Chapter 9
The Murden brothers, Roy and Roger, were identical twins who had been away to an exclusive East Coast college for the past four years. Phillip Murden, their oil-rich father, and Carla, their jet-set, socialite mother, spent so much time traveling the world for business and pleasure that during the entire four years the boys had returned home no more than three or four times.
After graduating from college with degrees in business finance, the twenty-two-year-old, six foot three inch, strikingly handsome twins had decided to go home for no particular reason. They found themselves on the West Coast, and one of them said to the other, "Let's go home, we might get lucky and catch Mom and Dad there."
They had been home for two days now, and both of them were still walking around on cloud nine, completely dazed by the stroke of uncanny, coincidental luck that had made them decide to return to the old home town.
The Murdens had been neighbors of Chet and Marsha Felton since the twins were pre-teenagers and Susan and Thea were pre-school toddlers. When Roger and Roy left home for college, Susan had been a flat-chested, knobby-kneed, twelve-year-old tomboy, and Thea a coltish, long-legged beanpole of eleven. At the age of eighteen, both of the boys had fucked Marsha, but if they noticed Susan and Thea at all, it was with an air of big brotherly, teasing condescension.
Not finding their parents at home, Roy and Roger had wandered about the familiar, old family mansion, at a loss as to what to do with themselves.
"I wonder if Marsha Felton is still putting out," Roy had mused as they stood before the huge picture window in the salon, staring absently across the two acres of landscaped lawn that separated them from the Felton residence.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Roger grinned. "That's some of the best pussy I've ever had-bar none. Jeeezus, but could that little sexpot pitch a wicked ass. Remember the sandwich she let us make of her-one in her asshole, and one in her cunt at the same time? Like, wow, man, that was the high point of my sex life."
"How could I forget it?" Roy exclaimed, blue eyes dancing merrily, tossing the blond mane of his shoulder-length hair as he laughed at the happy memory.
"I thought we'd kill her," Roy went on reminiscing, "both of us over six feet tall, both with nine-inch cocks, and she such a tiny, little doll."
"But she took all the cock we could pound into her, and gave it back to us in spades," Roy recollected. "Remember how we stood up with her between us, with her hanging onto me with her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist, and. . ."
"Yeah, yeah," Roger finished for him, "and she turned loose with both arms and legs, and hung there suspended between us on our cocks, still bumping and grinding that sweet ass like a Turkish belly dancer. God, what a woman-let's call and see if we can get her over here."
"That wouldn't be cool, man. Suppose Chet's home or their bratty, little daughters. How would she explain our call? What well do is just stroll over there, drop in, and say hello. Then if she's not alone, well get a message across to her for later."
When the front door chimes rang, Chet had been begging off going another round with Susan and Thea. He had fucked both girls as soon as they came in from school, and they were all three naked on the couch, with his silvery gism still oozing from their open cunts. They were both still horny and begging him to fuck them again.
"Ill suck your cock hard again, Daddy, please let me," Thea was begging.
"Fuck it, I couldn't raise another hard-on if. . ."
The chimes interrupted Chet's declaration of defeat.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Chet muttered, jumping up and silently, frantically shooing the girls out of the room, though he was actually glad for this untimely intrusion.
"Who is it?" he called, snatching a bathrobe from the closet and hastily throwing it on.
"Roy and Roger Murdenl" one of the twins' voices came back through the door.
"Just a minute!" Chet had cried loudly, happily, before dashing into the bathroom off the master bedroom, where Marsha was stepping out of the shower.
"Baby!" he said in an excited, croaking whisper. "Our problems are solved-remember how we were trying to get the girls to go out and get fucked by somebody, so they could at least name a father in case they are pregnant?"
"Yes-s-sure-but what...?"
"Roger and Roy, the Murden twins, are at the front door. We can't let them get away without fucking the girls. When you come out of here, try your damndest to get them hot. I don't care what you do, up to and including showing them your cunt. Then go in the girls' room and prep them--this is our lucky day!"
Without waiting for Marsha to answer, Chet had hurried back out to fling open the living room door.
"Hi ya, Roy-Rog-glad to see ya," Chet greeted the twins. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but you caught me-uhh-heh-heh-taking care of a little bedroom business, and I had to find something to put on. Come in-come in."
"Sorry if we interrupted anything," Roger had said as they entered the spacious, luxuriously furnished living room. "We just hit town, found the pad empty, and thought we'd drop by to say hello before we split."
"Glad you did-glad you did. Marsha and the girls would have been hurt if you had left town without stopping by. Sit down-make yourselves comfortable. You'll never know how glad I am to see you two. Our girls have been driving us both crazy talking constantly about those handsome, sexy Murden brothers, and what they planned to do to you when you got back to town. Now I can see why they've got such a case of the flaming hots for you two. I'd forgotten what handsome studs you are. Uhh-can I fix you a drink?"
