racketeering group. The Mob's getting 
hurt. That's why we expect trouble."

Didi had seen him carrying several weapons to his room late that 
afternoon. She had been showering after a workout, feeling great, and 
the sight of the guns had scared her. Listening to Ricky now, she felt 
better because of his confidence. Her mother seemed awfully quiet, and 
Didi was trying to suppress her happiness, but Liz could see the gleam 
in her eyes when she looked at Dick. Good thing Bob doesn't notice it, 
she thought. Can't think of anything but his goddamn trials. As she and 
Didi cleaned up, she watched her husband hopefully, but he went to his 
study. Dick came in to help with the dishes. 

"Nice meal, Elizabeth. You'll fatten me up quick." Liz smiled and 
kidded "Not too much, I hope. You'll have to work out with Deidre and 
I."

"Geez, I'd like to do that anyway. The gym is really well equipped. Men 
don't usually have two such glamorous exercise partners." So he noticed 
me, Liz thought. "Mom's in great shape, Ricky. That's one good thing 
about this place." Didi impulsively hugged her mother, enjoying the 
warmth of her body through the thin shift. "I'm going up to bed, Mom." 
she breathed, looking sideways at Dick. 

They watched the young beauty prance upstairs, and Dick looked at Liz. 
"Me too, I guess. Night Liz." He kissed her on the cheek, but his arm 
brushed her breast. She felt the jolt, and gazed at him. The look of 
consternation on his face was mixed with a little lust, Liz thought. 
She let a little smile show in her face. "Night, Dick." She watched his 
lean body climb the stairs, feeling heat rise in her groin.

Didi was already in his room when he got there. The only light was a 
bedside lamp, and she was wearing a white pegnoir that was transparent. 
Her dark nipples were outlined clearly, and he could see the dark patch 
of pubic hair. A pair of white spike heels made her long legs even more 
alluring. She had put some more makeup on, emphasizing her eyes, and a 
darker lipstick that made her look like a model. She was arching out to 
him, hands behind her head. She was Circe, Delilah, and Aphrodite all 
wrapped up in one. He stood and stared at her, wondering where the 
little kid had gone. 

"Jesus, Dee, you really are gorgeous." Her chest was heaving, making 
her boobs jiggle deliciously. He could feel his cock hardening fast. 
She slowly pulled the string at her neck, and the white material opened 
in front. Her pussy was uncovered, and he could see the lips glistening 
between her thighs. She shrugged her shoulders, and the pegnoir fell at 
her feet. She had one knee turned in, and her titties were slightly in 
profile. Their perfect full shape pushed out from her chest, capped by 
the taut, dark red tips. He sucked in a breath at the vision she made.

"Take your clothes off, Ricky, while I pose for you." As he reached 
behind him to lock the door, she slithered on to the bed on her 
stomach, then wriggled to her back, legs together, one leg bent. Her 
hands ran up and down her body, massaging her flesh. As he got his 
shirt off, her hand sinuously slid down to her thighs, and she tilted 
her head slightly, gazing erotically at him, and pulled her legs slowly 
apart. As she did, her hairless slit began opening to his gaze. Pink 
flesh peeked wetly out at him, and he groaned, pulling down his pants. 
One of her fingers tweaked at her clitty, and it seemed to poke out 
atop the oval labia. His tool was jumping as he stepped out of his 
shorts. Her legs spread further, and she used her hands to open her 
cuntal passage to his gaze, watching him react to her display. Hazily, 
he guessed she was imitating the porno tapes, but her natural erotic 
talent was incredibly sexy.

He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, and moved his head 
toward her beckoning cunthole. He stuck his tongue as far in as he 
could, and her hips jumped with the contact. "Oooh, Ricky. Yes, yes." 
Her hands left her thighs and went behind his head, pulling his face 
into her open pussy. He opened his mouth wide, and sucked on the creamy 
flesh, licking up to the little love button that had already stiffened. 
Her hips bucked again. He started rhythmically licking from the tunnel 
to her clit, in time with her surging excitement. He could taste her 
cream, semi sweet and thick. His eyes looked up at her face, staring 
open mouthed down at him over her large, slightly pillowed tits. 

He kept eating langorously, trying to excite her without letting her 
get frenzied. She was babbling "Oh neat, lover, so good, so wonderful. 
Do me Ricky, oh do me good." She could feel a flush in her groin, as 
wave after wave of thrills emanated up from his mouth. Suddenly, his 
finger went inside her, and he was kneeling beside her head. She stared 
at his prick jumping there a few inches from her face. The pear shaped 
head was pink, with a little moisture at the tiny hole. She could see 
veins in the eight inch shaft. Saliva suddenly filled her mouth, and 
she swallowed as she leaned to it.

Her lips first took in just the head, and she sucked as she licked. She 
heard him sigh. She savored the taste of him, slightly bitter but 
pleasant. She could smell his familiar odor, masculine and strong. Her 
heart surged as she slid her mouth slowly down the shaft. In her prone 
position, with his hand still diddling her twat, she couldn't get him 
in all the way, but as she looked up, his eyes were closed, a smile of 
pleasure on his face. She pulled her mouth back up to the head, and 
lovingly sucked and licked it again, then once more sank down to 
envelop four or five inches.

"Oh Dee, that 's nice, ummm keep sucking. Your pussy tastes so good, I 
dreamed about it for the last two years. Ummm, yeah, yeah." She smiled 
at the rapture she thought he was feeling. She increased the tempo of 
her fellatio, feeling his member stiffening even further. She writhed 
to his finger as her mouth lovingly surrounded his engorged flesh. As 
the oozing started getting heavier, he pulled away and lay down on his 
back. "Get on top, little sister. You can get off two or three times 
that way." 

Didi had seen the girls in porno films fucking that way, and she was 
anxious to try it too. She scrambled over his hips, supporting herself 
on her knees, holding his tool just below the head. She slid it along 
her slit, pushing at her clitty, and down past her hole. His hands were 
twisting her nipples, sending little pangs of sensation down into her 
stomach. She kept rubbing herself with his juicy prick, preening to his 
hands and greedy eyes. "Oh this is nice, Ricky. I love your cock."

He let go her breasts and put his hands on her hips, and their eyes 
locked as she settled the head just at the opening of her foaming 
tunnel. She sank down just a bit, and felt her cuntlips spread around 
his hot meat. She was smiling with the slight penetration. She let 
herself sink slowly, groaning with the pleasure of being filled up so 
fully. He was staring at her boobs, and down where his tube slowly 
entered her bottom. She knew it must be a sexy picture. A couple of 
inches were inside her now, and still she continued her slow downward 
pressure, trying to stretch out her thrilling feeling of fullness. 

More and more of his thick member entered her, sensation building up in 
her groin as their joining approached completion. He was crooning to 
her "Easy baby, easy. Yeah, like that. Mmmmm your pussy's so sweet." 
She was gaping with the pressure filling her, and when he was finally 
to her depths, her clit moving gently against his pubic bone, she gave 
a long sigh. He humped slightly, increasing the zinging of her little 
love button. She rotated on his cock, letting her clitty thrill to the 
pressure. "I'll never get enough of this, Ricky. Promise you won't ever 
stop."

Her black hair haloing around her face was tousled sexily, her closed 
eyes and gaping mouth registering her excitement. Her tits, arching out 
poutily, and the muscles of her abdomen flexing, were the most erotic 
vision he thought he had ever seen. As her hips began to grind against 
him, cream seemed to lubricate her cunt constantly. Suddenly her eyes 
opened wide. "Oh my god, here it comes, aaaagh, it's so good."

Her hips started surging frantically, and she was grunting as she 
fucked hard, using her muscular thighs to raise and lower her cunthole. 
She was gaping at him, and he held her eyes as she increased the speed 
of her thrusts. He heard her suck in a breath, as she raised up 
completely, then crushed down on his mass of wiry pubic hair. Her body 
arched and she froze. "Cummmmmm, oh Ricky, cumming." Her pussy was 
spasming with her release, and she was squeezing the base of his prick 
involuntarily. He kept himself still, restraining his own temptation to 
cum with her. Her mouth was open, as she stared into space, her release 
seeming to make her leave her body. She made little jerks at his hips 
as she soared powerfully, gasping with pleasure. "What a cum, what a 
cum, oh yes." she babbled into the room.

Minutes passed as her orgasm eased, and her breath returned to a less 
frantic rate. He waited patiently until she was able to again focus on 
him. "You're still hard, lover. Oh boy, oh boy." She giggled as she 
leaned over to press her boobs to his chest, whispering "Is it nice to 
watch me cum, Ricky? Do I look funny?" As they kissed he began to 
slowly move his hips, gently beginning to stimulate them both again. 
Her lips drifted to his ear, licking with her pert tongue, while he 
sighed "You're every man's wet dream, Dee. You make me feel fantastic."

She stayed pressed to him as her hips joined his rhythmic surging. 
Slowly the tempo of their fucking increased, as their grunts echoed 
softly in the dark air. A haze of passion overwhelmed them both, and 
their movements became more and more urgent, less controlled. Thrills 
were radiating in their twisting bodies as he lost control of himself. 
"You're just too sexy, Dee. What a turn on, oh what a pussy." Didi 
raised her face and saw the need in his eyes. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck 
me." she repeated breathily, again and again, as they began soaring 
into a wildly delightful euphoria, both floating in a sea of erotic 
sensation.

This must be what he had meant this afternoon about a real fuck, she 
thought vaguely. Going on and on. Keeping so high for so long. She 
twisted with the rising heat radiating out of her slit, sopping wet 
with her cream. They were sucking and tonguing each other's mouths, 
moaning together, starting to thrust with abandon. Thrills were 
jingling through their bodies as they seemed locked in a writhing, 
orgasmic dance. 

She could tell by his humping cock, swelling inside her, that he was 
approaching release, and gave her own keening freely to his pistoning. 
She supported herself on her arms as they stared at each other in near 
cum excitement. Her abdomen was flexing smoothly as she dragged her 
clitty against his tool. She saw his mouth open, and felt his thrusts 
become spasmodic and jerky. She gasped with their shared pleasure as 
she felt him shooting spunk into her, its heat causing her own climax 
to explode in an avalanche of wondrous release.

After his first spurt, he would pull slowly out, then hump crazily back 
into her, releasing another jet. Each made her gasp with renewed 
enjoyment. "Ricky, oh lover you fuck me so nice, so nice. Don't stop, 
don't stop." Even after there was no more jism, he kept arching into 
her, sweetening her climax. Wave after wave of fulfillment ripped 
through her, as she clutched him with all her strength. She wasn't as 
frantic as this afternoon, and the fulfillment rolled on and on. After 
a while, she collapsed her full weight on top of him, keeping his 
shrinking tube inside her. Their frantic breathing slowly eased to 
satisfied moans. She cooed happily into his ear "Oh it was better, 
Ricky. I didn't think it could be." 

When Liz looked in on them later, coming through Dick's bathroom 
because the other door was locked, their entangled bodies were a 
beautiful picture of young sensuality. Their contented faces made her 
heart fill with happiness for her daughter, but a pang of jealousy for 
what her own horny body was missing lurched through her.


Chapter Three

The helicopter wakened Didi the next morning. The bed beside her was 
empty. She supposed he had gone into the jungle again, working on the 
defenses. She showered languidly, her body content with her memory of 
the orgasms of yesterday. She slipped on a black thong for a change, 
admiring her body in the mirror. I'm a real woman now, she thought. 
Donning her terry robe, she started downstairs for breakfast.

As she approached the stairs, the helicopter took off again. When she 
got to the kitchen, Liz was sitting at the coffee table, holding her 
head, and crying softly. "Mom, Mom, what's the matter?" Her mother 
looked at her strangely, her face wet with tears, and ran past her 
toward the master bedroom. Didi followed in confusion.

When she got to the bedroom door, Liz had her head buried in the pillow 
of the unmade bed, sobbing quietly. Didi lay down and hugged to her. 
"Mommy, Mommy, don't cry. I'm here, I love you." Liz turned to her, and 
they pulled together. Still sobbing, the blonde woman whispered "They 
took him away again, Didi. It's going to be a whole week. Shit." Didi 
kissed her mother on the lips, trying to comfort her. Liz returned the 
kiss fiercely, her grief welcoming her daughter's affection. They held 
the kiss, and it became strangely exciting to both.

Liz pulled her head back and smiled at Didi through the tears. "Was it 
as good as I said, honey? He looks like he would be a good lover."

"Oh Mom, he is. It's so nice." She giggled. "He made me cum four times 
yesterday." They continued to cuddle. Liz was running her fingers 
through Didi's dark hair, torn by Bob's departure, feeling frustration, 
but welcoming the intimacy with her daughter. The shoe was on the other 
foot now. Deidre was sexually fulfilled, and she was frustrated. She 
felt anger at her husband.

Didi felt a new warmth as the two women pressed harder together. Their 
robes were gaping, and their skin was touching warmly. She felt 
excitement and confusion. "Oh Mom, I love you." Liz looked deep into 
her eyes. A little smile spread over her face, and she brushed the 
tears away with one hand. Then the moist fingers drifted down to their 
firm breasts pillowed together. Liz fondled the soft flesh, poking at 
the nipples. Didi smiled at the touch, holding their gaze. Their faces 
moved together in another kiss, and this time their mouths opened, and 
tongues began dueling gently. 

Their kiss grew deeper, and they realized that both were feeling heated 
passion. Their past closeness made it seem natural and right. Didi 
pushed her mother's robe open to reveal voluptuous nude glory. The 
light brown pussy, heaving breasts, and slim taut body she knew so well 
had an exciting effect on Didi as she remembered their evenings 
together. Liz opened the terry robe, sighing at the sight of Didi's 
firm tits. My wonderful daughter, so beautiful, so sexy, she thought. 
Her hands kept running through the dark hair, then down to cushion her 
own full breasts against Didi's. "Oh Didi, I'm glad you're getting laid 
now. I just wish I was."

"Mummy, Mummy. Let me get you off for a change."

