Chapter 4

Betty didn't say anything to her husband when he and Suzy came back from the woods that evening, but the next morning, when the four of them were gathered around the breakfast table, she asked him if he and Suzy had "had a good time."

Frank gulped nervously.

"Oh yes," he said. "You know, it was a perfect day for taking pictures. Lots of light, no clouds .... "

"Oh, I know," Betty said innocently, "but that's not what I was referring to."

Frank swallowed harder.

"Really dear? I'm afraid I don't follow what you mean," he said. In fact, he had an inkling of just what she did mean, but he did not want to admit to himself that the jig might be up. Suzy was sitting very quietly in her chair. Both of them were too self-conscious to notice the grin on Larry's face. His mother had warned him in advance of her little joke, and he had wholeheartedly agreed with it.

"Come on, now, when a man and a woman-a young woman, but a very pretty one-are alone together in the woods, the last thing that they're going to worry about is the quality of the light, or what the f-number should be," Betty said with a smile.

"Betty, I don't know if that joke's in the best of taste," Frank said, making a final desperate effort to bluff his way through. "After all, Suzy is my daughter, too."

"That must be just what makes things so interesting and exotic," she replied.

Frank looked at her a moment. He wished the devil he had some idea whether she was just voicing suspicions, or whether she had the goods on him. He knew that those damn erotic photographs that he had taken of Suzy were enough to blow the whole business if she had found them. He was about to try and frame a question which might drag out from his wife some indication of how much she knew, when suddenly he decided to make a clean breast of the matter. He knew that he loved his wife, despite his powerful attraction for Suzy, and he knew that he was tired of lying to Betty and deceiving her. If she knew what was going on, at least he wasn't going to make himself any more ridiculous by continuing to deny it. He hoped that she hadn't yet found out, because that way at least he could feel that by confessing to her something she didn't know, he would be in part making up for his lies.

"Darling," he said softly, and Betty noticed that there was real affection in the way he pronounced the word, along with anxiety and regret, "I guess the time has come for me to confess. All this picture taking... well, there has been some picture taking, though not quite the kind you might think. But in addition, Suzy and I .... "

"Have been doing what Larry and I found could be so much fun yesterday," Betty interrupted.

Frank's jaw fell open in astonishment. There was just nothing he could say, he was so taken aback.

"I'm sorry to have teased you like that, dear, playing the enraged and suspicious wife, but I couldn't resist it, and besides, I do think you sort of had it coming to you after going behind my back like you did," she said. There was a charming note of tenderness and understanding and impish amusement in her voice. Not for the first time, Frank realized that despite their physical differences, she and Suzy were alike in more ways than one. They both had that frankly adorable impish quality.

"But you ... you're not kidding about you and Larry?" he said at last.

"Not at all. You're not angry about it, I hope?"

"Oh, good heavens, no. Kind of takes me out of the dog house, for that matter," he said. He glanced over at Suzy. She was smiling too. She had a good sense of humor, and the funny side to the whole situation appealed to her. The way she and her father had been waiting with bowed heads for the blow to fall, and were then taken completely off guard by her mother's admission. Suzy had a lot of admiration for her mother. She knew that if she grew up to be as warm and clever as her mother, she would not have done badly.

"No, what happened was that I felt quite rotten and miserable about the running around that the two of you were doing-I found your little collection of "art studies", my friend-and Larry decided to console me. Well, I'm sure you know every bit as well as I do what the best kind of consolation is." Everyone laughed.

"So, there are no hard feelings?" Frank asked, amazed that everything had turned out so well.

"None in the least," Betty said. "And for that matter, I'm not sure who now would have the right to have any hard feelings. I was thinking though that maybe we should seal this little reconciliation with a little four-way orgy after breakfast is finished."

Everyone else thought that that was an excellent idea. They were all naturally horny people anyway, and not the kind who ever minded having a fuck when one was suggested. Also, the thing that had most bothered Frank and Suzy, and had most preyed on Betty's mind, for that matter, after she had found out what the two of them were up to, had been the air of sneakiness and secrecy. No doubt about it, getting everything out in the open, not merely by talking about the situation, but by actually fucking together, would clear the air like nothing else could.