"Uhh-y-yes, sure, Scotch on the rocks for both of us," Roy had said, casting a big-eyed what-the-hell-is-this' glance at his brother, knowing that, like him, Roger was silently calculating the girls' ages, which he figured to be no more than thirteen and fourteen by now.
"Kids today are something else," Chet said from the bar where he was pouring them all a drink, extra large ones for the twins. "Marsha and I want our girls to keep up with the times. They smoke pot right here in the house, and they both fuck like little minks. We don't mind; we're happy for them. We've got them both on the pill, so no sweat about unwanted pregnancy-so we say, what the hell, let them have their fun."
The brothers exchanged swift, questioning glances again. Chet handed them their drinks and called back over his shoulder, "Hey, Marsha, we've got company, and you'll never guess who it is-get out here!"
Marsha hurried out of the bedroom struggling into a short, lacy, see-through, black peignoir. She was having trouble getting it up on one shoulder, and it hung wide open, exposing her naked, bobbing, bouncy tits, and the thick, curly bush of her naked cunt
With a shriek of mock embarrassment Marsha spun around, causing the garment to fly high, revealing her most provocative feature, her mouth-wateringly delicious-looking ass.
"Ohh, Chet, how could you?" she had cried. "You knew I wasn't dressed-I-I thought it was some of our relatives. I-I'm s-so embarrassed."
"Come on-come on," Chet said with a laugh, "if these two handsome studs haven't seen a cunt and tits before, I misjudge them completely."
"I-I-uhhh-oh, hello, Roger and Roy," she said, turning, blushing prettily, holding the peignoir tightly closed at her waist, but allowing it to swing open at her cunt. "I still can't tell you two apart, but I'm glad to see you both, and the girls will be thrilled to death. They both swear that they have wet dreams about you two almost nightly."
"Hello, Mrs. Felton," the twins said, rising to reveal two unconceivable erections angling down their thighs.
"Chet was just talking to us about Sue and Thea," Roy said. "Where are the little tykes."
"Little tykes!" Marsha laughed, sitting down opposite the twins and making sure that they looked right into her moist, open cunt as she crossed her legs very, very slowly, "Wait'll you see them-you'll change that tune."
Glancing to make sure that the girls' door was not completely closed, and knowing that they were listening, Marsha went on briskly, "They're taking their after-school naps now. If they aren't out in a few minutes, I'll go in and get them. I'm warning you in advance, though, you two handsome devils are in danger of being raped by those two horny little nymphos."
"We rape easy," Roger said, deciding to play along with Chet and Marsha's obvious attempts to interest them sexually in their daughters, "and speaking of rape, if Chet wasn't here, you'd be in serious danger of rape yourself."
"Why don't we give everybody an equal chance," Chet suggested; "you two go in and wake the girls. If nothing happens to keep you in there, come on back out. If I'm not busy finishing the job that you interrupted, just do what comes naturally, or, as my girls say, if you think it will feel good-do it."
Roger and Roy had needed no second invitation. In less than ten minutes Chet had heard the bedsprings creaking violently, and Thea's high-pitched voice squealing, "Oh-oh-ohhhhh-J-Jeeeeee-zusss-ohhh-f-fuck-fuck-fuck meee, Roy or Roger, whichever one you are. Goddamn-fuck the piss out of meeee-oh-oh God is it ever ggooood. Fuck me harder-harder, make meeee commmmee!"
"Jeeezus fuckin' Christ!" one of the twins bellowed. "If you think Marsha had some good pussy, just wait 'til you get your goddamn joint caught in this hot, juicy man trap, bro! Susan, girl, where did you ever learn-to f-fuck like-th--this. Don't-br-break my goddamn back-but-but d-don't stop wh--whipping that hot, juicy pussy on me. Fuck me-pussy whip me, you sweet, fucking bitch!"
Chet now had Marsha's legs hooked over his shoulders, and was seemingly trying to dislocate her womb as he slammed his monstrous cock into her hot, sucking wetness with all of his lust-maddened strength. Still he caught the flattering comparison between his wife's and his daughter's cunts, and after he had blasted a bubbling load of hot, spewing gism into her womb, he demanded an explanation.
Now, two days later, the twins had not left the house, nor put on a stitch of clothing. Except for the baby contest, everything was out in the open, including the fact that Chet had been fucking Susan and Thea. The young people couldn't get enough of each other, and watching them, Chet and Marsha renewed their own insatiable lust for each other's genitals.
Chet sat at the bar, quietly talking to Roy and
Marsha while Roger lay on his back on the living room carpet, taking care of both the girls at once.
Thea squatted over Roger's face, sitting lightly on his mouth as his long, hot tongue drove shriek after shriek out of her by fluttering expertly over her clit, digging deeply into her asshole and cunt. At the same time, Susan kneeled over his loins, her nubile ass rising and falling in jogging, elliptic circles as she rode his upthrust cock in and out-in and out of her slickly clinging, come-squirting cunt.
"I thought we'd blown it when Marsha told you dudes that I'd been fucking the girls," Chet was saying. "Man, you guys are really broad-minded if that doesn't turn you off."