The young vixen knelt between her mother's legs, spreading them and 
gazing at the pussy slit. Her mouth sunk down to the light brown 
thicket of pubic hair, as Liz rolled to her back and lifted her knees. 
Her hands were still entangled lovingly in the wavy black hair as Didi 
began to lick at the damp tunnel from which she had emerged sixteen 
years ago. As she made contact with the clitty, Liz gasped with 
pleasure. It had been just yesterday since she had had an orgasm, but 
Didi's mouth stimulated her powerfully. As her twat was surrounded and 
she felt suctioning of her juices, she began humping to her daughter's 
love making. 

"Honey, oh honey, that's so nice. You're a wonderful daughter. Do the 
clitty, darling. lick it hard. Oh yeah, that's nice." Her passion was 
soaring, as she felt hands caressing her boobies tenderly, tweaking 
gently at the big red nipples. She covered the hands with her own, and 
pulled them harder, making the titflesh surge around their fingers. 
"Baby, baby, oh Didi." In the back of her mind, the pleasure her 
daughter was giving her was even sexier than if she had been a normal 
lover. Her hips took on a life of their own, fucking frantically into 
the face in her foaming crotch.

Didi was amazed at her enjoyment of this woman to woman passion. It 
seemed a natural extension of their intimacy of the last year, and her 
chance to make her mother happy. Plus, the smell and taste of the cream 
oozing into her mouth was exciting her. She increased the vigor of her 
sucking and licking, her eyes watching her mother's face gasp with 
pleasure. Liz's body was writhing in sensual heat, as she abandoned 
herself to her need for release. "Go ahead, baby. Suck my twat dry, 
make me cum, hurry, hurry."

Didi savored the smell that was familiar, and the new taste of her 
mother's pussycream. Her own cunt was creaming now, and she licked 
harder as her excitement grew. She kept looking up at the blonde head 
shaking wildly, seeing the titties wobble seductively between her 
hands. Then, suddenly, Liz's hands squeezed hers, and she shuddered in 
a convulsive climax, twisting her fragrant groin up to the hungry mouth 
making her explode. Didi kept sucking, trying to keep the blonde 
keening as she poured out juices. It had always been exciting to see 
her mother cum, and this time was even better as she helped the older 
woman orgasm frantically. Even as the writhing subsided, she kept it 
up, enjoying the groaning woman's moist bottom.

Liz pulled the black haired girl's face up to hers, and as they kissed, 
pressed them together once again. "Didi, we shouldn't do this. But it 
felt so good. It got me out of my funk."

"Oh mommy, I love seeing you cum, and you needed to, huh?"

"Yes honey, but what about you."

"Well, I got a little horny when you were getting off." Liz raised 
herself to gaze at Didi, lying beside her, eyes bright. She slid a hand 
down under the black thong, and watched the little jump of the slim 
hips as she touched the clitty. "It's a sexy place, our island, 
darling. We can make our own rules."

Liz rose to her knees and let her robe slip from her shoulders. Didi 
pushed off her thong, and reached around to caress her mother's firm 
butt. Pulling herself up to her own knees, she pressed to the tanned 
body, wriggling out of the terry robe. They were smiling happily as 
their lips met, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. They 
wiggled their pussies against each other, as their tongues once again 
darted in and out. Liz's hand dipped down to Didi's cuntal mound, 
working a finger between the hot puffy folds. "Mmmm, Mommy." Liz worked 
another finger in, and Didi's hips began to move.

"Lie down, baby. Mommy wants to smell her baby's pussy. Mommy wants to 
lick it, suck it good."

"Let me do you at the same time, Mommy. Like those girls in the movie."

"That's a sixty nine, darling." With a low sigh, Liz straddled Didi's 
face, and leaned over to stare at the lovely slit she had once 
powdered. The smooth folds, a little pink flesh peeping between, wet 
already, seemed to beckon her. As she felt warm breath on her own 
bottom, she opened her lips wide, and they were both eating foaming 
cunts simultaneously.

They drifted together on a warm thick sea of rising desire, both 
pussies creaming, the smell filling the room. They began to roll over 
and back, enjoying the friction of their damp bodies on each other. 
Didi used her hands to spread the cuntlips at her mouth apart, tonguing 
into the pink tunnel. She could hear Liz moaning with mewling little 
grunts, "Mmmmmm, uuugh." Just then, a powerful thrill raced from her 
own clitty, and she groaned "Oh Mommy, yes, yes ooooohhh."

Liz was worming a finger deep in Didi's cunt, wiggling it as she sucked 
in the clit and tongued it. Writhing hips pulsated against her face, as 
she tasted the warm, sweet juice from her daughter's twat. Both felt it 
was only a small step from their previous closeness to this lovely 
lesbian lechery. Their heat rose faster and faster, and the urgency of 
their grunting was all that echoed in the bedroom.

Liz felt Didi climax explosively, pubic bone spasming, pussy expanding 
and contracting around her finger. She licked up to the stiff clitty, 
using the pressure to skillfully extend the orgasmic vibrations 
radiating out from the black fuzzed groin. "Mommy Mommy, cumming, 
cumming, aaaagh." Liz kept licking until the spasms slowed, then raised 
herself to put more pressure on her cunt on her daughter's hungry 
mouth. As she scraped her love button across the young face, she 
murmured "Hard baby, hard, get me, yeah, there, there, yes oh 
here....Uuuunh." Her own release blossomed delightfully again, just as 
intense as the first one. A flush shot up her tummy to her breasts, 
making her gasp. It had been years since she had gotten off twice that 
close together. She felt she had gone over a wall of inhibition, and 
her fevered mind vowed to pursue the full sensual pleasure she had been 
denied too long.

Later, as they cuddled contentedly, Liz asked "Darling, would it bother 
you if Dick fucked me too? Maybe we could do a threesome?" Didi giggled 
and kissed her mother softly. "We'll make our own rules, Mom. I love 
cumming with both of you, and I know he's noticed your body." They 
began to plot the evening.

When Richard got home, he didn't see anybody on the beach, and when he 
entered the house saw Didi and Liz in the kitchen. They both had just 
the thongs on, and this time Liz didn't bother to cover up. She stared 
at him with a little smile. He couldn't help eying her big tits, and 
slim, sexy figure. "We're making a big dinner, Dick. Wouldn't it be fun 
to dress up?"

"Sure Liz, where's Dad? Did he go on that helicopter?" Liz turned her 
head away, and Didi put a hand on her mother's shoulder. It was the 
young girl who answered "Yeah, he did Ricky. He'll be gone for a week."

As he walked upstairs, he shook his head. Alone in this tropical 
paradise with those two gorgeous females, he thought. Now this is good 
duty. He remembered the couple of times he had brushed against Liz, and 
felt a tension between them. But what about Dad, and Didi. Well, Dad 
was gone for a week, and Dee could probably adapt. As he showered, his 
stomach tingled.

He was downstairs in the kitchen, wearing his old sports jacket and 
light pants, smelling the fish stew, when he heard their voices coming 
down the stairs. He walked out, sipping a beer, to the sexiest sight he 
thought he had ever seen.

They vamped down holding hands, smiling gaily at him. The blonde and 
the brunette. They could have been sisters. Didi wore a mini dress in 
bright red that was tight to her chest, her boobs clearly outlined 
under the smooth thin fabric. She had puffed her hair out, and wore 
dark makeup that made her seem older, more erotic. Her hips swayed on 
high heels, and her pubic bone tented the front. Wow.

But Liz looked like a whole new woman. Her deep tan set off a black 
dress that came to her knees, but was slit on the right side up to the 
waist, so that every other step revealed her leg, hip, and inner thigh. 
Her makeup was a bright purple red, a little slutty. She had frizzed 
her hair to make it seem like a model's. Her tits were almost 
uncovered, and jiggled around inside the low neckline. Spike black 
heels lengthened her legs seductively. Now that's a fuck me dress, 
thought Ricky.

They both sidled slowly over to him, and kissed his cheek at the same 
time. "Good evening, Richard" Liz breathed into his ear. "Hi, Ricky. 
Doesn't Mom look neat?" He felt his prick jump, smelling the perfume 
they both wore, and feeling their closeness. "Uh, you both look 
terrific. I mean it, absolutely ravishing. Want a glass of wine?"

In his mind the dinner was one long tease. He didn't bother to hide his 
ogling of both seductive vixens, and it seemed to him they made an 
effort to display themselves. Liz would bend over as she put a plate in 
front of him, revealing her nipples briefly. He was facing the kitchen, 
and when Didi would bend over, her pantiless, puffy twat with its long 
slit would appear under the hem of the red dress. Liz would pour the 
wine by leaning on the table, her tits hanging loose, the skin of her 
leg showing, her hip tilted to almost reveal her pussy. She wore no 
panties either, and he began to smell cunt musk mixed with their 
perfume.

There was a new element to the mother daughter by-play. They were 
almost flirting with each other too. They would bump, apparently by 
accident, and pass a smile each time. As they talked about how the fish 
was prepared, their eyes seemed to lock together. "Men like it when 
women make love, Didi. It's a turn on for them, I'm not sure why" Liz 
had said that morning. As she cleared the main course dishes, Didi 
pressed her boobs against her mother's shoulder when she leaned over 
her, then both women looked over at him. They smiled at the ogling 
excitement they were causing. His cock was hard as a rock.

As Dee put a dish of ice cream in front of him, Liz rose and walked out 
to the terrace, carrying her wine. Dee leaned down and sucked on his 
ear, tonguing it sexily. Then, she whispered "Mommy needs comforting, 
Ricky. I'm gonna do the dishes. Go out to her when your dessert is 
gone." His heart leaped as he wolfed down the plate. When he rose, his 
eyes caught hers as he pushed his prick up against his stomach, and she 
leered at him.

As he walked up behind Liz, the blonde turned and leaned back against 
the railing. The position thrust her pubic area tightly against the 
black dress, and she took a deep breath, making her tits swell up 
invitingly. The contrast between her tanned skin and the long black 
slit below her waist was breathtaking. "Dick, I love your father, but 
he hasn't been meeting my needs, and we're all alone here." She took 
another breath, and arched her back slightly. Her eyes closed. "I hate 
being horny, and you're a big strong man. This is an unusual situation, 
and we have to make our own rules." She reached up and pushed one of 
the spaghetti straps on her shoulder off, and then the other. The black 
material slid off her breasts.

In the pale light from the living room, she was a gloriously sexy 
picture. Her tits were bigger than Dee's, slightly more rounded, but 
the nipples were big like her daughter's, and not as dark. They were 
already puckered and jutting out. He took two steps and pressed his 
hips into her, letting her feel his stiff cock. He cupped her right 
globe, fingers gently squeezing the tip. She sucked in a little breath. 
"Ummm. Ricky." Her left hand reached behind his head as their eyes 
locked together, and she pulled his head toward hers.

Their lips met firmly, and her mouth was open a little. He felt her 
tongue push into his mouth, and his inhibition fell away. No thought of 
his dad could penetrate the driving lust he felt. He released her tit 
and put both hands on her buttocks, pulling her against his groin, and 
their kiss grew more urgent and harder. Both mouths were wide open, 
with tongues swirling frantically. Liz ground her hips into him, 
groaning at the pressure of his firm young body.

Suddenly she pushed him away and pulled the black dress over her head. 
Her eyes held his, and the expression on her face was a sexy, 
lascivious smile. Her gorgeous body, hips pushed out by the high heeled 
shoes, glorious big breasts heaving, and legs that went on forever, 
made his ears roar with want. "Fuck my brains out, dear studson. Right 
here." She hurried to a patio chaise lounge, pushed down its back, and 
reclined with her legs apart, holding out her hands. Her rectangle of 
brown pubic hair was thick, and the pussylips pulled slightly apart as 
she lay there. The pale, untanned triangle that framed her fat slit 
seemed to vibrate with lust, and wrinkled inner flesh with a long 
clitoral hood pulsed erotically. He ripped off his clothes wildly, 
entranced by her opulent figure, pale and seductive in the soft light.

Kneeling between her legs, he began to suck her cunt, tonguing the 
clit, tasting her cream. She was already wet as hell, turned on by the 
long seductive dinner's foreplay, he supposed, "No, no Ricky. I'm 
ready, come fuck me." She pulled his head up, and as they kissed, he 
felt her grab his erect member and insert it quickly inside her. 
"Aaaaah," she sighed as he slowly penetrated to her depths, feeling her 
arch out to his invading cock. "Mmmm, even bigger than your dad's" she 
murmured as he began to fuck in and out. Her long legs circled his 
back. He felt her nails scraping across his shoulders as they began 
writhing together in a slow, firm rhythm.

Liz was giddy with the success of the planning she and Didi had done. 
The trick had been to get him to forget about his father, and the long 
foreplay had achieved that. His cock was indeed bigger than Bob's, and 
was filling her, and exciting her, beyond what she had imagined. 
Richard was a real man, thrusting smoothly, watching her face for signs 
of pleasure, showing no sign of popping too quickly. As his big tube 
stimulated her more and more, she began growling with passion. "Ricky, 
Ricky, fuck my tight pussy, feed it to me, oh get me, mmmmmmmm."

Her mind abandoned reason to concentrate on the thrills coursing 
through her body. After a year of restraining her sexuality, made more 
difficult by the lush sensuality of their tropical isolation, today's 
discovery of a new intimacy with Didi, and now this wonderful fucking 
from her stud of a stepson, justified in her mind by Bob's abandonment, 
shot her into a haze of erotic stimulation, languidly soaring toward 
release. She heard him whispering to her "Go ahead, Liz, get off, I can 
last all night." Then he pressed his mouth to hers, and increased the 
force of his humping cock.

She smiled and arched up, letting herself go. As she writhed, the 
plateau of near cum release made her body flush. Then she felt like she 
was thrown into a tiny hole, and exploding out the other side as climax 
overwhelmed her. "Oh god, I'm cumming so hard, so hard." Her hips 
humped frantically up to him, as wave after wave of lovely fulfillment 
washed through her. He was true to his word, still hard and pumping. 
She rode the thrills, gasping with pleasure. This was what sex should 
be, long and hot and wild, with lots of cums.