None of them wanted to appear to be impatient, so they all lingered over their breakfast, but in fact all of them were almost wriggling on their chairs. The two females felt their panties getting soggier and soggier. As for Frank and his son, they had to keep reaching for their crotches and pulling on the material so as to try and make a little room for their frantic pricks.

Finally, the last cup of coffee was drunk, and Betty said, "well, shall we get down to business?"

Everyone else agreed that that was fine, and they headed up to Frank and Betty's bedroom. Frank and Betty had a giant-size bed, which meant that there was plenty of room for everyone to enjoy themselves on it at once if they wanted to.

Betty, though, had a position in mind that didn't call for a bed. All it required was a small, armless chair, and fortunately, there was one in the room. She usually used it to sit in front of the mirror while making herself up.

"Okay, Larry," she said, "why don't you sit here?"

Larry did so.

"This is one of those positions where the woman does most of the work. You don't mind that, do you? I mean, after the fuck that you gave me yesterday, I guess that you must be pretty confident about your ability to play the active role."

"Oh yeah," he said. "And I'm sure I'll have a chance to do that soon anyway, Mom."

"You needn't worry about that," Betty said with a twinkle in her eye. "But I figure that you should know some of the other positions-the ones where the woman is the active partner, I mean-too. Nothing impresses a woman like having her man suggest that she do the fucking for a change. It shows her that he doesn't have all sorts of hang-ups about his masculinity."

Certainly, after the fine fuck that he had given his mother the night before, Larry didn't have any hang-ups about his masculinity, and he was curious anyway to see how she would go about arranging a fuck in a chair.

She placed her legs on either side of his, and realizing what she wanted, he held his prick aloft with his right hand so that the stiff thing was pointing directly up at her cunt. Then, she quite simply sat down on it.

"Hey, that's nice!" he said as he felt his mother's cunt slide down over his cock. She had done it the night before, but then he had been too distracted by the newness of everything to really pay much attention to details.

"I like to think things'll get better, too," she said, and gave him a long, lingering kiss. He realized at once that that was what made this position superior to the top-riding she had done the day before. With this position, his mother's face was right next to his own. And her tits were inches from his chest. As they Frenched, Larry reached his hands up and started to fondle her big spheres.

The pressure of his hands on her breasts, plus the mere presence of his rigid cock inside her body, were so exciting that Betty almost felt it would be unnecessary to do any moving at all. Just sitting together would be fun. Well, she reflected, moving would make it even more fun. She straightened her legs, pressing her feet against the floor, so as to raise her cunt off of his prick. Then, she slid back on down again. Soon, Betty had gotten into the rhythm of it, and was working his cock with nice, easy strokes.

Larry was very glad that he had agreed to let her use this position. Playing the active role was fun, but there was an awful lot to be said for the pleasure of just staying still while his mother gave his cock pleasure, he realized.

Frank and his daughter glanced over at Betty and Larry. They both felt that if the two of them were going to do something rather tricky like that, they were honor bound to try something as imaginative. The trouble was that they had already gone through quite a slew of positions. What could they try that was new ...?

"I know," Frank said, "let's do a wheelbarrow!"

"A wheelbarrow?"

"Uh huh."

"What's it like?" Suzy asked.

"That's something I'm not so sure of," her father answered. "To tell you the truth, it's one of those positions that I've always wanted to try, but have never gotten around to. But I saw it written up in one of those sex manuals. It said there, 'for the athletically inclined'. Are you athletically inclined?"

"I came in fifth in the class track meet," she said with a smile.

"I think that's good enough," he answered. Looking at her, he could not possibly imagine a better image of human health than his daughter's lithe young female body.

He went to a table where some magazines were and laid a couple on the floor, about two feet apart.

"Magazines?" she asked.

"To keep your forearms from getting carpet burns," he said.

"What do I do now?"