"Shit, you couldn't have turned us off those two incredible cunts if you had said they'd been fucking stray dogs, let alone their father," Roy declared. "Besides, we'd have to be some awful fucking hypocrites to pretend to get uptight about incest, since Mom got our cherries and taught us both how to fuck and eat pussy when we were just fourteen.
"Mom and Dad apparently had you two pegged wrong, though. They said you were square. They said they threw all kinds of hints to get you two to swing with them, but you never took the bait You don't know what you were missing, Chet Mom's got some of the best ass that either of us have ever had, and believe me, we've had plenty. She's bisexual, and she eats pussy like a champ, too, Marsha. Just wait until we tell them about the change here. You're really going to experience some fucking and sucking. They'll fight over you three gorgeous hunks of pure sex. And if you think Chet's got a big cock, and knows how to use it, just wait 'til you feel Dad's horse cock playing tricks in your cunt."
"I can hardly wait," Marsha grinned. "Tell me, are you two still fucking Carla?"
"Sure, when we can catch her," Roy grinned. "She used to call us at school from all over the world, just to chat, and both of us would get so horny for her fabulous ass that we'd hop a plane and fly to Rome, Paris, Johannesburg just to fuck her."
"She's such a gorgeous, classy creature," Chet said, "she reminds me of Princess Grace. I guess that's why we didn't catch those hints back in the old days. We were too much in awe of Carla's glacial beauty and Phil's money and power. We just couldn't believe that people like that actually enjoyed fucking."
"She's forty-three years old now," Roy said, "and she gets sexier and more beautiful by the day. I can't see why they intimidated you, though. I thought only poor, stupid, ugly people stood in awe of the rich and the beautiful. And as far as enjoying fucking, it is precisely those with the looks, the money, and the leisure time who really become connoisseurs of eroticism, and both Dad and Mom were life long connoisseurs.
"Incest-I hate that fucking word-intra-family sex has been a part of Mom and Dad's life for generations. Both of them were taught to fuck by their parents, so it was only natural that Carla would pass the art along to Rog and me, with Dad watching, participating, and wholeheartedly approving."
"And to think, I was really uptight about Chet's fucking Thea and Susy," Marsha said. "Still, I thought that nothing could be more fascinating than to watch him and one-or both-of the girls locked and straining naked together, their beautiful bodies glistening with sweat, his big, beautiful cock plunging in and out of their tender, lovely cunts.
"I'm really glad you guys came by and woke us up to what a really fantastic thing we've got going. The only trouble is, when you leave, I'll have to learn to eat pussy in order to get any sex at all, because I can't compete with those two sex bombs for Chet's cock."
"In the first place we aren't leaving," Roy said. "Rog and I have already talked about it and made the decision. Dad said he wanted us to settle down and take over operations of his international business affairs one of these day, anyway. Since he's headquartered here, and now that we have found you crazy, wonderful freaks, you couldn't pull us away from here with a bulldozer.
"In the second place, you should learn to eat pussy, anyway, just for the perfect, delicious thrill of sucking cunt. Any woman who denies herself the incredible pleasure of both active and passive lesbian love is denying herself one of the world's greatest sexual joys. Carla gave me that little gem of philosophy, so I know it's true.
"In the third place, cunt, like rare wine, mellows and gets better with age. Since you started out with one of the best, one of the hottest, tightest, juiciest cunts this side of Carla Murden's, there is no way under the sun for Sue and Thea to ever catch up. You've got it made in the shade, woman. We'll see to it that you never go wanting-won't we, Chet?"
"You better believe it," Chet happily agreed. "What Marsha simply doesn't realize is the fact that I was happier than anybody here to see you two guys come in. As bad as I hate to admit it, Susan and Thea were just about to fuck me to death, and I couldn't wait to get them off my back so I could get back to this comfortable, non-demanding, but indescribably good pussy on a regular basis."
"Talk is cheap," Marsha grinned with impish but obvious pleasure at the two men. "It's mighty funny, though, that nobody is getting any action right now but Susy and Thea."
Without a word, Roy wet the head of his rock-hard cock with copious amounts of spit, picked Marsha up bodily, and held her in the air with her ass to his belly. Marsha reached back and down with both hands, and spread her soft, billowy ass cheeks as far apart as they would go. Holding her breath in sweet anticipation as his cockhead gently nudged the target, she sighed ecstatically as she felt the throbbing rod of flesh ease stretchingly, thrillingly into her hot, clinging asshole.
Before Roy's cockhead reached bottom, Chet had stepped around in front of Marsha and lifted her thighs to hook her knees over his upbent elbows. With one savagely powerful thrust, his cock was in her cunt to his balls, rubbing excitingly against the bulge of Roy's root pressing his through the thin membrane separating the two narrow, fuck channels.
"Ohhhhh, that's the way-that's the way-that's the way I love it!" Marsha cried, swiveling her loins with a wild locomotion between her two powerfully fucking lovers. "Fuck me, you two sweet dick bastards-fuck me to death!"