As she slowly came down, she saw her lovely daughter hugging Ricky, 
kissing his cheek, and watching her twist on the chair. "Mommy comes so 
hard, I love watching her like this, Ricky." She released him and knelt 
beside Liz, leaning over to kiss her. Liz smiled up through the haze of 
her euphoria. "He is good, darling." The huge cock was still pistoning 
slowly in her tunnel. Didi stood and pulled off her dress. He was 
gazing open mouthed at the two vixens sharing him so freely, embracing 
the wanton pleasures their bodies were able to give each other. 

Didi faced him and straddled her mother's head. Her face was gaping 
with excitement. Those big, firm tits poked proudly at him, and her fat 
pussy was spread wide, revealing moist, wet flesh between the puffy 
folds. He was on his knees as he continued fucking the lush blonde 
mewling on her back, writhing at his prick. The brunette teenager 
lowered her cunt to the gasping face, holding his eyes with a sexy 
smile. He saw Liz's tongue snake out just before Didi's box pressed on 
her mouth, and they all groaned as she joined their erotic exercise.

Liz was still high from her climax, and the taste and smell of her 
daughter's pussy combined with the lovely cock penetrating her so 
deeply started her soaring upward again. She was groaning into Didi's 
bottom, making noises as she sucked, while he felt her cream almost 
gushing around his tool. He leaned forward and kissed his little 
sister, feeling her breath panting hard. She threw her arms around his 
shoulders, as they writhed in a sensuous, orgasmic triangle.

They were twisting gently at each other, trying to find a comfortable 
rhythm as thrills rose higher and higher in their straining bodies. Did 
released his shoulders and covered Liz's boobs, rubbing and flattening 
them. It helped support her weight, and she felt Ricky's hands playing 
with her own titties, making her tingle from the wonderful stimulation 
of her mother's mouth in her cunt up to the warmth spreading from his 
exploring fingers. She leaned forward to kiss him, and they found that 
by doing it their position felt secure and sexy, permitting them to 
begin concentrating on the sensual thrills that were ringing wildly in 
their bodies.

Moans sounded softly into the warm tropical night as the three ecstatic 
people strove for completion and release. They were now mindlessly 
humping, bodies lightly glistening with sweat, twisting in their 
sensual agony of longing. Ricky was no longer able to hold himself 
back, and his pistoning took on a frantic jerkiness as he felt jism 
loading up in his turgid prick, surrounded by wet warm flesh. Liz 
hardly noticed the change in his movements as her own tumultuous 
urgency peaked like an exploding flame. She grabbed for the writhing 
hips on her face, and pulled them down so her mouth was covered with 
her daughter's slippery, foaming cuntflesh. Didi was gasping into 
Ricky's mouth as their tongues dueled wildly, and her pussy was 
penetrated by a hungry tongue. They seemed surrounded by a magic bubble 
of erotic pleasure.

They all climaxed together, without having even been aware of the 
others. The jolts of spunk filling Liz's twat mixed with suddenly 
gushing cream as her tunnel expanded, then contracted to squeeze the 
base of the spurting tool inside her. Didi's orgasm caused juices to 
leak down her mother's face, even as Liz sucked and swallowed 
convulsively. Both women's breasts were being pummeled and pinched, 
helping to heighten the orgasms coursing through them. He was grunting 
as he thrust convulsively into the spasming hole jumping up to meet 
each stroke, releasing jolts of white essence on each penetration.

Their release began to fade slowly, but they stayed together in this 
sensual position, still sending jolts of sensation into their lush, 
keening bodies. Finally, Didi rose from Liz's face, knelt and kissed 
the cream coated lips, tasting herself. Her hands continued caressing 
the big tits now still, as the older woman's eyes stared blankly into 
space. The two powerful climaxes made her stuporous, luxuriating in the 
feelings filling her. Ricky's eyes were closed as his cock softened. 
and he realized his knees were chafed from the wood of the deck. As he 
pulled his slimy member out of Liz and stood up, Didi lifted her head 
and sucked his tool into her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she sighed around it as 
she tasted his jism and her mother. She licked and sucked with hungry 
need for the sexy combination of elixirs.

When Didi finally rose to stand beside him, Liz was still groggy. 
"Carry her upstairs to her bedroom, Ricky. How do you feel?" she 
giggled. He answered "The night's still young." He grinned at her sexy 
smirk, and as he picked the blonde up, said, "You're still a pistol, 
Dee. Now I can see where you get it." She led him upstairs, where he 
gently laid Liz on her back. Didi carefully spread her mother's hair in 
a fetching way on the pillow, then bent to give her a little kiss. He 
had a great view of her backside, the pussylips spread apart, and the 
puckered rim of her asshole just above. She looked over her shoulder, 
and saw where he was looking. She grinned at his leering look. "You 
bet, lover. But let's go for a swim first."

She ran out and down the steps, tits flopping, and he trotted after 
her. Minutes later, after a quick dip in the warm ocean, they got back 
to the master bedroom to find Liz sitting up, smiling. "Oooh, children, 
I was afraid you had left me." Didi and Ricky jumped on the bed, their 
wet bodies showing goosebumps. Liz squealed with surprise, then 
embraced her daughter, letting herself get damp from the salt water. 
Ricky lay down on his back. "He wants to fuck my ass, Mommy. I've never 
done that. Can you help?" There was a wicked smile on her face, as she 
watched their surprise and excitement. Ricky's cock jumped, starting to 
harden as he saw Liz kiss Didi deeply, then push her to her back beside 
him. "Darling daughter, you'll love it. The trick is lubrication."

The blonde was between Ricky's legs, sucking in his stiffening member, 
watching his eyes as he gasped with pleasure. While she licked and 
tongued him, two fingers sunk into Didi's snatch, palm rubbing the 
clitty, and both young people began moaning with excitement. Liz kept 
up her sucking, but began extracting the slippery cream from the young, 
gaping pussy with her fingers, and moving down to the tiny rim below. 
Gently, she began sliding the fragrant liquid into the little rectal 
opening, wetting it sexily. Didi's hips were humping to the penetration 
of both her cavities, and her rear felt strangely stimulated, nerves 
sending signals of surprise and tingling into her tummy.

Liz kept it up, pushing deeper and deeper into her daughter's bowels 
with each fresh dab of warm ooze. Ricky was fully hard again, but she 
was able to get his entire length of meat down her throat, while she 
fucked her mouth up and down on the turgid flesh. Her fingers kept 
going in the young ass, and Didi's hips were now jumping feverishly. 
Suddenly, she let his tube pop out of her mouth noisily, and lifted her 
daughter's young legs high in the air. She smiled at Didi. "Now a 
little more preparation, dear." Her head dived down and her tongue 
buried deep in her daughter's bowel, pushing the cream deeper. Ricky 
was wriggling around beside the blonde woman, feeling the hanging tits 
swinging under her chest. Liz's tongue sought a last load of cream, 
licked it down to the tight little virgin hole beneath. She raised her 
head to kiss him firmly, then murmured "Go ahead, dear. Slow and gentle 
on my darling child."

Didi scrambled around to her hand and knees, and he pressed the 
enormous head of his cock into her rear, stretching it further than the 
fingers had. Didi loved the first pressure, as he slid easily into her 
backside. But then she felt stinging pain as he opened her up sharply, 
with just an inch or so started. "Oh, wait, wait." Liz reached down, 
encircling his prick, and held him steady, as Didi began to relax, and 
the pain eased to be replaced by thrills unlike anything she had ever 
felt. There was fullness, jangling of the mass of nerve tissue, and it 
seemed to radiate to her cunt, making cream flow. She pushed back to 
get more of the unique feeling, first the pain, then the pleasure. She 
began groaning, as her mother whispered in her ear "It's different, 
isn't it darling. But it's nice, it'll be really wonderful soon, you'll 
see. Go ahead, relax, push, do it." 

Liz was kneeling beside them, still holding the turgid tool slowly 
penetrating the young virgin ass hole, but she saw that they had both 
learned the slow progress necessary to spare Didi too much pain, while 
giving her the most pleasant stimulation. They were both groaning 
happily, and Liz released Ricky's cock, and reached under to finger her 
daughter's pulsating cuntal tunnel. It was oozing cream as the thrills 
began overpowering the pain and soreness of her tight intestine. She 
watched as they completed the unique insertion, both sighing as his 
tool buried itself fully in the young bottom, now starting to writhe 
with pleasure. "Mommy, Mommy, it is nice, so full, I can feel every 
inch of him, Ricky, oh fuck me, fuck that tight ass, hurt me, get me, 
Oooooh." 

The smell was too much, and Liz began rubbing her own clit, excitement 
boiling in her wet snatch. The smell of both women's cream suffused the 
room as Didi began moaning. Ricky had begun slowly drawing out, then 
returning to her depths, each stroke slightly longer, but slow and now 
erotically good for the young brunette. "Deidre, honey, can you eat my 
pussy at the same time as he fucks your ass? Please, honey." Eyes 
closed, passion rising, Didi groaned "Oh yes, Mommy. That would be so 
sexy."

Liz squirmed under the heaving body, licking at the lovely hanging 
titties, then inching her head down under the humping hips. She lifted 
her head and surrounded the foaming clitty, feeling her hair brushing 
the hanging ballsack pistoning ever harder above her face. Didi lifted 
her arm, pulling her mother's pussy under her head, and lowered her 
face to begin tasting its wet lips. They all had to adjust positions 
slightly, Didi lowering her hips, Liz getting her legs bent so she 
could hump up to the hungry mouth above her hips. It was a strange, 
exciting position, but their well toned, athletic bodies managed it 
easily, and they all began surging into full embrace of their rising 
need.

Didi was supporting herself on her elbows, and Liz would occasionally 
suck one of Ricky's balls into her mouth. He would gasp, and hold still 
while she did, then begin pummeling the rectal tunnel pushing back at 
his cock again, while Liz returned to licking and sucking the foaming 
twat at her mouth. Didi had her lips completely around her mother's 
surging slit, running her tongue from inside up to the love button. It 
was unique but incredibly sensual, exciting their bodies and minds as 
well. The room was filled with groans of enjoyment.
 
Didi came first, a slow rolling orgasm that slowly flushed her groin, 
then pushed down into her cunt to radiate up her body to her breasts. 
Her sense of relief was so stimulating she frantically began to push 
and pull her hips to work Ricky's cock harder in her bowels, and the 
movement sent him over. As his cum exploded, incredible volumes of his 
spunk poured into Didi's ass, and began leaking out, down her pussy to 
Liz's sucking lips. The spasming of her two children combined with the 
taste and smell of their fluids to take the blonde over the top, and 
her hips almost jumped spasmodically into her daughter's mouth. As she 
gulped wildly at the stream of spunk dripping from her daughter's 
asshole and streaming through her cunt, she orgasmed wonderfully. Both 
women were squealing with climactic abandon, and Ricky was humping 
furiously into the pulsating butt of his sister. 

He was thrusting wildly, shoving in and holding there as his jism shot 
from his climaxing rod. Liz and Didi were writhing steadily as their 
orgasmic release filled their gorgeous bodies. Ricky collapsed on 
Didi's back, his hand reaching around to her tits. They both fell to 
the side, and Liz rolled with them, keeping her mouth sucking her 
child's vibrating pussy. She realized vaguely that once the barriers to 
free sexuality had fallen, nothing was forbidden, and everything was 
possible. How lucky she was to have her two beautiful children as 
wonderful sexpartners. Joy filled her as they all began to relax.

Ricky was fondling Didi's tits as his cock slipped out of her bottom, 
bringing a sigh of regret. She sighed with the wonderful feeling of 
completion she felt, and murmured "God that was nice. I never would 
have thought it could be so neat. Do you like it that way, Mommy?" Liz 
was squirming around to press to her daughter, one arm reaching around 
to rest on Ricky's firm hip. "Mmmm, I do, honey. But it's been years 
since Bob did it to me." Ricky grinned as they all cuddled lovingly, 
languidly enjoying their intimacy. "Well, Liz, I can be had."


Chapter Four

This latest trial had been a revelation to Bob. His testimony wasn't 
until the tenth day, and the prosecutors had never even practiced with 
him. He realized he had been so anxious to get it right that he had 
become more obsessed than was necessary. Each trial involved going over 
the same events, and he had it almost memorized. He was housed in an 
FBI apartment that was impervious to intruders, and with time on his 
hands he had begun to work out. When he realized how out of shape he 
had gotten, he spent the next week trying to regain the fitness he had 
maintained most of his life.

He found himself anxious to get home to Liz. He had seen the look of 
intense disappointment on her face when the helicopter had shown up 
unexpectedly, and was worried that their long isolation was affecting 
her more than he realized. He remembered the incident when she had come 
to his study, nude and glorious looking. It had been an invitation he 
had completely ignored. He resolved to spend more time with her when he 
got back.

His first night back, he was so horny he shot off within minutes of 
getting her alone. Gotta do better than that, he resolved as he fell 
asleep. Something woke him up later, and he saw the bedroom clock 
telling him he had slept for two hours. But Liz wasn't with him. He 
jumped out of bed, thinking something might be wrong. Pulling a robe 
over his naked body, he walked out the door toward the stairs, thinking 
she might have gone to the beach. Then he heard muffled groans from 
Didi's bedroom far down the hall.

He snuck to the door that was slightly ajar. Looking in, shock roared 
through his stomach. Liz was on all fours on the bed, her head between 
Didi's legs. His sexy young stepdaughter was moaning as she writhed to 
his wife's sucking mouth. His son knelt behind his wife, and his hips 
were slowly fucking, as Liz hunched back against his thrusts. He heard 
Ricky whispering "Oh that's a tight, hot ass, Liz. Work it baby, work 
it." Bob Forner bolted away from this horrible sight, his mind 
whirling. Could it be, could it possibly be?

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands when Liz got 
back a half hour later. She could see instantly that he must have spied 
on her orgy with her children. She stood stock still for several 
minutes as he looked up at her, a ravaged look on his face. She had her 
robe loosely tied, and in spite of his anger and shame, she looked sexy 
as hell. "How could you, Liz?"