"Get on your hands and knees like I was going to fuck you dog-style. Put your forearms on the magazines."

Suzy did so, more and more curious as to just what this fuck involved. Much of her virginal innocence had gone by the wayside in the past few weeks, and she was now eager to know as much about sex as she possibly could.

Her father got behind her and knelt down. He took hold of her thighs and lifted them up, so her body was at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. Suzy was beginning to get the idea.

He moved closer, holding her higher and higher up on the thighs. Finally, his cock was near the entrance to her cunt-which was delightfully visible between her tufts of golden pubic hair. Holding her up with one arm, he used the other hand to force his cock down at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. That way, he could slide it into her open and inviting cunt.

Frank gave a shove, and was in. The best part about the fuck, he figured, was the way the cock was bent down like that. It was a new and interesting physical experience.

Suzy felt a bit dizzy from the way her head was down, but she had to admit that there was something to be said for the position. Her tits were hanging away from her body, which was one of the things which she liked about a dog-style fuck, but in this case they were also hanging forward. Like her father with his prick, she felt that this was, if anything, a new experience.

Also, the fact that his prick was pulled down like that meant that in its efforts to stand up straight, it pressed against the rear wall of her cunt in a rather nice way.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Who thought up this crazy position, anyway?" she asked jokingly.

"Probably some crazy old fart. Are you ready."

"Uh huh."

On hearing that, he started to undulate his hips, sliding his prick back and forth inside her twat.

Meanwhile, Betty had really worked herself up to quite a tempo as she raised and lowered herself over her son's cock again and again. She didn't just move up and down, either. As she raised and lowered her hips, she sort of undulated them, so that the angle of her cunt kept changing, and along with it the angle of his prick to his body.

Larry's eyes were closed, and he was breathing m very heavily. As far as he was concerned, it was just fantastic to sit here and have a wonderful woman work his cock like this. He wasn't being completely passive, though. His hands were pressing and kneading her tits, and at one point he bent his neck so that he could actually suck on one. Her constant up-and-down motion was a bit hard on his neck though, so he went back to straight hand work. He had always been obsessed with tits, and fondling them was something that he did particularly well. He had a way of rubbing her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, or of pressing his thumbs against the underside of her tits where they turned back to join her chest.

What a cock! Betty though. At fifteen, her son was supposedly still a boy, but he had a man's penis on him, there could be no doubt at all about that. It was long, it was thick, and it was as hard as if it was made out of poured cement. It was just the perfect kind of prick for this kind of action where the woman plays the active role, she realized. Some guys don't have their heart in it when the woman is doing the actual fucking, and as a result their cocks are not as hard as she would like. But that certainly wasn't the case here.

Frank was really getting into the spirit of the wheelbarrow, and so was his graceful little daughter Suzy. Because of the odd way in which the position bent his cock down, it was hard for him at first to get the right rhythm to his strokes. There was something jerky and hesitant to them, as if he were on his first fuck. But it didn't take long for his very considerable natural skill to assert itself. Soon he was working his cock back and forth inside her warm little pussy as if he had been using this strange position all of his life.

As for Suzy, the only thing that she regretted was the difficulty of getting to her tits. They were still young and not entirely developed as far as size went, but they were easily as developed now as far as sensitivity was concerned as any woman's tits could ever be.

The trouble was that her father was having to support her body by holding her thighs, and Suzy didn't want to make herself less stable and harder to hold by trying to support herself with just .one arm.

Then she got a brainstorm. She crossed each arm so that the hands could press against her tits while the weight of her body rested on both elbows. That still kept things pretty steady, and it gave her a chance to keep her tits from feeling lonely. She liked the way her breasts were hanging forward slightly. She pressed them back, then let them flop forward again. It was kind of a nice feeling, she decided. Most of her attention was reserved for her super-sensitive nipples, however. She trailed her fingers lightly over the pink rosebuds, teasing the things until they were about three times their normal size. She pinched and pulled them, tickled them, tweaked them, and found that no matter how much attention she gave to them, they still no wanted more.