She decided to confront the reality head on. She slipped off the robe, 
and posed erotically as his eyes roamed over her lithe, voluptuous 
curves. "See this body, Bob? You used to fuck it all the time, get me 
off lots of times every night. I still need that, Bob. I know you have 
problems, I know it's been scary for you, but I could only take it for 
so long." She stepped closer to him. "This island is so sexy, darling. 
Warm, and private, and I feel so good. I've been feeling so sexy, so 
free, and when Didi and Ricky started fucking, it made it worse." She 
pushed him to the bed, and lay down beside him. Her lips were close to 
his ears, and as she whispered to him, her hand cupped his cock and 
balls lovingly.

"We used to be vital, sensual lovers, my darling. We used to get 
excited when we were near each other, remember? Our children are that 
way, full of life. We're alone here. You left. I was mad. It just 
happened." She raised her head, and gazed into his eyes. "And now that 
it has, I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it's been. Like you and 
I in the old days, but varied, free, fantastically stimulating and 
fulfilling." Her lips brushed his lightly. "Haven't you ever wondered 
what it would be like to fuck Deidre. That gorgeous young body, firm 
and strong." She felt his cock jump. "I thought so, my dearest. Think 
how wonderful it would be, alone in our private little universe, 
enjoying our bodies completely." 

She took his head in her hands. "I don't want to give it up, I want us 
all to be together, so we can fuck and fuck. You'll see, all you need 
is practice to get back to being that randy guy I married." His cock 
was stiff now, and she straddled his hips. "I've always loved your 
prick, Bob. Love it inside me, love to suck it." She let herself sink 
slowly onto him. "It's up to us to live well, darling. To make our own 
rules." Her hips began moving, and his met her thrusts.

His whirling mind shared feelings of dismay and shame with amazement at 
the building heat in his loins as Liz closed her eyes and began a slow, 
writhing movement on his hips. Her pussy was wet, but he felt her 
cuntal muscles squeezing him, and desire began to blot out the 
consternation. Her defense of that orgy with their children mixed with 
the guilt dawning over him, realizing how much she must have suffered 
his ignoring her. And his pleasure at his gorgeous wife's writhing body 
reminded him of the frenzied sex which had marked their earlier years.

Dimly, he recalled his resolving to spend more time with her, to try to 
make her happy. She had made it clear that she wanted to expand the 
free licentiousness he had glimpsed, and his newly toned body tingled 
as anticipation of experiences he had always considered forbidden snuck 
into his thoughts. His hips began surging up to meet the thrusts of his 
harlot wife's pussy, and suddenly it seemed even more thrilling than 
ever before. "God, you're a sexy thing, Liz. I don't want to lose you."

Through the roar she felt as her fourth orgasm of the night approached, 
Liz heard his words, and realized her gamble had succeeded. She leaned 
over, arching to press her full tits to his mouth, and murmured "You'll 
love it, darling. The fact that it's naughty and evil makes it even 
better. Now come on, big boy. Fill my twat with that spunk, get me off, 
tonight is the start of a whole new life. Oooooh." She speeded up her 
humping of him, and her mouth gaped as her climax hit stingingly, 
filling her body with sensation. Her husband kept thrusting, and she 
stayed in orgasmic euphoria for several minutes, as he kept pumping.

Finally, he let himself go, gushing into her spasming pussy. It was the 
first time in years he had cum twice in one night, but instead of 
tiring him, it made his body sing with enjoyment. As Liz fell on top of 
him, wriggling against his skin, and kissing him openmouthed, he sighed 
with a return of the fierce passion for her he had lost. They slept the 
whole night intertwined, more deeply than in years.

When he came down to breakfast the next morning, wearing a bathing 
suit, Didi and Liz were giggling together over eggs. Both were naked 
but for their little thongs. He smiled at them both, and Didi jumped up 
and embraced him, her bare boobies burning into his chest. She raised 
her head, mouth open, and waited for him to signal the relaxation he 
had promised. He smiled and kissed her, in a lover's hard, sucking, 
tonguing way. She returned his embrace and his deep kiss. When they 
broke apart, Didi breathed, "Oh, Dad Bob, I'm so glad." She took his 
hand and pressed it to her breast. "They're not as big as Mom's, but 
they're nice and firm, huh? Mmmmm, yes" He had begun to pinch her erect 
nipples.

His eyes caught Liz's as he stood there, amazed at how sexy this little 
girl had become. He broke away and embraced his wife. She looked 
adoringly up at him. "Look girls, I'm an old man, and I need sustenance 
before you wear me out." They both giggled as Liz started cooking him 
some eggs.

He found himself talking freely about his feeling of having been too 
focused on the trial, out of shape, unfairly self centered. It was as 
though a dam of inhibition had broken open, and all the feelings he had 
locked inside came gushing out. Both women sensed that the shock of 
last night had changed him in some way. As he wound down from a half 
hour of confession, Liz hugged to him and whispered "Darling, darling, 
now you're the neat stud I married."

When he told them he was going for a run, both looked a little 
disappointed, but smiled brightly. As he did several laps up the beach, 
they came out and began sunbathing. Each time he passed, he admired 
their fantastic bodies, and he felt mounting desire with each lap. 
Finally, as he began walking to cool down, Didi rose and walked toward 
the end of the beach with him. "Mommy's so happy, Dad Bob. She was 
afraid you wouldn't understand." He felt her rubbing against him, and 
she whispered "Mommy said I could have you to myself this morning. I 
know a neat place in the jungle."

He stared down at her, the huge Latin eyes darkened with a little 
mascara, pink lipstick making her full lips more sensual, and the body 
a younger version of Liz's. He had kept himself from thinking lusting 
thoughts for her the last couple of years by firmly imposing the memory 
of the skinny little thing who grew up with him. As she nestled to him, 
not at all anxious with their intimate contact, that ghost seemed to 
dissolve to the reality of her beauty. His cock was jumping with 
excitement as he let his hands roam over her lovely tanned skin, oily 
with lotion. He cupped her taut butt cheeks, feeling their muscular 
fullness. She was wiggling against him, sighing into his ear as they 
embraced in the hot sun. He felt twenty again, and pulled her hips hard 
to his pulsating tool. "Mmmmm, Dad Bob, that hardon feels so good. My 
pussy's creaming for it. C'mon."

"Wait a minute, Didi, I want to jump in the ocean just a second." They 
were around the bend behind the rock, and she grinned sexily at him. 
She stripped off her thong, and gave it to him as she started pulling 
his trunks down. "I'll go with you, old man." As she knelt to pull the 
damp suit from his feet, she nuzzled to his outhrust member, burying 
her nose in his thick pubic hair. Then she looked up at him, and let 
the thick head drift to her open mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick 
the tip. The tool jumped up and she giggled as it bumped her nose. She 
closed her lips around it, and deep throated it expertly, making him 
groan. She stroked him with her mouth several times, then pulled away 
and looked up.

"You smell good, Dad Bob, sweaty and masculine. And your cock tastes 
neat, all salty. I'm oily and greasy. Lets do it this way, and then go 
in for a swim." She stood and dragged him toward the green wall twenty 
feet away, holding his prick, and he followed, desire inflaming his 
mind.

They got to the glade quickly. It was cooler, and the sound of the surf 
was gone. It felt private and isolated. She knelt and again sucked in 
his turgid rod, swallowing and making his ardor climb. Reaching down to 
gently push away her hungry mouth, he gasped "Didi, I want to taste 
that young cunt of yours. Just lie down and let me eat it all up." She 
reclined sensuously, spreading her legs, and using her hands to pull 
the folds of her slit apart. Her pink flesh opened generously, damp and 
inviting.

He fell to his knees, and lifted her hips with his hands on each of her 
butt cheeks. He lowered his mouth into the hole displayed so 
invitingly. Bob had a fairly average size cock, but his tongue was long 
and thick. It had always made him a desirable conquest when women 
discovered how much he liked eating pussy, and how good he was at it. 
As his tongue penetrated her love tunnel, she gasped with its thickness 
surprising her. But she quickly relaxed to his skillful flicking of her 
clitty, and his deep oral penetration of her hole. Didi didn't have 
nearly enough experience to have ever had such skillful cunnilingus, 
and her cream started to flow freely as she groaned in ecstacy. "Oh Dad 
Bob, you're so good at that, its soooo long, mmmm yes, right there, you 
know, don't you. Oh god it's neat. Do it, do it, Aaaagh." 

The taste of her was sweet and young for him, and her volume of juice 
pleased him as he sucked it in. Her hips were humping to his face, and 
he could feel the vibrating excitement building up in her vaginal 
muscles. He increased the speed of his thrusting tongue, and pushed 
even deeper inside her. He started to growl with lust as his teeth 
touched her flesh, making her jump. She was grunting with each of his 
thrusts, and he tried harder. Suddenly, her hips spasmed around his 
face, and she was squealing wildly as a climax ripped through her. 
"Aaagh, it's so good, fuck that tongue in me. Cummmmmmm." She was 
writhing uncontrollably, but he kept his mouth greedily feasting at her 
succulent foaming slit, so smooth and soft. 

She keened for minutes, grunting and squealing, her hands twisted in 
his short hair. He helped her maintain her intense orgasm by licking 
powerfully up and down her pulsating labial folds. He used the flat of 
his tongue on her clit, so that pressure kept rolling into her body. 
Finally she began to slow her movements, breathing hard. He eased her 
back to the ground, and began kissing up to her firm breasts, as she 
babbled her thanks to him. "Oh Dad Bob, that was so nice, Mommy never 
told me how good you are at that, she must take it for granted. Please 
teach Ricky how to do it that way, do it to me all the time, oh wow."

He was sucking at her nipples, making each pucker and stiffen, as she 
sighed with the aftermath of her fierce cum. He marveled at the 
strength of her passion, the exuberant enjoyment of her release, the 
sensuality of her lovely body as it achieved completion. He dimly 
realized he hadn't gotten Liz off that hard for years. But his mind 
returned to here and now, as he began stoking his gorgeous stepdaughter 
toward more pleasure.

His mouth left her tits to kiss her full lips, his big tongue again 
pushing deep into her fresh young body. She groaned as she tasted her 
own juice, and licked back at his fantastically skilled kissing. He 
inserted a finger inside her twat, touching her hot spot, and she 
wrapped one hand around his stiff cock. He began stoking her again, 
feeling his cock begin to jump as she jacked at it. She was heating up 
fast, and he knew he would have trouble keeping up with this vital 
young vixen. He lifted his head and whispered "Didi, I like to do it 
from behind. Turn over for Daddy."

She giggled as she flipped easily and quickly to her hands and knees. 
"Oooh, Daddy I've been waiting for you to sink that cock inside me. 
Fuck my little pussy good, fill me with your spunk, get me off again." 
He crawled behind her twisting hips and took his jumping tool toward 
her yawning tunnel. When he fitted it between her pussylips, she pushed 
backwards, and the head entered her warm wet bottom. She groaned in 
rapture as he slid gradually all the way, their position making him 
penetrate deeply. 

As he began fucking her slippery cunt, he reached around her hips to 
diddle her clit. When he touched it, she moaned even louder. He began 
stroking, pulling nearly all the way out of her with each cycle. His 
finger kept up its caress of her love button, and her hips began 
twisting against his inward thrusts. His other hand closed around a 
heaving tit, and she grunted as he pinched a turgid nipple. Her full 
globes were more than a handful, and their surging around his grip 
stimulated him fiercely. She was arching her ass to let him sink fully 
into her raging depths.

He began to lose control of his ardor, as her undulating body moved 
against him erotically. He had thought he could last longer, but Liz 
had been right. This sexy situation stimulated him beyond reason, and 
he gave himself to the rising urgency filling his groin. She felt the 
increasing speed of his strokes, and whispered "You're close, aren't 
you Daddy. Oh come on, shoot in me, fill me up. I'm there again too, 
ohhhhh yes."

He was fucking frantically now, her firm butt cheeks pressing on his 
abdomen with each full stroke. The pressure caused his cock to sting 
with his nearing explosion. He pushed at her clitty harder, and dimly 
heard her squealing with delight. He was grunting "Hrr, hrr, hrr" as he 
pistoned faster and faster. He could feel pressure building in his 
loins, his cock seeming full, his stomach churning with need for 
release.

Didi was amazed at Dad Bob's lovemaking skill. Her mother had implied 
he was kind of a dud, but he was causing her incredible ecstacy. His 
bringing her off with his mouth had been fantastic, and his fucking 
now, with simultaneous fingering of her clitty, was fabulous. He had 
her right to the edge again, and she was grinding back at him as he 
growled his own pleasure. His hand on her tit was kneading and pushing 
her soft flesh deliciously, and her entire being was caught up in her 
soaring heat. 

Her climax hit with slow blooming power. She could feel herself flush 
from head to toe. Tingling thrills were radiating through her, and she 
cried out with the rapture of it. Her cunt contracted instinctively, 
and his thrusts suddenly stopped, as he froze deep inside her. She felt 
his spunk shooting up to her ovaries, hot and sticky. Her head jerked 
up as she continued to keen with her own orgasmic rapture. "Cum, cum, 
cum, oh god it's good." She felt his arm pull her up so they were 
pressed together almost upright, his tool still spurting. His jism 
started leaking out of her onto his mass of kinky pubic hair. 

She was on her knees, slightly bent over, but his hand pulled her back 
tightly to his hairy chest. She felt him biting gently at her shoulder, 
and she reached back to press his head into her neck. That wonderful 
tongue was licking the tender flesh. Her release was amazingly strong. 
He was no dud. She guessed his awakening to their sexy family situation 
had made him remember old skills in love making. Ricky had a lot to 
learn from his dad.

After a swim, they walked back to where Liz was still sunbathing. She 
looked inquiringly at Didi, and the young girl gushed "Mommy, he was 
fabulous." A look of surprise came over his wife as he knelt beside 
her. He said "I guess it's like riding a bicycle, babe. I hadn't 
realized how dull I had let myself become. Sorry about that." He kissed 
his blonde mate, making an effort to fill her mouth with his tongue. 
She was smiling when he slowly released her lips. He cupped her breast, 
and whispered "Later babe. I'm gonna check the market." As he walked up 
to the house, he heard Didi excitedly relating the details to her 
mother.

An hour later, Liz came into his study, without her robe. Amazingly, he 
felt his cock lurch as she vamped in, boobs swinging, hips twisting, to 
look over his shoulder at the stock quotes shifting on the computer 
screen. She smelled of oil, and salt water. "Didi told me about it. Was 
it nice for you, dear?" He looked up at her as he flipped off the 
screen. Her titties were right there, and he nuzzled them fondly. 
"She's sexy like you, babe. Came like a train. I can't believe how 
horny I suddenly feel. Jesus."

Liz took his head and pressed her nipple to his mouth. "I was getting 
hot when she told me about it, Bob. You haven't gotten me off with your 
mouth for years, and she's right, you've always been good at it. The 
more I thought about it, the more I wanted to come get some of your 
head myself." She took his hand and pulled it to her thong covered 
pussy. He grabbed hard at it, and worked the material between her 
cuntlips, taking his mouth away and staring at the twat flesh split by 
the thong, tufts of her thick pubic hair at the edge. As the black 
material touched her clit, she groaned and humped at his caress.

He rose and stepped away from her, staring at her as she gasped with 
the excitement he had started inside her. "You are a fucking cunt, 
aren't you Liz. A whore, a harlot, a sex machine." He was smiling, as 
she nodded at his words. "I'm your fucking cunt, babe. Your pussy to 
eat, your ass to cornhole, yours to use." She stripped off the thong. 
"Make me cum, right here, right now, stud. Hurry, hurry." She backed to 
the couch, sat down on the cool leather, and spread her long legs 
seductively, using her hands to open her labial folds. He could see 
deep into her, pink flesh already glistening. Amazed, he realized he 
was hard again, after shooting no more than two hours ago. He pulled 
off his trunks, and knelt between his wife's splayed legs, loving the 
smell of cream she was exuding. He began to feast in her wonderful 
foaming slit.
 
Out on the beach, Ricky was coming back from his inspection of the 
jungle defenses. Didi was the only one on the beach, and he plumped 
down beside her. He looked around guiltily, then covered her tittie and 
kissed her quickly. She giggled. "You don't have to hide, lover. Liz 
talked your Dad into going along with our fun." She giggled again. "He 
fucked my brains out this morning." The surprised look on his face made 
her laugh. "Baby, he's really good at eating pussy. Get him to teach 
you, it was super."

Ricky stared at her smiling face, then down at the magnificent firm 
young titties. As he started playing with them, feeling her respond, 
she whispered "Mom's making a big dinner tonight. We're all dressing 
up, sort of. Wait'll you see us."

When he got down to the living room that night, his dad was the only 
one there. "Hi Dad." He flushed a little, but the older man gripped his 
arm, and said "Son, I was a pill to Liz the last year, and I know you 
couldn't have avoided what happened. Don't sweat it. I needed a wake up 
call." He grinned. "You have to admit this whole thing is pretty 
unusual, but I've felt like I was young again all day." Handing him a 
beer, Bob sat down. "You and I have two of the sexiest females on the 
face of the earth to ourselves. I for one am going to relax and enjoy 
it." Ricky breathed a sigh of relief. "It is sexy, Dad. They get 
hornier and hornier. They'll probably wear us both out." They smiled 
with this new intimacy they could share happily.

Just then, Liz and Didi came slowly down the stairs. "Men like their 
women to be slutty sometimes, darling. They don't even realize it. It's 
some sort of suppressed fantasy, I guess." They had both used Liz's 
bright purple eye shadow heavily, and matching lipstick. Their breasts 
were covered by transparent scarves wrapped around their necks, 
crossing on their chests, and tied behind their backs. They had both 
put lipstick on their nipples. They had matching black micro skirts on 
that Didi had bought just before they left New York, barely over their 
hips. With each step, their uncovered pussies flashed. Tall spike heels 
lengthened their shapely legs. They looked like twin street whores.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, they posed for the two men. 
"Twenty five for a blow job" breathed Liz. "And a hundred for all 
night" whispered Didi. Both men gaped as their cocks stiffened 
immediately. The two women smiled at the reaction. They walked into the 
kitchen to finish the dinner preparations, swinging their lush hips and 
bouncing their tits. 

All during dinner, they vamped shamelessly, rubbing both men with their 
jiggling breasts, and pressing their twats into whoever was near. They 
all had drinks, and the atmosphere was so sexually charged that little 
conversation was possible. When the main dish was finished, Liz gurgled 
"We have a special desert for you guys. It's a variation on banana 
splits."

They pulled Bob and Ricky from their chairs to the middle of the room, 
where a blanket was spread on the tile floor. The lights were out, and 
only candles lit the room. Liz sat beside Bob, and Didi beside Ricky. A 
plate of already skinned bananas was in the center of the blanket. Both 
girls picked one up, and wrapped sexy mouths around the firm fruit. 
Then they sprawled with widespread legs, hairless slits exposed 
lustily, voluptuous bodies posed in abandoned wildness. Each took the 
tubular fruit and dipped it to their cuntholes, holding the men's eyes 
as they pressed one end inside, so their cream moistened the tips of 
curved dessert. 

They held it to their men's mouths, letting them decide how best to 
enjoy this sexy treat. Ricky bit the end off immediately, tasting the 
combination of flavors made even more sensual by the seductive way each 
woman gazed at them. Bob inhaled the odor deeply, his eyes holding his 
wife's. He licked lightly, savoring the unique sweet and sour mixture. 
Only then did he take his first bite. The women took back the fruit and 
once again dipped it into their foaming bodies, then fed it to each 
other. With their mouths full, they kissed forcefully, savoring their 
bodies' flavor.

Didi reached behind Liz and untied the fabric covering her mother's 
huge breasts, freeing them to the flickering faint light. Hanging down, 
they looked even bigger than usual. As she fondled the fullness of the 
luscious globes, she felt Ricky stripping away her own chest covering, 
then cupping her firm, tingling titflesh in his hands. By now the 
banana was gone, and the two vixens broke their kiss with a sigh.

Liz twisted around to display her pussy to the younger man, and Didi 
followed suit for Bob. Each repeated the insertion of a new piece of 
fruit into their cuntal tunnels, and offered it to the men's lips. The 
black skirts were gathered around their waists now, so the sexy pubic 
mounds winked seductively as bananas became erotic, exciting toys. Bob 
had freed his jumping cock, and as they swallowed dessert, Didi's head 
went to his lap, lips surrounding the pear shaped head. Liz wrapped 
fingers around Ricky's member, and jacked at it lightly. Her action 
caused a little drop of pre cum to ooze out, and she sighed happily, 
and leaned down to lick it, then slowly let the entire hard tube 
penetrate her mouth and throat, till she had swallowed it entirely. 
Didi could not see her mother, but as if on cue, sunk Bob's full length 
down her hungry throat.

As the two mouths worked in and out on the pricks in their mouths, 
father and son grinned at each other, shaking their heads at the erotic 
imagination these aroused goddesses were revealing. Both vixens were 
lying on their stomachs, sucking cock vigorously, and moaning with 
pleasure. Their firm plump rears were flexing as they ground their 
inflamed pussy's into the blanket, the show they were putting on 
exciting them almost as much as the two men.

Liz felt spasming in Ricky's hips, and released his pulsating tool. "We 
want to stretch this out, darling" she breathed, and rolled over to 
pull Didi's head away from her husband. "Oh baby, baby, are you having 
fun?" The young girl giggled softly. "Mommy, you're the neatest." The 
two crawled together, lying on their sides, and kissed deeply, mouths 
open, sucking and gurgling passionately. Their lush groins were 
writhing slowly but powerfully into the other. They found the skirts 
were interfering, and pulled them off without breaking their kiss. The 
wriggling needed to get the tight skirts off was better than any strip 
show either man had ever seen. Both stood and ripped their pants and 
shirts off, freeing members hardened beyond belief by the sexy 
situation.

They reclined behind Liz and Didi, pushing their hardness into the 
crack of the humping women's butts. All four began writhing in unison, 
as the urgency they all felt began rising heatedly. Bob was the first 
to start wanting to bury himself somewhere, and twisted around to put 
his head at Liz's backside. He spread her ass cheeks wide, and his 
mouth began exploring her bottom. Liz arched her thigh up, resting it 
on Didi's hip, giving her husband free access to her foaming pussy. Bob 
ate briefly at this lovely trough, but then his firm tongue began 
laving her puckered ass hole. 

The two women were still kissing feverishly, but when Liz felt Bob's 
skillful tongue at her smaller hole, she leaned back and whispered 
"He's after my ass, children. Oooh, Didi, let them both do me at the 
same time. Both those wonderful cocks inside me. Mmmm. I can eat your 
pussy at the same time. Come on studs, show me what you can do."

Bob's tongue was pushing rhythmically inside Liz's tight ass rim, 
opening and lubricating at the same time. Didi rose and Ricky inched 
over to take her place, kissing his mother and pushing at her stomach 
with his stiff tool. Liz reached down and pulled it to her pussylips, 
humping forward to let his maleness enter her foaming cunt. "Bob, I'm 
ready. Fuck my ass while Ricky fuck's my pussy. I want it all, ohhhh 
all of both of you." She pressed to her son's chest and felt his turgid 
cock bury itself inside her, as her husband scrambled around and placed 
the head of his prick at her tight rectum. She lifted her leg high, and 
felt him penetrate into her bowels.

The three writhed on the blanket, on their knees, working this dual 
insertion to its ultimate depth for each hole. Both men were gasping 
with the pleasure of the sensual act, and Liz was babbling ecstatically 
"Oh god, full, full of cock, stuffed oh it's neat, so wonderful oh 
yesssss." Didi was sitting watching them achieve this unusual position, 
rubbing her clitty with excitement. Once full, Liz began a slow 
writhing movement of her hips, and each man found a movement to 
generate thrusting fucking, causing groans of rapture for all of them. 

Liz continued to babble with pleasure. "Fuck, fuck oh get me studs. It 
doesn't even hurt. Uggh, uuuugh, ohh yes. Didi, come let me eat your 
pretty pussy. I can do it." Didi crawled around and straddled Ricky, 
pressing her slit to her mother's face. She humped at the blonde head, 
and wormed her wet mound to Liz's hungry, seeking lips. She felt a 
tongue in her hole, but was surprised by a tongue rimming her butt 
cheeks near her ass. It was Ricky trying to lick, and she reached 
behind, spread her firm butt, and adjusted herself so both mouths found 
their mark. "Ooooh, yes, Mommy, Ricky, eat my bottom right up, suck, 
suck, ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Liz was sandwiched firmly between her two lovers, humping to their 
reaming cocks as waves of pleasure ripped savagely through her body 
from the stretching of her sensitive and nerve filled tissues being 
pummeled harder and harder. She could smell her baby's cunt juice, and 
taste it mixed with the faint residue of banana. Didi's hips were 
twisting at the sucking lips surrounding the puffy folds of her young 
cunt. Liz did not realize that another mouth was stimulating the rectal 
nerves now joining with her own hungry mouth to push the young girl 
higher and higher.

Bob was amazed that he was building toward his third huge orgasm of the 
day, and still was hard as a rock inside his wife's tight bowel cavity. 
His hands were kneading Liz's boobs vigorously, pinching at the stiff 
nipples, fondling their overflowing bulk. The previous cums made him 
easily able to control his urge to shoot off, even though the sexy 
position was incredibly exciting. He could feel his son's big prick 
next to his own, only a thin membrane separating the two pistoning 
rods. Didi was writhing sexily against his wife's loudly slurping 
mouth, and the jiggling this was causing of her tits was wildly erotic. 
His ears were roaring with his effort, the building tension, and the 
sultry smell and feel of his blonde mate's skin.

Ricky was the first to explode into orgasmic release. The silky ass 
flesh of his young sister was so sensual, the smell of the two women's 
musky cream so intense, and his big prick being massaged so hard in the 
stuffed belly of his step mother made him begin to groan frantically. 
Liz felt him spasming uncontrollably, and squeezed on his surging cock. 
Almost immediately, she felt hot liquid spurting in her ovaries, but 
there was so little room it started leaking onto her leg. Didi was 
getting wild, humping at her face, and squealing with rapturous 
abandon. Her flowing cream had drenched her mother's face and neck.

Liz went into a writhing climax of rampaging lust. Waves of sensation 
shot through her belly and up to her tits, still being pulled and 
pushed by Bob's hot fingers. Perspiration bloomed under her arms, and 
on her face. She pumped back on the rod in her ass, burying it to the 
hilt, increasing the intensity of her release. Her hands clawed at 
Didi's back. Her mind emptied of everything but her fantastic joy in a 
cum that was explosive in its force. Her keening feelings made her lips 
close around her daughter's clitty, and her tongue licked slavishly. 

Didi and Bob fired over the edge as they felt the effects of orgasm on 
Liz. His spurts sent wild thrills from his jumping tool up his groin. 
He felt the jism leaking out to his thick pubic hair, but it lubricated 
his wife's tight ass so well he could easily fuck three or four inches 
out and in with each gush. It was an amazingly good finish for a man 
who twenty four hours ago would have rejected this sexual freedom 
completely. Didi was mindlessly surging her cunt, bathing in warm 
release. Her hand was pulling at her mother's head, seeking to keep the 
climax going.

The shared pleasure was the culmination of their long evening's 
foreplay, and the mental completion of this exotic sexual fantasy kept 
them all groaning happily for minutes. Before long, they were all 
nestled together, sighing as they moved languidly against their warm 
partners. They were still a family, but now so much more, and a sense 
of love washed over them all. There was also a joy in abandoning the 
limitations of society, and embracing primitive urges they were only 
beginning to find buried deep in their psyches'.