The business she was giving her breasts was nice, but even nicer was the feeling of her father's cock sliding back and forth inside her cunt, pressing against the back of it as he bucked and bucked and bucked, winding them both tighter and tighter, getting them ready for their come ....

Betty's whole body was undulating now with every stroke that she gave to her son. She had turned into a human fuck-machine. She could no longer think of anything else but that hard hunk of manhood that was poking up inside her, how good it felt to her, and how good she wanted to make it feel.

She was certainly succeeding in that last task. Larry could not remember when his cock had ever felt better. Every time his mother's cunt slid over it, the cunt kind of contracted, and when she moved her body up, it sort of contracted again, so that it almost felt to him like he was going to pull her cunt inside out. It was just an illusion, but it was a nice one.

There were little beads of sweat on Betty's forehead, and her breath was coming in great gasps, one to each stroke. She couldn't believe how tense she felt, couldn't believe how every nerve in her body was coiled ready to strike. Her leg muscles were tense, her back muscles were tense. Her whole body had been wound tighter and tighter, and the only thing it was waiting for was the signal to let go.

The signal came suddenly and unexpectedly. As she was raising her cunt up, Betty suddenly felt her body give a final tensing, and sensing that the moment had come, she slid on back down again while her cunt cut loose in a series of frantic spasms. Her whole body pulsed and trembled, and the instant Larry felt her come hit, his cock gave a final little stiffening, and then started to shoot.

It was his first come of the day and Larry had a real load to get rid of. His penis quivered and heaved and shook as it coughed his ball juice up into his mother's agonized twat.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck!" he grunted as he felt his prick fire. It felt like it was going to go on forever. Now he was the one who seemed like he would be turned inside out.

Gush! Gush! Gush! One final tremor, and he was through.... He nestled his head against her breasts, while trying to get his breath back. HL head was still spinning.

His mother felt just exactly the same way. She felt totally fucked out. But she also felt totally contented, with his cock in her cunt still, and his head pressed against her tits. She was both lover and mother to him, and the combination of the two roles felt very good.

Frank and Suzy were not far from their come. Frank was bucking away with his hips so hard that Suzy's body was shaking under the impact. His prick felt like it was going to melt if it got any hotter, and his balls were pulled up against his prickroot as tight as they could go. As for Suzy, every thrust of his pressed her labia against her clit, and each time she thought that she was going to go over the top. But even though his own sex organ was frantically demanding release, Frank was not a man who believed in rushing things, particularly where sex was concerned. He was trying to prolong the fuck as much as he possibly could.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" the girl gasped. "I've got to come! Please make me come! Please!"

Frank, who had a fine ear for this sort of thing, could tell by the tone of voice that she really was desperate. He gave one more hard stroke, and all of a sudden her pussy was exploding around him. Her hips trembled as her cunt clutched at his cock, and he had to hold tight to make sure he didn't drop her. That was very important, seeing as his cock was still rammed up inside her. That cock was blasting away too, and both he and his daughter were coming together in nearly perfect unison.

When he had finished, and Suzy's come was past, too, he eased his penis out of her and gently lowered her to the ground. He lay down next to her on his back.

"How did you like it?" he asked her between gasps.

"Pretty good. Interesting, anyway. Not the sort of thing that I'd want every day, but fun for a change."

"I liked the angle my cock was held at," he said. He often liked to discuss the merits of a particular position with his partner after the fuck was over.

"Yeah," she said, "that was kind of neat for me too. The way you cock kept pressing against my cunt as it tried to stand upright, I mean. And I liked the way my tits hung away from my body, too."

They sat up, now that they had their breath back. They saw that Betty and Larry had just finished.

"How was your chair fuck?" Frank asked.

"Outasight, Dad, outasight," Larry answered.

"I couldn't see much of it, but I did get a glimpse of what you were up to," his wife said. "It looked pretty exotic."

"It was," Suzy said.

"Any fun?" Betty asked.

"Yeah, not bad," the girl answered.

"I would have thought you'd have gotten awfully tired holding her up," Larry said to his father.

"Actually I did, kind of. I mean, she's just a slip of a girl, and all. But supporting her like that for a whole fuck is a bit hard on the arms. Great on the prick, though. So I guess that things even out. I even know a fuck where the guy supports the girl totally in his arms, but that's way the hell too exhausting."

All of them wanted a bit of an interlude before getting on with the sex, so they sat and chatted about one thing and another until they started to feel horny again. With the four of them, that wasn't any very long period of time.

"I have an idea," Betty said. "How about a masturbation race between Suzy and me, which the boys can watch to get their pricks good and stiff again for the next round."

"A masturbation race?" Suzy asked.

"Uh huh. To see which of us can get herself to come the faster."

"I thought you chicks just had to touch your clits to get off," Frank said.

"That's sort of true," Betty answered. "So to prolong things, we'll make it a rule that neither of us can directly touch her clit. All stimulation of the clit will have to be indirect-by causing the cuntlips to pull across it."

"Can dildoes and things of that sort be used?" Frank asked.

"That's up to the contestants," Betty said.

Suzy thought that her mother's idea should prove to be a lot of fun, so she readily agreed to it. She decided to just use her hand to stimulate her twat, while her mother went off into the kitchen and came back with a quart-size soda water bottle with a sharply sloping neck.

"You're not going to try and stick that up your cunt, are you, Mom?" Larry asked, a bit nervous for her.

"Ah, now, I don't want to give away secrets before the competition starts," she said.

The two females lay down on the bed side by side. Both of them were staring at Frank and

Larry's cocks in order to get themselves worked up faster. Neither of them had any lesbian streak, so the fact that they were lying side by side on the bed didn't add to their stimulation. As for the men's penises, they promised plenty to think about, since they were already very hard, and sticking straight up in the air. Both males felt that they could go to work successfully on the females' cunts at once if called on to do so, but the idea of the masturbation race so interested them that they didn't say that.

"All right," Frank said, "on your marks, get set, GO!"

With that, the girls started in on their masturbation race.

Suzy started to stroke her labia very gently, using a light, teasing kind of touch. As for her mother, she slid the neck of the bottle into her twat. It was easy for the men to see why she had chosen a bottle of that particular shape and size. There was no way that she could possibly get the whole neck into her vagina, for it sloped out way too wide, as the bottle was a quart bottle. But on the other hand, by pressing it part way in, she could really force the mouth of her cunt open, really stretch her labia. And that really made those pink little cuntlips of hers all excited.

Although nothing had been said about it, each female assumed that she had the right to use her other hand to play with her tits, and neither of the men enjoying the spectacle was about to complain as he saw the soft, smooth hands knead and caress the even softer, smoother breasts.

"Mmmmmm, mmmm, nice," Suzy murmured as she felt her fingers glide back and forth over her right nipple. She was using the same light, teasing touch there as she was on her clit, and in both places it was really having a devastating effect.

Her mother found that the bottle was doing a pretty good job with her twat too. She decided after a while, though, to take her left hand away from her breast and use it on her labia so that her cuntlips were being stimulated not only by the constant in and out motion of the bottle, but also by direct pressure from her fingers. Suzy saw what her mother was doing, and decided that although she would normally prefer to feel up both her cunt and tits at the same time, she guessed that she would probably get quicker results if she concentrated all of her energies on her cunt. One of her hands was already busy teasing her labia. So she sent three of the fingers of the other hand down into her cunt. As she pressed the joints against the moist cunt-walls, it occurred to her that she had probably found a better tool in her hand for stimulating the inside of her vagina than her mother had with that bottle.

Not that the bottle wasn't doing a good job. Betty already had a kind of dreamy look on her face as the combined action of her fingers and the-unyielding bottle neck got her cunt worked up to a more and more frantic state of come-need. She kept moving her eyes back and forth from one of the two cocks in front of her to the other. Both of them were very hard and eager. She couldn't be sure which of them she would most like to have up her twat.

Suzy was grinding her asscheeks against the carpet now, tossing her head from side to side. To hell with this damn race! She just had to get her pussy off as soon as possible, or go straight out of her skull.