Chapter Five

A week later, Liz was lazing happily in bed, languidly reliving the 
night before. One of the surprising things that had happened, once the 
embrace of sexual freedom had captured them all in intense pleasure 
seeking, was that they all turned from resenting their isolation to 
luxuriating in it. Another surprising effect was that the petty 
arguments that had occasionally aggravated their lives completely 
disappeared. It was hard to get angry at anyone with whom you had 
shared orgiastic release hours before, and knew would be a partner soon 
again. Instead, any disagreement was settled in a relaxed, 
conversational way.

Bob and Ricky spent hours in the jungle practicing with firearms, and 
left Liz and Didi to themselves much of the day. The two women explored 
each other's bodies in slow, lasting love making, in the water, in the 
jungle, in the gym, and most often in their beds. As they became more 
experienced, they found it was possible to make climaxes last ten or 
fifteen minutes by building to their completion very slowly, and 
avoiding intense action. A nipple to a clitty, a tongue in a bottom, a 
gentle squeezing of cuntlips could all produce rolling orgasms of 
incredible sweetness.

They thought of these sessions as counterpoints to the more intense 
animal enjoyment of the interplay of their bodies with the men. Between 
the four people, imaginative coupling combined with simple one on one 
fucking. They all loved watching each other in the throes of sexual 
lust, as though they could share each other's pleasure. This did not 
keep one couple or another from private moments, and no seeking of 
experience was criticized. Liz was amazed at the sudden return of Bob's 
vitality, and sought every chance to reward him with all the enthusiasm 
she could muster. He loved eating pussy, and would occasionally throw 
either woman to the sand or the floor without warning, sending each 
into roaring cums with his skilled mouth and big tongue.

All in all, if the threat that had brought them here could be resolved, 
Liz wasn't at all sure she wanted to leave. She seemed to be the most 
imaginative inventor of fantasies, and the most able to ignore thoughts 
of returning to civilization. She speculated vaguely about being able 
to return here for months at a time once the trials were over. The idea 
of bringing new partners had often occurred to her, though that was a 
surprise she intended to keep to herself.

As she lay there, her daughter appeared at her door. "Hey lazybones, 
aren't you going to get up? It's a beautiful day." Liz smiled and asked 
"Aren't you interested in a little cuddle with your Mum, dear? A little 
morning delight? What did that brute do to you last night?" Didi had 
ended the evening with Bob in her room. "Ooooh he reamed my ass, Mommy. 
I came twice."

"Well, come let me examine the damage, darling." 

Didi grinned. God, her mother was a sexpot. She let her robe slide to 
the floor, and skinned off her thong. As she drew the sheet from Liz's 
body, she wiggled to the mattress beside the blonde vixen, and spread 
her legs to the smiling gaze and avid eyes. As she felt a hungry mouth 
begin a slow exploration of her pussy and asshole, she gave herself to 
the languid pleasure so unique to her relationship with her mother. Her 
eyes closed as she relaxed in a soft embrace of the oral caresses now 
so familiar and welcome.

Liz luxuriated in the erotic examination of her daughter's young, 
blooming charms. Her lips and tongue lightly touched the hood 
protecting her lovely clitoris, and the pink flesh twitched, starting 
to expose its sensitive flesh. But there was no rush. Her attention 
drifted slowly down to the knees bent and flared out to allow access to 
Didi's bottom by her hungry mouth. Liz licked behind the knees, making 
them straighten, because it was such a sensitive spot. The flat of her 
tongue lazily traced the tender skin, drawing a sigh. 

Her breath flowed onto the light, almost invisible hairs on the inside 
of her child's thighs. Italian blood made this hair slightly thicker 
than her own, and she savored its texture with the tip of her tongue, 
wetting the skin as well. Liz took a deep breath, smelling the soap 
Didi had bathed with, but also the unique odor of her whole body. The 
beginnings of her vaginal cream smell drifted down to join these 
perfumes. Shaking her blonde hair on this skin caused a whimper from 
the black haired teenager so happy to be adored this special way.

Near the puffy twat, the hair was heavier, and since it was trimmed a 
slight stubble registered on the feasting tongue and lips. The skin 
beneath was softer, and felt almost like butter. Then the labia, also 
slightly raspy, but whose skin was not only soft but pliable, moving 
freely as Liz pushed at it with her tongue. The musky smell of cream 
was dominating the others now. This was the most exciting area, full of 
nerves that zinged with pleasure as they reacted to the light touch. 
Didi's young cunt lips had no wrinkles that would come with age, just 
firm moist pinkness wet with juice. Liz licked at it, luxuriating in 
the sweet purity of this essence.

It was a game with them, a lovely competition to see how long caresses 
could last before need overtook them. As Liz began licking deeper 
inside the tunnel now oozing constantly, Didi's hips were starting to 
writhe anxiously. Liz could look up now and see the firm boobs jiggling 
slightly with her movements, and the face starting to frown with 
excitement. The girl's lower lip was sucked in, as sensation began 
building up in her writhing groin. You lose, my darling, thought Liz. 
She always did, because her vigorous body reacted so strongly to sexual 
tension.

She began to lick downwards, past the fuckhole to the small creased 
tissue below the slit, then into the recess where the puckered rim of 
assflesh hid. There was a little redness around it, from her husband's 
thick cock, and she licked the area gently, as though to soothe its 
inflamation. But the effect was to speed the humping hips, and start 
whimpers from her daughter's mouth. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," groaned the 
young vixen. Liz pushed her tongue inside the rim, curling it slightly, 
and the result was a sharp cry of pleasure. The hips bucked harder.
 
Liz loved ministering to Didi's body like this without seeking release 
of her own. It made concentrating on her lover's reactions, and 
stimulating them skillfully, much easier. Her daughter's happiness at 
going from frustrating celibacy to having two big cocks and her 
mother's attention filled Liz with pleasure for the young teen. There 
was no need to worry about too little human contact now.

"Mommy, go ahead, get me off, please Mmmommy. I want a cummmm." Liz 
returned to the clitoris now stiffened in excitement at the top of the 
foaming slit. Her lips closed around it, and she sucked as her tongue 
butterflied the tip, concentrating on keeping it captured in spite of 
the now wildly wiggling pubic mound. The feeding mother gently began 
caressing the lower abdomen above her hungry mouth, pressing tenderly 
on the inflamed flesh around the pretty pubic mound. Her mouth stayed 
glued to the love button stiff inside her lips.

Her hands began moving upwards, arriving languidly at the firm titties 
bouncing slightly on her daughter's chest. She began pinching the 
engorged nipples, while her fingers kneaded the firm pillows so 
succulent in their glory. Their exercise kept the young globes from 
sagging the slightest bit. Liz loved her lovely daughter's writhing 
pleasure as she reacted to her fierce need for release. "Suck Mommy, 
oooooh suck hard."

The blonde head skillfully feasted in the wet, warm cunt writhing 
around her mouth. The smell of Didi's flowing cream, the heat of her 
inflamed flesh, and the ecstatic movements of the puffy, excited slit 
made her feel like a perfect mother, giving her daughter everything she 
wanted. Her moaning signaled the approach of her fulfillment, and Liz 
felt it was a gift she was giving. 

Didi began groaning as her climax crested sweetly. She was flushed all 
over, blooming in the sensual fulfillment so welcome and wonderful. 
"Mommy, Mommy what a cummmmmm." She arched her pussy up to the 
enveloping mouth that kept her keening gently, waves of orgasm rolling 
inside her youthful loins. Liz expertly manipulated her clitty, 
maintaining a steady pressure that made the sense of completion keep 
going. The raven haired teen moaned and twisted in exultation at the 
driving tongue in her slit. She creamed heavily as the glow seemed to 
envelop her whole being. It went on and on, and she lost conscious 
awareness of anything but the sensation overwhelming her senses. 

It lasted nearly ten minutes, slowly easing to a warm lethargy. As her 
mind regained some function, she whispered "Can I get you off too, 
Mom?" Liz chuckled, and said "No darling, I'm saving my energy for a 
surprise for my sexy family." Dimly, Didi wondered what her mother was 
cooking up, and raised her head to search the eyes still between her 
legs. "You mean you're keeping a secret from us?" 

"Yes dear, but there's no reason except to increase the fun. I've been 
doing a little animal training." Didi had noticed Liz wandering off 
alone in the afternoons the last couple of days. "You like shocking 
surprises, don't you Mom." As the two hugged together, Liz whispered 
"You'll see, dear. And once I've shown you, I bet you'll appreciate 
it."

The older woman had stumbled on a python sunning on the beach one day. 
At first, she had been afraid, but fascinated at the five foot long 
beast, nearly two inches thick. It moved slowly, and its undulations 
were curious. Liz would have sworn, that first day, that it was ogling 
her. As she lay on the sand beside it, the head moved closer to her, 
the tiny tongue flicking out. Its eyes were hypnotic, and the blonde 
just lay there as it approached. She knew they were not venomous, and 
hunted by squeezing prey to death. It wasn't big enough to hurt her 
that way. 

The snake crawled slowly between her legs, and its stiff, pulsating 
tongue twitched at the thong covering her twat. It must be the smell, 
she thought. Gently, Liz pulled the cloth away, exposing her cuntflesh. 
Her stomach was churning with the risk, but her intuition was 
encouraging her impulse to see what the animal wanted. The snake very 
gently inserted its head between her labial folds, then a couple of 
inches down her vagina. It twisted around a little, seeming to explore. 
It was curious feeling, but not very sexy. Liz had chuckled that first 
day, and the slight noise had scared the beast into backing out. It 
crawled slowly away. 

But it came back the next day, to the same place, and when she walked 
up, it almost seemed to recognize her. She had brought a towel, and 
spread it out. Protected from the coarse sand, she stripped off the 
thong, and lay down. The snake slithered over immediately, and as its 
head again entered her pussy, stretched against the skin of her leg, 
moving gently back and forth. Liz found she could stroke the area 
behind the head, and the snake seemed to enjoy the petting. She found 
that the longer the head stayed inside her, the more lethargic and 
relaxed it became. It was then she realized it would be possible to use 
him (only a male would have been so brave, she thought) to put on a 
show. She spent the rest of the afternoon, and all the next day 
training the animal to do more than just enter her and lay there.

So as she lazed with her daughter that morning, fondly caressing, 
enjoying their intimacy, she looked forward to showing her family what 
she had taught Serpaco to do. She thought that the least that would 
happen would be they would be amused, and perhaps Didi might get 
friendly with him too. She giggled softly with anticipation of her 
planned after dinner show. She had used canned meat to feed it, and 
gotten him used to curling up in a large wicker basket for hours at a 
time.

That night she had hinted at some new excitement, so everyone was 
waiting for her after she had excused herself from the dinner table and 
gone outside. She had used candles to softly light the rug in front of 
the couch in the living room. When she came back, in bare feet with 
breasts exposed, she had a sarong around her hips, and was carrying a 
basket. She started "Bolero" playing on the stereo. Her face was made 
up heavily, with the sexy purple eye shadow and matching lipstick.

She began undulating seductively around the basket. The slow, sensuous 
melody of Ravel was perfect for the pace she was trying to achieve. The 
sarong was a dark green, and was tied at one hip, stretching across her 
lithe hips well below the waist. The gap where the ends met let her leg 
emerge as she ground her groin like a stripper. Her heavy breasts 
swayed as she moved. In the flickering light, she looked like a 
primitive blonde native girl.

She let herself sink gently to the rug, on her stomach, and pushed an 
arm inside the basket. She humped at the ground as her arm seemed to 
move inside the wicker, and to the shock of her gathered audience, 
Serpaco's head slowly emerged, crawling up her arm. Liz had found the 
snake's skin very pleasant to touch, cool and dry, but never still, 
moving lithely even when the animal seemed to be at rest. It continued 
to slowly leave the basket, up her arm and around her shoulders. She 
had learned to enjoy its slow caress, and it always sought her bare 
skin.

Its head was starting down her other arm when she rose to her knees, 
letting the snake begin twisting around her arms. She moved the head 
toward her left breast, staring down at its flickering tongue. Her hips 
were still moving sexily, and when the little tongue began flicking on 
her nipple, she threw her head back and sighed with pleasure. Her body 
arched to the tingling starting in her tummy from the subtle touch. She 
groaned, but was surprised to hear Didi moaning at the same time. Her 
little girl was participating vicariously in her erotic show.

Liz touched the other hand to the fingertips which held his head, and 
cupped her titties up, exposing both red caps. The snake's head eased 
toward the other hard tip, traversing the full flesh of the soft boobs 
forming a path. As the tiny black tongue again touched a tender nipple, 
both the women moaned, Liz in sensual response to the petting, and Didi 
in sympathy to her sexy mother's daring sensuality. The snake coiled 
itself slightly, seeming to try to wrap itself on the arms of its 
mistress. But the tongue kept its tickling up, and Liz was getting 
excited, leaning further back while her hips writhed.

She stole a glance at the couch where they were sitting. Didi had 
opened her blouse, and both men were cupping her boobs. She had both 
pricks out, and was holding one in each hand. Both men had the wide 
eyed gape that signaled sexual heat.

"Mmmmm, my sexy python, what will you do next to your victim?" The 
strains of the symphony soared as the snake started down her belly, 
keeping its body across the luscious titflesh it had been tickling, its 
tail still wrapped around the blonde shoulders. Liz was getting turned 
on by the show she was giving her family, and by the enjoyable touch of 
Serpaco's body on her skin. It knew where it was going, and wormed 
beneath the cloth of the sarong, disappearing toward her crotch.

They all sucked in their breath when her eyes widened as the snake made 
its first contact with her clitty. The animal was fantastically 
flexible, and when it penetrated her from above, its thick body could 
keep pressure on her love button even as it entered her foaming tunnel. 
The blonde's twisting body made it plain that he was fucking her 
fragrant cunt, seeking the warmth and cream he wanted. Liz opened her 
eyes and caught the gaze of each of the onlookers, and as she stared at 
them with lascivious greed, one hand gently untied the sarong.

The thick beast was well inside her, and the picture was incredibly 
stimulating. The beautiful woman with the symbol of evil twisting 
inside her body, while the rest of it formed a question mark as it hung 
gently on her upper body, as though it was some sort of monstrous cock, 
was amazing. As the music began to crescendo, Liz began fucking her 
hips, holding Serpico against her tits. The snake had learned fast, and 
they were now engaged in thrusting, pulsing penetration of the thick 
animal in her creamy pussy.