Her mother was letting out a series of little moans and gasps. Her cuntlips were so sensitive they could hardly stand to be touched, but for Betty that was just an invitation to go and touch them some more.

Both females knew that they were close to their comes. Just a bit more attention to those frantic pussies, and one or the other of them would have won the race.

Suzy sort of pinched her labia lightly, and in that instant felt her body let go in a series of wild shudders that ripped through every part of her frame as she came and came and came!

Just then, Betty rammed the neck of the bottle up her twat as far as it would possibly go, and was rewarded with an orgasm every bit as violent as her daughter's. Her shoulders heaved, her head tossed from side to side, her hips shook, and all the while, she kept trying to force that massive bottleneck even further up her exploding pussy.

"Dead heat!" Frank said. "Don't you think, Larry?"

"Pretty much," his son said. "Too close to call, anyway."

The two females lay on the bed, gasping for breath. Both of the men were really eager to get their pricks inside them, since the spectacle they had just watched of the women racing each other to a come had gotten them awfully worked up. But they realized just how played out the women felt, and knew that it was only fair that they restrain themselves for a while longer. They knew that they wouldn't have long to wait. One thing about Suzy and her mother, and that was that they were always eager for a fuck.

They all sat and chatted for a while, and thought about what they should do next. Larry found that he kept looking at her sister. She certainly had a nice body, with her slim legs, non-existent belly and smallish but very firm tits. A nice contrast to her equally exciting bother, with her full, ripe shape.

Larry's interest was more than reciprocated. Suzy had never seen her brother naked before, but she was certainly making up for lost time. When her father had first started fucking her, she had thought that there could never be another man in the world whom she would find as sexy. As she looked at her brother, she was not so sure. Her comparisons between him and his father were very similar to his between her and her mother. In both cases the young people found the older, more mature bodies of their parents almost equally as exciting as the sleek younger shape of the sibling.

Frank noticed the glances that the two children were exchanging, and said to his wife, "you know, darling, I think we're about to be deserted."

"Only for the time being," she answered. "I think they're just discovering that variety is the spice of life."

"If that's the case," Frank said, "will you do me the honor of having the next fuck with me." He gave a little bow like a man sometimes does at a very formal ball when inviting a woman to dance.

"With pleasure," she said. "After all, we had to pay for the marriage license, so I guess that we might as well get some use out of it."

There was that impish smile again, Frank realized. He also realized how attractive his wife looked at the moment. This would be their first fuck together since the incest business had first come up and sort of clouded the air between them. He hoped that it turned out to be a good fuck.

The men could hardly stand to wait any longer, and the women were hot enough to know that it wouldn't take much fucking to bring them to the boiling point too.

Larry and Suzy had heard their parents talking. Thus they knew that they were free to fuck together without hurting the latter's feelings. Both of them were very curious to find out what the other was like as a sexual partner.

"Let's do a dog-style fuck," Suzy said. Larry, who was newer to the business of being a non-virgin than his sister was, didn't know exactly what a dog-style fuck was, but he could imagine well enough. He certainly wasn't going to admit his ignorance to his sister.

"Okay," he said, "get in position, then, Sis."

She got onto her hands and knees, with her cunt facing him. That confirmed his guess about what the position must involve. He knelt behind her and got ready to stick his prick in. One good thing about this position, he realized, was that it gave the guy a very good view of the cunt. Suzy's was very pretty, but he noticed with some surprise that in shape and color of the labia, it was quite different from his mother's. He hadn't realized that women varied like that.

Oh well, live and learn, he thought, as he took his sister by the waist. Then, he shoved his cock into her and started to thrust away.

"Hey, you're good," his sister said in a clearly sincere voice. That did quite a lot for his self-confidence. He had been feeling a bit nervous about the fact that his sister had done more fucking than he had, and might think him clumsy. He was glad to learn that the basic experience he had already acquired about how to work a cock was transferable to other positions than the ones he had already done. That would make the learning process a whole lot simpler, he figured. What he did not know was that he also was blessed with a very considerable amount of natural aptitude for fucking.

"Shall we do the missionary, Darling?" Frank asked.

"I think that would be nice," his wife answered. Both of them had a considerable respect for the artistic value of simplicity, and in addition, it seemed to them that for this fuck, which was a fuck of reconciliation, so to speak, the most suitable position would be the simplest, most basic one.

Betty spread her legs, and Frank gazed admiringly at her cunt. It really had to be one of the nicest ones in the whole world. It was certainly one of the very nicest ones that he had ever seen. He was glad that things were working out between him and Betty because he loved her. But he was also glad because that cunt of hers, and all the skill in fucking that he knew that she possessed, were far too exciting for him to want to give up. He climbed on top of her, and shoved his cock into her.

There was something very tender about the way he did that, and Betty realized that, realized that he was trying to say to her that he was sorry for the unhappiness that he had caused her in the past few days and he wanted to make it up to her any way that he possibly could.

Larry pressed his sister's tits against her chest, then let them flop down again. She liked that, he guessed, seeing as she made all sorts of contented little moans. Not that they had very far to flop.

She was only just thirteen, after all, and her boobs still had some growing to do. But that didn't mean that they weren't plenty nice to handle. They most certainly were. It was just that they were so different from his mother's balloons.

His cock was going back and forth in her cunt with that nice, easy rhythm that had so impressed his mother. Her hips were responding too, and Larry noticed with some surprise that although his sister had obviously not been fucking for nearly as long a period of time as his mother, she was just about as good a lay. That is, she was superb. Everything about her radiated responsiveness and pleasure.

Meanwhile, their father and mother were rediscovering old delights, and enjoying themselves thoroughly in the process. Because of the whole tone of tenderness and reconciliation that he wished to impart, he started off quite slowly, but even so there was that firmness and purpose fullness in his strokes that she remembered from the past. Her son was an excellent cocksman, and she certainly planned to make plenty of use of his services in the future. But at the same time, there certainly was a lot to be said for the older man, too.

His hands cupped her big tits. They were a nice change after his daughter's little cupcakes. In fact, everything about his wife was a nice change. Not that he still didn't find his daughter very sexually exciting, but he realized that his wife had just as much to offer.

Larry was bucking away like crazy in his sister's box now, really putting out everything he had to show her what a good cocksman he was. And his natural talent was such that despite his lack of experience, she was quite genuinely impressed.

Frank's fucking got more and more energetic, his strokes faster and harder as he got increasingly excited. That suited his wife just fine. She often liked a fuck that started off slowly, but once her fire was really going, she liked real action in her cunt. Her body was quivering with excitement, trembling every time she felt that prick of his penetrate her eager womanhood. Her tits were almost glowing with passion as his fingers continued to mold and knead them, and to play with the pebble-hard nipples.

Larry's forehead was covered with little droplets of sweat as he worked his sister's pussy harder and harder. His cock felt like it could go off at any moment, and it was only his natural instinct that taught him how to hold back while he got his sister worked up to her come.

Her whole body was charged with a special kind of sexual electricity, and her cunt could hardly bear the friction of that cock, even though she was secreting so much cunt-juice.

He thrust home one more time, and Suzy's pussy exploded in a fantastic display of female fuck-fireworks.

"Coming! I'm coming!" she gasped. "Coming hard!"

Her pussy clutched at his cock and her hips heaved while he pressed her tits against her chest as hard as he could and fired his load way, way into her.

Only a couple of seconds later, Frank's mighty prick got his wife off, and her whole body unwound with a series of powerful jolts that really wrenched at his cock. That didn't keep his cock from letting go all its pent-up energy in gush after gush of hot sperm.

The four of them rested a second, getting their breath back. Then the men pulled their slowly softening pricks out of the wet cunts. Frank glanced over at Suzy. He knew that he would be having a lot of fucks with her in the future. But he also knew that there was a special feeling between him and Betty which nothing could ever replace. It felt good to have his marriage back.