Didi was jacking the cocks in her hand, but the men couldn't take their 
eyes off the lovely blonde getting fucked by the thick monster. Liz had 
had very mild orgasms with Serpaco, but felt the tension in her body 
far more intensely tonight in this public display of depraved 
copulation. "Hrr, hrrr, hrrr" she was grunting, as her movements became 
more frantic. Her head was shaking and her hair fell across the mottled 
green body twisted around her whole upper body. The effort to hump her 
hips made her boobs jiggle, bouncing against the thick scales pressing 
on her skin. Inside her cunt, Liz could feel the head at the bottom of 
her hole, a little tickle suggesting the tongue was still flickering. 
Each stroke of her hips brought firm frictioning of her stiff clit, and 
her heat was beginning to take over her being.

Didi rose and pulled her open blouse off her shoulders, then shed the 
shorts and panties. Her naked cuntflesh sank back onto Ricky's cock, 
enveloping his stiff member without either taking their eyes from the 
sexy mating of animal and woman on the rug. She licked her hand, and 
began more vigorous stroking of Bob's prick. All four were sharing the 
fantasy taking place between the snake and his voluptuous blonde 
mistress. Didi was groaning with tension as the hands on her titties 
kneaded more and more urgently.

Liz had been pushing hard at the snake's body, trying for a hard 
orgasm. As she saw the sexy tableau on the couch, her daughter's 
gorgeous body impaled on Ricky's cock as she pulled on Bob's jumping 
member, the older vixen felt herself surge up to that ecstatic euphoria 
that went before release, and eased the intensity of her fucking hips, 
trying to build the power of her approaching cum. "I'm cumming with 
this beast, he's getting me off, isn't it sexy and wild, oooooh yes." 
Didi was gasping as she too soared toward completion, driven by empathy 
with her sensual mother and the big cock reaming her sopping wet pussy.

The snake liked the cream filled darkness of the cunt surrounding its 
head, and wriggled harder against the soft membranes enclosing its 
undulating length impaled in Liz's love tunnel. Feeling its increasing 
movement sent the blonde's keening groin into spasming fulfillment. 
"Aaaaagh there it is, cumming with this monster, oh goddddd." She 
collapsed to her back, legs spread, as the snake undulated inside her 
and over her writhing body. Bob's cock was spurting its load straight 
up, and it soaked Didi's hand as the teen bucked with her own climax. 
Ricky was still pumping into her, not yet ready to shoot. 

Groans of completion echoed in the flickering candlelight as Liz keened 
with orgasmic release and her daughter surged back against the cock 
that helped maintain a roaring pleasure throughout her body. Bob was 
helping the hand on his shooting tool massage shot after shot of spunk. 
In spite of her exploding ecstacy, Didi leaned over and licked the 
white serum that was pooled in their fists. When she had sucked up most 
of the jism, she held her face up, and Bob kissed her deeply, tasting 
his own essence on her full lips. 

Even as she continued her orgasm, Didi felt Ricky pull out of her cunt, 
and start probing for her asshole with the head of his cock. She 
reached back with hands still slippery with spunk, and spread her 
cheeks to his insinuating tool. As it began to sink into her bowels, 
she vaguely noticed Serpaco start crawling toward her. She caught her 
mother's gaze, and saw a look of avid anticipation as the animal 
approached the sweet smell of another cunt, gaping open. 

It kept coming, smoothly entering the young vagina just as the cock 
buggering her rear sunk fully inside her, and fullness started 
dominating the sexy teenager, making her jump. The unique fullness of 
her intestines was creating a counterpoint of thrills as it combined 
with a live animal fucking her pussy. Bob and Liz were staring at this 
picture, and even Ricky gasped as he felt the muscular movement a thin 
membrane away from his thrusting prick. He started spurting as he 
realized what was happening, and the lubrication made his sliding 
pistoning of his sister's ass even easier. 

Didi was writhing at the twin penetration, and her young body responded 
with another fierce cum. "Mommy, look, oh look, they're both doing me, 
and it's, god it's soooooo good." Her hips were writhing madly and her 
vibrating groin was spasming in fulfillment. The snake was wrapping 
itself around her legs, and she reached down to twitch her clitty above 
its head. That made the animal surge with enjoyment of the petting, and 
Didi soared incredibly, shaking her head in rapturous euphoria. She 
collapsed backwards against Ricky, swooning with the power of her cum.

Liz had crawled over and was sucking her husband's soft member as they 
both watched their sexy daughter's fantastic climax. Ricky had leaned 
back, pulling her with him, and the snake kept up its sinuous movements 
inside and outside the creaming hole he had found. The gorgeous 
teenager's spectacular body was stretched out erotically as the snake 
kept surging inside her. Didi was shaking her head in abandoned semi-
consciousness, not sure whether she had had two orgasms or one long 
one. Her whole body tingled from the wild experience.

Later, when Liz released Serpaco into the jungle, Didi cried, "Mommy, 
don't let him go." The older woman smiled as it slithered away. "Don't 
worry dear, he'll be back." 


Chapter Six

The first attack came that night. Liz was awakened by Ricky shaking 
Bob. "Show time, Dad." Her husband pulled a big revolver out of the 
bedside table as Didi crawled in beside her, and Ricky locked the door 
as the two men left. Both women were speechless, clutching each other 
on the mattress. They hardly breathed as time dragged. When they heard 
a volley of shots ring out, Liz began crying in fear, but Didi went to 
the window and looked out.

A couple of minutes later, she whispered "I think it's okay, Mom. Here 
they come back." By the time they mounted the stairs and opened the 
door, they had heard the relieved laughter of two victorious males 
proudly echoing inside the house. "The old man and I just kicked some 
Mafia ass, ladies. Three down, none to go."

Relief flooded both women as they all threw themselves on the bed 
together, and both men presented triumphant stiff cocks to suck as 
their reward. They were so excited they popped in two minutes. The 
helicopter landed as they all pulled on clothes with hurried giggles. 
The young FBI agent who supervised the extraction of the dead bodies 
closeted himself with Bob and Ricky in the study. His partner, a small, 
compact female agent, sat drinking coffee with the girls. Her name was 
Bonnie.

"Your guys never gave them a chance to know what hit 'em. One of 'em 
must be a hell of a shot. One round each, right between the eyes. They 
must not have known there was any real protection on the ground." The 
girl's green eyes were bright, as though she was sharing the triumph. 
"My partner can't hit shit." Liz and Didi smiled as the agent kept 
prowling around the kitchen, unable to sit still. Her eyes were jumping 
around the house. "Neat house. Hard to guard though, from our base. 
We're supposed to stay at that hotel over on the mainland until the 
next trial." She raised her eyebrows in a silent inquiry to Liz.

"There's plenty of room here, Bonnie. There are two little rooms on 
this floor, and you'll have to share a bathroom. But I'd feel better if 
you were nearer." The redhead's pretty face lit up. "Christ that'd be 
neat. Lemme talk to Abe." She went in the study, and came back quickly. 
"He was hoping you'd invite us." Realizing they were going to live 
together, they studied each other.

Bonnie's short haircut framed a cute face, upturned nose, small mouth 
and large eyes. Her trim, thirty year old figure looked very buff under 
the jeans hugging trim hips, and a loose, short sleeved blouse 
suggested wide shoulders. She had a holster for a gun that looked 
oversize on her compact frame. She had a deep tan, with a hint of 
freckles on both face and arms.

The two statuesque women, nicknamed "Knockout One and Two" by the crew 
that had recently been sent down to guard them at this critical 
juncture of the assault on Bob's enemies, were better looking up close 
than the pictures she had seen. Her partner, Abe Keene, always looked a 
little sheepish when they reviewed pictures of the two women taken 
during the helicopter's visits. He was recently divorced, and she had 
often wished the handsome older agent would hit on her, in spite of the 
absolute prohibition about relationships among partners. They had been 
down here three weeks, Bonnie was horny, and so what if they had to 
change partners.

Just then, the three men emerged from the study. Abe did the talking. 
"We're afraid there'll be another attempt once they find out this one 
didn't work. They still won't know why, about Rick's background. The 
good news is they were sloppy, and had identification. It'll be a race 
between them getting some more people down here and us arresting the 
one's who sent them. With any luck, it all might be over in two weeks. 
Bonnie and I can be another couple of guns, but Rick's still the most 
qualified for all this. Those tiger traps worked like a charm."

He was a short, well developed man about Bob's age, with sandy, close 
cropped hair. His pleasant features seemed almost mideastern, and his 
body was broad shouldered and chunky. He had an amazingly deep voice, 
that was almost seductive in tone. His eyes kept jumping back and forth 
between Didi and Liz. "Bonnie and I have to go back and pack up to move 
down here. You sure you don't mind, Mrs. Forner?" 

"Call me Liz, Abe. And no, not at all. That gunfight scared the hell 
out of me." She glanced quickly at Bob and Ricky, smiling. "No matter 
how much fun it was for you two." She licked her lips, and the whole 
family giggled. Abe looked confused, but Bonnie picked up on the 
implications. Now this could be fun, she thought.

They spent the afternoon in the jungle. Ricky had tried to carry her 
bag, but Bonnie elbowed him away, muttering "I can handle it, pal. What 
do we wear in the jungle?" Ricky grinned at her, and she gave him a 
little smirk back. "As little as possible. It's hot in midday, and 
there aren't too many bugs." Bonnie pulled her black thong bikini on, 
wanting to show off a little for the tall young Army Ranger. She could 
tell by the way he moved and handled his weapons that he was the 
shooter who capped the felons so efficiently, and she had always liked 
dangerous men.

As she and the three men walked into the heavy green foliage, she felt 
a lot of attention, from both the men and the women. It seemed to her 
there was an air of sexual tension. Both Forner women wore bathing 
suits, but Bonnie noticed there was no tan line at all on their chests. 
Gonna have to find a way to go topless, she thought. Get the same kind 
of tan.

With her holster slung over one shoulder, and her shapely, well muscled 
body moving athletically, the short redhead looked like a lethal 
number, Ricky thought. Abe had baggy bermuda shorts and a tee shirt on. 
They reviewed the traps, and set up the two little passive sonar 
gadgets the two agents had brought. "They read into a little computer 
in my room. " Abe said. "Bonnie and I can take turns monitoring it at 
night." Ricky protested "Come on, Abe. Move it out to the study so we 
can all help watch the readout. Bob and I will recognize the animals 
better than you."

When they got back to the beach in front of the house, everybody but 
Abe wanted a late afternoon swim. As he walked back to the house, 
Bonnie said "I can see you girls don't usually wear tops. I'm up for 
that if no one minds." She quickly pulled her bra off, revealing pert, 
muscular, bouncy little tits that stuck out when free from the binding 
halter. As she ran down to the water, did a smooth racing dive 
outwards, and began a vigorous swim, she could tell they had all 
noticed, and when she turned to backstroke, saw both women's bare boobs 
just above the water level. 

Ricky swam out to her, and she raced him parallel to the beach for a 
while, then gave it up when she could see he was faster than she was. 
Breathing hard, they both stood up in the four foot depth, well away 
from the house. She pushed her hair back, giggling with the pleasure of 
her pumping heart. Rick spoke first. "What's with Abe, Bonnie. He can't 
seem to, uh, relax." She stared at him, suspecting his meaning. "Abe 
just got divorced, Rick. I don't think he's adjusted yet." She grinned. 
"Maybe we can all get him to loosen up." She pretended to lose her 
footing and stumbled into him, giving him a feel of her stiff nipples. 
Almost leering, she breathed "That's what you have in mind, huh." 

The little redhead was taunting him, Ricky thought. She was looking up 
at him with bright eyes, almost a challenge. He slipped an arm around 
her waist, sharply aware of her smooth, firm muscles. She wrapped both 
arms around his hips, hands cupping his butt, and humped her pussy to 
his thigh. "I was impressed with your shooting, stud. I like a man who 
knows how to use his weapon." She was grinning lasciviously, grinding 
at his leg. His cock jumped to attention. She felt it, and grinned up 
at him as his other hand grabbed her taut butt. 

Bonnie was so much shorter he had to lift her up to kiss her. As he 
did, her legs encircled his hips, and her pubic bone pressed into his 
stiff tool. She sighed as their lips met, and opened up immediately, 
probing his mouth with her tongue. After a long, increasingly 
passionate kiss, she pulled her head away, and murmured "You carrying a 
pistol, or do you just like me a lot?" They both laughed as she broke 
away and dived toward the shore. He splashed after her.

She stood waiting for him in ankle deep water, her hands smoothing her 
hair, one knee turned in a little. The small nipples on her firm tits 
were stiff. The tan line from her bra was very white, and looked sexy 
as they held each other's gaze. "I'm up for a quick fuck before dinner 
if you are, stud." She smiled as he flushed slightly with her direct 
invitation. "Where can we go?"

Wordlessly, his heart pumping, Ricky led her into the jungle, to the 
glade beside the stream. She looked around, her heavy breathing making 
her muscles undulate. "Fucking neat. Never would have known this was 
here." She skinned her thong off, revealing a completely hairless cunt, 
and a small, triangular white tanline. Heavy labial folds dangled at 
her pouty mound, and her clit was showing between the fleshy lips. As 
he dropped his own suit, she admired his cock frankly. "Mmmm, now 
that's a real weapon. Hope you're as good with your dong as your gun."

She dropped to her knees and took his stiff cock into her mouth. As she 
sucked it in about four inches, her eyes kept staring up at him. When 
she realized he wasn't overexcited, as he smiled down at her, she 
released it. Her dark tongue started licking his ball sack, and she 
moved her head so his prick bounced on her nose, and her long eyelashes 
tickled it. The sexy agent was nuzzling his tube, enjoying its texture. 
She let the head drift slowly down until her tongue was licking the 
slit in the head, and her hand wrapped around the rigid shaft. "Mmmmm, 
baby, oh baby," she groaned.

Her movements were quick, energetic, and experienced. She began sucking 
hard on the sensitive head of his prick, her tongue working vigorously 
around the tender flesh. She was watching his eyes carefully, and as he 
began gasping with the stimulation, she released it with a soft pop. 
"My turn, babe. How 'bout lying down so I can feed you my pussy. You'll 
like that smooth sucker." 

Ricky chuckled as he did as she asked, enjoying her refreshing 
bluntness. She approached fucking the same way she did life, directly 
and without pretense. As she straddled his head, knees on both sides, 
her cuntal cavity yawned open. The pink flesh was bigger in proportion 
to her hips than Didi and Liz, providing a special treat for his 
leering stare. "Nifty, huh stud. It's a big pussy for such a demure 
lady." She giggled as his lips surrounded the puffy slit. 

He could smell a faint odor of her cream, mixed with the salt water. 
When his tongue made contact with her clit, she jumped in pleasure. "Oh 
yeah, that's what I need. Mmmmm, do that thing." Looking up, he watched 
her writhing excitement, her bouncing little boobs, her hands behind 
her head, her eyes closed as she bit her lip. His dad had coached him, 
and he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, sliding into her moist 
tunnel, then up to the twitching love button. He could taste her now, 
and felt her hips increase the tempo of their movement. "Hey stud, you 
know what you're doin, huh. Oh boy that's nice." Her words were 
starting to pour out breathily as he sensed a heavier flow of her 
juice.

Her hips were like wiggling pillows, never still, helping his mouth 
give her pleasure. She was groaning as he lost himself in the smell, 
taste and firm friction of her bottom on his mouth. Her back was 
arched, hands resting on his chest as she moved. He growled into her, 
loving the flavor and texture of her wild pussy.

Suddenly, with a smooth twist of her body, she rotated and dived for 
his cock as her twat sunk back to his mouth. They sixty nined greedily, 
her lithe body in constant motion on his chest. They were both sighing 
with rising heat. His hands were cupping her firm butt, helping her 
surge into his hungry, active mouth, and he could feel her stoking him 
hard, sucking noisily on the end of his jumping tool. He ran his tongue 
up to the puckered ring of her asshole, pushing in slightly. She jumped 
with pleasure, and he felt her inserting a finger into his rectum in 
return.

She wasn't getting excited as fast as Didi, and they continued to 
languidly suck and lick for a few more minutes. He was able to keep 
himself under control, but just barely. Her energetic blow job was 
making his member feel like steel. She kept generating cream, moaning 
with his eating, but maintained a smooth rhythm against his face. He 
was able to relax and enjoy the sensation coursing through his belly, 
letting her do the work. 

Then, as quickly as she had moved to this position, she rotated around 
and sunk onto his stiff meat. She was gazing avidly at him as her hips 
ground down to his pubic bone, and she went "Mmmph" as her clitty 
contacted the base of his cock. "Mmmm yeah, good cock, big and hard, 
mmmm lets go honey. Fuck me good." Her feet were on the ground, and she 
began fucking steadily up and down using her legs. Her pace was fast, 
but she rose almost all the way off him with each stroke. Her red hair 
was almost dry now, and haloed nicely around her cute features. The 
look of erotic enjoyment on her face was lurid, reacting to each of her 
hip's thrusts. 

Her sexy, athletic body twisted and rotated on his hips, working his 
cock delightfully inside her foaming, tight box. Ricky was getting 
beyond his ability to control his rising heat, and whispered "Better 
hurry, Bonnie. You have me close as hell." She grinned at his gasping 
plea, and closed her eyes, a frown showing her concentration. Her hips 
began writhing against the base of his cock, pressuring her clitty, and 
he soared gently as she twisted. 

Then she suddenly froze, squealing delightedly. "There it is, baby. 
Cummmm, oh yeah wow, wow." He could feel her twat contracting, and felt 
the sting of spunk firing up from his balls into his spasming tube. Her 
eyes snapped open as she felt his first jet, and grinned. "Mmmm you 
too, yeah, geez that's neat. Oh it's hot too. Mmmmm." He humped up at 
her, and another shot seemed to explode.

She straightened her body out to lie fully against him, keeping his 
still squirting cock embedded in her warm pussy. Her lips found his as 
she groaned with enjoyment. He could feel contractions around his tool, 
and each one pulsed another jet of spunk up into her, as she writhed 
with each dose. Even as they both came down, she was whispering "Mmmmm, 
that got the edge off, Ricky. I was horny. Is Bob as good as you, can 
we all make it, how 'bout the girls? I'm up for anything."

Abe was trying to get the sonar gadget to work right, but his mind was 
wandering over the two lush bodies he had glimpsed stripping off their 
bras as he left them. They were both bigger than Bonnie, and might be 
able to handle him, he speculated. He knew his little partner thought 
he was screwed up by his wife leaving, but that wasn't the real 
problem. 

He had an outsize cock, a horsecock his wife had always called it. It 
was almost ten inches long, but the real problem was it was so thick. 
He always was careful to hide its size with loose pants, and it had 
caused him all sorts of problems when he was young, until he met the 
big woman who became his bride just after he started with the bureau. 
She had loved his member, squealing delightedly when he first pummeled 
her, and just her willingness to let him fuck her to his hearts content 
had been enough for him to think he was in love.

But the higher he rose in rank, the more she played around on him, 
until he knew he had to dump her. One mafioso had already tried to 
bribe him with a tape of her and one of their goons, and his boss had 
covered up the beating he gave the guy. Ever since he had kicked her 
out, he hadn't found another woman. Just being near Liz and Didi made 
him feel a buzz of desire. He was thinking he'd have to wait until 
tonight when he was alone to pound his pud and relieve the tension. 

Those sexy women had him hard, and as he leaned over the little scope 
filled with white noise, his hand was trying to readjust the stiff 
member so it was down his pantleg. Suddenly, he heard someone say "Need 
some help with that, Abe?" Liz was standing there in her tiny bathing 
suit, tits barely covered, looking like a million dollars. His goddamn 
prick jumped.

He had wondered if she was as sexy as she looked. Her breathy question 
made it clear that she was. She had two drinks in her hand, and as he 
straightened up to stare frankly at her voluptuous body, she vamped 
over and handed one of them to him. Her swinging hips and leering stare 
showed she was interested, but he was afraid she didn't know what she 
was in for. Nine times out of ten his cock scared even the most 
experienced women away, but there was only one way to find out. He 
unzipped his fly, and his monster leaped out.

Liz gasped as Abe's cock appeared. She had been thinking he would need 
a lot of encouragement just to accept her implied invitation, but his 
casual revealing of himself had been first a surprise, then a shock 
when it leaped out. "Jesus, Abe, it's huge. Is that why you're so 
tightass?" He smiled at her. "Does it scare you, Liz? That's been a 
problem all my life."

She looked at the expression on his face, a little worried at his 
boldness, but hope too, she thought. The liberated blonde gave him her 
sexiest leer. As she loosened her top and slipped it off, she whispered 
"All I can think of is how good that sucker will feel in my pussy, Abe. 
We make our own rules here, all alone like this. Bonnie's out getting 
it on with Ricky, and my husband's eating my daughter's cunt. So let's 
have some fun."

She liked the surprise on his face, and the relief. His fantastic 
member hardened further. He was staring at her titties. She cupped them 
to his gaze, and took two steps toward him, the head of the monster 
touching her tummy. "Mmmmm, hot already." She rotated her hips, moving 
the head of his tube around on her midsection. He pulled off his sport 
shirt, revealing a barrel-chested torso, covered with fine black hair. 
It wasn't inhibition, she realized. It was simply uncertainty about 
reaction to the size of his tool. 

Liz took one more step, pressing her boobs against his hairy chest, 
feeling the scrape on her nipples, which hardened instantly as she 
fumbled with his belt buckle. As she pushed down his pants, she raised 
her head until her lips were lightly touching his, and started crooning 
to him. "Mmmmm, I can feel it. Oooh, you probably missed a lot of fun 
worrying about that, stud. Experienced women love a big cock. I bet 
even little Bonnie would love that thing reaming her out. I know my 
daughter will want to try it." She tickled his lips with her tongue, 
then knelt at his feet.

No doubt about it, the thing was huge. The best she could do was get 
the head in her mouth, and even that stretched her lips to the maximum. 
But she was able to taste the pre cum, leaking out of the tiny slit, 
and could feel the blood pounding. She sucked noisily, as she felt him 
pulling his feet out of the shoes and clumped shorts. Then she felt his 
hands on her shoulders, and she was pulled up to his face. She was 
almost as tall as he was, even in barefeet, but he was very strong. He 
lifted her as though she was weightless, and set her down on her back 
on the couch. She felt him pulling down her thong, and stared greedily 
at his wet cock, jutting out from his hairy pubic nest like a bludgeon.

His face was flushed, so he must be horny, she speculated. His head 
dipped into her bush, licking rather frantically in her slit, 
concentrating on penetrating her hole to wet it. But she was creaming 
already. His head came up, mouth smeared with saliva and pussy juice, 
and mumbled "Shit, you're as sexy as you look. What a body." She saw 
him grab his prick and start rubbing it in her slit.

As she felt the beginning of its entrance into her, and the incredible 
stretching of her flexible cuntal membranes, she closed her eyes and 
began writhing with a transfixed look of anticipation, moaning "Oh 
Christ it'll be good. Sooooo big. Fill that pussy, lover. Gore me with 
that monster." Her legs pulled up, almost to her chest. The thing 
slipped a couple of inches in, drawing a loud gasp of pleasure.

She opened her eyes briefly, long enough to see him gazing excitedly at 
her tits, her face, and their groins, as he slowly lowered the swollen 
manmeat deeper inside her cunt. It was opening her wonderfully, her 
clitty pulled against the tube, zinging her constantly. He was still 
nervous about whether she could take it, and she closed her eyes again, 
humped viciously up at him, and started crooning encouragement. "It's 
so goddamn neat, Abe. So fucking big, so gooood. Fuck me with that 
horsecock, oh yeah, yeah." The wild humping movement made him surge to 
full penetration and they both gasped.

Liz felt his lips, starting to kiss her deeply, tongue flicking inside 
her mouth. She could taste herself, and at the same time he was 
starting to pulse. His cock was definitely the biggest she had ever 
experienced, but slid easily as it fucked her smoothly, her bottom 
adjusted now to the size of it. The constant friction on her flaring 
clit was making her soar with rapture, and she didn't have to make any 
effort at all to have it touched. The little button was almost drawn 
into her hole by his thick flesh, and his pistoning got her with every 
movement of the huge dong.

She could hear him panting with delight, and felt the rhythm of his 
thrusts speeding up. She had already reached the high euphoria that 
came before completion, and was lazily letting the haze of thrills wash 
over her. She started wriggling, moaning "Fuck, fuck, what a fuck, 
aaaaagh." She couldn't seem to be still, even though she knew it wasn't 
necessary to her getting off. Abe was still supporting himself on his 
arms, giving his prick deeper and smoother bottoming into her foaming 
swamp of a cunthole. 

Drops of sweat were splashing on her boobs, and she pulled his hairy 
chest down on top of her, twisting her nipples so they radiated 
thrilling zings down to her pussy. She pushed up each time he got to 
the bottom, and murmured "Anytime, stud. Don't hold back, let it shoot, 
I'm there." In the next instant, she felt the reaming largeness pull 
fully out, then spasm back to her depths, and she fired over the top, 
the climax like an explosion. "Cummmmmmm, yaaaaah."

And then she felt his jism. She had noticed the huge ball sack, 
matching the cock. It produced a fantastic volume of spunk, and she 
felt like a balloon was inflating in her twat. Her eyes shot open as he 
grimaced with pleasure above her, and he cycled out and back in, even 
as she felt some cream and liquid oozing into her ass crack. He was 
grunting with his own orgasm, but kept thrusting in uneven passion. 
Each surge produced more of his essence. "Fantastic, fantastic." she 
groaned. He seemed to be in a trance.

Looking over his shoulder, as they twisted together in the final throes 
of release, she saw Didi and Bonnie staring at them. Both were gaping, 
and Liz breathed "Can you see that cock, darling. It's a world record." 
Abe pulled out in surprise, and a final, amazingly powerful spurt 
landed on her stomach. His cock had softened only slightly, and Bonnie 
knelt beside the couch. As she scooped some of the white goo into her 
mouth, she asked Abe "Shit, partner. Why've you been hiding that thing? 
We wasted a lot of time."

But they didn't waste any more.


Epilogue

Liz was changing into her bikini in the bathroom of the big jet Bob had 
rented for the flight down. Didi had stayed home, enjoying the college 
football star she had been seeing for three weeks, but Liz had a 
feeling she would never really forget Ricky, who had been promoted and 
was supervising a full Ranger company in India. Bonnie and Abe, Mr. and 
Mrs Keene, were with them, and Bonnie had already changed as they 
sipped wine in the fast, quiet airplane. The third couple were new 
friends of theirs, who had shown avid interest in the possibilities of 
the three couples spending two weeks together in Paradise, which was 
what they had taken to calling the house.

As she emerged, and the tawny, auburn haired former exotic dancer 
hurried to change too, Liz enjoyed the ogling of all three men. It was 
going to be great, she was sure, to regain the free sexual atmosphere 
the house always produced in their guests. Ever since the last trial, 
she and Bob had been happier than ever, swapping freely but deepening 
their love for each other. Bob had been able to take his bank back 
over, but carefully set it up so he didn't have to devote as much time 
as he once had. The Government was giving him a lot of business to 
repay his efforts to put the criminals away, and they were safe now.

The dancer's body builder of a husband stroked her butt as she sidled 
past his seat. She stopped, letting his hand roam. She grinned down at 
him. "Keep it in your pants, Mickey. You'll get all you want, and then 
some." As she sat down beside Bob, she whispered "Feeling okay, 
darling?" He grinned. "Just hungry, babe. And there's lots of pussy on 
this plane. But yours is still the best." 


Author's note: This is an attempt to write real porn. I still like it. 
How about you? Don't delay, drop me a note while you're thinking about 
it. Yahoo increased the size of my mailbox.